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NCT Dream and your first time with them.
AN: Another suggestive scenario??? ngl this is more on the crack side tbh, just two awkward virgins trying to navigate sex lol. Still minors do not interact.
Mark Lee
You and Mark are touchy as a couple, loves making out BUT just never went that far, because both of you don't know WHEN you two should have sex. Your first time would be in a romantic way, like celebrating your first anniversary with him. You just wanted it to be special, and you're 100% sure that you want him to be your first. SO, the setup was cute, with all the candles and rose petals! But as soon as you two lay on bed, you two are unsure of what to start, but eventually, Mark leads you on. It was cute, and definitely a lot of giggles and awkward things happened, like stopping midway and watch Mark struggle to unwrap the condom.
Huang Renjun
Listen, Renjun loves you so much AND respects you so much. So when you two had sex, it was definitely a case of a drunk sex. Both of you don't know if it was the alcohol that's talking, or just you two who are very horny at that moment. It was just supposed to be a heated make-out session, until Renjun keeps asking you questions, and you can definitely feel he's hard at that moment! So in the end, you two agreed to have sex. You two stumbled on his bed, clumsily removing each other's clothes, and the lights are still on. It was okay to say at least, but you two woke up and just had a euphoria moment that you two just had sex. Renjun swore to you that he'll do better next time.
Lee Jeno
Probably happened at the spur of a moment. You just REALLY really had the urge to be fucked, maybe you were ovulating during that time it happened LOL. Jeno hesitated at first, keep asking you a hundred times if you really want it, but eventually complied. Jeno is such a gentleman to you, and tried as much as possible to make you feel good BUT he keeps on asking "is this okay?" EVERY MINUTE, but that's just because he doesn't want to cross your boundaries. :( in the end, you told him just do whatever he wants, but he still glances at you every time he does something, so you have to nod as a go signal. The sex was gentle. Very vanilla and you two cuddled after finishing.
Lee Haechan
Another case of a drunk sex. You two decided to do it after a minute of teasing each other, you two are just really horny for each other that you two did it with clothes on. You two aren't just in the right mind that moment, so it's the alcohol that's doing the work. You two did it at his dorm by the way. You probably won't remember a single detail of your first time with Haechan but you did remember giving a blowjob the first time and as he pulls you up so that you can switch position, you bump your head on the top bunk bed. There's definitely lots of laughter and playful slaps and punches that you two woke up bruised and with hickeys all over.
Na Jaemin
OH TRUST NA JAEMIN would give you the best first-time sex of your life. Really, when you told him that you're ready to have sex with him. His mind went blank for a minute, and as soon as he processed the information, he assures you that he'll take care of everything. LITERALLY, everything. Even though it's his first time, Jaemin wanted to make sure that you enjoy it more than he could. You two did it in his place. Set up a romantic vibe, (pulls up a sex playlist.) and was very gentle to you. He makes sure that you're feeling good, and you don't need to do the same as him. (you did, because you think it's unfair.) overall, just like Jeno, the sex was very vanilla but he gave you aftercare though.
Zhong Chenle
Yes he is confident with everything, but I feel like deep inside Chenle would be panicking when you open up the topic about having sex with him. He's definitely assured you that he'll take care of you BUT he's definitely sweating inside. Sure, you two made out a hundred times but sex is a different thing, so he probably tried to look about it first ??? just make sure he has the right knowledge about it. Chenle would definitely try his best to lead everything, even though he's panicking if he's hurting you or making you feel good. The sex was fine, and as soon as you two finished, you two passed out because of how tiring sex can be.
Park Jisung
Pray for the gods because Jisung is definitely doing it the moment you talked about having sex with him. When you open it up, you were actually shy about! You were stuttering and couldn't even look him in the eye. You two made-out a few times, and there were definitely a lot of touching too! So sex wouldn't be a problem, right? WRONG. You and Jisung are the most awkward one, really really shy with each other and did it with the lights off, with a small lampshade on a corner. Lots of "Is this okay?" with Jisung doing most of the action. After finishing you two just lay there for an hour and pondered about what just happened.
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Can you do a Matsuno Chifuyu request with friends to lovers trope of Emma daring the reader to do a run and jump into his arms in front of the boys cause Emma’s sick of their pining?
Chifuyu matsuno |°- friends to lovers - g/n pronouns used
two friends, friends that just so happen to make the other's heart run a hundred beats a minute. friends, that talk about the other to their other friends enough to make a 60/60 marked essay. friends, that secretly make fake scenarios of the other before drifting off to sleep. things that just happen when two people get closer than others. that's normal, right?
"-oh yeah, and chifuyu will be there" Emma mentioned, she and y/n were making their way over to the basketball courts where they would meet with the boys, something about them having a small competition because someone wasn't able to have an agreement. and the two were invited for motivation, to cheer on or something.
just the mention of chifuyu made y/n feel fuzzy, their heart grew warm but at the same time, they felt a type of feeling that can only be explained as 'pining' the feeling of being warmed yet also saddened when realising the true meaning of their feelings. they're in love and is longing for him, but also understand that nothing can be done.
"wait he's gonna be there?" it was more of a repeated statement than a question, of course, chifuyu will be there, y/n just still needs to adjust to her thoughts and feelings. constantly being in denial.
Emma is aware of it all, so aware that it's starting to almost claw at her skin from irritation because all she can hear is y/n yapping about chifuyu and their friendship and how much her guilt and sadness eats them up. don't get Emma wrong though, she listens closely and takes everything into consideration however sometimes it may be a bit too much, it's like listening to a friend talk about their crush for the 20th time of the day but only keeps mentioning the same thing over and over.
though a little plan has settled into Emma's mind as well as a little devious smile. she knows y/n likes Chifuyu as more than a friend but this pining has gone way too far and y/n is in need of a little push otherwise this constant loop will never end. y/n would only be taking 360 turns thinking it would lead to somewhere only to end up in the same position.
Emma and y/n were nearing the basketball courts that's on the side by a park. a few people were around such as those who were walking their dogs or taking their toddlers out to enjoy the sun but it wasn't like anyone would disturb the basketball game that the toman boys were playing.
despite there being others in the court the first person that y/n had her eyes on was chifuyu. his blonde hair slightly rising up and falling as he tried to throw the ball into the net but missed making his face cringe a little at himself, but when he turned around to fit back into the game he couldn't help but notice y/n at the corner of his eye making his full focus to leave for a short moment.
it was as if he was struck with a sword in his chest due to their beauty, despite them being at a fair distance he could still make out their eyes that always makes him feel almost lost. though that trance was rid of after Baji slapped the back of his shoulder to get him back into the game, "they'll be watching, try and pay attention" baji knew what he was setting up in chifuyu's mind, though it couldn't be decided if that caused anxiety or determination knowing that y/n will be watching him.
before going back to the game chifuyu smiled and did a quick wave at both Emma and y/n before having his eyes back to the basketball and who's around.
Emma slightly nudged y/n with her elbow closely, "what if... you randomly hug him?"
"hug who?" -y/n
"I shouldn't need to specify, you know who" looking at y/n with slightly raised eyebrows knowing that the person is obvious enough
"...but we usually hug?? I don't see what the difference would be" not exactly enthused by the whole situation, always thinking about him and their friendly relationship causes some sort of desperate feeling to grow inside of her heart, like it's slowly breaking but at the same time also repairing itself with the good and bad feelings.
though talking about hugging him is causing y/n to feel a little giddy as if they haven't done that in ages. even though they have, probably last week
"no but I mean, unexpectedly... jump into his arms! that sort" Emma however had a wide smile on her face, she wanted nothing more than to see y/n get out of this confusing state and see them both finally make some sort of move.
"what?! I can't do that"
"yes you can! you mentioned you've hugged before, what's the difference?" mocking her previous statement
"no no there is a difference though, what if he doesn't like that and I ruin things?" a slight feeling of panic drove over them, just picturing out the scenario of them running up to him to put their arms under his arms and around him but it only being a one-sided excitement is giving themselves embarrassment. can't help but always think about the worst.
"oh cmon you're being dramatic, Chifuyu is the last person that would brush off a hug- especially from you!"
the boys were running around the court dribbling the ball while y/n and Emma stayed outside of the fenced area. occasionally the two would cheer for the opposite teams though it seems as if Emma's team has a higher advantage all because of draken's height. though Mikey and chifuyu on the other team have the speed making the scoring constantly switching.
(Mikey is ranked first, and Chifuyu ranked third in speed from the official rankings)
Sometimes Peh would yell at someone on his team for not being able to dribble the ball which becomes entertaining for y/n and Emma but not so to the others cause it just ends up being a petty argument, though I guess that'd be expected since he's the reason why the game has started in the first place.
"hey, I dare you to jump into Chifuyu" -Emma
"nu uh doesn't mean I have to" y/n shaking their head trying to protest the idea. it still seems like a bad idea though it doesn't mean that the idea wasn't growing onto her.
"don't nu uh me... I bet you want to~" She got closer to y/n to try and playfully pester them a little in hopes of them giving into the idea, "You'll run up into his arms and he'll be taken off guard a little bit but then swiftly gives in and wraps his strong arms around you-" Emma couldn't continue any more because she started to laugh at her own little sarcastic comment,
"what kind of fanfic did you take that from?" both of them having a small fit of laughter picture Chifuyu and y/n in different scenarios but they all came from cringy fanfics that they had previously read together out of boredom at a sleepover.
though in all honesty that's probably how it would play out... maybe. that dare was still playing over y/n's mind.
"I dare you, no buts or if's, it's final"
"why does it matter so much" y/n pouted a little
"it matters to me because-" *gasp* the final point of the basketball game between the boys were scored and the winning team was Mikey's. also the team that Chifuyu is in.
Emma nudged y/n almost frantically, way too frantically. and the both of them cheered on, even though Emma previously was on Draken's side she should still celebrate her brothers' victory. Even though the game on the outside seemed something minor and fun, for the guys it was competitive.
a minor disagreement between Peh and baji so the others chose to battle it out with a game. though halfway through those who had nothing to do with the disagreement, forgot what everything was about and just played like it was a regular game.
"this is your turn, go hug him" Emma leans to the side of y/n to quietly nag. though at that very moment it seemed as if y/n had their strings pulled because after hearing Emma's voice and making eye contact with Chifuyu, it was almost like a direct calling.
or maybe because on their side Emma gently gave y/n a push in the direction of the open gate of the fenced court, her balance got a little unsteady but after that push, it seemed as if the dare was non-negotiable.
slowly walking up and through the open gate soon enough turned into a little awkward run to then being a full-on run with a smile that just screams 'I don't know what I'm doing but I'll pretend I do' running straight towards Chifuyu. nothing else mattered to y/n at that moment, just him and needing his embrace.
he was casually standing around trying to catch his breath after all the running and jumping with the basketball, his body had grown extremely hot and sweat had built up on his forehead that Chifuyu then wiped off with the back of his arm sliding along to the back of his hand.
despite being on the winning team it hasn't really made him feel some emotion about it other than being glad it's over.
he's never once forgotten that y/n was there, part of the reason why his performance got a little worse than how it was in the beginning because his mind kept going back to her. he was like a little kid again trying to impress his crush from afar but kept failing because of a constant repeat of nervousness.
though without him knowing he never once disappointed her, the only reason why he keeps thinking that was because he's trying so hard to reach them but just doesn't know how to without wussing out.
the brief eye contact that they make always creates some sort of spark in-between them. it starts off as a small sparkler but then into a firework that shoots up but doesn't end up exploding. that's the situation they've always been in, hypothetically.
though this time it's different, it has to be, right? the eye contact broke but it felt different unlike any other time, it can't exactly be explained other than seeing it for yourself,
the other toman boys focusing on their loss/win of the game, while y/n got closer and closer his heartbeat quickened unsure of when they'll stop but upon seeing them not slow down he took his hands out of his pockets out of slight panic and as if preparing for collision,
"wait wai-" he panicked about how close they got to him and how they didn't stop, he didn't expect them to just jump up at him, but he didn't hate it.
y/n had gotten closer and without saying anything they jumped up at him and wrapped their arms over his shoulders and around his neck, he stumbled back a bit due to the sudden weight on him but he didn't think twice about holding them in place so that they won't fall off. one arm under their thighs and the other arm over their waist.
It caused the both of them to get butterflies in their stomach, it also felt like the butterflies were transferring through each other by how close they were pressed against.
chifuyu had a happy but awkward smile on his face, he's happy and excited but was unsure of what to say or do at the moment.
"wu- you alright?" he let out a small laugh too before looking over at y/n's face to see if they were in fact okay
"of course I am, just wanted a hug" they made eye contact and it was as if their shared smile was mouthing the same thoughts. 'I want this to last forever' but neither said anything.
though one thing that hadn't registered fully until this very moment is that everyone is watching, and if they weren't before when they firstly latched on, they certainly are now.
"oh shit, everyone's probably watching" Y/n quickly looked to the side and sure enough people were eyeing the two of them with their whispers and laughter, y/n quickly looked away from the group and showed movement of wanting to get back down to the ground however he didn't allow that.
"it's fineeeee, let them be jealous" he replied in an almost whisper with a small tease and his embrace squeezed a little signing that he didn't want to let go.
y/n's face started to heat up a little at the reply and didn't dare to look back up but instead hid their face by his neck. though that didn't mean that Chifuyu was getting all bold, nu uh, he was getting frantic in his mind thinking if he said the wrong thing.
but after noticing the group walk past and happily cheer him on even though it also kind of seemed like an average teenage boy mocking, it made chifuyu loosen up a little knowing that what's happening currently, is good. he didn't need to be reminded of that though but he just needed the reassurance either way.
"you guys should do that more often, it'd help the pinning" Baji quickly mentioned while walking past, he had a proud, toothy smile knowing exactly what he said to both of them.
y/n looked up a little after hearing those words and caught Baji's eye for a second before he left Chifuyu and them alone in the basketball court.
after the group left a few more seconds and he had finally let her down whilst asking a question,
"what made you do that?"
y/n was unsure of what to respond with, say something like 'i just wanted to' or say 'it was a dare'? which one seems more suitable currently?
"it was, um, a dare"
unaware of what y/n has now caused to spin in chifuyu's mind, saying that seemed to be an okay response, i guess it is the truth. though chifuyu didn't exactly take that lightly, in his mind he now has the thought that he's a side thing that can put targets on him for them or anyone now when it comes to dares, the moment seemed so put together and genuine that thinking about it now is just making his smile to weaken a little.
"oh, a dare" he's trying to keep his tone right but it seemed to go down a little as disappointment, even his eyes were avoiding them.
upon hearing his tone and taking a look at his face, y/n couldn't help but let out a panicked gasp, which definitely got his attention making his eyes fall back onto them. it clicked in that the previous response to his question could have been taken the wrong way, but looking back that probably shouldn't have been a questioned response since saying 'it was a dare' after doing the most butterfly-causing act is never the right response. what was y/n thinking?
"but it's not like I didn't want to though! I guess in a way Emma just suggested it" They quickly spoke up about it and explained a little, after some thought to this, it made his smile turn upwards again.
They both took a seat on the concrete floor with their backs against the fence, the court grew completely empty and the sun was almost setting making the sky to be a mix of yellow, orange and still a bit of blue. the rest of the group either went home or to someplace else.
"hey what did Baji mention before? about the pining" y/n mentioned out of curiosity.
"oh uhhh, that's..." he tried so hard to find any sort of right words to save himself here but he couldn't find any, his mind was so full yet he could hardly think and it almost seemed as if it was actually blank rather than full.
y/n saw chifuyu stumble on his words, avoid eye contact and the way his fingers would curve a little making his nails scratch the concrete floor a little. he was nervous, and yet this made y/n almost giddy because they knew exactly what pining meant, they knew exactly what Baji meant and they took in every expression and movement that Chifuyu made when they hugged.
"what if we went out?" y/n randomly blurted out making chifuyu to turn his head in an instant and make his previous, rushing thoughts silent.
"what do you mean by that?" chifuyu looked at them slightly confused, yet hopeful. going out can mean plenty of different things, but there was only one that stood out the most in his mind.
"like I don't know, just us two but..." they were going to continue on but by this time they were unsure of how to phrase it without maybe saying the wrong thing
"so, a date?" having a hopeful tone and smile, y/n shared the same smile and for a few seconds, silence lingered on by, but it was good silence, the type of silence that happens between two people before laughing or saying something that makes the friendship stronger.
"yeah, a date"
or, instead of making the friendship stronger, they make something new bloom. a relationship.
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First of all congrats on your 1500 followers! 🥳
I love your work so I’d like to send in a gif request for your milestone celebration. The type of blurb I’m thinking about is angst but on the other side I don’t really mind so do what feels best for you!
Thank you for your request! Honestly I feel like this gif makes the perfect scenario for some good ol angst so thank you for sending it! I did drift from the gif into an scenario of my own but you can sort of see where the gif could fit in this
'Mars 1.5K Celebration'
Portrait || Tommy Shelby x Reader
Warnings: Death, mentions of infertility, Tommy cheating and then regretting it
Swirls of dust danced in the stale air. They piled in every corner, every surface, hung from the drapes in masses of dirt, and elevated into puffs every time something disturbed them with their step. But it had been a long time since someone disturbed the stillness.
Amidst all sat a man. The blue of his eyes had lost their spark, the overgrown and unkempt beard had obscured his sharp features. Streaks of grey crossed his one lustrous hair. A cigarette hung from his fingers, a cigarette he failed to bring to his mouth, letting it turn to ash and crumble down, repeating the process over and over again until the cigar case was empty. In his other hand hung a bottle of fine Scotch, but he would not have noticed the difference between it and the cheapest stout; everything in his mouth turned to dust. He himself was turning to dust.
Tommy sat before a painting of a woman. Her smile reminded anyone who looked at her of the famous Gioconda; the sweetness, the cheekiness. Her piercing eyes follow you across the room, watching you through thick eyelashes casting shadow in her cheekbones. Tommy had once been fortunate enough to have the real thing in his arms. And then he had been foolish enough to waste it.
Whenever he closed his eyes he could see her. Her hair blowing in the sea air, while they were en route to their honeymoon in New York. Smiling at him over her shoulder in a gala, wearing that red dress that brought Tommy to his knees. Tangled in his sheets, her legs intertwined with his own and cradling his hand in her bosom, the gentle whisper of her breathing lulled Tommy into dreamless sleep.
He also remembered her tears. How they tracked down her cheeks every time she got her period, yet another failure to have a child of their own. The way they glossed over her eyes while they waited together in the doctor’s office, hands laced together and her leg bouncing nervously. The way they dampened the pillow for days after, while Tommy attempted futilely to soothe her woes and assure her that he would love her, baby or no baby
Oh, but nothing matched her fury. When red clouded her judgement, the ground trembled and the windows rattled with the power of her ferocity. Tommy had only once found himself in the receiving end of her tempestuousness, and not once in his life had he felt so diminished by a woman so sweet. The vase she had flung in his direction had never been meant to harm him, but had surely served the purpose to give him a taste of terror.
Yet nothing matched the calm, serene apathy in her features when she awaited for Tommy, sitting at the foot of the bed, her two suitcases neatly packed at her side. When Tommy jokingly asked her if she was planning a trip, she threw a bunch of papers in his face. When his eyes fell on the letter, all colour drained from his face. Saliva turned to cement in his mouth, keeping him from spilling any of the hundreds of excuses that had formed in his brain. But whatever train of thought he had was cut short by her dry words.
“I cannot tell what is worse, Thomas. That you got another woman pregnant and tried to get her to rid of the child, or the fact that you wrote the letter from your own fucking hand”
No amount of explaining, of begging, or excusing himself had been able to undo the damage. It had been a moment of weakness, just one, an impuissance of the flesh, it had meant nothing, it was just business, a transaction, a desperate moment of need. The excuses tied in his tongue and made him trip over his words, but they all came down to the same thing. He had failed her, he had failed the one person who had managed to love him past all his walls. This only added insult to injury at their fruitless attempts to start a family of their own. The fact he said it was ‘one time’ made it worse; one time it took for her to fall pregnant. One time unlike his wife
Tommy had actually fallen to his knees, albeit accidentally, in his haste to make her stay, promising everything that was his to promise and more in exchange for one more chance. But it was all in vain, and he was forced to watch her leave into the night, leaning into the threshold for support, for he did not trust his knees to hold his weight. A cold, heavy weight settled in the pit of his stomach, a sense of impending doom tightening his heart as her car became smaller and smaller into the road.
It did not take long for him to see her again. The very next day, in fact, when he received a call from the police to identify a body in the mortuary. A car had veered off the road and fallen into the water, probably trying to evade an animal. He did not need them to pull back the sheet; all he needed to see was the ring in her hand, the same ring he put in her finger five autumns prior. He had felt the cold of the jewel against his skin in bed, and his lips had touched the black stone when he kissed his wife’s hand. He asked them not to remove the sheet. He didn’t want to see her face. The same reason he demanded the casket be kept closed during the burial
If he did not see her face, he could pretend she was away, somewhere, anywhere in the world that could bring her happiness. He could pretend she had not spent her last hours heartbroken, betrayed by the one person who should have guarded her back. He could pretend she would one day come back, with her smiles and her tears and her groundbreaking fury, with the ring in her hand and his name on her lips.
The moment he returned home, his gaze landed in the portrait. She had sat for that painting only for his pleasure, wasting hours and days in the library, her back stiff and her eyes watering from the effort not to blink as the canvas and the artist did their best to capture her beauty, dolled up in her wedding dress and her hands laced in her lap. The veil hanging from her hair and pooling around her in a sea of white gauze
Swiftly, Tommy had her portrait moved from the gallery and hung in his room. Spending his nights and days under her gaze, tracing with his finger the curve of her smile, the line of her chin. It became his obsession, his only reason to wake in the morning. To look into those eyes, to dream of her hands on his chest, to reminisce in the warmth of her lips. Long after her smell had faded from her pillows and her clothes, he still found comfort in the painting. He could not bear to be away from it, not for one second. Clinging onto the very last memory of what he had and had lost. Even as years passed and his life withered away, he sat there, in front of that image of his wife, the door always unlocked for the day she would return.
And until then, he would wait.
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My Thought(tm) of the Day! A Do-Over Verse! (o.o ) oh?
Yes! Tim. Glorious, brave, sexy. Dies in battle. It's the Big One, ya'll. A doomed timeline. Worst case scenario. Falling cities, few struggling survivers. The works.
Thing is? For each of them? That worst case scenario is DIFFERENT. Maybe one gets zombies. Another an alien invasion. A hell gate. Regardless, they survive. Fight and live on. Find The Rewind Clock.
A stopwatch that ticks backwards. One use. They.... they have so many regrets. Enemies are closing in. Bloodloss getting to them. They just want to see their family again. Be... better. Nicer to Tim. Save the world.
Click.
Time Rewinds ⏪.
And suddenly? Bruce is... sore. Not burned, parched, and cornered by literal cackling demons as the world burns. Not on his last leg. The last Wayne. The last hope of humanity, a species soon to finally die.
No. He's... exhausted. Wearing clothes he never wanted to see again. Stubble on his face and the ache of recent weeping in his throat. These are his mourning clothes. He's sitting at the Batcomputer. And checking the security feeds?
There is a determined, baby faced, young Timothy Drake... walking himself up the drive. A folder of damning evidence under his little arm.
Jason is dead and soon won't be. And Tim... he... he can start over.
He gets up. This time, he answers the door, instead of Alfred. Is serious when Tim lays out his case. Nods at the right moments. Tells him he's right.
Makes him Robin.
He's better this time. Gives feedback. Doesn't play mind games. Nurtures his brilliance. And Tim? Soaks it up. It burns Bruce, how easy it all could have been. The WARMTH Tim so freely offers. After so many mistakes? Bruce craves it like an addict.
But nothing could ever just be free, could it?
That damn end of the world scenario. He finally tracks it down. Has a MONTH left before Jason should be back. Only to get dragged into literal Hell along side Constantine and have to fight his way out. They close the damn gate. Forever.
It takes two months.
He's in pieces. Injured and still reeling from the horrors he's seen. But he has to try. Try to go get his son. Tim stops him. Keeps him from killing himself, trying to invade the heart of the League while half dead. But after the fires... all the fires... he's so cold. They JEERED and mocked him with his failures.
Like an Addict.
He needs to be closer. Closer and closer. Needs to cherish and be kind and SHOW Tim how much he means to him. But he can't! A lifetime if words trapped, refuse to break free, even now. The only time he's EVER been so intimate and soft is when he...
Wires not so much cross as long ago corroded. He NEEDS. He's kissing Tim's neck. Hands gentle. See? He CAN be gentle. Be tender and good. Not even taking for himself, just massaging muscles loose. Stroking soft, soft skin. Pulling close to cuddle, warm and precious, as he rubs and rubs until Tim comes apart under his gentle hands.
Tim clings so tight. Is punchdrunk and twitching. A first.
His Robin trusts him. Loves him. Is a curious, insatiable, lad. What new, unexpected, and pleasant thing is THIS? Tim let's him have so many firsts.
But what of Dick? Brother and Protecter of Timmeryly Innocence? He faced Vampires. Because of course it had to be sexy, sexy, Vampires. Frankly, he half expected it. But as they close in? He stands atop the hoard of every explosive left he could salvage and wonders if his family would have proud.
If this stupid stop watch will even work.
Where, exactly, he would have taken Timmers for a "Yay We Won!" Celebration dinner if they had, indeed, actually won. He misses pizza. And his friends. But most of all? His family.
Eat several hundred tons of chemical reactions, fuckers.
Click.
He's just finished unlocking a door he is VERY certain he sent a vampiric Deathstroke face first through. The door swings open aaaaand.... yep, that's his old apartment. What day is-?
Tim squeezes by him to start poking around.
Oh.
Dick stops caring. Tim is ALIVE. Smiling at him and joking. Dick feels floaty and far away. Let's Tim do as he pleases. And just... let's himself breathe. Feeling like he's wound too tight beneath his skin. Like at any moment a vampire will crash through a wall and ruin this beautiful dream.
Eventually, Tim notices.
He climbs into Dicks lap to hug him. Ground him. And... and something in Dick snaps. That heartbeat. That beautiful, beautiful heartbeat. Alive, alive, ALIVE. He's rolling them before he can think about it. Tim melting into his kisses. Then jerking and grabbing hold for dear life as he slides of the couch to his knees.
All but ripping anything that keeps his mouth from its goal. Spreading legs and holding them tight, so he can't wiggle free too escape how overwhelming it feels. Dick couldn't hold back if he wanted too.
And he really, really doesn't want too.
Tasting and swirling, sucking and fucking his tounge as deep as it'll go. Pinching and rubbing at that cute little clit. Sliding fingers DEEP to fuck and find and rub mercilessly against all his good spots.
If the apartment wasn't soundproofed, his neighbors would think he was murdering someone. Slowly.
He's so hard it hurts and can't bring himself to care. It's so GOOD to see Timmy sobbing on his tounge. Writhing on the fucking of his fingers, incoherently begging. The only thing that convinces him to STOP is when Tim's whines start sounding the wrong kind of desperate.
Fumbling blindly with a wet hand he jerks his sweats down and crawls up. Bends his sweet boy in half. He slides in so easy, after all the fingerfucking and orgasms. Timmy is so WET. Gushing.
It's perfect. He's perfect. Doesn't have to do a thing. Dick can lift him up easy, still impaled all precious and perfect on his cock, and carry him to the bedroom. Lay him down and work his cock in and out, sweet and gentle, of that poor over toyed with hole, until it becomes too much and he spills DEEP.
You just doze off, Tim. Let your big brother take care of clean up.
And so it goes~ Jason? Zombies. The jokes got old REAL fast. He blinks awake one step into Titans Tower. Changes plans. Catches his successor masterbating. Changes plans AGAIN. Since when was Tim-Tam capable of being horny? Who cares. It's been years by his view point and this is Hot.
He Dramatically Unmasks and pounds Tim through the mattress. Exits stage left, pursued by drugged up Half-Kryptonian.
Damian? About to die in the cold vacuum of space. Took the fight to them. Invade HIS planet, will you? Well uno reverse card mother fuckers. He's gonna invade YOU. ALARMING successfully too, they might add. That was their entire battle fleet.
WAS.
But, well, all men must die... etc etc. Death soliloquy. Or... you know... this stupid magical watch Jon insisted he bring. Meh. Might as wel- Click.
Mother Fucker. Jon was RIGHT. He must never be informed.
And... he forgot how Competently Sexy his Rival was. Shit. He was caught loo-! But Tim just? Grins? Says something about him finally "deciding to get along, huh"? W-what? What's happening. Why is he being pushed down onto a bench? Is this hazing?
Tim rides him dry. He may be a changed man. He can't feel his toes. What in the name of all that is small and fluffy is GOING ON!? Wasn't this supposed to be time travel? And of course, that's when he clocks the others acting Clearly Off.
The fuckers Be-Hornied his RIVAL! He's... something about that! He'll tell you when he can move again. Contemplated the virtues of matrimony with his long time Rival. But rest assured! There will be yelling!
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😍😍😍😍!!!! them all going back in time at different points and making their moves on tim, treating him nicer, more tender, not letting themselves be held back because they've denied themselves for so long and lost their tim already!!! bruce being the first followed by dick, jason, and damian who indulge and fuck tim and love him! and tim!!! loving his family so much and loving them in every way, letting them make their moves on him because this time around they love him and aren't afraid to show it!! all these versions of the bats who have lived through the loss of everything in an apocalypse and getting to live peaceful and happy lives with their tim!!!😍
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Kintsugi 12
Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre: strangers-to-friends-to-lovers, non-idol!au, angst, smut, tiny bit of eventual fluff
Summary: In a fit of spiteful, post-break-up self-improvement, you sign up to a baking class. Yoongi, in a bid to appease his demanding girlfriend, signs up, too. Determined to make him your friend, you end up with more than you ever imagined.
Word count: 3.2k
Content: little bit of throwing up (alcohol induced)
A/N: thanks to @quarter-life-crisis2 for beta-ing the first part of this! This is now the second time I'm posting this so i have nothing more to say lmao
Chapter Eleven | Masterlist | Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Twelve – Peaches pt.2
You stood outside Yoongi’s front door, pie held carefully in your hands, breathing deeply, taking a moment to try to soothe your nerves. It was outrageous, you thought, that you could be this nervous. It was Yoongi. On the other hand, it was Yoongi. It was not every day that you confessed to harbouring romantic feelings for one of your best friends. It was not every day that you ripped yourself open and placed your fluttering heart before them, hoping, praying that they felt the same.
It was not every day, but it was today.
You squared your shoulders, shuffled the pie so it rested on the palm of one hand, and used the other to key in the entry code.
“I’m here!” you called as you strode in and shut the door behind you.
You could hear and smell cooking from the kitchen, music on low in the background. You kicked off your shoes and took a deep breath. You had run over a hundred different scenarios, a hundred different scenes; sometimes you just kissed him; sometimes you prepared a long, thoughtful speech; sometimes you played it casual; sometimes you told him you loved him; sometimes, even in your thoughts, you chickened out entirely; sometimes he rejected you and sometimes he didn’t. You always cried.
You were still standing in the hallway, staring up at the invisible obstacle in front of you when Yoongi approached, spatula in hand, frown on his face. You tried hard not to notice how cute he was with his apron on, how domestic. You tried to stop your mind flying forward to a future where he cooked all your dinners, or you cooked them together, in the house you shared. You needed to keep a level head.
“Oh,” he said when he saw you. “I thought I heard you come in but then you didn’t appear. Why are you just standing there?”
Good question.
You chuckled awkwardly and walked into the apartment fully, straight to the kitchen where you set down your pie on the counter.
“What’s in it?” Yoongi asked.
“It’s peach and nectarine,” you answered, wondering if he would remember, if he might understand its significance.
“It’s what?”
“Peach and nectarine.”
He looked at you with his eyebrows raised, expectant.
“It’s what?”
You groaned and rolled your eyes; your heart sang. You gave him a huge, dramatic sigh.
“It’s peachtarine pie.”
“Damn fucking straight.”
He was in a good mood. You liked that. That had to bode well, right?
“Do you want a drink?”
Yes, you were offering him his own alcohol in his own house, but you felt like you needed it. You should have had one before you came out but time hadn’t allowed.
“Sure, there’s wine in the fridge.”
Not the sort of drink you had in mind. You checked in his fridge for soju and, finding none, walked around to his drinks cabinet where you deliberated between tequila and vodka, eventually plumping for vodka. Tequila gave party vibes which wasn’t exactly what you were going for. You returned to the kitchen and poured two shots.
“Here.”
You nudged Yoongi – who had turned back to the stove – and handed him the drink.
“Wow, really? Are we celebrating or commiserating something?”
He knocked back the shot anyway and you did the same, cursing Yoongi in your head for not keeping soju – or anything more palatable – in the house.
“Nope. Just because.”
“Ok, party girl.”
He waved the glass out towards you, asking for another, which you gratefully gave, taking one more for yourself, too. That was a little more like it. You felt looser already. A little Dutch courage can go a long way.
“What are you cooking for me?”
You moved from the other side of the counter and stood next to him, peering into the two dolsots bubbling away.
“Haemul sundubu.”
“Yum, thanks.”
“It’s almost done; there’s banchan in the fridge. And the wine I said I actually wanted to drink.”
He grinned down at you and you hip-checked him, moving away to set the table and pour more drinks.
You hadn’t decided when you were going to tell him. You had told yourself that you would show up and you’d just know when was the right moment; you knew now that that was bullshit and you should have come more prepared. The fear of spoiling everything was rapidly creeping up on you; Yoongi was in a good mood and you were having so much fun. You knew the second you opened your mouth to tell him, everything would change. Even if it was what you wanted, what you were hoping for, even if he said everything you most wanted to hear, it would change things. It was the last night of your friendship, for better or for worse. You felt desperately like you had to make the most of the evening, make the most of everything you had right now: the ease, the comfort, the little sparks of something more when he laughed at your jokes, when he smiled at you, when you got to touch him even a little. There would be no going back. So you delayed your jump into the unknown a little longer and it settled your nerves. It put off the moment and you could relax, at least for an hour or two.
*
The addition of a film after dinner had continued; it was supposed to be your night to pick but you couldn’t focus on making a decision so Yoongi picked one for you. You didn’t care. You weren’t even sure what it was, even though it had been on in front of you for the last hour and a half. You couldn’t have explained the plot if you’d been offered a lottery jackpot for it.
You had your legs thrown over Yoongi, leaning towards him, sitting as you did every time now. He was slouching deep into the corner, his feet on the coffee table, picking idly at the threads of the holes in your jeans as he watched; your heart skipped every time his fingertips brushed the bare skin beneath.
You could almost hear a clock tick as time went by, you still not having said a thing. It was coming. You knew it was coming. You knew you had to say something; you had steeled yourself for this. You had promised yourself you would do it. You had promised everyone: Taehyung, Nina, San. You had made Taehyung go to your apartment and wait on standby, so he could be there with no delay if it was a ‘no’. You had to do this. You were going to do this. And it had to be now.
You reached out and put your hands on his, toying with his fingers. His immediately stilled and there was a twitch that told you he was going to pull them back, out of reach, but you held on. You kept his little finger in your hands, mindlessly fidgeting with it, finding yourself unable to look up at him.
“Yoongi?”
Your face was already hot, your heart already racing. He grunted inquisitively and you felt his eyes move to you.
“Can I ask you something?”
You were still looking at his hands, your stomach doing somersaults; you wished you hadn’t indulged in so much stew now that it was threatening to come back up the way it went down.
“Are you ok?”
You nodded, your throat feeling choked already.
“I, um... Do you ever... think about me?”
You risked a glance up at him; he seemed surprised by your question and then confused. He leant forward, feet on the ground, taking his hand from yours to reach for the control and stop the film. Then he sat back, not slouching this time, and looked down at you again. You focused on your hands.
“I mean,” you continued, before he could answer, “I mean that-… I- sometimes, just recently, I... I think, I have feelings for you.”
Your face burnt so hot, it brought tears to your eyes. You didn’t know what to say next; usually your mouth did all the talking for you but it had dried up. And Yoongi wasn’t saying anything. You tried to speak and nothing but a croak came out so you cleared your throat and gave it another shot. This was not how you had imagined it going; it was supposed to be smoother than this, more confident. You hadn’t expected to be this meek; you weren’t meek. But the weight of this exchange was crushing.
“I just mean that... Recently, I’ve felt... different... and I- I guess I just wondered if maybe you ever felt like... that. About me.”
It took all you had to look up at him, to try to gauge his reaction, see if you could divine what he was thinking through his face. It was closed, impassive, inscrutable in a way that reminded you of when you first met—his silence in that third class, which you had put down to his ex, but he had never actually explained. You felt the same way as you had back then. You were sticky with nervous sweat, hot and flustered. Embarrassed and self-conscious and burning like you’d been skinned alive. The anxiety was rising in you, a panic that said it was going to go sideways, that this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. That something had already gone wrong. You tried to talk yourself out of it but the longer he stayed quiet, the harder it became.
“Yoongi?” you whispered, the sound barely making it out of your throat, when the seconds felt stretched to minutes.
He wasn’t looking at you; he was staring straight ahead until he gave you a millisecond’s glance and shook his head. You waited, again, for him to say something else, to say anything at all. There was nothing giving him away. You knew him better than this; you could read him; you could sense how he felt. But not now. Not now at a moment when you really needed it.
“No?” you asked when he still said no more.
He was looking down now, not at you but somewhere on the floor. There was pink at the tips of his ears; his cheeks just barely rosy. He shook his head again and cleared his throat.
“No,” he confirmed, just as quiet as you were, his voice just as strained.
“Oh.”
Your attempt to mask the gasp you gave when trying to gulp in air was poor but you couldn’t bear the thought of bursting into tears, here and now. They pooled thick in your eyes and blinking them back only sent them scurrying, falling, streaming down your face in a deluge. You opened and closed your mouth, gaping, fish-like, a few times before you found the composure to reply.
“Ok.” Your voice wavered. “That’s fine. Yeah, ok, friends I guess then.”
You weren’t looking directly at him—there was no way you could—but you saw him, from the corner of your eye, nod, two almost invisible dips of his head. You removed your legs from over his, curling them under you, trying to keep your breathing in check. You didn’t know what to do now. You didn’t understand. You thought about what Namjoon had said, the way he had seemed so confident. Didn’t Namjoon know Yoongi? Surely he wouldn’t have encouraged you if he had known Yoongi didn’t feel the same.
There was a tearing in your chest that felt like collapse. It had been quick at least. But it was sharp. You wiped at your wet face, wishing Yoongi would just say something, anything would do. You felt shut out, iced out, pushed out. Rejected. Which was exactly what you were. In an instant, he had moved a thousand miles away as he stayed sitting next to you on the sofa. You had never felt farther from him than you did at that second. It made your stomach sink like a stone in the sea. It made your hands go weak, incapable of holding a hand even if he’d let you. It made your blood burn with shame like the acid rising in your throat.
Of all your hundreds of scenarios, all the practices you’d run in your head, none of them went like this. You always talked about it, sometimes you even argued, but it was never this. This silence, thick like fog, choking like smog, resting over you. You began to feel smothered, suffocated by it. You couldn’t breathe for fear of falling apart; you had to get out.
Yoongi stayed still, looking at the floor, his fingers worrying a loose thread on his trousers. Did he want you to leave? Did he want you to stay? You couldn’t know and were not able to wait to find out.
“I guess,” you said, when you found the ability to speak without sobbing, “I should just go.”
Yoongi turned to you then, his face for a second wearing a look of panic. He opened his mouth as you stood and you waited for him, gave him a few seconds to tell you to stay, or encourage you to leave. He said nothing. So you walked, with heavy feet and a heavier heart, to the door.
Yoongi followed you, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his fingers twisting around one another. You stooped to put on your shoes and it was only when you were leaning on the door handle that he said anything.
“I’m sorry.”
You looked back at him as you stood in his doorway; you blinked away more tears and you could almost have sworn you saw tears in his eyes, too. You didn’t stop longer to make sure. You turned tail and ran.
*
You had managed to hold in your sobs in the taxi ride back to your apartment; you couldn’t stop the constant leak of tears from your eyes, but you just about kept a lid on the worst of it. Then you flung open your door and fell to the floor, gasping and choking and barely able to breathe.
Taehyung was by your side in a second, scooping you into his arms, stroking your back, pressing kisses into your hair, letting you make his T-shirt wet and snotty, not saying anything, knowing you weren’t listening anyway.
You couldn’t quite believe it. Not because Yoongi hadn’t wanted you, but because you hadn’t anticipated it going like that. Because you didn’t understand. Because you somehow thought that there would be discussion; you could, now, think of things that you wanted to say, things you wanted to talk about; every thought and idea that had eluded you then flooded back now. You thought of the many ways you had broached the topic in your head and wondered why you did it like that. That wasn’t what you had planned. You hadn’t been clear, had you? Or you hadn’t got your point across? Or maybe you did? You just couldn’t tell. You were, entirely, in disarray.
You also had to ask yourself, did it matter? If Yoongi didn’t feel that way about you, did it matter how he told you? Did it matter what he said or didn’t? Did it matter how you said it? He had clearly known what you meant because he had given you his answer. You had the answer you were looking for—you had the answer to your question, even if it wasn’t the one you had been looking for. The rest was irrelevant.
*
The emergency treatment for your heartbreak was booze and a lot of it. So much, in fact, that you ended the night with your head in the toilet, that seafood stew finally making its burning way back up, Taehyung standing behind you rubbing your back and making sure your hair was out of the way.
He put you to bed, tucked you up nicely and, at your insistence, curled up next to you, where you clung to him like a koala, desperate to not be alone.
Yoongi stood, gasping, at his door, unable to catch his breath. He was familiar enough with panic attacks to know that this wasn’t one, but he nevertheless sank to the floor and began walking himself through it. He focused on the inhale and the exhale, the counting that accompanied each usually uncomplicated step of breathing. He needed to focus on that. Anything so that he didn’t have to focus on what had just happened.
Panic. That was one word for it. Insanity. That might have been another. Stupidity, certainly. He hadn’t expected it, could not have seen it coming even from a mile off. Nothing had seemed different. You were the same as you ever were; things between the two of you were normal.
And then you asked him that.
And he’d wanted to say yes. He was trying to. He wanted to open up to you and respond in kind and see if maybe something, anything, could have happened.
But he couldn’t. The words got stuck in his throat. He couldn’t force them out, couldn’t make himself say it. He could see it all crumbling; as if he had been watching from outside his body, he had seen it. He had seen himself fail, let you down, lie to you.
And he couldn’t explain it. He didn’t understand the gut-wrenching, visceral fear that had gripped him when you spoke, when you looked up at him—timid and shy like he had never seen you before—and asked if he ever thought about you, said that you had feelings for him. Like a pair of icy hands, one on his heart and one around his throat, it took such strong hold of him that he literally felt strangled: couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do a thing that might have led him to happiness.
And then you left. In tears. Because of Yoongi. He wouldn’t forgive himself for that. He probably wouldn’t forgive himself for any of it, but his own pain, he could handle. He was used to that. Causing you pain? Before tonight he would have said it was unthinkable. He would never.
But he had. He had lied; he had rejected you; he had let you run out of his apartment with barely a word said.
He had lost you. That was it. He couldn’t see redemption, couldn’t see a way to walk this back. Not a hurt this big. Not a stupid, pointless, embarrassing lie like this was. It was over.
He couldn’t forgive himself for that either.
*
He stayed on the floor in the hallway until his legs started screaming for him to move, then a little longer. It wasn’t until Cherry came to chase him into bed that he stood up, walking straight through the apartment to his bedroom, not looking anywhere but straight ahead, not daring to glance at the scene of the crime, the scene of his immodest failure, a scene the very thought of which made him feel sick.
He fell onto his bed and stayed there until Sunday.
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like a slip and slide
summary: you beat your boyfriend to the bathroom at the hotel and claimed the first shower. he decides that it's a shower made for the both of you. but you need to be quiet.
fandom: austin butler
pairing: austin butler x plus size! reader
word count: 1540
warnings: unprotected p in v sex. wrap it before ya tap it. minor negative self talk. austin flexing his muscles. fear of getting caught. actually getting caught ( technically ). i think that's it?
author's note. welcome to day 8 of kinktober shower sex with austin butler. i...made this a plus size reader because i've very specifically wanted to write one and really wanted to do it for kinktober. i'm fond of shower sex so i figured this was as good as any to do it with. i'd apologize but honestly, i've been plus sized pretty much all my life so let me write about austin butler picking someone up in the shower and taking them to pound town. and i truly did try and avoid the normal insecure plus size element but trust me while i'm very secure in my size ( over two decades with it will do that to a woman ), i one hundred percent have had the "oh jesus can you even pick me up" issue pop up. anon, i know you had the particular scenario in your head. i tweaked it just a hair so hopefully you enjoy.
You feel Austin before you see or hear him. You feel his arms wrap around your waist as one of his hands moves to grip your hip. You feel his lips against your neck before either one of you utters a single word.
"Austin." You whine, dragging out the -in of his name. "I won fair and square. You're interrupting me time."
Austin huffs out a laugh, the warmth of his breath hitting the side of your neck that for some reason felt cool, causing a shiver to run through your body. "Me time. Are you sure we can't make it us time?
A moment passes before you exhale softly, your hips rolling back and rubbing your ass against Austin's cock. You had guessed he was at least partially hard but hadn't quite been expecting for him to be fully hard. You hum after you hear his sharp intake of breath. "Us time. In the shower. You know we can't, baby."
His hand slides down from your hip slowly until he reaches between your thighs. It doesn't take but a moment for him to force your legs open just enough for him to cup your pussy, teasing you with the mere promise of his fingers while he stands behind you. He rocks his hips forward as he pushes slides one finger in, first the tip then slowly up to his knuckle. "Why not? I'm here, you're here. You're soaking wet in more ways than one. Come on, sweetheart. You can feel how much I want you. I've been like this since dinner, seeing you all dressed up in that dress that hugged everything."
His tone is one of pride, knowing that sometimes when going out with him and your family you didn't choose something nearly that form fitting but today was his lucky day as he saw every curve and dip and everything in between just in that dress. "Please? Just let me fuck you. Feel your pussy hugging my cock."
"Aus-" You start a little breathless before shaking your head. "That would mean you've got to pick me up, and you-" The next words you utter are swallowed by the gasp you utter as Austin rocks forward again, biting softly at your neck.
"Turn around." He murmurs, loosening his grip around your waist and on your hip.
You don't want to, feeling as if Austin's got a plan up his sleeve that you don't know about, that maybe he plans on sinking to his knees like he does most of the time when he proposes the idea of you two having sex in the shower. It wouldn't be unwelcome but honestly, you wish you could have sex with him in the shower. You know you're not light necessarily and you know he can pick you up, he's done it on occasion from the bathtub to the bed, or from one place to another place in a short distance. But shower sex would be different, it requires a longer period of time holding you up and if you weren't against the wall like you've been sometimes when you're both feeling too needy to even make it to the bed or the floor, well he was going to get tired and you didn't want that. A sigh passes your lips as you turn around, ready to see Austin on his knees or ready to hear him say something.
What you don't expect is to feel his hands cup your ass and then slide down to the back of your thighs and just lift you up. A startled yelp escapes your lips as you wrap your arms around Austin. "What are you doing?!"
Austin just hums before kissing your lips, down your jaw and right down to your neck, gathering just a bit of your skin in his mouth before sucking. You feel yourself becoming wetter as you feel the hot water hitting your back and as you feel Austin's kisses against you burning a trail of fire. He finally pulls back just enough to smirk. "Shh, You don't want them to hear us do you? But, I'm lifting up my girlfriend so that I can sink her onto my dick so that I can fuck her in the shower. So that I can feel her legs around my waist and so that she can feel me in places she's never felt before." Your eyes widen slightly before he continues, looking down to focus on actually making sure he can slip between your folds. "I don't just have these muscles for show, baby."
A retort is on your lips but it flutters away the second you feel his cock inside you. He was right, you could have sworn you've never felt him like this, you've never felt part of his cock brush up against your clit from the angles you're both in, you've never felt how full he makes you feel like this. It makes it hard for you to remember how to breathe, a stuttered attempt happening once, twice, three times before you take a deep breath and groan, your words half slurred together. "Christ Austin."
His lips curl into a smile as he shifts his grip just a hair when your legs finally remember they're a part of this and wrap around him. He kisses you gently, his tongue coaxing your mouth open and meeting your own tongue when you finally do open it. He kisses like he wants to savor you, like he wants to take his time tasting every inch of your mouth like he isn't already intimately familiar with everything about you.
Except maybe this. Maybe this is different because you've never tried it before maybe that's why he's savoring it and you. Or maybe he's worried you're going to make enough noise to wake up your family in the next room over.
"Barely even fucked you yet and you're already slurring." He chuckles before using his grip to lift you up just a bit before dropping you back down. "Come on, ride me like this, use those thighs I love so much."
"Aus I ca-"
He nips at your bottom lip before shaking his head. "None of that, I've had my head between them enough, I know your thighs have that strength. Come on baby, let me bury my face in your breasts while you use my cock the way you want to."
Your legs tighten around him at the comment about having him against your chest and you force yourself to cant your hips just so to get started. It's different than riding him horizontally, more effort expended with each slide of your bodies against one another and you can't tell if it's the water or your own juices making an obscene noise as you ride Austin. He wasn't lying when he said he'd bury his face in your chest, alternating between taking your nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting and while normally you prefer his hands on them he makes up for it, sucking little hickies all around them, his hand under your thighs squeezing them reflexively like he thinks they're where they normally would be on your chest. You're not sure when it happens, when the sensation of his cock in you and everything in between overwhelms you but you start to feel your body tightening like the spring it always does when you're about to come. You try and tell Austin this, tell him that you love him for this but any thought you have gets swept away in a haze of your orgasm and in your nails digging into this upper back. You try to muffle the sound against Austin, try and remember to be quiet but you swear you can still hear your moan echo in the bathroom. Austin thrusts against you, easing you down from your high while chasing his own. It's lazy and a little softer than you expected but you realize why once he speaks, nuzzling against your neck.
"I'm going to let you down and I'm going to clean you up, okay? Pretty sure I'm gonna see my come sliding down your legs." He takes a few heavy breathes. "Your legs okay?"
You nod. "Yeah. I'm good- you- you came? I didn't-"
"Right about the time you decided to use my back as a pincushion for your nails and probably woke up your cousins." Austin looks a little bashful and chagrined at that knowledge before he continues. "On the count of three, baby."
His countdown is slower than you expected but when he reaches three, your toes hit the bottom of the shower, slipping just a tad but Austin catches you with a quick grip of your hips to steady you before you lose any more of your footing.
You open your mouth to say something before you hear pounding on the wall joining your room and the next one and your aunt's voice telling you to two to keep it down. In the moment after all you and Austin can do is laugh as you actually try and clean each other off.
You make a note for the next trip you might take with your family- get a room far away from everyone else.
#austin butler#austin butler x reader#austin butler smut#austin butler x y/n#austin butler x you#austin butler x plus size reader#austin butler fanfic#i took a chance on this tbh.#i also kind of forgot this was the super specific one until midway through.#hella sorry anon. blame it on exhaustion.#ally's kinktober 2022
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hotch being relieved when he comes home and finds his wife asleep on the couch because he was scared something had happened
HELLO LOVELY ANON THANK YOU
He had texted her that they were wrapping up at the station and would be wheels up in about and hour to come home and he hasn’t received a reply. Which is unusual since his wife usually had her phone nearby, especially when he was away on a case. Aaron felt like a school boy constantly checking his phone for a text from his crush, feeling an all too unpleasant anxiety grow. It started in his stomach. He felt it churn over as he packed up the conference room with the team. He was able to rationalize that maybe you were busy with something, but when he called her to let her know they were on the way to the airstrip and you didn’t answer that he began to full-on worry.
Taking a seat at the back of the plane, he sat and stared out the window, his paperwork that he usually so meticulously fills out on the flight home left forgotten on the table in front of him. He tried calling his wife again to let her know they were about an hour away from landing, and the phone once again rang until the sound of her voicemail filled his ear. For once, he didn’t end the call and instead listened to her warm and bubbly voice announce that she was “unavailable at the moment but will get back to you as soon as possible!” And he really hoped that voice recording was right.
With no text or call back from her by the time they land, Hotch hits the tarmac and doesn’t break stride. “Everyone go home and take the evening off. You’ve worked hard on this case and deserve a break,” he called over his shoulder to his team as he headed straight for their cars. His mind was now whirling with a hundred different scenarios, all good and bad. If they hadn’t gotten rid of their landline (stupid fucking cellphones, he’s definitely going to put one back in the house) than he would have just called to have Jack pick up.
Oh, Jack.
He sped home, only being sure to be mindful of the speed traps and red light cameras he knew were nearby. He parked in their driveway and quietly entered through the front door with one hand on his Glock. It was late now, and Jack and his wife should both be in bed, but the light was on in the den. He keeps forward silently, subtly clearing each room he passed by.
Once he entered the den, he felt his breath catch in his chest. He saw the top of her head laying on the armrest of the couch and quickly braced himself for the worst. As he rounded the couch on the balls of his feet, ready to spring into action or collapse to the floor, he saw her.
His beautiful wife was laying on the couch with her hand tucked under her head and a blanket pulled up to her chin. Aaron didn’t shame himself when he felt tears well up in his eyes. He crouched down next to her head and gently pushed her hair back and petting her head. Her pulse best steadily against her neck, drawing Aaron ever closer to it before his lips were pressed against the warm skin.
His wife stirred at the soft kiss and began to stretch, making soft noises from sleep. “Aaron, honey. I’m sorry, l tried to stay up for you.” She sat up a bit to get closer to Aaron and had to pause to yawn deeply. She paused mid stretch when she noticed Aaron’s flushed cheeks and the tears in the corner of his eyes.
“What’s wrong, love?”
“I just,” he takes a shuddering sigh, “hadn’t heard from you and… I had started to worry.”
“I was meal prepping your lunches for the week and then I was doing laundry and tidying up. I just laid down to watch a show and must’ve forgotten to text you back first. I’m so sorry, honey. Come here.” She reached out her arms and wrapped them around Aaron’s neck, all but pulling him to her chest that he fell into willingly.
His arms snuck around her waist despite the awkward angle of him crouching on the floor and her on the couch. Aaron felt soft kisses being pressed to his forehead while gentle fingers scratched through his hair. A moment passed before his wife spoke again softly, with love and warmth in her voice.
“You wanna come lay down on the couch and I’ll lay on top of you?”
He smiled brightly at that and leant back to wipe a runaway tear from his cheek. While it may have sounded dirty, it was anything but. Feeling her warm body weight on him, pressing him into the couch made him feel so safe and loved. He didn’t even realize that’s what he was craving until she said it. She truly was perfect. Even if she made him worry sometimes.
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Hello darling Fay!
It’s me, your HEX gifter, and I can’t wait to get started on your present! I have a couple of questions for you:
What’s your favourite thing about Saul?
What do you think Farah’s favourite thing about Saul is?
Do you think he always liked her, or did they have An Incident that brought them closer or made them see each other in a new light?
FBJHPIEBUFJPAWEU HELLOOOOO!!! I'm so sorry it took me ages to respond....
My favorite thing about Saul:
I'm incredibly bad at putting my feelings about characters into words so I'm taking the easy route out and cope with humour.
The fact that he is incredibly protective when it comes to what is important to him.
the way he is PERFECT for glancing longingly at Farah sorry but-
he is the perfect DILF
TRAUMTIC PAST GALORE and the endless potential for whump/ hurt/comfort fics
avoiding character analysis at all cost
Farah's favorite thing about Saul:
Apart from his tongue the fact that he can make her laugh with something silly and drags her from her office when she doesn't stop working (that woman is such a workaholic) probably his steadfastness? They share such a deep, fundamental trust because of their past and I feel like one of the "deeper" things she loves about him is that he will confront her if he thinks her course of action is wrong, acting as a sort of extra conscience (even if it is debatable how skewed that is) but he will still be in her corner. She can rely on him having her back, literally (during the war and real fights) and figuratively. He won't judge her for her demons, just like she doesn't judge him for his.
Do you think he always liked her, or did they have An Incident that brought them closer or made them see each other in a new light?
That's a bit harder because I don't have that many headcanons about young Silrah (and generally focus more on the adults), cause their trauma has become such a big part of their personalities that it's hard to imagine them without it. But I feel like there was always that certain interest, maybe some extra attention paid because there was something special about the other person. I'm not sure if I like the "one incident that suddenly makes them go *OH* "-thing because personally, I see them just growing closer and closer due to training together and fighting together. And there is not a certain moment where they suddenly realize the other person has been hot all along.
I can see them having some prejudices towards each other before meeting maybe, but so much of that depends on which frame you shove them in because in my head each scenario is a little bit different. For example, if you set the age difference at 5+ years then Farah would've probably already graduated from Alfea when Saul started studying and she may have stayed there as part of the military and Rosalind's protegee (and part-time helping out training new soldiers? or just because she was in Rosalind's team and Rosalind was at Alfea). In that case, I feel like Saul would always have respected her and maybe kind of looked up to her, but also seen her primarily as part of Rosalind's "special team". Then when he shows promise/ joins the military/... they get to know each other more closer and more on the same level.
But if you set the time frame so that they are both students at the same time then I do see Farah as trying hard to please Rosalind and having a reputation at the school, which changes the way Saul would view her I think? Maybe he thought she was super pretentious and stuck up and then she attended one of the keggers and Bamm suddenly he saw her entirely differently. (or he was partnered up with her and that leads to that oh you're not like I thought you were...) there are literally hundreds of different scenarios and the answer to the question really varies from scenario to scenario (or I'm indecisive you can pick)
Trying to explain my train of thought led to a knot in my brain so I hope this made sense in any way.
But to answer the question: I'm leaning more toward the first option (although I do like them fighting together and suddenly he has a realization)
#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASKS ANON I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THEM#ftws holiday exchange#ftwsholidayexchange
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hey i have a question! And I'm just asking this out of pure curiosity. Why do you love mariemedusa so much?
To be honest that would be an interesting ship. Definitely fits the sun and moon trope hehehe
SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS I WAS TRYING TO THINK UP A GOOD EXPLANATION. Honestly a lot of reasons! It sorted started as a haha silly then evolved into something I wanted to explore more because I love it when women. They’re completely opposite in so many ways and there’s so many different ways to spin them. Marie fixes medusa, Medusa makes Marie worse, they hate each other homoereotically, all those things. Honestly I wish we could’ve seen them interact more especially with a headcanon I have of Marie adopting Crona. Also it would be really funny if Marie was just experiencing comphet after all this time. It makes for funny scenarios with Stein having to deal with Marie(his best friend) dating a literal actual evil witch. (Whether she knows or not is depending on my mood)
I think also both of them being incredibly powerful on their respective sides is really fun. I enjoy the idea of devotion from Marie and the idea of Medusa slowly falling in love with someone who’s driving her nuts. And there’s a lot of fun in devotion gone wrong with Medusa capitalizing on Marie’s genuine desire to be loved.
Medusa is one hundred percent always firm in her convictions and its fun to have someone so sure of themselves get taken down by someone who is so unassuming.
I’m sure there’s even more that I can’t think of at the moment but that’s the long and short of it. Oh and steinmarie was too forced for me and he’s gay hope that helps
Also also theyre really fun to play with in terms of intimacy because they’re both repressed(Marie) and a freak(Medusa)
Also it can be cute and funny or horrible and tragic depending on my mood
Like with Azusa and Marie (love that one too honestly) you can have lovey dovey romantic highschool sweethearts just have azusa and Marie fuck but Marie and Medusa is fun cause there doesn't have to be ANY love involved
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My favorite disaster movie of all time has to be Twister (1996) with the late Bill Paxton and Helen Hunt. It's always been a favorite of mine, especially compared to storm movies now and days that are over-the-top and doesn't really convey the feeling of a real storm like this movie did.
Now, there are a few things I got to mention that are eh for this movie and that is there are two scenes in the beginning and near the end that do have a bad CGI moment each but only those two. For accuracy, the movie is pretty accurate for the tornado unpredictability and kind of how they move depending on their structure and density aside from a few overexaggerated parts because you have to give the characters some "oh shit" moments in a disaster movie anyway.
The opening of the movie is a mix between terrifying and funny. It's terrifying because night tornadoes are horrifying and a tornado indeed makes a ungodly noise when it is nearby if not on top of you (not the roar of a tiger like depicted in the film but more like a train). Lightning is very possible, maybe not in that abundance as depicted but there's a good chance. It's funny, however, because the dad's lines are a bit cheesy and there lies one of the out of touch CGI moments that follows but regardless this is the only disaster movie that actually had a scary opening for how real this can be and much deadlier in the long run.
The fun fact about this movie is up until Twister, the CGI weather wasn't really up to par with the growing advancements of the movie industry so these crazy animators actually updated it with a better system and this CGI weather format has been used since in other movies. Yes, you can thank this movie for better weather depicted in films.
The main reason this movie sticks out to me as one of the best is because of just how close to real it is. There were real fluxes of harsh tornado weather that led to one tornado after next in a single season just like the film's plot goes around. Tornadoes are random forces of nature and predicting them even with technology we have today isn't a hundred percent accurate. Hurricanes are a bit different on how they are monitored so that's why if you came up with the argument of "how come they can predict a path of a hurricane then?", there's a separate answer to that because they are technically a separate entity in classification.
Almost everything you see in this movie has a chance of happening unlike most disaster movies that play up what if scenarios or slow down what the disaster would actually do to make it a more interesting movie and to fill the time quota. Multiple tornadoes? Absolutely possible. Water funnels and splitting sisters? Possible. A tornado leveling a whole town? Moore and Joplin are prime examples of that. F5? You best pray its an F3 or lower because as one character described the F5, it's the finger of God and they aren't exaggerating on that. F4 is one dastardly fellow too, don't mistake that out as the easy survivable one either.
Seeing this film and the whole storm chaser ragtime team chasing these things down is quite amazing when you know there are real people who do this, not to the extreme of the movie per say but they exist. It's a fun movie to watch and I recommend it to all of you to give it a chance. Remember, it was made in 1996 so not everything is accurate but it's a good film.
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Whump Wednesday - 48 - Yonderland
Title: Soon [AO3]
Characters: Dissectus/Voltari, Ho-Tan
Prompt: Dissectus fluff fic - Prompt sent in by the lovely @psychninaaa2.
A/N: I know it's not quite your birthday yet but I hope you will have a fantastic day tomorrow and enjoy it with the people you love! 💙
Prompts are open, so if you want me to write a story for you as well just send me an ask with the fandom, characters and your prompt. I’m writing for Ghosts, Yonderland, Horrible Histories and Bill at the moment.
Six Idiots Whump Wednesday / Fluff Friday masterlist is here.
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Soon
Voltari was nervous.
That feeling was not particularly unfamiliar to him – something his parents had never been too happy about – but letting it show was. He’d been patiently waiting for the Council session to end and everyone to hurry off to the kitchen for dinner before pulling Ho-Tan aside and all it had taken was one look at his face for her to ask, “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
Not too long ago, Voltari wouldn’t have allowed his face to be such an open book, easy for anyone to read. It would have caused his downfall at best and his death at worst. Overlords were trained to sniff out weaknesses a mile away and exploit them ruthlessly, and Voltari’s stature alone had always made him an easy target for thinly veiled threats and attack. It had taken him literal decades to convince the other Overlords that he wasn’t the weakest of them all despite his lean build.
He wasn’t among Overlords now, though; he was among friends and Ho-Tan, as squirrely as she so often tended to be, was perhaps his closest confidant besides Dissectus. Which was exactly why he’d chosen to go to her for counsel in the first place.
“Nothing is wrong,” he said at last before her mind could come up with a hundred different and equally ridiculous scenarios to worry about. “I … merely request your advice on something.”
Clearly intrigued, Ho-Tan raised one of her eyebrows. “My advice? On what?”
Voltari took a deep breath. “It is Dissectus’s Name Day tomorrow and I … I wanted to make it special for him.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Ho-Tan smiled just like he knew she would. “Who doesn’t love a celebration in their honour?”
Voltari sighed. “The thing is: I have no idea what that even means – celebrating a Name Day. Overlords, we – they – don’t really do that. Not even for children.”
A shadow passed over Ho-Tan’s face but faded just as quickly.
“There is no right or wrong way to celebrate a Name Day, Voltari,” she said softly. “It all comes down to one thing, really: making the other person happy. How you do that is completely up to you. You can buy or make them something you know they’ll love; or you can prepare their favourite food and take them to a special place that means something to them, or to both of you. Whatever it is, as long as you have their happiness in mind, you can’t possibly go wrong.”
Voltari thought back to the wrapped present he had hidden away in his closet.
“I … I managed to track down a copy of an old book Dissectus loved as a child,” he admitted quietly. “He was … maybe ten years old when it got banned, along with countless others, and I know he still mourns its loss, silly as it may sound. His words, not mine.”
Ho-Tan smiled softly. “I don’t think it’s silly at all. We all have things from our childhood that hold a meaning others wouldn’t understand. It’s a wonderful gift, Voltari.”
“It just doesn’t feel like it’s enough,” Voltari sighed. “It’s his first Name Day and he deserves more than just a book.”
“Don’t underestimate the power of the written word, my friend,” Ho-Tan said. There was a teasing note to her voice that let him know she wasn’t completely serious. “What’s Dissectus’s favourite cake?”
Voltari blinked, thrown by the question and sudden topic change. “Lemon?”
“Then the two of us are going to bake him a lemon cake tonight after everyone’s gone to sleep,” Ho-Tan said, linking her arm with his. “And we’ll put up some decorations in the garden so you two can share a nice breakfast tomorrow morning. How does that sound?”
“Like you just saved me from making a fool of myself,” Voltari said earnestly.
Ho-Tan laughed and pulled him towards the kitchen. “You would have done just fine with that book of yours, Voltari. Trust me. It’s often the little things that count the most.”
Voltari would try to remember that.
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It was still dark outside when he got out of bed the next morning. Pulling on his dressing gown to ward off the cold, he grabbed the wrapped up book and silently made his way to the garden to get everything ready. The cake was still where they’d left it to cool last night, safe inside a box. Next to it two plates were stacked alongside two forks, one knife, two glasses, a bottle of wine and a picnic blanket – all courtesy of Ho-Tan. Voltari spread out the blanket on the grass, careful to straighten out all the wrinkles, and placed the cake in the middle of it so it would catch Dissectus’s eye. Then he got up and lit the lamps until one by one, the garden was gently glowing with golden light, giving it a dream-like atmosphere.
Voltari paused for a moment to take it all in: the lamps, the garlands, the banner that said, “Happy Name Day!” and the blanket with the cake. His heart began to flutter nervously, knowing there was no going back now. Everything was ready – almost. Kneeling down, he placed the book beside the cake. It had cost him a fortune to track it down, and it had taken way longer than he liked to admit. He’d only gotten it a week before Cuddly Dick had summoned them for the first time – a lifetime ago now. So much had changed since then; some for the worse but most for the better. For the first time in his life, he could go to sleep at night without having to lock the door behind him in anticipation of an attack. He had friends, and not just in secret. He was allowed to openly enjoy their presence and let his guard down around them – something he was still working on but getting better at with every day. But most importantly, he had found peace here, and hope: hope for a future with Dissectus by his side, just like he’d always dreamt of.
Just like Dissectus had dreamt of, too, he knew.
There really was no reason for him to be so nervous right now and yet Voltari found his heart beating a mile a minute as he made his way back inside and down the hallways to Dissectus’s room. He knew better than to walk in unannounced. They might have shaken off some of their old habits but waking an Evil Overlord, even a former one, without warning would still be utter madness.
Not fancying a dagger between his ribs, Voltari quietly knocked on the old wood.
As predicted, Dissectus was awake at once. “Who is it?”
“It’s me,” Voltari said quietly, not wanting to wake anyone else.
A few seconds later, the door opened. Just like him, Dissectus was wearing a dressing gown. While his eyes were bright and alert, the rest of his face was still softened by sleep and his hair gently mussed. Voltari’s chest tightened with longing at the sight.
“What’s wrong?” Dissectus asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Did you have another nightmare?”
Even as he shook his head Voltari felt a wave of affection wash over him. “No, nothing of the sort. I just need you to come with me.”
Dissectus’s eyes narrowed. “Come with you where?”
“It’s a surprise,” Voltari said, offering him a small, shy smile that he hoped would come across as earnest as the words were.
Slowly, understanding dawned on Dissectus’s face and he allowed himself to be pulled out of his room. Their slippered feet whispered over the stone floors as Voltari led him towards the garden. Just before the hallway made a turn, he stopped and turned towards him. “Close your eyes.”
“Voltari,” Dissectus said hesitantly.
Voltari reached for his hand. “Please. Trust me. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
A moment passed, filled with nothing but the sound of their breathing and the weight of their gazes. Then Dissectus nodded and closed his eyes – a sign of trust that nearly took Voltari’s breath away.
“Thank you,” he whispered. He gently tugged at Dissectus’s hand and after turning the corner, blindly opened the doors to the garden behind him. “Careful – there’s a step.”
Dissectus’s hold on his hand tightened for a moment – then there was grass beneath their feet and he exhaled softly. “Why are you taking me to the garden?”
Voltari smiled to himself.
“It’s a surprise,” he said again, knowing how much the words would drive Dissectus mad. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure everything was still as he’d left it – the cake, the lights, the banner – before he turned back to Dissectus and said softly, “You can open your eyes now.”
To him, it seemed like all the Realms held their breath as Dissectus took in the sight in front of him. His face didn’t betray any emotion, and Voltari began to fear that he might have made a mistake, that using something as deeply personal as a Name Day for a surprise had been the wrong thing to do.
Then Dissectus turned towards him, his face filled with open, unabashed wonder like Voltari had never seen it before. “You did all of this … for me?”
Feeling relief rush through his veins, Voltari smiled.
“Ho-Tan helped but – yes, I did. I … I wanted to make this day special for you, seeing as we could never celebrate it before.” He paused and pulled Dissectus into a gentle hug. “Happy Name Day, Dissectus.”
He felt Dissectus huff out a laugh against his shoulder – not one meant to mock but one filled with surprise and delight. Dissectus’s arms came up around him and when he returned the embrace, Voltari couldn’t help but close his eyes and enjoy their closeness for a moment.
“Thank you, Tari,” Dissectus whispered against his neck. “Thank you.”
There was a lot hidden in those words – a lifetime of longing for something so simple and ordinary yet completely unattainable for them; memories of all the times they’d spent this day together in the past and couldn’t acknowledge it; and a happiness they had fought so long and hard for, had risked everything and bled for to finally be able feel it within their grasp.
It’s been worth it, Voltari thought to himself as he pulled back and looked into Dissectus’s crinkly eyes.
Later, those same eyes would be brimming with laughter when Voltari told him about his cake baking misadventures of the night before, and after that with tears when Dissectus unwrapped the book he had been missing for decades. Now, though – now they were soft with affection, and something else – something more. Something Voltari could no longer deny feeling too.
Soon, he thought to himself and tentatively intertwined their fingers to lead Dissectus to the blanket. Dissectus smiled at him as if he’d read his thoughts and agreed. Soon.
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Dragonball Z: Abridged Episode 4 Review
Originally posted August 11th, 2015
Princess Snake is Solid, and it’s not as funny as you think.
So, let’s just get this out of the way now: the second half of “Snakeway to Heaven” is structured around a “joke” that barely even qualifies as a humorous “what if” scenario. Solid Snake, from Metal Gear Solid, and Princess Snake have nothing more than their name in common, and outside of the somewhat humorous juxtaposition of a deep, gravelly voice coming out of a tiny, seductive woman (which, thankfully, none of the characters feel the need to comment on), there’s no redeeming factors to this setup that “Snakeway” spends half of its time on.
Which is a shame, because there’s some clever setup in the scenario with Goku and Princess Snake as it stands. The entire time she’s “seducing” him, she’s making comments about how she is a hunter and has killed everything that he’s eating with her bare hands, which makes the fact that she ultimately wants to literally eat him an ironic (but foreseeable) twist. It’s a clever play on the seductress trope that, if it had been focused on more, would have made for a much funnier scenario.
Our two stories back on earth thankfully are much stronger. While we’re on the lookout we get a wonderful introduction to Mr. Popo, the man responsible for training Krillin and company, who is an absolutely delightful sociopath. Their story is paralleled with Gohan and Piccolo’s, as Piccolo leaves Gohan up on a mountain by himself for his training. There’s a nice exchange between the two of them that sums up the differences between Gohan and the rest of the characters, as Gohan contemplates the various ways he could get off the mountain if he only had some tools, while Piccolo yells at him to just climb down.
Later on, Gohan is still stuck on top of the mountain as a full moon comes out, causing him to transform into a giant ape (complete with barrel and Donkey Kong music). Piccolo establishes that all Saiyans are capable of this transformation, before destroying the moon entirely, allowing Gohan to return to his human form. This, of course, has all of the world-devastating consequences actually destroying the moon would have, and we are shown this in a cutaway to Bulma and Master Roshi watching the news, as the death toll is predicted to be in the hundreds of millions. And on top of that, “Snakeway” closes with a clip of the two Saiyans traveling towards earth. Dark times are coming indeed (but they’re not there yet).
Rating: 3/5
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Stray Observations
Fading Goku’s screaming as he falls into hell out for the intro and then back in when the show resumes is excellent sound design.
Another great moment is when Goku tricks the German Lords of Hell into showing him the exit. It’s nice to see Goku being a little clever every now and then.
Goz: “He made a mess of the Blood Fountain.”
Goku: ”It looks fine to me.”
Goz: “It used to be water!”
Mr. Popo: “Pecking order.”
Newscaster: “And now we go to our resident lunar science expert, Sailor Moon, for an update.”
Usagi: “OH DEAR GOD!”
#dragon ball z abridged#dragon ball z#team four star#dbza#film criticism#dbza ep04#aug 11 2015#not gonna lie#i am out of commentary to provide on this one#the review is solid#and i still think the 'princess snake' 'solid snake' gag is dull#think i will only add commentary on these if there's something notable to say#if i don't add anything though#just assume i think it's still solid!
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THE ONESHOT FROM MY REQUEST WAS LITERALLY SJJDJHWSBAMAMD😭💞💞 THANK YOUU, YOU DID SUCH A WONDERFUL JOB TOO, THE ACCURACY OF THEIR CHARACTERS IS SO MWAH MWAH~!! I'm not even kidding when I say that I needed a ten minute water break to have a crisis when I saw the notification, requests actually being accepted really do be hitting differently to be honest
Buuut after reading it for the millionth time, finally gotten my damn courage back to both thank you for the lovely written story =) thooo... If you're maaybe open for doing a version for Sasuke Cheval as well👉🏻👈🏻 I mean, I won't say no( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Do definitely believe the scenario should be changed up a little though, as I'm pretty sure if he was in Hyoro’s place on that exact moment he'd legit just be like “oh no! Anyways, anyone want some kebab on a horn?” His current emo ass being so rude it ain't even funny😭
BUT, (un)lucky for you. I have about another hundred good ol' ideas in stock👍🏻 (Shh, it's ok to block me). So maybe instead of when they were trying to slaughter Ratha, it could take place right before Versa Pietru was about to be controlled by the Black Blight?
Once again, the reader is hella worried about Cheval and the last pinch of sanity left in him, they try convincing him but surprise surprise, he's too far gone bla blabla😒 they try getting him down to properly talk to him by force, but because of the pure rage he felt he willingly commands Versa Pietru to attack them causing fatal damage (Don't you just hate it when a Titanic sized dragon bites down on you like a chewtoy). Though considering when Rathi endured that hit for him, his mind finally became stable enough to understand that whatever he was doing was absolute bullshi- OKAYOKAY SORRY I'LL STOP NOW. Though now he'd also start to properly realise that he put the reader's actual life at major risk...
Ooo nice idea! Don't worry, you're no bother!😁 I love this, and I hope you enjoy! I know I always love when a request is fulfilled! Apologies too if this isn’t what you had in mind...I’ve been forgetting certain parts of the show
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The Dread Before the Dawn
You try to get through to Cheval one last time before the darkness swallows him up forever. It doesn’t end as well as you thought.
“What would your mother say?” You shouted at your friend, who’s been consumed by hatred and rage.
Right now, you and your monstie were on top of Mt. Celion facing Cheval and the White Dragon. You didn’t understand how Versa Pietru could forge a bond with him after how much of an embodiment of strife he’s become. Your other companions were still struggling to catch up, so right now, it was just you and him.
“Don’t talk about my mother!” He yelled at you, an angsty purple glow coming from that kinship stone he had. The White Dragon hissed as well, causing your monstie to growl in retaliation.
“Can’t you see what you’re doing is wrong! Forcing that monster into this!” You pointed an accusing finger at the White Dragon, feeling a mix of rage and sadness when it came to this situation. You wanted to reason with the last pinch of sanity in Cheval, but you were worried he was too far gone.
“You wouldn’t understand! You never even tried! I’ve lost everything...this is my chance to take it all back!” He shouted at you, pure rage in his voice. You could clearly see now that all reason was thrown out the window. His heart has been consumed by revenge.
However, you still wanted to do everything in your power to save him.
“But that’s not how it works! This isn’t the way!” You shouted back at him, and he simply glared.
“It’s the only way I know that’s left...now get out of my way.” Cheval growled lowly, Versa Pietru flapped its wings aggressively and took to the air, glowering down at you and your monstie. You narrowed your eyes at him, heart beating rapidly.
“If you won’t listen to me...then I have no choice, Cheval.” You said while mounting your monstie, who snarled. You didn’t want it to come down to force, but it seems the boy you once knew was officially gone.
And there’s no changing that, but you made a mental promise to his mother to bring him home, no matter what.
You had your monstie charge at him, baring its fangs. You just had to get him off that monster, bring him down to your level. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes when you saw the actual hatred in Cheval’s once familiar and calming eyes.
However, his pure rage made him do something that you didn’t see coming, although you should have.
He willingly commanded Versa Pietru to attack you. Because of this so-called bond that they had formed, the White Dragon obeyed his command. The strength and might of this elder dragon of exotic origin caught your monstie off guard. In truth, your monstie was no match.
The little bit of success that you had in your mind faded in a blur of white.
You felt the titan jaws of Versa Pietru bite on your shoulder. The saddle of your monstie soon vanished beneath you as you were now high above the ground. However, you could hardly comprehend that due to the high stench of blood and intense pain.
Your body was soon flung into a crumbling relic not too far away, cushioned by the velvety snow.
That was soon stained by blood.
“I told you to stay out of my way...” You faintly heard as your monstie rushed to your side. However, you soon heard your heartbeat in your ears as the organ worked desperately to keep you alive. Your monstie curled around you, trying to warm you as much as possible.
The rest of what happened was a blur to you.
Your friends and allies showed up to face Cheval, who still seems to haven’t cared about nearly ending your life. Again, there was another showdown to try and reason with him that didn’t work. That seemed to be the last straw with Cheval’s false kinship.
The White Dragon turned into the Black Dread.
As much as Cheval pleaded that he felt a bond, that his path was the right one, the now tainted elder dragon didn’t seem to care. An attack blew off his kinship stone, and Cheval went flying towards the cliff’s edge. And as your vision began to grow bleary and fade, you witnessed a flash a green shield Cheval from another devastating blow.
His screams were all you heard as you finally passed out...
When Cheval came to, he realized that his beloved rathian had come to save him. It was like a veil had finally lifted from his clouded vision. The darkness of his heart had been pushed away by the light of his monstie, and his beloved friends who tried to help him to begin with.
“Rathi...I’m sorry...” He said while moving to place a hand on the rathian’s snout, worried that she had taken her last breath in her efforts to save him. However, just as tears pricked the corners of his eyes, he heard a low growl.
Rathi’s yellow pained eyes were looking up at him.
“Oh Rathi...I’m so sorry...” Cheval said again, fully crying this time as he noticed the chipped spikes on her right wing. He bent down to give her a makeshift hug, grateful that despite it all, she came back to save him.
And then it hit him that she wasn’t the only one.
“Y/N...Y/N!” Cheval shouted out your name, sounding distraught. He knew you couldn’t hear him, not from where he was. It all came to him that he put your life in so much risk. The life of someone who meant so much to him, that only wanted to help him.
By the time Lilia found him, he was a puddle of tears and despair.
Cheval wanted to find you and apologize immediately, even knowing it wouldn’t make up fro what happened. However, he has finally come to his senses, and realized the danger you were in.
That was his fault.
“Y/N...please be alive...I’m so sorry...” He muttered to himself as Rathi nudged him a bit. The real Cheval had finally returned. The gentle and caring boy that you had come to know and love was finally brought back to you.
Will you live to see him again?
That’s up for you to decide.
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Hi! Can you please answer for the fanfic asks A, D, H, K, M, V and Y? I hope you're having a lovely day!
yay! thank you for the ask! 🥰🥰🥰
I hope I got them all!
A: Of the fanfic you’ve written, which is your favorite and why?
This question is so hard. 😭 I've written hundreds of fics just for Thomas Hunt alone and then hundreds more between the other characters. I love each one for different reasons. I wouldn't even know how to pick a favorite. But it would probably be something for Thomas Hunt (just because I'm biased like that lol)
Though my Orphanage series for Mal and Daenarya has a really special place in my heart.
D: What’s the most personal fanfic you’ve written?
I feel like there are bits and pieces of me in a lot of my stories or characters. Definitely Alex and Bogart! But as for a singular story, probably Sea Lions, Tiger Sharks, and Penguins, oh, my! In it Bryce, Olivia, and the gang visit the Boston aquarium, where Olivia wants to steal a penguin. When I visited Boston and went to the aquarium, I definitely made a plan to borrow (without asking) one of the little blue fairy penguins. I tried to convince my friends to help, but alas, I still have no penguin pet! But I do have a little blue penguin plush just like Olivia's .... but I had to buy it myself. I didn't have a beautiful Bryce to get me one. That fic is 100% based on real events!
H: How would you describe your writing style?
all the fluff all the time, fluff without plot, and small moment stories (did I mention the fluff yet?) oh and heart warming stories
K: Do you have a guilty pleasures in fic (reading or writing)?
In writing, I don't think so? I think I'm happy to write everything I write for even if people don't like it or consider it weird. If anything, I guess Justin Mercado would be a guilty pleasure since I enjoyed writing him, even though I got a lot of hate for it.
In reading, I definitely enjoy reading dom/sub, master/slave, and MMF stories 🙈🙈🙈.
M: What’s the weirdest AU scenario you’ve ever come up with? Did it turn into a story?
I have a Hollywood U/Red Carpet Diaries AU that is inspired by the concept behind the Broadway musical If/Then, where one decision can set you on two very different paths.
It would focus on the choice of whether Thomas and Alex get together (in HWU) or not so it would follow their lives after both versions of that choice until the timeline of the RCD series, however it definitely focused more on them not getting together since I'd consider everything else I write as part of the world where they do get together.
So it isn't my happily ever after Thomas and Alex. It's dark and angsty and doesn't have a happy ending. I'm not sure that qualifies as weird but it's definitely OOC for me. I want to write it because I think it would be an amazing story, but I can't bring myself to break their hearts and mine, and possibly cause them physical harm. It currently has 2 dark endings and one is a major character death. ahhh!! (Though I guess you can consider them getting together and my regular writing as the 3rd ending aka the happy one, but still it's all so painful to think about)
V: Are there certain comments you’ve received on your stories that have stuck with you?
Any comments that mention how my story cheered them up on a bad day, made them cry (in a good / happy way), or ones that quote back my writing, those are the ones that always stick with me and I always go back to reread them.
3 lovely readers who have left comments that have stuck with me over the years are @lilyoffandoms @quixoticdreamer16 and @ariondevereux (BratzLahela😭 Miss you!!!).
Y: What are your thoughts on your personal satisfaction with something you’ve written vs. the popularity of your stories? Do you tend to be most satisfied with your most popular stories?
Oo this question! I know I love the serotonin boost I get from popular stories. I know I shouldn't crave that, but I'm flawed and human and I do love to get reblogs and comments. However, some of my favorite stories are for characters that are less popular so they definitely don't get as much attention. I mean poor Thomas Hunt has like 3 fans left. I'd love to get hundreds of notes but I accept that's not in the realm of possibility. Thankfully I love Thomas more than I care about being popular. I would write him even if there were no people reading! lol
On good days, I am happy with what I write and I can hold on to that despite the popularity of it, but sometimes it's easy to think "well this character/story got a lot of attention, I guess I should do more of this." I try not to do that and just focus on what I want to tell, but yeah, it's not always easy.
Woo that was so much fun! Thank you so so much for the ask! I know I'm usually the worst with answering asks so I tried really hard to make sure I did this one in a timely manner. I appreciate your ask and you for being so lovely and supportive always! 💛💛💛
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Since you’re planning to rewrite the Zenin Massacre arc as a sequel to your Werewolf fic.
Does that mean that Choso and Maki will have a little interaction before she goes to the clan?
I would think it would be a nice/funny moment. Like imagine Maki being like “Oh. It’s you.”
And Choso being a bit surprised to see Maki, especially in her burnt form.
Yuji being curious how they know each other would ask, in which Maki would probably bluntly replied with a “Oh, I almost killed his younger brother in a mission, but Mai stopped me.” In which, Choso would confirm it by saying that he owns Noran-so’s life to Mai.
And Choso, being such a big bro that he is, would probably asked about how Mai is doing and if she’s alright.
I dunno. I would think it would probably be a nice little interaction between them before the tragedy hits the fan.
These are vague plans so far, but yes.
A couple of rewrites is that Maki will not go back to the Zenin household right away, I am interested in exploring the time in between post-Shibuya and culling game without rushing back in.
The big difference in this fic is that one, Choso does not stay behind to guard tenzin and instead Yuji, Maki and Yuta go together with Choso to try to recruit Hakari instead of Yuji and Megumi, before the Zenin Clan Massacre. Megumi instead goes to the Zenin family first to get the weapons and this throws a twist in things and makes the arc longer.
I can't give every detail because I'm still in the outlining phase.
Maki interacts with Choso, and with Mimiko again. Mimiko having survived through Shibuya because this is my rewrite and I do what I want. In this scenario Maki foils both of them.
Mimiko is an incredibly codependent twin sister with Nanako, who has been living her life practically attached to her and letting Nanako make all the decisions because she's been the stronger twin. However, Nanako has been fighting recently with Mimiko prompting Mimiko to go off on their own. Mimiko is also similiar to Maki a victim of abuse, but differently from Maki instead of leaving her twin sister behind and fighting for independence she is incredibly codependent on her family, first on Geto and then on Nanako. She even dies in the original version of Shibuya because she cared more about getting Kenjaku out of Geto's body, to the point of begging Sukuna for a favor so big mistake.
So, Mimiko and Nanako are fighting and seperating which is an entirely new experience for them because after surviving the massacre of their village, they are everything to each other. They are slowly gaining independence, whereas Maki and Mai used to be each other's only family and source of comfort in the Zenin clan until Maki retreated from Mai entirely robbing Mai of that source of comfort and practically leaving her alone. Except now, Maki has changed her mind and wishes to reconnect with Mai. So the foiling there is they are going opposite paths. Maki would probably see Mimiko as weak because she can't stand on her own two feet, Mimiko would see Maki as callous in regards to her own sister. I think Mimiko would also see an element of Geto's actions in Maki, because of the way Maki massacres the Zenin clan after snapping si the same way Geto destroyed their home village.
Choso on the other hand foils Maki in that they are both big siblings. I wrote this in another post, but part of Choso's character is how much he chooses to ignore the circumstances of his birth, and love his brothers instead. Maki is the mistake of her father, and the shame of the Zenin clan. Choso is the mistake of his father, and the shame of the Kamo clan. Choso has the added benefit of being a weird human curse hybrid who has spent one hundred years as a fetus. However, Choso chooses to look at the blessings of his life instead and take an active role in loving and caring for his older brothers. However, I think Maki dwells in the negative trauma in her life more. I think she does love Mai a lot she is clearly devastated by her death but she loves her from a distance, I think she expects Mai to just know that she is loved rather than showing it or communicating it. Maki doesn't choose Mai because her vengeance against the Zenin clan is more important.
I don't think Choso would look down on Maki though, rather he'd try to council her for her choice. Like you said, Choso owes Noran-so's life to Mai, and he would want to help Maki bridge her relationship with Mai, because he also understands the difficulties of being an older brother. If Maki considered herself a failure as the older twin, I think Choso would relate to her because he also failed in several regards, he did let two younger brothers die, he almost killed Yuji. He places all this importance in the role of the older brother, but Choso also considers himself a failure of an older brother despite all he has strived to do so I think he'd be sympathetic overall.
Basically yeah, the whole point of the Werewolf Sequel is to give Maki and Mai breathing room and time for development instead of rushing straight to the slaughter.
#askspookies#should i make a tag for asks where i talk about my fics#if you guys wanna ask questions about my fics please do#always send me more asks
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💖🤩⛔ for the fic writer asks!
💖 What made you start writing? Answered here!
🤩 Who is your favorite character to write? Oh God, I've written a lot of fic for a lot of fandoms - this is hard. Just looking at my AO3 stats I've written Cat Grant and Laura Roslin the most, with Kara Danvers, Sarah Jane Smith, and Catelyn Stark as runners-up, and I have definitely loved writing all of them. Common themes there are prickly but ultimately soft-hearted women that are reluctant to let people get close to them but blossom when they let their walls down, and women who have tremendous responsibility placed upon them without a choice and must navigate that the best they can. They're all characters that grapple with darkness in different ways and all have very, very strong moral centers and priorities, though those don't always equal being good people or doing good things. They're all also characters with an element of "still waters run deep", which is definitely something I love to explore.
I adored writing Laura but it's been nearly ten years since I have! That's special to me because I was 15 when I first started writing her (fifteen years ago next month, insane) and when I look back on BSG fic that I wrote in my teens I'm actually still pretty proud of how it holds up and the grasp I had of Laura's character. I'm getting ready to start a rewatch so I'm really curious to see how I feel about the show and Laura after so many years - what hits me differently, what feels the same, etc. - and I'll be curious to look back on those fics again after that.
Overall, though, I do think if I had to choose just one at this point I'd say Cat - both because she's the one that I've written the most of most recently (new fic dropping this weekend, actually!) and because there's a lot of room to play when writing her. Her voice is a challenge for sure, but Calista played her so specifically that it's really fun and easy to imagine exactly how she'd say something or what expression or movement she might make in a given moment - she's so expressive, which lends well to writing.
Overall writing in the Supergirl universe and for Supercat allows very easily for exploration of pretty much anything, which is nice. Writing something silly and fluffy is very doable without the backdrop of, like, post-apocalyptic genocide survivors on the run or "oh this is a cute moment, what a shame that they'll both be brutally murdered a few years later!", but there's also so much room to explore trauma and hurt/comfort and anger and grief, and there are so many different iterations of the Supercat dynamic that are all great to mine. I also really love exploring AU scenarios but prefer canon-divergent AUs, not entirely separate universes, and Supergirl is a fandom that really inspired me with a ton of "what if?" scenarios.
⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped? Literally hundreds. Some never actually had a word count but existed - or still exist - fully formed in my head; others are just a few paragraphs, and still others are thousands of words. Some of them I still want to finish, and others I will stumble upon and be like..."this is 6000 words and I have literally no memory of it but damn, I wish that author would update!"
The two that haunt me, though, are two that exist in fragments and outlines and old notebooks and that I was really invested in that just never came together for a number of reasons and that at this point I've accepted that they will live only in my headcanons.
One of them was a Doctor Who AU where at the end of School Reunion, Sarah Jane joined the Doctor and Rose in the TARDIS. It would have explored the relationship dynamics between all three and would have covered most of season two, with Doomsday playing out differently and with a happier ending, though overall the tone was going to be very bittersweet (partly because I envisioned it being mostly if not entirely through Sarah's POV). The biggest themes would have been acceptance - Sarah understanding and accepting why the Doctor left her, and traveling with him again would really hit at those "you can't go home again" vibes; Rose accepting that there's no forever for her and the Doctor, and that she's going to age the way Sarah has and that he'll have to move on when they're both gone; the Doctor coming face to face with his past choices and the consequences thereof and accepting that the pain of knowing he'll lose them doesn't mean that he should just try to run from it. It would have had a pretty open ending with the three of them still traveling together and knowing that it won't last forever, or even for very much longer necessarily, but there being some bittersweet hope in Rose and Sarah knowing that they'll have each other, and that when one or both of them are no longer able or wanting to travel with the Doctor, that doesn't have to mean him flying off and them never seeing him again. And for the Doctor, he's such a bittersweet character anyway, but the idea would have been that he might be more willing to have more lasting relationships with his companions in the future and that that would be a hard but good thing for him.
The other was my version of Cat Grant's backstory. It was framed through "Ten People Cat Grant Has Loved", and each section would have given more pieces to the puzzle (it would have been non-linear). I had a pretty elaborate backstory for both of her parents, for her experience and decisions around Adam, her relationship with Lois, and for her first husband/Carter's father. A few of the other people (mostly OCs) that Cat had loved would have been less about the relationship and more about snapshotting where Cat was at that moment in her life. Kara would have obviously been one of them (the second to last - I was going to bookend everyone between Cat's dad and Katherine at the end) but I wasn't ever sure about how explicitly romantic that section was going to get.
I had - and have - a lot of scenes sketched or written and a pretty comprehensive outline, but then season two happened and a) fucked up some of my backstory and b) made me way less excited to work on this. While I've continued to write Supercat, this was going to be quite a labor of love and it just didn't feel like something that was going to be as fun or worthwhile as it might have been if I'd gotten it out back in the joyful heyday of the season one fandom. There was a moment for this, and it passed.
ask me writing questions!
#whew i went off here#these fics genuinely do haunt me if that's not clear!#doctor who#otp: my sarah jane#drama queen of all media#writing#headcanons
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