#THEW DRESS

[waxsuyaaa]

paulmurch canon

do u guys think Murch is kinda...🏳️‍🌈🤨

[mrrharper]

Masked Muscle

“Okay, now put it on” Chris threw the balaclava and the black t-shirt towards his boyfriend Jake, who was sitting on their bed.

“You’re sure about this?” He was clearly not sold on the idea of role play in the bedroom, but he agreed to do it anyway. He was surprised when Chris approached him earlier that day and asked if he’d be willing to dress up as a Russian thug because it really turned him on. But he decided to play along. And now Chris was standing next to him, a shit-eating grin on his face. He was enjoying himself already.

He watched as Jake took off his hoodie and tank top, then put on the t-shirt and face mask. Jake had a slim build, with muscles visible but not bulky, so the large t-shirt was looking kinda baggy on him.

"You sure you bought the right one? This looks like a skirt on me." Jake commented, but Chris wasn't really listening.

"Everything's fine, don't worry about it." He shrugged off his boyfriend's comments and waited for him to put on the balaclava. When he did he took a step closer.

"You look great, babe" He said, and saw Jake's eyebrows rise a bit, but he saw a glimpse of a smile under the face mask.

Then the fun started.

Chris took a step backward, as he saw that the process was beginning. Jake suddenly stopped moving, now standing still, and all his muscles started expanding. His shoulders and chest quickly filled out thew t-shirt, which now hugged his upper body tightly. His arms turned form sticks to beefy guns, with bulky biceps covered in veins. His slim stomach gets covered in muscle, same with his legs that turned into tree trunks.

The entire transformation lasted only a minute or so, and after was done Jake looked at Chris confused.

"Chris... Chris, babe, what... what happened?" He asked, his voice unsteady and anxious.

"Nothing you have to worry about, Jake. I'm just making sure you're prepared for your 'role play' later" He still has a smug smirk on his face, because he knew what was coming next.

Jake was hit with a sudden headache. A painful feeling, as if his brain was squeezed. He groaned and leaned against the wall, hoping it would pass quickly.

"Holy shit... uuuugh... blyat" he murmured to himself "Wait... blyat? Vat? I no speak... Nyet, vat is happen? Chris, vat is happen to me?"

Jake, now speaking with a heavy and thick Russian accent, turned towards Chris, his expression quickly shifting from surprise to aggression. But Chris didn't even flinch, he was in control of the situation the entire time.

"Stop whining, Sasha. You're not here to complain, you're here to obey!" When he called him 'Sasha', Jake's eyes glazed over for a moment and he froze. A few seconds later he was back, but it was not Jake.

"Da, boss. Sasha here to work and make dirty job for boss" He stood straight, almost like a soldier, and puffed out his chest, clearly wanting to show off his muscles. Chris was in heaven. He took a step closer.

"Yes, my loyal brute. You will do exactly as I say, without hesitation."

"Da, no hesitation, nyet. Only strong and obey you, boss" Sasha's voice was deeper that Jake's, he grunted more and was clearly struggling with English vocabulary.

"Oh yeah" Chris growled as he stood inches from Sasha, hunger in his eyes. "Flex for me, brute"

"Da, boss" Sasha nodded and lifted his arms into a double biceps pose. His muscles ballooned, with biceps the size of footballs.

"I strong muscle, boss use Sasha strong muscle" The Russian grunted as he flexed.

"Oh, I will use them, don't you worry" Chris drawled in response, ready to play.

[writingescapades]

Peafowls I - Peacock

It was your book that started the whole escapade. Here he was, a senior manager with the IPC. A man with a troublesome past, a burdensome present, and an uncertain future. Blessed by the goddess, he still gambled with his fate and let all outcomes rain over him. Pretentious, he waved his feathers to razzle, dazzle, and take back what stolen from him.

And you?

You were the Chief Information Manager of the IPC. A silent figure in the background that most people forgot about or groaned over. You did you job and because you did it well, you were partnered with him. A new project meant generating, accessing, creating, and storing information and given the precarious nature of this new project, Aventurine found that he had to work closely alongside you in order to see this project through.

At first, he thought this would just be another project with another IPC member. He wore his sunglasses but waited for the inevitable questions that failed to soften the speaker’s malicious thoughts. He waited for the brisk attitude and the clear desire to be anywhere but around him. But you smiled at him. You greeted him, and you asked him how he was doing.

He watched you. Your reputation preceded you. You came ready with information and questions. You knew how to extract information out of others, and you knew where to keep it safe, secure, and away from prying eyes. Focused. Responsible. Brilliant. So what were you doing working for the IPC? Wasting your talent with an unsavory crowd? It was clear you actually enjoyed your work, but there were other organizations desperately in need of the same role. If you went out into the market, people would chase after your skills. What kept you here?

He fell into his flattering speech. He called you his friend. He told you to use and misuse him as you liked. You gently brushed off his charms. You smiled when he called you friend, and you frowned when he told you to twist him about your fingers. But you didn’t comment much else. Warm but distant to everyone, not just him. Antisocial. Afterall what else would you call reading at a casino? Everyone dresses to impress at a casino. It’s just a part of fitting in while subtly communicating to desired parties. Yet there you sat, near the bar, in plain clothes, engrossed in a book. He saw the glares the bartender threw at you. Your association with the IPC was all that kept him from kicking you away for a paying customer.

Aventurine played a few hands. Each time he won he found himself glancing at you. You were right in his periphery, but you never lifted your head from the book. It was to become a repeated occurrence, the only thing changing was the book you read or the game he played. Finally, one night, he decided to indulge his curiosity and ask what you were reading. You mumbled the name, your attention not yet pulled away, towards him. It irritated him, though he couldn’t understand why. So he called you out, asked you why you were even here when you could go home and read.

Now you looked up at him, and Aventurine saw eyes that revealed nothing. He rested his head over his folded arms and watched as you rested yours on your palm. Neither person spoke, though for different reasons. Finally you sighed and looked at him with a small smile.

“Because I’m your friend, aren’t I?”

Aventurine stayed silent. He watched as your smile turned more mischievous as your waited for his response. Were you really here because you thought of him as a friend? Unable to answer the question or face you, Aventurine left that night. But something changed in your relationship. You became chattier and he often had to watch his words least you thew him a quip. He found himself asking for your thoughts as he planned. It was, fun. Nice. Certainly entertaining. You didn’t stop reading at the casino, but now you both went and left together. He was often the one to lead you to the casino, but you lead him out into the night air.

It was here, in twilight, when most were between sleep and rising, that Aventurine found answers to his questions about you. He saw your kindness. He saw your humour. He found himself slipping, forgetting who he was and just enjoying the moment. You were dangerous. What’s more, Aventurine saw your true character, the way your face warped to hide the insanity that lay thinly underneath. The sudden change in your personality when someone passed a snide remark about him. The way you stood by his side with your head held high. But he wasn’t a fool. He knew you were acting by your principles and not for him personally. You were harsh, and he told you so one night.

You stared at him with stiff eyes and tight lips.

“It’s who I am. To change would be to lie to myself”.

Oh, you had a story to tell. But, it slowly dawned on Aventurine that he cared too much about you to ask for that story, to try to pry it out, or go behind your back. He started to wonder. To dream. Hope. Did you feel the same about him? Is that why, despite curious eyes, you never asked too much about him? Did you already cast judgement on his soul? Or did you just not care about him? Was he just another story in the hundreds you razed through? He didn’t know which outcome he desired enough to gamble upon.

“You see things too intensely,” he found himself saying to you one day. “I think that’s why you’re so disenchanted by life. You can only find admirable people in your books”.

Yet despite his premonitions, Aventurine found himself drawn towards you. He had long stopped wearing his sunglasses around you. He always strutted for himself but was pleased if his dance caught your attention. You walked calmly ahead in life while he danced around. Sometimes he stumbled and wondered if you would leave him behind, but you always slowed down, stopped, and held out your hand, waiting for him just as he waited for you. You desires overlapped despite the difference in personalities.

“Is it so wrong to desire power if it’s only over your own life?” You had asked him one day, and he found himself unable to oppose you any longer.

He tested you, told your things to gage your thoughts and reactions. Instead of running away, he realized that you two started to dance around each other. Promising everything but that which neither was willing to barter.

“We’ll crown ourselves with crests of spurs,” you said softly as your looked out into the land. It had been a tiring day and for once, Aventurine just wanted to collapse into bed. He had too many wishes of you being there beside him, but it was still to frightening. Still to early. Not yet, but maybe, maybe one day.

He didn’t tell you his plan. He didn’t tell you what was about to happen, and his only regret was not being able to see your face crack one last time before he disappeared.

[kiingfluffybuns]

Okay, I just gotta rant a bit about TGED, and probably will get other opinions, and that's great, so please share them!

Also, this is mostly my speculation, I have ONLY read the webtoon, and I haven't been able to find the novel properly translated to read, so have mercy.

SO. I know that og!Lloyd was a bully to Javier and Julien and all that jazz, but it looked to me that he was an alcoholic that desperately needed help.

He lashed out and thew fits to call the attention of his parents, that he was sure as hell they were going to replace him with Javier at any point. (Bc let's be real, the Frontera's affection seems heavily conditional)

Arcos was pretty okay by letting Javier do whatever he wanted, becoming a knight was his choice and he did everything to make that happen.

Then, we have Javier's duties, that was to watch over 'Lloyd', which that also more or less what he did because he wasn't with Lloyd all the time.

The Fronteras were more than okay by letting him leave their alcoholic son alone and drunk somewhere in town. Which was what killed him by falling n breaking his head,,,, that wouldn't have happened if Javier was actually there,,,,

The there's this detail I noticed in the imagery, in most cases it's suggested that Javier is confused as the heir and novel bc he's handsome, but that's not it.

it's bc he gives a novels profile. And the reason is his clothes.

Javier seems to be dressing like the proper heir, and wears the same style as Arcos Frontera, meanwhile Lloyd is left to dress like a commoner. That's why he's confused as Javier's servant, bc he looks like it.

Arcos Frontera didn't want to deal with an alcoholic son, he had enough on his plate by letting his estate become in debt and bc of his spineless attitude.

He was most likely replace Lloyd with Javier, or make Julian the heir. He was ignoring Lloyd, and just paying attention when he caused damage to the town. Because then it would come back to him.

He didn't actually cared if he died in a ditch.

I don't justify og!Lloyd's behavior at all, but I understand what was going with him. He was mad, he was jealous, and he was frustrated, and the only thing that made him feel better was some drinks.

He was so depressed he wanted to be blackout drunk, and that killed him anyway.

I'm honestly very much into how our!Lloyd has put such boundaries with the Fronteras, bc he's a guest in his own home. He wants to lazy around, but he doesn't actually do it at home, he did it once and immediately got an excuse to go out and work.

But anyway, this is such my own analysis on the matter, I find absolutely fascinating the takes this webtoon has taken over the Isekai trope, and how that affects to those around the mc.

[yona049]

𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 ♤

Joker x fem!Reader x Jason Todd

Part 2

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Disclaimer!

>Head crushing.

>Parent death

>ptsd

>mental patients (Arkam Asylum)

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Y/n just captured by Batman and Red Hood. Only for them to come face to face with her in Wayne mannor. Y/n took the first opportunity she got to dive Jason.

"I'm gonna KILL you, Jason!"

She yelled looking down at the blue eyed boy, dark fluffy hair with a white streak through the front. Jason Todd. The one and only Vigilante Red Hood.

He slowly smirks and moves his hand onto Y/n's cheek giving it a gentle rub with his thumb.

"I missed you too, babe."

He whispers watching Y/n smile for a second before growling again.

"You could've been a little more gentle with the dart! Fake blood is hard to clean out of a clown costume!"

She stands up slowly wobbling a bit, but Jason quickly slips his arm around her waist.

"Gotcha!" he mocks while holding her steady.

"Can't be that bad? Atleast the bullet looked real? Might leave a bruise."

He boops Y/n on her nose making her look back up at him. She sighs and pushes herself onto her toes giving Jason a delicate kiss.

"Thanks for getting me out of there." she whispers against his lips until a certain bat clears his throat.

Y/n smiles and turns to the batman before jump-hugging him.

"Hey, Bruce!"

Batman was much bigger in size, so a hug from him lifted her off the ground until he sat her back down.

He pulls the cowl off his face and gives Y/n a pat on the head.

"Sorry about the wait, Y/n. We weren't sure when you'd be out again. Jason went out on every patrol."

"Awww! Jason!" she teases tossing the Red Hood helmet onto the bed.

She follows shortly after and sits on the fluffy duvet before pulling off the polkadot socks she wore.

"Joker had a long business period! I couldn't get him out of base for anything! It was constant paperwork and gun shipping."

She pulls a small piece of paper out of her sock and hands it to Batman.

"All recent shipments and crate numbers are there. You should be able to find some other interesting numbers."

She falls back onto the bed with another big sigh.

"We eventually went out, but it took a bit of teasing to get him to draw attention to us. I thew a grenade into an empty shop. I hope it helped you find us."

She glances over at Jason who had an annoyed look on his face. Y/n figured it was probably the kiss he walked in on, between her and the Joker.

Batman quickly pulls her from her thoughts.

"I'll look at this. In the mean time I'll have an armored truck take you to Arkam in two days. Best you take a shower and sleep before then. Joker is sure to take you back."

He places his hand on Jason's shoulder heading for the door.

"Y/n. Good job."

Y/n smiles getting some well deserved praise from Bruce Wayne. He finally walks out closing the door, leaving Jason and Y/n alone.

Outside the room Damian Wayne was leaning against the wall with crossed arms. The newest Robin to the family, dressed in a black turtleneck looking mature for his age. Once Bruce walks out he follows him to, presumably the Bat-cave.

"Father! Why have I never heard of this Y/n?"

Bruce unfolds the paper Y/n gave him and starts reading.

"Well, Damian. She's been undercover for a long time, and Jason talks about her alot."

Damian stops dead in his tracks in shock.

"That is his girlfriend! I thought he was making her up since we've never seen her!?"

He runs down the hallway catching up with Bruce who walks up to the piano in the middle of the study. He hits a few keys until the platform underneath their feet starts going down.

"She was before your time. I can give you her file."

Damian nods walking off the platform and into the Bat-cave.

A large caved out space with drip stone covering the walls along with Platforms holding all sorts of other bat related things. The Batmobile, Batman's suits, and finally the large screen, the bat computer.

Damian lifts himself onto the counter watching Bruce pull Y/n's file onto the screen.

A picture of a young Y/n pops up, with short hair and dyed streaks in her hair. She looked like a typical rebellious teen with an angry expression.

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Y/n L/n. (Alias : Y/n Caster.)

Age : 20

Gotham resident.

Occupation : Criminal.

Parents : James Caster (Deceased)

Abigail Caster (Deceased)

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Damian lifts an eyebrow and glares at Batman.

"How can her parents have the same last name as Y/n's alias?"

Bruce smirks and hits a few more buttons before another profile pops up on screen. This time a picture of Y/n with a bright smile and longer hair.

"This is her real file, albeit a little out dated."

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Y/n L/n.

Age : 17

Gotham resident.

Occupation : Student.

Parents : Marideth L/n (Deceased)

Harrion L/n(Deceased)

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Damian looks settled with his thoughts then asks another question.

"How did This Y/n come to work for Joker? Surely he wouldn't trust some mentally challenged girl!"

Bruce quickly snaps.

"Hey! That's rude Damian."

"Sorry. But I'm still curious!"

With a sigh Batman sits down on the chair.

"It's a long story."

Damian wiggles himself into a comfortable position and hits a button on the bat computer.

"Please bring some popcorn down to the Bat-cave, Pennyworth."

A small confirmation from Alfred and Damian eagerness to listen made Bruce chuckle.

"Very well, If you're so willing. Here's the story of my secret adopted child."

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"Y/n was young at the time. Maybe just 8? Her parents worked at psych Wards all over the world, but eventually they settled at the toughest one of them all."

"Arkam Asylum." Damian answers.

"That's right!" Bruce congratulates.

A large medieval castle with a looming darkness over it. It held the laughter and cries of all their patients.

A young couple rushed into the building holding their coats over their heads. One older man is the first to shake off the droplets with his wife following behind.

"Well! Wasn't expecting your first introduction to our work to start out like that, huh, Y/n?" Her father pats her on the head as she hid underneath his coat.

Mother takes her hand and walks with her down the hallway.

"Now, honey. Remember our deal."

Y/n nods looking around curiously.

"Stay close! Only go where mom and dad says. Don't talk to patients."

Mom giggles and kisses Y/n's forehead.

"Good! Now let's get to the office before we get to the really scary patients!"

Once the family was in the cozy office, Y/n immediately took to the bookshelf covered in different old books.

Dad walks up behind her and points to one specific red colored book. 'The Phycology of a Disheveled Mind.'

He hands it to Y/n who smiles and takes a seat at the big desk with a spinning chair.

A small chuckle from dad as he kneels down beside her.

"We'll be back soon to give you a better tour, first we need to go check on some patients. Read up so I can discuss with you after ok!"

Y/n nods excitedly watching mom place a packet of gummy candies on the table.

"A surgery snack for a buzzing mind." she uses her finger to imitate a bee and makes a buzzing noise before landing her finger on Y/n's nose.

"Love you, Bee!"

Y/n laughs.

"Love you, Mom! Love you, Dad!"

They make a swift exit with clip boards in hand. Soon their both in the ward with patients all around them in cells. Bane, Scarecrow, and a few empty ones awaiting their escaped patients. Like Penguin and Dr Freeze.

"As you can see, Mr Wayne. Your sponsorship is greatly improving our necessary medicines and holding cells." Mom shows.

A young Bruce wearing a tucks and neatly combed hair looks around intently.

"I see, and The patients are treated well?" Bruce asks.

"As well as they can be treated, the staff almost treat them too nicely unfortunately. We had a Doctor try sneaking a machine gun in, a few weeks ago."

Bruce sucks air though his teethad they reached the end of the hallway.

"Well! Keep up the good work you two. I'm glad to see my funds are helping better the mental health of patients."

Saying their goodbyes, Mom and Dad make their way back down the long hallway.

Mom smiled scribbling down some notes.

"Let's get back to Y/n, I'm sure she's pretty sick of that book by now."

Dad laughs and shakes his head disagreeing.

"Our little girl is brilliant! She's probably studying that book cover to cover."

He walks up to a cell and smiles making notes. He looks up at a man wearing a top hat and a grin on his face.

"Good evening, Jervis. How are you feeling tonight."

The man only smiles with a glare towards dad. Dad sighs but keeps his smile.

"You're doing better than yesterday. Don't tell the others. But I brought you a snack!"

He places a round cookie in a tray and pushes it into the cell. With a warm smile the patient grabs the cookie and takes a small bite of it.

"Thanks, Doc!" he grumbles and continues eating the cookie.

Dad smiles happily and nods.

"Your welcome-"

A sudden explosion sends a Shockwave through the hallway causing mom and had hit the wall hard.

The entire building shakes causing Y/n to Scream. She hides under the table as the heavy bookshelf falls straight down onto the ground.

Y/n calls for Mom and Dad but the open office door beckons her to run out to find them.

Back in the Cell block. Scattered debris welcome a Crown Prince of crime, like a red carpet.

Joker was still a very young and very new Criminal in Gotham, so no one expected him to break into Arkam for reinforcements.

He laughs at the chaos he caused with alarms going off and a few Criminals running wild.

He snaps his fingers and points some of his Joker Goons towards Bane's cell.

They make use of another explosive to blast the cell door off its hinges.

Y/n runs in just in time to see her dad hunched over her mom. Mom was trapped under the heavy wall that had been blasted off.

She runs closer already starting to feel the tears run down her face.

"M-mom!"

Dad was bleeding from his head when he looked up at Y/n running towards them. A dark shadow followed behind her.

Bane was about to grab her until dad pulls Y/n behind him and out of the way, just in time for Bane to grab him instead of her.

Dad yells and struggles as Bane holds him off the ground by his head.

"Stop this Bane! We can help! We can Change what happened to- Ugh!"

Y/n stares at her dad in horror, her mom's body unmoving and bent in so many unnatural ways.

"Dad! No! Leave my dad alone!"

Y/n watches in horror before charging towards this huge man. Bane, now only using one hand to hold the entirety of Dads head, smacks Y/n into the wall with great force. A small child getting hit into a hard wall.

She blinks a few times, dizzy from impact but crawls towards her dad. A laughter fuzzy in the background, until a horrible sound fills her ears.

The cracking of bone and a mush before a final thud, as her dads head is crushed.

She froze looking at both of her parents infront of her. But only for a second until a big black cape crosses her eyesight.

"Don't look!" a growled voice. Batman came to save the day, but just too late.

He pulls her into his arms, squeezing her broken terrified body. Once he knew she was in his arms safe, he uses a grappling hook to pull them out of the chaos.

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"After that, we brought her back to Wayne Manor. Even after revealing my identity, she didn't react. She was like a ragdoll for months. Dick tried everything to help her grieve."

Bruce taps his foot thinking back, feeling her little traumatized body.

"It was only after that, when we found Jason again. Jason was so battered and bruised once Joker brainwashed and tortured him. After what Joker did to him, and Joker did to her. They bonded over it."

Damian looks down at the empty popcorn bowl in his lap with a growl.

"How did she manage an under cover mission around the man who killed her parents! I would've taken the first opportunity to cut him with my katana!"

He slips off the table with an angry growl. Before he could storm off Bruce lightly pats his head getting him to calm down.

"Y/n took alot of time to train and work though her anger."

Batman quickly looks to the side when his attention is pulled by a Zooming engine.

A motorcycle echoes though the bat cave and with a screeching holt it stops on one of the platforms.

A blue bird on his chest and incredibly strong build, Dick Grayson also known as Nightwing steps off the bike and lifts his helmet off his head.

"Hey Bruce! Hey Damian!" he walks up to them lifting his mask off his face with a satisfying sigh.

He looks up at the Bat computer and his eyes light up seeing Y/n's picture.

"Y/n's back? It's been forever!"

Batman smiles and nods.

"7 months to be exact."

Damian gasps and growls annoyed.

"You knew about Y/n too?"

"Yes! I helped train her." Dick assured grabbing the empty popcorn bucket Damian was holding.

"I wanna go say Hi before she goes back undercover."

He takes a few kernels, chewing on them a little before patting Damian on the head. Bruce shakes his head and presses a few more buttons.

"Not yet! She's catching up with Jason right now. She needs rest."

Dick stops chewing for a second then places the popcorn bowl down. He looks straight at Bruce with a serious face.

"How long is this gonna go on, Bruce? How long does he have to stay near that phyco?"

Batman stops typing for a second and turns to look at his two boys waiting anxiously for an answer.

"She doesn't want to leave, I've asked her. She's determined to stay." he looks down a little worried.

"Y/n has been undercover for a long time. I'm worried that before long. She'll become Ace instead of Y/n."

[yxtubers]

𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

matt sturniolo x reader (fluff, hurt/comfort)

summary: reader gets stood up on a date, but Matt comes and saves the day

warnings/notes: like one use of Y/N

requested?: yes! number 7 “a telling b they deserve better” and number 24 “if only you could see yourself how i see you" from my actions and dialogue prompt list

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You had been waiting for your date to arrive at your agreed meet-up spot. The dress you wore revealed your legs to the cold air and you pulled it down for the 10th time this night.

Pulling your phone out again, you texted them one more time. There was a myriad of messages from you stemming from “where are you?” to “are you coming?” and even a series of not so nice words.

To be fair you had been waiting for almost an hour and there was still no sign of your date.

Sighing, you clicked on Matt’s contact, listening to it ring before he finally picked up.

“Hey, you okay?”

You picked at the skin of your nails, feeling defeated.

“Not really. I think I just got stood up,” you said dejectedly, your head hanging low.

You could hear Matt sigh, before you heard the sound of him getting off what you presumed was the couch. Hearing his keys jingling, he was in his car in less than a split second.

“I’m on my way - stay where you are,” and with that, he ended the call.

You felt so stupid. You should’ve known something was wrong when Matt pointed out some of the strange stuff your date was doing…

- - -

Matt opened the passenger door for you, smiling as you let out a laugh of disbelief.

“You’re not the one taking me out, remember?” you joked. Although you wished it was him. You had always wanted it to be him - but neither of you ever made a move. You weren’t even sure if he liked you like that.

‘Maybe he does,’ you thought to yourself. Shaking your head you let the idea go.

You had spent too much time pining for him. It was time to move on - which is precisely the reason that you agreed to go on this date.

“I might as well be. I’m the one driving you aren’t I?” he retorted. You knew Matt wasn’t too fond of the person you were going out with, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint why.

You chalked it up to him being upset that your date didn’t pick you up themselves. Although you personally didn’t care, Matt had said it was a red flag that they didn’t confirm your date this morning - AND refused to pick you up.

You should’ve listened to him.

- - -

Matt’s car halted in front of you, and you could see him leaning against the console to open the door for you.

You hopped into the seat, deflating against the headrest as you clicked your seatbelt in. You thew your handbag in the back seat.

“What happened?” asked Matt carefully.

He could sense you were upset, so he didn’t feel like saying ‘I told you so’. In truth, he just wished he was the one taking you out, but he could never seem to bring himself to ask you. The fear of it being too awkward and ruining your friendship was a big factor in why he never made a move.

“They never showed up,” you mumbled against the window. Your head was leaning on the cold glass, your eyes shut.

You lifted your head for a moment, your hand coming to grasp at Matt’s forearm. “Thanks for coming to get me.”

Matt’s cheeks were tinged pink at the contact of your fingers against his exposed skin. If only he had the guts to confess to you.

“You know I always will,” he said.

Putting the car in drive, he began to make his way out of the parking lot. You felt so stupid. It was even worse that Matt had to see you like this; especially after warning you about the date. He was right.

“Matt?” you said, watching as the colours of the sun set reflecting brightly against his pale skin.

He hummed in response, briefly sparing a look at you before paying attention to the road.

“You were right.”

The car was silent for a bit, your words settling in. Of course he was right. He was your best friend, he only wanted what was best for you - why else would he have been so against you going?

“Don’t say that. You couldn’t have known this was going to happen,” he said.

While it was true, he did try to warn you beforehand so you should’ve known.

I mean what kind of date doesn’t pick the other person up? Especially since it was so far away from where you and the triplets lived.

“I should have listened to you,” you replied.

Matt found a quiet spot to park, setting his car off to the side of the road. It was a little car park near a diner. It wasn’t too far off home.

“I was only saying that because-“ Matt paused for a moment, his body swiveling to face you.

“Because what?”

The look he had in his eyes made you heat up. Your heart raced as you looked down at your hands, trying to avoid contact with him. If you stared into his eyes for too long you would make yourself belief that he actually liked you. But he didn’t…right? Although the way he was looking at you said otherwise.

“Because I know you deserve better.”

You scoffed lightly, looking out of the windshield. The sun had almost fully set now, the streetlights gradually turning on one by one.

“I’m serious,” he said, his hand coming to grasp yours. “You deserve someone who sees how special you are - who won’t ghost you or ignore you. Who will treat you like you deserve to be treated.”

Your heart fluttered at the feeling of his hands intertwined with yours. His thumb moved back and forth on the top of your hand, gently calming your nerves down.

“I’m not that special,” you laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

Matt’s eyes softened. He leaned his head down slightly to look into your eyes. Your eyes which were still trained onto anything but him. Lifting your jaw with his free hand, he made you look into his irises for what felt like the first time tonight.

“Oh Y/N, if only you could see yourself the way I do.”

Your heart felt like it skipped several beats. Scratch that, it felt as if it had stopped completely.

His blue eyes were trained on you. His brows furrowed in adoration as he watched you nuzzle into his palm. Your eyes drifted to his as his thumb now caressed your cheek, too.

“And what do I deserve exactly?” you whispered. It would’ve been inaudible if it wasn’t for how silent you both were - or how close your faces were to each other.

Matt’s lips curled into a smile.

“For one, someone who will communicate how they feel.”

Ironic, considering he never had the balls to ask you out.

“So this is me communicating. I like you. I really like you - and seeing you get all dressed up for someone who isn’t me was killing me. I want to be the one to take you out on fancy dates, drive you around. I know your worth, and you should too. Fuck that other guy if he couldn’t see what he was missing out on,” he said.

Your chest filled with warmth upon hearing his words.

You were almost surprised at how coherent it all was. He seemed so confident and sure of what he was saying. Now you felt blind for not seeing it before - of course Matt liked you.

His other hand came to rest on your jaw too, leaving your hands sitting on your lap. Now both his hands were on either side of your face, causing you to not be able to look away.

“Say something.”

Lips lifting into a huge grin, you leaned in slightly.

“If you didn’t want me going on that date you could’ve said so. I’ve been wanting you to ask me out for ages,” you laughed.

His nose nudged yours playfully before leaning his forehead onto yours. Your hands came to wrap behind his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“How about I make that happen, then? Let me take you out, I’ll make up for all our lost time.”

Your eyelashes fluttered against his as you closed your eyes. Matt had always made you feel so relaxed in his presence.

“I’d like that.”

And with those final words, Matt leaned back just an inch so that he could see your face again. His thumb grazed your bottom lip, his eyes never leaving the sight of them.

“Can I?” he asked, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

You nodded before pulling him in by his collar. Thank God you got stood up.

- - -

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[succubus-nini]

I hate how I genuinely believed that Kirishima(and bakugo) and Monoma hated each other's guts a little more than Monoma hated the rest of 1-A. The worst part is the fact that I can hear the two of them using Kendrick Lamar as a acceptable way to say they hate Monoma to his face then pretend like they were listening to music.

“I don't necessarily hate anybody, I just dislike their actions for the most part! I think everyone should be able to get along so that teamwork can help us defeat the villains and save the innocent civilians! Right, Bakubro?”

“Yeah yeah, Kirishima. Hurry up with your yapping so we can start training, we're on a schedule here.”

Monoma enters the room.

“Oh would you look at that! The hothead and his rocky guard dog!”'

“NOW LET ME SAY I'M THE BIGGEST HATER,”

“I HATE THE WAY THAT YOU WALK, THEW AT THAT YOU TALK, I HATE THE WAY YOU DRESS,”

“I HATE THE WAY THAT YOU SNEAK DISS, IF I CATCH FLIGHT, IT'S GONNA BE DIRECT!!”

“Were you two harrassing a student in the gym by saying you 'Hate the way hes dressed” and “If you catch flight, it's going to be direct??”

“What? No! We we're listening to Kendrick Lamar during our training session an sometimes we get a bit too into the beat, that's all.”

Bakugo silently nodding in agreement with a smirk on his face.

[shieldofiron]

Meals on Wheels

(Harringrove, just a flirty little drabble for @disabledbillyandsteveweek day 2 prompt-Family)

Steve thought it was maybe the stupidest thing he’d ever thought of. He and Robin had been having a sleepover and somehow the subject got around to tattoos.

“I would get a pin up girl but that might be tacky,” Robin sighed.

“As far as I’m concerned, the tackier the better,” Steve rolled up to his countertop and poured another glass of wine.

“Oh yeah, what are you getting? A nail bat?”

“Only if it says ‘who wants to get nailed,’” Steve snarled.

“What about a tramp stamp?” Robin took the glass of wine and sipped it. “Eat me.”

Steve thew a saucy look over his shoulder, dripping with king Steve charm, “Please. Look at me. It would say meals on wheels.”

Robin giggled, “Yeah, as long as we’re getting tattoos of wishful thinking I should get one on my hand that says, ‘Pussy destroyer.’”

“‘M just in a dry spell.”

“Yeah, okay,” Robin rolled her eyes, “Would you actually get ‘Meals on Wheels?’”

“Eat fast, eat fresh,” Steve quipped. “I’ll do it if you do, Madam Pussy Destroyer.”

Robin giggled loopily, “You know I did see an article about a tattoo parlor that specializes in sensory safe tattoos.”

“What’cha mean?” Steve wasn’t drunk, but he was a little tipsy on their good fortune in securing a wheelchair accessible apartment this close to the city center. Sure, a lot of rent had to come from their was Starcourt hush money, after Steve been paralyzed and a flayed Jonathan Byers has saved the world, but they he still found it and so Steve was happy to fork over the cash. The location was ideal, even if the city noise sometimes wrecked havoc on Robin’s sensory issues so they’d installed some extra sound proofing. But he wasn’t sure how a tattoo parlor was a part of that.

“It’s super cool, the owner has OCD so he made it so each room is private and soundproofed. They don’t play loud music, and offer headphones if the buzzing is too much, though you can bring your own movies. I’ve always wanted a tattoo, but some of those places are just too loud and busy,” Robin sighed.

“So you’ve always wanted to be a pussy destroyer?”

“No, shut up,” she blushed. “A Lilly, for my grandma.”

“Well maybe tomorrow we can go check it out.

“I wouldn’t want to do it alone.” She bit her lip. “I wouldn’t have the guts.”

Steve shrugged, “ok, you convinced me. It’s tramp stamp time.”

“No, you’re not serious,” Robin giggled.

“You’re my family. If you bleed, I bleed. You tramp stamp, I tramp stamp,” Steve said, only laughing when Robin did.

But then the next morning, his head pounding, he didn’t have too many defenses when Robin had looked at him with those puppy dog eyes and said she’d called and made them an appointment. She’d even brought in his motorized wheelchair and said that she’d buy bagels on the way.

But he was regretting it when they were finally there, and Steve was contemplating actually getting something permanently inked into his skin.

He wasn't sure if he was cool enough for this. He definitely wasn't cool enough for the artist that came in and introduced themselves to Robin. Their name was Eddie and they were practically covered in tattoos, wearing some cool unpronounceable band name t-shirt that they'd sewn to a mini tutu skirt to make a dress. They took Robin back to her room after they went over her sketch, a lilly painted with pale watercolor shades.

Robin squeezed his hand, "You're not gonna chicken out on me, right? I booked the only two person room they have so if you don't show up, I will know."

"I'm not chickening out," Steve laughed, "Though I hope your grandma isn't watching from heaven, because she'll probably see my ass."

Robin snorts, "She definitely saw your ass this morning when I helped you out of the shower. She was a tough old bird, a little of your pale ass won't scare her."

Steve snorted, "I'll see you in a moment."

Steve was starting to feel a little nervous. Honestly after Starcourt, he hadn't been interested in hiding his sexuality at all. Life seemed too short, he might as well unapologetically be himself, bi and disabled and ADHD and slutty and everything that was himself. But maybe the double entendre tramp stamp was a little too out there.

And then... he'd come in.

"Hi, Steve, right?" The guy was stunning, with long blonde curls streaked with blue piled up into a big bun on the top of his head. He offered a large, warm hand and Steve almost melted when they shook.

"Yeah, hi."

"I'm Billy, I'm the owner," Billy smiled, and Steve swore that he could see a cartoon smile, like Billy was an anime prince. An anime prince that had a giant seratonin tattoo that was splattered with that looked like watercolor. "I hope you don't mind that I use some hand sanitizer. I'm working on my handshake thing, but..."

"It's fine, ah... do you mind if I have some too?" Steve held out his hand.

Billy squirted Steve out a little of their fancy hand sanitizer.

"So I have to be honest, I wasn't sure what to expect when we got the call for a wheelchair themed tramp stamp that said meals on wheels," Billy licked along his lower lip, "But now that I'm seeing you it makes more sense."

Steve could feel himself turning red, "It was kind of a joke-"

"I mean," Billy leaned in, "You do look good enough to eat."

Steve shivered, blush spreading up to his hairline.

Billy straightened, "God, sorry. Sorry, that was so inappropriate-"

"It's fine."

"No, really, I can see if Heather is free to take over the appointment, except that-" Billy bit his lip, "I think I'll still have to be the one to help you onto the table. Maybe if Eddie and Heather work together... God, not that you're like... too big or... shit... I'm sorry."

Steve laughed, "Really, it's fine."

"You're not too big, you're like... perfect," Billy ran a hand down his face, "Sorry. I'm sorry. Chrissy should know she can't give me the pretty guys, I clearly can't handle it."

Steve glanced up, giving him that King Steve sparkle right back, and seeing the way it made Billy's eyes go wide and nervous.

Steve pressed on the joystick to his chair with one finger, running a hand along the tip flirtatiously.

Billy's eyes darted to his hand, and then back to his face.

"I think you can handle me," Steve said smugly, "Don't you wanna try?”

Steve left that day with a bit of a sore ass, though the sensation was soothed a lot by the business card that had Billy's personal number scrawled on the back.

"I can't believe the meals on wheels tattoo got you a date," Robin rolled her eyes as she attached Steve's chair to the floor of his van, tightening the straps down with a shake of her head.

"What can I say," Steve shrugged, "Billy looks like a hungry boy to me."

Robin gagged, "You are my family. But never, ever, say that again."

@intothedysphoria thanks for answering my question on this one.

[maybeintimeyoullwanttobemine]

Feeling Good (Lady Dimitrescu x fem maid reader)

The title is based off of that one Micheal Bublé song because it reminds me of her so much.

WARNINGS: Fluff

Happy reading, loves :)

You were a simple maiden in house Dimitrescu. All you ever wanted was for your mistress and her daughters to be happy, and content. When you were done with your chores, you would go to the library and pick out a book to read, usually a romance.

Reading these books did something to you. Like something awakening in your heart. Your mistress never allowed any manthings in her castle, even in writing, so all romance books consisted of two women.

You rested in the chair, smiling at the tooth rotting sweetness of the book. This was your favorite book. They way the main character spends time with her lover, and holds her hand. How cute! You wish that was you..

A loud buzzing and a sudden "HI (Y/N)" Made you fall out of your chair. "HOLY SHIT" You screamed as you hit the floor. You looked up to be meet with the deviously smiling face of Bela Dimitrescu, one of your mistresses daughters.

"Watcha readin?" She asked taking the book you almost thew across the room and skimming through it. "UHm I wouldn't read that if I were you. Some scenes in that book are-" she stared widly at a page in the book, closing it slowly and setting it down. "Suggestive-" you finish.

"What are you doing here, Ms. Bela?" You ask, putting the book in your bag. She smiled. "Could you read to me?" She asked. You nodded, smiling. "Why don't you go pick out a book you like, and I'll grab a chair for you. Bela nodded and ran over to the shelves. You picked up a chair and dragged it over across from yours.

She ran over to the chair and sat down. "I like this one!" She said. Bela handed the book to you. "Teeth and Iron" you say, reading off the title. A horror book. You didn't mind horror books, since you had to witness some horrors every once in a while in your day to day life in the castle.

"Chapter 1. Dark mist was the only thing keeping Ted away from the snarling monster..." You read. Your mistress was walking down the hall, passing the library. She heard you reading and peered in, seeing her beloved daughter listening.

You didn't notice her, but Bela did. "The slobbering creature reached out and-" you were cut off by Bela swarming to her mother and hugging her. You were surprised at seeing your lady here. You quickly straightened your dress and sat properly in your chair.

"What's going on here?" Alcina asks with a smile. "(Y/n) was just reading to me!" Bela responds, motioning for her mom to sit with you guys. 'NONONONONO SHIT NONONO' You screamed in your head. It's not that you didn't want your mistress around, you were just so awkward around her for some reason. You feel like you screw everything up in her presence.

You take a deep breath and greet your mistress. "Good evening, my lady" you say with a smile, your heart racing. "Good evening, pet" she greeted back, smirking slightly. 'WHAATADJFK??!!?!?!?!?' You thought, eyes wide. You felt your cheeks heat up. Bela was oblivious. "Ugh reaaaaaaad" she whined. You snapped out of it, hearing a chuckle from your mistress.

After a while, Bela falls asleep. You stop your reading and look at your lady, who was looking at you. "I'll get her to bed, don't worry" you stumbled, going to pick Bela up. "No no, sweet one. She's too heavy for you." Lady Dimitrescu sat up and scooped her daughter into her arms.

Your lady turned around. "I think my daughter's really do like you" she whispered, smiling. You nervously scratched your arm. "Thank you, mistress" you said, looking down. "Why don't you meet me in my quarters tomorrow? I have something for you" she whispered again, holding back a smirk this time.

You could barely get any words out. "Y-yes ma'am" you stammered. "Good girl" she praised, exciting the room with her daughter in her arms.

You just stood there, flabbergasted at what just happened. 'Nono I'm dreaming, right?' You thought, pinching your arm. You were in fact not dreaming.

You took a deep breathe and cleaned up around the library, before returning to your quarters. You were barely able to sleep. 'Why am I so awkward around her?!?!?' You thought, frustrated with yourself. You smooshed your head in your pillow finally fell asleep.

THANK YOU GUYSSSS.

I'm OBSESSED with Lady Dimitrescu and all I can think about is her. Thank you for feeding my obsession.

MORE CHAPTERS WILL BE PUT OUT!!

[sweet-villain]

All I See Is Red~ J.Q

Summary : Joe can play your game too.

@harringtons-cupid @haileighboi @pleasantlycrazyworld @clovermunson @moonchildquinn. @ceriseheaven @glamourpearlsandpolkadots @hawkins-high86 @cinemaquinn @woahlifehitsyahuh

His heart pulled strings when you walked by him without a glance with your head held up high. The smell of your perfume consumes him with thoughts of having you back in his arms. He was a big idiot for what he's done to you and broke your heart into small little pieces.

But you, you weren't going to forgive and forget. Not. by a long shot. He didn't deserve your forgiveness or even a glance your way no matter how much he stared at you with those doe brown eyes of his.

He knew how to use them on you and you weren't about to give in. You felt like fool thinking you were the only woman he wanted to be with. His eyes held another story as he took glances at her. At you, he spared some with a soft smile on his face. That smile could fool you before.

Then it all happened way too fast for his liking, you walked in on him as he had her face cupped with both his hands like he was leaning in to kiss her. But he stopped once he saw you standing by the door with a hurt look in your eyes and hands clasped together, digging your nails into your palms. Anger over took staring at the view of your boyfriend and her sharing almost personal space.

Joe opened his mouth to speak but you had turned your back on him, mentally telling him he could have all the fun he wanted with her and you weren't going to be in his way. Not anymore. You were done with him and his games. He played with your feelings and dug a knife into your heart that day.

Since then Joe couldn't stop thinking about you. Everything his eyes set on reminded him of you. Everything he smelled, connected back to you. His lip quivered as his eyes glossed over after watching you walk away from him.

There was no words spoken, you cut him out of your life and he didn't get a chance to speak to you. You ignored his presence and his linger eyes as you spoke with friends across the room. He swallowed the lump in his throat he's been holding as he held the drink in his hand.

I miss you ran through his mind watching the way you laughed, and that smile appearing on your face. He wasn't the reason for it anymore. He wasn't the person that stood by your side and you weren't the reason anymore to support him on his journey to the top.

" You know he's been watching you since the moment you walked in" one of your friends leaned over to whisper into your ear. Your lips thew in a thin line as you nodded your head. You knew he was watching you every step you took and every sip of drink that you had.

" Are you not going to say hi?" they asked. You scoffed as you looked over to her. " You're joking, right?" she shrugged.

" You didn't even let him speak-" you cut her off by shoving your empty glass off drink into her hands. " It's not really any of your business what went down."

As you turned around to make your way around. There she was. The same woman that ruined your relationship with Joe. The same woman that was making her way over to him with an arm on his shoulder and a kiss on his cheek. The red lipstick shown her imprint on him. It was like her mark she left. She turned to adjust her dress when she spotted you across the room.

A smirk falls on her face, raising her hand up as she waved towards you. You scowled at her little show, downing a shot that was offered to you as you turned making sure your back was to them. You weren't about to stare at the show they were going to perform. You had other things to do, people to talk to and laugh with.

You remember the words he used to tell you all the time.

" She mean's nothing, she's my friend" he says with a shrug. Yeah right, she meant something to him. You saw the connection. You saw the look in his eyes. He was lying through his teeth and digging his own grave further and further down.

" And what am I?" you asked, heart racing against your rib cage.

" You're the love of my life" he says bringing your hand up to kiss on top of your hand. Another lie. How many more can he spit out?

He held onto you like you were a loose thread waiting to be free in the wind. Yet, you were the one to cut yourself and fly away. He never caught you after that. But you didn't come alone.

Your friend, Chris had walked through the doors the moment you took another drink in your hand and felt his presence by your side. He wasn't bad looking, he knew what Joe did and intended to break his fingers if he came near you. Though, Chris and you were more like brother and sister. He didn't want you to come alone here, he knew Joe would be here.

After all, you both shared the same group of friends.

" Now you look really nice" Chris complimented you. You rose an eyebrows with a small snort, " Thank you Christopher, so nice of you to say" his nose twitched as the usage of his full name. But it's the hand around your waist and tugging to his side that caused Joe to see red. He had his jaw clenched and his nose flared up.

What was this? You were moving on already? Who was this?

" You look like your ready to pop, Joe" he heard one of his friends say to him. But those words went in one ear and out the other. Joe was furious looking at your so called date. How dare you?

He turned finally to the woman that left her red lipstick on his cheek, smiling at her. But it wasn't real. It didn't match his eyes.

" You look stunning" he says to her, wishing he said these words to you instead. She giggled, with a hint of red added to her cheeks waving him off. You gritted your teeth hearing the giggling and watching as Joe turned his attention to her.

" Calm down, he's not worth it" you bite down on your bottom lip wishing it was easier said than done. " Yeah" you nodded finishing your drink. The room felt really stuffy and you needed some air before you said something you'd regret. Your heels clicked on the floor as you headed out the door. Joe watched as you left your date side as he placed his drink down and goes to follow you, a hand stops him.

" She's not worth it" the woman he is familiar with, with a shook of his head he ripped his arm out of her grasp. " Not your decision to make" he follows you out to door, the air hitting him like never before as his eyes roam looking for you.

You were looking up at the night sky when someone sat by you. Your body froze as the familiar scent hits you. It's him. Couldn't he picked a better spot to sit than next to you.

" It's lovely out, isn't it?" he asks. You scoffed, looking away not wanting to hear the sound of his voice but yet, here he was wanting to talk to you.

" Yeah" you answered.

He turns his head towards you. His feet tap against the ground as his fingers tap against the bench you both are sat on.

" You look nice" he says. You rolled your eyes.

" I know" you responded, short.

" You know this doesn't have to be like this" he says motioning between you and him. You turned your head meeting his gaze. Your was cold and distant and his was filled with hope.

" Like what? Like nothing happened? Hm? That you didn't lie to me when she meant nothing to you" his eyes closed shut as your voice rose louder.

" You're going to cause a scene" he says. " Lower your voice" you chuckled.

" Then leave" you motioned to the door, " go back to that hag." He raises his eyebrow and smirks.

" You're jealous" he says. Yes, you were jealous, that after all this time he was the one that came to this thing with her. He didn't call you. He didn't try to talk to you until now.

" What do you want, Joseph?" you asked, tone filled with hurt. He moved over that your knee touched his.

" I want us to the way we used to be" his hand reached out for you, palm facing up in hopes you would put your hand in his.

" Things can't go back to the way they use to be. You didn't chose me, I was the second girl. You never made me a choice" his face dropped as he shook his head.

" That's where your wrong, I do choose you" you wanted to reach out to him and speak when Chris came out the back door looking for you.

" There you are, I thought you left without me" Joe glared at him as he shifted away from you.

" Is he bothering you?" he points to Joe. Joe's jaw clenched as he gripped the seat tighter in his hands.

" No. Chris-" Joe cut you off as he stands up adjusting his jacket.

" Good to see you Y/N" he offers his hand to Chris, " Joe" Chris knitted his eyebrows as he shook hands with him, " enjoy my sloppy seconds." He tapped Chris on the shoulder as your mouth dropped open hearing him.

" Excuse me?!" you shouted.

" Oh" Joe turned around placing a hand on his chest, " didn't mean to offend you there Y/N, but you know two can play your game." He points to Chris. " Good luck with her, your going to need it. She's quite the fox."

Joe left you standing there with Chris, as the only thing you saw was red.

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

Closeted Fears

The Captivating Princess/Original Character Elias Leroux Teen and Up (mild swearing) Word Count:1,336 Claustrophobia, PTSD, Intention Triggering, Abelism, Hurt No Comfort, Imprisonment, Nosebleeds. Summary: The Princess has been searching for a way to break in her newest toy, and finally figures out how Perfect hands held an iron grip on their handles. They were supposed to be safe, in the middle of a party, but when they strayed too far from the crowd. She had caught them, and pulled them off to a secluded hallway, claiming she needed "help" with something. Elias, though inebriated, could see a trap being laid. Pins and nets laid out before them, snaring the Socialite. A trap with no way out. The best course was to steer through as carefully as they could. It was their best course. They could have left their chair, but they knew they wouldn't make it far, and leaving their chair behind was akin to leaving their legs, so no dice there. They were neither strong enough, nor brave enough, to wrestle control back from her, either. So through the trap they must go, and hope that she would be kind. She never was.

This was hardly the first time something like this had happened. Ever since they came to the Palace after winning the Marvelous, the Captivating Princess had been deliberately and methodically going through ways to upset them. A well-fixed smile, a polite demure, and a well-practiced mask of unbothered indifference had gotten them through every trap thus far. They'd rendered awful stabbings into polite jokes, saying they knew many doctors. Chemical spills that ate away their favorite dress were 'nothing worse than what happened at their lab'. When she wanted to do something worse? Well, she was just as much a prisoner of the public eye as they were. She was a darling and beloved Princess, and Elias was darling and beloved Regent. They had many lovers, who could accompany them to any ball, salon, or suspicious meeting in the gardens. For those who weren't their lovers? Elias was not above manipulation and obfuscation to save themself. They could even make one of the Princess' own devotees giggle at her expense once or twice.

Without those people, the Socialite lost much of their defense against her. No one to sway, no one to distract her.They'd only been one on one with her a mere handful of times, and avoided it at every chance. Yet here they were, alone together, sitting and standing, in front of an open closet. Barely more than a cupboard. Elias took a deep breath at the sight, calming the rushing river in their veins. They knew she wanted them to go inside. It was tiny, and cramped. Had someone told her? Or was this simply another thing to check off on her list? If they stayed calm, she would never know, and that was that.

Carefully and calmly, they spoke. "You said you needed my assistance, Your Highness?"

"Yes," she responded. "I'm afraid I need that jar," she indicated a golden jar on the top shelf "and I'm not tall enough to reach. I thought I would find the tallest person I know, and that happens to be you, dear."

It was true, Elias was exceptionally tall, moreso in their heels, but she seemed to be neglecting a detail. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Your Highness. My chair won't fit in there, and you have the highest reach between us."

"Well, you'll simply have to stand."

"But-"

"I've seen you do it before," she pressed. "It won't be long, and I really must get that jar."

Elias had no memory of standing within sight of her, but clearly that was a moot point. She had already seen, and made her assumptions. They'd been rather hoping not to overtax their body today fetching a damned jar. "I... yes, Your Highness."

"Good," she purred.

They stood. They walked exactly as far in as they needed to. They kept calm. They reached for the jar. They heard their wheelchair being rolled away, and whipped around too late. They thew their entire body weight against the door, but the click of the lock sealed their personal trap. Solitary confinement.

The rushing of their blood returned, rapids so fast no seasoned Gondolier would dare navigate them. They twisted around and around, desperate for an exit. No mirrors. No tools. An empty space where the tools had been. Their skirts reached the walls of their tiny cage. It was suffocating. A sudden, earthy taste filled their mouth, causing them to gag. Nothing came out. Nothing was there. They ripped off a heel, and began to attack the door, the lock, any possible weak spot. They would do this until their hands were raw and blistered. They would cry so hard their nose would bleed, and their eyes would be swollen shut the next day. They would scream so long they would have no voice for a week. Again and again they would ram into the door, bruising and battering their body. When they could no longer stand, they would curl themself as small as they could, and try not to think of locked rooms, barred windows, and velvet-lined boxes. The Socialite would try their hardest not to think of how they would surely be forgotten, locked away in here until they were nought but dust, with no one to love them.

~

The party was long over when the Princess decided she had waiting long enough. The guests were gone, the servants were asleep. She made her way into that hallway once more, and retrieved both key and chair from where she had hidden them. As she approached the disused cupboard, she could hear right away the impact it had made on Hearts' little splinter. Their anguished sobs were the most beautiful music she had heard all night. 'Lovely,' she thought. She had finally found a way to break them. That Lively Gossip would be well-rewarded for the tip. Maybe now she could have fun with them. Oh, but first, she would need to set them free.

She rapped her knuckles, lightly, on the door.

A desperate wail of "LET ME OUT!" was their reply.

Oh yes, this was exactly the result she had wanted. "Only if you make a promise-"

"I PROMISE, I PROMISE!"

"That you'll spend the night with me."

"YES, PLEASE, I PROMISE, ANYTHING, LET ME OUT!"

They choked on their last words, and she laughed. "How sweet you can be," she muttered. It did not take long to open a door, but she drew it out as much as she could. The Princess wanted to savor their fear. he made certain to keep a firm grip on their chair's handles as well. When the door was finally open, she could see what a mess they had made. Two heel-less shoes, and two broken off heels, were near their skirt. The Socialite was looking more stained than usual, blood dripping from their nose and ruining their bodice. They were adorably pitiful. She had hardly enough time to take in the art, when they got up, and bolted out the door, sidestepping their chair entirely. Bare feet slapped against the floor as they ran. Her own heels clicked calmly after them. It was below her dignity to push a rider-less chair, so she dragged it behind her.

Elias had only made it halfway down the hall when they collapsed, loosing their glasses in the fall. She was quick behind them. They began to lift, to try again, but she planted a heel firmly onto their spine, and stopped that nonsense before it could begin again. "I promise, I promise," she sing-songed in a mockery of their panic. "Come along, little Regent."

"Can't... move," they said.

"Beg," she commanded.

"Your Majesty, please, help."

"Oh, Majesty? Better not tell my mother. Of course, sweet flatterer, I'll help. Royalty must help royalty, after all." She moved her hell from their back to their fragile glasses, and crushed them underfoot. She lifted the whimpering Socialite into a sitting position, then dragged them up and into their chair. A servant could clean this mess later. Elias began to cry once more, as she steered them off to a private room.

[kmfdmsuckz]

I told my mum about my gender dysphoria a thew weeks ago, and tell me why she got me a dress and said "I hope it reminds you that you're a girl." I hope her boyfriend yells at her again

[cinemastyles-blog]

Red Cuffs

Summary: Harry gets thrown a pair of red cuffs on stage but little do the fans know that he takes them home and uses them on y/n.

Not a request

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, handcuff usage, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, roughness, biting, hair pulling, absolute filth

Master

LIVE ON TOUR HARRY

Harry bends down slowly, picking up something a fan thew on stage, “Now, what is this?” He asks with laugher attached to his voice, “Come on now… this is a family show.”

He stands back up, putting his mic back onto the stand and holding up a pair of red fluffy cuffs with his pointer finger.

The fans scream because they know what’s coming next.

“Or is it?”

The lights go down and the bands starts playing the intro to Kiwi.

You see Harry’s shadow move back by the drums to probably get a sip of water before running back up to the mic.

“She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes..”

——

“Thank you! Thank you!”

Harry does his walk after the whale, thanking the fans and bowing, “Thank you!” He waves, standing there amazed at how well he’s doing, “Goodnight!”

Harry runs off the stage, wrapping his sweaty arm around your waist, pulling you along with him.

No words were exchanged until you were in the car.

“That was a great show, babe!” You smile and lean over to kiss him, “Not so much a family show, but it was great.” You laugh and sit back to buckle your seat belt.

“You see some wild things, baby. Some wild things.” He starts to undress to put on his robe, “Also.” He leans forward, reaching into his back pocket, “Snagged you something.”

He tosses the cuffs from the stage onto your lap, “Thought you’d like them.”

Your mouth drops and you look over at him, “You did not keep these.”

He nods as he kicks his pants off, “I sure did.”

You pick them up, “Wow these are..” you inspect them, “Not real, so you know what that means.” You bite your lip and look over at him.

He pulls his robe over his arms and turns towards you, “Hmm?” He tilts his head, waiting for you to finish because he wants to hear you say it.

“I want you to use these on me.”

——

You get back to the hotel, quickly making your way up to your suite.

“I’m going for a shower babe, care to join?” Harry walks into the bathroom and starts the shower before walking back out. You set your bag on the table and turn towards him, “Okay.”

You smile as you walk up to him, his skin still slightly sticky from the sweat his robe held on him, “Help me get this off?” You turn around for him to unzip your dress.

He glides the zipper down with ease, pulling the straps down your arms and letting it fall to the floor. He spins you around and lifts you up, walking into the bathroom.

You look down at him, “I still have my underwear on.”

“Do you like these ones?”

You shrug, “eh, they’re not my fa-“

You hear the fabric rip and Harry pulls them off, “All gone.”

You shake your head and smirk, “Impatient are we?”

“I can’t wait to use those cuffs on you.” He pecks your lips before stepping into the shower and setting you down.

Your shower is pretty much a normal shower, all but the teasing each other and hot make out sessions every time you brush your ass against him.

He shuts the water off and you step out, wrapping a towel around your body.

Harry gets out and wraps one around his waist, “So you said they’re not real? What do you mean by that?”

“Oh they have the release thing. You can unlock them without a key.” You start to blow dry your hair and Harry nods, “Alright.”

He stands there, hair still dripping as he debates on ripping your towel off right then and there, “Are you done yet?”

You flip the hair dryer off and set it down, turning towards him with a smirk, “Do you want me to be?”

He smirks and moves towards you, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder. You laugh all the way to the bed, “You lost something.”

You point to the towel on the floor and Harry looks down at his naked body, “Don’t need it for this part.”

He opens your towel, his lips kiss up your stomach and between your boobs. He kisses up to your lips and you wrap your arms around his neck, “You looked so hot on stage tonight.”

He smirks against your lips, “You looked so hot just standing there watching me.” His hand slides down your body, pressing between your legs, “We’re you this wet the whole time?”

You shrug, “Is that really a question?”

He chuckles and plunges two fingers into you, swallowing your moans, “Did you think about this?”

You nod, “Oh yes. I did.” Your back arches off the bed as he rubs that sweet little spot hidden right inside, “F-fuck.”

He leans down, taking the skin of your neck between his teeth and sucking on it. Your moans grow louder the longer he toys with you.

“Need you.” You whimper out, “P-please.”

“I want to play a little bit, baby. I promise you’ll get me, just be patient.” His words are soft, quiet. His fingers work faster, causing you to squirm in pleasure.

You let out a whimper and tangle your fingers into his hair as he goes back to leaving little love bites all over your neck, “H-harry.”

“Cum for me, then you can have me.”

His words are addicting. You could listen to him talk dirty to you all day and night.

“I’ll put the cuffs on you if you’re a good girl and cum for me.”

You moan and clench around his fingers. Your hand tights and tugs the hair that you have a hold of, “F-fuck. Fuck, shit.”

Your eyes roll back and your body arches, pleasure consumes you for a short time before you’re riding you high down. Harry’s fingers slowly pull out of you and you look up at him, “Was I a good girl?”

He smirks and brings his fingers up to your lips, “Yes you were.”

You wrap your lips around his fingers, sucking the slick that came with them off. He watches as you swirl your tongue around them, humming as you do.

“Where did you put them?” He withdrawals his fingers and stands up.

“Table. In my purse.”

He nods and walks over to get them. He holds them with his pointer finger and spins them around, “You want these on you?”

You sit up and nod, “I do.”

“Turn around. Hands behind your back.”

“What am I? Under arrest?” You giggle and turn around, sitting on your calves as you look back at him.

“Under arrest for being sexy.” He can’t help but laugh and he shakes his head, “Sorry. I didn’t think that would sound as funny.”

You laugh and sigh, “Oh harry.”

He slides the fluffy red feathers down your arms, ticking them which causes you to twitch your arm.

He pushes the button and the on side opens, “Mm.”

You bite your lip as he clicks it over your left wrist.

He does the same with the right and your heart starts beating faster, you can hear it thumping in your ears.

“Fuck, you look so hot.” Harry groans lowly and pumps his cock a few times, “Bend over baby.”

You lean forward, laying your cheek flat on the bed. You take a deep breathe, slightly shaking with excitement as Harry lays his hands on your asscheeks and gently pulls them apart.

He pushes his face into your wet cunt, licking and slurping up the wetness. You gasp and moan loudly, pushing your hips back slightly. He keeps his hands on your ass, squeezing and digging his finger tips into your skin.

“Fuck, harry. That feels so, so good.” You pull your wrists slightly, whimpering at the thought of not being able to touch him.

He moans against you, dipping his tongue in and out of you a bunch of times before leaning back. He gets onto his knees behind you, tapping his cock on your folds a few times before pushing the tip in.

You gasp and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.

He pushes his cock inside of you slowly, painfully slow.

You let out a loud moan, pulling your wrists apart, “Shit, Harry.”

His hand comes down to rest on your lower back, fingers intertwined with your one hand. His other hand holds your hips, slowly guiding it back to rise off and fall back down into his cock.

“Fuck, this is such a hot thing to look at.” He moans and thrusts his hips slowly to meet yours, “Fuck yeah.”

Moans slip from your lips repeatedly, growing louder as he pushes deeper inside of you and holding it there. He takes his other hand and holds the center of the cuffs, “If this hurts, let me know.”

“yeah, okay.” You try to nod but your head is pushed too close to the bed, “I’m okay, baby. I just need you to fuck me.”

He chuckles slightly and nods, “Alright.”

He pulls down on the cuffs, using that as leverage to pull you back down onto his cock when he goes to thrust back in.

“Fuck, baby.” He moans and tilts his head back, “Shit your pussy is amazing.”

He grips the cuffs tighter and leans down slightly, his eyes gave over your bent over body in front of him.

You moan and squeeze his hand, “Fuck, Harry. I’m goi-“

“I can feel you, baby. Go ah-ahead and cum.” He moans and tries to keep the pace steady, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum myself.”

You moan and clench around him, pushing your hips into his, “Fuckfuck, shit.” You moan loudly into the bed, digging your nails into his hand.

Harry’s thrusts get sloppy as he pulls out and shoots his cum all over your lower back, “Fuck, baby.”

You turn your head, panting as you get air into your lungs.

Harry reaches over and grabs your towel, wiping off your lower back before he hits the release button on the cuffs.

“Are you okay, y/n? Your wrists look a little red.” Harry rubs his fingers over the indentations of where the metal was pulled against your skin.

You roll over and plop on your back, bringing your wrists up to inspect them, “I’m fine, babe. I promise.”

You smile and reach up for him, “Cuddle me please?”

He smiles and cleans himself off before falling onto the bed next to you. You roll over and lay your arm and leg over his body and he covers you guys up with the blanket, “So what you’re saying is, if I get thrown another pair of cuffs, I need to bring them home?”

“Only if they look durable.”

——

Just another smut one shot that came to mind.

Not edited so if there’s any mistakes, I’m sorry!

If you have any ideas, feel free to -> send them here

My anon is on!

[mouthymercx0x0]

It could be coincidence, or it could be something like the power of love and all that. The moment he felt a very specific someone staring at him, FINALLY, Itachi opened his eyes and blinked slowly. The hospital chair was so uncomfortable that his spine felt like it'd been turned to intricate origami, but he barely registered it. The only thing that he registered, and the only thing that mattered, was seeing Wade awake again. Alive. Which also did not prevent him from saying the first thing coming to mind.

«Next time you intend to almost die, please warn me beforehand. Otherwise, it might just be me dying of heart failure instead when I'm told thew news.»

"I um...." He was upset more so that Itachi was worried. "D-don't worry about it my love...I um...I can't really die anyways. I am sorry I worried you but, I am fine!" He lifted up his hospital dress showing off a fully healed body.

"I have been through alot before. Ripped in half....melt all my bodies. Impaled a number of times. I....." He paused looking away.

"I barely feel it anymore..."

[kelvinthegoatt]

Can you draw a royal navy commander in full dress?

gimme thew reference

[midnight-faye]

MA SALVE!

Let's yap about Erina! I'd like to ask:

🥰- Does your MC have a partner and if so what are they like together?

😵‍💫- What is your MC like drunk?

👾- In modern day, what would your MC be like?

🪁- What hobbies does your MC practice?

Tanti abbracci 💕

Hii, yes I love yapping about her!

🥰 Not to spoil much, but Erina is with Poppy, their relationship is very sweet and romantic. They're very touchy and cuddly with each other (to the point they embarass their friends). Erina is very protective and caring of Poppy, while Poppy always finds a way to make her smile.

😵‍💫: She'd be talking about random facts and then burst into tears randomly, yapping on how much she loves her friends. It's hard to get her drunk, but with many drinks she becomes her most emotional and talkative self. Probably prone to run away when drunk. (Natty, as the responsible bestie, hates it)

👾 in a modern au with no magic, she'd probably be a stylist or a chef. She loves dresses and fashion and everyday she dresses with elegance, so probably a career in fashion would make sense. She'd be kind of famous on social media, a bit of an influencer and use it to spread info about fashion, but also random stuff she likes. She'd be living in a big city, but still with nature around (probably in Italy or Scotland). Erina would use public transport a lot, romanticising thew bus or train daily trip.

🪁 Erina loves long walks, reading and shopping. She loves strolling around Hogwarts and surroundings, reading in the Ravenclaw Room during the winter, shopping trough Hogsmeade and then having a drink at The Three Brommsticks. Also spending time with Poppy and Highwing, gossiping with Natty, as well as studying with her house friends.

Please give me more, I love them!