#➺ ⋮ MARVEL / TOO STRONG TO SUCCUMB.

[runninriot]

written for @subeddieweek

complete fic posted on ao3

Sweet Thing

rated: E | tags: Client Eddie Munson, Pro Dom Steve Harrington, restraints, sensation play (nipple clamps, pinwheel), 18+ content | snippet, complete fic and tag list on ao3

He shouldn’t have favourites. Shouldn’t feel drawn more to one than to others. They’re all equal, all deserve the best (worst) treatment. It’s a job, a very unusual one but a job nonetheless. He’s here to serve, to execute what he’s being paid for – to make secret fantasies come true and not to succumb to his own.

But ever since the curly haired angel stepped foot into his dungeon some months ago, Steve found it hard to keep it strictly professional.

There is something about that man, Eddie, that messes with Steve’s head in a way he can’t really explain.

He’s good-looking, with dark ink scattered all over his pale skin. Slender but with defined muscles in his shoulders and arms. Has strong thighs, an ass that looks much too biteable, and he has these big, round puppy dog eyes that are especially pretty when they’re red-rimmed and teary.

Eddie is really something to look at and maybe that is why Steve is so hung up on him.

Thankfully, he’s good at pretending.

Can hide the fact that – although not in a physical sense – each session with him is as fulfilling for Steve as it is for the beautiful man currently splayed out on top of the latex sheets.

It’s a real treat to watch him writhe and shiver, his muscles tense from the enormous effort it takes for Eddie to try to hold still.

He fails miserably, can’t keep his arms and legs from instinctively tugging at the restraints keeping him bound to the bed.

Steve leans in close to Eddie’s ear, lips purposely grazing the shell to let the vibration of his voice tickle his skin.

   “Didn’t I tell you not to move?”

   “Y-yes. ‘M sorry.”

Eddie strains his neck, obviously trying to bring some distance between himself and Steve’s mouth but he can’t get far.

   “Y-yes,” Steve mocks him as he repeats Eddie’s stuttering response. “Yes what? Think you forgot something there, sweet thing. Do I have to remind you of the rules?”

Steve grabs him by his throat, the press of his fingers tight enough to force a desperate gasp out of him.

With his other hand, he tightens the clamp on Eddie’s left nipple, turns the screw once, twice until a pathetic little whimper leaves Eddie’s shiny, parted lips.

   “Yes, Sir! I’m sorry, Sir. I- please, it hurts.”

    Good, Steve laughs to himself, satisfied with the way Eddie already has this trembling in his voice like he’s close to crying. And isn’t that a beautiful thought. Eddie is always so pretty when he cries.

   “You gonna behave now and stay still?”

Steve takes a moment to marvel at the view he’s presented with.

Eddie’s eyes are wet, a sheer layer of unshed tears glistening in the dim light of the candles shining down on them from the sideboard to their left.

He is tied down, arms and legs forming an x-shape where he’s spread out like a human sacrifice at the altar. His whole body is a gorgeous work of art. Not only because of the tattoos adorning his skin that is beautifully flushed from his face down to his chest.

His pinched nipples are bright pink from the clamps biting harshly into the sensitive buds.

The picture is perfected by the sight of Eddie’s hard cock straining against his stomach, so desperate to be touched.

Not yet, though. Eddie is Steve’s to play with for a little while longer, is his to be used. And he will drag this out for as long as he can, won’t give Eddie the satisfaction of relief until he is satisfied with his own work.

Steve reaches over to the sideboard, grabs the Wartenberg wheel that’s been waiting there patiently to come into action.

Eddie is a sucker for sensation play. He is so sensitive, reacts so wonderfully to any prickling, stinging, thudding feeling afflicted on his body. Whether it’s with the light, tickling touch of a feather or the quick, sharp burn of hot wax drizzling over his body; he’s so easy to please.

Steve starts on his left, presses the pinwheel against his skin, and lets it roll from his shackled ankle up over his calf. Eddie squirms and whines furiously when the prickling sensation reaches the back of his knee and not for the first time, Steve is glad not to be on the receiving end of things. Eddie’s trembling and twisting gets worse, the further Steve rolls the wheel up the inside of his thigh, playing with the degree of pressure he uses to prick Eddie’s sensitive skin.

He repeats the procedure on Eddie’s right, watches his skin break out in goose bumps while his cock twitches hard at the overwhelming sensation that’s crossing the line between slight discomfort and actual pain - just what Eddie wants.

Eddie gives up on trying to get away, finally accepting that he’s going nowhere. He’s entirely at Steve’s mercy, who keeps going, ruthlessly dragging the pinwheel across the underside of his arms and down his sides, spurred on by Eddie’s pathetic moans.

   “Please, Sir! ‘S too much!” He begs as if that could convince Steve to end his teasing torture.

Eddie knows what to do if he wants him to stop. And Steve knows what Eddie can take.

He always gets so whiny when Steve treats him right. He’s a dream to play with. So easily breakable, so willing to give up control and let Steve take him apart in whichever way he pleases.

So beautiful when he slowly loses his mind, pushed closer and closer to the edge until he’s free falling.

The only problem is that Steve has a hard time not to lose himself.

[wholegrainvore]

heres a silly valentin drabble

By the time the dusty old house was cleared, Valentin had crammed eight gnomes, six fairies, and a fluffy down his gullet. The fluffy was a pleasant dessert to his hunt; the small creatures were always so tasty and docile, and this one barely struggled at all as he gulped it down greedily. 

“Ah, mercy,” he groaned, rolling his knuckles against his bulging gut. “Gotta — mmm… show my work to the nice lady. You all calm down in there.”

He gave his middle a pat and made his way to the front door, stepping out into the afternoon sun.

“Oh! Young man, you’ve finished with those pests?”

Valentin belched into his fist, shooting the witch a charming smile. “All taken care of, ma’am. Not one left.” His stomach gave a gentle groan, the creatures inside thrashing about to try and escape, and he hiccuped.

“Wonderful,” she praised, reaching into her apron and pulling out a tiny pouch of gold coins.

He received them gratefully, rubbing his gurgling stomach with his free hand as it worked hard to begin churning up its cargo. It was nice to be able to get a meal and pay in one fell swoop. 

*

“Mister! If you let me out, I’ll grant you a wish! Anything your heart desires!”

“Aww, precious,” Valentin chuckled, grinding his hand into the fatty flesh of his gut. Most of his hunt had been churned away, except for this one stubborn fairy that didn’t seem to want to digest.

“I’m —“ He started, before cutting himself off with a meaty belch. “Ah,” he purred, licking his lips. “Excuse me, love — I’m flattered, really, but all I wish is that you would start digesting nicely. I need to make room for tonight’s job, you see; I’m a busy man. Now, shhh…” He pushed insistently at his stomach, trying to stimulate the organ to work harder.

The fairy pouted and gave the wall of his belly a firm kick. “You must want something! To be a mighty sorcerer, or a king… Come on, mister! Let me go!”

Valentin leaned back in his chair, the wooden frame giving a slight creak of protest from his weight, and stroked his hand over the slope of his stomach soothingly.  “Come now, my dear. I get rid of little pests like you for a nominal fee. My clients trust me to thin out your populations; if I were to let you little things go afterwards, I wouldn’t really be doing my job, would I?”

The fairy harrumphed and sulked in the depths of his gut, and Valentin patted his belly fondly. “Don’t be so disappointed, little one… All of your friends have already succumbed to my gut; isn’t it nice and warm in there? Don’t you want to join them? Just — urp — get comfortable and quit squirming. Accept that you're only food to me.”

The fairy grumbled but eventually stopped struggling, and Valentin gave a satisfied sigh. “That’s a good girl," he said through a yawn, stretching grandly in his chair. His hand came down to rest over his stomach, and he marvelled for a moment about how large he'd become. When he’d first gotten into the extermination business, he'd been ... not exactly trim, but at least he had a bit of definition to his frame. Now, he'd become a mountain of a man. He'd gained enough fat and muscle to become quite the imposing figure; huge, strong arms and shoulders, a gut that could hold two or three grown men, a soft and impressive chest - and he was still growing.

 Valentin let out another yawn, his eyelids growing heavy. A nap before his next job sounded very nice; a young paladin had sought him out to clear out a sacred forest of imps and wood-sprites. He dreaded the task when he already felt so nicely sated and sleepy, but he wasn’t too averse to the idea of being paid to stuff himself silly.

[animeyanderetalker]

How would you personally rank the seven main Dragon Slayers from lowest to highest yandere potential?

I really hope I got all the Dragon Slayers who you referred to as Main right. From lowest to highest:

Wendy Marvell: Simply because she is not only the youngest of the 7 Main Dragon Slayers featured in the series but also because she has arguably the most rational and mature Exceed in Carla who she values not only as a good friend but also listens to. Carla has been with Wendy for years and always keeps an eye on her and lectures her if it comes down to it.

Natsu Dragneel: He’d be quite oblivious if he were to go Yandere for someone but I think because Natsu is pretty social and was blessed enough to grow up in the Fairy Tail guild where he always had support and friends even when his childhood friend Lisanna supposedly died. Happy isn’t the brightest Exceed and would surely support his crush in any shape or form but on the other hand there really are enough people who could talk or smack sense into him if it boils down to it.

Gajeel Redfox: Gajeel initially belonged to another guild who was on the more evil side but ever since having been taken in from the Fairy Tail guild I feel like he has embraced virtues the friendship and loyalty a whole lot better. He’s still more on a wild and impulsive side and that may lead to him developing an obsession over someone quicker than people like Natsu yet he still has a pretty good voice of reasoning in Panther Lily.

Laxus Dreyar: Laxus is similar to Gajeel as he was introduced as an antagonist in the earlier run of Fairy Tail but the reason why I would put him higher is because he strikes me as more of a loner. He has neither an Exceed nor does he seem like someone who would share his worries as easily with others, even his own Thunder God Tribe. So his feelings may simply escalate because he just lets them simmer for way too long beneath the surface without talking it out with someone.

Sting Eutcliffe: The Sabertooth Guild has become a better place since Sting became guild master but that hasn’t always been the case. The tradition under its previous master was that the winner gets it all and the loser deserves nothing and even if Sting is fundamentally not a bad person that mindset has partially rubbed off on him. Sting is a boisterous and prideful young man who knows that he’s handsome and strong and his Exceed Lector is unfortunately his biggest cheerleader who would encourage an obsession.

Erik: The whole plot with Cubellios is the main reason why I think he would be deserving of being ranked as high as he does. If Erik embraces someone in his heart he is dedicated to that person which we saw already when he lost Cubellios so it is very easily imaginable that he’d develop obsessive tendencies over his darling.

Rogue Cheney: There’s literally the canon confirmation that Rogue has a dark personality and an entire arc centered around his future version who succumbed to the dark side because of the death of Frosch. Rogue is normally quiet and calm yet he would definitely fall victim to dark urges if he should fall in love with someone deeply and they would end up being in grave danger as this would be the trigger to awake his shadow.

[1800naveen]

Characters that I will send in to deal with the Night Court!

Got inspired by @kataraavatara's Tik Tok video on who she would send in to take care of Westeros, credits to her!

Some tagging: @sonics-atelier, @watcherintheweyr, @ennawrite

Let's start with some information!

The Night Court is one of the Solar Courts in Prythian which is ruled by Rhysand and Feyre Archeron. It has three regions: Velaris (Court of Dreamers), Hewn City (Court of Nightmares), and Illyria. As many of you know, the Night Court isn't the perfect haven it tries to be. The women of Illyria have their wings clipped and some are being abused by the men around them. The women of Hewn City are sold and put into loveless, sometimes brutal marriages. Many citizens of Illyria live in war-camps and not proper homes. Children in both places will eventually succumb to the behavior around them, becoming the abused or the abuser. The High Lord has done nothing for them.

These are the people I will send in to take care of the Night Court. There will be three sections for each region.

Illyria:

The men treat the women as inferior to them. They clip their wings, use them for breeding, etc. A disgusting behavior that should've been put to an end centuries ago but Rhysand never enforced the wing clipping ban. The people that I send are either skilled in leading or war.

Daenerys Targaryen: She was only 13/14 when she joined the Dothraki and became their leader. The Dothraki follow the strong and Daenerys is one of the strongest characters in ASOIAF. These guys are on the same level if not worse than the Illyrian men. She's a great leader despite being so young and has done so much than Rhysand has in his 500+ years of life. With Daenerys, she will whip the men into shape, set rules to protect the women and children, and burn anyone who dares say otherwise. She's kind and caring, nobody is getting hurt under her watch and no one is going to hurt her. Mother of Dragons for a reason, she'll get her sons on you if you aren't careful. I could see her going to the Spring Court and helping Tamlin get back on his feet and help with rebuilding his Court. Might give him a scolding (in a kind leader way) or some lessons she learned herself.

Fang Runin: This girl knows war and will get dirty if she has to, not even feeling regret. She'll burn the men who have abused the women (and probably burn Illyria but let's act like she won't do that). Add in Kitay and Nezha, nobody is touching them.

Nubia: I do not know much of DC so I'll try my best with her. She's a Amazonian warrior and sister to Diana Prince/Wonder Woman. She is queen of all Amazons and does a bang up job at it. After looking up what her personality is like, it says that she is bold, fierce, compassionate, strong, and confident. She will be protecting the women from any harm and set up training if any Illyrian woman wishes it.

Natasha Romanoff: Not too knowing of Marvel Comics so I'll try. Natasha is a deadly and lethal spy known as Black Widow. Unlike in the movies, this girl doesn't fuck around. She will go batshit if you want to mess with her. Yes, she is a regular human and may be underestimated because of it but that will be proven wrong. She was given the super soldier serum, making her stronger than most humans. She also doesn't age and is really old in the comics. (correct me if I'm wrong!). She'll have these men running to their mommies and crying like little boys. Girl even had Taskmaker running in the comics.

Now let's move on into Hewn City!

Wonder Woman: Born as Diana, she is a Amazonian warrior and one of the best. She fights for justice, equality, peace, truth, empowerment, and humanity. She is a symbol for woman and young girls of the world, even men and little boys (She doesn't discriminate). When she finds out about what the women have to go through, she'll make sure the women are kept safe and the men dealt with. Remember, this girl doesn't have a no killing rule like Batman, she'll go for the kill. She can also be brutal. "When I deal with them, I deal with them" Quote said by Diana. For the men, there's only two choices for them: they fix their ways or they get dealt with. Just like her sister Nubia, she will also train with the women if they wish and give them encouraging words. Hell, she'll let them join the Amazons. And she's a demigod and those guys don't exist in the world of A Court of Thorns and Roses, gives her an upper advantage.

I don't think I need to add any more people, Diana Prince is enough.

Now Velaris!

I'm going to be honest, I'm sending people to fuck up the Inner Circle or Velaris.

Daemon and Rhaenyra Targaryen: These two are going to go around and give a Dracarys. Might stop to make out a bit. I'm having these guys become the new High Lord and High Lady, could do a better job at it. Stopping by Illyria to check on Daenerys.

Aegon I Targaryen, Visenya Targaryen, and Rhaenys Targaryen (The Conquerors): Joining their descendants and shouting Dracarys to the rooftops. After this, they might go conqueror Prythian (Probably won't end well but they got big ass dragons so who knows? If not, they're chilling. Visenya and Daemon getting along, Rhaenys and Rhaenyra getting along too, and Aegon getting to know Daenerys. He would proud of her, I just know it).

Aelin Ashryver Galanthynius, Manon Blackbeak, Rowan Whitethorn, Aedion Ashryver, Dorian Havilliard, Chaol Westfall, Lysandra, Fenrys, Yrene, Lorcan, and Elide. (Sorry if I missed anyone, I'm not done with this series yet and I added the ones that I know!): These guys are going head to head with the Inner Circle (and win because they're awesome like that). Then they're going to have Nesta as their bestie. I don't care what you think, Nesta would be great friends with these guys.

That's all, folks! This might not make sense but I'm rocking with it and liking it.

Some more comments by me😊

If you have any characters you would sent to the Night Court, who is it and why? Share in the comments if you like!

[confusedguytoo]

I’m a pretty strong defender of Willow in Buffy but I do wonder if people realize that I do see her flaws.  I just think the show shouldn’t really have dealt with them

People have flaws. They don’t all get dealt with or take you over or everyone would be perfect or evil by the time they die.

It’s kind of like with Tim Drake in DC or Kitty Pryde in Marvel.

Fans joke about Future Tim constantly being Evil Gun Batman because of a bad future version of him in official canon.  There’s posts on here that call him morally grey at best.  People joke about him carrying a sticky note written by Batman to remind him of the Batffamily’s policy on murder.  The darkness is there and it’s recognized, but the current version of the character never actually succumbs to it

Similar with Kitty.  In the recent Sins of Sinister storyline, in the bad future it  was declared that stripped of her morals she was one of the cruelest mutants out there.  In the 80s villains with major plans loved the idea of corrupting her.  In the 90s they made her the Black Queen of the Hellfire Club in the Mutant X-verse.  And readers acknowledged some of it too.  X-men fanfic in the 90s made reference to it.  I remember one story where the writer had Wolverine say that if Kitty was kicked off the X-men for being to young, based on her personality and the life mutants lead she’d be back in five years acting like Emma Frost without the bleach  job(and based on timing this would have early 80s Emma) and another where instead of attacking Pete Wisdom when he sees him and Kitty kissing, Colossus realizes if Kitty didn’t want him kissing her she’d have force fed him his testicles. And then gotten angry

People see it acknowledge it, but the writers basically never intend for the bad turn to happen

[blxckchxrrybxby]

Encounter At The Bar

summary: Venable arrives at The Hotel Cortez as a last-minute resort for lodging while on her business trip. As she drowns her stress in strong whiskey at the lounge’s bar, a strange blonde catches her eye… and ear.

pairing: Sally McKenna x Wilhemina Venable

warning(s): explicit language, mention of drug use, idk

a/n: there may be another part.

“What are you? A junkie?” The blatant inquiry was followed by a soft scoff and a swig of whiskey trickling warmly down Venable’s throat.

Of course, by now, Sally was used to the harsh words of drunken strangers and delighted in knowing someone found pleasure in her presence; despite their cruel intentions to shame her for what she found pleasureful. She took her time licking her lips as she succumb to the view of the woman doused in lilac who sat poise across the bar with one leg crossed over the other and a wooden cane by her side. Her fiery ponytail spilled across her left shoulder, which sat a tad higher than its right counterpart. However, Sally blamed this on poor posture and didn’t give it a thought more. Taking a minute more to indulge herself in the imagery of this stranger, Sally noticed the woman’s partially gloved hand hovering over her phone as her fingers repeatedly pressed at the screen.

Sparing a moment to glance in the ragged woman’s direction, Venable’s gaze moved to find something more appealing and worthy of her time. She sat in the Blue Parrot Lounge long before Sally had decided to join. Her Sunday was supposed to be filled with HR workshops and endless seminars—but the weather had turned sour—resulting in all scheduled events being canceled. Now, she was glued to the bar, using cheap liquor to wash away her disappointment and irritation.

The lights in the lounge were dimmed more than usual during this time of night and not too many bodies littered the bar. Wilhemina was thankful for that. However, what she wasn’t thankful for was her suitor not answering her calls—nor the frizzy-haired stranger eyeing her from across the bar. They hadn’t exchanged as much as a few sentences before Sally’s careless tongue brought out the bitch in the already malicious woman. Liz shot numerous glares at the doe-eyed addict for disrupting the redhead’s peace. It was clear that whatever she was going through had to be bad for her to be on her fifth drink.

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” Sally retorted. A mischievous glint twinkled in her dark eyes as she placed her forearms against the cool bar top. Her left hand held the empty glass that was filled to the brim 2 times prior and tapped her nails against it; marveling at the clinking sound it made.

“I beg your pardon?” The older woman subtly—yet noticeably—slurred, completely taken aback. Her scrutiny was now fully fixed on Sally, who was feeling as if she could dissolve into a puddle at that same moment.

Out of impulse, she stumbled as she moved a few barstools closer; allowing her cheetah print coat to open enough to reveal the purple mini-dress underneath. This was something that immediately caught the other woman’s attention, but not for long. Slowly dragging the hollow glass across the slab of wood and smirking, Sally spoke. “I know who you are,” wiggling her eyebrows in a teasing manner.

Humming in response; not incredibly moved by Sally’s statement, Venable rolled her eyes. If only she had a quarter for every time someone claimed to have known her, she’d be many quarters richer. Pulling her from her thoughts, the addict leaned in invading her personal space as Venable cringed from the lack thereof. The tequila coating Sally’s tongue invaded her senses; reminding the redhead that her choice of dark was best. The last time she had light, she was doubled over her desk vomiting into the only bin her assistant could find at 6am. After that, she swore off alcohol… and also made her assistant sign an NDA.

“Don’t you work at Kin-”

Venable cleared her throat, immediately interrupting the blonde. For all she knew, the addict could have been lying. However, she wouldn’t dare risk it if she weren’t. Glancing over at Liz and the flux of drunks going to and from the bar, Venable tried her best to make sure the conversation was out of range. After steering clear of anyone knowing her business, her peeved gaze met Sally’s once again.

Yet, the impish woman remained unbothered.

“How could you possibly know of me?” Venable questioned in a lower voice while simultaneously using the end of her cane to push the blonde out of her personal space.

Sally tilted her head; letting the cane push her back while smiling naughtily, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I wouldn’t.” Venable matched. “In fact, I’d much rather you remove yourself altogether.”

Sally simply shrugged, ignoring the older woman, and held up her phone; showing Jeff and Mutt’s Twitter page. “We’re mutuals.”

The redhead squinted at the illuminated screen before taking a moment to tip her glass. Watching in confusion, Sally furrowed her eyebrows as Venable allowed a few drops of whiskey to trickle onto the napkin it sat on. Slipping her delicate fingers under it, Wilhemina used the damp napkin to wipe the screen of Sally’s phone, causing the addict’s face to drop.

“FYI, I don’t do drugs off of my phone.” Sally huffed.

Shrugging, Wilhemina glided the pad of her fingertip across the screen, “Can never be too sure.” Inspecting the page further, a video of Jeff snorting coke off of his keyboard’s spacebar was pinned to the top with the caption: Mondays. Am I right?

Venable instantly remembered that day. It was the same day her bosses walked around the halls eating pizza with powder underneath their noses. It was also a Wednesday. She knew because she was the one forced to place the order and wondered what kind of fools ordered four pizzas on a Wednesday during breakfast.

PizzaHut wanted to know too.

Although Venable shouldn’t have been stunned by the number of idiots retweeting the 20-second loop, what truly horrified her was that she was partaking in a conversation with one of them. Without a care in the world, she downed the rest of the liquor before her. It seemed as if the epitome of her misery was working for those two idiots.

Now, holding up the empty glass, she made eye contact with Liz, “Another.”

Listening to the older woman’s rasp, a grin spread across Sally’s face as the tip of her tongue teasingly glided across her teeth. She didn’t care how obvious she was, she couldn’t help but to take in all of the grandeur that was this woman. Settling on a bar stool left of the redhead, her eyes fell down to momentarily stare at the empty glass before her. The craving for nicotine entered her veins (something far less harmful than what had already been placed in the weakening vessels). Tapping her fingertips against the glass again, she directed her attention back to Venable. “Well?”

Arching a questioning eyebrow, the businesswoman focused back on her own phone. “Well?”

“This proved my point,” Sally stated, filling with aggravation. What was so intriguing about that phone that she couldn’t keep her attention away?

Bleakly, Venable responded. “The only point proven is that you are indeed a junkie.” She paused, reaching forward to grab the drink Liz slid towards her. “The difference, however, is that I now have less respect for you than before.”

“Less?” Sally queried, slightly bewildered, “You had zero respect for me to begin with-“

“And now, we’re in the negatives.”

“Who do you think you are?” Sally scoffed.

Venable smirked internally from the blonde’s outburst, “Must I answer that? I thought you knew of me just as I knew of you.”

Leaning forward on her forearms, Sally sneered. “You know nothing about me.”

Trailing a manicured fingernail across the slab while holding eye contact, Wilhemina hummed, “I know quite enough. The evidence is written all over you.”

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong, Venny.” Sally stated, causing the older woman to tense up. She didn’t remember telling the blonde her name. “We all have an addiction to something.” She stated plainly.

“You must have me mistaken for the streetwalker in room 69.” Taking a moment to reflect, she squinted at Sally. “And don’t you ever call me ‘Venny’.”

Sally snickered, “You walk in here like there’s a stick up your ass. Your extensions probably hold more secrets than that damned suitcase you’ve been carrying around-“

“Extensions?” Wilhemina scoffed, shaking off the cloud of frustration this woman dragged along, “My hair is purer than the heroin you shoot up.”

Grabbing her cane, she stood; sauntering until the beak of her raven’s head pressed into the back of the blonde. Leaning over Sally, she stretched out her arm and grasped her glass, pulling it devilishly slow. All Sally could focus on was the overwhelming smell of the woman’s perfume and the sound the bottom of the glass made as it treaded across an uneven surface. That was until the whiskey was aligned before her. Removing her hand, simply to place it on the blonde’s shoulder, Venable whispered near her ear, taking a moment to hover in her space, “This should help take the edge off.”

[optimistredsox]

1 Oct, BOS @ BAL, 6-1, win

Bit late, eh? Yeah, it turns out I needed longer to recover from the Tim Wakefield news than I realised. And, truth be told, I still haven't recovered from it. It sucked all desire to write about this weird season as a whole. To pick out points of interest and excitement from a year that occasionally had promise but failed to live up to that promise. A team I nicknamed the Scrappy Rollercoasters before the injury-plagued rotation sucked out their scrap and the Rollercoaster never really stopped plummeting, especially after the departure of Chaim Bloom. How can I dwell on all that shit when all of the sudden Tim Wakefield isn't there anymore? I must've read every tribute and obit. I haven't been able to put the movie "Knuckleball" on because I'm worried it'll make me cry too much. Chad Finn at the Globe, as usual, wrote a brilliant piece imploring the Red Sox to retire Wake's number. I cast my mind back remembered his strong start in his last season whilst he was chasing his 200th win, only to stumble on the cusp. I remember how awesome it was when that knuckleball was 'on' - how fast he worked and how efficient he was. How he looked like a sad puppy when it didn't work, because there really wasn't anything he could do about it. It's a pitch from another era. That it exists in the modern world is a marvel and that such a nice and kind man wielded it as, more often than not, a tool for victory was a delight. I didn't believe the news when I first saw it. I didn't even know he was sick. I missed that bombshell coming out. It was harvest and I was making wine. Would it have made any difference if I'd had that day's notice? Or would it be worse, to have barely processed the news he was sick to then have to deal with the news he'd succumbed to that sickness and died? I've lost quite a few people over the last few years. I find it easier to articulate those feelings with regards to a kind baseball player I never met than with those that are gone that I knew.

Anyway. 2023 Red Sox. They won their last game of the year, which is great. That they "did it for Wake" feels a little weird but whatever worked for them. As much as the question is on who runs the Red Sox front office next year, I feel the real question is whether the ownership works out what they want from the team next year. They don't behave like an ownership terribly keen on continuing to own a baseball team. Which is frustrating because they have a manager who did everything in his power to get them through those tough spots this season. Cora does not get enough credit. The fact that he has detractors at all is proof that most Boston sports fans just want the world to burn rather than any actual success. But where do they go from here? Another losing season isn't on the cards. This ownership quite famously turns it around after, at most, two losing seasons. How they do it this time is anyone's guess.

Bright sides?

This team fought a lot this year. And the rookies like Jarren Duran (on loan from the Arakis Professional League) and Tristan Casas provided a great deal of fun.

Ugh thinking about Wake again. Might pipe up later once we know who's running the club. Until then, enjoy the playoffs and let's hope for a better 2024.

[thesenesx]

I know we like to make fun of the limited viewing habits of marvel stans but I think we need to mock those star wars fans with little to no critical analysis skills a bit more. like we finally get a show with good characters and strong thematics woven in without succumbing to nostalgic intertextual referencing and these guys are complaining that there weren't enough fight scenes??? that it's too political??? that there were no surprise cameos??? that the characters only stood around and argued instead of getting into shootouts with the empire?? that the buildings weren't star wars enough because they had screws??? they're opinions are so uninformed and embarrassing like no reading comprehension at all. we may need to tell the mcu stans to watch other films but we also need to tell these sw fanboys that you're meant to learn something when you watch a film/tv show smh

[confusedguytoo]

No, I think Willow would have definitely  gone for Warren’s head if Tara had died in the first few eps, she just wouldn’t have been so dramatic about it.  Cause without swearing off magic she wouldn’t have felt the need for outside help.  Meanwhile you look at her hacking, combined with the knowledge the city government had been corrupt, the Watcher’s Council was corrupt, the Initiative was corrupt, she’s the one who keeps in touch with Angel Investigations so she should know about Wolfram&Hart.  Frankly, Buffy’s sudden faith in the system in season 6 seems almost out of nowhere and unearned and I have no problem believing Willow wouldn’t share it

You mention "her issues with insecurity, consent and quick fixes.” 

Personal opinion, I would prefer they never addressed those issues with Willow and I did a post about it a month or so ago, here’s the complete text: 

 “ I’m a pretty strong defender of Willow in Buffy but I do wonder if people realize that I do see her flaws.  I just think the show shouldn’t really have dealt with them.

People have flaws. They don’t all get dealt with or take you over or everyone would be perfect or evil by the time they die.It’s kind of like with Tim Drake in DC or Kitty Pryde in Marvel.

Fans joke about Future Tim constantly being Evil Gun Batman because of a bad future version of him in official canon.  There’s posts on here that call him morally grey at best.  People joke about him carrying a sticky note written by Batman to remind him of the Batffamily’s policy on murder.  The darkness is there and it’s recognized, but the current version of the character never actually succumbs to it.

Similar with Kitty.  In the recent Sins of Sinister storyline, in the bad future it  was declared that stripped of her morals she was one of the cruelest mutants out there.  In the 80s villains with major plans loved the idea of corrupting her.  In the 90s they made her the Black Queen of the Hellfire Club in the Mutant X-verse.  And readers acknowledged some of it too.  X-men fanfic in the 90s made reference to it.  I remember one story where the writer had Wolverine say that if Kitty was kicked off the X-men for being to young, based on her personality and the life mutants lead she’d be back in five years acting like Emma Frost without the bleach  job(and based on timing this would have early 80s Emma) and another where instead of attacking Pete Wisdom when he sees him and Kitty kissing, Colossus realizes if Kitty didn’t want him kissing her she’d have force fed him his testicles. And then gotten angry.

People see it acknowledge it, but the writers basically never intend for the bad turn to happen”

Willow’s desire for quick fixes can be looked at as a desire for efficiency in her and her friends lives.  Her issues with consent can be based on how rarely people ask for hers, but just assume she will go along with what they want and seem so shocked when she has a different opinion on how things should be.  Her insecurity?  Well, Xander never got over his.  Buffy never really got over a lot of hers.

If you have issue with her actions, you better be ready to tell her why they’re wrong and convince her, not just expect her to take your word

BTVS SEASON 6 - BIG BAD - DEBATE.

Now, you know my stance if you’ve seen any of my posts about Season 6 of ‘BTVS’. Dark Willow is the BIG BAD of Season 6 for me. She’s too awesome to not give her that honour. I love her too much not to. I mean come on - look at this bad ass. She’s a fantastic villain.

But I’ve heard other interpretations - both from the fans and the creators - that can be just as valid.

I’ve heard “Life”

I’ve heard “The Core Scoobies”

I’ve heard “Warren”

I’ve heard “Depression”

I’ve even heard “Bunnies” (thanks Anya 😂👌).

There doesn’t seem to be a unanimous agreement on who/what is actually the BIG BAD of Season 6.

So I want to start a debate on it. I want to know other interpretations/assumptions/ideas/insinuations.

Perhaps you believe there isn’t a BIG BAD at all.

Explain why and how. I want to know. Debate!

[crowcryptid]

Taking every once of self control rn to not read moon knight comics just because I want to see masked man in a suit

[mrsblackruby]

Guys I will defend NAMOR until death do me part. Yes he killed the queen of wakanda. He fucking drowned her and probably a lot of other fictional people too. But am I the only one reading into the theme that imperialism pits marginalized groups of people against each other.  and by doing that it can cause drastic affects in marginalized communities that might make us lose sight of the systems in place that’s function is to harm us. And by succumbing to vengeance we only cause more damage to ourselves.

I would even personally understand if Shuri killed Namor but just imagine the effect It would’ve had on his people. If shuri had killed Namor I would still think the best option is for the people of Atlantis to forgive her and understand what she was going through.  but honestly how could you ask that of them 2 when all they see is someone who killed their Protector just like namor did to shuri killing her mom. If they don’t want perpetual war at some point somebody is gonna have to forgive somebody else and it’s better if it’d be earlier than later so less damage is caused.

It’s either forgiveness or damnation on both empires and never actually dealing with any of the problems that got them they’re just worsening them.

Neither of them are the center of the problem at the end of the day in the story. The problem is Those who want to cause Instability with vibranium. The battle between their armies is just causing both fictional empires unnecessary harm. They Need to stop their war and if they really want to reduce these kinds of tragedy. They need to focus their strength on those who threaten their empire/communities and who oppress people across the marvel Cinematic universe. if they want to reduce harm they need to kiss and make up.  They need to fight together and not against each other anymore.

That’s a strong fucking message about how we all need to stop falling for scapegoats. And how we all need to become more critical of our justice system for Blinding us by seeking vengeance instead of healing The wounds it has caused.  how we need to become more critical of just actively causing our communities more harm instead of trying to actually reduce the harm. By radically changing systems that keep people oppressed. and that’s how I’m choosing to connect to the story the protagonist, antagonist, and team that worked on Wakanda forever presented us. 

[zhongrin]

more to love

◇ characters ◇ zhongli

◇ tags ◇ afab!reader, chubby!reader, extremely self indulgent don't like don’t read, asphyxiation

◇ a/n ◇ all bodies are valid. you can be skinny or fit or pudgy or overweight or underweight or anything inbetween - you are beautiful nonetheless. as of writing this, i just…. i needed a self-pick-me-up.

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

your husband absolutely adores the extra softness on your body.

sometimes, he feels a little childish for wanting to pinch your adorable cheeks, so his subconsciousness makes up for it by having his hand mindlessly making biscuits on your tummy or thighs, like some kind of a kitten who’s fascinated by his new and overly comfortable blanket.

he wants you to constantly sit on his lap ("'too heavy'? ….. darling, have you perhaps forgotten the story behind the guyun stone forest? let me recount it for you-") whenever he talks, and when it’s his turn to listen you bet he’ll be tucking his chin on your soft shoulder, sighing comfortably against your neck. his arms tightly snug around you, fingers fondling your belly, sometimes your thighs, and other times your breasts.

your fingers are so adorable to him. he marvels at how he can splay them open against each other and curl the top of his fingers to cradle yours in. he shakes his head when you apologize for its ‘stumpiness’, and he tells you it’s lovely and endearing. a homemaker’s hand, as the olden wives' tales say.

he kisses your knuckles every day and will never tire of trailing his lips on your hand; from the tips of your finger down to your wrist, resting on your pulse point as he silently appreciates the strong beats of your heart. it’s almost a game now, of you guessing which finger he’s going to pick to shower with attention today, but your favorite is whenever he decides to lavish your ring finger with kisses - because his eyes would always stop momentarily at the wedding band with such a warm, lovestruck gaze, which he would then switch to you.

“i’m so lucky to be yours,” he says, and stubbornly insists even as you tell him the sentiment should be yours to have.

your ‘thunder thighs’ and ‘birthing hips’ and whatever term the people these days would use to describe your body? they contain nothing but positive connotations in his book. magnificent, exquisite, gorgeous, seductive, alluring, biteable, bewitching, splendid, eye-catching- honestly, he can go on for days if you ask him. though rex lapis is a former god, rex lapis is also a simple man; it means more canvas to mark and fondle and worship, and he thinks, what man would not want to rejoice being blessed by such a bountiful gift?

he likes the term ‘love handles’ for its literal meaning - how he can hold them as he makes love to you, a special spot he appreciates for existing, and wouldn't trade with anything else. they’re so soft against his body whenever he pulls you close, and the way they spill over the lingerie he bought for you is such a delectable sight.

you might never be able to fathom the mental war happening inside his head.

sometimes his loving side wins and he will treat you like a queen that you are, a higher being than a former deity, with gentle touches and loving affirmations caressing your every sense.

other times you aren't so lucky (or, you are extremely lucky, depending on how you look at it), because when your darling husband succumbs to his baser instincts, there is nothing in the whole teyvat that could stop him from loving your body in a more... disorderly way, than usual.

sweet pet names turn into filthier ones, spoken in the same calming, gentle tone, yet it makes them sound even more demeaning and indecent. his possessiveness shines through the way he latches onto you, caging you in as if wanting to shield you from the world, teeth creating marks all over your body, voice purring ‘my’s and ‘mine’ and goading you to scream his name. his molten amber eyes follow your bouncing breasts, a taunting delicacy he would gladly take into his mouth to suck and mark. his usually tender touches turn into strong fingers curling around your neck, applying just the right pressure on the right spots, making your eyes roll to the back of your head and your breath hitch, your walls gripping him in a vicelike hold. he brings you over the edge again and again, knots you and fills your womb to the brim until you give him a hard stop sign-

-and just like that, like you’ve pressed a button, your gentle zhongli is back, nuzzling onto your full, sore breasts. he places a fleeting kiss onto your neck adorned with purple lovebites, and carries you off into the bathroom to run you a relaxing bath.

zhongli means it when he says he adores every single inch of you - both the entirety of your soul and your body. and when he promises to do so until his last breath, you best believe him, because it is an oath he takes seriously, more than all the other contracts he has made.

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[natalia-romanovas-world]

Robert Downey Jr. has a much darker past, we have read it and we already know it, but he is hiding it from us doing an overly proud demeanor.

Chris Evans has anxiety and major commitment issues, he talks about it and we already know it, but he always has his radiant smile drawn on his face to hide from us.

Chris Hemsworth's family life was once at a risk of divorce with kids, but he and Elsa managed to keep it afloat despite all obstacles, and they are going for a happily ever after like nothing happened.

Jeremy Renner has done wrong in his past, caught into a false accusation, but now he has his daughter's custody and he lives a peaceful life, even without us knowing.

Scarlett Johansson, abused as a child actress, has to do romantic scenes with actors twice her age during her teenage, going marriage after marriage with her daughter, but yet scored a double Academy nominations and continues to be a role model for girls all around the world.

Tom Holland, with the pressure of rising to the fame as a child, he still continues to entertain the world even though his fans are somewhat childish and very intrusive.

Sebastian Stan, an immigrant who lacked social skills in the past, incredibly shy and yet hide all those from his fans because he knows that they all love him dearly.

Mark Ruffalo, continues to save the world by going against all those big companies as an environmentalist, has a really strong political opinion, but yet being so down to Earth around us.

Brie Larson, facing all backlash from the social media, for voicing her heartfelt opinion, still going on to inspire young girls around the world to stand up for themselves.

Last but not least, Chadwick Boseman, giving his best for 4 Marvel Movies (Civil War, Black Panther, Infinity War and the Endgame) and 3 Non Marvel Movies (Marshall, 21 Bridges and Da 5 bloods) from 2016, while having stage 4 colon cancer, fighting until he was succumbed to the death. And we never knew.

Be nice and kind to everyone, not only in the various social media platforms, but also in the real life. Because we really don't know what is going in their lives.

Once you realise that, you maybe too late to even correct your mistakes. ❤🙏

[tomago]

i love you so, natsume sakasaki

sypnosis。the world itself seemed to be against both of you, but no matter where you hide, time will always condemn you; it is this world's greatest foe.

cw , angst , death

shuffle x scribble request — ( OKAY THIS IS A LONG ONE bear with me. could i request a natsume x reader angst. maybe a magic au, and reader is watching natsume do his magic stuff. then something goes wrong with his spells and in turn he accidentally puts a deadly curse on the reader, maybe one that drastically shortens their lifespan. BUT, reader doesn’t know what happened. natsume’s like “no worries, nothing big just a little error” and then he goes off searching for something to help reverse the curse and every day he just returns with nothing and watches reader become worse. and then, DUN DUN DUN he returns home to reader succumbing to the final effects of the curse, basically dying. add in some heart wrenching last goodbye type stuff. and then natsume’s guilt after their death. im so sorry this is so long LMAO 😭 )

note ; hiii anon !!!!!!!! I ENJOYED WRITING THIS SOOOSOO SO MUCH. IM SO IN LOVE. YOU ARE SO BIG BRAINED. JUST. chefs kiss i hope this quenches your thirst— ♪

in a world where fear and trepidation runs amidst the airs that the anemoi blew, the grotesque world as it was had always been ruthless and callous to either human or wizard. even treading across a country to another could be perilous; but that may be why it was incredible. the horrors and innocence alike, the world did not treat you differently.

you've always been fascinated by wondrous things, marveling at any phenomenal miracles. you’re covetous of the world and its wonders; not in the bad way, but in the way which exiled you from both human and wizard. your admiration runs deep, and leads you to meeting a talented wizard, sakasaki natsume.

glistening bottles filled with peculiarly-colored liquid and insects that you've ever seen before lined atop shelves inside his quarters, each and every one yelled 'do not touch' in one look — feathered creatures that suspend time in their rustling wings flew over your head; an indication that his refuge was no place for a human.

and here he was, welcoming you yet again above droplets of still resin that contained stone and bone alike — eroded by time to simply memories of what once was.

"curious, isn't it,", his voice echoes from wall to wall through the incandescent rays of sun that peaks through cracks and fissures of his workplace; and with the slightest flick of the wrist, a spell uttered beneath his skin — cold turned into warmth, and feathers began to descend.

a delightful spectacle was on display for only you, your hand light above his gloved own; your eyes wide filled with awe for his effortless feat, and his eyes not once blinked away from you.

how curious, truly, how you fail to notice a ticking bomb even inside you.

gods, — even if silly myths like gods were true, must have a reason to separate man and wizard. even if his heart breaks to part with you, even if your desire to learn more about natsume still is strong, the inevitable truth that the world has was unrelenting.

no matter how much of a frightening wizard natsume was, there was only much he could do with magic. even if it meant for you to live a normal life, even if it meant you'd be cured and forget all about him, he'd give up all of his tricks in exchange for you to survive.

with every moment you spent with him, your life thins, until it was all but a brittle thread. your body will slowly turn into stone, and you will crumble. but more importantly, natsume will live to see it.

how cruel, really, aren't wizards supposed to be the ones tormenting humans? but why do you put him through all of this suffering? letting yourself slowly be poisoned by natsume's apple, and even licking the poison from his fingertips — was this your plan? to turn into stone with his hands and crush him with his own guilt for being too selfish to have you even if it meant losing you?

but seeing your expression so innocent, not worrying about a single thing — you will never be lovelier than now, and he will never be here again. it tugs on his heart tightly, perhaps, he may be able to steal time from fate just a little longer.

this will be my last confession, i love you, i love you, and i love you.

to who does he whisper these words to, if not your peaceful body that lied on top of the wild unruly fields that you and he once danced in? your skin was cold, it shined; and pieces of you fell into his palms.

natsume shook, his tears uncontrollable; this was it. you had turned into stone.

and upon the banks of lethe, his tears fell; how badly must our story end, and decided, no: against his will he drinks the river's cold waters — and forgets everything.

[multifandomimagines]

Let Me Show You - A Theo Raeken Imagine

Characters: Theo Raeken x Reader

Word Count: 3469

Summary: Reader is feeling stressed and insecure, so Theo wants to be there for her and make her feel perfect.

Warnings: Smut (female-receiving oral and vaginal), insecurity, mentions of IED

Written by: Josie

A/N: Keep reading after the cut 👀

Disclaimer: GIF isn’t ours - credit to who it belongs to

Y/N sighed as the puffy red eyes of her reflection stared back at her through the mirror. This week had been… different. Every little thing had been going wrong, and each day brought more and more emotion, stress and insecurity. Her under-eyes were dark with exhaustion and her smile wasn’t as bright as it usually was - that is, when it showed itself anyway.

She didn’t even hear when her bedroom door opened and closed softly, didn’t register the light footsteps across her carpet moving toward her; not until the eyes of her boyfriend met hers in the mirror, round with concern. Seeing him so suddenly would usually have elicited a wide grin from Y/N, and she would jump into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Yet, in the state she was in, his arrival made her feel as if she could finally let it all out. Her emotions overwhelmed her like a tidal wave, and her eyes prickled with tears.

“Theo,” she whispered, her voice cracking, and hurriedly turned around to bury her head in his neck. Almost like a reflex, Theo held her tightly to his chest as she cried, his hand rubbing up and down her trembling back. He slowly walked them backward until his legs hit the edge of her bed, and pulled her shaking body onto his lap.

“Shh, baby,” Theo hushed her sobs tenderly. “It’s okay.” Her head had made its way back to his neck, Y/N couldn’t even look up at him. He wouldn’t show it, because he had to be strong for her, but seeing his girl like this broke him to pieces inside. She was the only person who saw the good in him when everyone else tossed him aside as either a failure or a villain. Either way, he was a lost cause in the eyes of most people. Everyone really… well, everyone except her. Out of all of the people Theo had met in his life, he knew Y/N deserved to be happy more than anyone. She deserved to be cared for, celebrated, loved. As someone who dragged him out of his darkest places, Theo wanted nothing more than to help her out of hers.

Y/N sniffled, and slowly lifted her head from Theo’s shoulder, her eyes staring downward and avoiding the gaze of her boyfriend. She knew it hurt him to see her like this and she wished she could just… stop.

“Hey,” she heard him say. “Look at me Y/N.” His voice was rich with worry for the girl he loved, and she flinched at the thought of causing him grief. It was quick, but Theo saw it, and his heart snapped once again. Slowly, he raised his hand to her cheek, running his thumb along her cheekbone softly, collecting the tears that were slowly drying on her face. She subtly leaned into his touch without even realising she did it, it was like her body moved off it’s own accord, drawn to him. Gently, Theo moved his hand to Y/N’s chin and turned her head to face him.

For the first time since he’d arrived, Y/N finally let Theo see the pain in her eyes. They were glossy and slightly bloodshot, and Theo’s gaze softened at the sight of her vulnerability. “What’s wrong?” He asked a simply question, not wanting to overwhelm her.

“Everything,” she breathed. Theo’s fingers ran themselves through her hair, encouraging her to keep going. Initially she wanted to shrug him off and succumb to her feelings again, but she let him comfort her. “I’m just feeling everything all at once. Theo, I can’t-“

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay,” He held her cheeks delicately, scared to break her fragile form. “Breathe with me.”

It was something Theo had learned over the months. Sometimes Y/N really needed to calm down and just breathe slowly, in and out, exhaling the intensity of her feelings as much as her brain would allow. Though she hadn’t admitted it, Y/N realised that the method worked better when Theo led her through it.

After a minute or so of long, deep breaths, Y/N was no longer jolting with the ghosts of sobs from earlier. Theo continued to hold her close, remaining gentle but tight enough to always remind her that he was there for her. No matter what.

“This week has been so bad,” She began, and Theo stayed silent, realising that she was finally feeling comfortable enough to talk. He felt a small surge of pride flow through him at this, knowing that it was hard for her at times. “I’m stressed. I still have so much work to do, and deadlines are creeping up on me like a freakin’ predator. I’m worried for my brother, he’s struggling with his IED and he’s even been taking his meds, but they keep needing to up the dose and it kills me to see him in the state he gets. I keep screwing up too, like earlier I kept stalling the car, and I broke a photo frame yesterday morning, and I forgot to submit an assignment for grading at the beginning of the week. And I can’t sleep at night… Theo, I’m so tired.”

“Hey, come here,” Theo whispered, pulling her into another hug. “Okay, first of all, you are so smart and every time you get stressed about an assessment, you always go and smash it, don’t you?”

A smile threatened to pull at her lips at his confidence in her, and she nodded.

“Right,” Theo grinned. “Next thing, Liam is resilient, just like you. He won’t let one little setback get him down, and his meds will be sorted before you know it. Plus, he’s lucky to have you as a sister, you know that? You’re always there for him, everyone sees it.”

Y/N shifted on Theo’s lap, looking into his eyes as he spoke. “And,” He continued. “Everyone has weeks where they feel like they mess everything up, even super cool badasses like me.” Y/N giggled, spurring Theo on. “Someone as perfect as you doesn’t need to worry about a few little mistakes. They’re nothing, okay? Not important.” His hand moved soothingly up and down her arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Is that everything?”

“Um, yeah…” Y/N trailed off quietly, suddenly avoiding her boyfriend’s eyes and sinking into herself. Theo knew her so well at this point that not a single subtle movement would go unnoticed, so he raised his eyebrows at her response. He knew she was holding back, and she knew that he knew. Sighing, Y/N gave in a little. “It’s stupid.”

“What have I always told you?” He said, smiling at her. “You can tell me anything. Anything at all. I’ll be there for you no matter what. You know that, don’t you?”

Y/N nodded and breathed in, slightly shakily. “I feel ugly, Theo.”

“What?” Theo whispered in disbelief, his eyes the size of saucers. He didn’t know what he’d expected, but it wasn’t that. “Baby-“

“I told you it was stupid-“

“No, it’s not that, it’s just-“ Theo searched for the words in his brain. He never thought he’d have to convince the most beautiful girl in the world that that’s what she was. He thought it was just common knowledge, really. “You and ‘ugly’ would never even fit in the same category. Not even in the same universe.”

“That’s just not true though,” Y/N stated, shaking her head, her eyes tired. “I can’t even look in the mirror at the moment. I feel like when I look, I’m not looking back at me. And it makes me cry. I’d rather not see myself at all than to look at that reflection.”

If Theo’s heart wasn’t broken before, the damage was definitely done now. Hearing Y/N, his girl, say that she wasn’t pretty, but ugly, made him feel all kinds of lost and confused, but more so sad, because he wished he could take away her pain and make it all disappear. Unfortunately, his powers of pain transference only worked on physical pain, and he silently cursed that fact.

“How can you not see what I see…” He whispered, almost more to himself than to her. “You know, the first time I saw you Y/N, even from a distance I knew I’d never see anyone as beautiful as you. And now I’m looking at you, months later, and I still think you’re just as stunning. You are gorgeous. You hear me? The most gorgeous ever.” Theo placed kisses on her nose, her cheeks, her forehead as he spoke, causing Y/N’s heart to flutter. His words stirred something in her, and the intensity of his eyes boring into hers made her forget about everything she was worried about. A wave of adoration for her boyfriend washed over her, and she cupped his cheeks delicately, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

Y/N didn’t have the words at that moment, all the emotion was caught in her throat, so she did what she felt conveyed her feelings best. She leaned forward and kissed him, Theo’s lips moving against hers immediately, as if by instinct. It was so soft, so pure, light as a feather. She pulled away from him all too soon, their eyes meeting each other once again, but Theo didn’t feel like stopping. “I want to show you how beautiful you really are,” He spoke lowly, holding her hand and giving a gentle squeeze. “Please baby. Let me show you.”

He didn’t have to explicitly say what he really meant by that for both of them to know, and his request sent warm shivers through her body. She spoke only one word: “Okay.”

Theo connected their lips again, harder this time. Even with just a kiss, he wanted to pour every ounce of love he had for her in it. He would make sure that he made her feel exactly how she deserves to feel. Her hands had moved to the back of his neck, plucking at the hairs on his head, while Theo held her as close as their bodies would allow.

His fingers slid up her t-shirt slightly, brushing the skin underneath. Theo’s fingers were so cold that Y/N gasped against his lips, so her boyfriend took the chance to slip his tongue into her mouth and explore. Slowly, he lifted her shirt up further and further until they were forced to pull away so Theo could tug it over her head and toss it on her bedroom floor.

Of course, Theo wanted to marvel her brilliance as best he could, so he gripped her by the waist and moved her carefully so she was laying flat on her bed, looking up at him. “So beautiful,” he murmured, and waisted no time in resuming their kiss. His hands travelled down her sides as their lips moved in sync like a perfectly choreographed dance, and his hips ground into hers - gently still, yet hard enough to give Y/N friction where she needed it the most.

He dragged his lips to her neck, sucking and biting on the skin to create dark marks to decorate her already perfect body. Theo considered it his finishing touch to her, as he knew she needed him as much as he needed her, which was what made them so perfect. Y/N’s hands roamed his back, one leg secured over his hip to keep him close, and Theo reached around to unclip her bra. His eyes widened - he would never get used to seeing her body like this, and she wasn’t even fully exposed to him yet.

“I love these so much,” He said, lowering his head to one breast and closing his mouth over her nipple, his tongue sliding across her sensitive skin. Y/N moaned as he simultaneously kneaded her other breast with his hand. “I love this one,” He said, moving away from the one he was playing with. “And I love this one.” Theo reattached his lips to her other breast, her rapidly increasing breaths spurring him on.

Y/N’s hips involuntarily bucked up at Theo’s, and he chuckled lightly against her skin at the movement. He trailed his lips back up to her collarbone, her neck, her jaw, all while dragging her leggings and her panties down her legs as far as he could. He pulled away from Y/N’s lips to crawl down the bed until he could completely reveal her entire body. Her leggings and panties discarded on the floor, Theo looked his girl in the eyes as he placed his hands on her thighs and lightly encouraged her legs apart.

Shivering with anticipation, Y/N watched her boyfriend wide-eyed as he licked one long stripe up her centre. Her eyelids fluttered, but she couldn’t bring herself to break the intense eye contact she held with Theo, until he began to flick his tongue against her clit. Her head fell back onto her pillow, arms flying down to grab onto Theo’s hair, feeling his head moving between her legs. She moaned as he licked and sucked at her clit, doing everything in his power to make her feel good, and it was music to his ears. He soon replaced his tongue with his fingers, rubbing her clit quickly, and started licking along her core, like it was his whole life’s purpose to do so.

“Fuck, Theo,” She whimpered, and Theo groaned against her at the sound of her saying his name in such a situation. Her voice held so much vulnerability yet so much excitement, so much feeling, so much love. The vibrations against her core sent waves of pleasure racing through her, and Theo watched through his eyelashes as her back arched off the bed.

Theo removed his mouth from her core, and her head whipped up briefly at the loss of contact, her eyes wide and pleading for something, anything. Barely moment after, Theo pushed two fingers inside her, pumping them at a quick pace. Y/N moaned louder, and Theo pulled himself up so his head was level with hers, staring directly into her eyes as his fingers worked their magic. “How good does this feel Princess?”

“So good,” Y/N breathed, barely being able to find it in herself to speak. She gripped onto his biceps as he continued his work between her legs, moaning with every thrust of his fingers. “It feels amazing.”

Theo smirked slightly, content that he was getting exactly the reaction from her that he set out to get, and leaned down to capture her lips with his once again. He added another finger and picked up the pace of his actions, his mouth drowning her voice as she cried out. He kissed her hard, drawing the breath out of her almost completely, and she could taste herself on his tongue which only brought her closer to the edge.

Feeling her walls clench around his fingers, Theo moved his lips around to her ear. “Are you gonna cum?” He said, his voice rough with his own arousal. He knew the answer, but he also knew that Y/N loved to hear his voice, and it somehow turned her on even more. All she could do at this point was nod frantically, her moans and whimpers making it impossible to get the words out. Theo sped up his actions even further, trying with everything he had to send her over the edge. “Cum for me baby.”

The words uttered into her ear sent her into ecstasy, and she let go screaming Theo’s name. He watched with his mouth hung open as her body pulsed and jolted as her orgasm washed over her in waves, her cries slowing into whimpers and her contorted face relaxing into one of sheer bliss.

A few moments later when Y/N had caught her breath, she reached down and palmed Theo’s bulge through his joggers, eyes widening when she realised how hard he already was. He groaned, dropping his head to her shoulder and tensing at her touch. “N- no, baby,” He stuttered out, voice rough from the feeling. Y/N was confused as he slowly moved her hand away, tilting her head to the side in a silent question. “Tonight is about you.”

Usually she would protest and say that they both need to be pleasured equally, but she wanted him so badly that she didn’t have it in her to argue. Frantically, she yanked his head down and smashed her lips against his, tongue and teeth clashing in desperation. All she wanted was him, and she didn’t want to wait any longer.

She pulled his shirt up his body, almost ripping the fabric with her speed, and he pulled away so she could pull it over his head. She loved to admire Theo’s toned chest and stomach, so she reached her hand down to feel up his abs. She tried to look, but Theo was adamant on her being the one who was worshipped, so he dipped his head and began sucking on her neck once again, causing her head to fall back and a moan to fall from her lips.

As he painted her neck with purple bruises, Y/N reached down and played with the waistband of his joggers, fiddling with the drawstrings. Theo felt her fingers brush him and growled against her neck, hurriedly standing up to yank them and his boxers to the ground, completely exposed before her.

Y/N whimpered at the sight of him, naked and ready for her, and he crawled back over her just as quickly as he’d stood up. Theo looked at her with dark eyes, wordlessly asking for permission to treat her to just what she deserved. “Please, Theo,” She whispered, and of course, Theo didn’t want to deny her anything she wanted, especially when she asked so nicely.

The two of them moaned in harmony, jaws dropped open, as Theo pushed himself inside her, easily sliding in due to her wetness. He moved all the way in until he felt like he was inside Y/N’s stomach, pausing there as they both breathed heavily from the sensation. “Feeling better?” Theo spoke thinly, smiling at his girlfriend’s expression of pure pleasure.

“Miles better,” She replied, thrusting her hips up at Theo, making it known that she wanted more. The chimera began to move, pushing in and out of her at an ever-increasing pace, making sure she felt every single inch of him to give her the best sex possible. Y/N hands roamed his back, nails scratching at it and breaking the skin as she moaned and cursed into his ear.

“Always so tight and wet for me,” Theo groaned, his hair falling messily over his forehead as he moved. “So perfect. Every inch of you is perfect.” He sped up his movements, making sure to hit the spot that gets her screaming, and grabbed at her breast with one hand and delicately stroking her cheek with the other. “I love you.”

Theo was going so deep and fast now, Y/N was so close. Her nails dug into his back as her release approached, unable to tear her eyes away from his as they glowed yellow from the adrenaline. “I love you too,” She spoke shakily, so nearly there, when Theo kissed her hard, knowing she was reaching her orgasm from her clenching walls.

“Now,” He spoke against her lips, and as soon as the word had left his lips, Y/N screamed out Theo’s name at the most euphoric feeling she had ever experienced, shaking and quivering around him. Moments later, as she was still feeling the high, she felt Theo slow his movements as he spilled into her, his own release washing through him like a tidal wave.

After coming down from their high, Theo flopped down next to her in bed, immediately pulling her close to rest her head on his chest, which was still rising and falling. He kissed her head lightly, stroking her hair affectionately, and then pulled the covers over their bodies. He knew Y/N was exhausted, not just from their activities but from her whole week. Her breathing had slowed and he realised she had already fallen into a relaxed slumber.

Theo smiled to himself - seeing his girl finally calm with no stress lines pulling at her face made his heart soar. He hated seeing her so upset, in fact it was his least favourite thing to see in the world, so he vowed to always be the one to lift her back up again.

Theo would always be there for her: rain or shine, any day, any time. And one day it’ll be ‘til death do them part. His smile lingered on his lips as he let his own eyelids closed and he joined her in her slumber, meeting her in her dream.

[gladerscake]

Hungry Eyes

(Gally x Reader)

Requested by the incredible @ultraintrovertedgryffindor 💯 This is a little more heated than all the other imagines I’ve written so far. No smut though! So if you’re not into that kind of stuff, don’t worry, it isn’t actually in there. Enjoy!

For the life of you, you could not focus on your work. As hard you as you tried to keep your attention on what you were supposed to be doing, it was proving to be an immensely difficult task. The surplus of weeds at your feet with their urgent need to be plucked didn’t stand a chance against something much, much more interesting, just across the glade…

You leaned against your shovel as your gaze, for the umpteenth time in the past twenty minutes, traveled all the way to the builders. Well… one builder, in particular. Your builder.

A familiar warmth encompassed your abdomen with an unsurprising quickness as your eyes landed on Gally.

It has been an especially hot day, the blazing sun making more than a few gladers positively miserable as it made trudging through their workload that much more challenging. The builders seemed to be affected most of all. At some point Gally had slipped out of his shirt, and now, all you could do was watch, with bated breath and skipping heartbeat, as he lugged around massive hunks of wood like they weighed nothing to him.

Gally’s strength never ceased to amaze you. It was something you were sure you would marvel at until the end of time. Of course, his job as the Keeper of the builders demanded a certain amount of physical superiority, but holy shuck, was it something to leave your jaw hanging.

You stared, rather indiscreetly, as Gally’s mouth-watering torso glistened in the sunlight, damp beads illuminating his skin and making it appear as though he was sweating diamond dust. His impressive muscles were on full display, tensing and flexing, the prominent indents of his abs pulling your gaze in like magnets. His burly arms were also nearly impossible to look away from. A small grin crawled onto your lips as you recalled the way those same arms encompassed you in the bed of your shared hut, just earlier that morning. Your boyfriend looked absolutely breath-taking, and the exquisite sight you were currently being gifted with left you frozen, longing, and maybe just a little dazed. If you were to suddenly feel dizzy, it definitely wouldn’t be from the sun. The heat was notable, sure, but it was easy to ignore as your body was pervaded with a heat of a different kind.

“Oh, pick it up, would you?”

Newt’s slightly annoyed British lilt momentarily brought you out of your trance as you snapped your head towards him, returning back to earth. Although, you couldn’t deny, a part of you was somewhat discontent with being returned.

“Pick what up?” Your forehead scrunched in confusion as you peered at your friend.

“Your jaw. And your bloody dignity, for that matter.” Newt scoffed, a thoroughly amused grin dancing on his lips as he had clearly caught you gawking at Gally.

Just a few weeks ago, you would’ve been so embarrassed by that, you’d turn redder than the tomatoes growing in the garden, but ever since you and Gally got together, you have been feeling increasingly less bothered by these things. Why should you feel embarrassed for looking at what was rightfully yours?

You merely gave a small shrug at Newt’s teasing comment, an unapologetic grin tugging at the corner of your mouth “It’s my boyfriend. And I’ll stare if I want to.”

Newt released a hoot of laughter, seemingly not having expected you so casually brushing it off “Oh, alright! And what happens if he catches you?”

Your grin only widened, your stomach bubbling with an involuntary spark of excitement at the thought “I’m sure he’ll be nothing short of thrilled.”

Your twinkling gaze darted towards Gally once again… Only this time, your eyes met.

Your heart jumped up to your throat, your breath halting in your airways as your boyfriend stood tall, hands propped up on his hips while he looked right back at you from his working area, his piercing bluish-green eyes narrowed with palpable interest.

Clearly he had noticed you blatantly checking him out as a borderline cocky smirk etched his lips. Now, that has always been effective in bringing a blush to your cheeks. You bit your bottom lip as you accepted the wordless challenge and didn’t look away, instead responding with a playful grin of your own.

Gally chuckled, purposely flexing his abdomen and sending you a tantalizing wink, causing your cheeks to burn hotter. He knew what he was doing to you, and he was enjoying every second. He loved getting you all flustered, and you, with your pounding heart and pink-tinged skin, made it so easy for him.

Your gaze trailed over his chiseled bare chest, the heat swarming your body beginning to feel more like an ache. The urge to stride right over to Gally, throw your arms around him, pull him close and kiss him senseless, was beginning to cloud your mind… However, it was at that moment that Newt deliberately cleared his throat, forcing you to tear your eyes away from your boyfriend.

Okay, okay, enough of that, for now. You needed to get at least some work done. As yummy as your keeper looked at the moment, you didn’t want your friend getting mad at you for being too distracted.

“Sorry, Newt. I’m back. Promise!” You chuckled, internally commanding your flushed state to simmer down, the blush on your cheeks gradually dispersing, along with the foggy feeling over your head.

“You better be.” Newt shook his head “As fascinating as it is to watch Gally get you riled up from across the glade, I’m not doing all the work by myself.” He stated with an underlying scold, making you feel just a tiny bit of remorse.

“Well, I can’t always help it…” You muttered under your breath, returning your focus to the weeds you needed to pull. The thought of seeing Gally at lunch, in about an hour, graced your lips with a smile. Knowing him, he would have plenty to say to you, after what had just transpired…

-later-

The Lunch bell had rung, calling all the gladers to come grab something to eat, and you were about to make your way over to Frypan’s shack. You were finally done with this one row of carrots, falling slightly behind Newt, who had already left a few minutes prior.

You pulled yourself up from your crouching position, stretching your back and brushing the dirt off of your hands, when you suddenly squeaked, a pair of muscular arms, strong like tree trunks, wrapped themselves around your waist.

“Hey!!” Your surprised cry melted into melodic laughter as you turned your head to your captor.

Gally was grinning from ear-to-ear as he pulled you close from behind, your back pressing fully against his still bare torso, making you feel the heat radiating off of his skin.

“Hey yourself!” He chuckled, promptly dipping his head into your sensitive neck and peppering it with multiple kisses. It tickled a bit, but the feeling absolutely delighted you, as you slightly tilted your head back against his shoulder. You could feel his lips grinning against your delicate skin as he pressed a final peck to your pulse point and drew back, catching your gaze with his “Did you enjoy the show earlier?”

Of course he would lead with that. You hadn’t had a single doubt. Nonetheless, you pursed your lips, feigning confusion and batting your eyes at him. A picture of innocent cluelessness.

“Hmm? What show, my keeper? I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

Gally playfully rolled his eyes, giving your waist a mischievous squeeze “You sure about that? Because I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

You hummed, furrowing yours brows as you imitated deep thought before shaking your head “Nope. I’m totally stumped. Not a clue.”

Gally huffed, his openly flirtatious grin unfaltering “Really? So you weren’t staring at me while I was working my ass off under the scorching sun?”

You swallowed a giggle, your clueless expression paving to a little smirk, a fiery glint flickering in your eyes. Fine, you could admit to it. But that didn’t mean you would succumb to his teasing. He’d seen enough of your blushing cheeks for one day.

You feigned a dramatic gasp, pretending to be shocked and mortified “Oh no! You saw that? I thought I had been so subtle…”

Gally squeezed you tighter, holding you so close that you could feel his heart thumping against your back “Didn’t really look like you were trying to be.”

You grinned at him, his captivating eyes nearly making you forget that anything else existed around you “On second thought, maybe I wasn’t.”

Gally hummed in satisfaction. Good answer. Sometimes he still couldn’t believe your were his, and the fact that you were made him feel like the luckiest shank in the glade. His heart leapt every time you melted into him, every time you responded to his teasing with matching energy, every time you showcased that you were just as happy to be his as he was to be yours. Each loving and yearning gaze you sent his way, each brush of your fingers over his skin, each hypnotising kiss you two shared… all of it was electrifying to him, addictive, like sugar.

He cupped your chin in between his two fingers, gently pulling your face closer to his and capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

You softly moaned against his mouth as you readily kissed him back, just like you had been waiting to do all morning. Your arm reached up and wound itself behind his neck, drawing him in more and being rewarded with an approving grunt from his throat. Gally’s kisses never failed to leave you breathless, he was fantastic at it. You didn’t care that you didn’t have anyone to compare to. You didn’t need to try anyone else to know that he tasted the best.

You whimpered as Gally’s teeth temptingly grazed your bottom lip before he pulled back, licking his lips as he gazed down at you with a near-predatory glow in his eyes. You felt a shiver crawl up your spine at the sight of his dilated pupils and slightly reddened parted lips. He looked so mesmerising…

Despite your body screaming at you not to, you attempted to wriggle out of his tight grasp, the sound of other gladers chattering in the distance reminding you that it was lunch time.

“Don’t get me wrong, I could do this all day, but we really should be heading over to Frypan’s. Aren’t you hungry?” You smiled, tracing your fingers down his jaw, the loving touch doing the opposite of making him want to pull away from you.

With an irresistible smirk, Gally finally whipped you around in his arms, so that you were facing him, his large hands latching onto your hips as he whispered against your lips “Oh, I’m hungry alright… Just not for lunch.”

You yelped as your feet suddenly left the ground, Gally’s strong arms engulfing you and leaving you no choice but to wrap your arms and legs around his glorious half-exposed body and hold on tight.

“Gally!” You halfheartedly tried to object, biting back your excited grin “What are you doing?”

The builder snickered, deeply, already turning in the direction of the Deadheads as he held you impossibly close, a devious spark flashing in his eyes.

“Staring like that can get you in trouble, baby. Guess you’re about to find out…”

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