#I wanted to draw all of these but I can't keep distracting myself from the comic lol

[torra-and-the-toons]

How Every Character Views Torra: 

If you haven’t been keeping up with me, I’ve thrown my weird Tiger Fursona Self-Insert/OC into the cul-de-sac as an actual 8ft walking, talking tiger and well, here is what the other characters think of her!

Ed – Big Fluffy Friend. Not at all bothered that she’s a literal fucking tiger and doesn’t even bat an eye that she speaks. She is his friend in mischief, they share the same brain cell.

Edd – Completely and utterly flabbergasted by her existence. That is a Panthera Tigris, a man-eating beast! A towering tiger who walks and talks like a PERSON!... Sometimes. Why is no one else freaking the FUCK out?! He absolutely MUST get to the bottom of this asap. Scared shitless that she’s going to eat him in his sleep one day.

Eddy – Completely nonchalant. Doesn’t believe for a second that she’s a real tiger (despite the overwhelming evidence otherwise) just a REALLY dedicated fur-suiter. She was useful for ONE scam where he charged the other characters to pet a tiger, but now she won’t leave them the fuck alone. At least she keeps the Kankers at bay…

The rest under the cut for length

Kevin – Literally doesn’t want to know how the Eds managed to get their hands on a tiger, but somehow gets roped into their shenanigans anyhow. She’s fun to race with at any rate.

Rolf – His only gripe with her is that she scares his livestock when she’s near his house. He seems otherwise to be used to half-beasts of lore running amok in the wilderness, he’s just glad she’s not his family’s sworn enemy: the wolfman.

Jonny – Probably the only other person besides Edd who is wary of her. He thought she was cool for a whopping five seconds before Plank planted the seed of doubt. Now, Jonny is certain that Torra is controlling their every move, everything they say and do. Have YOU ever heard of a tiger who could speak? Who dresses in clothes and walks about on two legs? Where did a tiger even come from out in these wild suburbs in America?! There’s no zoo around! Something is up with her, and he doesn’t like it one bit.

Jimmy - Giant stuffed animal? YES PLEASE!! Jimmy sees Torra for the gentle heart she truly has and isn’t scared of her one bit.

Sarah – Mostly follows Jimmy’s lead, but doesn’t much care for her. She isn’t scared of her, just… indifferent.

Nazz – The only person in the entire cul-de-sac who can’t see her. Who is Jimmy playing with? Why is Kevin racing with an imaginary car? Did she just see Ed float by? What’s going on here?! Who is this Torra? But nobody can prove her existence because Nazz doesn’t believe in tigers. They’re mythical creatures, like unicorns.

 The Kankers – Absolutely terrified. She guards the other characters fiercely from their onslaught of lust. She is their guardian, and as such takes her job very seriously. No Kankers today, thanks.

 Bro – He literally better start praying that Torra never finds him because when she does, she won’t be able to suppress her wild instincts to kill.

[sugurouge]

TEA MY LOVE I HAVE A REQUEST. And I know you are the only one I trust with this cause I know you’ll kill it maybe a little nsfw drabble of Tattoo Artist!Endo (or Togame whoever you’re feeling) fucking you in his shop after giving you a sternum tattoo? (Or like any tattoo it doesn’t matter I just peg him as a boob guy lol) He’s just starting down at you, one well placed whimper of pain has him snapping. OKAY I LOVE YOU BYE 🏃🏻‍♀️💨

listen, listen, THANK U SO MUCH IM HONOURED TO HAVE YOU BE MY FIRST EVER WIND BREAKER REQUEST!! BUT as if i could think about togame if you bring endo up first. i couldn't make him fold right on the spot, he somewhat tried to be a professional (or i just like to make him suffer)! but thank you so much for your trust and i hope i don't disappoint <3 i also can't shut up so forgive me for the length

— sickly sweet : tattoo artist!endo yamato x f!reader

summary: you heard about a great tattoo artist online. his reviews were astounding, almost too good to be true. but the shared images of his works convinced you to enter his shop. even more handsome than transferred online, endo welcomes you in, open and down to fulfil your request on the spot. he needed to stall some time anyway. but he didn't expect to be this affected by a pair of boobs and pretty whimpers

wordcount: 1.3k

content warnings! smut, pet names like angel & sweetheart, unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism, obviously you're getting tattooed so there will be mentions of needles and blood, don't try this with your tattoo artist

Customers like to stare at Endo's exposed body, at the tattoos decorating his skin. And he loves it; he practically basks in the attention. So, seeing your curious eyes roam over his arms, shoulders, and neck really shouldn’t distract him. You’re here to get a tattoo in a rather painful area of your body. Placed beneath him on the tattoo lounger, fighting like a brave soldier. You want a pretty tattoo, so you’ve got to be good for Endo to work his magic.

Yet, he keeps thinking about how you jerked beneath his touch when he placed the stencil on your skin, when he fixed up the lines by drawing on your chest. He made sure you were comfortable, even taping the fabric of the towels in place, should your arms grow tired of protecting your tits from his hungry, concentrated stares.

You can see the heavy swallow in his throat, see the way his brows furrow behind his curls. The handsome guy tattooing and touching you all over is really the only thing that keeps you from crying out loud.

Neither of you expect the adorable whimper that slips past your lips as Endo’s hand rests on your chest for stability. The needle just hit a sensitive spot. “I-I’m sorry,” you stutter, trying to act cool, tough.

Fuck, you’re so cute. He shakes his head, fighting his inner demons, struggling to stay professional. Thank God he covered half of his face behind a hygiene mask. “No problem,” he murmurs. “I know it hurts like shit; got one myself.” Your little hum in response is nearly as heavenly as your whimper. Please, whimper again.

Endo presses his feet into the ground, forcing himself not to bop his leg. Yeah, he needs a break; he can't think straight, can't ignore the weight of his cock in his jeans. But he's almost done, so close to finishing up and shooing you out of his shop. “Nearly there, sweetheart,” he says, the pet name escaping before he can catch himself, eyes widening. Thankfully, you’re too distracted by your own embarrassment and pain, mumbling "yeah" once, twice, as your thighs press together.

Your eyes follow a drip of sweat that runs along Endo’s neck, gaze hungrily dipping beneath the fabric of his tank top as he bends forward a little more. If you grabbed his hair, you could pull his pretty face right into your tits. Endo finishes up the last line, perfecting the tattoo with one final stinging pain he held for the end. Your toes curl in response, teary eyes rolling in their sockets as you spoil him with a pleased little moan, pain and lust clouding your mind.

Did you hear the curses beneath Endo’s mask? He hopes you’re too distracted to notice his eyes clouding with lust, pupils widening as he watches the jiggle of your tits with your heaving chest. The tattoo gun rests on the side table; he should go ahead and wipe your body clean. He really should get moving. He definitely needs to wank one out after you finally leave.

“Gonna clean you up, ‘kay? ’S gonna be cold,” he warns lowly. And come on, he has to reward himself a little. He has to lose the little strips of tape before he cleans your sternum, wiping off the mixture of blood and ink. One hand rests against your rib, thumb grazing your right boob ever so teasingly as his right hand cleans your skin. You hiss at the sensation, your hand flying up to cover your sounds as you bite into the side of your finger. “Almost finished, angel.” This has to be how he got this insane rating on the internet, you think, nodding your head up and down to his reassurance.

And when your eyes meet, he wonders: Do you do this in purpose? Look so desperate for cock? What do you want him to do? Why is it so fucking hot in here? Endo’s eyes flicker from your freshly tattooed skin back up to your eyes. He presses the protective cover on top of your tattoo, his warm hand rubbing along your chest as he finally frees himself from the mask, carelessly dropping it on the table. It’s unfair how handsome he is. It’s unfair how you lean into his touch. It’s easy for him to slip off the covers from your tits and cup them with his hands. His lips attach themselves to your skin, kissing along the bouncy flesh until he can suckle on your nipples, it’s cute how you suddenly fight back your sounds and your eyes fall shut upon the sensations. He totally deserves a five-star review.

Your fingers card through his locks, holding him close. You wouldn’t want him to stop now. Endo moves on top of you; confident in how much the lounger can handle. “Not sure which one of us eye-fucked the other harder,” he whispers in your ear. You can hear the grin on his lips. “But I for sure need to hear you moan for me now.” With that, he lets you feel just how hard you’ve made him, grinding down against your cunt as his kisses reach your neck.

“D-do you sleep with all your customers?” The silly question has him chuckle into the crook of your neck before he busies himself with pulling down your skirt, making short progress of your panties at the same time.

“Would you fuck all your tattoo artists?” Endo shoots back with a smirk on his lips, challenging you with that gut-wrenching eye contact again. He teases your clit, dips his fingertips into your begging hole only to pull back. Do you know how hot you are when you part your lips like that? When you crease your brows into this little look of utter bliss?

It is nearly impossible to quip back a witty reply. “Only if they were hot,” nothing but a distracted mumble as you yearn for satisfaction only he can give you now. “Why, thanks, angel,” Endo chuckles, “but enough small talk.”

Your legs are pushed apart by his gloved hands, pressed against your sides to be on display for him. You weren’t prepared for his cock to impact your pussy like this, not ready for the delicious stretch he overwhelms you with as your nails dig into his tattoos. You writhe beneath him, the shyness gone and replaced by filthy moans and curses mixing between your lips while Endo fucks you hard. Your mouths crash together in lust as you pull him in deeper and deeper. Don't mind the creaking of the lounger, relish in the panting of your tattoo artist, and enjoy the sensations of his gloved hands digging into your thighs as he laps at your tits.

The slapping of skin bounces off the walls before the chime of the bell rings through your body, your pussy gripping like a vice around Endo’s cock in shock as his hand comes up to cover your mouth. Not right now. He couldn’t possibly stop fucking you. “We’re closed for the night!” he yells toward the front of his shop, his hips unrelenting in pushing forward into you. You see the strain in his body in the way his veins pop underneath his skin, fighting his own noises as he waits for an answer from the visitor. Yet, no reply ever meets his ears.

But the pawing of your hands lures him back to focus on you, to bury his face in your tits and drown his moans with your body. He’s chasing the high, eager to get drunk on you. His fingers circle your clit, pinching and toying with the bundle of nerves, making you moan into Endo’s hand. So ready to topple over the edge, your body arches to feel the tip of his cock move right against that sweet spot inside your gummy walls, unravelling beneath him. It’s adorable how perfectly you respond to every touch. With one final, deep thrust, Endo sends you over the edge, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crash over you. Your moans are addictive.

“I always knew you fucked your pretty customers...” a sudden, unexpected voice teases. Right, there was never a second chime of the bell. Endo curses into your chest before pulling back, never stopping his shallow thrusts into you as he straightens himself to meet a pair of golden eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous?” Endo fires back, pinching your clit at the right moment to ensure Chika hears the pretty whines that started all of this as they both wear a knowing look.

dividers by @/cafekitsune

[thefirstlioveyou]

how the van scene confirms mike's feelings - the framework & editing

i noticed something while editing a compilation of mike staring at will lovingly (because bless finn's amazing acting) and suddenly found myself analysing the editing choices/shots from the van scene (will’s monologue).

i found this scene doesn't only confirm will's feelings for mike, but mike's too.

what exactly makes this scene confirmation of mike's feelings besides the brilliant acting? it's the perfect cinematography and editing. ST's cinematography has been one of its greatest strength's, in my opinion at least. they know how to move the camera perfectly to tell us exactly what a character's thinking. the editing is also perfect.

**for this post, i won't be bringing up the lighting work or acting (at least not much) because it's something that's already acknowledged a lot.**

in the van scene, we are only able to really realize mike's feelings because of its choice of shots - specifically two subtle shots.

first shot:

every shot of mike during the speech had will still in the corner. unfocused, but still there. (minus the rear mirror and window shots)

except for one...

the editing work is one of the main keys to what makes this scene so intimate besides the great acting. the way it goes back and forth between close ups is meant to display tension/intimacy. they keep swinging between the both, almost telling the audience to pay close attention. there's something happening that isn't being said. the editing choice inflicts a feeling that rest of the world is gone - it's just them. (which is often what you typically feel when there's raging chemistry between you and someone else)

then they throw this one shot in, which subtly parts mike away with this conversation. he is distracted by something else..

the fact this one stands out different from the rest is important. will could still be seen in the other shots while showing mike is focusing deeply on what will is saying. then suddenly, just for one shot, will isn't there anymore. it's just mike, nervous and breathless. this is telling us that mike is no longer paying as much attention to what will's saying, but more on what he himself is thinking.

despite this being such a minor thing that is easy to dismiss, it changes a lot if you would've just framed it like the rest. not only would it get repetitive, but there would be nothing to take from the scene [visually] other than the fact mike is focusing on what will's saying… and sure, enjoys looking at his lips a lot. but, when you really think about it, the inclusion of this shot is what actually confirms finn's acting is intentionally romantic. the editors wanted to give the audience this one specifically framed shot of mike to draw your attention from what will's saying, to start wondering what mike is thinking.

and if you haven't already caught onto all the lip staring and quick glances, he’s thinking about will.

second shot:

there's one other shot that confirms it, too - the shot with jonathan and the rear mirror. this happens twice.

referencing back to what i said earlier about how chemistry between you and another can feel like the world shuts out and it's only you two, despite that being how it feels, it’s the exact opposite - everyone notices it. people around you can also see that chemistry. though.. it's only noticeable when it's truly real.

this is the point of the rear window/jonathan shot.

jonathan is noticing a shift in their relationship. he notices not only will's feelings, but mike's too. will is turned away, mike is looking at will - something will can't see. will story-wise believes his love is unrequited... when it's clearly not to the audience (or jonathan in this case).

this rear window shot is included to confirm to the audience that it is exactly what we're thinking - there is something romantic going on, there is electricity. so much so that other characters are catching on themselves. it isn't just a pretty shot. if it were, jonathan wouldn't have been included, and it wouldn’t be there two different times. filmmaking is precise, never forget that.

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filmmaking (cinematography in this case) is so powerful and complex. any slight adjustment in editing or choice of framing can change the story you are trying to tell.

so all in all, byler endgame

[enviedear]

is it real ⟶ anakin skywalker

description ⌙ it's easier to hate him than it is to be honest in how much you care for him, but anakin makes a mission of making hating him near impossible. pairing ⌙ anakin x fem!reader warnings ⌙ saber graze, tending to a wound, a petty argument, a little angst. word count ⌙ 2.8k

— request | masterlist

totally inspired by this masterpiece of a song that i can't get out of my head. it's so ani coded i had to indulge.

"there's a med-pack by the table." anakin's voice is soft, enough so to distract slightly from the searing pain emitting from the saber graze at your ribs.

"can you, fuck, help?" you barely make it to his bed before your knees give.

at your falter he rushes to you, eyes wide, "c'mere, let me see."

you don't fight him when he rips your tunics off, exposing the large gash at your ribcage. you take in a breath at the sight of it. far larger and worse than you had previously thought.

"obi-wan was right," he grabs for the med-pack before kneeling down to you, "you have to stop trying to fight all on your own."

you want to roll your eyes, you want to smack him upside the head. for as long as you've known the boy, he's had an annoying tendency of fretting over you, acting as though you were delicate.

when you were younger, it was easier for you to accept such behavior. but as the two of you grew, it became far harder to ignore the way his kindness caused your mind to drift toward something utterly wrong. friendship had since turned into acquaintanceship.

it was so much easier this way.

"says you, skywalker." your voice is gritty, watching his mechanic hand begin to clean the wound.

he ignores your irritation, "maybe if you'd let me help you—"

you interrupt him, eyes narrowed, "i'm letting you help right now, aren't i?"

his hand stills for a second before continuing its work, "you know what i mean."

you're not sure you do. in truth, there could be a million things he could mean. you rarely lean on your fellow jedi, especially not anakin. not when being around him makes your heart race faster than a speeder.

you try to avoid him as much as possible. you'd rather eat at a crowded table than with him at his empty one, rather fight a group of enemies alone than beside him, rather keep your thoughts locked away in your own head than divulge them to him.

for as great and divinely chosen as he was in others' eyes, he was a lingering distraction for you. his gaze is etched into your mind, and you find it frightening how much you draw up the vision.

if you're the means, he will always be your end.

"it's not that bad, i've seen you take worse." you try to steady your voice as you speak.

his non-dominant hand finds its way to your bent knee, sending a shock throughout your body, "doesn't mean you have to." you waver slightly at his words, zoning in on the way his lips quirk up at the sentiment.

rolling your eyes, you grab for the bandages and gauze, "i can do the rest myself."

he draws away from you but you can feel him watching you. you can tell he wants to say more— wants to press you further.

you try to ignore the way his presence affects you as you wrap your wound. it's easier that way, to brush him off. maker forbid you ever gave him the notion that you feel the way you do.

if he knew— he'd be on you like ants to honey, all-consuming. anakin was devotional, it was a flaw you enjoyed pointing out to him. you'd mock him for it, calling it the opposite of the jedi way. because it's easier to pick fun at the attribute than to imagine the way it would feel to be at the receiving end of such a trait.

it'd be sacred, surely.

you finish dressing the saber graze and hold tight to the fresh application before grabbing your tunics. it's a painful struggle to put them back on, and you wince at the stretch you have to do to pull them back over your head.

anakin, now leaning against his door, watches you in condemnation, "it wouldn't hurt so much if you just let me help you, y/n."

you make your way toward him, "i'm fine. now, can you let me leave."

he glowers at you, "no."

"what do you mean, no?" your eyes slim.

"i want you to be honest for once," he clenches his jaw before continuing, "i mean, i’m trying to help you, and you act like a brat. what's your problem?"

you stare at him, feeling frustration bubbling up inside you. he is so adept at getting under your skin and making you feel things that are far better left unexplored.

"my problem?" you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. "my problem is that i'm sick and tired of being treated like a child by everyone around here. including you."

anakin's eyes widen in surprise for just a moment before they darken with anger, "i treat you like an equal, you know that." he spits out through gritted teeth.

"you don't!" you exclaim, the dam finally breaking inside of you. "you act like i can't handle anything on my own."

"that's because half the time it seems like-"

"like what?" you interrupt him, taking a step closer despite yourself.

"like…like maybe sometimes," his voice softens as he speaks now—almost pleadingly, "you could use some help."

you take one hand and shove him against the door, fingers digging into his robes, "i don't need your help. i don't need anything from you," you watch him sneer down at you, "and if you want honesty, then the truth is that i'd be far better off without you trailing around me all the time."

he gives an unamused laugh, "you know what i think?"

you don't dignify him with an answer prompting him to go on, "i think you shut down because you're scared," he grabs hold of your wrist, pulling you even closer to him, "i can sense it, you know. every time i see you all that radiates is fear. you're not even strong enough to hide it. what are you so damn afraid of, y/n?”

you pull away from him and shoot daggers before shoving him out of your path and exiting his room.

you rush to your own room, heart thudding in your chest. you attempt to stop yourself from thinking any further on what had just happened. sitting on the edge of your bed, you take deep breaths before burying you face in your hands. he was right—you were scared; scared of opening up and admitting how deeply you've grown to care for him.

he was beautiful, tragically so. and off limits in ways that made your chest feel heavy. you've tried to forget the way he makes you feel for years now. you've tried to tell yourself that what you feel isn't real. it can't be, not when you've sworn an oath against such notions.

yet, he remains a pertinent figure living in the back of your mind. a fantasy you indulge solely in the safety of seclusion.

the evening drags along slowly, and you take note his absence at dinner. his usual seat left empty, causing you to worry for him. it's futile to try and stop the obvious impact he has over you, especially after the fight.

he has a way of sowing himself indelibly to you.

though he remains so obvious in his fruitless kinship for you— you do the contrary. you keep your worries to yourself, and in the times you've been anything other than unemotional to him, you've reacted before thinking more than you care to admit.

you were mean, and even if he'd never know, it did hurt you to act in such a way. especially when all you really want is to see those blue eyes looking down on you with a loving gaze.

you push your food around on your plate, lost in thought, only to have a warm hand on your shoulder.

looking up, you find obi-wan, eyebrows drawn together is deliberation.

you try and push your thoughts away, masking your fears, "yes, master?"

he removes his previous look, replacing it with a soft smile, "y/n, i wanted to make sure you were okay. you took quite a blow today."

you have trouble meeting his eyes, "i'm fine master, just a small cut."

he lets his hand drop, "of course. i hope to see you for meditation tomorrow morning. it just may be of service."

he's gone before you can reply, leaving you alone with your unwanted dinner and thoughts.

hours pass by without you noticing them go. you attempt to train but your practice moves fall short. until, finally, it's late enough that even one of yoda's animated lessons couldn't keep someone from seeking sleep.

you make your way back to your room as fatigue sets in. your senses full of the one thing that refuses to ease its grip over you— anakin.

the exchange with him earlier continues to replay on a loop inside your mind, making it nearly impossible to drift off peacefully. you toss and turn for what feels like hours, restlessly upset.

abruptly, loud knocks echo through your room, interrupting your silent brooding whilst stirring the half slumber you’d found yourself in.

you can sense the familiar force signature, and you know it's anakin pounding away at your door. his energy seems off, less guarded and more haphazard. the feeling of it has you tensing.

nervous, you get out of bed and make your way to the door, still feeling hints of your previous anger and anxiety. you swing it open to find him standing on the other side, breathing heavily as if he had been running.

"what do you want?" you ask, trying your best to keep your voice level.

"i'm sorry," he says simply, not meeting your eyes.

you're taken aback by his apology, not expecting it, "for what?" you ask, confused.

"for the way i've been treating you," he says with a sigh. "i've been so focused on keeping you safe that i haven't been treating you like the equal that you are. and for what i said earlier… i didn't mean it. i just wanted to get a rise out of you."

you stare at him for a moment, trying to process his words. anakin has never been one to apologize easily, and you can sense that this is challenging for him.

slowly, you start to soften towards him, "come in." you say finally, and step aside to let him into your room.

he steps in and closes the door behind him, turning to face you. "i know we fight more often than we get along," he says tentatively. "but i don't want to lose you completely. i miss you. we used to be so... different."

you feel a lump in your throat at his words. despite everything that had happened with him, you know deep down that you don’t want to lose him either. but something is still stopping you from stating your full truth.

"well things are different now," you admit quietly. "we're different."

anakin looks at you, his eyes searching your face for meaning while his mouth forms a thin line. "why?" he asks finally.

you try to find the words but all that comes out is an half-baked excuse, "because that's just what happens, anakin."

"it doesn’t have to…" anakin presses gently and takes a step closer towards you. the heat from him fills up the room making it difficult to think straight let alone answer him honestly. you look away trying to avoid eye contact. with each second that passes by, your denial seems more insufferable.

he seems to notice this and steps even closer so now only inches are between the two of you before asking, "is it because…" his voice catches as he leans in “is it because you can tell how much i care for you. how easily you've become more to me. i tried so hard to hide, y/n, but i can’t anymore.”

you're taken aback by how easily the words leave anakin's lips despite not being able to ever even think of being as honest as him.

but at his admission, something cracks inside of you, allowing you to gain confidence, “no, i never knew you felt—” you falter at the way he's looking you down, face full of anticipation, "i never knew you felt that way. i thought it was only me."

anakin steps even closer, his breath hot against your skin. "never, i've always felt like this," he confesses, his voice low and gravelly. "from the moment i met you. maker, you've had me around your finger for years, i couldn't help but fall for you."

you feel your heart race as his words wash over you, mingled with the warmth of his body so close to yours. you can't deny the attraction that you've always felt— the electricity that seemed to spark whenever your eyes met, the way your skin tingled whenever he brushed past you.

"don't say that, ani," you whisper, feeling a rush, "this isn’t right, it could mean the worst for us, you know that."

anakin takes another step towards you, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek gently. "don't be scared, i’m not," he whispers, his eyes locked on yours. "i'm here for you. whatever happens, you know that."

time seems to still as you lean into his touch, getting lost in the heat of the moment despite yourself. you can feel his words through the softness of his touch.

and then suddenly his lips are on your own— fiercely and passionately. all of your warning thoughts fly out of your head as you surrender into him.

in that moment, there is nothing else but the two of you - lost in each other's embrace and finally free to show all the attachment that's been simmering beneath the surface for so long.

but then as quickly as it came, anakin pulls away and apologizes for the sudden kiss, visibly embarrassed by his impulsivity.

he takes a step back from you in an attempt to put some distance between you while he runs a hand through his hair nervously.

"sorry," he says softly, looking anywhere but your eyes, filled with surprise and confusion.

"i shouldn't have done that." he pauses before continuing in something barely more than a whisper this time, “i just… i'm sorry."

you stand there, still in shock from the sudden kiss but unable to deny the fluttering feeling in your heart. you want to tell him that it's okay, that you feel the same way, but you can't find the words.

anakin seems to read your thoughts, his eyes locking onto yours as he steps back once again. "i know this is a lot to take in," he says, his voice gentle and reassuring. "but i just needed you to know how i feel."

you nod, finally finding your voice. "i…i don't know what to say," you admit, feeling vulnerable and exposed.

for so long you’ve dreaded the idea of anakin knowing how you felt. you’ve been so afraid of rejection, that you’ve never considered the possibility of the inverse happening.

anakin reaches out, taking your hand, sending shivers down your spine with his touch, “you don't have to say anything," he says softly. "just know that i care about you…more than anything."

the two of you stand there for a second longer, lost in each other's eyes and the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.

finally, anakin breaks the silence. "i should go," he says reluctantly. "we can talk more about this later if you want…but only if you're ready."

you nod once more, still unsure of what to say or do. as anakin turns to leave, you find yourself calling out to him.

"ani…wait."

he turns back towards you, a hopeful look in his eyes.

"i care about you too, i'm not afraid of it anymore. i just want you." you whisper, feeling a weight lifted off of your shoulders.

anakin looks at you, a mix of shock and pure elation written on his face. he doesn't say anything, he just walks back towards you, taking your face in his hands before pressing his lips onto yours once again.

this time the kiss is even more intense than before, all of the the passion and desire that you've both kept buried for all these years flaring out. your hands make their way to his chest to you pull him closer to you.

anakin deepens the kiss as he wraps his arms around you, tugging you into an embrace that will no doubt carve itself into your very soul. you can feel the beat of his heart against you, matching the pace of your own rapid heartbeats.

when he finally pulls away, gasping for air, you can't stop the smile spreading on your face.

"i've always wanted this," anakin whispers softly, his forehead resting against yours. "i just didn't know how to tell you."

"i'm glad you did," you reply softly, running your fingers through his hair. "i didn't know how to say either."

the two of you stand there for a few moments longer before anakin finally pulls away. "i should go," he says reluctantly. "i'll see you tomorrow?"

you nod, feeling content and happy for the first time in a long time. as anakin leaves your room, you lay down on your bed with a smile on your face— grateful to be the aspect of his devotion.

[choochooboss]

Submas sketchdump! Vol. 1

April-June 2022

Literally dumping all the presentable works as promised, whether I'm proud of them or not! This is where I started, even before the first thing I posted online (That subway station one). Many of these are not on Twitter yet so there's lots to see!

The top piece above the header is my very first digital Submas artwork!! I never finished it bc I didn't know how to pull my vision of as I wanted & started modeling the train and didn't finish that either, whoops! I really want to remake this later and make it super cool!

^^^ My reaction to breaking 500 likes & 100 followers in a single day with my first tweet (the battle subway one) all the way back in May!! I was completely floored by all the attention, oh how it skyrocketed my excitement and anxiety! Crazy times, I was so super nervous to be there with so many amazing artists and doubted if I could ever survive there ahahah!! Many had joined the community much much earlier than me, so I had arrived with a late train to PLA/neo Submas hype!

Next up is a bunch of stuff I haven't posted before:

One of my fav sketches! Been saving this for so long bc I really really want to finish this one day!

One of the first submas sketches with an actual story behind it! The subway bosses are running late for their flight because they didn't pass the safety check! The irony!! This would never happen as bosses are always on schedule. But Emmet hadn't noticed a wild Joltik hiding under his coat, so he set up the alarm and they got examined and interrogated of smuggling! How embarrassing for them! The bosses resolved the situation by catching the Joltik, but will they be able to catch their flight anymore?? Maybe if Elesa can distract the stuerts performing the safety protocol for a minute!

More sketchbook stuff...

In case you can't make any sense of it, Emmet's dreaming of different combinations of pokémon. Meanwhile Ingo snores louder than the train! HONK SHOO!

Top 7 every submas fan draws at some point!

Submas trademark posing

submas sleeping in a train

sad Emmet

Emmet with Joltik

Ingo with a cool solo pose

Emmet being chaotic & Ingo reacting to it

a bunch of mirrored submas poses

I sure have a full bingo card lmao, most of them you can see here XD

Next up is a sad man...

Stay strong our friends!

My typical sketchbook pages, crammed and messy as usual. x)

Post-PLA exploration:

A few examples of how my pencil sketches evolve.

I've done so much art experimenting with submas. I really like this black & white painting but I don't think I'll finish it anytime soon.

Where did you go?

The way I draw the twins' faces has changed a lot. They started with softer features and somewhat neutral emotions, because I wasn't as familiar with them or comfortable drawing them yet. Now there's hundreds of submas sketches, and they still keep evolving! My style is also kinda hard to pull off well, so their features differ from picture to picture.

This one was inspired by some submas music videos, can't recall their names anymore. The glowing eerie eyes and yellow&orange + black&white color schemes were neat!

I keep telling myself I need to draw more butlers, these twinks look so lean and neat and have more color and are posh with their monocles and have fun tailcoats!

(...why eyeglasses are not called binocles??)

I was there for the vinegar chaos. Good times!

That's all for now, I hope you got something fun out of this! Still got loads more art to share but I'll save them for another time. Next round I'll bring in my first submas comic!

[mewtwoandme]

So...a bit of a sad announcement today...I'm hoping this isn't the case, I made an appointment for Wednesday to talk to the vet to get a second opinion, but for those of you who know, I own a bearded dragon, and unfortunately the past few weeks he has been showing the signs of possibly passing away soon...He's 8 years old, gonna be 9 around Christmas if he makes it that far, so for him, he's an old lad. I'm afraid the vet is gonna tell me what I don't want to hear, but honestly, I've been preparing myself for this since he started developing issues last year. Despite that, it's still painful to think about. I've been doing what I can for him in the meantime, doing my best to keep him comfortable, though lately, he has become very unresponsive...Because of this, I have no idea where my mental state is gonna be at for a while, cause, honestly, it's now just a waiting game for the inevitable. This has already been taking a heavy toll on my emotional state, and it's been weighing on me and I've been fluctuating from being okay one day to feeling depressed or crying the next...

As far as the blog/story, I'm not sure if any of my plans are gonna change. As of right now, I don't believe they will. If anything, continuing to draw will provide a necessary distraction for me. As far as Blu arriving in December, I still intend for that to happen. However, I did mention awhile back that he'd probably arrive sometime in January if I was late on it for any reason. So don't be surprised by that happening if my bearded dragon happens to pass away between now and December. Cause I'll likely need some time away to mourn properly. No matter if it's a cat, a dog, a bird, or a reptile. Pets are just as much part of your family as your own flesh and blood relatives, and there's nothing more heartbreaking than knowing you're losing a part of your family. To me, it feels like I'm losing my baby. I know I can't compare losing a reptile to losing a human child, but the similar feelings are still very real.

Of course, I'll update you all whenever it happens, and I'll let you know if I choose to take a break during that time

[aesthetictarlos]

Adorable prompt by @shxyerahol : Buck and Tommy date night at painting with a twist. Buck is not a great artist and has a hard time keeping up with the instructor but Tommy is phenomenal (headcanon taken by the fact that Lou is a fantastic painter IRL).

I really liked writing this one, hope you like it too ❤️

Buck should've probably seen this coming, but when Tommy invited him to a date night at painting with a twist, he eagerly agreed without stopping to think of the implication of that nor the reason why Tommy was so enthusiastic about the idea of painting together.

Truth is, he loves spending time with Tommy, no matter what they do or where they go, and he's absolutely enjoying this date, too, but he's also struggling. The instructor is nice and definitely very good at her job, but Buck's having a hard time keeping up with what she says. Or rather, he understands what she says but struggles to do what he's supposed to, because he sucks at drawing and painting, and art is not his thing at all.

He's trying, okay? He's trying to follow her instructions and use the right brush and the right colour but he's pretty sure he's making a mess, even if the instructor keeps encouraging and complimenting him.

It's date night, so they're supposed to make complementary paintings and they can't see each other's paintings until the end.

Tommy's sitting opposite from him, their respective canvas in the middle, so he can't exactly see anything but his face, but he can tell that his boyfriend is perfectly at ease. He doesn't even ask questions to the instructor, he's lost in painting and there's a little wrinkle on the bridge on his nose that tells Buck that he's deeply concentrated.

It's a sight to behold, honestly, and Buck gets a bit distracted until the instructor prompts him to go on, giving him some advice. He's supposed to be painting a half-heart shaped wave, using the colours of the bi flag, and it's not that bad but he's not sure it's going to be nice either.

"I'm done," Tommy announces five minutes later, and Buck widens his eyes in disbelief.

"What? How's that possible?" He asks, frowning as he takes in his own painting. He's barely finished with the background. "I still have to paint the wave, you're cheating."

Tommy chuckles, tilting his head. "I'm not cheating, I'm done for real. You wanna see?"

"I wish," Buck says, rolling his eyes.

"You can, if you want," the instructor chimes in. "It's not really a rule that you can't see your partner's painting before you've done with yours, just something I suggest to make things funnier," she says, inspecting Tommy's canvas. "Besides, I think that your boyfriend here might be really helpful."

Buck is very, very curious now, so he stands up, rounds the table and– oh boy, Tommy has painted is a masterpiece. He's not an expert, but he can recognize a wonderful painting when he sees one, and Tommy's definitely is.

He's used the gay flag colours to paint the wave, and he's also added a lot of details that make it look real. He's stunned and speechless, and can't help but stare in awe at the canvas and then at his boyfriend.

"Baby, it's amazing. I didn't know you were so talented," he says, surprised. "You're an artist, and a damn good one."

"Uh– Yeah, I would call myself an artist. I never mentioned that but I– I paint in my free time," Tommy admits, smiling sheepishly. "I've started doing that a few months after I came back from my tour in Iraq, and it helped a lot. I've never stopped since then, it's something I really like and apparently I'm also good at that."

"You are," Buck says, squeezing his shoulder. "And it's nice that art is one of your hobbies. I'm so bad at it, but it's calming and it definitely helps to clean your mind."

"It does. It's the reason why I started painting in the first place," Tommy replies, and then stands up and pokes him in the ribs. "So, you could use some help?"

Buck chuckles, blushing as he nods. He sits in front of his canvas again, and lets Tommy guide his hand, his body strong behind his and his breath fanning the side of his face. He's even more distracted now, but he manages to finish the painting with Tommy's help and when they put their two canvases next to one another, Buck feels warmth spreading around his ribs. The painting is far from perfect, and Tommy's definitely better than his own, but it's theirs and he thinks it's wonderful.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Villain's Coffee Shop part 3

Warnings: bleeding out, gravely injured Villain, stab wounds, corrupt Superhero

"Where's your hideout? Is it close by? And does it have medical equipment?" Hero bombarded him with a barrage of questions.

"Like I would ever... kff... tell you where I live..." Villain coughed wetly, the metallic tang of blood coating his tongue.

"Shut up," Hero hissed, and the uncharacteristic urgency in her tone gave Villain pause. Why did she even care? Wasn't she going to kill him anyway?

"You are dying, Villain," Hero growled, tearing open his leather jacket with ease to get a better look at him. "These injuries are deep, and you've already lost a lot of blood. Tell me where your hideout is and I'll take you there to be treated.”

"...No hospitals?" Villain rasped in surprise.

"No hospitals," Hero confirmed. "Pretty sure you would never let me take you to one anyway, considering you're the most wanted criminal in the city."

Villain hummed in acknowledgement, but flinched with a pained hiss when Hero lifted up his shirt, examining the stab wounds. She paled, and Villain knew it wasn't good. "That bad, eh?" He croaked. He was dying, she'd said... but that couldn't be true, could it? Villain was strong... and yet... he'd never been this weak. Was he in denial? Is this what dying actually felt like?

"Are you armed?" Hero asked, drawing him back to reality.

"I'm a villain. Of course I'm armed."

"What did I say about dropping the attitude?" Hero scolded, but Villain knew she was just trying to distract him from the pain. Hero gave him a quick pat down, confiscating every blade she found on him and tossing them aside.

"Can't risk you trying to stab me in the back," Hero rumbled. "Now. Are there any henchmen at your place I need to worry about? Or do you have anyone you can call to take care of you?"

Villain let out a weak laugh that ended in a cough. "You said it yourself; I'm a lone wolf. I don't have anyone. I'm alone."

Hero's eyebrows arched with skeptical surprise. "No teammates? Nothing?"

"Nope. Just me, myself, and I, one big... not-so-happy family..."

Hero shook her head, slipping one arm behind Villain's back and another under his legs behind the knees, effortlessly lifting him off the ground.

"Whowhoawhoa put me down," Villain hissed, startled.

"Which way to your lair?" Hero asked firmly.

"Why bother helping me?" Villain groaned, his eyes rolling back in his skull as he fought to stay conscious. "I'm just another villain to the city. No one will miss me if I die, and it'll be less trouble for you later."

Hero fell silent, and Villain forced his eyes to focus on her face, spotting the flicker of sorrow in her expression before her usual composure returned. "You can question my motives later, but right now you are quite literally bleeding out in my arms, so will you please just tell me where I'm taking you! I'm helping, so be grateful, and help me help you. I can't save you if you don't want to be saved. The choice is yours."

Villain balked. He hadn't expected that. Another surprise. But as much as he wanted to be stubborn and tough it out like he always did, he was highly aware of his blood soaking into Hero's suit with every one of his sluggish heartbeats.

He didn't want to die. Dying was terrifying, and agonizing--

"Okay," he rasped weakly, giving in. "My hideout is two alleys to the right of this one, there's a place called 'cops and coffee'. I always leave the back door unlocked. It leads to a secret back area where I keep all my stuff when I'm not running the main shop."

"Cops and Coffee? Seriously? How have you not been caught yet?!" Hero scoffed in disbelief. "Me and the other heroes go there all the time -- wait... are you the hot guy always taking orders at the front desk?!"

"Did my undying charm and charisma give it away?" Villain wheezed sarcastically, a small smile cracking his lips.

"You've been right under our noses this whole time?!" Hero gaped down at him in shock, still holding him in her arms.

Villain tried and failed to shrug nonchalantly. "What can I say, the last place I figured people would look for me is in the center of a bunch of cops and heroes in a coffee shop. It's great camouflage."

Hero shook her head and started walking briskly down the alley, muttering to herself under breath the whole way.

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[viktor-howl]

Onceler's office analysis 1/2

Okay so there's probably a LOT of posts about this already but I wanted to give my take —although this is mostly to draw his office correctly. Gotta make that office Viktorler look canon— And also show my screenshot collection because I just love his office.

(tiny little reminder that I am NOT making a deep analysis. I'm not gonna talk about things like the year in which this takes place, or the specifics about use of camera angles to signify things and so on)

Now! Before getting to the actual office, let's take a look at...

the hallway!

The first thing that I wanted to point out is how closed off it is, not even a single window, no natural light entering, as the only light source here are the red lamps. The next big thing about the hallway is the paintings, paintings of healthy truffula trees, a blue sky... Of course he has these as a way to distract himself from reality, since the actual forest is gone by this point, and the fact that the whole hallway is so closed off makes it even more obvious. And yes, we all saw the too big to fail painting of himself, but I think that's pretty self-explanatory...

I'd also like to point out the way the carpet makes space for the desk —of course Onceler's mother would have her own desk. God forbid the carpet gets on her way!—

And just look at how prominent the green is here, we'll keep seeing a lot of greens, reds and goldens, but I don't wanna rant too much here.

Next, the doors to the office!

Ah yes, the constant use of reds and goldens, specifically how expensive everything looks, fancy pants rich McGee over here. Still, I do love the use of (what looks like?) luxury red velvet for the door, which looks almost if not the same as his seat in the office. If it wasn't already obvious how rich this guy is, you must have a pretty good idea by now.

You can also see where the red carpet ends, inside the office, and— okay I can't pretend I don't see it. Can we talk about the door handles???

Dear god what is that ATROCITY?? Why is it pointing INWARDS... Every time I see it I just ask myself why? Why is it like that?? Why is it so ugly—

And finally, a look into the actual office itself!

You can clearly tell why everything is placed the way it is: Onceler's desk is in the middle of the room, and his desk is facing away from the windows. (windows? Door things? There's two pair of doors and the middle one is definetly a window.) He's purposefully facing away from the mess he's made, and there's also the fact that his seat is big enough to block his view from the outside from the main window.

We also have another painting of the truffula valley! This time, adding a river / lake. Reminds you of anything? We can also see his desk, and if you look closely, on the far left of the picture... Yep, it's a framed picture of the truffula forest! (this one is a detail that you can also see on the desk in HBCIB! If you know me from Twitter you probably saw me talking about it a long while ago) He really is in denial, or just clueless... Well, I wouldn't say he's actually clueless, but you get the idea. The rest of it is just the phone, his tiny thneedville, the computer and so on.

Here we can get a better view of the painting, as well as how the walls look outside, sharing the same toned down green as the inside—although I have even more screenshots to show that later!—

I also wanted to add this one since it's the only one so far in which the angle of the camera lets you see the other side of the doors. You can also see just how tall they are! And, may I add, I find rather... Interesting the choice of putting those velvet curtains there, when there's... Nothing. Not even a window. But, you know, the aesthetic is nice!

Here's another look at the curtain on the background, you can almost see just how far up it goes! As well as how tall the painting is!

... I just realized. There is a TEN IMAGE LIMIT. You can tell that I'm still new to tumblr, huh? I still wanted to add just how the concept art from the office correlates to the final piece in the movie, the stairs around his desk in HBCIB, the way the toned down colors make the desk, curtains and Onceler pop out more than the scene when he walked through the hallway, are you kidding?? I'm gonna have to split this into two or more posts 😭😭😭 okay everyone... Stay tuned, I might post the second part in a bit.

[lucy90712]

By your side- Jude Bellingham

I thought I had my life together I was engaged, planning a wedding and had just found out I was pregnant everything seemed so perfect. I don't know how it all went wrong so quickly I just came home from work to be greeted with a note from my fiancé saying he was leaving me because he had been cheating and felt he was more in love with the other woman. He was so kind to let me have the house that I bought and only took his things from it although he did leave the place in a mess doing so. To start with I didn't feel anything as I was so in shock but once it sunk in I haven't stopped crying. Luckily finances aren't a worry for me as I make a good amount of money so I can continue to pay all the bills and can afford everything for the baby but having no support has been hard especially because no one knows I'm pregnant as I'm still quite early on. 

All of this happened Friday so I haven't been back into work yet and I know I should probably take some time off to figure things out and give myself time to work through my feelings but I need the distraction I can't wallow in self pity anymore. Luckily today I just have a lot of paperwork to do so I'll be in my office just getting on with things not talking to the players who would definitely ask questions as to why I'm not wearing my ring. Something I didn't account for out of pure stupidity is all my co workers as soon as I arrived they asked about my weekend just to be nice but just being reminded of everything that happened hurt. One then asked where my ring was as I never take it off and I had to just lie and say I took it off for something and forgot to put it back on all while trying to hold back tears. 

When I was finally in the confines off my office I couldn't hold back the tears anymore my whole world has been turned upside down and here I am trying to act like everything is normal which is so much harder than I thought. Even my office still portrays my perfect life my pc background is of me and my ex fiancé and I have so many pictures of us throughout my office. In my desk draw I even have an ultrasound picture from my first ultrasound which made me think about the fact that my baby has to grow up without a dad which I was so against for my own kids as I know the struggle. 

As I was sobbing I thought I heard a knock at my office door but no one said anything so I just kept crying until I felt a hand on my shoulder which scared the living daylights out of me. Part of me wanted to punch whoever or whatever was behind me but instead I just jumped back and turned around at the speed of light. My soul came back into my body when I realised that it was just Jude although I still kind of wanted to punch him for scaring me so badly. That's when it hit me that Jude had just seen me crying my eyes out and I have to explain why I was so upset which only made me cry again thinking about it. Jude knelt down in front of me and tried to wipe my tears as they fell but he couldn't keep up so instead he tried comforting me to stop the tears altogether. 

It took a while but eventually I had no more tears left to cry and I was forced to try and regulate my breathing again. As I tried calming myself down my morning sickness kicked in at full force and my options were throw up all over Jude or try and make to to the bathroom so I picked the second option and ran towards the bathroom. I made it just in time and apparently so did Jude as I felt him gather my hair and hold it back while rubbing my back. He must think I'm insane as I've just cried in front of him for 20 minutes now I'm throwing up but his opinion of me is the least of my worries right now. 

"Are you ok?" Jude asked once I had stopped throwing up 

"Yeah I'm fine" I lied 

"Whats wrong and before you tell me there's nothing wrong I know there is no one cries that much for no reason" Jude said 

"I'm just going through a hard time" I said 

"Look you don't have to tell me but it might help to get things off your chest plus I promise I won't tell anyone" he said 

"Ok but be prepared it's a lot" I said 

"Friday night when I got home my fiancé left me a note saying he was leaving me for another woman that he'd been cheating on my with for nearly a year and to top it all off I'm 10 weeks pregnant with our baby" I explained 

"Oh wow that is a lot" he commented 

"I knew I shouldn't have said anything I'm sorry" I said suddenly feeling insecure 

"No no I don't mean it like that I just wasn't expecting you to be holding onto so much I don't know how you are even here right now I'd be wallowing in bed" Jude said which made me smile 

"Look I know we aren't extremely close but you confided in me and as long as you'll let me I want to be there to support you with anything you need and I mean anything if you need a shoulder to cry on I'll be there and if you want someone to beat up your ex I'm on it" he said completely seriously 

"Thank you your support would mean a lot just don't tell anyone at least not right now" I said 

"You got it I won't utter a word to anyone else until you are ready" he said miming zipping his mouth

~~~~~~~~~~

3 months later 

The last few months have been difficult but Jude has made my life so much easier. Every day after training he comes to my office usually with a snack of some form and just sits and talks with me as I work. He also gave me his number so anytime I need to talk I can call him or text him and he'll be right over no matter the time. He's been more caring and supportive in the last few months than my ex ever was throughout our whole relationship. I've come to realise that maybe this situation isn't all bad as if none of this had happened I'd still be with my ex settling for what I know now was a shitty relationship at best. He never cared for me he was just there and did what was necessary to stop me leaving but Jude has taught me that I deserve better as even though we are just friends I've enjoyed his company way more than my ex's.

Not only has Jude been there for me emotionally he has been physically present when I need him. He has come to some baby appointments with me he is too busy to make them all but he tries to be there as often as he can. The first time he came he didn't come in with me he just waited outside for me but the second time I let him come in and since then if he can make it he always comes in with me. It has been nice having someone else with me to keep me calm as they check that the baby is developing as they should be and having someone else there when I found out the gender was nice too. I think Jude was more excited than I was to find out I was having a girl I went sure if I wanted to find out but Jude convinced me as he wanted to plan an on theme baby shower for me so that I had some good memories of this pregnancy.

Today is the day of the baby shower and I haven't had to lift a finger Jude and some of the other boys have planned it all and are setting up. The party isn't even being hosted at my place Jude said he'd set everything up at his and he promised to pick me up so I'm literally doing nothing other than turning up. My morning was so relaxing I was able to spend as much time as I wanted getting ready doing my hair and makeup all nice and putting on my dress which I got when out with some friends as they insisted that I looked too good not to buy it. For the first time in a while I actually felt really good, pregnancy has been really hard on my self confidence but I must admit that I look good all done up. 

Jude arrived right on time to pick me up and he even brought me a cupcake in case I was hungry which at this point in my pregnancy I pretty much always am. When we arrived Jude made me close my eyes and led me all the way through his house back outside to the garden where I opened my eyes to see everyone already there and everything decorated perfectly. I nearly cried seeing everyone there for me I've felt so alone and like no one cares about me at times but knowing that they all took time out of their days to come here means so much to me. I made my way round and talked to everyone thanking them all for coming before Jude dragged me away and got me to sit next to a table which was stacked with gifts. Everyone had gotten me such lovely things and some essentials some of which I hadn't even thought about myself yet. Once I had opened everything from everyone Jude invited it was time to open the things he had gotten for me. He went completely overboard getting all sorts of really expensive items such as cribs, car seat, stroller he thought of it all. 

"Thank you so much Jude you don't need to get me all this in fact you shouldn't have it's all so expensive" I said 

"I wanted to you've had a hard time and you deserve nice things for the baby which I knew you wouldn't get for yourself" he said 

"Well thank you I don't know what else I can say or do to show you how much I appreciate all this" I said 

"You don't need to do or say anything I can tell by the tears in your eyes that you appreciate it and knowing you are happy is all I need" he said 

~~~~~~~~~~

4 months later 

So many people have told me to stop working and start my maternity leave but I just hit 38 weeks so I have a bit more time left and I don't want to waste my time off if the baby could not arrive for up to 3 weeks. I need as much maternity leave available for after the baby is here as possible as I'm the only one who will be looking after her and I can't bring myself to put her in daycare until she's closer to one which is when I'd come back to work. Working while this pregnant is difficult as I can't move as quickly as I used to and I have to pee what feels like every few minutes but I push through and get everything done with a bit of help from coworkers and Jude when he's around. 

This morning I woke up with pain in my lower back which isn't completely unusual but for some reason it felt different to the back pain I normally have. Despite the pain I got myself ready for work and drove to the training centre as that's where my office is. I made it to my office and started turned on my pc and started gathering the things I need for the day when I felt liquid tricking down my leg then it happened a big gush of what looked like water hit the floor. It felt like time stopped for a few minutes as I just stood there looking at the floor panicking slightly because as much as I tried to prepare for this moment now it's actually happening it's quite scary. Past me was prepared for this situation though as she brought spare clothes to the office a few weeks ago and I put my hospital bag in the car just incase. 

After a few minutes of panicking my rational brain kicked in and I got myself changed and found my phone so I could start timing my contractions. I waddled my way from my office down to the physios area of the training centre as I knew Jude would be there as he picked up an injury a few weeks ago so he's still getting treatment. My idea was to just deal with the contractions on my own for a while until I felt like I needed to go to the hospital but they were slightly more painful than I expected and I just didn't want to be alone. Jude had told me if I needed him he'd make himself available so I’m definitely going to take him up on that at least for a little while. 

He was exactly where I expected him to be but he definitely wasn't expecting to see me because as soon as he spotted me he told the physio to stop what he was doing and leapt off the bed towards me. There was a moment where he was clearly processing what must be going on as I never come and find him during the day and definitely not wearing comfy clothes like I am right now. It took him a second but it eventually he worked out why I was there and he looked just as panicked as I felt. 

"Oh my god are you ok do we need to go to the hospital?" He asked 

"First off I'm as good as I can be and two we can't go yet my waters have just broken I just didn't want to be alone" I said 

"Ok let me talk to Carlo and then we can go back to your office until it's time" he said 

"Wait do you need anything?" He asked before running off 

"Just some water please I didn't get chance to fill up my bottle" I said 

"Got it go back to your office and I'll be there before you know it" he said 

He wasn't wrong he got there just after I did although he did have the advantage of being able to run and not having to stop for contractions. As soon as he arrived he took over the timing of my contractions and let me squeeze his hand when I needed to although I didn't want to hurt him so I didn't squeeze too hard. Things started progressing a lot quicker than I expected and my contractions really started to hurt as they got closer and closer together which made it harder to stop myself from making too much noise like I had been. 

"Thats 5 minutes apart now" Jude said 

"It fucking feels like it" I groaned

"Do you have everything in your car?" Jude asked 

"Yeah my hospital bag and car seat are all in there" I replied 

"How about I drive your car to the hospital then so you can have everything you need" he suggested 

"That sounds like a good idea but when we get there please don't leave I don't think I can do this on my own" I said 

"I won't leave you don't worry as long as you want me there I'll be there but if you want me gone at any point just tell me it's all up to you but first let's get to the hospital" he said 

From the second we arrived at the hospital things went by so quickly I'm not sure that I remember everything that happened. What I do know is that I was already 6cm dilated when we arrived and things only progressed from there. I did a lot of walking around trying to let gravity do some of the work but when a contraction hit I couldn't keep going I had to grab onto whatever was nearest which sometimes was the bed and other times was Jude as he followed me around. 

When it got to the point that I was nearly ready to start pushing I considered whether I wanted Jude to stay because I really value the bond we've built over the last few months and I don't know if I want to ruin that by making him watch me give birth. My feelings for him go past that of just friends but of course he doesn't feel the same way as why would he want someone who's just about to birth another man's baby. Maybe having him stay would mean he doesn't want to see me again which would help me get over my feelings but then again I don't know if a harsh break in our friendship is what I need right now. In the end my fear of doing this alone won so I asked Jude if he was comfortable staying and to my surprise he said yes and promised he wouldn't look while laughing which definitely lifted the tense atmosphere in the room. 

All the doctors and nurses filed into the room and put my bed in the right position and put my legs in the foot holds on the bottom of the bed. Jude was stood right by my side as the nurses instructed me on how to breathe and when to push. It was definitely painful but the nurses and Jude kept encouraging me which kept me going even when I wanted to give up. All it took was a few minutes until I heard the most amazing sound of my daughter crying for the first time. There was no energy left in me to use to stop the tears so I just let myself cry and the tears only intensified when my baby girl was placed on my chest for the first time. She was just so perfect I don't think I've ever felt more love for anyone or anything in my life. Jude tried wiping the tears from my face but they were only replaced by more in just a few seconds. 

The nurses had to take my baby girl to do all of the necessary tests to make sure she is healthy which pained me as I just wanted to hold her but I know it's important. It was only then that I realised that I was still holding Jude's hand so I went to let go but he just held my hand tighter. I looked into his eyes and he too had tears in his eyes which made me even more emotional. His free hand pushed my hair back as it had become a mess over the many hours of labour I had been through. As he moved my hair out the way he leant down and completely unexpectedly his lips met mine in what was the best kiss I've ever had in my life. It was unexpected but I kissed him back pretty much straight away but he pulled away after a few more seconds. 

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that I crossed a line I'm sorry" he said 

"Don't be sorry I enjoyed it I've had feelings for you for a while I just didn't think you'd want me" I said 

"How could I not want the most beautiful girl in the world" he smiled 

"I hope you know I come with my mini me now" I laughed 

"I wouldn't have it any other way" he said 

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Skelles with a partner with ADHD

imagine, s/o wonders if they forgot something and realizes they're shaking, and then says "oh that's right, I forgot to eat". I think this scenario with Oak would be interesting, I imagine them talking and they say "what were we talking about?" and Oak "I don't remember either"

This post is for all my ADHD pals (myself included). Some of these might or might have not happened in real life lol.

Undertale Sans - That's the second time you come back home because you forgot something. He's waiting just behind the door with all your missing things and puts them in your arms. He's so used to it with Papyrus than it's quite normal.

Undertale Papyrus - How are you surviving. You were going to go to the grocery store when you both saw flashing pretty colours on a shop facade. That's ten minutes you're just staring at the pretty colours now, hypnotized. By the time you finally get tired of this, you completely forgot what you were doing, it's dark outside and all the shops are closed. Well, shit. Guess you're eating in a restaurant outside because the fridge is empty.

Underswap Sans - You were driving and got distracted, and now you're both somehow in the middle of a random forest with no idea where you're supposed to go. Blue is slowly losing in mind, and eventually, he can't take it anymore. He bursts the door open and starts running at full speed in the forest, just screaming, to calm down. You try to follow him, but then you can't find the road back to the car and decided to just sit on a rock and wait :')

Underswap Papyrus - That's the third time he whines now. Like a puppy. You're focus on a video game for three hours now. He's invisible now. Not only it's his video game in the first place but now he wants attention :( Please? Just a pet? :( He's sad boy.

Underfell Sans - He asked you three times if you had your keys before driving to your vacation place for three hours. In front of the house you rent, you start to pat your pockets, more and more distressed. Red stares at you. You smile apologetically at him. He takes a deep breath and walks behind the house. Then screams and throws bones into the wall. Before coming back, calm, down and telling you they're going back to fetch the keys.

Underfell Papyrus - He flicks you behind the head every time you lose focus. You said you would do your taxes and not let you get distracted. He's taking his role very seriously. He's just standing behind you, arms crossed. You can feel his breath on your neck. Do. Your. Taxes.

Horrortale Sans - So he followed you, not realizing you had no idea where you were going. Since you thought he knew where you two were supposed to go. It takes an hour and three times to pass in front of the same shop for Oak to ask where you're going. And you, just blinking back, saying you thought he knew where you were going. Awkward silence. After a while, you decide to call Willow to ask him where you two are supposed to go...

Horrortale Papyrus - You absolutely wanted to paint and nothing else, so Willow struggled to buy you art stuff in the shortest time. As soon as he gets home, you blink at him and just say "Oh I changed my mind, I like to draw now." Willow takes a deep breath, then turns around. FINE. If you won't have your painting hyperfocus now, he will because it was damn expensive and it's not going to waste.

Swapfell Sans - He's tired of watching you rambling and pacing so he just makes your soul blue and suddenly change your gravity. You fall on your stomach like a dying whale and can't move from the ground now. Nox sighs with relief. You're stressing him out, he needs a break.

Swapfell Papyrus - That's three times he calls you to eat. He grabs your book, climbs a chair, sticks it to the ceiling with super glue, and says you can have it again only after you come and eat. You obey, grumbling. You're not even hungry. You make two steps and collapse because you have actually no energy. Ah.

Fellswap Gold Sans - You keep moving in bed, randomly kicking him in your sleep as you can't keep your legs still. After one too many kicks, he hisses and bites your leg with all he has, which for sure wakes you up. Wine huffs and goes back to sleep like nothing happened. You're too in shock to even proceed what just happened.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - You're fighting to know who has the less anxiety today to move your ass from the couch and go to the grocery store. None of you is ready to move and procrastinate the best you can so the other goes. Coffee tried to yeet you out with his magic but you held on to him and it didn't work. Now you're having a stare battle. You sure you will win.

[smutcraft]

Little Dragon, Loose Lips | Daemon Targaryen x Fem! Reader

"I want to hear you cry out for me, little dragon," Daemon growls against your ear as his hips pick up speed. "Let the world know that I ride you, and you will take no other."

Smut ahead! 18+

Gif Credit to daenerys-stormborn

When Daemon Targaryen has a chance encounter with you during your betrothal tour in King's Landing, he is reminded of how infuriatingly indifferent you act around him. So when he learns the maesters are concocting a harmless "truth draught," he decides to take matters into his own hands and force out the truth of what you truly think of him, once and for all.

Words: ~5,000

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60314251

“May I help you, Lady Vaella?”

You freeze at the sound of Prince Daemon's voice. As always, you can't decide if the Rogue Prince is being sincere or sarcastic. Does he know you’re in the process of fleeing to your chambers before your brother Laenor can summon the first suitors on your betrothal tour? You glare at Daemon from outside the throne room, opting to say nothing in the end.

"You look like you're caught in the middle of something...intriguing," Daemon observes, quirking an eyebrow. "Do I need to repeat myself?"

At his haughty tone, you draw yourself up. "No need," you reply curtly. You don’t trust Daemon Targaryen as far as you can throw him -- none of the Velayrons do. "No need for your help, either, my prince. I'm quite busy at the moment, thank you."

"Is that so," Daemon says, clearly amused as he draws nearer. "And what exactly keeps Lady Vaella busy when the most eligible bachelors of King's Landing will soon be awaiting her presence?" Now within arm's reach, he folds his arms and lifts his chin to await your reply. "Perhaps she’s already under the thrall of someone special, hidden away from court?"

You glance anxiously behind Daemon. To your horror, you can hear the approach of your suitors. On impulse, you seize Prince Daemon by the arm and drag him around the corner and out of sight - you don’t trust him not to alert Laenor and his entourage if left to his own devices. To his credit, Daemon allows himself to be led away with his usual sinuous grace.

"My 'special someones' are none of your business, Prince Daemon,” you hiss under your breath. “Loose lips sink ships, as we say in House Valyron, and mine are sealed."

Daemon grins. "You are quite right to put me in my place, my lady. My curiosity often gets the better of me." True to form, his gaze wanders slyly to appreciate the flushed skin of your décolletage.

You’re on the verge of rebuking the prince when you hear the sound of Laenor's voice drawing closer. "Vaella?" Laenor calls out, equal parts vexed and perplexed, by the sound of it.

"Your suitors must be anxious to meet you,” Daemon says quietly, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Shall I distract them while the lady makes her escape?"

"Distract - ? You would do that?" you marvel under your breath. Your pleasant surprise is tinged with suspicion. Daemon Targaryen is not known for being particularly helpful or charitable, after all. Before you can accept his offer, however, Laenor stumbles upon the two of you.

"Ah, Vaella! Here you are, sister," Laenor says grandly, though his wide eyes betray his horror at seeing his sister alone with the Rogue Prince. "Prince Daemon was just showing you the way to the throne room, was he?"

"Indeed I was," Daemon replies smoothly, stepping aside with his hands folded behind his back. "It seems Lady Vaella had....lost her way." He bows slightly in your direction before sauntering off, leaving you behind with your disappointing entourage of prospective husbands.

*****

Unbeknownst to all, Daemon watches the throne room’s proceedings through the window of a hidden alcove at the back of the throne room. Most of the men gathered before Vaella Velayron are pompous old fools, though a younger Stark lad appears to catch her eye. Ser Eyan Stark of Winterfell is certainly the least horrible of her sycophantic options, but he is still an unbearably grim and ill-humored marriage prospect for Vaella – and nowhere near worthy of such a Velayron lady, thinks Daemon before slinking from the alcove with his hood raised.

His mind swirls with thoughts, plans, potential outcomes. How best to procure what he wants?

First, a visit to their ever-pliable king, Daemon decides. And then a visit to the grand maester.

*****

As fate would have it, you encounter Daemon again the following morning, before breakfast. Once again, you don’t see him at first - only now, instead of lurking away from the throne room, you’re pacing back and forth before the dining hall entrance. Though you don't know it, Daemon slows his approach and casts his eye along a side corridor so that you believe yourself to spot him first.

“Daemon!” you whisper urgently. As soon as a passing servant has rounded the corner and out of sight, you grip his arm and tug him away, around a different side corridor. Already the gesture feels familiar.

"Good morrow, Lady Vaella," Daemon says with an easy grin. "Did you enjoy the attention of our most eligible Westerosi bachelors?"

“One of your handmaidens has just informed me,” you hiss, ignoring his attempt at coyness, “that King Viserys plans to foist *you* off upon me instead.” You force yourself not to look away from Daemon’s face, curious as to whether he was already aware of this possibility - and his instinctive reaction to it, if not.

But Daemon's eyes merely flicker with their bottomless amusement. "Is that so?” he asks. “My dear brother seems to have quite an imagination when it comes to matchmaking." He pauses, considering you. "But what do you think, Lady Vaella? Do you desire me to be your lord and husband?"

You sweep your eyes around the room before satisfying yourself that no waitstaff linger nearby to eavesdrop.

"What *I* desire is of no consequence, as you know. Were the decision in my hands, I'd prefer a kind and gentle husband - and you'll pardon me for saying so, my prince, but you are not known for your kind or gentle nature."

Daemon snorts. "You reveal what little you know of me, my lady. You suppose me to be nothing more than the Rogue Prince, the one who is feared and whispered about in corridors. You've not considered that there's more to me than meets the eye."

At the approach of a servant, you quickly step back, keeping a more respectable distance between the two of you for the sake of propriety. At this, Daemon looks more amused than ever.

"Perhaps I could persuade you to find some enjoyment in this arrangement," Daemon continues, his voice low and husky. He takes a step closer, and his gaze slides down your form before returning to your eyes.

"You are a scoundrel, Daemon," you snap, your face coloring. "You haven't a shred of respect for any woman, have you?"

"I'm a Targaryen," Daemon replies smoothly. He takes another step, his chest mere inches from yours. "What we have is what we want, when we want it. And I want you, my lady."

You slap the Rogue Prince before you can help yourself. You cannot seem to string two words together, however, as you stand there with your chest heaving.

Daemon catches your wrist as your hand drops. He studies you, his eyes unreadable for a moment before he chuckles softly. "I think I like you more each day, Lady Vaella." With a nod and a wink, he turns away from you, releasing your wrist. "Get used to the idea, little dragon. *I* won't be so easily deterred." With that, he strides away, leaving you standing in the corridor, your hand stinging.

You breakfast in silence, your mind whirling. To your surprise, no mention is made of your new marriage prospect, and you are able to forget your worries - at least for a little while. As soon as you’re alone, you march straight to the Dragon Pit to have Duskfyre saddled. A peaceful ride along the coast of the Narrow Sea is just what you need.

Yet even hundreds of feet over King's Landing, you cannot seem to get away from the most irksome Targaryen. After an hour or so you recognize the distant shape of Caraxes, Daemon's spindly dragon, with the Rogue Prince himself astride. Curious, you lean forward, commanding Duskfyre closer. In no time you’ve come up alongside Daemon and Caraxes, coasting so closely over the water that the ocean spray mists your skin.

You raise your slapping hand in a teasing wave to the prince, your mood more buoyant now thanks to the fresh air and sun. You will not be reduced to girlish attacks or petulant sulking any longer, you decide - you will meet Daemon on whatever battlefield he chooses.

Daemon tilts his head back, grinning at you and Duskfyre. You can’t help but admire his regal confidence atop his dragon as he lifts his own hand to return the greeting. "I see you've decided to come play with the big boys, my lady," he calls out, his voice ringing over the wind.

It's true enough that Daemon is much larger than you, and Caraxes is slightly larger than Duskfyre. However, the unusual shape of Duskfyre's wings allows your dragon to twist and turn most unexpectedly. You use this to your advantage now, playfully commanding Duskfyre in High Valyrian to ambush your company by clipping a wing against the ocean's surface. You grin as the deluge of water thoroughly soaks Daemon and startles Caraxes.

Daemon's sputter of surprise carries over the water. "I see you've learned to play to your strengths!" he shouts, his begrudging laughter carrying over the roar of the wind and sea. "My lady is more formidable than I thought." He steers Caraxes higher into the air with an easy grace, a grin never leaving his face.

"And what might be your strengths, my prince?" you call in reply.

"That is only for a wife to know," he calls back, his tone teasing. He nudges Caraxes higher and banks around, waving goodbye with a flippant smile.

You are left with much to ponder in his wake. Seeing Daemon's easy companionship with his dragon has softened your in a way you hadn't expected. The bond he shares with Caraxes is obvious. Perhaps the Rogue Prince is not quite as awful as your family has made him out to be...

*****

Later than evening, exhausted from a long day of flying, you retire to a small library near the Red Keep to read before bed. You’ve barely cracked the cover of a tome about the First Men, however, when Daemon appears in the doorway with two goblets in hand.

"Would our guest enjoy a nightcap of mead before retiring for the evening?" he asks softly, his tone smooth, unassuming.

You accept the goblet he holds out to you, nodding your thanks without a second thought. "To the imprisonment of marriage," you toast, raising your goblet to Daemon's. After taking a sip, however, your eyes widen, and you hasten to add, "Apologies. What a tasteless thing to hear so soon after the loss of your lady wife."

"Fear not, my lady. The late Lady Rhea is the least of my concern at present." Daemon raises his own goblet, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he drinks deeply from it. As he sets the cup down, he continues in a low murmur, "Your thoughts, on the other hand, concern me very much.”

You match his greedy drink from your own goblet of mead, which tastes differently than it did at supper, more like honeysuckle and melon. "My thoughts?" you repeat, confused. "Whatever on?"

"The ones that dance behind those pretty eyes of yours. I imagine they're filled with desires and secrets just waiting to be discovered." You merely snort in reply, but Daemon watches you closely, with a look that’s almost…expectant. As if he’s waiting for something. "I'm afraid to disappoint you, Daemon, but my 'pretty eyes' are filled with no such thing. Unfortunately for you, I'm a very simple character. What you see is what you get."

Daemon chuckles softly, his smirk returning. "Oh, I don't know about that. But perhaps your dreams are more vivid than your waking life?" He leans closer, lowering his voice to an intimate whisper. "Tell me about the dreams you keep hidden, my lady."

You finish your goblet of mead as Daemon's last words sink in. "Why this sudden interest in my dreams and secrets?" you ask with an eyebrow quirked.

In the next breath, however, as if someone were plucking the words from your mouth, you add: "I once feigned a fever while the Grand Maester was away just so his apprentice would examine me in private."

Daemon's eyes widen slightly. Unbeknownst to you, a serum intended for a criminal trial this evening is already working its effect on you, and the prince is more than intrigued to hear more from you. "And what happened when the young maester came to check on your well-being?" he asks, his voice huskier than before.

"I undressed under the covers and pretended to be only half-awake when he arrived," you continue without hesitation. What in the seven hells is happening?

"And then?" Daemon prompts, his voice thick, his eyes unwavering from yours.

Another torrent of damning words escape your lips: "I saw him grow hard. But he was a man of infuriatingly high scruples and left without touching me as I desired." Your face reddens further as you continue, "Afterward, I dreamed of him giving me a sponge bathe and granting my release with only his fingers. Since then I still grow wet whenever he attends to me with the Grand Maester."

“Do you now," Daemon's voice deepens as he processes your words, his eyes fixed on your flushed face. "What else do you dream about during the night?" His hand reaches out to brush against your exposed arm.

You jump at his touch as if shocked. Laying eyes on your goblet, suspicion dawns much too late. "I dream about you, my prince.” The words pass your lips you with a jolt. You immediately brace your hands over your mouth to prevent any more from escaping.

"And what do I do in these dreams?" Daemon asks, his voice huskier than ever.

You merely shake your head and spring to your feet to get away from him. But Daemon shifts and easily blocks your path, looking almost predatory in the way he towers over you.

He moves closer, leaning down to whisper into your ear. "You may as well speak plainly. There's no use resisting me now." His fingers gently brush against the backs of your hands, attempting to pry them away from your mouth.

You give a muffled cry of anguish and attempts to dart around Daemon, the color high in your cheeks. You keep your hands clenched tight over your lips, which are already trembling, on the verge of revealing all. You’d sooner die than admit to the fantasies you’ve harbored about Daemon Targaryen.

Daemon grabs you by your arm, pulling you back into his grasp before you can escape. "Vaella," he growls low in his throat, the intensity of his gaze burning through yours. Clearly, he’s determined to learn your secrets one way or another.

You do your level best to squirm free from his grip, but with your slight frame, you’re simply no match for Daemon's height and brute strength. He seizes your forearms in his hands and looks in your eyes, relishing your anguish before forcing your hands to your sides.

"Oh, by the Seven, Daemon," you groan. "I've dreamed of you, of us..." You breathe in frantic gasps, fighting to regain control over your speech, but it's no use. "I dream of us...doing things...that would shock even the lowest whores of Flea Bottom."

Daemon's grin widens as the words spill from your lips. "Tell me," he breathes, moving closer until he's almost nose-to-nose with you, the front of his breeches stiffened. "You'll have to share all of your dreams with me, my lady. I won't rest until you do."

You shudder and speak with your eyes unable to raise above Daemon's chest. “I was once in disguise on the street of silk when I heard two women speaking of the Rogue Prince's prowess with his tongue, and that night I - "

You press your face into Daemon's chest before your last words can be heard.

But Daemon only tightens his grip your shoulders and smiles wickedly before kissing the top of your head. "Fear not, Lady Vaella. I daresay you'll enjoy your confessions."

With this, he forces you against the wall of the library, leaving you with no more options to stifle your speech.

"I pleasured myself with thoughts of your face between my legs," you blurt, your face a mortified red. "And I dreamt of you lashing me to the bedpost, when another prostitute spoke of you restraining her.”

Daemon's eyes darken at the mention of his whorish escapades. He moves closer still, his body now pressed against yours, his desire palpable. "Good girl, making these confessions to your prince. And when I take you, my lady," he growls in your ear, "I'll show you how much better I can make you feel than any of my whores ever have."

"I want it," you gasp. "Gods help me, I want you to bar the door and consummate our marriage before it's begun."

A feral grin spreads across Daemon's face. "A promise I can keep." He leans in and seizes your mouth in a brutal kiss, his hand sliding up the inside of your thigh as he takes control, leaving no doubt about his intentions. You melt into his touch with a grateful moan. To your horror, however, whatever strange draught he’s given you isn’t losing its potency.

"I have other dreams of you," you gasp, "that shame me. I cannot bear to share them. I want - "

You shake your head furiously, gnashing your teeth.

Daemon's grip tightens on your thigh as your words falter. He nips at your bottom lip before pulling away, his eyes filled with an intensity that borders on menace. "Come now. There is no shame in fantasy,” he says, pressing his body against yours, his voice a rumble that sends a thrum of pleasure to your core. "Tell me the whole of it, little dragon."

In one last final attempt to keep your secrets unspoken, you lean forward to capture Daemon's lips in another kiss. But the prince pulls away, grinning darkly, with each frantic attempt. Already he can see your lips wavering.

"You've dreamt of being at my mercy, haven't you?" Daemon presses on, his hand drifting up your thigh, his fingers teasing the edge of your skirts.

"Often," you confess with a sound of purest longing. "Those dreams are most depraved, my prince. I have pleasured myself at the thought of you examining my body at a brothel house, as if I were a purchase to be enjoyed no longer than an evening. I have thought of you parading me about while I'm naked for the amusement of your drunken comrades on the city watch."

Daemon inhales deeply as you make your confession. "You enjoy the thought of being my property, don't you?" He moves closer to your ear, his hand stroking along your thigh, making you quiver. "Why don’t you tell me how I ought to use my property.”

"I want you to spread my legs and drive me incoherent with lust. To inflame and refuse me with every touch. I want you to ignore my pleas and lay me low in my desire until my body is just another of the Rogue Prince’s many cheap playthings.” You are trembling by the end of this confession, overcome with shame and humiliation. You cannot bring yourself to meet Daemon's eyes. What if this is all a jape? Your heart drops at the thought of Daemon laughing at you and sending you from the room in tears.

Instead, Daemon’s hand slips higher under your skirts until it finds the damp patch of fabric he’s searching for. He grunts with something like approval as he teases you through the fabric, making you hiss and buck against him, your eyes still downcast – until his thumb rubs gently over your clit. Only then do you lift your gaze to meet his. Daemon meets your gaze with a intensity that promises everything you’ve dreamt about, his thumb working a new magic against you through the fabric.

"Your prince will see it done,” he says, as if making a threatening vow.

And then his fingers slip beneath the final clutch of fabric, to your slick folds. He circles your entrance with a deftness borne from experience, his eyes still locked with yours. Your breath intermingles as he whispers against your lips, "Soon, little dragon. Soon you will be the prince’s plaything in more ways than even your whorish mind has conceived of."

You groan in reply before pressing your lips hungrily against his. "I want to taste you, Daemon - "

"And I want to devour you, my lady.” With a crooked twist of a smile, Daemon kneels before you, his eyes never leaving yours.

At the sensation of his breath against your skin, you cry out before you can help yourself. You fear what the servants will say if anyone rushes into the room at the sound, but Daemon only grins, if anything. His lips trace a path from your inner thigh to the apex of your thighs, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The scent of your arousal fills his senses, and he smirks wickedly before lowering his head further. His tongue circles your honeyed entrance before he fully buries his face between your thighs, nosing at your clit. Your back arches in response, your moans growing louder with each stroke of his skillful tongue.

"Daemon," you cry out, writhing. But as you writhe, Daemon stops.

"Be still for your prince,” he commands in High Valyrian, "or you will regret it."

Daemon resumes your torment with renewed vigor, his clever tongue driving you closer and closer to the edge with each expert touch. But just as your body trembles, signaling your impending orgasm, Daemon removes himself from between your legs and stands. With a simple jerk of his chin, he signals that you’re to move to the daybed in the far corner of the small library.

You clutch at the dress falling from your shoulders. Your dignity is in tatters, Gods be good, but still you cannot help yourself from complying with Daemon's silent command by slinking silently to the daybed. You cannot remain entirely quiet as you kneels at its center, however.

"I wonder," you say silkily, "whether my prince would like any more mead.” You gesture to the remains of your goblet on your desk and watch as Daemon considers your request, his expression unreadable. "Go on, my fearsome dragonlord," you say in your most honeyed voice. "Allow me to hear your darkest dreams, as you've heard mine.”

You watch eagerly as Daemon approaches the desk and twirls the cup in his hands. “If you like,” he says only, draining it all at once until nothing is left. He tosses the empty container aside with scarcely a grimace, despite having downed the equivalent of nearly half a bottle of wine. As a result, the effects seem to take hold of him more quickly.

His eyes lock on yours once more as the serum takes hold. He returns to your side with a primal slowness, his voice dark. "I dreamt of having you beneath me the moment I first set eyes on you, my lady.”

His eyes never leave yours as he unbuckles his belt and pushes it to the side, revealing the shape straining against the fabric. He leans in to nip at your breast while his hand slides under your skirts to spread your folds. Your hands grasp at the arm of the daybed as he moves south to nip at the skin beneath your breast, along your ribs, and along the edge of your lower hairline. And then Daemon's fingers are teasing the boundary of you, dipping in and out of your wetness as he nips at your flesh, his breath hot against your skin.

Only when he sees you on the verge of cresting the clouds again does he push inside.

The size of him is a shock. Inch by inch, he fills you in a way you’ve never been filled before. “My lady is even tighter and wetter than I imagined when I first kissed her hand,” Daemon jeers through your bliss.

You can only moan in reply and press your forehead to his. "What do you want of me, Daemon?" you pant, reveling in the knowledge that he's now under the same spell as you.

Daemon thrusts into you, groaning with each motion. "I want you to cry out for me, little dragon," he growls against your ear as his hips pick up speed. "Let the world know that I ride you, and that you will take no other."

You hiss with satisfaction as Daemon slides in up to the hilt. "Daemon," you cry out, loudly enough for someone to hear if they happened to be passing the room from the outside, and then louder still, as Daemon moves to pulls you astride him. He grunts in approval while you find your rhythm, his hands gripping your hips. "Tell me you want me to breed you," he orders, his voice hoarse as his gaze drifts from yours to admire your expanse of bare skin. "Say it.”

You groan as you ride him, meeting Daemon thrust for thrust. "I do want you to breed me, my prince," You gasp in his ear. "I want you to fill me until I’ve taken all you can give. Fill me so I can bear your dragonlord sons and daughters. Fuck…Daemon," You calls out, with urgency, daring him to stifle you now. “*Daemon*!”

Daemon groans as he picks up pace, his thrusts becoming more violent. He grinds his hips against yours, his fingers digging into your hips as his thrusts become more erratic. His cock throbs within you, his release imminent.

"So deep,” you groan, your tongue still loosened from the truth draught. "Do you enjoy stretching me like this, Daemon? Will you enjoy watching me struggle to walk tomorrow?"

Your filthy words have their desired effect. Daemon growls his approval, his body tense as he empties himself of his pleasure. His hips grind as he pumps himself into you, every drop that he has to spare. He pulls out slowly, watching with an appreciative gleam in his eye as the evidence of your coupling drips onto your lovely dark skin.

Before you know it, a new resolve is already glittering in the prince’s eyes. "Taste yourself,” he commands in a snarl, pushing you off of him to face you on his knees. “Taste me.”

You open your mouth all too eagerly to catch the cum dripping from the head of Daemon's cock. You’ve scarcely swallowed before he gives an almighty shudder and forces you, harshly, onto all fours.

His tongue flicks over the rosette of your ass. From between your legs, you watch his mouth twist in another wicked grin as he coats his length in your generous arousal and positions himself between your legs. You can feel the tip of him pressing against your tight entrance, making you arch your back and gasp in pleasure. Has the truth-telling draught unleashed some kind of side effect on his libido?

"Daemon," you moan, your hips undulating in search of more. You press your face deeper into the cushion, shamelessly exposing yourself for his pleasure.

Daemon laughs more darkly than you’ve ever heard him. "Beg me for it," he demands in High Valyrian, his voice low and commanding as he prods at the spot that makes you squirm. "Tell your prince how much you want him to claim your ass, my depraved lady. Tell me how much you need it."

Daemon's words flood you with lust all over again. Already on the brink of your climax from the wicked ministrations of his tongue, you're unable to resist bucking backward again, seeking friction.

"Take me there," you beg, your face red with humiliation. "Please, Daemon."

He grins at your submission, his cock twitching in anticipation. He spits on his fingers for good measure and circles your entrance, preparing your body for this new invasion.

"Louder, my lady. Tell me you need this. Tell me how desperate you really are,” he says, his voice low as he presses in.

At first, you grit your teeth against this new invasion. But the sensation of being stretched this way, along with Daemon’s savage rumble of pleasure, quickly has you whimpering, your body betraying your eagerness. The added sensation as Daemon works his fingers around your sensitive pearl is almost too much to bear without tipping over the edge. But you know what he wants, and you force the word out:

"Take me...I beg you, Daemon. My body is yours. Only yours…” With this, you press your hand over his, driving more pressure against your sensitive pearl and driving your ass out farther. You savor the delicious stretch as he seats himself within your rear entrance. The feeling is not entirely uncomfortable - only intense.

"You're taking me well," Daemon praises, his voice low as he begins to pull out and push back in, setting a slow rhythm. "Let's see how long you can take it all."

He nudges your thighs apart further, his hands roaming to grasp at your chest. But Daemon's praise makes you weak.

"I’ve dreamt of this too," you cry out in admission. "I have spied on you in the pleasure houses while you used your whores as you use me now." Clearly the truth-telling draught is still wreaking havoc over your better judgment.

Daemon's grip on your hip tightens at your admission. Looking back at him, you see his lips spread with deepest satisfaction.

"And how did you feel watching me?" he growls against your ear, the rhythm of his thrusts picking up pace. Clearly he likes this, the thought of you secretly watching and wanting, for he tightens his grip on your hip, driving into you with renewed vigor. "Did you think to join me in those pleasures?"

"I felt envious," you confess, much to your dismay. "I longed to be in their place while you tasted them and chased your pleasure down their pretty throats. I longed to join you only so I could force them aside and make them watch as you fucked me senseless in their stead."

Daemon's eyes flare with delight as you admit your jealousy. "You should have," he growls, his voice low and thick with lust. He slams into you, the force of his thrusts driving you forward onto your forearms. The thought of your sudden arrival in one of his previous escapades has him groaning with pleasure, his pace increasing even faster now.

As you near your own climax, pressing your fingers frantically against your sensitive pearl, you can't resist looking back to meet the dragonlord’s gaze. "Daemon," you groan in appreciation as one of Daemon's hands replaces yours, trapping your sensitive bud between his fingers. “Claim me," you groan in High Valyrian. "Let no other stuffy lord think himself worthy of me. Let all know that I belong to the Rogue Prince of Westeros.”

Daemon grins, his eyes glinting with mischief and lust. His voice is laced with approval as he speaks, watching your face flush. "They will know it soon enough," he replies in kind. "They will know you are mine, taken and tamed.”

He leans forward, his lips brushing against your ear as he reaches the height of his pleasure. His thrusts become more erratic, his hips slamming into yours before he empties himself deep within you, shuddering as release overtakes him. With your hand pressed tightly over his, you shudders in equal pleasure, your mind a wonderful blank as Daemon’s touch sends you over the edge.

Several shuddering moments later, Daemon withdraws from you with care, his chest heaving as he collapses beside you. His hand reaches out to brush the hair from your face as he gazes down at you with a look of satisfaction – and smugness, above all.

"Sleep now, little dragon. Tomorrow we'll continue this lesson of ownership until there is no question of whose bed you belong in." With that, his eyes drift closed, his breathing becoming slow and steady as he falls into a deep sleep.

You merely smile, enjoying the sound of that prospect more than you care to admit. You wait for Daemon to fall asleep before dressing and slipping quietly from the small chamber, knowing all too well how your reputation would be toiled if you were found together like this in the morning.

Someday, you promise yourself. Someday you’ll collapse at his side, your skin beaded once more from your lusty exertions, and it won't matter worth a damn who knows...

[rainytomorrows]

Deadpool x reader | Hold me, I can't hold myself.

First things first- this is not necessarily romantic. It can be, but the relationship I've written is neutral. So, I know you guys hear this excuse from me about every damn fic now but. I legitimately have been having the scariest episode of my life. I cannot do it justice in writing but I'm a baby and I want comfort. So I'm writing a fic for it. Yay! Extremely short- sorry. Words: 1,885

Fair warning: Mentions of various mental illnesses such as derealization. Woops! Have fun chat

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You weren't sure where it came from. All you knew was that it almost burned in your chest. You didn't know up from down- nor left from right. Sure, you could keep yourself together for work. But that was only for the sake of keeping your shitty apartment.

It'd been hours. You lay on the floor, curled up with one of your pillows. You had a bowl next to you, you'd be in your bed if not for the nauseous feeling that crawled up your throat whenever you allowed yourself to think too long. You could feel each inch of your skin, how it scratched itself on the wood floorboard, and how the pillow's fiber was suddenly too rough.

There were no words for it. You were sure even if you'd read the dictionary ten times over- if you'd dragged some professional into the crevices of your brain. It was all-encompassing. And you hadn't told a goddamn person about it. What the hell were you supposed to say? What, along the lines of "I don't have a clue what's going on, but it's almost as if I'm both not real, and somehow way too real", or were you supposed to just mention the constant brain fog? How, unlike the regular joking way you'd said it, you actually couldn't remember what you had for breakfast this morning?

You eventually opted to lay on your back, pillow desperately clutched to your chest. Staring up at the ceiling- it seems to zoom in and out. You were terrified. It wasn't as easy as the depressive episodes you'd experienced- or even the anxiety. There was no comfort. You felt absolutely bat shit crazy. You felt almost stupid, what with how the brain fog left you with about the same amount of thinking power as a goldfish that'd hit its head against the glass one too many times.

It was debilitating, with no comfort for the terror it brought. The inability to feel so much as normal. Stuck in your skin- the feeling that something is wrong pricked at your bones. You pressed yourself against some wall in your house, like if you tried hard enough maybe it'd hug you. Chest heaving as if making up for something. How embarrassed it made you, to have your thumb hover uselessly over the call button so many times. You often thought about calling Wade at times like this, though you never did.

The sight of the ceiling makes you sick, curling back on your side and squeezing your eyes shut. Begging- praying, for a moment of solace. Anything. You were sure that if hell was real, it'd nestled itself in your own muscles. Somewhere under your bones- somewhere you couldn't claw out no matter how many times you'd clutched your chest. Even if you'd clutched hard enough to draw blood, no more grounded with the feeling of it smudging your skin and your clothes. When fatigue pulls at you like a ship dragging its anchor among the coral- even sleep couldn't seem to save you.

Your phone was discarded somewhere beside you- you'd tried to play something to no avail. Unsure if anything would help, as you'd tried everything from music to meditation videos, hell you even scrolled your white noise app for something. None of it was as bad as silence, eventually settling for some nature noises. You didn't bother trying to call Wade this time, even if you never did anyways. He'd gone on a mission and was supposed to be gone another week. You had enough common sense and brain power to put that together.

Between it all- you hadn't noticed the noise at your window. Far too distracted by the task of staying together. Gripping your arms tightly, as if you were afraid you'd fall apart if you didn't hold on tight. That maybe some part of your soul would slip through the cracks. Thoughts were louder than thunder, your parents weren't there to comfort you and hell you were sure god wasn't either. Sobs raked at your chest and never left, in constant limbo against the very flesh of your throat.

Knocking rattles the glass and the cheap painted wood, Wade's usual warning that he was coming one way or another. He was used to a lack of an answer- before though, it was attributed to how often you'd have your headphones in. He'd find you so he could sneak up, and pull you in his arms when you least expected it. And whether he knew it or not, probably when you most needed it. So when he eventually shimmied your window open, not to find the sound of your hums nor even the appearance of light under your bedroom door. Pillows and blankets were strewn, far more than you'd usually allowed even on messy days.

It didn't take long to be drawn to the sound of labored breaths just beyond your bed. Audibly struggling to bring air in or out of your lungs, like an alien learning how to breath for the first time. He ventured cautiously, peaking around the bed to see you. Your hair is tousled, you're sweating through your shirt and your eyes are puffy. He'd never seen you so- frantic. Unnerved.

He wasn't even sure how to approach it. Afraid that he'd set you off.

It took a few moments- maybe too long, frozen in thought. Maybe that alone was a start- breathing not in accordance but maybe in succession. Your lungs fought for something to hold onto, struggling with the way that air couldn't ever seem to really fill you. If Wade were to catch up, you'd have to slow down. But, when have you ever really done that? You seemed to have a thing for running.

He eventually decided to bite the bullet, carefully kneeling beside your body and placing a hand on your shoulder. Impossibly slow- one would wonder if it was really him piloting his body now. It may not be. He himself had experience with this, he had many of his own problems. But never did he see you like this. You'd always seemed to have control, often fixing whatever the hell he'd done that week. You'd seemed so- stable. So, when at the feeling of his touch you jolted, it pulled at his heart.

"Wade," You croaked out, surprised. Obviously. He didn't speak. What was he supposed to say? He'd normally make some stupid joke to lighten any situation- not often did he know how to seriously comfort someone otherwise. If ever.

Something about how you quivered told him you weren't just crying over some situation. Your eyes searched, not for something it seemed. As though lost, a ship off course. Something held his words back, even if he did have some joke to make.

He approached you slowly, like one would approach a raccoon in a trap. Like a cornered animal. He took off his mask- something he didn't do often. Feeling as though you really needed to be able to see his eyes, you really needed to see another person. His hands eventually found purpose at your sides, pulling you into a hug. Your legs were like jello, simply dragging along as he held you tightly. Holding you as if he also feared you'd slip out. Words didn't form on your lips like you'd tried, mouth hanging open for a moment before you only managed to break into tears again. You were embarrassed, tears soaking his shoulder. He did not relent, one of his arms around your body and one hand holding the back of your head.

"Help," You didn't even know what that was supposed to mean. How could you? The air around you seemed too thick and the wall in front of you looked wrong somehow. You weren't sure if he understood, holding you tightly still as he began to rock. "It's ok, you're gonna be alright" He forced out, sort of unsure. This clearly wasn't his forte at all. But, he was trying. Where you were sure god either couldn't find you- or didn't bother to- solace had crawled through your window. Among the thoughts and the still-present terror you couldn't seem to shake, he picked you up to set you on the bed. He'd meant to move to be in front of you. Only separating so he could look you in the eyes.

"Please, I don- please." Your voice creaks and waivers like the wood used to build old ships on their last days. Begging for something you weren't even sure of. Pleading like a man at the altar. "Don't leave, I'm sorry," You rambled on as though the words couldn't form themselves. "I'm sorry- Y/N. I won't, I can stay all night"

He pats your side comfortingly as he pulls you back in, as quickly as he can. Holds you like a lifeline. "How about I just get out of this suit, and I'll be right back? I won't even leave the room" He speaks softly, uncharacteristically so. It's just shy of a whisper, keeping his eyes on yours. In search of something your mouth can't say.

It took a minute, but he slipped out and quickly shoved on some pjs he kept on top of your dresser. He rushed back over like a kid playing musical chairs. Drags you into his arms and onto him, crashing like waves against the rocks. Sobs tear through your chest again, rattling in your ribcage somehow like the tail of a rattlesnake.

"I know, I know," He coos, but he doesn't He has no idea and he's terrified. "I'm here," He says to himself just as much as he does to you. But it's true this time, he's there and he doesn't leave.

So when he stays with you- all the while just as clueless the whole way. He listens, even if your babbling is nonsensical. If it's a lot of variations of "I'm scared" and "I don't know", he begs something to give him an idea of how to help you. You stay that way until you fall asleep, exhausted from crying. You sleep before him, as you doze off he stays awake a while longer. Playing with your hair, the moonlight cast against the two of you. His brows- or I suppose where they would be, furrow. You didn't say a fucking thing about this to him, and frankly, he was caught far off guard.

He's still there when you wake up, now asleep. Even so his hold on you is firm. His suit is strewn across the floor from the night before, both phones long forgotten somewhere on the floor among it. It still burned in your chest- threatened to crawl out, and something ugly still nestled itself in your chest. But, this time, Wade had answered a call you never made. God forgive him for not knowing what to do, he did something right. You laid against him again whilst trying to find whatever comfort you could in what you now had. You'd have to explain this once it passed, but for now, you didn't have to explain a thing. He wasn't leaving. Finally, like an anchor that finally found sand, you stopped. The wood of your boat stopped creaking and you fell asleep a second time.

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Sorry again for the lack of posts! I'm slightly a little bit mid-episode but I think I'm past most of it. very scary. But- I won't rant to you guys about that. That's what writing fanfic is for. Hope you all enjoyed!

Have a good day/night, and a great life!

[chishiyasbiscuits]

admirer! || arisu x reader x chishiya xo

[2.6k words.] [Warning: Quite smut-ridden. Threesome, oral (giving), fingering, blowjobs. Chishiya is dominant with both reader and Arisu, while reader is dominant with Arisu. If that makes sense. I was inspired by a different fic on Tumblr (Klaustozier)]

Games were horrifyingly unnecessary. Far too annoying, being a constant reminder of how human I really happened to be. They were frustrating in ways I'd rather be doing anything else. Anything but spend hours in agony, split apart by both the urge to survive and the fear of living any longer in this treacherous land. However, I could bare these minimal discomforts, if it meant I'd earn my prize.

Three visa days? Pfft, no. Mind-blowing sex? Yes.

I was his slut. His pet, his sex-toy. I was his drug, who he could consume and rut into each night, simply to rid the pain from his mind. A dumb distraction for someone so smart. Sex quiets the taunting in his head, and I was fortunate to be his chosen assistance.

Now I'm here, rubbing the blood from my cut lip. Courtesy of the previous game. My thighs were either side of his waist, and our skin was pressed together. Our limbs clinging to each other, through sweat and arousal. Chishiya followed my movements, with lazy, glossed over eyes. They flicked to my chest, where my tits rose and fell at each bounce I took on his dick. His fingers curled and I felt the flesh of my hips being gripped tighter. "Fuck Y/n." He whispered, tone casual. Though the edge of his lip twitched into a smirk, his calm façade almost dropped as a soft moan slipped from his parted mouth. "Were you aware.." He paused, catching his breath, without drawing too much attention to the fact he had lost it. "You had an admirer?" He questioned, voice low.

I furrowed my brows, lip being bitten as I bounced harder. Face twitching into a pleasured one at the sound of his cock, sliding into me. His pelvis, as I slammed my ass down against his balls.

"A-admirer?" I gasped, brows still creased. He breathed out a laugh, leaning his head back, and pushing his blonde hair into the pillow. His grip tightened. "Mmm.." Chishiya hummed, the end of his speech sounding more like a held back moan. "Arisu..?" He whispered. "Do you know of him?"

I clenched on his cock. Feeling myself pulse around his veiny shaft. "Arisu?" I repeated, lip moving back between my teeth. The pleasure slipped over me, washing like an overwhelming wave of ecstasy. I lowered my head hastily, letting my hair fall across my face. "Mhm-mph." I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Keep going.." He side-tracked, lightly praising me before loosening his grip on my hips. His soft palms brushed over my sides, and he trailed them up and down, circling my skin with his thumbs. "He can't get enough of you." Chishiya began. Amused by how much quicker I had began riding at the mention of Arisu's name. "He strips you with those eager eyes of his.." He continued, swiping his tongue across his lips. "I know he appears innocent, but I wouldn't be surprised if he's pleasured himself to the thought of you."

"Chish.." I moaned, shaking my head subtly. I caught him off-guard, and cut his speech before he could tease the poor boy any more. "Why are you bringing this...up?" I asked, breaths becoming ragged as my high approached. "Chishiya." I whimpered softly.

He let out an airy moan, pushing his palms up to my chest. His hands rested on either side and I glanced at him. Taking in the thin lining of sweat against his temples, and the way his lips had now remained parted for a while.

"Ahh." He breathed, smiling coyly. "I wanted to see if you liked him at all.." He explained, sneakily adding a question. "Do you..?"

"What do you mean by that?" I spoke before gasping, placing both hands against his torso. I gripped the fabric of his white shirt, rolling my hips repeatedly.

"If I had invited him to participate, would you enjoy that?" Chishiya questioned, eyes staring intensely at my watery ones. They grew in size as I processed the lewd question. The thought itself set me into a different mode. Sweat dripped from my forehead and I cried out, dropping my head back as a soft string of moans fell from my lips. Arisu was cute, fuck, he was really hot. Innocent, I'm sure, and it had been a fantasy for me to suck him clean. To hear his whiny whimpers as he grasped my hair and filled my jaws with his thick cum.

"Fuck.." I breathed out, after cumming around Chishiya's twitching cock. "I'm assuming you'd like that.." He smirked, scoffing out a soft laugh. He dropped his hands against my hips once more and rose himself into me. Rutting his heavy balls against my ass until he released himself inside of me. Groaning lightly at the feel of his high.

"I.." I shyly averted my gaze. The embarrassment caught up in the form of a pink dusting against my cheeks. I swallowed, parting my lips to talk. "I'm sure you'd be pleased to know I've already invited him.."

"What.." He cut me off, and I dropped my jaw. Staring with wide eyes, as he simply smirked up at me. Chishiya lifted himself up, resting his upper body on one arm as his other rose to meet my face. His fingers traced my jaw until his forefinger and thumb were holding my chin. He delicately lifted my head, as his own dropped subtly to the side. "He agreed, by the way.." He whispered, eyes dipping to land on my lips. "More than desperate to feel you.."

"Wouldn't you be pretty?" He started, catching my gaze with his. "Me, fucking you from behind, while timid Arisu fills your gorgeous mouth...hm?" He hummed, waiting for my reply. I was almost drooling, as I lowered my head, not too eagerly. Quite frankly, this was a dream.

I looked at him with pleading eyes, and he seemed satisfied with my somewhat answer. "Tomorrow. Same time, same place.." He whispered against my lips before pressing his soft ones against mine. Sealing the deal with a kiss.

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I had never been so insanely glad about surviving a game's night. Then, I guess it wasn't every day I was given the opportunity of getting fucked by two of the hottest guys here.

"I knew you would survive." Chishiya's cocky voice lifted my head. I softly closed the door behind me, watching as Arisu's gaze fell to his feet. I smiled gently, already feeling the arousal build up in my lower stomach. Chishiya's head was slightly tilted until he raised his brows, gifting Arisu a sly smirk. "You're not too good at hiding your attraction, are you?" He questioned, and Arisu shook his head. His hair became tousled, and my eyes dropped from his gorgeous features, to the increasingly large tent in his shorts. The fabric stretched beneath the strain of his hard cock, and the sight was enough to make me drool. Chishiya caught this stealthy glance and smirked harder, flicking his gaze between us.

I gave in. Walking over to the timid brunette, and almost throwing myself against him. My chest fell flush against his, and my arms wrapped around his neck. Where one palm took a handful of his dark hair, and pushed his full lips onto mine. I whined against his mouth, licking and parting my lips as he gasped. I felt his hands glide down my back, and land on the small of it. There, he pulled me closer. Close enough, I could feel his hardened cock brush and throb desperately against my inner thigh.

Chishiya's warm breath made me shiver, as he shifted on my shoulder. I moaned into Arisu's mouth and he gripped me tighter. Rubbing me with his thumbs as my bikini was untied. It fell, slipping down my shoulders, and was hastily removed by Chishiya. He lowered his head, smirking against my skin, as his hands lifted to massage my tits. He groped them in his large palms, and teased me with his fingers. Squeezing and pinching my erect nipples.

"Please.." Arisu whimpered, breathing harshly against my lips. I smiled, dropping my arm and hovering my palm over his erection. "Please what?" I questioned lowly. He stared at me, cheeks and ears tainted red. "Please touch me.."

My palm lowered and I grasped at his clothed dick. Palming him as he rolled his hips forward - bucking them into the warmth of my squeezing hand. "Such a naughty boy.." I whispered. "Cute, shy Arisu.." I gasped, feeling him twitch. "Already so hard for me.."

A light moan slipped from my lips as Chishiya moved. Skilfully playing with my tits, and my nipples. Planting rough kisses across my shoulders as he did so. He lifted his head, manoeuvring his lips to my ear. "I think Arisu would like you to blow him." Chishiya whispered. "Wouldn't you?" The question was directed toward Arisu, and the brunette swallowed. The pleasure already too immense for his inexperienced self. He nodded at both me and Chishiya, eagerly setting his gaze on my outstretched arm. I placed my fingers against his chest and gently pushed him - Guiding him to the bed. Where he fell back and landed against the soft sheets with a thud.

"Just relax, mkay?" I smiled, lowering myself to my knees. I placed both hands on his legs and spread them, so I could situate myself between them. He was already gasping. Panting like a little lovesick dog. His chest was rising, hitching at every whimper he let out. Every whine he let slip, as I hooked his shorts with two fingers, and pulled back the elastic. Freeing his hard, leaking cock. Dripping with arousal and pre-cum.

"Fuck, you're bigger than I expected." My eyes widened in awe, as I lightly traced my finger over his dick. Pulling my fingertip across his veins, before shaping my hand round his base. "'Mm, I want you.." The brunette heaved. His whines - Laced with both humiliation and pleasure - caressed my ears. I licked the tip, collecting the salted liquid before widening my mouth, and pushing his entire girth down my throat. His deliciously hard cock was now twitching against my tongue. Choking me, and causing me to gag around his length.

I throbbed. My empty pussy yearned for the comfort of his dick. The warmth, as he rammed into me. Filling my hole with his pretty little cock. A delighted moan parted my lips, as Chishiya's slender finger circled my clit. I felt him rub me, slowly but surely lubing his fingers with my slick. A low groan left his lips - Quiet, yet still obvious to me. His fingertips entered me, and soon after, the entire body part had been thrust inside of me. I gagged on Arisu, eyes rolling back. My moans vibrated against his dick, producing the brunette's own moans of pleasure.

I gasped and Arisu cried out. His palms met my head, where his fingers tangled between the strands of messy hair. "Y/n!! Y/n!!" He chanted, mouth dropping open as he pushed his cock further down my throat. I began to lower myself, and grind on Chishiya's fingers, just as Arisu let his cum drip down my oesophagus. He painted my tongue, and the walls of my mouth - Panting with the occasional addition of "Sorry!" in-between.

I pulled my wet lips from his cock, kissing the head seductively, while giving him doe, alluring eyes. His own closed and his head dropped back, allowing his body to follow. Chishiya removed his fingers, and I let slip a greedy whine. Desperate for more of his touch. "Chishiya..?" I breathed, puzzlement in my tone.

"So needy.." He smirked, pride filling his lidded eyes. He stood before the bed, and trailed his dominant hand to his shorts. I watched in fascination, as he took his dick, lightly folding his fingers round the thick base. His palm rose, and fell across his veiny shaft, as he pumped his cock. Preparing himself. I followed his movement with shameful eyes, only being brought back to reality by the soft padding of cloth behind me.

My head twisted. Arisu smiled, hand flat against the bedsheets between his legs. Which may I add, where spread slightly, emphasizing his once again hardened cock. Pulsing against his lower stomach as it curled upward. Waiting to be embraced by my heat.

"Why don't you show Arisu how good you really feel.." Chishiya spoke up, fingers still gripping his length. I blushed, nodding eagerly. I rose to my feet, only to lower myself again - Back flush against Arisu's chest. His upper thighs met mine, and my ass rubbed longingly against his shaft. It throbbed, and I arched my back, lifting and positioning myself so that his desperate little cock was barely brushing my aching entrance.

"Oh..yes.." Arisu's hot breath became acquainted with my neck, as his cool palms and slender fingers grasped the flesh on my thighs. He trailed them up to my hips, where he hesitantly pushed down. I felt his hard cock slide through my folds, and enter me softly. He remained still, heart thumping harshly on my back. "Fuck me.." I moaned, accustomed to his length. "Arisu, fuck me!"

A lewd whine was triggered from his lips and he gripped me. Pulling me down against his sliding cock, as he bucked up into me. Rutting me with his heavy balls. My front faced Chishiya, who gladly consumed my fucked state. He let his eyes roll over our sweaty bodies. Colliding and clashing with each other each time his cock slid against my inner walls. My head tilted back, until Chishiya's careless palm clutched my hair, forming an untidy ponytail. He forced my head forward, allowing me to catch sight of his dick. Hard and dripping with pleasure, just centimetres from my parted mouth. "Go on." He edged, looking down on me. I peered up, dropping and relaxing my jaw. "You can take it.." He finished in a whisper.

He softly grunted as I took him whole. Glistening lips clamped around his base, and he could almost cum at the sight. His pretty little slut, with a face full of cock, being fucked in the cunt by a friend. Arisu whimpered in my ear, his noises were constant, as he repeatedly slammed into me. My tits moved and I lifted my hands. Gripping and smothering the soft skin with my palms. Pushing them together as my tongue swirled round Chishiya's thick shaft.

"Mmm, you do this so well.." Chishiya murmured, breath hitching as I allowed his cock to slide further. I gagged and he groaned. His clutched hand tightened. "You look so good.." He gasped lightly. "You'll look better filled with cum from the both of us." He gave me a dirty smirk, mouth dropping as he furrowed his brows. Cum flooded my jaws and I sobbed. Tears pushed at my eyelids, as I closed them. Attempting to focus on Chishiya's cock, and Arisu's thrusts. Thrusts that were becoming sloppier by the second.

"Oh fuck Y/n...I-" Arisu's small groan was cut by a longer one. A high-pitched whine was muffled as he dropped his head into the crook of my neck. He filled me with his cum, dick still desperately bucking through the wetness. "Mmm.." His breath calmed. Chishiya removed his dick, letting me climb from Arisu's now limp cock. The brunette fell backwards, chest heaving and showing really how much he enjoyed it. Sweat trickled from beneath his messy dark hair.

My tongue swiped out to collect the remaining cum across my cheek. Chishiya smiled at that, flicking his drowsy gaze across my expression. "Did you enjoy that?" He asked softly, sitting himself beside me, as his arms slipped beneath the warm confines of his hoodie. "Yeah.." I breathed out, twisting my head and cupping his skin with my palms. "So good.." I mumbled, mind dazed as I pressed my plump lips on his. He hummed against the kiss, pulling back and sending my tired form an enticing grin.

"This won't be the last time your holes are filled by us, darling."

[dema-heart]

Pirate Hobie

Guess who got her friend to draw pirate hobie and never got to send it!!! I'm sending it now with a slightly more detailed meeting! @the-kr8tor been dying to show you this!!!

Hobie x fem reader

Just a short I have no real intentions of taking this anywhere! Just added to the little chat I had with @the-kr8tor

Mentions of swords,waves, boats, threats, ect pirates ya know

Unedited, it was like 2am here and I couldn't get this out my head. It was supposed to just be the picture🤦🏾‍♀️

You peak out from inside the crate you had snuck on board the ship in. Checking around to make sure no one was there. Sighing in relief you climb out hitting the ground with a grunt as a wave rocked the boat.

Boat. Waves. The smell of ale, fish, and salt fills your lungs. You can't help but smile in glee. You'd made it on board the ship and you're currently at sea. You couldn't believe it had worked out so easily. Sure you didn't mean to doubt Peter when he'd come up with the plan but honestly the man spent half the time coming up with it bragging about his baby and how his wife would kill him if he came along.

Smiling, you sit up, careful not to fall again as you made your way to the door. The rocking of the boat wasn't too hard to get accustomed to, and you found yourself giddy all over again feeling like a sea fairing natural.

Peaking out the door, you look both ways before creeping up the hall in hopes of finding the female pirate you'd got a glimace of earlier. Rumors and tales had her known as the ghost-spider pirate. Known for her association with death and bad luck for being a woman at sea but also for her tales of adventure and vigilantism alongside Captain Brown, the feared and renowned punk Captain of the Anarchy.

You keep up the pace, hearing chatter and laughter above you. Distracted, you don't notice the figure leaning against the wall you just pasted. A chuckle stops you you in your tracks and you turn comedically slow toward the sound.

A tall man stares at you with a smirk. The gold ring on his lip glinting in the low light the only way you can tell his lip is quirked. You're not able to see much of him due to how dark it is in the hall, and the notion scares you a bit. You straighten up hand falling to the sword on your hip. You're not very well trained on using it but you'd be damned if you went down without a fight.

"Whoa there..." He raises his hands, not moving from the shadows. He's watching you noticing the waver in your hands and the improper posture. "..was only going to ask how you got ya self lost down here, guppy." His tone is teasing,nonchalant as if he's unbothered by a stranger sneaking around the ship supposedly threatening him.

You narrow your eyes before huffing as he obviously isn't falling for your bluff. "I'm here to speak to ghost-spider. That's all. I want to know her story and how I can get accepted as a woman adventurer...I mean no harm and I have no intentions of stealing or making a burden of myself. So if you'd politely lead me to her or the Captain." Standing your ground you stare into what you assume is the eyes of the man daring him to deny you.

He chuckles, stepping forward the click of his heels against the wood loud in the quiet hall. You hold in a gasp as he reveals himself. You don't recognize him as most the pirates have identifying markings on their coats. However, this man is in a casual blouse and trousers. Nothing identifying on him. He's tall and quite handsome the smirk you could feel showing clear as day as he steps foward further into your space, causing you to step back, gripping the hilt of your sword.

"Don't come any closer! I'm not sure who on the crew you are but I'm not afraid to draw my sword against you" His laughter startles you almost diffusing the fear with confusion and annoyance. He looks you over a mischievous glint in his eyes as he nods toward your sword.

"Be good to learn how to hold it before threatenin to use it, guppy. Won't do you any good if it's holder isn't even unbundled." He nods toward the latch keeping the sword handle in place. You groan as you realize he's right, but don't move from your defensive position instead undoing the buckle without breaking eye contact you raise a brow at him.

"As I said be kind enough to lead the way or allow me to pass I've no interest in your games,sir. I'm here to accomplish my dreams and I refused to let you stop me" you stand your ground, watching as an impressed look briefly washes over his face.

"As you wish,guppy. Right this way then. Feel free to draw your sword while my back is turned but I don't think it'll go over well with the rest of the crew" He shrugs hands sliding into his pockets as he walks past you toward a door you had passed not to long ago. He opens it showing the stairs to the deck and causing the sound of chatter and waves to get louder.

You followed him up, taking in your surroundings in amazement, not noticing how quiet it had gotten. You push past him the moment you see the waves across the side of the ship. The sight of open sea confirming you really had made it.

"Who's this, cap?" You hear a different voice from the one you'd become acquainted too. Turning around, you see the whole crew standing around you, the man from earlier in the front next to the blond haired pirate you'd been hoping to meet. She wasn't the one to ask the question though confused you look to see who they could be talking about. The man who'd led you here smirks stepping foward and placing an arm over your shoulder. He grins as he faces the crew.

"This is guppy! A stowaway. The lad Peter told us all about before we left port. As captain, I went down to meet her for myself, and she's just as fiery as he said! She even threatened me with her sword. A fine addition to our band of misfits if I do say so myself" He makes the announcement, and you can feel yourself drain of color as you realize just who you'd been with this whole time. The captain brown the dreaded punk of the seas had bot only known you'd stowed away on his ship but come to get you himself and allowed you to make an absolute blunder of yourself in front of him.

"Don't worry, guppy. I'm not known to hold grudges against pretty lasses like yourself. And as you said, you had no intentions of making a burden of yourself." He looks down at you speaking just loud enough for you to hear over the cheers of the crew. With a wink, he guides you to the female pirate herself before walking off to chat with his crew.

There's three things you noticed.

One there more than just ghost-spider heres who's female. That alone almost let's you push past the second fact.

Two you had threatened the infamous Captain of the Anarchy and lived to tell the tale. Hell he'd given you a nickname and said you were one of theirs now.

Three Peter made you hide in a box and pretend to be cargo when he'd apparently already told the whole crew you'd be joining.

Sighing, you shook your head taking one last glance at who you now know is captain hobie brown. You meet his gaze and he winks causing you to startle and turn quickly back to Gwen, who looked amused at the situation.

Gwen smiled, shaking the hand you stuck out to her wtih amusement. "You're in for a lonnnng ride. Let me introduce you...".

Fin

[soft-girl-musings]

An Unexpected Proposition (pt. 2)

based on this prompt from @imaginexhobbit, previously submitted under @jawn-i-made-coffee

cross-posted to ao3

part 1

Kíli x fem!Reader

tags: mentions of blood/injury, Reader is described as tall (by human standards), Y/N is used

wc: 1,741

fic summary: An injured dwarf appears on your doorstep. Do you grant him sanctuary on this stormy night?

A/N: once again posting the cuties for myself. i have a loose outline from years ago i revisited and honestly? still slaps. so this might get a part 3.

You can't believe it. You’re actually doing it. You walk along the road leading away from town with your pack on your back, boots on your feet-

"Come on, (Y/N)!" Kíli shouts from the top of the hill. You smile. A friend by your side.

Only a few hours earlier you had broken bread and prepared to say goodbye; now, you’re following Kíli after he promised you an adventure. Was this a foolhardy endeavor? Perhaps. But after years in the quiet countryside, your roving heart had gotten restless. Kíli had tempted you with the open road and the thrill of a quest; how could you refuse him? 

As you climb the muddy slope, Kíli taps his foot in mock impatience. "You would think that with those long legs of yours, you'd move faster."

You reach the top and shove him lightly. "Shut up. I'm digesting." He laughs, shoving you right back. You notice he slows his pace to walk beside you this time. "So how much farther are you taking me, sir dwarf?"

"Ah, ah! (Y/N), if we're to be on the road together, we must do away with these formalities." He pulls a grimace and looks up at you. "'Sir Dwarf' makes me sound like some old fool."

You chuckle. Never a dull moment with this one. "Very well, Kíli, " you begin, drawing out his name in playful reverence, “how much farther until we get there?”

Ears tinged pink, he looks away, adding the figures in his head. "Where we're going is... three days on foot. We'd cut our time in half if I hadn't lost my pony." His brow furrows as he remembers his violent run-in with a few drunk locals.

You frown. "You're too weak to make that journey on a deadline." Kíli opens his mouth to object, but you shake your head. "There's a stable not three miles from here. I know the owner, he should take pity on our situation and help us." Kíli's face remains tense, but he nods in agreement and follows you.

Three miles later, you approach the stables and see your friend, just having finished mucking out the stalls. He raises a hand to greet you, but retracts the gesture when he sees who walks beside you.

“'Afternoon, Dylten!” You holler, but he turns and carts the waste to the back of the structure. Strange, he’s never this distracted. You place your bags down and chase after him. “Wait here,” you reassure Kili, “I’ll be right back!”

You find his cart abandoned as he walks hastily away from the stable. “Dylten!” you run to catch up to him. “At least a nod of greeting would suffice. Why the rush, friend?”

“I’m not sure I wish to be called ‘friend,’ if that’s the kind of company you keep,” he grumbles. His face turns red as he walks faster, and you notice a few fresh bruises along his jaw.

You piece two and two together as you reach the crest of the hill, where you see a chestnut brown pony tied haphazardly to a post in front of his home.

"New acquisition?" You ask flatly, knowing full well where the pony came from.

"Of sorts." He moves to walk inside, but you block his doorway, hand on the hilt of your weapon.

"You nearly killed him," you snarl.

"It wasn't just me! Nobody wanted him there!" He backs away, nearly tripping over his front step. "Some of us merely took it upon ourselves to send the dwarf a message!"

You're seething with anger at this point, sword drawn. You brandish the weapon toward him. "Yeah? And what was it-- that you and half the people in this town are beyond dense?"

He’s nervous, but scoffs all the same. “Don’t pretend to be all ‘high and mighty,’ (Y/N). I fought beside you. You knocked heads and drew blood just as easily as the rest of us.”

You’ve heard enough. In an instant, Dylan is knocked down by the pommel of your weapon and you crouch over him, knee to his chest. “Not innocent blood. Which doesn’t help you at the moment.” His breath staggers under your weight, struggling even more as you lean closer. “We’re taking the pony. And your black mare. If you’re lucky, my payment will include us never speaking of this again.”

__________

The next day and a half pass with ease. You notice you’ve reached the western countryside. Lush grass rolls in billowing green waves, speckled with countless wildflowers. Kíli plucks a few and sticks them in your hair while you’re busy preparing lunch; you sneak a few into his braid before he mounts for the final leg of the journey.

"Look!" You shout gleefully. As twilight creeps in, you are met with a most welcome sight. Little homes built into the sides of hills are scattered along the horizon. The grass rises and frames a beaten path before you.

Kíli rides up beside you, grinning wildly. "I think we've finally reached The Shire."

Exhausted from your journey, the two of you go to a cozy-looking tavern for a couple of drinks. You feel like a giant as you sip from a glass half the size of what you’re used to. The door jingles, opening to reveal a blond dwarf looking around warily before stepping inside. You nudge Kíli and point out the newcomer. He leaps from his seat almost immediately. 

"Fíli!" He calls out. The blond turns and, upon seeing Kíli, moves to embrace him.

"Glad to see you arrived safely, brother." They clap each other on the back and return to the table. Upon closer inspection, the family resemblance is much more prominent. Fíli is clearly the oldest of the two, having a harder maturity about him.

Fíli sits across from you, his smile slightly faltering as he looks you up and down. "And who's this?"

 "(Y/N)," you blurt out, offering your hand. "I've been traveling with your brother." Fili shakes it, looking to Kíli for an explanation. 

"She's done so much more than that, Fí. Why-"

"Tell me on the way. We're due at the burglar's house any minute now." 

As you travel to your next destination, Kíli speaks of your "grand rescue". Fíli listens readily, but later murmurs concerns of how "Uncle might not approve" of your presence at the halfling's home. 

The rest of the company, however, simply adores you. After Kíli tells them the tale of how you had saved him and secured transport (you had eventually told him about your run-in with Dylten), the other ten dwarves show an apparent respect for you.

"That'd explain why yer face looks like you fell head-first into a rosebush!" a dwarf called Bofur shouts across the table. You laugh as Kíli's ears turned red.

A heavy knock on the door silences the household.

"He's here."

"Gandalf," you hear someone say in greeting. You find yourself growing nervous as he walks in. Thorin seems to tower over the rest of the company. The graying hair and beard framing his face give his features an aged ferocity. You recall facing foes four times as large, but they suddenly seem dwarfed in comparison to this… well, dwarf.

You take a sip of tea and whisper, "Kíli, what if your brother was right? What if your uncle doesn't want me here at all?" Sensing the panic in your voice, he takes your hand in his and hushes you. "Fí doesn't know what he's talking about. Uncle needs every man he can get, and you're just as good as any of these old fools claim to be." He squeezes your hand andofferes a small smile. "He'll love you, I swear."

Unfortunately, Kíli could not have been more wrong. Thorin's face had been cheerful enough as he greeted his friends, but when his eyes fall on you, the subtle joy vanishes. After taking you in, he frowns. "I had believed this to be a private meeting, Gandalf."

"I had no part in her being here," the wizard insists.

"I brought her, Uncle." All eyes fall on Kíli as he stands. "I didn't think you'd mind. This is-"

"-A human who should not be aware as to why we are gathered."

"But Uncle, she's more than worthy to join us!"

"I decide who is worthy!" The red in Thorin's face deepens with every syllable. Your hand tightens around Kíli's. "Tell me, were you yammering about this quest on your whole journey, or was it just to the pretty ones you wished to impress?"

"With all due respect, sir-- your nephew is not at fault. I came on my own accord."

Thorin turns his glower to you. "Silence, girl. I'll deal with you later." 

"Enough, Uncle!" Kíli shouts He leaps forward, dragging you along until you both stand toe to toe with Thorin. You feel drastically out of place, awkwardly towering over the dwarf who looks about ready to take your head off.

"(Y/N) has done nothing to deserve your blind wrath! If anything, she deserves your utmost respect! She has seen battle in lands I'd never heard of. She served ten years of her life fighting alongside fierce men who were beyond her in years, and matched them blow for blow! And she saved my life. I wouldn't be standing here before you if it wasn’t for her."  He entwines your fingers and looks up at you. You notice he still has flowers in his hair. "She... she nursed me back to health. She fought for my property and restored my dignity, all in a day. And because I asked her, she abandoned her life of comfort to accompany me." He looks back at Thorin, determined. "I owe her my life."

"Let her stay, Uncle. They mean well," Fíli interjects  from his corner of the room.

Thorin's eyes never leave Kíli's. "I had known you to be reckless, but I did not take you for a fool."

"Nor I you." His uncle smirks, but does not let the humor reach his eyes. "Please."

A tense moment of silence passes between you. Thorin moves closer, now standing directly beneath you. "You have no room for error. One wrong move and I will not hesitate to make you pay." 

You kneel before him, hardly believing what you heard. "From this moment on, you are my King; I will serve you as such. You have my loyalty and my sword at your disposal."