#but they were not respecting by boundaries at all

[princesssmars]

she gon’ eat this pussy up cause it’s sweet!

yet another boxer!vi x reader

p.i - p.ii

wc : 3.310

contains : fxf. fem!reader. hair and skin tone not described. fluff. some jealousy made up by hotel sex. oral and penetrative sex (r!receiving). they both want that cookie so bad.

a/n : they keep getting longer help me. i already have kind of an idea of the next part in my brain because the day after i started this i had the horniest dream ever so i'll just write that out. here's the position if you can't get the logistics down ik that happens to me lmao. enjoy <3

you never saw yourself as the type to get on a plane at the drop of a hat just to get railed silly by your girlfriend, but you’ve been learning a lot about yourself these past few months.

and one thing that’s made itself apparent? you and violet were fucking whipped for each other.

obviously it was to be expected, over six months in and this had been both of your longest relationship yet. you both made the time and effort to make sure it continued to be so, constantly spending quality time together and making sure boundaries were respected and desires were met.

it seemed that as everyday passed your shared devotion just increased tenfold.

as well as your… equal amounts of passion.

it was almost silly to look back and remember how you were so nervous that intimacy would change something in how she saw you. you don’t regret waiting and setting that boundary for yourself, but after the first few times together you really wish you had started sleeping with her earlier.

obviously sex wasn’t the only reason you loved violet. she was an amazing lover in every sense of the word, always ever so affectionate and caring to your physical and emotional well-being. you constantly told her you’re sure her clear superiority at being an older sister made her such a sweetheart, always protecting and looking out for you even when it wasn’t needed.

but it was only a matter of time before vi’s skills and charisma in the ring caught up to her, and before both of you knew it she had greatly increased in popularity to the point she was booking matches in other cities, occasionally leaving you along for weekends when she had to stay overnights to train and perform.

and you over it for the first couple of times. it wasn’t the end of the world when the two do you had to be separated, and when you got lonely there were always other ways you could be there for each other.

“how much longer until your back?”

“aww, don’t tell me my baby’s missing me already?” vi’s mocking voice rings through the receiver, groggy and low after falling asleep an hour prior before you called.

“can you blame me? normally i have you all over me every saturday night like clockwork, now i’m all alone in this bed. in my underwear. alone.”

she chuckled at your brazenness and audibly shifted herself over the phone. “oh yeah? maybe i could help you with that. wouldn’t mind staying up to help you…”

you hum playfully. “then maybe i could give you a visual guide?”

as soon as she hears the incoming face-time call vi’s eyes briefly close in bliss. god, does she adore you.

and of course having vi guide you through masturbating from miles away for the first time is a thrilling experience, but it still leaves a slight ache in your cunt heart to not have her by your side as often as you once did.

but when you saw the radiant look on her face on television after she won a fight, heard the joy in her voice when she called you as soon as she walked off of the platform, you didn’t have it in you to bring up your silly complaints about not having her by your side twenty four seven. she was finally living her dream, and you wouldn’t cause her any worries about balancing it with you.

so you’d shut up, use her flexing mirror pics to get off, and be patient. it shouldn’t be hard, you’re an independent woman and completely secure in your relationship.

well. maybe just independent.

a big company wanted vi as a sponsor and set up a schedule for her to fly out to film promotional material for nearly five weeks. your girlfriend was intuitive, asking you if you were okay with her being gone for so long. you looked at her like she was crazy, telling her she’d have to be insane not to take this chance even if it meant you’d be alone for longer than usual. she seemed unsure, but was still excited about the opportunity and bid you goodbye at the airport with a big kiss and a promise to see you soon.

it was fine, the same daily texting and calls as had happened before. but after a few days she tells you her conversation might be slipping because of some of the extra trainings they’re making her do for the promo. that’s all fine and dandy to you.

until you see it on social media. it starts as a clip of vi hanging out with some of her fellow boxer friends at a club, nothing out of the norm. but going though the comments makes you skip way to around the end of the video, and you feel your eyes burn into your phone when a woman, an admittedly gorgeous woman comes up to the table and sidles up right next to vi in the booth.

honestly, this was nothing new. you’d known since your introduction that woman drew to vi like a magnet. your own friend was starstruck when she talked to the both of you and gave you a very funny passive aggressive message when she found out the two of you were dating. you’d had to deal with desperate fans at her games, begging for a chance to talk to her, touch her, beg her to autograph their chests at one point?

so who you find out to be a fairly famous influencer show up at the same hot spots as your girlfriend who’s over a hundred miles away isn’t surprising. what is surprising is the fact they keep popping up in the same places. you would never for a second think vi would cheat on you. it still doesn’t help quell the little green devil that lives in your chest, though.

its am early friday afternoon in your apartment and you’re scrolling through delivery apps for a quick meal when you see vi’s contact come up at the top of your screen, answering it as soon as you process who’s calling.

“someone’s eager to talk to me.”

“it’s nice to talk to you too, vi. how was your day?”

“it was alright, we just did those pictures and photoshoots today so i got to just stand around and show off my good looks.”

“it is one of your strong suits.” you dryly chuckle and keep scrolling through the food options, battling between pizza or pasta.

“feels better when i have you looking at me, though. you doing anything tonight?”

“nothing much, dining in and watching a movie i guess.”

she hums and is about to say something else but the green ugly devil decided to reach its hand through your body and puppet your mouth for no reason whatsoever.

“you going back to the club tonight?”

“uhhh no, all my friends are busy and i have an early morning tomorrow. why, you feeling left out pretty?”

“what if i was?”its silent once again.

“then what if i did something about it?”

so you’re here, flying through the dark of night thousands of feet in the air and slowly descending to an airport where violet is waiting for you, standing at the pickup area is a very inconspicuous black tracksuit with a black beanie to cover up most of her hair and large black shades. there aren’t words to describe the euphoria you feel being back in her warm embrace, sinking into her arms as she rests her chin on your head.

“i cant believe you really did this. and i cant believe they let you through the airport wearing that.”

“i know, had to give security some autographs. cmon, we’ll go back to the hotel.”

you sit a little too close for safety standards next to vi in the back of the dark suv the company had been lending her for her stay in the city, her arm wrapped around your shoulders as the other sat innocently on your thigh. well, as innocently as it could be with vi. she wouldnt do anything too crazy with someone driving, but her thick finger did inch towards the gap between your legs a few times.

there’s an unspoken tension as you arrive at vi’s hotel and she takes your bags to lead you up to her room, keeping close to you until you make it through the door and she sets your stuff by the spacious closet.

she had sent you some pictures as soon as she had checked in, but it was still surreal seeing the thing in person. it was big, but it made sense since she was an extended stay on a ‘business’ trip of sorts. you smile seeing the left open chip bag on the desk and one of her favorite movies playing on the television.

you’re brought out of your stupor by a familiar large hand grabbing yours and tugging you over to the plush couch that sits against the end of the bed.

“so, what ‘cha think?”

”you roll your eyes and relax into the chair some more. “i think that you should take these brand deals more often. just make sure to keep brining me along.”

“oh i definitely would, wouldn’t want you feeling jealous again, would we?”

your mouth gapes open as your body sits upright, looking at her defensively as she struggles to hold in her laughter. there’s no denying it with her so you decide to do the mature thing and cross your arms with a pout.

“how do you figure that?”

“because i know people are talking about the influencers that keep showing up to our booths. and i know your best friend told me about your sour mood and threatened to kick my ass over it.”

you sigh and turn your body to hers, resting your leg over her thighs when she makes the motion to pull it over herself. “’m sorry, vi. you know i’d never believe you’d do that. it’s just…”

“it’s just what?” her thumb and forefinger come up to pink your chin and bring your downcast eyes to her attention, “you know you can tell me anything, right?”

“of course i do. i didn’t wanna complain because everything is going so greatly for you, and i didnt want to make it seem like im unsupportive. i couldnt be prouder of you, vi. it’s just hard not being around you so much. i love our calls and the pictures and everything but its not..its not you.”

her eyes turn soft and she shakes her head before pulling your entire body to rest on her lap, both of her hands coming up to your cheeks to bring you in for a sweet but hard kiss.

she pulls back and peppers some more kisses over your face until you start to laugh, the sound of your laughter always brighting up her day. “i understand, baby. you don’t sound unsupportive, i promise. it’s been hard for me too. i’ve missed you so much when i’ve been gone, you have no idea.”

you gently nod and give a dreamy sigh before sinking into her arms once again, hand coming up to palm at her hair as hers travel to your waist and gently massage up and down your back. you’re content to enjoy the moment until her hands start to skirt lower and lower and suddenly you remember that you’re back in the arms of you’re girlfriend who you haven’t been able to sleep with in literal weeks.

you let out a sharp squeak when her palms travel down to your ass and squeeze you over the fabric of your leggings, head coming do so scarred lips can whisper in your ear.

“how about i show you how much i missed you?”

you’re very glad that its been established you’re both desperate for each other, because otherwise you’d be nothing but embarrassed to be in this position.

you’re starting to feel a slight kink in your neck from staring down at the woman currently eating you out like she’s starving, but when she takes your clit into her mouth and sucks so intensely you throw your head back you briefly think any small amount of pain is worth the pleasure she’s giving to you now.

your arms hold you up on the back part of the couch, one knee resting on the armrest and the other on vi’s thigh so your pussy is right in front of her face for her to get easy access, her hands scooping and pulling you in by your ass and making it impossible for you to back up and avoid the pleasure when it becomes too much.

“vi, nngh, vi,” the only words you can get out are slurred mumbles of her name and curses as her tongue dips down to thrust into you. her nose bridge more than enough to give you stimulation on your clit as she somehow buries her head even further into your cunt and groans into you, the vibrations only driving you crazier.

you whine when she pulls her face away to stare up at you, eyes hungry and sweet like you’re a deity that’s letting her drink freely from the fountain of youth.

“you still jealous, muffin?”

“vi cmon, please keep going, please-”

your mouth gapes wider when she quickly leans down and licks a long strip up and over your clit, pulling away with more of you smeared over her lips than before.

‘fuck, violet,” your head tips back in bliss, concentration slipping as you feel her hot breath ghost across your clit and her eyes trained on your chest as you arch your back.

her fingers clench again and pull your cheeks apart, a little grin gracing her face at your high-pitched gasp at feeling the cool air of the hotel room hitting both of your holes.

“y’know, i seem to recall a certain someone making fun of me for being jealous just a few months ago..”

you groan as she speaks, pushing your hips in a futile attempt to get her to keep eating you out.

“not so fun when its you, huh angel?” her hand travels further up from your behind so her fingers can prod at your entrance, teasing your hole to bring more of those desperate sounds that she loves to pull from deep in your chest. “it’s ok, i know it was hard for you. could see how desperate you were over the phone.”

“i wasn't- oh, shit, i wasn't that needy.”

only about an inch of her ring and middle fingers are shallowly thrusting into you but its enough to drive you wild. its a bit humbling to realize she has you in the palm of her hand already, but you cant find it in you to care.

“tell that to my favorite pillow. swear i thought you were gonna give yourself rug burn last week.”

you drop your head to look at her again and she cant help but laugh at your best attempt at a scowl, eyes droopy and mouth scrunched in the cutest little pout she’s ever seen.

she bites her lip and suddenly pushes her fingers all the way to the hilt inside of you, silently reveling in how she has to hold your body up when your knee beside her starts to wobble.

she thought about teasing you more, holding her fingers in place and not moving until you admitted you were desperate for her, that you needed her. but she was just as desperate for you as you were for her, and when she feels your walls clenching around her combined with you starting to drip down her hand and wrist her brain goes on autopilot and she starts to fuck you at the pace she knows you love best.

in only an instant you're moaning and writhing above her, hips jerking back and forth for friction and your nails digging into the fabric of the sofa. a brief voice in your head tries to remind you that you’re in a hotel and other people can likely hear you, but like she can read your mind vi gives a stern whisper to ‘put it down.’ as soon as you raise your arm to bite into it.

vi lets out a mix between a laugh and a groan at your immediate obedience to her command and she briefly becomes aware of the arousal that's building between her own legs. she subconsciously starts rubbing her thighs together as she continues to stare up at your body. when your body jolts when she hits that spot deep inside of you she’s afraid she might actually cum in her pants and decides to distract herself by stuffing her face back between your legs.

it often scared you, how amazing vi was at eating pussy. you try not to think about how most of it was probably due to extensive practice, but when she sucks at your clit in that way that leaves a rather obvious noise you can't find it in you to care. she’s all yours now anyway, and the thought only brings you closer and closer to the edge.

she can tell you’re about to cum by the tremors in your legs and your hand coming to the back of her head to push her farther into your cunt. she likes doesn't care about the pain of your nails in her scalp. doesn't care that it’s becoming just a bit hard to breathe. there are two places in the world where vi truly feels at peace, in the ring during a fight and in between your thighs as she brings you to an orgasm. she tries to mumble gentle encouragements as you cum around her fingers but they only come out incoherent, the vibrations from her voice only driving you further up the wall as you release.

even as you come down your body still has little tremors brought on by vi continuing to lick and suck at you after your orgasm ends, only your hand digging into her hair and pulling her away able to stop her from going at you. her face is flushed, covered in cum, and her mouth agape as she takes deep breaths in and out. you’re sure you look no better but she makes no mention of what a mess you must be, only flopping her head to the side to rest on your thigh so she can stare up at you.

“i…i might have been a little jealous.”

she breathes out an airy chuckle at your confession and gently shakes her head. “i think we share that in common.”

your eyes start to droop closed in the bliss of the moment, your body in a dreamy state while vi kisses over your thighs and stomach before giggling when vi places a short chaste kiss right on your cunt,

“not a problem as long as we can keep reassuring each other, huh?”

you never saw yourself as the type to have to hide your face in a pillow when your girlfriend got delivered a noise complaint by a flustered hotel attendant at eight in the morning, but you’ve been learning a lot about yourself lately.

[chrystal-ink]

Shadvent calendar Day 24

Shadow x GN Reader

Mistletoe

Shadow was never one for PDA. in fact you two barley held hands whenever other people were around if he could help it. however, tonight the cocktails were flowing and the spirit of Christmas was in the air.

The two of you had managed to miss each other all night. getting wrapped up in conversations with other people, giving out gifts, and avoiding the mistletoe hung ever so delicately in the living room for all to see. You were consciously avoiding it knowing that Shadow did not want to kiss in front of a room full of his closest friends, coworkers, acquaintances, and sonic.

Still he looked so nice in his tux and you knew that he had been eyeing you all night. but attraction or not you were going to respect his boundaries, you would just have to make up for it later.

Shadow on the other hand was craving the touch of your lips right about now. Denied their rightful place upon his earlier in the evening his distain for witnesses was thrown to the wind. You looked incredible tonight and the world needed to know that you were taken, that your lips were for his and his alone.

unfortunately he was caught up in a meaningless conversation with one of his coworker's and he could not get out of it. he had to do something and quick. signaling to Rouge he requested her to get him out of there.

Luckily they had been working together for so long that she understood immediately what he was trying to communicate. Not wasting a moment Rouge swooped into the conversation ending it with grace.

"What do you need Hon?"

"I need to get over to Y/N, I have a matter that needs addressing"

"Is this about those lips you've been staring at all night?"

"I don't see how that's any of your business bat, but yes."

"Fine, I'll help you, but you have to do it over there." She pointed to the mistletoe hanging in the center of the room.

"What? Why?"

"Why? well you two have been together for so long and yet I've never seen the two of you give each other more than a peck. I just want to make sure you're doing it right, for Y/N's sake."

"You are a pain you know that right?"

"Just looking out for you doll."

Shadow weighed his options for a moment, if he tried to make his way across the room he was sure to run into more people and have to engage in more meaningless conversations. it would take at least an hour to get to you, and even then he would have to wait for your conversation to end before he could even attempt to kiss you.

Still to kiss in a crowd was one thing, to do it with everyone watching was another.

He gritted his teeth it wasn't like him to shy away from anything and he wasn't about to start now. He needed your lips and fast so reluctantly he agreed.

"You wont regret this, I promise." Rouge responded happy her little negotiation worked. She took out her phone and texted everyone her plan, all they had to do was get you under that mistletoe by any means necessary.

❄️

You were mid conversation with Amy when her phone went off.

"That's weird who could be texting you right now? everyone we know is here."

"Don't worry about it, it's nothing." she reassured quickly putting her phone away. "Say, why don't we look for some more of those delicious crab puffs I think I saw some over there."

"umm okay, I guess we could."

But before you could actually turn to go the opposite direction Sonic interrupted your conversation.

"Hey Y/N How's it goin? Say, is that cocktail for me? Thanks!" He took your drink and bolted across the room before you even had the chance to react.

"Hey!" you whined before following after him, it was a confined space and with all the people there he couldn't have gotten too far.

You followed him almost to the center of the room before he stopped turning back to you your drink still in his hands.

"What's the big idea? you can't just do that at a party."

"I had it under control Sonic" Amy called finally catching up to the both of you.

"Yah, but I was faster."

"What's going on you two?"

"You'll see." sonic replied "Sorry about this" He gave you a gentle push. Stumbling backward you almost fell thankfully, a pair of hands steadied you before you could reach the floor.

"Hey." shadow looked down at you giving you a handsome smirk.

"Shadow? thanks, but how did you-"

"Everyone! looks like we have our first two lovebirds under the mistletoe!" Rouge announced "Why don't you give them a round of applause?"

You looked up and saw the offending branch right above where you and Shadow were standing.

"Oh no, we don't have to if you don't want. I know you don't really like this stuff." you apologized.

"Don't be ridiculous, It's tradition." Shadow said grabbing you by the chin. "And besides with the way you look tonight I want everyone here to know you're mine."

And with that he kissed you it was passionate, full of love and devotion. he was getting the touch he so craved and he didn't care who saw it.

Once your lips had parted and crowed died down a little you looked into his crimson eyes and smiled.

"You know, you could have just asked for a kiss my love."

"Yes, but I wanted to make this one special."

You giggled placing your hands on his chest.

"Well then love, You accomplished your mission"

You gave him another kiss each of you smiling against the other's lips before rejoining the party hand in hand.

[strangelystrangestrangerrr]

The three times you trusted Natasha, and the one time you didn’t | Ch.1

I Prologue | Ch.1 l

Pairing: Natasha Ramanoff x Fem!reader

Warnings: Angst, trauma, unrequited love, descriptions of injury, kidnapping

Note: What if I tell you that this is the only chapter that contains “fluff”? :D

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“y/l/n”

You looked up to see none other than Natasha greeting you as she entered the common room.

“Romanoff” You acknowledged and gave her a nod.

This was how your relationship with her first started off, professional and formal. Whenever you guys were paired up during missions, they usually go so smoothly that no one was able to comprehend how you guys were perfectly in sync with each other, communicating without needing to say things out loud. Natasha was glad to learn that you were a workaholic just like her, training with you became part of her routine.

As time passed, you both became accustomed to each other’s presence unknowingly. You’d ask her to join you for lunch after training together and she’d save you a spot next to her during movie nights. Things remained within a typical coworkers/friends boundary.

Until that one time.

It was a late afternoon, the air was warm and cosy. You were sparring with Natasha, again. You tried to punch her, and as a top-level assassin, she managed to dodge it. In return, she caught your arm and smashed you against the ground in a swift motion. Not wanting to give up just yet, you kicked her legs, causing her to trip over you. As a result, you guys ended up in an awkward position. To your surprise, she didn’t get up immediately, instead she stayed like that, with her arms beside the sides of your head and one of her legs in between your thighs, while she steadied her breaths. Then the realisation hit you, it was your first time being this close with someone, more intimate than anything you had experienced. You told yourself not to overthink it and tried to maintain your composure desperately.

“Why are your ears so red?” All of the sudden Natasha asked.

“Hm? My ears? Oh it’s nothing,” you frantically dismissed.

“Are you sure? Cuz they’re getting even redder.”

“It’s just that you’re hot-” Fuck “-NO, I mean I’m feeling hot cuz of…” you paused as you were distracted by a drop of sweat that was leaving a trail on her neck as it continued downwards…

“The training?”

“YES! Yes the training,” her voice snapped your attention back to her eyes.

Amused by your unusual stuttering, she smirked as she pushed further, “Are you blushing, darling?”

You wanted to crawl out of the boxing ring.

“What!? Nooo, what are you even talking about?” You couldn’t take it anymore so you pushed her off of you while avoiding eye contact with her.

You behaving like this was very new to Natasha. Sure, she loved the professionalism in you, always looking sharp and smart as her respected and trusted partner, but this? This did something to her. The way you became fidgety under her, looking all helpless and didn’t know what to do. She smiled to herself as she replayed your cute little expression in her head. She wanted to see more of it, she needed to.

Things changed ever since then.

She kept trying to catch you off guard. You hated the way she winked at you when you stared at her absentmindedly. You hated the way she sneaked up behind you while you were making her favourite meal. You hated the way she insisted that you should sit her lap while claiming that no other spots were available on the couch with that stupid grin on her face. Unable to control how your heartbeat quickened due to her tactics, you brushed her off every time by rolling your eyes or telling her to shut up. Much to your dismay, she got bolder and bolder, as if she was encouraged by your rejection. That was how you knew you were eventually going to lose in this silly game of hers.

She made her final move during one of Tony’s party. The night was strange, although you didn’t interact with each other much, the tension between you two was high. It was the fifth time you had locked eyes with her through the crowd of Tony’s guests, biting your lips, you couldn’t help but feel a bit self-conscious under her burning gaze. Acting like nothing happened, you continued the boring conversation you were no having with the guests. After a while you got tired of indulging them, so excused yourself to get some fresh air. Natasha wasn’t doing so great either, her mind was consumed by how good you looked with that black classy dress you had on. The way the fabric hugged your curves so perfectly and how the slit on the side allowed your long legs to peek out every so often. Oh, the things she could do to you. Lost in her trail of thoughts, she panicked when she could no longer find you across the venue…

You jumped as you felt a hand lingering on your exposed back.

“What’s a pretty girl doing here all by herself?” Natasha whispered into your ears.

The breeze was cold but none of you could feel it.

Feeling a bit tipsy, you turned to face her and answered, “waiting for you,” while ignoring the burning sensation in your stomach, in attempt to tease her.

Then you broke her. Being this up close, she was enchanted by your beauty. You were looking extra vulnerable, having your hair tied up neatly into a bun, with a few strands on the side. The way your big sparkling eyes look up to her, a shy smile hanging on your lips, silently challenging her. Natasha’s breath hitched.

“Natasha?” Confused by her seemingly lack of reaction, you called her as you waited for her cocky remark.

“Mm!?”

Couldn’t hold herself back any longer, Natasha closed the gap and kissed you. She was being so soft and gentle with you, you thought you would melt onto the floor, you had no idea that it was taking everything in her to not to be aggressive.

“Can I be your girlfriend?” She blurted out the question she’d been wanting to ask forever.

The sight of you was making her go crazy. You were panting hard to catch your breath. Head held down, clearly trying to hide your flustered state without knowing that your red little ears betrayed you. So fucking cute.

A million thoughts were forming inside your brain. Is this even real? It was no doubt that you were attracted to her, but why would she ever choose you? It made sense why you hesitated due to your past. You had tried to reach out to people, your parents, your friends, but you ended up getting hurt every time. So you reminded yourself not to get used to people’s comfort for your own sake and managed to move on. You were fine, you swear!

Looking into her sincere gaze, the feeling of hope was too overwhelming for you. Screw it, what’s the worst that could happen? For her, you were willing to take the risk. You trusted her.

After you nodded timidly, she beamed and pulled you into another heated kiss.

[anissa-mason]

I would endure every single disagreement that Forrest and I have had a thousand times over if that was what it took for us to end up where we are now.

I’ve been in relationships before and have dated various types of men, but none of them compare to him. He has been the greatest person to ever enter my life. When I confided in him about what happened to me, about the kidnapping, he didn’t pry, he didn’t judge, and he didn’t look at me any differently. He simply invited me into his home and provided the peaceful escape that I so desperately needed. He was kind, respectful, and gentle, and he never crossed any boundaries. I was captivated by him from the very first time we met. I opened up to him in ways I hadn’t opened up to anyone before. It’s astonishing to think that this was just early November. 

Learning that he was seeing other women felt like being shoved into the back of that van all over again—being taken away from the familiarity of everything I thought I knew, the comfort of what I believed I had. I keep those feelings buried because I don’t ever want anyone to know how deeply affected I truly was by that ordeal. I’m supposed to be this unshakable person, an unbreakable force, but the thought of losing Forrest to another woman made all those emotions bubble up to the surface. My reaction was intense—a combination of my buried emotional distress from the kidnapping and my genuine fear and hurt at the idea of losing this amazing man who entered my life at a time when I needed him the most, even before I realized it. 

All the fighting that stemmed from discovering the other women created those difficult times, but I stand by what I said: I would endure those bad times a thousand times over if it was what it took to lead us to where we are now. Currently, we’re at his family cabin, surrounded by his family, experiencing one of the best Christmases I’ve had since I was a little girl. His parents have opened their arms to me and welcomed me as if I were one of their own. His sister has been nothing but sweet and welcoming, and I feel as if she and I are on our way to becoming great friends.

Forrest is one of the sweetest, most compassionate, caring, attentive, protective, and all-around perfect men I have ever met in my life. I thought I knew love—perhaps I had—but I had never experienced love like this before. If anything were to happen to him or to us, my life would never be the same.

[roguemonsterfucker]

I’m reading The Lady and the Orc and uh. I don’t like it.

Parts of it are really good but it’s really just… mean. And not in a fun way.

It’s riding the line between consensual and noncon in a way that to me feels wishy washy and irksome.

The orc oscillates between respecting her boundaries and threatening to make her walk naked amongst the other orcs as punishment for talking back to him.

Both are fine but not together. I wish this would commit harder to being dubcon/noncon because that’s clearly what it wants to be but it feels like the author didn’t want to cross that line and ended up just not committing to anything.

I’m not saying it’s necessarily a bad book. But as a noncon enjoyer, this flip flopping is unendingly irritating.

Also I found in that centaur book I read that I dislike this trope of “humans are just drawn to [insert monster here].” In that book, all human women were drawn to centaur musk. And it’s much the same in this book with orcs. And I’m not a fan of that being basically the only reason these women want to be with the monsters. Just something I dislike personally. Again, not saying it’s bad. Just not to my taste.

[brightest-starr-girl]

Helena grabs Karen’s hand, then. She can hear the rapid beating of her best friend’s heart, knows her well enough to spot the signs that she’s fighting back tears. She says nothing in the face of the silence, knowing that Helena needs a moment to puzzle through her thoughts before she speaks. A moment in which to push down the emotions, unable—afraid—to let herself show vulnerability. Karen hates the sound, hates the hoarseness in her voice, hates the effort with which she keeps the tears back.

There’s a strange ache in Karen’s chest at the way relief crashes through, fighting with guilt over her soul’s absolution. Here Helena is, offering a lifeline—as confusing as the analogy, Karen understands it, understands her, always has and always will—but Karen doesn’t know if she’s strong enough to take it. Not when she’s watching Helena fight back a sob, bare her soul, for Karen. Cutting herself deep to release whatever miasma thickened and blockaged her heart.

Karen’s own throbs in synchronistic pain, feeling a squeeze on her hand that would break a baseline human’s but is merely comforting pressure on her own. It takes effort to bite her tongue, to refrain from responding, when she knows Helena needs silence in order to get out what she wants to get out. And yet, all Karen wants to do is scream, get on her knees and beg and cry and plead, because she still holds out hope that things can go back to how they were. Because she still loves her. Because she, too, would marry the other in an instant.

The wind picks up from gentle breeze into a roughness more akin to the feeling in her soul, that of a storm brewing. Not quite as rough and turbulent as Karen’s heart yet but definitely on its way there. There’s a final crack, a boom of thunder, that Karen isn’t sure if it came from inside or out at the Helena’s decision.

Helena never means ‘maybe’s. If she ever uses a maybe, it’s already decided.

And Karen loves her enough to respect that. To resign herself to a lifetime of friendship. If that’s all she’ll ever get, it’s enough.

“Ok.” It’s barely more than a whisper, right on the edge of human hearing. Karen clears her throat, mindless of the rain—tears—that have fallen down her own cheeks. Louder, she repeats, “Okay. That’s- I respect that. And whatever boundaries you want to set growing forward.” The smile pains her to make, but it’s real despite the obvious hurt. Karen squeezes Helena’s hand, gentle and without full force, and exhales with a slight shudder. “You’re my best friend, Lenny. I don’t want to lose that. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Oh.” It’s quiet, choking Karen on the way out. “I- I’m sorry, Len. I didn’t realize- of course it’s okay for you to move on. I’m happy for you, truly. I don’t think any of that. Wouldn’t. Couldn’t,” she protests. “And I know I matter. I know you care. I’ve never doubted that.” And yes, she might be blinking back tears, more than slightly jealous, but she really is happy for Helena. “You have my blessing.” Her gaze turns suddenly uncharacteristically dark. “And if he does anything, I’m lasering off his dick. At best.”

Karen scoffs. “Doesn’t matter what I know, I don’t think I could get through even a fake funeral for you and not cry real tears.” She puts a hand on Helena’s chin, pulling gently for her to look at her but lightly enough that she would have no trouble resisting if she didn’t want to. She has one simple question. “Why?”

Martha Wayne Foundation’s Midwinter Gala

open to anyone who wants to join!

Helena takes a deep breath and a shallow sip of champagne. Her family isn't here, so it's not like they can take it away, and no one else cares, because she's not getting drunk and pretty much everyone above the age of fourteen at a gala drinks.

As much as she hates these things, she is willing to suffer through if it means her dad and brothers get a little break. Maybe it'll help with the guilt a little. After all, it's the least she can do, considering...

Nevermind. She's nauseous once more.

She spots a server unobtrusively making his way through the crowd and immediately begins weaving through to reach him. The food is the only redeemable thing about a gala, other than the dancing; it might be small in size, but the number is unlimited, the selection varied, and the taste exquisite.

So focused is she on her goal of canapes that she completely misses the person she bumps into.

"So sorry," she apologizes quickly.

[outfit under the cut]

[genericruleroftheflies]

Someone like 3 years older than me said that they thought I was 10+ years older than them… idk how to feel about that. It was just over text so I’m not like offended but wtf.

They did message really childishly tho I didn’t believe them when they said their age. And I don’t like to give out my exact age so weird they were giving me like “I was born on this exact day!” Who asked. And then I was like “we are close but you’re a little older than me” and they were like “what? I thought you were like 10+ years older than me”

Sorry idiot.

[thewisestdino]

Some Sunshine Court doodles

Featuring > Jean, Jean and Kevin, Jeremy and Jean and Jeremy and Jean again

and songs from the first two are "I wish i never met you" by babygirl and "Cool about it" by Boy genius

[trashpandaperson]

hey guys!! I'm back. i have a message for everyone. RESPECT PEOPLE'S BOUNDARIES!!!!! I saw a fanfic on AO3 where the author said that they don't care if they cross boundaries and that it's "not their problem if people don't like certain things". THIS IS NOT OK!!!! IT'S NOT YOUR CHARACTER AND YOU DON'T GET A SAY IN WHAT YOU'RE ALLOWED TO DO WITH THEM OR NOT!!!! IF A CONTENT CREATOR SAYS THAT SHIPPING AND NSFW ARE NOT OK, RESPECT THAT!!!! DON'T DO IT ANYWAYS JUST BECAUSE "they will probably never see it". THAT DOESN'T MEAN THAT IT DOESN'T EXIST!!!! EVEN IF THE CREATOR NEVER SEES IT, THAT DOESN'T INVALIDATE THEIR FEELINGS OR BOUNDARIES!!!! DON'T MISGENDER PEOPLE BECAUSE YOU'RE "uncomfortable with the it/it's pronouns" OR "neopronouns are weird and difficult to use in writing so I won't use them"!!! IT'S NOT YOUR IDENTITY AND YOU DON'T GET TO TELL PEOPLE WHAT PRONOUNS THEY CAN AND CAN'T USE!!!! JUST BE A DECENT HUMAN BEING AND RESPECT PEOPLE!!!

[deoidesign]

just wanted to say that I absolutely LOVE your comic I am so inspired by it and it’s so lovely and I wanna buy the physical books (I’ve never done that before) I just AUGGHHH EVERYTHING ABOUT IT IS SO 💙💙💙

do you allow fanart? And is there anything not allowed? I wanna draw adam and steve so bad 😭

Of course it's allowed! Fanart fanfic fan music fan dubs whatever!

I like to think I'm sort of "building a playground" when I make a story, have fun on it! I made it for you!

In my general opinion, it's not my business what my "fandom" does... It's on you and also me to curate our own spaces! If you're inspired by my work in any way, that's the greatest honor I could imagine and I want you to feel fully free to explore that. If someone is being weird, I know where the block button is and they can keep being weird where I don't have to see it haha

Just don't like... sell it... it's messy legally with webtoon and I'm one person making the story and it's my whole income so the few sales I get are kind of huge for me ;_;

[poetry-written-in-blood]

I swear to god if I see one fucking fanfic taking place at Liam’s funeral

[quaranmine]

your mom reads your fanfiction? that's awesome! what else does she say about it?

Well, she's read this one! She hasn't ever read any other fanfiction before either but I've explained the concept to her. It's also the only piece of fiction writing she's read by me since I was probably in 7th grade or so. She knew I could write based on the essays and articles I've written. Like, I've had her help me edit my college papers before and she went with me in high school when I competed at state for timed essay writing. But she had ZERO exposure to whether I could write fiction or not!

I left her some notes at the beginning of the story to explain a few things, like how yes the names are weird but she'll get used to them. (I pointed out that she loved Cold Storage by David Koepp, which has a character who is called "Teacake" the entire time.) She is also reading it slower than she probably would've read other books, because I recommended she open up the document on her laptop. At 218 pages, the google doc lags HARD on your phone.

She told me that once I used the word "rack" to describe Grian hanging up the phone in its place, and that wasn't what it was called, but she blanked on the correct word to describe it. (Cradle? Just 'holder'?)

She already knows the end of the story, but she still thinks it's very irrational for Grian to assume Mumbo is alive. She too has a lot of experience going hiking and doing outdoor activites, as well as a big true crime obsession, so she's well versed with the odds of missing people being alive after such a long time. So she think it's Painfully obvious that Grian is wrong, but she also understands the way I've set up his grief and is very sympathetic to it.

She's delighted with the part where Scar desribes Jellie to calm Grian down. She also highlighted several descriptions I've done and said that she loved the way I described the mountains and nature. She said it was very beautiful. She has learned a lot about fire lookouts and finds all my details interesting. She likes Scar best because she knows a lot more about him from me talking about him over the years—I guess I tend to talk about Scar more than Grian because I watch his streams more and showed her pictures of Jellie.

She's also calling it "my book" :D

[cheddar-baby]

my single rule for this blog is that if i make a post thats clearly not a joke i just ask that if you're going to leave a reply please leave a sincere one. It really annoys me getting joke replies to serious posts and i block those people more often than not.

If you can't tell whether a post is a joke or not maybe consider just not replying in that case.

[unsettlingcreature]

I refuse to feel bad about setting boundaries. I will not be made to feel bad about setting boundaries.

[hugeegosorry]

and is „cishet oncologist” in the room with us right now?

[nums-bird]

I just finished Furina's story quest and I have a lot of opinions💀but I won't cover them now.Anyways:

All I want for Christmas is a detailed fanfiction (preferably on AO3) about Furina joining a musical as a director and travelling across Teyvat and Neuvillete watching every single one(ik he can't leave Fontaine but a girl can dream🤷)