#drabble? idk her

[mellowswriting]

me: alright, lets just write this short and filthy drabble about husband!Javi coming home from a long work trip. pure smut. nothing else. 

also me, 1.3k words later and only just now reaching the smut: he’s just too yummy 😭 i will simply pass away before shortening this 

[teddybeartoji]

satoru has a cute white little kitty cat and he loves her so fucking much. he's ready to spend all his money on that tiny creature; he buys her all the different treats he can find to figure out which ones she likes the best, and he's contantly on the lookout for new fancy beds and toys to make sure that she's treated like the royalty that she is.

something they like to do together all the time is go on walks – he even bought her the cutest pink collar with her name engraved on the little pendant and a matching harness with hearts all over it. she's his baby!!!!!!!!!!!!

when they're out on the street, satoru keeps her on his shoulder instead of letting her walk around on her own but she doesn't mind that at all – it's quite the opposite actually, as it seems to be one of her favourite places to be even when they're at home. all it takes is a little meow and satoru's leaning down, letting her jump up onto his back and then to his shoulder while continuing on with whatever it is that he was doing, and it's the same when they go out too.

satoru thinks it's important to show her around because he feels it's very unfair to just keep her in the apartment all day long – he can tell from how the kitty looks around with big curious eyes that she too, wants to see the world. the dogs, the birds, the people. it's all so interesting, isn't it?

but other than the busy streets, they also like to go to the park a lot. that's where satoru feels comfortable enough to actually let her roam around a little. satoru watches her eat grass like she's a little cow and then he watches her sink into the ground as she tries to creep up on the little bird like a feral beast. he thinks it's incredibly cute. and sometimes after all the hunting and feasting, they take a break – satoru lays down on the bench and lets the kitty curl up on his chest. he can feel her purr as he pets her back and it feels good. it feels good to have a companion.

the cat and him have formed a bond; they seem to understand each other despite speaking completely different languages and they both seek out gentle care and love. the little creature does more for satoru than he could've ever imagined and he can only hope he can do the same for her.

[stsgluver]

synopsis. you were once gojo’s girlfriend but left due to the pressures of jujutsu. now you’re back as a teacher at tokyo.

wc. 490

series link !

"blue looks good on you."

gojo knew you were there, he'd recognise your cursed energy anywhere. still, the sound of your voice after several years without startled him more than he would've cared to admit.

it looks better on you, is what he wanted to say. instead he gave you a grin, tilting his head to the side as he looked down at you. "everything looks good on me."

you laughed, and god did he miss that - the way your eyes crinkled and the way you covered your mouth with your hand. the sound of your voice was honey and it soothed his ache of being apart from you for so long.

"glad to know you're still humble, oh honoured one," you teased and gojo felt his cheeks heat up. it was an unfamiliar sensation - the feeling of embarrassment. yes, he may have once declared himself as such, but as he stood in the presence of you, he only felt honoured to be so close to you. if you moved any closer, your shoulders could've brushed against one another and he would've allowed that. infinity off.

"you're back just for an exchange event?" gojo asked with brows furrowed. his students were training for such in the field in front of you, only megumi vaguely aware of the significance you being there held.

it was the same field the two of you would sneak out to a decade prior just to watch the stars.

"didn't yaga tell you? i'm a teacher now," you quirked a brow as you watched his jaw drop, mouth slightly agape. "yeah believe me i'm just as shocked as you."

it took a moment for him to compose himself as he struggled to find the right words. "jujutsu was killing you," gojo's tone softened to just above a whisper. he was wearing glasses that had by now tipped to the edge of his nose as he studied you with those ocean blue eyes swirling with a formidable power.

your smile dropped slightly. there was no point in avoiding the elephant in the room forever. "losing you killed me."

you cleared your throat and took a step back. three and a half years of unspoken words created a wall stronger than his infinity and gojo wanted nothing more than to personally crush every brick.

nodding your head over to the practicing students, you changed the subject, "i've been assigned to help you out with the first years as i get used to being back so try to go easy on me." gojo managed to muster up a small chuckle at your jab at your different grade levels. he didn't respond, however, and turned his attention back to the students.

if he spoke, he'd be on his knees, promising you that he'd never hurt you or allow anyone else to harm you now that you were here again.

he'd lost you once and he'd be damned if he did that again.

[luvrxbunny]

guys my first time being outwardly horny abt a girl 🙊

so ellie williams am i right??

i think she honestly LOVES eating you out. not really in general, like she loves tasting puss in general but eating you out is a whole other experience for her

the way you taste, writhe, and moan for her. the pride she feels in making you feel so good.

the first time she eats you out she’s shocked herself at the way it feels for her. like every stripe she licks up ur cunt sends a jolt of pleasure to hers. like you’re both connected or something.

and as your taste coats her tongue she begins to lose her mind. i think she’d be really teasing, giving little kitten licks but as your taste soaks into her mouth.. she can’t get enough— she throws all her teasing tactics out the window and just drinks up as much of you as she can.

i think she’d get so desperate that she’d have to grab a pillow off your bed and place it between her legs, just to give herself some stimulation, something to grind on as she feasts on you.

and think she’d get distracted. she’d be grinding on her pillow and her mind is running wild with your taste and in no time you’re gushing into her mouth, flooding her with more of her favorite flavor and she’s trying to suck it all up. she refuses to let any of it go to waste.

but with that being the only thing on her mind she forgets that you’re getting more sensitive the more she does. she can hear your ragged moans but she can’t process what they mean, just how amazing they sound so she just keeps drinking you up, trying to get more of your taste, more of your sounds.

eventually you have to tear her head away from your core. she fights it a bit too, not even being able to comprehend why you’d want to push her away.

and you can see it in her eyes once they meet yours. she has that far away, confused, kicked puppy look as she waits for your explanation, still grinding on her pillow and licking her lips, gathering any remanence of you.

she’s probably so out of it you have to let her fuck you to calm down, to ground her

and after she comes to, she just babbles about how perfect you are, how amazing you feel, taste, and sound. aftercare comes so naturally to her

whoopsie!!! wrote a little more than i meant to

[callsign-songbird]

"Bleeden' Jesus, bonnie!" Soap yelps, drawing his hand back suddenly from where he had reached to grab his sweet birds hand. Casual, sweet, nonchalant.

"Mind tellin' meh why yer hands feel like you've been fondlen hot coals like a right fucken' bawbag?" He mumbles, brow furrowing as he reaches just a bit further up to grab her by her upper arms so he can look her over, the flesh bare beneath his fingertips in her tank top.

Much to his surprise, the skin there is concerningly cold, and his look of worry only deepens as he stands, pulling his hands away and beginning to rifle around for her pants, knowing that she'll put up a Hell of a fight if he tries to drag her to the doctor in those cute little pajama bottoms he loves.

But his bird isn't even mildly concerned, softly gripping his bicep and murmur soft words of placation until he comes back to the couch with her. After all, she feels fine. This just happens sometimes, and the game just came back on. He wouldn't want to miss it, right?

Not even a week later, Soap is getting ready for his impending deployment the next day, checking everything over and making sure he has all of the pretty pictures of his bird that he can't leave home without. That's when he feels a presence behind him from his seat perched on the edge of their bed and a nose nuzzling sweetly into his neck.

A damn cold nose at that.

Two absolutely frigid hands wrap around his midsection and pull him back just a bit until he's flush against his girl. "What in the name oh' tha' Pope is wrong wit' you, bird?"

The question isn't meant to be insulting or have nearly as much bite as it did. But Johnny is SURE that it isn't normal for the body's hands and nose to be freezing while the torso is absolutely burning up, especially not when you apparently fall on both ends of the spectrum, depending on the day.

At this point, it's a little harder for his bird to convince Johnny that she doesn't need to go to a doctor. After all, she's already slung over his shoulder and halfway out the door. His jaw is set stubbornly, and his brows have that determined furrow that means no one can talk him out of it.

*SMACK*

The sound reverberates through the room as Soap pauses mid-stride, processing that just happened. "... Bonnie... Did you just?-..."

The only answer he gets is a fit of soft giggles as she presses a hand to her mouth. Well, she can't be feeling THAT bad then, not when she knows what she just signed up for.

"... Aye? So, that's how it's gonnae be then? Alright, princess. Let me show you how it's done." His smirk borders on menacing as Soap turns on his heel with near deadly precision, prowling towards their shared bedroom with his hands gripping the bird on his shoulder just a bit tighter.

Fucked up internal temperatures or not, the doctor will still be there once she has a few less braincells melted out of her ears into the mattress, right? Maybe it will help her regulate?

Oh, he'll find out all right.

[willowser-but-nsfw]

i feel like bakugou only does fwb because mina tries to explain to his wound up ass that sometimes adults just have consensual sex for the fun of it.

like maybe it starts as an accident, or unplanned; somehow, she managed to get two mixed drinks in him — which is two drinks too many — and you're all at denki's birthday party and he's having a little more fun than he's willing to ever admit, and you're there, some friend of jirou's, and before he knows it, his face is flushed and he's staring at you a little too obviously from across the room.

you're pretty, that's all. and even though he's got this big dumb scar on his face and hands and chest and shoulders and — you're looking at him, too. making a face at him when something funny happens, eyes wide, lips curled into some amused smile; mouthing things to him, like he's wasted when denki falls and brings the curtains down with him. you're interacting but not, and did he really expect mina not to notice ???

"you should go talk to her!"

bakugou's reaction is a little slow, but just as intense; eyebrows furrowed, teeth grit, nostrils flared, as if she just suggested he kill his own grandma or something. "stay the hell outta my business."

unphased, she grabs one of his shoulders, fingernails diggiing in when he tries to shake her off. "c'mon, she's cute! and you two have been making googly eyes at each other all night!"

and — okay, he doesn't say anything to that, even though he definitely has not been making fucking googly eyes at you. it just takes him by surprise a little, that's all, that she thinks you've been making googly eyes at him. whatever that means. but the alcohol has set in enough that he's a little too transparent, a little too quick to bare his insecurities.

unthinking, he swivels his head back to stare at you, how you're smiling and chatting with some girl you came with, sticking your tongue out at him when you notice him looking, before he's swiveling to face back at mina again.

"the fuck am i supposed to say? i don't ever—" chat up strangers, he means, because — he never knows what the fuck to say. and it seems like a waste of time, usually, because he's got to reveal himself little by little and hope the other person doesn't run off crying because he hurt their feelings or something.

he's busy. hell, mina knows that better than anyone because her schedule isn't any looser than his, so it's not like he's really got time to date right now, and even if he did, he wouldn't have the time to devote to it that he probably should. it's why he's avoided it this long, and he makes a habit of steering clear of this subject with everyone, especially her, because she's always saying things like—

"you seriously need to get laid, blasty! maybe some of the pressure will release from your big head!"

and then he's attracting too much attention by trying to blast her to smithereens; something about alcohol makes him fourteen again, too quick to whip out the die!'s and sparking palms.

it also throws off his balance a little, because he doesn't really want to turn her to dust and so he's not fighting as hard and she's almost got him in a headlock when you walk up, laughing at how much they resemble clumsy, overgrown children.

as soon as mina sees you, she's up on her feet and saying, "he's totally clean, practically a virgin!" before he can actually, really, truly end her young life. and you laugh some more when his face goes beet red and he means to insist that that's not true — it is — but you sit too close beside him on the couch and it's like he's taken a large sip of one of mina's too-strong drinks all over again.

"you know," you start, crossing one leg over another so that it's brushing against his knee. "you're a lot funnier than i thought you'd be."

and bakugou has zero game sober, so he says, "...well...you dunno shit about me, so..."

"no, i guess i don't," you snort, leaning a little further into him, grin widening when his cheeks darken at your proximity. "but i'd like to learn."

no. he's not gonna tell anyone that you fucked in sparkplug's guestroom. zero. nobody. taking it to the grave, because he's really not that kind of guy. and there's already this out of control rumor about him in the media that he's some sado-masochist hard dom and he's not really trying to fuel that fire.

okay, he doesn't tell anyone except mina, because she's the one that got him into the whole thing in the first place.

"it's really not a big deal, kats." she says it to him over breakfast in her overdecorated, over-pink kitchen, smirking at him from across the bar counter where he's chugging some green drink she concocted. "people hook up with strangers all the time."

"well, i fuckin' don't." he grumbles, frowning at the heart pattern on her dinner plates. the too-large glasses she's given him to block out the sun aren't helping. more for show than anything, he thinks.

"not like i want to know all the raunchy details but," —she and bakugou share a grimace at the thought— "didn't you have at least a little bit of fun?"

okay, he did.

you're — carefree, in the sense that nothing was too serious, too awkward. this isn't something bakugou does on the regular so it maybe might have been a while, but — you were fine with that. didn't mind at all, seemed to be just as content sitting naked on top of him, tracing the ugly lines over his chest and across his shoulders and at his hip and —

he also learned his refractory period is about 12 minutes. and that yours is about 45 seconds.

yeah, he can admit that he had a decent time with you, but the problem isn't that he hooked up with some stranger.

the problem is that he kinda liked watching you through hazy eyes as you walked your fingers up his chest, fiddling with his ear and pushing his hair up off his forehead. that he kinda liked pulling your legs up around his hips because you fit together a little better than he expected. that he didn't know you would feel so good or sound so sweet underneath him.

the problem is that sex makes him vulnerable and that's the real reason he avoids it so much. the problem is that he doesn't really want to hook up with strangers.

the problem is that now he just wants you.

[elitesheepi]

There's a very specific flavor of MaiZula that's both underutilized, but so good.

Post-canon Azula is imprisoned. Well not in a cell like Ozai, but in a mental health sanctuary near Ember Island. It's quiet, it's far away from the abyss of trauma and bad memories that's the the Fire Nation palace. If Zuko is asked why he sent her there and not sent rotting in a darkest corners like their father, Zuko will just reply, "she's still my sister. It's a complicated." The other unsaid answer, is that it was a favor from a close ex-friend. Or rather, ex-girlfriend.

Mai was right when she said she loved Zuko more than she feared Azula, but that didn't mean she didn't have any love for the former Princess. Despite it all, she did enjoy her time with her. Not running all of the world for some bald monk and his posse, but Azula plucking her from a life of boredom and discontent in Omashu was exactly the thing she needed the most. The rare moments when Azula dropped high and might perfectionist princess act (which were very few) and acted like the immature teen Mai knew her to truly be--it was nice. Made her remember why she stuck around for so long after they met in the Academy.

She didn't enjoy betraying Azula, but it had to be done.

Ty Lee was her friend, but Azula was something else. She's never said it out loud but she admired how driven and intense she was about this mission. Mai almost wished she could be as emotional in that way. Well almost. Then again if she was more emotional, perhaps her and Zuko would be together as opposed to him and the little waterbender girl...

Meh she doesn't care enough to think about that too much.

She does care though, to think about Azula. And she does, a lot. In Boiling Rock, she thought about how much she hated Azula. She thought about how Azula was losing that control, that perfect perfection. She was slipping, and everyone could see it in the way her jaw clicked, the subtle twitching of her eyes everytime someone spoke out of turn.

Then, she thought about how much she pitied Azula, and how much she hated seeing her former best friend rotting in a jail cell like she was the bottom echelon scum of society. Maybe she deserved, maybe her and Ty Lee deserve it too for being her accomplices for everything--chasing the avatar, her family's conquering of Omashu, the Fall of Ba Sing Se--but that's not what happened now is it?

Ty Lee is off playing dress up with the Kyoshi Warriors, and she's wandering the palace playing Upper Court nobility like she was born and bred to do.

And yet...Is it guilt? Is this hollow feeling in her chest guilt knowing she's returned to luxury even after everything she's done? Guilt for the people? Eh, debateable. Guilt towards Azula--Ah, yeah. That's it.

Mai doesn't like how guilt feels. She never thought she could feel it.

Still, pity and guilt are such ugly feelings to feel. Terrible emotions that ruin her day. How can Zuko stomach it? How could he have wanted her feel emotions like this. "I like when you're angry," ugh. (He better be happy with Ms. Uptight and Angry, it's what he asked for.)

"There's a place called the Chamomile. I want Azula sent there."

"It's for helping people," she continues before Zuko can say a word, "Apparently it's not far from Ember Island, so getting her there won't be too much of hassle."

His jaw clicks in the same way Azula's does. She wonders if they ever noticed that? "Why should I?"

Why should I forgive her? Why shouldn't I leave her imprisoned like our f--Like Ozai.

He doesn't neeed to say it. He's as easy to read since they day they met. (You couldn't read that he was unhappy. Nor could you read the note he left behind.)

Her tone is bored, her face is flat, and she's the steely nobleman her mother expected her to be. "Because, then she'll be my problem. And as far away from you as possible."

It takes 5 days before he tells her his decision. It takes 5 weeks to get accommodations in order for her transport. It takes 5 months before Azula is willing to see her.

It takes 5 years before Azula is willing to return her hug again like she used too.

Azula never thanks her. Mai would be a fool and a liar if she expected her too. But, she shows her "thanks" in small ways. She leaves a bowl of cherries behind with 3 left in it. Azula actually responds to her now, instead of glaring the whole time. How kind, the people's princess.

Mai's just happy to see the color return to her cheeks and the vicious-yet-dulled barbs return. Azula's bangs have finally grown again to a acceptable length after that awful cut job she did. Her golden eyes have become daggers matching her favorite one, but now fully sheathed. Well, most sheathed.

This is still Princess Azula of the Fire Nation. She's still dangerous, she still's a threat, but just apathetic to it all. Just like Mai. In this moment, as they sit close together in the bay window overlooking the ocean, they're truly one in the same. Two high-ranking ladies of the Fire Nation, dulled and snipped of who they once where. Ty Lee doesn't care--she got her ironic happy ending of blending in when she wanted to stand out in the first place--but the two of them. They're just two apathetic women in a world moving on without them.

Mai's good at playing a role of going along with it. And she'll drag Azula with her if she has too. She's not facing this world alone.

Plus, Azula owes her for making her care so much about someone. She'll never get a thanks, but she deserves some kind of compensation for having her apathetic streak ruined by Azula.

Guilt, pity, adoration, affection--Ugh.

Emotions suck. Azula sucks for making her feel like this.

And maybe she sucks for kissing her and not pulling away when Azula kisses back.

[yuwuta]

peds surgeon yuuta??? u cant say things like that i need to jump. the cartoons, the glasses, of course his freaky ass would have a thing for u calling him doctor okkotsu i need to die id wanna tease him sm and be all over him but i cant think of anything if its in a hospital how did the greys anatomy ppl made it work?

the grey’s doctors were FREAKS LMFAOO bc there is not space to be doing all that in the on call rooms…. honestly yuuta is probably too busy to even try anything with you in the hospital 90% of the time… he’s either in surgery or buried in the research library or falling asleep standing up 😭 sometimes you two pass each other in an empty stairwell and have time for a kiss or two, but never more than that (also because yuuta has very little self-restraint when it comes to you… if he allowed himself more than that, then it would be much harder to stop…) 

sometimes the two of you will fall asleep in the same on call room. yuuta will page you there and by the time you arrive he’s already half asleep, it’s probably his only nap in the last 24 hours, so you do your best not to wake wake him when you cuddle up next to him. you get a few hours of bliss in his arms before his pager is waking the both of you up, and he’s got to scurry downstairs to the peds floor and in his hurry he doesn’t realize he’s snagged your lab coat instead of his own, and it’s only when he’s haphazardly slipped it on and the arms are too short and the shoulders are too tight that he figures it out. it’s too late by then, because gojo is the attending on this case which means he doesn’t miss anything, which means he’s the first to giggle and tease, poking at your name embroidered above the breast pocket, “oh? i didn’t know the two of you got married already! oh and you took her last name, how noble, yuuta!~” 

[chimerahyperfix]

This loop has to be the one. Nevermind that you said it last loop, and the one before, and the one before that, and most of the ones before that. THIS was the one you'd stop the King in his tracks. You push a few of your many potions to the side to make room on your desk. None of them worked to stop him, so they were useless. He's still about twelve, fourteen? hours away, so you have enough time to make the bomb, eat and take a fat nap before you go pick a fight. Maybe this time, it'll work! It has to!

You've gotten better at making the Craft Bomb. It hasn't blown up on you before you intended to use it in... a long time. You can make it fast enough, now, for it to still be light outside! You've become silent while you work, which Mirabelle has told you is ''worrying'', but you don't see why it is. Are you really that loud? (Yes. You are.)

It's hard work. Soft light bathes your desk, your work, you. You reach out, past your potions, and grab your water bottle. Take a big swig, and

Hmm. That's not water.

How. HOW do you keep making this mistake. You look at the bottle in your hand, and sure enough, it’s one of the potions; your water bottle is shoved in the back of the collection of other containers. The taste is caustic, your throat begins to burn. You shouldn’t be this calm for having just drank something that’ll kill you in a handful of minutes, but it’s happened before. Despite the pain you don't bother trying anything. Just push the finished bomb to the side and lay your face against the wood of the table. Feel the blood start to pool in your mouth and dribbling out, staining the wood. Mirabelle, or Euphie or whoever comes in next, they can use it this loop. It's not the first time you've drank one of the many, many dangerous potions on your desk, and it's probably not the last. Maybe you'll actually clean the crabbing thing off before you work.

Whatever. You have next time. You have all the time.

Perhaps a bit too much, actually.

[lovesickeros]

can.. can I ask for an affectionate reader with characters who aren’t normally like… used to the love? like, not just through words but physical affection like hand-holding, kisses, hugs, all that shebang. probably with a few people like yelan, ei, basically any character that is either cut-off from society or seems socially distant or isolated. 😞

☆ affectionate reader with yelan, ei, & furina

[ 4.2 Archon Quest spoilers ]

× yelan

Varies between how you display your affection, to be honest. Just like being affectionate with people? She's cool with it as long as you don't pop by while she's working (mostly because she'll end up dragging you into it for a bit of fun). I don't think she's all that touchy feely herself, but she'll absolutely get you gifts instead– like pretty knick nacks? She'll make sure to snag any she thinks you might like. Like a good meal? Sure, she'll take you out to one of the restaurants in the city, doesn't matter how expensive. Her treat. If you do prefer physical gifts rather then being taken out, you'll eventually get used to the random unmarked letters and packages showing up where your staying pretty often. It's obvious to know who it came from even if she never signs anything.

Flirty reader, though? Whole nother can of worms and now it's a challenge. The more confident you are the more interested she is. The other acolytes would absolutely seethe at the idea but she has no hesitation at just straight up flirting back– she's as charismatic as they come and she's got a poker face that's basically impenetrable. She'll probably also make a bet to see who cracks first (she always wins, unsurprisingly). Probably won't get dragged into any of her schemes this way but if you ask politely maybe she'll consider it, anyway.

The smell of freshly brewed tea and the clatter of dice across wood was a common sight at the Yanshang Teahouse– less common was the woman secluded in the far corner, her lips pulled into a grin that flashed fangs and a look that would scare off the most confident of men.

She'd normally try to scope out any new blood that'd made the mistake of stepping into her teahouse and was equally stupid enough to accept a gamble against her just for the thrill of it, but she was far too absorbed in the warm body at her side, one of her die clasped tightly in their hand as she guided them through the motions– they had a knack for it, she had to admit. The thought made her preen, the clatter of the die as it rolled across the table giving her that subtle, familiar rush.

Even if she knew exactly where it'd land.

"Six. Hm, maybe you're just lucky," She muses, plucking the die from the table and holding it up to her eye like a prized jewel, "Or maybe you're not as innocent as you'd have us believe." There's a sharp glint in her eyes at the prospect, but everyone else has the sense to keep their heads down and their words to themselves as she tosses the die herself.

"So why don't we find out and make a bet, just between you and me?"

× ei

Varies between Ei and the Shogun, because you'll probably be seeing either as much as the other. Sometimes you gotta really squint to tell who it is sometimes, but you get used to it. Both are fairly similar, though, in that their first instinct (especially in public) is to tense up like you're about to attack them or something. Difference is Ei eventually relaxes after a solid minute of trying to process your sudden affection and, if no one else is around, she might even reciprocate. Just don't tease her for being a little stiff and awkward about it, she's trying. That's what happens when your only company is a robot and uh. Nothing. For like 500 years. She's trying. Raiden, on the other hand, is just about as awkward as you can imagine. She's polite (blunt) about it because Ei is fond of you and also you are. The Creator. But she's not really built to deal with personal relationships and so she doesn't know how to deal with affection.

..Depending on what you do you may or may not blue screen Ei hard enough that she retreats back to PoE

Ei usually isn't fond of sitting still, unless it's to meditate. At least then she goes in with a purpose, something to achieve– but now, she's just focused on trying not to make a fool of herself. Her muscles are starting to ache from how hard she's tensing, though, in an effort to sit as straight and still as possible as their hands glide through her hair, weaving it into a single braid.

She can just barely hear the subtle lilt of their voice as they hum– and though it is soothing, it is also..very distracting. She can't focus long enough to try and meditate, too lost in the gentle rise and fall of their voice and the care they take to braid her hair. If she'd had a heart, she'd sure it'd be beating so wildly against her ribcage they could hear it.

But then it stops– their hands fall back to their sides and their humming falters. She freezes, too, racking her brain for any slights she must have committed. Instead, she is met with a calm, tender touch on the back of her neck, making her inhale sharply.

"Am I making you uncomfortable, Ei? You're so tense.." She has to grit her teeth to stop herself from bowing so low her head presses against the ground, her hands folded in her lap, clenching instinctively. "..No, Divine One." She answers simply, trying to contain the adoration swelling in her chest.

Yet as much as she tries to relax, to ease their worries, she finds that she cannot.

"Hm." That small murmur, a simple sound that nearly made her jump, was the only warning she got before they scooted closer, wrapping their arms around her stomach and resting their chin on her shoulder with a grin she would liken to Miko's, if she dared to make such a comparison. "Really?"

She swears she must've been feverish at the affection, lightheaded and dazed until she thought she might simply perish at the brush of their hands against her own.

Much to her embarrassment, however, she doesn't realize she's instinctively pulled back into Plane of Euthymia until she sees the familiar dull purples engulf her vision once again.

Though only a small solace, it seemed a little..brighter, this time.

× furina

Varies between pre 4.2 and post 4.2 archon quests to be honest.

Pre 4.2 she comes off as very vain– of course the most Divine would see fit to spoil her with affection! She deserves it, and is obviously their favorite! Just don't look too hard because she's terrible at hiding how flustered she actually is. Absolutely goes home right after and screams into her pillow for at least thirty minutes minimum.

Post 4.2 she's a lot more openly bashful and flustered. She's really not used to affection and even the smallest show of it has her folding immediately. Now that she doesn't need to worry about being found out she's a lot more receptive to affection. Cup her cheeks and compliment her and her knees are buckling. Like. Especially weak for compliments and praise (she deserves it. please spoil her).

She swears she must be hallucinating– she had been having trouble sleeping recently. But..no. The visage of the Creator was as real as the sweat beading on her brow as she stared at them for a long, awkward moment. Should..she let them in? But then they'd see the pathetic state she was in, and the last thing she wanted to do was make a fool of herself in front of them-!

Her choice was quickly made for her, anyway, as she let out an undignified squeak of surprise when they suddenly tugged her forward into their chest, enclosing her in a hug.

Her first reaction was to freeze– her second was becoming absolutely flustered, her cheeks flushing a soft pink and her mouth closing and opening as she tried to find her words.

"I– ah..um." She stumbled over her words instead, floundering like a fish out of water. Yet she felt a distinct sense of emptiness wash over her when they finally pulled back, looking a touch sheepish. "Sorry, sorry– you just looked like you needed a hug."

The silence spoke for itself, her shoulders tensing slightly. But the way the concern and affection bled through their voice made her waver, her hands trembling as she let out a shaky breath that almost sounded like a sigh.

"It's..It's fine! Fine, I'm fine." She repeated, trying desperately to ignored the way her voice cracked and how hot her face felt– though it was more an attempt to affirm herself that she was not thinking about how warm they felt, how much she..actually enjoyed the hug. She wasn't thinking about it all! Absolutely not!

..Maybe a little.

"Just warn me next time, please?"

[skz-elle]

kacii told me to post this and it’s her fault i was throttled by the thought of Hongjoong studio sex so…

inspo: bestie @kaciidubs ✨🎀

hongjoong x fem!reader

fluff, unregulated romantic fluff, slight nsfw (mentioned orgasms but no descriptions), unedited except for the one thing i saw i misspelled

His headphones are around your neck, where he had you come closer to hear a part of a song. Just moments ago, you had been standing in front of him with your eyes closed, nodding to the beat, carefully listening to the small details because he asked you for your opinion and you knew he meant “critique”.

He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he was enraptured. Enamored with the way your face was softly lit by his keyboard. Infatuated with your hands gently holding the speakers to your ears and how your fingers poked out of the sleeves of his hoodie, which he had just pulled over your head at the first hint you were chilly.

That’s why he wrote songs for you. About you. About how he felt towards you. About how the world was you and him and nothing else whenever you were here.

He can’t wait for you to finish listening. He tries, and he wants to, but he physically can’t wait. His body craves your touch and it is the one thing he allows himself to indulge in without hesitation. His hands slide over your waist and he softly tugs to get your attention.

He’s in love with the way you don’t even open your eyes to check, you just trust him to guide you down into his lap. You sink into him like you were meant to be together this way. Like you were two pieces of a whole, like magnets drawn together. It’s graceful and gentle but intoxicatingly powerful in its own softness. He can’t resist. He can’t get enough. He doesn’t want to ever get enough. Being on the verge, always reaching for more, is too pleasant a chase for him to ever stop running towards it.

You’re still listening to the song when his lips slot together with yours.

You keep listening, even as he becomes more insistent, tilting your head this way and that to get the right angle. He has to make you feel his love. He wants it so deeply it aches.

You’re still listening even when his hands burrow under his hoodie, under your shirt, under your bra. His fingertips whisper their way across your skin, on paths he’s memorized long ago but will never tire of traversing.

You keep listening even when the song has ended, just to see how far he’ll go and how desperate he’ll get before he realizes. He’s addictive like this, strung out on wanting you and finally — blessedly — allowing himself pleasure in emotion just for the sake of it.

The joke is on you, though — as long as you let him, he won’t notice it’s been ten minutes instead of ten seconds.

He’d keep going for an eternity and time wouldn’t pass at all, so long as it’s you and him locked away in this little world.

You push the headphones off yourself to maneuver his hands into your hair, and that’s when he blinks back to reality for the briefest moment.

You think he’s going to speak, but he just gives you a dazed look — lips parted and shiny, breathless, cheeks pink, and eyes glossy — before he dives back in.

That’s eventually how Seonghwa finds the two of you, just a bit later. You’re asleep in Hongjoong’s chair, tangled together in what has to be an uncomfortable position, but it’s nothing new. Seonghwa always finds you like this after a particularly good orgasm or several.

Hongjoong has a tendency to rip the most mind-numbing climaxes out of you, before you both doze off just long enough to recover before waking like you’ve had a full night of sleep. heavy limbs, sore muscles, everything that comes with a comatose nap, except — Hongjoong would do it all again for even just half a second of the look you give him when he mumbles “I love you” into your skin at the joint of your neck and shoulder, and you return it with an “I know, my love.”

‘My love’, he thinks — and that’s right. Your love. He’s yours. Forever.

[spidehpig]

Okay I just read your post about Simon being so mean to poor reader 😭 how in the hell are you so good at writing things like this?! Had me blushing by the second paragraph.

I absolutely love mean Simon. It’s one of my favorite ways to picture him.

What would Simon do if reader didn’t become more desperate? What if they like, kinda shut down and felt like he didn’t want them based on the way he’s acting?

Would he still be mean, or would we see a crack in that hard shell?

ty 😭 <333 constantly talking with friends about all the random thoughts, scenarios & headcanons we all have is very fun and helpful.

tbh my flavor of ghost depends on my mood and scenario but for this particular scenario i’d like to think he’d be disappointed if she kinda just gave up and resigned herself to his teasing. i don’t think she would have here though. bird has a bit of an attitude problem that he finds cute (most of the time. just don’t catch him in a bad mood with it). the way she was huffing and glaring at him later in the night… i mean she was slamming those dishes around after dinner she was so pissed. i’d like to think she would’ve snapped and just straddled him on his stupid recliner, fishing his cock out of his trousers while he pretends to ignore her and watch his game.

of course he finds her little attempt at asserting dominance and getting his attention adorable. might just go straight to mocking and degrading her for being such a horny cockslut. or maybe he’ll push her away again… just to be mean… im sure she’ll just take to playing with her pussy on the couch next to him until even his composure breaks and he can’t help but bend his brat over the edge of it.

[forgottenarthur]

Eithne/Arthur - “ why are you looking at me like that? ”

flashback

Arthur looked quickly away at the sound of her words. He rubbed the back of his neck. Bit out a self-conscious laugh.

The day was gorgeous, the sun streaming beyond a canopy of gently waving trees. All around them, the field was bursting with wild grasses and flowers that seemed to dot the landscape with bursts of vibrant color: her greens mingling with his reds and blues, till the whole world seemed decked out for only them. And amongst all this, ensconced on rugs and pillows stretched out against the roots the sheltering oaks, motes of light filtered between the boughs, bathing Eithne in golden light as she spoke of her beloved Malconaire, her whole face beaming like the sun.

She was transcendant -- at once more a creature of this earth than he could ever be, and yet so untouchably ethereal he held his breath, almost afraid she might melt away at the slightest of breezes. A chorus of birds sang all around her as if they sang with delight just to be near her, and the dappled light wound round her like will-o-the-whisp attendants sighing upon their liege lady. The radiance of the sun was her nimbus, not glowing upon her but, rather, shining because of her and, despite himself, Arthur smiled again, this time a meditative look taking hold of his features as he stole a glance once more at her.

He'd seen her at balls and at tourneys, but as stunning as she was all made up in Roisin's finest glamors, they could not match her natural beauty here in this wild place, so much a part of her that it seemed to breathe as she did, the very wind stirring with her words. Her tresses were all the finer simply framing her face than caught up in a golden net, and Arthur thought that perhaps all that finery appeared garish against the smooth porcelain of her skin, beaming as it did here in serene sunshine. Her eyes blazed an azure so fine he was sure the sky blushed to be compared to a tint so luminous, and her smile, so rosy, seemed to capture the full lustre of the floral hedges that danced in the attendant zephyrs all around them.

Arthur smiled then, arching a soft brow as he looked at her. His voice, when he spoke, was very soft. "I should have thought that obvious."

For a moment, Eithne looked at him and then, suddenly seeming to catch his meaning, or perhaps -- he hoped -- thinking something similar herself, she colored slightly and looked away. "You mustn't say such foolish things, Arthur. Anyone might think you meant them."

"It would showcase their wisdom."

Laughing, Eithne made herself busy, then, leaning forward to draw a repast from the wicker basket at her knee. Her gown was a simple roughspun, but somehow, out here amongst the gently tilting trees, he did not think anything could have appeared more becoming and, sighing, he gazed heavenward.

"Tell me -- before...before my father," began Arthur, gesturing vaguely, as if to indicate a time before the conquest. "How did you spend days like these?"

Eithne paused in her ministrations, and Arthur was conscious, then, of the weight of her gaze upon him. He smiled, slightly, still looking skyward. "Well...when we could, much like this."

"Oh?"

"But, most often, taking baskets to the village, of course."

Arthur frowned, turning to look at her, then. "Are...are they fond of...wicker?"

She laughed. His confusion did not dissipate. It was Eithne's turn to look quizzical. "Do...I don't suppose you take baskets to people? Or...or perhaps your sisters? Your mother and stepmother?"

Arthur shrugged. "I don't know that most people in the Empire have much...inclination towards--" he shrugged, gaze sliding to the basket at her knee. "Baskets. They're useful, certainly, but--"

"No, it's not--we don't take empty baskets."

Arthur shook his head, shrugging.

"They're filled with goods. Gifts. Bread and cheese and lettuce and jams and...anything that might help those...less well off."

"So...its some form of...charity?"

"Yes! Precisely."

Arthur frowned at the basket before them, doubt churning inside him. Then, a moment, and he pointed. "And? Is...this...charity?"

"What?"

"I just--It's a basket."

Laughing suddenly, Eithne set a plate with cheese and cold chicken before him. "In this case, it's hospitality. I daresay, you're better off than I am, or don't they feed imperial princes?" she teased, grinning.

Laughing, Arthur watched her laughter, her whole face seeming to somehow brighten even further as her limpid eyes danced. Somewhere deep in his belly, Arthur felt warmth suffuse him, something bright and briliant blooming in his chest as he joined her in laughter. "Why do you think we all come here so very often?"

"I did not imagine you came as beggars."

Arthur paused, watched the merriness in her face. It seemed to him the birds were singing more quietly now, as if they were alone in all the world, with no other earlthy creature to witness. This moment was theirs. "Any man, even a prince, is a beggar before someone like you." I didn't think someone like you could exist... he thought.

She frowned. "You make me sound a tyrant."

He shook his head, sat up a little straighter. "No, I..." he shrugged, sighing. "Eithne, what I mean is...There's no one else in the world like you. No one. Anywhere, and..." he shrugged, laughed. "I would know. I've been most places in the world, after all, and...You've no equal, Eithne. No rival. To know you is to wish to know you better. To be with you is to wish never to be parted." Arthur sighed, then, self-conscious, shrugged. "I'm not much with words, Eithne...I just mean there is no one like you. You're the sort of woman a man would beg, borrow, or steal just to please but, despite it all, I know that...My father may own half the world, but that won't make you mine. I could shower you with gems and you'd frown just," he laughed. "Just as you do now at the idea. Riches aren't what matter to you so...we're all beggars. You see? I've got nothing you want. And that's...that's something I've never encountered before."

"You're wrong!" blurted Eithne.

Arthur frowned. "I--"

"You do have something I want."

"What is it? It's yours, I--"

"Oh, hush," whispered Eithne and, leaning close, she pressed a kiss to his cheek. "There," she said, smiling, a blush blooming upon her cheeks as she leaned back again.

"Oh no you don't," chuckled Arthur, one hand slipping into the veil of her hair to cradle her neck as he leaned close. Her lips were soft as roses petals. Her breath was a warm zephyr. And her eyes, when he opened his own to see them, were brighter than the whole sky.

[antirepurp]

i keep finding fascination in the way maria is portrayed in-universe and also in meta sense, especially the latter, because so often she gets depicted as a kind of saint or an angel or god forbid a martyr, and the palatable things about her like her kindness and "inherent" goodness get focused on. it makes her character less about who she was and more about her death i think, and i get it she wasn't intended to be much more than that. her purpose was to be shadow's driving motivation in sa2 and that's fine sometimes you need characters like that when you're telling a story. but in the wider sense it becomes kind of twisted.

like you're a terminally ill teenager. you've been quarantined onto a space ship to buy you some time, and you're surrounded by people who coddle you and tell you not to do things and have your blood taken and shit. whatever normalcy you used to have is long gone and every day you come to better terms with your own mortality, or you don't think about it, whatever gets you through. you have good days when you almost feel like there's nothing wrong with you, and days when you can't get out of bed and your body aches and you feel like today might be the day you finally die

you are kind. you've been as good of a person as a child could have been so far. but you're also tired and angry and frustrated and bored. you have barely any meaningful social connections outside of your grandfather, and maybe one or two kids you run into on occasion who are younger than you and could never truly process the kind of life you're living. you are 16 and living in a hospital gown, sick of being treated like inspiration porn when you do normal things without showing your pain. you are the furthest thing from an angel. you don't want to be seen as anything comparable to an angel

you are kind and there's so much love in your heart, enough that you take a bullet for the brother who was created for you. but would you have done it if you had known how much it were to strip you from your humanity down the line?

[suicidedating]

The last days of Lucy Frostblade....

Do you think Ruvina warned her? Maybe she heard the voice of divinity whispering in her ear, telling her she was being led astray. Her goddess being overtaken by sorrow watching her sweet cleric being deceived by the same rotten force that corrupted her sister; surely she couldn't just stand by and watch.

Quiet prayer, cold air blowing from an unknown direction, "They will betray you. Do not trust the giant or his false miracles, trust only your heart. I'm sorry I cannot save you, my child."

Lucy felt the sadness of her goddess. If she tried, she could almost feel the gentle caress on her cheek. Never before had she felt Ruvina's presence like that.

Maybe she tried to stop the inevitable. She tried to be a more positive influence. She tried to convince them to be more honest adventurers, because these teachers were mean and creepy. But everyone just shrugged it off.

'We'll be out of this hellhole in a few years anyway so let's just suck it up and get this over with'

'After I helped you become the champion? Lucy, you're the main character now! Aren't you excited?'

'I don't know... what if I'm not good enough be a real adventurer..? Jace always says we'd never make it without their help...'

But despite it all, she didn't abandon her friends. In a clearing in the woods, she didn't abandon her friends. Her last fight, she spent every attack on Porter, even as she felt a small dagger digging into her ribs and an arrow pierce her back. With her dying breath, she didn't abandon her friends.

She knew choosing anger and resentment would've meant abandoning who her real friends were, deep beneath their moment of weakness. Her sacrifice was what saved the other rat grinders. She did not abandon them.

[dorkdipstick]

twitter liked these doodles so i'll crosspost this here 🔥 she'll figure it out soon enough