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teacheesee · 2 months

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Hi you, I'm writing to you from Belgium! Thank you so much for your work, omg I love your writing so much!!! (you managed to make me get SICK butterflies in my stomach on your fiction "i am your singer" -smut LMAO-)

I'd like to suggest a story idea for zoro, I dreamt about him yesterday and in my dream he always found an excuse to get into the rooms I was in (very often the bathroom… While I was showering of course…) (example: it's dinner time // we're looking for you everywhere, I wanted to make sure you were okay…) Would you be willing to smut this dream into reality? 💚

(of course, it's a proposal, you're free to choose! Thank you so much for reading! 🥰)

don’t bother knocking - zoro x reader nsfw

hiiiii tysm for the request this is lowkey one of my fav pieces for this blog yet lol. enjoy!!

warnings: oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, fem bodied reader, no pronouns used

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You ran your hands through your hair, making sure all of the soap had been wrung out. Ears blocked by water, you nearly missed the squeak of the door hinge as it opened. Sticking your head out of the shower, you saw Zoro, leaning against the counter.

“Can I help you?” You drew back into the water.

“No,” he hummed, “Just wanted to let you know that dinner’s ready.”

“Alright, yeah, I’ll be out in a minute! Don’t let them all wait up for me, alright?”

He grunted in response, and it took a few more seconds for you to hear the door open and close again.

Weird. Whatever. You stepped out of the shower, spotting wet footprints across the bathmat as you dried yourself off.

Zoro’s been acting this way lately. Always seeming to be where you want to go. Always showing up where you are. You try not to read too much into stuff with Zoro, maybe it’s just his way of trying to be closer friends with you. He’s got so many lofty aspirations that it’s hard for you to justify what your heart wants and what the crew already sees unfolding: Zoro’s got a thing for you. He just doesn’t know how to show it.

You towel off your hair and make your way to the kitchen, where you take your seat next to Zoro. Luffy is lunging for everyone’s plates although they’re all almost done eating, Zoro included. You sigh as you start to eat, relishing in the taste of Sanji’s perfect meal, and you rest your head on your hand as you start to pick at the plate. Distracted by the dinner, you don’t notice how close your arm on the table has gotten to Zoro’s. The heat of the shower is radiating off of your skin and onto his, and the hair on his arms raises. He fights the blush that settles on his ears, making no effort to pull away from your touch.

He stays there long after he’s finished eating.

The knock on your door is most unexpected, at this hour. You get out of your bed, setting down the book you’d been reading, and peek through the sliver of the door. When you see who it is, you open it wider.

“Oh hey, what’s up?” Zoro avoids your gaze a bit. Not completely, just enough to notice. He shrugs.

“Was bored. Mind if I hang out with you?”

You lick your lips. Zoro notices.

“Yeah, come on in, I was just reading,” you back away from the door and fall back into place on your bed. Picking up your book, Zoro sits on the side of your bed.

“What’s this about?” You take the book from him and set it down on your nightstand.

“I don’t really know yet, just started it tonight. But the cover is pretty so that means its gotta be good,” you laugh.

“Pretty sure there’s a phrase advising directly against that way of thinking but whatever,” Zoro mutters. You lean against the headboard as you laugh.

“Right, yeah, ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’, well I happen to find that is the best method to finding anything good.”

“Is that right?” Zoro inches unperceptively closer to you, the arm bracing himself now over your legs.

“Yeah, that’s right.” Zoro licks his lips. You notice.

“What have you been doing hanging out with me so much? What’s the angle?”

“No angle.”

“No angle?”

“Maybe there’s an angle,” he smiles. His eyes dart down to your lips for a fraction of a second, but long enough to ignite a heat that’s started to burn in your stomach. Maybe, you realize, it’s been burning for a while now.

Zoro’s grown closer to you now, something you both realize. But the realization doesn’t make you pull away, not now that he’s got a hand cupping your jaw and tilting your face as if he’s practiced it a thousand times, just for this. Just for you.

You eyes close slowly as you feel the touch of warm, chapped, rough lips ghost your own. It’s as if he’s afraid to push too hard, to break a spell or scare you off, he touches you so dearly. The kiss deepens slightly, but never in a rough way, no, Zoro’s staked so much on this moment to ever make any motion that might scare you off.

You pull away, a giddy laugh making it’s way past your lips. Zoro searches your eyes for any trace of doubt or unrequited emotion, but he doesn’t find it. And he can’t help but catch that infectious laugh, that smile that cracks across your face with such abandon that it takes all of his efforts to not let it consume the entirety of his soul. It does anyway. You lean back up and let Zoro follow you down to where you sat against the headboard, and he moved to straddle you, running a hand through your hair and gently holding by the roots, committing all of these feelings to memory. He’s waited long enough to feel you, and now that he’s got you in his hands, he wants nothing more than to break down every wall you’ve built around yourself, to touch your skin, to sink into you.

He sinks his teeth, experimentally, into you. Not to damage, but to be able to look back tomorrow at breakfast and know that it wasn’t all a dream. Your fingers make his earrings clink as you run a thumb over them, tugging his ear close to your mouth.

“You wanna?” You whisper, the soft smile you’re wearing evident in your cadence.

“If you’ll let me,” he answers, trying not to give himself away. He does anyways. His hands, antsy to roam, have made their way down to your pajama pants and make a move to tug, but you pull away.

“Me first.”

You move to the floor, and Zoro’s hand flies to your nape, not wanting to lose touch with you for a second. His pants have pooled near you on the floor, and with it come his boxers. You lick your lips. And boy, does he notice.

The grip he has on your hair tightens, but is never harsh. Never with you. Even as your lips and tongue start to envelop and swirl around the tip of his dick. Never harsh. Even when his other hand clenches tightly into the mattress. Even as you take him further, noting every vein present and pulsing under your administrations. Even as he fights the urge to tell you every thought he’s ever had about you. Never harsh. Even when his hand leaves your hair to wipe tears brimming at your eyes, he does it with such tenderness that you start to question if the tears are from the gag at all.

Zoro pulls away from you, clearly a motion of great strain, and he pulls you back up to the bed, where you finally kick off those damn pajama pants. Laying down, Zoro’s eyes ask an unspoken affirmation from you, as his fingers hook around the edges of your underwear. You nod, and the haste of which he pulls them down makes you laugh. His lips are back on yours, tasting your laughter, until he pulls away to cup a hand on your cheek, slipping his thumb into your mouth, greeted by an unexpecting hum. He draws it out of your mouth with a pop, and brings it down to your center, dragging it across your folds, holding you open. You take in a sharp inhale as he rubs his thumb across your clit in circular, steady motions. He smiles, watching as you start to clench around nothing, and all for him. His lips are back on your neck, kissing further down until they ghost over your chest, pause, and continue kissing over the cloth of your shirt. Your back arches towards his warm breath, the fire in your stomach reaching a blaze. Your hands are all over his back as he continues to work you open, steadily puting more pressure on your nerves. You groan at the feeling, impatience starting to wear you down.

Zoro hears the quickening of your breath, and decides to sink a finger into you, working it around to get you adjusted. You huff in exasperation as he pulls away, only long enough to get himself settled towards you. His hand is above your head as he angles himself, dragging his dick along your folds. You groan in unison as you feel each other’s warmth, the culmination of all this waiting paying off after all these years. He sinks in, slightly, not so much to satiate you by any means, no, but it’s enough to get you adjusted.

Zoro takes a deep breath, and lets it go as he slides fully, sheathed impossibly tight within you.

You take a deep breath, and you let it go as you’re filled, depths reached.

“Good?”

“Good.”

With your affirmation, he moves, slowly at first, and then picking up the pace. But never harsh, never abrasive.

Not tonight.

There will be other nights, nights with less on the line, where Zoro will allow himself to tear into you, to deny and restrain you, but not tonight.

Tonight, Zoro focuses on loving you, which comes easily, given that it seems as he was born to do just that.

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The warmth of the hot water soothes your legs as you bend down to turn the shower off. The cool air of the night hits you as you step out of the shower, not surprised to see Zoro leaning against the counter. He watches as you wrap the towel around yourself.

“Can I help you?” You muse, tucking the towel in and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He smiles at you, resting his hands on your waist.

“Nope,” he presses a kiss onto your lips, “no angle here.”

a/n: hey everypony mwahahaha almost got carried away w this one it’s like one billion words. anyways school is still kicking my ass. sorry responding to this took so long!! hope everyone has a good day and eats good food! okay bye kitties meow

#zoro #zoro smut #one piece #zoro x reader #one piece zoro #one piece modern au #one piece fluff #one piece smut #zoro fanart #op zoro #roanoa zoro #sanji x zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro x luffy #zoro x sanji #pirate hunter zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro x y/n #zoro imagine

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cocogum · 1 month

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Let’s TALK about episodes 9 and 10 people… (part 2)

PART 1 : HERE

(‼️SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4‼️)

And of course, we got Qilby who’s finally got the eliatrope dofus back and left the chat. I liked how he was talking to Shinonome tho even if she was still in their shared dofus. This taught me that even if one sibling is alive, they can still communicate with their twin in their dofus.

And here we go again with Qilby wanting to make A NEW ELIACUBE. Only this time, he’ll name that one the “Eliasphere”.

Because of this, it was finally confirmed that Lokus was a mechasm. And it all makes perfect sense now.

When Qilby finally reached Lokus’ heart, we get flashes and quick imageries of those very same mechasms. When we pause on every single one of them, we get to see these:

(I love how these mechasms kinda look like biblical angels tho lol)

Yeah, we’re screwed.

And then we’re back with Yugo and my god he keeps convulsing so much I’m so confused as to how he can keep talking so normally after all this.

I didn’t even try to screenshot this at a good angle, this is exactly what happened when I just took it. It’s perfect.

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS SHOT?!? I know how some of us have seen this scene as a preview for the episode but I just LOVE how good this looks. The colors and the vibe are sending me!! I still also remember how people used to theorize on who this could have been lying down in front of Toross back when we didn’t know it was Yugo. I heard things like Amalia, Nora, Yugo obviously, and even Efrim. Those were some fun times…

Bro. I can’t stop staring.

I know he’s going through hell right now but like….damn he’s built. He’s such a slut.

*clears throat*

😩❤️‍🔥💖🎶DADDY’S HOME🎶💖❤️‍🔥😩‼️‼️‼️

I believe his growth and powers should get elevated to fight stronger opponents which is why I am happy that he grew 🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢 I only want the best for him after all 🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢

Yugo just accepted death when you think about it. When Oropo explained to him what the necromes would do and what would become of him, Yugo was lost yes but he accepted it. He welcomed it even. Right after that, we see him fighting with Bouillon and smiling. He’s smiling when he shouldn’t be. But because Oropo told him he’d make him stop thinking about the outside world, he’s smiling. The slow process of his death was currently happening and Yugo couldn’t do a thing.

That’s what frustrates me but makes me admire Yugo. It’s the fact that he always gets so close to death but when he learns that there’s finally nothing he can do about it, he just accepts it.

I think that’s pretty respectable but….

WHY DO U THINK LIKE THAT?!?!?

Honestly he can be even dumber than Dally sometimes.

He’s such a dummy THAT HE’S SMILING LIKE A DUMBASS CHILD WHILE FIGHTING BOUILLON

I just-

I can’t handle his smugness stop.

STOP!!!

But in all seriousness tho I gotta address Nora.

Because omg Nora.

I genuinely feel so horrible for her.

She spent thousands of years searching for her mother with Efrim. She spent so many years of her life looking for her mother and never gave up. She almost lost the connection and then got it back and when she finally found her, she lost Efrim, then went with her mother and has done nothing else but listen to her mother, give out orders for her, and try to be the center of the family circle so she could keep its balance.

She has realized that she will no longer be able to be reborn like her other siblings and will eventually stay stuck in her dofus for all eternity. She is aware that when she dies, she won’t be remembered by her other siblings and her place in the council of six will fade away as if all those thousands of years spent with them happened for nothing. The only one who will remember her will be Qilby who will think of her as the long-lost sister none of the others remember and will ever get to meet her. She will disappear in the face of the krosmoz and will never come back.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, she gets tricked by Efrim and gets statufied so that her powers can be used by Toross whenever he wants to. Her situation became ironic, even laughable too. Because now, instead of dying and not being able to go back to her dofus, she is physically incapable of moving and will forever be used by Toross. No matter the outcome, Nora can’t come back to her dofus. Compared to Yugo, Toross doesn’t let out a tear at his action inflicted on Nora and instead thanks her. Nora’s last memory of all of this is Toross telling her how the world will have nothing but hunger.

“You can't do this! Have mercy! Don’t make me responsible for the end of the world!”

In the end, her last word was her brother’s name.

Nora deserved more.

All she had done as of now was help others and try to fix what she could. She never stopped to think about what she could’ve done for herself.

That Qilby vs Lokus fight is just *chef’s kiss*

“My brother, my king.”

Qilby is a real legend.

Now some people might wonder why his death was considered a sad one when he can just die, get reborn, and not lose any of his memories. While that is technically true, he’s not losing anything. And that’s exactly why it’s sad. Qilby can’t lose anything no matter what he does. Which is why he had no trouble dying. If dying meant helping Yugo find some way to obtain Lokus’ heart, then he’d do it. Unlike his siblings, he’s the only one able to confidently have that mindset and say it’s nothing to worry about. He did it for his king so that like he told Yugo:

“I hope that when we wake up, the planets will still be here.”

And this is why Yugo cried for him.

Despite being rejected over and over again, despite being called a traitor, despite being called a monster and a killer, Qilby stayed true to himself even until the end. Qilby’s sense of wonder and curiosity, the very same things that had made him look like a freak to Yugo, is what saved his king.

#wakfu #ankama #krosmoz #wakfu yugo #wakfu season 4 #wakfu s4 #wakfu review #wakfu reviews #wakfu season 4 episodes 9 and 10 #yugo wakfu #yugo #wakfu season 4 episodes 9 and 10 review #wakfu nora #wakfu qilby

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snek-panini · 8 months

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It is Monday, and Monday is for books. Look at these beautiful things! They took me five months to make. I tried so many new things in the process and I am extremely proud of them. This is a binding of @racketghost's amazing Good Omens fic Strange Moons (Hi. I hope it's ok I tagged you in this. Your fic has been one of my favorites since I found it in 2019.) The story is a series of short fics (and one long one) that really need no introduction from me. They're set throughout the 20th century, and they are beautiful and sensual and moody and you should definitely read them if you haven't already. This is the longest work I've bound so far, but I was fortunate that the word count on the shorter fics added up to almost exactly the length of the final, longest one, making them the perfect choice for a two-volume set. I tried very hard to get them to be an exact match, and they turned out even better than I pictured.

More pics under the cut! Two books means twice the pics, and all the stuff I tried here means it's a very long post, so be warned.

Individual images of the covers. The titles are done in silver htv over brown faux leather, edged in charcoal bookcloth. The graphics are the same on both, except for the title text, and they have the same image of the reaching hands on the back. All the art assets are from rawpixel, I just flipped and rotated some of them to make the back image.

The cover materials were an interesting challenge. I'd worked with both before and wanted to incorporate them both in the design, but after measuring and checking grain direction I found I didn't have enough of either of them to do a full book, or even a half bind. So they're actually made by affixing the faux leather to the book board, then layering strips of book cloth over the top. The corners are actually mitered at a 45-degree angle. Here's a close-up:

It's two long strips of cloth (spine and fore edge, not mitered) with two short strips (top and bottom, mitered) glued over the top. There was so much measuring, omg. I bought a new tool to make sure I got it right. Hilariously, I still didn't have enough leather and had to order another roll anyway. Also hilariously, I got the idea to do this after seeing an image of a leather-bound book made by a professional that appeared to have the same feature, i.e. multiple materials with an inset and mitered corners. Wow, I said, looking at a video thumbnail, I'm going to do that! So I did, even though I didn't watch the video. Much later, after I watched his tutorial, it was clear that the design was from leather dye and tooling, not the thing that I did at all. But I do like the effect, and now I know it's possible I think it'll be great for using up weird offcuts from making other covers.

Look, spines! With TITLES on them! And LITTLE RIDGES! Both firsts for me. I'm a little obsessed with them. The cricut has opened up entirely new worlds, though I suspect the little silver lines might have been easier to do with a foil pen (which I don't have) than they were with a heat press. I did them by making the cricut cut out several "=" symbols that were the same width as the spine. The raised bands are false bands; I made them by layering little pieces of chipboard on the spine stiffener, then molding the book cloth around them when I covered them. I was worried it wouldn't work, since this is usually done with leather and book cloth is apparently way less stretchy, but it worked fine. Probably because it's a small straight design, no curves or fancy bits. I'd layer the chipboard thicker next time so they stand up higher (this is 2 layers, I'd do 3 in future) but I'm delighted by how this turned out. They look so professional.

The endpapers on both books are a constellation print. I had a really hard time trying to find something to go with the typeset, and the only ones I liked were from an etsy seller who kept selling out of them. I got lucky eventually but it was one of many hassles that befell this project. I also made my own end bands using a tutorial from the Renegade Bindery discord. I had some issues and I didn't quite nail them but I think they're pretty good for a first time (ok, second time, the first one was on a practice text block, but my point stands). I had originally intended this to be a split boards binding, my first time trying that, but when I got the boards glued on I found that they were crooked. Really crooked. Completely misaligned. Much swearing followed this discovery. I ended up having to cut the boards free, cutting the mull and tapes in the process. The mull was easily replaced, but the parts of the tapes that are usually glued to the boards were a lost cause. I reused the boards, but flipped them so the edge with the cut tapes inside is at the fore edge so I could have a cleaner hinge. You can see in the last photo that the cover board is a little wider at the fore edge. On the plus side, there are no tapes to wrinkle my pretty endpapers and it combated the small bit of spine swell I had. On the downside, the hinge has less support and the only thing I learned was How Not To Make A Sewn Boards Binding.

I may have gone a little nuts with the images in this typeset. In my defense they look very pretty. In order, that's the title page, table of contents, section break image (same as the back cover, just tiny), chapter header and ender (each chapter has one on its first and last pages, they just look particularly cool when you can get a full page spread like this), and the image on the last page of the book (same as the cover image, almost). The cover image was also supposed to have little rays coming off its moon like this one does, but the lines proved too thin for the cricut and it ate them. I still like how it looks though. The prose in this story is really rich and I was in the mood for opulence when I did it. I have absolutely no regrets.

Here's a feature that's unique to this typeset. One of the chapters in the second volume has three alternating, interwoven timelines. I read them fine on Ao3 but had trouble following them when I formatted it for printing. Usually I'd use the section break image to denote when there's a scene skip but there are literally dozens in this chapter, like 40-60 breaks over the course of 10 or so pages, and it looked very busy with images in it. So I left them out, made the line skips single instead of double like they are elsewhere in the book, and I color-coded the text instead. One timeline is printed in black, one is dark gray, and one is dark blue. And it's a very surreal chapter, with the characters having some very confusing and conflicting emotions, so I feel like reading multicolored text when you're not expecting it (the rest of the book is all normal black and this bit is near the middle) sort of reflects that unbalanced feeling? I hope so anyway, because I love the way it looks so much.

I learned so many things in the course of making these. I'm absolutely doing all of them again. Part of the reason it took so long was that I wanted it to be perfect, or as near as I could get, and I had to take the time to solve all the puzzles it threw at me. But it stretched my creativity and ingenuity and I could not be more in love with the finished product.

#bookbinding #fanbinding #snek makes books #good omens #fic rec #this got super long #and considerably more journal-like than I planned #i guess when you work on something for five months it becomes part of you huh #there were more images too #i took so many photos of these

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b1ue-harvest · 1 year

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First Name Basis

FOX MULDER X GN READER

Author’s Note: OMG it’s been so long since I have written anything on here and I think it’s finally time to get back into it I’ve been obsessed with the X Files recently and had this cute idea late last night Enjoy!

You had known Mulder for about one month now after being assigned to the X files and had grown accustomed to his wild theories, sarcastic comments, and the dingy basement where the two of you had spent hours talking and pouring over case files. In the rare moments of calm, he had begun to open up to you about his past and his childhood. He told you how he believed his sister was abducted by aliens and how he had never forgiven himself for what happened. You knew so many personal things about him, but one day you realized something... you didn’t even know his first name.

You opened the door to the basement and saw Mulder was sitting at his desk, chewing on the end of his pen and reading. He looked up as the door opened and you walked in.

“Morning,” he said as you made your way to the chair sitting opposite him.

As you sat down, you said, “What’s your name?”

He paused and lifted an eyebrow at you. “Well, considering you’ve been here a month already, I thought you would have figured it out by now.”

You smirked. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. What’s your first name? You know mine. It’s only fair I should know yours. Do you not like it or something?”

“Not really,” he huffed and took a sip from his coffee mug.

“Why not?”

He shrugged. “Just don’t. That’s all. Why do you care all of a sudden?”

“Because,” you started, “I thought we were friends. Friends tell each other stuff. I know plenty about you already, but I don’t know this.”

He sighed and put his book down. The light from the table lamp hit his eyes at just the right angle, turning them blue, green, and brown all at the same time. You had always thought he had such pretty eyes, the way they changed color depending on the day, how they always sparkled when he talked about things he was passionate about. You could stare into them all the time if you could.

“Fox,” he said softly. “My name is Fox.”

You nodded. “Fox Mulder. Well, it certainly isn’t boring.”

He chuckled. “Believe me, I wish I had a boring name. It’s better than ‘Spooky’ though, so I’ll take it.”

You wandered around to his side of the desk and put a hand on his shoulder. “I think it’s a lovely name. Thank you for telling me.”

Fox gazed up at you with those sultry eyes. Your heart skipped a beat and your cheeks threatened to turn pink. For a moment you thought you were going to do something you’d regret, something that would ruin your relationship, and you thought you saw the same thought flash across his face too, just for an instant. But, just like that it was gone. He went back to his book and you began organizing paperwork, but a glimmer of hope beamed through your mind. Perhaps, one day you could do something about it.

#fox mulder x reader #fox mulder #agent mulder #special agent fox mulder #mulder and scully #mulder #fox mulder x you #dana scully #the x-files fanfic #the x files #x files #txf #txf fanfic #david duchovny #gillian anderson #txf fandom

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squippy360 · 2 years

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Chris Evans x Male Reader

Requested

(Y/C/N)=your company name (C/N)="celebrity" name (C/T/N) crew team name Cw:(degrading, spitting, choking, spanking, camera kink, vouyerism, exhibitionism, control over cumming kink.)

Chris had the longest crush on you for a while. His fans knew about it since he came out publically as gay awhile ago. He had so many wet dreams and fantasies about you that he wanted to get in contact with him. Chris was currently sleeping in his room, he was twisting and turning in his sleep.

"M/n…M/n please~ Deeper~" Chris moaned in his sleep. He woke up panting and sweaty. His mind was fuzzy and his body was on fire. He grabbed his phone and checked the time. He opened his twitter app and made a quick tweet.

Chris: I'm so desperate at this point 😣 Please @M/n I need you! I want to be under you so baad! 😫

Chris got up and took his clothes off with a frustrated whine. He pulled out some lube and a 6 inch dildo. He pushed a pillow under his hips and started humping his cock against it.

He lubed up the dildo and his pink hole. Chris let out a long, loud whine. 'Fuck…~" He moaned out. He thrusted it in and out at a reasonable pace. "M/n~ Oh your cock is so big~ Harder~ Deeper~" He moaned and went a bit faster and deeper. He let out a long groan as the tip of the dildo touched a specific set of bundes.

His tongue lolled out and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Oh FUCk~" His voice cracked out and he rocked his hips faster. "Yes! Yes M/n! Fuck my little boy hole! Make me your bottom bitch! Yes!" Chris moaned out as he angled the top to hit the spot that made him want to scream out so the whole world heard him.

He whimpered and whined as his tummy started to get that familiar heat. He let out a long keen and came all over his pillow and tummy. He panted and left the dildo inside of him. He loved the way it filled him up and made him think it was your big cock buried inside of him.

He sleepily shoved his soiled pillow off the bed and lazily pushed everything away from him. He pulled his blankets back up and held a pillow while he slept.

(Later {chris p.o.v})

I woke up later at noon to my phone going off. I let out a groan and picked it up. I saw a number calling me. I was confused and picked it up. "Hello?" I answered, trying to sound like I just didn't wake up.

"Good morning, Sir. We are (Y/C/N) calling to see if you are still interested in being on set with (C/n)." The caller said nonchalantly. I froze for a few seconds. Is this really happening? Am I really going to be on set with him?!' I thought. "You're joking…right?" I asked, really hoping it wasn't. My mind was racing and my heart was pumping. "No, Sir. We are not joking." The caller said.

I started smiling big. "Of course I will! I'll accept!" I said, sitting up with happiness. "Would it be ok if we could schedule you for this evening? Sorry if it's so early." The caller apologized.

"That would be perfect and it's not a problem at all!" I said. We talked a bit more and they gave me all the details I needed. We hung up and I sprung out of bed. I got on twitter and made another tweet.

Chris Evans: OMG! (Y/C/N) just called me and they want ME in their next film!!!

The comments blew up with people saying:

__:Oh my gosh! Congrats Chris!

__: I can't wait to see the show their going to put on~😉

__: What a power couple ´^`

__:Maybe I should be a p**nstar too…

__:Damn…kinda wish that was me.

__: Who's coming with me to wait at (Y/C/N)’s page?

Chris felt so happy with all the positives that were happening right now. He got up and took a long shower and got himself cleaned up inside. He put on his favorite collar that was attached to his nipples and a white see-through shirt. He put on a sweater and some jeans and got ready for the day. It was now mid-afternoon and he wanted to scroll through social media before leaving.

He smiled and laughed as he saw comments of his friends teasing him and cheering him on.

AnthonyMackie: Get it on King!

Sebastian_Stan: Room for 3? 👀🫦

chrishemsworth: tbh y’all would be so cute together

Prattprattpratt: Lucky

RobertDowneyJr: As the kids would say nowadays:✨Slay✨

TomHolland1996: Who’s that? 👀🤨

He looked at the time a bit later on after responding to some comments and decided to leave. He excitedly got in his car and left his house. The whole ride he kept thinking about you and what was awaiting him when he arrived. He thought about a bunch of dirty thoughts about you bending him over a table and fucking him right infront of the camera with your big cock slamming into his good spot every time. He bit his lip and shook the thoughts away.

He soon arrived at the building and walked inside. Through his hazy mind, he saw the receptionist and walked over to them. "Hello. I'm here for an evening appointment…" I said shyly.

The receptionist perked up and started typing. "Chris, Right?" They asked. I smiled and nodded. "Yes. Evans." I said.

They nodded and typed some more stuff into the computer. It looked like they were sending an email. They stood up and guided me down some hallways.

"You're right on time actually." They said and opened the door. "You can get undressed and the director should be here in the next 10-20 minutes from now…" They said. I nodded shyly as they closed the door and walked away.

I jumped when I heard a voice. "So you're Chris?" A familiar lustful voice called out. The breath got knocked out of me when I turned around and saw him. M/n was sitting on the bed, in nothing but his boxers. The outline of his cock was showing from his boxers.

I nodded. "Y-Yes I am…" I stuttered out. You got up with a smirk and walked over to me. He pinned me to the wall and pecked my lips lightly, leaving a tingly feeling in my body.

"You're too cute~ I wanna have a bite of you right now~" You growled and lightly nipped at my neck. I gasped lightly as he began to take my clothes off.

I felt my legs shaking and my cock started to harden. "M-M/n…" I whimpered. "I saw your tweet earlier, you seemed reeeeaaallly desperate~ and you can call me Daddy~" M/n moaned in my ear. I rutted against his knee that is now in between my legs.

I could hear my loud pulse in my ears as my face reddened. "I need you so bad~ I had a wet dream and I just would love to be yours~ I just want to be fuckedby you alll niiight looong~" I whispered out.

I jumped at the sound of the doors opening. The director and 3 crew members came in. M/n huffed and got off of me. "Oh you'll be mine for sure~ I don't think I wanna let you go~" He growled.

We went over to the fake room set and the director gathered us around. "(C/t/N), you're on lights. (2/C/T/N), you've got sound. (3/C/T/N), you're in charge of the camera. Chris you can strip now." The director said.

I blushed and nodded. I took my clothes off and got on the bed. My hard-on was obvious in the bright light.

Everyone looked at me as they saw my collar and nipple clamps. I looked over at M/n with a lustful look. "Don't hold back~" I purred. The director counted down before they started recording.

M/n pulled me into his lap and kissed me. I whimpered and started rocking my hips in his lap. He put a hand around my neck and deepened it. His other hand was going down to my ass and squeezed it.

I let out a whine as he bit my bottom lip. We pulled away and he slapped my ass harshly. I gasped and moaned.

"Oh you like that~" He teased and slapped me again. I let out a high pitched moan and grinded against him more. "Yes Daddy~ Bend me over your lap and spank me~" I begged.

He layed me down on my tummy and pinned me on his lap. I felt him pull my boxers off and rub my ass. "Such a good bitch~" He growled. I moaned and wiggled my ass a bit.

M/n slapped my ass harshly. "Do you like that whore? Huh?" He growled and spanked me again. My back arched and I squirmed in pleasure. "Yes Daddy! Oh please spank me like a bad boy~" I cried out.

*smack*

"Your begging sooo goood~" M/n teased.

*smack*

My eyes rolled back in pleasure. My cock was so hard and I wanted to cum from just his hand.

*slap*

"Only bad boy whores get smacked like this~Your begging so good and taking this so well~"

*slap*

"Tell me. How many times have you cum from a dream about me~ Speak whore." M/n growled.

*slap*

"I-I came so many times, Daddy! I lost count of how many times I came all over your cock while I slept, begging for you to fuck me so everyone can see!" I cried out loudly.

*slap*

"Good little bitch~ You're being such an obedient whore while I make your pretty ass so red~" M/n growled and spanked me again.

*slap*

"I bet your going to cum from my hand, you slut. Your so fucking desperate for my touch that you just begged in front of the whole world to make you my bitch~" M/n growled.

I cried out and came on his thigh. "Yeeees~" I cried. M/n sat there for a moment before he flipped me over. "Did you just cum from me degrading you like the bitch you are~" M/n growled. I threw my head back and moaned. "Yes daddy! I came all over myself like a whore! I'm sorry it felt so good!" I cried out. M/n growled and tied my wrists together with zipties. He pinned them above my head and parted my legs.

"Listen bitch. I'm going to fuck you how I want to, and your not going to cum." He ordered. I nodded my head and got a bit comfy. He pulled out the lube and spread it on his cock.

I stared at it nervously. "W-Woah. your so big~" I said lovingly. M/n smirked as he spread lube on my whole. "How big did you think I really was?" He growled.

I blushed and looked away. "6 inches.." I said quietly. M/n hummed and turned my face to his. "That's cute~ Your going to get a BIG surprise~" M/n groaned.

I gasped when I felt 2 of his fingers enter me. He smirked and curled them up. I moaned and squirmed. "Daddy~ so good~" I moaned.

M/n growled. "I bet even with my fingers in your ass, you're still going to cum. Hm? You're going to make a mess on your tummy with my fingers?" M/n teased.

I panted and arched my back. "Yes Daddy!" I whined. He pulled his fingers out and lined his cock up. He made sure to flash my ass at the camera before thrusting into me.

I gasped as he bottomed out. It stung a bit but it felt so good. Your cock buried inside of him all the way made him feel so good. He tugged on my chain that was on my nipples. "Daddy~ Fuck me hard~ Fuck me until I can't think anymore~ Daddy~" I begged.

M/n grabbed my hips and started fucking me hard. "You sound like such a whore when you beg like that~" M/n slapped my ass harshly. I gasped at the pain and pleasure that was coursing through me. "M/n! M/n! aH! M/n!" My voice cracked as moaned out his name.

"Oh my God. Your hole is so warm." M/n groaned. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He leaned down and tilted my face up to look at him. "Open." He moaned.

I opened my mouth and looked up at him. He spit in my mouth and grinned. "Better savor that fucking flavor whore~" M/n growled.

I had pleasure tears coming out of my eyes and I was so close to cumming again. I swallowed his delicious fluid and stared up at him. "Daddy~" I cried out.

He tugged on my nipples harder. "What do you want whore~ Scream it out loudly~" He growled in my ear. "I wanna cum on your cock! I wanna loose my mind on your buck cock! Please can I cum! Daddy please!" I cried out.

M/n pulled out and flipped me on my knees. My face was in the sheets and my ass was in the air. I got up on my elbows and accidentally broke the restraints. I whimpered and kept my hands down.

M/n thrusted back into me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He began to thrust into me like a horny dog. I moaned loudly with every thrust. "Y-Ye-es!!" I stuttered. I let out a high-pitched moan when I felt his hand come up and choke me.

"You like being choked you fucking whore~ you like wearing my hand around your neck like a necklace~ Fucking slut~" He growled. His other hand sneaked under my waist and started jerking me off.

I choked out a cry and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. "Yes Daddy! I'm your slut! I'm your whore! I wanna be fucked on your cock so hard! I wanna be yours!" I cried out.

M/n groaned and went even faster. "Fuck your voice sounds so good~ Your such a whore for my cock~ Just cant get enough huh~" He growled in my ear. He kissed my neck and sucked on it to leave marks.

"Yes daddy! Mark me up like the good slut I am!" I cried out. "Gonna cum…!" I yelled out.

He slapped my ass and went back to jerked me off harder. His hand squeezed a bit harder around my neck. "Cum then baby boy~ Make a big mess of yourself~ Show the whole world who you belong to now~ Go on~" He growled.

I screamed out and came on my tummy and the sheets. "M/n!!!" I screamed. M/n pulled out of me and turned me to face his cock. M/n cummed all over my face, running his hands through my hair. The camera got a close up of me looking up at M/n with his seed on my face. They cut the camera off and you checked out Chris's big ass.

"That was amazing! It was so realistic and overall a great show! Maybe we can get you on more episodes as well! Good job today!" The director said as them and the crew made their way to the editing studio.

M/n pulled out a towel from under the bed and wiped me down. "I hope you're ok after that. Sorry if I did something you didn't like-" M/n started before he was cut off by Chris kissing him.

"I loved it. Truly I did." Chris said with a smile. M/n hummed. "Maybe we could take this back to my house and we can do a whole. Lot. More." M/n teased and ran a hand down his chest, turning lightly at the clamps.

"Yes please Daddy~" Chris moaned out breathily(?). They got dressed and left the studio, already making out in the car.

#chris evans #chris evans x male reader #avengers x male reader #marvel x male reader #marvel #x male reader #marvel fic #male reader

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anonymous-astronaut · 1 year

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Could we get what the mercs would be like if they all went bowling as a team?

The Mercs go bowling

I love this idea omg sorry it took me so long to get to

Scout: He thinks bowling is an old man sport, but then he gets there and sees all the cool lights and music and bad food and gets super excited. He loves the special shoes and zooms around trying to slide on the carpet to until the employees have to tell him no running. When it comes to bowling, he isn’t very good at it and throws it in the gutter so many times he has to have guard rails put up on his turn. Then he likes to bounce his ball back in forth off the rails on purpose in a crazy zigzag. He makes sound effects as he watches the ball go, and always moonwalks and dances back to his seat.

Soldier: At first he thinks it’s weird and there are too many rules, but he really likes knocking the pins down and takes to it quickly. The only problem is he thinks it’s all about how hard you hurl the ball, and he probably damages the floor by throwing it up and out instead of actually bowling with it. When the employees ask why he did that, he explains that he expected it to bounce. He doesn’t realize they are competing against each other and heartily congratulates every person who gets a strike. Bowls like this:

Pyro: They are way more interested in the arcade games and claw machines in the back. They disappear from time to time and return with a handful little light up keychains and their arms full of plushies. Engineer bowls for them while their gone, and they don’t seem to mind. When they do try their hand at bowling, they’re generally pretty good and get super excited when they get do well. By the end of the night, everyone has been given a plushy or a keychain.

Demo: He is all about having a good time, and isn’t too concerned about winning. He likes to try crazy trick shots that he’s not quite good enough to do, but always easily laughs it off when it goes badly. He cheers every time someone else does well, and hypes up anyone who isn’t doing as good. Definitely gets his fingers stuck in the bowling ball holes at one point and sends himself sliding down the lane. It’s the only time he gets a strike.

Engie: He actually really likes bowling! He’s pretty damn good at it too, and ends up winning quite a few if not most of the games. His strategy is all about angles and aiming, which comes naturally to him and works in his favor. He has a good laugh at his teammates’ antics, gets a terrible hot dog and some cola from the food stand, and has a grand old time.

Heavy: The rink doesn’t have shoes in his size, and he has to go ask for the heaviest ball they own so he doesn’t accidentally throw it through the fucking ceiling. He barely has to flick his wrist and the ball goes flying, knocking pins into next week. He isn’t as precise as Engie, but he has decent enough aim and gets a lot of strikes by sheer force. He does well, and ends up having a lot of fun.

Medic: He is a little unsure of himself when it comes to bowling, and he feels a little silly wearing the special shoes. Studies Engie and Heavy’s technique and tries to copy them, but he still isn’t very good. He doesn’t mind and has a good time anyway. He is very insistent on being the one to put everyone’s names in when they set up each game, and even complies to Scout and Demo’s wild name requests.

Sniper: He used to go bowling with his old man and surprises everyone by being decent at it. He’s got great aim and is one of those people who bowls the exact same way every single time. He is very amused by Demo’s trick shots, even the ones that miss terribly, and laughs at the bizarre animations that play when someone gets a strike.

Spy: He’s grumpy about going and complains that it’s a waste of time, but he’s super competitive so he’s not about to skip out either. He’s self conscious about how light of a ball he has to choose, and actively tries to hide it from the rest of the team. He hates the fact that everyone watches you while you bowl, it makes him nervous and at least twice he slips and absolutely eats shit in front of everyone. Engie takes pity on him and discreetly gives him some tips. Spy cheers when he gets his first strike, then immediately coughs and regains in his usual demeanor, pretending like it’s no big deal.

#tf2 headcanons #tf2 #team fortress two #headcannons #sorry I haven’t done these in a while

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tickly-trashcan · 2 years

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Pretty Things {Mitsuba and Kou}

A/N: Thank you for the prompt lovely!! I love writing for these two so much i need to do it more often omg! I think they’re so neat and they have such a fun dynamic to explore waaaah~ I hope you have a lovely day/night and remember to keep up on your water!! :D (also i didnt really proofread orz but i think its probably fine?? anyways enjoy lolol)

Summary: Kou and Mitsuba are hanging out at Kou’s house. After Mitsuba takes a picture, Kou finds out what Mitsuba enjoys taking pictures of.

Word Count: 1.4k (under the cut)

“Come on in! I’ve got snacks on my desk and I set up a board game next to my bed! I’m not very good at it, but I know you like it!” Kou said as he opened the door to his bedroom, gesturing towards his desk and bed.

Mitsuba walked in hesitantly, looking around with curious eyes that only a photographer had. He analyzed the disorganized trinkets that scattered the room. However, despite the clutter, it was uniquely like Kou.

Mitsuba snickered smugly after Kou plopped down on the bed. He lifted his camera up and snapped a shot of his desk. “I could submit this to the school’s gallery. What should I call it? ‘Teenage Hoarder’?”

Kou pouted, his cheeks tinging pink as Mitsuba sat down next to him, clicking to the picture he had just taken. Seeing it through Mitsuba’s camera, Kou now realized just how disorganized it was, looking even worse with the bags of chips and candies and drinks. He rubbed the back of his neck and groaned sheepishly.

“You’ve got a good eye for pretty things, why are you taking pictures of my desk?”

Mitsuba shrugged. “It’s good to expand your horizons, I suppose. Though, I do prefer taking pictures of things I find pretty.”

Kou nodded, already engaged in Mitsuba’s camera as he started to click through. Kou had brought Mitsuba through their family garden earlier, showing off the different veggies and flowers they had been growing. Mitsuba had taken so many pictures they had probably gotten sunburnt standing outside for so long.

“Hey, that’s just a sneaky picture of me!” Kou pointed out.

Mitsuba huffed as Kou pulled the camera towards him. He was holding one of the tomatoes in his hands, grinning proudly. He remembered bragging about how that was his tomato plant that he had been taking care of, and he assumed that Mitsuba had been taking a picture of the tomato. The tomato seemed to be an afterthought, however, as it sat in the very bottom corner of the picture, with Kou’s face at the center.

“Just for that, I have to take a picture of you.”

Mitsuba grumbled. Kou always did this. “I’ll just delete it anyway. I don’t really like being on camera.”

“Well, I’ll still be able to memorize it, so gimme your camera.”

Mitsuba chuckled, knowing Kou wouldn’t be able to memorize every little detail of him, but handed him the camera anyway. Kou picked it up and clicked a few buttons, clearly not used to the camera as the flash light popped up.

“You don’t need the flash since we’re in your room, Kou.”

“I know! I can’t get out of the gallery menu! Hey… how many sneaky pictures did you take of me?”

Mitsuba suddenly felt his cheeks warm. This was why he never lent his camera to anyone, even Kou. He cursed himself silently; he should’ve set it up before giving it to Kou.

“I don’t know, just— Just give the camera back. I’ll set it up for you.”

“Nuh-uh-uh, no way. Wow, I look good in this one! I should start counting how many there are, that way I know how many pictures to take of you!”

“Kou—!”

Mitsuba whined and tried to grab the camera away from Kou, but he simply twisted away and laughed. He clicked the button over and over and found more and more pictures of him. Mitsuba was feeling beyond embarrassed, but Kou was having a blast. He never minded when Mitsuba took his picture, but he never knew how often he captured him in his lense.

“Give it back!”

“Not yet! Eww, you took this one from a bad angle! Can I delete it?”

“No! Don’t delete my pictures!”

Kou pouted. “But you delete the ones I take of you!”

Mitsuba huffed in frustration and continued to grab to his camera. Kou eventually held it way above his head and craned his neck awkwardly to continue looking through, giggling and pointing out how all the pictures, whether or not they were Kou, were well taken.

“Kou, I’m serious!”

Kou stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry at Mitsuba. Mitsuba wailed and tried to grab the camera again, using one hand to brace himself on Kou’s hip. He gasped and nearly kicked Mitsuba off, making him yelp.

Mitsuba continued to grab for his camera, holding even tighter as Kou squirmed beneath him, hardly able to keep it above his head.

“Stop! I’m— I’m ticklish!” Kou wheezed as Mitsuba whined.

“Not my problem! Give me my camera back!”

Kou couldn’t hold his arms up anymore and relented, giving Mitsuba his camera back as he started to giggle. Mitsuba quickly tucked the camera back into his bag, turning around with his hands on his hips as he glared at Kou.

“That was plain rude!”

“No it wasn’t!”

Mitsuba huffed. “You were laughing…”

Kou sighed. “Mitsuba, you were tickling me.”

“No I wasn’t—! Wait… tickling you?”

Kou chuckled awkwardly when he realized he had just put himself in a possible situation. He nodded his head and Mitsuba narrowed his eyes.

“Hmm… I didn’t know you were ticklish…”

Kou backed up slightly on his bed as Mitsuba inches forward. Kou shook his head, waving his hands as he tried to talk his way out of what he knew was going to happen now that he had let that slip.

“Well, I mean— Everybody is! I’m not actually that ticklish, you know? No, no, not at all. You know who’s really ticklish is Yashiro. But don’t tell her I told you that! She’ll probably hit me with a broom and— Mitsuba? Hey, I don’t like that look on your face…”

Mitsuba was grinning slightly, in that smug way he did. Kou backed up to the wall, stuck in the corner of his bed as Mitsuba leaned even closer.

“You know, I don’t appreciate you taking my camera.”

Kou gulped. “I’m sorry!”

Mitsuba ignored Kou’s apology and reached for his hips, but Kou simply swatted his hands away with a squeak. Mitsuba laughed in amusement moved his hands again, pulling away as Kou swatted at him and poking him quickly while he was distracted.

Kou squealed and jumped, and Mitsuba laughed again. “How did I not know this? Oh, now I’ve gotta try it out.”

“Don’t—!”

Kou could barely get the word out before Mitsuba pounced on him, gluing his hands to Kou’s hips as he tickled him. Kou shrieked and began to squirm, laughing. “Mitsubahahaha! Noho— No, plehehease!”

“I wish I could take a picture of your face right now! But my hands are a little occupied,” Mitsuba teased, making Kou whine through his already frantic laughter.

“Dohohon’t! My fahahace— ehehehe! My face wohohon’t be prehetty!”

“I’d like to disagree,” Mitsuba said absentmindedly, quickly realizing what he had said. “Hey, I took a picture of your desk earlier! I like to take silly pictures too!”

Kou wailed as Mitsuba grew bored of his hips and latched instead onto his sides. He squeezed and Kou arched his back, shoving Mitsuba away as best he could while still protecting his sides.

“I’m dahaha-dying! Mitsubahaaaa! Not thehehere!”

“You’re not dying, you’re fine! Where should I tickle you now?”

“Nohohowhehehere!”

“Nah.”

Kou thrashed about like a fish out of water as Mitsuba attacked his ribs, wiggling his fingers against them expertly as Kou cackled loudly and shrilly. Mitsuba laughed with him, teasing him.

“I’ve never heard you laugh like this before!”

“I cahahahan’t breheheathe! Mitsubahaha, stahahap!”

Mitsuba took that as a cue that he did eventually need to stop. He slowed down, gradually letting Kou off the hook as the poor boy caught his breath in heaves as Mitsuba watched him with a grin.

“You have a donkey laugh, y’know? Ee-yah!”

“Shut up,” Kou whined after he had caught his breath, covering his face in embarrassment. As soon as he moved his hands he heard a click, and he groaned as he realized Mitsuba had taken another picture of his flushed, exhausted face.

“Eh, would've been better if you were still laughing. I like this one though!”

“You’re weird.”

“I am simply an admirer of people who are photogenic. Can I take another? Give me a good smile!”

Mitsuba grinned widely as an example and Kou rolled his eyes. He couldn’t resist when Mitsuba asked to take his photo. He held up his hands and smiled as widely as he could, and the familiar sound of the camera click sounded.

#mitsuba #kou #toilet bound hanako kun #tickle fic #veryblushyswitch

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luckydragon10 · 1 year

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Writer asks! 3, 7 and 16 please!

Whee, hello there, fellow writer. :)

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

This is a gimme because I already made something of an attempt to answer it in a previous post.

BUT! In addition to my previous answer, I will throw out there again -- what do READERS think are characteristics of my fics? I'd desperately love to know that. 🤔

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7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

All of it? 😅 All of what I've published, at least. To be honest, I wouldn't publish it if I didn't take especially strong joy and pride in it, so just assume that what you see published IS what I'm particularly proud of.

What you will never see are the dozens and dozens of ideas that never reach the writing stage, let alone the publishing stage. Numerous ideas spark briefly only to die in my head. It's a constant cycle of daydream, consider, and then either reject or accept.

Some ideas get toyed with or tossed around between me and a brainstorm buddy but never quite make the grade, or they just aren't as good as this other idea that's also sparkling at me.

The King's Tree is still my baby, though. But shh, don't tell my other kids that. Okay, but I did have lots of fun with Shieldtail... AARGGG, so many worlds to build.

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16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?

OMG, I love this question. This is an easy one. Thank you, thank you for asking this!

I truly, desperately need an AU where the whole Theerapanyakul situation is DIFFERENT.

I really need to read an AU where all of the Theerapanyakul younger generation boys are working together and have been operating that way for a long time. Give me an AU where Vegas's mom shot Khun Gun years ago and took over the minor family, where Korn died of a heart attack when Kinn was in college, where EVERYTHING is different and the Theerapayakul boys have had to rely on each other face certain death together. Give me a Kinn who's a confident head of the minor family, no chess bullshit, who relies on Vegas and teams up with him to problem solve. Give me a Tankhun who manages business from his cozy couch and runs Zoom meetings with an iron fist. Give me a Kim who WANTS to help but keeps getting shooed away to live a normal life. Give me a Macau who's struggling with what it means to be an heir as Vegas steps into take over leadership from their mom.

This particular long-lived brain worm came about in large part thanks to art like this gorgeous art from @thatgothsamurai.

This is an idea that I desperately love, but I don't think it plays to my particular writing strengths. It has a lot of different angles to balance out at the same time, and that's something I'm pretty weak at. Working on it, but weak. I think the person who could pull it off the best would be @majestictortoise, but the tortoise has their own project(s) to focus on.

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Thanks for asking!

Ask game questions.

#nemi answers #ask game #kinnporsche #kinnporsche fanfic #my fic #the king's tree kp fanfic #shieldtail

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sweepy-stringbean · 10 months

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I really really love your art. Every time you post an update on Twitter to let us know its coming i get super excited. The way you draw ronance? Immaculate. You capture their faces perfectly, ESPECIALLY Nancy. Like holy shit, her side profile in that nsfw art you just posted? Her nose? Literally how.

Anyway, thats all I wanted to say! Keep up the amazing work, you're seriously one of my favorite artists and I hope you love your art as much as I do!

I'm excited that you get excited!

Omg, I am pretty isolated and reserved when it comes to sharing my art offline for various reasons, some of which I have probably ranted about on other socials. So, I am still genuinely surprised when I get similar positive comments & compliments like that. As well as when people tell me they share my art with others and discuss it, or my art is hung up somewhere in someone's home. It's always an honor, I say that a bunch but it's true and I mean it 💜

As to drawing Nancy and Robin's faces. Keep in mind I have been drawing and staring at many many many refs of Natalia and Maya's faces for a little over a year now (and I still struggle with certain angles). It took a long time and a lot of practice, and my Instagram is fantastic for showcasing the progression.

My relationship with art has been turbulent and I am mending that with myself. I am pretty proud of my art and where I am at, though I have plenty of room to grow. I was miserable without art and I can't see myself leaving it behind again.

#robincityofsilver #asks #sweepy-stringbean

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marinersubmariner · 2 years

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Obi-Wan finale + series thoughts

After what has been a mixed bag overall, I liked the finale a lot and it made me super emotional. I think this is the first time I’ve shed tears over any of the live-action shows, but then this was also the most relevant to the high emotion of the saga. I thought the way the Obi-Wan-Anakin-Reva-Leia-Luke threads all tied together and echoed each other was really nicely done. I loved the cathartic end notes for Obi-Wan getting to a better emotional place, moving out of the cave literally and metaphorically, FINALLY SEEING QUI-GON!!!!!!!!!!!! So so so so many ROTS feelings came flooding back.

I was, however, hoping to see him go house hunting on Tatooine. :(

At the beginning of the season I was incredibly wary of the Leia reveal and those first couple episodes took a lot of adjustment because things started off very hokey (the initial precociousness was... a lot), but actually she ended up being great?!?! She was so cute and funny and the emotional stuff with Obi-Wan was genuinely touching, I’m really surprised by how well she ended up working for me. Even Lola grew on me, because early on I thought she was way too much of an overdesigned cute toy (how many ways can we design a cute droid companion!! smaller! cuter! smalllerrrrr cuuuuutttteeeerrrrr) but by the end I found her to be a reasonably endearing presence, especially when Leia snuck her into Obi-Wan’s possession. ;__;

The whole “Ben and Leia” angle was very unexpected and I liked it a lot, but given what my particular fixations are even this long after TROS, it uh. hurts bad. I mean, I’m at least glad to have Ben Solo’s existence acknowledged even in an oblique way, so I guess that’s something. But every tender moment between Leia and Obi-Wan that underlines why she named her son Ben is also another painful reminder that Leia was never reunited with him and they both died within hours of each other. It’s a weird message when you think this all through to its conclusion, that any beacon of hope or love will only be wrenched away, and Leia will die having lost everyone she ever loved.

Star Wars is fun

The actual experience of hearing the name Ben so much after I’ve spent all this time fixated on the other Ben really was jarring, especially when every instance of that name being spoken in the sequels was such a big dramatic moment. There’s so much other significance tied up in it now, and its prominence here at this point in time just makes it even more baffling that Ben Solo was so unceremoniously discarded. Having Leia in this series only adds to the narrative/generational importance of Ben as a character... after they already ended it in a way that made him not matter at all, that literally erased him from the story and from his family. IT’S SO WEIRD.

They end this on the whole “children are our future uwu” note because that’s what Leia and Luke are to the post-prequel era... but in the context of the whole saga, Vader’s existence still poisons Leia’s relationship with her son and destroys them both. 🙃 There is no sense of hope or open-ended future attached to Leia’s child the way there was to Anakin’s children, so now the more they dwell on the generational story the bleaker and more punishing it gets.

UGH. ANYWAY

This one is a relatively minor complaint but I was disappointed with the Breha recast. I’m so used to picturing her as we saw her in ROTS, which is part of it, but also even with as little as we saw of her here they made her kind of a stereotypical eye-rolling mom type which is... not how I’ve always thought of Breha. So that was annoying. It wasn’t the worst but it wasn’t great.

Alderaan though!!!!! And Alderaan FASHION, yeah boyeeee

Speaking of fashion, I loved all the exile Jedi looks Obi-Wan was modeling. The first blue shirt + brown cloak was *chef kiss* something I want to steal for Ben Solo, and I especially loved his last outfit (goggles!!)

REVA!!!!!!! Omg sympathetic villain repents and lives omg, popping the biggest bottles!!! (and pouring one out for Trilla and Ben, always. there are so many parallels between all three of them that it does sting that it took this long for someone in their mold to actually survive. THEY ALL EVEN GOT STABBED IN THE SAME WAY. Reva just straight-up fine after being impaled... wild.) I really liked how her final scene with Obi-Wan looked and felt so much like the final Obi-Wan and Maul confrontation in Rebels.

I feel like Vader getting his mask chopped open was a pretty common/obvious prediction (and also happened in Rebels! so much that happened in this show has already happened in other media, lol) but it still fucked me up. I LOVED the weird vocal mix shifting and distorting between Anakin’s voice and Vader’s voice, the light changing throughout the scene until he was only lit by the red from his saber (like Kylo on Starkiller Base..........), the actual dialogue itself. I am such a fan of the way darksiders are positioned as having killed their former self, the way they dissociate and have to destroy their own identity to become something else, “You didn’t kill Anakin Skywalker. I did,” “He was weak and foolish like his father, so I destroyed him,” the dehumanization and masking and self-annihilation, the fact that Reva ultimately couldn’t do it.

And technically it all stems from retconning “He betrayed and murdered your father.” 😂

I liked how weak and pathetic Obi-Wan’s lightsaber and Force skills were earlier on, so I’m a little bummed they had him level up quite so much in the finale. Like, we’ve already seen Obi-Wan at his peak, that’s not what this is or should be. But I guess they had to have Obi-Wan and Vader fight again in order to get them to talk again. :/ Oh well, the lightsabering WAS cool and the ROTS tragic dialogue 2.0 WAS effective.

OBI-WAN CALLING HIM DARTH 😭😭😭😭

The indignity of Vader getting defeated and Obi-Wan just leaving FOR A SECOND TIME... and it’s still gonna happen AGAIN! Honestly it’s tragic but it’s also extremely funny that Obi-Wan has punked him so many times. I love how Anakin keeps trying to deny Obi-Wan having any power over him even though it clearly eats away at him and he can’t stop wanting the last word and the upper hand and Obi-Wan still keeps beating him. You didn’t kill Anakin, I killed Anakin! You can’t fire me, I quit! Desperately grabbing for control that keeps slipping away the tighter he clings to it. WHAT A MESS

Owen and Beru!!!!!!! Funnily enough one of the things that annoyed me so much about Boba Fett was that it unnecessarily burned us out on Tatooine right before the show that HAS to be set on Tatooine. And then Obi-Wan mostly wasn’t set on Tatooine! Which would have been fine, except that... well... a) I want sad desert hermit, and b) one of the things I was holding onto as a consolation was that I was looking forward to seeing more of Owen and Beru... and then it didn’t happen....... But I really did enjoy the glimpses of them we got here, I wish there had been more. Joel Edgerton in particular has a really good “harsh but fair” quality to his Owen that I like a lot.

Part of me liked the T-16 toy because of Obi-Wan being a nice cool uncle but a bigger part of me hates the easter egging and overexplaining the origin of everything we’ve ever seen. You didn’t need to tell us where the toy came from. Luke can just be a fucking nerd who builds models.

Grand Inquisitor sucked. Some of the cartoon characters are kind of exciting to see in live-action, but some of them do noooooot work, and this idiot is top of the list. The melding of the cartoon universe with the live-action universe always feels off to me, because as much as I enjoy TCW and Rebels they remain very separate from the movies in my mind.

I still feel like these shows do not look as good as they should. Which is strange because I thought season 1 of The Mandalorian looked GREAT, like I genuinely thought a lot of it was prettier than TROS. But it seems like the production values have steadily declined since then, and I don’t know if that’s the pandemic or overreliance on the Volume or budget or what, but so much of the lighting is flat and dark, the sets are bland, things look cheap and fake... this show wasn’t quite as bad as Boba Fett, but it’s weird. I know we’re too accustomed to what Star Wars looks like on a feature film budget and tv doesn’t have that, but also... doesn’t Disney have infinite money? I know they’re putting effort into this! I know people can make nice-looking tv shows on smaller budgets! I don’t understand why it’s so underwhelming.

I do, however, like that they did a LOT of lightsabers in the dark. >:) 17-year-old me is going bananas. We’ve reached a point where we get so much lightsaber lighting that it’s losing its novelty! Absolutely bonkers

I very much enjoyed Fortress Inquisitorius because UNDERWATER STUFF!!! Visually I thought that episode was the nicest to look at and I liked the ~vibes~, but of course I’m an easy mark when it comes to oceans and overcast skies. And I don’t mind them repeating things from Fallen Order because I love Fallen Order. :)

I think the part of the series that sticks out most in my mind is the conversations between Leia and Obi-Wan in episode 3. “How does it feel when you turn on the light?” “I feel safe.” “Yes, it feels like that.” was so understated and so beautiful in its simplicity, it was maybe the best part of this entire thing. And then on the truck, Obi-Wan telling her about his recollections of his family and the part where he says “Then I joined the Jedi and I got a new family just like you.” was so lovely. The gentle sadness about the families they never knew but reaffirming the importance of their adoptive families, it really got me good.

On the whole it was so nice to be reminded of how much I love Ewan as Obi-Wan. He’s still so good!!!!!! He’s good at being badass, at being funny and charming, at being heartbreaking… he’s just the best. Although there’s also a bit of detached nostalgia to it, because for years he was without a doubt my most intense and enduring actor crush (I kept a paper checklist of his movies to watch! I hunted down airings on cable and recorded them! I listened to the Moulin Rouge soundtrack over and over and his beautiful voice made me cry! I bought A Life Less Ordinary on VHS!) but, as with all actor crushes, it did eventually fade. But... also... he IS still hot.........

Another reason it’s refreshing to see Ewan again is because I find animated Clone Wars Obi-Wan to be mildly irritating. 😬 James Arnold Taylor does a passable vocal impersonation but there’s a level of smugness to his tone that I don’t enjoy, and I’ve never liked the CG Clone Wars character designs or outfits. I don’t know, it’s hard to pinpoint what it is exactly, just the general impression kind of rubs me the wrong way. I’ve always felt a distance from animated Obi-Wan that I’ve never felt with his live-action version, so it’s just really nice to see the real thing and feel that connection to the character again.

The particularities of the way I engage with Star Wars make this kind of an odd experience in that I have always been first and foremost a gen fan spending my time with other gen fans, and even up to as recently as the years after TLJ I never really engaged with or enjoyed the shipping/fanfic side of fandom (canon was always enough for me... before the dark times.........). So there’s this strange disconnect in the type of Obi-Wan fandom that I see now versus the way that I experienced my own Obi-Wan fandom during the prequel years. The main thing is that I don’t ship him with anyone and I never have and I never will. The entire appeal is him being FOREVER ALONE, so romance-centric fandom has nothing to offer me. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Plus the older I get the less tolerance I have for certain overwrought meta commentary and histrionics and parroted buzzwords, so while it’s fun to see current fandom activity it gets so annoying so quickly. Well anyway, it’s bedtime at the nursing home, gotta go

In summary: no, the show didn’t feel particularly necessary or enlightening, it didn’t live up to my years of imagining Ben Kenobi’s sad desert exile... but it still did some things I liked and hit some nice emotional beats. Which is pretty good for all the disappointment and annoyance that the post-sequels Disney+ SW era has entailed so far. FAINT PRAISE, I know. I love Star Wars. Love to complain about it. :)

#star wars #obi-wan kenobi #sw meta #in the spirit of the prequel era here is a livejournal post

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omg wait details about the maura murray police coverup? was this on a podcast? you got me down a rabbit hole and now i’m so curious

YES so her sister apparently has gone on a podcast started by Sarah Turney (Another sister of a girl who went missing in the 2000s). I haven't gotten the chance to listen to her recording yet, but, to broaden the audience and get the word out, Crime Junkie published a retelling of her case based on new things we learned/a narrative of Maura's life at the time that was more accurate in terms of her family and not just like. extremely sensationalized rumors.

basically, the case is pretty infamous more than anything else i think for the really dramatic theories about mauras life/that she was running away to start over or that she was trying to end her own life etc. which caused some small details about her life to evolve into these sort of wild theories about her that didn't necessarily have evidence.

police were very vocal that they found boxes of wine and other alcohol containers in her car and immediately pinned her for drinking and driving, and painting this narrative that she was running away from a troubled past and dodging possible DUI charges. There was this great emphasis on things like the fact that her boyfriend had cheated on her, that she had crashed her father's car, that she had been caught shoplifting, she had extreme perfectionist tendencies, that she struggled with an ed, to paint this picture of an extremely troubled young woman. like, there's this picture of her you'll see if you google her that has gone kind of viral for looking sort of "dark," but like. it's a picture of a young woman. going through so many of the same things other young women went through.

her story took on a life of its own which sort of doubled back on itself in an almost character assassination sort of way.

but, it turns out that, although she was dealing with a lot of those struggles in her private life (like most people are as young women trying to keep their shit together. i still feel like i would be cast in a similar light if i went missing and im fucking 30), this was a narrative pushed and perpetuated by police, who were INSISTENT this was a suicide/runaway situation after a dwi, which the evidence itself doesn't actually support if you look at the facts. Like, a lot of the alcohol found in the car was probably floating around from a previous party she had been to, and she had tons of junk in there because thats how lots of peoples fucking cars are lol

her sister was able to provide a lot of context, and, for the first time, some facts were revealed about police behavior which, to me, point to the fact that they did something to her and tried to cover it up by pushing a narrative of a troubled young girl who had messed up and was trying to escape it all. basically, the chief (who was most insistent on the dui/suicide angle) was seen at the scene of the crime before the accident had actually even been reported and knew things about it he wouldn't have known if he hadn't been there very early on. despite the fact he was never actually called to the scene. his car was seen near hers before any response from police was documented on a day he was off duty. it seems pretty apparent to me he harmed her. And it's crazy how successful the character assassination was that this was all concealed for so long.

Anyway I really hope her family gets some sort of closure. I've always felt a special connection to Maura from the first time I heard about her case because the things she was going through really resonated with me. and like, weirdly, it always made me think about what people would paint me as if i went missing or how things about people can be so easily interpreted in the darkest way possible.

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[New Recording] The Heir

This interview originally took place on April 21st, 2023.

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From your screen, the view of an empty office flickers onto the screen accompanied by the muffled sound of employees rushing through the hallway as they pass and chatter. From your angle, you are met with the sight of a long desk, bookshelves, and filing cabinets all pressed to the very back of the wall. There’s even a few items littered on these things … organization baskets labeled accordingly, bouquets of roses in glass vases, and picture frames with people who are unrecognizable right now.

A woman takes her seat, and she releases a light sigh of exhaust as she fidgets with her rings. Smoothly gliding into view from her rolling chair. She plasters a smile on her face.

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[HEIR]: "Oh my gosh, you're here! Hi. My name is Hoshiko de la Noval-Watanabe, the heir to Marium Corporations. How may I assist you today?"

HELLO

Hello!!! How are you today?

HOSHIKO: “Hello! I’m doing fine. How about you all? I’m excited to get to talk to you.”

MY FUCKIJBGGWIFE I fucking explode

“Please don’t explode.” ^^;

Omg HIII,, do you have a favourite flower? :0

“I do! There’s so many flowers that I love, to be honest. I consider myself a bit of a flower expert … but roses will always have my heart.”

Do you like your job

“I love my job! I think it’s quite nice.”

Are those tattoos on your knuckles? Also can you date me please I'm free

“They’re rings actually! I like wearing jewelry.”

“.. Also, we just met …? And quite frankly, I’m a bit too busy to go out on a date right now.”

What do you think of your assistant?

“I love Valentin!” She clasps her hands together, “He has a really great work ethic and also is really great company. I’m glad to have him here."

If you had a theme song that would play when you walk into a room, what would you think would play?

“This is a really great question, actually.” She taps her nail against her chin. “I’d like to think … maybe one of the themes associated with Sweetheart from Omori. Or something similar … I consider myself quite regal.”

Do you like your job? What’s the biggest work perk?

“Yes! I love my job.” She grins, “Biggest work perk … Not entirely sure. The occasional wine samples are fun though … also generally working with people? Everything is quite lively here …”

omg you'se an omori fan? What's your favorite character?

“You can’t make me just choose one.” She giggles, “I think I’m most torn between Sweetheart, Basil and Hero.”

OMORI?!? What do you think of kel

“He’s so admirable .. and quite silly. I think he’s quite lovely.”

What are you hoping to see from the volunteers?

“Volunteers?” Her expression contorts into one of confusion, before tensing slightly, “Well, presuming you’re talking about the RFA … we’re not really accepting volunteer applications right now. But I mean, if we were to open them, then I just hope for cooperation and all fun times!!”

So nobody knows about the emails?

“how do you know about the emails…?” She mumbles, before shaking her head slightly. “We’re ... aware of the emails.”

We know about the emails because we’re getting emails that are applications for people who want to volunteer for the rfa

Hoshiko leans back in her chair, crossing her arms. “..Is that so?” Her gaze keeps darting around.

Though she sits back up, putting on her smile. “We’ll investigate! Don’t even worry about it. Just … don’t click on suspicious links or anything.”

WAIT CAN I ASK ABT VAL EATING MY SON hi ok pls explain ur assistant and why he eats sons thx

She looks shocked, “He would never … Where did such a rumor even come about !?”

“You guys are crazy.” She giggles.

im starting to think he didnt eat my son /j

“Don’t spread senseless rumors about my assistant!!”

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HOSHIKO: "How silly ..— Oh! My break’s over. I have to go. I have a meeting soon. Bye-bye~ Have a great day!"

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Recording and audio provided by [UNKNOWN]: rika's fundinG aSsociation (oR tHe "Rfa" for sHort) is a private, non-profit organiZation whose priMaRy objective is to MakE the woRld a safer and kinder place for everyone. orGaniZation shmorGanization, does this woRk now? does this feeL good? i hope iM findinG you in an adequate pLace and i hope you can hear me loud and clear now. i need your help but you'll have to be patient for it.

#kgrp #teaser #kzizwrhv

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ashthemadwriter-archived · 2 years

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hii!!! may I request an akutagawa x fem!reader that likes to cuddle him and he is perfectly fine with it

maybe when they are going to sleep they hug each other, or while he is cooking uk IM SORRY ITS SO SICKLY SWEET GWJRGWJEBW I'm not feeling well rn, maybe that's the reason agfjwb

and nw take ur time and take care♡ don't feel pressure and welcome here<3

Fandom:Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings:Akutagawa x Fem!Reader

Genre:Angst to Fluff

Format:One Shot

Warnings:None

A/n:OMG my heart is melting by this request!its so sweet omg omg its just too sweettttt T^T i mean his my top favorite man and imagining him like that...just god T^T

tysm baby and please send more requests like this! T^T

@titamaow

The dark sky,the lonely people on the streets,the stray dogs howling at the whole moon,

everything reminded him of death.

it was tiring.all the work he had to do to be worthy of living was so tiring.he hated it.he always had,

but what could he do about it...?

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa tried to let out a deep breath,but the feeling of his lungs burning up only made him feel worth.going home at four o'clock in the midnight wasnt exactly something he would hate,but it wasnt something he would look forward to either.it didnt really matter anyway,because he never complained about it.

he didnt allow himself to.

but he was tired.he was exhausted.things werent supposed to turn out like this.he knew it wasnt going to be easy,but it was just too much now.or maybe it wasnt...

maybe he deserved to be a wretched dog.

when he found himself in front of her apartments door,he wasnt surprised.he wasnt planning to come here,he was supposed to go to his own house where his sister was waiting for him worried sick,he was supposed to keep his distance from her so she wouldnt get hurt,he was supposed to...

but who was he kidding?this was something that he was never able to do.besides,his poor sister was too tired from her own work.she always passed out on her bed the moment she got home...

damn me...i dragged Gin with myself into this mess too.

without any sort of hesitation,Akutagawa opened the door with his key and slowley went into her bedroom.he had no idea what this unfamiliar feeling inside his heart was,but he do knew who could fix it.

the moment he laid eyes on the innocent,angle looking human being on the bed,something took out the fire inside him.seeing her chest slowly moving up and down,heering her breathing so calmly,it all meant that she was alive,and it was the most beautiful thing Akutagawa had ever seen in his whole life.

he didnt want to wake her up,he didnt want disturb her,he didnt want to do many stuff and had many regrets,

but he never said he was perfect and never expected himself to be.

moving closer,he gently rubbed her cheek with his thumb,which made her shake a little bit and open her eyes after a few seconds. looking at the shadowy figure who was standing by her bed,y/n blinked a few times to make her eyesight clear,untill she recognized his pale skin that was slightly shining by the moonlight.

"Ryuu...?what are you...ah...what time is it?"

Akutagawa didnt answer her.instead he took off his coat and immediately placed his head on y/n's hand,which made her surprised. after a few seconds remaining silent,the young girl chuckled and started talking to her boyfriend as she ran her fingers through his black,messy hair.

"long day...huh?"

"i love it"

"what?"

"your sleepy voice.its adorable"

y/n smiled and let out a calm,deep breath while staring at his shiny,silver grey eyes realising something must have happened to him.

"really?"

"really"

"then you should come here in the midnights more often"

Akutagawa sighed as he pressed his head on her chest.

"now youre just taking advantage of me"

"well you interuptted my precious sleeping session,so youve gotta make up for it somehow"

seeing him slowly closing his eyes,y/n could tell that her baby was exhausted and sleepy.she didnt want to see him this vulnerable, but she couldnt help but admitt to herself that she loved it when he wasnt on-gaurded,as he always was.

"look at you being the little spoon! if you think im adorable,you should see yourself right now"

"just shut up and hug me,you idiot"

slightly laughing,she wrapped her arms around his man,gentley tapping his back that would made him go to sleep.things like this wouldnt happen too many times,so she had to enjoy what she was experiencing at that moment.

"so...what has happened to you?comming here at this hour and..."

she suddenly stopped talking when she noticed that Ryuunosuke had fallen sleep long before she could even realise.

putting a soft smile on his face,y/n put a gentle kiss on his forehead,slightly chuckling when he let out a sigh,unconceously.

"the port mafias rabid dog,huh...?"

i hope youre satisfied with this,and i really enjoyed writing it.

ty love and take care! :)

-Ash

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rina-writes · 2 years

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Say Yes

Summary: Jack is ready to tie the knot, but knows you’re not a fan of a lot attention. However, he knows that this is a special moment that both of your loved ones would want to enjoy with you. So, he looks for a compromise.

A/N: Thank you @halfmoondaze for this idea. They were inspired by A Star Was Born and I was like omg yes...

Warnings: Introverted!reader, fem!reader, fluffy

Jack scrutinized the ring from every angle. He brought it close to his face, his large cerulean eyes narrowing into slits as he looked for an imperfection. The sales associate visibly perked up when Jack put the ring back in the box; only to return to a disappointed expression when Jack picked the whole box up to inspect again. His pale, long, manicured fingers played with the box, opening and closing it. He rearranged the ring a couple times before opening and closing it again.

Feeling the tension, Jack stared at the sales associate apologetically. “I’m just going to look at the sketch one more time.”

The sales associate gave a tight lipped nod and stood back from the counter. Jack pulled out a piece of paper from his jeans pocket that had been folded over so many times that he had to be careful with it. Jack kept it on his person as all times, even slipping it in the back of his phone case cover to make sure you didn’t find it. This piece paper had been sketched on, erased, and penned in so many times that only he could really make out all the notes and lines. But, it was his holy grail because in it was what he was sure was your dream ring. It was based on data collected over the last few years you were together.

The data came from your comments on friends’ rings, your own favorite jewelry pieces, and rings you admired in the media. He would watch your face during romantic comedy movies to see which rings made you gasp. He would follow your eyes in jewelry stores to see where they lingered just a bit longer. He even enlisted some of his staff to go “undercover” and ask you to help with fake engagement plans in order to understand what you truly liked.

All in all, the ring took almost nine months to craft it because Jack was so particular. He wasn’t this picky about anything else, besides his music, but he wanted this to perfect. He didn’t hold back any expense, whatever the jeweler needed to make it clear enough, bright enough, sparkly enough...he would do it. He even went to one of the jewelers you supported whether it was because of their ethical standards or the fact that they just had a special connection for you.

“Thank you, Joanne.” Jack said, finally turning his attention to the sales associate. “It’s been a long ride, but we made it. I’m proposing tonight and I think this is going to get me a yes.”

Joanne smiled. “Y/n, is a very lucky young woman. I’m sure she will say yes.”

“I’m the lucky one.” Jack put down his credit card to make the final payment, slipping the boxed ring into his pocket. Now, he just had to work up the nerve to ask.

You sat at the dinner table at one of your favorite Italian restaurants. It was a special occasion. Jack was throwing a private get-together for both of your families and mutual friends to celebrate his year. It was a very successful year for Jack: another award winning album, several platinum records, and constant praise from the legends of rap. You were glad that Jack had chosen to share it with those closest to you both instead of the usual club party. You weren’t super against the club parties, but they did push you out of your comfort zone. You often spent your time sitting in a booth and ordering fruity drinks while you faded into the background. Jack would check on your frequently before eventually telling you that you could both leave which you would do happily.

Here, you felt a little less anxious around so many familiar faces. Granted, every time someone got up to do a speech and mentioned your name, you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. But, you could deal with that if it meant Jack got to enjoy his special day.

Speaking of Jack, you noticed he was a bit quieter than usual. He wasn’t really eating and when you would mention it to him, he would smile, take a few bites and then change the subject. You were worried that he wasn’t feeling well so, you asked.

“Are you alright, sweetie?” You placed a hand on Jack’s knee.

Jack was incredibly nervous. It was not because he thought you would say no. You both talked about marriage and how that was something you wanted to do in the next year. He was more concerned about how to ask you. From watching your reaction in romantic comedy movies, he knew that the grand gestures made you cringe. You would watch the football stadium proposal scenes through the slit of your fingers while “la la la”-ing through the gushy lines. It was amusing when you were cuddled on the couch watching Netflix, but it definitely wasn’t the reaction he wanted for his proposal to you.

At the same time, Jack had learned from other female friends that it was important to have people they loved close by for the big news. Most of them said they were usually so overwhelmed with joy that they wanted to share it with anyone. He also heard from some of his homeboys that making sure she gets her nails done was important for the final picture. One guy almost got decapitated because his girl had to snap a photo after a hike with dirty fingernails.

That’s why Jack planned this whole event. So that you would both be dressed to the nine nine in your matching maroon suit and dress respectively. He even had your stylist convince you to do a full spa day including getting your nails, hair and makeup done for the “group” photos later. Everything was coming together perfectly, he just had to not botch it with his little speech.

“Yeah, it’s just, I’ve been thinking about a lot today.” Jack said, looking into your eyes. He kept his voice low to make sure that you knew he was only focused on you. “Hearing everyone reflecting on my accomplishments has been eye-opening. It feels like all my dreams are coming true. But the ones that are really standing out for me are the milestones I accomplished with you. The places we’ve been, the adventures we’ve had, and most importantly, us really building a life together. It’s been an amazing year. I love you so much.”

“Jack,” You could feel yourself getting teary. “I feel the same way, honestly. This has been a crazy ride, our relationship. Being with you has been a dream for me as well. Around you, I’m such a better version of myself. I love you so much.”

Jack chuckled. “Nah, it’s you that makes me better. You have a good heart. You’re intelligent. You’re goal-oriented. You keep me grounded. Honestly, I don’t know why you stay with me.”

“Jack...”

“--I may never understand what spell I put on you to convince you to be mine, but I hope that I can keep it going for a lifetime. Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me, Y/N? I promise, I’ll be the best to you until the day I die and the afterlife.”

You mouth fell open slightly. He placed the box open on the table. You were both sitting on the corner, so it was only you that could see it clearly. It was perfect. It was beyond anything you ever dreamed. The perfect cut, color, and size. You felt tears roll down your cheeks and Jack wiped them away with his finger. You stuck your hand out to tell him to put the ring on as you choked out the words.

“Yes!” You practically screaming the word out as it finally dislodged itself from your throat.

This alerted everyone at the table. There was tickling of glasses that morphed into full out applause and then it’s final form of whoops of happiness. You both stood up and Jack leaned in to give you a kiss. It was soft, definitely family-appropriate, but you could feel his sincerity. Once the kiss broke, that started the sea of hugs from those around. Everyone wanted a turn to hug and congratulate you. It was definitely a lot, being the center of attention for a bit longer than you would have liked, but with Jack by your side, holding your hand tightly, you felt invincible.

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #r-writes-fic

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