Sirius is a bottom. Remus is a top.
Sirius tried topping once or twice, in the beginning of the relationship. He thought he was the one with more experience. But Remus had come back from the library one day, tired of studying and looking for some release, and he had pushed Sirius against the wall and done everything the perfect fucking way. Sirius thought he knew where to kiss and how to build up tension when HE was topping, but he was nothing compared to Remus. Remus had had a malicious look in his eye that first time, and Sirius couldn’t help but admit it: he fucking LOVED the anticipation, the sounds that would come out of his mouth, the waiting, the denial of a climax. He loved having a gag in his mouth, being told when to be quiet, when to scream, when to come. He loved being tied up, being forced to wait and watch while Remus slowly removed each item of clothing off of him. He loved being powerless, he loved having a master, he loved being controlled in every possible sexual way.
And Remus loved having control. He just wasn’t the bottom type, and loved torturing Sirius as long as possible, letting him get right to the top of the roller coaster but not letting him fall. It was fun. It was addictive. And God, he was GOOD at at. He loved watching Sirius squirm and beg, and he loved denying Sirius the right to have his release. He loved having Sirius completely at his mercy.
And between the two, everything was safe. Everything was agreed on, and they both respected the other.
And they were both happy with how things were. Really fucking happy.
Let Jon have his armies and his devoted wildlings and the love of their people, she thinks. Let him have his dragon queen. She’s in possession of a secret, tragic as it may be, but at least it’s entirely her own. For Sansa, that’s more than enough. It has to be. Rated M; inspired by content from S7. Previous chapters can be found here.
Sansa’s eyes dawned with realization while she stared
back at him, her face a kaleidoscope of surprise and panic that burst wide open
before swallowing itself up again as she recovered from his unexpected
“Hello, Jon,” she greeted evenly. Sansa may have had the
sense to speak first, but her tone was distant—as distant as it had been when
she’d spoken to him on the rampart. It was like she had thrown ice water over
him, jolting him out of his dazed bewilderment. The fact that she sounded so
casual, as if her presence wasn’t anything strange to ponder over whatsoever,
only set him off the edge just a little further.
AU where Harry grew up in Neverland, Uma's a Neverland mermaid (complete with tail and a desire to drag people underwater if they get too close). Go wild!
oh worm? this is great and i’m ready to be real extra™
- harry gives zero fucks about peter pan. when he was younger, he held the same hatred for peter pan as his dad. but as he got older his opinion changed. that rivalry is his father’s business and he’s content to sail around neverland and cause mischief and terrorize others. he’s probably encountered peter pan more than once and whenever they cross paths, it’s kind of an unspoken agreement that harry won’t tell his dad that he saw peter and peter won’t interfere with whatever he’s doing as long as it’s not too bad. he’s really making a name for himself, separate from his father. some might even say he’s scarier.
- uma is still a sea witch and ursula’s daughter but she’s migrated to neverland, away from her mother. she lives primarily in the ocean and her form is the same as the one in the movie (so that counts as a mermaid right?) she’s not as much of a recluse as her mother and she does hang out with the few mermaids she respects. most of them are afraid of her. while harry rules above the sea, she rules under it. it’s what leads to them eventually meeting.
Okay, so everyone has fears and worries and such in relationships, right? And I’ve been kinda panicking lately, especially since I’ll be getting my degree and actually having to figure out what the hell I’m doing with my life. Nothing feels constant right now and the one thing - person - that I want to be constant is sort of pushing me towards an independent life without him. Out of everything we agree to disagree on, this is one that I’ve never been okay with and my anxiety kinda runs with it.
I get it, and I appreciate the sentiment in some aspects - like how he believes that I can reach greater heights and do amazing things with my life and abilities. It’s a wonderful feeling when someone believes that both of you and for you, but at the same time, I also don’t like what that stream of thinking has been doing to us as a couple. There’s been this constant unspoken assumption that when someone gets an amazing opportunity within their career, they’ll move on by themselves. That work is more important than love.
It’s awful and I’ve been working out a way to address it. And I’m very sorry for this rather personal rant - I’m sure no one cares about my love life problems - but I decided to write something in an attempt to help myself deal with these feelings that are just building at this point. Really, just consider the above explanation as exposition for the work below.
“I never want you to choose me over something amazing.”
He had said it. He had said it one more than one occasion, because, logically, he believed the words. Tsukishima believed them with his entire being. Rationally, they made sense; opportunities to move higher and forward weren’t offered every single day. It would be just plain stupid to pass them up. Especially for a single person.
And yet as they stood there now, the words hesitantly coming from their lips, he felt every piece of logic and rational thought escaping from his mind. Because this was exactly what he wanted for them, really he couldn’t ask for a better door to open in their life. They were offered a transfer to a sister company. They would obtain better pay, a bigger staff working under them, and better clients. Everything they were striving for.
“It’s in Kyoto,” they spoke, their hands were wrapped too tightly around the mug of tea. Tsukishima was sure it was far too hot to be holding so intensely, but he made no comment on it, he wasn’t sure he could make much of a comment on anything in that moment. “So I’d have to move there.”
Their gaze never rose, never was able to meet with his through their entire explanation, but he could sense the guilt that was radiating off of them. He wanted to amplify that feeling in them all of a sudden, which was selfish and stupid. They shouldn’t feel guilty for being good at their job and being rewarded for it. He could sense the unspoken question lingering in the air, the one they were waiting for the answer to as the silence stretched between them.
Would he go with them? Would he ask them to stay?
Bringing his own eyes down to his lap where his hands were clasped too tightly together, he tried to dislodge the lump that had accumulated in his throat. Emotions couldn’t be part of this decision right now, they would just muddle things up in this moment when they were running on high. The necessity to think rationally was important. For both of them.
“That’s great,” he answered, voice quieter than he meant for it to be, “I’m happy for you.” Another silence filled the space between them and he refused to lift his gaze to see what expression was pulled tight across their face. He didn’t want to see the obvious hurt and rejection that was surely to be there. “You should take it.”
It was his way of being selfless. He was putting them before himself in that moment. He didn’t want to live with the constant regret in their eyes each time they looked at him due to the lingering question of ‘what if…’ running through their head. But he supposed it wasn’t entirely selfless. He was also thinking about his own career. There was no guarantee that he would find another archeological lab similar to where he was now. He couldn’t force that same feeling on them if he were to leave.
“Okay,” they answered after far too long, “okay, I’ll take it.” And while they had ‘celebrated’ that night with the tenderest love making they had ever shared. Tears fell against hot skin and there was an emptiness within each of their chests as they intertwined with one another that night.
It would only be later that he came to realized they agreed for his sake. The prospect of his disappointment in them refusing being at the forefront of their mind. He supposed that was one of the most painful parts.
The months seemed to drag and fly by all at the same time. Each day seemed to tear deeper and deeper into their relationship, straining what they each refused to leave until the very last moment. Most nights they spent doing nothing except holding each other on the floor of the living room. The television was always on, forcing them to avoid conversations they decided they could no longer have with the decisions made.
The day he found them sobbing on the sill of their bathtub was the day he allowed his own emotions to finally consume him. He crumbled against the wall just outside of the doorway, hands pressed tightly against his eyes underneath he rims of his glasses. They cried separately from each other, each keenly aware of the other but neither moving to close the space between them. Closeness wasn’t something that would make this easier.
And the time came without any warning despite being marked on the calendar for months. Tsukishima stared at the circled date in their - his, he supposed now - kitchen, his body numb and his emotions scrubbed raw. Even when their fingers delicately touched against his own, he couldn’t bring himself to look away; because tomorrow was the last time they would see each other. Tonight was their last night together.
“Come to bed,” they were over tears, crying wouldn’t fix their messed up hearts. And despite the irrational need to avoid sleep at all costs in a desperate attempt to keep them with him that much longer, he followed them wordlessly.
The touches were softer, the kisses were longer, their bodies pressed tighter together. He wanted to memorize every contour of their body and his fingers trembled as he mapped out every freckle that dotted their skin. As a soft sob escaped his lips when he came that night, he tried to remind himself that they were being rational. They were doing this for each other. Even if those words sounded like a lie to himself now. They fell asleep that night with tears on their cheeks and hands clinging to anything that was left.
In the morning, he felt her pull away, listened to her dress and move about the room. He thought about rising, but quickly thought better of it. They had said their goodbyes the night before, he was sure he wouldn’t be able to get through them a second time. They didn’t attempt to wake him either, mind surely thinking the same thing. But he couldn’t help the tremble that racked through him when their fingers brushed through his hair and along his cheek.
They were aware he was conscious, he knew it, but they each pretended to remain oblivious as they leaned to press a single kiss to his temple. “I love you, Kei. I always will.”
Their footfalls as they left the room were the loudest noise that Tsukishima ever experienced and they reverberated through his eardrums long after they had left. HIs body curled in on itself, head burying beneath the sheets as he desperately tried to capture the scent they had left behind. “I love you too. I love you too.” He repeated the words to himself as he tried to remind himself why he thought letting them go was the right thing to do.
I will be your hell keeper. (idk it’s 3 am) Please request. Lay back. Like. Reblog. Tag hiddleshell.
also! Don’t forget to fall into the deep abyss we like to call the never ending love for this happy man the world doesn’t deserve.
like.. seriously look at him
Just had time to think through my request in more detail: I once saw this doujinshi where Chichi was sick and Goku was watching over her all worried, and he kisses her while she's sleeping and gets all embarrassed when she wakes up, but she smiles all happy. I don't know if you've seen this, since it's been on Tumblr a couple times, but how about turning that into a fic?
Notes: It’s a cute doujin. Hope
it’s cool what I did with this. I,
uh, just kinda went with something.
Goku x Chi-Chi, Gohan,
Period: before End of Z
K / G
right, Pan, I think the flowers look good now.”
will help Grandma feel better, right?”
Let’s let her rest some, though.”
Can we play with Uncle Goten now?”
don’t tell her yes without asking me first.”
c'mon, Goten, you know she-”
voices faded, slowly disappearing, growing muffled with the squeak of
the door closing. They needed to fix that door. Once she was well
enough, she’d make sure to get Goku or one of the boys to get to work
on that. Once she was well.
now, Chi-Chi simply wanted to sleep off the sickness. It didn’t seem
to want to leave her alone. Sickness at her age was harder to shake
than when she’d been younger. Back then, a day of rest would be all
she’d need. Now, it’d been a couple days at least and she was still
feeling under the weather. Enough to be confined to the bedroom, told
to rest all day long.
was a little annoying, but there wasn’t much she could do about it.
Accept her fate and stay in bed. At least the kids came by to visit.
Bringing her grandbaby by was nice to see, and the flowers were so
closed, Chi-Chi tried to let the thoughts drift away. Tried to let
sleep take her. She needed rest. But, oh, she just wasn’t really
was a little difficult to fall asleep when the body wanted to sit up
and do more, even if it was more than it could handle right now.
pushed into the side of the bed, and she tried not to smile at the
warmth she could feel near her legs. Chi-Chi didn’t know a thing
about how to sense ki
or whatever it was the boys did all the time. But she had been
married to Goku long enough to recognize when his presence was in the
room. He was quiet, but he didn’t seem to want to leave her side.
Even when the kids were in, he’d been hovering somewhere behind them,
no doubt. And now that they were gone, well, he leaned against the
the days passed and her illness stayed, Goku spent more and more time
at her bedside. Not really speaking. Trying to let her sleep. But she
could sense him. Almost feel that presence. Warm. Comforting.
always been one to freak out a little when she was sick. The first
time she came down with something when they were married, early,
early into their marriage, he had panicked about every little thing.
As if he wasn’t one to get sick often. Or he didn’t know the
difference between something mild and simple compared to a serious
disease. She almost laughed at the memory.
all, she was trying to sleep. She shouldn’t be laughing.
course when he’d
been sick, he’d been like a whiny child. Thankfully, he didn’t get
often. And the worst, the heart virus, was long past. One of the most
frightening moments of her life.
wasn’t sick with anything crazy like that. Just a simple cold. A
little summer fever. Her body had a hard time fighting it, but she
was sure it would pass in time. At the very least, it didn’t seem
to be getting worse. She promised to tell the boys at the first sign
if it did.
it was just a matter of waiting it out. And resting as she waited.
heat in her face was certainly something she could do without. And
the aches in her joints. Oh, she didn’t like coming down with
sickness at this age. It was no fun. Not that it was ever fun, but,
well, this felt worse somehow.
on the bed shifted. Goku must be changing positions. Like his hand
was pushing down on the bed next to her or -
hit her mouth. Nice, warm lips touching her own. She froze for
moment, wondering why he was kissing her when she was sick. Sick and
to be sleeping.
he do that often? Catch her when she was asleep? The little rascal.
That was no fair. How many times had he done that
to her? She didn’t like the thought of missing out on Goku’s kisses.
His sweet little pecks weren’t exactly rare commodities, but they
were special to her all the same.
her eyes open, she managed to catch him red handed this time. His
widening eyes and growing blush showed the truth, too, that he had
been sure she was sleeping. He almost looked a little guilty, like a
kid caught stealing a cookie before supper.
voice cut off, eyes glancing to the side, hand going behind his head.
shaking her head would have been a horrible idea – she didn’t want
to do anything that would compound the headache she was currently
suffering – Chi-Chi instead made sure to smile. Wide and open and
even give him a light giggle, too. Her voice, when she finally worked
the dryness out of her mouth, came out raspy and soft, but there was
no doubt in her mind that he’d be able to hear her weak
really worried, aren’t you?”
blush grew, continuing to rub at his head. “Uhm. I can’t help it. I
don’t like it when you’re sick, Chi-Chi.”
again, she reached up to touch his cheek. It was so cool compared to
what she was used to. Goku usually warmed her up. But, she supposed,
the sickness made her skin a higher temperature than even his normal
arm shook a little as she rubbed at the blush on his face. She didn’t
really have the strength to hold it up for long, but resting against
him would be fine, especially if he pressed his hand over hers like
fine,” she whispered. “It’ll pass.”
hummed, lightly stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. “You
she hummed back. “You can kiss me again if you want.”
you sure?” He asked, even as his eyes lit up a little. “I thought
you needed to sl-”
kisses,” she warned. “And make sure you don’t get sick either.”
smiled, leaning down to whisper against her lips. “I’ll try not
and gently, he brought her hand down to the bed, squeezing lightly as
he connected their
mouths for the second time. They
shared a few more sweet kisses before she gave in and said she really
did need to sleep. But, as she closed her eyes, Chi-Chi felt his
presence hovering by her bed, and she was confident that he’d stay by
her side well through the night.
HELLO. I'M BACK. (Ok, this is only my second time requesting but that's ok.) It's the Anon who requested the Taehyung x reader that accidentally turned angsty. But it's ok! It was really good! Anyways, I'm back to request 2 + 69 with Jungkook if that's ok. (You two write so well)
Prompt request: “Are you kidding me right now!?” + “You have approximately 5 seconds to get out of my face before I kill you.”
Genre: Humour + Fluff
Summary: You have a paper due in twenty minutes and it’s a stressful time. You prefer to work at the library, because your university’s computers run much faster than your cheap laptop. Unfortunately, someone else seems to appreciate the technology and appears to be playing League of Legends on your computer.
Word count: 945 words
You might have shed a few tears when you noticed you were missing a citation on your twenty-page paper that was due in twenty minutes. But you definitely did cry when you realized you referenced an actual book instead of a website.
Shooting up from your chair, you received a few concerned glances from the students around you. Paying them no mind, you darted to the second level of the library in an attempt to find the book you had read earlier that week.
As you wandered aimlessly through the shelves, you checked the time on your watch. You had fifteen minutes left. Cold sweat dripped down your back as you searched for the ancient history section.
Finally, you found the section (it was actually on the third floor) with twelve minutes left. If you recalled correctly, you were fairly certain that the book you referenced was red. And that was all you knew.
Your breathing quickened as you scanned the shelves, examining every red book in the section. Glancing briefly at your watch, you realized you only had seven minutes left. Returning to the task at hand with renewed vigour, you dove towards the nearest red book. Once you pulled it from the shelf, you finally recognized the cover.
“Thank god,” you practically sobbed. Clutching the book to your chest, you darted back the main level of the library, nearly tripping down the stairs as you went. An imaginary clocked ticked away in your head.
You reached your computer with four minutes to spare.
But there was a slight problem.
A boy was sitting at your computer, his large frame hunched towards the monitor. His fingers danced over the keyboard and he clicked the mouse furiously. He had a hood pulled over his mess of brown hair, and from what you could see, he was biting his lip as he focused on the screen in front of him.
And what was he so focused on? This boy was literally playing League of Legends on your computer.
“Are you kidding me right now!?” you shrieked, slamming the book onto the desk beside the boy. He jumped in surprise, eyes widening as he turned to look up at you.
“Uh, I can explain–”
You cut the boy off mid-sentence, grabbing him by the front of his hoodie.
“You have approximately 5 seconds to get out of my face before I kill you,” you hissed, feeling slightly frenzied due to your rapidly approaching deadline and a chronic lack of sleep.
The boy quickly shut off the game and jumped from the seat. He moved aside, eyes cast down. You didn’t bother sitting. Luckily, the boy hadn’t signed out of your account, so you pulled up your assignment. You grabbed your book and located the publication information and relevant page numbers as fast as you could.
In the end, you submitted your paper online with thirty seconds to spare.
When you turned to collect your belongings from where you had scattered them earlier, you were surprised to see that the League-playing boy was still there.
“Uh, I-I can explain that,” he stammered nervously, light pink dusting his cheeks. “But I just wanted to say sorry–I didn’t realize you had to submit a paper.”
You smiled, feeling a little bad for scaring the other student. Upon closer inspection, you realized he was quite good looking. He had large eyes, a strong nose, and a full lower lip, which was bright red from all the nervous biting.
“I’m not going to say it’s fine, because who the fuck plays League in the library?” you laughed, pleased to see the boy relax a little. “But I didn’t mean to freak out that much. Just…stressed, you know?”
“Who plays League–period,” the boy snorted, almost to himself. He looked somewhere else in the library, his expression pained. “My friends dared me to do that.”
You followed his line of vision, settling on two other boys who sat at another row of computers. They were laughing hard, receiving annoyed looks from the people around them. One of them had a wide, rectangular smile and the other had little crescent eyes.
You realized all these boys were ridiculously cute, and wondered if all good-looking people just automatically became friends. Eventually, you turned back to the offending boy, whose expression had become sour.
“I just have to say one more thing before I leave,” the boy said with a long-suffering sigh. He met your eyes, inhaling slowly and blushing even more. “W-wanna come back to my base and check out my Needlessly Large Rod?”
You stared up, wide-eyed, at the boy in front of you. In the distance, you could hear the sound of unrestrained laughter. The boy covered his face with his hands, and after a moment of shock, you burst out laughing.
Tears streaked down your cheeks as you laughed uncontrollably. You wiped them away hastily as the boy glanced back at you, surprised. Eventually, you were able to compose yourself.
“Wow, I’m swooning,” you giggled. After a week of stress, you finally felt the tension slipping away.
“Thanks,” the boy cringed. He glanced at his friends and then back at you. “I’m Jungkook, by the way. Sorry we had to meet like this.”
“I’m Y/N,” you replied with an easy smile. “And it’s fine. You left quite an impression.”
A few weeks later, you were dragged to your university’s video game club’s weekly meeting. It turned out that Jungkook and his two friends (who later introduced themselves as Jimin and Taehyung) made up the club’s executive team.
That day, Jungkook asked you out with another lame League of Legends inspired pick-up line.
You accepted his proposition without a second thought.
- Girl in Luv
Oh my GOD I HATE MYSELF. Why do I always reference lame ass things? Is LoL even relevant anymore?? Anyway…thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed! Our requests are still open, so check out our prompts page if you’re interested! Happy reading~
Whenever I think of you, I feel encouraged. Well… whenever I think about it… sometimes I feel like you will always stay with me… I always try to appreciate what I have. But sometimes when I work out or when I work on my songs… just because I work on it late at night, it doesn’t mean my songs turn out nice because I work on it for a long time. But whenever I try to get things done or whenever I have challenges, or whenever I feel pain I can’t describe, I think about Monbebes. Then I can go on. You give me energy to go on. So I am always thankful, and I love you. Thank you.
my all time favourite shipping trope is “i hate you so much but shit you’re also very attractive so i guess we can make out some but tell no one” and that sort of works until they fall in love and suddenly it’s “oh shit now we have to tell people because if someone hits on you again i might just break something”
Summary: Your husband is a drama queen when he’s sick and you’re stuck taking care of him. You’d never admit it aloud but you’re amused with his antics.
Word Count: 650
Warnings: There’s virtually no plot to this, I stole lines from the video, and Lin is whiny. Other than those three things, nothing really.
A/N: I promised one more post today and here it is, right before I head out for the night. Feel free to continue to yell at me in my inbox or the tags - I live for the feedback tbh and I’d love to have some when I get home tonight.
“Don’t you have work today, honey?” you entered your shared bedroom after just getting back from breakfast with your friend. You were surprised to see Lin still in bed this late in the day.
“I called in sick today.” Lin’s voice was muffled from the pillow his face as buried in but you could hear his hoarse voice and stuffed nose despite it.
“Have you taken any cold medicine yet?” your eyes scan his nightstand for traces of anything he might’ve done to counteract this flu.
“I only have enough energy to accomplish one thing today and I didn’t want my last act on this earth to be getting out of bed to take cold medicine.” Lin said dramatically and you rolled your eyes with a snort.
hey i have to say i love your art!and i'm saving money to commission with you!what are you working right now?are you still taking commissions?
Hi anon!!!!!thank youuuuuu!!i’m so glad that you like my art…and yes i’m still taking commissions(i’m working in a few comic pages, this one is the draft of a captive prince comic page commissioni’m working on)…in fact this is the last day that commissions are open (i announced it on twitter)
later i will open commissions again but with updated prices