#and ok ok beauty is in the eye of the beholder or whatever but like . 2yrs ago . i had like . 8 beings wanting me sooo bad

[angeltism]

I'm literally so attractive the fact that nobeing irl has asked me out just goes to show how poor their tastes are appearance-wise

[sweetlittlefawntears]

☆ the woods

e. williams x fem! reader

cw: smut duh, not proofread, established relationship, hunter/hunted kink, blood play (kinda idk) mild weapon kink (knife), sex outside, degradation, intentional lowercase, fingering and strap on sex (r receiving), dom ellie and sub reader (IM SORRY OK I LIKE DOM ELLIE SUE ME)

au: okay ill post again bro i actually feel bad but im back from the dead I'm literally sobbing banging my head on the keyboard having to write this but I'm not dead ok guys.

you had hopped up from the comfy yet old sofa you and ellie were sitting on after a slight argument, saying you wanted to "take a walk." ellie protested, but you both knew the best thing after a disagreement like this was for one of you to get some fresh air. it was a crisp cool autumn night, the wind bustling along with the leaves of the trees down the path by you and ellies sweet little home. It was pleasant. The woods behind your house served as a beautiful painting, a work of art for you to look at.

as you walked past some of the trees, you ended up at a wooden fence, finally deciding to stop there to look out over the watery colors of the setting sun, when a slender hand came up behind you and gently touched the side of your shoulder.

the touch startled you, but you turned around quickly to see the familiar hardened face of your girlfriend, ellie williams. her eyes looked tired, but relieved to see you. "you're jumpy." she commented.

"sorry..." you trail off quietly, not wanting to fight anymore with her. "hey, hey. don't be like that." ellie said, grabbing your face almost forcefully. she looked at you with those piercing eyes, the ones that made you feel like she could see your entire past and future with just one glance. you immediately cave in, wanting her to just have you right there and then. it was hard to stay mad at her.

without missing a single moment, without even hesitating, you kissed her. soft and sloppy, exactly the way you knew she'd like, breathy sounds escaping into her mouth, the cold of the fall air and the sound of leaves rustling from the forest behind you had disappeared, and all you could hear was the sound of your own heart beating in your chest and the sound of ellies lips, now chapped from the cold pressed against yours.

you whimpered, suddenly needy and eager for her, but just as you started to want more, she pulled away, a dark look in her eyes. shit. "you think you can get off that easy?" she said, looking at you and grasping the front of the woven blue sweater she had given you. you stayed silent, knowing exactly what was coming, what she had planned for you. "you know, i don't think you deserve to move on from being such a little fucking brat earlier." she said, looking down at you.

and that's why, after all of the soft moments you had shared just a few minutes ago seemed to turn into years ago, you were running from her, into the cold woods, the light peering out from the canopy of the tree tops, the pale moonlight being the only thing you could see along with the crushing of leaves and small pebbles beneath your feet.

you knew you couldn't run from her forever. she enjoyed the thrill of chasing you, it was like a reward, you were her little mouse, so pure trying to run away from her, desperate to get away from whatever she wanted to do when she eventually got you. just as you thought you could not run another inch you stumbled, tripping over yourself onto the ground on all fours, your knees scraped through your jeans, bloody hands and all. what a sight for ellie to behold.

ellie came up behind you. you could feel her presence. "gotcha..." she whispered before grabbing you and pulling you up, a whimpering mess for her. it was pathetic and you knew it. the worst part? you liked it. you genuinely liked it. you mentally hit yourself in the head for getting off on being chased and caught by her, your own girlfriend. it was certainly a sick fantasy, but you loved it. you loved her having you like this.

you still squirmed, your back to her front, unable to fend for yourself at last, pitifully trying to get away, though you really didn't want to. "stop." ellie said, holding you closer to her. as you softly whimpered for her to release you, though you knew it was all for nothing.

"shut the fuck up." ellie said, grabbing her switchblade from her pocket, holding it up to where your jeans had torn earlier, slowly deepening the cut along the seams, whilst slowly dragging the blade ever so softly over your skin. you winced, the blade sharp across your smooth skin. it wasn't deep enough to truly even cause a scar, but the cut still stung as it was freshly opened up to the chill air surrounding you.

"you ready to give up?" ellie said, still holding you close to your body, your legs pushing away from her, but her grip didn't loosen. eventually, you half gave up and allowed her to slip her hand down your soft stomach into your jeans. truly, you wanted this, you didn't want to be bratty, but there was no way you'd let her get her way with you that easy. you were better than that.

but you weren't good enough to withstand the growing arousal pooling in your stomach, the way her slender fingers slid along your slit, the way she whispered in your ear; "s'fucking perverted bun, your cunt is fucking dripping." the pads of her fingers rubbing circles around your clit, harshly, almost needily, but you knew better than to think she truly meant this to be loving. no, she wanted you to be a ruined, drooling, sloppy mess when she was finished with you.

"so needy, looks like you're in heat or somethin'." she mocked you, and although you whimpered at her comment, your body was roaring its approval of her words. you wanted to tell her, to tell her she was right, that you were nothing other than her toy, that you needed her to touch you in any and every way possible, but your mind was growing fuzzier with each second.

ellie absolutely adored seeing you like this, lips puffy from biting them, watery doe eyes, face slightly sweating, and soft whimpers and pants coming from those soft delicate little lips of yours.

you whimpered under the delicate drawn out touches to your clit, the rubbing from her fingers making your body and brain go numb, all you could focus was on her.

“mmh, yeah. dont tell me you dont like it, your little cunt is absolutely soaked, bun.” ellie whispered. you shook your head as if to tell her to stop teasing, desperately trying now to get off on her touching you. “no? you dont like it?” she said, almost sneering. “dont fucking lie.”

ellie moved her hand out from underneath those cute lacey panties of yours, out from under your jeans, having you groaning at the feeling of being overly sensitive.

“thought i told you to shut up.” ellie said, and, too quick for you, immediately pushed you down onto the leave-strewn ground, your slightly scraped up hands making contact with the cold dirt of the woodland floor. ellie didn’t waste any time in pulling those jeans off of you.

she dragged her blade along your thigh, allowing the droplets of your blood to fall onto her knife. pulling down those small, soft white panties of yours, clad in nothing but the blue sweater and your ass up in the air, on all fours, like some bitch in heat. what a sight to behold.

cunt dripping slick down your thighs, ellies fingers pounding inside you, pulling your hair, and giving harsh slaps to your asscheck which made you whimper even more from the sweet stinging pain.

her fingers felt like heaven inside you, your poor little hole being fucked over and over again by her. and worse of it all, you really fucking enjoyed it. you felt so pathetic, and even worse when you came onto her fingers, drenching her hand and your thighs with your sticky milky white cum.

”s’all for me, huh?” ellie said as she fucked her fingers into you, helping you ride out your climax. “goddamn, you’re too fucking easy, y’know that?”

eventually, she helps cloth you again, and you walk back, clinging onto your girlfriend like she didnt just have you on all fours, getting off to being chased and caught by her like some stupid naive prey.

as you walked back to your house, entirely fucked out and holding onto ellie, she buried her face in your neck, inhaling your sweet scent, the night air filling with soft “i love yous”.

hi bro i cannot believe i wrote this in like maybe two hours lmfao i kinda am excited to start writing again but it scares me my stuff will freaking flop ANYWAYS hai i hope u enjoy .. :( theres no fics about ellie chasing u so i took it upon myself to make one !! have a good day / night n remember to drink water !! :3

[court-jobi]

Tired Eyes

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Pairing: Todoroki x reader (UAteacher!reader x Pro-Hero Shoto)

Rating: T+ (smol insinuated spice between lovers)

Words: 2k

Warnings: GN!reader, Behold the FLUFF, est. relationship, stress relief, Shoto is a good partner, just comfort hours, yall, tender kissing, *light suggestive pining* Shouto is a petname king

Summary:

An overworked hero and his under-rested lover are both due for a vacation. You are certainly dreaming of such a time where you can get away, and pose the idea one night when the dreams become just a bit too real and appealing to all your senses to ignore.

A/N: Ok, I super love writing Shoto now. Y'all's love of my first fic convinced me... more love for our half-and-half beau awaits~

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Night sky. No clouds in sight. There is only a sky of deepest blue, a sea of deepest green, and sparkling gems of reflected starlight in between. Music rises from the sandy beach band beneath you, but out of sight from the serenity of this island paradise. 

There’s light, despite the lateness of the hour. Streams from the moon above you: so brightly that it casts shadows through those teetering, cascading palms over the entire balcony.

Just slightly too cold, this wind. A perfect midnight breeze, but you’re hardly chilly. There’s a perfect set of arms holding you around the waist– paired by a warm cheek pressed against your right side: his left.

You don’t get views like this living in such a thriving city. Those skylines hold their own beauty, but it’s hardly a candle to this unspoiled beach. Distant rolls of waves crashing at low tide act as the perfect background noise. Your better half is humming the familiar song that’s playing downstairs there by your ear; a relaxed state emanating from him that you rarely see– 

Todoroki slips into your study, on the hunt for where his darling lover could be. Catching you catnapping at your desk, he runs a hand through your hair to test how deeply you sleep.

‘What’s gotten into you, huh? You never dance!’

‘We’re on island time, aren’t we? What’s the saying.. ‘there’s a first time for everything’.’

‘Breaking news: Japan’s number four hero, SHOTO, dancing his life away with the love of his life’- that’ll make headlines! I gotta make a call-’

‘They’ll never believe you…’

‘Where’s my phone- I gotta get proof-OOPHM!’

‘Stop talking. Come dance~’

A cool hand swipes a finger up your neck, another test.

Kisses outline your cheek in a curve, coupled by dreamy, airy hums. Lips that sear with their ‘want’ of you, laden with heat and obsessed with covering you in their wake. Making you weak for someone who proves his strength with utter softness– and his power with gentleness. 

The man atop you -who worships you- has held your hand for years, but your heart for much longer. Friendship turned to something dearer once you both tested the waters together, which led to seeking out new shores in whatever spare time you could afford– time away being a precious treasure. You’re set on committing these kisses to memory, making the most of this respite that resets his busy mind and serious outlook.

He’s making sure you let go of every ounce of worry, now that he’s feeling better. Making you sing his praises without a care for who might hear over the billow and sway of hala trees.

Making you his.

‘M’love… My love….’

‘-My love?”

You stir suddenly and wake like nothing’s happened. That work email draft still sits idle on your browser and as you turn, the discovery that your boyfriend’s returned from the streets of Esuha comes to life as well.

You breeze past your bleary-eyed stare at the man who was just carrying you to bed, distracting you with his mouth, looking fondly up at you unbound by responsibility…- you were sure it was real, just moments ago..

“Oh Sho– sorry about that, I was just um– heh.."

A teasing eye studies your masking. "Long day?"

A curriculum planning session with Aizawa and Cementoss you’d thought was wrapped up yesterday continued in the main office today. Both heroes had flanked your desk with recommendations for your third year students, as well as the intern assignments for the first years. There also lay plenty of midterm e-filing on the administrative end you’ve been putting off, in favor of helping each of the department heads with their assignments so as to not stop their momentum.

Yet where has that left you? Stretched too thinly, as usual. 

Not only has the Principal wagged a cautious tail at you for this level of stacked taskload, but in your carrying it home, you’ve received disapproving looks from your life partner as well.

Luckily, Todoroki appears more docile than normal– likely the result of his own weariness coming into play and softening his reaction to finding you this way yet again.

Long day yesterday. Long day today, and a long day most likely to face you tomorrow. 

"Yeah.. they do tend that way now.”

"You haven't touched your tea, it's cold." He eyes the way the cup beside you doesn’t steam anymore, with a raised brow. All you can do is rub your eyes and stretch for a little added cuteness.

"I like cold tea- just add a little lemon and some ice~" 

While charming, it sadly does little to sway your Pro-Hero. 

"You're working too late again, sweetheart. We talked about this."

"Look, it was my bad forgetting the deadline. I got carried away with other stuff,” you explain your shortcomings, “But I don't want to be more stressed out later; I just… thought I could tackle it now?..."

“You ‘tackle’ too much during the day. Surely something can be left for tomorrow?”

“There is plenty for tomorrow– but there’s still some tonight.”

Without much expression, Todoroki sinks from his authoritative stance. A blur of mussed red and white hair knelt beside you to allegedly listen… only to swivel your chair for you, and hold his hands out to you. 

You reached out, knowing you needed one of his award-winning hugs. Anything to settle the jolt of waking from such a pleasant dream.

…only Todoroki doesn’t offer you such a solace. Instead he pulls you up the rest of the way, and tosses you up over the shoulder and carries you by your pinned thighs. Paying no mind to your exclamations along the way to the bedroom,  you can’t even look back at him from this angle he carries you in .

"Sh-Shoto! C'mon, I can do this! I just need another hour or two - like two-and-a-half, tops."

He set you down on your feet by the bed, though you plop down onto the edge under his intensive -yet loving- stare. Todoroki lightly bridges over you, a hand atop each thigh to keep close to you.

"After… you take a shower, change out of these clothes, and eat something, then we can discuss your work schedule. But I won't let you run yourself into the ground." 

He cupped your face and tenderly ran both hands down your hair and back to cup your entire face. His hands finding their comfortable home on your cheeks, you melt at the soothing touch of Todoroki’s thumbs brushing tender skin that’s graced by your shut lashes- where some semi-dark puffiness lies from interrupted rest. 

"You have tired eyes, love.” your sweetheart whispers to you, “You're not listening to your body. Let's take care of it."

It’s the same argument you’ve coached him through sometimes. Though as a Pro-Hero, he’s taken the hint of self-care that you selectively ignore when it’s turned to you.

You sighed, but opened up to a well-meaning gaze; Shoto really was the most beautiful human you’d ever seen. 

"Okay, honey. You win."

He smiled- wrenching your heart again, “I'll warm up our dinner."

“What do we even have?” you fight for the memory of what’s in the fridge.

“Don’t worry about that,” Todoroki settles you with a kiss on your forehead, “I’ve taken care of all of it.”

You hop in and out of the shower in record time and dress down in a curated set of pajamas, courtesy of Todoroki himself. Prepped and pre-heated in the towel warmer right beside the shower door, the gesture was just one of the many expressions of his love for you. 

He timed his reentry perfectly, changed into lounge clothes as well and armed with a small tray complete with an assortment of some of your favorite poppables you can make a meal out of: crisp veggies, some rice balls, a touch of fruit for sweetness– all expertly topped with a green onion finish. 

It’s a taste of something you’d maybe find on vacation. Even the way Todoroki plates this late-night snack meant to share… you’re spoiled by the presentation, without any special occasion sparking it at all. He makes ordinary Tuesdays feel like more. Sunday evening scaries aren’t something to dread anymore. Small moments in the daily -that hearken to the indulgent moments you work hard for- make the biggest difference in your weekly grind.  

“You’re not off the patrol rotation around Golden Week, are you?” you ask wistfully, armed with a lightly sauced onigiri.

Todoroki stills from putting away some clothes; midthought, in puzzling fashion.

“Actually, I think so,” he gives a soft little smirk that’s more sleepy than pleased. “Iida and I worked out that he wanted some family time off the week after, so I offered to team up our agencies for that month to ensure smooth coverage while we’re both gone. The school is closed too, right?”

It’s perfect timing, you think. How you want to make your dreams a reality…

“We are. Got me thinking…”

Settling your finished tray aside to join you, Todoroki listens in.

“D’you think maybe if I get back in your good graces -not doing so much after-hours work-” you make a few bats of the eye to him, “...maybe we could get away for a bit? Take a little holiday?”

“A trip?” Todoroki asks. 

You hum your request, hoping he’ll be open to it.

It’s hardly a fight; by the way his brows lift in amusement, it’s only obvious he’s never been asked about such a thing before, but loves the idea.

“Where did you have in mind, darling?”

Only the subject of your dreams: a beach hidden from the rest of the world, where cell reception is next to none (you pray) and where good food and good music are all you need to focus on while you spoil each other rotten with a selfish streak of alone time. 

You shouldn’t feel so possessive of him -he’s a Pro-Hero who’s responsible for keeping this corner of the world safe… but you have to say, the idea of taking a break at his side has been seeping into your dreams long before tonight. 

You can’t stay silent on it anymore. 

“Somewhere there’s water.. And at least a six hour time difference. And a comfy bed.. N’ you.”

An amused huff leaves his nose again, transfixed on how soft your face looks at this moment. 

“Big end of the bargain you’d have to hold up,” Todoroki teases, his voice worn by a day on duty and tenderized to sleepy perfection, “I know you can’t always escape it.. Can you promise no more after 9PM? Would that be fair?”

You accept the challenge, “That’s a good window. I could do that.”

Todoroki trails a warmed hand up your arm to ultimately cup your cheek.

“Promise no more lukewarm tea?”

“Is that so bad an offense to you?”

“Nearly unforgivable. Grounds for disowning, if you’re Nana Yaoyorozu.”

You giggle in your delirium, “Well, certainly can’t have that! No more, pinky promise.”

Leaning in, Todoroki seeks out a last condition, 

“Promise I get my kisses in the doorway again?”

“Missed them tonight, huh?” you sigh guiltily.

Todoroki teased your partly open mouth, “Terribly.”

Nudging his nose, you beam at your sweetest reason to get up in the morning, 

“I promise, my prince. Whatever you want. So please, can we?”

Matching the nuzzle and never one to refuse your wants or needs, Torodoki dives back in to kiss you, 

“How can I say ‘no’ to my angel. Of course we can. A little break in paradise might just be what we need~”

You know no one works as hard as he does. Carrying the legacy of Endeavor is a hefty enough charge, forget that he’s set to forge his own path past what the reputation has already afforded him. Shoto has become a household name to many; though yours is where he is most content to come rest his head and heart.

With the dangling treat of a getaway with him on your horizon, you set the intention to finish your work after this aside for the morning, entirely. Shoto has already made his plea to hold you for the rest of the night, and you could never refuse his tender asks. When he treats you like royalty, how could you not in return? 

With your shared kisses and brainstorming of vacation destinations now on the mind, you’re hardly focused on student affairs; you have dreams to fulfill. 

[sirens-sanctuary]

business casual

. miguel o'hara x fem!reader

. TW: NSFW!, oral (female receiving), pubic sex?,

. the promised fic, i have a few more in the works- also not proofread so except a few typos lol

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you were never really around miguel at the spider society, but you had a crush on him as soon as you saw him. how could you not? well- you could see why no one else would because hes your boss... sort of? hes just kinda the guy in charge around here so like technically if you were to do whatever you wanted to him it wouldnt be bad, lol ok.

you often got lost in these conversations with yourself at your corner in the ss (spider society, i cannot bring myself to type it out every time lmao)

miguel never really paid any mind to you, he appreciated your work around the place but there wasn't anything too special about you...he liked that. you were simple, you weren't difficult to figure out, not difficult to talk to, you weren't complex like the other things he needed to deal with. he liked that. however— he didn't like how you distanced yourself from him, just as you were easy to read it was easy to see you keep your time with him limited. can't have that, he hates that. he wants you, wants to hear you speak. he sees you yap with your friends here at the ss, but you would say only a few words with him.

he has a plan.. nothing extravagant, just a simple, not complex plan.

it was almost the end of the day when all the other spiders left and went home, you were still in your corner, daydreaming about miguel- you couldn't help it. your thoughts were fuddled until your multiversal watch started to beep. you held up your wrist and a little hologram of miguel popped up.. you were surprised to say the least..a little flustered too? you didn't know... i don't either.

miguel said he needed your help with something..strange but ok. you got up from your desk and made your way to his office- floaty thingamajig?– whatever the hell that floating shit is what is that?? you don't know what that thing is and it really doesn't matter.. you were thinking of anything to take your mind off of your impending doom, even if it meant arguing with yourself in your head about useless things..

you finally made it there and stepped into the open space and behold— The floating rock of shit and stuff, and there he was his beautiful muscled back facing towards you. you're lucky he was facing away from you because if he was looking at you, you would've pissed yourself. deadbutt.

how do you let him know you're here without sounding weird? this is hard, talking is hard, shouldn't have to be this hard. You should learn sign language.

"you gonna stand there or come up here and help me?"

Goddamn doesn't he sound beautiful. you don't say anything and web yourself up to his platform. because youre a simple person you made a simple mistake and missed your footing when you landed and almost fell back. almost. miguel grabbed your waist and pulled you back up towards him. he did this slowly, drinking you in with his eyes, slowly dragging them across your figure. his grip on you was heavy and tight. when you were standing upright you took him in as well, god hes just so huge and delicious. you never got opportunities like this, ever. you were never around him long enough to just stare at him and admire him. you guys were staring at each other for a while with his arm, still around you radiating a hot warmth.

you were a simple person, you went with the punches and the rolls so when miguel leaned down and brought your lips in for a kiss you went with it.. not like youd oppose to kissing him anyways. the kiss was slow and steady at first but gradually got more and more intense. sooner or later you were on top of the control panel on his platform. you were trying to keep yourself quiet, little squeaks and whimpers came out of you as miguel nipped down your skin.

he grunted as he ripped open your suit to gain access. you let out a loud gasp and said his name out of shock.

"keep saying my name hermosa, i like it when you say it that way" ("beautiful")

you let out a soft moan as he talked to you, his voice was laced in lust his want for you practically dripping off his tongue. he pushed your panties (oo lala) to the side and slid his finger gently down your wet slit. he let out a short huff, his breath fanning on your heat.

"que linda carino" ("so so pretty darling")

his sweet talk might as well been enough to make you cum. he closed the space between him and your mouth, his tongue and lips working wonders on your clit. you tried your best to keep quiet, biting down on your lip to silence yourself. your hand found its way into miguels hair and you pushed his face further into you causing him to moan. it sent shivers up your spine and made you finally moan out. miguels big hands wrapped around your thighs and he pushed them closed, oh miguel likes to be squished... he looked up at you. this man cant get any prettier, he was soaked in your juices and the light from the orange screens beside you glistened oh so nicely against his skin.

you were done being quiet, miguels feasting got more and more intense there was no point in trying to stay quiet. your legs tightened around his head making him moan and grunt more. his tongue and lips working wonders, hitting all the right places. you threw your head back and let out a very vocal moan, pushing miguels head down. he slurped on your juices loudly and sloppily before getting up off his knees and wiping his mouth clean.

he stared down at you with a proud smirk on his face, he enjoyed staring at you twitch with your blissed out face.

"gotta get you cleaned up, now don't we mi novia?" ("my girl")

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. yes i know it's wednesday, i'm sorry lol i was working on this last weekend and then didn't finish it??? idky but i finished this so i hope it's alright, i'm still getting a bit used to writing smut /~\, erm anyways hope you guys liked it and i used google translate again so idk how accurate the spanish is lolll, i also have a few series i wanna start so stay tuned (if you're willing lmao) for those~♡

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[chemical-killjoy]

Healing Kiss part 2

Jack Dawkins x Female Reader

Summary: smut following the first part. Yeah it's mostly just smut

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: very fluffy but VERY smutty

Author's Note: yeah so this has been sitting in my "to edit and publish" folder since April... Sorry!!!! I hope it's OK and still interesting.

It was nighttime and Jack still couldn't get you off his mind. He felt dirty, and hated himself for what happened. How could you open up to him like that and he just took advantage? He lost himself in the moment, he showed too much emotion, and quite probably made you too uncomfortable for words. But then why, when he looked up to see if there was a small chance that you wanted more, were you blushing wildly and biting your lip? Why was your breathing so quick? And the way you said his name was so... So... there weren't the words for it. Nor how soft your skin felt under his touch. How beautiful the sent of your perfume was in such close proximity. How you looked like a goddess, even with bruises.

The thoughts wouldn't leave his mind, and he quickly grew hard at the memories of how close he was to your heat. Lying in bed with only a single candle lit, Jack started to work his crotch, rubbing over his pants at first then pulling his erection out for better access. Soft pants left his lips as he worked himself, eyes fluttering shut. Again, however, Jack was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Jack?” you called.

You were lying in bed and couldn't sleep, ruminating on your encounter Jack. It was turning you on whenever you thought about it, but you couldn't help the creeping doubt. What if it was just in your head? What if things where going to be weird? And the worst thought: what if he ended up being like every other man and just wanting your body? The voices in your head started screaming at you, and while you knew it wasn't a good idea (what if someone saw you sneaking into Jack's bedroom at night? Your reputation as a lady would be destroyed, your family ruined!), you needed to see your best friend, even if he—or your feelings towards each other, whatever they may be—were the problem.

You stood outside Jack's door for a second, trying to work out what to say, before finally just giving up, knocking on the door and calling his name. He was your best friend, you didn't need to be anyone but yourself in front of him.

A flustered sounding yell of “just a second!” graced your ears as you heard Jack rummage and rush about in his room. For the first time all day you smiled, laughing at the ridiculousness. But you stopped laughing when Jack opened the door.

Jack was a sight to behold, blond hair ruffled and hovering over one eye, nightshirt exposing the majority of his chest, with tight pyjama bottoms, and a flush to his cheeks from rushing around. He was leaning against the door frame, and you couldn't help but notice the barely hidden erection in his pants.

“Hi.” Jack said, surprised to see you, and feeling more than a little uncomfortable considering what he had been thinking of when touching himself moments ago was standing right in front of him.

“Uh.” You tried to remind yourself how to speak as your brain short-circuited. Get a grip, you thought. “I couldn't sleep. I was just, um, thinking too much, I guess.”

Jack nodded and ushered you into his room before shutting the door. The room was small, with one bed and one window, a wardrobe, a table, and clutter everywhere. There was a single candle lit on the table, and the room smelt earthy with a hint of leather. Overall it was just overwhelmingly him. Jack pulled out a chair for you and pushed it in—a gentleman, even half dressed in his pyjamas—and sat down opposite you.

“What were you thinking about?” Jack offered, breaking the silence.

“I-” you hesitated for a moment. “I was just thinking about earlier today, actually.”

“Oh?” Jack said in a 'what about it?' tone.

“When you were kissing my bruises. And my arms... and hands. I... I just don't want things to be weird between us and I don't know if I'm misinterpreting things, but it's just making me panic a little cause I really don't want to lose you.” You finished your small ramble, slowing down on the last words, and became very interested in the hangnail on your finger. Jack stopped you, putting a hand over yours.

“You don't need to do that with me,” Jack said, looking at your hands and back to your eyes. “I don't bite.” You smiled.

“I know. I just get scared.”

“I know you do. But I'm not going anywhere, alright? I could never leave you, and I never intend to hurt you. You're everything to me.”

When you looked up, Jack's eyes were honest but shielded, as though he was trying to tell you through his eyes what his lips wouldn't say. You knew the feeling, as you looked back at him with hope.

“I also wanted to say thank you,” you spoke carefully, unsure of yourself but determined to take one step closer. “For the kisses. It did help, I do feel a bit better.” You looked up at him from under long lashes in your best attempt at flirting without giving yourself away.

“I'm more than happy to have helped; and I'd be honoured to help some more anytime, if you'd allow me.” Jack gave a soft half-smile as he spoke.

“I do feel a bit sore actually, now that I think about it.”

“Then let me take that pain.” Jack said tucking your hair behind your ear.

You both rushed forward to kiss each other, but stopped just short of each others lips, hesitant. But Jack's lips softly brushed yours and a wave of electricity coursed through your body. You pulled each other closer over the table, eyes shut and lips lost in discovering the other person's. But the desire between you had been growing over time, and now that it was sparking out of control, a kiss wasn't enough. Wordlessly, the two of you stood up, abandoning your chairs and the table in favour of being chest to chest, your hands in Jack's hair, his cupping the back of your head and around your waist to draw you in closer. It wasn't long until you were both moaning into the kiss. You couldn't ignore Jack's erection any longer, and your body took over to grind against him. Jack bucked his hips against you once, then started to kiss along your jawline and down your neck. He picked you up and sat you on the table and you wrapped your legs around him. You gasped and moaned when Jack bit your neck, and the hand from your waist reached to massage your breasts.

“Jack.” You moaned as he left a trail of kisses down your neck, inching lower to your chest. Jack hummed back in response. His hand came to play with the strap of your nightgown, and he stopped for a second to look up at you, eyes asking. You nodded, and Jack gently pulled the straps down.

“Fuck, you're perfect.” A groan escaped Jack's lips as he took in the sight of you—naked from the waist up, lips swollen and hair tussled from kissing him on his desk. Brushing a hand through your hair, Jack let his hand rest on the base of your head again before kissing you, open mouthed and hot. You pulled Jack in from the waist and sighed at the sensation of the thin fabric of his nightshirt against your hardened buds. Jack's hand that wasn't on your neck gave a gentle squeeze to your breasts, pinching as rubbing your nipple with his thumb. You moaned into the kiss, and grinded against Jack's hips. Jack stopped the kiss as his hand rubbed the top of your thigh, inching under your skirt.

“Stop me, if I go too far, alright?” Jack said, earnestly.

You bit your lip and nodded. But it wasn't enough for Jack.

“Words, sweetheart. I need to be sure.” His hand was ghosting the inside of your upper thigh now, driving you wild, but he refused to go further until you spoke.

“Jack,” you whined. “Touch me.”

Jack's fingers brushed against your naked core, collecting the wetness. You let out a high pitched sigh when his thumb found your clit, and Jack continued kissing you. As he rubbed your clit at an agonising pace, his fingers found your entrance, and slowly, he pushed a finger in. You gasped into the kiss, and it was killing Jack not to just take you then and there. But he wanted you to feel safe. Loved. Adored. He could wait.

“More,” you mumbled against his lips, when suddenly a second finger was thrust into you. Jack started working his fingers faster, and you rocked your hips, holding Jack close in an embrace. When he kissed down your neck, sucking on your sweet spot, you felt the tightness in your core begin to build. You wanted more, you needed more—but you were scared.

“Jack, stop.” You said softly through pants. Even though you asked for it, you whined a little at the empty sensation when he removed his fingers.

“Are you alright, love, did I do something?” Jack asked, concerned eyes meeting yours.

For a moment you forgot why you asked him to stop, too busy having your heart warm at the nicknamed you'd never heard him call you before. How you wished for him to call you 'love' all the time.

“No, no, you didn't do anything wrong, I, uh. I'm just a little scared. I've never actually done any of this before and I...” you trailed off.

Jack waited patiently as you looked anywhere but him. He brought a hand to your cheek, guiding you back to look at him.

“Hey, look at me. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. How can I make you more comfortable? Do you want to stop?”

“No!” you exclaimed, causing Jack to laugh a little as his ego inflated. You rolled your eyes. “No, I'm just a little insecure. Like, what if I make a weird face?” Jack laughed again.

“I promise you, any face you make will be either adorable, or so insanely sexy that I won't be able to contain myself.” He kissed your nose. “And if you're still scared, we could always just cum at the same time.”

You let out a strangled mix of a laugh and a gasp at Jack's crudity. After all, you were still nobility and not used to hearing such things. But when you thought about it, you couldn't think of anything better.

“You know,” you started, slowly, hand trailing down Jack's chest. “I think I like that idea.” You hooked a finger into his pants, pulling him closer, and whispered in his ear. “I really like that idea.”

Jack's lips were once more on yours, and he lifted you up bridal style, carrying you to his bed. You laughed into the kiss until Jack gently bit your lower lip, and a moan replaced the giggle. Jack lay you on the bed and stood up to take his shirt off, before crawling over you. The pair of you groaned at the skin on skin contact, kissing each other as your hands roamed and you hips met. After a moment you reached for Jack's pants, and he took the cue, quickly stripping you both of your last items of clothing.

You bit your lip as your eyes wandered the naked Dodger, as he did the same to you. Your eyes widened at his length. You squirmed under his gaze, squeezing your thighs together for relief.

“God, you're beautiful.” Jack said, climbing back on top of you and kissing you like he had never done so before.

You gasped as Jack's hard on rubbed against your entrance, your hands rubbing his back as you kissed. Jack held you closer as he kissed you before detaching his lips from you and pressing his forehead against yours. For a heartbeat there was silence, as you felt his breath fanning your face. You opened your eyes, and a moment later Jack opened his. Your breath caught seeing how much he cared for you written on his face. He nuzzled your nose with his.

“Y/N,” his voice was low, full of desperate desire, but determined never to hurt you. His eyes flickered shut again. “If you don't want this, tell me now. You can change your mind, and I won't hold it against you.” He opened his pleading eyes. You nuzzled back against him and said softly “I want this, Jack. I want you.”

With that, Jack thrust into you, and you cried out as he groaned at the same time, eyes shut in pleasure. You whined a little in pain, and Jack kissed you softly, holding your hand until you nodded your head. The pain gave way to pleasure as Jack started to move. The friction was delicious and as you wrapped your legs around him for deeper thrusts, he picked up the pace. The bed frame hit the wall as the pair of you rocked, and you raked your nails down Jack's back. He kissed you, still holding both your hands with his. Jack released on hand and slipped it between you, slowly rubbing your clit. You whimpered at his feather-light touch, and Jack moaned loudly as you clenched around him. It wasn't long before you felt the tightness in your stomach again, and you looked at Jack with pleading eyes.

“You're perfect.” he reminded you, before kissing you fiercely, sending you over the edge. Watching you come undone beneath him, feeling you tense around him in ecstasy was enough for Jack to reach his high too, and he grunted and moaned into your neck as he came in you. Squeezing your hand tight, Jack rode the pair of you through your highs, before collapsing on top of you.

“Wow.” Was all you could say. Eloquent, you thought. Jack just laughed.

“I could say the same.” Jack raised the hand he was still holding to his lips, and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. Even in your position, you still blushed.

Jack climbed off you, and held you to his chest. You snuggled in, nervous for whatever could come next, struck by the anxiety of the unknown.

“Y/N, I hope it's not out of bound for me to be saying this, but I have been hopelessly, maddeningly in love with you since the moment I first saw you. I have never been the same since. If you won't have me, I understand, but I feel like you deserve to know that, all things considered.”

You were in shock for a moment before craning your head to look into the eyes you loved so much.

“Jack, I don't know what to say,” you felt him tense under you, bracing himself. “Why didn't you say anything sooner?”

“Because I'm not exactly of your class, Y/N. And while class doesn't mean shit to me, it does to society. And I am still not deserving of you. I didn't want to lose you. Then you got engaged to Mr. Ass-wipe.”

You snorted at the name, and the overwhelming jealousy in his voice.

“Jack, I would have left him for you in a heartbeat. I love you.”

It was Jack's turn to be in shock as he pulled his head back to look at you, brows furrowed.

“You're not joking?”

“Jack, I literally just gave you my virginity and reputation as a lady. No, I am not kidding.” You gave a soft laugh at Jack's adorable smile, as pure as a puppy.

“I don't know what to say now.” Jack said, laughing a little. “I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Jack.” You kissed him once more, and this was different than all the other kisses. It wasn't driven by desire, it wasn't scared. It was slow, and deep. Full of love.

After a while the pair of you fell asleep. You would face the next day as it comes. But for now, all that mattered was you were in each others arms. Loved.

[irlfelixcatton]

TALK ABOUT THE TRANSMASCULINE ALLEGORY!!! i want to hear your thoughts

ok. the long awaited oliver quick transmasculine allegory post.

to be so real it is mainly me doing 2 (two things)

-projecting

-using insanely obvious prompts from the text to pull shit out of my ass

i do think that oliver quick's character COULD. MAYBE. be either headcanon'd as trans (BOOORRRINNGG) or a lot of his actions in act one can be closely tied to very common trans experiences.

my biggest thing on 'common' trans experiences as it relates to saltburn, is meeting a cis man and latching onto him with every fiber of your being, because you can't be friends with him, you need to *be* him. the first thing that really prompted me to look at saltburn from this lense was when farleigh goes "[you're almost passing as] a real human boy!", though it's clearly about oliver wearing a rental suit, it's a phrase that i've heard a million times over and over again, and i think that oliver, within this transmaculine concept of his character, dances CONSTANTLY on this imaginary line of "real boy" to "weirdo freak" that i think a lot of trans people can relate to. (i will touch on 'real boy' again later)

theres also an aspect of this incessant watching and dissecting cis men, what they wear, how they talk, how they fuck. and with all of this watching, there's this part of melding your identity into what you're watching, which we see starkly with oliver. at the beginning, when he's this oxford kid, a freak if you will, but he's more or less himself, version A. once he meets felix, he ditches the glasses, the button up shirts, the uptight manner, and turns into this entirely different version of "himself", version B. version B is the version he's taught himself that society will like much more than version A, so it consumes him entirely. version A wasn't someone that girls would fuck, felix would love, and quite frankly be 'enjoyed' by the rest of the world. version A is pre-transition, and version B is post. (all this to say, in relation to irl transition, neither version A or version B are right, good, or bad, they're whatever you want them to be. beauty is in the eye of the beholder)

THIS PART IS JUST WORD VOMIT AND DOESN'T NECESSARILY PERTAIN TO MY POINT OF TRANSMASCULINE ALLEGORY. SCROLL AT YOUR OWN RISK.

for me, another piece i think about a lot is the “you’re just so real” (venetia) but that’s a bit more of a stretch. the reason i think this relates to the main point, is so many trans people have to work and rework their personality so that their 'transness' is socially palatable, real. the catton's have no general perception of a real person, they surround themselves with fake, upper class socialites who lie and cheat. but even if they met a real person, they wouldn't know it. and they don't lol. so when oliver comes around, who isn't this upper class socialite, the initial thought is that he's this "real" and "grounded" person. however, the only reason that the catton's (general society in this case) find oliver (trans people) so "real" and more or less worth accepting into their family is because he has worked and reworked his identity to be so similar and likeable to felix's.

there's also the conversation on cattonquick being a really good representation of what a mlm cis/trans relationship can feel like so much of the time. but i'll only really expand on this if any1 is interested lol. anyways pls dm me or comment on this i really want to talk more about it more.

[albi-bumblebee]

Sirius’s birthday week

@lilacella made this challenge for Sirius’s birthday week(Late but whatever)

Day 3: Aesthetics Headcanons

Slightly wavy hair that is BLACK as the night sky

Ngl I think he prefers having his hair shorter, like at the longest down to his shoulders, he only has really long hair when his mental health is Failing

Tons of beauty marks because he is a beauty to behold

Lots of body hair

Gr*e*y eyes that hold depths unknown to humanity

Smaller hands

Tans easily

Has scars on his legs from picking his skin as a teenager

Long nails

Usually wears navy blue robes with jewel toned accents

Heeled boots. He is very tall and then he will be taller

Almost always wearing his muggle leather jacket, even over his robes

Owns an astronomical watch, one of the few things he got from his parents he doesn’t hate

Has a few tattoos, one is deer antlers on his collarbone, others are runes

Ok bye 😘

[myewten]

Here's part 2 of fubu! Jake, please enjoy

Sub Jake, Dom reader, Mommy kink, bathroom sex, degrading Jake, idk what else are the tags

Jake was in disarray; all of a sudden the perfect person appeared in front of his eyes all ready for the taking, someone who he'd happily set aside his player tendencies from. And as quick as you appeared in his life, you left just as fast. Days of messaging you on bumble, insta and telegram, all being left at seen, then all just being delivered. He knows you haven't blocked him and yet you choose to ignore his relentless messages.

It was all going so smooth, you guys were seeing each other for casual sex and the moments after when he hung out in your apartment made him think that there was a connection more than sex. Those longing looks, those shared blankets, those intimate touches by your kitchen counter, those stupid moments before you kicked him out.

Did they mean nothing to you?

----

A week passed and Jake started to finally entertain the thought that maybe you weren't gonna come back to him. So he finally said yes when his friends Chan's invitation to go clubbing.

"dude, she's ghosted you for a week already. she's not gonna just appe---- wait isn't that her?"

Chan was almost worried Jake broke his neck just to check if you were really there. And low and behold, you were. Just as beautiful as the day you left...a week ago or so.

A black and red halter dress, hair and makeup all done, everything was perfect about your look for the night. It's like it was ripped right out of Jake's wettest dreams. The thing that pulled him out of his fantasies however was that you were dancing with some random tall and masculine looking chick.

He felt defeated, then he remembered "who gives a fuck, I'll just act drunk"

And so before Chan can stop his younger friend, Jake went waddling over to try and steal you from the chick that could most likely beat him up.

"mind if I steal you for a moment sweetheart?"

"and if I say no?"

"please mommy, I miss you so much"

"sit"

And Jake was sat right on the closed toilet while staring at your towering pressence. Awaiting patiently for whatever you'd give him, your attention was enough as is.

"what gave you the idea that you could grind your pathetic little dick on my ass when mommy was busy?" you were leaning on the wall in front of the toilet and slowly traced the tip of your red bottom heels on Jake's legs. Slowly ridding it up until it was pressed up on his visible hard on and slowly adding pressure while simultaneously giving Jake a wonderful view of you wearing his favorites pair of panties. It was a sight worth dying for.

All he could do was whimper at the sight and your actions almost making him finish. He hadn't touched himself since you left. "answer me, slut."

"I-i'm sorry mommy--! I miss you so much. p-please come back to me. I-i'll b-be so good for you. Just use me. P-please come back! I-i---"

You cut him off by a kiss and swallowing his moans, sitting on his lap to get comfortable for your next actions.

"if you don't make a sound, I'll make you my only slut. ok?"

All he could do was desperately nod as you already started unzipping his pants and taking out his aching dick. Even the sight of you spitting on your hand as if there wasn't enough pre-cum coming out of him to help you out made him even more turned on.

You started you pace slowly and teasing his tip as you nibbled on his Adam's apple. Jake's plump lips was most definitely bleeding from how hard he was bitting down to quiet himself. "Did you bring your car baby?"

a nod was all you got as a reply and you continued to fasten you pace and then stopping. "Good, let's continue this there. But first, let me take care of my poor little slut"

You knew him so well, all you had to do was go back to teasing his tip and he was all over your hand and whimpering ever so quietly.

he was hard almost instantly again when he saw you taste him from your hand and kissed him to make him taste his own cum. "open and swallow for me baby."

"good boy, now let's say good bye to your friend and you can taste mommy in the car ok?"

"yes, mommy"

[mybiasisexo]

for the drabbles can you do bbh 4? i've been having Feelings for that guy lately... anyway thank you and i love your works!!!!!

Weapon ⭐️

Genre: angst | Royal!au Pairing: Baekhyun x f.Reader Length: 2k (idw to talk about it) Warnings: not explicit but smut

a/n: ok so ive been reading acotar (im in the middle of book 2 and uuummmm wtffffff 😭) and this is v inspired by that series 😬. also this is like my 3rd royal au with this man idek. and apparently ive been having Feelings™ for him also cause damn this long 😭. ty for requesting 💕

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

You walk down the empty hallway, running your fingers over the ancient wall, in no hurry as you approach the large double doors at the end of the hall. The guards scattered around the long aisle make no move for their swords, seeing you as no threat. You guess, they’re sort of right. You have no weapons hidden under the thin fabric that is a poor excuse for a dress.

You are a weapon.

When you finally enter those massive doors, you are met with a luxurious room, filled with carpets and fabrics and paintings and other decorations built for a king.

Opposite you, the far wall is made of thick glass revealing the beautiful view of the Kingdom of Lights. It lives up to its name. The world beneath shimmer in the same way the sky above does. Twinkling with promises of peace, pureness, love—

The doors slam shut behind you, and hands are clawing at the fabric covering your hips. Wet lips latch to your neck, white teeth nibbling on the sensitive flesh.

You groan at the sensations, leaning your head back onto a firm shoulder.

“Baekhyun….” You whisper, losing yourself into his touch as you roll your hips in a silent dance.

It’s a reminder, of how you ended up in here in the first place—with a dance.

The man behind you growls, hungry—always so hungry—for you.

You spin around in his touch, cupping his face and gazing up at the prince. The future King of Lights, Byun Baekhyun.

And you see them in his eyes, like marbles holding the kingdom he will soon rule within them.

For months now, you have been under him, in his sheets. His lover. His whore.

His.

The tenderness in his expression is proof that you’re succeeding at your job. The strong grip of which he holds you, the lack of distance between your heaving chests. You have been successful so far when it came to your mission from the King of Ice, the kingdom you call home.

And just like that kingdom, you are frigid, calculating, lethal.

You are a weapon.

But right now? In the arms of a man from another land, you are warmth, you are sweetness, you are soft.

You are whatever it is you need to be to get him to trust you.

“Did you miss me, Your Highness?” You ask teasingly.

He grins and it takes your breath away. Baekhyun—with his dark eyes, his white as fresh snow hair, and red like liquorish lips—is a sight to behold. He, undoubtedly, is the most beautiful person you have ever met. Even more beautiful than your king, Kim Minseok. As of late, you’ve found his otherworldly looks to be even more distracting than when you first began this game.

“I always miss you whenever you are not by my side,” he confesses, voice quiet and honest.

“Show me,” you breathe, eyes locked on his addictive mouth. “Show me how much you miss me. And I in turn will show you how much I need you.”

He wastes no time whisking you onto the bed, worshipping your body. The only person in the land he has ever kneeled before. The only one he ever would.

This night is different.

In the months you’ve spent seducing Baekhyun, you’ve grown to know him—the man, not the ruler—and…you have been finding yourself regretting taking on this task.

King Minseok sees the Kingdom of Lights as a threat he needs to neutralize. War, in his eyes, is imminent. As soon as you are to discover Baekhyun’s weakness, as soon as you are to break him, the king will invade and destroy the majestic kingdom. Snuffing the light with heavy coats of ice.

You discovered Baekhyun’s weakness a couple weeks ago. Well, his two weaknesses. His first, and most damning, is his love for his lands. There is nothing he wouldn’t do to protect his home.

His other weakness had taken you by surprise when you discovered it. It is the reason why now, with you wrapped around him urging him to go deeper, deeper, to tap into that cold soul of yours and bring light into the darkness within it, you have tears pouring down your temples. Your cries louder than they’ve ever been. Every sound, every movement, every touch coming from him igniting you as if you both came from the Kingdom of Flame.

It is you—his other weakness.

You have no idea when you both stopped being more than simple lovers. No idea when you lost sight of the role you are supposed to play, instead losing yourself into the fantasy he created. But, as Baekhyun makes love to you, as he encourages you to shatter underneath him, letting explosions of light fire off behind your eyelids as you’re thrown into intense ecstasy, you know that you’ve failed your purpose of being here.

He follows soon after, groaning so deliciously in your ear as he fills you up, you almost come again. You both lay there, him with his full weight crushing you—just as you like it—attempting to regain your breathes. You run your hands over his wide back and shoulders, your lips sweetly kissing any bit of skin they can connect to, your hips slowly circle, enjoying the intrusion of him, the fullness he brings. You never knew you were missing something until you met him. Hadn’t realized just how empty you had been. Baekhyun had shown you another way to live, had shown you kindness and faith. These are things you had no idea existed before him.

You have thought that maybe….

Baekhyun’s breathing has slowed so much you thought he had fallen asleep. But then he groans lightly, moving so that those strong arms of his wrap around your small frame. His mouth goes to your jaw, your chin, the corner of your mouth. He meets your moving hips lazily, hands flaring at your waist.

And then he’s holding you down, forcing you to stop your ministrations. You frown as he lifts his head, looking into your eyes. The only light comes from the full silver moon overhead, and it washes you within that glow, making the stars in his eyes sparkle more fiercely than usual. At least, that’s what you tell yourself is causing that shine.

You gulp at the expression he wears, feeling fear for the first time.

“What is it?” You ask, voice hoarse and raw from screaming throughout the night.

His lips thin, dark eyebrows furrowing as he debates on whether to share his current thoughts or not. This is always the time when you would fish for information, when he was still drunk from your body, his senses dulled, his guard down.

But tonight, as you already thought, is different.

He appears fully aware, fully present. Those bright eyes of his focused as he gazes down at you. Your heart thuds harder in its cage.

“You felt different,” he shares, running a calloused finger down your chest, over one of your nipples. It hardens under his touch. “Tonight.”

So, he feels it to? He isn’t stupid, despite what your king believes the younger royal to be.

“Different how?” You ask, holding your breath. You want to know just how insightful he is, how much he sees and keeps to himself. It makes you realize that you too have been underestimating him, forgetting that he too is playing this game, and probably using his boyish looks as a way to make people doubt his role.

He doesn’t answer for a minute, instead just taking you in. Then he pulls out of you, much to your dismay, falling onto his back beside you. He drags you over him, so that your head rests on his chest and you can no longer see his face.

The tips of his fingers run up and down your damp spine as he ponders his next words.

“It felt like…you might….”

You stiffen.

“Like I might?”

He’s sitting you both upright and you curl your knees underneath you. He’s watching you again, and for the first time, you see the threat of him—of his kingdom. Light is pure. It’s grace, a gift. But it can also blind, can burn, can distort.

You are a weapon.

But so is he.

“Like you might be in love with me.”

It’s quiet for a breath, both of you merely studying the other. Your adrenaline hits, and for a moment you think you might have been caught, like you will have to fight your way out of here.

But that’s only the fear reacting. Baekhyun will never hurt you, could never hurt you.

With that knowledge you decide to be honest with him for once.

“That’s because I am in love with you,” you reveal on a breath.

And then he’s smiling at you. So blindingly bright, you think his power might be shining through. It’s full of joy and relief and life and love.

It’s heart wrenching.

He pulls you back down, back onto his chest. “I love you too,” he murmurs onto the crown of your head. “I love you so much, my queen.”

You attempt to sleep. You try to keep your reaction to his words to yourself. Even as his breath finally slows and he loses himself to sleep. You’re wide awake.

Hours pass, the sun slowly makes its trek into the sky, and you know it is time to go. Time to return to your home, your kingdom…. And take whatever punishment will come with failing your task.

Because you can’t go through with it. Not now. Not knowing that you can never remain by Baekhyun’s side. Never be his queen. You are ice. You are sharp. You are… you are….

You are in love with Byun Baekhyun, future king of the Kingdom of Lights.

You failed.

Climbing out of the massive bed, you head towards the doors of the room, not caring that you’re naked.

You’re turning the knob when he calls after you.

“You’re leaving?” He asks, voice careful, a mask of calm.

You know that he doesn’t mean just this room.

“I am,” you reveal.

He’s then scrambling out of the sheets, rushing towards you and you can’t take it, take the alarm of his steps. So, you hold out your hand, asking him to stop—

Making him freeze where he stands.

His eyes widen and then they’re searching you frantically.

“Please,” he begs—begs—and you close your eyes, fighting off the tears flooding them. “Don’t go. We can work it out.”

You don’t say anything, so he continues his plea. “We love each other, right? You love me. You just told me you did, and I know that you were being truthful. So, please. Whatever it is, we can figure it out. Just don’t leave me!”

You shake your head, those cursed tears dripping down like melting icicles. “It’s too late, Baekhyun.”

He hears the pain in your words, takes in the trembling of your body and realizes there is no talking you out of this.

“What did I do wrong?” He asks, defeated.

You drop your hand and he falls to his knees. It’s a silent plea, a surrender, a display of his weakness.

“You trusted me,” you tell him, voice steady as you watch him sit there. For him you will endure whatever punishment will come your way. You will protect him.

Even if that means making him hate you.

You go for the door again.

“Stop!” He demands, voice flooding with the power only he as future king possesses. It almost brings you to your own knees, his authority, but…. “As your future king, I demand you to stop!”

Despite all that power, you’re still able to defy him. Opening the door, you dare one last glance at the man you love. You hope he can see the apology on your face, the love you have for him.

“You are not my king.”

And with that, you leave him in that room, ignoring the way he takes all the light with him.

[vodika-vibes]

I'm asking on anon only because I have to message from my main blog, and that's not the one I blog my clones stuff on.

I was wondering if you would be able to write something with Dogma x Reader using the "complimenting their appearance" prompt.

And maybe if it could somehow be made known that the reader knows she is not pretty or beautiful by traditional standards. Maybe just plain, doesn't really do much with hair or makeup or fashion of any sort. And that maybe it's acknowledged by others also, so it's not just a situation of her feeling insecure, but that she really is just kind of plain, average shape and size, nothing outstanding either way. But that it's more than ok with Dogma, because even if he knows she's not "pretty by traditional standards", he still finds her attractive or cute or appealing in some way?

Or if that's way too specific, then just do whatever flows for you with Dogma x Reader. I mainly just want more DOGMA! :)

Thanks for opening up requests! No pressure! Ignore if you're not feeling it!

@clonethirstingisreal

In the Beholder's Eye

Summary: Dogma comes home from his deployment, and both of you are thrilled.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Dogma x Reader

Words: 885

Warnings: Fluff, some suggestive hints at the end

tagging: @trixie2023

A/N: I'm not sure if I quite hit the mark with this one, but I hope you like it anyway! Sorry it's so short, my coffee hasn't quite kicked in yet.

Divider by Saradika

You’re never going to be a supermodel.

You’ve known this since you were a child. Just a little too short, a little too plump, and a few too many imperfections on your skin classified you solidly in the “cute” category. 

And you’re fine with it. Really.

You weren’t so much, when you were a child, perhaps. Just one too many jokes about how your sister is the pretty one and your brother is the smart one but you have a good personality pushed you into being horribly insecure.

The best thing you ever did for your own mental health was go low contact with the people who made those jokes.

But that was then, and now you are happy, healthy, and thriving in the life you built for yourself on Coruscant, the life you’ve built with your boyfriend.

You opened your own bakery near the University of Coruscant, and you very quickly became popular with college students…and then their families.

It’s the end of one of those busy days, you’ve closed up shop for the day, and you’re doing final inventory for the day, so you know how much of everything you need to order for the next week, when you hear the click of the door unlocking, and you look up from your datapad.

A brilliant smile crosses your face when you see Dogma stepping through the front door of the bakery. He greets you with a small smile, though he’s quick to turn around and relock the door behind him before greeting you properly.

He sets his bag on a table, alongside his helmet, and he walks over to the counter, “I had a feeling that you would still be here,” Dogma teases lightly as he leans his hip against the counter, and allows his sharp eyes to drag across your features.

“Well, you know me,” You joke back with a bright smile. You set your datapad down on the counter and then walk around the counter so you can greet him properly. “I had no idea that you were back on Coruscant!” You say brightly, “If I had known I would have gone to meet you.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” Dogma replies as he settles his hands on your hips, “Are you surprised?”

You laugh and wrap your arms around his neck, “I am surprised!”

His hands tighten on your hips, “Good.” Dogma leans in and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose, a small grin crossing his face as he gets a hint of sugar from your skin, “You’ve been baking with powdered sugar haven’t you?”

You blink at him, “How could you tell?”

“You always taste sweet after you do,” Dogma replies with an easy smile.

You make a face, “I should go and take a shower then. The last thing I want is to be covered in sugar.”

He laughs and slides one of his hands up to cup your cheek, “Is that an offer, ner cyare?”

Your huff and stand on your toes to press your face against his neck, “You, my love, have been spending too much time with men like Jesse.”

“Guilty as charged,” Dogma agrees.

You pull away for a moment and grin at him, “I mean, I do enjoy it when you wash my hair for me. So soothing.”

His thumb slides against your lips, and an adoring look crosses his face, “Oh, ner cyare…” He murmurs, “If you keep smiling at me like that, I’ll do anything you want.”

You kiss his thumb, and he releases a content sigh, “You’re kind of a cheap date, Dogma.”

“What can I say? I love your smile, it’s my favorite feature of yours.” He replies quietly. 

“Really?” You duck your head, flustered, “My smile? Not any other part of my body?”

“You’re beautiful, cyare, and I love every inch of your body,” Dogma says easily, “But you have a special smile just for me, and I would burn down Coruscant if it means that smile never fades.”

You laugh, “That’s kind of dramatic, Dogma.”

“I have also been spending time with Fives,” Dogma jokes, “But also, dramatic is written into my genes.”

You laugh again, and you reach up to cup his face with your hands, “I love you, you silly, dramatic, man.” You say adoringly.

He flashes a boyish grin at you, “I love you too.” Dogma’s gaze darts around the bakery for a moment, “Are you done in here?” He asks, his gaze locking with yours as he effortlessly slides his hands to the back of your thighs and lifts you.

You squeak and grab his shoulders to keep your balance, “Uh…I’m done in here.” You say immediately.

“Then let’s go upstairs.” Dogma says, his grin becoming mischievous, “I’d like to show you just how much I missed you, ner cyare.”

You shiver and lean in to brush your lips against his, “Yes, please.”

He catches your lips in a proper kiss, “Look at you, being so polite for me.” Dogma murmurs against your lips, as he turns to carry you towards the stairs that lead to your shared apartment.

You giggle against his lips, “If I’m nice to you, you’ll be nice to me.”

He grins, “Don’t worry, cyare. I’ll make sure you get exactly what you want.”

[reginalusus]

The right attitude and I love you and you are so brave.

Ok, I know there are people who would shoot me for saying that and that's fair or whatever. But.

Ok, listen, if you want. IDC, I just want to write my thoughts somewhere, lmao.

One of the things that allures me to Harvey and Jason's (potential) relationship is the fact that Willis Todd... was not very nice. I'm sorry, but I really don't think he was a great dad. At least in the New 52 - but that's just how I read it personally.

I reblogged a really, really good Tumblr post analysing Jason's relationship with his not-so-great dad, so go and read that if you haven't. The evidence is there that Willis was just... not very nice.

Harvey's dad was also very shit (do you see where I'm going).

And, by the way, yes, it's a very messy situation in that Harvey killed Willis. I'm not justifying that. Willis was still some poor chap that was trying to make ends meet and Jason has the right to be angry; he still loved his dad I think, or wanted to, much like Harvey wanted to love his. They both wanted to be loved by their problematic fathers (again... do you see where I'm going).

I've seen people (one person) say that because Willis took the job of being one of Harvey's thugs out of desperation, that means that Willis WAS a good dad and he was willing to do anything for Jason and Catherine, and therefore he SHOULDN'T BE CRITICIZED AT ALL.

That's... fine? If you think that, you go, girl. I just don't, I'm sorry...

I do empathize with Willis in this regard, but it's no excuse to neglect your son and treat your wife like shit. To me. I'm sorry that I don't like the guy that beat his wife over not having cigarettes in front of a child...

BTW if you don't like this view, that's fine. There are many, many faucets you can go down upon looking at comic characters. That's the beauty of it.

"But you have Harvey bias." Yes, I do love and defend the middle-aged, suicidal acid attack victim, hm, yes, but I cannot fight fate nor do I want to in this regard, lmao.

But, do you see it. Do you see the angst and drama potential between these two MFs.

Can you tell I want them to bond over their parallel trauma, even though they are both emotionally fucked. I'm just so evil like that.

Two men who have both been let down by Bruce, by Batman, by Gotham, who both have been 'reborn' in some fashion, and who both used to stand for something in Gotham, to instil hope back into it, despite how it destroyed them, have so much in common that they could be a force, but are halted by the fact that they are forever connected because of something awful that Harvey did years ago.

It's just a dynamic that I find very interesting, IDK.

And yes, yes, there is some self-indulgent stuff with it, like the fact that I just love making Harvey be a big fucking embarrassing dumbass father figure who doesn't really know what he's doing because Jason is a ball of trauma himself.

Plus, I think Jason could be the child Harvey never had, or whatever. Harvey couldn't have kids. He tried with Gilda before and it didn't work (Eye of the Beholder is the Harvey origin I always mostly go by, yes). So I think, with Jason, Harvey could have that sort of relationship even if Jason, to his right, doesn't want to indulge in it.

Jason himself is closed off. He doesn't indulge in his feelings. He's just like: "Ok, Dent, whatever, can we get pretzels now before I go home."

Jason can be argued to be Bruce's biggest failure, but he could be Harvey's greatest success... maybe.

Yes. I understand it's kind of a twisted situation. But I think that's right at home in DC.

Listen to It Has To Be This Way by Jimmy Gnecco if you'd like - not only is it a banger boss theme from the MGS series, but it's an EXTREME Harveycore song in terms of lyrics, but it ALSO suits Harvey and Jason's dynamic, at least my vision of it.

Anyway.

That's all I'll say before they find me and kill me.

[admiralsweko]

Rhyiona Week 2023 Day Five

Prompt: Legend

Cross My Heart

You, I can make you love me

Even when I take it all -- Always by Great Good Fine OK

He’d heard the stories. They echoed in his ears, even now, as he delved deeper into the woods. According to the tales Rhys had known most of his life, somewhere deep in this forest lay a spring, a wonder to behold and rumored to be the home of a nymph. It was said that kings and paupers alike used to visit the sacred site, offering any and all for a single boon.

Now, he was making the journey. 

Lost in thought, he fingered the patch over his left eye idly. He prayed that the stories were true. He had spent the last of his meager savings in an effort to track down this legend. Pulling his compass from the pocket of his doublet, he confirmed he was still headed in the correct direction. A short time later, he came upon his destination. 

Nature had reclaimed the marble columns that arched majestically around the perimeter of the little clearing, draping the solid white stone with choking green vines. Stepping around a toppled-over pillar, he surveyed the area. Bathed in sunlight streaming in from a break in the dense tree canopy overhead, the spring was an oasis of natural beauty. Patches of scarlet wild flowers dotted the thick carpet of grass underfoot, even sprouting in the cracks between the moss spotted boulders that lined the cerulean waters of the spring.

“Hello?” He called out, not truly expecting an answer. None came. 

Sliding his pack from his shoulder, he crouched to dig inside the leather bag. From it, he withdrew the items necessary to complete the summoning ritual. 

Atop the flat surface of one of the rocks, he laid out the assortment: a small sachet, a pair of old coins, and a scrap of paper. With trembling fingers, he untied the knot that held the sachet closed. Spreading the leather out, a grim menagerie of objects were disclosed. He flinched at the sight of the tiny bird skull amid the dried herbs, fine powdery ash, and other small bones he hoped were of animal origin. Carefully, he placed the two coins on top, mindful the king’s bust faced downward as the witch that had set him on this path had strictly instructed.

He pulled his dirk from the sheath at his hip. Taking a deep shuddering breath, he steadied himself before slicing into his palm. He winced as the sharp edge of the blade bit into his skin with ease and hot, red blood welled quickly. His dripping hand hovering above the coins, he recited the words scrawled on the paper. 

The ritual complete, he looked around expectantly, but found he remained alone. With a defeated sigh, he shook the excess blood from his wound and leaned forward to rinse it off in the waters below. 

I should have known better, he admonished himself. Only a fool would go off chasing fairy tales. 

As he dipped his hand into the cool liquid, something wrapped around his wrist. Shocked, a startled sound escaped him and he tried to withdraw, taking whatever it was with him. 

Encircling his wrist was a delicate hand, slender feminine fingers with nails tipped in turquoise color. Unbelieving of his own eyes, he watched dumbstruck as a woman emerged gracefully from the depths of the spring. Water streamed down her body, splashing back into the pool with a melodious chime. Half submerged, she was a vision unlike anything he’d ever seen before.

Clothed in a swath of damp fabric, it draped artfully along her curves. Her bare skin shimmered, the water droplets clinging to her reflecting the sunlight. Long russet-colored hair lay over one shoulder, shot through with a fiery red streak of a similar shade to the wildflowers that grew nearby. Sparkling emerald eyes gazed at him. 

“My, my,” she spoke. “What do we have here?” 

She took in the bloodied display of items still laid neatly atop the rock. Her eyes met his once more and she raised a scarred brow. A soft smirk graced her ruby lips. Her voice was like music as she said, “This is some old magic for such a young thing like you.” 

“I– I–” he struggled to formulate a response. His mouth opened and closed as his brain stalled. “I came to see you,” he blurted.

A gentle tinkle of laughter escaped her as her smirk melted into a genuine smile. “Oh, sweetling. If you wanted me this badly, all you had to do was call upon me. Aww,” she cooed, her attention turning to the open wound sliced across his palm, ”Now you’ve gone and hurt yourself.” 

Belatedly, Rhys realized she still held his wrist in her grasp. He watched as she raised his hand to her lips and planted a soft kiss to his cut. When their eyes met again, his heart skipped a beat. Transfixed by her emerald gaze, time spun out, a moment stretching into eons. Distantly he was aware of a tingling sensation that zipped along his wound and up his arm. Tearing himself away from her bewitching stare, he withdrew his hand from her gentle grip, took a step back, and glanced down to see his cut had fully healed. A faint thin seam of a scar was the only indication it had been there at all. 

“Now, seeing as how you’ve gone to so much trouble to summon me,” she came forward and leaned against the rocks lining the edge of the pool. Propping herself up against the flat ledge of a boulder, she rested her chin in her palm and looked up at him with expectant amusement, “What brings you here?” 

“Uh, Um, of course,” he shook his head in an attempt to straighten his scattered thoughts. “M– M’lady, I, um, wanted— If it pleases you–” Out of his element, he stuttered over his words, “ I-I’ve heard tales of your generosity and I seek to implore upon your benevolence.” 

“Ah, but it has been quite some time since anyone has come to beseech me,” she said brightly. “Tell me. What can I do for you?”

Nervous, Rhys cleared his throat before explaining, “There is a maiden in my town. She has come of marriageable age. I seek to ask for her hand, but her father is a wealthy man. A merchant tradesmen of some repute. I fear he would not be impressed by my meager offerings, if I were to approach him now. Hence, I’ve traveled here to…” he trailed off, apprehension gnawing at his insides. Speaking his words out loud, he realized how fatuous it sounded. 

“You’ve come to me,” she filled in, “in hopes of a significant boon that might sway this man to see you as a choice candidate for his daughter's hand. But is this a question of love,” she asked, tilting her head inquisitively. “Do you care for this maiden?” 

“I’m not certain I understand,” he flushed at the inquiry, unsure as to how to answer. “What difference does it make?”

Her lips twisted into a strange smile. The expression vanished as quickly as it had appeared. She shrugged, “Truthfully, it matters not. I am just a curious creature.” A knowing look settled upon her graceful features. ”But no doubt this betrothal would benefit you greatly, with more than just a pretty wife?” 

“Y-Yes, my lady,” he admitted reluctantly. “If I were to succeed in this advantageous match, my limited prospects in life would broaden, that is true. So will you help me?” 

She was silent for a moment as she mulled it over. Her eyes narrowed as she searched his face. 

“Wait here,” she bade him before disappearing under the surface of the water. Left alone, he nervously awaited her return. 

She resurfaced once more, putting forth a cupped palm. Nestled in her hand was the largest pearl Rhys had laid eyes upon. Black in color, it shone with a hypnotizing iridescence.

“This should serve to impress your maiden’s father,” she said with a smirk.

Rhys nodded mindlessly as he reached out to take the shimmering pearl.

“Ah, ah,” she admonished, closing her fingers and pulling away. “If you’ve heard tales told of me, you will know that I don’t offer anything out of the goodness of my heart. What do you propose to exchange for this courtesy?”

“Of course, my lady. My apologies.” 

He hastily patted at his pockets before remembering the pack at his feet. He bent to it and withdrew a small velvet pouch. Loosening the drawstring, he unfolded the cloth to reveal a delicate filigreed hair comb of fine wire, studded with small sparkling stones. 

“This was my late grandmother’s,” he explained. “Although not valuable in coin, it is of great sentimental worth to me. It is all I have to offer.” 

“Hmm,” she pondered, her eyes on the comb. Anticipation quickened the drum of his heart. “Yes, I believe this will suffice.”

Relief washed over him, immediately followed by a heady sense of excitement. They exchanged their goods; Rhys taking the pearl into the velvet sachet recently vacated by his grandmother’s comb. Wrapping it up, he tucked the treasure into his pack.

“Thank you, my lady,” he nodded respectfully, desperately trying to keep his excitement hidden under the veneer of manners.

“The pleasure was mine,” she said, “And please, call me Fiona.” 

“I’m honored to have met you… Fiona.”

“And what, pray tell, is your name, most intrepid sir,” she asked, a chuckle in her tone.

“Rhys, uh, my name is Rhys.” 

“Ah, Rhys," she smiled beatifically, her face lighting as she spoke his name out loud, “That’s lovely. Well, I wish you good fortune with your impending engagement.” 

With a wave of her hand, she slipped soundlessly beneath the surface of the water once more. 

()()()

Stumbling through the underbrush, Rhys panted as he came upon the spring. 

“Fiona!” he bellowed the nymph’s name angrily. Despite the week’s span that had unfolded since his disgrace, the bitterness was still fresh. Every step he’d taken on his journey back to this oasis further reminded him of the rube he was and the rebuff he had suffered.  

He called out once more, his hands at fists by his sides. 

“Well, hello again, Rhys.” In the space of a blink, she pushed up from the watery depths,  appearing even more captivating than he remembered. “I can’t say I expected–”

“You played me for a fool,” he interrupted her. Pulling the small velvet sachet from his pocket, he opened it. Inside, the great shining pearl he’d so admired had transformed into a damp, shiny brown lump. He cast aside the offending mass against the rocks of her pool, where the thick clump of wet mud splattered along the side of a boulder. 

“What is the meaning of this?” he demanded. “Do you realize what you’ve done?”

“I suppose the proposal didn’t quite go as planned.” Amusement danced in her eyes. 

“I was humiliated. Alyssandra’s father laughed in my face when I asked for her hand.” Defeat rounded his shoulders. “She’s– she’s been betrothed to another.” 

“Alas, it was for the best, I imagine. You didn’t want to marry that girl,” she stated matter-of-factly ”No matter the advantages such a match might have presented, I saved you from a lifetime of boredom."

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed resignedly. His anger ebbed away in the face of the truth. As much as he was loath to admit it, she was right. The memory of the half hour he’d spent in the company of the dull-witted young woman he’d so bent on marrying haunted him. 

“I suppose you want me to thank you, then,” he said sarcastically. “For your good deed?” 

An imperious smirk graced the nymph’s beautiful face. “A little gratitude would be welcomed.”

Unable to contain his exasperation, he rolled his eyes. “I’ve returned to retrieve my grandmother’s comb. Let’s have it.”

“No,” she flatly refused. Her hand reached up to the comb nestled in her hair behind her ear, fingers tracing the little glass stones tenderly. “The deal was struck. You received your boon. It matters not if you were unsatisfied after the fact. I, on the other hand, am quite pleased with our trade.” 

“But you tricked me!” he snapped, irritation spiking once more. 

“That’s a harsh way to put it,” she admonished playfully. “In the end, our trade was a barter for objects of equal value. I was merely less forthcoming as to the quality of my item as you were of yours.”  

“Fine,” he scoffed, outmatched. Frustrated at her arrogance, he threw his hands up and turned to leave.

“Rhys, wait,” she called out, causing him to hesitate. “I’m not completely heartless. Since you’ve come all this way, perhaps we can broker another exchange. Perchance for something more appealing than some silly girl’s favor or a worthless trinket?”

Everything within him screamed that he should continue on his way and forget this place even existed. But he found himself turning to face her once more. 

“What could you possibly have to offer me after all this,” he implored wearily, gesturing to the muddied rock. 

“Your eye.”

Instinctively, he reached up, his fingers brushing against the smooth leather of his patch. Her unexpected overture gave him pause. 

“How can I be assured that you won’t trick me again?”

“You can’t,” she stated plainly, “You’ll just have to trust me. But what have you got to lose?”

He was silent for a moment as he pondered that fact. Finally, he asked, “What would you want in exchange?” 

“Ah, therein lies the real question, my dear,” her head tipped as she lifted a brow. “What can you offer me?” 

He raised his hands in surrender, “Alas, I have nothing of any importance to give. As you know, I am a poor man, in coin and title.” 

“I don’t want your coin, boy,” she scoffed, “What good would coin do me, out here in these wilds?” She extended her arms to take in the expanse of forest that surrounded them. “No,” she shook her head as that honeyed smile quirked her lips once more. “I want something you haven’t given another soul.” 

Despite himself, his curiosity stirred, tempered by a fair amount of caution. “And what, pray tell, could that be?”

“All in due time,” she laughed merrily. “First, that eye of yours.” 

She dove beneath the surface of the pool. Rhys waited, his anxiety telling him to turn tail and run. Before he could heed his better judgment, however, she resurfaced. In her hand, she held a small clay salve pot. She tossed it to him and he caught it. 

“Apply that to your eye every night before sleep. It will give you wicked dreams but by the time the salve is gone, you will have sight in your eye once more.” 

“Th–Thank you,” he said, hesitantly as he tucked the little pot in his pocket. “Now, what do you want in return?”

“Come closer,” she beckoned.

She glided up to the rocky perimeter of the spring and leaned out over the flat surface of a boulder. From her perch, he could glimpse translucent patches of iridescent scales that shimmered in the sunlight along her skin, revealing her true nature. Confronted with this reminder that he was dealing with no ordinary woman, his eyes narrowed as he held his ground.

“Come, come,” she urged him forward, curling a finger at him.

Cautiously, he stepped closer to the edge of the pool. Still she beckoned him lower, until finally he dropped to one knee before her. Now, face to face, her eyes sparkled mesmerizingly. The sweet smile on her lips soothed his wild nerves.

“What is it that you require in return?” he asked again softly. 

“Just a kiss,” she replied, the very picture of enchanting innocence. 

Confused, his brows pulled together for a moment. “But I thought you desired something I had never given another,” he reminded her. 

“I do.”

Amusement suffused him and he smiled. “This may surprise you, my lady, but I have given a kiss before.”

“I have no doubt as to your prowess with fair maidens,” she said sardonically, “but a kiss is what I require.” 

Puzzled by her request, he searched her expression for any hint of subterfuge. She gazed back at him guilelessly. 

Finally, he conceded, “As you wish, my lady.” 

He leaned forward slowly. As the space between them shortened, he watched her intently, wary of any treachery. With none forthcoming, he proceeded to press a soft, chaste kiss to her lips. He was withdrawing quickly when she grabbed a handful of the front of his doublet, halting his progress. 

“Hmm,” she hummed skeptically. A wicked gleam shone in her gaze. “I think we can do better than that.” 

Before he could react, she pulled him in again. His eyes widened as she kissed him fully. Her lips were cold against his, a sensation he hadn’t registered on that initial contact. She brought her other hand to his cheek, the chill making him gasp in shock. In great contrast, her tongue was hot as it slipped into his mouth, a warm, slick caress that shook him to his core. 

Instantly bewitched, he was completely at her mercy. His eyes drifted closed as he yielded to her. Sensing his surrender, she retreated and nipped at his lower lip. The unexpected scrape of her teeth against that sensitive surface drew a hushed grunt of pleasure and surprise from him. Quickly, she ran her tongue over the nibble, soothing as well as coaxing him to meet her advancement. Enticed, he obeyed, uniting with her once more in a velvety harmony that set his blood aflame. With every thunderous heartbeat, he succumbed even further to the torrid, wet magic of her kiss. It was true, he had been kissed before, but the memories of those hasty or hesitant exchanges melted away in the feverishness of this connection. 

When she finally relented, he found himself panting for air like a drowning man. Still holding him close, she pressed her forehead to his and laughed breathlessly. “I’d say that’s a good start.” 

“For–for what?” he asked, his thoughts still scattered. 

“Oh, my dear sweet Rhys,” she purred his name, causing the hair on the nape of his neck to stand. “You see, this kiss wasn’t my payment. At least, not in full.” She looked him deeply in the eyes as her thumb brushed against his lips. Her other hand unclenched from his doublet, her palm spreading flat against his chest. “For your end of the bargain, you have to give me your heart.” 

“My-My what?” Crashing back to his senses, he was horrified. Quickly, he pulled away from her. In his haste,  he lost his balance, landing on his rear with a thud. Gaining his feet, he stumbled away, trying to put distance between them. 

“Don’t be so alarmed, sweet one,” she chuckled. “I speak only figuratively. I intend you no harm.”

“Wha–” he scrambled to understand, “What is the meaning of this?” 

She shrugged as she smiled that wicked grin, merriment shining in her eyes. “A goddess is only as powerful as when she is worshiped, Rhys. And it hurts to be forgotten. This ensures you’ll never forget me.” 

“ But– But how does one kiss equal my heart?” he demanded. 

“As I said, darling, it’s a start.”

Pushing away from the rocks and into the water, she lengthened herself out to float along the surface of her pool. Arms lazily stroking through the clear blue waters, she was the embodiment of carefree elegance. 

Head tipped back, she looked to the sky as she continued, “Soon, you will find I am always in the back of your mind. Your body will ache for my touch, your lips will yearn for my kiss. No matter where you go, you will long to return to me.” 

“Folly,” he spit out the word. Rekindled anger burned hot in his stomach. “I don’t know what your aim is, but I can assure you I have no intention of ever setting foot in these woods again.” 

Resolute in his conviction, he spun on his heel. 

“You’ll be back,” she sang out behind him. Her delighted laughter sounded musically in the air. 

Outraged, he rushed headlong into the surrounding forest. He rubbed the rear of his hand against his mouth in a vain attempt to scrub the events that had just unfolded away as he tried to reject the notion of her words from his thoughts. 

There was no truth to her proposition, he reassured himself. It’s all just the mad contrivances of a nefarious sprite bent on toying with me.

Even as he repeated the conviction endlessly, a seed of dissent blossomed in the back of his mind. The remembered warmth of her kiss burned like a fire across his nerves, the heady rush of her tongue as it tangled with his own lingered. Hopelessly vexed, he desperately pushed down the bittersweet memory of her lips against his and hurried on his way.

[pompeiisystem]

Friend: "I like em thick!"

Me: "bet."

Friend: *proceeds to show me a scantily clad woman with her ribs, hip ones, and clavicle showing*

Me: "...Dawg..."

So anyways I had this long ass discussion about how fatphobia and modern expectations of beauty make people brainwashed to think a body like 2015 Nikki Minaj is the 'thick'/'chubby' body type

That that's the acceptable fat/lean ratio to find attractive

I WANT ROLLS

I WANT FAT

I WANT TO BURY MY HANDS IN THEIR SIDES AND DIG MY FINGERS INTO PLUSH FLESH

FAT IS SEXY

FAT IS HEALTHY!! ITS HEALTHIER TO BE OVERWEIGHT THAN UNDERWEIGHT!!

And *NO* I'm not shaming thin people! I love my cute twiggy fellows that I can manhandle and give piggy back rides to!!

I'm specifically shaming people who allow themselves, or push others, to follow or believe in modern beauty norms!!!

Yes, you may be 100 pounds but you're gorgeous! I'm giving you all sorts of affection and flowers!

Same with my bigger peeps!

Yeah, you're 300 pounds, but you're so fucking warm and soft and I know you get a lot of shit for being thick, but FUCK THEM.

I cast Fire Ants in the Urethra upon them/gen

Nobody should police what is beautiful because beauty is in every fucking single thing, person, plant, animal, atom, etc!!!

Big nose? Hot

Far set eyes? Cute

Thin lips? Sending you smooches rn

BEAUTY IS NOT ONLY IN THE EYES OF THE BEHOLDER, IT IS IN THE *HEART* OF THE BEHOLDER!!! YOU DONT NEED EYES TO ACKNOWLEDGE BEAUTY!!!

Im so dead serious when I say that if you cannot find a single beautiful thing in life, and the reason is not depression, the fault lies within you, nobody else.

Literally every day I make it a mission to fight the sad, nihilistic thoughts by pointing out and complementing people and things. (Yes you can compliment the sky and thank them for the pretty clouds today, or the grass for being that specific shade of green)

See anything you like in a person at the store? Go out of your way to compliment them on it!

Never a day goes by where I don't walk outside and pet my farm animals or domestic pets or feel appreciative of how the natural world works and how it affects me positively.

You're never too old, too tired, too sick, too sad, too anything to appreciate beauty in whatever form you'd prefer. Just don't let Taylor Swift, Channing Tatum, or Megan The Stallion be your Adonis, alright?

Those people are literally denied jobs and tours of they don't keep a certain weight, muscle mass, or physical 'attractiveness' up to the standards of media.

You shouldn't hold yourself to those stands because they're ridiculous!!

Be fat! Be skinny! Be hairy! Wear those round glasses! Don't wear concealer! Don't conform to someones standards who never cared about you in the first place!!

Be you, whatever that is!

I guarantee you are 1,000,000 more confident once you get used to living in your own skin, not the designer shit they try to sell!

-written by a fat, trans masc with crooked teeth and a happy heart

[jimmy-johns-was-taken]

Can I request BEN Drowned with Fox Spirit S/O who was curious about Video Games? :3

Ok so since it wasn’t specified imma do Headcanons mixed with one shot cuz I’ve wanted to forever now and this ask is literally perfect

Anon you are my test subject, hope you don’t mind ❤️

BEN Drowned with a Fox Spirit s/o

So becuz this is Creepypasta, I’m going with more of a negative fox spirit?

The thing that has to do with bad omens, negativity, and is known as a trickster, sly, cunning, etc.

You were probably out in some random woods one day, MINDING YOUR OWN BUSINESS

And boom

Hatchet at your face

Of course it didn’t work, but now you, a nine tailed fox spirit thing, have to deal with Slenderman’s proxies

Not scary at all right?

Your probably brought to the mansion quickly, the proxies decided that after realizing you weren’t human

Slender is so over everyone and all their shit that he just kinda says “yeah fuck it, stay here, whatever man”

And thus, the mansion now has a nine tailed bad omen walking around

Nobody really talked to you at first, but then Nina spoke to you and found out you were really cool and epic and now y’all are friends

Becuz of your cunning and tricky ways, you and Nina get up to a lot of trouble

Naturally, someone messing around, it’s bound to hit BEN’s ears eventually

“Hey! Nina! You busy?” The elf questioned, slightly jogging up to the infamous scene Queen.

“No? What’s up?” She titled her head to the side.

“Ok so, who’s this new guy? I’ve heard y’all get up to shit and I feel very left out,” BEN fake pouted.

“Oh!!” Nina smiled evilly, “you would get along with with them. I think they’re in their room, come on,” before BEN could respond, Nina began dragging him down the hallway.

Your door slammed open, Nina and a blonde you had yet to meet stood in the door way. Your tails and ears perked up in high alert, but deflated when you recognized Nina. You all starred at each other, unsure of what to say. You waved, BEN gave a small wave back, and Nina rolled her eyes.

“BEN! This is (Y/N), the newest resident!” Nina squealed.

“Nice to meet you, I’m BEN,” his voice glitched and changed in sound as he spoke.

“Cool, I’m (Y/N), but Nina calls me Nine Tails.”

“Like the Pokémon?”

“The fucking what?”

And thus, a beautiful friendship was born.

You and BEN would get up to all sorts of shit

Pestering Jeff, disrupting people working, pestering Jeff some more

You two had similar personalities, both of you being sly and cunning, but it merged well and you got along great

And for a long time, you never questioned videogames

Sure, you had heard of them, but you never played or anything

And you were certain if you asked BEN if you could touch any of his precious games, he’d try to kill you then and there

So, when the nickname “Nine Tails” gained popularity throughout the mansion, you went to BEN to ask

And he told you about Pokémon

And you had no clue what a fucking Pokémon was????

The look on BENs face was to die for

He looked so offended

“Pokémon??? Like the hit game?” He questioned, hand on his chest in a fake hurt manor.

“I don’t play videogames,” you replied, rolling your eyes. BEN gasped dramatically and grabbed your wrist, sprinting to his room. Once there, he grabbed a small machine.

“What the fuck is that?” You asked.

“A console, dumbass,” BEN began digging through piles of games, “I’m going to show you my game!” He grabbed one and held it up in a small victory pose. You laughed at him, then sat down next to him to watch. He grabbed a control and booted up the game, showing you around the world.

“How do you make them move?” You asked, head resting on his shoulder and tails swinging around behind you.

“The controller, here,” he handed you the odd mechanism, and you looked back up at the screen. You moved around what BEN called a “joystick” and low and behold, the little character on the screen moved.

“Oh my gosh, look!” You tails were perked up in excitement and BEN smiled.

“I know! Cool, right?”

“Yeah!” You seemed happy, “so where’s this nine tails thing?”

“Oh my gosh, your going to love Pokémon.”

Complete side note but BEN def. Loves it when his s/o sits in his lap or Vice versa when playing videogames

[kayssweetdreams]

A "Perfect" Vacation Ch 45

The next evening, The island was preparing for another publicity stunt, only this time, It wasn't the equivalent of a hostile takeover. The Flora Tropica had been arranged so that the beauty of the flower could be admired by everyone. The various employees that worked for Ka Lā (and had been unfortunately been tested on by her) were also around to enjoy the festivities.

Thea smiled as she reappeared on stage, this time, a real smile on her face as she stepped out in front of the crowd "I'd like to dedicate this song to my closest friends and family. Including My dearest friend, Ka Lā, without her...I'm not sure any of us would be here today. As well as my family, that I love more than life itself." She said, her eyes gazing at Ka Lā and the rest of the Bruno family, happy to see Thea ready to sing.

The woman then nodded to the band as they began play for her. Thea then began to sing her heart out for her crowd, the infectious music enough to make everyone begin to dance to the beat. Jett was seen bobbing his head to the music, as Phil and Lila had dragged him over to dance with them, Iben and John. Jett smiled as he began dancing, while Skarlett, Ivy, Piper, Maxie and Lizz joined them.

Lora meanwhile, had been talking with Sana and Yuri, of which she thought it was super brave (and VERY satisfying to see Prim get what she deserved.) And helping her snap out of the drug's effects...again. She smiled as she gave a crazed look to...let's just say something REALLY painful to Prim should she try doing it again, as Aria was talking to the maestros to see if Prim really WAS locked away this time.

Balan snapped his fingers as a comically large telescope appeared. He adjusted it so it could clearly see Timeville Asylum. Lo and Behold, the now docile headmistress was locked away in maximum security. Ensuring that this time NO ONE could get her out. Balan smiled "Good news Aria dear. Prim will never be coming here. She is now permanently locked away. Never to see the light of day." He said, giving Aria the telescope so that she could see out into the distance.

Kaylo meanwhile, was looking down at the crowd, her mind still thinking about what had happened. Right before she was fully under Prim's drug, she could faintly remember hearing the old hag talking to someone, but her mind kept fading in and out, which made it hard to understand the voice, or what they were talking about. "Hey Kaylo? You OK?" She heard Mei ask, as she and the others had found looking over a balcony.

"Um...Yeah. I'm OK." She lied, making Trisha Jane see right through her "Kaylo, you're lying right now. Your hair frizzes up when you think too hard." She pointed out. Kaylo sighed. "OK. Fine. There was something that I didn't tell anyone else...I don't think Prim was working alone." She said. "We know that though, there's no way she could have Whipped up that drug on her own." Rebecca pointed out. "No...I mean, I might have actually heard and SEEN who was working with her...but I was under the drug, so everything was blurry and hard to hear." She said.

This got everyone's attention. "Was there anything you heard clearly?" Emma asked. "One thing...And I could be wrong, but it sounded like something called 'Project X' or something." She said. "Project...X?" Leo asked, the name itself sounding like a bad thing. "Yep...But that's about it." Kaylo said, frowning at the idea that this wasn't something to be messed with.

"Well...whatever it is, we'll face it together." Mei says, a determined look on her face. The others joined her determination as they decided to join back with the party. Kaylo joined them...but she couldn't shake the feeling that there were going up against something BIG...

Meanwhile, Somewhere Far Away From the Island...

A figure sits down in a chair, a small USB file that read "Backup Security Cameras" in their hands. They plugged it in as the security feed from the island was seen, this footage not tampered by Maxie or Jett. They scrolled through the footage as they saw the inhabitants gathering the various ingredients, and how they hijacked the false performance, with the antidote.

However, what caught their eyes the most was the very strange boat named the "S.S. Wonder" sitting out in the sea, along with the two strange figures that accompanied the group of the undrugged children, and that Montgomery woman. Their eyes lit up as they saw what the maestros could do. Removing their sunglasses again, they symbols in their eyes were seen to be glowing.

"Well Well...After years of searching. I finally found it." They said, before grazing what looked to be some kind of mural detailing the two figures, shaking hands with a pink haired woman holding a book. "Project X will be completed. Now that I have actual proof." They said, a glowing red ball of magic seen forming in their hands...

The End!(?)

Mei and the Hualing Family, Phil, John and Lila belong to @sundove88

Rebecca and the Reynolds belong to @thehypercutstudios/@thehyperrequiem

Trisha Jane and the Postrados belong to @lovelyteng

Aria belongs to @shadowqueen402

Lora Jade belongs to @alex-frostwalker

Jett, Skarlett, Lizz, Ivy, Piper and Maxie belong to @jettthespeeddemon

[canonicallyobserving911]

After The Well

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

New Buddie Fanfic

After The Well 

3 chapters and 16K words 

Rated M (It’s not really “M” but I rated it this way as a precaution to cover the few times that Buck and Eddie get busy😂.)

This is my first completed fic and it is now available on AO3. 

It’s mostly and loosely CANON compliant through 3x15 “Eddie Begins”.

Here’s a few paragraphs from Chapter 1.

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Chapter 1

It was dark outside because it was after 10:00PM when the weight that had been sitting on Buck’s chest lifted.  At least the rain finally stopped but the temperature had dropped significantly to 54 degrees Fahrenheit and anything below 65 degrees is considered to be cold in L.A.  Tomorrow will be a new day and with it the sun will rise in the east but the storm that had just spent hours barreling across the sky with torrential rain, thunder and lightning was no match for the F5 Tornado like storm that tore through Buck’s heart when the well collapsed on top of Eddie.

He didn’t realize he had been holding his breath for the past several minutes during Bobby’s explanation of the plan they had devised to search for Eddie because all he could think about was Eddie being trapped, alone and hurt.  He just wanted to see the love of his life again because Buck had finally found someone who loved him back the way he’s always wanted.  In the past, he had given his heart away so many times only to receive nothing in return but him giving his heart to Eddie was different because it was one of the easiest things he’s ever done.

When Buck saw Eddie for the first time, more than a year and a half ago, he could hardly breathe because Eddie was so gorgeous, he literally took Buck’s breath away.  He’s beautiful and everything Buck’s ever desired, needed and wanted from anyone.  Eddie makes Buck feel whole, complete and most importantly like he finally understands why he was put on this earth.  He may not have known it before but he knows now.  Being with Abby or Ali never felt like this and it proves Eddie is unlike them and all the rest.  Buck knows for a fact that he is going to marry Eddie someday but he has to buy a ring and propose first.

Bobby is still talking but Buck’s mind keeps spiraling and his eyes keep glancing towards the collapsed well.  They have already lifted the drill but now all they must do is start digging or whatever Bobby has planned for the rescuers to do in order to find Eddie.  Lots of questions keep plaguing Buck’s thoughts like ‘Where is he?  Is he ok?, How much longer do we have to wait before we can start searching for him?’ Even though Bobby and Chimney probably think Eddie is dead, Buck believes he’s still alive because his heart knows that. They’re always in sync and just like his heart could tell something was wrong with Eddie when he was participating in that illegal fight club, Buck’s heart knows Eddie is ok but he just doesn’t know where he is.  When the well collapsed, if Eddie would have died, Buck’s heart would have done more than sink into his stomach.  It would have stopped beating because they’re meant to be together and their hearts beat in tandem.  Their souls are intertwined and have been since not long after the day they met.  Therefore he knows unequivocally that Eddie hasn’t left him here all alone to never see him again. Hen gave Buck hope when she said they weren’t going to give up until they found Eddie and he believed her.

Buck wanted, no he needed to see Eddie with his own eyes.  He was finally able to exhale when he heard Eddie’s voice say, “It won’t be easy, I’m—pretty cold”. Seeing him stumble towards them all wet and dirty was still a sight for Buck’s eyes to behold because there he was, alive and breathing.  He kept his promise and fought to make it home back to his family and Buck was grateful.

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Tagging: @shortsighted-owl​ and @buddstiel​