#hopefully its a year filled with more writing lol
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rushed anal w nat 🥴
Warnings: semi-public sex, anal, strap-on, light choking, smut (18+)
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Hand in hand, you follow as Natasha leads the way to the bathroom. She pushes through the sweaty bodies and dodges potential spills from the reds cups dancing along others. Your eyes land on her swaying hips, taking in the outfit you pick out for her. Dark black jeans, strapless top — in which took some convincing which resulted in a sore jaw — and the leather jacket Natasha insisted she’d wear so she could offer it to you the second you stepped outside and complained it’s too cold.
The music is blasting, almost echoing down the halls. Colorful lights fill the room, reflecting off the disco balls hanging from the ceiling while the music vibrates off the walls. After walking down the mile long hallway, Natasha pulls you into an empty bathroom. The bathroom is big enough to pass as a bedroom, but you stopped questioning Tony’s money spending habits.
Nothing to worry about, at least not when Natasha’s lips find yours.
The kiss is messy and wet. Her tongue pushes past your lips and finds its way in your mouth. Her surprisingly warm hands find your neck, fingers dig into the back of your neck as her thumb strokes your cheek. Pulling away she spins youso you’re facing the mirror. Your hands hold your weight as she pushes her body against your backside. Her arms trap you between the counter and her body. That’s when you feel it.
This wasn’t going to be your average bathroom fuck.
Natasha wanted to play.
“Here?”
“What better way to end the year, baby?”
Her words light a fire in you and who are you to complain? Natasha’s hand finds its home between your thighs, pulling aside your red lace panties and slipping through your already soaked folds. She is quick to bury two fingers inside you and even quicker to curl them. You swear your knees are going to give out.
“Natty, I have-” You cut yourself off with a whiney moan.
“What is it baby?” She smirks, cooled and composed.
“I have a surprise for you.”
Natasha hums in your ear and smiles when you push yourself against her hips. At this point it’s just muscle memory. Your hands find the end of your dress, they don’t have to stretch given this black mini short had to be the shortest dress you’ve wore all year. You hike up the dress over your hips, giving Natasha view of the red lace she currently felt rubbing against the back of her hand with each thrust.
“You’re so beautiful. I could just worship you.”
“That’s not the surprise, silly.”
Natasha raise her eyebrows, even more so when you pull her hand out from your panties. Making eye contact through the mirror, you bring her dripping fingers to your lips and suck. Your eyes almost flutter close when you hear Natasha groan behind you.
“Take them off and have a look.”
Confused, but determined Natasha does exactly what you say, only after you’ve spread your legs open and bent over the sink counter. Natasha’s fingers hook onto your thong and tug them down. Just as you expected you hear a breathy curse in her native tongue. Her hands grab a handful of your ass as she groans. A red jewel sitting above your glistening pussy is staring back at her green eyes.
“Fuck me, Natty.” Working your muscles to push the thick plug out as much as you can before your muscles give out and it slips back in its place inside you. “In my ass.”
The plug was a gag joke Wanda had gifted you. Its size of it made you clench when you first unwrapped it, but you knew you had to work up to its size and that’s exactly what you did and how you found yourself begging to be fucked in the ass on new year’s eve, 10 mins til midnight.
“Alright, baby. I’ll fuck you.”
She works quickly but carefully, turning your head so your lips could meet. It’s an awkward angle with a slight strain in your neck but it’s worth it. One hand between your legs rubbing your clit as the other works on pulling the plug til your muscles stretch on its widest part then pushing it back in.
How you’re still standing should be someone’s PhD thesis.
It’s all a blur, one second your letting out moans as she curls her fingers inside you once more and the other you feel her pushing in the tip of strap she had been hiding from you all night.
“Relax baby. Almost there.”
Groaning when her hips are finally pressed against yours. The stretch is delicious and has you seeing stars. You had been craving this.
The redhead whispers sweet things in your ear, but they hardly stick. Your brain is working overtime just try not to come while you try your best to welcome the stretch of your ass. Her fingers never leave your clit and it makes it hard to stay quiet. Almost like you’re playing a game on whether you can be louder the music playing outside.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“I needd to usee the bathroom, pleasuh.” A slurred voiced says behind the bathroom door.
You gasp loudly, but Natasha’s hand covers your mouth.
“Come baby you don’t want them to hear you, do you?”
Her thrusts become quicker as the pressure in your lower belly gets harder and harder to ignore. Your hands are pressed against the mirror and that’s when you see her.
“You’re so fucking perfect.”
Another knock.
“My dream girl.”
Her pushes you to your limit and before you know it there’s a loud countdown.
“Five!”
Her fingers find themselves curled inside you once more. The feeling of both your holes being filled has you weak.
“Four!”
Another finger added and her hips speed up.
“Three.”
The hand covering your mouth travels south and wraps around your throat.
“Two!”
A small squeeze with a whisper of ‘I love you’.
“One!”
You come as your legs shake and fingers drag against the once spotless mirror. You feel yourself leak onto the fingers still curling inside you. Whining when your ass feels a bit sore when Natasha pulls out.
“Happy new year, baby.”
You barely process anything. Natasha however is quick to recover as she washes her hands, pulls your dress down and stuffs your panties in her back pocket. Her hands wrap around your waist and tug you upright. You hum in response as you let her walk you out of the bathroom. Your ears are met with even louder music and happy cheers from everyone. There’s confetti in the air and fireworks in the sky.
“Happy new year, Natty.”
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This was supposed to be short, and posted before new years, but it came out a little longer than expected. Happy New Year! Don’t forget to reblog and comment, let me know what you think!
#HAPPY NEW YEAR#here is to 2024#hopefully its a year filled with more writing lol#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff smut#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff x reader smut#black widow#black widow smut#char: natasha romanoff#type: smut#lover hours#wlwloverwrites#wlwloversfics
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So im starting a new art project with pieces i plan to sell as prints and maybe also make some designs to sell on society 6 in the same theme
Ive always had a passive interest in the language of flowers (and im a sucker for a good flower shop au). And ive realized I enjoy drawing plants from doing my book project. And after drawing almost 100 different ones I've gotten pretty good at it and somehow am not tired of it yet. So im gonna draw bouquets that communicate different things. Both good and bad cuz both can be fun. And maybe also some patterned pieces but im not sure yet.
#im on the more boring part of my plant book project (gathering information about the plants and copying it into the book)#but im still in the mood to draw so i cant stay focused on the information gathering for longer than a couple hours#i want to draw and paint more#i do not want to write#also im writing it all by hand which is time consuming#and its not that information isnt interesting#it IS but its not what i want to be focusing on right now#i mean rn for the new project im doing information gathering but its LESS information#and its information i can play around with to influence how the pieces turn out#which is far more exciting#all the information for the plant book is for me at the moment is an obstacle to get past before i can bind the book#because A its a small but thick book that would be kind of annoying to write in once its bound. and B if i bind it first i guarantee#i wont ever get around to writing in it#cuz this is the boring part and im gonna keep putting it off if i dont have the incentive of getting to bind it after the boring partisdone#SO. new project.#one that will hopefully make me some money so i can take some of the burden of my continued existence off my parents lol#because while they have said they will continue to support me as much as possible for as long as possible without judgement#i am constantly filled with an insurmountable guilt from years of having to hear from ex friends and parents of friends#how terrible it is to be an adult that still lives with their parents and still mostly depends on their parents#and that clearly my parents failed at raising me if i still live at home and dont have a job#BUT. all i need is to make enough money to pay for my health insurance and to pay for harleys expenses#and hopefully still have enough to buy snacks and art supplies as needed
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Fight For It | dabi/t. touya
Fantasy AU!Dabi x Bounty Hunter![FEM]Reader
WARNING(S): sexual content, dragon hybrid!dabi, reader’s intentions for “hunting” is nothing but dubious, ego friendly fire, predator vs. prey trope, power play, barely any plot (pwp), anal, double penetration, spanking, corruption kink (?), outdoors sex, strangers -> ?.
COUNT: 4.6k words (40 mins.)
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A/N: this was originally supposed to be for another character but it very much suited Dabi instead. if you can guess who this was originally for, i'll write you sum neet. 🌚 anywhom, i loveddd writing this. i had to do a lot of work shops as this has been in the vault for years, so hopefully it's readable now LOL. 😭 hope you guys enjoy!
You check your sides and pockets ensuring that everything is ready for your travel.
This time around, dragon shifters were out and about looking for mates which meant this was the perfect time to capture one. You let out an excited breath as you pull on your boots and make your way outside of your home.
As you pass by the people in your town, you are frequently greeted due to your known status in the town. Most people jumped at the chance to have a conversation with you as there was no guarantee the next time they could. However as you got closer to the edge of the woods, the greetings slowed to a halt as the count of people started to wither out, most people avoiding the edges of the village near the forest-filled mountains. You adjust the final strap on your bag as the destination you were looking for comes into view.
Keeping an eye out for any signs of dragon shifter life, you look around the sparse but large trees that decorate the place. Many bushes, trees, and even small ponds adorned the scenery. If you happen to look close enough you could find flowers almost everywhere accompanying the organisms. Dirt and soil were also as common to come across, more so than grass in the dense part of the forest. Despite that, you continue on your quest to obtain your own little dragon. Your eyes light up as you near the bottom of the mountains and see a bigger-than-usual footstep on the floor. As if you are in no rush, you pause for a moment to squat down and pinch the dirt, fingers thumbing the soil between your forefinger and thumb before dusting it off on your pants.
One is near.
The footprint imprinted into the ground was still very fresh, the consistency too easy to grab and toy with. Surveying the scene your eyes try to find any change within the area, the need for staying on your p’s and q’s is greater than ever. You were trying to gauge what your next move should be and your indecisiveness slowing you down. You chew the inside of your lip as you start to survey the scene one last time before choosing to continue on your journey for the beast you were searching for.
Thankfully, the hybrid you were trying to find had left its footprints freely, but his marking already too cocky for your liking. Amid your busy thinking, you hear scurrying in the distance, the sound quick and heavy. You immediately whip your head around to the sound of the commotion, your hand hovering on the tip of your sword’s handle as you brace yourself for any imminent conflict. As you inch closer to the ominous spot behind the dense trees, the same noise happens in the opposite direction to the right of you. You swiftly unwield your sword and dart it towards the rapid movement, the sharp blade releasing a sharp and heavy, ‘THUNK’ as it sinks its metal into the wood.
Birds rapidly fly away in fear and other smaller animals in hiding run away in the opposite direction hoping to avoid the building tension within the vicinity. The sight of tiny strands of fur and a red liquid left swiftly in the breeze makes you wince in sympathy; accidentally hurting an unattended target was certainly not on your to-do list today. Your body is still on high alert--chest heaving as small beads of sweat accumulate on your temples, your nerves keeping you in a tense state. But unlike your anxious mood irritating you, your target was the complete opposite.
A low rumble of laughter that turns into a boisterous level prompts you to turn around and narrow your eyes at the location of the sound, eyes catching a white-haired male. You were gearing up to tell the male to fuck off before the realization hits you. The sharp teeth, horns, broad back, wild clothes -- this was the dragon you were trying to find. You watched him cautiously, keeping your eye on him as you retrieved your weapon, keeping on guard.
He lets out a few more chuckles, putting his hands up in mock surrender as he watches you point your sword toward him. “Hey no need to get defensive,” he pauses, his grin turning from playful to sly. “You humans aren’t the best at catching us most of the time.”
His words make you huff, your other hand locking on the rope that was on your hip. The white-haired male blows out a whistle, watching as your arm flexes with strong muscles and places his hands on his hips as he scans your body. You raise your brow, sheathing your sword away and revealing a grin of your own. You cross your arms over your chest and tilt your head to the side lean forward interest for the conceited specimen.
“I always catch my prey. What makes you think I won’t this time?” You respond, your words cocky, a little too much for his liking at that. His nose flares at you, back straightening before his irises narrow before he scoffs lightly.
The male’s cerulean eyes dim as they watch you intently, unashamedly checking out your frame. Your nostrils flare in anger and slowly draw your sword as a warning, a playful whistle following your threatening posture. The white-haired dragon-man takes a step closer to you, his gaze not missing you step back and cower only just slightly in your stance.
He huffs, “You could barely kill that bunny.”
“I could if I wanted to,” You’re quick to retort, your body now trying to regain its firm stance, chin raising as you openly detested him. “Just like I could have your head by tomorrow if needed.”
The same laugh that first gained your attention makes a comeback, his sharp teeth on proud display as he takes this exchange as nothing more than some flirtatious banter. “How about the next time we meet, you can attempt to catch me -- and if you do, I’ll do whatever you want. Vice versa.” He holds his hand out for you to take as a sign of agreement.
You watch his large hand out stretch itself to you, a taunting offer that a part of you couldn’t proudly admit that you wanted to take. His palm is upturned in a way that teased innocent compliance, the callous on his skin showing he isn't as playful as one would think and there's no missing the sharp nails that peek from under fingertips. With a small huff, your hand relaxes from the top of the sword and you close the distance between you two, shaking his hand firmly.
“The name’s Dabi by the way.” A surprised yelp escapes your lips as he tugs you much closer than needed, you two chest-to-chest as he stares intently into your E/C eyes. “Don’t be too disappointed when you lose, Y/N.”
Your eyes widen as he says your name, the action doing its job spooking you. You rip your hand away from his with a bit of a fight, not sure what you just have gotten yourself into. You snarl as you step back to regain the space between you two, except you made no move to be on the offense.
“Do yourself a favor and don’t hold back.” Dabi taunts, his grin matching his arrogant expression.
“Don’t plan on it.” You snort giving him one last look over as he retreats from the trees, your gaze never leaving that spot until you’re sure he’s gone. You turn around and pursue your way back to town, unbeknownst to you the pair of cerulean eyes that continued to watch your body retreat in pure animalistic hunger for you.
— ✮ ★ ☆ —
Adrenaline pumps through your veins as you tirelessly think about the interaction with the arrogant male from last afternoon.
Despite being one of the most known bounty catchers in the world, the way that he—Dabi as he preferred to be called—carried himself, was in a way that left curiosity and a bit of attraction on your end. You hated the way that your chest races with excitement but then glower at the thought of him. Too many conflicting emotions plagued your psyche and you needed to end this once and for all.
The air was crisp whilst the white clouds in the sky rivaled the short puffs of air you breathed out every once in a while if you held your breath in for too long. Climbing back up the same mountain wasn’t as easy as it was yesterday with the added titillation making it feel as though your heart was about to burst out of your chest. At this point, you were starting to wonder what you truly wanted from this outcome.
‘victory. this isn’t the first attractive specimen you’ll find, and it won’t be your last.’
You thought to yourself and sigh with indignation. The designated spot was already in eyeshot and you needed to get into gear if you wanted to walk out of this with your proper title over him as his owner. Absentmindedly your hand skims over the healing wound of the tree you had accidentally sliced when you had gotten startled yester-yonder, the heavy and big footprints in the soil showing that he as well made his way over not long before you.
Movement just shy to your left has you turning in its direction, this only meaning one thing: Dabi was here.
Dabi sat minding his business, humming as he watched his surroundings and toyed with the dirt in front of him mindlessly. You unsheath your sword, adrenaline making your hands lightly tremble in excitement. You adjust the sword easily in your hand moving to swing for the kill. Subtle movement catches the corner of your eyes, the focus of your target just slipping. Before it could happen, you reel back and lunge your sword towards the correct target only to softly gasp as he's gone.
You pull your sword back with the rope that’s attached to the handle, the weapon tight in your grip as you look around closely as you make eye contact with his now familiar cerulean-blue eyes making you attack once again. It wasn’t until your second failed attempt that he started laughing at you. Just like the first time you met. You growl out in frustration, trying to find him again. You try following the laugh as you messily turn around, the uncoordinated movement making you trip over your own feet but you quickly catch yourself.
‘i bet he’s just scared! he knows that you’d just capture him and make him yours.’ you completely lie to yourself to help soothe your nerves. Even you didn't believe it and now you were starting to get more than anxious.
“Damn it! Come out and stop playing!” You yell out, rage starting to finally consume you. You kept your sword up, turning sharply at the sound of crunching behind you and was met with him not too far away from you.
His handsome face was serious, arms crossed as he watched down at you unimpressed and unmoving. You feel yourself wanting to shy away from his intimidating gaze, but remember to hold up your guard. Never had you experienced a dragon that fought back like this and it honestly had you on edge.
“You’re off your game,” The dragon grins as he steps closer towards you. You tilt your chin down as you cowardly gulp in defiance, your feet taking a step back as you try to gain more distance between you two. Unfortunately for you, fighting in the woods meant you would be caged in, just like now as he closed in on you as your back hit the large oak tree behind you.
“I can still kill you if I please.” You sneer, holding up the sharp tip of your sword to his chest, eyes boring into his. Even with your strong stance and unwavering eyes, there was no denying the slight waver in your voice as you said it.
Shit.
The dragon laughs at your pathetic threat, his body language as genuine as his prideful body language. He offers you no answer as he finds no reason to entertain it. Anger shoots through your body at his arrogance, your body shifting as much as it can to pull your arm back to aim straight for his heart, wanting nothing else but to draw blood from him right in this instant.
Your sense of urgency is what fumbles your opportunity, your attack seized as though he had seen it a mile away.
With a piercing grip, he snatches your hand as you attempt to stab him in the chest, his deft fingers squeezing your wrist in a painful grip. A cry leaves your lips as you try to keep steady, your other hand grabbing him to let go as if his life wasn’t on the line.
“Let go!” You yell at him, stubborn tears now starting to prick at your eyes. It was pitiful in the way you resorted to this as your backup plan, your behavior a clear indication that you had no idea what to do. You had walked into this duel with nothing but adrenaline, curiosity, arousal, and arrogance. Instead of conducting yourself as a seasoned veteran, you were presenting yourself as a spoiled brat. Dabi ignores your plea as he takes your fighting hand and pins it firmly against the rough tree bark behind you, the rough texture digging into your clothes and skin. You bite your lip harshly to at least spare yourself some dignity, not wanting to let the smallest amount of pain get to you.
Your hand twitches in his hold as your other goes towards the direction of your thigh and grab a small knife from its holster before promptly slicing his arm. Dabi looks down at you and scoffs as he barely observes the wound before easily gripping your free wrist once again. You let out a silent cry of protest as now both hands are caught in his stronghold.
“You think that was enough to stop me? You’ve already failed, human.” He leans down to speak in your ear, his strong voice rattling through your body making you shiver. He maneuvers his hold on your wrists so that they are caught in one hand, the other moving to grip your side before running lower and rounding your back.
You glare at him and start to struggle against his hold, hoping it wasn’t too obvious that you wanted him to touch more of you. He chuckles at your sounds of distaste, promising that you’d be dead if he moved any further. He bites down on the exposed part of your neck making you moan in pain and a deep blush adorn your cheeks. His slivering hand finally grabs your ass and pulls your body closer to his. He pulls away from your neck to give himself enough room to lick up the blood that was dripping from his bite. “You’re all mine.”
Without much fight from you, he leans in and presses a harsh kiss against your lips, an all-engulfing force that has you reeling in need. You groan as your head is pushed back against the tree, your pair of lips fighting against his in an attempt to gain back the confidence you had from when you two first met. The mix of the coppery taste of your blood on your tongue adds a toxic aphrodisiac you can't place your finger on, wanting to taste more of yourself on his tongue in other ways. Your eyes lid as you two maintain eye contact through the kiss, the heat between you two ramping up as both of you have something to prove.
“Still tryna win, human? Are you gonna do whatever I tell you to?” Dabi ridicules you once he pulls away and tightly grips your jaw. The force makes your cheeks squish while your bruised lips pout. He leans in to press his lips against yours again as an open mouth kiss, his tongue invading your hot cavern and playing with your tongue. You moan into his handling, your wet muscle barely managing to put up a fight. You helplessly try to chase his lips when he pulls away, the action making him chuckle. “Turn around.”
He lets go of your hands as he allows you to move and notes the way that you slightly flinch from the harsh pressure suddenly being released. Though you quickly shrug it off, more than willing to turn around like the slut that you are. Grinning at your desperation he steps away from you to allow room to turn you around, and seizes your hands in his hold except this time behind your back when you’ve assumed the position. Dabi bends you over some and admires your curves finally up close and freely gropes at your ass. It’s shameful in the way that feeling his calloused hand grope and rub at your globes has you pressing against him, your needy action eliciting a spank from him. You whine out his name as he pulls down your pants, your juices darkening the material between your legs.
“Do you normally act this needy when you lose, hm?”
SMACK, another spank was delivered to your bum. Your eyes roll back when he gives you another and a harsher one to follow until you respond.
Your eyes prick as he taunts you, your legs trembling in need. Contrary to your own knowledge, Dabi was perfectly aware of your track record with beasts. To humans and other “dainty” species, you were known for your combat and prowess but amongst the more gritty creatures have shared more than a few whispers about your sexual endeavors. You turn your head and glare at him, tears and all as blood rushes to the skin of your bruising ass and flustered skin. Just as you were one not to lie, you deflect the implications of your winning and losing rate. “Do you normally take this long to fuck?”
SMACK.
Instead of his hand holding your hands above your head, he lets them go and lets you catch yourself against the uncomfortable tree. With one hand now placed on the side of your head, he holds you in place as he tugged down your underwear, no longer wanting to toy with what he desperately needed to claim as his. “I’m the one who won, remember?” Dabi growls as he grows impatient with your bitching, his hot hand reaching down to cup our sex and letting his two fingers rub at the sensitive nub at the top of your cunt.
The smell of your arousal was taunting him heavily. Dabi had never considered a human as his first option to fuck but you were bringing out a new side to him. The sickening thought alone made him grow impatient as he was more than ready to defile your cute body. Most humans don't fuck back, but you certainly looked like the type and that thought alone was riling him up. Evidently just from the way you were acting, you couldn't help yourself grinding back against him like that. At first glance you seemed like some brute snob, untouched and pompish. But here you were already gong-ho over some dragon dick you have yet to experience; acting so desperate and needy for him. His lips curve into a devilish grin as he marvels at the way your back arches as the arousal gets to you.
“Fuck, Dabi please.” You plead shamelessly as he slips his fingers up and down your folds to collect your slick, helping lube up your opening for his cock. He spits on his fingers to make it more slippery, not wanting to rush the prep as much as he'd love to have your pussy engulf his cock. He shushes you as he leaves his grip on your head to grab your jaw, making you look at him as he rubs at your cunt.
“You’re gonna be a good girl and let me prep you, pet.” He emphasizes his point by teasing at your opening with the tip of his finger then sinking his middle finger into your cunt. His cock twitches at the sensation of your gummy walls squeezing around the digit as strokes the inside of your kitty carefully. He groans and leans back to look at your pussy enveloping his finger, eyes happily drinking in what he’s seeing. “Knew this pussy was hungry for this.”
Your pants are heavy, pussy clenching tightly around his fingers as he continues to work it in and out of your dripping cunt. Dabi made sure to keep his hold on your jaw tight while his other got to work which allows you to brace your hands against the trunk of the tree with your hands now free. His thrusting stops to rub the outside of your lips, spreading your natural juices as lubricant and periodically brushing against your clit before his fingers are fucking themselves into you again. Your face was covered in bruises to some degree as you couldn’t help but keep your face against the tree bark -- not that you could care less, though. A wanton whimper leaves your lips feeling his hand completely leave your opening, making way to release himself from his pants.
He uses the slick from your wet cunt to help lubricate his lengths. He prods the first against your opening and groans lowly from how different the fit of your human pussy compared to other dragons. You felt your eyes burn with tears, his size bigger than you’re used to. You squirm against him only for him to command you to calm down. He spits another time as he works his hips into yours to open you up better, the action working as you produce more slick and loosen up as the moments pass. You feel his finger mix the spit and slick on your asshole, not shying away from playing with your chocolate starfish. He slips in his thumb to tease your opening, the play not phasing you one bit. It wasn't until you feel his finger enter you followed by experimental strokes is when you notice what's up. You suck in your breath, tensing up completely when his finger exits only to feel another head prod at your asshole.
You gasp from the intrusion of his second cock entering you. Your nails dig into the tree and you're consequently returned the favor as your hands sting from gripping onto it for dear life. You had never taken anything of his size in that entrance and you could tell he was enjoying the squeeze by how much he was throbbing in you. He breathes out curses into your neck, reminding you of your place and how tight you wrapped around him. Never had Dabi contemplated wanting to mate a human until now, the feeling like nothing he had felt before.
“You’re taking me so well, fuck.” Heavy and sloppy thrusts are met against your ass. The way of his thrusting signifies the animalistic side of him, the easing of his cock into you was nothing short of barbaric and drowning in pure pleasure. As he worked his hips better into yours.
It felt as though he was already accustomed to you and you loved it. The length and girth of his cock was filling a void you didn’t know you needed, and you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to come back from it.
“How’s it feel to be fucked by a dragon, heh,” The dragon huffs out and works more of his length into your battered pussy and ass. Your sopping cunt and tight ass was starting to take his cock easier and easier the more he fucked you. His hands bored from only holding you in place soon move to tug up your shirt and grope at your tits, hands roughly fondling your mounds as if he had no rhyme or reason.
“Da… Dabi..!” You moan out, ass and pussy still clenching tight around him. He moans enjoying how you say his name before HISSing at the fact you were almost squeezing him too tight. Dabi refused to take his eyes off the area where your bodies joined, deeply engrossed by the way his cocks disappears to the hilt as he fucked your tight holes.
“Fuck you’re squeezing me so tight little pet!” He exclaims excitedly, teeth to mark up your neck once again. Dabi hums in delight, hands roughly kneading your breasts. He tugs on your nipples craving the thought of wanting to know what your nipples would taste like against his tongue. Or even if he did so choose to breed you, how full, plump and ready you’d look -- all just for him.
Your vision blurs as the only thing on your mind is to relish in the pleasure you were receiving, hips riding back against his as you chase your climax. You were nothing but a vessel for your pleasure, not giving shit about him either. The all-consuming experience was successfully eating you up and you loved every second of it. If it meant being “his” pet, then so be it.
When he hits a certain angle in your holes, you shake as ecstasy shoots through our body. Your already breathier sighs and moans from your stolen breath now deepens into loud and sluttier sounds, your orgasm finally imminent. You start to babble not wanting nothing more than to finish on this dragon’s cocks.
“Please, please, Dabi-” You mewl. “Cum, need it.” You whine as you feel the familiar coil in your stomach tighten, the slick running down your thighs aiding in the ability of letting him thrust within you.
Dabi shushes you as he grabs both of your elbows and holds you up himself. He uses you like a pussy pocket as he starts to chase his release as well, needing to finish inside you just as much as you wanted to finish on his cocks. “Gonna breed you, s’that what you want, pet? Tell me what you need.”
“Fuck I need you to cum in me..!” You moan out, feeling your stomach coil to signify the impending orgasm that is about to hit you. Without needing any further excuse he grips your arms impossibly tight as he pummels into you, his hips bruising your backside as he drives you over the edge.
With a final thrust, he bottoms out inside you, relishing in the feeling of emptying his semen. A deep growl reverberates in Dabi’s chest as he finishes, his muscles only relaxing when he starts to empty. He holds you in place as you have no other choice but to take his stuffing, the amount so copious it starts to spill from your openings.
Dabi slowly lets you go as he pulls out, cocks flaccid and messy. He bends you over to look at your creampied holes, hands spreading your cheeks to get an unobstructed view of it. He gives your pained cheek an appreciative smack, snorting when you groan in pain at the feeling. The dragon stands back up and yanks at your hair, the unnecessary action making you whip your head around to glare at him, only to be met with a proud grin with his sharp teeth on display.
“You’re mine now, pet.”
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Valen-Time 01: Hand Sewn(Rise! Raph x Reader)
A/N, not important: Guess who's writing for 29 days straight again! Or, I'm attempting to at least. This is what I needed lots of luck on lol, mostly because February is a bit busy for me, but I really wanted to do this again for Valentine's day. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.
-Ollie
CW: needles(sewing), stitching, teddy bear, fluff(hopefully)
Words: 1039
Summary: Raph tore his stuffed animal and you agree to help fix it.
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The ruined stuffie in your hands made you frown, it’s torn stitching letting the stuffing that once shaped it fall out. Raph sat next to you, a tight-lipped frown on his face as his fingers twitched on his led. He watches you inspect the bear in silence, his shoulders brought forwards and touching his jaw. You don’t comment on the stench of nervous sweat filling the air, not wanting to bring down his mood even more. This was the bear you gave to him when you confessed, and now it sat ruined in your hands. While the sentimental value of it wasn’t huge to you, Raph was practically attached to this bear by the hip, which would eventually be the poor stuffies' downfall.
“I can just get you a new one, it’s not a big deal.” You assure him, trying to help bring up the large terrapin’s mood. Raph shook his head, his snaggle tooth biting into his lip as he frown deepens.
“Raph doesn’t want a new one.” He says, a tone of distress lingering in his tone. you watch as his eyes linger on the ripped stitches and protruding filling, knowing he felt bad for breaking his stuffed animal. You purse your lips, trying to decide how to move forwards. You flip the stuffed animal over, inspecting it from top to bottom. You weren’t new to fixing broken stuffies, many of your own having been patched over the years, but his spikes really did a number to the one in your hand.
“If I were to try and sew it,” You start hesitantly, your hand caressing the black buttons the small teddy had for eyes. “I think we could patch it back up. It would look a bit messy because I don’t have extra fabric on me, but he would be fixed.”
Raph visibly brightens at the idea, his arms wrapping around your shoulder and pulling you into a tight hug. “Thank you. Dad has a sewing kit in his room, we could ask him for it.”
You fondly roll your eyes and pat his forearm twice before starting to ease the stuffing back into the bear to try and fatten it out. Your hands twitched at the scratchy feeling of the cotton, Raph’s weight on your shoulders making it harder to move your arms than you wanted. You don’t say a word though, letting Raph continue to lean on you as he watches you remove whatever stuffing refused to back down. Although his eyes hold worry for the removed stuffing, he doesn’t say a word about it.
“Raph will go get the sewing kit.” He remarks, finally letting you go as he stands up. His chasm deepens as he glances back at the stuffed animal in your hands, but he says nothing. With no more words exchanged, Raph disappears from your room and presumably heads off to where Splinter keeps the sewing kit, leaving you alone with the bear.
You softly rub it’s torn stitching, pulling loose thread to make it easier to sew back up. Its bright eyes reflected the light above you, making the inanimate object seem as if it had life breathed into it. It's limp arm stubs laid on your knees, asking for a hug. You chuckle lightly to yourself at the thought of the bear wanting affection, as being hugged was what destroyed it in the first place.
You continue messing with the stuffing as Raph re-enters, a small dingy shoebox so full of thread and needles and spare fabric, the lid couldn’t close. The bed dips to the side as Raph settles next to you once more, head peeking over your shoulder and hands tucked into his chest. You don’t say a word about the feeling of his breath on your neck, merely turning slightly so you wouldn’t have to deal with it as much.
“Was your dad a seamstress?” You easily tease, the bear left to lay in your lap as you start to dig through the extensive yet scattered supplies. Raph gently shoves your shoulder as he grins.
“Nope, we just kept tearing everything he gave us. Some of the baby clothes he has stashed away are basically patchwork at this point.”
You smile fondly at the thought of a younger Raph and his brothers with their clothes that were a medley of colors, having seen some of them yourself. You finally pull out brown thread and a thin needle, sticking the chosen needle into the thread of the spool so it would stay put. “Have you ever sewn before then?”
Raph shakes his head, his lower lip jutting out in a slight pout. “Nope. There wasn’t much of a need, and Dad fixed everything we ripped anyways.”
“Would you like to learn?” You offer, gesturing to the stuffie's open stomach. Raph tilts his head as he looks down at the teddy bear, considering your offer for just a moment.
“Yeah,” He nods, looking both determined and excited. “I would.”
You beam at him, quickly shuffling around until you’re facing Raph so you could show him what to do. The bear is soon found in Raph’s lap instead of yours, the fallen stuffing in between his thighs to keep it safe. You thread the needle and wax it for him while describing to him what he was going to do, assuring him he couldn’t really mess it up even if he tried. You hand him his needle, gently guiding his hands through the first few stitches. As he continues to sew the rest on his own, you start to add the rest of the stuffing into the bear so it wouldn’t flatten.
The final stitch is soon placed, and you easily instruct Raph on how to secure it, only having to help him once before he got it. The stitch job down its stomach was sloppy, but secure, no more stuffing leaking onto the floor. You return the needle and thread and set the box onto the floor, watching fondly as Raph admires his stuffed animal. It doesn’t surprise you when Raph pulls you close, whispering his thanks into your ear. You simply smile, kissing his jaw and praising his needlework.
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door-slamming: john x reader
request: hi!! i was thinking maybe u could do a john smut where hes been holding in alot of frustration and he takes it out on the reader? not like- in an abusive way lol like sexually?
umm can I please uh request a John and reader smut? Just filth where the reader is really submissive and they like fuck over a desk or she’s on the kitchen counter and it’s rough but v hot??
a/n: i loved this request!! thank you :)) honestly each time i write i have to hold back and not make it too hard oops.
pairing: john x reader
summary: the tensions between The Beatles has become too much for John.
warning: hard smut (hopefully u think its hard), ass smacking, dirty talk.
year: late 60s.
word count: 992 (similar to the last one oops)
John was doing a lot of door-slamming recently. He would come home from the studio fuming and would slam the door. You didn’t like it but you understood, things weren’t the best with the band. He would then either lock himself in the room until dinner time or seek you out - either for comfort or to rant.
Tonight was no different. He was later than usual but the slamming was the same. You swore it shook the whole house. You peeked into the entrance, determined to have a conversation with him and avoid a night which would result in him locking himself in the room and you alone.
“Johnny.” you said as he tore off his shoes.
“What?” he snapped.
“No need to take that tone with me.” you leaned against the wall and crossed your arms across your chest.
“Go to the room. I’ll be in two minutes, you better be ready to fuck.” he growled without even looking at you.
You pushed off the wall and stared at him, unsure as to what to do. You knew furious John fucked better than anyone but a conversation might be the healthier option...
Fuck healthy, you wanted to get fucked.
Wordlessly, you rushed up the stairs and quickly went to the bathroom to get ready. You then undressed, leaving your clothes in a pile by the door and laid on the bed, trying to get comfortable but somehow remain sexy.
Exactly two minutes later the door to your bedroom flew open and John barged in. He had undone his button up shirt and was throwing it on the floor. He undid his belt and looped it around his hand. The button of his jeans was undone which gave you a peak of what his happy trail led to.
“Turn around.” he said, his eyes were burning with desire.
You obeyed and laid on your stomach, your ass in the air. He stepped towards you, his hand feeling the smooth of your ass, and his belt smacked against you - hard. You whimpered and clenched your thighs, already feeling that primal urge.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re not going to be able to walk. You will have to stay in bed all day like the useless slut you are... I’ll fuck you all day too until you are so sore you will beg me to stop...” he smacked you again. “Until you can no longer take my cock.” you moaned, eager to feel him in you.
You heard as he spat in his hand and let out a sigh as he slipped a finger into you. The soft sigh quickly turned a gasp as he shoved two more fingers into you, not bothering to escalate slowly and directly jumping to three fingers. You closed your thighs and he smacked you with the belt. This time it was much harder, the noise filled the room.
“Fuck!” you groaned.
“Shut the fuck up, whore. Who let you talk? Did I fucking give you permission?” you remained silent but he smacked you again. “Did I fucking give you permission?!” you shook your head. His voice was loud and commanding.
“That’s what I thought.” he had lowered himself, you felt his breath fan out against your ass, the air making your ass sting. You were sure that tomorrow you would find belt-shaped marks.
“I’ve been around fucking morons all day, thinking about fucking you. It was unbearable. I don’t know what was worse, Paul’s whinny voice or my boner.” you bit your lip, his fingers were curling inside you.
His thumb went to your clit and he began to pleasure you there too. You spread your legs, eager to feel him everywhere, and grabbed the sheets.
“I want to hear you moan my name.” he said as he planted a kiss on your ass. “Now.”
You obeyed and opened your mouth. Your moans poured out like water shooting out of a dam. You moaned his name and yelled as his belt came down against your ass again. His fingers slipped out of you and you begged him to put them back where they belonged but John ignored you. You heard the ruffle of clothes as he threw his pants and underwear across the room and yelled again as he slammed into you without warning.
His thrusts and hard from the get go, giving you no time to adjust. He grabbed your hair and yanked it back, pulling you against him. He attacked your neck, biting and sucking, and grabbed your breasts, squeezing and pinching your nipples.
You turned your head to kiss him but he pushed you down. He slammed into you, making you yell out in a mix of pain and pleasure, and smacked your ass with his hand. He pressed your head further into the mattress as his cock reached deeper into you. Tears were beginning to roll down your cheeks.
In one quick movement he slid out of you and spun you around. Your eyes fell on his face and you nearly came right there. His hair was messy and his were sharp. He tugged you down and slammed back into you. His hand slid up your stomach and chest and rested around your throat.
Your legs were spread wide open and you had a direct view of his cock sliding in and out of you. You moaned and John tightened his grip around your throat. He was close, you could tell by his movements.
His fingers went between you legs and he began rapidly playing with your clit. You moaned his name making him cum. He pressed into you, as deep as he could go, and dragged you into an orgasm with him. He rode you out, pushing his cum further into you, before collapsing on top of you in a sweaty mess, his cock still deep inside you.
Your thighs ached but you ached for more of him.
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'Walk In' Doug Remer x Reader Pt. 2
Read part one here
Pair: Doug Remer x afab reader
A/N: heyyy, thanks for the positive feedback on part one!! made me feel good about writing again. If you haven't read part one its linked above, I'd recommend doing so. I haven't written a scene like this in literal years so hopefully its good lol. If ti is lmk an I have a spicier part 3 in mind.
word count; 5,233
warnings: NSFW; oral (f! receiving), p in v, hj, slight roughness (little hitting and choking), more perv Remer. I think that's it but just prepare yourselves in case.
Summary: a few weeks after the 'incident', you accidentally walk in on Remer.
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Walk in pt2
It has been a week or so since the…incident. That’s what you were calling it.
After Joe had come home Remer was walking around like nothing had even happened.
You spent the rest of your night finishing the pasta which turned out a little too soft, and then hiding out in your room, flustered about the whole situation.
Tonight Joe was out with Jenna and so it was just you and Doug at home. You were both on the couch watching Road Kill: Caught on Tape. Instead of the usual sitting side by side under a blanket, you were sitting at the opposite end of the couch, your feet tucked under you as you covered yourself with your own blanket.
Remer had his head resting in his palm, beer in his other hand which he occasionally sipped from.
There was definitely an awkward tension between you two and your pretty sure it was from your side. Remer could blow situations like this off with ease as he often had one night stands with fans or random chicks at the bar.
You tried to focus on the tv, trying to distract yourself, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. You looked at the time on your phone 9:57.
You knew Joe wouldn’t be home until after 3, if he even decided to come home at all that night. He occasionally would stay the night at Jenna’s.
You felt restless as you sat on the couch shifting.
“You good?” Remer asked raising an eyebrow at you and bringing the can to his lips.
“Uh huh” you nodded. You watched his Addams apple bob as he gulped down the drink, just stirring up the restlessness feeling inside you.
“I’m just tired, I think I might go to bed” you said faking a yawn.
“It’s only 10.” He pointed out. He was right. Usually you guys were up until the early hours of the next day watching movies or talking while shit faced.
You shrugged “works been taking a toll on me” you explained trying to excuse yourself, rubbing your shoulder as if you were sore.
He nodded “yeah, okay get some rest, yeah?”
You nodded at him starting to get up.
“Hey- grab me a beer before you head out would ya?” He asked.
You gave him a thumbs up before heading to the kitchen, your blanket draped over your shoulder.
You grabbed a beer from the fridge and a drink for yourself and some snacks, heading back over to the couch.
“Here” you extended your hand out handing him the can. He reached out to grab it, fingers brushing yours.
“Thanks, you’re a doll.” he smiled settling back into the couch. “Sleep well”
“Thanks..” you mumbled heading down the hall to your room.
You went to your room closing the door behind you.
For the next few hours you were pent up in your room watching movies on your laptop, and snacking.
Around 11 you heard the hall light click off. Remer had probably headed to his room.
You waited until around midnight to wander into the kitchen to get some water. Your feet padded against the carpet, trying to navigate in the dark. You flipped on the kitchen light filling yourself a glass of water. You leaned against the counter taking in the silence.
Joe probably wouldn’t be home anytime soon considering he hadn’t even bothered to text you to let you know.
You rested your head against the cool counter, it was hot and stuffy in your room and it got nearly unbearable during the summer months. Keeping your window open at night barley helped, it just cleared up some of the humidity.
A soft noise broke through the silence of the apartment. You stood up straight looking around.
There it was again.
You let your curiosity get the best of you as you wandered towards the noise. Of course it was coming from Remer’s room. What was he doing now?
The door was cracked open and a faint light leaked from the door across the carpet.
The noise came again- a frustrated groan.
“Remer?” You asked quietly approaching the door.
He could be having problems putting the sheets on his bed again. You always had to help him with that.
You peeked through the door, your hand flying up to your mouth at the sight.
Remer was lying on his bed, shorts pulled down just enough to have a hand wrapped around his hard, leaking member. Your eyes widened at the thickness. You wonder how you were ever able to take that during the drunk hookup a few years ago.
Only his bedside lamp was on, illuminating the sheen of sweat that covered his face and bare chest.
His glasses had slipped and were sitting on the tip of his nose as weak whines and pants came from his mouth, eyes screwed shut.
His hand moved faster as he arched his back.
“(Y/n)..” he choked out in a panting moan
Oh my god
You held your hand up to your mouth as you moved out of the doorway as so not to be seen.
Wait a second.
Was that-
He brought it up to his nose burying his face in it as he groaned, his hand picking up speed. The sounds going straight to your core.
“Is that my bra?”
As soon as those words had come from your mouth you clamped a hand over it.
Shit. You hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
His head snapped towards the door, pushing his glasses up as he cried out going to cover himself.
“Sorry I-“ you backed away from the open door.
He quickly pulled his shorts up, a large tent still remaining.
He panted softly. “I’m sorry-it was just there and you haven’t been talking to me-so you’ve been on my mind..“ he choked out his voice cracking mid sentence.
Jesus, he sounded so desperate
You walked into his room, your knees weak as he sat up, your bra clutched in his hand.
His eyes took in your body, again stopping at your chest.
You snatched the bra from him, furrowing your eyebrows.
“Perv..watching me.” He mumbled under his breath.
You raised an eyebrow “what was that?”
“How long were you watching?” Remer asked moving closer.
“I-“ your cheeks flushed.
“It doesn’t matter-don’t take my stuff” you scolded trying to change the subject.
“I didn’t steal it, you left it” Remer protested.
“Plus shouldn’t I be the one mad at you? You’re completely invading my privacy right now” he crossed his arms over his chest, getting up and towering over you.
Some of the more loose curls were matted to his forehead.
“I- your door was open!” You sputtered. “You sounded distressed and I thought you might need help or something-!”
His eyes changed and a small smirk appeared on his face. “I mean, I could use some help”
You rolled your eyes, in the process they got lost and trailed down his chest, a thin layer of sweat still covering his skin. Then Down to his member which was still straining against his shorts just begging to be touched.
God…
“You’re gross” you scowled.
“You’re a perv” he shot back.
“I could say the same about you” You huffed softly.
He looked down at you hungrily. Just his look made you nervous, your heart starting to pick up its pace.
“I thought you were going to sleep” he said after a moment of tense silence.
You shrugged softly. “I tried, I couldn’t..”
“Y’know” his hand swept from your wrist up to your shoulder. “I could help you with that.”
“Doug..” you breathed disapprovingly.
His brows furrowed. “Hey you can’t deny it, the energy between us has been different lately.”
He was right. Even before the incident things had shifted. You didn’t get after Remer as much when he was a little too touchy. And then after the incident the tension was so thick you couldn’t be within three feet of him without your stomach doing flips.
He stepped closer and leaned down his lips ghosting past your ear.
“Whadya say..” he breathed. He pushed his hips closer his hardened member pressing against you.
Fuck..
His words went straight to your core, feeling your body heat up.
“Cmon it’ll be between us.” He persisted, twirling some of your hair around his finger.
His lips moved down to your neck and his arms snaked around your waist.
You let his lips ghost across the skin sending shivers through your body.
“You’ve been on my mind constantly since the other night” he mumbled against your skin.
“Oh yeah?”
He nodded. “Can’t get the sight of you in your bra, looking helpless outta my head..”
“You wanna know what really turned me on?” he asked as he started to kiss your neck softly.
“What’s that?” You hummed.
“When you hit me..” you could feel him smile against your skin as the words left his mouth.
You looked down at him furrowing your brows, his curls tickling your nose.
“Huh? When I hit you?”
He nodded his head lifting up to meet your eyes again. “You’re hot when your angry”
“Is that why you’re always trying to get on my nerves?” You asked smiling at the boy.
He shrugged.
Remer loved it when you got frustrated. The soft sighs and groans that left your lips as he hid your things around the house. He imagined they’d be close to the noises you’d make when he finally got his mouth between your legs.
“What so you like it rough or something?” You asked laughing a little joking around.
Remer brought his lips to your neck again. “Maybe” he mumbled. “Would you be upset if I told you I intentionally try to piss you off?”
“By doing what?” This intrigued you.
He hooked his arms under your legs as he lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.
“Mm you know how your computer stopped working last week?” He asked against your shoulder.
“Remer what did you do?” You asked getting serious, your smile disappearing.
“I uh- well Coop was using the tv and I was just really horny- I had to get off and I was having trouble and-“
“Doug!” You gasped. You struggled against him until he let you down.
“Are you fucking serious?”
“I needed something to get off to- I didn’t mean to download a virus.” he protested.
“Remer I need that for work” you scolded him.
He gulped softly as your voice started to raise.
“I also, I did go through your drawers” he admitted sheepishly.
You felt heat rise to your face.
He started to approach you again.
“It’s just hard to control myself around you” he whined. “Your scent is just like intoxicating and you look better in your underwear than any model in a magazine I’ve ever seen.”
You couldn’t have any privacy living with two guys. They were always in your goddamn business.
“What, you want me to slap some sense into you?” You Huffed.
His eyes lit up. “I mean maybe that’d help me..” he said trying to restore him composure.
He definitely had pissed you off. You’re laptop was unusable due to the viruses he downloaded and you would need to buy a new one, you could hardly afford it and had to pick up extra shifts to even make the first payment. And he had denied touching it when you had confronted him and Coop.
But…the fact he liked being hit kinda turned you on and flipped a switch in you.
“Sit on the bed” you instructed.
He did as told rushing over to the bed. You watched his hard on which had started to go away grow again. The sight making you weak in the knees.
“I can’t believe you did that.”
“M’sorry, I’m just horrible aren’t I?” He teased pouting a little.
You bit your lip shaking your head in disapproval. He gulped nervously as you stood between his legs. His hands raised to your hips gripping them tightly. He looked up at you from where he was sitting.
“Someone’s gotta teach you not to touch other peoples things”
He nodded.
You stepped back a little watching him. “You’re always-always going through my shit. I never have any privacy.” You deprecated.
You could see the excitement in his eyes grow as you went on.
“You’re a fucking perv. Even to live here I had to expose some part of myself to you! You walk in without knocking, my clothing is always disappearing. When will it be enough?” You asked, getting yourself worked up.
“I can’t help myself around beautiful women” he shrugged innocently.
That’s it, he’d get what he wanted so badly.
You raised your palm seeing him wince before striking him on the cheek. The sound echoed throughout the bedroom and a thick silence lingered after. Doug’s face was turned to the side and his glasses had slipped down his nose.
A red mark was left behind on his cheek.
He grinned a little after regaining his composure. “Let me make it up to you”.
He stood up again towering over you. He turned you so the back of your knees were pressed against the bed.
“I’ll make you feel so good that you won’t have any choice other than to forgive me.” He looked down at you leaning forward.
“Yeah?” You looked up at him then back down at his soft lips.
“Mhm” his hand went to your chin tilting your head forward.
You don’t know how he could make your mood change back and forth this quickly.
“I’ll show you How well I can behave” he moved your chin forward so your lips met.
Sparks erupted in your stomach when you guys kissed. His hands trialing from your chin to your waist.
When he pulled away he kissed your jaw softly.
“‘N I still didn’t finish showing you what my mouth could do..”
This excited you your heart picking up pace.
He stepped forward, forcing you to fall back on the bed. You scooted towards the headboard as he followed in suit crawling onto the soft mattress.
“Let’s get these out of the way” he said placing his hands on your knees.
He parted your legs so he could get between them, his hands going back to grab your hips.
His hands slid under your shirt as he pressed kisses to your jaw, down your neck, sucking softly.
He rubbed circles into your hips as you sighed.
He was good with his mouth. And he was still only above your neck.
His hands slid up under your shirt, removing it.
“There.. now we’re equal” he smirked as he tossed it to the side.
Now you were both shirtless.
He kissed down your chest as your hand went to his hair massaging his scalp softly. He hummed against your skin.
He bit at the plush skin, causing your breath to hitch as you threw your head back.
“Mmm”
“You like that?”
“Mhmm”
He pulled your bra down releasing one of your breasts, coming free and bouncing softly.
Remer could have cum right there just at the sight of the soft skin jiggling and your nipple hardening as it hit the air, excited.
Like last time his mouth was quick to attach itself to it.
You let out a whine tugging on his hair. His moans vibrated against the sensitive bud causing you to tug even harder.
You could feel yourself getting wetter by the minute, your muscles contracting around nothing.
“Fuck..” you breathed out as he let his teeth graze past it.
“Doug..” you whined.
You hardly called him Doug. Usually it was only when you were mad at him. You usually addressed both boys by their last name like some sort of teammate or something.
Remer loved it when when you called him this.
He lifted his head up to meet eyes, going back to attack your lips. He bit down on your bottom lip sucking as he let his hand snake between your thighs, cupping your heat through your shorts. His glasses pressed against your face as he hungrily kissed you.
He removed his hand to hump against you, his hardened member poking your entrance through both your layers of clothes. You could start to imagine his girth just from that, making your heart beat excitedly in your chest.
You whined as you gripped his shoulders bringing your hips down to meet his.
He let out a low moan letting his hips buck back up, on instinct trying to push into you.
Precum was already starting to leak through his shorts as he was painfully hard, basically getting unintentionally edged when you had interrupted him earlier.
“As much as I like this…last time you said you’d only just begun to show me your mouths abilities..” you mumbled as breathed into his mouth “I wanna see what else that mouth can do.”
He pulled away grinning.
“If you insist.” His mouth went back to kissing your body, leaving a trail down to your stomach, Kissing, licking, and sucking all its way. His kisses were hot and wet, leaving a noise every time he let his lips detach from your skin.
When he made it to your waist band he sat up a little. He tapped your knees. “Up”
You brought your knees up so they were bent, Doug still in between them. He kissed your navel, licking the skin.
He sank down between your legs letting his nose rub against you through your shorts.
You gripped the sheets trying not to react.
“God I can feel the heat through your shorts, I didn’t know you had the hots this bad for me” he simpered up at you.
Your sure you were bright red from that comment. “Shut up” you scowled at him.
“Cchh-shh, calm down” he shushed.
He hooked his fingers under your waistband pulling your shorts off.
A smile crept up on his face as he pulled them past your ankles discarding them somewhere in the room.
“Shit, you do have the hots for me! Look how fuckin’ wet you are- I can see it through your panties” he grinned.
His words made your core throb, probably soaking the fabric even more. Of course you had the hots for him. Though you would never admit it because he could be the biggest ignorant and inconsiderate asshole ever, and you weren’t going to let him live with that satisfaction of his roommate fantasizing about being railed by him.
“Y-you’re just convenient” you fired back.
“Sure thing boss” he hummed raising his brows.
After taking off your bra, He hooked his fingers under your panties pulling them down, revealing your heat, exposed. You shivered as the cold air hit you.
He hooked one finger on each side of your underwear displaying it.
“Mmm- y’know I won’t take your bra but I’m definitely keeping these.”
You furrowed your brows at him.
“Remer- what did I say about taking my shit?”
He balled the panties up pressing them up to his nose, inhaling letting his eyes flutter shut.
The sight made you force out a shaky breath.
He opened his eyes, moving from between your legs. He moved to his bedside table, shoving the panties in the top drawer.
“Too bad” he mumbled pushing out his bottom lip, pretending to pout, mocking you.
He sunk back between your legs, brining his face down to your opening.
He blew softly on your heat, earning a whine out of you.
“You look delicious” he hummed.
You looked down at his curls, unable to see his face.
“I hope todays an all you can eat buffet” he said chuckling softly.
You rolled your eyes letting out a small laugh. “You’re stupid Doug.”
“I can’t think smart around you” he responded.
You painfully waited as he teased you, using his fingers to part your lips and mumbling things to himself that you couldn’t understand.
You whined, trying to urge him to touch or do anything to stimulate you.
“God you’re so fucking wet…” he muttered.
Finally he brought his face forward, starting slow and then picking up his pace, attacking your folds.
You bucked your hips at the sudden feeling, hand going to grip his hair.
He sucked on your clit, letting his teeth graze over your bud.
You pushed his face closer, causing his nose to press into your pubic hair and his glasses smushing against the skin.
You let out a mewl as he basically made out with your clit sucking at the sensitive skin. Lewd noises filled the room as he hungrily fed on you, echoing in the hot and quiet room.
He pulled his mouth away moaning softly, looking up at you. Your juices covering his chin.
“You taste so sweet” he whined out.
You reached down to pull his glasses off his face
“There, now they won’t be in the way” you put them on the dresser.
He Dove back down blowing on you.
He tsked
“Getting all over my clean sheets, you’re so messy”
Your cheeks flushed as he made comments about you.
“Gonna have to clean this mess up-“ he pushed his face between your thighs, his tongue entering you. You yanked on his hair.
“Doug!~”
He gripped onto your thighs to steady himself as he pushed his face forward seeing how deep his tongue could reach.
You let out a string of lewd noises as he tongue fucked you, muscles trying to clench around his tongue. his grip tightened on your thighs, definitely leaving bruises.
He lapped at your folds trying to clean up the mess you kept creating.
You could feel yourself already approaching your high. You hadn’t been touched in forever, let alone like this. And you were embarrassed to already be so close. But you’d never felt this pleasured before.
You bucked your hips up to meet his thrusts, his nose rubbing against your clit driving you crazy. He let his head relax as you gripped onto his hair, guiding it for him.
You moved your hips as you guided his head up and down, forcing his nose to stimulate your aching clit.
“I’m close” you cried as he sucked on your bud, feeling your muscles tighten.
He pulled his head away as you said that. When he looked up at you, you almost came at the sight. His cheeks were flushed and his nose down to his chin was glistening. He looked at you through half lidded eyes smiling.
You whined at the loss of his mouth, the cold air hitting you again making your muscles clench.
He sat up going to kiss you, forcing you to taste your own juices. You moaned as he knotted a hand in your hair, tugging gently.
He brought it around to the front where he squeezed your throat. You threw your head back gasping softly.
“Mm y’like that?” He mumbled into your neck nibbling on your ear lobe.
You nodded.
He kissed your jaw as he sat up.
“My tongue’s a little tired, I think I’m gonna show you the thing I’m best at” he smirked.
You gazed up at him through your lashes
“And what’s that”
He pulled down his shorts tossing them to the side leaving him in boxers, his member straining against them leaving no need for the imagination. A wet patch had leaked through. You pressed two fingers to the dark patch.
“That’s all because of you” he said nodding softly.
You hooked your fingers in his waistband, pulling them down. His member sprung out slapping against his stomach. He hissed lightly as the cool air hit him. Your eyes widened as you looked at him between your legs.
It looked even thicker up close and he had a thick bush. This somehow turned you on even more.
He seemed to notice the nervous expression on your face.
“Don’t worry. I’ll try not to split you in half” he said trying to suppress a smile.
You nodded as you leaned back resting on your elbows.
He rubbed his tip softly, precum leaking from it. He ran a hand down his member slicking it up with his own juices.
He leaned forward looking down trying to guide himself, a hand on his base.
The only sound was your heavy breathing, your chest rising and falling.
He kissed your neck softly.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow”
He lined himself up, pressing through your folds and guiding the tip in. You spread your legs apart even more hoping it would help open you up. Luckily you were wet enough for it not to be horrible.
“So wet I don’t even need lube” he breathed out.
You screwed your eyes shut digging your nails into his shoulder as he pushed himself in inch my inch.
Your muscles tightened around him as he slowly inched in until he bottomed out.
He filled you up perfectly. You felt so full.
He pressed his face into the crook of your neck as he let you adjust, waiting for the pained look on your face to go away.
You gave him a nod and he propped himself up.
His pace started slow at first. His girth moving in and out of you causing your head to roll back.
“Oh Doug..” you whimpered.
“Tell me how bad you want it” he mumbled into your ear.”
“I need you…so bad” you mewled cupping his face as he panted into your ear slowly thrusting in and out.
Those words were all he needed.
He pulled out to shift you, throwing your legs over his shoulder to get a better angle.
He Gripped your hips and gave you a quick kiss on the lips before slamming into you. You gasped gripping the sheets.
He immediately started ramming in and out of you at an inhumane pace.
You used one Hand to grip his shoulders, your nails digging into his soft skin and your other hand naturally went to his hair.
Wet noises filled the room as his hips met yours over and over again.
Doug was not quiet in bed and his moans and whines drove you crazy. He was definitely enjoying this as much as you were.
He leaned forward to give you a kiss every now and then, his nose pressing against your face. Though kissing wasn’t very successful. So lust drunk that it was basically you just moaning and panting into each other’s open mouths.
“So fucking tight- gonna loosen you up so much that you’ll feel empty unless I’m the one fucking you” he growled into your ear.
You nodded crying out as you yanked on his hair, his head falling back. You watched his eyes screw shut and his mouth hang open.
“Oh god..” he whimpered.
“Do that again” he begged as he fucked you harder, the headboard starting to hit the wall.
You tugged again harder this time.
“So good babe” he mewled. One of his hands went to your throat clamping around it as he fucked you senseless. Hips snapping forward.
You screwed your eyes shut as he cut off your airway feeling the high within your brain. Every few seconds he loosen his grip to hear you moan and let you breathe.
You felt your legs shake as they sat on his shoulders, heat pooling in your stomach.
Doug was determined to have you finish before him. He pressed a hand to your lower stomach increasing the pleasure.
You cried out, bucking your hips do meet his thrusts.
“Oh fuck Doug- I’m so close” you cried as he pressed in your stomach.
He nodded, a bead of sweat dripping down his face.
“Look at this (y/n)!” He grabbed your hair, yanking your head up to watch him thrusting inside you. You moaned as he did so.
“I’m the only one who can fill you this good!” He raised his voice, but a shaky whimper remained behind it.
“I’m the only one who can fill up a slut like you” he growled. His words sent you over the edge as you clenched around him, earning a high groan from him.
He furrowed his eyebrows as he let your hair go, letting you fall back into the pillows. Your body buzzed as he thrust into your sensitive spots, making you whimper.
His hand came up to palm your breast as he felt you start to clench around him, rolling your nipple between his fingers.
“Doug I’m close~..” you panted.
He nodded. “Come for me- look at me when you do”
You lifted your head to make eye contact with him as he thrust into you. You clenched around him as he watched you, his mouth slightly open.
You gripped his shoulders as you felt yourself peak.
“Mm say my name when you cum” he told you. He thrusted over and over into your sensitive spot as you reached your climax.
You felt your eyes roll back as your body clenched around him, shaking.
“Jesus- Doug!” You cried out as you came, harder than you had in a long time.
“M right here baby” he assured you, as he slowed down his pace a little.
You panted as you came down. He kissed you as you came back.
“M right behind you” he slowed down pulling out, his length fully erect and painfully hard.
You rushed to sit up shaking as you wrapped a hand around his length, pumping it as fast as you could get your buzzing arms to go. He sat between your legs moaning as he tugged on his own hair whimpering obscenities.
“M’ cumming” he warned.
You bit your lip panting as you sped up, rubbing his tip.
“Oh fuck, yes- yes (y/n)!” He cried
You watched as his eyes rolled back and hot cum spirted from his tip, getting on your stomach.
His mouth hung open as he came to, panting.
“Holy shit” he mumbled.
You nodded.
“And you were down the hall this whole time?” He breathed.
He looked down at you, propped up on your elbows, cum on your stomach and your own juices wetting the sheets beneath you.
He grabbed a tshirt from the floor cleaning your stomach.
Gross.
He laid down next to you, putting on his glasses and looking at you with half lidded eyes, pulling the blankets over you both.
“So m’ i any good?” He smirked kissing your jaw.
You nodded, still exhausted. “I can’t believe we hadn’t done this sober yet”
He nodded in agreement. “I can’t imagine how that time we were wasted went”
“I’ve been wanting you for so long” he smiled.
“Yeah?”
He hummed. “Yeah”
“Was it as good as you imagined?” You asked
“Better” he panted running a hand through his hair.
You sat in silence for a bit, listening to the air conditioning.
“Next time it’ll be even better” he assured you.
“Who said there’s gonna be a next time?”you said turning to face him.
He smiled “what, are you saying you didn’t enjoy this enough to do it again?”
You shook your head “wasn’t saying that at all…”
“Mm so like I said next time will be even better” he repeated turning to burry his head in the crook of your neck and splay an arm around your waist.
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I saw your doc ock post!!! I also just got into him!!! Ummm idk if you’re still writing but really anything regarding him as the recipient of stuffing, farting, diarrhea, and/or constipation would be great!!! Thank you!!!
(sorry that this is so late! hopefully its worth it, ive been very busy but also writing this on and off for a while. Thank you for the request it was a lot of fun :) enjoy!)
BEFORE YOU READ! This story contains lots of scat, stuffing, and m@sturb*tion, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+ i indulged myself a little more than usual lol
Doc rubbed his stomach, or at least tried with that annoying metal band in the way. He'd definitely never really been skinny, and the suit was designed to fit his body, but after the explosion it seemed to have clamped down onto him, and especially now that he was bloated; rolls of his tummy sticking out from the top and bottom of the belt. His poor stomach was pressing so hard on it the metal was bowing ever-so-slightly. The rubbing didn't help the ache, the only response from his gut being a horrible cramp and gurgle, weeks of trapped gas and waste and now what was probably a weeks-worth of cheap snack food swirling around. Being a super-villain you don't really have the best dietary options and can only really eat what you can steal, and primarily from gas stations unless you want to cause a scene over some steak. Another cramp surged through his intestines and he bent over to give room while he flexed his asshole with a grunt, pushing and pushing until his guts felt like they were going to burst. Nothing. Not even a fart. There had to be some way he could get things going, he'd been stuck in his lair barely making any progress on his generator because of this stupid bellyache, and it only seemed to get worse. But it wasn't like he could just stop eating! Then, he got an idea.
One of his four giant metal actuators crept over to the small fridge in the corner of the room; one of the many things he had invented to accomodate his stay in the ruins of his lab. The actuator opened it, and Otto was happy to find a full carton of milk. He'd gotten a little lactose intolerant as the years went by, not bad just enough to give him a solid case of the runs and some gas for a while, which he would gladly take on for relief. Another cramp shot through his gut, sending a gurgle out through his bowels. Excitedly, he bored down with his hands on his knees and pushed. His asshole gaped open, kissing the insides of his underwear, but again nothing. He groaned and opened the carton, ready to just chug it straight out. He didn't have any clean dishes anyway.
With the fullness in his stomach, which seemed already packed to the brim, the milk was not going down easy. Every few gulps he'd have to let off to calm down the nausea starting to build, and let out a few milky burps that only end up making him feel fuller. If before he was bloated, by half the carton was gone he was huge. His stomach gurgled nonstop, and he sat idly on the ground, milk in hand and a pack of crackers to help it wash down as his stomach expanded around the belt, coming over it on the sides with a red, angry hue. The pain was unbearable. Gurgles and groans that sounded sicker and sicker by the minute filled the room, accompanied with his animalistic grunts and curses as he desperately tried to get something out. He could feel the milk begin to seep into everything he had eaten, and then finally! Moving down his intestine. He could feel the burning inside him, and knew that his next load if it ever came was going to be liquid, but he looked forward to it if it meant he could actually poop. He didn't remember the last time he unloaded but it had definitely been over a week, maybe more. And he was usually a pretty consistent guy.
As the hours went by he had finally finished the jug and now sat on the floor, hands desperately kneading into his stomach as he let out dry burps and moaned through cramps. The milk was starting to run through his system, the pressure that once lie under his belt now pressing against some mass behind his asshole. Crawling on the floor, he threw his ass into the air, uncaring that he was still wearing pants and underwear, and pushed with everything he had. The mass moved maybe a centimeter.
"Come on..." he grunted to himself, and pushed again, feeling all of the hot mush in his rectum push against the hard turd. He was sweating now, teeth grit and eyes screwed shut as he lay unabashedly with his legs spread wide. He guessed he couldnt get anymore embarrassed than this, and two of his metal arms flew down to remove his pants. He hooked his naked legs over his arms and scooted down into place, his other arms steadied himself against the wall, holding him up as he shook and strained. Inch by inch, he could feel the hot liquid shit forcing the mass through his bowels, working him so hard he was breaking a bit of a sweat. "Please--" He grunted as hard as he could, flexing his asshole once more and a small pocket of air around the turd squirted out of him, blasting a jet of hot warm stink onto the floor in front of him.
His guts roiled, pushing desperately to get more out. He grunted and groaned, sounding somewhat primal as his eyebrows furrowed and face turned red in concentration. Several short and slightly damp farts shot out, each one carrying the mass a little more until it was finally resting against his asshole. He took a deep breath before giving it one final push, asshole puckering to reveal the large brown lump inside him, which didn't move. His guts groaned and churned around it, pushing the diarrhea that rest snugly behind it forward and compacting it even harder against the clog in his system. Trapped gas squelched and his eyes were starting to grow wet. Along with the strain, the embarrassment of the situation was very very real, even alone having his naked ass exposed like this felt alien.
The pressure in his stomach got worse, and the bottom of his belly and bowels bloated up, the pressure from the belt creating an even worse pain so bad he felt he would pop. He had to do something, and as another unsuccessful push traveled through his guts he grew desperate. His legs hiked up farther, and one arm came down to rest by his ass, hesitating. Was he really about to do this?
Gggrrgllgg... His stomach answered him, twisting in an agonizing affirmation, and his asshole was forced open another time. His fingers ventured inside, the rim wet and soft from forcing out what little gas he could, and lubing itself up to prepare for what was cooking in his guts. His middle finger slipped inside, and the foreign sensation made it feel like he was already messing himself, but he quickly found the log blocking said fate. It was hard and round inside him, stretching past the walls of his colon and stopping him up good. He knew there was no way he would be able to fit his fingers around the turd to pull it out, so instead he resigned to breaking it up. The sensation of having his fingers stuffed in his own ass, literally about to dig the shit out had already given him quite a tall erection, and he used some of the precum beginning to spit out of his cock as lube before venturing back into his hole.
The sensations were incredible; the pressure of his diarrhea crammed up behind the monster of a log he was currently dismantling, the sexuality of his fingers sliding in and out of his own butt, his massive erection steadily pumping thick hot precum out on his thighs... Even the actuators began to purr and click as they held his position on the floor for him. 20-30 minutes passed and the log was finally venturing closer and closer to the exit, now in still very large but easier to push out chunks. Sliding his finger out from his ass one last time, giving his aching belly and encouraging pat, and moaning out an even more encouraging grunt, Otto began pushing again. His asshole bloomed open, sore and irritated, and he could feel several large knobs of solid feces begin sliding out, fast. Wet farts forced themselves out, pushing his turds to go even faster until one exceptionally juicy fart was plugged by a soft, wet 'ppllrrfffbbt' as his asshole stretched around the first turd. His stomach groaned, the belt forcing even more pressure than he was applying as a hard, slippery shit shot from his asshole, letting out a series of wet sharts that stained the dark floor of his lair with a muddy brown. The turd fell on the floor, resting beneath his asscheeks with a soft noise unheard over the crackling of the rest of his load and his grunting. His face was certainly red from the struggle, and sweat rolled down his face as he filled the room with animalistic moans. His hole didn't even have time think about closing to rest before two more turds were forcing their way out, nudging over the first one to make room in their pile on the floor.
The bottom of Otto's asscheeks were smeared a dirty brown, and the whole room smelled of shit, an odd turn-on the physicist found as another hot smelly jet of farts covered the pile. The pressure was slightly better, but his stomach roiled and bowels moaned, and he knew he was nowhere close to finished. The next load that slid out of his hole was significantly softer and more malleable, pockets of chunky brown liquid sliding out the sides of each piece of mushy shit. The release was incredible; more than a weeks worth of waste all forcing its way out of him at once. As his asshole bloomed harder, forcing a small spurt of shit that began a trickling stream of thick diarrhea, he took one hand to his hard cock. Slowly, he began pumping it, and his moans of pain and grunts of relief turned into those of pleasure.
By this time he was having full on diarrhea, the milk having degraded all of the shit in his body to a thick, chunky liquid like a chowder. His legs were raised in the air, asshole on full display as it worked, the lips blooming open to kiss out more disgusting mud. The sounds were much louder and wetter, his farts becoming more frequent and intense, blasting chunk after chunk of poop all over the floor in front of him, going feet past the huge pile he'd created. Each wet noise from his body send a throbbing wave of arousal through his cock and stroked up the base, sending him closer and closer to coming, but he had more to go.
His ass squirted steadily for about 3 or 4 minutes, and by the time it finally tapered down his poor abused hole felt like fire. He actually had to push to get the final chunks out; mostly just degraded sludge and loud, hot farts. His stomach felt empty, a welcome feeling considering the past week and more of pain, and he realized how hungry he actually felt. Looking down at his pile, or more a smear, of poo he thought about how full he'd felt, and how bloated. All of that having been stored up inside him, brewing and going soft in his rectum. The idea sent him over the edge. At the same time the very last slippery turd slid out of his butt into the shitcastle, his cock throbbed and thick, hearty ropes of cum spurted out of it, adding what appeared to be whipped cream to a hot fudge sundae. With one last, airy fart splitting open his asscheeks, he laid down completely on the floor beside his pile, absolutely exhausted. One of his actuators crawled up, almost seeming embarrassed as it presented him a napkin, and upon his go-ahead, slinked around his legs to wipe up his ass. It was beyond disgusting, coated in diarrhea and would definitely smell awful for a while, as would the rest of his lair. He just hoped it wouldn't hinder him too much as so he couldn't focus on his project, now that he could finally get back to it.
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Abundance
Part 2 of Bread and Tea
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Summary: Christmas Eve is in the air, as is the snow and the winter chill. You’re baking an apple pie before your cozy holiday festivities begin, and someone’s sneaking bites from the filling.
Tags/Warnings: No warnings, this is just pure fluff, soft!Crosshair, domestic Crosshair, baking, coziness, and my closest attempt at a Moonstrider Holiday Special lol
A/N: I made some apple pie in advance for Christmas Eve (I’m writing this on Dec. 23rd) and thought of this story idea. I was initially going to write a Moonlight series short story, but then I remembered I had this series among my WIPs and it felt so fitting and so right that I rushed up here to write it once all the baking was done. It’s self-indulgent as ever, so I hope you’ll enjoy some soft!Crosshair in a holiday setting. Merry Christmas to those who celebrate, and happy New Year!
Word count: 2k
The song that inspired this was Abundance by Chris Mazuera, because I love listening to this cozy song whenever I’m baking something. Enjoy!
A preheating oven was exactly what the cottage needed.
The fireplace was your most reliable friend in the winter when the cottage got chilly, but the oven was still unmatched, as if it were your very own secret weapon. Whether you needed comfort, warmth, or a food craving needed to be satisfied, it never failed you. The smell of the recently made apple filling, a combination of cinnamon and butter and sugar and maple syrup—your secret ingredient—alongside those ripe, honey crisp apples, blended with the scent of the oak wood crackling in the chimney.
It was like a symphony to you. It was like home.
You turned the stovetop off and let the apple filling rest on its pot, hopefully allowing it to cool down enough while you worked on the crust. You’d be kneading and folding and spreading dough for a while, all in your carefully figured out system that came after years and years of baking. Apple pie was more of a tradition than a recipe now, so much that you didn’t even need the cookbook handy anymore. You knew that recipe well-enough by heart now. So you let the filling rest and cool and you turned your back on it, now facing the kitchen island where your dough was sitting ready for you to work on it.
Dough work took up all of your concentration, or most of it at least. Usually, you still had some focus to spare on the rest of the world around you. You could hear the wind, the fireplace, you could even hear your man’s steps coming and going from the kitchen.
He said nothing, as he usually would. The words that his oldest brother had used to describe him when he first introduced you to him came to mind—not much of a conversationalist. That definitely held up until that very moment when you rolled out the main disk that would go on your pie pan. He would walk into the kitchen, and then the pacing would stop. He would remain still for a moment, completely silent, most likely watching you at work. Then, he would make his way back into the living room to sit by the fireplace.
And then, he would repeat that.
Your mind began to wander. Whenever Crosshair was curious about something you were doing, he would stand still and observe you the whole time, never really bothering to comment anything, just watching. But it felt odd to you that this time he seemed to come and go. Perhaps, given the observative nature of a former sniper, he’d also gotten the recipe for an apple pie down to every last detail. You’d baked it so many times in that cottage that he must have known it by now.
Your train of thought was broken by the sound of his steps returning to the kitchen. When you felt him stopping, you stopped rolling out the dough and looked over your shoulder, and you caught him in the act. When he felt you looking, Crosshair’s eyes landed on you, standing perfectly still, but it was already too late for him to retrieve his hand from the pot of apple pie filling, with a piece of spice and sugar coated apple clutched between his fingers.
“Gotcha,” you teased.
Still staring straight into your eyes, Crosshair took the piece of apple to his mouth and ate it.
You gasped dramatically. “Have you no shame?”
“You should take this as a compliment,” he said as he reached for another cube of apple. “It’s pretty good.”
“Don’t try to mask your antics with flattery,” you turned your body to fully face him “I have a pie to fill, and that’s gonna be hard if you keep eating that.”
Crosshair shot his signature smug grin at you, his eyes gleaming with the will to tease, as his hand slowly reached into the pie filling pot once more. His teeth bared slightly as he waited for your reaction.
Of course you were going to play along.
“Don’t you dare,” you raised a brow at him.
Crosshair inched his hand closer to the filling.
“I am warning you, Crosshair, do not touch one more piece of that filling,” you said as you took your wooden roller and pointed it at him like a makeshift sword.
“You dare point that thing at me?” Crosshair raised how brow at you.
“I’m the baker, and right now, this kitchen is my domain,” you said. “You have no power here.”
“Watch me,” he said as he snatched another piece of apple and ate it while looking you in the eyes.
You put the roller down and crossed your arms, faking annoyance. “You’re not getting any presents tomorrow.”
“You’re going to cave,” he mused as he began walking up to you. “You know why?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” you began to turn around, reaching for the roller, but his hand was over yours before you could lift it from the counter top.
“Because you love it when I tease you,” Crosshair purred.
His soft grip on your hand made you let go of the roller again. His hands then made his way up to your shoulders, rubbing up and down as he felt the warm yarn of your gray sweater under his palms. “You’re soft.”
“You’re not sweetalking me,” you averted your gaze, still playing along in your role of unamused girlfriend.
“I believe I am,” Crosshair grinned as he noticed the reddish taint on your cheeks. “Hey?”
“Not listening,” you said, but a smile took over your lips as you suppressed a giggle.
“Hey,” Crosshair cooed again, his hands squeezing your arms as he leaned down and pressed his lips onto yours.
You could never resist Crosshair’s kisses. His lips on yours made all of your walls come down, and your arms went up around his neck while his arms traveled down around your waist, pressing your body closer to his. Crosshair pulled you up and made you stand on your toes, and he gave your body a tiny squeeze that made you giggle into the kiss. The sound was music to his ears, and he moaned into the kiss in that low, smooth voice that you loved so much.
“Mm,” you squirmed in his grip. “Cross, I have to finish the pie.”
As you talked, Crosshair kept smooching your cheeks and your jawline, hoping to draw more of those sweet giggles that he adored from you. Although he succeeded, he was then met by you gazing in his eyes with a blend of sweetness and firmness somehow only you could manage.
“That oven’s going to finish preheating any moment now,” you whispered.
Softly, Crosshair helped settle you down on your feet. “Mind if I watch?”
“Go ahead,” you grinned and turned around, taking your wooden tool to finish rolling out the dough.
Crosshair watched as you cut some strips of dough and set them apart for the lattice, some finer than others, and he watched as your fingers delicately took the time to put three of those strips together and form them into a braid long enough to go around the pie’s full circumference. Crosshair’s lips curved into a smile as he watched you, and though you couldn’t see his expression, you felt his arms wrapping tighter around you.
“You really do love this,” he whispered.
You smiled at his remark. “Yeah.”
When you finished up the braid of dough, you took a quick moment to count the strips of dough that you had and turned around in Crosshair’s arms, smiling softly at him. “I’m going to need that filling now.”
“Of course,” his eyes gleamed with mischief again.
“Cross,” you said.
Crosshair chuckled and went to get the filling from the stove for you. He handed it to you without having taken a single piece of apple, and you mouthed the words thank you when you took the pot from him. Crosshair went back to embracing you as you put the disk of rolled out dough onto the pie dish, delicately taking it and tucking it in so that it would rest perfectly along the dish’s shape, never pulling or tugging or doing anything that would suggest rushing the process.
You then took the filling and placed it within the dough, spoonful by spoonful. The scent of apple mixed with cinnamon and butter filled your nostrils, and unconsciously you hummed in delight at one of your favorite scents in the world. And while you basked in the joy that assembling the pie brought to you, Crosshair continued to watch as he enjoyed the warmth of having you close in his arms. He watched as you put the last couple of spoonfuls of filling into the pie and set the dishes aside, and he knew it was time for you to start building the lattice to finish it off.
The little gleam of mischief returned to Crosshair’s eyes once more, and even if you couldn’t see him as he hugged you from behind, you felt one of his hands lifting from your body only for you to see it reaching into the pie for another piece of apple. You then heard as Crosshair ate the softened, caramelized apple, and you couldn’t help but giggle. He reached in another two or three times—you were too amused to count—as you finished assembling the pie’s top, and even then, he reached into one of the gaps where he could reach for one last piece.
Crosshair got one more chance to admire the delicacy and care of your work when you put egg wash over the pie’s crust, and he only unwrapped his arms from around you when it was time to put the pie into the oven. You were careful when you placed it inside, feeling the heat around you, and when you closed the oven door and turned around, you were met with Crosshair smiling softly at you, a look that you loved with your soul and simply couldn’t see enough times.
“Come here,” Crosshair said so softly it was nearly a whisper.
Without hesitation, you walked into his arms and reached up to cup his cheeks while you kissed him. He kissed you back tenderly with one of his hands reaching to the back of your neck, entwining his fingers gently through your hair. But as much as Crosshair was enjoying the kiss, he parted from you to lead you over to the living room.
He took a seat on the couch in front of the fireplace, and you went over to sit leaning on him, but only after reaching for a blanket you could pull over you both. You leaned back and were engulfed by his warmth, feeling comforted by the fluffy blanket on top of you, and as you settled into the couch and heard the crackling of the fireplace, you felt Crosshair begin to play gently with your hair again.
“What are you thinking?” You asked him.
Crosshair hummed. “You’re happy.”
You smiled softly, and under the blanket, your hands found his to give them a squeeze.
“I’m happy here,” you said. “And I’m happy with you.”
“You never think of wanting more?” He asked.
You shifted in your place to look over your shoulder enough to look him in the eyes. “All that I love and value most in the world is right here, Crosshair. I’ve seen a world outside of this place, but ultimately this is where I want to be.”
Crosshair smiled and leaned in to give your temple a soft kiss. “Then here you’ll stay.”
You smiled and turned around again, settling your weight fully onto Crosshair and the couch beneath you, with his words echoing inside you as you took in the sounds around you—the wind, the fireplace, Crosshair’s breathing, the ticking of the timer set for your pie. That place you loved so much would be where you stayed.
And it would be where you always returned.
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Somehow, im inspired to write that 'revision fic'.
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(EDIT : u can skip but heres another snippet for u (3 separate bits that fit together nicely, actually haha) cuz hihi.
THE AU: As i said, its a failed "3"rd regression context, where yjh is now in his "4"th round. The last memory he has of kdj is him dying, and to make things worse "In this round, that guy doesn't exist." is a thing, so yjh freaks out a bit but hes totally normal about this whole ordeal & the fact that he doesnt even remembers kdj's face now. Wdym! Hes fiiiiiine!
sorry lol back to the actual post : (,hope u enjoyed that little treat tho^^))
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!!THAT [Somehow, im inspired to write [...]] HAS NEVER HAPPENED TO ME BEFORE!!. I always like. do an outline for the overall story and vibe, then flesh out the start or something and cook up a little 500 (probably unsatisfying) words for fun kind of as a bonus. Keep it mostly for my private enjoyment and move on before the story comes to life.
And that's okay... Yes, it would be cooler to actually write the AU ideas i get in novel or comic form instead of having them stay at just the 'sketch' & 'idea/brainstorm' phase before i get another idea and leave them to dust up in the pile,,
But yeah, its okay.
In the few years since ive started getting ideas for more elaborate aus/fics, ive noticed that my ideas improved with time. (no shit, i know, but it makes me happy! i grew up!!! i can see it.)
My planning methods are better too. So all of that unfinished or abandoned stuff is not at all useless work in my eyes. And who knows, maybe one day i'll bring them back.
--> as a plus, all my fandom brainrot experiences even get transferred into my OC stuff, and frl whenever i read my notes these days (or listen to my voice memos lol) and im just like "HOW DID I THINK OF THIS WOW" or "WHEN DID I PUT THIS LIKE THIS? IT WORKS!" (not to brag or anything but my oc lore goes hard ☝️)
BUT. NOW THIS IS UNEXPECTED.
I DID NO PLANNING. I just started writing for orv and its. Lowkey, good ???? Dont get me wrong i only have 1.5k right now and there are clear holes i have to fill and stuff but... CLEAR HOLES! CLEAR HOLES. Sure Im used to being like "something of the sort should go there..." BUT THIS TIME ITS "THIS SHOULD GO THERE, ILL WRITE IT LATER BUT THE IMAGE IS IN MY MIND, CLEAR AS WATER, AND ONCE I START PUTTING IT ON THE PAGE ISTG THOSE WORDS WILL STREAM OUT OF MY FINGERS AS IF IT WAS A NORMAL OCCURENCE FOR ME" ,,- !??? Yo!
Anyways. Point is that somehow theres interesting stuff going on in my gg doc and the more i write the more i know where i want to go, so that's cool, i feel all powerfull for once
idk if that ease is going to stay once im done with the first scenes (ughh!!! theres so much potential!!!!!!!!) but hopefully yes. either way ill probably post it so im not baiting yall with a "um actually im writing smt rn --- *never shares with the class*"
--- either 1) things go well and i write a "real fic" (!? wtf that wasnt my plan!)
--- or 2) i only post the finished version of what i have now (expect around 5k? (i have no idea actually)) and we wait together to see if i pick up the idea again haha. (i do wish to write it tho! im not a 'writer' writer but i want to be one, u get me?)
! thank u see u byebye
#orv fic#orv au#nhoblu narration#(<- thats gonna be my all encompassing AU-FIC-OCS lore n stuff tag now ive decided hehe)#next step is to make an art tag (another day lol. ill make a post :3)#orv#전독시#전지적 독자 시점#omniscient reader's viewpoint#writing
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Its November fucking first, Halloween is over, the ground is covered in snow and I've been rehearsing for the christmas show for a month so there will no longer be any stopping me
Ok so best laid plans of mice and men yadda yadda I did not in fact complete whumptober in time, but fear not, I'm still filling all the requests, I've got a lot written, just be patient and it'll all come hopefully by the end of November.
Related to that, I promised that since whumptober was to be all batman related, I'd run something with similar rules for all the non-batman fandoms I'm in when I had time to refamiliarize with those source materials. Originally I said December, with Winter Whumpterland in mind, but as much as I love everyone's ideas, I need to return to my own creative roots for a while after this batch, so instead I'm looking at taking those requests for either Januwhump or Trop-A-Thon (run by amonthofwhump), based on my school schedule. Januwhump would have 15 days of prompts + Alt, Trop-A-Thon is one week with 4 optional prompts per day. If y'all want something more like whumptober, 30 days with a theme and 3 options per day, you'll have to wait for June of Doom. Please drop me a line here or on AYW 31 to say which option you'd like best
Between now and whenever that is however comes my favorite holiday (like literally 10% of my fics are christmas themed... oops) along with HOLIDAY BREAK FROM SCHOOL WHICH MEANS WRITING TIME! Now I usually dabble in some amount of Winter Whumpterland bc I can't help myself when it comes to hurting the batboys it seems, BUT.
Last year (and the year before, only I chickened out lol) I sort of tried to make my own start up event for Christmas called Christmas Countdown Playlist, because music is my favorite thing about my favorite holiday. This time I wanted to reach out (since I... know people? Am tumblring?) And ask whether anyone would be interested in me making an annual Thing of this event. The gist would be
12 days of prompts all based on christmas songs or lyrics
Still open to any faith or nonfaith, just that xmas songs are what inspire my generalized prompts
Fluff whump angst anything goes
Any type of created content
Open from Thanksgiving to new years to participate as much or as little as desired
Thanks so much for reading and I hope to hear from ya soon!
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everything happens for a reason part 16 - zuko x fem!reader
I miss you more than anything
part 15 | masterlist | part 17
a/n: SO. it has only been a minor 116 days since the last chapter. lol. i am so sorry for the delay, my inspiration to write for this series has been pretty low lately but all the sweet comments you guys have left abt this series has brought it back and it's finally here !! thank you to everyone that's kept with this throughout the constant month-long waits, i love you all and your support means the world<3 this chapter jumps around in pov quite a bit but hopefully it works out alright
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warning(s): angst, a lot of angst, katara, zuko, and yn's inner turmoil lol, prisons and bad conditions, and some more angst
chapter title comes from francis forever by mitski
The flowers were in bloom.
Camellias, roses, peonies, fire lilies, silver wisterias. Their aroma was almost overwhelmingly sweet, but it signaled the change of seasons, the slow descent into the notoriously torturous Fire Nation summer. While Zuko would normally be reluctantly preparing for a trip to Ember Island or engaging in rigorous training to fill the hours in the absence of school lessons, his days instead consisted of politics and meetings.
He was — once again — the crown prince. The Fire Lord’s heir, the next leader of the Fire Nation, the one who would have the honor of leading a fully united world after a century of war with the Fire Nation at its helm. It was what he had been fighting for all his life, what he had spent the past three years in exile for, what he had cast aside everything for. This — the life of the prince he was supposed to be — was what Zuko was meant for.
And yet he couldn’t even look himself in the mirror.
When he did, he was met with a person he hardly recognized. Dark circles underneath his eyes, prominent cheekbones, shaggy hair that constantly fell in his line of sight. To anyone that asked he simply cited hard work, the excuse of all his new duties more than enough to get someone off his back.
Zuko didn’t understand it. Everything was perfect. He had the title, the honor, the respect — for Agni’s sake, he even had the girl. He and Mai got together shortly after his return to the Fire Nation, and she was everything a noble son could have wanted.
He should’ve been happy, grateful, ecstatic to have the life he’d always wanted after so long, but the only constant in his life seemed to be unrelenting anger. He snapped at every guard, every servant, Mai, Ty Lee, Azula — everyone that went farther than a greeted nicety that wasn’t his father.
How could he have everything he had ever wanted but still be so miserable?
“Zuko? Did you hear me?”
Zuko was jarred from his thoughts by Mai’s voice, and he blinked a couple times as he met her eyes again. In all the years he’d known her, he didn’t think he had ever seen her smile. In a weird way, he was thankful for the lack of emotion. He didn’t have to worry about the seemingly ever-present scowl he bore most days when Mai was the same way.
He shook his head. “No. What’d you say?”
Mai sighed. “Ty Lee won’t stop talking about going into town to see the lanterns and the barges they’re setting up for the festival, and she finally managed to wear me down. I was wondering if you wanted to come with us tomorrow night.”
Zuko frowned. “There’s a festival coming up?”
“The Festival of Szeto,” she responded. “You haven’t been to one in a while, so I thought it would be…” Mai rolled her eyes a bit, “…nice.”
He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat, barely managing a nod. “Yeah. Sure.”
Mai nodded as well then stood up from the chaise, walking over to the door frame before she turned to face him. “I should go. Azula requested Ty Lee and I join her for something tonight; I need to get ready for whatever she’s planning.”
“You’ve been talking a lot about Ty Lee lately,” Zuko said, not looking back at her as he got up as well and crossed over to his desk, the furnished wood covered by heaps of papers.
There was something heavy in Mai’s silence, and he felt the weight of her gaze on his back. “She’s one of the only people I can tolerate in this place. You’re not exactly easy to be around these days.”
Zuko clenched his jaw, his hand tightening into a fist on the table. “It’s not like you’re any better.”
“You don’t really inspire happiness,” Mai retorted. “At least I can talk to people without them being afraid I’ll explode if they say the wrong thing. You’re a walking fire hazard Zuko, and it’s so painfully obvious that it’s because of her.”
He whipped around, a familiar fire blazing in his irises. “What are you saying?”
“You know exactly what I’m saying.” Mai crossed her arms. “You refuse to eat fruit tarts, you hate silver wisterias, you snap at every servant, and you can’t even look me in the eye some days. I can’t even mention her without you losing your temper. You have everything you could ever want, but you’re still stuck in the past.”
Zuko glared at her. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She just shook her head, the same deadpan expression as ever. But there was something else in her eyes, something he couldn’t place. “Azula was right. You really aren’t over her.”
Before Zuko had a chance to say anything, Mai left, shutting the door behind her. He stewed in a suffocating silence until it became too much, his rage manifesting in a frustrated roar as he slammed his fist into his desk. The pain didn’t faze him, his breathing slightly ragged as he lifted his head and stared out the window.
Y/N. Mai didn’t mention her by name, but Zuko knew. He always knew; he knew her, and it was— she was— the source of every problem in his life. He hadn’t seen her in weeks, not since he had made the misguided decision to visit her in the prisons, and yet she managed to consume his every waking thought without lifting a finger.
Everything in his life was perfect except for her. Except for Y/N, the girl he never should have fallen for and had no reason to feel anything else for, especially not now. What he said, he wanted so badly to be true. He wanted to hate her, he wanted to banish her from his mind, he wanted every part of her erased from every part of him.
But every Agni-damned thing in the Fire Nation reminded him of her.
The silver wisterias that grew in the gardens. The fabrics the servants used to mend his clothes, the servants themselves. The fruit tarts in the kitchens. He nursed any injuries on his own, unable to even think about stepping foot in the infirmary.
Zuko pulled away from his desk and sat against the side of his bed, burning holes into the floorboards with the heat of his glare.
Mai was right. If he didn’t get rid of this guilt, if he didn’t let go of the past, he would never be free. And he wasn’t going to give up everything he had fought for over a childish crush.
His hands once again clenched into fists, the loose fabric of his tunic bunching up underneath. He had to forget his uncle, he had to forget Y/N , he had to forget every memory of the Avatar and his team and the disappointment and anger that each of them looked at him with that night in Ba Sing Se.
He just had to figure out how.
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So this was the Boiling Rock.
It truly was deserted. An island in the middle of a boiling lake surrounded by rock that rose miles above the water, a sight that never failed to instill that feeling of worthlessness that was growing all too familiar.
She did not belong here, isolated from everyone she knew in an inescapable prison with only the worst criminals for company. It instilled a sick sense of dread in her, that this was what the Fire Nation, or at least those in power, thought of those fighting against them to bring back peace.
Y/N realized that Princess Azula had certainly made good on her promise the moment she was loaded onto the airship, one in a line of many other prisoners. With her spine ramrod straight and features tightened into a trained mask of stoicism, she was almost able to fool the others into thinking she wasn’t absolutely terrified. She got good looks at her fellow inmates on the gondola ride over to the prison, and saying she was intimidated was an understatement.
Fellow inmates. It was strange to think of it like that, but it was her reality now. Back in the Fire Nation, she was completely alone. Here, she was surrounded by criminals, all much older than her and likely far more grizzled. She was out of her league in so many ways — one of the guards had warned the others about her waterbending (or lack thereof) and it only served to make her more vulnerable.
Y/N had a feeling that the prisoners here didn’t care for outsiders.
After becoming the not-so-proud owner of an ill-fitting red jumpsuit and going through a very blunt orientation warning them of what would happen if they were even a step out of line, she was introduced to her new home for the foreseeable future.
The cell was cramped, dry, and uncomfortable in every way. Boasting no windows, a single cot with a blanket so thin she could have torn it herself, and absolutely nothing else, she was truly living the life of luxury.
She sat on the sorry excuse for a bed and pulled her knees up to her chest as she backed against the wall, and the slow, methodical breathing she had learned from Aang was the only thing keeping her somewhat calm.
This was it.
Y/N was in a Fire Nation prison with no means of escape, her friends were on the other side of the world with no idea of what had happened to her, Aang was really and truly gone with no chance of rebirth, and the world’s last chance at peace was foiled with the fall of Ba Sing Se.
There was no second chance. There was no ‘sleep on it, try again tomorrow’ — they had lost everything. She had lost everything.
She was going to live out the rest of her short, pitiful life as a non-bending, traitorous prisoner, completely separated from everyone and everything she’d ever loved.
In the darkest moments of her life, Y/N had always been able to look to the sky, at least comforted by the notion that Yue was watching over her. No matter where she was, Yue was always there. But here, surrounded by concrete and not even granted the luxury of barred windows, stargazing was not an option.
She no longer even had the moon to turn to.
She had lost.
And she was purely and truly alone.
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“I honestly thought I wouldn’t be able to deal with the Fire Nation weather, but it’s actually pretty nice.” Sokka cleaned his machete as he spoke, needing something to do with his hands while he waited for dinner. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the South, but it’s nice not having to worry about freezing to death all the time.”
Aang gave him a strange look. “You worried about freezing to death all the time?”
He brushed his question off with his hand. “You get used to it after a while. I like not having to wear parkas everywhere, especially at night. This seaside breeze?” Sokka smiled as he inhaled the salty scent, gesturing towards the water with his machete. “Almost makes up for the Fire Nation chasing us everywhere.”
“You have very low standards,” Katara said dryly, glancing over at him as she stirred a pot of soup with her waterbending.
“Hey,” he shrugged, “low standards means that you’re never disappointed. It helps with your cooking.”
She rolled her eyes at his remark, but she couldn’t hold back her smile. “Keep that up and you’ll be hunting for food on your own.”
Sokka held up his hands in defense, but Toph just groaned from her spot on the ground, her blank gaze aimed at the night sky. “Are you gonna be done soon? I’m starving.”
“You’re in luck,” she said, and she started bending their pitiful excuse for a meal into the wooden bowls they had picked up a hundred villages ago.
They didn’t have much after their loss in Ba Sing Se, the sum of their journey having been reduced to the few possessions each of them kept in their bags after they were forced to flee from the city.
There wasn’t much in terms of food where the four of them had been staking out lately either — the rations Hakoda had provided them before they left the Water Tribe fleet ran out despite their best efforts to make them last, leaving Sokka to scrounge up what he could on his usual scavenging trips and Katara to cook something up with the little ingredients and tools they had. It was a con to camping out in the middle of the Fire Nation, but underneath Sokka’s and Toph’s complaints, they would agree that it was a small price to pay to avoid anyone from the Fire Nation.
Katara finished filling all of the bowls and she started passing them out, but when she got to her own she froze in place. “Oh.”
Sokka had already started digging in — the broth might’ve been largely flavorless, but it was better than nothing — but he looked up from his bowl at his sister. “What?”
She sat down with a solemn expression, but he could see the emotions warring on her face. “I… I made five.”
The three words drained all of the earlier lightness out of the atmosphere, leaving the four of them in a heavy silence at the indirect mention of their lost companion.
“It just…” Katara sighed as she set her bowl on the dirt, her appetite suddenly gone. “It just doesn’t feel right without her. I’ve always known we were friends, best friends, but I never knew how much I would miss her until she wasn’t here anymore. I always end up wanting to tell her things, and then I remember she’s not here, and I…” She trailed off, her gaze falling to the ground, but Toph nodded.
“She could actually take a joke,” she said with a smile. “She looked out for me and she took care of me, but she never treated me like I was a child. I could tell that she cared in her own way, and that was special.”
“You are a child,” Sokka said.
“You know what I mean.”
“I do,” he chuckled. “And I miss her too. We have this— this kind of bond that you guys can’t understand — I think it has to do with Yue, but she just always got me. She got all of us.” Sokka looked at his sister and shrugged. “You’re right. It feels wrong without her.”
“I feel like it’s my fault,” Katara muttered. “I was down there when she sacrificed herself. I should’ve been faster, I should’ve been able to help her somehow—”
“You can’t do that to yourself, Katara,” Sokka interrupted. “You did everything you could— she made the choice to stay down there.”
“Do you blame me for not helping her?” Aang asked. “Do you blame me for going down in the Avatar state?”
“Of course not,” she said with a frown. “You saved us all — we had no idea what Azula was going to do.”
Toph nodded. “And do you blame Sokka and me for not being down there?”
“No!” she exclaimed, her brows creasing even further. “How could I blame you all?”
Aang gave her a knowing look and she chuckled lightly as she nodded. “Oh. I see what you’re doing.”
“If you can’t blame us for it, then you can’t blame yourself for what happened to Y/N.” Aang gave her a small smile. “She wouldn’t want you to blame yourself anyways. You know that.”
“Just because I know it doesn’t mean it’s easy to accept,” Katara sighed. She fiddled with her hands as she stared down at the ground, a question weighing on her mind that she could barely bring herself to ask.
“Do you think she’s still…?” Katara trailed off again, but the implication was obvious as it hung heavily in the air.
“She has to be,” Aang said, and he sounded so sure of himself it was hard to think otherwise. “There’s no other option than her being okay.”
Toph nodded. “She’s tough. You said she was a servant there before all of this, right? If she’s handled the Fire Nation before, she can do it again.”
Katara nodded as well, offering another soft smile to her friends in thanks for their efforts. “Yeah. She’ll be fine.”
She didn’t know if she believed her words, to tell the truth. But she kept repeating them to herself in her head, hardly paying attention as the rest of the group idled onto another topic of conversation.
“Wherever you are,” she murmured so quietly no one could hear, “I hope you know that I miss you.”
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Zuko stared up at the ceiling, his eyes burning from a lack of rest but his mind unable to shut off. It was almost funny, how he dragged through each day completely exhausted, yet once the night came he could never find the sweet release of sleep.
Nights like these had become far more frequent than they should have, his habits becoming so unhealthy even Mai was beginning to worry. He let out a frustrated growl as he sat up, running one of his hands through his unkempt hair, shaggy layers continuing to grow the more he ignored it.
“Guess your lies aren’t helping you sleep as much as you thought they would.”
Zuko’s head shot up at the sound of a voice, his wild eyes darting back and forth looking for the source. When he found it, his eyes widened.
“What?” His voice was low, barely more than a whisper, and for a moment he wondered if this was it, if he was really going crazy.
She was there — Y/N, his waterbender, the link to his past that he was trying so Agnidamned hard to forget—
“Did you think it would be that easy to get rid of me?” She was almost taunting him from her spot, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. Dressed in the grime-covered tunics all prisoners were forced to wear, looking just the way she had the day he visited her in the cells, it was hard to tell himself that she wasn’t really here. “I’ve always been a part of you, Zuko. You know that just as well as I do.”
“No,” he said, already on the edge of rambling, “no, you’re not—”
“Why do you keep trying to deny it?” she asked, her composed features in stark contrast to his own desperation. “You haven’t stopped thinking about me since the day I escaped the Fire Nation. Even when you’ve betrayed me, when I’m supposed to be your enemy, you bring me here like this.”
“I didn’t do anything,” he muttered, his hands clenching into fists around the fabric of his sheets. “I’m trying to forget you, and when I finally do, I’ll be free.”
She laughed mirthlessly. “That’s how you think this will go? That eventually, you’ll forget me, and you’ll be able to move on without the pesky little waterbender weighing you down.”
Y/N stood up from the wall and walked towards the bed, stopping at the foot as she crossed her arms. Zuko knew it wasn’t real, that she wasn’t real, but he could hardly keep himself from reaching out on instinct.
“You betrayed me. You betrayed your uncle. You don’t just get to forget what you did to us, go on and live your happy royal life.” She practically spit her words, and Zuko flinched. “This will destroy you from the inside out. And I hope to the spirits it does.”
“Why won’t you leave me alone?” Zuko was almost begging now, and even though he hated the desperation in his voice he couldn’t help it. “I can’t help you anymore. I have no choice, just— just leave me alone!”
Her lips quirked up in a sardonic smile as she tilted her head to the side slightly. “I’m not even here, Zuko. You did this. You did this.”
Her mockery, her taunts, her being so close and yet completely unobtainable, the fact that everything she said was true. Zuko couldn’t take it anymore, the last of his weakened façade breaking as he felt the temperature rise around him.
“Get out of my head!” he yelled, a blast of fire shooting out from his fists in a desperate effort to end this. She disappeared with the flames, leaving only a small fire in his place. Zuko had been so caught up with his own mind’s creation that he almost forgot the consequences of his rage, and he darted out of his bed to smother the flames with his sheets.
He stood there, panting and staring down at the smoldering fabric with wide eyes. Zuko ran a shaky hand through his hair as he turned around, grabbing one of his bed posts to ensure his balance. He was scared, terrified — could he even tell what was real or not?
Zuko would go insane if he didn’t figure this out, he knew that much. He had to end this— this war inside of his head, and then he would finally be free.
He grabbed his cloak from the chest on the edge of his bed and shoved his arms into it, leaving the mess in his room as he closed the door as quietly as he could. After making sure he wasn’t being followed, he set off to end his turmoil, once and for all.
He needed closure.
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“All prisoners from Block C, report to the courtyard.”
Y/N sighed as she pushed herself up from her bed, waiting a few seconds after her cell door opened to walk out and join the flow of inmates. Though her hands itched to do something, she kept them hanging loosely by her side, doing her best to blend in as just another prisoner on their walk to the courtyard.
Everything in her dismal life had blended together, the strict schedules set in place by the guards the only reason she was able to keep track of the days. Even then it wasn’t always helpful, as their block times weren’t set in stone. Some days she would end up in the courtyard in the early morning, other days she would be armed with a mop to fight against the neverending grime the moment she woke up.
It was a torturously mundane existence, but when surrounded by some of the Fire Nation’s worst criminals, Y/N found that she preferred mundane to any other option.
She squinted a bit when they entered the courtyard; despite a few weeks of the same routine, the sun still got to her every day after coming from the dark isolation of her cell. The place might’ve been hot, humid, and miserable, but it was still better than the rest of the prison.
It didn’t take her very long to learn how to survive in the Boiling Rock — she stayed silent, kept her head down, and showed zero emotion. Never show any vulnerability, and stay out of everything. She was an abnormality here as a young girl, even more so with her brand of waterbender — it was a giant target on her back, and she did whatever she could to keep it from being shot at.
“Hey!”
But sometimes, her best efforts weren’t enough.
A gruff voice rang out behind her and she tried to ignore it, hoping that it was directed at someone else. There were hundreds of prisoners, and at least half of the blocks were out at the moment. It was more likely that he wasn’t trying to get her attention—
“I said hey. You listen to me when I talk to you.”
Of course she wouldn’t be so lucky.
Y/N tentatively turned around and had to force herself to hold eye contact with the man in front of her. He looked to be a little older than her, maybe in his late twenties. With a handsome face and a sharp jawline, he was the image of a noble son she might’ve met back home but with the added fatigue from prison life. She had seen him around a couple of times, and she knew that he was nothing but trouble. She wished he didn't have a bone to pick with her.
“You’re that Water Tribe savage, aren’t you?” he sneered, taking a step towards her that in turn caused her to back up. “I heard you worked with the Avatar, that’s why you’re in here.”
“You’ve got the wrong girl,” she muttered, refusing to look away from her assailant as he continued to push forward. Y/N felt her back hit the wall and she bit down hard on the inside of her cheek, willing herself not to show any emotion.
His arm shot out, palm flat against the wall and effectively trapping her in place. “I don’t think I do,” he taunted. “I think you’re the only one who has a chance of getting out of here, but you’re just too damn weak to do anything.”
“You’re lucky I can’t bend out here,” she refuted coolly, still maintaining eye contact. “Otherwise you’d be dead where you stand.”
“Oh, we’ve got a feisty one here!” he laughed, turning and gesturing with his head towards her to get the attention of some other prisoners before bringing his attention back to Y/N, his eyes gleaming dangerously.
“You think you’re better than us, don’t you? Because you’re all about your fancy waterbending, and working with the Avatar, and being a hero. But you ended up in the same place we did, so I guess it wasn’t worth it.” He closed the distance between them, the proximity so near she could feel the heat from every exhale. She forced herself not to look away, despite every nerve in her body screaming at her to back down. “I think I gotta take you down a notch.”
He launched his fist at her before she could blink, and Y/N recoiled instantly as she took the blow to the right side of her face. Her hand immediately flew up to nurse the injury, letting out a strained gasp at the sudden pain.
“Doesn’t feel so good, does it?” the man snarled as he reeled back for another. She screwed her eyes shut, already bracing for the impact, but it never came. She heard a grunt and slowly opened her eyes to see another girl, one that couldn’t be any older than her, holding his fist in place with an iron grip. She had appeared out of nowhere, but she had saved her.
“Go pick on someone your own size,” she threatened. Y/N could see his face contorting in pain with the hold the girl had on him, and as soon as she released his hand he backed up.
“What’s your fuckin’ problem?” he snarled, squeezing his hand to regain feeling in his fingers again. “No one ever taught you how to mind your own business?”
“It’s my business when you pick on innocent people,” she countered. “Now, are you gonna get out of here, or do I have to do something a lot worse?”
The man grit his teeth as he glanced around him — no one would come to help him if he took her challenge. As he started to back away, he glared at the girl. “You’ve just made a powerful enemy.”
She rolled her eyes as he walked off, then turned to the group of prisoners that had gathered around the scene. The girl drew herself up, acting much older and intimidating than she appeared.
“Well?” she yelled, enhancing her stature as she took a step forward. “Get out of here!”
In yet another fantastical feat, the girl managed to scare the crowd off. Y/N couldn’t help as her jaw dropped, amazed at how easily she had gotten rid of not only her attacker but everyone else. She was ready to thank her savior, but when she turned around giving Y/N a full view of her face, she gasped.
“Suki?”
Warmth blossomed in her chest despite the instinctual disbelief. Y/N had always wanted to meet up with Suki again after she left to go help her warriors, but the Boiling Rock was the last place she thought they would find each other again. Was her friend really here?
“Hey.” Suki grinned as she casually leaned against the wall, taking a second to shake out her hand. “Talk about a reunion, huh?”
Suki didn’t have the chance to even breathe before Y/N lunged at her, wrapping her in the tightest embrace she could muster and relishing in the warmth of another, of someone she could actually trust.
“You’re here,” she breathed, close to tears. “I’m not alone. You’re here.”
“I’m here.” Suki responded in kind after a moment of hesitation, reciprocating the hug with the same intensity. Once Y/N pulled away, she gave her a sideways smile, though her coyness was lessened by the softness in her eyes. “How’d you get unlucky enough to end up here?”
Y/N rubbed her injury, already able to feel the swelling, and shook her head. “Tui’s gills. There’s… a lot to unpack.”
She shrugged and gestured to her surroundings. “We’ve got time.”
She managed a small smile of her own and mirrored Suki’s lean against the wall as she sighed. “Well… It all started in Ba Sing Se.”
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Zuko was familiar with the Capital City prison by now. He’d visited Y/N once before and his uncle far too many times after, but after Azula caught him one night, he decided to play it safe. Despite her promise not to tell anyone, he didn’t trust her. He had his childhood mantra for a reason.
The guards were familiar with his disguise, allowing him in without any trouble, but once he reached the block he remembered Y/N to be in, he was met with a guard he’d never seen before. He looked young, far too young to be on guard duty in a prison like this, but Zuko didn’t really care. It meant it would be easier to get what he wanted.
“You can’t be here, sir,” the guard said, snapping up to attention as he finally sensed his presence. “This block of the prison doesn’t accept visitors—”
Zuko took off his hood and the man’s eyes widened, an apology tumbling out immediately.
“I’m so sorry, Prince Zuko! Please, forgive me— I’m new and I was never told that you—”
“Save it,” he grumbled, but as he got closer to the cell, a frown twisted his features. The inhabitant was a large, muscular man, and in the moment he was thankful he was asleep so he wouldn’t have to deal with it. Zuko turned to the guard and glared at him. “Where is she?”
“Who?”
“The waterbender, the prisoner that worked with the Avatar!” he snapped, that wild desperation in his eyes growing once again. “Where is she? This is her cell!”
“She isn’t here anymore!” the guard rushed out, his hands raised up slightly at his sides in some sort of defense. “She hasn’t been here for weeks— she was transferred out with the last block of prisoners to make room for the rioters.”
“Where was she sent?” he demanded.
“I don’t know!” he practically whimpered out, and when Zuko grabbed his collar, ignited a flame in his free hand and held it up to his face, his eyes widened even more. “I swear, I don’t know! Princess Azula authorized it herself; she didn’t tell anyone about the specifics!”
Azula.
Zuko let him go with a growl, already beginning to stalk off before he stopped and turned partially. “I was never here. And if you spread word of it to a single person, I’ll make sure you—”
“I promise, Prince Zuko,” he said, still terrified, “it won’t leave this room.”
He all but stormed off, his hands clenching into fists at his side as his feet carried him to a place he was far more familiar with. Zuko was back in the palace soon enough, and he didn’t even bother to knock as he barged into his sister’s room.
“What is your problem?” he seethed, barely contained rage simmering just below the surface.
Azula frowned as she sat up, and she brushed her loose locks out of her face as her eyes settled on Zuko. “How kind of you to wake me up like this.”
“I don’t have time for your games,” he spat. “Why did you transfer Y/N out?”
She rolled her eyes as she glared at him. “This is really what you choose to bother me with? You don’t even try to hide it anymore, Zuko. It’s pathetic, truly.”
“Why did you transfer her out?” he repeated.
“I’m doing you a favor,” Azula snarled, the interruption starting to get to her. “You’re not strong enough to let go of her by yourself, so I’m trying to help you get rid of her. Anyone with eyes can see that you’re still holding onto her — the only way for you to truly thrive is for her to be out of the picture.”
“That’s not your decision to make,” Zuko seethed.
“It may not be, but you refuse to make any of the changes necessary of your position.” Azula shook her head, something genuine in her eyes. “You were made for this life, Zuko, not one with that Water Tribe peasant. Don’t throw it away because of her.”
Zuko couldn’t find anything to say to her, like his anger had fizzled out after a night of burning red hot. She didn’t seem to care.
“Now,” Azula laid back down on her pillows, “don’t bother me with this talk anymore. Especially not in the middle of the night.”
Zuko fumed as he stormed out of her room, quickly finding his way back to his own. The second he stepped past the threshold, he nearly lost it.
He wanted to scream, he wanted to shout, cry, do anything, but all he felt was unwavering numbness. Zuko settled on the edge of his bed and took the headpiece that kept his topknot together out of his pocket, and he pressed the pad of his finger against the point of one of the flames. All it provided was a dull pain, and suddenly he could barely even stand the sight of it. He didn’t deserve the mark of a prince.
Zuko opened the drawer on his bedside table, about to throw it in without a care, when he noticed the only other belonging in the compartment.
A simple children’s book, the edges rolled up and the spine broken in from a loving owner. His heart stopped as he took it in.
Keiko and the Koalaotter. A wilted and dried petal from a silver wisteria. A scribbled heart done with Zuko’s own ink, now old and faded but undeniably from her.
Something inside of him broke at the sight, and he stared at the ground as his fist tightened around the headpiece. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks, and it made it hard to breathe as his chest tightened.
This was a mistake. All of it, the life that he thought was his destiny— it was all a mistake.
How the hell was he going to fix this?
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Goodbye 2022
@peregrination-studies thank u for the tag! I love love planning and reflecting on the year so this was such a fun tag for me to do
What are things you've grown to like this year?
The process honestly. I've always been impatient when it comes to seeing results but over this year I started to appreciate the process of things? I've always been the type to start a project and then work on this project for 3 days until I'm done and by then I'd get so tired of it or be unsatisfied with the result because it doesn't reflect my tireless 3 days worth of work. But nowadays I start projects, put them away, continue it later, and it's been so enjoyable. I take time to fix any small things I would have ignored in the interest of time, start over if necessary. Just you know, processing it slowly. Instead of rushing toward the result, the experience of whatever it is- is the most important. It's still a work in progress but i think this is one of the things that surprised me the most in myself - the fact that I'm even able to do it. Other things I've grown to like: autumn lol and maybe even winter just a teensy bit.
What are things you've learned this year?
Oof a lot of things actually. I think I'll make a list from my journal
- Every morning I get to decide how to live my life / what I prioritize
- Allah will open doors for you from placed you couldn't imagine
- But you have to put in some effort and show you're trying
- Living is much easier when you accept it instead of fighting it
-Surely as the evening comes after a scorching hot day, so too will respite from whatever you're struggling with, it is the law of the world (the mercy of Allah)
and all that was only until June asdlkj let me not make this too long lol maybe I'll make a post on stuff I learned this year
What works did you enjoy this year, be it films, books or other art?
Books: The Secret Garden, Born a Crime
Movies/Anime: Spy x Family, Julie and Julia, Also I watched all the spiderman movies on some random week like a crazy person
Other art: sarah burns studio on youtube and her seascape watercolor paintings. They're so simple but also really beautiful
Is there something you're still looking forward to this year?
There's only 2 days left! I was looking forward to buying yarn and I got it yesterday, so excited abt that. I'm hoping to go the beach today or tomorrow and see (sea) the ocean so :') excited for that if it happens (its so cold tho who knows). OH ALSO i wanted to bake cookies for my students for the first day of classes back from break and might make those early so that too ! :D
What would you like to see happening next year?
SO MUCH omg -
1. Improve my arabic: I enrolled in an Arabic class because I've literally forgotten so many things so excited abt that. I also signed up for some other islamic studies classes b/c there was a discount so hopefully those are fun too!
2. take more notes !!! I keep reading / listening to such good stuff and telling myself I'll write it down when I have more time later and never doing it D: so next year hopefully I fill up a notebook or smth with those
3. Hopefully get comfortable with traveling / visiting places and then do exactly that
4. D: waiting on the result of my interview for a 2023 internship
5. turn some good deed into an unconscious daily practice. Rn I'm thinking sunnah prayers, because I've kind of dropped off from regularly doing them in the last year :(
6. ART. MORE REGULARLY. like i was doing this year :') im pretty pleased with the amt of art i did this year alhamdulillah
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fic writer interview ✍🏼✨🗣
many moons ago, i was tagged by some beloveds (of which i remember @squidyyy23 & @shameless-notashamed but i know there were more!) to do this fic writer interview. since it's been going around again, i've been tagged by @energievie @very-sleepy-head & @thisdivorce, so without further ado, HERE IT IS:
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1. How many works do you have on AO3? 26 -- 24 fics & 2 art series!
2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 145,909
3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? M8TE | where you end & i begin | an exception to the rule | a seven letter word for love | tell me what you want, baby
4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? i do! i try to at least! they mean the world to me & i love how interactive fic writing can be!
5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? oh gosh.... maybe no matter what tomorrow brings, which i wrote for kinktober 2021? the ending is fairly sweet, but it's 7x11 canon compliant, so we all know they say goodbye the next day 😭
6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? definitely an exception to the rule. it's the only wedding i've ever written lol.
7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written? not yet! & no plans, but never say never?
8. Have you ever received hate on a fic? not really, which i'm grateful for!
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? hell yeah. existential, feral, it's all hot to me!
10. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that i know of!
11. Have you ever had a fic translated? also not that i know of!
12. Have you ever co-written a fic before? nope. i'm definitely not opposed, but i do enjoy working by my little lonesome. i would like to do more fic/art collabs though in the future!
13. What’s your all-time favorite ship? feels a bit obvious, no? 😉
14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? i don't have any current wips! but i do have a couple ideas knocking around... southside shrouds & another calli prompt that's weaseled its way in! we'll see!
15. What are your writing strengths? i think my metaphors & use of descriptive language is unique! i also love weaving canon lines into au's in ways that are hopefully satisfying!
16. What are your writing weaknesses? oooh this one's interesting & to be honest, i'm pretty up my own ass at the moment, so nothing? lmaoooo. i'd like to improve on world-building. i can really rely on folks's understanding of the characters in canon to fill in the blanks when i slack on adding details.
17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in your fics? i don't mind when other's do it, but i don't think i will? unless the scenario called for it. but i would never want to get it wrong, so i'd have to consult with native speakers!
18. What was the first fandom you wrote for? this one! though technically i've been writing a shakespeare au in screenplay form for years.
19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to? i really love the boys of red, white & royal blue. but so far i haven't felt called to write. just shove fics in my face.
20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? probably M8TE. but lord, what a sophie's choice moment 😉
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i'm not going to tag anyone because i was already in everyone's inboxes this morning, but if you wanna play, do it & tag me, ok? xx
#this was a nice way to wrap up the year!#i'm so so happy with my work in this space & so glad to be collaborating with so many incredible writers & artists!#it's just really... so special!!!!!! you know?????#fic writer interview#tagged
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I fell asleep last night writing a more contemplative version of this, but today I actually bought the items, so lemme go over how I want to do my next gallery wall which I’m calling “The 2B 9S wall” (though it’s not limited to them. There’s just a huge a$$ picture of them on that wall)
Here is is now. We wallpapered here as a feature wall, so I always intended to leave it blank, but It started feeling bare to me and as I ran out of space elsewhere, I began to regret giving up a whole wall. Recently though I saw a room with similar floral patterned paper that had frames on it and I loved how full and formal it looked. The final thing convincing me was realizing I COULD hang up my giant 2B 9S poster. Every other wall didn’t have space for it, and considering its size, I wasn’t sure if I could get away with using it in any other room until I have my own place…
Anyway here are my other walls
If it wasn’t clear before, I’m a maximalist LOL. It’s supposed to look FULL but hopefully not cluttered. And if it is cluttered, it should be so in an artistic way. (Hopefully).
My guideline for keeping things uniform is similar frames ofc but also using prints with minimal colors. This is a case of my aesthetic lining up well with my collection. I started with some of the Hanako kun coasters and the Homunculi placemat and realized they go together, then I filled out my collection with more pieces I genuinely like that match.
Getting my room how I wanted it was a big project the last year and a half. When I’m putting things together, it’s kind of stressful because I want it to be done, so I keep thinking about what to add next and looking for the right pieces. Once it’s all done though, I stop thinking about it and it’s nice.
What makes the 2B 9S wall different is the wallpaper, so instead of having the frames and prints be busy, I want the prints to be a visual break from the craziness of the wall. This is once again kind of a coincidence as after hanging up the big a$$ poster, I liked the negative space and B&W palette a lot. I also bought a simple black frame because it was cheap, but I think I’ll stick with simpler black frames on this wall.
So that’s the plan for prints on this wall. Images with a B&W palette and simple black frames.
I thought about things I’ve been wanting to add to the collection and got these two clear files
The TBHK one is an illustration I LOOOOVE. I’ve been meaning to buy the clear file forever but never could justify it. It has more colors than the poster but is still very stark in its values, so I thought it could work. It would also make it clear this is NOT a 2B 9S exclusive wall. There’s just a huge a$$ poster of them on it.
The second one…is 2B and 9S. I fully admit I threw this one in last minute, but I love this illustration as well AND it fits my limited palette. Both have a smoky dreamy quality to them. I hope they pair well.
The other thing I’ve struggled with is fillers. On my other walls, I found myself going to “small round thing” a lot to add variety. I guess it makes a nice mirror since the walls are facing, but I don’t want to keep doing it.
My solution was one of my forgotten dreams: having an acrylic stand collection.
I freed this shelf up recently and planned to make a 9Shrine here for some stands I bought, but instead I think it’ll be better to display stands on the wall! This way they’ll all stay together and be united by being stands not by being all the same character. That is important to me because I’ve realized if I make a committed shrine or even collection for a character, I tend to get out of hand and start buying things I don’t even like just because the character is on them.
This freed me up to buy more Hanako kun stuff I wanted which I’ll happily do because TBHK has such beautiful art. I buy the Nier stuff because I love the characters, but the art doesn’t always do it for me the same way TBHK does.
Anyway, here’s the Nier stands I have otw
These are my absolute favorite Nier stands. I love the t shirts and they both look really cute in the first ones. Then the second…9S is so…they rlly did good there. They made that for me.
and here’s the TBHK ones I bought
They’re more colorful but I think it’ll tie in well to the one tbhk clear file I’ll have up.
For hanging these up, I’m planning on a combination of floating wall shelves and gaudy sconces
So that’s the plan!! Next paycheck I’ll go after the shelves because whoo. I also better not start hanging things up until I’ve got it all. I’m sure I’ll add more things to this wall, but this is enough to get it feeling complete enough that I won’t go crazy having a half finished wall.
Thanks for reading! I’m excited to get everything in.
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hey its insta link anon um about that writing request,,,
i uh i .. i have an idea
https://www.instagram.com/reel/CiYDiRKNJFp/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=
so the idea is uh....
stucky as friends and they got like lotsa housemate like maybe nat, clint, wanda, etc2
and they set up doorbell camera like that for fun
but one day the cam got stucky making out (just like the one you can see in the video)
they were drunk
so the stucky part itself is like friends to lovers but in my hc buckybaby is like the shy est lil thing you could ever find so the dynamic goes with shy buck and sunshine golden retriever steeb
the next morning their housemates are like winking and making obscene joke abt the kith and buckybaby goes instantly red whereas steeb just laugh
and from then on its up to u!!
thanks for listening to my rambles,,, ilyy!!💗
Hi, sweetheart! I missed you and I hope you're doing good! <3
[link] to an Instagram video of a doorbell camera catching various people, friends, fumbling around and doing everything from pretending to pull their pants down and moon the camera to making out. Lighthearted and joking.
I love this idea!
It would be such a good long, drawn out fic. And it would be exactly as you said, friends-to-lovers and probably the type of friends-to-lovers where all of Steve and Bucky's friends - all the friends and roommates that live in the house with the doorbell camera - are trying to push them together because Steve and Bucky are entire idiots that think their crushes are unrequited when the feelings are most definitely NOT unrequited.
However, neither of them listen to everyone else, they can't bare to risk their best friend over confessions of feelings...
So these idiots just pine and pine and pine for each other, filling up a whole damn forest with all the longing looks, wistful sighs, and over-thought interactions. Until-!
Yup.
The drunken make out caught on camera.
It happens like this though-
For roommate Natasha's birthday they go out drinking all together. Except... Steve has a super low alcohol tolerance (the opposite of what you'd expect for such a big, muscle-y man lol) and Bucky doesn't enjoy drinking all that much, so when he does drink, he gets drunk quicker than someone who drinks regularly. Bucky's a bit shy, a bit reserved, and has never quite looked forward to the idea of losing complete control the way his friends that enjoy drinking have described to him over the years. So he doesn't drink much. Plus, ever since Steve's been old enough to drink, Bucky doesn't really want to drink around him, seeing as Steve, already a big golden retriever of a man, gets even cuter than normal when drunk. And who doesn't want to see the big blonde have only a few drinks and get absolutely sloshed? Giggling. Swaying on his feet. Getting all huggy. Blushing at absolutely everything. Talking too loud, too eagerly, and slurring his words. All of it is adorable. How could Bucky want to get drunk at the same time as Steve and risk forgetting a second of famously light-weight Rogers' tipsy display? That's usually how it goes. Not this time though.
This time Natasha insists that everyone at least have one drink. For her. It's her birthday, c'mon, pleeeease!
Bucky has one or two drinks, he matches Steve, knowing he won't have too many that way. He gets loose and flushed, not as effected as Steve is by the alcohol, but not untouched either.
And when nearing the end of the night, it's just Steve and Bucky together and not unintenitionally so. No, Natasha has enlisted the motivation of her birthday to make out a sure-fire plan with all her friends help to get the resident love-birds to finally confess to one another and actually get together. As more than friends. Hopefully via drunk confessions since nothing else seems to work. Or... maybe a drunk hook-up (not that they don't want it when they're sober 😏).
And how does Natasha ensure that Steve and Bucky have as much time alone when tipsy as possible? Well, it's actually really easy because-
Clint is impressively social when drunk, so he won't miss being at the home with the same people for a few hours. Instead, quickly, Clint gets himself into the middle of a circle of people (mostly ladies) that're alternately aww-ing and hysterically laughing at the colorful tales of his clumsiness; explaining what this scar is from, what caused that bruise, or what exactly is under one particular band-aid. Wanda split after an hour or so - still new to drinking as the youngest of them, barely 22 - with boyfriend Vision swinging by the bar to pick her up and take her to his own apartment where she'll spend the night. So, she won't be an issue. And Sam and Natasha have been making out in the back of the bar - squished close together in a booth - or making out the bathrooms, occupying their time. But they take a break from locking lips (or looking like they're two seconds away from it as they dance dangerously close to one another on the crowded dance floor, hands sometimes literally in each other's back pockets) to push Steve and Bucky's giggly, tipsy asses into the Uber Sam ordered when they annouced they were thinking of heading home. Earlier than Sam, Natasha, and Clint are ready to head back because both of them are grandpas that need to be in bed by 9:00 pm. They stand on the sidewalk, waving the Uber goodbye before tumbling back into the bar to dance and kiss and drink more. So, Natasha and Sam are on the same page of staying out as late as possible- give the boys space and get their party on. Clint probably won't make it home tonight in favor of a one-night-stand... so, just as planned- just as hoped Steve and Bucky are home alone for a long couple of hours.
And...
Well, nothing happens, or, Natasha doesn't think anything happens because when she and Sam stumble inside, finally home, Bucky and Steve are each in their own rooms. She knows because she goes and checks on them. Returning to Sam with a pout, telling him in a much too loud whisper that it didn't work!
Sam simply pats her on the head before drags her to their bedroom, musing out loud about how maybe they should resort to house-wide spin the bottle and rig it. Somehow. Do they make trick bottles for spin the bottle? They've got to, right? So we just get one of those and...
Additionally, Natasha doesn't think anything happens because once she's bounced back from her hangover enough to observe her roommates not through squinted eyes shaded behind her darkest sunglasses as she inhales greasy hashbrowns, Steve and Bucky are acting... normal.
Disappointedly normal.
Back to their standard weird scarily-close-but-also-avoiding-each-other dance. Close, close friends that are guarding their hearts and romantic intentions from one another. So obviously, nothing happened. Otherwise tension would've broken.
Right?
Really though-
It's not that nothing happened. It's that neither of them remember. Because, well, they were drunker than they thought. And they continue to not remember, living in blissful ignorance, until the house has a viewing party for their semi-recently purchased and installed doorbell camera! It's been a month of having it up and participating in shenanigans at the front stoop. And it's at this point that......
The footage of the drunken make out is revealed to all of them at once.
Jaws on the floor.
Sides aching from laughter.
Screams of FINALLY!
They all find out at once.
It's black-and-white, night footage of Bucky and Steve stumbling up the front steps, Steve fumbling for his keys, Bucky laughing at him for failing to get his keys then offering to get his keys out of his pocket for him, Steve telling him to do it already it's cold out here and he wants inside, and... one thing leads to another and they go from standing too close, practically cuddling against the cold while finding illusive, slippery keys, to full on making out. Grainy doorbell footage showing Bucky pressing an equally grainy Steve up against the door to their house. Grainy Steve gasps and then moans.
Actual Steve, sitting on the couch too close to Bucky, is silent but BRIGHT RED.
Natasha howls with laughter, Sam screeches right along side Wanda, shouting, turn it off! turn it off! I don't need to see this!!, and Clint does an actual real-life spit-take of his coffee watching as on video Bucky starts palming Steve through his pants. Or, no, okay, okay, good, this isn't about to be an accidental sex-tape-
Because Bucky isn't giving Steve a hand job.
No.
He's actually fishing Steve's keys from his pocket and...
Holding them up in front of Steve's stupid, love-drunk (and actually drunk) face triumphantly. And giggling, "got'em, nooow open th' door, idiot."
Steve laughs too, turning around and taking way too long to open the door. Putting keys into locks are tricky when you're drunk, okay? Then, Steve opens the door a crack and claims while looking at Bucky over his shoulder, "y-gotta giv'me a' kisss bfore y-you're allowed inside, 'kay?"
Bucky makes a grumpy noise but it's all for show. He kisses Steve on the cheek easily.
Steve grins, "'nother one?" He asks, slouched so he can look up at Bucky through his lashes.
Bucky nods, easily agreeing, "a g'night kiss."
"G'night, Buck," Steve slurs, leaning into another kiss, lips to lips, before finally letting him inside and shutting the door behind them.
And from there, Natasha knows they both just went to their rooms and crashed for the night. Not particularly juicy, not the confession with a BANG (😏) that she hoped for, but... it's still pretty damn funny. Especially when you add in the fact that they don't even remember and currently sit with their heads snapping back and forth between the TV and each other. Mouths wide open in silent shock. Faces and necks turning redder and redder still. Rubernecking. Trying to verify that that was real. That this is laid out in the open. And, to add onto the fact that their deepest secrets are out in the open- they're in the open, around their roomates and friends, and not having a very private, very romantic moment.
It doesn't take a damn SECOND after the drunken make out is off the screen and onto more night footage of Natasha and Sam rolling in from the bar for Sam to break into teasing song, "Bucky and Steve, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Bucky with a baby carriage-"
Bucky is the first to break his silence. Groaning loudly and chucking a pillow at Sam's head. Then grumbling quietly about how he is not thrilled to be mocked for the rest of his days in his own damn home as Sam catches the thrown throw pillow easily and tosses it back at Bucky mercilessly. But Steve follows quickly, not breaking with another object to throw but by laughing so damn loud that he has to slap a hand over his own mouth.
Which-
Their own reactions are foreshadowing for the rest of their lives when their friends tease them always and laugh hysterically whenever offered the chance to recount how their incredible, beautiful love story began 🤣 Via drunk making out on the front porch with Bucky all but literally tripping, falling, and landing on Steve's lips.
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I don't know if its because the internet wasn't invented back then, but it seems to me every time a new generation of Pokemon comes out, it becomes all the rage for literal years and overtakes the previous generation. It becomes old news to talk about characters from previous generations, every post and poll I see favors the new cast. First my dash was flooded with Galar, and now its Paldea. The AO3 tags for the early days might be dead, but if I have to fill out stories for niche characters all by my lonesome, so be it I guess, but it's nice to see others like you still hold a love for early gen Pokemon :) Hopefully it means there are more out there and I'll get some readers lol.
Yep! For me it's a point of both nostalgia and wanting to make sure my writing is accurate with the earlier gen characters! My first, ahem, unofficial pokemon game was crystal, and I've been on this train ever since. I feel it would be a disservice to myself to not think about said games. Also, well,I always seem to have pokemon on the brain anyway, haha. It's understandable that the newer gens become all the rage given how pokemon itself works, each new gen means a new region or something unless it's a remake.
And I'm sure there's tons of people that share a love for the earlier gens as you do! It's a struggle to find your audience, I know, but when you do, it's the best thing. And never forget to have fun!
#sorry if the last sentence sounded corny haha. just don't give up! there's people out there who love the earlier gen of pokemon characters#and in turn love your work! so keep at it!!!#.....that was also very corny hgvhvgvgvcg. but i still think it's true.#thanks for the ask anon!#r answers#pokemon
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