#you lucky bastard I kinda want it back /silly

[potato-lord-but-not]

(So much easier to send multiple pics here than insta stories)

THE LIL GUY ON THE BACK OF THE CARD IS SO CUUUUTE

Lil Will Wood is amazing omg so are the rest <3 mayhaps i listened to Bears In Trees due to one of your posts and just. Adored them. Mhm mhm

How many Jon’s are to many Jon’s (idc I’m getting them all, thxu sm <333)

TEEHEE THE CUTSIES !!! I’m so glad you like them all <3 and that I got you on the bears in trees bandwagon my wife would be proud

[rainychaoloveshack]

Suggestive Boom!Sonic one shot cause hes so flirty and so silly? ty!!!

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟ .  𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠.

sonic likes relaxing with you. alone.

content (16+). boom!sonic x gn!reader, suggestive!!!, kinda needy sonic, teasing-like relationship, stupid idiot definitely loves flirting with you, bunch of kisses… and licks. 

☂︎ wc. around 900 ☂︎ a/n. i was feelin a bit… devilish this one 😈 (the post write clarity hit hard.) HAHAHA i hope i did your request justice anon! first time writing smth like this… i tried to keep it at least 16+ (as per my comfortability with writing spice), but mightve leaned more into rated M, my fault ^^’

likes, reblogs, and especially comments are extremely appreciated!!!

“Hey, you know everyone already left, right?” That familiar blue blur the village knows and loves comes through the doorway, crossing his arms and leaning against the sofa as he looks you up and down, obviously skeptical about your continued presence in the hut. “What’cha still doing here? I thought Sticks was really urging you to go.”

You shrug your shoulders, letting a yawn slip out as you wave him off, shutting your eyes as the hammock swings gently at your movement. A nice, sundown nap is in order.

“You didn’t feel like going with them?” You don’t bother opening your eyes, but give him a curt nod as you feel his presence beside you, hearing the tapping of his foot against the hard, wooden floor. “Well, why don’t you just come with me then? I’m about to run a couple laps to and back from the beach.” 

Booooringgg. You click your tongue in disapproval, but open up an eye to peek at him, curious about the fact that he invited you to hang out with him in the first place. Usually he’d just bug Tails about things like that, or challenge Knuckles to a couple rounds of golf. Well, maybe you’re just a last resort, considering the fact that you’re the only one here…

“That doesn’t interest you either, huh?” Sonic tilts his head, his ear twitching at your silent agreement with a nod. Words aren’t even necessary. No point in wasting your breath on them.

He pouts, staring at you silently putting his gloved hands right on his hips, cocking his head to the other side as his foot keeps on tapping on the floor. After a few beats of silence, he nudges you in an annoying manner, causing you to let a small curse slip between your lips as you gaze up at him.

“Alright, scoot over.”

What?

Sonic grins as he shakes the hammock, forcing a yelp through your lungs as he urges you to make way for him, climbing inside the hammock to snuggle against you before you can even utter a refusal. Idiot.

He chuckles, a cheeky, clearly amused grin on his face as he presses his cheek against yours, a soft purr rumbling from within his chest as his playful demeanor falters for a moment, enjoying the warmth emitting from your body. If you weren't so bugged out with him currently, you would’ve teased him for his animalistic behavior, but the thought slipped out of your mind the second it entered once you feel another purr ring from him. Lucky bastard.

You scowl, nudging him away from you. You were having a nice, relaxing time, and then all of a sudden he wants to butt in like this?

“Oh, what?” Sonic grins at you, relishing in your embarrassed expression. “You’re acting like you don’t like it. I know you do.” Your scowl doesn’t falter with his statement. And what brings him to that assumption?

“Cause if you didn’t, you could’ve pushed me outta here already.” Sonic murmurs, that stupid sly grin popping back on his face as he straddles over your figure, before you can utter a protest to his statement, and he leans down to kiss your neck, letting his tongue lap up the spot briefly, before leaning more towards the right to suck gently, nipping at it with his teeth.

Oh. 

You flinch at the wet feeling plastered on your neck, but soon settle down, stifling back a groan as he draws his tongue across your jawline, leaning so close to your face that your lips briefly touch against each other.

“You didn't need to go with the others anyway.” He says, a small growl behind his words. “It’s more fun with me, yeah?” Sonic groans at his own impatience, leaning in as soon as he finishes his sentence, running his tongue against the tip of your fang with a small growl following afterward, pleased at your reaction to his advance once you reach your hand over to hold his, intertwining your fingers with his as he pins it down to the hammock.

Suddenly, Sonic angrily nips at your bottom lip, almost begging for your tongue to make contact with his, and you comply with his begging as he whines softly in the kiss, clearly happy with your decision, though he’ll never say it out loud. His ego’s much too big for something like that, but displaying his affections for you in a hut where anyone from the group could walk in is just fine. Hmm.

The kiss is cut short as Sonic breaks away, panting softly above you and chuckling softly. “Sorry. I dunno what’s up with me today…” Maybe some self-evaluation would do him some good.

… Who’re you kidding? You know you don’t care.

Sonic’s soft breathing mixes with yours, along with his soft kisses against your cheek, shifting slightly on top of you as his leg straddles your body, cuddling and bringing you closer. 

What a loser.

You groan in a fake annoyed tone, muttering curses towards him as he laughs beside you, yet you snuggle closer to his chest and those curses turn into gentle kisses leading up his chest, tugging away his brown bandana with your teeth, and you relish in the sound of Sonic’s laughs cut short, and his breath hitching in his throat, his hand resting itself on your hips before making its way up your own torso, 

Eh. This isn’t so bad. You should stay back and just relax in Sonic’s Hut more often. Alone.

Yeah…

(i was actually gonna post this last night but tumblr was being bad >:[ its alright lol)

[chemical-killjoy]

Mr. Bloody Brightside

Spike x reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: very silly and fluffy

Summary: Spike has a pity-party when he thinks Y/N likes someone else, only to be very wrong

Bloody bastard, Spike thought, as he paced his crypt. Tosser. Who did he think he is, Mr soddin' Perfect? Y/N probably thinks so.

It had been a rough day. Bored out of his mind, he thought he'd come find you, hang out. All the scoobies thought you were crazy, befriending Spike since a little before he got the chip in his head (Buffy didn't know you were friends before hand), and getting so close. Why would you want to be friends with a killer? But you saw there was a man beneath the monster, and you didn't mind the monster so much anyway. You'd bonded over your sense of style, hatred of the man, music and poetry. And Spike was everything to you. Unfortunately for him, he didn't know that.

So it was a warm Thursday evening when Spike got to your shitty apartment. Sometimes he'd dream of moving in with you, buying a better place so you didn't have to live in that shit hole. Put up some black-out curtains and he'd be good to go. But he didn't dare risk suggesting it. He knocked on the splintering door and was surprised when Willow greeted him.

“Spike, hey!”

“Willow, hi,” Spike looked behind her, craning his head a little. “Is Y/N here?”

“Oh, no, she's out with Charlie, I think he's finally gonna make a move!” Willow smiled up at him, not knowing the pain she was causing.

“Charlie, right. Charlie.” He huffed.

“Something wrong, Spike? You look a little paler than usual, and that's kinda saying something.”

“Yeah, yeah all good. Just, uh, tell her I was lookin' for her, will you? And that...” Spike took a breath, turning away. “No, just tell her that. Thanks, love.” He attempted to smile at Willow before leaving.

There were many benefits to being your friend. And one of them was your ability to find cheap CDs and your love of giving gifts. A while back, after seeing how barren his crypt was, you new what he needed. A few days later, there was a box on his doorstep, a CD player with built in radio, and a bunch of old CDs, both yours and ones you bought in a pile on top. Spike spent hours on the phone with you that night, listening to songs and asking which you liked, which were gag gifts and which you'd stake him if people knew you listened to.

And that's how Spike found himself blasting The Killer's 'Mr. Brightside' and singing along at only 9pm. He spent hours getting angry, training for fights, beating up the air, reasoning with himself why he was better for you, until he eventually gave up and sank into the misery. He picked up a half-full bottle of whisky, turned on the song and played it on repeat, singing, crying, dancing and drinking until the bottle hollowed into a microphone. It was a hell of a pity party, perfect for heartbreak such as this.

He was so sure you'd pick Charlie. You sure talked about him enough. And he was such a good guy it made Spike want to puke. He was tall, dark hair, muscly, with a smooth voice. He played guitar, and was teaching you, and what's more romantic than that? And he was only a year older than you. You probably thought Spike was an old man. But he's only a few decades past 100!

But more importantly, Spike was reminded of how much he isn't worthy of you. Like so many women he'd loved before, he was probably beneath you. He was lucky you were even friends with him, after all. He was a shit man, and now a shit vampire. Why would you care for him at all? He took another swig of what was left of the quickly diminishing liquor, and screamed the chorus into the bottle, laughing into a half sob-half scream. He huffed. And then he continued to sing and dance.

You'd know that tune anywhere. Mr. Brightside. One of your favourites, blasting from Spike's crypt. You could hear it outside, and were smirking for a minute before you knocked on the door.

No answer.

“Spike,” you yelled. “I know you're in there!”

“IT WAS ONLY A KISS!” Spike yelled the lyrics, and you giggled. No way had he heard you.

You tried the door, and it was unlocked. Weird, Spike wouldn't normally leave it unlocked... Unless he's going through something.

The sight before you told you he definitely was.

Spike was dancing with his back to you, black short sleeved shirt and black jeans, hair a mess, singing into a bottle of whisky. You couldn't help but laugh at the sight before you.

Spike jumped, and turned around so fast he nearly fell over. His eyes couldn't have been wider.

“Y/N, hi.” Spike rushed to turn the song off. “What're you doin' here, love?”

“Evidently crashing a one-man party.”

“I, er, I thought you'd be out with Charlie.”

“Charlie?”

“Yeah, Willow said, I went to visit you today.” Spike took another, smaller, swig. “You know, I think that boy is, uh, I think he'd be good for you, you know. He's got, uh, stability, for one, I guess, and-”

“Spike.”

“Yes?”

“I don't like Charlie, not like that.”

“You don't.”

“I don't.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! He asked me out today, and while I was flattered, I said no. He's not the kinda guy I want to go on dates with.”

“What, cause he's so perfect?”

“Well, yeah, actually. He's so... nice. He's such a good guy, he has no faults, no flaws, nothing of real strength to him. Like he's sweet, don't get me wrong, and I like being his friend, but it's not like I'm into him. He's too... soft.”

“...oh.” Spike's brows raised and he nodded.

“Oh?” you couldn't help but giggled. “Spike, don't tell me you were jealous? You weren't gonna lose me even if I went out with him. We'd still be friends.”

“Yeah. Right. Friends.” Spike put the bottle down and sat on the couch. You came to sit next to him.

“Spike?”

“Yeah?” He hated how his heart leapt at you simply saying his name, and you loved how his eyes, open and honest, bore into yours.

“I, um,” you said, scooching closer. Spike took a sharp breath, feeling more intoxicated by your perfume than the whisky. “Do you, um, did you not want to be just friends?”

“Careful there, pet, what're you really asking?” Spike could swear he sobered up at your words.

You swallowed nervously before asking properly.

“Do you like me? As more than a friend?” You looked into his blue eyes, and he took a minute to process your words. If he said no, he'd be damned. If he said yes, he could lose you. He glanced down at your lips. Screw it.

“I adore you, Y/N. As much more than a friend.” His voice was low but soft. “I don't throw a bloody pity party when I think a girl's datin' someone because I think she's neat... I love you.” Spike was breathing faster with the words out in the open, and you didn't know what to say.

You opened and closed your mouth, not sure how to respond.

“Really?”

“Yes, of course, I-” Spike gave up, lurching forward and crashing his lips against yours.

You smiled into his lips, and sighed softly into the kiss, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him closer towards you, tasting the whisky on his tongue and pulling softly at short strands of pale hair. Spike put his arms around your waist and pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him. You stayed that way, lips locked, smiling, then you pulled away.

“I love you too.” And your lips were back on his.

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[abilouwrites]

I HEARD AN UNHAPPY ENDING

IT SORTA SOUNDS LIKE YOU LEAVING

Ooc bkugo?? Idc

I want to break the cycle, of this silly little are they are they not together. It’s annoying, frustrating, jaw clenching, “so you’re not gonna go to the prom? Come on Kats I’m sure it’ll be fun. I know it’s very American but it’s still fun, we don’t get to go to school dances” I reason, slinging my bag over my shoulder and pulling my hair out from under it, “I guess you don’t have to go, I can go by myself with Ochako or Izuku. We can do a threesome” I tease slightly, peering over at him as he shoves his pencils into his backpack. I shuffle around my coat pockets and grab my car keys

“That’s even more stupid, you’re all stupid I don’t even know why you want to do that. Waste of time and money” he grumbles. Eyes narrowed as I push the door open and start walking out, I know he’s watching me, I feel it in the back of my neck as I fuss with my hair, “here, you left one of your hair clips” he takes my hand and shoves the pink clip into my palm, “you keep leaving your stuff in my car”

“Oh! So that’s why I’m driving today? You wanna leave your sweaty gauntlets in my car huh?” I sass at him slowly making my way down the stairs and out into the student parking space.

“Yeah, at least I smell good when I sweat, you just stink” I know he’s playful, and maybe I’ll miss this playfulness when I leave.

“Yeah, not all of us have the components of candles in our sweat. Lucky bastard” I unlock the car and he drops his stuff in the back and I start the engine.

He scoffs slightly and I slowly start backing out, “I’m gonna go. To the prom. After we graduate, I got an offer in Los Angeles. And I accepted” I explain, “it’s too good of an opportunity to pass up, my quirk is so water based to be that close to the ocean would- it would put me at the top in a controlled environment. With a mentor that- that understands”

“Oh.. ok, well that- that’s only like- a days flight away we can still hangout. Maybe over breaks I come see you” He reasons, staring at his phone, “when did this happen?”

“About a month ago, I did so well on my exams and my stats were super high for a water quirk I was kinda in a league of my own.. so am I not going to see you at the dance?”

“No, because they’re stupid. And I’ll hold onto that- for ever. Or whatever you say” he shrugs and shakes his head. He doesn’t click the radio on, just sits in silence staring out the window as I drive.

“Jeez, y’know maybe you’re just upset because you don’t have a date” I tease gently but that longing feeling comes back, the one where I want to stay for him. In my imaginary world where we’re in love and that he would follow me to America or maybe I would stay here. In Japan where I don’t belong.

“I don’t- need a date to enjoy a dance. You’re all I need to have fun, sucks that you’re leaving” My heart jams in my chest. I’m all he needs? I’m twisting those words— I have to be.

I sigh, long and deep as I park into my driveway. He gets out, grabs his stuff and starts to leave, “In case I don’t see you again.. I’ll miss you”

“Don’t be stupid y/n, we always find eachother”

I feel relief, a small amount of pressure is lifted off my chest.

“Mmh you don’t think it’s too much?” I ask Ochaco as she sprinkles the skin glitter on my collarbone, “I mean I know it’s ’dancing under the stars’ themed but I don’t need to actually shimmer”

She shakes her head, smiling and gleaming as she brushes through her hair after she dusts me, “it goes with your eyes, you look.. like a star. Bakugo was stupid just to let you go. You’re gorgeous”

I roll my eyes at her, “you look beautiful, the green suits you. And someone else” I tease gently and she flushes red

“It’s not like romantic or anything! He’s just my date.. uh.. come on we should get going”

I didn’t expect to see him there, dressed up his hair doesn’t slick back. But he still looks dressy, “hello stranger” I smile and grin and he perks up. Goes from staring at his phone to me.

“You’re. Glittery?” He stares a little baffled, jaw dropped slightly, he closes and still looks.

“I am. You’re here? I thought these were ‘a waste of time and money’ you going back on your word?” I perk an eyebrow at him.

“Can’t let that depressing car ride be our goodbye”

I’ve never seen him unagressive, soft and kind. Something I’ve seen so rarely. He takes my hand, “and.. y’know as long as I have you. In some stupid way I think I can enjoy these. But only if you’re here” he admires me softly. Taking my hand and following as I pull him onto the dance floor.

His hands intertwine with mine as we dance, music floods our senses. Some pop song, sounds so familiar and distant at the same time.

His hands on my hips and I sway underneath him, he stares at me with a fondness I’ve only seen my dad look at my mom with.

The beat kicks and I barely notice anyone but him, like the world has just dropped away and he’s all that’s left, “I love you. I think. I always have. And I’m scared I always will” I whisper, it’s drowned out against the music and deep bass.

“Huh?!” He shouts out above the music

“I SAID I LOVE THIS SONG!”

“OH! OKAY!”

It’s always been like this, unspoken words- and I said it. Drowned out by the music, by the noise of everyone else by us. I wish it would’ve been different, maybe in another universe. But we’ve grown up. From biting at each others throats to being able to drive in the same car together. It hits me with remorse, a little pang of pity as I look into those crimson eyes I used to fall asleep thinking about.

I’m scared how much I’ll miss him, how his name is on every pro-con list I’ve ever written. When I was making the choice to leave. Katsuki was first person I didn’t want to leave.

“I’m gonna get water!” I shout out, he shakes his head. But he follows me as I walk out, “I’m just getting water, don’t- you don’t have to follow me out”

“No. It’s fine. Uh. I just need a breather” He grumbles. Twisting the watch on his wrist, “are you ok?”

“Mnh” I nod slightly, “my feet are killing me! Hey! I don’t have a ride out can I go with you?” I ask plopping down onto the grass

“Yeah, yeah whatever” he groans, “you look nice. Don’t. Don’t really know if I’ve already said that” he takes his hand and rubs the back of his neck.

“Is this the right choice?” I ask him, looking up as he looks down, “moving. California.. leaving it- feels right. I think”

“You think or you know?” He asserts, frowning down at me- the same look on our first day. When I fell over my shoelaces and ate dirt. He didn’t laugh or tease. Gave me his hand and helped me up. But now he doesn’t hold my hand. Now I have to get up on my own

I sigh, staring down at my shoes. Pondering, wondering, “there’s nothing left for me here. The only thing I know- is that. The only thing tying me here is you. And I don’t- I don’t know what to make of that”

“You can go. I don’t- I don’t fucking need you to hold my hand and. And you don’t have to stay with me. Jesus I don’t even know why you thought of that. Like you’re- we’re codependent on eachother because we’re not!” He throws his head up and cocks his leg, shaking his head with vigor, “go. Go because we don’t have anything to offer you anymore”

“Ok. I’ll go” I say, it feels so set in stone. Like this is how it’s going to be, “you’ll still call me?”

“Sure.”

I want to tell him how I feel, I want to so so badly it burns at my stomach and makes me sick. Makes me violent and angry. But I don’t, I’m too scared to ruin this friendship. So nervously crafted and delicately touched I can’t drop it on him. No matter how he looks at me, or how he sits next to me with his hands on his knees. How he looks over at me.

He leans in slightly, I follow. Our faces centimeters apart, heat radiating off the both of us, “y/n” he whispers so softly but it echos in my brain. Rattling like a pin that has just fallen. I want to reach in, kiss him. Wrap my hands around his face and kiss the daylights out of him like I’ve never kissed someone before.

He kisses me, softly at first, but the longer it lasts the more vigor he finds his hands, balancing against my face. Gripping me and I grip back, “mnh Katsuki”

“Shut up. Just stop talking for five minutes and let me kiss you”

And dear god did that sound like a deal to me.

[hikarry]

Spencer, dear, I'm so sorry, but "I Will Survive" is not a Crowley song. Seriously? Disappointed

Bro-

Do I-

*waves frenetically towards the picture below*

Portraying Crowley as this suave, cool and mysterious guy that breathes rock is such a surface level analysis of this dork. That's what HE wants you to think of him. Gorgeous redhead fellaw with slinky hips and rockstar style, yes, BUT

He had his silly goose phase and his silly goose phase was Disco Tony and everyone in my household is going to respect Disco Tony

Look me in my bloody eyes and tell me this lil queer fella and his buddy Freddie Fucking Mercury didn't go down to the Golden Lion back in old Soho and drink their weights in beer as "I Will Survive" played and they kissed some guys here and there?

("Why the Golden Lion again, sweetheart? Why not that Harpoon Louis place everyone is talking about back in Earls Court Road?"

"Ngk, no reason. Absolutely not because I'm very desperately trying to bump into this very very annoying guy whom's I've only seen from a far since we last talked in the 60's after he gave me something we had had a fight over some years before and now we are kinda weird with each other and I dunnot know what he expects of me, but, fucking Heaven's, why does the bloody angel have to be so bloody complicated anyway? You should have seen the way he looked at me. The bloody idiot sitting in my Bentley saying I "go too fast". Go too fast?! What does that even mean?!"

"Ah. Right. Bookshop darling."

"Ngk. No. More like. Pain in my arse. The idiot. The way he looked at me made me feel like...agh....like I was falling apart. Is it really so hard for him to stop being a posh little shite and talk to me straight? Stop- Don't look at me like that. Pull that bloody eyebrow back down, you noisance. You know exactly what I mean. I just...ngk, it feels so lonely sometimes and-"

"Lonely, you say, darling?"

"Don't. Don't you even, Mr. Big Shot Rock Star. Azi-...The angel and I go back a long long time. I'm just used to have him around, that's all, but he's so...so..."

"Extremely queer and quite dishy? I don't see the problem here, really, Tony dear. Just walk up to the bloke and grab his arse. Worked for me and Jim just fine."

"You got bloody lucky, is what you got. Absolutely high out of your own arse, you bastard. I don't do that."

"Oh, but you do-"

"Ngk. No. Not to him...Bloody Heavens, stop-"

"I didn't say anything."

"I can feel you judging all the way from here, Melina."

"My sincere apologies if my sunglasses cannot hide how much I think you're a bloody cream puff, Anthonia Jennifer Crowley. The man is unmistakably almost as bent as the two of us combined. How much do you want to bet with me, right here, right now, that man is dying to have you turn him into an artiste until he is absolutely knackered?"

"Satan, you're fucking impossible sometimes...It's not that bloody simple, alright? Just. There's so much left unspoken between us still and-"

"God, that's a load of tosh, Anthony. You're arse over tits in love with the bloke and instead of getting a move on and a possibly great shag..."

"...Fred...?"

"Hold up one second, darling. Let me just-"

"Fred-What the-Fred-What-Is that-Where the fuck did you take that notebook from? We are on out way to the pub! What-! Stop bloody writing-!"

BAAM Freddie Mercury writes "One Year Of Love" on his way to the Golden Lion in Soho in the company of his mate Anthony J. Crowley, once again sucking on the man's pinning for the mysterious bookshop bloke he has the hots for.)

Anyway- (Adhd brain. It's 5 am on a saturday. What do you want from me?)

I rest my case

Snake boy absolutely asks Alexa to play that song when he is alone in his flat and he wants to feel a lil nostalgic and let loose

[the-fiction-witch]

Sweetling P2

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - Smut Word Count - 1883

Smut (18+) - heavy kissing/ nudity/ nipple play/ bitting/ fingering/ praising/ O/ Forced O/ mild breeding kink kinda/ squirting/ (I think that's all of them)

“Gods, Y/n. I don’t want tomorrow to come…”

"I wish it didn't have to... But the gods have no mercy for us Jacaerys' ' she cried, sniffing back her tears, "I am so glad we had tonight I shall hold it in my memory forever. I hope perhaps I will be lucky enough to carry such seeds," her hand stroked his on her stomach, "so I may love and keep a part of you,"

His heart felt as if it was breaking, shattered and twisted. To have her tonight and to then have her taken away in the morning…He held her close for what felt like an eternity, feeling the warmth of her skin. “If you were to bear my child… would you run away with me, sweet girl? Run away from your life and live with me in Essos?”

"Jacaerys, I would run away with you at a moment's word. But you are the prince heir to the iron throne... You must remain here. With your... Bride. Do your duty. Give the kingdom heirs... Tonight will I'm sure be forgotten by you and replaced by nights like this with your bride,"

“I will never forget this…” Jacaerys whispered against her skin, almost wanting to swear on it to the Gods above. “I swear.” His hand gently touched her stomach again, imagining if her belly were to swell and grow heavy with child. If she had a belly full of his child… Gods, it was almost too powerful of a thought. The thought of her belly rounding and swelling with child, with his child… he couldn’t help but groan at the thought, holding her closer.

She giggled touching his hand and playing with his fingers as they touched her stomach, "You dream of my swell? Of my carrying you child?"

“Gods, yes.” He kissed her shoulder and gently nibbled at her skin, his hand still on her belly. “I dream of you heavy with child, my child. I imagine your breast swollen and full of milk, and your belly big and full of life…” His fingers stroked her stomach. “Would you give me that? Give me a child, my sweet child…”

"I will pray to the gods nightly that they bless your seed to grow Inside me Jacaerys," She smiled,

“Gods, you tempt me so…” His fingers caressed her flesh, the thought of his child growing within her filling his mind. “I would take you again and again to seed you, make sure you give me heirs and bastards alike…”

"And I would give them all so happily and I would love them endlessly,"

“You will.” He whispered against her skin, before kissing it softly. He held her close and felt a sudden rush of emotions, love and affection and the need to protect. His breath left him for a moment and he just held her close, as if he could keep her safe forever that way. “If you were with child… Gods, if that is what the Gods bless us with… I will defy my own family, sweet girl…”

"you would?"

“Without a moment’s hesitation.” His eyes met hers and his expression was sincere. “For you. For the babe… I would flee to the ends of the earth and be damned by my family and the Gods for it…”

"as would I, my love" she cooed wrapping her arms around him and pressing her face into his chest,

He groaned lowly when she called him that word, her breath tickling his chest, his heart hammering. “You have me ready to swear an oath of loyalty to you. If I weren’t to be king…” He whispered gently, holding her close. “Would you marry me, sweetling? If I didn’t hold my responsibilities? Would you say the words and become my wife?”

"without question or hesitation"

“Without question or hesitation….” He repeated, almost to himself. It made his heart swell. He was loved, truly loved. The feeling sent a shiver down his spine and he had to fight the silly urge to scream, to hold her close and spin around. The Prince sighed and gently kissed the top of her head. “Why did we not meet when we were children and free from duty…”

"Jacaerys... I have loved you since the day you came to Dragonstone," she whispered pressing kisses to his neck,

“You cannot say things like that to me, sweetling. Unless you want me to be utterly powerless…”

He groaned, the sound almost guttural, feeling her mouth on his pulse.

"Forgive me... But it is the truth"

“Then you must bear the consequences.” He whispered, his body twisting with hers until she was flat on her back again, held down by his body as his mouth met hers. The kiss was tender at first, only their lips touching, brushing gently. But then his tongue licked her bottom lip, coaxing for entry which she eagerly granted and opened her lips to fully allow his tongue. His tongue licked into her mouth, pressing hard against hers. He kissed her with heat and passion that surprised even himself; it was almost like he was trying to convey everything he felt, all his love and lust. She moaned into the kiss, her hand trailing up into his hair, His hips began to rock, their naked flesh shifting together again. Jacaerys felt himself growing hard once more, her body against him bringing him back to a place of mindless pleasure. He pulled back from the kiss, leaning closer to her ear instead. “You bring me to madness…” A hand slid down, his fingers brushed across a nipple, before sliding down toying at the sensitive clit. His mouth was on her neck, his teeth gently biting at her skin.

She squealed and screamed her hands tugging his hair as he touched her,

“You drive me mad, sweetling.” He whispered before he took his other hand to one of the hardened nipples, taking it between his fingers, pinching and tugging gently. “You undo me, making me do and feel things I’ve never felt before. And now, I cannot get enough of you…”

"You drive me to mindlessness, my love," she gasped, "my desires become nothing but to please you... To become a toy for my prince's satisfaction" She groaned her eyes squeezed shut and her body trembled as the tugging and pinching became more intense his hand rubbing on her nipple without mercy the other on her clit with equal force caused her to orgasm, throwing her head back as she screamed his name.

“Seven Hells, sweet girl…” He groaned when he saw her expression, heard her moan his name like she was pleading to the Gods, and felt her body tremble against him. He kept working her with his fingers, not letting her come down just yet. “Gods, I wish I could spend forever pleasuring you…” His fingers gently teased at her, his mouth kissing across her collarbone. “So beautiful…”

"if that is your desire Jacaerys" She gasped and whimpered from his touch not stopping sending her into overstimulation once more, The way she looked and sounded just made him want to tease her more and more, his ego swelling with the power she gave him.

“How does it feel sweetling? To be so lost in pleasure?” He licked a trail down her torso, his fingers pulling and pinching at her sensitive nipple while he rubs so evilly on her clit, still not letting her come down from her high.

She writhed and begged for his touch, unable to answer as she screamed, groaned, and moaned, her body sweating and trembling at being pushed so far, Jacaerys couldn’t keep the smirk from forming on his face. He could feel her trembling against him and could taste her desire in the air. The sounds and the taste of her was like water in the desert for him.

“Tell me your body is mine, sweet girl. Tell me that only my touch can give you this bliss.” He purred, his fingers only continuing to tease and taunt.

She did not need to answer him with words as her body responded alone as she screamed her body arched and convulsed her toes curled, her hands gripped the sheets and she released everything she had sending squirting all over his hand and his bed as she hit her orgasm stronger than anything she had felt in her life, A strangulated groan left his lungs at the sight and feel of her orgasm, his fingers covered in her. He groaned again and removed his fingers from her, unable to help from bringing them to his mouth and licking at them.

“Gods, you taste like nectar…”

she gasped laying on the bed whimpering muttering his name and gentle apologies,

He brought his mouth up to kiss her softly, smiling against her lips. “How could you apologise for that sweet girl?” His fingers gently caressed her side as he spoke, his ego inflated that he had made her cum like that.

"I... I made such a mess of your bed and of you," she gasped

He let his smile turn cruel. “I was a willing participant in the mess, sweetling. I was even the one to coax those sounds from your lips…” He whispered, feeling his ego swelling once more when he thought that it couldn’t get any bigger. “I hope I get to do that again, sweet Y/n…”

she gasped "Perhaps... Not .. tonight Jacaerys"

He chuckled and nuzzled her softly, kissing her neck and shoulders. “No… I think you’ve had enough tonight.” The Prince shifted so she was against his chest again. “What say we rest for tonight?”

"... But I don't want tonight to end .. tomorrow... This will all be over," she let a tear slip from her eye,

Jacerys gently held her close, his hand petting her hair soothingly. He hummed softly and rocked her. “It doesn’t have to be, sweet girl.” He whispered, his thumb gently rubbing at her jaw. “Tell me you’ll run away with me…”

"d- do you mean that Jacaerys?'

“Of course I do sweetling.” His thumb continued to caress her jaw, smiling softly. “Run away with me to Essos. I’ll take a ship, we can leave the realm behind forever. Start afresh… in love and happiness.”

"What about your family?"

“My family can burn.” When he said it, he meant it. If it meant he could have her, he’d forsake everything and everyone. “You told me I held immense power. I’ll forsake all of it, all of Westeros, all of my responsibilities. For you. For a chance at love.”

"... What of Vermax? Your dragon? Will your bonded dragon not forever grieve if you don't return?"

“He can join us. We can all fly away together. There is more room and more food in Essos for him…” He whispered, his thumb running over her skin.

"I would love nothing more in this world to climb on Vermax with you and us fly away somewhere else, Dorne, the North, Essos, the boiling Isles, the ruins of Valyria or whatever is west of Westeros wherever you take us so long as I have you,"

Jacaerys shivered softly at the image she’d planted in his head. Vermax, his mount, the dragon that’d been in his life since he was born… flying over a brand new continent with the woman he loved. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and held her close, burying his face in her hair.”You’ll have me. I promise. And I’ll have you Y/n, and that is all I desire in this life. 

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[angelsnkisses]

hi love, i bring you some pie 🍰 and a request, can you please make jack defending reader from some jerks?

A/N: well since you brought me pie..

thinking about jack defending you <3

💟 sfw 💟

warnings: gn!reader, harassment, fighting, mentions of blood

• he'd be at a bar, brooding over a glass of vodka about his father's death, when he hears jeering and taunts coming from across the room.

• you'd been trying to enjoy a drink alone, when you were approached by a group of men. you'd try to be nice, and politely decline when they'd offer to get you a drink, but they'd be persistent.

"come on, sugar.. let's all get out of here."

• jack's eyes would land on you, noticing that you were surrounded by drunk bastards trying to get you to come home with them.

• he'd honestly probably mind his own business at first, until they started getting more aggressive.

"quit being a prude, we'll have fun, darling."

• he'd down what was left of his drink before getting up and walking over, not wanting something bad to happen to you. especially since it looked like you were alone.

"you okay there?"

• you'd look at him and shake your head, earning jeers and laughter from the group. one guy would step up to him, towering over him. He was taller, but not as built.

"don't worry about it, pretty boy. we're just playing."

• he'd sniff at the pretty boy comment, eyes shifting between you and the guy.

"you know him?"

• he'd glower at the man when you shake your head again, looking for an outlet for his anger anyways. he wasn't one to let things go, and this was no exception.

"well, aren't you a vexatious prick. you don't have anything better to do?"

• the tall guy would glare at him, hissing at his friends to shut up when they started laughing.

"you better get out of here, or you're gonna wish you never said anything."

• he'd snicker before putting his hands up, turning as if he was gonna leave. panic would fill you, realizing you were gonna have to deal with this yourself.

"you know what? i have a better idea."

• he'd turn suddenly and grab the sides of the douchbag's head, smacking his forehead against his nose in a quick motion.

• the man would groan loudly, stepping back and holding a hand to his nose. blood would be leaking from his nostrils, getting on his shirt.

"fuck! you broke my fucking nose, asshole!"

• jack would laugh, backing away from his friends when they started walking towards him.

"woah, woah.. we're just playing, right?"

• the bartender would get fed up by then, yelling at the group to get the hell out of the bar, including jack.

"you got lucky, pretty boy. better hope we don't see you again."

• he would only smile smugly in response, watching them leave before following suit.

• he'd give you a look as if to say 'you're welcome' before leaving you shaken up and confused.

• you would gather up your things, leaving money for the drink on the table before hurrying to catch up with him.

• you'd follow him quickly, catching his arm in your hand right as you both walked outside.

"huh? oh, it's you."

• you'd thank him immensely, offering him money or something. he'd shake his head, looking you up and down before shrugging.

"i don't need any of that.. but i will take your number."

• let's pretend he's not engaged.

• you'd exchange info, both smoking a cigarette and making small talk.

"i'm jack, by the way."

• you would tell him your name, and he'd hum, nodding in approval. it was kinda silly, but you'd be almost proud of your name and the fact that he seemed to like it.

"well, i'll see you around, Y/N."

• you'd both separate to go to your own cars, each of you on the other's mind as you drove off.

**

A/N: i liked this request a lot! sorry if i didn't interpret it the way you intended me to write. hope you enjoyed <3!

[codecicle]

Swag, tell me about your BG3 character, I’m curious about what you play !! :D

rubbing my hands together evil style. wampus you have no idea what you've unleashed

this is my bastard son: Samuel Alastine :D he goes by Sam but everyone calls him Sammy ^_^

his personality is like if you combined chip jrwi + sokka atla and made a really sappy fucked up love child. he's such a sarcastic little bitchboy at all times who loves being a bastard and charming his way into and out of situations (the consequences of his actions). he really focuses on the actions of the people and how they treat others as a sign of if he should trust them or not, when asked by Withers the question on how much a single human life was valued i had his answer READY lmao he was instantly responding with "it depends on the person's actions." he definitely has a weak-spot for kids though, he went through a rough childhood, but he doesn't consider it "important" and he trys to keep it as close to his chest as possible.

he's a tiefling sorcerer and i decided to make his sub-race a dragonborn tiefling so he could get the specific type of spells i wanted. i think my plan for progressing him is to focus my general skill-tree to be skewed towards how his personality would fight instead of whats most practical, and for him that definitely means wiping out multiple people in one flashy go with ZERO back-up plans. the amount of times he's had to get one of the other party member to revive him is insane, so he tends to leave that part out of the big flashy tales about his adventures. he loves showing off and bragging so much genuinely again think sokka atla just an absolute loser bastard who tries to take credit in a loving way. he would kill and die for his friends he just shit-talked as beneath him and side characters 5 seconds ago, and if someone else tries to also talk bad about them he's throwing hands and swinging on them in an instant with his whole 8 strength

speaking of which i skewed by skills so badly by putting the free +2 modifier to charisma to give him a 17 bro i coulda blanced his skills a little more and made all of his attacks do more than a grand total average of like. 2. maybe 3 if youre lucky but i DIDNT because im not a COWARD!!!!!!!!!!!!! so now he just flops over if he gets breathed at wrong or is out of spell slots like god intended. but at least he knows how to flirt GODBLESS

also also i definitely think his current party is going to remain his favorite and most trusted for the whole game. he's adventuring with Shadowheart, Wyll, and Astarion right now and they fit him so perfectly its actually insane. he loves how forward thinking Shadowheart is and is willing to follow her, and respects her for keeping her secrets while still letting him make fun of how closed off she is. (realizing now that my playful banter i try to give him might be the romancing options. but like. yeah he would try and do that she would never go for it though.) ((maybe)) and he absolutely adores Wyll's heroicism and looks up to him in a way, full of nothing but respect for how selflessly he acts and how he fights with confidence. he's an especially big fan of how he treats kids, knowing he never would have gotten that same kindness and it was nice to see the cycle be broken and someone make a change. and astarion he just wants to fuck LMAOOOO he loves the conversations they have and while astarion saying "oh yeah btw how do you wanna die when that worm in your brain spreads. like do you want poison or a knife" should normally be offputting thats EXACTLY his kinda humor and flirting. he said knife btw ^_^ purely because at the beginning where astarion jumped him he pinned him to the ground and held a knife to his throat and he really wants that to happen again but you didn't hear that from him. nuh uh.

anyway im having so much fun playing this game fully in character i see why the council did it that way now !! this is so silly goofy and fun i love going "oh wow any normal self respecting person would NOT say that to the random person they just met. i dont want to pick this option but youre not gonna believe this chief, its What My Character Would Do" every 5 fucking minutes for a new dialog this game is awesome im gonna go die in a combat now goodbye [vanishes into the woods] [the camera very clearly shows me hiding behind a tree thats too skinny for my body asking someone off screen if he's gone yet]

[extra-v1rgin]

hey oliveoil! Hope you're having a lovely time!

I've got a fem!reader x Kishibe request for you! I made a silly vague post a few days ago about a fic inspired by Fall Out Boy's (shut up cringe is dead) "Heaven's Gate". Tbh Kishibe being any age works just fine for me, as well as either nsfw or sfw! I want to see your take on it, if you feel like it!

Thanks in advance!

first request ever wowee!!

(also for future reference, no not all hc requests will be answered, and yes I will just be doing small hcs/imagines and not full fics)

(ok edit after writing srry this shit is kinda sad)

I imagine this taking place early-mid 80’s considering the punkish vibes we (I) want (and the actual Heaven’s Gate was in the mid 70’s so it’s thematic or whatever). Kishibe is slightly younger, but not middle aged.

(I like to imagine that this is the moment where he just started growing out the gray. Shiny gray roots with black edges.)

As mentioned earlier you’re involved in the punk scene, loud and angry and so not Kishibe’s type. You probably meet him at a bar after or before or in between watching shows and rioting. You’re a bit mouthy, maybe disrespectful (Which Kishibe does like).

At first you probably assume Kishibe is straight laced, even with the piercings and scars he can’t escape looking like a haggard businessman in the suit. He might’ve drawn your attention on purpose, waiting until your leaning in his ear and making fun of how boring he is.

(Later that night he shows you how not boring he is as he fucks you over and over until you can’t even speak.)

Somehow you end up staying. He never makes you breakfast or offers you respect and you don’t do much in return. He fucks you, you fall asleep in his bed, and usually don’t wake until Kishibe has already left for work. If you’re lucky he’ll make enough coffee for two.

And after a month or however long you want to just be fucking him for, you ask for more. You’re not naive, but you are younger than Kishibe and still holding onto the idea of love. If you beg for scraps of his attention he’ll ignore you. If you bug him, desperate for anything more than rough sex, he’ll kick you out for the night. It shouldn’t be a problem because you don’t live together, you can only share his bed a few nights a week. That doesn’t stop you from crying until you can’t see and sulking back to your car.

Finally he tells you why. Kishibe is a piece of shit bastard who is definitely going to hell. You’re the angst filled young adult he picked up in a shady bar. Your idea of rebellion is yelling in the road and chucking beer bottles at buildings. Kishibe is planning government coups.

And it’s not the difference that’s the problem, it’s the fact that Kishibe is definitely going to hell. Even if you were to die (like everyone else he’s ever known) he wouldn’t see you in whatever kind of afterlife exists.

After awhile you understand that, even if Kishibe doesn’t explain it. So you’re satisfied to keep sneaking into his bed every other night and pressing kisses softer than normal against his cheek whenever you stay up longer than him (which is rare).

Kishibe might be confident that he’s going to hell, but right now you’re both on Earth, even if it’s just for the briefest moment.

[undergrounddweller89]

Spicy head cannon

Lol also kinda silly...it was meant to be

KALE X CHAI

Phone sex times I guess also irony it was supposed the be chai that ended up fapping huh go figure. With a splash of attempted after care

Also sorry for it not being that good ^^;

(added note , it got spicier than intended...and Chai is 25 and Kale is 38 they're both consenting adults got a problem just block me or unfollow shrugs. )

One point Kale totally called Chai after watching him beat up his security and destroyed Rekka, he couldn't get the man out of his head at all, like he shouldn't be impressed...that... natural ability and strength, despite him calling him a defect, he hates how Chai's defect actually makes him perfect.

He loosened his tie and swallowed thickly he couldn't believe he was about to...ask him for this but it wasn't as if the staff had been exactly capable of capturing Chai in the first place...so he couldn't...make a proposal or a favourable trade in person.

....

Chai had been in the hideout, thankfully there was a spare room that he'd made his own when he got the message through his phone....a call from an unknown person... without thinking (cause come on it's Chai) answered it only to stare dumb foundedly as he saw Kale looking... flushed and a little dishevelled, odd considering he always looked so proper.

"Are you calling to make a deal dude, want us to stop and you'll put an end to Spectrum."

"Spectra and no, but I am willing to trade something for a favour."

Chai sat up, still not exactly sure what was going on...but Kale seemed a little... breathless.

"What kind of deal we talking about , I don't know how to fix the coffee machine, I know someone made it decaf on purpose though, god you gotta he a real asshole for that."

"Yeah...and what else am I besides that Chai."

Kale pressed him , while Chai completely missed the hitch in his voice

"Oh I'll tell you what you are Mr Vandelay, a no good, capitalist bastard that-"

Chai blinked face going red

"Dude are you?!"

Chai noticed the shoulder movement of Kale's right arm and the intense stare and how bright and beautiful Kale's eyes looked against the crimson hue of his cheeks

"I swear to god Chai, if you hang up, I'll hunt you down and face fuck everyone of your insults back down your throat."

Shit...Chai had not expected to find that so.....hot...the growl, the fact that Kale had called him, needed to get off to him...

"Don't get shy on me now... please..."

That near whine in Kale's voice put a shit ton of confidence in Chai, more than he should have as he leaned forward

"So Kale...let me get this straight...you want me to tell your that you're just a piece of shit... huh, nothing more than a desperate pathetic needy brat that needs a Defect to look after him?"

Where the hell had that come from, Kale didn't know but he didn't care Chai had hit his kink right on the fucking head, leaning back he finished undoing his tie, exposing a teasing hint of his metal plating.

He had an arm up above his head waiting for more.

"My favour , you get close to catching us...you let us run."

"Once... I'll let you run once Defect."

Kale spat out but , there was no real venom , he was just getting impatient.

"You're lucky I'm not there."

"Oh and why is that?"

"Am I connected to your blue tooth head piece?"

He asked casually, which drove Kale insane, how dare he be so nonchalant in this , but those eyes still staring at him, still watching him, Chai's focus was solely on him.

"Yes of course."

And then Kale froze as he heard Chai's voice just go a little deeper, how...how could he be such a dumb ass and still do THAT.

"You're lucky I'm not there, I'd have my fingers around your throat, remind you just how pathetic you really are..."

That little sigh Chai followed with , the kind you gave when you appreciated what you saw before you had Kale squeezing his cock a little tighter listening waiting for more

"I'd force your head back against that ridiculous pretentious seat , fingers trailing down your body, you'd have your hands bound, but not with your tie..."

"What with ...what..what would you use?"

Kale glanced at Chai's scarf as he watched him pull it from his neck and wind it between both hands , making it taut in the middle

"The thing that helped me when I didn't have this tech, what supported me would be binding you heh or maybe I'd gag you with it, make it nice and tight so your pretty mouth couldn't say a single fucking thing..."

Kale watched eagerly as Chai leaned in a little closer

"After all the only thing that mouth is good for is sucking my cock....and you'd like that wouldn't you, you little slut, look at you panting over your enemy, begging for me to get you off."

Kale couldn't believe for all of it all those puns , those insanely stupid fucking remarks he'd heard on the camera footage he was getting to see a side of Chai none of them knew about , this was his , this moment was his, pre cum was spilling past his fingers , smearing along the length of his cock, it throbbed, completely engorged, glowing orange lines pulsed.

"You'd have to beg me before I'd let you climb on me Vandelay."

Kale went still and stared at him , something predatory in his eyes and for a moment Chai wondered if he'd gone too far.

"You'd let me ... wouldn't you? You wouldn't make me beg like that and then not let me...I don't beg for anyone Chai..."

Kale felt a sense of pride as he saw Chai's cheeks go red and nodded.

Chai was sat in the darkness off his room with only the phone screen to light it up, but the way he felt now he might as well he ablaze , Kale had handed him control, given it to him willingly... to him of all people.

"Can I see?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I want to look at you Chai, I want to see the way you look at me, if you ever get caught...I'll have my head of security send you to me personally...and you'll be mine Chai...you do realise that don't you kid."

"I'm an adult , twenty five to be exact thank you."

And there it was that usual Chai charm that pouting stupidity of a man who was a brat just as much as he could be one.

"Fucking idiot of course I know you're an adult, I wouldn't be doing this with you if you weren't."

Kale snapped at him, getting frustrated.

"How old are you?" Chai grinned enjoying that Kale was indeed getting pissy.

"Thirty eight got a problem with that? Can we please resu-"

Oh shit the look Chai just pulled , he'd just loaded the proverbial cannon and Chai was about to degrade him to the end, it seemed no, Chai didn't mind at all...not one bit

"Look at you, not only are you a pathetic ass, but you're a dirty old man, twinks get you off huh? Bet you'd just love it if I pushed you back on your desk and fucked you raw huh..."

Chai looked him up and down biting his lip.

"I'd gag you and have your thighs spread, you'd ache and whine like a desperate whore who hasn't been fucked in years and I'm the best fucking thing you've ever had, that wouldn't be your hand around your cock right now Vandelay.."

He flexed his robotic fingers one by one smirking

"I'd make you cum Kale, until it hurt...and you'd be the one begging for me not to stop because let's be honest, the moment you realised I'd decimated Rekka you wanted me to destroy your ass and ruin any pride you had."

Shit he hoped he'd used decimated in the right way, he wasn't that good with certain words but he got his answer as Kale bent over , fighting to look up at him, moaning, lips parted , wincing as a streak of cum actually splashed across his cheek and nearly hit him in the eye.

A shaky breath left Kale's lips, ha what pride, he'd just called his enemy to degrade him over the phone and loved every moment of it, he thought it'd get him out of his system...but now it was an itch under his skin, his plating, someone who's had a taste of something and they needed more.

"Hey Kale..."

Chai said softly which caught the older man by surprise as he watched him reach a hand forward, and realised...Chai was mimicking the motion of stroking his face and brushing back his hair

"What are you doing?"

Kale asked, still dazed but a little confused.

"After care...you did such a good job, here let me just..."

He motioned his scarf as if he were wiping Kales cheek clean and Kale was lost... he'd lost and he knew it ...he'd keep fighting him but...he'd lost because...now he felt how big the office was, how alone he was and the idea of Chai making a genuine fuss of him after all of that....

"Thank you...Chai."

Chai blinked owlishly, that was the first time Kale had said his name without malice or it sounding like he was still calling him defect.

But before he could say anything Kale had already hung up.

But it was not the last time they had a call like that.

[morelka]

YAY IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED THE BIRD FACTS also today i literally saw a kereru And a harrier hawk lmao what a good time for bird facts!! good time to mention you’re more likely to see some specific birds in different regions depending on where your staying but i guess you’d be travelling during an exchange right?

anyways, penguins!! there’s more penguins than this but off the top of my head: hoiho/yellow eyed penguin which are funky little creatures that somehow look mad at you but that’s part of what makes them so endearing to me they’re so silly haha. idk if it’s the hoiho specifically but sometimes there will be colonies of penguins on some beach that’ll come out at night if you’re lucky :)

WHIO how did i literally not mention whio yet. also called a blue duck i think doc (department of conservation) used to have a video game where you could play as a whio i don’t remember i was a kid but it was very cool. i’m gonna try find it after this list

harrier hawk since i saw one today, flies with wings in like a v shape, very quiet usually and looks very cool. you can also see them on the sides of the road eating roadkill. this can make driving difficult cause sometimes they’ll fly out in front of you and you can try to swerve which could be dangerous or hit it :(

ruru/morepork, our only owl!!! they look very funny but i love them, you can sometimes hear them when ur camping. big yellow eyes very silly goofy bird

possums! also not a bird but you will probably see one of these. they are Very Bad for our ecosystem (same goes with dogs and cats that are allowed to roam the bush, ferrets, stoats, rats and most land mammals tbh, since most of our birds aren’t adapted to deal with these.) australia likes their possums but we don’t. their fur can be brown or grey, the babies are kinda cute but the adults scare me a little haha. if you’re camping and you shine a torch into the trees sometimes you’ll see eyes shining back at you, that’s possums! not to be confused with american possums which are white and i think are kinda cute also

fairy terns, also called tara-iti, i did a school report on them in year 9. found in coastal areas, looks kinda like a mini seagull. possibly our most endangered indigenous breeding bird since they nest on the sand they’re vulnerable to a lot of stuff. i love them

huia, extinct. they looked very cool, had long curved beaks, black with orange cheeks. their feathers were a symbol of leadership. love them

moa, also extinct. BIG birds. i mean giant. i love them so so much i want to bring them back jurassic park style. wanna bring back the huia as well but MOAS. you can probably see a skeleton of one if you go to a museum. go and marvel at the magnificent-ness of the moa

seagulls, since you mentioned them. our seagulls are BASTARDS !!!! you’ll be on the beach eating fish n chips and oh look a seagull. oh look haha five seagulls. oh haha look twelve seagul- my cHIPS

love seagulls

weta - again not a bird but your probably gonna get freaked out by one if you don’t know what they are. basically they’re giant flightless crickets. big antenna, they look scary but they’re mostly harmless (just googled it apparently they bite? oops. never been bit though) if u leave them alone they will leave you alone

that is all the birds (and non birds) i can think of for now. it’s funny the thing you said about not having albatrosses since i’ve always been jealous of europe since you guys have a bunch of cool corvids like crows and ravens whereas i think our only corvid is magpies? and you have squirrels :( but i guess i never though of it from the other side lol

let me know if you have any questions also btw!! there are more birds than this so i may return again with more and perhaps non birds like the tuatara since those are pretty cool

omg omg omg thank you so much! so sorry for my late reply life has been messy messy

i can’t believe im receiving such an amazing list of animals to look out for!!

also i checked out the game it’s so cute omg i love it

wow i didn’t even think of the fact that you don’t have crows! they’re such a stable here i feel like something would be missing without them haha (also yeah love watching squirrels climb they’re super cute)

also thanks for the warning of the crickets haha i love insects but i’m used to very small ones :)

also also thank you sm for the tip with the penguins <3

i’m also very excited that i might maybe see some seals/sea lions since i’ve also never encountered them.

omg i also read that apparently snakes are banned in nz?? that’s crazy to me (i have seen one (1) snake in my life so who am i to talk) - wait do you guys even have any reptiles? and what’s the amphibian situation?

I hope you’ve had a good start into the new year!! So jealous of the summer haha i’m gonna have three autumns consecutively

[reigenhusband]

Psychic Wedding Time!

Art by @/cowboyologist

After months of holding back, we finally tied the ole knot! Me and the conman are officially hitched today September 10, 2021!

This silly little blonde anime man means an awful lot to me and its really more than I can say. These months with him have been a great help.

When I went through some of the roughest things I've ever gone through, I had him to think about for comfort. He is a little part in what keeps me going and I wish I could thank him for everything. He sparks a lot of joy so I think I'm gonna keep him!

I've never been happier and I'm so lucky to call him husband! He's had such a positive impact and I love him so, so much.

Special thank you to my friends and of course our son Mob who carried the rings!

Under the cut is a little fic about getting ready for the wedding. Thanks everyone for your support!

Reigen squinted at his reflection, dark eyes hauntingly focused on a strand of hair that didn't take to the product he put in it. A grunt of dismay rumbled low in his throat.

"Um…Reigen?" 

"Just a second, Serizawa. Almost got it."

The taller man's voice wavered but he managed to hold fast and keep his confidence. Reigen could almost hear his hands wringing. 

"Er...Well. Its just...you've been staring at yourself for a little over 20 minutes now and you haven't moved and…"

Reigen sucked his teeth and pressed his palm firmly to the side of his head. Damned strand of hair! Slick like the rest of it! Don't you know know day it is?!

"What I mean is..! Are you alright?" Serizawa finally asked, his voice heavy with concern. "Since it's your wedding and all I figured you'd be nervous but you seem really on edge. Is something bothering you?" 

The blonde twitched.

 "W...what are you talking about? Of course not! I'm calm and-" He stopped abruptly and slammed his hands flat on either side of the mirror, his eyes wide and bloodshot upon inspection of his suit. A fleck of black thread pervaded his white vest and he looked around frantically for the lint roller. "You thought you could hide but you can't best Reigen Arataka." He muttered as he furiously went over his all but pristine wedding attire. 

His best man scratched his own cheek nervously and looked on with clear uncertainty. "If you're sure." 

Once he was satisfied after a thorough inspection and having Serizawa scrutinize the back, he dropped into a chair. Nearby was a table decorated in what was probably a thousand congratulatory flowers from clients. He exhaled and stared a hole into the arrangement of colors. His heart was pounding. His brow, coupled with his hands, were visibly slick with chilled sweat. His stomach was full of stones. 

He met his own gaze in the mirror again. He looked well kept and yet...disheveled at the same time. Come to think of it, his face was flushed the shade of his usual pink tie. The last 3 days without sleep also hollowed out dark circles under his eyes. His shirt collar began to feel more and more constricting as time went on no matter how much he tugged on it. 

Maybe he really was scared. 

He didn't doubt that he loved Mitty. In fact, he wanted to be with him more than anyone. A case of cold feet wouldn't change that. It was himself he was wrestling with here. 

Spirits, monsters, and deadly espers. He'd faced them all and came out on top. But they were nothing compared to these looming expectations to be a person to rely on. This wasn't something he could bullshit his way through. This was marriage. Mitty was going to see the warted underbelly of when he was Reigen the man instead of Reigen the psychic. His fiancé was going to experience sides of him he only revealed when he was alone. Would he still like him even then?

Reigen was good at a lot of things but this had to be the one that counted most. Could he really be a good partner forever? 

Was he really going to cut it as a husband? 

"Hey, Serizawa?" Reigen asked, not looking at him. 

The man's shoulders lurched at his name suddenly being called. He straightened his back. "Oh! Yes sir?"

"Do you think we'll be good together?" 

Silence sat heavily for a moment. Every second felt longer than the last. 

His friend seemed taken aback by the question but nonetheless looked at the ceiling as though collecting the right words to answer. "Well…"

Another moment passed and Reigen waited with his hands clasped and breath baited. 

"I've never been with anyone so I can't say for certain what a good relationship is but," A compassionate smile spread across the esper's face before he continued, visibly more sure of his words. "I think you and Mr. Mitty understand each other. You always seem to know what the other is thinking. You motivate each other to be better and you seem happy when you're together. And...and you trust each other too. And I think that's whats important." 

Reigen looked at the velveted floor. "Then…"  

"You've become more honest by being with him and he talks like you're really important to him. So please...get married if it makes you both happy! I think you can really be something!" His friend was beaming with 

what Reigen could only say was genuine assurance. 

"I really believe you'll take care of each other." 

His co-worker actually really was resourceful. Maybe someday he ought to pay him more. The uncomfortable feelings waned slightly and his shoulders slowly slacked. Mitty was waiting for him so now wasn't the time to lose it. 

After a few seconds of letting his feelings iron themselves out, he stood and smoothed his hands over his suit jacket. "Well alright then. If thats what you think then I guess there's no backing out of this one." 

Serizawa pressed his hands together in delight. "YES! I've got your back, Reigen!" 

The door into the hallway opened and a set of black eyes peered into the room. "Master, It's starting. Are you coming?" 

The jarring announcement had him scrambling to fix the piece of hair he'd been fussing with. 

"OF COURSE." He jabbed his thumb into his own chest to feign total confidence. "Right behind you, Mob!" 

He held his breath. Alright, let's do this. 

Mitty POV

Teal eyes darted around the room carefully. 

"Hey...Dimple? You there?"

The whizzing of the spirit materializing buzzed next to his ear. 

"Yeah whaddya want? You're on soon, aren't you?" 

Mitty jabbed his right hook into the air where the voice was coming from. "AGH WHAT THE HELL?"

A swift flash of green dodged his reach. 

"HEY, why are you hitting me?! You asked for ME, remember?" The ghost clucked his tongue in disapproval and floated a few inches away for safety. 

"WELL MATERIALIZE WHERE I CAN SEE YOU, YOU BIG BOOGER! I'm on edge!" 

"On edge? What for? You're the one who wanted this, right?"

"W..well….yeah, sorry." He looked at his clenched fist and opened it. "...sorry." He said again more thoughtfully this time. 

Dimple raised a spectral eyebrow. "Whats wrong? Having second thoughts? I mean it's Reigen so who can blame ya."

Mitty scowled while straightening his tie in the mirror. "Hey! REIGEN'S…." His voice softened closer to a whisper. "A pretty good guy. Get off my case. Aren't you supposed to be my support? You're being kinda harsh!" 

"Well kid, something is obviously on your mind so let's hear it. Wedding starts soon right? Yeesh. Once you do all this he's your problem forever." 

"I'm not worried about him!! I'm more worried about...me."

"About you? What're you talkin' about?! You're too good for him!"

"Thanks for the flattery. You still can't have my body though."

"Well I didn't want it anyways, ya bastard. You're weak compared to Shigeo. I'm just being honest here!" 

Silence.

"So? Out with it, What did you want anyways? You're talking nonsense here!" 

Mitty wrinkled his nose in discomfort.  "I just needed to ask something. But you can't run your mouth off like you always do, you old gossip. You're like a knitting circle."

"TCH. like I'd blabber your business to someone. It's all so boring."

"Yeah, yeah just listen, alright?!"

Another few seconds passed. "So? Say it. We don't have all day, you know."

He was looking at his hands again like he was somewhere far off. "Well. D...D'you think I'll be good at this?" 

"Good at what, exactly?" 

"Being married." 

Dimple's form rippled with thought. "You're seriously worried about that?"

Mitty was going to make a sharp remark but his head dropped and his face buried into his knuckles. "Yeah."

Dimple deflated slightly in exasperated defeat. Humans could be so ignorant. 

"Listen. That fraud never shuts up about you. You think you're not good enough? You should hear him talk. It's annoying how you both don't realize things."

"Realize things?"

He sighed and shrugged his tiny arms. "I hear everything whether you like it or not. You two idiots never stop talking and moaning about the other is too good for the other. It's getting old, really." 

"HUH? He says that? No way! But he's always beaten me at everything! I always thought he was way out of my league." 

 "Kinda the opposite actually but...sure. What I'm saying is…! You're both seeing the best parts of each other. Keep doing that and it'll be smooth sailing."

"Yeah but...what if he stops seeing the best in me?'

"You planning on making things hard?" 

"Not really. I just know I can be difficult to deal with." 

"So is he. You really think you got this far because Reigen's all roses and sunshine? 'Course not. You've seen all the stuff he does and you still like him, right?" 

He certainly was flawed, that was for sure. Mitty spent most of Reigen's antics with his eyes rolled up in his head but that didn't mean he wasn't enjoying the moment either. 

"Right."

"Then it's the same for him. Sure it won't always be fun but that phoney won't give up on you just because you're annoying. He's way too persistent. It kind of ticks me off." 

I'm annoying???  That stung but he shook it off.

Reigen was going to have to deal with him for the rest of his life once they said the right words. But if Dimple was right...would it be so bad to annoy each other for the rest of their lives if the other was willing to put up with it? 

Reigen seemed okay with it so far. Mitty would just have to listen to him make a fuss about his coffee table clutter until he died. But really, he wouldn't have that any other way. His voice was kind of cute when he hit that inhuman octave he had when he was in disbelief. 

The door from the hall swung open and a blond clad in what was perhaps the most blinding and loud suit he had ever seen poked his head in. 

"Oh, You're still in here? It's bad luck to be late on your wedding day! Master Reigen is waiting. " He cocked his head to the side. "Or did you need some help with your suit? Its looking a little plain." 

Hanazawa. This kid would try to accessorize his suit in the worst way possible. He put up his hands to wave him off. 

"N-nah, kiddo that's alright. I'll be right there."

Hanazawa, after a few more attempts to get Mitty to let him help retreated back into the hallway. When it was quiet again he eyed Dimple. He was abrasive and unpleasant. He always had a motive for everything and rarely had something nice to say. 

But he came through when it mattered. 

"Hey Dimple?" 

"Yeah? What is it?" 

"Thanks." 

Dimple wouldn't meet his eyes and levitated towards the hall. He didn't want to acknowledge he was helping, he supposed. It was in character for that tsundere blob.

"You ought to get out of here now if you wanna make it on time." 

He stood and dusted himself off. 

"Welp. Here goes everything."

[kitsunekissesxo]

“I’ll Pitch in and Help My Cute Apprentice”

Obey Me Solomon Smut, 3.7k words

Warnings: 18+ under the cut, afab she/herMC, pure smut, a little bit of plot actually, dom!Solomon, fingering, spitting, degradation, blowjob, penetration, a whole lot of nsfw, but a fluffy ending, Solomons a cocky bastard

Summary: You’re Solomon’s apprentice, attempting to master the arts of wizardry. Solomon challenges you to perform a spell he recently showed you, yet you have some troubles performing it successfully. Solomon shows you just how to perform it, getting a little too close-which results in frustration. Lucky for you, he decides to lend a helping hand. 

“Ugh...are you kidding me right now?” You groaned out, putting your head in your hands. It was the umpteenth time you had performed this levitation spell, yet the book sitting on the desk in front of you was not levitating no matter how much concentration you put in. You opened your mouth to recite the spell yet again but was startled by the door to your room opening.

Whipping your head around, your eyes met Solomon’s gray-yellow gaze, sparkling with amusement as he took in your frustrated state. He strode over to where you were sitting, glancing at the book before letting out a chuckle. 

“I see the book hasn't moved since I left. Having some troubles?” He smugly asked, folding his arms and leaning against the wall beside you. 

“I can see the cocky grin forming Sol, and I gotta say, it is not helping,” you mumbled, imploring your cheeks to not flush in embarrassment.  You weren’t sure what you were doing wrong. You already knew you harbored great magic skills, and you were fairly sure you memorized the incantation correctly. So why wasn’t the damn book moving? You wanted to prove to Solomon that you could do this-that you weren’t some helpless apprentice that he had to watch out for. And there he was, standing beside you, staring at your failure of levitation.

“Here,” he started, grabbing a seat and scooting next to you,  “let me help. Show me exactly what you’ve been doing and we’ll tweak it so you’re succeeding, okay?” He offered, a small smile resting on his lips. 

You nodded in response, watching as he folded his arms once more, sitting back to watch you carefully. Taking a deep breath, you recited the spell with as much concentration and force as you could muster. The book sat there like it was mocking you, and you wanted nothing more than to curse out that stupid book. 

“I see.” He commented, his hand resting against his chin thoughtfully. “The speaking portion of the spell was done wonderfully, MC. However, with levitation spells, you have to use your hand to indicate the way you’d like your object to move, along with picturing it in your mind. Shall I demonstrate for you?” He proposed, looking at you for confirmation. 

“Please do,” you responded, feeling silly for not knowing such an important part of the spell.

You watched as he stood up, smoothing his shirt down. He had on a dark gray button up, the top button undone, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, with tight black jeans adorned with a black leather belt. His cream jacket was hanging on the back of his chair. As you watched him, you couldn’t help but admire how attractive he was. A sharp jawline, prominent nose, intense eyes, silvery white hair....it was almost unfair that such an attractive man was your mentor. 

His left hand lifted elegantly, his slender and nimble fingers motioning upwards, the book following his commands. He turned to look at you, smiling, saying, “Just like that.”

You swallowed roughly. Was he being suggestive on purpose? You shook yourself of the thought, not allowing your mind to go there right now...that would be for later tonight. “Th-thanks for showing me, Sol. I think I got it now” you responded, expecting him to have you try it again.

“Actually, I think I should instruct you on how to move your hands. It’ll help you. Come here.” He proclaimed, motioning for you to stand next to him. 

“O-okay,” you stammered, lurching forward out of nervousness, unknowing of what he was up to. 

You swore you felt your heart stop as he stepped behind you and took ahold of your waist, positioning you how he wanted. The feeling of his long, slender fingers on your waist made your mind wander yet again, wondering how amazing they would feel digging into your hips as he- no, no, stop that. We’re practicing spells, that’s all, you thought to yourself, taking a deep breath.

Suddenly Solomons chest was pressed flush against your upper back, his nose and mouth dangerously close to your ear. You let out a gasp at the movement, not expecting him to come so close to you. 

“S-Sol, you’re kinda close...” you trailed off as he hummed nonchalantly.

“I’m helping you, apprentice. You need your hand technique down if you want to succeed in levitation spells.” He murmured. “This is your dominant hand, correct?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, feeling the hair on the back of your neck stand as his warm breath fawned against your ear. 

His hand snaked up your arm, warm fingers taking ahold of your hand, positioning them perfectly. Your brain hardly registered that his other hand was still resting on your waist, his close proximity fogging your mind. His hands were calloused from years and years of experience as a sorcerer. 

“You're so obedient, my dear,” he murmured against the side of your neck, his lips ghosting against the sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you instinctively pressed yourself against him even more. “Turn around,” he mumbled, letting go of your hand and giving you space for you to spin around. As you looked up at him, your hands came up to rest on his chest. His one hand kept a strong hold on your hip, his other coming up to cup your cheek.

“I-is this really okay?” You asked him quietly, unsure if he really wanted to be doing this with you right now.

“Why?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Are you not enjoying yourself?”

You could feel the tension in the few inches between your faces, and you couldn’t deny the heat pooling in your stomach. You shook your head, closing your eyes for a few moments. Opening your eyes after taking a moment to collect your thoughts, you admitted, “I’ve been wanting this for awhile...”

The way his eyes glinted made you suddenly feel a little uneasy- his expression almost darkened, his captivating eyes somewhat narrowing. “Is that so, MC? For how long?” He inquired, his face slowly leaning closer to yours. You breathed in, notes of lavender and coriander flooding your senses. Even his scent was alluring. 

“Ever since you began teaching me,” you admitted once more, feeling your cheeks heat up, your gaze finally shifting away from him.

“Poor thing.” He paused to lick his lips, leaning in close enough to your ear to feel his warm breath fanning on the outer shell. “That pathetic excuse of a dildo just doesn’t do the trick like my cock would, does it?” He murmured in a mocking tone.

You took a sharp inhale of breath through your nose, turning your head and gaze away from him. How did he know you’d been desperately searching for something to fuck yourself with imagining it was him? Did he catch you? Did he hear you? Did he find your toys? So many thoughts raced through your flustered mind.

Suddenly, his slender fingers grabbed your chin, sharply turning your head to face him. A stern look adorned his handsome features, his gray-yellow gaze burning into yours. “I asked you a question, my dear. I would suggest that you answer me.” He demanded, feigning an offended and annoyed attitude. You subconsciously squeezed your thighs together, feeling your cheeks redden even further as you whispered, “Nothing could possibly compare to you....”

He leaned in so close that his lips barely ghosted against yours, murmuring “That’s what I thought,” before capturing your lips in a kiss.

Kissing Solomon was nothing like you imagined- in your fantasies you both were always so desperate, pawing at each other, messily kissing. But this....this was far better than anything you could’ve thought up. He was kissing you roughly but slowly, his hand coming up to the back of your head and pushing you further into him. You would be lying to yourself if you said you couldn't have stayed there and kissed him for hours.

You stifled a moan as his tongue swiped your bottom lip, acting like he was asking you for entrance. However, he quickly and forcefully shoved his tongue through your lips. You couldn't even suppress the moan that escaped you at his roughness and you began massaging his tongue with your own. Your hands came up to the nape of his neck, gently pulling on his silvery hair. 

You pulled away to gasp for air, a trail of saliva connecting your lips together. Solomon was breathing heavily as well, his eyes hazy as he continued to watch your every move. 

“Should I take you here on the desk? Or would you prefer I pin you down on your bed?” He asked huskily, gripping your hips tightly, forehead resting against yours. 

Your mind was foggy with lust, wanting him here and now. Not being able to hold back, you pleaded, “Here, fuck me here, please.” 

With a grin, he picked you up, your legs coming up around his waist, and sat you down on the desk, his crotch pressing against your lower region. You could feel his hard on through both of your pants and let out a slight moan as you pressed into him further, fingers gripping the hair on the back of his head. His face was flushed, hair tousled, and lips somewhat bruised- he looked delectable.

“You have no idea how much you’ve teased me,” Solomon said lowly, clenching his jaw as he went about removing your shirt, enunciating each word with each button he undid. “How many times I’ve endured you leaning over to see what I'm doing, practically shoving your chest in my face,” He spat, making his point by reaching around to unclasp your bra, watching as the fabric slipped off of your breasts. You could feel how red your face was, and instinctively went to cover up your chest with your arms. However, Solomon swiftly grabbed ahold of both of your wrists, holding them away from your chest. “Don’t hide from me. You’ve teased me enough for a lifetime,” he breathed out, staring at you intensely. You nodded, giving into him, and he let go of your wrists. “Stand up for a second, doll,” he murmured, and began to remove your pants, placing a kiss below your navel, leaving you in just a pair of soaked panties. 

He sucked air in through his nose as he palmed at your chest, thumb and middle finger rubbing and tweaking your pert nipples. You moaned softly at his ministrations, encouraging him to keep going while threading your fingers through his hair above his nape. He ducked his head down to take a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking as his other hand trailed down your stomach to right above your panties, fingering at the fabric teasingly, pulling it back and snapping it against your hip. You let out a louder moan at that, and his mouth popped off your swollen nipple, giving you a look you couldn’t quite read. 

“Please touch me,” you whimpered out desperately as he flattened his palm, cupping your sex through your panties. He let out a breath through his nose. 

“Look at you. Begging without me telling you to,” he whispered into your neck, biting down as his hand continued rubbing against your sex and the other still playing with your nipple. You moaned out for him, gripping onto his shoulders as his fingers slipped the fabric of your panties aside and began to thumb at your clit in slow circles, continuing to leave marks on your neck.

You opened your legs wider to provide him better access to your dripping cunt, gasping as he trailed his forefinger through your glistening folds. “You are such a whore for me, you know that? Spreading your legs for your mentor, letting him touch you as he pleases. And you fucking love it,” he spat, slipping a finger into your hole. “Show me how desperate you are. Tell me how badly you want me,” he persisted, pumping his finger in and out of you at a quickening pace, his other hand now grabbing your inner thigh.

“Please, Solomon, I need you so badly, I-I think of you every time I touch myself-oh,” you cut off with a moan as he thrusted a second finger into your needy cunt, your grip on his shoulders tightening, attempting to stifle your louder moans as his fingers pumped in and out of you roughly and quickly. 

“I don’t remember telling you I was satisfied. Keep talking,” He coaxed, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he finger-fucked you.

You took in his state as you begged for him- his upper chest -exposed from a few undone buttons- , neck, and face were flushed and he was beginning to get sweaty. His breathing was already somewhat irregular. “Please, please, please fuck me, Sol. I will do anything, I need you so badly, I can’t take it,” you pleaded with him desperately.

“Good girl,” he praised, and you felt your heart soar. He slowed his fingers down before removing them completely and brought them up to your lips. “Clean my fingers.” He demanded, tracing your bottom lip with his soaked index finger. You whined at the loss of his warm fingers in your cunt.

You parted your lips, sucking his fingers into your mouth. You winced at the taste of yourself, but was committed to pleasing him. You ran your tongue up and down and between the two fingers, ensuring his fingers would be coated with your saliva. Suddenly he shoved his fingers further into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and then removing his fingers from your mouth altogether. He had an amused look on his face as you gagged from his ministrations. “Such a filthy whore.” He murmured, wiping his fingers off on his pants. 

You awaited his next move, feeling your cunt throb as he undid his belt and pushed his pants down enough to pull his cock out of his boxers. 

“Open your mouth,” He commanded, and you obediently opened your mouth, looking up into his eyes. He leaned in close enough to where his lips brushed against yours. He then proceeded to spit in your mouth, his hand grabbing your  cheeks. “Don’t you dare swallow,” he ordered, and you closed your mouth, savoring his saliva.

“Suck me off, kitty,” he demanded, and you slipped off the desk to sink down onto your knees. Pressing a kiss to his tip, you took him into your mouth, coating his cock with his and your saliva. Your tongue massaged the underside of his cock as you bobbed your head up and down, Solomons fingers threading into your hair. He suddenly yanked your head back by your hair, your mouth popping off of his cock, hands coming up to grab his thighs to steady yourself. He had your head pulled back, your neck and chest exposed to him as he spit on you once more, his saliva landing on your collarbone, beginning to trail down to your breast. He groaned at the sight before shoving you back down onto his cock.

He began to snap his hips forward, using your mouth as nothing but a toy for his own pleasure. He kept hitting the back of your throat, reveling in your gags and gasps for air. 

“You’re taking my cock like you were meant for this, you slut,” he spat out through gritted teeth, continuing to thrust into your mouth. “You’re my little cock whore, huh? Aren't you?” Your lungs burned, your throat and mouth was sore, and your jaw was beginning to hurt. Tears were forming in your eyes as he abused your mouth, but you couldn’t help but love it. He groaned out, sighing as he yanked you off his cock once more.

“Get up and turn around before I decide to finish on your face,” he demanded, lazily stroking himself. You scrambled to your feet, and turned around, your back facing him. He pushed you up against the desk and pressed down on your upper back, bending you over. You let out a shaky moan as he rubbed his cock between your folds, teasing your entrance.

“Solomon, please,” you breathed out, on the verge of tears.

“I know, my cock whore needs filled, don’t you?” He groaned out as he began to push himself into your core, his hands grabbing your hips roughly.

You let out a moan as he began to stretch your walls, not used to his size. He pushed himself all the way into you, bottoming out with a grunt. Choking out a moan, you pushed your hips back against him, needing him to move.

“So needy, so impatient,” he tutted, and briefly pulled back to slam back into your cunt, his fingers digging into your hips, bringing you back to meet his thrusts as he began to settle on a somewhat quick and rough pace. 

You let out wanton moans every time his hips snapped forward to pound into your dripping cunt. His one hand snaked up to press on your lower back, the other keeping its death grip on your hip. 

“You're gripping onto my cock so tightly, fuck,” he groaned out, speeding up his pace. “You fucking love it, don’t you? Huh? You love my cock fucking you into this desk?” He breathed out, his hand that was on your lower back snaking underneath you to rub fervent circles on your clit. 

With him leaning down to rub your clit, the position changed, and his cock was hitting deeper than beforehand, slamming into that sweet spot. The moan you let out was obscene, the pleasure he was giving you being too much to contain. 

“Shit,” he moaned out, keeping up the pace but slamming into you even harder. You so badly wanted to see his face, how beautiful he would look with his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat, his skin completely flushed, his eyebrows screwed upward, eyes tightly shut. 

The hand on your hip came up to your neck, and before you knew it he was shoving two fingers into your mouth while relentlessly pounding into your cunt. 

With him hitting your sweet spot and still fervently rubbing circles into your clit, you felt a knot begin to form in your stomach, and it was tightening fast. 

“S-sol, I’m gonna cum, please can I?” You moaned out around his fingers, and felt his thrusts becoming irregular, not able to keep the pace.

“Cum for me,” he groaned out, and you moaned out his name as you came, his fingers rubbing you all throughout your high. Your cunt clenched around him as you came, causing him to spill inside of you closely after, both hands gripping onto your bruised hips. The moan he let out while filling you was the hottest thing you had ever heard. He gave a few more thrusts before sighing, and slowly pulling his cock out of you. You whimpered at the loss of the full feeling, still trying to get your breathing under control. You felt his cum dripping out of your cunt as you heard him fiddling with his belt buckle. This was where he was going to leave you, right?

“MC, I’ll be right back,” you heard Solomon mutter, swiftly walking out of the room. You felt a pang in your chest as you wondered if maybe he wouldn’t come back, as ridiculous as that sounded. As you began to stand up, he re-entered the room.

“Whoa, whoa, don’t move yet. I need to clean you, love,” He stated, and you felt a warm washcloth gently cleaning around your lower region and thighs. Your heart swelled- he was helping you clean up. You couldn’t help but swoon at how caring and gentle he was being.

“Here, can you sit up for me?” He gently asked, helping you turn over. 

“Y’know Sol, that was the best sex of my life, but you still didn't paralyze me.” you quipped, sitting up as he began to dab the warm washcloth on your collarbone and down your chest. 

“...Yet.” He teased, raising his eyebrows and shooting you a serious look before letting out a light laugh. His smile was so lovely- you wished you could stay in this moment forever. “Also, you flatter me too much,” he added, a hint of red flushing his cheeks as he focused on cleaning you up. 

“Aaaannnddd...there we go. I think I’ve cleaned up my mess.” He announced, setting the washcloth down beside you and pressing a kiss to your forehead. He was being uncharacteristically sweet, but you weren’t complaining.

He picked up whatever clothes you had on the floor and handed them to you, helping you pull your shirt over your head after you clasped on your bra, watching as you pulled your pants on. As soon as you were situated, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. 

As shocked as you were, you embraced him back, gently rubbing his back. His arm pressed on your lower back to push into him, his other hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. 

“I think we should continue this,” he murmured into the top of your head.

“Continue what? Having sex?” You questioned, your face buried in his chest.

“Well, yes, if you want. But I mean....this.This spark between us is worth exploring, don't you think?” He responded, and if you listened hard enough, you could hear the smallest bit of nervousness in his voice.

“Sol....” You trailed off, pulling back from him slightly to look up at his soft gaze. “I would love that.” 

“I’m glad.” He beamed, squeezing you for a moment and then pulling away.

“Now....about that levitation spell,” he began, raising an eyebrow and bringing his hand up to his chin thoughtfully, “in the midst of our fun, we knocked the book off of the desk. Show me what you’ve learned- put the book back on the desk using a levitation spell.” He said, looking at you expectantly.

With a huff of disbelief, you looked at the book, and began to recite the incantation, seeing it gracefully float up onto the desk in your mind, your hand coming up to direct the book. And, right in front of both of your eyes, the book successfully levitated and was placed gently on the desk. You looked at Solomon, expecting him to congratulate you. 

“I always knew my cock worked wonders,” he grinned, arrogance suffocating the air around him. 

You couldn't believe you chose this cocky old man. 

- FIN

authors’ note: this is heavily inspired by Solomons new human world outfit. I saw the quote he had in the announcement for the new lessons and before I knew it the spirit of horny had possessed me and this was being written. 

Total time: 4hrs 33mins

Wordcount: 3782

[tinalbion]

Since Freddy and Jason hates eachother so much I think it'll be interesting to be Freddy's s/o and SOMEHOW befriending Jason! They don't know about it at first but one day one of them shows up while you're hanging with the other! What would happen?? Can you write something like that? I mean obviously you can, but do you want to? *looks hopefully*

Oh my, what sort of drama would ensue?! Poor Freddy, poor Jason, just can’t get out of each other’s lives, can they? Thank you for sending this in! I hope you enjoy it!

But seriously, kinda feeling bad that the one person Jason becomes friends with has the ultimate baggage to deal with😅

Freddy x GN!Reader - Befriending Jason

Rating: Freddy picking on Jason, the usual.

Length: 1.2k

Dating a literal dream demon had its advantages for you, but you honestly just loved his company, the only thing was your sleep schedule was so out of whack because of it. You craved to see him when you were asleep, but during those hours that were supposed to be peaceful, you awoke feeling less than well-rested and it had caught up with you in the long run.

Asking Fred to calm down with the long visits was harsher than it should have been in your eyes, but he didn’t seem to mind it too much, especially since he allowed you to take a break for a bit while he had other errands to run (you know, murder and such), and he came back to you to see you back at 100%. You looked happy and the bags under your eyes weren’t so prominent. He took full credit for that, obviously, and so while catching up, you casually mention that you’ve been having fun hanging out with your friends. Normally Freddy asks about your friends, mainly curious about who you hang around, and then you mention you went camping and found someone who was really sweet and rather quiet.

He doesn’t question too far about it because why would he? He’s got nothing to worry about. Until he decided to visit you while you were back in the cabin up north again one weekend. He popped in and strolled around the place as if he owned it, and then Freddy stopped dead in his tracks to see you asleep on the sofa while your ‘new friend’ was none other than Jason Voorhees, sitting on a chair that was facing the window, a blanket draped around his shoulders.

Freddy immediately becomes more irritable and his voice is deeper as he speaks to you, the anger plain in his expressions. “Are you fucking kidding me? Your new friend is THAT idiot goalie fuck?!” Freddy and he go way back, not on good terms either, so it’s understandable as to why you were greeted with hostility.

“I can’t just stop being his friend, Fred.”

“Wrong, you can, simple as that, princess. Now do it before I do it for you.” He wasn’t a man to forgive someone like Jason so easily, and of course, you were caught in the middle of their petty feud. You weren’t usually compliant with a request like this and Freddy had never done anything previously when you ‘disobeyed’ him, so what could he really do now? Either way, you had already settled it in your head that you weren’t just going to drop Jason but before you could voice that, you were jolted awake.

Jason had shaken you, his head tilted to the side as if to question your well-being. You assured Jason that you were fine, you were just having a bad dream, and that’s when Jason began to put two and two together. You didn’t want to bring up Freddy only because you knew it would upset him, but it was silly to keep him a secret. One way or another one of them would see the other and you dreaded that day. But in time, you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had.

Freddy questioned your intent to hide your guys’ relationship and you bluntly told him you enjoyed Jason’s company when you were camping, so there was no way you were going to be as cruel as he was to him. You needed to approach this delicately and with calm and gentle tones, the complete opposite of what to expect with your headstrong boyfriend.

The day came a lot quicker than you anticipated only because Freddy, being the bastard that he was, decided to make you open up to dear old hockey-puck a lot sooner and he put you on the spot. Jason was distraught, thinking that he was free from seeing the slasher ever again. Why did he have to befriend the ONE person on this planet that was connected to the one guy he wanted to just avoid for as long as he could. Yet now he was faced with a harsh truth.

“Jason, I’d understand if you don’t wanna be friends anymore, I just don’t wanna bring you in the middle of this…” You were kind enough to give him this option, to give him a choice when Freddy really didn’t give him that at all. He couldn’t tell you how he was feeling, but he knew how you were feeling, he was able to read your body language so well from years of experience, but all you could do was sit there with your fists clenched, pissed off at your boyfriend.

The masked slasher placed his hand on your leg to grab your attention then snatched it away, but the look in his eye when you looked up at him spoke more than you thought it ever could. You took a breath and recounted everything in your head, then finally told Jason everything and how childish Freddy had been. Jason didn't act out nor did he grow angry, he just sat there and listened.

"Thanks for listening, Jason, but I'll have to take some time to think about all this…" And he gave you all the time you wanted. You didn't return to the camp for a couple of weeks. Jason had waited for you and lingered around the camp a few days after you initially left, wondering if you'd ever come back. He consulted with the decapitated head of his mother, Pamela, and there was nothing to be said. He had been alone again. Maybe he would put up with that chucklehead if it meant you would be the peacekeeper between them, he just didn't want to be alone anymore.

When you returned to the camp, he had been sitting outside of the cabin just looking off at the wildlife until he noticed you walking up the path. He stood swiftly and waited as you neared the cabin, wanting to greet you, and you definitely looked much happier than you had when you left. When you were close enough, he walked halfway to meet you as you ran into him, hugging him tightly.

"Hey big guy, I've missed you!" You hugged him and you both went inside, talking about your time away and how you missed being surrounded by the forest. But he waited for the inevitable conversation where this would be your last visit. But it never came, something more unexpected had been brought up.

"So uh, I was talking to Fred and… well, he's going to be the bigger guy and won’t interfere with us hanging out! Isn’t that exciting?” You were incredibly happy when Freddy had reluctantly said he wouldn’t pester you (too much) about it, though you would soon learn that he was so full of shit.

He popped in and out of your dreams just to annoy you when you were up at the cabin, he would tease you about everything, he became more relentless. So when you suggested he and Jason should just hang out and maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, Fred laughed hysterically and immediately shut that idea down. You could say you tried. Though your life was complicated with Freddy yelling in your ear, you couldn’t help but still feel lucky enough to have them in your life. Even if one of them was a huge pain in your ass.

[just-miru]

before i go to bed,

i request content of one of my favorite ships.

anyways- do you have any silly headcannons for you and dave??

i am so normal about this question right now...

so so normal...

hehe, what i am about to tell you is pretty much canon, actually :0 but i would love to hear your headcanons for us :D

uhm, ok, so-

i don't even know where to begin, so it's gonna take a while to answer-

it's gonna be all over the place too-

:0! one of our joke songs is (nsfw as fuck-)

because it's funny- i mean... at least in our silly heads it's funny and thanks to this

most of the time we both share a single brain cell

silly man really loves animals, especially rabbits and horses! even so, we have a silly cat together despite Dave being alergic to them- he just really loves the furball and- *sobs* they are very cute and my silly heart can't take it-

when he thinks no one is around watching or listening, silly texan man sings Firework by Katy Perry at the top of their lungs (based on this) :D

texan man loves hugging me from behind and resting his head on my back whenever they have the chance and i just- aaaahhh!! :DD

Jeremy teased the hell out of us both before we got together-

i just teased him back about you, hehe :D

but every time your silly teased my silly, Dave would just pick up fights in which they both just throw stupid insults at each other until one of them breaks down sobbing (it was Dave who cried and that because Jeremy insulted his very beautiful and very natural blonde hair-)

here's a visual representation of it

we both have the same love language which is physical touch :D besides this, another one of my silly ways to show my love and appreciation is through quality time spent together, and another one of Dave's is gift giving!

silly bastard man actually makes the gifts himself! be them drawings or silly crafts he makes out of wood and other things they can find around.

he likes to show off and try to impress me so much, you have no idea- but he manages to fuck it every time.

Dave is basically the living embodiment of

"this one is for you!"

*misses*

like- he tries so hard to be smooth that he ends up making a fool of himself but in the most adorable way possible and- i just love him so much :D

oh! i think i have an average amount of clothes, but i always switch up between my two comfort outfits :0

having said this, when we are bored, Dave likes trying the clothes i barely wear and he makes it like a fashion show, kinda

some clothes are kinda big on him, but others fit him just perfectly and-

and he's just so-

*dreamy sigh* he's so pretty <3

i have a dress and some skirts i wore once (if at all), and Dave rocks the absolute hell outta them!

speaking of clothes and fashion, he tried to teach me to walk on platforms and heels a few times.

it was a disaster-

i think i said something about it a few times, but both my babygirls, Dave and William, act like the silly below so often-

it's funny 'cause i can just be sitting at a table, staring at a wall while my head is completely empty and the bastard would go wild awooga-

bastard man Dave like to be held <3 he's the little spoon most of the time, if not every single time we cuddle

my body is like his personal bed, actually and my chest is the pillow-

just like William, whenever i am cooking, Dave's job is to sit o on the kitchen counter and be pretty, but-

in William's case is because he is too lazy to actually help me cook but he still want to keep me company.

on the other hand, when talking about the texan bastard, it's because he would mange to set the kitchen on fire without even trying-

he set his cereals on fire more than the normal amount, i can't trust him-

his favourite mlp ponies are Apple Jack (what a surprise-) and Rarity and mine are Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie :D

bastard man snores so loud- he's lucky i love, otherwise i would make him sleep in the bathtub-

he joins me when i call William babygirl, which annoys the babygirl in question so much-

when working at the pizzeria, he randomly grabs me by the hand and starts swinging me to the beat of whatever song is playing and i- *screams in gay*

aaaahhh- i honestly don't know what else to say- i have so many ideas at the same time and i can't grasp any of them :'D

maybe if you have silly questions about us and stuff? :0 feel free to ask away :D

ayo, manged to finish (?) :D i had no idea how to start only to have no idea how to finish-

hope u enjoyed :D

[maibi]

Why’d you only call me when you’re high?

Suna x Reader

Warnings: (indirect) mention of drugs/smoking and stuff, cursing, alcohol usage, making out and stuff (not that nsfw), angstish.

Summary: based on the song “why’d you only call me when you’re high” by arctic monkeys with me own twists hhhhh

A/N: this is a repost cuz I liked the idea but I wasn’t happy with how I wrote it so I just rewrote it.

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You weren’t searching for love. You didn’t care about that. You cared about living your life to the fullest, breaking hearts on the way. Life was about fun, not falling in love and devoting your life to a person. That sounded like bullshit to you. You only felt like playing around, not caring about the consequences. That’s what made life so fun.

But there was a certain someone that made you against everything you believed. The person you just couldn’t stop thinking about and couldn’t let go no matter how hard you tried. You hated it so much. But you never admitted it to him, he didn’t have to know. You just went to his place, did your business and left. And the same was the other way around. It didn’t have to be more. But when you arrive back to your place he is all you can think of.

Stupid Suna Rintarou.

You were standing on the balcony of a complete stranger who was throwing an overcrowded party. Thinking of him was tiring. You gulped the last remaining drops of the burning liquid down your throat, lighting up a roll and bringing it to your lips. The smoke that left your lips felt relieving, but not satisfying enough.

You threw the roll in your cup and left it on the table for the house owner to clean and walked back inside. You made your way back inside and walked to the bathroom, squeezing through the crowd of people, ignoring all the horny people getting it on on the dance floor.

You were lucky the bathroom was empty. You locked the door behind you and looked in the mirror. Your red, baggy eyes told you that maybe it was time to return back to your place. You touched your eye bags, remembering how Suna would kiss them when you told him how much you hated them. It gave you no sparks back then, but now he was all that was roaming inside of your head.

You took out your phone and it said 3.00 a.m. Maybe that was your sign to actually leave. Your mind was fuzzy. You wet your face and gave yourself one last glance in the mirror. You tried to convince yourself again:

He is nothing special. He will only add pain to your life. Relationships aren’t for you. Love is just not meant for you. Why would you want to devote your life to someone when all you care about is yourself.

Him in your head felt like a fly zooming around your ear. Irritating. But besides that irritating feeling you hated it, you hated that he wasn’t by your side right now. The dilemma of not wanting to give up your freedom and giving your life someone.

Suna was actually the same as you. A person that only cared about freedom, fun and living life the way he wanted to, but he had accepted his feelings way before you. When he had told you about the way he felt for you, you shut him down. He didn’t care, he wanted to be used is what he said. And without any guilt you used him. That was your purpose to each other. But when you noticed how he tried his best to get to you, he tried his best to make you feel the same way he did. He did things that made him look like a different person, but kinda in a good way. But you didn’t need his kindness is what you told yourself. But in reality his kindness was all you needed.

After months of rejecting him he didn’t come over anymore and for the past month it was only him in your mind. You had slammed your head against every corner of your apartment to get him out of your head, but the only thing that did was remind you of the times he’d push you against those corners and kiss you like no one had ever done.

You walked to your apartment and your heart sunk when you thought you saw him leave the apartment building. stopped yourself and closed your eyes and when you opened them again you saw it was just someone that lived in your apartment building. And once again you caught yourself dreaming of bumping into him, because a part of you wanted that to be him.

You walked inside the building, to the second floor where you lived. A cheap, small apartment. You hated it that every part of your home felt like him, smelt like him and made you imagine all the times you were together with him.

The way he would caress your neck, kiss around your ears and slightly pull your hair. The way he would whisper all these silly things just so you would laugh. The way he always took care of you when you clearly told him not to. Because in the end he liked you, and you did nothing but used it to your advantage. 

You couldn’t hold yourself anymore, throwing your bag to the ground next to your couch. You took out your phone and dialed his number, you needed him, you needed him right now. All the liquids and smoking getting to your head. You never felt so desperate. You called him, but no answer. You called again, and again, and again, leaving text messages behind in between the calls, but never getting a response. Your heart was pounding in your chest and breathing felt like the most painful thing right now. 

You fell to the ground, clutching your heart. It hurt, it really did.

Your phone vibrated and you had never picked your phone up this fast, only to be hurt at what you read. Your heart sunk once again and a hiccup left your lips while you tried to hold yourself from crying.

“Why do you only call me when you’re high?”

But he was right. You only called him when you were high, because that’s the only time you could suppress your feelings becaus you were occupied with feeling every other thing that was happening at that moment. Until now.

You needed him, badly. You called again, but yet again no answer. You threw your phone, not caring if it broke. Why was it so hard to get him to listen to you? But actually you knew the answer.

You took adventage of his love.

You weren’t thinking straight. Making the right decisions wasn’t really on the list right now. Only the bad ideas swarming in your head. You reached for your phone and texted him again, but the reply was the same.

“Why do you only call me when you’re high?”

You realised he wasn’t here and suddenly you didn’t even know where you were. It felt like you were running out of time if he didn’t answer you. As if he would fall from your grip and you would never see him again. As if he would dissapear if you didn’t try to reach out to him. You realised you didn’t want that. You didn’t find everything you were hoping to find while being with him and it stressed you.

Your phone vibrated again and after reading the text you broke down.

“I gotta be up early in the morning so I’m gonna have an early night. You bore me because you only call me when you’re high.”

Tears fell from your eyes, your heart hammering in your chest and you were unable to let out a sound. Only muffled sounds and a weird hitching noise whenever you tried to take a breath.

“You fucking bastard, I needed you.”

Suddenly you felt two arms around your shoulders and the familiar scent calmed you down. Both of you didn’t move or talk. 

You didn’t care about how he entered or why he lied on the text messages. You could only think about him being here right now. The desperate feeling growing stronger even though he was already here. His touch only not being enough, you needed more.

He helped you up and when he loosened his grip on you, you turned around and without thinking you slapped him across the face, but crashed your lips against his right after. “I fucking hate you, Rin”, you said against his lips.

In response he pushed you against the wall and came close to your ear, sending shivers down your whole body. “What are you gonna do about it?”, he whispered while slowly kissing down from your ear, making you exhale loudly.

You smelled the alcohol and cigarettes on him. You knew the both of you would regret this in the morning, but at this moment you both needed each other.

Man, fuck the freedom mentality, you were ready to give him anything and the same went for him. Because without wanting it, he was mad crazy about you. He could do anything for you and wanted you to be only his. And you accepted that. You didn’t care about not wanting to devote your life to him anymore.

So what were you gonna do about it?

“I want you to take every piece of freedom off of me.”

And he understood that.