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what is it about cruise ships that you find ugly? like are there any specific ones you hate or is it just all of them?
okay so ive been puzzling over to how to answer this for A While⢠because:
theres so many ugly cruise ships i would love to roast, and theres a part of me that wants to make a sideblog about it a la @mcmansionhell but for cruise ships
i am autistic and this is my special interest and i also want to infodump about ship design conventions
theres also really pretty oceanliners like the ss france that got converted into cruise ships where the magical girl transformation sequence malfunctioned badly.
its not always just like the exterior thats badly designed, theres both Awful design inside the ship like the disney wish, and Awful business plans and conduct like the epirotiki lines
...but, thats a lot.
so instead, ive settled on four exterior design issues that i think you can see in a lot of cruise ships even if you dont know shit about ships.
this is by no means an exhaustive list but just some common observations that you will see in 97% of cruise ships.
im also gonna include an example ship for each and also further examples when needed.
so without further ado:
1. your ship looks like a bus and a ferry had an unholy love affair that ended with a baby neither wanted.
as an example of this anchor-christ, may i introduce you to the celebrity edge
something about the stern (back) just reminds me of diamond busses here in the uk while the bow (front) has a distinctly ferry-like look.
the super-structure that you see peaking above the spaceship-bridge on the bow is giving me double-decker bus energy.
the orange viewing box elevator thingy gives construction site energy, but also gives me public transport vibes? like i can just see something similar being added on buses with no explanation and we'd all just be like i guess buses are getting the budget silicon valley treatment.
further, celebrity edge has relatively sharp angles at the stern and bow. if you look at a lot of ocean liners, youll see shallower sweeping angles curving down, while a lot of cruise ships will have these sharper angles (though by angles, i mean curves still) or just will stop at the stern:
[Image ID: collage with five ships. In the top left corner, there are two images with the profiles of the SS France and the SS Andrea Doria. In the top right, there is the stern of the MSC Meraviglia. Bottom left: the stern of the Costa Deliziosa. Bottom right: stern of the Norwegian Epic]
though not pictured above, the rms queen mary actually earned her title at the miss pacific ocean competition where a cruise ship will never win because theyre just too ugly.
but my point is that the abrupt ending of superstructure and ship at the stern looks like a bus. it just does.
there is also like "this is just a block of flats" energy with the costa deliziosa, but thats getting into the next point:
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2. oh no gang, billy bear misplaced his msc seaside hotel and now its floating out to sea on a barge! can you help him?
yes this is a butlins reference, what are you gonna do about it? call a red coat on me?
the msc seaside is one of many cruise ships where it looks like someone put a hotel on a barge... which is what a cruise ship actually is.
like, they are barely ships. anyone who says theyre going on a cruise to explore the ocean is trying to buff out their tinder bio. while cruise ships technically can sail across oceans, they dont. their journeys are incredibly short they sail very close to land, avoid any rough weather and its mandatory for all of their captains to have a north american blue grouse fursona.
and thats all because a cruise ship is hotel complex on a barge. its purpose is not to sail far because its just a hotel. there are multiple swimming pools and restaurants and night clubs and fucking rollercoasters on some of them. you can buy souvenirs, you can go do yoga, you can get a massage and as long as your surname doesnt end with a double n, you can put your kid into the available childcare.
forget sending the british army to pontins during covid, lets send them to pontoons!
hotels on barges are the most common version youll see, but there are other variations which include:
chopping mall 2: carnivore cruises
the 2006 remake of the anchor-christ: abargements/if youre renting in a block of flats on a barge, do you pay rent to a waterlord or is your landlord firmly stood on ground?
the happiest place on earth: disneywater!
the entire shenanigans going on with the freedom ship which i do not have time or energy to get into right now, so lets all just calm and down and take a breath and...
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...3. close your eyes, imagine, feel it. youre on a cruise ship, the ovation of the seas; its an early august night and petrichor deluges the air. the skies above you glisten, a whirlpool of colour illuminated by hundreds of tiny flecks of light. youre alone on the deck, standing at the stern with your arms precariously balanced on the barrier as you turn your attention to the ocean below. its dark, the gentle waves nearly imperceptible yet bar the bone-white crests against the hull. you watch, captivated, listening to the ocean sing its terrible song. yet then somewhere behind you, the mellow thud of hoofs on the wooden deck weaves between the waves and the melody. you look up, lock eyes, feel a hurricane surround you as he stares back, do you remember to count his fingers?
so, you might have noticed that a lot of modern cruise ships, especially the bigger ones, look like some check-mark tech-bro on the bird app used an ai to steal the work of naval architects, photographers, artists, etc. to generate "their own design" for a cruise ship.
the example i chose for this was the ovation of the seas:
the super-structure has copy and paste vibes. the ship also looks like its lurching forward to attack me but thats beside the point.
one of the issues the designers for these ships - i would say naval architects but cruise lines sometimes choose someone for head of design who is not a naval architect and has never been on a ship before for shits, giggles and profits- run into is that its really difficult to make a long blank wall look good.
if youve ever made a house in the sims, youve probably ran into this yourself. youre happily building your house and it looks really good at the front and the back, but the side of it is just a wall and adding windows is giving copy and paste vibes.
my trick for this is either fake chimney, add an extra small popout, vines everywhere or hide it with trees, but these are not viable options for a cruise ship.
trust me, i checked:
hence, we end up with very long ships where its just ctrl c ctrl v for 300+ metres.
so how do you fix this?
well, idk maybe you could take notes from any of the longer ocean liners built in recent history.
you know, like the ss united states or the rms queen mary 2 or the ss michelangelo or the ss normandie or the mv kungsholm or the ss principe perfeito:
now im not saying all of these liners are the most beautiful boats ever; theyre not. as much as i adore her, queen mary 2 is a little ugly. most of them even have an element of copy and paste.
but none of them feel ai-generated. and a lot of them look really really pretty. you can tell that they were designed by human beings.
because the naval architects and naval designers who knew what they were doing. weve got clever use of colours, gorgeous use of curves and sweeping lines that balance out all the design elements. the sameness is broken up when possible, and the ship has focal points designed within to catch your eye.
and all of them have beautiful bows. most ocean liners had/have noticeable bows due to functionality; they needed sharp bows to cut through waves because they were crossing the ocean every week. and so extra care would be taken to both make the bow work for its function and also, look really fucking cool.
the ss normandie specifically has a unique bow shape and structure designed by vladimir yourkevitch, a russian naval architect who had emigrated to france after the russian revolution.
the bow is slanted and looks almost clipper-like. theres this clear bulbous bulb (thats the wrong term but the bit at the bottom) beneath the waterline. this design is matched with a slim hull designed to be hydrodynamic, which made her a very fast ship.
she and the rms queen mary fought over the blue ribband for several years before ww2 broke out. [x][x]
its a little wibbly-wobbly-looking but it gives her a very distinct profile and she just looks really cool. you dont notice the repeating pattern of windows on the super structure because of how striking her entire design is.
and well, there has been attempts to capture this with cruise ships.
they run into problems with it though because their bows are not designed the way ocean liners' bows were because a cruise ship does not need to cut through waves. itd be really weird if you were in a fancy restaurant and you were giving a steak knife for your caesar salad.
so what else can you do to make your bow look so beautiful her kissing booth would be sold out all weekend?
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4. your bow art is ugly. it is ugly. it is really ugly. please stop putting art on your bow. it is all ugly.
yeah.
take a moment .
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its okay.
i promise
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shes not real.
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you can breathe.
take another breath.
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youre okay.
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are you scrolled far down enough that you cant see her anymore?
yeah so that was the aidanova. probably the worst bow art i have ever encountered but im yet to encounter any bow art that isnt awful.
pride of america is terrible; caribbean princess' is just completely out of place; norwegian prima is the epitome of "what the fuck?"; majestic princess' makes the ship look naked somehow.
now i will concede that a lot of bow art is probably aimed at children because family cruises are a thing, but i wont concede that it changes anything.
the bow art is still ugly and i struggle to see how it would be appealing to a child. like engaging children is more than just throwing some bright colours and patterns on a canvas? children are smarter than that and even in my joking post making fun of cruise ships, im not gonna stand for the way we invalidate the personhood of children. theyre not things to be distracted with simple solutions.
weirdly the aidanovas is the one id be less harsh about in terms of engaging children because there is more to dig into like a boat version of thomas the tank engine or like how do boat body work? the art isnt surface level.
but its still just ugly. the shape of the bow does not compliment the face and the change in colour in the eyes is very distracting.
tbh, if youre gonna do bow art, youve got two options that arent awful:
actually aim it at kids in a way thats not just surface level look at bright colour braxter. have focus groups with kids, gets their feedback, have kids contribute. respect the intelligence and personhood of kids.
just go all out. balls to the fucking wall, just break every damn rule in the book and apply every technique your art teacher hated. the ship is gonna be ugly anyway, make it fun ugly. camp is in. pantomime it up in this bitch!
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and anyway, that concludes my "brief" answer to this question đ
btw if you would follow a blog that just trashes cruise ships because of how ugly they are, please tell me because like, if enough people would enjoy it to make the effort worth it, i Will do it.
#anon#aimed for short and ended up not short#again#long post#i tried but i just#cruise ships are so ugly#cruise ships#ocean liners#shipping history#ss normandie#vladimir yourkevitch#ovation of the seas#aidanova#msc seaside#butlins#pontins#celebrity edge#norwegian epic#ss hellenic prince#billy bear#freedom ship#shipposting
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My villain origin story
#ugh. it was probably the bait#i was a fool for thinking an heirloom vegetable would lure in anyone but the chef#if i wanted those bottoms to bite#nothing short of an actual throbbing dick would have sufficed#even if edmond got so absolutely flabbergasted at the sight of it and skewered it#would i not then be able to pull him in via his sword? stuck in the dick bait that traps swords like quicksand?#looks like i didn't do enough research. the bottoms eluded me#but not for long... *adjusts my spectacles*#i don't make the same bait mistakes... *mumbles while calculating* more than three times . probably#to be fair when i first started playing i didn't know that the characters i was aiming for were all bottoms#but. that's just how it ended up. and apparently nuca had other plans for me#where the FRINCK is that meme with the clothing store where it says 'buy a bottom Get a top'#anyway! this is a nice precursor to the massive lecture i'm about to drop#nu carnival garu#nu carnival olivine#nu carnival edmond#nu carnival yakumo
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the courier and dean domino reunite in the commonwealth
in a very, very self-indulgent photoshoot đ
this is my courier, elle days, and i have an AU where she also becomes the sole survivor through many shenanigans
and this particular story is an AU of that AU! where dean left vegas after she disappeared, wandered over to new york, left in a real hurry after a number of unfortunate events that he'll never breathe a word about, and joined magnolia singing in the third rail. ship dynamic stuff under the cut (also, here's their pinterest board and spotify playlist):
because it's a relationship involving dean domino, there are Definitely Issues, but to sum it up... start with your standard sunshine/bastard trope, then fill in the "bastard" side with "dean domino," and the "sunshine" side with "her fawning altruism actively fucks her up" and "amnesia makes things worse, actually" and "she's wrapped herself in so many layers of indecision and self-denial she doesn't know who she is a lot of the time" -- and so, by being him, he can cut through all the noise to her core, while she gives him the opportunity to figure out "what next?" after beginning again (that he definitely doesn't deserve)
on a technical level... yeah, so that's ham. LOL. poor ham got face sculpted a lil bit and given sunglasses and made to do silly poses. i don't remember which poses these originated as, but i used the SHIT out of photo mode and screen archer menu -- the second set wouldn't have been possible without SAM's tools for customizing poses! i'm using REACTOR ENB + ELFX + ultra interior lighting + ELFX + UIL merged patch, and my full modlist can be found here
special shoutout to the encouragement crowd on my other posts: @acdceasypeasy - @kasualkaymer - @soultrappedstjiub - @owlehh - @kitelined
#fallout 4#fallout: new vegas#dean domino#courier six#fallout 4 screenshots#dean domino/courier six#elle#mala talks#i told myself i would keep it short#i failed#anyway dean goddamn domino does Not deserve that particular warm gooey smile of elle's being aimed at him#elle doesnt have the best taste in people sometimes#and by sometimes i mean girl please im begging you#but its bc she goes out of her way to see the humanity in everyone#and sometimes that works out amazingly#and other times.#she ends up in a situationship with dean fucking domino#btw every time i've imagined them reuniting like this in fo4?#has not gone happily LOL its always dramatic af#but these pics are so cute and so self-indulgent
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It's always interesting to hear about people's weird/unexpected "alternate life paths". Like, something that you could have done with your life, a job you almost took, a school you almost went to, etc - that was still actually realistic enough that it could have happened, but NOW it seems to not suit your current personality.
Like for example, I currently hate advertising (how manipulative it is, brands trying to be 'relatable', social media amplifying it to an obnoxious extreme, etc.) so much that even seeing a little ad before a youtube video is grating to even witness, but there was a point in time where I was genuinely seriously considering going into marketing/making commercials as a career lol. Or like, I have a relative who was very inclined to be a pastor when they were younger, even though today they're a super strong atheist, etc. etc.
#BECAUSE I knew I really liked filming and editing things and doing set design and costume design (from having done little bits of that#here and there in media classes and my own stuff - i used to be a lot more into making videos than I am now). BUT I was always thinking#that a movie is WAAY to big and long. even a short film. So I was trying to think of ways I could still like#have the fun of scouting locations to film and dressing up actors and etc. etc. without it having to be a Huge Million Dollar Production#on tv show or movie level. SO then I was thinking about like... just doing commercials. Or music videos. Like shorter things where I still#get the fun of the filming and everything but it's less of an intensive long term project.#So there is an alternate version of me (I suppose if i somehow did not end up having physical and mental health issues#as badly somehow.. or like.. randomly came into wealth and was able to pay my way through a nice college despite missing#days constantly being out because I'm sick or something lol) that works in some corporate advertising office coming up with commercials#and directing or filming them or doing the sets for them or something in that general vicinity.#I also was considering being a corporate psychologist. or whatever its called.. oh from google:#''Industrial and organizational (I/O) psychologists study and assess individual group and organization dynamics in the workplace''#I don't think I even knew what the job entailed. I was at the time just thinking like.. the type of person that comes into a business offic#and gives everyone personality assessments or does MBTI or big-5 testing crap for whatever reason that some businesses get that#done for people. Really i just wanted to be in a Corporate Big Office setting yet still do psychology. Because I used to be really fixated#on living in a big city. Like the ideas of everything being walkable. picking up a coffee in the morning. walking to my job in a Big#Skyscraper Building. people watching in a huge hotel lobby for lunch. flying frequently (I love airplanes and airports aesthetically).#living in an apartment with a giant window overlooking the city. etc. etc. BUT that was before i had really BEEN to a city. Then I actually#hung around a city a few times and went places and I was like... AUGh... The Sensory Overwhelm.. cars people lights loudness noise scary#everything happening all at once. etc. etc. (though even when I wanted to live in a city i NEVER strove for the Night Life. when i say I#enjoy city imagery I mean like... in the day time. Many people who like cities talk about The Night Life and post pictures of cities all#lit up at night and clubs and dancing and restaurants. none of that EVER appealed to me. perhaps a sign I am not a real city person. Like#I am NOT standing in a crowded bar full of loud people in the middle of the night lol.. get AWAY from me!!) but I do adore the#architecture of like bright white clean sterile modern spaces like huge airport lobbies or malls or etc. I think thats what reminded me of#city and what I liked about the idea of that life. Like I always LOVED the layout of schools and hospitals and trainstations and public#transport in general. Though even then I knew enough that I would not be a good architect/city planner. so I guess my adoration for those#spaces was merely to be channeled into LIVING there. but then I realized I didn't even really want to do that that much. I mean I still#definitely aim to live NEAR a city. like the little areas outside of it. I would never live in a rural place 4 hours from anything. I liter#ally just COULDNT since I need close access to hospitals sometimes lol. But I used to want to live in the CENTER of citites like high rise#condo. and now I'm like.... eh....... perhaps a smaller quieter walkable space nearby lol.. ANYWAY.. alternate me in my Business Suit eheh
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I thought about âman what if the tall altmer genes did get all the way through to Wrenâ and then thought about Tall Wren and the only way I could think about it was like the sims 3 toddler glitch where they become stretched out spaghetti monsters, and I think that sums up how disconcerting Tall Wren would be
#I can't think of him as taller just. stretched out...#he needs to be nerfed he has 10000 health IN GAME is really good at a lot of magic and alchemy stuff and knew how to remove and build a leg#thus he is under 5'5"#vena vents#not art#as I see it some of Vavani's kids who were half altmer probably also went to other altmer territories and hooked up with more altmer there#during cultural studies or something idk#so there's a strongish presence in the gene pool#But as time went on descendants meandered back to mostly just vvardenfell which generally involved just dating other dunmer#and eventually altmer traits sans perhaps height (which the llerdus might just aim for in partners anyway) stuck around for a bit but#tapered off as well#so by the time Wren was born you'd think they're 100% dunmer#and he ended up really short
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Thereâs a writing workshop I go to every two months where we write short pieces and read them out. I think Iâve just come up with the most horrible, hilarious, devastating, embarrassing and bitterly hopeful story and Iâm writing it right now, itâs making me emotional
#if I donât write I DIE#I NEED to write#I have such a massive backlog of scripts short stories and unpublished books I need to write#like a shark needs to swim#unfortunately the word limit is only 1500. I guess I can look at that as a challenge#however I suffer from Chronic Embarrassment#so sharing these is actually so so so hard#ESPECIALLY on the internet omg#but I decided to do an autobiographical short story#because I can read it and other people can read it and never talk about it again#it was like a fucking epiphany man. Iâm just wrapping up the ending and working it out#how I want it worded etc#itâs a really sad one with a happy - if strange - ending#like the title is so bizarre#âwait wtf is this I need to find out how this happenedâ is the response Iâm aiming for with the title#it sounds like an onion headline
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Cloud Retainer will act so formal and put together, but. In a romantic relationship, there will be. A Notable increase in how affectionate she is to her person.
#hc; cloud retainer#//She likes close physical contact; be it prolonged hugs or even casual touches meant to be special#//Is why it is a Big Deal to her if people esp men touch her so casually#//Either you are family (adopted/seen as such) or you are a s/o#//Or you arenât; and you will instead end up with a Very Annoyed bird lady#//At BEST#//She wasnât so clingy before Guizhongâs deathâeven then; Guizhong was the one who could most easily get away with casual touch#//Now; Xianyun adopted her habit; to honor her and bc she realized time can be Short for loved ones#//Getting an attachment like that can spark Hella anxiety; esp considering anybody sheâd ever deem worthy to get close to would be fighters#//All her dearest friends and/were after all#//Save Guizhong; but look where the lack of fighting skill got her#//Xianyun cannot bear to be with someone who canât fight on par with an adeptus; at Mjnimum#//Too easy to lose; and she doubts theyâd let her keep them in her realm for the rest of their life#suggestive#//BC it is worth knowing her sex drive also takes a hella Spike once sheâs comfortable in a relationship#//You think sheâs affectionate? wait until she gets the go aheads to initiate intimacy#//She will NOT hesitate to nor will ever refuse if her partner initiates#//Is a soft dom for the most part; but give her the right partner; ESP if they are competitive like her#//Well; she does love a good healthy wager/competition to get in the mood; if they wanna top her so bad; they should try & aim for the gold#//In public with her s/o; she does love walking arms linked or pinkies brushing at very least#//She thinks itâs cute#//She sometimes does so with Madam Ping on a whimâshes her closest friends; after all. if she ainât wed; Xianyun has plans to court her
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This deserved an entire episode
#i was soo disappointed this was all we got to see his reunion after all these years#Butterfree is so important too cause hes the first pokemon Ash caught#even Pidgeots reunion felt too rushed & short#but oh well at least we know he did end up seeing him again#pokemon#ash ketchum#anipoke#pokemon aim to be a pokemon master#aim to be a pokemon master#butterfree#pokemon journeys#pokemon ultimate journeys#pokemon satoshi#satoshi tajiri#pikachu
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I thought the october curse was gonna be skipped this year based on the fact I got a job on the first day but like. it turns out that was the bad luck disguising itself at good news and it's just another normal october
#i think a lot about how july 2020 was mediocre and july 2021 was one of the worst months of my life#and i made it known that i didn't trust july anymore. and it must've taken that as constructive criticism and my god it listened to me#bc then july 2022 was one of the best months of my life#and the two julys since have been pretty good as well#like that is so nice from july what a good friend#CANNOT say the same for october. like since 2014 every single one has been significantly terrible (except 2015 and maybe 2018)#2014 depressed. 2016 no friends depressed. 2017 giving nothing. 2019 dropped from what was a really good year#2020 like every mental illness known to man. 2021 All the horrors happening at once. 2022 the aromantic's worst nightmare#2023 was just awful#and then 2024's theme is having an absolutely miserable job after like 15 months of unemployment#i only get 3 days off and i can't even enjoy them bc i know what they're leading to#my shifts are too short to be allowed breaks but way too long for that to be comfortable#there've been times the day before a shift when i think about going and end up feeling nauseous and that's never even happened before lol#i get paid in like week apparently so i might try and wait until then but like#also the worst part is it's basically what i did when i was 17 (kitchen porter/assistant/whatever) so i keep comparing them#except there were parts of that job i enjoyed like the dishwasher and the cool shower looking tap and doing the plates and cutlery etc#and also the people i worked with. and the shifts weren't too bad. and i had a glorious hyperfixation#anyway this job is none of those things it's actually all the things i specifically disliked about the other one lol#i miss the dishwasher she was so cool. i miss the hyperfixation i had in 2017 (but when do i not)#but yeah i guess the only advantages of this job is I'll have money again and it's more motivation to look for another job#once again wishing i was 17 bc she wasn't happy and had no friends or aim in life but she listened to a lot of music so#idk why i always get addicted to 2017 nostalgia maybe bc it was such a mediocre year#like if i start wishing I was 13 or 15 or 19 or 22 I'm just gonna get depressed bc they were so good#but there's no reason for me to want to be 23 or 20 or 16 or 14 bc like. what is there to want about those#but 17 is so average it's like a low enough standard or something idk. anyway#ramble
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Thereâs A String Tied to My Lower Left Rib, Third From The Bottom
dick grayson x afab!reader
aka the professional boyfriend
warnings: she/her pronouns used, reader wears dresses, sexual content at the end (18+)
Dick Grayson is a vigilante. Heâs a master martial artist and gymnast. Heâs something of a playboy and a heavy flirt. But the claim he really takes pride in is that heâs basically a professional boyfriend. That heâs your professional boyfriend.
And pride really is the right word. Heâs so proud that he gets to have this pretty girl on his arm and buy her pretty things even when you insist you have enough. He loves getting to help you take your makeup off when youâre too tired and make you laugh like itâs his job. Heâs absolutely gratified that he gets to be your prodigal, sweet boyfriend that, despite your protests, insisted on carrying all five of your shopping bags for you.
You step over an uneven stretch in the sidewalk and lean slightly against Dickâs shoulder. âIâm worried the navy one is tooâŚmuch.â You say, thinking back to how the blue cocktail dress fit on you, how it stopped barely below your ass.
He furrows his eyebrows with a pout, âToo much?â
You look over at him, matching his expression. âItâs really short. I mean itâs cute and I like it, butâŚI donât know, this is kind of a fancy event isnât it?âÂ
He puckers his lips, shaking his head. âShortâs good. I like short.â Yeah, youâd noticed with the way his eyes had been glued to the hem of your dress, willing it to slip up just a little more.
You laugh, âAnd Iâm sure you and all the old businessmen will appreciate it greatly.â
His face drops at that, not thrilled at the prospect of those, usually very sleazy, old men getting to see so much of you. âThe black oneâs good too.â
You peer over into one of the bags, âOr thereâs the red one with theââ
Dick shakes his head quickly, âNot red.â
You snicker at that, knowing full well what his problem is with it. âThen why did I get it?â
âJust for me.â He pauses, âOr for something my brother wonât be at.â He mumbles, scanning both sides of the street. He shuffles the bags in his right hand onto his forearm so he can take your hand in his as you step into the road. âNo, the black one looked great on you. And we wonât have to go searching for a matching tie.âÂ
Once you reach the other side he lets go of your hand and he circles behind you, nudging you over to the inside of the sidewalk.
You glance down at the row of bags littering his arms and the red indents beginning to mark his skin. âWill you please let me hold some?â You frown.
âWill you please hold my hand?â He echoes, matching your serious tone with faux urgency of his own. You deadpan him but take his hand anyway. You donât notice it, but heâs got a dedicated gaze focused on your fingers intertwined in his.
You continue on down the street, hand in hand, the warm sun shining on your necks. You pick up the pace a bit as you approach your apartment building, aiming to get the door for your boyfriend. You reach for the handle only for Dick to call out, âDonât touch that!â followed by him clamoring like youâre about to touch a hot coal, rushing over to beat you to the punch.
âOh my god..â you mumble to yourself, biting back a smile. The bags haphazardly fall further down his arms, no doubt uncomfortably as he pulls the door open for you, pretending to be far more eloquent than he actually was. He gestures you in and smiles sweetly at you when you give him a flat look.Â
âWhat is wrong with you?â You ask, glancing over your shoulder at him with amusement glittering across your face as you dig for your keys.
âNot a thing.â He grins, watching with adoration as you open the apartment door. Frankly, youâre surprised he didnât attempt to juggle the bags and unlock the door himself.
He kicks the door shut behind him as you help slide the bags off of his wrists, piling them on the counter. âWhen do we need to leave?â
âUhâŚâ he glances at the wall clock, âNot till seven.â He places his hands nicely on your waist, looking down at your lips. âYou wanna get something to eat before we go?â
You muse, âThis is the one with those mini stakes, isnât it?â He nods. âNo, I wanna get my fill on those. Oh, and the bruschettas! I love these caterers.â
His eyes flicker back up to meet yours, a sly smile playing on his lips.Â
You break away from his gaze and turn to the counter, preparing to scoop the shopping bags up when youâre interrupted by his relentless fervor.
âAh, ah.â He hooks a finger into the loop of your jeans, tugging you back to him. âGive me a kiss.âÂ
âDick.â
âJust one.â Yeah, right. You oblige him though, pushing up on your toes to meet his lips. His thumb strokes your cheek as he kisses you deeply. You break the kiss after a moment only for him to chase your lips to follow it up with another. And then another. And another. He hums against your lips, smiling wide. âThank you, baby.â
You pull back again and smile as you stop his chest with your hand when he follows. âAh, Iâm not new around here. I know where thisâll go if I let you.â
He nods complaisantly, âThen let me.â His eyes are focused on the small space between you, where his touch lingers along your ring finger. You lean up again and place a kiss on his forehead that has him getting hopeful, only to be met with disappointment when you back away from him, bags in hand. He throws his head back with a groan just to really hammer home the severity of his dismay. Â
It doesnât last too long though because the second youâre back in the room heâs trailing after you like a puppy, following you down to the couch. You roll your eyes at him when he opts to sit ridiculously close to you, though thereâs a ghost of a smile on your lips that makes your act lose all credibility.  Â
He nestles his face into the crook of your neck and is clearly very pleased when you wrap your arms around his shoulders. You exhale contentedly, resting your cheek against his head. You lie idle like that for a few minutes, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and casting a daydreaming gaze out the window. And apparently, he was daydreaming too.Â
âI wanna marry you.â He murmurs into your neck after a while.Â
You laugh incredulously, âHave you been drinking when I have my back turned?â
ââM serious.â He nudges you off him so he can look at you.
You hum, sweeping his hair back from his forehead. âYouâre being veryâŚâ you scrunch up your mouth to the side, ââŚOstentatious today.âÂ
He barks out a laugh, âWow. Word-A-Day teach you that one?â
You shove at his forehead back with no real force, biting back a giggle. His eyes flicker back and forth between your mouth and the crinkle in your eyes as he grins. âIâm going to let that one go because you got me some really nice clothes today. As your repayment.â you say, running your finger over his lips.Â
He takes your hand, pressing a firm kiss to it. âLet me marry you?âÂ
You sigh bashfully, âDickââ
âPlease?â He sticks his bottom lip out and gives you his puppy eyes, causing you to avert your gaze quickly. Youâre not convinced he doesnât have a superpower in that area.
You know heâs not really proposing right now, heâs too much of a romantic to do it like this. Heâs just getting the idea in your head, getting you excited about it. Itâs working.
âIâd be such a good husband to you.â He kisses your collarbone, âSo good.â He murmurs against your skin, lips never departing. You struggle to keep your face neutral, making a point of closing your eyes in an attempt to increase your odds of success. Heâs being nice though, you know. To let you play pretend right now when you know he could break your facade in a second if he really wanted to. Â
âMrs. GraysonâŚâ he squeezes your hips, lips traveling further down. âDoesnât that sound pretty?â
It really does. Youâd be lying if you said you hadnât thought about marrying him before. Heâs nothing if not husband material and honestly you really really want to hear him call you his wife. Call him your husband.
Your hand moves to his hair, petting it softly as he goes on. âBuy you a nice ring. Pretty white dress ân a big party just for you.â He brushes your shirt up and trails open mouthed kisses down your stomach. Your chest feels warm and you can feel your pulse thrumming all throughout your body.
He slowly guides your underwear down your thighs, his lips following the hem close behind. âCome home to you every night, kiss these pretty thighs,â He scoops both of your hands up in one of his, pinning them to your stomach. âKiss this pretty pussy.â He places a chaste kiss on your clit and looks up at you expectantly.
Youâre not nearly as hesitant on this as youâre pretending to be, and you both know it. But heâs perfectly fine with begging a little while you pretend youâre not lightheaded at the idea of marrying him. âIâll think about itâŚâÂ
He grins at you before going in on your core without mercy.
Heâs trying real hard to land that promotion.
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your boyfriend cannot stop himself from kissing you all over. kissing you is his favorite thing to do - no matter when or where.
âď¸ď˝tags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. suggestive, mild (to somewhat) nsfw, fluff. lots of kissing. lots and lots of kissing and loving. he fondles and gropes you everywhere basically. clingy satoru. tiny bit size difference (yes ok im a slut, what about it). body worship kinda. readers gets called âsweet / pretty girl, baby, princessâ. beta read? whatâs that.
you fell for it again; satoru told you it was only going to be a quick peck on the lips. âi promise, baby, c'moooonâ â you recall him begging in that whiny voice of his. that's all what was needed to make you putty in his hands.
âfine, but only one kiss, okay?â you gave in and walked over to satoru, climbed onto your shared bed and leaned in for a swift kissâonly for his strong arms to cage you in and never let go. it had been ten minutes since; the apartment was silent, except for the lewd sounds of your shared kisses and heavy breaths.
satoruâs soft hands are wandering everywhere. from cupping your cheeks to rubbing your sides and gripping your ass. the clock was ticking loudly, but the sound of it was drowned out by your moans. and satoruâs low, needy whimpers.
the appointment you were getting ready for had long slipped your mind.
âmh, youâre such a good kisser, baby,â the white-haired man sighs. he absolutely loves the way you follow the movements of his glossy lipsâyour head tilting to the side and backâautomatically accomodating to satoruâs motions. he was kissing you with an urgent need. one you had never known or witnessed before, âmore, ngh, need more of you, please.â
satoru was not letting up. you couldnât blame him; it was easy to get lost in this warm and cherished moment of peace. his sweet kisses switched intensityâgoing from innocent kisses to sloppy ones, resulting in your chin dripping with a mixture of saliva.
you whine and straddle satoruâs lap which earns you a happy hum from your lover. that was his plan all along: to completely distract you from the fact that you had to leave the house. that you had to leave his side. others would call it annoyingly clingy, but satoru absolutely needs your lips on his.
he is sure that he would go insane if he spent a whole day without kissing you. an hour is already too long, if he is honest.
satoru would love to kiss you until the end of time. until death comes knocking onto his door. the last thing he desires to feel is your plump lips and wet tongue wrapped around his. a peaceful, warm death. one with no regrets.
âmhmmm, fuck, you taste so sweet.â satoru's eyebrow furrow in delight. he is nearly overstimulated by the taste of you. the way your small body clings onto him, your hands holding onto his jaw and sliding down his chest, your sounds of pleasure that only he could ever have the honour of hearing.
it was perfect. all of you was perfect.
your parted lips make way for his tongue again. satoru slips his tongue inside your mouth. it was tender, yet demanding. your throat tightens up and a choked moan fills his ears. his cold fingers make contact with the warm skin of your midriff. they were aiming at one place; your chest.
the one satoru loves to fondle no matter when or where. the same one he loves to use as a pillow every night.
ânnh, âtoru, needâto breathe,â you are running out of air. the short gasps you took between the heated kisses were not enough to fill your lungs. but, it was addicting. the shortness of breath the two of you experienced only served as more proof of your love.
neither of you want to pull awayâto pause the make out session for even what could be a split second.
the older man below you is hesistant. he does not want to let go of you. it's like youâre asking him to break upâthatâs how much it hurts him to stop kissing you.
however, he felt a bit light-headed from the lack of oxygen as well. satoru pulls away, but not without sweeping his tongue over your bottom lip, lapping up the drool that dripped down the corners of your mouth.
his eyes are half-lidded and glazed over with both love and lust. you stabilise yourself by holding onto his broad shoulders and satoru rubs your back to help calm you down further. a ghost of a grin tugs at his lips. he surely is enjoying your adorable, exhausted demeanour. your chest was heaving up and downâhis fingers sneaking to your front and wrapping around a breast to feel its tenderness.
âpretty,â satoru sighs. he takes the chance once your lips part to take a deep breath. his tongue quickly slips in, invading your mouth and exploring every inch before separating the two of you again. he can not go a minute without kissing you. you sure are like a drug to him, âthank you, princess.â
you are surprised by the sudden tongue kiss, but brush it off with a chuckle. you know how satoru is; not able to keep away from you in heated moments like these. his large hands fondling, groping and squeezing every area of your body only proves that point.
âthank you for what?â you ask, planting a soft peck on his lips. your boyfriend responds by holding the back of your head. he leans in for another kiss like a man depraved of any affection. you shudder and hold onto him like he there is no tomorrow. he does the same back, squeezing you against his chest.
satoru slightly tilts his head back to answer your question. his breath was hot on your mouth, a faint string of saliva hanging between your bottom lips. he can not hold the urge. he can not answer. his lips are already colliding with yours once more.
over and over. until the two of you were out of breath and needed a break again.
âthank you for being with me,â satoru answers in a quiet whisper. the pad of his thumb brushes back and forth against the waistband of the shorts you are wearing. there is an urge to pull them down and reveal those pretty little panties you are wearing, but his current priority is to feel your mouth on his.
until he gets enough. which is never. never in a million years.
âthank you for everything, honestly,â satoru continues and leaves a couple wet kisses down your neck. his hands do not leave your perfect body. heâs admiring every curve - every body part that had yet to be touched, âcould have never believed that iâd end up with such a pretty girl. but, here i am, with the prettiest girl in the world in my arms.â
satoru had a way with words. one that left you flustered like crazy each time. he looks at you and thatâs when you know that he means every word. his eyes were shining, even when half-lidded. the admiration in them more than just visible.
he looks at your face and body like heâs witnessing the world's greatest treasure. and that you surely are.
âstop saying that.â you giggle embarrassedly. you cover your mouth to hide your smile, though satoru is quick to grab your wrist and pull your hand away. he keeps holding onto your arm to prevent you from hiding your face from his sight. and to stop you from hiding your lips from his, of course.
the older man clicks his tongue, scolding you jokingly for trying to hide that precious smile from him. he kisses the corners of your lips, touch lingering against your hot skin, âhow am i supposed to admire my pretty girl if she keeps hiding herself, hm?â
you squirm due to satoruâs flirty words. his gentle tone of voice is making you feel those tingles in your lower abdomen. there has not been a single moment in your relationship where your lover made you feel unwanted. itâs been the complete opposite every day.
âsomeoneâs getting a bit squirmy, aye?â your boyfriend teases. he knows that the combination of his words, looks and actions make you weak in the knees. you always react like itâs your first time kissing and that is both endearing and amusing to him.
you canât control your bodily reactions either. the sight of satoru beneath you is simply too much. his fluffy hair that sits messily due to your fingers that tugged and played around with the strands, his black top riding up to reveal a glimpse of his defined abs and happy trail. . . the faint blush on satoruâs cheeks and the needy look in his eyes.
you surely canât leave him alone while he looks like that.
âshut up and kiss me already.â you respond with a huff. and so, satoru does. wasting not a single second. kissing you is his jobâhis passion. the only thing he ever craves for.
the room once again fills with noises of pure contentment, enjoyment and pleasure. itâs just you two in that momentâno one else mattered.
as long as your lips stay attached to each other, no one actually does.
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#jjk smut#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#x female reader
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Dc x Dp #46
"I'm transferring you all to another branch to focus on your teamwork." Batman announced to the Young Justice League out of nowhere.
The news surprised the whole group. They've been together for quite sometime and had gotten alone just fine. Sure, they had disagreements here and there, but that wasn't enough for them to need more training, was it?
"We've been officially working together for a long time. Why do we need teamwork training now?" Robin asked, being brave enough to talk to the well feared vigilante that many were fearful to speak against.
Batman said nothing as he scrolled through the tablet in hand, obviously searching for something.
"Because you still have problems with your teamwork. You need the help of another team your age to get a better view point of what you're doing wrong. And hopefully you'll be able to learn about the different type of enemies
"Wait, wait, wait! Our age? You mean there's another team that we didn't know about?" Kid Flash asked, the news obviously being a surprise to him.
This news was a surprise to everyone in the group. All of them thought that they were the only young heroes that worked under the Justice League.
Finding what he was looking for, Batman opened a file and the team looked at the large photo that appeared on the screen. The photo contained four teens, just around their age if not older or younger.
One was a black teen with a red beanie, and Robin was surprised to see the bulky tech in his hands that he was using. What kind of outdated tech was this team using?
Next to him was a goth looking girl with raven black hair wearing a black short with a black and green plaid skirt. Her face was concentrated into a stern glare that gave Wally the shivers. The gun that she held in her hand didn't help either.
There was another girl as well. Her black hair down and resting against her shoulders. Said shoulders and the rest of her body covered by a black and red suit with a hoverboard against her feet and another strange weapon in her hand. A gun maybe? Red Arrow was curious to see her aim when moving on that board.
And the last kid wasn't standing. He was floating. With snow white hair and green eyes that seemed to glow everytime they looked at the photo. He looked to be around the same age as the other three, but he wore a black jumpsuit with white boots, gloves, and belt. On his belt rested a thermos? Superboy didn't see how such a scrawny thing could be of any threat.
One thing was similar was that how all of the humans eyes seemed to glow. Almost as bright as the- metas'? Aliens? -did.
"These are the members of Young Justice: Dark. They have been under the Leagues employment for three months, but they've been working on their own for almost two years and managed to stop several world ending disasters dealing with the supernatural."
The statement from Batman shocked the team. Them? On their own for two years fighting against the supernatural? Surely he was joking?!
"But-how? We've never heard of them, and they were world ending, we should've known about it." Robin argued.
"Because they've never left the threats leave their town." Came Batmans clipped reply. "There have been a few close calls, but all of them have been handled. As for why the League wasn't aware, there was interference that stopped the League from knowing about Amity Park. This is the team that took our place."
This was the team? Two years unsupervised against supernatural threats that they didn't know about and they still remained uncovered? Just how strong was this team?
"I'm assigning your next mission to work under them. For the time being they will be your superiors and you will follow their instructions if you come into contact with any enemy. Do not go against their orders or else it will be dire. With this, you will learn about threats stronger than you have faced and better yourselves as a team. Do not mess this up."
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#danny phantom crossover#dcĂdp prompt#dp crossover#Young Justice x Danny Phantom#Danny and the gang are Young Justice: Dark Amity
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xo kitty trying to get me to sympathize w the millionaire's daughter by having him be domineering is soooo funny like that is a level one at BEST not even an undertone of physical violence being threatened. maybe its the actors fault but he is not rlly scary at all lol
#watching it due to i am not immune to wanting a drama abt teens every now and then. it feeds me#anyway silly bc she was sympathetic to me the MOMENT they revealed shes a lesbian. real ones know#i dont mean to joke abt violence obviously i just feel like theyre falling short of what theyre aiming to convey w his character#which is where the humor lies 2 me. that they'd think whatever ended up on screen was giving terrifying father whatsoever#r.tv
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Ok a fic where reader and sylus are at a business meeting, she âoffersâ herself as payment (maybe as a joke or just to rile sylus idk) and he makes sure to remind her who she belongs to? Please???
Kindred Spirits
Word Count: 5.1k
Tags: sylus x fem!reader, possessiveness, ownership, spanking, hitting, slight blood mention, pet names like kitten & sweetie, creampie, rough sex, crying, slight fluff at the end :3
AN: Anon ur a literal genius. This has Sylus written all over it. Im so happy to be back posting another story for you all! Also happy to announce my masterlist is now complete and can be found in my pinned! Ty all! Enjoy and remember, my asks are open for any character, Sylus is just my husband LOL. Remember to read my pinned before requesting please! This is a bit tamer than my other stories but trust I am cooking up some deviant content as soon as I publish this one :33
âFinallyâŚâ
You nearly collapse near your front door. A whole week of your life. Gone. To what you ask? Dealing with wanderers on a special aid mission. Sure sure, the job paid well but it had been weeks since your last off day. Every time it seemed like one was around the corner here they go with some emergency call and a spill about how some rich politician needed help or something.
You were starting to get tired of cleaning up other peopleâs mistakes.
You fumbled with your keys, fingers numb from the biting cold. The wind whipped around you, making you shiver as you tried to fit the right key into the lock. Your breath came out in visible puffs, and you could feel the frustration building with each failed attempt. Finally, with a relieved sigh, you heard the click of the lock turning.
The still warm air is such a welcoming contrast to the wind and biting cold outside. You quickly shut your door and melt to the floor, your feet aching with relief as the pressure you had been putting on them subsided. Peace at last. Time for a hot shower an-
Your peace was cut short with the distinct tone of your phone ringing. And not just any ring tone. The one you had set specifically for a certain white haired man that only ever brought trouble. Wondering if you should even pick up, you bring the phone to your face, knowing that you were going to answer regardless.
âSylusâŚIâm really tired. Can we talk lat-"
âLong time no see kitten. You should stop by for a bit, hm?â
You roll your eyes, suppressing the urge to scoff out loud. Arrogant prick, you think, irritated by his inability to let you finish a sentence without interrupting. How did he even know you were home now?
You sigh deeply, feeling the tension building, and rub your temples to alleviate the mounting frustration. No, you tell yourself firmly. You wouldnât put up with this today. Maybe another day, but definitely not today.
"Actually, no. I just returned from a week-long aid mission. Not today," you say firmly, aiming to be clear and resolute in your decision to stay put. Sylus however, seems to sense the cracks in your resolve and only responds with a chuckle.
âI want to see you. Iâll have Luke and Kieran come get you since youâre so tiredâ.
âHu-â
âSee you soon. Theyâre en route. Ciaoâ
The phone clicks, signaling the end of the call. For whatever reason, your ever growing frustration simply dissipates, defeat taking its place. You should be used to this by now. Sylus always gets what he wants. And you always let him. It goes without saying that itâs the same way for you as well. At least, Sylus always gives you what you want if it doesnât interfere with his need to lay his eyes on you at least once in awhile. He knew that you wouldnât push this though. You both knew.
Deep down, you wanted to see him too.
You asked Luke and Kieran to wait outside for a bit while you took a brisk shower and freshened up. Those two had always been very patient and understanding. You felt bad âbossingâ them around, and yet they always insisted that you could. Though Luke had admitted on one occasion that he never expected to be helping a girl find hair ties or carrying shopping bags while working for Onychinus.
The statement had made you laugh a bit. You finally finish dressing in some plain sweats and rush to the car. Luke and Kieran are waiting outside of a dark colored jeep. Not too flashy as to not draw attention, but it was still clearly very expensive.
âActually miss, Boss wanted you to wear theseâ Luke says, holding out an expensive looking dress. Clearly designed by hand and tailored to your measurements. Kieran follows his lead, holding out a box containing a pair of earrings and a lavish looking necklace.
âHuh? Whatâs this for? A date?â
âBusiness. Thatâs all he saidâ Kieran chimed in. Although you couldnât see their faces, you knew they had no reason to lie to you about this.
âAh. Dragging me into more trouble. Got itâ.
When the three of you finally arrived to the location, the sun had already set for the day. You darted your eyes back and forth, squinting above at the bright neon sign of the establishment.
âWeâre not going to the N109 Zone? This is a nightclubâŚâ you mutter, taken aback by the unfamiliar surroundings. When did this even get here? There were plenty of clubs in Linkon of course, but you never seemed to notice this one. Not that you knew much about the night life to begin with. People were lined up at the entrance, chatting, fixing makeup, or texting.
âBoss wants you here. Heâs waiting inside. Enjoy your time missâ Luke said, amusement written all over his tone. He gets out of the passenger seat to open the door and lend you a hand. You rolled your eyes, not wanting to appear shaken up by the situation. Sylus was always full of surprises. This was no different, act confident.
At least, thatâs what you tried to tell yourself. After getting almost immediate entrance into the club with just a simple nod from the guard, you enter. As you walk inside the club, Luke and Kieran not far behind you, you can tell this was no ordinary night club. Everyone here was dressed lavishly and sharp, clearly possessing power and ulterior motives. A few eyes lay on you as you walk in, and you feel your hands start to sweat.
Keep cool. This isnât the first time youâve been around high ranking individuals. This is probably some test he set upâŚright? Or some kind of joke to get a laugh?
Clenching your fists, your eyes dart and search for a tall figure with white hair, feeling more nervous by the second that you donât see him. Youâre about to turn around and ask one of the twins, but at last your gaze settles on him, sipping on a glass of Gin Fizz. Heâs sitting in a velvety booth by himself, people watching. Heâs wearing his black button up with red streaks across it, coat hanging on his shoulders per usual. As if he felt you staring, his eyes shift to meet yours. He sets down his glass, giving you you a small smirk. His eyes narrow, sending a very clear message.
Come here.
As if you were suddenly possessed, your feet seem to start moving on their own. You werenât sure if you were relieved to see him or if it was just the relief of seeing a familiar face in an unfamiliar place. You take a few deep breaths as you approach, readying your witful replies to any of his attempts to make fun of you. Without making any sound or looking at him, you quietly slide in next to him.
âYou look nice. Seems I was right about this look on youâ Sylus says, taking another sip of his drink. His eyes wander up and down behind the glass, seemingly devouring you. You squirm under his gaze.
âHm. Thanks. This gift is the least you can do after dragging me to do whatever you want on a whim once againâ you scoff, eyeing the full glass that sits on the table. Itâs another glass of Gin Fizz, probably for Sylus. Thereâs three other very empty glasses on the table.
This man can definitely hold his alcohol.
He chuckles, taking a finger and pushing the glass of Gin closer to you.
âDonât be like that sweetie. Loosen up a bit, youâll need itâ
âFor what exactly? Business?â you mock, picking up the Gin. You didnât exactly like the taste of this particular alcohol of choice but Sylus was right about one thing. Some liquid courage was definitely needed for whatever shenanigans he was dragging you into tonight.
âYeah. Figured I could use Linkonâs darling Miss Hunter as backupâ Sylus chuckles, watching you nearly choke as you take three big gulps of the drink. You squeeze your eyes in disgust as you finish the rest of the glass, shooting a death glare in his direction as you set it down.
âYouâre perfectly capable. Donât mock me Sylusâ. You grit your teeth in irritation, almost ready to rip him to shreds with your words. Clearly your tone has no effect on him though, as all you get in return is a soft smile. Sylus places a hand on your upper leg, slowing sliding his fingers under your dress. You gasp, the coldness of his fingers making you twitch a bit. The warmness of your skin mixed with his cold touch makes the sensation feel like icy fire.
âOr what? Youâll use this on me?â he smirks, tugging on the concealed gun strapped under your dress. âIâm all for it honestlyâ
You slap his hand away, the woozy feeling from the Gin Fizz starting to kick in. What was in this drink? It was strong. Too strong.
âPervert. Always touching me, making fun of me. Maybe I will shoot you. Again.â you growl, turning your head away from him. You attempt to scoot away as well, but are met with a strong grip around your waist as youâre pulled into closer proximity with him. Sylus grabs your chin and lifts it towards his face. He leans down a bit, the smell of alcohol and his bourbon vanilla cologne making you feel even more dizzy.
âYou can put your claws away now kitten. Donât make me have to melt your little tantrum awayâ he coos, gently caressing your face with his thumb.
You stare at him, dumbfounded, desperately searching your sluggish brain for a comeback but finding yourself too flustered to form any words. The look in Sylusâs eyes shifts from a smug expression to a much softer, almost tender gaze, and you wonder what his next move will be. Your face starts to burn as you feel heat rising in your core, your heart pounding in your chest. Panic sets in as you consider the possibilities, your mind racing with the fear of what might come next.
Donât tell me heâs going toâŚ?!
"You're so...confusing" you mutter.
Youâre just about to try and squirm from his grip, when Luke and Kieran tap on the table, catching yalls attention.
âBoss man, Val says heâs ready for yaâ Luke says, nonchalantly ignoring the scene thatâs displayed in front of him. Sylus releases your face, his face going serious again. He gets up, reaching out a hand to help you out of the booth.
âTime for business, sweetieâ
Youâre guided by the twins and Sylus past the sweaty bodies on the dance floor to a somewhat hidden room located downstairs. The area the stairs led to was blocked off by a singular rope, clearly only meant for a select crowd.
In the room thereâs a long black table, cards and chips all over it. Thereâs a few prominent figures already seated, along with a few bodyguards standing near the door. Sylus pulls a seat out for you, before taking his own. You study the figure thatâs sitting at the head of the table as you sit. Heâs short, a bit chubby, dark hair, smoking a cigar. A scar sits angrily on his forehead and you wonder what kinda grudges led to such an injury. He notices you looking at him, and gives you a devilish grin. Some of his teeth are crooked or missing.
All that money and he can't fix his smile?
You shudder. Sylus looks over at you, and back to the man at the head of the table. Heâs reading you, clearly sensing your nervousness. He says nothing, simply reaching a hand over to rest on your thigh.
âWas starting to think you were going to keep me waiting Sylus. Seems you didnât run after allâ he laughs, wheezing a bit as he takes another puff of his cigar. You wrinkle your nose a bit as the potent smell hits your senses.
âI couldnât turn down a game of cards with my dear old friendâ Sylus says, irritation coating the last word. âLetâs keep things civil this time, hm Valentino?â
Valentino bursts into laughter, clearly amused. Despite his laughter, you couldnât ignore the murderous tension in the air. Something tells you this isnât any regular game of cards. You gulp, trying to force yourself to look at everyone at the table and smile.
âWell hello little lady. Sylus, you didnât tell me you kept such gorgeous companyâŚâ Val says, his eyes snaking all over your body. You feel Sylus squeeze your thigh, clearly irritated. He pulls out a coin from his coat pocket, seemingly trying to channel his frustrations into something else.
âYou know Iâm not really the type to share, Val. Sheâs all mine. Down to every single strand of hairâ. Sylus ends, catching the coin and shooting a glare in the manâs direction. It was plain, but conveyed a message very well.
You feel your palms start to sweat. Was he being serious right now?? You side eye him, trying to piece out whether or not this was some kind of facade youâre supposed to play into. Valentino clearly takes Sylusâs words as a challenge.
âIâll give you twenty million for her. Maybe fifty million if you make her give us a little strip show. What do ya say? She looks so soft. Probably makes cute noises tooâŚ~â he chuckles, likely enjoying the look of surprise that washes across your face.
Sylus remains quiet, his face unmoving, frozen in a pissed glare. You donât know if it was the alcohol you drank earlier, or if it was some inkling of an attempt to dissipate the tension, but you clear your throat and begin to speak.
âWell Sylus? You can share canât you? Itâs quite the generous offer Mr. Valentino. Iâm quite flattered actually.â you express, putting on your best smug look. Sylus stiffens, a somewhat shocked expression washing over him. Valentino erupts into yet another fit of laughter, seemingly unable to contain himself. Turning to look back at Sylus, you see it in his face briefly. An uncaged look of rage before it quickly dissipates.
Shit. Shouldnât have said that.
Far too late to stop now though.
âYou heard the lady Sylus. Why donât you try sharing just this once? What I would give to taste that sweet little body of he-â
Sylus slams a revolver on the table, then calmly starts picking up cards from the deck.
"I'd suggest you stop talking and start playing the game, Mr. Valentino," Sylus snarls, his words dripping with venom. The fury in his voice is palpable, and it's clear he's reached the end of his patience.
You give Val a sly look, feigning pity. âAh, sorry Valentino. Seems this one canât quite let me go yetâ. You donât know what you were trying to achieve, but itâs certainly not working to dissipate any tension. Val doesnât respond to you though, all his focus on Sylus now.
âMy dear friend. You should know me by now. Thereâs something Iâm much more interested in now than some money. Now I want the girl, or nothingâ.
Valentino wears a shit eating grin on his face, soaking in the fact that he thinks heâs gained some control of the situation, unaffected by the gun on the table. Sylus simply sighs, rubbing his fingers against the temple of his forehead.
âI see where this is going thenâ.
You barely process whatâs happening before everything and everyone starts moving. As soon as Sylus begins to stand, Valentinos guards start shooting. Sylus wastes no time flipping the large table, sending the cards and game chips flying everywhere. You yelp as he yanks you towards him using his body and the table to shield the oncoming attack of bullets. You hear Luke and Kieran joining in the frenzy, yelling obscenities as they begin shooting their own hidden weapons.
You swiftly reach for the weapon concealed beneath your dress, your fingers brushing against the cool metal as you draw it out. Turning to face Sylus, you ready yourself for his instructions, your body tense with anticipation. Instead of giving you orders, he locks eyes with you, his gaze piercing through you with an intensity that feels like it's reaching into your very soul. The silence is heavy, charged with unspoken tension as bullets whip past the both of you, and you can feel your heartbeat quicken in response.
âI need you alive for whatâs coming sweetie. Pay attention, stay closeâ
You blink. Twice. Unable to process his words before he yanks you both up, one hand using his evol to send the table crashing into several bodyguards. The four of you fight your way through the onslaught of people coming into the door, before eventually dashing up the stairs. People are running in all directions, seemingly caught up in the chaos of everything. You all manage to make it out the door and into the brisk cold air, the twins quickly hopping into the car to whisk you away.
âGo on, Iâll catch up soonâ Sylus states, hurriedly pushing you into the car and slamming the door before you could protest. He signals Kieran to drive off, and that he does.
âHeâsâŚgoing to level the building. Isnât he?â you sigh, sighing at the fact that Sylus seemed to conveniently forget that this was in fact not the lawless land of the N109 Zone. No doubt the Hunterâs Association would have to investigate for potential wanderer activity, and that would be a lot of paperwork.
"It's fine. He owned that place anyway. He'll just build another," Luke says, his voice calm and unbothered. Just as the words leave his mouth, a deafening boom erupts behind the car, shaking the ground beneath yall. The explosion's shockwave rattles the windows, and the sky lights up with a fiery glow, cutting off Luke's next sentence mid-breath.
You groan.
The twins did drive you to the N109 this time, swiftly helping you out the car and into Sylusâs private villa. When you entered the front door, a nightgown and lacy underwear were laid neatly out for you in his room, your arrival clearly anticipated.
It wasnât more than an hour before Sylus waltzed in the front door, eyeing your slouching figure on the couch. You sit up as soon as you see him, still somewhat annoyed.
âWhat took you so damn long? Also do you have to level every building you come across?â you spat, glaring at him. He says nothing though, walking straight past you and into his room.
âHuh? Sylus?? What the hellâŚâ
Not liking the feeling of being ignored, you hurriedly chased after him. You had never really been uncomfortable barging into his room. You had done it plenty of times at this point, the first time being when he had challenged you to steal the brooch from him. No point in being shy now. Heâs fumbling with something in his drawer when you reach up to tap his shoulder.
âSylus! Donât ignore me, I know you ca-â
He swiftly turns around, grabbing your wrist before you can touch him. His gaze is unreadable, cold even. You start to sweat, trying to take your arm back. But he only squeezes tighter.
"I was hoping you'd leave me be so I could calm down. But of course you're as petulant as ever" he says.
"Let go! What's wrong with you!?" You attempt to remove his hand from your wrist but he doesn't budge.
âGo to the bed. Place your hands on itâ he says, face unchanging.
âHuh??â
âI donât like to repeat myselfâ.
You freeze for only a moment before quickly moving to the bed. You meticulously put your hands where instructed, something deep in your core telling you that itâs likely best to listen for now. However, you canât help to look over your should to quip at Sylus. Youâre slightly bent at an angle, trying your best to keep your balance.
âWhatâs this about? Iâm not that upset that you reduced the building to rubbleâ
Sylus snakes his way behind you, quietly, as if thinking of what to say. He reaches out a hand, grabbing the ends of your nightgown and moving the soft fabric around in his fingers. You feel the heat rise to your face, the skin of your ass feeling a slight gush of cold air.
âYou like playing games with me, donât you? Testing meâ he says coldly, fingers trailing up the back of your legs slowly. You shiver, attempting to squirm away. His evol appears around you, its tight grip making you cry out.
Oh. This was about that.
âHuh?? No, I was just playing along. Just friendly banter yknow?â you say, voice wavering. Youâve clearly pissed him off. A part of you knows itâs a slight lie. You didnât want to admit it out loud but it was kind of amusing to see Sylus get so riled up over something. Over you especially. But you hadnât exactly done it fully on purpose. It was the alcohol.
But you knew he wasnât buying it, as observant as he was.
âSure. You were just pretending to act like a stray kitten trying to find a new owner?â he smirks, his fingers beginning to trace circles over the cloth of your panties. You let out a small whine, his touch just barely grazing your already wet cunt.
âOwner? I donât belong to you. Or anyoneâ you scoff, the resolve in your voice wavering with every little circle he completes on your skin. You almost whine in disappointment when he pulls away.
âAnd yetâŚâ Sylus trails off, leaving you with aching curiosity before youâre met with stinging pain on your ass. You cry out, unable to move with his evol still snaked around you. âYou did exactly what I told you to do just now, wear the clothes I leave out for you, and practically melt everytime I even barely touch youâ.
âSylus?! What the hell was thatâŚ?!â you exclaim, trying your hardest to process his words and the situation at hand. He doesnât respond, proceeding to gently caress the spot where he smacked you. The stinging pain gently eases away, and you feel yourself relaxing with his touch once again. He once again trails his fingers down to your clothed pussy, rubbing slow and meticulous circles around it. You start to whine, attempting to push yourself into his fingers for more friction. He pulls his hand away, making a disapproving sigh.
âActing like youâre in heat per usualâ he chuckles, watching as you wiggle around under the grip of his evol. âThis is a punishmentâ.
âFor what? Cause I let some sick and ugly looking crime boss think he had a chance with me?â
Sylus wastes no time bringing his hand to your ass again, earning another painful whine out of you. You feel tears forming in your eyes that you canât wipe away. Heâs certainly not holding back his strength, and yet you know this isnât even a third of the force he could use on you.
âFor entertaining himâ he says plainly.
Another smack.
âAnother for stupidly handing over your life, body and soul for a measly twenty millionâ
An even harder hit, this one fueled by rage.
âAnd lastlyâŚâ
You nearly choke as he delivers the final blow, your ass definitely bruising by now. Sylus offers no comfort this time, instead leaning down next to your crying face, breath hot against your ear.
âFor forgetting that you belong to me, just as much as I belong to you. Kindred spirits remember?â
You have no chance to respond before heâs flipping you on your back, your nightgown flying up to reveal your wet panties.
âI-im sorry, Syâ you choke, tears blurring your vision.
âShow me then, sweetie. Spread your legs. Wideâ he instructs, reaching up to brush your tears away. This isnât done lovingly, more like calculated and cold.
This is far from over.
You silently but shakingly open your legs, your ass still painfully aching from his assault. Youâre surprised when he doesnât rip your underwear in two, choosing to rather peel them off your legs slowly. You notice the hunger in his eyes as he does so, as if savoring the view of your cunt at his fingertips. A small drop of arousal pools down your ass, and Sylus scoops it up with one finger.
You watch as he puts his finger in his mouth, savoring the drop of you with swiftness. His piercing gaze never leaves yours though, and you want to suddenly run away and hide. This is beyond thrilling, but you try your best to remain as still as possible, scared that heâll think youâre enjoying it too much and punish you accordingly.
You suddenly canât take the tension anymore, and close your eyes. You hear the sound of Sylus removing his belt from its loops, then the loud clang as it hits the floor. You feel the bed shift as he lowers himself over you, his face stopping just inches over yours, indicated by the sudden feel and warmth of his breath. He grabs your face in his hand and squeezes your jaw. Hard.
âLook at me kittenâ he commands, his tone filled with unkempt rage and anger. Your eyes fly open, terrified.
âIâm the only one that will ever taste you. Repeat itâ he says. Before you can get a word out, heâs pushing the fat tip of his cock in your entrance. You cry out in agony, nowhere near ready to have been penetrated. But he doesnât stop filling you.
âRepeat it. Or Iâll hit you again. Do you want that?â
âYouâre t-theâŚah!â you whine, his cock halfway inside you at this point. Your poor cunt feels like itâs being impaled, splitting pain soaring through your core.
âTry againâ
You let out a whimper, trying your best to push through the pain and put thoughts into words.
âYouâre the oh-only one that gets to taste meâ you choke out, voice wavering and your eyes teary. Sylus gives a hard thrust, pushing the rest of his length inside you. You cry out again, feeling like youâre on the verge of passing out. Sylus seems unmoved by your outbursts though.
âAnd?â
You stare at him, barely able to see his face through the tears. What? What does he mean and? He didnât say anything else did he?
âHu-what?â
You hear him sigh with disapproval, giving you yet another hard thrust. And another. And another. Youâre clinging onto his back now, nails digging into his skin as the sound of the bed creaking and your pants fill the room. Blood has probably been drawn on his back, not that heâd even notice. You can hear him grunting in your ear, clearly enjoying the feeling of you tightening around him when you tense from the pain. Although it still hurts, you can feel yourself accumulating to the shape and size of his length, and the pain lessons a bit more with each thrust. He stops once again, tilting your face in his grip.
âWhat did I say you forgot? Or is this kitten filled with too much cock to think straight now?â he mocks. You can hear the smile on his face despite not being able to see him clearly. Heat creeps up on your cheeks as you wrack your brain for answers.
âI-youâŚweâre kindred spirits?â
âBefore that sweetieâ
You blink the tears on your face away, your vision becoming a bit more clear. Although heâs still gazing down at you, his expression is not as angry as before. Seems heâs gotten a bit of his pent up anger out now.
âI belong to you, Sylusâ you say, voice small and whiny from crying. Thatâs definitely what he wanted to hear, as he began to pepper kisses on your neck, on your cheek, and eventually resting on your lips. You greedily return his affection, leaning into this feverish kiss, the both of you only periodically stopping to pant for air between kisses. He stops, resting his forehead with yours, gazing into your eyes once more.
âAnd I belong to you. Whatâs mine is yours. All of itâ
You donât get a chance to respond before heâs thrusting again, this time with a continuous and steady pace. You cling onto him, the exchange of flowery words and rigorous thrusting already bringing you on the verge of ecstasy. Sylus already noticed long before you did though, as he brought his hand between the two of you, circling your clit further your stimulation.
âGo ahead, come undone for meâ he whispers, voice strained for nearly being at his end too. Your body obeys, unraveling and writhing with pleasure as Sylus continues to pound into you. You ride your orgasm to its end, till the touching of your clit becomes too much and you whine from overstimulation.
âSylusâŚ!â you moan, and he stops, already at the start of his own climax. You shudder as you feel him spill into you, his seed immediately beginning to pool down your cunt and to your ass. He pulls his heavy cock out of you, a feeling of emptiness taking its place. For a moment nothing is said, just the sound of the both of you catching your breath.
You decide to break the silence.
âSylusâŚIâm really sorryâ you start, looking up at him. He simply chuckles, placing a kiss on your cheek before getting up to grab a rag from the bathroom.
âYouâve taken your punishment quite well, why are you apologizing again sweetie?â he says from the bathroom, coming back to wipe you clean. You scoff, slightly tensing from the coldness of the cloth.
âHmph. Fine, I take it back then. Iâm holding a grudge anyways for how hard you hit meâ
He simply sighs as he finishes wiping you up. âBack with the infamous wit already? Canât a man catch a break?â
You sit up, feeling emboldened once more.
âNope. Maybe donât hit me with the strength of a thousand suns next time and weâll seeâ
Sylus tosses the rag in a laundry basket, making his way back to your side. He pulls you into his arms, embracing you in his warmth. You canât help but smile against his chest.
âWell, good thing I have all night to make it up to youâ
You lightly pinch his side, giggling into his embrace. A question crosses your mind.
"Did you mean it Sylus? We belong to each other?"
Sylus took your face in his hand, giving you a slight smile.
"I don't say stuff I don't mean. You know this"
That's the furthest he was willing to explain it. At least for now. Who knows what kind of power trip would ensue if you truly knew how much you had the big bad leader of Onychinus wrapped around your finger.
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Rockstar Eddie Munson had a youtube channel where he uploaded short vlogs about him and his husband.
Sometimes it was an inside joke they shared, Eddie would say âeleganteâ in a perfect Spanish accent and Steve would giggle until his face turned red, leaving their audience confused.
Today, it was Steve recording their video. He did his little wave at the camera and then aimed it at Eddie who was lounging on the couch, reading a thick book with glasses.
Steve: Babe,
Eddie, tilting his head slightly: Yeah?
Steve: Iâm always right, isnât it?
Eddie, still unaware heâs being recorded: Depends on the context. *pauses for 3 seconds and blinks* Actually, I think youâll be right in any context.
Steve, laughing behind the camera: Then what if I say ABBA is superior to Black Sabbath?
Eddie, finally looking up from his book and staring at the camera dead in the eyes: That's not context. Thatâs blasphemy.
Steve, turning the camera back to himself: See? All men do is lie.
Eddie, in the background: I always love you, sweetheart, but there got to be a limitâ
The video ended before Steveâs response could be heard. But everyone knew it was all fine, because the next day, Eddie Munson and his husband were spotted happily making eyes over a milkshake in some random diner.
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HI HONEY!! I have a fic request! Based on Aaron and his love for calling the reader sweet girl/his sweet girl. Where thatâs his favorite nickname for her and she loves is sm and he loves it sm AND THEYRE JUST IN LOVE. I think that would be so cute!
endearments
i'm putting a (slightly) drunk aaron take on this đ¤ cw; fem!reader, mentions of drinking, soft drunk!aaron, vague suggestion, a lot of fluff <3
You had been on the brink of dozing off, but had fought against your heavy eyelids until Aaron returned home safely. It had been guys night out; aka Dave dragging him to some top-shelf fancy bar, or whatever establishment the David Rossi enjoyed to frequent.
The slower than normal pace echoed from down the hallway - locking the door, putting his coat away, a quick check on Jack; his usual night rounds. Finally he made his way into your shared bedroom, dropping soundly onto the bed beside you with a heavy exhale. His aim, however, a bit off - he landed nearly on top of you.
You could smell the small aroma of bourbon on his breath. He always drank just enough to be tipsy, smart and conscious of avoiding a brutal hangover, or an alert tending to.
"My sweet girl."
His voice was heavenly deep, softer and smoother in its inebriated manner. It paralleled his actions: drunk Aaron meant clingy Aaron. His immediate tight hold solidified such.
"Hey," You adjusted yourself, laying more so on your side, facing him. Your voice was laced with your drowsiness; tone relaxed, content, making Aaron wonder why he didn't just stay home with you all night. "Have fun?"
"Yeah, it was nice." Your hand cupped his cheek momentarily, moving towards the nape of his neck. His glassy eyes admired you.
"Dave find any new wives?"
Aaron snorted gently, "Not this time."
You hummed in response, fingers running through the back of his hair. You switched between brushing through the short strands, and gently scratching his scalp. Aaron could've groaned at the feeling (he may have, he honestly couldn't recall if he did.) "Poor wing-manning on your end, then."
"Always next time." His head dropped into your neck, immediately pressing a gentle kiss into your skin. Then another, and another. His words were muffled when he spoke, "I missed you though, sweet girl. Wished you were with me the whole time."
You immediately flushed. While Aaron supplied you with multiple terms of endearment, this was without a doubt your favorite. It simply made you feel loved within its purest state. Adored.
Whereas Aaron loved the way it rolled off his tongue. It fit, just like the way his hand fit perfectly into yours, or the way your body molded perfectly into his - just like now. Not only that, he loved your reaction - the pet name turned you into a flustered, shy mess within seconds.
But now, in his drunken state, he wasn't saying so to fluster you, but it was the natural affection you caused him to possess, only elevated. His words rushed out effortlessly, freely. More insistent.
"You're blushing."
You scoffed lightly, all in amusement. "How do you know?"
"Because you're my sweet girl." His words slurred slightly, flowing together. If you didn't know any better, he was also falling asleep. He leaned up to kiss your lips, before his head dropped hastily back down onto your chest. "I know what I'm saying.
"You're drunk. Do you really?" You teased, your eyes narrowing with a small smile on your face.
"How dare you question otherwise."
You laughed softly, sitting up from your lying position, causing Aaron to whine as he slid off, breaking contact. "Let's get you out of these clothes."
Despite the shadows on half his face, half illuminated by the glow of the lap, you could see his lips tugging into a mischievous smirk.
"Wipe that look off your face Hotchner."
He allowed it to linger for just a playful moment longer, before his facial features relaxed, allowing you to pull off his clothes. You tossed them onto the ground carelessly - they could be dealt with in the morning. You tossed him yet another lighthearted glare at the second smirk that followed when you reached his belt buckle.
As tempting as it was, now wasn't the time.
In just his boxers and tee, his arm wrapped around your middle, pulling you as close as he could possibly get you. His face, right back into the crook of your neck. "My sweet girl."
His repetitive words left him in a sigh, quiet enough you wouldn't have known he mumbled them if it weren't him speaking directly into your skin, or for them vibrating into you.
You wiggled your hand out from his hold, draping it over his forearm and lazily tracing your fingertips along the veins his arms possessed.
"I love it, you know." You mumbled into the darkness, scooting back against him, burying your head into your pillow. Confirming the proximity, you almost couldn't be any closer. "Being yours."
He was fading fast, but still awake and aware enough to respond, "Can't imagine anything else."
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