#{romance mentions in the tags ----------------------->}

[starry-eyed-psychopomp]

I mean I actually do read more than just danmei. I only started reading danmei within the past year and have been consuming queer fantasy religiously for years now. I was an English Major. I work in a bookstore. This post was very much informed by my experience reading a shitload of queer fantasy. Lowkey a little offended by the implication that this opinion comes from just not reading enough. That’s kind of a rude assumption to make? Anyway, I’ll elaborate on my feelings, because I have a lot of Thoughts on the topic and I like to yap.

I do think a lot of people in the danmei community could stand to read more genres and generally diversify their shelves (heavy on DIVERSIFY), and I’m sure that was the point you were making, but that’s not really what I was talking about? Like my point wasn’t “Western books Bad, that’s why I only read danmei,” it was “I want to see This in MORE books!” Does that make sense?

This is my opinion of course, but when I’ve read Western fantasy books with queer romance, I often either felt like authors have to choose to either prioritize the romance or the fantasy. It’s either all romance with little high-stakes angst and worldbuilding (you don’t see enough characters getting brutally stabbed and their love interests wailing over their body in Western romantasy and THAT’S A SHAME), or all fantasy politics interspersed with enemies-to-lovers ~yearning~ and ~sexual tension~ every hundred or so pages (and it takes a good writer to keep my attention through all that). Romantasy doesn’t have enough angst and gore, fantasy with a romantic subplot doesn’t have enough kissing and cuddling. So far, most of the danmei I’ve read is able to strike that balance.

And not to mention that romantasy usually comes in the form of standalone books. It’s a lot harder to do high-stakes worldbuilding with those limitations. Or it’ll be technically a series, but every book follows a different couple in the same world, so you don’t get much time to spend with a single pairing. In danmei, it’s a lot more common to see five, eight, thirteen book-long series with lots of adaptations and additional content, which is generally just more engaging. And it’s all centered around a romance! A queer romance, at that!!

I’m familiar with both your recommendations, though I personally haven’t picked up Godkiller. Funnily enough though, A Marvellous Light was actually one of the Western queer romantasy books I was thinking about when I wrote this post, because as you said, it’s very popular, and I personally didn’t like it. The worldbuilding was too…generically British for my specific tastes, and overall I found it pretty boring. A lot of hanging out and fucking in mansions on the English countryside, not enough stabbing and bleeding out and dying in front of your love interest to keep me interested. OBVIOUSLY THIS IS JUST MY PERSONAL OPINION! Read what you want. Regency romance is a thing people like and that’s chill. But that’s something that I really like in romance that danmei is just more likely to deliver. So as an example of a Western book that embodies the traits I was talking about in my original post? Not really.

Like I wasn't just talking about books that happen to have gay people and body horror. If that were the case I'd never have picked up another book after reading The Locked Tomb series, because there's no topping perfection. I elaborated a bit more in my tags, which I recognize wouldn't be kept in a reblog, but I meant it more in the sense of an intersection between the two? The intersection between romance and body horror that I was specifically talking about involves like. Melodrama. The agony of the romance is so intense it must be expressed with blood, and that physical, gory pain then goes on to inspire angst between the romantic leads.

So you get characters cradling their lover’s bloody body; holding onto their corpse for years, unable to accept their death; being forced to watch them be stabbed over and over again; mourning for years, devoted to them and only them; etc etc, and any number of new ways authors conceive to torment us. And all the while, the characters are still in proximity to each other. They flirt, they hold hands, they kiss, they cuddle, they get protective of each other, they keep bridal-carrying each other, and on and on.

There’s a level of physical intimacy that goes beyond just sexual tension and an eventual climactic kiss, and danmei authors seem to understand that it won’t detract from the intense violence that also exists in their stories. The gore and violence and body horror goes hand in hand with the romance, it’s not just tangential to it. Intense emotion that both drives the plot and brings a kind of cathartic pain to the audience, who remain secure in the knowledge that it will still work out in the end. Like Aristotelian tragedy for people who get a bit too emotionally attached to fictional characters.

And like, there are Western books that I think danmei fans would enjoy. They don't always hit all the marks I was talking about, but they exist. Danmei fans tend to really like Dark Rise by C.S. Pacat, for instance. A Strange and Stubborn Endurance by Foz Meadows and Winter’s Orbit by Everina Maxwell are fantasy/sci-fi romances with higher stakes and more complex worldbuilding. On the f/f and baihe side of things, She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan and the Jasmine Throne by Tasha Suri are political fantasies with dense worldbuilding, but the romances are prominent enough, and they’re really good. And though it's not for everyone, I'll always preach the good word of Gideon the Ninth, which has tons of agonizing homoerotic angst that scratches a particular itch in my brain. I wouldn’t say any of these fit exactly the bill of what I’m going for (Dark Rise probably comes closest, though Gideon the Ninth would beat it if I thought griddlehark was ever gonna kiss for real) but not all danmei fits my specific standards either, so…¯\_(ツ)_/¯

But yeah. Like obviously there are fantastic books that aren’t danmei, but danmei has certain conventions and tropes that I feel we don’t often get from Western media. For some reason, our media is just…weirdly averse to sincerity and melodrama. Too much romance is considered trite and has no place in, like, a gritty war story. There are exceptions, but it is a trend in our culture that I find disappointing. And it’s a problem Chinese media like danmei doesn’t seem to have as much.

GOD I wish more Western books would take cues from danmei for how to write fantasy romance, danmei is like the only genre I’ve encountered that understands my ideal ratio of fluffy romance to body horror

[thedevilsoftruth]

Drowned In Lavender

Thunderbolts/senator B. Barnes x Afab! (pregnant wife) reader

Summary: Bucky and Sam accidentally run into eachother in Washington. They make a plan to fly back to Brooklyn a few days earlier than Bucky's scheduled return time to surprise you! However, the surprise kind of spoils when you spot them first, and greet them in a very unexpected way.

Genre: 18+ [ MDNI!! I am not responsible for what you find on the internet. ]erotica, romance, sensual, comedy.

Smut tags/warnings: (6k+ words of pure filth.) Reader is 24 weeks pregnant, Sam being hilarious, Massage gone wrong, mentions of guns, Bucky being an amazing fucking husband, reader is VERY horny and needy, reader wears lingerie, beard kink/beard wetting, pussy eating, face sitting, breast play, vaginal fingering, implied squirting. NOT beta read.

Song recommended: Where Life Begins by Madonna.

An: the last congressman Barnes erotica I do before Thunderbolts releases. Also Im terribly sick rn so I apologize if this seems a bit weird. ENJOY!!

[ my marvel request box is back open. Please check out my pinned post for my request rules. ]

"Dude shut up! "

" Is the coast clear, Mr. Barnes? "

Bucky and Sam tiptoed inside the house, Sam closing the door behind them as he whispered like he was in a stealthy hitman game. In reality, all it was was the two men wanting to surprise you with Bucky's return back home. The plan was for Sam to stay with the both of you during the holidays as extra support for you during your pregnancy, however, from all you knew, they weren't going to be back until the end of the week. It was Friday.

The lights in the house were off. It was not what the two men were expecting. In fact, they were kind of hoping you'd be up. It was only 8 pm, after all. Perhaps you went to bed early because you were hurting?

Sam was wandering the kitchen and living room; he had been in your house enough times to know the whole layout of the place. Bucky set his crossbody bag on the marble island in the kitchen with a sigh. He tucked his phone into his back pocket of his jeans.

" I'm gonna go look upstairs. " He told Sam, nodding towards the stairs.

" Can I go up with you? " He asked with a smile. Bucky nearly laughed.

" No. "

Sam persisted.

" Well I just thought, you know, if we were supposed to be surprising her--"

" Just stay down here. " Bucky cut him off, pinching the bridge of his nose. Sam nodded understandingly and shrugged.

" Yeah--no, of course. I get it. Husband-wife things. Totally cool. '' Sam sniffed, shaking his hand and clapping his hands together, his gaze averting from Bucky's. Bucky's face contorted in a cringe, and he mumbled something under his breath as he started making his way up stairs.

He made sure that his footsteps were light as he walked up the stairs as to make as little noise as possible and to not make the floorboard creak. His heart was racing with anticipation as he made it to the top of the staircase. He almost had to restrain himself from running up to your bedroom door.

However, when he finally made it to the top of the stairs, all of his plans to surprise you crumbled to dust when he saw you standing in the doorway if your bedroom door. Pointing a handgun right at him. You squinted your eyes at him, trying to make him out through the darkness. He almost laughed. Again.

" Honey, " he called out from the top of the stairs, his smooth, sweet-and-deep-like-honey voice filling your ears with the familiarity of a favorite song.

" It's just me. " He said, his footsteps soft as he approached you. The moment you realized it was him, you wasted no time to throw the little gun down and run into his open arms. Like everytime, he caught you perfectly and gave you that rich laugh you loved so much. He leaned down and kissed the top of your head, smoothing out your hair with his flesh hand.

" It seems I've taught you well. " He mumbled against your hair. You grumbled and playfully smacked his chest.

" Don't play games like that with me anymore. You scared the shit out of me. " You told him, looking up at him with a tiny smile. Your hand flattened on his chest, near his dog tags. " I thought you were an evil guy who broke in looking for you. "

A light laugh left his mouth, and he ran his exposed vibranium hand up your back.

" Nah. Its just me and uh.. " he looked over his shoulder. You followed his gaze. " That guy. "

Both of your eyes fell on a certain Sam Wilson standing at the top of the staircase. The three of you stood there silently for what felt like an eternity.

" It's good to see you Mrs. Barnes. " Sam said, his usual calm smile spread across his face. " Surprise? "

You blinked. Bucky coughed. You looked between your husband and his best friend back and forth many times, confused.

" Wait--why is he here? " You inquired, looking up at Bucky with curled eyebrows. A mutual feeling of awkwardness filled all of you, and the silence that came with it was so utterly terrible that you started feeling too exposed and hid into Bucky's arms further. After all, you were wearing one of your favorite lingerie sets under the purple robe tied around your body.

Bucky looked at Sam. Sam looked at Bucky. He was not going to speak up; he didn't have the right words to speak. So Bucky opened his mouth after thinking about it, then spoke.

" We were both in D.C, obviously. He had some business to take care of at the White House, and I was at Capitol Hill--as you know, for some very important business. " Bucky began, looking down at you, nodding his head along at he spoke. You were gripping his red wine tie and looking down at your feet, trying to ignore the warm feeling you had been getting in your lowe abdomen all day. Now that he was home, it was only worse.

" We ran into eachother a couple times while up there, and decided that since the holidays were coming up, we'd surprise you with an early visit and stay around for the next few months until you're due. " Sam took over the conversation, explaining to you the details--though you found it very hard to pay attention to him with your mind so fogged up. Bucky's hand lulled up and down your back, making goosebumps rise up your skin.

" And also all of the work that I need to do for the rest of the month will be done from home. " Bucky told you, his hand stilling somewhere on your lower back. It did not take long for him to notice the way you were avoiding his gaze.

" You okay, honey? " He asked you, his voice low like he was asking you directly and didn't want Sam in the conversation. You met his gaze finally and let go of his tie.

" Yeah, I'll be okay. " You responded, your face heating up. You had no idea where this odd feeling in your abdomen was coming from. Just a moment ago you were pointing a gun at him because you thought he was a random dude who broke into your house. Now you were all curled into his body and gripping onto him like a cat to a cat tree.

Bucky hummed and kissed the top of your head again.

" Well now that our plans have been spoiled, what are we gonna do? " Sam asked from afar, fiddling with his hands like he had nothing else to do. Your mind was already going to work, searching for many ways you could respond. Now, you didn't want to be selfish, but your husband had just came back home to you after a long two and a half weeks, and all you wanted was some alone time with him. The mere fact that Sam was even there only fueled that need to be alone with Bucky.

You looked up at Bucky for help, your mind caught in a cross roads. You tapped your fingers against his shoulder for his attention. He immediately took the message as you needing to tell him something important, and he ducked his head down so you could whisper in his ear. Your stomach churned in excitement, and you cupped your hand around the shell of his ear for extra security.

" I need you in the bedroom. " You told him. It was all you needed to say, really, but you weren't even sure if it was entirely what you wanted. Bucky's vibranium hand tightened around it's spot on your waist, and he leaned back so he could whisper his response in your ear.

" Why? What's wrong? "

" I don't know I'm just... Aching and sore--but at the same time you're back home and that does something to me... " You told him quickly, looking over his shoulder to see Sam facing the complete opposite direction of you two.

" Just please... meet me in the bedroom? " You begged him, looking up at him with big eyes. He pulled back a little so you would be face-to-face with him.

" Are you sure? " He asked, his eyebrows curved in worry. You gripped the sleeve of his suit jack and tugged on it.

" Yes I'm sure! " You whisper-yelled into his ear, your teeth gritted.

Sam stood in the background silently, blinking, utterly confused by the whole scenario. He checked his watch for the time, then looked away from the whispering couple and scratched his ear. Obviously he wasn't meant to be listening in on the conversation, but they weren't exactly good at whispering.

Bucky looked at Sam then back at you.

" Okay. Go inside, and I'll be there in just a moment. " He leaned down to peck your lips. " I love you. " You smiled warmly at the kiss and the ' I love you. ' You felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach, and you pursed your lips to hide the smile creeping on your face and tilted your head down.

" I love you too. " You responded quietly before picking up the tail of your dragging, opening robe and ran towards your bedroom. In an instant, the door was slamming shut and you were gone.

And God help him, Sam was trying so hard to be respectful. He was looking at his watch again, like he was actually doing something on it instead of eavesdropping on his closest friends.

" Sam. " Bucky called out for him, almost making him jump. Sam fake coughed and looked up at him, sweating in his suit. Bucky's voice was stern and knowing. Sam gulped hard.

" You should go to the guest room downstairs." Bucky told him, blinking slowly and pointing his index finger downwards as he spoke those last words. Sam couldn't fight the smile that was threatening to spread across his face.

" Alright. I'll do that. " He said, his lips twitching. " But while you two are at it, you might want to spin her that Marvin Gaye vinyl I got you last Christmas. And if you need lube, just hit me up--"

" Ooh, duuude that's weird. We're not gonna have sex with guests over. " Bucky groaned, his face scrunching up in disgust. "Now get the hell out of here before I push you down the damn staircase. " Bucky threatened, his cheeks heated with embarrassment from his friends comment. Sam was cackling at his reaction, clapping his hands together as he turned his heel for the staircase. Bucky inhaled sharply, closing his eyes and mentally preparing himself for what was going to happen the moment he opened the bedroom door.

" Lord help me," he muttered under his breath, curling his fingers into fists by his sides as he walked into the room.

~~

The door opened and shut with a soft click. You were already laying in bed, propping yourself up by your hands, waiting for him. Bucky gave you a soft smile as he took off his suit jacket and placed it down on the blue bean bag next to the door--which the mere sight of gave you, a pregnant woman, a heart attack.

" You okay, honey? " He asked you as he stepped out of his dress shoes. You huffed.

" You ask me that again, and I swear to Odin, James, I will rip your fucking head off and feed it to Alpine. " You warned him in a very flat, very stern voice that made your point clear quickly. Bucky stopped midway through getting undressed, his finger stilling on the top button of his vest when you started speaking. Nothing scared Bucky, but you did whenever you were mad.... and pregnant, apparently.

" Yes ma'am. " Was all he said, along with a fat gulp. He faced you and shimmied out of the black vest. The both of you locked eyes, and that warm feeling inside you intensified. The way his muscles rippled under his white button down as he moved? Basically pornography to your brain.

And the second he was out of the vest, he was on your shared bed and sitting on the edge of it. He sat in front of you with his legs crossed.

" You said you were aching and sore? " He asked, scooting closer to you, grabbing both of your calf's and smoothing his hands over them.

" Yeah. " you sighed, unsure of how to exactly explain to him that you were horny. It was just odd to you because most mom's in your parenting/birthing classes had shared that they found it hard to have a high libido and get wet while pregnant. But here you were, over-sensitive and needy like you were in heat.

And who knows? Maybe your husband already knew what you needed. He was pretty good at reading you, and often told you that you were an open book. Besides, you membered reading online and hearing from the dad's at your birthing classes that pregnancy was a pretty big turn on for them. Maybe Bucky was just as turned on as you were; which got you thinking about the night you started trying for your baby and how crazy and wild he got with you. Just thinking about it was enough to--

Oh no.

You were getting wet again.

" Baby?" Bucky's voice broke you out of the sex-dazed trance you were in. You blinked twice than looked back up at him.

" Yes? " You responded.

" Where are you sore? " He asked you, his sweet voice laced with worry, his lips curled into a frown while he looked at you with his head tilted.

You grumbled.

My pussy, you dumb fuck. You almost wanted to tell him.

" I don't know, " You paused to think. " Everywhere? " Bucky chuckled.

" Baby, that doesn't help." He said. His hands drifted down to the backs of your feet. You shivered.

" Is it your feet? Your back? " He asked, trying to pin point the cause of your issues.

" I mean.. I guess it's my feet. " You mumbled, averting your gaze from his shyly. Bucky made a low sound at that.

" Baby," his eyes raked up your body sympathetically. " Were you on your feet all day? "

His hands ran down your calves, trying to ease any tension in your muscles. The little hairs on your body stood on end with goosebumps as he touched you. You wanted to speak, but you couldn't. So you nodded. He frowned.

" Honey... You know standing all day can put tension on your back and feet. " He told you, his tone now low and serious instead of light and sweet like before. You gulped hard, excitement running through your body.

" I know, I just--I knew you'd be back soon and I didn't want the house to be a mess. " You told him with a pout. Bucky's hummed and leaned down to kiss your calf.

" Well, " he muttered, looking around like he was trying to figure out what to do. " Why don't you lay back and let me relieve you, yeah? "

He smiled at you, kind and charming. You looked back at him and returned the smile as he propped your legs onto his lap.

The moment you felt the cool metal of his vibranium hand and the warm heat of his flesh hand on your skin, you immediately melted. Usually, the temperature differences would make you flinch, but you had been with him long enough that you were used to it.

He ran his thumbs up the arch of your foot, in a straight line, his other fingers dragging along the back of your foot. You shivered and audibly groaned. He smiled.

" My poor baby," he purred. " all swollen and sore. " He thumbed at the ball of your foot, his eyes almost never leaving yours.

" S'okay though. Gonna take it all away. " He mumbled, kissing your knee. You shivered, the tiny wet spot on your panties under your robe becoming unmistakable at that point. It was just the way he was speaking to you. The words he chose along with the tone he chose; it was like he wanted you to squirm in your seat.

And you were.

" Feels good. " You rasped, the back of your hand splaying on your forehead as he slowly kneaded his thumbs into your skin. He stayed like that for a moment, creating different patterns and switching his hand placement frequently until he moved his attention to your other foot, which was arguably worse.

Bucky's mind wandered as he massaged you, his eyes falling down on your stomach as his worked his hands against you. You had gotten bigger since the last time he saw you. You were now on your 24th week, and still as beautiful as ever. In his mind, he started to map out exactly how your baby shower would go, while all you were thinking about was how much you needed your husband.... Mentally and physically.

His thumbs lowered to a certain pressure point on your foot, and your body almost jolted and you moaned softly at the contact. He kept his fingers there, rubbing rough circles into you tight muscles. He looked up and you caught his gaze.

" Right there? "He asked. You hummed, your cheeks heating up at at the warmth in his voice.

" Yeah, " you sighed. He started rubbing harder, his strokes long and persistent. " Oh god, James." You sighed into his touch, letting yourself melt like butter. He smiled proudly.

" I'm glad you feel good. " He said, continuing to work out your sore muscles. " Your pleasure is my top priority. " He told you, all with another kiss to your skin.

That was your breaking point. You needed him to fuck you.

"Baby," you whimpered, your fingers reaching out to tug on his wrist. He knew that voice like the back of his hand.

" Yes? " He looked up at you, rising his head slowly.You bite your lip, your heart pounding. His hands stilled on your ankles.

At a very eased and deliberate pace, your fingers traced up your stomach until they fell down to the knot of the belt that was keeping your robe closed shut around you. You undid the knot quickly, almost like you couldn't bare the thought of wasting another minute with it off. Once the robe fell open, so did your sweet husbands mouth.

You laid there underneath him, now in nothing but a cute little lingerie set that punched the air out of his lungs. It was a see-through babydoll top that was a lavender color and was paired with matching laced panties. The top was cut low, thin and floral laced, and the straps were in frills. The actual cup size was a bit too small for you, and your full breasts were spilling out of it. It was safe to say that it fit you better when you weren't pregnant, but you weren't complaining and neither was he. The opened slit straight down the under bust to the end of the top drove Bucky absolutely Insane. His mouth was open like he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Oh. Baby," he groaned, running a hand down your baby bump, which had only grown since the last time he saw you. He lifted you leg and gave your ankle a soft peck before he crawled up your body, settling between your thighs. "Is this why you wanted to come in the bedroom?" He inquired, looking you up and down hungrily, drinking in your appearance like it was the last time he'd see you.

You couldn't do anything but nod. His breath hitched.

"Why didn't you say anything sooner? You know I'd drop everything if you would have told me." He asked, running his hands down your thighs smoothly. You bit your finger.

" 'm sorry." You apologized, your face heating up as he touched you. He clicked his tongue and crawled up your body, bracing his arms at the sides of your head.

"Don't say that, honey." He told you, his eyebrows curling upward worriedly. He leaned in and pecked your lips. "You have nothing to be sorry about."

His tone was reassuring and he ran his hand over your hip, squeezing it gently. Your hand snaked up his vibranium forearm, and curled around the white sleeve of his button down. Bucky dipped his head down to your neck and pressed a hot, wet kiss there, his flesh hand drawing circles over the waistband of your panties.

"I left you too long, hm?" He purred into your ear, nipping at your earlobe. Shivers went down your spine and you uselessly nodded. He lifted one of your legs and spread it wider around his waist, making your hips stretch out in a way that made you moan.

" Sweet girl," he mumbled, planting wet, sloppy kisses all over your collarbone. "You gonna be good and let me touch you? Yeah?" He inquired, looking up at you through his brows. You reacted so quickly that it shocked the both of you.

" Yes--yes--please, oh god. Yes." You gasped, nodding your head frantically and grabbing him everywhere like he was threatening to leave you. He chuckled and sat up a bit so he wasn't directly putting pressure on your belly.

"Lift up for a bit." He told you, momentarily pulling away from you so he could collect a few pillows from the bed. Since you both found out about your pregnancy, a significant amount of pillows had been added to your collection, which Bucky found funny. You sat up, allowing him to fix the pillows underneath you and add more onto it to help support your back.

"There you go." He grunted, stealing a quick peck of your lips before he settled back between your legs.

"Comfy?" He asked. You hummed in response and nodded. He shifted on top of you, placing one arm by your head as he hovered above you. You gulped, the anticipation of what he was going to do to you sparkling through your veins.

Your bottom lip sunk between your teeth as you looked up at him. A cold, metal hand came up to cup your warm cheek, and gently removed your lip from your mouth. Bucky ran the pad of his thumb across your wet bottom lip, caressing your skin lightly before he leaned down to kiss you.

You almost immediately moaned into his mouth the second it was on you. His left hand slipped down your cheek and onto your stomach, his touch feather-light as he rubbed your exposed skin gently.

"Fuck, I missed you." He groaned, his metal hand trailing up your body until it reached your breast. A pitched moan left your mouth when he cupped your breast into his hand, massaging your flesh through the very thin fabric of your lingerie. He could already feel your nipple hardening, the tiny bud nearly peaking out of the top of the lace.

Bucky's lips left yours with a little noise, and he leaned back a bit to get a good look at you; disheveled, messy, panting, the lace wrapped around you doing nothing to hide the beautiful body that lay underneath it.

"Loook at you." He chuckled, his voice gruff and rumbling from somewhere deep in his chest. Your top was pulled downward on your left breast, threatening to spill out, but that was okay. He hooked his finger into the lace and tugged the lace down by the middle, letting both of your breasts spring free with a little bounce.

"So beautiful," he praised, running his palms down the curve of your breasts. "These perfect little things..." He went on, taking them into his large hands, cupping them by your under boobs, purposefully avoiding your nipple. "Feel so heavy in my hands now." He gave them a few gropes before he leaned down and let his hands fall by your sides, keeping himself steady above you.

Bucky's lips hovered above the peak of your breast, kissing your skin gently, his lips tip-toeing around your areola. His beard lightly scratched your skin as he moved his lips against you.

Your body was heaving up and down with his touches greedily, wanting more and more of his love, arching into him, begging for more. His lips dragged across your under boob, to the little spot on your torso where the skin of your breasts met the skin of your stomach. He dragged the tip of his tongue around your areola, the wetness,warmth and pressure of it making your nipple immediately rise up and harden. He repeated this a couple times before he finally wrapped his lips around your tiny bud and began suckling gently.

You nearly scrum and your hands shot to his head, tugging on his hair. Bucky shook his head and hummed In disapproval.

"Gotta stay quiet, babydoll." He told you, looking at you through his lashes. He released your tit with a little wet pop, then gave the whole thing a little grasp.

"I told Sam that we wouldn't be having sex, so shh." He whispered, already moving on to your other breast with a sly grin.

"Think this one wants my attention too?" He said smugly, keeping his vibranium hand on your left breast while his lips were already toying with your right one. For a moment, you mind was flogging with heat and your intense need for your husband, but through the midst of the fog, that last sentence ran through your mind curiously.

"Wait why would you tell him that?" You asked, your eyebrows furrowing. He looked up at you with a confused expression.

"He made a joke about us having sex and I told him he was gross and that we wouldn't do it with him here..." He responded honestly before going back to work, licking at your nipple like it was his only purpose. The moan you made almost immediately shut your mouth.

"Aged nicely, huh?" He joked, later on laughing at his own joke.

"Now c'mere, baby." He said with a grunt, lifting your legs up by the backs of your heavy thighs. "Let me get a nice taste of your beautiful little pussy, yeah?"

The words went straight to your cunt, making you ache for him even more. You made a little noise as you nodded eagerly, watching as your husband slowly lowered his body down yours.

Large, strong hands spread your thighs apart, and Bucky dipped his face between them, eyeing at the little wet spot on your panties.

"Oh baby," he moaned. "So wet," his flesh fingers ran down your slit, making you shiver. "All that just from some harmless touching." His fingers pressed against your center, and you could feel the coldness of the wet, think lace up against your warm slit.

"Feel that?" He moved his two middle fingers side to side on your clothed folds, taking your breath away.

"Yeah," you gasped when you felt his middle finger dip into your entrance, entering you kind of far for being behind the barrier of your panties. You were not expecting things to feel this good. You thought everything was going to feel different with being pregnant. In a way, it did. Primarily because you were more sensitive to his touch than usual, but it didn't feel a bad kind of different.

Bucky lowered his head down onto you more, and kissed your throbbing clit through your panties. You gasped, your fingers threading through his long, thick hair while he mouthed at you.

"This little thin thing," he scoffed, like your underwear personally offended him. "Don't do shit to hide this little pussy." With that, Bucky pulled the elastic band of your panties around your pelvic bone, and let it tap against your skin with a loud snap. Then he gave up and pulled the thing to the side, giving your now exposed pussy a wet kiss before he sat back up.

"Lift up, pretty girl." He instructed, waiting for you to lift up your hips. When you did so, his hands were immediately on you and tearing the useless garment off your body. Once it was off you, he was on you, running his hands up your thighs, eyeing the little mess between your thighs.

"Jesus fuck," he whispered, his eyes running down your wetness. You felt your face heating up In embarrassment, suddenly feeling vulnerable and exposed. You tried to snap your thighs shut when his fingers drifted down your slit, but he just pushed them back open.

"Nuh-uh, baby. Still haven't tasted you yet." He scolded, dipping his head back between your already shaking thighs. The authority in his voice just made you crave him even more.

And god, help you, because the way you moaned when he licked that first stripe up your pussy, was loud enough for anyone within a 500 mile radius of you hear you. And god, help you, with the way his tongue was flicking up and down your aching clit so soft and gently like he was afraid of breaking you.

Your taste flooded his mouth like a favorite treat, making him moan desperately against your mound as his tongue swirled around your folds. Bucky pulled his head back a bit and ran two thick metal fingers down your dripping cunt by the back of his hand like he was petting you. His knuckles dragged across your flesh, the cold band of his wedding ring on his ring finger coming in contact with your pussy perfectly, reminding you of the life you shared together.

His fingers dipped into your entrance, finally, and you welcomed him in--not so easily at first--but welcomed him in regardless. You let out a little displeased moan at the stretch of his fingers, and his hand immediately stilled.

"Baby?" He asked, looking at you wordily. "Are you okay? What's your color?"

You struggled for a moment. Thee muscles in your pussy involuntarily contracting against his fingers, like your body knew that it wanted to be ready for him.

"Yellow? I don't know." You told him, your brows twitching in frustration. Your voice was broken up, like you were about to cry. Buck was immediately in action to relieve you.

"Hey, hey, it's gonna be okay." He told you, kissing your inner thigh, and dragging his fingers against your walls just about an inch before stilling. "Just let me love you, okay?" He kissed the spot on your inner thigh that connected your pelvis to your thigh. "It might feel a bit weird, but thats okay because your body is changing. Just let me make you feel good."

You nodded your head understandingly, your eyes watery as he slowly moved his fingers into you. You winced again, but he made up for it with a kiss to your clit. He gently nipped at it as he slowly, very very slowly, dragging his fingers in and out of your cunt.

It had been months upon months since he last made love to you like this. He was always busy with Congress--senator stuff, always out of state, and never really had enough time to put on the side for you for intimate moments like this. Hell, he even had some work that he had to take care of the next day downtown super late into the afternoon. But that was fine. He didn't need to worry about it as long as he was between your thighs.

After a while, you started to opened up to him as he sunk deeper, and when he did, your moans grew louder. His fingers curled against a soft, almost squishy spot inside you that sent you flying. Your hands shot into his hair, curling your fingers into fists, your hips bucking against his face as he repeatedly hit that same spot.

"James--oh, baby--oh, fuck!" You moaned, your head flying back and your back arching. Bucky gave you a cocky grin, the sound of his name on your lips, all with that cute little moan running straight to his cock. But he knew he couldn't have his fill yet. Your pleasure always came before his, no matter how long it took for you to cum, and especially no matter if he didn't get to cum either.

Your already sore hips trembled against his face, your knees going weak as you desperately started grinding against his face, seeking more and more friction.

"Right there, babydoll?" He asked, his voice gruff and low, his finger curling and pushing in and out of that special spot repeatedly, drawing out long, needy moans out of you.

"Yes, fuck! Don't stop, baby. Ooh." You begged through broken up cries. He grinned and wrapped his lips around your twitching clit, sucking on it harshly and making you scream. Usually, he would want you to scream like that and go crazy, but at the moment, you both had company. His best friend kind of company.

"Shh, baby." He hushed. "what'd I tell you?" He questioned, stilling his fingers and pulling back from your core just a bit. You whined at the loss of contact, and he gave your wet pussy a little smack as a warning. You yelped, your eyes opening back up.

"Told 'm to be quiet." You responded, your breath shaky and your words slurred.

"Good fuckin girl." He growled through gritted teeth, putting his mouth back on you--rougher and messier than last time. It did not take long for his finger to find that special spot again. His fingers worked with his mouth In perfect harmony, his tongue flattening against your folds while he shook his head.

You had to muffle your moans by biting the heel of your hand, your thighs trembling around your husband's head out of control, your hips jerking.

God damn, everything felt like heaven. The little scrape and drag of his beard against your flesh as he ate you out only added to the sensations even more. But that was fine, because you preferred him with a fuller beard.

Your mind was so hazy and foggy as he absolutely devoured you, and for a moment, you felt like you wouldn't be able to speak anything until--

"You're growing your beard out." You commented. He hummed against your cunt, not hearing you the first time with the way your thick thighs were squishing his head and blocking his ears.

"Hmm? What was that, babydoll?" He asked, his heavy lidded blue eyes looking up to meet your gaze. You were so fucked-out that you almost forgot that you had even said anything.

"You're--fuck, mm... Growing your.. beard out." You repeated, this time between heavy moans. He grinned.

"Oh yeah? I thought you'd like it." He mumbled against your clit, punctuating his words with little suckles. He looked up at you again, grinning, the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes deepening.

"You wanna come sit up on my face and wet it?" He asked you, nuzzling his lips over your clit with a slight shake of his head. You gasped at his words, an electric shock of lust running straight to your core.

"Wha--"

But it was too late. He was already pulling away from you and sitting down on the bed next to you.

"James--"

"Come on, pretty girl." He said, his tone condescending and almost mocking. "You brought this upon yourself. Now get on." He persisted, laying down on his back, adjusting himself near the headboard. You stammered, shocked, your mind going through so many different emotions.

"But i--"

He cut you off. Again.

"If this is anything about your weight, I don't fucking care. I tell you that everytime." He told you sternly with knitted brows. "Now come sit on my face, baby. Wanna feel your weight all on me."

His strong hands went to your hips, lifting you up gently. You wanted to protest, but your body betrayed you and moved before your mind did. Your knees dug into the silky lavender sheets underneath your bodies--the ones that you personally picked out, of course--and the bed creaked under you softly. Bucky was already moaning before you even lowered your face onto him.

"Mm, that's right, sugar." He moaned, placing his hands on your hips, positioning you onto his face perfectly, before he forced your body down onto his mouth.

"James!" You squeaked, gripping the headboard, feeling it rattle under your moving bodies.

"Shh, baby." He hushed you again, giving your sensitive clit a kiss. "Just let me make you feel good. You need this." He groaned, lapping his tongue around your cunt. You couldn't even protest him. Not with the whimpers leaving your lips and the way your pussy twitched whenever he kissed you too gently or pulled away from you.

Your poor little cunt was just too sensitive at that point. Any slight movement he made sent you down a spiral of primal need. So, you started rocking your hips against his face. This position let you feel the little facial hair on his jaw even better, snd each time it brushed against you, your eyes rolled back snd your thighs clenched around his face.

"James..." You whined his name, the sound going straight to his cock.

"Yeah baby?"

He licked a straight line up your cunt. You gasped.

"Never ever shave your beard, you hear me?" You told him, your voice low and threatening. He chuckled, the vibrations making your pussy ache. You whined.

"Will you cut off my head and feed it to Alpine?" He joked. You huffed.

"Oh I'll do so much more than that." You laughed darkly, driving against him faster and harder despite the very obvious ache in your hips and stomach.

He moaned against your cunt, his grip on your hips growing tighter. He forced you to still for a moment. All so he could suck and kiss your tiny little over-sensitive clit.

And there it was. Your breaking point presented to you on a silver platter.

Your head lulled back and your eyes shots into the back of your head. Your hand went down to tug at his scalp.

"Yes, yes!" You gasped. "Right there, baby--f'me. Mmmah! There. Fuck." You babbled, repeating the same words over and over through broken sobs. Fuck, Bucky had promised himself that he'd be quiet during sex, but he just gave up at that point from how hard he was getting off at your moans.

"Yeah? That's the spot, honey, huh?" He smiled, placing wet, hot, sloppy and open-mouthed kisses in your pretty, pulsating cunt. The tip of his tongue circled around your tiny bud and--just like that, you were gone.

The insides of your pussy convulsed, and your thighs snapped shut around your husbands head as you absolutely fell apart on his tongue. Your poor pussy spamsed violently as you came hard, your cum spurring all over his face wildly.

Bucky could not fight how happy it made him to see you like that, falling apart for him in a fashion as intense as this. He held your body down on his face until he almost suffocated, all so he could drink from the fountain between your legs.

"Fuck baby. So fucking messy." He moaned, closing his eyes, letting a little bit of you drip right into his mouth before he was back on you.

"Just can't help yourself, hmm?" Bucky cooed, lapping up the rest of your juices. You whined, shaking your head, biting your finger and drooling all over it while you helplessly whined at his touch.

When he was done, he gently guided you back down onto the bed next to him.

"Easy, easy." He said sweetly, his touch light and loving as you laid back down on your back. He kissed you deeply once you were settled and comfortable. You didn't realize how sore you were until you were immobile. When his hand drifted back down to your hip, you groaned into his mouth.

"You sore, baby?" He asked, kissing your cheek. You shifted in your seat uncomfortably.

"Yeah." You sighed, hating that aching sensations you were feeling. Your breasts had gone tender and your lower back had that awful pain running through it. But what was there to fear when your husband was there with you.

"I'm sorry. Didn't mean to keep your legs open that long." Bucky chuckled, gently kneading your sore flesh in his hands. You chuckled too.

"That's okay. We really needed that. Plus, I really enjoyed myself." You told him, your eyes sleepily fluttering shut while he random his hands over your sides. Bucky hummed, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"That's good, baby. That's all I need to hear." He said, kissing your belly--which happened to be the best decision he had made that night because right when his lips touched your skin, you both felt a little movement in your belly.

Your eyes shot open. He looked at you shocked. You looked at him shocked.

"Did you feel that?" You asked him. The look on his face was the very obvious answer to your question.

A soft smile spread across his face. He could not believe what he had just see. It was mostly insane for you because you hadn't felt the little one kick in the past two days. Hey here they were, moving against you like it knew their daddy was there and missed him as much as you did.

Bucky looked up at you with a dopey smile.

"Yeah." He said. "We're gonna be parents."

[aventurineswife]

Thinking of something silly:

Reader being one of the “Four Beauties” of the Xianzhou, and some people are malding when they choose to leave and join Dan Heng on the Astral Express.

Some rejected suitor: “All those nobles, all those wealthy merchants, those Preceptors, those Cloud Knights, those authorities in the different commissions — including the Ten-Lords Commission — AND THEY CHOOSE THE CONVICT!?!?!???!” 😭💢💢💢💢💢💢💢

What can Reader, Dan Heng has everything they could ever want and none of the other suitors could ever really give (which is genuine love, affection and quality time)~ 🤭

More Than Titles, More Than Gold

Summary: As one of the "Four Beauties" of Xianzhou, you were once sought after by nobles, merchants, and powerful figures alike. However, you make a shocking choice to leave it all behind and join Dan Heng on the Astral Express. This decision is met with anger and disbelief from the suitors you rejected, who can’t fathom why you would choose a "convict" over them. But to you, Dan Heng offers something none of the others could: genuine love, trust, and quiet companionship. Together, you choose to face the future, free from the expectations of a society that never truly understood you.

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Romance, Angst, Slow Burn, Character Development, Redemption, Self-Discovery, Emotional Healing.

Warnings: Mild language, Mentions of societal pressure and judgment, Implied emotional trauma, Mild angst.

The bustling city of Xianzhou had always been a place of power and elegance, where its most esteemed citizens made up the fabric of society. As one of the Four Beauties, you were accustomed to being the center of attention, admired by the most prestigious nobles, wealthy merchants, and even high-ranking officials. Your presence was desired by many, your beauty envied by all. However, you had made a decision that sent shockwaves through Xianzhou—one that nobody saw coming.

You had chosen to leave it all behind. The luxurious life, the suitors vying for your attention, the endless celebrations in your honor—it all seemed so empty now. You had found something more meaningful aboard the Astral Express, something no riches or titles could offer. You had found Dan Heng.

He was a quiet presence, always calm and composed, his sharp eyes hiding the heavy burdens he carried. But to you, he wasn’t just a guardian of the Astral Express. He was someone who made you feel truly seen, someone who valued your existence beyond the superficial trappings of society. While others saw him as distant, even cold, you saw a depth in him that was impossible to ignore. His past haunted him, but it made him stronger—more human, and more real than any of the glittering suitors that had once sought your hand.

It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate the offers from those who had once courted you with admiration and gifts. You had received them, listened to their words, but none of them ever truly touched your heart. They were all so desperate to possess you, to claim you as a trophy. But Dan Heng, with his quiet strength and humble nature, was the only one who understood that love wasn’t about grand gestures or titles. It was about trust, loyalty, and moments spent in silence, side by side, away from the public eye.

"All those nobles, all those wealthy merchants, those Preceptors, those Cloud Knights, those authorities in the different commissions—including the Ten-Lords Commission—AND THEY CHOOSE THE CONVICT!?!?!???"

The angry voice of one of your rejected suitors echoed through the hall, the words laced with disbelief and frustration. You stood at the threshold of the grand hall, watching as a group of your former admirers fumed in their defeat. They had never imagined that you would leave it all behind, that you would choose someone like Dan Heng. The insult to their pride was evident, their faces red with indignation. The realization had not come easily, and their resentment was palpable.

But you didn’t feel regret. You couldn’t.

You caught Dan Heng's gaze across the room. His expression was unreadable as always, but there was a hint of something softer in his eyes—a silent acknowledgment of your decision. He was not the one who needed approval from the world. He had never cared for titles or riches. His life was not about grandeur; it was about purpose. And you had become a part of that purpose.

As you moved toward him, the whispers grew louder, their scorn following you like a shadow. But none of it mattered. When you reached Dan Heng’s side, you stood silently for a moment, feeling the weight of their words, but also feeling the warmth of his presence beside you.

Dan Heng spoke, his voice calm and steady, as always. "Are you sure you want to go?" His eyes flickered with a hint of concern, though his tone betrayed none of it. "It won't be easy, you know. There will be more who will question your decision."

You smiled softly, meeting his gaze. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

The faintest smile touched his lips, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself to show his vulnerability. "Then I’m glad you’re here," he murmured.

The other suitors’ words continued to ring in your ears, but their venomous bitterness felt far away. You didn’t need the approval of the world to know what was real. Dan Heng offered you something no title or fortune could: love that was genuine, quiet, and true. He didn’t want to control you, to possess you like a prize. He simply wanted to be with you, to share the silence, the moments, the journey together.

And that was everything you needed.

As the murmurs of anger from your past life faded into the distance, you took Dan Heng’s hand, feeling the weight of your decision settle comfortably in your heart. There was no need for grand gestures or declarations. All you needed was this—being with him, in the stillness of the world, where love was not measured by what others could see, but by what you shared in those moments that mattered most.

Together, you would face the future. The past, with all its expectations and judgments, was behind you. And with Dan Heng at your side, you were ready to create something better—a love that was truly your own, free from the expectations of others.

In the end, that was all you had ever wanted.

[extravagantliar]

actually question for the class - what was the worst injury your muse ever went through? how did it change their life and how did they fair in recovery? tangential question, how did it change their relationship with themselves? ( this does not need to be a canonical injury - perhaps there is a point in the journey outside a canonical injury that you consider a serious shift for them, why is that a focal point in your storytelling? What affect does this have later on down they line if the are injured again? )

[fattummyt]

Logan "Wolverine" Howlett (X-Men)/Plus-Size Female Reader - A Good Kind of Trouble 🌶️

Logan was the winner of my fanfic poll by a landslide so enjoy this oldy but goody smut.

Summary: You reconnect and rekindle an old romance with an old flame.

Tags: sexual tension, flirtation, plus size reader, uniform kink, diners, waitress, cunnilingus, oral, car sex, incomplete fic

Warnings: explicit, fowl language, cigarettes, drinking alcohol, mentions of health, pathologizing food

Author's Notes: Raise your hand if you also grew up watching X-Men and never recovered from Hugh Jackman's Wolverine. 🤚🏾As you can tell by the ending, this is unfinished but I figured I'd post what I have so far and finish it later. Y/N = Your name.

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"The only trouble I get is you." He smirked, pressing a cigarette between his lips. "What kind of trouble is that?"

You squeezed into your diner uniform.

Y'all didn't have the mercy of wearing the black bottoms and mustard yellow polos like some restaurant chains. Instead you wore the button down dress uniform of the last "big" girl who worked there.

It was clear in the fit of the dress that she was a bit shorter than you and smaller in the stomach and the bust, but those kinks would be ironed out once your new uniform arrived, your manager said… one month ago.

The gentle roar of a well burned out engine approached and you watched in quiet judgement as the motorcyclist parked, sloppily taking up two spots before leaning the bike on its kickstand.

The tiny bell dinged at the swing of the door opening.

"Logan!" You gasped, giddy spreading through your belly as you rushed through the swinging paddle door behind the counter, lunging straight into his open armed hug.

"It's been a while." He muttered, arms heavy as he hugged briefly around your shoulders.

"What're you doing here?" You asked.

"What's it look like? I came to eat." He pulled back for a moment, glancing up and down the borderline skimpy uniform dress they had you wearing.

His arched brows and questioning expression said it all.

"It's only part time. Til' I can save up for a place. That's all."

His eyes scanned the diner, no customers unless you count the few gnats that found their way in.

"Men don't give you no trouble here, do they?"

You shook your head, "We got a couple regulars from the butch biker club down the way that treat me real nice. They walk me to my car on the late shifts. And do some bouncing around here, too."

He nodded, convinced.

"Ladies aren't giving you no trouble either, huh?"

"The only trouble I get is you."

He smirked, pressing a cigarette between his lips.

"What kind of trouble is that?"

Your manager stepped from behind the counter, and you bit back your witty response in exchange for a brief smirk.

"Y/N, set the tables for me while I help this man, would ya?"

"Sure thing, Johnny." You squirmed away, Logan's eyes following the hem of your dress as you busied yourself, loading the tables with seasonings and condiments.

Logan turned to face the man, sensing a bit of animosity.

"Y'all serve beer in the AM here?"

Johnny gave the place a once over, whispering. "As long as you're not a cop."

"Gimme whatever pale ale you got."

He nodded, turning through the panel doors into the kitchen. Logan caught your subtle glance across the room, finding himself a seat at the counter.

Your manager returned sliding a sweaty bottle down the counter. "Cheers."

Logan stopped it with his hand, raising his brow as he examined the bottle.

"All we have is stout." Johnny answered.

The two stared each other down briefly before you wedged yourself between, sliding Logan a menu.

"Can I interest you in our special this morning, sir?"

Logan slid the menu back. "Gimme whatever you think's good."

"Well are you allergic to a--." "Y/N." Your manager interrupted, irritation in his voice. "Go get cookin."

You glanced nervously between the two men as you took the menu back, rushing into the kitchen.

"I won't have you bothering my female staff, sir. If you're looking for companionship, I suggest you check out the gentleman's club a couple miles north of here. Seems more your scene."

Logan blinked to the swinging doors, then back to him, a snide look on his face.

"Understand me? Or I'll call the cops and get your clunker out there towed.”

Logan exhaled smoke through his nostrils, holding his grimace until Johnny backed down, leaving and joining you in the back where you were plating a couple pieces of bacon.

"Y/N." Your manager spoke. "You come find me if he starts giving you problems, okay?"

"Don't worry, Johnny. That's just my friend. Logan." You chuckled as you switched spots and he took over manning the stove.

"Your friend makes my ass itch." He called out as you stepped through the door.

Logan, having overhead him, greeted you with a scowl you knew all too well.

"He didn't grill you too hard did he?" You asked.

"Still in one piece ain't he?"

You giggled and slid him a small plate of bacon, drawing him out of his newly soured mood.

"You gonna be here long?"

"No. Just another 15. My coworker had a late shift at the club."

"So no plans, then?"

You leaned over the counter, grabbing a piece of bacon from his plate, your cleavage peeking over the low buttoned collar of your uniform.

"Why? You wanna get me in some more trouble?"

"Only a good kind of trouble."

You smirked as he raised a piece of bacon to his lips before dropping it to the plate.

"Thought you could trick me into eating turkey bacon, huh, missy?"

You sighed, "Logan, you're either drinking and smoking everytime I see you. I just wanted to give you something healthier."

His eyes trickled down to your cleavage then back to your eyes before he reluctantly took a bite, followed by a sip of beer.

"Feeling healthier already." He smirked as you rested your head on your hand, pulling the bottle from his hand in favor of downing the rest of the bottle yourself. Defiantly setting it on the counter.

Were it not for the burp that followed, Logan might've kissed the beer off those lips.

… Let's be real, he'd still kiss you.

"Now you're much healthier."

Now with a some alcohol in your system, you felt no hesitation in uttering your next words.

"Take me for a ride on your bike."

"Hell no." He scoffed, chewing down another piece of bacon. "You hear that thing? Piece of shit barely took me here."

"Not even to take me home?" You asked coyly.

You both sat still for a moment eyeing each other as he mulled over that well dressed invitation in his head, your eyes flickered to his keys again. 

As soon as you slapped your hand over them he grabbed your hand, his grip strong and true.

"Gotta work on your poker face."

His palm was warm as it lingered there a moment, suddenly recoiling as the kitchen doors swung open.

"Order up." Your manager called over, setting a shroom and Swiss cheese omelet to the counter in front of Logan.

He eyed you both snidely before continuing. "Can I get you a refill on your uh, drink?"

"I'd like the food to go, if it ain't too much trouble." Logan reached into his back pocket, pulling out a wad of cash and tossing it on the counter. "The drink too."

Logan glanced over to see your disapproving expression.

Johnny slapped his hands over the large bills, sneaking them into his apron pocket faster than you could grab Logan's keys.

"Not a problem."

You reached into your breast pocket, tossing the unsuspecting Logan a ring of keys-- which he caught effortlessly. As expected.

"It's the silver SUV out front. Leave that fixer-upper here."

He didn't speak, but his eyebrow quirk said it all.

He, admittedly, didn't quite know what to do with the thing you just handed him.

There was no key on the damn thing. It's just buttons. He glanced anxiously to the front where a car behind him pulled up and in walked another woman, your coworker probably.

He eyed the fob and pressed the horn button by mistake, almost sending his breakfast falling to the ground.

You walked outside to see Logan sitting in the passenger side seat of your car.

How respectful of him to not assume he was driving. Somebody's trained him well.

"No radio?" You smiled, plopping into the drivers side seat beside him.

His eyes followed the steadily rising hem of your dress as you shifted in your seat.

"Couldn't figure out the damn thing."

You pressed the ignition button, starting a quiet rumble in the car and he blinked dumbly at you.

"Somebody was hungry." You chuckled, glancing at the empty food containers scattered across your dashboard.

"Had to make room in the back."

You held his gaze for a moment, a knowing smirk rising on your lips.

"Where to?"

Your destination was a small piece of brush and trees that made the perfect spot to tuck your car in the shade.

Once there, he promptly unbuckled his seat belt and tugged off his leather jacket, revealing his sculpted hairy arms and a tattered gray wife beater.

His hand slid beneath your dress, tugging your panties down your legs.

Teal. His new favorite color.

"Can I at least change out of my uniform first?"

"Leave it on."

His fingers brushed over your pussy and he swore he'd never felt anything more pleasant.

Logan wasn't a huge fan of cars. He liked the open air that bikes provided and the sounds of nature behind a booming engine, but your moans had good acoustics in the large car, particularly with the middle row of seats lowered and his face pressed between your thighs.

Your hands clutched lovingly in his hair as his lips on your clit drew unsteady breaths from you.

Strong hands held your legs steady as they trembled with the adrenaline of your upcoming climax.

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[plaidos]

hi! I 100% understand your post on how both Caliborn and Calliope are trans, and I’m not sure if what I’m about to say is smth you specifically headcanon since I’m not super familiar with your blog, but what do you think of ppl calling specific trolls trans? Like Kanaya/Vriska. if we are to understand all trolls share the same set of genitals, then aren’t all trolls sort of trans for choosing to present/become a certain gender? where and how are they assigned a gender at grubhood if they’re raised by lusii and mass made propaganda? do they have a female/male tag when approved by the mother grub jadeblood assistants? I genuinely thought it was a personal free for all instead of a 1:1 human mirror of cissexist society

so first of all, quick correction -- Vriska is canonically trans, that's not a headcanon -- it comes up in both Pesterquest & Homestuck: Beyond Canon so i'm assuming that tidbit is here to stay: Vriska is trans.

but speaking of headcanons, i think you're making a lot of assumptions about Alternian culture & troll biology here. first of all, your basic assumption -- that all trolls share the same set of genitals -- isn't canon; we actually know only a very small amount about troll genitalia (that they don't have two dicks [Meat 12] and that trolls & humans seem to be able to have sex without much effort [Meat 31, among other places in the Epilogues])

secondarily, transness isnt based on "choosing a gender identity" -- inarguably, cis people are also choosing to keep performing their gender presentations & identities; the gender roles that cis people on earth engage in aren't like... innate to their physicality.

similarly, even if somebody on Earth is born in a forest and nobody is around to say "it's a boy" that doesn't mean that baby is without an assigned gender -- because it still lives & grows up in a world where a particular set of traits is categorised as male, and another is categorised as female. imo, there's no reason to expect troll culture to work differently; we know that to some degree trolls are sexually dimorphic because, according to the posters in Karkat's hive, or the cover to his trashy romance novel, cis male trolls generally have flat chests & cis female trolls generally have breasts, much like humans [HS 4712]

(ok this is kind of a bad example because those boys have mega titties and you can't really see the girls. but there are other examples. trust. i just wanted to include the trashy romance cover.)

furthermore, according to Porrim in Openbound [HS 5263], alternia has a patriarchy despite having an empress (much like another empire y'all might be familiar with...) with different layers of the caste having different percentage demographic of "male" and "female" trolls; Porrim specifially points out that the legislative castes & other highbloods are male-dominated -- and to be fair, that totally lines up with the canon we see. between Terezi and Feferi's positions on the haemospectrum we only have one girl, and she's trans!

i also think -- though this is conjecture -- that a lot of the facets of troll biology that we see were not evolved traditionally but genetically modified into the population by the empire -- we already know that they used to have more blood colors, and that there are examples of blood colors uncategorised by their caste system [HS 4962]

plus, even Dirk mentions that the Empress tried to modify human children to have different blood colors to recreate her Alternian haemospectrum. [HS 4850]

i don't think it's a stretch to say that the haemospectrum, trolls' reproductive system & their symbiotic relationship to alternian fauna could very well be imposed onto the species by the Empire (perhaps even before HIC's time) rather than evolved the old-fashioned way. the fact that trolls are able to even have sex & have desire to do it similar to humans (again -- proven & reiterated time and time again by the Epilogues) suggests that there may be still some (perhaps vestigial) analogue way for trolls to reproduce or at least perform the physical motions of reproduction (which i believe the kids these days call "fuckin")

beyond that, bonus lore from Andrew (YMMV on its canonicity) suggests that Sollux's lusus was more accepting of a trans child than Eridan's, which ended up shaping Eridan's distaste & jealousy of him. also, at least in Beyond Canon, we get mentions of Old Aternian "schoolhives" [HSBC 75] which would imply some kind of formalised education -- the perfect place to disseminate cultural gender propaganda!

and to answer your question "where and how are they assigned a gender at grubhood if they’re raised by lusii and mass made propaganda" -- well, presumably the brooding caverns (which are manned -- or trolled? -- by teenagers) is where they're assigned their gender, but i don't know what you mean about the propaganda -- propaganda makes this sort of thing easier. a good deal of the beliefs about gender on OUR planet are soley reinforced by state propaganda! surely Alternia's regime would make that easier instead of harder. we get various mentions of information dropped in by drones, too, so i'll bet all of that was super reinforcing of cisgender society.

you're right that Alternia is kind of a "free for all" and isn't a direct 1:1 mirror of human society... but it very much is meant to be a reflection of human society!! all of the stuff about Alternian children being raised into a violent, colonialist culture with rigid views about reproduction , relationships & sexuality -- that was always supposed to be a reflection of the violent nuances humans raise THEIR children with. lots of the troll stuff in Homestuck is meant to be a massive deconstruction of the idea that Earth & Alternia are all that different. Trolls aren't "biologically predisposed" to polyamory or quadrants any more than humans are "biologically predisposed" to be a homosexual :B -- they're culturally coerced to.

great question though.

[acknowledge-reigns]

Reign | Roman Reigns x Black!Fem OC | 18+! | Royalty AU

Description: Prince Roman has to marry in order to take his rightful place on the throne.

Chapter: 1/5

Face Claim: Megan Thee Stallion

Warnings: Mentions death of a parent.

Word count: 1,295

This is a historical romance fanfiction. As such some characters featured have their real names and some have their kayfabe ones. Example being Jey is Joshua because that fits with the time period and tone of the story better. Jimmy is Jonathan, Drew is referred to as Andrew. Whereas Roman, Solo, Naomi and many others mentioned keep their kayfabe names because I feel they can work anyways. This is regency era. Think Bridgerton. That along with the "Bridal Discipline" series of erotic novels by one of my favorite authors Golden Angel is the inspo behind this one.

As always my stories are NOT about real people and does not reflect their character. While there is no smut in the first chapter of two, This is very much an 18+ BDSM based romance. If kink content isn't for you, please scroll. You have been warned.

My masterlist can be found here.

👑 Tag list: @lov3rla03 @reignseclipse @acute-crashout-jeyuso

Roman sighs heavily as he reads the will, his fingers tracing the elegant script. The weight of his royal responsibilities feels heavier than ever.

Paul clears his throat delicately. "Your Highness, I've already prepared a list of eligible ladies from across the kingdom. The season's opening ball next week will be the perfect opportunity to meet them."

Roman's eyes narrow at the mention of the ball. He vividly remembers his father's lavish events, where political machinations and court gossip always swirled.

"Must I really parade myself like some prize horse?" he mutters under his breath. "Fine, prepare everything. But I want no interference in my choices."

Paul nods, already mentally preparing the guest list. "Of course, Your Highness. Though some noble families may try to meddle, their influence is nothing compared to the future king's decision."

Roman's father's will clearly states that he must marry within three months of his father's passing, or the crown will pass to one of his cousins whom had already taken a wife instead.

The terms are firm: 'My beloved son Roman, though I've prepared you for the throne, it is not yet your time. Your coronation cannot occur until you are wed. Choose wisely, my son - your queen must be strong, kind, and above all, loyal to the kingdom and our bloodline. - Your Father, King Sika of The Kingdom Of Leava.'

Roman clenches his jaw, understanding the weight of these words. His advisor and long time friend of the royal family Paul had told him time and time again.

Roman paces the room, his mind racing with thoughts. He knows there are plenty of beautiful noblewomen who would eagerly throw themselves at a chance to be queen, but none of them seem worthy.

Paul notices his restlessness. "Perhaps a visit to the royal gardens might help clear your mind, Your Highness? There's no rush - we have weeks to find the perfect candidate."

Roman reluctantly agrees to the suggestion, though his mood remains dark. The weight of his future seems heavier with each passing moment.

As he walks through the lush gardens, memories of his childhood play out - running through these same paths with his brother, sisters and many cousins. Matt would know what to do in this situation he thought to himself. He had been the heir. Had been.

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Ana Hill arrives at the palace gates, her worn clothes and travel-worn shoes contrasting sharply with the elegant palace. She nervously clutches a small bag containing her meager belongings.

The guard looks at her papers with skepticism but eventually waves her through. The palace kitchen staff welcomes her with curiosity, though some look at her unrefined appearance with disdain.

"You must be Ms. Georgiana Hill," says the head cook, Mrs. Smith, eyeing her from head to toe. "I hope you're a quick learner. The royal banquet is in three days."

Ana nods determinedly, though her hands tremble slightly. She's been cooking for her family since she was young, but never anything so grand as a royal banquet.

"I'll do my best, Mrs. Smith," she says quietly.

The head cook gives her a stern look. "See that you do. I'm not one for repeating myself."

Another servant whispers to her as she walks by, "The Prince has been difficult since his father's passing. Watch yourself around him." Ana just nods, too focused on her task to fully absorb the warning.

Days pass as Ana throws herself into her work, learning the palace's intricate kitchen system. Her dedication and skill quickly become apparent, and she rises through the ranks.

The staff talks about the upcoming royal ball, especially the Prince's search for a bride. Some wonder if he'll even find someone suitable among the noblewomen, while others gossip about his cold demeanor.

"Poor man," one kitchen maid whispers to Ana. "Burdened with such responsibility. And now he must marry a stranger..." Ana just listens silently, focusing on kneading dough.

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The moonlight streams through palace windows as Ana wanders the quiet corridors. She's never been allowed to explore this far before or seen anything beyond the servants quarters. The sound of her footsteps echoes against the marble floors. Her curiosity grows as she passes by grand rooms and magnificent paintings.

Ana gasps as she hears footsteps approaching from behind. Her heart pounds in her chest as she spins around, only to see Prince Roman standing there.

The expensive vase she accidentally bumped into wobbles precariously before crashing to the floor. Shards scatter everywhere as Ana stares at the broken pieces in horror, knowing that the replacement cost would easily cover months of her family's expenses.

"I'm so sorry, Your Highness!" she stammers, dropping to her knees to try and clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to-"

Roman's eyes sweep over Ana, taking in her disheveled appearance and fearful expression. Despite her clearly servant status, there's something different about her that intrigues him.

He moves closer, kneeling down to help her with the broken pieces. "It's alright," he says softly, his voice gentle. "Accidents happen."

Ana's hands shake as she works, careful not to cut herself on the shards. "The cost of this... I can't afford it. My family needs-" she stops herself abruptly, realizing she's speaking too freely in front of the Prince.

Roman notices her distress and helps her stand up. He's struck by her vulnerability and the determined set of her jaw, even as she tries to hide it.

"Tell me what troubles you," he says, his voice commanding yet surprisingly gentle. "And we'll discuss this vase later."

Ana hesitates, unsure if she should burden the Prince with her family's problems. But something about his presence makes her want to trust him.

"My father... he passed away recently. My mother is ill. I have to ensure she and my little sister are taken care of." Ana expresses.

Roman's expression softens with understanding. He recognizes the weight of responsibility she carries, similar to his own burden as future king.

"How old is your sister?" he asks, his voice quiet. "And what of your mother's illness - is there a doctor treating her?"

Ana looks down, her voice trembling. "My sister is just ten and six years of age. Mother has been sick since last winter - the doctor says she needs special medicine, but it's expensive."

She glances at the broken vase, then back at Roman. "I work two jobs to pay for her medicine, but even then, it's not enough. This vase... it would pay for several months' worth of her treatment.."

Roman considers her situation for a moment, then makes an unexpected proposal. "I can help with your family's expenses. But I have a condition."

Ana's eyes widen in surprise and hope. "Anything, Your Highness," she whispers. "Name it."

Roman straightens his posture, his voice taking on a more formal tone. "Ms. Georgiana, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Ana's mouth drops open in shock, her heart racing. She never imagined such a proposal from the Prince, let alone one made in the palace corridor while she's still in her servant's uniform.

"Your Highness, I... I'm just a kitchen maid," she says, trying to process the gravity of his offer. "Surely there are more suitable-"

Roman steps closer, his eyes fixed intently on hers. "You're different from the others. I see it in your strength and determination. Your family's needs are mine now too."

He gently takes her hands in his. "We could help each other - you need the money, and I need a partner who truly understands the people. Who understands...me."

Ana's heart pounds in her chest as she searches his face for any sign of deception. What he's offering is beyond her wildest dreams - but can she trust this man she barely knows?

Next chapter

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Characters and Face claims:

Georgiana "Ana" Hill - Megan Thee Stallion

Violetta Hill - Coco Jones

Mary Anne Hill - Loretta Devine

Lady Abigail - Dove Cameron

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Extra Lore and fun facts you should know (may add more later! Feel free to ask questions):

The kingdom is called Leava, which means "Strong Bloodline".

The capital city of Leava is called Rilevanza, which translates to Relevancy in Italian. A play on the island of relevancy.

Georgiana is from a small village called Akua made up primarily of poor fishermen. Akua means water.

If you've seen Bridgerton, you know Lady Whistledown. We have our own version of that in this story in Lady Mystique 😉

[azaleasallalong]

introducing my new project: The Do-Over!

Rating: E

words: 10k (so far)

chapters: 4/?

warnings: mentions of child abuse, nsfw (MINORS DNI),

tags: alternate universe: no magic, best friends to enemies to lovers, second chance romance (kinda), rio runs a home design/remodeling business, gnc rio, agatha is younger, and they were roommates!

premis: agatha just got evicted and wants to remodel her mother's old house so she can sell it. her neighbor, lilia, reminds her about their favorite reality show; Restoration Rehabilitation, and then they hatch a plan to lie to the producers about her intentions in order to bring the house's market value up. the one problem? she's being paired up with the one contractor in the world who knows that agatha harkness fucking hates her mom. how will rio react to her old friend's lie? will agatha be able to keep up the charade for the entire duration of filming? what happened that split them up all those years ago anyway?

[kissboybyler]

let’s play a question game because i’m tired and i like talking about myself + i’m curious about you’re guys’ answers

Rules: State 2 of your red flags, 2 green flags, 3 things you look for in a partner / life companion and make a collage of 6-8 pictures about what intimacy and love look like to you <3

EDIT: forgot to mention that this can be applied to both romantic and platonic relationships. Not everything is about romance.

i’ll go first

2 Red flags

1) High standards / Loses interest really fast. In general, i tend to get overly excited at first when i meet someone and im very eager to get to know them, but the moment i sense something not clicking i shut them off and distance myself. I’m nervous about being disappointed and slightly scared of intimacy. I mostly need to feel understood, like on a philosophical and psychic level (i feel like a goddamn book character, sue me) so if that isn’t the case, i’m not interested.

2) Overthinker / minimal self-confidence. I’m pretty insecure and feel like everybody hates me so it’s pretty difficult for someone to convince me that they genuinely like me as a person and they’re not in fact disgusted by me (trauma babe <3). I also tend to over-explain things and i get too into my head, being suspicious of everything and everyone. I also apologise like- a lot. Must be tiresome.

2 Green flags

1) Emotional intelligence. I feel like one of my best qualities is my ability to listen and at least try to understand other people. I’m very considerate and i always confirm my love for my beloved ones via poetry, art, physical touch and words of affirmation. I’m also a very sensitive person so i don’t judge and try my best not to make others uncomfortable.

2)Always has something to say. Yep, im a yapper and a nerd to the bone. I have plenty of interests and i’m a very curious person who always looks for meaning in things. Im also very animated when i speak, which may be annoying to some, but it’s certainly entertaining, for better or for worse.

3 things i look for in a partner

1) Communication skills. I feel like communication is the basis of a healthy relationship, without which there can’t be trust, sincerity and depth. Someone who’s willing to reach out, to talk things through and not give up immediately, to express their love, fears, dreams, things i could do on my part to strengthen our bond. Someone who makes their boundaries clear and asks whenever they are uncertain about things.

2) Intelligence / Interests. To be clear, by intelligence i do not mean “ Straight A’s, PhD, successful, NASA FUCKING APPROVED”. Nope. I mean in general, someone who thinks for themselves and has opinions, someone with interests and passions, real passions that give meaning to their life. Someone with a high EQ (emotional intelligence) because i could never be with someone emotionally unavailable.

3) A strong ethical compass. Someone who stands up for what’s right and whose ethical values align with mine. Someone brave and outspoken, who doesn’t tolerate bigotry, insensitivity, ignorance. Someone kind and gentle.

What is intimacy?

No pressure tags <3 @robintheoriedbyler @bylerfiles @justwhenbluemeetsyellow @miwihearts @miwiromantics @yourlocalbadgerscales @star-41306 @nommereranger @somewiseoutthere + anyone who’d like to join

[azriona]

Every time I see this come up, I remember @mrv3000's tags about the kid finding their mom's Drarry AU. I love seeing that pop up on my dash every now and then. :)

ANYWAY.

I have a 15yo and a 10yo. Both know I write, both are aware I write romance, but I don't think either realize that some of that romance is fanfic. I haven't deliberately kept it from them, but they haven't shown much interest in reading what I write (probably because kissing = ew).

If they ask, I'll tell them. I have no idea if I'd give them my pen name, but honestly, I wouldn't be too hard to find b/c it's the same as my email address. (I'm amazed more people haven't clued in, honestly.) Frankly I think they'd be so horrified they'd never mention it again.

And if they're not... I'll happily use it as a lesson on perseverance and try-try-again and look-what-you-can-achieve-when-you-work-at-something. Which will also be enough to horrify them and they'll never bring it up again. Either way, I win. 😁

I’m so curious. Do your kids know you write fanfic? I’m still not over the fact you have full blown kids dude

My kids know I write fanfic! I'm not exactly sure how I'm gonna navigate it if they ever ask for more specifics, honestly. Like, imagine finding out your mom writes smut? I am a complete adult and I STILL wouldn't want to know that about my mom.

[aventurineswife]

*clears throat* Ahem…

…Mydei with Helen of Sparta!Reader.

That is all…

Where the Winds Converge

Summary: In the mist-covered ruins of Castrum Kremnos, the Undying prince, Mydei, and the Spartan warrior, you, cross paths amid the chaos of battle. Both burdened by their pasts and bound by fate, they find an unexpected connection as they bond over their shared struggle for honor, purpose, and understanding. As warriors caught in a brutal world, they discover solace in each other’s presence, where fleeting moments of peace emerge in the heart of a storm.

Tags: Mydei x Reader, Romance, Character Development, Helen of Sparta based Reader (?), Complex Emotions, Unspoken Connection, Post-Battle Reflection.

Warnings: Mentions of past trauma, Mentions of war and death, Intense emotional themes, Brief violence, Some existential themes on fate and destiny.

A/N: idk much about Greek mythology so apologies 🙏

Thank you for beta-reading this @sundaysconsort!

The mists of Castrum Kremnos hung heavy in the air, their tendrils wrapping around the towering ruins of the once-great city. The sky, a turbulent blend of storm clouds and fading light, mirrored the chaos that had consumed this land. Among the shadows, Mydei stood, his gaze piercing the horizon, his body as still as the mountains he called home.

You had heard the tales of Mydeimos, the Undying prince. The one who could not die, no matter the odds. A warrior whose very name struck fear into the hearts of those who had witnessed his fury. Yet, behind his cold exterior, you sensed something different—something raw, a soul burdened by his past.

You had been sent to this forsaken place on a mission of your own, but fate had drawn you to the same battlefield, where honor and vengeance intertwined. As the child of Sparta, your legacy was one of strength and pride, though it often weighed heavily on your heart. You were no stranger to battle, but there was something about Mydei that intrigued you—something that stirred both admiration and curiosity.

The wind howled as you approached him, your footsteps soft on the uneven ground. He turned to face you, his expression unreadable, though his eyes seemed to soften just slightly at the sight of you.

“Spartan warrior, what brings you to this forsaken land?” he asked, his voice deep and resonant, like the rumble of distant thunder.

You smiled faintly, adjusting the weight of your weapon, feeling the familiar comfort of its grip. “I was sent to aid in the fight against the Titans,” you said, your tone steady, though the weight of his gaze was not lost on you. “And perhaps… to seek a kindred spirit among the chaos.”

His lips twitched ever so slightly, a small, fleeting smile that barely reached his eyes. “A kindred spirit?” he repeated, almost as if testing the words. “In this world of endless bloodshed, you would see me as such?”

You nodded, stepping closer, your heart beating faster with each step. “I’ve heard the stories. The Undying warrior, a prince without a throne. The one who endures when all others fall. But I see the man beneath the legend, Mydei. I see the weight you carry.”

He was silent for a long moment, his eyes scanning the land before settling on you once more. “I carry much more than you realize,” he said, his voice low. “But what is it you seek, Spartan? The gods have cursed us both. We are bound by our fate, yet still, we fight.”

You took a step forward, placing your hand gently on the hilt of your sword, though your gaze never wavered from his. “I fight for more than just victory. I fight for honor, for peace, for the ones who have suffered. And perhaps… I fight for understanding. To find a reason in this madness.”

Mydei's expression softened ever so slightly, the hardness in his eyes dulling just a fraction. He stepped closer, the weight of his presence almost overwhelming as he looked down at you. “And what would you understand, [Name]?”

His use of your name sent a strange thrill through your chest, but you did not falter. “I understand the burden of destiny. I know what it is to have the eyes of the world upon you, to feel the weight of a prophecy, a crown, or a legacy that never truly belonged to you.”

The air between you crackled with an unspoken tension, a silent understanding passing between two warriors who had seen too much of the battlefield to remain unscarred. Mydei’s hand twitched at his side, as if fighting an urge to reach out to you, but instead, he merely clenched it into a fist.

“The gods do not care for us,” he said, his voice tinged with bitterness. “They see us as tools to be used, pawns in their endless game of fate. We are cursed to fight, cursed to die, and yet… I am the one who endures.”

“And that is why I admire you,” you replied softly. “Not because you cannot die, but because you continue to fight, even when there is no clear victory. Because you carry on, despite everything.”

His eyes softened at your words, the raw intensity that often consumed him shifting into something gentler. “And you, Spartan… Do you believe you can change your fate?”

You hesitated, your thoughts swirling with the weight of your own burdens. “Perhaps not. But I will not bow to it.”

A silence fell between you, thick with the unspoken words of two souls who understood the cost of their existence. Then, as if in answer to the storm inside both of you, Mydei stepped closer, his presence overwhelming yet oddly comforting.

“You are like the storm,” he said, his voice a mere whisper now, “unpredictable and fierce, yet never without purpose.”

“And you,” you replied, “are the one who stands against it.”

In that moment, the distance between you seemed to vanish, and for a brief second, the weight of the world faded away. You saw not just the prince of Kremnos, but the man beneath—the one who had endured more pain than anyone should have to bear. And in his eyes, you saw the same unyielding fire that burned within you.

With a soft sigh, Mydei reached out, his hand brushing against yours. The contact was brief, but it was enough. Neither of you spoke, but in that touch, something passed between you—an unspoken understanding, a promise that, no matter the outcome of the battles ahead, you would not fight alone.

As the two of you stood together, the storm clouds above seemed to part just slightly, a ray of light breaking through the darkness. And for the first time in a long while, both Mydei and you found a fleeting sense of peace in the storm.

[kumasakka]

a little reminder because no one talks ENOUGH about this matter. writing about dark romance, incest, minors having literally sex, intense stalker shit, rape etc. is actuall very concerning. that’s (I’m sorry) fucked up. and in my opinion, that’s something that shouldn’t even get supported AND DEF NOT PUBLISHED HERE OR ELSEWHERE.

“I do not support this—“ then don’t write this and keep ur nasty, freaky fantasies for yourself.

“don’t like, don’t read—“ bro no. this is just fucked up. you shouldn’t let those things slide. to me, it just seems like you’re defending this stuff.

“oh but—“ NO. GET HELP, I’M SORRY. BUT THIS IS NOT OKAY.

especially something like rape. bro. do you realize how many people experience something horrible like this? this isn’t something you should fantasise about. it’s absolutely disgusting and terrifying, no one should experience this and no one should wish for smth like this. imagine being a victim and then reading comments about “oh how I wish to get raped by that character/that person”.

absolutely hate it when writers make some mistakes and it’s like — a trivial matter — but I still see some people writing hate comments. as if making mistakes aren’t normal? shove up those disrespectful, rude comments into your mouth please and thank you. this is what I would call “don’t like, don’t read” if you don’t like the story then don’t read it. go hate on things like dark romance or incest or IDK.

edited: I would like to apologize on my part for being insightful towards those people who use it to cope with their trauma. I’m sorry! stay safe and strong please ❤️

again: I won’t answer any asks anymore or anything because I’m tired of people telling me the same thing. like — I understand that one half of the people who disagree with me because they are explaining their point of view properly, but I will NOT understand the other half who don’t explain it properly enough. I guess that’s on me though.

[theboredhooman]

yaoi? in MY yuri game??

[z0mbiiex3]

this reference was enough to send me to my grave LMFAOO

[gifts-of-isis]

East Blue 5 Polycule HC!!

OK so I LOVE all the HCs about zoro giving his earrings to people he dates, and it works fine up to him dating 3 people, but what about our favorite OT5?? Some one's always going to be left out!

But fear not I have found a solution!

We know that Sanji likes to wear rings but never on his ring finger from the color spreads (and maybe one of the sbs corners? idr)

So, Nami, Usopp, and Luffy each get an earring and they go find a ring that's the exact same shade of gold or even melt down the earrings to get enough gold to make a ring and then recast the earrings slightly shorter and/or thinner

Sanji would of course have one of these things:

So he can easily keep it close while he cooks

And maybe Zoro would too bc I like to think that Zoro replaces his earrings with an earring that represents whoever he gave the earring to (if you have any ideas for what those earrings might look like I'd love to chat) so he could get a ring that matches Sanji's and wear it like that

Thoughts?

[lunarharp]

more phoenix wright situations