#all we can do is support eachother in all forms!

[soscarlett1twas]

Been thinking about Andrew and Luca.

There’s something so special to me about these two men — outwardly, very different people, but they’re just so alike internally: both having a pretty isolated upbringing with little to no friends, then being thrust into college life and discovering love… and that’s where we see a rift. The outcome of that relationship diverts the course of their emotional journeys. That is, until they meet eachother.

Luca found success where Andrew did not. Luca’s college relationship landed him a fiancé, while Andrew’s was the first in a long chain of loneliness. Isaac left him, then his brother did, and all Andrew had was the choice to either drown in his feelings, or drown in work. He chose work. And that pivoted them to meet, as without Andrew’s drive, he never would have become the young professor Luca TA’d for. He built himself wax wings to soar; but we all know the end of that myth.

Luca, meanwhile, was with the love of his life. Someone who supported him relentlessly for simply being him. It’s pretty clear they have a set-in-stone happily ever after, for as much as even I don’t believe in them. But what’s interesting about this is that Luca is the abandoner. He left his family back in the US. He is happy without them, but he is also not the person who stayed. And we know he was going to — he admits to having planned returning to the States after uni. But he didn’t, because he found love. Love he figured was worth (physically) leaving his family and life for.

Sound familiar? Takes a similar bent to a certain twin’s, doesn’t it.

So it’s those choices which force them to meet. Andrew’s delve into work and Luca’s “running away.” Luca is initially terrified of Andrew while Andrew just sees Luca as his new TA. Both completely fair POVs.

That works for like a week, then Andrew and Darling’s scandal breaks. (An affair which I will say only happened because of Andrew’s crippling loneliness. Andrew wouldn’t have broken his morals so deeply if it weren’t for that fact he literally had nobody else, so desperate for some form of love that he turned to a damn student.) Darling, in the heat of their argument, pins some blame on Luca, accusing Andrew of having a fling with Luca. It’s ludicrous, and I doubt even Darling actually believed that, but it strikes a nerve with Andrew.

Something similar happens with Luca and Babe later. While it’s not as severe an accusation, Babe is jealous of the blooming friendship between our dear Marston and Pearce. Luca assures them that there is nothing going on because literally nothing is, except for the fact that both of their listeners have only observed these two lacking in something, which can be described in a lump sum as friendship.

It’s a rare moment of almost… misunderstanding? For the listeners? Luca and Andrew are both made better by their listeners. ‘Better’ in little, esoteric ways — parallel to the nature of love itself, because is love if not for the little things? — but better nonetheless. So I think to see that little spark of fulfillment in your partner fueled by another person was a moment of yes, misunderstanding.

Because they do begin to fulfill eachother.

Luca calls Andrew more of a ‘big brother’ than anything else. Andrew is the family Luca left behind. And Luca is Andrew’s friend, a role once taken by the people who left him, and it is not a job that can be taken up by a partner — romantic and platonic love are not the same, after all.

This all comes to a head when Andrew and Luca have their talk. The details are a little obscure, but from what I’ve picked up, it seems they spoke about engagement. Luca’s proposal to Babe, specifically.

This is the climax of two things: first, the building of a friendship between two people who spent their lives pretty devoid of that and two, their crossroads. Luca wants to have his family again, only this time, with the person he loves more than anything. Andrew is going steady with Darling and is in the position to have a heart-to-heart with someone who is coming to him as a friend, as a brother, even if Luca never fully expressed that to Andrew.

And it works out. Even if hidden in the vibrant hues of an Icarian crash and burn from Andrew (him losing his job), there are still strokes of bliss. Babe says yes. Luca and Andrew’s friendship grows. Darling and Andrew living peacefully, above all else, together.

Luca and Andrew aren’t even amazing friends, but still, they’re parallels and foils all at once.

They are eachothers closure and openings to a new life. They are brief moments, those passing friends who you see only so often, but still the shifting in a current. Because you don’t need some big, romantic love affair to be changed — you don’t even need a really good friend, you just need a friend.

Somebody.

And I think that’s neat.

[quartergremlin]

i cant even comprehend this level of stupidity/queerphobia anymore. In what world does "why even bother transitioning if you're going to do woman stuff" make sense.

transcript:

Coworker: Okay so. You know what I don't get?

Quarter: mm.

C: Trans men who get married to men? and have kids? What's even the point?

Q (thinking): girl I know you know. like. the general concept of gay people.

[ellabscrush]

— fucking you behind the screen.

thinking about getting pounded by your gamer girlfriend’s strap while unmuted..

pairings; gamer!ellie williams x reader

cw; men and minors don’t interact, making out, strap use, breeding kink, agoraphilia, r uses “daddy” to ellie once, language, dom!ellie, sub!reader.

ways you can help, boycott, do not support neil.

“jesse the fuck was that?” ellie laughs at the guy behind the mic when he missed the shot.

“dina, get him!” she shouted, “fuck yeah!”

your girlfriends excessive cursing and yelling across the room made you snap out of your phone while scrolling on tiktok, wondering if she was about to break her setup right about now.

it was mid winter and the apartment was freezing so you threw on a zip up over your top underneath, feeling the warm athmosphere disappearing from your body as you walked out your room.

“holy shit els, it’s freezing” you said shivering tensely towards the living room, but she didn’t hear you.

“took out your friend.. fucking cunt.”

not gonna lie, her little frustrated grunts and insults were very attractive, you thought. you stared at her hands switching in between buttons, her eyes glued on the screen showing her focus, manspreading enough room for you to eat her out down there.. she looked too good.

you plopped yourself on to the couch, loud enough to make her turn over, pausing her activity. she sets down her headphones and took a long look at you.

she lays back on her chair, “hey you,” she sighs.

“you almost done?” you asked, desperate for some attention.

“almost,” she replies, “this game is pissing me off anyway.”

you smiled, having a silent moment between the two of you. there was a familiar tension, but unsure wether you should go along. ellie kept scanning you up and down like she hadn’t seen you in forever, technically she hadn’t since she’d been playing all day.

“you need somethin?” you asked with confused expression.

“do i look like i need something?” she teased, licking her lips.

you shrugged, shyly looking down as you we’re hiding the redness forming in your face. you couldn’t act normal around her when she looked this good, i mean she always looks good. you soon got up from the couch, walking towards your girlfriend, giving her a long wet kiss.

“you should take this off” she insisted while tugging at your zipper, her tone switching making you go insane.

ellie, being her clumsy self, didn’t mute.

“get a room!” jesse and dina yells from the speaker, unaware the two could listen to you both smothering eachother.

“shut up,” she pulls down the mic, “i’ll get on soon.”

you burried yourself in the crook of her neck from embarrassment and laughed. she pulled you in for a deeper kiss, pulling up your one thigh and the other on to her lap.

“can we make this quick?” ellie asks making you confused, “take this shit off,” she demanded quietly, making sure her friends doesn’t hear.

“just mute it ellie,” you giggled in between the kisses.

she lets out another smirk, this time having an idea behind it.

she whispers in your ear that made you shiver a bit hearing her talk in such a dirty way as she fills you in on her plan. contemplating her genius yet scary idea, you couldn’t help but feel the adrenaline rushing up on you. it turned you on and so you agreed.

“suck.”

ellie puts her middle and ring finger in your wet mouth, prepping it with your saliva before it goes in you. she turns her chair towards her pc, leaving a bit of room for you.

“stream your screen,” she speaks into the mic, “i’ll just watch you both from here.”

a few minutes later, her strap was going in and out behind you, making you cry just trying to keep your moans in. back arched and both hands on the rim of the table infront of you as ellie make your stomach turn.

“shh, can’t let them hear you now.”

“mmph.. so deep..” you whimpered.

at this point you were barely clothed, nipples poking through the see through, thin fabric of your bra. ellie gropping your perky tits as hard as she wanted, you were hers. she could do whatever she wanted.

her hips moving faster and faster, holding yourself up with just two grips on her white desk. her praises for keeping quiet were not helping, it made you even louder.

“you look so slutty right now,” she basically drooled, “asking to get fucked under that jacket?”

“y-yes” you say quietly, “fuck daddy.”

the name made ellie flustered. her hand grabbing your jaw while your mouth was hanging open dry, she stared at the long silicone disappearing inside of you.

“ellie- i cant-“ you squeeled as you tried reaching her arms, begging for some gentleness.

“yes you can,” she whispers in your ear, “be a good girl and let me fuck you in secret, okay?”

you didn’t say anything, you couldn’t, so you just nodded. ellie kissed down your neck to your shoulder as a reward for listening, being a good girl just for her.

“gonna fuckin’ breed you..” ellie muttered in your ear, “being s-such a good mama for me.”

it started getting rough, more than before. the image in your head of what you two looked like right now, or even getting caught by her friends made you more horny. your body started shuttering and the familiar feeling of pleasure in your thighs took over.

“please baby..” you moaned trying to keep your composure.

“faster?” she asked knowing the answer, “yeah i know you want it faster, love.”

your girlfriend started pounding you like crazy while firmly gripping your swollen ass.

“perfect fucking ass sucking it in.. godd.”

the little action figures on the desk falling, table hitting the wall, making you realize how loud you two were being.

“mm ellie too much..” you whined, “please slow down!”

suddenly, she couldn’t take your begging anymore. as much as she loved hearing you, she had to shut you up. her hands quickly covered your mouth, “quit talking,” she growled.

“you have to keep it down, can you do that?” she raises her eyebrow while making eye contact with you, basically making this harder for you purposely.

“answer my fucking question. do you want me to stop?”

“no.. els no,” was all you could mumble out, “fuckk”

that last moan alerted the two on the other side of the screen, luckily ellie saved it.

“yo ellie you good?” jesse asks, “uh yeah! just bumped my knee.”

“idiot,” he laughed.

that was close. your quick taps on her hand covering your mouth lured her attention back on you, begging with teary eyes to cum. ellie was full in lust looking at you being a needy whore bent over.

she took the palm of he hand out and put her thumb in your mouth while continuing to pound you hard. your mumbled words were frustrating her, “words baby, words.”

she pushes you back towards her chest, “need your cum..” you begged looking up at her, “fuck me please.”

with that, your wishes came true as she railed you deep and faster. making you reach your climax with every thrust coming in and out of your hole.

“ellie!-“

“shut it,” she covers your mouth again aggressively, slapping your ass with one free hand. the gesture secretly making you more close to orgasming.

“that’s my slut getting fucked behind for everyone to hear.”

you couldn’t help yourself but moaned, not even caring who could hear you at this point.

“yeah?” ellie mocks, “like it that much?”

you nodded. your girlfriend feeling better right about now for letting her take it all out on you over a game.

“i’m fucking cumming.. holy shit,” you pant out of breath, feeling the turns in your stomach and liquid dripping down your thighs.

“i’m gonna cum in you, baby” ellie groaned, “make you.. all mine.”

“yes cum in me oh my god!”

she grabs your shoulders, “take my fucking dick.. f-fuck.”

ellie swore she could feel you, seeing the white ring forming on the strap made her smile just knowing no one else could fuck you this good.

“i love breeding you baby.. fill you up with that warm.. sticky cum, yeah?” ellie continues to please you as you ride out her strap, “goodd girl.. it’s okay mama.”

“els i’m shaking,” you whined, “no more..”

“you did good baby.”

don’t worry, she was actually muted this time.

[cindyss]

• — MY SHORTS DONT HAVE LACES — •

PAIRING(S): theodore nott x fem. reader !!

WARNING(S): smut

SUMMARY: Hermoine is aware of y/n’s feelings toward theo, therefore when she gets the chance, hermoine makes it her job to get them close to eachother

A/N: i hope you enjoy this and check my most recent post with tom riddle please show it some support 😭🙏 (this is edited)

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You and Hermione were in your shared dorm, getting ready together for the pool party thrown.

You put your matching black swimsuits on and put your hair up so that it doesnt get wet from the water.

“Hermoineeeee” you sigh. “Is- is uhh is, is theo gonna be there?” You ask hesitantly.

Hermoine had always been aware of your feelings toward theo and she made no effort to stop teasing you about it.

“Ugh, y/n, yes he is” she spoke as she rolled her eyes.

“Do i look good, should i tie my hair or keep it in a claw-clip like this? Omg idk what to do i feel so ugly. Should i change this swimsuit?” you complain

“Y/l/n, one more word i swear. You look gorgeous, ur perfect. How many times do i need to tell you that?” She said.

You jump into her arms before she could finish, “god hermoine i love you” you say.

“Yeah i know bla bla bla bla, now we have a party to get to and boys to impress” she winked before dragging you out of the room.

You get to the party and ur eyes immediately begin scanning the room, in search of theo. In no time you spot him, sat in the hot tub with cormac, harry, ron, ginny, and luna.

Hermoine notices your intentions and grabs your hand leading you to the hot tub, “hermoine, no, im not ready yet!!” you sigh.

“too bad” she says before jumping in the hot tub. “shoot, y/n, there’s no more place for you, but im sure theo would be more than pleasured to keep you on his lap” she giggled.

You and theo didn’t hate eachother, you weren’t friends either. However, there was always tension between the two of you, even Neville could catch it.

He patted on his lap, gesturing for you to come over “c’mere” he said. You drag ur feet in the water and adjust ur sitting on his lap.

Looks and smiles exchange between everyone in the tub and you begin to feel the tension form. Cormac, next to you, starts talking about his previous experience with the ladies and other stuff.

And while ur listening, trying to act interested in whatever he’s talking about, you feel something poke from under you.

You also feel theo’s hands wrap around ur waist from under water which makes you let out a loud gasp, loud enough for the people in the hot tub to hear at least.

Everyones heads turn around to you, “sorry guys, thought i saw a bug” you laugh it off and all ur friends go back to their conversations.

The poking from under you only got more annoying, so you turn ur head, “theo, the laces of ur swimsuit are poking me, can u do something about it?” You speak.

“Cara mia, my shorts don’t have laces” he whispers to you, you could feel his breath on ur ear. “Fuck theo” you say.

He looks at you and then says something again “i say we get out of here darling before i can’t control myself anymore”.

You immediately jump up, and theo follows you. “If you’ll excuse us, we have some business to manage” he jokes pointing at the both of you.

“Get out of here man” Ron laughs.

“God please no” this, from Luna.

“Off you go” hermoine says smiling.

Theo then grabs your hand, two towels, and starts leading you back to his dorm. On ur way there, he wraps one of the towels around you, making sure you’re not cold.

When you get there, the Slytherin boy wastes no time locking the door and smashing his lips onto yours, immediately also allowing his tongue to slip in.

The kiss was not sweet, it was slow yet passionate and hungry. The boy was practically eating your face off while he has you pinned on the wall.

In a sudden movement, theo slips his hands under your thighs and carries you up into his arms. He carries you to his bed, the kiss ongoing, and makes you lay there.

He wastes no time unclasping your bikini and sucking on your tits. Your fingers meet his hair and you start tugging at it as he sucks on your nipples.

He leaves kisses on your boobs and cups them while he moves back up to your lips, also removing your underwear. They meet again and this time the kiss is faster, deeper, and hungrier.

“I- i.. fuck” he says in between kisses.

“Mhm?” you wonder.

“My friend down there, fucking hell, he needs attention.” the boy explains.

You laugh and start working your way, trying to remove his shorts. He turns over making sure to provide you with enough space to take control.

You make your way down, leaving kisses down his ab lines. You slowly lower his shorts and begin trailing his v line with your fingers.

You then remove his shorts completely and for a second, you are taken back by his large size.

His wet, throbbing cock was now inches away from your face. You begin by licking his tip, slowly and carefully before taking him in all in one go.

To that, he gasps, his hands then move to your head guiding you, he grabs onto your hair and leads you.

He even makes you gag a few times when he hits your throat, which you pinch his thigh for that.

You speed up your movements as you wanted to be the one to make him cum first, and you wanted to be the one that makes it happen faster.

“Cara mia” he spoke. “Im gonna.. soon. Im gonna.. fuck”.

You mumble a quick mhm as you speed your movements.

“Fuck you’re so good at this”. he praised

You smiled to yourself before he finally came on your mouth, he squeezed your hair as he released.

You move back up to him and stick your tongue out to show him you swallowed it. You then start kissing him again, slipping your tongue inside, his hands wrapping around your waist.

“You know ur actually gorgeous, youre so perfect. A goddess i swear” he said as you were sat on his lap, staring deep into his eyes.

“Tell me something in italian” you ask.

“Hmm? Something like what ehh?” he smirks.

“Anything” you smile.

“Well.. ti scoperò finché non potrai più camminare.” he said in a whisper.

“And that means?” you wonder.

“I’ll fuck you till you cant walk” he spills.

“Oh is that so?” you giggle.

he nods and then you give him the look of affirmation before he slams into you, which makes you let out a gasp before adjusting yourself to his size.

You then start working ur hips in sync with his, riding him while his hands roam ur body, touching every bit of skin he could get his hands on.

“Fff.. fuckkk, you look too good like this” he praised. “dannatamente perfetto”. (fucking perfect)

you smile and in a sudden movement, he flips you over so hes in control, he starts speeding and you grab onto the sheets for dear life.

He leans in and kisses you, you moan into his mouth and his swollen tip hits your spot, the one that sends you to the moon and back.

“FUCKING HELL!!” you scream, “THEODORE IM GONNA CUM”. He speeds up his movements and guides you as you release.

“è stato fantastico, bellissimo” (that felt amazing, beautiful) he spoke slumping on the bed next to you.

“You really gotta start teaching me italian so i can understand what ur saying” you chuckle.

“Oh yeah? What if i dont want you to understand what im saying” he teased.

“Uhh oh, we might have a problem then” you both laugh as he hugs u tightly, kissing ur temple.

[multiverse-sparkles]

Your kiss is burning to my skin — S. Rogers and B. Barnes.

summary: steve and bucky break up with you to focus on their relationship. at first, you took the breakup hard. then you took it worse.

pairings: steve x reader x bucky, stucky x reader.

warnings: angst, language, mentions of violence, poly.

chapter one

“it has nothing to do with you, doll.” bucky reiterates, tone mellowing into a small hesitant whisper as he sees you flinch at the endearment. “i mean you were wonderful and so lovely; always understanding us, being the pillar for support and providing us, always with positive reinforcements.” steve squeezes his hand as his form of support, as if willing bucky to take strenght from him to continue his words as he stutters.

the tender moment was not missed by your gaze that were intent on the supersoldiers who sat at the sofa infront of you. the parallels already evident; steve and bucky, leaning to eachother for comfort, sitting in one sofa. the only distance in the room were with you and them; sat in the lone one seater, listening with bated breath to their reasons on why they were breaking your heart.

you could guess several other scenarios happening when you returned from the three week mission requiring radio silence; a breakup was not one of them.

you were happy. the last time you saw either of them, you three went on a romantic date followed by a passionate night spent in eachother's loving arms. the next day was a tearful exchange of goodbye's and unwillingness to part; bucky had almost begged to be included, knowing what the mission entailed. steve inteded to be more diplomatic and barter with tony who refused to budge on his stance.

so with a heavy heart, you departed to cold and frigid terrorist base along with natasha and sam, throwing yourself into your duties in order to come home soonest. even with the support and extensive planning aswell as research, it still took a considerable amount of time.

but not enough for a drastic change of heart— or so you thought.

the steely and determined gaze to steve, the way bucky could look at you in the eyes despite shifting in his seat; they were fucking serious. and intent on expressing their disatisfaction with your current arrangement. one that was implicitly expressed as you trek to your floor, and sat you down after an almost hostile welcome.

“this hurts us more than you.” bucky exhales, looking at steve.

“i doubt it.” the first words you spoke amid all these crazy tirade sounded weak, from disuse and the emotions welling up in your throat. “but please, by all means, don't let me interrupt. why now?”

“we have been talking and spending time with eachother.. unconsciously, we thought about... how we missed it when it was just us.”

you flinch. again. in the field you were almost fearless, and not even a flying knife can make you swerve— you'd catch the weapon whizing to the air with precise movements. turns out, words indeed cut deeper.

but all the more of the implication that it had been them first; and the way it sounded, you were an unwelcomed participant into the special connection they shared.

“but this is not to say we don't value you.” steve intones. “we do. you have to know that. you're special in your own way, but bucky and i have something deeper than just flesh.”

you bite your tongue to refrain from lashing out. as a coping mechanism, you entertain the anger for his fucking audacity. letting the rage simmer under the blank farce you currently wear.

“we just hope, we can focus on eachother more.” steve elaborates, tensing the slightest at your emotionless response. to be frank, both men were ready for a fight, for you to scream and be hysterical. but you were surprisingly calm and collected. which made both uneasy.

“we just want to fall inlove again, without worrying about, others.” he refers you as others now. “could be permanent, could be a thought in passing.” bucky says. “the only thing we're certain about is a break.” he evasively looks away.

“i guess what bucky and i are trying to say is that, we want more from eachother, and there are certain deeper connections that we can't sustain in a three-way relationship.” steve informs you.

“i respect that.” you run your clammy hands on your tactical gear, they couldn't wait until you were dressed and atleast fed before shoving flowery words on your throat. “but if you're breaking up with me, say it bluntly; tell me honestly, tell it in words i understand- you were a good lay but it's actually eachother we love.” you enunciate the word slowly, “and don't delude me with kind words, when i know you're going to dangle the very statements you spewed over my head, most likely in days when you're fucked up or too lonely for eachother. i will not be tripped into your bed ever again.”

you despised the words as soon as they left your mouth; the statements only providing to fuel your deepest insecurity. and it was unfair to both of them, you knew it was.

steve and bucky looked visibly wretched by your words, yet you ignore it, telling yourself to get used to not caring about either of them.

“doll”

“darling”

“don't fucking call me that.” you hiss, both men still in their seat. “we're done.” gathering whatever was left of your dignity, you trudge to the doors and out of their lives.

the door closed behind you, your own apartment looking stale as opposed to the home you have built with steve and bucky; you barely stayed here anyways, but kept it for storage reasons. it still had stark's touch, feeling more like a hotel penthouse, appearing cold and detatched.

you slide down against the door weakly, losing the false bravado infront of your ex lovers. as if a child, you hug your knees to your chest, sobbing into it unbashedly.

three years all down the drain. and they talked about it as if it were a skin deep connection, downplaying every single moment; in tenderness, in affection, in tears and the joy.

you didn't lie down with them in their bed as an extension, as a woman that can be tossed in passing.

you didn't hold them gently in your arms, and provided the warmth the world has chosen to keep from them just to be a stranger.

you didn't whisper words of comfort in their ears, in the middle of the night when the nightmares became too much to handle, just to be someone shallow and unimportant in their lives.

most importantly, you didn't love them to be hurt like this.

the pain cuts deep in your heart, like a throbbing wound, one you feel physically; one that leaves you gasping for breath, a hand held above your heart, feeling as if you could die. your chest tight, your throat welling up, you struggle to remain above ground, eyes darting around the room to keep in the moment- fuck, you were having a panic attack.

you despised when that happens. hated the sheer fact that you would allow yourself to be vulnerable when there were things that needed to be done; people that need saving, reports to be made, meetings to attend. you led a remotely chaotic life and the only thing that truly anchored you in here, to the now, turned their backs to you.

they no longer want you.

you swallowed heavily, arms instinctively hugging yourself, eyes squinting in an an attempt at concentration; color, you looked at your surroundings, dizzily naming the grey of your couch, the ivory white lamp, the silver and gold of the chandelier. your forehead was beaded with perspiration, breath coming out in shorts despite your attempts at distracting yourself.

“agent y/n, your blood pressure is fluctuating; your heart rate is abnormal which can cause the brain and other ogans to become oxygen deprived. i concluded a physical scan and deduced your emotional distress," FRIDAY “i'm at liberty to ask if i should call captain rogers and sergeant barnes, as they are—”

“no!” you managed to shout between strangled breaths, patting your chest methodolically hoping whatever it was, seemingly dislodged into your airways be cleared.

“agent y/n, in accordance to the tower's protoccol, i am hardwired to inform your immediate contacts of your current state of distress.” her posh voice inserts. and despite yourself, you groan.

“i'm peachy, fri.” you lean your head back to the door, closing your eyes and focusing on your breathing. slowly, you were able to calm down enough, “it's probably the best time to change those emergency contacts, aswell. while you're at it, remove the captain and sergeant's access to this floor; both physically and even in information.”

“ofcourse, agent y/n. please state your official badge number and code.” when you answer her, FRIDAY appears to repeat your command before doing what was asked.

“i also elected the sensible decision of reinstating agent romanov as your primary emergency contact. that being said, ms. romanov is on the way to your floor.” FRIDAY disappears before you can scold her, which made you truly contemplate wether she was conscious and, in all actuality sensitive to human emotions.

perhaps, she does have an inkling of human relationships and intense emotions, but that was no longer your concern; considering you have a black widow shaped problem coming your way. and natasha romanov was nothing, if not immensely stubborn and perpetually perceptive. you were several times screwed over.

however, as she appeared in your doorway, the waterworks resumed ten times over, and you were sobbing pathetically in the red head's arms, lamenting your broken heart.

you couldn't remember for how long you've stayed immobile in your room, but it had been several days; perhaps a week or two that you cried your heart out, barely consuming meals unless for sustenance. that in itself seemed like a chore for your aching muscle, your tired and weary bones protesting with every single movements.

this morning though... this morning, it was sunny and bright. you'd opened the curtains with much effort, peering into the bustling city; the skyline providing you with displaced warmth. a few years ago, you'd only ever dreamt about being in new york; and you've lived it. becoming an avenger was also a dream you've worked hard in achieving, and here you are, fighting alongside the heroic and brave on normal tuesdays.

should you allow yourself to wither away in a dark room, heart terribly battered and bruised when the world was set for conquering? well, perhaps it would be insensitive to use the c word; cringing to yourself upon the remembrance of several otherplanetary creatures wreaking havoc on your home planet, like it were a free for all.

you enjoyed the warmth of the sun on your skin for a few moments, allowing yourself to finally, breathe. you bask in the first time upon weeks that you thought positively for a change; so wreaked from questioning every single thing wrong about you.

for the first time in many days, you took the longest shower in history, setting the temperature just a touch scalding. you cleaned your room, changed the sheets, and donned yourself in a decent jeans and a t-shirt combo. grabbing your purse, and stuffing your phone, wallet and keys along with you, you departed from your room.

on the way to the garage, you texted both wanda and natasha; who have been at your side with the outmost vigor, crying and cursing both the supersoldiers as you wept from your broken heart.

you: mall and galiani's at the grove? :)

wands: yes!! meet you there <3

natty: otw in my sensible shoes.

you smiled softly, thankful for your friends. it may have spread like wildfire among your colleagues in the tower, and the magic six may have taken sides and pointed fingers; but amongst all the drama, you were glad that you had people to count on.

it may take a while for you to feel like yourself again... but you were willing to make it work.

[bet-on-me-13]

Symbiote Ellie Phantom AU

After she was saved from Destabilization, Ellie gained a nifty new power. She can Melt on command and move around freely, which is just a really fun power, even if she is a bit weaker when she uses it .

But one day, she gets really badly hurt. Like, Really Hurt. Let's say the GIW got a lucky shot and managed to capture her, and experimented on her for a week before she managed to escape.

She can't keep her Human Form stable anymore, but her Goop Form is good enough for now. All she needs to do is find an Ectoplasm Rich Environment and try to heal up the best she can. Hopefully Danny will find her after she misses her monthly Visit.

She ends up in Gotham while searching for a place to heal, but the GIW is hot on her tail.

She needs a place to hide, and the only way she can think of is to overshadow somebody and pretend to be them while the GIW passes her by.

So she jumps into the nearest person she can find, a girl close to her age jumping across Rooftops.

But since she was in her weaker Goop Form, she can't enter a person without their permission. So she slides up to the person in Goop Form, jumps on her Back, and telepathically asks her for help, begging for permission to hide in her for a bit.

The girl she tried to overshadow was Cassandra Cain.

After some begging, Cass agrees and Ellie sinks into her. Again, she can't fully Overshadow her, so she's basically a passenger until Cass decides to give her some control.

The GIW passes by them, and Ellie tries to leave Cass only to realize that she can't. Since Cass was exposed to the Lazarus Pits, she is has a weird Biology, and since Ellie already had a Wierd Biology being a Halfa Clone as a Pile of Goop, they somehow can't leave eachother.

Cass gets a new Roommate, but instead of sharing an apartment, its her body. It's honestly not that bad, Ellie can give her some of her old powers and she can still communicate by making a Goop Head come out of Cass's shoulder.

They get along really well too, Ellie can ways be there for Cass whenever she needs somebody to talk to, and Cass is the Supportive Older Sister who helps Ellie talk about her feelings.

The Bat Fam also doesn't know. They figure that this will probably be fixed soon enough, so there's no real reason to tell her Family. They do find out after a few weeks however.

Cass accidently uses Ellie's powers in front of one of her brothers, which causes them to tell Bat's which means the entire family knows by the end of the day.

Cass has to explain the situation and introduces her new little sister. "This is Ellie. She's a Meta who escapes a secret Government Organization and asked for my help to hide from them by hiding in my Body. Unfortunately, we can't split up because her powers reacted strangely to the Lazarus in my blood. She is now my sister. You are not going to make her leave, I will not let you."

It takes a while, but the Bat Fam ends up accepting her. They do end up looking into that "Secret Government Organization" though, and find that they have been experiencing Raids by an army of Ghosts for the last few weeks.

"Oh right, I missed my monthly visit to my brother." Says Ellie from Cass's shoulder. "He must be looking for me, no biggie."

It's definitely a Biggie.

[thesirencult]

PAC READING: CHRISTMAS WISHES FROM YOUR FS

PILE 1

Your FS is going through a "10 Of Swords" moment. They have been blinded from the truth. Her light is stronger than any illusion's. You are part of this truth. You and this person share a very special soul bond. Your lives' are parallel to eachother, a thin thread connecting the dots until the moment you meet.

"Keep your map close to your chest darling.

Not many people will understand the journey you are embarking on. I do. I want you to know that I wish that all wishes come true the next year. I'm kinda hopping one of them involves me ; )

I wish you get to heal. I wish the sun is warming up your skin and your eyes are shining with hope. I wish I was there to hold your hand. We could embrace eachother under the sun.

You are my sun.

My Sun. Take the chance and that leap of faith. It will bring you closer to happiness and to me. There are times the most illogical choice and the most risky one leads us to success. The paradox of risk.

I wish you keep the flame in your heart alight and your optimism helps you rise above every single. I wish you find love and guidance within your soul.

Goodbye, for now, my Sun and Merry Christmas <3"

PILE 2

Your person is not happy. They are far away from you but energetically they can feel that you are struggling. Your person is very spiritual and they want you to hold on for a tiny bit longer. They might be older than you. When you meet they will take on the role of a mentor. They see you, the real you and they want to help this diamond form under pressure.

Your FS is very calm, cool and collected. They know what they want. Your message is more heav,y but I know, deep in my heart, that you are telepathetically connected and they constantly send you messages, especially through songs and quotes you stumble upon.

"I wish you could see yourself from my POV. The amazing, beautiful, strong soul that you are. I wish you could look at life through a different prism. I want you to take the reigns and show everyone who you are. I wish you find the strength to own your beauty.

Your energy is mesmerizing. Like a cold night under the full moon and a wolf howling in the background. Hecate.

Choose sovereignty. Choose yourself baby. You're not unlucky. Your time just hasn't come yet.

I want you to push one last time baby. Do it for me. I'm sorry I'm not there to wish you "Happy Christmas".

I wish you manifest your dreams,I wish you dare to invest in your future, in our future without thinking you don't deserve it.

You have more options than you think. Don't make any bad choice you will regret later.

I love you baby. I want you to be healthy and strong."

PILE 3

Your FS is very "hungry" for you. They want you to let them take control. They are more possessive and obsessive than you would expect. They show their emotions through touch and on the bed.

They are daring and won't mind to show that you are theirs to everyone. Your FS knows taht you have big goals and they want you to know that in the future you will achieve all your dreams.

They are pretty succesfull themselves and they want you to get that bag and level up. They love material things and they invest in their future. You would meet in an environment supporting your level up (gym, career day, course, seminar etc.).

"My lovey dovey Sweetheart,

I wish you indulge this season. I wish you let your hair down for a while. When you are mine I will help you calm down. I will take the burdens off of your shoulders and tie your hands. Merry Christmas my lovely baby. I wish this time next year we are together, driving around in our luxury vehicles.

Let me dominate you. Let me take control. I will wrap satin sheets around you and carry you to the bathroom. A bathtub full of rose petals. Champagne for you my love. Sit on my face.

I wish you achieve all your goals. I wish you get your dream car, you bossy little lady. I will hold your hand through everything. I'll be by your side on long nights and I will proudly parade you around and show you off to everyone. I want them to know that the most accomplished person is mine.

You are mine. Mine. Mine.

Always yours, your FS."

[zombvic]

BLUE IS THE COLOR (mason mount x reader)

summary : in which y/n and mason argue about their newborn babys favorite football team

face claim : not needed

notes : im a sucker for dad fics and as of right now mason is my no1 pookie 😝 also imagine hes still in chelsea cause i refuse to support any other london team #loyal (god i miss prime chelsea). ALSO.. if u dont support barcelona or chelsea .. idk i dont think youll like this fic so mby pretend its ur teams xxx except for Madrid 😊 (i dont hate madridistas but yk im a culer soooooo) im also now seeing that the font is apparently purple but im slightly colorblind so js ignore that thanks xx

pairings : mason mount x reader (dad!mason mount)

"NO SHOT, my baby is NOT supporting Barcelona" The Chelsea midfielder argued. You and Mason have been together for quite some time already (five years to be exact) and you've recently welcomed your firstborn son, Nicolas Mount into the world.

You were born into a family full of FC Barcelona fans, so naturally, you became one aswell. Even after meeting your boyfriend, a Chelsea player, he couldn't change your mind. Thankfully, these two teams are in different leagues so you don't have to worry about having an aneurysm everytime these two played eachother (except for the champions league and thats also just a maybe)

This was a conversation the two of you have had multiple times, even before your baby was born. It was always shrugged off but now, that your son is here. It was time to decide.

"How about everytime Barcelona plays, he wears their jersey but any other time it's your jersey?"

"I'd look unloyal and like im joining Barcelona" (ironic isn't it) the brown haired man laughs.

You playfully roll your eyes at Mason's remark, knowing that this debate wasn't going to end anytime soon.

"Oh come on, Mason. It's just a jersey, it doesn't determine his loyalty at this age, just the fact that he's not a Madrid fan"

"But it's the principle, Y/N. We can't have our little boy supporting a rival team right from the start," Mason chuckles, ruffling Nicolas' tiny hair as he sleeps peacefully in his crib.

You lean in closer, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Fine, how about this? We let him decide when he's old enough. Until then, we can take turns dressing him up in each team's gear. That way, he'll grow up knowing both teams and make his own choice."

Mason considers your proposal for a moment, a smile forming on his face. "Alright, deal. But I'm warning you, I'll be teaching him all the Chelsea chants in the meantime," he jokes, kissing your forehead.

"Okay but he has Catalan blood? He's gonna be a Culer by default"

"I'm pretty sure he's gonna be sick of both teams and become a Juventus fan by the time he can decide" The man jokes while looking at his son.

"Still better than Madrid"

yapfest part two, i put out a poll and yall said i should do this but idk if its good 😭 anyways hope you enjoyed

[luvlunajpg]

Insecurities

♡ pairing: johnnie x Plus size female reader

♡ summary: You caught johnnie doing something unexpected which ends up in losing your virginity

♡ classification: fluff and smut

♥︎ anon note: hey guys! Luna here ( ^ω^ )

This fanfic was requested by a fellow reader from my previous fanfic. This was a challenge for me as insecurities comes in many forms and i fear that i would trigger any of my beautiful johnnie girlies out there :( . I sincerely apologise if there is any part of the story triggered you or made you feel like its not accurate to what body insecurities actually feels like. Some people go through insecurities differently and i really want you to know that no matter how different we are, everyone is beautiful periodt. I love you guys so much! Thank you for the love and support on my previous fanfic.

XOXO Luna ♥︎

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You and Johnnie have been dating for awhile and today just happens to be your anniversary with him. Since Johnnie is busy streaming, you suggest that the both of you to stay at home to watch movies and cuddle the whole night. You and johnnie were never the kind of couple to celebrate publicly. Both of you prefer to just spend time with eachother at home where you and johnnie can have more privacy.

You prepare the blankets, pillows and picked up the delivered food at your doorstep. After preparing for the night you giggled at the set up and took a picture to post it on social media. After admiring your efforts, you head over to Johnnie’s office to peek on his progress on the livestream. As you were few steps closer to his office, your heart immediately sank hearing your boyfriends moans and groans through the door. Your brain was flooded with all kinds of scenarios. Was he lying? What is he doing? Is he facetiming another girl? Why is he moaning like that? Why would he do that during a livestream?

You spare no time and immediately slammed the door open. Johnnie gasped and threw his phone across the room and tries his best to hide his boner. You were in tears, your heart broke into a million pieces, you couldn’t stop sobbing and soon enough you fell to your knees in front of him.

“Noo.. baby please.. i’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-“ johnnie got cut off by sharp slap across his face

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WOULD CHEAT ON ME ON OUR ANNIVERSARY JOHNNIE HOW COULD YOU!” You cried to your hands feeling your heart crumble even more hearing him apologise. Johnnie sigh and grab his phone to show you a picture of yourself in a skirt and heart garter suspenders. That picture was posted this morning as you just put that outfit together for an upcoming concert next week.

“I was masturbating ok… Im sorry Y/N you look so hot in that outfit i couldn’t help myself. I know how you feel towards sex and i respect that but i just can’t help myself. I’m- i’m so sorry Y/N..” johnnie sighs in disappointment.

He cups your face before breaking down into tears, leaving you more heartbroken than before. You’ve always told Johnnie how insecure you are with your body which made you never want to lose your virginity anytime soon. You have always been on the plus size side ever since High school, you have never had a boyfriend and Johnnie just so happens to love you just the way you are. But you were not ready because you were afraid of the way Johnnie would see you afterwards. You have zero experience in sex and you’re also insecure on how you would look like during sex. After seeing your boyfriend sob on your thighs, you start to realise how Johnnie is more than perfect to be the one to be your first. He has been accepting your flaws since day one and still continue to accept it until now.

“Johnnie.. i’m ready.” You lift johnnie’s head to meet his teary blue eyes.

“No baby please, i don’t want to force you. I want you to be sincerely ready.” Johnnie shook his head and holds your hand tight.

“I would never want to lose it to anyone else Johnnie Guilbert. I want you to be my first.” You smiled at him to assure him that you really wanted this. Johnnie pecks your forehead and tells you to get yourself ready so that you are more comfortable. You nodded in response before heading out to shave, shower and wear an outfit that was meant for Johnnie only. A black bra and the same miniskirt and garter suspenders that was in the post. After looking at yourself in the mirror for one last time you head to you and Johnnie’s shared bedroom only to see the room being dim and a few rose petals sprinkled on the bed.

“You like it..? I want it to be more romantic for us.” Johnnie asks as he wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you from the back. You turned around and kissed Johnnie on the lips feeling his lip ring brushing against your lips

“Its perfect my love” you stroke Johnnie’s cheeks as he admires your outfit. He bit his lips admiring you from head to toe as he lightly pushes you on the bed. He strips himself leaving him with only his boxers and continue to kiss you passionately. Your tongues are wrestling in eachothers mouth as Johnnie unclasp your bra exposing your nipple piercing

“Holy fuck Y/N…” johnnie groans as that is his first time seeing them. You immediately got embarrassed and covered your boobs, feeling your face heat up every second. “Hey baby.. its okay. They’re so beautiful. Can’t wait to feel them against my tongue” Johnnie assures as he slowly removes your hands pinning them above your head as he licks the tip of your nipples gently before swirling them around in his mouth. You were a moaning mess, it felt so good you threw your head back on the bed. Johnnie moves on from your nipples and leaves a trail of kisses from your chest all the way to your belly. He removes every last bit of your clothing leaving you naked infront of him, johnnie steps back abit to see his beautiful naked girlfriend laying down infront of him. You felt your insecurities rising from the tip of your toes to the roots of your hair, you immediately sit up and covered your body as your face turns red again.

Johnnie smiles in awe as he removes your hands from your body kissing every part he touches.

“Baby you’re so beautiful… don’t cover up. I love you so so much, the wait was so worth it my love” johnnie says as he leaves kisses from your face all the way to your entrance.

He licks his lips before dragging his tongue on your entrance causing you to moan and grip onto his hair. Johnnie smoothly licks your folds as his thumb massages your clit leaving you a moaning mess under his touch. As you grew wetter, johnnie removes his boxers pressing his hard length against your wetness. He gives you a peck on the nose before pushing himself slowly into you causing you to groan as you feel your walls stretch around his dick. Johnnie gives you time to adjust as he never stops giving you kisses on your neck and face, he holds your hand tight to give you more support. You nodded to assure him to continue, johnnie nods back in response thrusting slowly in and out of you leaving him a groaning mess.

“Fuck! Y/n you’re so tight” Johnnie moaned out as his thrusts are getting faster and harder, but not hard enough for you to feel pain. You were moaning against johnnie’s chest as you feel yourself coming close.

“Fuck johnnie! I’m going to-“ your sentence got cut off as you squeal and cum all over Johnnie’s big length. Seconds later Johnnie pulls out and cum all over the bedsheet as he rolls his eyes to the back before plopping himself down onto the empty spot beside you. After the both of you catch your breaths you wrap your arms around johnnie’s chest cuddling into his skin.

“happy anniversary my beautiful queen” johnnie says as he kisses your head before heading to sleep with you.

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[happilyhertale]

great! so this is kind of like an au but it's still set on the hotd universe. basically, I was wondering if you could do an aemond x fem!reader where their relationship is very similar to that of rhaenyra and harwin's relationship. reader is next in line to throne as she is rhaenyra's daughter. because of this, rhaenyra requests she has a knight for her daughter to watch over her and what not. enter aemond, the one eyed knight and son to alicent hightower.

the two eventually become smitten with eachother and form a secret relationship, with reader eventually falling pregnant with his child. some smut, angst and good ol' fluff. please? (also based on the song work song by hozier)

Sense of duty - Aemond Targaryen x female!reader

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW; Minors do not continue reading!

Author’s note: Finally! Thank you, Anon, for this great request! I'm sorry it took so long! Nevertheless, it was fun to write this story. I hope you like it (: English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 4.2 k

The long awaited second part

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"Aemond!" you gasp as he lifts you onto the table that stands behind you. His hand is between your legs, making its way to your already wet folds.

"Aemond! I... I hear footsteps outside!" you try to sound convincing that it is too dangerous to have wild sex in the middle of the library, in the middle of the day.

But only a "Mmmhm..." sounds from him as he leaves hot kisses on your neck. His "Mmmhm..." is backed up by your moans.

"I have given instructions that we are to be left alone... study... No one comes into the library"

"But...", you can't continue, his fingers have reached their destination and they are stroking through your wet arousal. You grab his shoulders and groan. Immediately his lips are on yours to muffle your moans. Firm, circular movements he leaves on your clit. Your hands are on his trousers by now and open them. In no time at all you release him from his pants and let your hand glide over his pulsing length. His hiss from your first touch quickly turns into a deep moan.

You press his cock against your wet folds and let it slide through. He smirks at you, "We're a little impatient today, aren't we?"

You moan into his mouth, "...Because you made me wait too long!"

With one thrust he is inside you and you literally cry out. It's been too long since you felt his full length inside you. That you felt him fill you completely. The stretching is almost unpleasant at first, until it turns into the feeling of pure pleasure. Aemond puts his hand over your mouth to muffle your whimpers as he slides his hot length back and forth.

"Fuuck... you're so incredibly tight," he gasps in your ear.

You can only continue to whimper. Aemond grabs you by the waist and pulls you closer. He reaches another angle, thrusts deeper into you. He holds you tightly and slams your hips down hard on his cock. The library, usually such a quiet place, is filled with your moans and the sound of naked skin slapping against each other.

"A-Aemond... I'm close!" you moan. His lips crash onto yours and he kisses you wildly. He doesn't let up with his thrusts and his hand finds its way between your bodies. His fingers reach your clit again, rubbing it frantically.

You claw at his leather waistcoat for support. The table beneath you squeaks dangerously with each thrust he gives you. The familiar, much loved pressure builds in your lower belly. Your thighs, tight in Aemond's hands, begin to tremble. You moan out, but Aemond can't bring himself to muffle your moan, it spurs him on further to thrust into you. He notices how you keep clenching around his cock. His name keeps leaving your lips, like a soft prayer that fills the halls of the sept. As you come on his cock, Aemond also notices his lower belly tighten. He reaches for a linen cloth lying on the table. As the tug arrives in his balls, he leaves your warm core. His hand grips your thighs firmly, the consequences will still be visible tomorrow. He gasps and moans as he spreads his hot seed into the linen cloth.

You lean your head into the crook of his neck and gasp softly. He caresses your soft hair as you stand there for a while. Only your heavy breathing can be heard in the library. You spread soft kisses on his neck.

But it wasn't always like this between you.

You are y/n Velaryon and the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen. Your duty is to take the Iron Throne after your mother. The second woman ever to sit on a throne. Your father is Laenor Velaryon and just like your brothers Jace and Luke, you have inherited few traits from your father. But you have at least inherited your father's silver hair and your mother's purple eyes.

You live in King's Landing and want for nothing. Even now you regularly attend council meetings. Like your mother before, you hand out drinks to the councillors and try to learn something from the political discussions. Your grandfather Viserys I is always present and leads the discussions.

At one of these council meetings, your mother had once made the request that she wanted special protection for you. After all, you are the heir to the throne and you should have a personal knight by your side who will always protect you. You just looked at her irritatedly from a distance. She did not return your gaze.

Queen Alicent, who was also present, thought this was an excellent idea. It did not take long before the perfect knight seemed to be found. To be precise, it was at the next council meeting when Alicent announced that she had found someone perfect. Aemond Targaryen. Her son. Your uncle.

In shock, you knocked over a cup and all eyes were on you. Aemond's eyes were suddenly on you too, looking at you emotionlessly and with a hint of contempt. Now it was also clear to you why he was suddenly attending the meeting.

After a brief pause, Alicent continued. Since there are no betrothal offers for Aemond, this seemed an adequate task for him. And what would be a more honourable task than to protect the future queen?

You were not surprised that the betrothal offers for him did not materialise. He was rude, uptight, always in a bad mood and let everyone around him know how little he thought of them. He was just a terrible person. And he should now be responsible for keeping you safe at all times.

You were not convinced at all and went to your mother after the council meeting.

"Mother. This is unacceptable. Have you never realised what an unpleasant person he is?"

She just smiled at you, "Good. Then at least I'm convinced he won't be distracted and his attention will be on protecting you."

You just looked at her in disbelief, but from her look you saw that this matter was already decided for her and there was nothing more to discuss. Angrily you left her chambers. Aemond was also not enthusiastic at first, but let himself be convinced by his mother that it was an honourable task.

So that's how you started spending time together. Unwillingly, you could say. You never spoke much to each other. Only a "good morning" left your lips when he stood in front of your chambers in the morning, which was never answered with more than a slight bow of his head. In the evening it was no different. You wished him a good night and before you could close your door, you briefly saw him bow his head slightly again.

This changed when one morning he could not find you. He stood in front of your chambers, but you did not come out. After repeated warnings, he came to your chambers, but he could not find you. You were not in the anteroom, not in your bed and not in the adjoining bathroom. Panic rose in him and he briefly felt fear that something might have happened to you. Not because he was particularly afraid for you, but because he was afraid of failing in the task that had been imposed on him. At least that's what he told himself.

He immediately rushed out of your chambers and searched the entire keep and its gardens. You had disappeared. You were not to be found in any of the other chambers, the council chamber or any other hall. On the verge of despair, he passed the library. Actually, he wanted to go to the training yard and hoped that you had lost your way there. But as he passed the half-open door to the library, his gaze fell in and he saw you sitting there.

Calmly, you sat there in an armchair and read a book. For a short time his anger was forgotten. The morning sun shone through a window into the library. It shone right on you and made your silver hair almost glow. Even though he didn't want to, he paused for a moment and enjoyed the view. When he regained consciousness, he stormed into the library, "What are you doing here??"

Startled, you looked up, "Mhm, I don't know if this looks familiar, but I'm reading a book at the moment."

He breathed heavily.

"Did you run here?" you asked with raised eyebrows.

Aemond snorted, "I was looking for you! You were not in your chambers where I am to meet you in the morning!"

You had to smile, "Pardon me..."

But he interrupted you, "You can't just disappear unannounced!"

Your smile disappeared, "I left you a note. On my table. It said exactly where I was. But now that I know that it does not even look familiar to you when someone is reading, I should send a servant to you next time to give you my message verbally."

"There was no note," he hissed.

"'Right… So if we go to my chambers now and check... Then there wouldn't be a note?"

Aemond did not answer immediately. He hadn't looked on your table. Panic had gripped him and he had no longer been able to think rationally.

"What are you doing here early in the morning anyway?" he asked instead.

Normally you would tease him further. But you had such a relaxed morning, you didn't want to mess it up.

"I couldn't sleep and so I came here early in the morning"

Aemond frowned, "You come here when you can't sleep?"

You simply nodded, "It is quiet here and I can give myself over to my thoughts. Read something... It's peaceful here."

"I've never noticed that before... That you like to read," he said almost softly. His anger of a moment ago was almost forgotten.

You looked down at your book again, "Perhaps you weren't attentive enough...? Or perhaps you have simply overlooked it... like the note on my table"

Now Aemond had to smile slightly.

From that point on, you talked more. You began to enjoy the time together, it felt almost unforced.

You even had to admit to yourself that perhaps he wasn't such an unpleasant person after all. That underneath his hard, unpleasant shell, there was perhaps a pleasant core.

But still, the one thing you didn't tell each other was that you enjoyed each other's presence. You enjoyed the warmth that emanated from him. When he just sat next to you and you read. Likewise, you enjoyed watching him when he read. The way he would frown slightly from time to time. Or how he would gently move his thumb over his fingertips when he had read an interesting passage. It's the little things that made you curious about how his lips would feel on yours. If there would be a tingling sensation on your skin when he touches you with his long fingers.

But you would never tell him that.

Aemond was no different. Countless times he had only noticed after some time that he was staring at you. That he had lost himself in the way you kept running your fingers through your long hair while you devoured a book. How you clicked your tongue slightly when you didn't quite understand a passage and had to read it again. He wanted to hold you, touch you, even kiss you... but he would never confess it to you.

After a few moons had passed, a ball was on the agenda. There was a big secret about why this ball was taking place. You and Aemond were both not keen on the idea and had toyed with the idea of simply retreating to the library.

Aemond came to fetch you from your chambers that evening. When he stood at your door and you stepped out, he was momentarily speechless. He thought you were pretty, no question. But that evening you left him speechless. He just smiled at you slightly. You had returned his smile.

Together you went to the hall.

While the lords and ladies present danced, you enjoyed the food and drank.

You were in deep discussion with Aemond when a lord joined you at the table, "Prince Aemond. Princess y/n," he had bowed his head slightly.

You smiled at him, "Lord...?"

He smiled as well, "Lord Cregan Stark"

Aemond felt a slight twinge in his chest. He didn't like the way you smiled at each other at all. But he liked even less how that fact bothered him.

"I am pleased to finally make your acquaintance, Princess. I have longed for this day for a long time."

His direct manner did not make your smile disappear, "Oh? Is that so? I hope you are not disappointed"

"Certainly not. If all goes well, I will leave the capital and have found a betrothed"

He smiled briefly at you and bowed his head slightly as he moved away from the table again. You didn't quite understand what Lord Cregan meant by that until you noticed your mother watching you from across the table.

You stood up from the table. Aemond's gaze followed you.

You walked towards your mother. She smiled sweetly at you as you sat down beside her.

"Mother... would you like to tell me why this ball is being held? And why Lord Cregan is approaching me? Talking about finding a betrothed?"

Rhaenyra sighed, "You will have to marry eventually. You will have to father children. You will need an heir. For succession to the throne."

"And then you sell me to the North???" you were horrified.

"Don't be silly. I'm not selling you to the North. Lord Cregan would move here"

You just snorted.

"Lord Cregan isn't bad looking after all. You could do worse. And from the looks of it, you did get on well," she took your hand gently in hers.

"Mother. I'm not going to marry him," was the only thing you said in reply.

She looked into the celebrating crowd, your hand still in hers, "The betrothal is as good as decided. You should spend some time with him tonight. Get to know him a little."

You looked at her, aghast. But then a couple of lords joined you at the table to talk to your mother.

You left the hall in a huff.

Aemond hadn't taken his eyes off you the whole time and had sensed immediately that something was wrong. He got up from the table and followed you.

He called after you in the corridor, but you did not stop. When you were in your chambers, you leaned against the door from inside. Aemond stood on the other side of the door and knocked.

"Y/n... Please let me in. Talk to me…", he almost begs you.

You exhaled heavily and wiped away a tear that left your eye.

Slowly you opened the door.

He came in immediately and closed the door behind him. Seeing that tears were in your eyes, all he wanted to do was hold you, but he pulled himself together.

Instead he whispered to you, "What happened?"

"My mother... She wants to betroth me to Cregan Stark... She wants me to produce heirs..." you whispered.

Aemond stiffened. After a moment's silence, he spoke softly on, "...You shall go to the north...?"

You shook your head slightly, "No... he would come here"

He just nodded. But his chest ached. He knew this day would come, but still he had not expected it.

When all of a sudden you stepped towards him, "I don't want to marry him Aemond... I don't want to!"

You looked at the floor and wiped your eyes with the back of your hand. It broke his heart to see you like that. But he also knew the importance of doing his duty.

"I know... But you will have no choice," he whispers.

How he hated himself for that sentence.

When all of a sudden you looked up, "Yes... I will."

You stood on your tiptoes and hesitantly, yet determinedly, let your lips slide onto his. Your hands rested on his firm chest.

He did not expect that. At first he had not returned the kiss, but finally he could not help himself. His arms wrapped around your body and he pressed you against him.

"Aemond... claim me... Make me yours..." you whispered when you briefly interrupted the kiss.

He looked irritated, "Y/n... what?"

You took his face in your hands, "I want you Aemond. Not a lord from the north…"

Aemond couldn't believe his ears. He hesitated for a moment but let his lips slide back to yours.

That night he claimed you, and there have been many more times since.

You are still in the library. Aemond has pulled you to him on the sofa, he caresses your back gently.

"I should take you to your chambers," he whispers in your ear.

You gently stroke his chest and nod, "Will you stay with me tonight?"

He smiles, "If my princess commands me to."

You kiss him and murmur against his lips, "She does... she hasn't had enough of you yet"

He chuckles briefly.

Slowly he stands up and pulls you with him. You go to your chambers.

Once in your chambers, Aemond closes the door behind you after making sure no one is in the corridor. You are already walking towards your bed. Slowly you open your dress and let it slide to your feet. You step out of the dress and sit down on the bed. You sit with your knees bent and lean back a little, supporting yourself on your arms. You watch as Aemond walks towards you, slowly opening his waistcoat. You smile at him. A smile also curls his lips as he takes off his waistcoat. Arriving at the bed, he pulls you to the edge of the bed by the underside of your knees. You can't help but chuckle. He stands between your legs as he leans down to you, his hand resting on your cheek and he kisses you passionately. More kisses follow as he guides you onto your back. He hovers above you and you pull your leg over his hip. He still has his trousers on and the feel of the firm fabric on your bare skin makes you shiver. He presses his already great arousal against your wet folds. Your hands slide down his defined abdomen and you try to undo his trousers, but his fingers, which have now reached your wet folds, distract you. You gasp as his middle finger slides through your wetness.

"Fuck," he groans, "you're so wet... how did I get so lucky?" You just whimper as his fingers continue to rub into your arousal.

Finally, you manage to open the trousers and do not hesitate to reach in. You embrace his full length and he hisses at the touch. You let your hand slide up and down, he moves his hips to accommodate your movements. You pull his trousers down further, he helps you. Your naked skin lies on top of each other. His cock is coated with your moisture. Slowly he lets it slide through your folds, you whimper again.

"Mmhmm... you are really impatient today," he whispers to you.

"If you would do your duty better, I wouldn't be."

He just chuckles.

With one thrust he is inside you all at once. You gasp, his length filling you completely again.

He thrusts forward into you and your moans sound in unison. But you need more.

"Aemond... I... I..."

"Tell me what you need," he gasps.

"... Need you deeper... Closer!"

He doesn't hesitate long and moves your ankle over his shoulder, stretching you out and deepening the angle even more. You moan loudly and are joined by his deep grunts. You can't bring yourself to suppress your moan. The pleasure you feel is too great right now. You reach for his arms. Aemond thrusts into you with full intensity, you are almost sure that he will split you in two. The obscene sounds of your bodies fill your chambers. You are completely dazed and cannot think clearly as you grab his neck and pull him down to you. You kiss wildly, his thrusts do not let up. You are panting into each other's mouths.

"Thank you.. for fucking me, Aemond... I need... I need you so badly Aemond...", you murmur against his lips. You feel him grin slightly, "Anything for my princess..."

Aemond increases the speed of his thrusts. His balls keep slapping against your ass, and by now they are soaked with your arousal. The sweat of your bodies mixes. It smells of pure sex.

You feel yourself about to come, "Fuck... Aem...", but by then you are already clenching hard around his cock and taking him over the edge with you. You come together. Aemond is overwhelmed by his sudden climax and can't pull his cock out of you in time. His mind is blank, he just keeps thrusting into you and savoring his climax. You are both breathing heavily as his thrusts subside. Carefully, he takes your leg off his shoulder and drops onto the bed next to you. With great effort, you turn to him and gently kiss his lips. He holds you tightly in his arms.

"I have your seed inside me...," you whisper, still breathing heavily.

He nods slowly, "Apologies... I was overwhelmed," he pants, "I'll get you some moon tea tomorrow at noon."

You just nod slightly. He gently caresses your skin as you lay your head on his chest. Your eyes are closed and you just listen to his meanwhile soft breathing.

As Aemond slowly tries to sit up, you push him back onto the bed, "Stay... Stay tonight..." you whisper.

Aemond feels twinges in his chest area. Pleasant twinges...

He wraps his arms around you tighter, "Anything my princess commands me to do...", he whispers.

The next morning Aemond has persuaded you to go for a walk in the garden. You have done this often since the ball a few weeks ago. You strolled through the garden and kissed each other, hidden behind trees and hedges. You and Aemond have not spoken further of your betrothal to Lord Cregan. You do not know how Aemond feels about it. But it is clear to you how this story will end. You will not marry Lord Cregan. Every time your mother mentions your betrothal in a conversation, you end the conversation. You assure her that you will marry, but your mother is not aware that you want to marry Aemond. And since he has taken your maidenhood, she will have no choice but to agree.  

Suddenly a servant approaches you and automatically you take a step away from Aemond. Your mother wants to speak to you and you are expected in the council chamber.

Together with Aemond you go there.

As you enter the council chamber, you see your mother and Alicent standing there. They are talking to each other but stop immediately as you enter.

"Mother? You sent for me?"

Aemond is standing right next to you.

Your mother smiles at you, "My girl..." she sighs, "The maidens have informed me that you have not bled for a little more than a moon."

Your breath catches and is accompanied by a nausea that overcomes you. You notice how Aemond stiffens beside you.

You are at a loss for words.

"Mother...", you stammer.

She interrupts you, "Have you lost your maidenhood?"

You look startled. From the look on your mother's face, you cannot tell how she will react. You look back and forth between Alicent and your mother. They both look at you questioningly.

Somehow you hope that Aemond will say something, that he will stand by it. There is an oppressive silence in the air.

You swallow hard and watch your hands as you nervously play with your fingers, "I... Mother...," you look up, "…yes."

Her eyes grow wide and Alicent holds her breath, looking like she's about to faint.

As your mother takes a step towards you, "Who took your maidenhood?? What were you thinking?! What about your betrothal?!"

Your throat tightens and aches, your eyes burn, from the tears that well up in your eyes... You don't know what to say. You have not thought this scenario through that far.

When Alicent has regained her composure, she suddenly intervenes, "Aemond! Why didn't you do something?? You were supposed to be watching her!"

Again, this oppressive silence spreads.

Tears come to your eyes again and you look down at your fingers again, but now you hear Aemond.

"Mother... I did.. I did something," he stammers.

Alicent just looks at him with wide eyes questioningly. You hear him breathing heavily.

But now he sounds more confident, "I took her maidenhood, mother. It's my child"

Startled, you look to the side, but Aemond does not return your gaze.

He takes your hand and now looks at your mother, "And I will marry her"

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[l00rem]

Oh naaaaw they really went and gave him double daddy issues 💀💀

But Gibeon looks quite different to Amethio despite only being his grandad… when you compare liko and diana to amethio and gibeon it’s strange considering liko and diana resemble eachother so closely. Gibeon is more pink than purple and his hair is stylised completely differently, the outer pupil bit is shaped more triangular whilst amethio’s is just round. Also, looking even closer at gibeons eyes he has a white shine to it whilst amethio’s don’t, so has amethio actually had those depressed empty anime eyes the entire time but due to his white pupils we couldn’t tell until now? Maybe i’m just overthinking things 

It’s really interesting to me how differently amethio addresses his respective familial connections. He seems to really respect Gibeon, calling him ojji-sama, meanwhile he calls his dad chichi which is generally more neutral. He seems to be trying to distance himself from who is father was too which reeks of sooo much indoctrination someone please save his poor soul. I can see quite of few explanations for his lack of connection with his father; his father potentially learned of some dark truth and left but couldn’t take amethio for some reason, his father is dead but gibeon covered it up, or amethio never actually knew his father but was told about how he abandoned explorers once he joined. I wonder if Amethio tells himself that his feelings of bitterness towards his father are because he betrayed explorers, when in reality it’s because he’s the one who feels betrayed. 

Clearly there’s some reason amethio seems to have such strong loyalty towards Gibeon. They obviously don’t have a traditional bond, with Gibeon even remarking that it’s been awhile since they met like this which perhaps implies it’s been over a year since they met face to face, and yet amethio regards him so highly. And surprise surprise, the only time he cares to see his grandson face to face is when he’s asking him to continue serving his wishes, really selling himself as grandad of the year here.

This line particularly intrigues me and supports a hc i’ve been holding for awhile which is that amethio and gibeons blood line are descended from royalty of sorts. Perhaps then he intended to make rakua his kingdom, but that would mean destroying it in order to control it which lead to his subsequent falling out with Lucius. 

The way he phrases this is also really interesting to me- because it subverts the usual expected ‘heir to the throne’ and instead Gibeon just says heir of his blood. Which makes sense given that Gibeon seems to be intending to live forever, so he wants to keep playing as king for all eternity. So amethio is just a means to an end, someone to do all the hard work for achieving gibeons dreams and yet reviving little from it himself. 

I doubt this’ll happen but i’m gonna say it just to put it on the record- I wonder if we could potentially see this gibeon/amethio ancestor on the throne in the upcoming legends Z game? Considering Gibeon’s partner being a Zygarde and Kalos’s themes of royalty, potentially we could see the ruler that Gibeon is trying to emulate. Apart from new pokemon forms i don’t think the games have ever taken something from the anime before, but i think it’d make an interesting twist if they went that direction!

It’s pretty upsetting to see how heavily manipulated and indoctrinated Amethio is into explorers. I don’t have any doubts for his eventual redemption arc despite his yearning for power, but seeing how strong of a chokehold gibeon has on him it does make me wonder what’ll actually trigger it.  A lot of people compare amethio to zuko, but for zuko he could see physical evidence of how horrible the fire nation was through going around the world and having uncle iroh to guide him whereas amethio doesn’t really have either of those (zir and conia support him, but they’re not really angels on his shoulder). Either he’ll discover a darker secret somehow and turn against them (potentially the same as his father) or maybe through his development with the rvts he’ll grow to realise how horrible explorers has treated him? (something about chosen family vs biological family). Regardless of how it happens, I just hope Amethio can be happy by the end of all of this. Maybe if we’re lucky we’ll actually see him smile in a year or so. 

[littlemissthunderstorms]

paperwork

tbhc au

soft dom alex x reader

as a ceo of tbhc, work can get stressful. sometimes you just need a distraction! (hint hint being eaten out from under your desk)

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“5 new engines for the ships. i need them on monday….. what?” you spoke into the receiver. “fine. tuesday. no later than that.” you rolled your eyes, mumbling your routine “goodbyes” and “thank you’s” before you slammed the phone down.

you sighed, leaning your head back in your chair as you gazed out of the floor to ceiling windows that adorned your office. an overwhelming pile of paperwork for new various technological advances crowded your desk, you needed a break. stars shimmered in the void that stretched on and on, sometimes giving you the chills. most times the galactic scene outside of your windows would cure your mind fog, leaving you to admire the vast darkness decorated by swirls and stars.

your thoughtful little daze ended abruptly when the phone on your desk rang out. “tranquility base hotel and casino, how may i help you?”

“yeah this is alex. i have a complaint. why the fuck is there so much paperwork for these goddamn rocket ships?”

you scoffed, kicking your feet up onto the desk. “i don’t know, but i’m exhausted. i think my hair might fall out from all the stress.” you ran your fingers through your hair, head slumping back in your chair again.

alex chuckled from the other line, his laugh forming a soft smile across your lips. “hey, um can i come by your office real quick?” you could practically hear his smirk through the receiver. “sure….we’ve got work do to though so make whatever you’re doing quick.”

without a response, he hung up on you. you put the phone down and resumed filling out the sheets of paper that piled up on your desk.

a few moments later alex gave a quick knock to the door and slid in, closing it behind him. he looked as sleek as ever, navy suit adorning his figure, widows peak prominent with his slicked back hair. his heeled boots clacked on the floor as he made his way over to you.

you looked up, smiling at him with twinkly eyes. the boy planted both hands on the desk and leaned over, kissing you sweetly. you sighed into the kiss, making alex grin like a fool. being the ceo’s of tranquility base, you two had been crammed in your offices for the past week. the only times you were able to see eachother was in your shared suit at night. even then you guys were absolutely exhausted, falling asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

the boy made his way over to your side of the desk, spinning your chair around so it faced him. he then knelt down in front of you, face to face due to the low level of your chair. he cupped your face with both hands, kissing you so deeply you had to hold his shoulders for support. the kiss was soon wet and messy, his tongue slid into your desperate mouth, spilling soft moans out of you.

he pulled away slightly, panting as he rested his forehead against yours. “is that what you came for? a couple of kisses?” you smirked. alex leant back, looking you in the eyes. “well that’s part of it.” a mischievous glint flickered across his dark gaze. “i was brainstorming earlier, i know something that might help relieve our stress.”

you tilted your head, quickly catching on after a few moments. “alex….” he looked at you pleadingly, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “stress lowers your life span, seriously, it’s not healthy.” you rolled your eyes, hitting his chest playfully. “what if someone walks in?” “i’ll lock the door.” he replied. “what if someone hears?” you bit your lip. “they can’t do anything about it, we own this place.” he twirled a loose strand of your hair around his finger, bringing his hand up to squish your cheeks.

you blushed ferociously. “fine.” you chuckled, starting to get up out of your chair when alex pushed you back down. you looked up at him, confused. “stay right there love.” he pushed your chair back in so your arms rested on the desk and made his way over to the door, locking it and making his way to the side of the desk opposite from you.

“what are you doing?” you questioned. the boy flashed you a smirk and muttered a sweet “just relax” before he knelt down, crawling under the desk. you soon felt his hands smoothing up your thighs, moving to unbutton your dress pants. once he removed your pants completely, he leaned in, nudging your clothed core with his nose, smirking at the already prominent wet patch of arousal. you gasped, grabbing ahold of the armrests of your chair.

he rested his hands on your thighs, pressing open mouthed, wet kisses to the part of your underwear that was soaked through. you moaned softly, helping him as he slid your panties off. once they were discarded, alex pressed languid kisses to the insides of your thighs, occasionally leaving a little bite and soothing it with his tongue.

he groaned, watching as arousal soaked your throbbing clit. you slid your chair back slightly, positioning yourself in a way where you were able to see him. “fuck alex…. don’t tease me.” you whispered, panting softly. the boy looked up at you with glittery eyes that seemed to reflect the pools of stars that shimmered outside, planting a kiss to the top of your thigh as he admired how gorgeous you looked with your cheeks all flushed for him.

“shh shh pretty girl, how bout’ you keep filling out that paperwork yeah? s’ not gonna do itself.” he cooed, rubbing his hand up and down your calf. you gulped and nodded as you picked up your pen, trying to focus as best as you could on the papers.

your handwriting stuttered when alex blew on your clit, eliciting a soft whimper from your lips. alex loved teasing you, the little moans that would escape from your lips when he’d run his tip along your folds. or the way you’d wriggle your hips while he kitten licked at your pussy, craving more. but now, he couldn’t hold back. he was practically drooling, needing to taste you.

alex licked a stripe up your clit, causing you to gasp and bite your lip, putting a death grip on the pen. he continued to eat you out, his nose coated in arousal as he darted his tongue in and out of your dripping hole. you moaned quite loudly at the action, moving to wrap your leg over his back, his face nuzzling deeper into your pussy.

you flipped over to the next paper, trying your best to fill it out and be good for him, doing what he said. alex suckled your clit into his mouth, his pace getting faster as his warm wet mouth glided over your heat. you moaned again, gripping the desk with one hand.

putting the pen down, your eyes squeezed shut, your whimpers only escalating. alex noticed this and stopped his movements. “keep filling out that paperwork, cmon, be a good girl.” you nodded and went to pick up the pen again, trying your best to remember addresses and names in your clouded state of ecstasy.

alex wasn’t making it any easier. the man was ruthless, slobbering all over your pussy as he devoured you. you bit your lip, trying to focus when two long fingers slowly started to pump inside you, his tongue on your clit not ceasing one bit. you yelped, quickly covering your mouth with your hand, trying to sign the bottom of a contract with the other.

your eyes squeezed shut again as his fingers curled inside of you at a speedy pace, your mouth parted in a half moan. the squelching noises coming from under the desk were pornographic, making you impossibly wetter.

already, you could feel the pleasure building up in your lower stomach. opening your eyes a bit, you realized you’d drooled on some of the paper, smudging some of the ink. you couldn’t care less. you threw your head back as alex’s mouth moved against a particular spot that only brought you closer to fireworks, his fingers hitting your g-spot over and over again.

“oh fuck alex, right there.” you practically screamed, tears dropping down your flushed cheeks. alex moaned, sending vibrations into your clit as he licked and sucked faster, his thick fingers stroking your walls so deliciously. “fuck fuck fuck fuck.” you whispered, bucking your hips into his face as your orgasm ripped through you.

you screamed alex’s name, nails digging into the wooden desk as your heel dug into the boys back. you whimpered and gasped, sobbing alex’s name as your legs shook. the man knew how to give a women a killer orgasm, that was for sure. alex licked up every drop as you came, he didn’t stop until your hips flinched away from his face, wincing at the sensitivity.

alex crawled out from under the desk, his nose and cheeks rosy and damp from your arousal. he stood up, picking you up from your chair and sitting in it instead, placing you on his lap. he kissed your tears, soothingly carding through your hair with his soft hands.

“shh shh, that’s a girl…” he pressed a tender kiss to your lips. “you did so good.. my perfect girl.” your stomach fluttered at his words, mind starting to de-fog from your insane high.

alex sat you up so you were straddling him, feeling his erection against your bare clit.

“think you can take one more for me honey?”

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hope you enjoyedd!! might make a part two sometime

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[thesillestluxeandcastiel]

Star-Sweet

request: oh my goodness, I've had this idea locked in my noggin for like, forever but I haven't had enough confidence to actually request it, can you write a Jax x Reader where they go out and look at the stars? Obviously, they aren't real stars, but maybe Jax had asked Caine for a favor or something.. I don't know, just WRITE I'M NOT GOOD WITH IDEAS PLEASE

Warnings: uhh cute dates and Jax being jax??

A/n: I'm so glad you could build up confidence to request to me! Don't be shy, I don't bite unless im asked to! (/j) in all seriousness though, the worst that'll happen is I classify it as heavy NSFW or I just... Don't do it for other reasons. Feel absolutely free to request almost anything!

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"Jax, I swear to God if I end up breaking my nose or something because of you." You glared through the blindfold, obviously he couldn't see that but he could get an idea. He chuckled, "Wellllll, now that you mention it.." He playfully pushed you forward, almost making you trip on a rock. You gasped and smacked the air, attempting to hit him, which obviously was not working as you were just flailing your arms around. This made Jax actually laugh, and you pouted. "Are we almost there?!" You yelled out at him. He shrugged. You sighed, but then smiled. 'This is gonna be fun.' You thought sarcastically.

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"Taaa daaa!" He smiled, taking the blindfold off and sitting down on the grass, tapping the spot next to him with a cheesy grin on his face. You smiled adoringly, the stars were so pretty. You gasped and sat down next to him slowly, just staring. (At the stars, not him..) "Jax, how did you.." You started, before he cut you off. "I may or may not have pulled a favor with Caine to get allowed outside tonight, but totally worth it." He smiled, looking at you. You grinned. "They're so pretty Jax, I don't even-" "not as pretty as you!" "Oh my god, do NOT use that cheesy [BLEEP]s line on me right now." You groaned, holding up a hand to his face and playfully pushing it back. He smiled a big ol grin, and booped your nose.

You stared at him for a hot minute with a 'seriously?' Look before jumping up and bopping his 'nose' full force. He gasped, and then glared at you.

"Oh it is ON, come here-" he yelled, chasing after you whilst laughing.

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You both laughed as you toppled over onto each other in the grass, rolling down the hill fast but softly too. You grabbed Jax's shoulder for support, as you buried your face into his shoulder to suppress your laughter. This only made himself laugh harder though, causing you to still laugh as well.

Slowly, you two came to a stop on the hill, tangled in eachother's arms. You smiled up at him as you blinked, it was getting increasingly harder to keep your eyes open. You sighed, closing your eyes fully and snuggling into the giant teddy bear that was Jax. He froze for a minute, untill wrapping his arms around your waist as you drifted off. He smiled, (if you have bangs, read this part, if not, don't, ignore it) brushing your bangs onto the side of your head, he placed a tiny peck onto your forehead, watching the rise and fall of your chest.

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Jax walked back into the tent with your sleeping form, he peaked over the walls with his head, making sure nobody was around. After he was sure, he walked into the main room still holding onto you. Caine appeared next to him suddenly, seemingly about to say something, but Jax put one finger to his mouth - or rather teeth. Caine got the hint, and nodded. He then looked between you and Jax. Jax rolled his eyes and nodded. Caine held up his fist, and Jax (against his will) hit his larger fist onto Caine's smaller one. And Caine was gone.

'Alrighty, now to get Sleeping Beauty off their Star-Sweet high and into bed.' He thought, walking faster towards the resting Corridors.(?)

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PJEWWW, MY FINGERS HURT. *sobs*

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Today while working I had a horror podcast on in the background (as one does) and I heard a story called Pen Pals and now I'm full of ideas for Nightmare's and Killer's dynamic post Killer escaping with Color.

First of all, the idea of Nightmare sending hundreds of blurry polaroids to Killer without ever attaching a message to them is fascinating. Especially once Killer puts them all together and figures out that he's in all of them (never as the only subject of the picture, but he's always there hidden somewhere).

I think it would be especially interesting because of Color's passion for photography. Like, this could definitely sour that quite a bit, and I can't help but think that that's exactly why Nightmare chose this medium.

Anyway, I think we need Nightmare to be just straight-up a horror story villain more often. I need that man to be scary, because in canon he's just kinda pathetic most of the time

We need more villianmare fr. My guy is literally a kidnapper and a labor trafficker and even possibly like a cult leader. He’s prime horror story villain material.

But ngl the idea that Nightmare would spend so much time stalking and fucking with Killer, probably learning how to use various cameras and lens and everything just to get at both Killer and Color is hilarious and also sad and pathetic and also creepy as fuck. That old man needs to get a life 🙏. (I can’t blame him though. If I fumbled killer that hard id be crashing out too.)

Imagine if it becomes like a whole thing where Color and other photographers work with police to identify types of lens, cameras, prototypes and where these things would’ve been found or bought to track down this mystery stalker.

Would Killer and anyone close to him have to be put on security watch or like, witness protection or something? And not only to protect him, but to protect everyone else but restricting any chance of nightmare and killer interacting or gaining access to eachother.

If they manage to piece together that it’s nightmare doing all this actually, would they even tell the omega equivalent of the police.

if nm got in he’d be a threat to everyone there and especially if he gets to killer, everyone would be in danger, but if they make it obvious they’re on to nm he’d either immediately attack when they don’t expect it or will adjust his tactics to not get caught.

if nm managed to get in without core’s knowledge they’d need evidence, and they’d have to figure out how nm got in.

(A traitor? A mistake in defense? Made a deal with a powerful ally? A spy or implant, regardless of if they’re aware of it or not? *stares at killer and cross*)

And if they went to police and the news got out, it’d cause a panic. people would be questioning core, any form of authority or council in the omega timeline. they’d be pointing fingers at who could’ve let nightmare in—killer, cross, dust and/or horror if they’re there too. they’d target color and the epic sanses for supporting “nightmare’s dog(s)” and convincing core to let them in. Possibly dream and swap as well.

It’d be a nice horror investigation drama. Can be in multiple escalating acts.

{ @stellocchia }

[credince--writes]

Can we talk more about Captain Daddy? All thanks to @glossysoap and @sprout-fics pls and thx for unearthing these brainworms I can't get out of my head.

And i have very distinct vision for the double teaming taking place here. (and no, i know it isn't realistic, but that's half the fun haha)

Yk what under the cut

I can see them both on some form of leave lingering in Mactavish's shop, shooting the shit while looking at some kind of project they've been 'working on' for the last 5+ years (It's A) related to a vintage vehicle, or B) related to some kind of drift boat to go fishing out of and they much prefer simply sitting by the bank to fish). A long standing agreement between the two neither seemed to break off with the introduction of you into their lives.

Some minor transgression or outright game to get the blood flowing (I fully believe every Easter someones hunting the Easter Bunny- running around stark naked in a bunny costume- accept it isn't a costume. It's just ears, paws, and a bunny-tailed buttplug. And let's just say neither of the men could get the paws to fit on their hands.) A snarky little remark of this prefabricated game, the lines you know you can toe and that you know how to push Mactavish's buttons like nobodies business.

It's one of those snarky comments about maybe if you weren't too busy sucking eachother's dicks out there you'd have heard me come home, love. That has you in the situation you're in now.

Bent over one of the barstools tucked into your kitchen's little island, groceries forgotten and set down in their plastic bags on the countertop. Tummy down against the vinyl upholstery, you can help but feel the wood dig into your hips from the chair beneath you. the length of your legs make it so your feet can barely touch the ground. Even so Mactavish has your legs kicked out so far and a hand gripped in your hair that the only support you can muster for your upper body is sliding your arms down the wooden legs closest to you and just holding on.

Anything on your lower half already pulled down and discarded- all Mactavish has to do to confine you to this space is simply keep his left arm extended with the grip in your hair. Hips trapped between the seat and the tension forcing your back to curl down and around. The four legs of the chair holding you steady, regardless of the occasional creak if he leans his bodyweight into it. (this isn't the first time) The height of the chair also makes it the perfect angle to prop your ass up at a casual swatting level. Bare heat on display, he'll smack it until he's decided you've learnt your lesson (you haven't) or the wetness accumulates enough to glisten, smearing around your thighs with his "punishment".

It's not until the static of your headspace is interrupted by a second, large hand smoothing up your spine. Recognizing that docile headspace you've been reduced down too- boiled down fruit into a syrup, ready to spread across his dessert. Does he lazily pull his cock out, not bothering to drop his pants- bringing that warm hand down to your throat- up under your chin where his thumb and middle finger wrap fully around your face coaxing your mouth open, and feed it into the back of your throat.

He dosen't always move right off the bat- sometimes he'll wait until Mactavish slides a finger or three into that sopping mess and use the momentum of the fingers inside of you to fuck you against the chair and into the hulking mass of flesh before you- and down your throat.

Mactavish will chastise you, the bad cop of the bunch questioning why they should even entertain making you feel good when you're only a brat. Not until your whining and begging- with the Price seated fully down your throat, he likes the feeling of you struggling to speak- does Price start to combat it. Smoothing hands over your cheeks and hushing the whines coming out of your stuffed mouth. There's other things you need to be focusing on other than chatting, love.

The mouth-stuffed garble of 'Daddy' when Mactavish seats himself fully from behind, grabbing hold of the seat of the poor little bar stool before putting it's wooden frame to work.

Price simply leans against the countertop and inspects the stonefruit you'd selected when shopping- he forgot peaches were in season, he'd have to ask you how to make him that delicious cobbler you'd made last time he was over for dinner- when you were able to speak again. It wouldn't be any time soon.

[klunsgod]

Character analyzing Prince Bully because I want to do that

With their species introduced in Super Maro 64, and its remake Super Mario 64 DS, the Bullies have instantly established themselves to have a daredevil type of culture. Their way of winning by pushing their opponents off their arenas and into a fiery end is like a very fatal form of sumo wrestling.

With only feet to walk with, their horns held high, and a permanent frown, they’re a very headstrong species with a size that’s just the right amount of cute when fighting alone, but become very bothersome pests when they gang up. You know, like actual bullies.

It would only make sense that the potential royalty of this kind of culture would be just like them, only more sophisticated.

The Bullies reappeared years later in Super Mario 3D World, sporting a redesign I’ve got thoughts on unrelated to this post. Nonetheless, their tough helmets, frowns, and horns rearing forward still speaks to their way of charging straight at their foes to push them off.

Along with the reappearance of the Bullies, we also have Prince Bully, the royalty commanding the Bullies allied with Bowser. Different than the blue-shelled Bullies, Prince Bully’s got a shinier silver helmet and a plume embedded on it. Plumes are usually placed on helmets for identification of rank or to intimidate the opponent, so it would make sense that a prince of those species would wear a plume for both reasons.

When fighting Prince Bully, he actually starts off with a warcry before attacking. This is not someone that just charges randomly; he actually has an honor reason prior to engaging with their enemy. Of course the player can always interrupt Prince Bully before he can finish his ritual; take any chance you can get, but please keep what he’s doing in mind if you want to exploit or respect him.

In the player’s rematch with Prince Bully, he’s retrofitted his shoes and plume to be blue now to accommodate his new strategy of shooting three blue flames from his mouth. He dresses for the occasion, he adapts, but he still performs his warcry since that’s still important for him to do regardless if he has to change his strategies or not. This is very much indicative of him being too tied to his culture, regardless if it gives his enemy the advantage or not. Quite respectful of him

But it’s a flaw of him regardless. And judging by his pretty young voice in his warcry, you could also give off the image that he’s inexperienced or too naive to assume that all of his enemies would give him the chance to finish. That’s another side of that interpretation.

You can only guess if his parents are more ruthless in fighting or if they raised Prince Bully with this honor in mind.

Motive

Some of the royalty allied with Bowser sometimes have their reasons for joining Bowser.

King Bob-omb was fighting his own war against the Bob-omb Buddies, the reason for this war can be layered on with a lot of theory sauce. Being allied with Bowser gave the king a Power Star which gave him quite the advantage in power

The Whomp King felt vengeful towards every stone out there. Stones were stepped on, to create homes, and they were never thanked for it. He believed allying himself with Bowser would help with his retribution towards anyone who would misuse stone.

And hell, the King and Queen Hisstocrat love eachother (look at how they react when one of them is hurt) and you’ve only seen other Hisstocrats in context of serving the royalty dinner plates. It’s easy to theorize they were convinced to join Bowser for more food.

Looking at Prince Bully’s character, and all the other Bullies under him, they would definitely join to support the biggest bully of all: Bowser. Taking over territories, pushing people around. Prince Bully would definitely respect someone who so perfectly represents their culture on such a grand scale.

Conclusion

i don't even like Prince Bully all that much, but i wanted to note how you can character analyze a nonverbal character purely based on their animations and appearance. i like doing that in the spaces i frequent but haha they're currently talking about how Bones inside a Body aren't Bones

i also once made a "Classic Prince Bully" design. i wanted to exaggerate his headstrong attitude by further extending his plume.

it would be pretty funny to make Prince Bully a fan-favorite by developing him in further games with the personality traits he's got right now. an angry young boy too tied in tradition. imagine the amount of perspectives that a Mario story tied around tradition would bring. there's a lot of royalty in that universe, after all...