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may I request a really really really smart villain. but somehow the hero manages to outsmart them, and even though villain is completely dumbfounded, they find it incredibly hot???
gl, if you wish, but im fine with anything !!
“You’re scared,” the villain whispered. “I know what that feels like. I know what it can do to a person.”
Their fingertips traced the hero’s clavicle gently, as if they attempted to calm a startled deer by stoking it.
“It’s not a pleasant emotion. It certainly isn’t one anyone should be used to. So I’m curious, do you need my help?” the villain said. Their eyes scanned the hero curiously. Almost as if they could absorb everything about them just by looking at them.
Something about the hero seemed to pull them in, something seemed to fascinate them on a grand scale and the hero couldn’t tell if they loved the challenge or the attention.
“Would you mind?” the hero asked. They nodded towards the villain’s fingers on their body and clearly, the villain received their message. They pulled away and smiled. Curiosity seemed to be their big weakness.
“I apologise, of course. I’m fond of pretty things.”
“As every crow is.”
“That’s a compliment.” The hero didn’t answer. They knew the villain was toying with them; they were fully aware of their sweet words and their kind smile.
The villain wasn’t easy to understand and that was a big problem in this whole mess. Incompetent people proposed a threat to the city because of their lack of intelligence. They weren’t easy to understand, they were unpredictable.
Usually, the hero could argue with smart people, could get into their minds and understand their motives but the villain was a complete minefield. Their unpredictability came from several unrelated plans that intertwined and altogether made up a whole picture.
They were ten steps ahead. Always.
Suddenly, a missing professor, a burning bakery, a sick child and a stolen book were parts of a chain that would make sense to the hero much, much later. Ordinary things could play huge parts in these reaction chains, something they liked to call “controlled butterfly effect”. It made the hero think of all the details, all the little crimes in the city. It made them overanalyse every little conversation they had with the villain.
Was the villain giving them clues?
Was there a way to decipher these riddles?
How could anyone be at ten different places at the same time?
How was it possible to get information you’d have to torture out of people without actually talking to anyone at all?
“I’ll have to change my address for the third time this month,” the hero said. “You should apologise for that as well.”
“It’s not my fault you make it so easy for me.” The villain looked around the hero’s living room and in some weird and strange way, the hero felt superior to them, now that everything was done. It would’ve been foolish to say they were relieved. In fact, the villain was right. They were terrified. “New choice of plants, I see. You like orchids?”
“Why exactly are you here?” the hero asked. They assumed the villain knew about yesterday. They also assumed the villain was here to talk about that. “So you can make fun of me? Humiliate me in my own home?”
“Without an audience? Please, I thought you knew me.” The villain’s eyes found the hero’s again after what they deemed to be enough observation.
“You like it more intimate. You like it when it’s just us.” Now, the villain looked intrigued.
“Touché,” they said, almost as if the hero had defeated them with a single word. The hero wished it had been that easy.
“Again. Why are you here?” The hero crossed their arms in front of their chest. It was getting quite chilly in just a shirt and underwear.
In response, the villain took in a deep breath and sat down on the hero’s couch. They lounged.
“When Hannibal crossed the Alps, do you think he was scared? I mean, all that responsibility on his shoulders? It was dangerous, he could’ve lost his entire army.”
“Is this supposed to be some metaphor for me being Hannibal and you being…what? The Roman Republic?” the hero asked. Sometimes, it was laughable where the villain’s mind went. It was hard enough to keep up with them already but the amount of knowledge the hero acquired from talking to them alone was insane.
It was the type of learning experience that required failing repeatedly to get to the answer. The hero didn’t enjoy it.
But the villain only chuckled.
“I was trying to say that being determined and scared can coexist. You did something that demands great courage.” They tilted their head. “And yet, it is a very scary thing.”
With slow steps, the hero approached them until they were close enough. They sat down on the villain’s lap. Unsurprisingly, their nemesis didn’t protest.
They weren’t proud of what had happened, they weren’t proud of what they’d done.
“How can a person obtain information no one dares to whisper?” the hero asked. “How can that person receive it within seconds?”
“You tell me,” the villain said. An invitation. It would’ve been illogical to decline.
“You had two helpers. Someone who can teleport. Someone who can turn invisible. I don’t know how you convinced them but they were heroes once.”
The villain nodded.
“The Romans had to learn the hard way how important spies are. They learnt it from the Carthaginian. Like I learnt from you years ago,” the villain said. It was difficult to imagine that all this was the hero’s fault. “Now, tell me what you did when you found out.”
The hero was quiet until the villain’s palm brushed their thigh softly. The villain seemed unfittingly euphoric.
“I knew they wouldn’t be easy to keep in a cell.”
“So?”
“So I killed them.” The villain nodded.
“You killed them,” the villain agreed. “Did you know crows wait for other predators to tear open their prey?”
The hero waited. The villain wasn’t angry. They were fascinated. It hadn’t even occurred to the hero that this was the solution up until yesterday.
And still, even though this was a major success when it came to stopping the villain, it wasn’t satisfactory. Killing two of their own people hadn’t been pretty.
“Did you know curiosity killed the cat?” the hero asked back. Behind their back, they clenched their fist to stop their hand from shaking.
Within seconds, several red laser dots pointed at the villain. With the hero on their lap, pressing them into the couch, there wasn’t anywhere to go. The sharpshooters wouldn’t let the villain move a muscle.
And behind the shocked expression, the hero saw something they weren’t sure if they loathed or liked: a certain admiration for only them.
#villain it’s a trap u stupid ahh#I am behind you I always find you I am the tiger#somehow completely managed to ignore the dumbfounded part I AM SO SORRY#I’m not even close to being able to write smart characters but I hope this is ok 👹#writing snippet#heroxvillain prompt#heroxvillain snippet#heroes and villains#hero#villain#hero x villain#heroxvillain#an answer for an ask#request
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Could you please draw Basil holding Sunny? That would also be so adorable.
Absolutely adorable :)
#typing this with my cat on my lap is difficult.#request#anon#omori sunflower#sunnflower#art#daily basil#drawing#omori#digital#omori basil#basil#basil omori#i am closing the ask box ! there's like 20 requests as of right now so i. need some time to go through them.#if you sent your prompt a while ago: i recieve it and will do it‚ promise‚ but it might be a while
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hey, could you make one of estelle finding out that percy and annabeth are demigods? thank u so much i love your works <3
*Okay, I kind of struggled with this one because I don’t feel like they’d hide it from her. I feel like it would be one of those things she’s always known. So, after a lot of thinking, I finally came up with this. Hope you enjoy!* Also, reminder, still closed to prompts, just catching up on a few old ones I hadn't gotten to yet.*
Demigods
It happened during spring break of his freshman year of college. Percy had come home to New York, catching a ride with Hazel on Arion, since she was visiting Camp Half-Blood as part of the two camps’ exchange program. Hazel was going to be spending a week at the Greek camp and Malcolm Pace was going to be at Camp Jupiter for a week. Annabeth had stayed in New Rome to work on a project for one of her architecture classes and to hang out with her demigod brother, who she hadn’t seen in a while. Percy had to admit he could understand the appeal, since the main reason he’d wanted to go to New York for a week was to hang out with Estelle.
His one-year-old sister was thrilled to see him. She squealed, patted his face, grabbed his nose, tugged on his ears and hair, and slobbered all over his cheeks and chin in an attempt to give him kisses. Basically, it was an awesome greeting.
The next day, he volunteered to take Estelle to a nearby park, to give his mom and Paul a break. The first part was fun. He pushed Estelle on the swing, grinning back at her when she gave him a drooly, three-toothed smile, her chubby legs kicking excitedly. Then he sat her on his lap to go down the slide. Estelle squealed so loudly that at first he was afraid she was scared, but then he realized she was laughing.
So they went down the slide about seven more times.
Everything was going well. Percy was having a great day with his baby sister. Even the weather was cooperating; it was a sunny, warm, early spring day, the trees just starting to be touched by green.
And then, as they turned the corner a few blocks from their apartment, Percy pushing Estelle in her stroller, he froze.
Skulking in an alleyway, flexing their muscles, were two Laistrygonian ogres. For one moment, Percy thought maybe he could slowly back away unseen.
And then their eyes fell on him. One glared, one grinned, and both pushed away from the alley wall and started moving towards him.
Percy cursed in his head, even as he reached for Riptide and, in the same move, stepped in front of Estelle in her stroller.
“Hey, guys,” Percy said, trying to keep his voice casual even as he palmed Riptide, still in pen form. “How’s it going?”
“Better now, Perseus Jackson,” one of the Laistrygonians rumbled. “Babycakes and I have been hoping you would reappear.”
Percy cursed out loud this time as he realized it was one of the ogres who had attacked him years ago during gym class. And, apparently, the monster’s girlfriend, who was still glaring at Percy.
“Do you know how annoying it was to have to wait for Joe Bob to reform?” Babycakes crossed her meaty arms, which were tattooed as thoroughly as her boyfriend’s.
“Probably really annoying,” Percy agreed. “Sorry about that. Anyway, great to see you all again, I’ll just be on my way—”
“I don’t think so, Perseus Jackson.” Joe Bob grinned, showing his crooked, stained teeth. “We were just trying to decide what to do for lunch. And then here you are.”
“And you brought a baby,” Babycakes cooed. “I love babies.”
Percy’s skin crawled. His own voice came out like a growl. “No one touches my sister.”
The Laistrygonians laughed and prepared to charge. They never got the chance. The moment they threatened Estelle, rage rose like a red hot wave in Percy’s chest. With a metallic shink, Riptide appeared in his hands. He leapt forward and, in two swift swipes, he dispatched the giants. They barely had time to look surprised before bursting into piles of monster dust.
“Enjoy Tartarus,” Percy muttered. It wasn’t something he’d normally say, after having been there himself, but he didn’t have any sympathy for monsters that threatened his sister.
Behind him, Estelle gurgled. Percy turned to look at her, Riptide still in his hands. Estelle was smiling and drooling as she chewed on her hand. When she saw him looking at her, she squealed happily and held out her arms. Percy scanned the street, but when he didn’t see any additional threats, he capped his sword, slipped the pen back in his pocket, and reached down to unbuckle Estelle from her stroller. His hands were shaking when he picked her up. She didn’t seem to notice. Instead, she babbled and patted his face. Percy managed a smile. “Come on, Estelle. Let’s get home before we run into any other problems.”
His mom and Paul were still out when Percy and Estelle got home. His little sister started to whine as soon as they got in the door, so after Percy had shut, and locked, it, he bounced her on his hip, which she usually liked. But Estelle wasn’t having it right now. So Percy changed his hold until he was cradling her against his shoulder. Estelle nuzzled her face against his shoulder and one small hand gripped his shirt as she continued to whine. Percy patted her back, then, cuddling her against his chest, headed to the kitchen to make her a bottle.
After she fell asleep while drinking her bottle, Percy stayed on the couch, just holding her for a while. Even though he’d dispatched the monsters easily enough, the fact remained that, just for a minute, his baby sister, his fully mortal baby sister, had been in danger. Because of him. And that wasn’t a good feeling.
Finally, Percy stood up, Estelle fast asleep in his arms, and carried her to her crib. Giving her a featherlight kiss on the forehead, he laid her down and tucked her in. Then he headed across the hall to the bathroom and closed the door. Sitting on the edge of the tub, he turned on the shower and used his powers to arc the water, letting it catch the rays of late afternoon sunlight coming through the window, creating a rainbow. Tossing in a drachma, he said, “Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering. Show me Annabeth Chase at New Rome University.”
The rainbow shimmered. A few moments later, Annabeth appeared. Luckily, she was alone, sitting at her desk in her dorm room, absorbed in sketching. The sunlight coming through the window made her blonde hair glow. Percy watched her for a moment, already feeling a little better. But finally, when she didn’t look up, he said, “Hey.”
Annabeth jumped. When she saw him, though, an easy smile crossed her face. “Hey, Seaweed Brain.” The smile faded, though, as she studied his face. “What’s wrong?”
“Had a little bit of a run-in with some Laistrygonians.” He told Annabeth about what had happened, how he’d been on his way back from the park with Estelle, how the monsters had surprised him, how he’d dispatched them with no problem, but how he couldn’t get rid of the sick feeling in his stomach quite as easily.
“I just—” Percy ran a shaky hand over his face and through his hair, “I just can’t get past the fact that Estelle was in danger because she was with me.”
Annabeth tilted her head, as if thinking. Her gray eyes were intense as she’d listened to his story, but now they softened as she said, “I have a slightly different take on it. I’d say Estelle was never really in danger because she was with you.”
Percy shook his head. “That sounds good, but it’s not true. If they’d gotten the jump on me or something—”
“Percy.” Annabeth’s voice was a little more stern. She leaned forward on her desk, closer to the I-M. “You once blew up a volcano. Not to mention lots of plumbing over the years. You don’t think you could blow up a New York City water main to wipe out some monsters if Estelle was in danger?”
Percy took a leaf out of her book and rolled his eyes. “Well, yeah, probably, but that’s not—”
“That’s exactly the point, Seaweed Brain.” Annabeth’s expression was earnest as she locked eyes with him. “I’m not letting you beat yourself up about this one. Could something potentially happen to Estelle that would be absolutely out of your control? Yes, possibly. But would you do literally everything in your power to keep her safe? Absolutely. And you have a lot of power to call on, Percy. More than you even recognize sometimes. Your little sister is as safe with you as she’s going to be with anybody. Trust me. I know you.”
Percy blinked hard and cleared his throat. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah, okay.” He managed a smile at his girlfriend. “I believe you.”
“Good.” Annabeth returned his smile. “I am sorry that happened, though. It sounds like a scary moment.”
“It did scare me,” Percy admitted, running his hand through his hair again. He exhaled. “Just more to lose, you know?”
“I know.” Annabeth raised her hand, just barely touching the Iris-message, so that it looked like her fingers were melting into the rainbow. Percy raised his hand to hers and it almost seemed like their palms were touching, even three thousand miles apart.
Naturally, Estelle chose that moment to start fussing from her crib across the hall.
“Uh-oh,” Percy said. “That might be my cue.”
“Give her a kiss for me. I love you.” Annabeth blew him a kiss. “Enjoy your visit, babe. It’s going to be okay.”
“Thanks, Wise Girl. Love you, too.”
Percy did feel better, even as he swiped through the I-M and Annabeth’s image faded. He turned off the shower, then headed across the hall to Estelle’s room. She was standing up in her crib, hair nap-mussed, whining around her pacifier. But when she saw him, her entire tiny face lit up and her pacifier nearly fell out as she smiled. Percy felt a pang in his chest, but it wasn’t a bad feeling.
“Hey, Estelle,” he said as he crossed the room to scoop her up. “Good nap?”
She burbled happily to him and Percy couldn’t help grinning.
He kissed one of her chubby cheeks. “That one’s from Annabeth.” Then he kissed the other. “And that’s from me. I love you, Estelle. And I’m always going to protect you. Don’t worry about that.”
His baby sister tugged on his ear and squealed. Percy figured she got the message.
“Let’s check out the kitchen,” he told her. “I think there’s a jar of mashed carrots with your name on it.”
He kissed the top of her head as he carried her down the hall. Annabeth was right, he couldn’t totally control every situation. But he would always do everything in his power to keep his little sister safe.
#pjo#fanfic#percabeth#percy jackson#writing#fanfiction#ff#stories#request#annabeth chase#CLOSED TO PROMPTS#I'm just catching up on old ones
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(Whispers closely and quietly in your ear):
What if Anne gave piggyback services to each queen what would that look like
new backpack unlocked idk (post-show routine)
#anon the way the first part of the ask lowkey gave me jumpscare vibes i have an irl friend who likes doing this to me and delighting in my#torment. awful/hj.#anyways i was looking at smth like this but the less goofy and more soft vibes version for a comm. so here we go! gn#six the musical#six the musical fanart#anne boleyn#katherine howard#fyi requests are rly technically closed but also idk what to do with all the asks i have so occasionally i draw them#and by occasionally i have asks from three years ago so. idk. hm. ig please dont take it personally if i dont reply to yours#maybe its because i keep answering that people think i might still draw??? fsgdfahgkd ig they're not wrong but it'll be a while til the nex#any new requests that come in basically. will be hiatused and probs not replied to ig but they'll be added to the list of possible prompts#also irl stuff is rly catching up to me so it's probable you'll only see me for commissions and for watt week this month <waves and poofs>
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Thirsty - 55 AND JAKE IM BEGGING YOU
HEY SUNNY!
YOU DON’T NEED TO BEG unless you wanted it in a timely manner. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x F!reader
Word Count: 850
Warnings: smut, overstimulation, p in v, mentioned fingering, mentioned oral (fem receiving), the mortification of being walking in on
Minors DNI
Smut Prompt #55
You’ve been seeing Hangman for a couple months now. Suffice to say, the uranium mission had made him much more agreeable. Easier to palate. Just enough of his edges smoothed to make his smart mouth charming where it had once provoked with sarcasm and biting wit. And in that time, you hadn’t exactly wanted for sex. Hangman’s appetite was something else; you can’t think of a single time he’s left you wanting. But that doesn’t mean that you don’t like to take things into—ahem—your own hands every now and then. So when Hangman grumbles that Cyclone has wrangled him into a late night at North Island, you decide to have some fun.
Your assigned housing unit’s door doesn’t creak anymore since Hangman fixed it. Not that you’d have noticed after half a bottle of wine, anyway. You’d been too distracted to hear your spare key snick the deadbolt or the door open. So you were shocked into momentary stillness when Jake appeared in your doorway hardly thirty minutes after he’d usually roll around. Staying late, your ass.
“What’s wrong, darlin’?” he asks, eyes drinking you in unabashedly where you’re spread out on your bed, fingers buried between your legs. “Don’t stop on my account.”
You heaved a sigh. That wasn’t how you’d planned on your night going. Reassuring your situationship that taking your pleasure into your own hands wasn’t a reflection on his ability to get you off. “It’s not like that.”
“What’s it like, then?”
You decide direct is the best approach. “Sometimes I just want to cum.” And you’d assumed he wouldn’t be stopping by after his apparently-not-so-late night.
Hangman hums as if he’s mulling it over while he unbuttons his khaki top, dropping it as he steps forward to tower over you in his undershirt and regulation pants. “Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.”
When Hangman gets something in his head, he chases after it with his entire being. It’s one of the things about him that had both infuriated and fascinated you.
So, the answer is five.
Once as he guided your hips in a sinful grind against his thigh, sucking a bruise into your collarbone. Again with his fingers massaging the sensitive walls of your cunt and pure filth caressing your ear. Twice with his face nestled between your thighs—technically a third when he used his tongue and fingers in tandem.
“Jake,” you whimper, lightly swatting his head away from your quivering, oversensitive pussy. “That’s– ah! That’s enough.”
He chuckles, the sound originating deep in his chest. “You sure?” he asks, crawling up your tired body. All you want to do is sink into your mattress, but plush lips catch your nipple, and you can’t help the way you arch into the slick heat. He lets your nipple go with a pop. “I think I can get one more out of you.”
He takes his time playing with your tits before he nudges your legs far enough apart for his hips to slot between them. He shudders as he presses himself close, lazily thrusting his long-ignored cock along the length of your cunt. Nudging your clit and sending sparks crackling all throughout your system before drawing back to start over again. You wonder, a little hysterically, if he broke something inside of you. If he’d knocked a screw loose for you to want it after the wringer he’s purposely put your body through.
As the sensation walks the fine line between pain and delicious pleasure, you wrap your legs around his hips and roll into his next thrust. Offer him more of the friction you know he craves. He looks every bit the cat who got the cream as he brings a hand down to position himself at your entrance, but he pushes in slowly. Relief and restraint warring on his face as his jaw slackens and he fights to push in slowly, the movement slick from how wet he’s gotten you.
“There you go,” Jake rasps, muscles bunching as he lowers himself to capture bitten lips in a kiss. The rhythm he starts is gentler than you think he’s been with you before, but he’s brushing all the spots that wind you tightest. His pale eyes are half-lidded. “This okay?”
It’s over far sooner than you could have anticipated, but with everything else you’ve endured and the way Jake grinds against your sweet spot with unerring accuracy, liquid gold rushes through your veins as he makes you fall apart in record time.
“So fuckin’ hot,” Jake groans, pulling out of you to strip his cock. Grunting as he shudders through his orgasm, pearly ropes decorating your abdomen.
“Six,” he says, pressing a kiss to your stomach before leaving the bed to retrieve a washcloth.
You’d throw your pillow at him if it weren’t so comfy… or if you could get your arms to work. “Don’t sound so smug.”
“Whatever you say, darlin’.”
You’re asleep by the time he gets back to the bed with that washcloth.
#thirsty answers#thirsty's smut prompt list#the long overdue 801 follower celebration#jake hangman seresin x reader#jake hangman seresin x female!reader#hangman x reader#top gun smut prompt#top gun smut#user: purelyfiction#requests are still closed
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hello friends. despite my 9 million existing dreamling wips i'm feeling the need to branch out a bit for the sake of my mental variety. what pairing other than dreamling should i write a little something for? could be romantic or platonic
other way of phrasing i guess: any pairings you really want to see more fics for in the fandom?
#i actually do have one someone asked me for ages ago i've been meaning to get to so i'll try to do that too#bonus points if it still involves dream bc you know i love dream XD#probably wont do any romantic pairings /between/ the endless because well yeah#but open to exploring pretty much anything else... feel free to send whatever if you want. dont worry about if i'll like it#if i can't vibe with it or find it uncomfy i just won't write it no harm no foul#not me soliciting little prompts fully knowing that motivation is a fickle beast and who knows if i would get to writing them XD i want#to though! or like. idk. if anyone wants to share headcanons about their favorite pairings i am happy to receive them#the sandman#a couple that are bouncing around my head already:#rose meeting desire. this could be really interesting i think (they are of course her grandparent)#calliope and lucienne post-calliope's imprisonment: i think their dynamic could be interesting since they both have/had close relationships#with dream. but of course calliope's relationship with him fell apart. i think lucienne with whatever context of it she had would probably#be sympathetic to calliope's perspective but still staunchly On Dream's Side so the speak bc she is ultimately very loyal to him... could b#an interesting convo.#additionally - calliope and johanna. both suffered things recently. both had curious interactions with dream where they recently saw both#his vicious side AND a kinder more understanding side of him... [dream gave rachel a peaceful death at johanna's request etc]#but they've come out of their suffering really differently (granted it was different types of suffering. but)#wow here i am asking for people's ideas and then just coming up with my own XD#anyway#wait two others: i'm fascinated by the potential dynamic of lucienne and the corinthian they only had like one short scene together in the#show but can you imagine. spending eons being loyal to dream and then going opposite directions with that loyalty. being among dream's inne#circle so to speak except lucienne is her own entity while corinthian was /created/ by dream. they have the most fascinating venn diagram o#personality traits and narrative positions...#secondly. and this is kind of crack. but like. imagine johanna and corinthian in the same room XD 'hi i'm an exorcist and this is my pet#serial killer' 'yeah my lord gave me a vacation to go kill some demons' why doesn't he try to kill johanna? bc she tried to destroy him#first time they met and he can't help but respect it XD
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For the requests, I'd love to see Jason with a really skrungly cat! Thank you~
This cat isnt exactly scrungly but i loved the reference image too much
#dc#sart#jason todd#prompts#im probably gonna be closing requests soon but thank you to everyone to sent some in
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"Roses are red, violets are blue. You know what else is red? The blood about to spill from you." Whumper hummed merrily as they twirled a knife between their fingers.
#happy valentine's day#it's past midnight so it's technically not but close enough#this prompt brought to you by me slicing my finger open on valentine's day#whump#whump community#whumpee#whumper#whump prompt#whump request#writing#writing prompt#whump writing#promtps
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requests!! part one of the bunch i got this weekend, ft. my newfound favorite terror show!chen courtesy of chen anon <3 and skybound skylor and her ladder. i am a skylor’s ladder appreciator first and a person second top ten baffling ninjago decisions of all time
#ninjago#garmadon#sensei garmadon#kai ninjago#lloyd garmadon#ninjago nya#skylor chen#art✨#art requests#today won in the poll but tbh i was going to post last night and then i looked up and it was 10pm so. today :]#these were SUPER fun and i’m very excited about the rest >3 there’s about four or five more and they’re great prompts#these ARE all done with only the colors in the palette (plus the lineart color i usually use and on a few a lighter shade for the eyes#but i kept it as close as possible and just used layer styles to do shading highlights w the existing colors#more soon!!! working on morro now >:]
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me looking at the clock like 👀 because will i get this valentine's day one shot posted that is literally a year late up in time? we shall see alksdjfsdla lmao.
here's a little sneak peek 😉
“What did Noah mean when he said that Bradford?”
“Hmm?” Lucy stirs against his chest. Dark eyes flutter lazily as a soft sigh leaves her lips still half asleep as Tim draws circles mindlessly against her bare shoulder blade. His touch almost rhythmic, just enough to threaten to lull her back to sleep if he doesn’t stop soon. She’s in that perfect state of blissed, completely sated but worn out enough to easily need a few more hours of sleep and she blames him completely for it. It was hands down the best Valentine’s Day ever. The gold plated necklace, a fancy (and romantic) dinner, the continuation of the mind blowing sex. Lucy had been left without words when he warned she’d “need that fuel for later” but she underestimated how much he meant it.
Judging by how fragments of light sneak in through the curtains she’d guess that she’s gotten some sleep. Though not quite enough as a sleepy yawn leaves her lips and she reluctantly opens her eyes. What started in the backseat of his truck continued to her bedroom which then carried on to the shower. She mistakingly thought that being pinned against the cold shower tiles as Tim’s hands explored every inch of her body while hot water fell on them was the cap to the perfect night but then his lips trailed up her thigh and she quickly realized he wasn’t quite done yet once they made their way back to bed.
A vague memory exists in her mind of it being a little past three by the time she came down from the euphoric high. Her body as exhausted as her mind as Tim rolled off of her, limbs still intertwined as they both settled in each others arms and drifted off to sleep. While a few hours ago, it feels like only minutes as if she’d just shut her eyes to try and get some rest. Sleep that has clearly come to an end as he asks again and she shifts, propping herself up on an elbow as she looks at him, gazed narrowed as she debates the question while chewing on her bottom lip.
“Nothing,” she settles in the most nonchalant answer she can give.
“Nothing?” he repeats with a sly smirk knowing better, “you’re lying.”
#the rookie#chenford#better late than never i hope? hahaha#i swear i've been working on this for a year#and i told myself i would post it by today#i was so proud of combining four prompt requests into one bc it worked well#but i may have flown too close to the sun it seems
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Can I request Gortash put in his place by Durge? Possibly with rimming/pegging~?
fuck yes and I already know this is going to be a fic, not a drabble, so I'm replying to you here and I'll put it in the request log. Will reblog this post with the link to the fic once it's done!!
#see that's what i'm talking about#thank you anon#i will have fun with this#did not expect the first ask to be a fic tbh i thought you'd all send me drabble prompts but OKAY#i'll just close requests if i get too many but for now they stay OPEN#my writing
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“Did you really think I forgot about you?”
The hero — with bloody knuckles and a swollen face — looked up at their saviour. Was it that obvious that they had given up on hope? Was it that obvious that they’d abandoned their beliefs there for a second?
Honestly, the hero was surprised the villain even recognised them. Broken fingers were their tiniest worry.
“You sure took your time,” the hero whispered. They smiled softly. They tried to reach out for the villain but instead, the villain got down on their knees and held their hand.
“Diagnosis?” the villain asked, as always.
“Probably something with my ribs. A few fingers are definitely broken. And I’m really fucking thirsty,” the hero said. They were also tired. “I can’t believe you actually came.”
“Why wouldn’t I? Out of all the heroes I fight, you’re my favourite.” The hero tilted their head (or tried to) and had to smile again. They could’ve cried. Something in their exhausted heart sparked a flame. Christ, most of the time they wished the villain wouldn’t make them feel that way.
“You’re just saying that so I feel better,” the hero said.
“I’m saying that because it’s true.” The villain’s thumb was gentle with their knuckles, barely even touching their hands. And still, they were connected. “I know you can take care of yourself but let me make sure you’re okay from a distance too, okay?”
“Okay,” the hero said, dared to whisper it even.
They watched as the villain quickly put pressure on the big wounds and tried to sloppily bandage their hand. They were quiet and gentle and the hero felt such a horrible longing for their presence that it was tugging at their heartstrings.
Because they knew how this would go. The villain would bring them home, make sure that they got to bed and then they would leave. Every time (not that it happened often but the hero was indeed a little reckless) the hero would wake up alone in their bed, managing the healing and the meds by themselves.
And every time, the hero craved the villain’s presence like a carnivore craved meat. They wanted this connection, they wanted these smiles and these laughs. They wanted the gentle touches and the soft glances.
It wasn’t meant for them, it was surely not destined to be theirs; this life that they fought day and night for. No matter what they did, they knew it wasn’t theirs to have.
“You’ve become better at that,” the hero said. They nodded towards the bandages. How was it that the villain had become their favourite person in the entire world? When had they become so addicted to their presence?
“You’re giving me plenty of opportunities to practise,” the villain answered. The villain’s fingers brushed their neck when they looked at different cuts.
“I don’t know if that’s a good thing.”
“Me neither,” the villain said. “But I know that you can’t just fight everyone who looks a little suspicious. You don’t always know what you’re getting into.”
“Yeah, I’m…kinda working on that,” they answered. They let their hand rest on the villain’s thigh.
“That’s a good hero,” the villain joked. God, the hero couldn’t remember the last time they had wanted someone this bad all the time. As if the villain was their perfect opposite, as if they were destined to be together. And yet…
“I really thought you wouldn’t show up this time.” The villain was working on the hero’s shoulder now. A really nasty cut. “I thought you had gotten sick of me.”
“God, you’re so dramatic,” the villain said. They rolled with their eyes and then looked at the hero for a little too long.
“I’m sorry,” the hero whispered.
“Nono, it’s just…” The villain looked at them, looked at the wound, at the ground. Their ears got red and suddenly the hero’s heartbeat increased. “Be more careful next time, okay?”
The hero looked at their nemesis and they swore that in their eyes, they could see the same longing and the same dreams.
But neither of them said it out loud.
“Of course, yeah,” the hero said. They took in a deep breath.
And the villain brought them home.
They brought them to bed.
But they didn’t stay.
#👌this close to a confession#maybe next time#writing snippet#heroxvillain prompt#heroxvillain snippet#heroes and villains#hero#villain#hero x villain#heroxvillain#an answer for an ask#request
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There haven't been any Milgram headcanon requests so far, right? How about 🧸 and 💔 for Mikoto?
Mikoto time!! Thank you for the request -- I know it's risky posting headcanons so close to Double, but I'll come back and ammend anything that might be proven wrong on Wednesday 😂
🧸 A headcanon about their childhood: Through his early schooling years, Mikoto was present for a lot of extracurricular activities. He didn't always care/give his all, he just enjoyed hanging out with others and fooling around. The reason he can be such good friends with everyone is because he's picked up on tons of little things over the years by dabbling in all those arts, fields of study, sports, etc. Once he finds out your hobby, he can immediately retrieve some bit of knowledge/memory to get a conversation going, or even join in the activity. Mahiru is pleasantly surprised by his classic literature references, gardening club gets him on Shidou's good side, Muu likes talking to him about fashion tips, he can play sports with Fuuta, he tries to bond over band memories with Amane, and so on. When he was a kid he was just trying things out for fun, but as an adult he's grateful he picked up on so much.
💔 An angsty headcanon: He's accustomed to, and expects, bad separations. So many friendships and relationships ended on a very sour note, so now he's used to pulling away first. (There was no aggression or violence, but) the appearance of different alters followed by the host's insistent denials would make others think poorly of him. The more he claims ignorance, the more it seems like he's just gaslighting/manipulating, so there have been a few explosive separations in which he had no idea what went wrong. Because of that, it's been harder to get close to anyone, and he will start pulling away the minute things show signs of trouble. It's why he left the smoking group so quickly, and doesn't hang out with the other prisoners as often in T2. Instead of waiting for an inevitable fight, he ends things immediately and peacefully.
#milgram#mikoto kayano#thank you so much for the request!!! mikoto on the brain and im so hyped for double#(and actually i did get one milgram hc request a bit ago for muu -- strangely enough it was for the exact same prompts :0)#i debated on doing these after wednesday but ah well#i can always change things#i dont think mikoto necessarily Enjoys everything that he knows about but he keeps the knowledge anyway#he jokes that he has a really good memory to recall so much like that but cant even remember the night before...#and yeah :( im so sad about the smoking group but from how i read their characters it seems like something he chose himself#kazui and shidou wouldnt shun him or be afraid of him#and he mentions having lovers before but plays it off like a joke -- nothing ever got too serious then...#i wanted to write something about his home life (for either prompt honestly) but ill definitely wait a few days for that#i really hope hes close with his mom and sister ;--; knowing milgram though shit probably sucks ;___;#given his protective nature id love to see him as protective older brother#headcanon time milgram
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Shopping
Prompt from Ao3: Would love to see a future fic of either Annabeth wedding dress shopping with Sally or Annabeth and Percy telling Sally they are having a baby!
*Again, still closed to prompts, just have this one and one more left to catch up on (last one will be up next week). I loved this prompt and wanted to do both lol so here you go!*
SHOPPING, PART 1 OF 2:
Annabeth knew it was the right dress as soon as she put it on. It was simple, but elegant, with a hint of Grecian style, while still being modern. The skirt swept the ground and the fabric was light, perfect for catching the breeze at a beach wedding. When she saw herself in the mirror, she smiled and teared up. She could absolutely see herself saying “yes” to Percy in this dress.
“It looks like we might have a frontrunner,” the shop assistant suggested kindly. She was an older woman in her fifties wearing a black dress, her gray hair piled elegantly on top of her head, and she’d told Annabeth earlier how much she enjoyed helping brides find their perfect dress. “Should we show them?”
Annabeth nodded. She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. She was spending the last Saturday of her senior year of college Christmas break going wedding dress shopping, while she and Percy were in New York visiting his family for the holidays. She couldn’t imagine dress shopping without Sally there to help. And, luckily, a few of her friends had been able to make it to the appointment, too. This was the fifth dress she’d tried on and the other four had received mixed reviews from her entourage of Piper, Hazel, Rachel, and Sally. The toughest judge, though, was Estelle. The almost-four-year-old had expressed some strong opinions about two of the previous dresses. And while Annabeth wasn’t going to base her decision on anyone’s opinion but her own, it would make everything easier if everyone liked this one.
She shouldn’t have worried. When she stepped out of the dressing room, she couldn’t help the smile on her face. Shyly, she did a small turn, holding out the skirt, and asked, “What do you think?”
Piper started smiling immediately. Hazel’s hands went to her cheeks, her eyes bright. Rachel studied it critically for a moment, like she was examining a painting, then gave an approving nod.
Estelle, perched on the couch between Hazel and Piper, clapped her hands and told Annabeth, “You look like a princess.”
The best reaction, though, was Sally’s. Her eyes welled up, even as she smiled. “Oh sweetheart. You look absolutely beautiful.”
“Thanks, Sally.” Annabeth gave her a hug. “I think this is the one.”
“It’s for sure the one,” Piper agreed. “We can see it on your face.”
Annabeth blushed and turned back to the mirror. “I just—I can see myself standing beside Percy in this dress.”
“After he picks his jaw up off the sand,” Rachel said, which made everyone laugh.
“This is it,” Annabeth said, twisting slightly in front of the mirror to see the different angles. “I’m getting this one.”
“Wonderful,” the assistant said. “I’ll leave you all to talk for a minute while I put the order together. Would you like to add our alterations package? There’s a discount if you purchase it at the same time as the dress.”
“That won’t be necessary.” A dark-haired woman with grey eyes, wearing jeans and a white blouse, stepped into the dressing area.
“Mom?” Annabeth’s stomach dropped. She was torn between being happy at seeing her mother and being concerned about why, exactly, Athena was here.
“Hello, Annabeth.” Athena stopped beside her, studying her daughter in the wedding dress as if it were a battle plan. “You look lovely.”
“Th-thank you. How did you know we were here?”
Athena raised an eyebrow. “I was given to understand that it is traditional for the mother of the bride to attend wedding dress shopping.”
“Oh, of course.” Annabeth exchanged glances with Piper and Hazel, who both looked alert as they watched this conversation. “I just didn’t realize it was something you’d want to do.”
“It’s not something I would typically do,” Athena agreed, moving to stand beside Annabeth, her hands going to the dress, gently tugging and tucking it so that it fit more tightly at Annabeth’s waist, highlighting her figure. “But I’m willing to make an exception for you. And offer my services as a seamstress to make the alterations on your dress.”
Annabeth’s eyes widened. “Seriously?”
Athena smiled thinly. “Yes, seriously. I am the goddess of weaving, after all. I think I can manage this task.”
“Thank you.” Annabeth was stunned. She and her mother hadn’t always had an easy relationship. And she knew Percy had never exactly been Athena’s favorite. So to get her support in this way meant a lot.
As much as she appreciated her mother’s visit, though, Annabeth could definitely tell everything was more tense while the goddess was present. Luckily, after taking Annabeth’s measurements by studying the sample dress, Athena nodded, gave Annabeth instructions on how to contact her to make the alterations once her dress arrived, then left as abruptly as she’d arrived.
Once they were back on the street, Annabeth walked beside Sally, Estelle holding both their hands, insisting that they swing her across the cracks in the sidewalk.
“Thanks for coming today, Sally,” Annabeth told her.
“Of course, Annabeth.” Sally smiled at her as they swung Estelle again. “I wouldn’t have missed it.” Her voice turned more careful, though, as she said, “It was nice of your mother to come.”
Annabeth nodded. “It was.” She shot a smile at Sally. “But I’m really glad you could be here, too.”
Sally’s eyes crinkled the way they did with a true, genuine smile and she reached over with her free hand to squeeze Annabeth’s arm before Estelle once again insisted that they swing her.
*
“How was dress shopping?” Percy asked Annabeth later, when it was just the two of them snuggled on the couch at his parents’ apartment, watching TV after everyone else had gone to bed. “Did you get one?”
She nodded against his shoulder. “But you can’t see it until the wedding. It’s bad luck.”
“Do you actually believe that?”
Annabeth shrugged. “I’m not risking it, Seaweed Brain.”
Percy chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “You’re probably right, as usual.” His arm tightened around her shoulders. “I already know you’ll look beautiful, though.”
Annabeth hid her smile against his t-shirt. Raising her head, she met his eyes, gorgeous as ever, and told him, quietly, “I can’t wait to marry you.”
Percy’s smile at her words made her melt. “I can’t wait to marry you, either,” he said, leaning closer to kiss her.
Soon, in just a few months, she would walk down the aisle to him, wearing the dress she’d bought today. Until then, it was enough to be cuddled close together on the couch like this. Life was good.
SHOPPING, PART 2 OF 2:
Sally was grateful to be inside the department store on this early spring afternoon, as it was gray and drizzly outside, the sky pressing close to the tops of the skyscrapers. She was also happy to be at the store with her son and daughter-in-law, helping Percy find new clothes for an upcoming formal work event. Annabeth had insisted that Sally accompany them. “We’ll need a tiebreaker,” she’d told Sally on the phone the day before. “Besides, nice clothes aren’t always Percy’s strong point.”
So Sally had happily agreed to join them. They would be meeting Paul and Estelle afterwards for dinner. Sally had dropped Estelle off at her dance class on the way here, and Paul would be picking her up on his way to dinner after work.
It didn’t take too long to find a nice button-down shirt and a pair of dark gray pants for Percy. He’d initially wanted a blue shirt, of course, but Annabeth had insisted on a green one that complemented his eyes. Sally hadn’t really done her job as tiebreaker, since she’d agreed that her son looked very handsome in both shirts, but Percy had eventually given in good-naturedly to his wife, especially after she agreed to wear a blue dress to the event.
“You’re my plus one,” he told her with a wink. Annabeth playfully smacked his arm.
Sally smiled. They were as cute now as they had been at sixteen. And she was very happy that Annabeth was an official member of the family. As they started walking across the department store, back towards the door (Sally thought, although she’d gotten a big turned around in the giant store), her phone buzzed. She checked it, following the shopping bag swinging from Percy’s hand out of the corner of her eye. When her son’s footsteps stopped, she stopped, too, still focused on Paul’s text saying they were on their way, his photo of Estelle in a dance pose, and her reply exclaiming about how adorable the photo was and letting him know they were on their way out of the store and would see them soon at the restaurant.
As she slipped her phone into her pocket and looked up, she realized that Percy and Annabeth were both watching her. “Sorry. Text from Paul. They’re on their way to the restaurant. Did you need something else here, honey?”
“I’m not sure.” Percy glanced at Annabeth, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “Do we need anything else here, baby?”
Sally was a bit surprised at the term of endearment, as Percy didn’t always use those for Annabeth in front of his mom, but they were also still pretty early in their marriage, so she figured maybe it was just a happy newlywed thing.
Annabeth crossed her arms, biting her lip, glancing at Sally before telling Percy, “I don’t know, baby, what do you think?”
Sally frowned, narrowing her eyes. Clearly, something was up. “What are you two—” Suddenly, she realized where they were standing. “Why are we in the baby department?”
Percy raised his eyebrows at his mom. Annabeth was clearly trying to hide a smile. Sally had a moment of confusion, glancing from her son and daughter-in-law to the racks of tiny, pastel-colored clothes.
And then she got it.
“Wait. Are you—” Their giant grins were answer enough. And then Sally started crying, right there in the department store.
“Aw, Mom.” Percy hugged her and Sally squeezed him back, hard. “These are happy tears, right?”
“Of course they are!” Sally sobbed, even though she was smiling as she kissed his cheek and released him to hug Annabeth. “I’m so happy right now.”
Annabeth held on to Sally for an extra moment, and Sally squeezed her tighter. “You’re going to do great, sweetheart,” she told her daughter-in-law softly, and Annabeth nodded against her shoulder. They were both wiping tears off their cheeks when they broke apart.
“Well,” Sally clapped her hands, “while we’re here, I’m buying some outfits! I’m guessing it’s too soon to know boy or girl?”
Annabeth nodded. “I’m not due until September, so we’ve got a while still. Thankfully. It was…a bit of a surprise.” She glanced at Percy with a smile. “But we’re really happy about it. Thrilled, actually.”
“Definitely,” Percy agreed, still grinning. “And we decided not to find out what the baby’s going to be. We’ll be happy either way, so it seems like it’d be a fun surprise.”
Annabeth made a face. “It makes it hard to plan, but he persuaded me.” She took Percy’s hand. “We’ve had a lot of crummy surprises over the years, so it seems nice to have a good one to look forward to.”
“Absolutely,” Sally agreed. She turned to critically examine the rows of tiny clothes in front of her. “I’m sure I can find some cute onesies in here that will work for a boy or a girl.”
She did. Ten minutes later, she was handing Percy a second bag to carry, this one holding half a dozen adorable little outfits. Percy was still beaming as he took it from her.
“Feels real now,” he said, hefting the bag to show Annabeth. “Our baby has clothes.”
Annabeth sniffled. “That’s so sweet. Thanks, Sally.”
Sally gave Annabeth a one-armed hug. “You’re welcome, dear. I’m just so happy for you both.”
The three of them left the store, heading for dinner to share the good news. Sally couldn’t keep a smile off her face. Her son was going to be a dad. She was going to be a grandma. Above her, the clouds were breaking up, slivers of blue sky appearing through the gray. It was a beautiful day.
#pjo#fanfic#percy jackson#percabeth#writing#fanfiction#ff#stories#annabeth chase#request#closed to prompts#just catching up
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Doodle Requests Open!
Hey, hi, if yall have prompts for Darnold and Sasha or their interactions with the Science Team while they run around in Black Mesa, I'm opening my asks to doodle requests!
I might be a little slow with them (and I'll be on hiatus for most of next week), but I'll try to get to them when I have time if I'm sent any :]
I'll update in a separate post and on here when I close requests, but if you've got suggestions until then, feel free to drop them!
[Start ID: A HLVRAI doodle of Darnold looking at his Spore Launcher (AKA "Gubb" in this AU), Sasha, with a mix of concern and contemplation. He is mentally calculating the risk of getting a salmonella infection from gently kissing the amphibious alien creature on the head. End ID.]
#i have an ending prepared that i wanna post but i feel like it's still a bit soon#ill admit i have a tendency to get overwhelmed so i may close early. so heads up!#i miiiiight also open doodle requests for general HLVRAI prompts later on if yall are interested in that#hlvrai#hlvrai darnold#snail's art#requests
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"I bet you think you're real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We'll see how cute you look later when I get you home." with Hangman! Happy celebration!
Hey Gigi —
I know it looks like I forgot about this, but I promise I didn’t (writer’s block’s a bitch, amiright?). I hope that it doesn’t disappoint. This is the first time I’ve written anything Hangman on my own, so hopefully, he’s recognizable.
Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x F!Reader
Word Count: 677
Warnings: N/A (who is she?)
Smut Prompt #11
It’s an ordinary night at the Hard Deck. Nothing for the books. Just drinks and good company. Even the fact that Hangman’s eyes have been on you all night isn’t something to write home about. The intensity with which he’s watching you, however, is.
Glance. Glare. Glower.
Phoenix’s fingers feather over your exposed collarbone as she tucks loose hairs over your shoulder. Rooster’s broad hand light against your lower back as he squeezes behind you to line up for his next shot—it isn’t even a good one. Payback’s fingers linger as he passes you a fresh bottle. Bob’s arm winds around your hip to pull you out of Coyote’s way and subsequently into himself when Coyote circles the table after Rooster scratches.
None of this stops you from laughing along with your friends as the night sails on. Despite what it may look like to outsiders, you know these are innocent touches. Well, not innocent. You know what they’re up to, and you’d put money on it that Jake does, too. Practically everyone is in on the joke. But that doesn’t mean he likes it. But, you think as Rooster wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you in close to ask for your advice on his next shot—not that it matters, Coyote’s going to win on his next turn—, their touches are nothing compared to the electricity that crackles through you when Jakes looks your way.
You haven’t reacted to a single touch that night, but that hardly matters. Not to green eyes. Not when the entire team has spent the night repositioning you at the pool table, brushing against you. Touching you. Small, inconsequential, intentional touches that are designed to crawl under Hangman’s skin. A taste of his own medicine.
“There you are, darlin’,” Hangman drawls, catching you around the waist as you try to skirt his game of darts. He reels you in until your back is pressed firmly against his chest, away from the sticky, lingering touches of his squadmates. “Sorry, Bobby, but I’m going to have to wrap this up.” He lines up his first shot. Bullseye. “It’s past baby’s bedtime.”
You guffaw, Jake’s arm tightening around you before he throws another bullseye. “Okay, Caveman.” The quip earns you a snicker from the peanut gallery.
“I bet you think you’re real cute,” he grumbles under his breath so only you can hear, “letting them put their hands all over you.” He hooks his index finger through the belt loop on your pants, his thumb sneaking beneath your shirt to rub teasingly at the sensitive skin around your hipbones. A touch that has the little hairs on your lower back standing at attention, the smooth skin beneath his thumb breaking out in goosebumps. He stands up to his full height to line up his last shot as he says: “We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.”
Before you can drag him out of the bar, Bob snorts.
“You got somethin’ to say, baby on board?”
Bob’s eyes widen a bit at being called out. He reaches up with the same hand that’s holding his Coke to adjust the glasses on his nose. “No– ah– well,” he clears his throat, eyes flicking to Phoenix, “just that she’d probably still look cute, you know–”
“Bob,” Payback tries to help out by cutting him off.
“–when you, uh, get her home. She’d– I mean, she’s always cute, right?” Closer to the pool table, Omaha is shaking his head while Fanboy groans an ‘oh my god.’ “So I don’t know why that’d stop.”
A smarmy, shit-eating grin slowly twists Hangman’s lips up until Phoenix is rolling her eyes. “That’s a mighty fine theory, Bobby,” he says, linking his fingers. He turns you in his arms, leaning in close enough that his breath tickles your ear. “How about we get out of here and test it out?”
Phoenix and Coyote boo you out of the bar.
A couple of hours later, Bob receives a photo that has him sputtering, his cheeks flaming.
#thirsty answers#thirsty's smut prompt list#jake hangman seresin x f!reader#jake hangman seresin x reader#hangman x reader#top gun smut prompt#user: gigisimsonmars#my requests are still closed#but i'm hoping to start posting more while i get a handle on my burnout/writer's block (fingies crossed)
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