#but also I want to sound like them so much!

[navydoves]

Dragon!Sylus and his strange affectionate habits

❥ you’re his mate, but you’re also human. his habits weird you out!

⭐︎

❥ he licks you! you could be sitting on the couch, minding your own business with a book in hand and sylus would come up right next to you and just start licking your cheek. you’d retract suddenly and look him up and down with a strange look on your face.

“what? i already explained this to you kitten.”

licking is his way of showing affection toward you. it’s supposed to tell you “i’m here to protect you” in a way. he also just loves tasting your skin and becoming more familiar with you since it brings him so much comfort. he’ll even lick your hair if he’s really getting into it!

❥ he feeds you really well. hungry? no you’re not, not with him at least. he’ll feed you until you’re completely and utterly satiated from his meals. when he sees you happy and drowsy from a full stomach it brings him very deep satisfaction.

sometimes he’ll put bags of snacks or containers of food where you frequent in hopes you’ll eat them. if you don’t, he’ll take offense or think he did something wrong and now you’re protesting!

❥ he makes you wear his treasures. part of being a dragon means hoarding pretty and shiny things. dragons are very protective and territorial about their things, but sylus makes an exception for you. he insists that you wear the jewels he’s collected and will drown you in his riches.

he especially loves it when you go out into public with his treasures on because it shows off his wealth via his beautiful mate. he’ll designate certain jewels or items just for you and if you’re even a little bit dissatisfied with them, he’ll throw them out right away.

❥ he builds nests for you. sylus will innocently steal your most precious items or the items that seem to bring you the most comfort and then bring them to an empty corner. it’s here that he piles up your cosmetics, clothes, bedsheets, pillows, stuffies—anything you could think of—and then he waits.

sylus would never force you to do anything, he wants you to come to the nest on your own volition without his input. he won’t even mention it, he’ll just wait until you find the nest and watch from afar what you do. if you finally do decide to nestle in, he’ll jump for joy knowing that you like it. he’ll also never come into your nest unless you ask him to, and if you do, let’s just say he’ll take care of you really well.

❥ he purrs, and really loudly too. you’ll hear him purring when you’re cuddling, when you’re eating, when you’re bathing, during sex, when you’re doing anything, really. dragons only purr when extremely content but sylus makes a habit out of it when he’s around you. the man is just very happy.

the sound of his purrs come from a deep place within his chest, making them loud and deep. even though they may startle you sometimes, the frequency and vibrancy brings you a sense of comfort and peace, and sylus knows this. whenever you’re upset or anxious, he’ll start purring loudly in hopes of calming you down.

❥ he walks around naked. of course, sylus only does this with you, but it never fails to catch you off guard. it’s not so much a sexual thing, per se, but more of a comfort thing. he’s so comfortable with your presence that he doesn’t feel the need to keep his tight, itchy clothes on when he’s alone with you. he’ll let everything hang and jiggle if he so calls for it.

although, there are times where he’ll purposefully walk around naked to seduce you like a peacock would. he thinks flaunting off his assets will make you want to pounce on him and make love to him all night—which is unfortunately true.

❥ he watches you while you sleep. at first it was cute, but when you awoke one night to his vibrant red eyes staring you down in the dark, it started to feel a little creepy. he explains it away by saying he needs to make sure you’re okay, which doesn’t really make much sense to you since you were in his secure territory.

because sylus doesn’t need much sleep, whenever you take your beauty rest, he feels the urge to look after you and your vulnerable form. he also just enjoys watching you do something so silly and human-like sleeping. this was one of your habits that he didn’t understand. he does finally back off a little bit after your complaining, though.

❥ he has a wild tail. sylus has full control over all of his body parts at any give time, so his tail is always indicative of how he’s feeling. he has a rather calm tail when you two are around others, but when alone with you? you have to dodge it sometimes from how erratic it is. he explains that it’s the equivalent of how your leg bounces. something you don’t even think about when it happens, but can have control over once you realize it.

it’s just another way of him saying to you that he’s comfortable enough around you to let loose with his body and do more natural, unconscious mannerisms.

[mattsstarlet]

⋆˚࿔ pearl ⟢

camgirl!reader gets overstimulated by pornstar!matt and her camgirl!friend.

contains: smut (p in v), unprotected sex, threesome (male + 2 females), overstimulation, degradation if you squint, use of vibrator, squirting.

IMPORTANT NOTE: camgirl!friend is exclusively for the girls only, this is a one time thing. also i’m bi, so yes. i am allowed to write this 😊

“can you give us one more?” pearl asked softly in your ear, brushing the strands away from your sweaty forehead, kissing your temple. you laid your naked back against her bra covered chest, panting and sobbing as matt continued to fuck you through your third orgasm.

her hands explored your spent body, cupping your tits and playing with them, squeezing them ever so gently. her gaze flickered over to matt’s stoic face, his jaw clenched as she kissed your neck.

“someone looks angry.” she taunted, giggling in your ear, cupping your chin and angling your head to brush her lips against yours. “you’re my pretty slut.” she whispered, placing a light peck.

matt chuckled deeply, shaking his head in amusement, a lopsided grin appeared on his lips as he slowed his pace, giving you deep and taunting thrusts that made your toes curl. pearl pulled away, reaching for the wand beside her and clicking the ‘on’ button, a loud buzz harmonizing with your cries and the sound of skin clapping.

“shiiiit— there we go.” he groaned, watching you jump as the vibrator came in contact with your clit, your gummy walls fluttering around his cock. your eyes rolled back, your mouth hanging low as pearl continued to grope your tit with her free hand. “that’s my sweet girl.”

“what’s it gotta take for you to be louder hm?” she muttered, her thumb hovering over the ‘+’ button on the wand. her eyes flickered over to your laptop, your chat box going absolutely crazy, filled with many compliments and ‘do this’ or ‘do that’. she flashed a toothy grin as she saw the amount of money that was flowing in— all tips were over a hundred.

“oh my god,” you sobbed, your thighs trembling as pearl sped up the toy two volumes up, wanting to hear your overstimulated cries.

“oh i’m sorry.” she fake cooed, running the wand up and down your abused cunt, causing matt to grunt each time the vibrations touched his dick. “you weren’t being loud enough, angel.”

you whined, your words exiting your lips in a slurring mess with drool practically coating your chin. your head felt fuzzy and empty, your vision blurring away from the bubble of tears.

matt moaned at the sight of you in a puddle, reaching forward laying his palm flat on your lower belly, feeling himself pump into you. “that’s m’dick in there, baby. all up in ya guts.”

“mm-hm— oh!— m’cumming.” you cried out, your hips lifting themselves up and rutting them against matt’s cock, your body almost twitching at the high vibrations of the wand.

pearl let out a giggle from her spot behind you, speeding up the intensity once more. “show ‘em what a messy slut you are.” she demanded, letting the toy buzz on your overstimulated, sensitive bud.

a series of curses left your mouth as your pussy spasmed on matt’s length, feeling the knot in your core explode. white, creamy paint adorned the base of his cock before squirting out clear, water-like fluid, wetting the messy sheets underneath you.

matt followed right after, filling your insides with each drop of his cum, his balls slapping against your skin, emptying out his load.

pearl helped you ride out your guys’ high, pressing the wand between you both. “c-can’t… s’too much.” you whined out, sighing in relief as she turned it off.

matt pulled out, watching his cum ooze out of your sloppy cunt before manhandling you onto your tummy, positioning you between pearl’s legs.

“eat her pussy while i fuck you again. shut her up f’me, baby.”

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

dedicated to my ‘😏’ anon and all the bi girlies <3

credits here.

[telephoniii]

what app do you use for your smaus cause i canNOT find a good one

okay… this was supposed to be a quick and easy answer.

i use social maker. i’ve had it since 2020. it’s my personal favorite smau app and a highly recommend it. it’s pretty easy to use and you’ve got a lot of options on what you can do with it.

but, i was trying to get screenshots of it in the app store to show what app it was and…low and behold it got banned??

only people who have had the app downloaded before can use it unfortunately 😭

i feel bad leaving you hanging like that, so! i went on a trip to find an easy to use, nice-looking smau app!

and i decided to make it into a kind of smau post at the same time!

so you can enjoy some TWST silliness with the first years while I rank these apps :>

SILLY TEXTS WITH THE FIRST YEARS (while I rank SMAU apps)

First Years NRC boys x GN!Reader SMAU

Warnings: mention of political figures in Faker 2, Reader is Prefect, suggestive humor, possible OOC

A/N: this shows how much I love to yap. I did this to procrastinate but it was pretty fun! How did I turn my response to this anon from a single paragraph to a whole multi-section post? I have no clue. My brain works in weird ways. I hope you enjoy :>

SOCIAL MAKER (what I use)

I use this app for a reason! It’s so easy to use and it gives you 20 max messages. Personally, I really enjoy the look of the app and messages too. Unfortunately though, if you didn’t have this app downloaded before it got taken down, you can’t use it. At least on IOS. I don’t really know the situation for Android 💀

5/5 stars!! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

SOCIAL DUMMY

This is another app that you had to have downloaded before it got taken down to use it. I think it’s a really good SMAU app! Especially if you wanna do stuff outside of messages!! (twitter, instagram, youtube, etc.) The messaging system runs pretty smoothly, the only thing is that the max amount of messages is very short.

4/5 stars! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

CHAT STORY MAKER

This app is a bit outdated in my opinion. It’s kinda hard to use since you can’t exit out of the keyboard and get a clean picture of your messages. Also, when you close the app it doesn’t save ANY of your things. (That caused me a lot of trouble making this actually 😭). You can also only make two characters. However, it has good customization!! It has a very cute look and you can change the background + text colors. It’s also really easy to switch between characters which is always nice.

3/5 stars! ⭐️⭐️⭐️

TYPE STORY

This is the app that Social Maker actually made after their OG app was taken down! It’s, unfortunately, not super great in my opinion. I got really confused when I tried using it, even with a tutorial. Once you get the hang of it, it’s alright. The app just feels overly complicated. However, if you want to make SMAUs mainly with big group chats then this app might be pretty good for you!

3/5 stars! ⭐️⭐️⭐️

FAKER 2

By far the worse app among them all. It just reeks of money-greedy creators. An add plays after almost every action you do. (From customizing characters to sending messages, an add always plays) It was also quite confusing to use and you’re limited to three characters. There isn’t much you can customize either and it has a 5 message max. Also, it made me a bit uncomfortable because the three default profiles you have to edit to change into the characters you want included Trump and Elon… Yeah 💀. Not to mention that a lot of the adds were filled with AI videos that were just uncanny valley. Back on topic! The app locks a lot of features behind a paywall that doesn’t even seem worth it. I wouldn’t recommend it.

1/5 stars. ⭐️

TEXTING STORY

In terms of making SMAUs on tumblr, I wouldn’t recommend it. But, if you were interested in making texting story videos and/or publishing them on YouTube, this would be a good option! There’s a lot of opportunities for videos as it can automatically give you a video of you typing both sides. The typing sound is also pretty satisfying to me! Unfortunately, it’s not the best for tumblr SMAUs. There isn’t really any customization— you can’t even add a profile picture.

3/5 stars! ⭐️⭐️⭐️

TEXT STORY MAKER

Okay, I did legitimately save the best for last. This app is pretty great. It’s easy to catch onto and gives you A LOT of customizable options: background, text color, group chat cover, etc. Also, there’s an option for it to automatically take screenshots of the text which is just so convenient?? But there is a pretty big downside. You can only make two characters. That really sucks.

I think that if you want to make 1 on 1 SMAUs similar to mine, this would be a good app to use. It’s gonna be annoying having to remake the profiles and what not, but I think the pros out weight the cons.

4/5 stars ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

[ninzied]

quiet

a firstprince ficlet

alex is one of the loudest people henry has ever known.

well—no, 'loud' is not quite the right word. more like vibrant. someone who's so full of life, and ideas, and stories that charm anyone who's lucky to hear them.

he's utterly stunning to henry. henry's never met anyone quite like him.

sometimes he is loud, yes. persistent and opinionated and tenacious 'to a fault,' according to alex himself. henry would not change a thing.

and so henry is bereft when he notices that alex does start to change, bit by bit. it's subtle. henry hardly even realizes at first, but when he does, he can't unsee it. how alex is so animated when they're having dinner with pez for example. how alex gets quiet the moment pez is at the loo, and he and henry are the only ones there.

henry gets it. pez has that effect on people, except that it's not just with pez. it's with june, and nora, and anyone from their shared friend group. alex going from loud to quiet, from bright to almost muted in color.

is it him? is it henry?

alex says things like he hasn't been sleeping much, when henry asks. he has work deadlines, and people constantly over at the place he shares with june.

'it's a lot,' alex says. 'and as someone who is also A Lot, i should know.'

so henry tries not to take it too personally. tries not to think that he's simply not worth the additional effort.

he still sees alex. all the time as a matter of fact. henry will put the new white lotus on and order them takeaway, while alex will keep a running commentary on which character he loves to hate the most.

and then, like now, alex will go quiet on the couch next to him. henry tries not to be hurt by this. alex had invited himself over. alex wants to be here. alex is his friend. alex is—

fast asleep. his head has nodded off against henry's shoulder.

henry finds himself holding his breath. alex looks perfectly at ease, his features slackened, his whole body more or less collapsed into henry's.

he's quiet, relaxed, and resting, and oh.

he's only ever like this with henry.

alex wakes slowly. henry hasn't moved for what feels like hours, he's been that loath to disturb him.

alex blinks those long lashes at him, and smiles. it's a smile so soft that it makes henry's chest ache.

it's a smile that speaks volumes.

'hey,' alex says.

'hi, love.' henry smiles too.

alex shifts closer. his gaze drifts to henry's mouth.

henry's always thought of himself as the quiet, reserved one. alex, henry is learning, has his moments too.

but as their lips meet, the whole world is what seems to go quiet.

it's the most beautiful sound henry thinks he’s ever heard.

[snigepippi]

This sounds a bit too anti-medication to me.

But I agree that there is way too little study of the psychobiological variations in the human brain.

However it is damn hard to design ethical experiments on human brains.

Currently there is a lot of interest in epigenetic changes (when some genes are permanently turned off or on) in the brain, regarding disorders. Because a lot of disorders have been correlated to specific gene clusters, but not everyone with these gene clusters get severe disorders, and the severity varies a lot. So the suggestions are that how genes are regulated affect the brain. And epigenetic changes can be triggered by nurture and events in life, and it would be awesome if we could prevent bad cases, by knowing what to do and what not to do. Not to mention working more on changing the epigenetic regulations.

But how can you learn which genes are turned off or on? Sadly we need actual brain samples. Because the non-brain cells will likely have tuned all these genes off. Why would blood cells from a blood sample have brain regulation genes turned ontoff? They are unnecessary for blood cells, so the genes are all turned off and packed tightly. We need brain tissue, preferably from many places in the brain. And that is considered very unethical to take from mostly healthy brains. We don't even do it on dead people, without their consent.

What is mostly done in studying the psychobiology, is doing in vitro testing, making mice or rats who express the same disorders, and even give them the genes we suspect have an effect. And of course asking people to donate brains after death. But even if rodents are the closest family to primates and dead brains do keep some of the epigenetic changes. It is not optimal.

Also to understand what triggers epigenetic changes, we really need to start with the maternal grandmother of the study subject, as the epigenetic changes in her ovaries affect at least the next two generations. On humans that is very long studies. (Even if we were very unethical it would take around 40 years to get a teen brain to study.) And extra unethical if we want to expose the families to suspected triggers. We do it on mice, but while genomes of mice are close to us, there are also some major differences. For instance humans have more non-coding DNA (junk-DNA) than most other species. Non-coding DNA make a lot of regulatory RNA that aren't recognisable genes, and RNA is fickle and fiddly to work with.

Same with the biochemistry. We cannot really tell much about the exact biochemistry in a human living brain. Because we need to take a look on the exact cells, to really know what's going on.

The reason why we use the effect of medication to make conclusions, is that it indirectly tells something about the biochemistry of the brain. We know how this drug tend to affect other cells, and then extrapolate what it might do to brain biochemistry, without having to take a brain sample.

We can still do more than we are doing now.

But as always the minorities, the poor and the powerless are more often ignored by medical science. And unfortunately disorders and poverty often go together. And when you have bad mental health, it's hard to find the time and energy to fight for better treatment.

if you look into the history of biopsychiatric research you will often find a tension between the search for new drugs and the search for a biological cause of specific disorders. often, as soon as a medicine is found that performs slightly better than placebo in one clinical trial, its workings are then retroactively explained by a “new insight” into the workings of the disorder (see the dopamine theory of schizophrenia, or the lithium theory of bipolar disorder). describing the disorder as resulting of a specific imbalance in brain chemistry helps legitimize the existence of the diagnosis; describing the drug as correcting that imbalance helps sell it. discussing lithium, johanna moncrief says: “without it the treatment for mania and schizophrenia would appear indistinguishable (as they more or less are), the justification for diagnosis would be undermined and the whole disease-centred conception of modern psychiatric drug treatment would start to look fragile.”

both of those processes often develop in parallel to each other in a process that is famous for poor methodology and unreplicable results. often the same drug is presented in various new ways (“we know it works, we just didn’t know why until now!”, rinse and repeat) - or sold for a different diagnosis (while still asserting its disease-specific action) to keep the sales up, by funding new studies so that anyone pointing out this pattern can be dismissed as ignoring scientific progress.

[theliving-radio]

Hi :D I've read your Big Brother Malleus headcanons and I love them a lot. I don't know if you take requests but... I've been wondering on what would happen in the following scenarios:

Reader gets involved in a mishap during class and gets turned into a little kid by accident. While Ace, Deuce, Grim, and the teachers try to find a way to fix this, Reader starts crying and screams that they want their Big Brother.

Angsty bit: someone with a grudge against the Draconias finds out that the Reader is Malleus' younger sibling and kidnaps them.

You don't need to write anything you're not comfortable with. Just wanted to share some of my ideas for when a Protective Big Brother Malleus will appear.

1) I love this idea so much, so here’s a writing short~

Professor Crewel passes the neatly wrapped up, toddler Prefect to the three idiots to prepare making an antidote.

Ace held you away from him like you would give him a some weird crazy disease from your tiny chubby self.

“Oh my Sevens… Ace, hold them properly!”

“I am holding them!”

“Not PROPERLY!”

“Mrah! Pass them to me! I’ll carry them! They’re my hench-human after all!”

“Grim, they are like the same size as you but heavier!”

“I’m strong enough!”

All three of them argued over one another, the noise from them starting to hurt your little head. And so you did the only thing you could do to get out of these idiots hold.

Cry.

It started out as a small sniffle and then increased to loud wailing. All three of your friends stop what they’re doing and go back to focus on you.

“Hey, why are you crying? It’s ok! Look, big brother Ace is here!” Ace raises you in the air and started making an engine sound with his mouth, trying to mimic a plane sound as he pretended you were the plane!

His movements only caused you to cry harder.

“Mal Mal!” Ace stops his movements when he heard you scream out for a certain fae.

“Uh oh.” Deuce also paused as he, Ace, and Grim slowly turn their heads to the classroom door as they heard the sound of loud footsteps steps running in the hallway.

The classroom door slams open to reveal Malleus in the doorway, scanning the almost empty classroom. His eyes land on you, your tiny figure crying in Ace’s hold.

Was that you? It couldn’t be…

But you confirmed Malleus’s thought when you sniffled and started making grabby hands towards him, letting out sad miserable sobs that broke his poor dragon heart.

Malleus was over to the four of you in an instant, stealing you away from Ace to hold you close to himself.

“Hey-,”

“My poor, sweet, Baby sibling. You do not need to fear anymore. Big Brother is here now.” Malleus ignored Ace, having his full attention on you.

Malleus held your small body close to his chest and rocked his body side to side, lulling you into a deep sleep. Your hiccups and sobs were no more, just the sound of your soft snores as the fae continues to hold you.

Malleus smiles down at this small baby version of you. His baby sibling, (who is an actual baby now) was adorable. You had your face squished up against his chest and your tiny hand was gripping his school jacket.

Ace and Deuce were in awe seeing the dragon fae take special care of you, how gently he handled your infant form.

Grim on the other hand wasn’t really impressed. He’s seen Malleus try and baby you before and you usually swat him away playfully, so this wasn’t really new.

Malleus turns to face the people who caused the problem in the first place. Ace and Deuce thought they were gonna die right then and there. Instead, the fae smiled at them.

“Both of you are lucky that your mishap has created something positive out of it. I already assume Professor Crewel is making something to reverse the process?”

“Yeah… He said we have to take care of the Prefect for the time being.”

“Absolutely not.” Malleus dismissed Deuce, “I shall be the one looking after my Baby Sibling. I am their Big Brother after all.”

Malleus proudly walks away from the three, going back to his dorm and to ask Lilia if he has Silver’s old baby carrier.

He knows you aren’t gonna be like this forever, but he’s gonna use all the time he has to savor this opportunity. Big Brother Malleus is gonna take good care of his Baby Sibling.

2) Now for the kidnapping bit, I wouldn’t think it would be much of angst. Just more of-

You were currently sitting in a chair.

In an office.

Inside the Royal Sword Academy.

Facing Headmage Ambrose who looked as equally as annoyed as you were.

And right beside you was the cause of the reason why you were here.

Standing beside you was a student from Royal Sword, who also happened to be a Prince, standing proudly at his accomplishment.

And what did he accomplish?

Kidnapping you apparently. You were minding your own damn business, having a nice walk with Malleus… when this asshole on a white horse came out of no where and swiftly stole you away from your peaceful walk.

Like excuse you???

“Prince Etienne, please… can you explain to me, one last time, why you brought Mx (Y/n) here?” Ambrose finally spoke up as he adjusted his spectacles, looking at the one named Etienee.

“It’s just like I said, Headmage. I’ve been hearing news about a poor, magic-less student suffering at Night Raven. Clearly, the school had to be taking care of them, right? Yet I couldn't stop my concern..." Etienne crossed his arms and closed his eyes, recounting the events on what he saw.

"So, I rode over to the school, hoping to maybe see the Prefect and how they are doing. But when I made it to the school, what do I see? This poor Defenseless student being attacked by one of their peers! He was about to hit them!"

At the time of your kidnapping, Malleus was teasing you due to the height difference and was about to ruffle your hair... but before he was able to do so, you were taken away.

Did he think Malleus was gonna hit you? Malleus would probably curse himself for eternity if he was to hurt you. Just two weeks ago, the poor idiot locked himself away when he accidentally stepped on your toe. He sent you a chest full of jewels from his own hoard as an apology!

"-so I took action! I couldn't stand by and watch another get hurt! I told my horse to pick up the speed. I was able to grab them by the back of their shirt and lift them up and onto my steed! From there I immediately rode back here and away from their attacker."

Attacker?! Malleus!?

But Etienne didn't seem to care or listen. Even when he took you away, you threw insult after insult at him, yet he did not care.

Ambrose pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a long sigh.

"Excuse me, Headmage?"

"Yes, Prefect?"

You point over at Etienne, "I wish to report this student for harassment and disturbing the peace... My peace."

Etienne quickly turns to you and dares to look offended... HIM! Offended!

"Why are you reporting me?! I saved you!"

"Saved me from what? Getting my hair messed up? Being teased by a friend?"

"He was going to hit you!"

"Bullshit!"

Ambrose watches as you and Etienne bicker at each other. He sighs and stands from his desk... and that's when he feels it...

A powerful source of Magical Energy was fastly approaching this very room...

Suddenly, the Headmages' office doors slam open, and the room is illuminated by a bright flash of lightning, followed by the sound of rolling thunder. There stood a tall and intimidating figure; the only sound heard from them was the heavy breathing and the small whisps of fire escaping from his mouth.

Malleus Draconia in the flesh looked like he was just about to kill someone.

Before you were able to greet him, Etienne pulls you closer to him and raises his mage pen, pointing it right at Malleus. Seeing you so close to the human prince caused Malleus to growl.

When the situation looked like it was getting too much, Ambrose flicked his wrist and took Etienne's pen away, flicked his wrist again and had you both separated, then motioned for Malleus to come inside his office.

The dragon fae huffed out his nose, letting out smoke as he began to make his way across the room. Etienne turned to Headmage Ambrose, his expression of pure shock. "Headmage! This is the student I saw-!"

"What took you so long, Horton?" You interrupted Etienne, giving Malleus a playful smirk, making the fae move his murderous glare from the prince to you. His expression changed so quickly to one of worry as he strode over to you and began to pat down your body.

"Are you ok? Did you get hurt anywhere? I'm so sorry it took so long for me to get here, I was processing what happened before my eyes." You laugh as Malleus explains himself, still patting down your body to see if you had any cuts or bruises on you.

Etienne's jaw dropped as he watched the student from before, who tried to hurt you, was looking for any injuries on your person. Ambrose lets out a small chuckle as he goes back to sit at his desk. The Prince turns to the Headmage, who clearly wanted to know what was going on, but didn't know how to ask.

"Prince Etienne, I know that I, and many of your teachers, have told you to stop jumping to conclusions. You always assume something before examining the full situation," Amborose motioned to Malleus, who seemed less concerned about the other two humans in the room as he was nonstop checking on your well-being. "This is Prince Malleus Daconia. Future King to Briar Valley."

Malleus took his glove off and pressed the back of his hand against your forehead. "Are you getting a fever? You feel slightly warm..."

"Malleus, it's been like 45 minutes, how would I have gotten a fever within that period?"

"Humans have a weaker immune system than fae, so I wouldn't be surprised if a certain human prince gave you an illness..." Malleus shifted his gaze to Etienne, going back to the death glare he was originally giving him.

“You looked like you were about to hit them!”

“And why, pray tell, would I ever hit my Baby Sibling?”

The room fell silent from the bombshell Malleus just dropped.

You stuck your hand up, adding to what he said “Adopted! He adopted me as his sibling, and I’m ok with that.”

“Baby Sibling.”

“We are not starting this conversation again.” You huff and crossed your arms. Malleus couldn’t help but chuckle at the obvious pout you gave him.

In that moment, Etienne watched as Malleus lifted his hand up… and ruffled your hair…

He got the situation all wrong…

“I apologize for my behavior!” Etienne bows towards you and Malleus. “I really thought the Mx (Y/n) was in some sort of danger! So I acted out without thinking!”

Malleus grew quiet as he looked down at the human Prince, clearly asking for forgiveness from his past actions. The Fae only lets out a huff and steps closer to Etienne.

“I am not entirely happy that you ‘rescued’ my dear Baby Sibling… but, I do admire the fact you sprung into action just to protect them, even when there was no danger around.” Malleus’s words caused Etienne to look up at the dragon fae, confusion written on his face. Malleus continued, “My Baby Sibling was not in any danger, yet when you believed they were, you took action. I admire that. And you were unaware of our relationship, so it would make sense you assumed the worst.”

Etienne picked himself up, his face burning from the embarrassment and the praise Malleus gave him. He nervously scratched the back of his neck and turn towards you. “I also apologize for… not listening to you when you said you were in any danger.”

You wave his words off, “Don’t worry about it. It’s not the first time I was kidnapped.”

“What?”

“Are we done here Headmage?” Malleus’s turned to Ambrose who rose from his chair.

“Yes, again I apologize for the trouble my student has caused. Please, allow me to escort you out.”

Ambrose walks ahead as you and Malleus trailed after him, leaving behind the human Prince.

Etienne rubs his hands over his face and lets out a sigh. Truth be told, he was aware of Malleus Draconia. He was aware who the Dragon Fae was. Sevens, his kingdom was right next to his!

But he was never aware that there was a new Draconia in the picture. Etienne furrows his brows as he looks back towards your retreating form.

Were you going to be ok?

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Sorry for the long response back!

Also it occurred to me that now, Malleus will barge into any room if his Baby Sibling was in danger, or just called out to him lol. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this!

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Commission for bunny

Request: Naga hypno-dom bf x chubby fem reader who has a high stress job

Stress-relief system

Naga x chubby fem!reader || mind control (implied), oral sex, dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics (light), double penetration

“Honey, I’m homeeee!” You hear him calling from the door, but you are still a few hours away from finishing your current task even though your head hurts like a bitch. You curse internally, already predicting what is going to happen once he sees you. You promised you wouldn’t overdo it, but your brain is hurting and you have so much to do still...

“In here,” you call out as you hear him washing his long tail in the special naga fountain at the entrance. You lowkey hate that he has to do that everyday, but you also know is better to keep the house clean that way.

He enters the room and stares at you sitting miserably, looking at your screen. “Why are you still working? Weren’t you supposed to finish like an hour ago?” You know that tone, that tone is the worried husband’s tone, the one that says you are about to get punished for working too much.

“Yes, but then something else came up and I…” You try to explain, every word sounds like a poor excuse.

He cuts you: “You need to relax.” His authoritative tone makes your insides twitch, you want to hear more of that tone, but the list of tasks on your screen is screaming at you to keep working until you finish them.

“I need to finish this project before the deadline,” you retort, a bit annoyed by the whole situation.

You want more than anything to join him in a cuddle session and maybe prepare dinner together, but you need to work. It’s a discussion you have over and over, how you work too much and he doesn’t want you to overdo it. He’s seen the worst part of your stressed self, the one that cries before bed and wakes up in the middle of the night with anxiety so bad you can barely breathe.

“You need to relax,” he repeats, lower and slower this time.

You know what he’s doing, you can feel the tickles in the back of your head and the way your body let’s go of the tension. Your shoulders don’t feel rigid anymore, and your whole head stops hurting, a warm caress from the inside out making you a bit dizzy. It feels like a warm bath on a cold day and you feel every cell in your body reacting to his presence.

“But I…” You try to argue without much intent behind your words, but his hand covers your head and you feel the rest of your stress diluting. He chuckles, caressing the side of your face and lowering his towering body to kiss your forehead.

“Relax,” his voice carries a hint of something you can’t pinpoint, but your body obeys. “Now you are going to push your chair back, and you are going to walk to the sofa in the living room. You are going to take your clothes off and you are going to spread those cute human legs completely, holding your legs back so I can have full access to your pretty pussy. Understood?” You nod, your body languid as you do as told, walking into the living room as you leave your clothes behind.

You can hear him picking everything up with a chuckle, mumbling: “Such a good girl when she’s on it…” You can feel the blush covering your cheeks as you position yourself like an offering.

He appears in your field of vision with his hands full of your clothes and his dicks already leaking in front of him. You fucking love that nagas don’t wear clothes most of the time. It’s fucking fantastic that his dicks are inside his body and you can see exactly how excited it makes him to see you all spread and submissive thanks to his touch.

“Look at that, you know how to obey when you want to, don’t you, honey?” You nod, your face burning like hot lava. “Are you comfortable in that position?” You nod again, your body completely relaxed as you hold your legs back. You know in other circumstances you wouldn’t like to be so exposed, but the tickle in your brain is still there, making you feel cozy and warm.

He doesn’t want for an answer, you aren’t sure you can even speak, he lowers his torso and curls his tail under him, the perfect position to…

“Oh fuck!” You can definitely talk, and you can most than definitely curse when his forked tongue finds your clit and both sides of the double tip play with your pear like his life depends on it.

You can feel his smirk against your labia, and it only makes your blood boil faster. You can feel your juices gushing as he licks up and down your clit. Your head is thrown back as he takes his time worshiping your cunt, his clever tongue driving you into the next dimension. And just when you feel like you are about to come… he stops.

“No! No! Continue, please. Please don’t stop!” Your pleas are met with a soft laugh, his body disappearing from between your legs as he slithers to the cupboard next to the table, a bottle of lube appearing in his hand.

“I need to prep your sweet holes, honey, I can’t have you all empty, can I?” You shake your head, desperate for his touch again.

He approaches you slowly, his big body making you feel like a prey as your body relaxes once again. He lowers his head again, the tip of his fangs gracing your clit and making you scream in ecstasy for a second. Is not enough to drive you over the edge, but is more than enough to bring you very close to it. He chuckles again, the cap of the lube very loud as he opens it, squirting some over your asshole.

You let out a yelp, as he pushes two fingers right in. You are used to his rough treatment, and only makes you want to relax more. You know the tingle in your brain has something to do with it, but you don’t care. You can only care about the way his fingers feel inside of you, how good he’s stretching you and how soon he’ll be fully inside.

“What do you want, honey? Tell me what you need.” You beg a little, only pleas leaving your mouth as your legs tremble around his big shoulders. “Words, honey. I need you to say it.”

“I need… I need your cocks. Please. Please. Your cocks!” You know your tone is more than high, you are pretty sure your neighbors across the street can hear you with their monster hearing, but you don’t fucking care.

You feel so empty and so ready to be fucked you can’t care about a thing that is not him. You let out another plea, and he swoons at you, sounding very condescending but only making your pussy wetter. He pushes his torso up, his free hand finding your pussy and pushing three fingers inside.

The combination of fingers in your holes is what does it, sending your body into a fast and rough orgasm that leaves you breathless. You scream his name as he squirts some lube on his cocks, positioning them over your holes and slowly pushing inside.

You tighten around his lengths when he’s halfway in, making him curse over you, a frown appearing on his face. “What a naughty, naughty human…” He reaches down and slaps your clit softly, but with enough force to make you cry out as your pussy gushes around him, adding to the lubrication. He huffs at your reaction, amused. “What a dirty pussy you have, honey… Always so eager to swallow me in…”

His words make your eyes cross, your toes curling next to his shoulders as he pushes the last centimeters inside your welcoming heat. And then your body collapses, another orgasm rushing over you and sending you into a spiral of pleasure. You feel so full, so very full… It’s the best sensation of the world. It doesn’t matter how many times he fucks you, every time feels as good (or better) than the last.

He grunts over your body, and next thing you know he’s fucking you like a madman, releasing all his frustrations on your poor holes as he drills in and out of you. And it feels fucking phenomenal. He starts chatting then, telling you about how you promised not to overwork, how you promised him that you’d take better care of yourself and you lied… With each statement he pushes further into you, your body folds like a pretzel as he fucks you like a monster, your mouth open in a silent scream as you see white because of the pleasure.

“Are you going to be good now? Are you going to be a good little human and obey when I say so?” You nod eagerly. You’d agree to anything if he keeps fucking you like that.

And then he pinches your clit and you let out a shout so loud you are sure all the birds from the neighborhood just flew away, your whole body seizing under him as he pushes erratically inside of you and fills your holes with enough come to make you feel stuffed like a turkey. You can feel your juices and his come mixing and gushing around his length, the utter mess making it all hotter.

You let out a final sigh as your body shakes one last time, and you melt against the sofa, his big body covering you completely. “Are you relaxed now?” He asks with a little huff against your neck, his tongue caressing your jugular.

“Very…” You respond with a dreamy sigh, your whole body feels languid and spent, and your brain definitely doesn’t hurt anymore, it’s just quiet and tranquil, no stress remaining.

Having a naga husband is the perfect way to let your brain shut off… with a little bit of help.

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you want me to pretend? | two

SERIES MASTERLIST

pairing: college!basketball!captain!rafe x college!student!reader content: fluff, college au, smau/irl, flashbacks

summary: You were trying to make one problem disappear. You were tired, so you lied. That small lie led you to contact the last person you wanted to ask for help. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Rafe; only that you didn’t want to deal with his constant teasing more than you already did. Also, you two weren't that close, but this one lie was going to bring you two closer and maybe help some truths come to light.

word count: 1.2k

authors note: this has been so fun to make. thank you everyone for the support and for loving it just as much as I do.

01 | 02 | 03

2 months ago

“Thank you,” you said as you and Angie walked back to the lake house.

“For what? You know you are an honorary Griffin” 

“Yeah but that doesn’t mean I will stop thanking you or your family for always being so nice” 

“Well, you are very welcome and I’m glad this helped to get your mind off things” 

“You always know huh?” 

“What can I say?” she chuckled as you two walked inside “Let’s go get changed and then we can prepare some snacks for the bonfire”

Monday

After your last class, you went to grab some snacks and head to the library. On your way there, you crossed paths with Kie and Cleo. 

“Got any plans right now?” Cleo asked you.

“Not really, I was going to the library to finish some assignments.” 

“Pope just called us, and we’re meeting up with them at Sarah’s apartment since it’s the closest one.” 

“We were about to text you to see if you could come.” 

“I would love to; let me go for my car then. Do you guys need a ride?” You asked since you knew they usually carpooled with JJ or Pope to come to college.

“Yes, please,” they both said at the same time. 

You three made it to Sarah’s apartment. You had enough time to work on some of your assignments and just hang out with them before you had to go back to your house to have dinner with your parents. Eventually, you said your goodbyes to everyone.

“Let me walk you out,” Sarah said with a smile, “Glad you could come; next week let’s get together, just the girls.” You nodded. 

“Sounds like a plan, let’s talk in the group chat to decide what day and what to do.” 

“For sure, drive safe!”

–

With that, you made your way to your car and drove back home. You arrived at your house, announced you were home once you were inside, and then went straight to your room to change clothes. Once you had changed, you grabbed your phone and headed to the dining room, feeling nervous.

You always talked with your parents while you all ate. Tonight was no exception. It started as a normal "How was your day?" but quickly turned into your mom’s new favorite topic: your love life, or lack thereof. You knew she meant well, but it had been getting on your nerves, and today it had pushed you to your limit.

This time, it wasn’t just your mother tormenting you with questions and comments; your dad had also chimed in with his opinion about your love life. So, you interrupted your mom before she could add something else to the discussion.

"I’m already seeing someone; I just didn’t want to tell you guys in case it didn’t work out," you lied, thinking that would end their intense questioning.

"Oh, that’s great, honey! What’s his name?" your mom asked, her face beaming with a smile. She couldn’t have been any happier if she tried, but she had put you on the spot. Correction: you had put yourself on the spot.

Your brain froze; panic was setting in, and your phone didn’t stop vibrating. You grabbed it to see who was texting you so urgently, and before you could process what you were about to do, his name slipped out of your mouth. It was more like a question, but it was done. You said his name, and now you couldn’t take it back.

"We would love to meet him, honey. Invite him over on Friday for dinner with us." You tried to come up with an excuse, but it was all in vain.

"We want to meet the guy. If it’s been over two months, it’s serious," your dad said, leaving you with no choice but to accept.

"Yeah… I will talk to him then," you sounded convincing, even though you were still panicking on the inside.

After dinner was over, you went to your room and decided to ignore what had just happened and finally answer the barrage of texts and finish the statistics presentation you had for the next day. You would deal with the situation after the presentation—first a good grade, then finding a boyfriend for Friday night.

Tuesday

Presentation first, then panic—that was your mantra for the day. When you decided on one thing, you did it, so you had avoided thinking about your little big problem throughout the whole morning and class. 

The presentation was a success, just as planned. Seeing Rafe had made you feel a bit guilty; you had dragged him into your problem, albeit he didn’t know yet, and you weren’t actually sure if he would ever find out. You could always find a random guy and make him pretend to be Rafe, but you knew that never in a million years would you approach a stranger and ask him to be your fake boyfriend for a night.

Today

After your much-needed talk with Angie yesterday, you decided you were going to ask Rafe. You had been repeating to yourself all day that the worst thing that could happen was him saying no. The problem was that you were extremely anxious about even asking the question.

You knew where he was because Wednesdays were typically his "I can’t get together today" day since he had practice around noon and physical training around 5. One thing you could admit about Rafe was that he was dedicated and disciplined with classes and basketball. So, in a positive light, if he were to say yes, you knew he would make it right.

When you finally reached the basketball court, you saw him in the distance dribbling a ball and making a shot. Three-pointer! That was the only thing you knew about basketball. As you got closer and entered his field of vision, he scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. It was unusual for you to show up while he was in practice. He let his coach know he was going to take five, and the coach nodded back.

He left the ball on the side of the court, grabbed his water bottle to take a sip, and right before standing in front of you, he lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face.

“Y/N, what brings you here?” 

“What? I can’t just come and walk around?” 

“Right, because you like basketball that much to come see us practice,” he smirked.

“It could be a new hobby, you know.” 

“Right, right, because you love to learn new things.” His eyes never left your face. “So what brings you here, princess? Wanted to see me?” he teased, and you shook your head, a slight blush creeping in. You were starting to feel anxious again.

“Yes, but not in the way you think, so wipe that smirk off your face,” you composed yourself, sounding as sure of yourself as you could. 

“Okay, then tell me how I can help you,” he said, still smiling.

“I have a favor to ask… it’s a bit unusual and big, but I really need help…” His face turned serious; he could notice how anxious you were. Your cheeks were starting to flush, and you were playing with your fingers.

“Yeah, tell me.” 

“Okay, so…”

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'truth is great and shall prevail'

matt murdock x reader | matt needing comfort & reassurance from the one he loves most

first DDBA!matt imagine. this show has re-fueled my love for writing him so i hope you enjoy! this one is fluffy and a lil angsty

the sounds of shuffling stirs you awake, limbs sprawling and stretching on your shared mattress as sunlight invades your vision. your eye opens just enough to read the time - 7:24.

a yawn escapes you just as matt turns around from the space in his closet. you smile softly. "morning, baby."

he walks over to your side of the mattress fastening his suit jacket. the sun hits his features just right, illuminating the perfectly intricate curves and angles of his face. his eyes glow a bright green-yellow, the crinkle of his smile briefly blocking their depth. "g'morning, pretty girl. how'd you sleep?"

the only response you can muster is a soft 'mmm' of contentment, letting him know: i slept well. he smiles, caressing your cheek like you'd break under his touch if he used too much force. your life with matt is nothing short of amazing, but mornings spent together take the cake. the softness of rustling in the sheets together, limbs tangled throughout the night; the warmth from matt's chest as he lays against your back, the pure comfort of resting your tired body against his. it truly is domestic heaven.

matt returns a 'mmm' in approval of your good sleep, kissing your forehead and lingering. you breathe deeply, taking in his scent that intoxicates you, wakes you up more than coffee ever could. it's musky, woody. not too strong for his heightened senses, but just enough to drive you mad. a hand moves onto his thigh, caressing and kneading the same way he does to you after a long day's work.

the ghost of matt's lips leave your skin feeling empty and cool as he sits back up, looking almost apologetic.

"today's the court meeting. wish i could stay here with you." he continues to gaze at you with a sorry expression, giving away the verity of his words. you take his hand and press a kiss to his palm.

" 's okay, honey. want them to see how good my husband is."

he laughs, still not used to the term. husband. it rings in his ears, only intensifying his insatiable need to be around you as much as possible.

"only wanna make you proud, sweetheart."

"you always do," you utter with the smile that never really left, because that's what matt does to you. his infectious spirit seeps into every fibre, imprinting himself, damning you to a lifetime of his wondrous company.

his expression turns serious all of a sudden, eyebrows fixed like he’s been taken off guard by something worrisome. he stares at you. his gaze is so intense it almost tricks you into thinking he is truly seeing you. the muscles of his thighs go taught, his hand stilling on your hip. his mouth opens once, twice before speaking.

"you know," he clears this throat. "i'm not one to admit to fear, but...i am nervous. about today." he looks away, now also fearing your judgment. he tries to hide his shame, but the way his hand twitches ever so slightly, like his body is wired to brace for disaster, gives it all away. you know him too well.

"hey," you sit up, all tiredness leaving your body. your hand takes his. "it's okay to be nervous, matt. you're human just like the rest of us."

as you speak, his fingers find solace in fiddling with your wedding ring. "i always had a vision for the person i wanted to marry when the time came. you gave me that and then some, matt. you're a damn good lawyer with a good heart. every time you step foot in the courtroom, you prove that to be true a hundred times over."

his gaze is back on you, staring just hard as before but differently, longingly. he heard the way your heart beat steady, the way it kept a stable rhythm. of course you were telling the truth, you had no reason to lie about this. and yet, the voice in the back of his mind taints his judgement as it so often does. he thanks God he's the only one with super hearing, his heart beating twice as fast as yours.

he fails to articulate how your sentiment made him feel, so he grabs your chin and kisses you instead. his tongue swiping on your lip at first contact, hungry for a taste of you. aching to savor every drop of your sweet, poisonous words. it didn't matter to him that you had just woken up, that the heat of your breath might've turned anyone else away. matt would take you in every state, every form. he pulls you onto his lap, grabbing at the flesh of your ass. molding, kneading, squishing. he can't get enough of you. tugging on the curls at the nape of his neck, he groans.

"fuck--" he hovers just above your lips. "i really should get going, honey. 'm sorry." he kisses one last time, making it count. with a final tap on your behind, he pulls away and gently scoots you back into bed. matt grabs his cane from its spot against the wall, exhaling as if purging the anxiety from his core. you tap on the mattress, signaling his attention.

"go get em, baby."

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A/N: Part three was posted back in January. Where did all the time go? Sorry, pookies!! Part four is here, and updates will be a bit more regular (hopefully)! Remember, my inbox is open. Share your opinions and requests!! I hope you guys enjoy this one. The calm before the storm. Also I'm not sure how hospitals work in america, I'm british so like...

PART 1 -> PART 2 -> PART 3 -> PART 3.5 TW: Substance abuse, abuse, alcoholism, relapse, self-harm, neglect etc

𐙚"Nothing about the way that you were treated ever seemed especially alarming 'til now" -Harry Styles𐙚

You didn't stay long at the hospital; you never liked them. The same sterile cleanliness that brought others comfort-caused you to feel uneasy. It was almost like the shine of every surface was judging you.

Damian, ever the protective brother, had been visiting the maximum number of hours. One time, the nurses almost had to drag him out. The thought almost makes you smile; he does care. You wonder what excuse he's telling Bruce, but only for a second. You didn't like thinking about your father that much

Sitting at the edge of the bed, you watched him hold onto your bag. You wanted to give him a smile, just to reassure him, but you couldn't. You had already lied enough, and he had made it clear how much he hated your lies. Just as you were about to get up, your phone vibrated in your hands. It was the first time someone called you first; it caused your jaw to clench.

Your palms now feel sweaty. Why was Alfred calling? You should answer. You should answer. He had been the only one that was sending you constant messages, of course you should pick up.

With a shaky breath, you answer the call. In your best 'I'm doing amazing as always' voice, you said hello. Even if you could feel a lump start to form in your throat, it was believable.

"Ah, hello, Miss. I know it's rather early, but it's been a while since I've heard your voice."

His words were so soft, and now you want to cry again. Because you didn't deserve to be spoken to like this; you didn't deserve the gentleness. The lump in your throat was starting to sting as you tried to form an answer.

"Yeah...sorry about the sudden leave-"

"It's alright, Miss. I'm sure you had your reasons."

The way he cut you off, something seemed wrong. There was a long silence followed after, your eyes were starting to sting now. Looking at Damian, who was already glaring at you, you just waited for Alfred to say something, but he didn't. He waited for your voice, waited for your words. It didn't make sense to you, did he know? No. He couldn't. You trusted Damian.

"I...did. I just had to take some time to clear my head." Your words quieter than what you wanted.

"I thought so, but may ask where?"

"...excuse me?"

You didn't mean to sound as nervous as you did, but what did he mean by that? Maybe you were just being paranoid, and maybe you shouldn't have answered his call, but it felt so weird. Usually he would believe everything you said.

"I went over to your apartment to drop off some food, but you weren't there. It seemed empty, and cold."

"Ah."

You couldn't say more; there was a pit forming in your stomach. It was foolish, but you ended the call abruptly. Your phone landed on the springy mattress while your hands held your face. It was only for a moment; your hands ran through your hair as you got up and offered Damian a smile. You hoped that it looked real, and you hoped all of your energy looked real.

"Thanks for the help, bud." You say, picking up your phone again, the mere action making your palms sweaty. It vibrated again, a notification. You swallowed thickly, pushing everything down. You breathed a sigh of relief as you saw that it was only Roy. God, did you need him right now

Roy: Hey Im here now :) Roy: meeting me in the car park?

Damian watched as your whole demeanour changed just because of two messages. Your shoulders aren't as tense, and your face softens. How could you just do that? Why weren't you angry? He sure as hell was. He gripped your bag tighter, looking down at his feet nervously. Of course, he hadn't told anyone yet- how would he? But it's been hard keeping it in. Especially since no one seems to care.

"Her apartment's empty? So what? It wouldn't be the first time."

You breathed in the not so fresh air, it was still better than that room. You felt like you were going to go crazy if your were surrounded by those white walls any longer. You walked around the car park, looking for that familiar number plate. It had been a while since you'd seen Roy, your recent conversations have purely been behind a screen.

"Who is picking us up?" Damian asked, trying to look at your phone.

"Oh it's just Roy."

"...Harper?" He repeated with something a bit too close to disdain.

"Yeah, Roy. Why do you sound like that? Why do you look like that?"

You asked, referring to the face Damian now put on. It almost made you laugh. Your family had mixed opinions on Roy.

You, for one, adored him. He was a lot different from the loud, opinionated party boy you knew; he changed. He changed just the right amount to raise a beautiful little kid. Plus he was probably the only one that cared about your sobriety.

You tap your foot against the cold concrete, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet space. Your eyes flicker from your phone to Damian, whose expression is unreadable. The air feels almost suffocating again, thin, as if it’s pressing against your chest. You glance back at your phone, pretending to check for messages, but all you can think about is the way his eyes won't meet yours.

The cold wind stings your face, each gust reminding you of the chill that has settled between you two. It wasn't fair, you hated that you just expected him to be normal after all of this. But obviously he wouldn't be, what did you expect? The moment stretches, the silence so thick it’s uncomfortable—like you’re both waiting for something to break but neither of you knows what to say. Thank fully you eyes meet a different green pair, they're softer. They've got an odd look of sadness in them, you're just happy He's here.

Roy, he's finally in Gotham. It feels like forever, and sadly he's here because you fucked up. Royally fucked up.

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A/N: Sorry about this being short, chapter four is gonna be out sonner and hopefully longer. <3

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second impressions | joaquín torres x fem!reader

READ PART ONE HERE Pairing: Joaquín Torres x Fem!Reader Summary: After making a terrible first impression on you, Joaquín goes back to the Avengers Training Facility in hopes of making a better second impression on you... but you have other ideas. Warnings: Mentions of fighting/combat and food Word Count: 2.1k A/N: I had a few people requesting that I write a second part to First Impressions so I have been working on this for the past couple of days. I am also going to be writing a third part to it as well which will hopefully be up in the next couple of days. Not much happens in this tbh but I still hope you guys enjoy it. I think it has some fun elements to it 💗

When Sam asks Joaquin if he wants to join him for some training at the Avengers Training Facility, there isn’t a second of hesitation before he says yes. He does truly want to learn the art of being the Falcon… the fact that you’re also going to be there is just a bonus.

He even puts on an extra spritz of cologne before he leaves his apartment. The fact that he’s wearing gym gear and therefore doesn’t need cologne doesn’t even cross his mind.

“You sure you’re up for this?” Sam asks him as they walk into the training room. “You seem a little distracted.”

Joaquin shakes his head and tries his best to pretend that he’s not looking for you. He is a little distracted, he can admit that. But it’s just because he’s here and you’re also here somewhere and he hasn’t stopped thinking about you since you body slammed him in this very room two weeks ago. “Nah, man. I’m ready. I’ve never been more ready.”

Sam gives him an amused look. “Yeah, sure…”

He drops his gym bag by the corner of the mat and starts to do some stretching. His body is tense from the drive and he needs to loosen up big time before he starts to train with Sam. He’s fully aware he’s probably going to be getting his ass kicked, but he has to start somewhere, right? He’s a pretty decent fighter when it really comes down to it, but he knows he can do with some improvement.

“So,” Joaquin begins, stretching one of his legs. “Do you think that if I can win in a sparring match with you today, you’ll let me face off with that Black Widow we saw here last time?” He purposely doesn’t use your name in an attempt to make Sam think he’s nonchalant about it all. Sam is well aware he’s the entire opposite.

Sam snorts. “Yeah, in your dreams. Even I wouldn’t fight her.”

Joaquin frowns and stands up straight, momentarily pausing his stretching. “What do you mean you wouldn’t fight her? You’ve fought Super Soldiers, you’ve fought aliens. You even fought a Red Hulk and won. I mean, come on – you totally could!”

Unbeknownst to Joaquin, you’ve slowly been walking up to them for this entire conversation, a small smile on your lips. As you reach them, you casually drape your arm around Joaquin’s shoulders, enjoying the way he tenses beneath your touch.

“Yeah, listen to the kid, Cap. I reckon you could totally take me on.”

Sam rolls his eyes and continues his own stretching. “I could, but I don’t need that kinda humiliation. By the sound of it, though, Joaquin sounds like he’s up for it.”

Joaquin’s eyes widen. “I did not say that.”

You look over at Joaquin, still smiling. “What, are you scared, Torres?”

His breath hitches as he looks at you. Your face is so close to his, closer than its ever been before, and your arm is still wrapped around his shoulders. He’s never been electrocuted before but he’s pretty certain it must feel something like this. “Me, scared?” He attempts to scoff but it comes out as more of a choking sound.

You remove your arm from around his shoulders and move to stand a little in front of him. “Aren’t you here to learn some fighting techniques? C’mon, Torres. I’m a good teacher.”

For the first time probably ever, Joaquin is a little lost for words. He’s looking at you, trying not to think too much about how attractive he finds you, and also trying to convince himself that maybe he should accept a match against you. It’d be a good way to learn… and to get his ass kicked. But if you are the one doing the ass kicking, he could definitely get behind it…

“I’m just teasing,” you say, breaking his train of thought. “I’m not fighting you today.” There’s not a single bone in your body that is willing to fight against someone with such little training compared to your usual partners. When he was better and could really hold his own against you? Sure, that was fair game. But you hadn’t been able to help yourself today when you’d walked into the gym and heard them talking about you. “Do you mind if I watch though?”

Sam shakes his head. “Nah, that’s fine. It’ll probably be good for him to have another set of eyes to see what he needs to improve on.”

“Okay, great,” you hum, starting to walk over to the edge of the mat. You pause by Joaquin and place a hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “You got this, Torres. Oh, and by the way, you smell good.”

Joaquin stares at you, a little bewildered, as you move to sit on the floor by the edge of the mat, leaning up against the concrete wall behind you and stretching your legs out in front of you. Did you actually just say that to him? How the hell was Joaquin meant to fight under these conditions? He’s all hot under the metaphorical collar now.

“Joaquin, you ready?” Sam asks, finishing off his stretching and stepping up onto the mat.

He clears his throat, looks at you one last time, and then nods. “Yeah, I’m ready.” Oh, he’s so screwed. 

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You stay, watching the two men as they spar on the mat in front of you. Sam is good, as you had expected him to be with so much experience under his belt. Joaquin, though, is better than you’d expected. He fights almost as effortlessly as you, although some of his movements are a little clunky in places and he could definitely learn a thing or two about predicting his opponents movements. All things considered, though, you’re impressed.

After the training wraps up for the day, you excuse yourself from the gym and head into the kitchen – a popular place among the Avengers while using the Training Facility. You’re making a sandwich when Joaquin walks into the room.

He has a towel resting over his shoulder and there’s still a sheen of sweat over his skin from the fighting. His hair, which had been neatly styled before, is now a little messy, some strands of it falling over his forehead and softening his face. It’s the first time you’ve seen him outside of the gym and even though you knew that he was good looking before, nothing can prepare you for the strange feeling that erupts in your stomach as he saunters into the room. 

“I guess Avengers eat sandwiches too,” Joaquin says, breaking the silence as he sits on one of the stools on the opposite side of the counter from you. He notices that your eyes are a little unfocused as you look at him, but then you blink and you’re back to normal.

You chuckle. “You say that like we’re some kind of special breed, Torres. I’m a human, too, sweetheart. We humans eat sandwiches.”  

Joaquin is pretty sure he feels his heart stop as you call him sweetheart. He’s not even thinking about the sandwich anymore. All he can think about is the fact that you never refer to him by his first name and the fact that you just gave him a nickname that he hasn’t been called since he worked in a supermarket as a teenager and the older ladies would fawn over how kind and lovely he was.

“Yeah, sandwiches are pretty great…” is all that he can manage to say, his head swimming with thoughts about how you’re so tough, so strong, but how the word sweetheart sounds like music coming from your mouth.

You look at him for a moment. “Are we really gonna stand here talking about sandwiches, Torres?” 

He pauses and attempts to clear his thoughts. “What else would we talk about?”

“I don’t know, but I really don’t feel like trading sandwich secrets with you,” you admit as you grab a knife and cut the sandwich in half before putting it on a plate. You push it to the side, then, and lean down on the bench, looking across it at Joaquin. “I wanna talk about the fact that you wore cologne to a sparring session at the gym.”

Joaquin is glad he’s not eating or drinking. He’s certain he would’ve choked on it. You telling him that he smelled good had been on replay in his mind for the entire sparring match against Sam and had definitely been the reason Sam had gotten a few punches in. He hadn’t thought you’d notice it, letalone mention it, and he’s pretty sure it’s worn off by now considering he’d sweated so much during the fight. But here you are, cornering him about it.

“I wanted to make a better second impression on you than my first one,” he explains, a little sheepishly.

Truthfully, his terrible first impression on you had been weighing on his mind. He’d made a total fool out of himself, even though you’d assured him that he hadn’t. He had decided very quickly that he needed to do better next time.

You look at him for a second and then extend your hand towards him. “Give me your phone for a sec,” you say.

Joaquin furrows his eyebrows. “Why do you want my phone? He replies, mid-way through grabbing it and handing it to you across the counter. There’s nothing on there that he’d be worried about you seeing. Well… apart from a few selfies in his camera roll.

“Because,” you start, taking the phone from him. “I want to put my number in it. We’re on the same team now and if you ever have any questions about fighting techniques or anything similar, shoot me a text and I can help.” You open up his contacts, adding yourself to them. “And because you are not going to make a good impression on me simply by wearing cologne to a sparring session, Torres.”

He takes his phone back from you after you finish adding in your number and places it on the bench in front of him. “How am I going to do that, then?”

“We may be Avengers, Torres, but that doesn’t mean every interaction we have has to be within the walls of this training facility. I’d honestly prefer that they aren’t,” you admit, shrugging your shoulders. “We should meet sometime out in the real world, where we’re just you and me instead of a Black Widow and the Falcon. Get to know more about each other rather than just our fighting styles.”

Joaquin finds himself smiling. He hadn’t expected that from you. According to Sam, you’re one of the best fighters and a damn good Avenger. He’d thought you’d want to keep things that way – co-workers and nothing more. He’s never been an Avenger before so he assumed that would be how it was – his friendship with Sam being the exception. But apparently not.

“You’d actually wanna do that?” He asks, a little in disbelief.

“No, actually. I just said all of that but I didn’t mean a single word,” you reply, deadpan. “Yes, of course I would want to do that, Torres. I do actually have a life outside of being an Avenger, you know. I don’t only exist in this facility.”

A thought pops into Joaquin’s mind… you have a life outside of this place, which means there’s a very possible chance that you might have a partner. Someone you go home to every night, someone that listens to your troubles and fears when it comes to your job.

Almost like you can read his mind, you speak again.

“I’m basically asking you on a date, Joaquin.”

His head snaps up, eyes meeting yours. “You– wait, you and me? You want to go on a date with me? You’re– you’re asking me?”

“What is with you and not believing me when I say things to you?” You laugh a little, shaking your head. “I’m not talking anything serious, hence the word basically, but yes. You don’t need to give me an answer straight away. You should take some time to think on it. This is only the second time we’ve met, after all.”

You stand up straight and pick up the plate with the sandwich before walking around the counter and sliding the plate in front of Joaquin. 

“Eat. You need to regain your strength after getting your ass kicked by Sam,” you hum. “And then text me yes or no once you’ve had some time to think, yeah?”

Before Joaquin can even recover from his shock enough to actually say yes to you, you’re gone. He spins around in his chair, eyes falling on the empty doorway. Then, he turns back around, picks up his phone and types out a message to you.

I don’t need time to think on it. I’m in. Yes.

[ladyfocalors]

Trappola's Guide To Winning (Your Heart)

summary: Ace overhears that you have a crush on someone, and for whatever reason, it bothers him. His solution? Offering to "help" you impress your crush, all while acting like he doesn’t care. His advice is half-serious and half-sabotage, but as time goes on, you notice his mood shifting.

pairing: ace trappola x gn!reader

warnings: miscommunication(?).

word count: 2.3k

ace trappola time! he is such a lying liar and a big denier. writing him was a bit tricky so i went a bit with my gut here. i will just have keep writing/reading about him until i get it! also thank you so much for the love on the riddle fic. i promise i read all your replies and reblogs! they make my day <3

Ace Trappola wasn’t the type to get so hung up on things (that was debatable). So when he overheard you telling Deuce and Grim that you had a crush on someone, he should’ve just let it go.

But he didn't.

"You have a crush?" he had repeated, standing behind you with his arms crossed.

"Were you eavesdropping?" You had turned around, startled.

"Not my fault you were talking so loud," he had shot back, avoiding the question. "Who is it?"

You had pressed your lips together, glancing at Deuce and Grim for help. Grim just cackled and said, "Why do you care? You jealous or somethin', Ace?"

Great question. Why does he care? And no, he was not jealous. Imagine being jealous of an idiot you liked! (He actually didn't know why he cared. Maybe because he was curious. Yeah. That was it.)

"I don't," Ace lied immediately. "I'm just shocked, that's all. I mean, really, Prefect? I thought you had better taste."

You narrowed your eyes. "You don't even know who it is."

"Exactly!" Ace threw up his hands. "I'm already questioning your judgment. What’s so great about this mystery person anyway?"

A small smile tugged at your lips. "I don't know. They’re just… fun to be around, I guess. They always know how to make me laugh."

"Sounds like an idiot." Ace scoffed.

"I like idiots."

Ace scoffed but found himself momentarily stunned into silence. That was the kind of thing people said when they were absolutely down bad, wasn’t it? His stomach twisted uncomfortably. Gross.

"Prefect, you should just ignore him," Deuce advised, probably sensing trouble. "He's just messing with you."

Ace was messing with you, sure. But also, not really. Kind of. His stomach was twisting in an unfamiliar way, a strange discomfort settling into his chest. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like this one bit.

Why did you have to go have a crush? Most importantly, why did he feel like he was losing to someone?

But he was Ace Trappola, and Ace Trappola didn’t lose. Not even to some mystery crush of yours. So he grinned, masking whatever this weird feeling he didn't want to feel was, and said, "Well, whoever it is, you’re in luck. Because, out of the kindness of my heart, I’m willing to help you win them over."

You gave him a questioning look. "Kindness? You sound like the Headmage with that talk."

"That hurts, Prefect. Comparing me to Crowley of all people?" Ace looked very offended.

"Well, forgive me for not trusting your kindness."

"Wow. No faith in me at all, huh?"

"Yeah, ‘cause you're totally not up to something shady." Grim snickered.

Ace shot Grim a withering look before turning to you. "Listen, I'm a romantic genius. Who better to help than me?"

You gave him a flat look. "I can think of a hundred people off the top of my head."

"Wrong," Ace said, leaning in with a grin. "You won't find better advice anywhere else."

"Okay, fine. I will take your so-called advice." You said with a defeated sigh.

Ace had won. Well, sort of.

Winning would be getting you to drop this whole crush thing entirely—something he was starting to want more and more as each minute passed. But for now, he’d settle for the next best thing: being the one you turned to for help.

That meant he had the advantage. That meant he could steer this however he wanted.

(And definitely not in the direction of some other loser getting your attention.)

"Alright, first things first: you gotta get their attention." Ace said, laying on your couch as you busied yourself with assignments, while Deuce peeked at your notes and Grim laid flat on the bed. "Make them notice you. You know, stand out."

You frowned at his words. "I feel like I already stand out. I'm the only magicless student in the whole school."

Ace waved that off. "Yeah, but that’s not the right kind of standing out. Make them curious about you. And you make them jealous."

"What?"

"You heard me." Ace said, tilting his head smugly. "Nothing gets people to realize their feelings faster than a little jealousy. Trust me, works every time."

Deuce looked dubious. "That sounds kind of–"

"–like bad advice?" you finished.

Ace scoffed, sitting up on the couch now. "C’mon, it’s basic psychology. If they see you getting cosy with someone else, they’ll start thinking, ‘Oh no, I’m gonna lose them!’ and boom, feelings unlocked."

"And how’s the Prefect s’posed to do that, huh?" Grim asked.

Ace shrugged. "Dunno. Maybe flirt with someone cool and charming." His grin widened. "Like me, for example."

You felt uneasy. It was stupid. You knew it was stupid. Ace didn’t know he was your crush, which meant you had no right to be upset. Still, hearing him offer you advice even if it sounded terrible and also offer himself so casually made your stomach sink.

You forced a laugh. "How noble of you to volunteer."

"What can I say?" Ace grinned. "I’m a giver."

Deuce frowned. "I don’t think lying is the best way to-"

"Okay, okay, plan B then," Ace cut in. "You should act a little harder to get."

"Harder to get?" you repeated.

"Yeah. Make them work for it." Ace leaned forward with an amused glint in his eye. "I mean, you’re not easy, right?"

Grim made a noise of disgust, and Deuce turned pink. "Ace, that sounds–!"

"I mean personality-wise, you weirdos," Ace huffed, cutting Deuce off for the umpteenth time. "Jeez, get your mind out of the gutter."

Ace ignored him and then turned to you. "But yeah, you should be a little distant. Y’know, act like you don’t care too much."

Act like you don't care too much. The words echoed in your mind. If he liked you, he would be jealous and wouldn't try to help you. Right?

It was fine. You would just take his advice and use it on him. After all, he was your crush. And if he really didn’t feel the same way, then at least you’d have your answer.

For the next few days, you followed Ace’s advice to the dot.

And Ace didn’t catch on. At first.

You made sure to get his attention, like he had said. Not in an over-the-top way, which would be very weird for you, but just enough to throw him off. Like sitting next to Deuce more often during lunch. Smiling a little too enthusiastically at other people. Being just out of reach whenever Ace tried to tug you into whatever ridiculous scheme he had cooking up that day. When he complained, you shrugged and told him, "I’m busy, Ace."

"Oh, busy now, huh?" Ace had scoffed, but he didn’t seem too bothered. Not yet.

The jealousy part took a little more effort, mostly because you weren’t great at flirting and Grim had outright refused to help you with any ideas, calling the whole thing "a pathetic excuse for a love scheme." But you had to be committed to the bit, so you pushed on, casually dropping compliments around Ace—never to him but always near him.

"Deuce, your hair looks nice."

"Jack is really strong, don't you think?"

"Isn't Silver so pretty? He looks like a prince."

Ace didn’t think much of it at first.

Well, he thought about it, but not in the way that meant anything. It was just weird, that’s all. A little annoying. Maybe a tiny bit irritating. But not because it bothered him. No, he wasn’t one of those weirdos who got all jealous just because their best friend was paying attention to other people. That would be ridiculous.

It was just that… who even complimented Deuce’s hair? Deuce had the most normal hair. And Jack? Sure, the guy was strong, but you sounded way too impressed about it. And Silver? Pretty? Like a prince? Okay, maybe, but why did you have to say it out loud?

And why were you so out of reach?

It wasn’t a huge difference, not really. Just enough that made him confused. He’d reach for your sleeve to drag you somewhere, and you’d slip away with some excuse. He’d call your name, and sometimes you’d brush him off.

It didn't matter, he told himself. (He told himself a lot of things lately.)

Things didn't change until Deuce had to smack him (not physically) out of the denial phase.

"You’re so obvious."

Ace blinked out of his daydreams. "What?"

Deuce stared at him like he was the dumbest person alive, which Ace took immediate offense to. He was not dumb. He just… hadn’t figured out whatever Deuce was talking about yet. Which wasn’t his fault, obviously.

"You like them," Deuce said, as if that explained anything.

Ace scoffed. "Duh, I like them. The Prefect is my friend."

"How do you know I was talking about the Prefect?"

Oh… crap. When did Deuce get so smart?

"Because who else would you be talking about?" He tried to play it off, but the heat rising to his face betrayed him. "You’re making weird assumptions, Deuce."

"You like them," Deuce repeated.

Ace let out a sharp laugh, crossing his arms. "You're insane. I don't, I helped them. With their crush. You think I'd do that if I actually liked them?"

Deuce gave him a long, exasperated look, then exhaled through his nose. "Okay. Let’s say you don't like them. Then explain why you have been sulking so much and acting so bothered?"

"I am not!"

"You nearly bit my head off when they complimented my hair."

"Well, maybe I don’t like lying," Ace shot back. "Your hair is just hair, Deuce."

Deuce’s eye twitched.

"And anyway," Ace went on, louder, "you’re ignoring the important part here. The Prefect has a crush. Not on me. So whatever you’re implying is wrong."

"No."

"What do you mean no?" Ace burst out. "What happened to backing up your friends?"

"You’ve been helping them impress their crush, right?" Deuce asked. "Then why does all your advice sound like sabotage?"

"That’s not–" Ace began, then stopped. The words stuck to the roof of his mouth, unwilling to come out, because… well.

He liked you.

Ace felt the world shift uncomfortably. That gross twisting in his stomach he had been ignoring for days? The irrational irritation every time you looked at someone else for too long? The fact that he had been so convinced that you having a crush was some sort of personal loss?

Everything made sense now.

"This is bad." he stuffed his hand into his pocket, turned on his heel and left his dorm, setting off on a long, aimless walk. Maybe fresh air would clear his head. Maybe it would make this realization feel less like a punch.

You didn't like him. You never told him who you liked and he was so caught up in denial that he didn't even bothered you to ask.

No, no. That wasn't fair. He liked you and made you follow his terrible advice (you didn't have to but you did). He already came so far and he didn't want to pretend he didn't like you.

The least he could do was be honest with you.

And, Ace Trappola wasn't a coward.

(Okay, maybe he was. A little. But not about this. Not about you.)

So after what was possibly the longest walk of his life, he turned back toward Ramshackle, his heart thudding against his ribs.

Ace had already spent enough time being an idiot. He wasn’t going to waste another second.

You had just finished dealing with Grim’s latest round of whining about dinner when a knock at the door made you pause.

You weren’t expecting anyone. Grim was still sulking about his empty stomach, so with a sigh, you moved to open the door, only to be met with the last person you expected.

"Uh," you started. "Are you in trouble with Riddle–"

"I like you." The words left his mouth before he could stop them. He looked vaguely horrified, like he hadn’t planned on saying it so fast. But now that it was out there, he couldn’t take it back. "Like, really like you."

You froze at the admission.

Ace sighed but continued. "Look, I get it, okay? You like someone else, and I already dug my own grave, but I had to tell you. Because, because if I didn’t, I’d be lying, and it sucks, and–"

"Ace–"

"–I mean, I probably made things worse by trying to help you and made you follow bad advice, which is the dumbest thing I’ve ever done, and–"

"ACE!"

He finally shut up.

You exhaled, heartbeat loud in your ears. "You are my crush. I used your advice on you, idiot."

He stared at you, a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"Huh?" he said, very eloquently.

You rolled your eyes but smiled. You moved ahead to pull him in a hug. He immediately froze, standing stiff as a board. It took a few seconds for his brain to finally catch up to him and he returned your hug with a laugh.

"So all of that–"

"–was me following your advice." you finished his sentence, pulling back enough to look at his face. "You sabotaged yourself without realising it."

Ace groaned dramatically, letting his hands drop to his sides. "I played myself. I actually played myself!"

You laughed, shaking your head. "But at least now you know I like you back?"

Ace looked at you, then his usual cocky grin came back to his face. His hands settled awkwardly on your arms. "Yeah… yeah! Of course you like me. Who wouldn't fall me?"

You smacked his arms away. "Don't get too smug about it. Just be grateful I like idiots."

He could only smile at you, happy to have you back again.

He felt lighter, his heart fluttering with joy.

© ladyfocalors

[alotofpockets]

One call away | Lucy Bronze x Reader

5k celebration prompt: "You came." - "You called."

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.2k

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It all started out as a fun night out with your friends, one you had really been needing. The four of you hadn't seen each other in a while, and you had really been missing them.

You spent the evening catching up over some drinks at your local bar. The bar you had been going to since your college days. After reminiscing about those days and reflecting on where life had taken you all, your friends gradually drifted onto the dance floor, one by one.

For a while, it was just you and Becca, but when a guy caught her eye, she hesitated before asking, “You don’t mind if I grab a drink with him, do you?” You shook your head, “Of course not. Go, have fun!”

That left you alone at the table. You weren’t interested in anyone at the bar, you only had eyes for your girlfriend at home. Tonight's invite had been extended to her as well, but Lucy told you she had to decline since she would have an early start tomorrow. You fully understood, so proud of her and her career.

The night took a turn for the worse when a group of guys sat down at your table uninvited. You never gave them permission to join you, and you instantly disliked it.

They were cocky, their words dripping with the kind of confidence only alcohol could provide. Their comments made your skin crawl, it didn't matter when you subtly let them know that you weren't interested. They bought you a drink even when you declined. 

The drink sat untouched in front of you, while they made comment after comment on your appearance, or how they would love to take you home.

When they were momentarily distracted by their drinks and another girl that walked by, you pulled out your phone.

Your finger hovered over Lucy’s number. She was probably already in bed, it was getting late. You dialed her number nonetheless, knowing she always turned her volume off when going to bed, so you wouldn't wake her if she was already in bed.

On the second ring she picked up the phone, “Hey, what's up?” Her voice was warm and soft, exactly what you needed to help ground you.

You turn away from the guys slightly and lower your voice. “Hey, I know you're probably in bed already, but I was hoping to get some advice.”

“Of course, what's on your mind?” She asked in the same calm manner. 

“Some guys won't leave me alone. I don't want to ditch my friends, but I also don't want to deal with these guys anymore.”

Lucy was quick to respond, “Where are your friends?”

You shake your head, this wasn’t on them, you had told them it was okay for them to go do their own things. “It’s fine, they’re having fun. I just don’t want to be the person that ruins the night, you know? I want to stay, but I don’t know what to do about these guys.”

Your girlfriend sighed, “Alright, if you’re set on staying, just be firm. Tell them straight up that you’re not interested until they get the hint.”

For the next ten to fifteen minutes you tried using Lucy’s advice, telling them you weren’t interested, that you were in a relationship, that you were gay. None of it seemed to get through to them though as they just kept on going.

You were giving up, gathering your stuff, and putting it into your bag. “Oh come on, don’t leave. We could have so much fun together.” One of the guys said. Then another followed, “Or I can take you home, I am sure we can have even more fun there.” They were all hyping each other up like it was some game. It was disgusting. 

Just as one of the guys leaned in to say their next line, you heard a familiar voice from behind you. “Sorry I’m late, babe.”

You must have been wishing for Lucy so badly that your mind was playing tricks on you. You turn your face to the sound, and surely there she was. 

She wasn’t supposed to be here, she had an early morning. Plenty of reasons to not come, but there she was anyway. Dressed up nicely, as if she was meant to come out with you all along.

Your smile grew as she stepped closer, smoothly sliding into the seat beside you. Her arm wrapped around your shoulder as she pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. Then she looked over around the table, eyeing each one of the guys who were looking back at her in disbelief. 

“Who are they?” She asked you. “Actually, never mind. You guys were just leaving, right?” She leaned into you more.

“Eh, yeah.” and “Right.” was heard around the table as Lucy sent them each a look that would kill them if looks could kill.

The second they were gone, you let out a breath that you didn’t realise you were holding.

“You came.” You said fully leaning into Lucy’s side, letting her hold you close. “You called.” She said after placing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Yeah, but you have an early morning, you shouldn’t be here right now.” You said, knowing that it was definitely not on her planning to come and get you. She kept a tight schedule when it came to her footballing, and you didn’t want to get in the way of that.

“It doesn’t matter how early my morning is, if you need me I will always be one call away.” You relax into Lucy’s arms again, the weight of the night lifting off your shoulders. Lucy had a way of calming you down and making you feel safe. “Thank you for coming.”

You glanced at the dance floor, where your friends were still wrapped up in the guys they’d met earlier, oblivious to what had just happened at your table.

“Are you sure you want to stay? You know I love your friends, but it doesn’t seem like they are planning on coming back, seeing as they not once looked over and noticed you were in that situation.” 

Lucy was right, they looked to be enjoying themselves to the full extent, and probably wouldn’t even notice it if you left. “Let’s go home.” You pull out your phone and send them a message letting them know that you went home, before letting Lucy help you up and guide you out of the bar.

Back at home the two of you climbed into the bed, and you nestled into Lucy’s side again. You needed the extra bit of comfort the safety of her arms brought you. With you safely in her arms, it didn’t take Lucy long to fall asleep.You were glad that she did, hoping that you didn’t interrupt her schedule too much. But also knowing that Lucy would be there for you no matter how full her schedule was.

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[seekingserenity333]

Astrology Observations - 2

Thanks for the big love and people who's given me input in the replies in my other posts! I'm an amateur so take what I say with a grain of salt and take what resonates!

1- Aquarius risings tend to have big foreheads, if not diamond shaped faces. They can alienate themselves during intense situations like an argument and may find it hard to take stuff seriously once they're out. This is not a bad thing as they can be an objective observant and make sound decisions

2- Gemini risings/dominated people usually have small noses and very youthful faces. Also tend to look very mischievous. They also usually learn a second language by themselves at a young age and grasp internet culture early on. There isn't much they already haven't heard of

3- Moon - Pluto hard aspects might make it harder for the native to accept their feminine side, they might feel ashamed of their own feminine qualities and also shame other people who have them. This can also manifest as intense relationship with mother, mother figures or women/feminine people in general. This isn't all bad as these experiences might transform the native to identify and accept their feminine qualities and have better relationship with women/feminine people.

4- Mars in the 1st house can manifest as having an athletic body and gaining muscle mass easily. Likely to have upturned, intense eyebrows. Their sex appeal is most likely off the charts but depending on other placements this can be bothersome as constantly being sexualized might take a toll on them

5- Speaking of being sexualized, Lilith in the 2nd can be a victim of that. They might get sexualized by people they had never thought of in random places

6- Neptune/Pisces dominants might look past a lot of red flags in people. They almost may create a persona for people around them and pretend that's the reality. Neptune blurs the boundaries and that might make the native give out too much of their energy to people around them while receiving much less back

7- You can't fool a Scorpio dominant easily. Their minds can subconsciously pick up many little details and present them as intuition, so once they have a gut feeling it's might be their subconscious telling them to catch up, which they do. Great for anything that requires research and problem solving. This can be a curse in disguise as trying to automatically predict the future or knowing secrets can be very overwhelming

8- Leo dominants usually thrive on attention that is constant. Their playful personalities tend to allow them to achieve just that. People will feel wanted and seen by them and keep giving them their attention. If they don't receive it they may see this as energy wasted and feel unwanted easily after

9- Venus dominated/Taurus sun/rising people might have very melaninated lips, it can look like they're wearing a subtle lipstick.

[covenofagatha]

Have you ever thought about ghost!Agatha x reader? Like reader has a guest, or even someone to make Agatha jealous, over, and Agatha is feeling possessive so she teases reader through her clothes, and reader has to act completely normal or even has to excuse herself from the conversation at some point. The guest has no idea because they don't know Agatha haunts the house so they go check on reader to see if she's okay, and finds her in a compromising position..

Honestly I've recently been obsessed with this idea and need to share it. But like the idea is kinda hot, and please do feel pressure to do this.

Yessss I've been thinking about ghost!agatha quite a bit recently and I'd like to write a full fic at some point when I get time but I thought I'd leave everyone with some thoughts about it in the meantime (this basically became a fic in bullet points whoops)

The house is very below market value, even compared to the neighboring homes, and you ask your realtor what that's about. She replies that people think it's haunted and there's been several ghost sightings there over the years, but it's cheap and when you walk through, it doesn't seem haunted so you put in an offer. Even though it's under the asking price, the couple selling it immediately accepts and you move in a week later

Everything is fine for the most part for the first two weeks. There's sometimes the sensation that you're being watched and you swear that things end up in places they shouldn't be, but you just chalk it up as paranoia and superstition. You've been really lonely since moving into this big house all by yourself in a new city for work, so you're probably imagining company

Until you really can't ignore it any more—you hear creaking on the stairs and on the second floor that sounds exactly like footsteps, your keys end up in the bathtub, cups are knocked onto the floor that weren't anywhere near the edge of the counter

So on a drunken whim, you decide to hold a séance, mostly out of mere curiosity. You don't think it'll actually work, maybe you're actually just going crazy, but it seems like a good idea at the time

Turns out, you're not going crazy because the second you begin to chant the incantation you found on the WikiHow page for séances, you hear someone say "Boo." You open your eyes, scared out of your mind, to find a ghost sitting criss-cross on the other side of the candles, watching you amusedly. She has long silvery hair, a wide grin, and a long dress with an outer coat. Although she's transparent, she is distinctly purple. You hate that your first thought is can ghosts be attractive?

You and the ghost end up talking a lot that night. She tells you that her name is Agatha Harkness and she became trapped in this house after she was killed by a jilted lover. You figure there's more to the story because of the guarded look on her face, but you don't press. In turn, you tell her about moving to the new city all by yourself for a new job and how your girlfriend didn't want to come with you so you decided to break it off. It's so nice to have someone to actually talk to that you don't even care if she's a ghost

Agatha shows you that she can touch things in the physical world if she tries really hard (hence why she kept knocking all your things over to get your attention) and she can turn invisible. You can't help but wondering if she's been watching you shower or when you masturbate and it makes your cheeks heat up. She gives you a knowing smirk and you hope she can't read your mind as well

She makes her presence known to you all the time, to the point where it's much more startling if you can't see her and she also confides that it's been awhile since she's had someone to talk to as well. The previous owners were boring, the ones before them had too many kids running around, but you—she says there's something about you that's different. You both become points of comfort to each other and you sometimes think that it's a bit concerning that your main source of contact with another person is a ghost, but then Agatha tosses her head back with a laugh at something you say and reaches over to pat your hand, the feeling cold but comforting, and you couldn't care less

Things start to develop into something a bit more when you're getting out of the shower one day and you realize that you forgot to bring a towel. You had done laundry and left them all on your bed so you hesitantly called out for Agatha and asked for her to bring you one. She did, but not before raking her eyes over your naked, wet body and then winking at you. You had to dry off more than just the water from the shower

That night, you decide to do some research on whether or not humans can have sex with ghosts. It's so fucking stupid and you're embarrassed to have typed those words into Google, but you're reading up on spectrophilia when Agatha pops up behind you, causing you to slam your laptop closed and jump practically a foot in the air. She smirks as she opens it and hums as she reads the page before she turns to you. You're about to die of humiliation when you see a glint of heat in her silvery-blue eyes.

You find out that night that humans can have sex with ghosts. It's a weird feeling at first to have her touching your clit with cold fingers that feel almost like jell-o but she makes you come nonetheless, mostly with her cooing mixture of praises and degradation. There isn't really a way for you to return the favor, but she hikes up her dress and touches herself, prompting you to masturbate along with her, and you both fall apart

When you're working at home on the weekends, she'll play with you while she's invisible. It's really hard to focus when you can feel her fingers teasing your clit and then sliding into your cunt (it always seems to be wet these days). Because she's a ghost, she can fuck you through your clothes with ease and not being able to see her almost adds to the pleasure. It heightens the sensations and you come moaning her name every time while you hear her chuckling in your ear

You finally make a few friends at your job and have them over to your house one night for dinner and you plead with Agatha to behave. The last thing you need is for your coworkers to think you're insane. You're all sitting at the table, joking and laughing, when your friend touches your wrist and smiles at you nicely before thanking you for the food. The hair on the back of your neck stands up and you can feel Agatha glaring at you and her

It's not even really a surprise then, when you feel a touch on your nipple. You have to bite back a moan when Agatha begins rolling it through your shirt and bra and with her other hand, draws her name over and over on your stomach until your cunt is dripping and you're trying not to squirm in your chair

Your friends are talking about your boss when Agatha finally teases your clit and you squeak and both of them look at you like you volunteered to say something. You splutter a few thoughts out, hoping Agatha will tone it down, but she presses harder and rubs fast and you have to start coughing to hide your moans

She finally slides two fingers into your wet and waiting cunt, making you choke on the sip of wine you took, and she curls them hard. Pleasure tingles through your pussy and up your spine and you're struggling not to rut against the chair but you can't help your hips from lightly rolling against her fingers and you just pray your friends don't notice

"Have you heard the rumors that this place is haunted?" one of your friends asks just as Agatha's thumb rubs at your clit and thrusts roughly inside you

You shaking your head, cheeks burning. "I think that's just a myth. Ghosts aren't real." You swear you can feel Agatha smirking and she fucks you even harder, like she's determined to get you to admit that ghosts are very much real, and in fact, you're being fucked by one right now

Just as you're about to come, Agatha stops and you bite your lip to keep from groaning in frustration. She waits a minute until you stop convulsing around her fingers to begin again, and she pinches your nipple with her other hand when she presses on your clit, but she keeps bringing you to the edge and not giving you any relief

So the second everyone finishes their food, you say, "Well, it's getting pretty late," in an attempt to get your friends to leave. They share a confused look but don't question it. You walk them to the door with shaky legs and slick on your upper thighs, and the second the door is closed behind them, you whirl around to find Agatha simpering like a kid in the candy store.

You're going to do research first thing in the morning to find out if it's possible for humans to touch ghosts. But in the meantime, you follow Agatha straight to your bedroom and she finally gives you the relief you need, and so much more

[noturfavartist]

Arcane Characters & an S/O with Chronic Pain/Illness

Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends, Riot Games, 2021) Core Relationship: Reader x Jinx, Reader x Vi, Reader x Caitlyn, Caitlyn x Reader x Vi, Reader x Jayce, Reader x Viktor, Jayce x Reader x Viktor, Reader x Sevika. Romantic. Genre & Disclaimers: Comfort, Fluff, Second person (you/your pronouns used), contains discussions of disability and chronic illness. Take care of yourself and read at your own discretion <3 A/N: My own chronic pain is kicking my ass and I don't have the brain power to finish the Jinx fluff I've started :') that could also be the co-codamol too though.

Jayce

First and foremost, if you need still need medical investigation, then Jayce is immediately finding the best practitioners to handle your care. No questions or hesitation, just the best specialists in the country.

Of all of the characters in this list, he's probably the best at massages already and knows exactly how to do it to ease your pain if that's something that heps you. He's a mamas boy, and his mama raised him RIGHT - he knows what he's doing.

He talks to Viktor about anything he isn't sure about with your condition first - he wants to understand and help, but he also doesn't want to make you feel like you're spoon-feeding him on how to help care for you and does his best to figure out how to do it himself.

This man is soppy puppy incarnate, seeing you in a lot of pain during bad days/flare-ups breaks his heart and if he had it his way, he'd keep you cuddled up in bed with him. On the off occasion that he can get away with it, he does - he's practically glued to you, keeping you tangled in the sheets and pressing tender kisses to your face as you snuggle.

Uses his smithing and engineering skills to develop and build any mobility aids you may need and goes the extra mile to customise them and suit them to you exactly. Absolutely engraves sweet little messages into everything he creates for you.

Wherever your pain is, he will always kiss you there any chance he gets. If it's somewhere below the belt, obviously, he only does it in private even if it isn't sexual. If it's anywhere higher - headaches, upper back, shoulders, neck - then he kisses those spots any chance he gets regardless of where you are.

While he usually prefers to work late in the lab, the second you complain about any ache or pain at the end of a long day - even breathe in a way that implies you're in pain - then he's off like a rocket and immediately at your side to love on you until you fall asleep.

Vitktor

Y'all are both chronically ill, of everyone on this list he'll understand you and your problems the most. The only issue is balancing who is actually giving the help and who is recieving it.

If you both have chronic fatigue, then the amount of naps you guys take together is through the roof. In the same vein, Viktor seems to have insomnia, so if you do too, then you guys cuddle up and chat all night. If you don't have insomnia, he will talk to you until you fall asleep to the sound of his voice or vice-versa.

No concept of personal space, and I swear it's related - he's comfortable leaning on you to take weight off his legs if need be and allows you to do the same when you need it. He will also rub your shoulders and neck whenever he passes you by or gets close enough.

If you're a wheelchair user, much like Jayce, he will design and build the perfect electric chair for you suited to all your measurements and intended to be as easy for you to use as possible.

If you tend to forget any meds you need to take, Viktor will remember on your behalf. If it's one of his good days, he brings you breakfast in bed alongside your medications.

JayVik Polycule

Double trouble, baby - no neglecting yourself with these two around! Viktor will try to talk you into resting first on his own, but if that fails, Jace comes in and picks you up to drag you to bed for rest.

Work together on the custom mobility aids they end up designing and building for you, it takes them about half as long to make and with two people developing it, it ends up being completely perfect for you and your needs.

If you would usually use a body pillow to sleep, Jayce and Viktor would effectively replace it. You sleep in-between them every night, and both men have found the best way to lie, so all three of you are comfortable at night. Viktor buries his face against you while Jayce kisses your face.

If you have insomnia, Jayce and Viktor will just talk amongst themselves until you fall asleep and absentmindedly rub your sides and back or brush your hair.

Sevika

As much as I love her, I do kinda take Sevika for the type who would struggle to empathise with others if she hasn't experienced something for herself - if you're together before she loses her arm, she really doesn't get your condition at all.

Pre-arm loss, she obviously takes care of you - she's your girlfriend, she's happy to do it and sees it as her job - but while she's helping you to bed or getting your meds for you, she'll rant about you being 'weak' or 'delicate'. She shuts up pretty quickly when you ask her to, but by the next flare-up, she's forgotten that she's not meant to say that.

After she loses her arm, she ends up with some chronic pain of her own - the explosion fried the nerves in her shoulder, and the neuralgia is absolutely awful. Finally, she gets the problem, and she's absolutely shocked that you don't complain more. She definitely has a lot more sympathy for you when she realises how much you really go through.

If you ever consider taking shimmer to manage your pain before she loses her arm, she'll talk you out of it for fear of how the addiction will affect you. After she loses her arm and uses shimmer for herself, she's less aggressive with her disagreement but still tries to talk you out of it.

She's a very strong woman - if your pain flares when you walk or stand, she'll carry you regardless of whatever build you have. She's learnt to read your face extremely well, so she can see every pained microexpressipm and will just lift you into her arms whenever she can see that you've run out of spoons.

She's not the best at massages or being gentle, but she does learn whatever your preferred massage techniques are to ease your pain. She makes a point of doing at least a short rubdown before you both go to bed to ensure your pain doesn't interrupt your sleep.

If she finds you overexerting yourself, she doesn't let that fly for very long - again, strong woman. You're over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes within seconds and being hauled off to bed.

Jinx

Does she understand your condition? No, not really. At least, not before season 2 - before she began to slow down a little bit and begun doing better mentally, she didn't really have the patience to learn about it. Later down the line, after finding and beginning to care for Isha, she apologised for her disregard and asked to know more about it.

If you use a wheelchair and allow her to do it, she would absolutely build a small platform to stand on the back of your wheelchair to ride on the back like a scooter sometimes. Same vein with the wheelchair, she would be obsessed with sitting in your lap constantly.

Regardless of whatever mobility aid or medical device you use - a brace, crutches, a cane, a wheelchair, compression garments, anything - she will absolutely paint on them for you in her iconic style.

Her lab while she was living with Silco and her hideout later down the line weren't the most accessible places in the world, so she ends up making sure the stairs aren't too steep or that there are ramps. She also ensures there are plenty of hammocks and chairs for you to use wherever she works so you can comfortably be with her when she's busy.

If you're having a flare-up or a bad day, she'll handle all your self-care for you - brush and braid your hair if it's long enough, helping you clean your teeth and face, even painting your nails and doing extended skincare in your bed to ensure nothing is missed.

If you use a body pillow to sleep, she will insist she gets her plushies too and claims it's the same thing. It's not something she negtiates on. On top of that, she also insists on falling asleep while cuddling and will try to fit between you and the body pillow to do it.

Vi

If strength training is something that helps manage your pain and condition, she is quick to help you put together a routine and maintain it for the sake of your health without making you feel bad for not being as strong or able as someone able-bodied people.

Frets over any comlaint from you - she knows your tolerance is high, and she knows your pain is near constant, so when you complain, she knows you're really going through it. She would drop everything at the first sign of things getting too much for you.

She does her best to take your word for it when you insist you don't need help - she has a habit of powering through her own struggles and she would hate to make you think she sees you as weak, but she also hates standing aside and watching the person she loves suffer in silence.

Vander taught her plenty of remedies when she was younger, so she always brings you teas and compresses and offers you massages or to press on pressure points in an effort to minimise your pain in the best ways she knows how.

She is hopeless at remembering your meds. She'll suddenly ask you if you've taken them hours after you're supposed to, and if you have, she sighs in relief and moves on. If you did forget, however, she makes a mad dash for the bathroom to get them for you to take.

Gets mildly frustrated if you sleep with a body pillow. She likes to hold you while you sleep, and when she can't, she struggles to sleep herself.

If you have insomnia, she insists that you sleep on her chest and listen to her heartbeat and breathing to help you drift off easier. She doesn't fall asleep until you do.

Caitlyn

Much like Jayce, she wastes no time at all finding the best possible medical personnel in Piltover to see to you and ensure your wellbeing.

Always assumes the worst, especially if your condition is autoimmune - every little complaint has her fretting over a sudden decline or another sickness making you unwell. You always have to remind her that certain aches and pains were normal for you.

If you have insomnia, Cait will let you rest your head in her lap and brush your hair until you fall asleep. More than once, you've woken up to find her sleeping sat up as a result.

If you need a body pillow to sleep, Cait ensures that you have the most lavish and perfect bedding and setup according to your personal wants and needs. You've had to remind her to dial it back and calm down with all the new pillows and bedding because she still needs space to sleep.

Not partcularly good at massages, but sometimes tries to give them for the sake of intimacy on your better days. On your worst days and when you need some more specialised care, she will find the best masseuse she can to take care of you and your pain.

If you wear compression garments, Cait commissions fashion designers to make the medically necessary clothing in the styles you love and wear most often so you don't need to choose between layering up your clothes and looking like a hospital patient in your day-to-day.

CaitVi Polycule

If you sleep with a body pillow, it's perfect for them - Vi tosses and turns in her sleep, Cait lies still, and it gets on her last nerve when Vi flails in her sleep. You act as a perfect buffer for them, so all three of you can happily share the bed.

Collectively fuss over you on your worst days - Vi knows best how to do your hair and make the perfect comfort food, and Cait ensures you get any meds on time and that your responsibilities for the day are seen to so you won't stress over it.

Given the kinds of things they've seen and Cait's own knowledge of Viktor's illness, they tend to get paranoid whenever you fall asleep - more than once, you've woken up to both women lying on your chest to listen to your heart and breathing. Just for peace of mind.

Cait is an early riser, but Vi likes to sleep in - Cait tends to get up early and make sure breakfast is ordered to your room before slipping back into bed with both you and Vi while the two of you are asleep. You typically wake up to Vi still groggy and Cait up and already in uniform as breakfast is being brought in.