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[crescentfool]

going to keep this vague on purpose but playing reload has reactivated brain chemicals in me that i forgot i had.

i think i'd want to make a more thought out post later, but i think my favorite thing about reload (aside from seeing minato in full HD glory) is how much it's made me think about video games as a storytelling medium- specifically with what mechanics and game design imply for characters.

there's a lot of quality of life features added to reload that help players easily enter a flow state and get immersed in the gameplay (most notable with tartarus)! which is so dope! reload has been such a nice blend of the mechanics from both FES and portable and it feels like a love letter to persona 3 fans.

there are definitely mechanics i miss from FES (minato's ability to wield multiple weapons being one of them). i can't deny that FES has some dated mechanics that don't necessarily feel fun for the player experience... but!

i think i mostly miss things from FES because i feel like so much of minato's characterization (for me) was informed by the gameplay experience and mechanics (e.g. fatigue system). obviously there's still other ways you can put together his personality (his dialogue responses), but i think game mechanics are a bit part of it, for me.

but in spite of that, i think reload is a really nice introduction to persona 3, it's so much more accessible and has a bunch of things to help make it more fun :) so far i think i'd recommend it to people :D

[yelloworangesoda]

i dont really like begging for likes but if a post gets 1 or fucking. 0 notes youve forced my hand

[welcomingdisaster]

pov: you're browsing the "#hidden city" tag on first-age beleriand tumblr

💜 elfcontrol Follow 'speciecism' 'gondolindrim privilege' 'anti-anti-noldolante' you sound insane please go outside. please touch grass. please listen to the song of the stars

⛅ gil-ass-tel Follow can't i'm in nargothrond #underground #hidden city #think before you speak

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🌸 skunkmaid Following i have to be honest i didn't realize we weren't allowed to leave gondolin. was really busy embroidering a tablecloth and didn't notice until yesterday when i tried to walk out (needed more blue thread)

💠diamondcraft Mutuals girl it's been 200 years

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🌬️feeeeacalimë Follow idk & idc how drunk the king was he was so real for this

#its down now #should have kept it up #hidden city life fr

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🌻sweetflowersofspring Mutuals Personally I'm a huge fan of how every once in a while the King just brings a Man or 2 around. go off keep it fresh #i liked the two little ones #but ngl tuor is hot as shit #tuor call me #hidden city

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🌃wordsmithfoul Mutuals i think it's actually awesome and exciting that finrod let murder-cousin1 and murder-cousin2 into the kingdom! they're really well known for getting along with all of their kin! oaths dont work underground or anything this won't backfire! 🙃🙃🙃🙃 #how some of y'all sound rn #hidden city discourse

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🪨 madattwilight Follow A Union of Souls | 2.8k | Idril/Maeglin

Summary: When Idril Celebrindal meets her cousin Maeglin for the first time, she does not spare him a second look as a romantic partner. However, after he sits her down and logically explains to her that he is the best possible mate due to a variety of factors (good looks, intellect, ability to mine at incredible speeds) she leaves Tuor to wed him under the stars.

READ MORE ON MY WATTPAD! #rpf #idrilmaeglin #dontlikedontread #lemon #sex #cousinsex #hopethishappens #no betas we die like that stupid toddler should #hidden city (2 notes)

🧵broiderycreature Following its wednesday my dudes everyone post pictures of orodreth looking bored and despondent and slightly wet in court #wednesday posting #hidden city (128 notes)

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✨⛔this post is not for kinslayers⛔✨⛔kinslayers do NOT reblog⛔✨⛔kinslayers do not interact⛔✨

#adding that since i see whos reblogging #cant believe that needed to be said

[stereax]

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[callsignangel]

screen rant babe - jack champion x interviewer! reader

warnings: none! fluffy but not a ton word count: 1059 requested by @gcidrvsh <3 ↳ "hi!! could you write something for jack champion? like where they meet on the set of scream (cuz they’re friends with jenna ortega) OR whatever you really wanna write its up to you" a/n: hi friends!! sorry this look so long. this fic is the first part of what's going to be a series about jack champion. i gave the reader some background (and a surprise relative) in this fic just to add some substance. i misplaced my list of people to tag, i'm so sorry! i'll be sure to set up a proper tag list for future parts of this series. i hope you enjoy!! reblogs and feedback about my work is deeply appreciated. <3

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it had already been a long press day, having been interviewing the cast of avatar: the way of water for it's upcoming release. it was finally nearing the end of the day - you just had one more interview left with trinity bliss and jack champion. the interviews had been done in pairs, like sam and zoe, sigourney and jim, bailey and jamie, and now trinity and jack.

they had been sitting there when you walked in, patiently waiting as you arrived on time for their next interview. making sure your mic was on properly and working, you greeted them both with handshakes and quick small talk before you all seated yourself in those god awful uncomfortable directors chairs. "okay, it's so great to see you guys!" you began, a big big smile on your face. "my name is y/n and i'm here in partner with screenrant interviewing some of the cast from avatar: the way of water which is in theatres worldwide on december 16th," you finished your introduction, allowing them to begin theirs. "hi, my name is trinity jo-li bliss and i play tuktirey," she smiled directly into the camera and waved."and i'm jack champion and i play spider," he waved quickly and beamed for the camera before quickly returning his attention to you. "awesome, thank you for setting aside the time to meet with me today," you began again, “i’ll just get right into it here, did you learn anything from this movie? what was it?” you kept your formalities on for the camera, but your words were silent in his ears as he tuned out your voice and focused solely on you. your mannerisms, the way you read your questions directly out of the notepad you brought so you didn’t forget them and how eloquent you were when speaking and being spoken to. he was so enchanted by you that he didn't realize it was his turn to answer your question. “jack,” trinity whispered, nudging him softly to tell him it was his turn to answer you. “sorry, what was the question again?” he snapped back to reality and a nervous, breathy laugh escaped him. trinity looked at you and you returned her puzzled face before breaking out into a fit of giggles. “did you learn anything from this movie?” you repeated. “oh yeah, totally. the importance of family is a repeating theme in this movie and because i’m so close to my family, i’ve learned to protect them and make sure to keep them close because nowadays you never know what could happen,” he recovered quickly, and you smiled at him. he was cute, chivalrous and quick on his feet. definitely your type.

the interview continued for another 20 minutes, asking questions regarding working with james cameron, what it was like working with motion capture, how they prepared for their roles and other smaller questions regarding the other cast mates. trinity is a natural born story teller, so she would take charge regarding funny cast moments on set or even in other interviews. jack still kept his attention on you, but this time making sure to listen incase you had another question for him. he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you anymore than he had. when the interview ended, you asked them both if you could take a quick picture of them for the article and for screenrant’s socials, both of whom happily obliged. 

as you were getting your mic removed by the camera crew, you were surprised to see jack lingering by. “oh hey, thanks for letting me interview you today!” you spoke up, noticing his newfound nervous nature and trying to ease the awkwardness. he smiled, “i think you were the most fun interview we’ve had this entire press tour,” he admitted sheepishly. you giggled, “well, i’m glad. some people take interviews way too seriously and i think it takes away all of the fun and excitement about being in a big blockbuster movie like this.” you finished, double checking that you had your bag and your waterbottle with you before heading out. but before you could leave, jack stopped you again. “hey, do you live in LA or are you just here for work?” “oh, i’m actually just here for work! i’m originally from new york. i’m leaving in a couple days for the premiere in london actually,” you watched as his face lit up. “are you going to be at the premiere for work too?” he questioned, and you laughed. “not exactly. sigourney’s actually my aunt, and she invited me to come with her!” you declared, “i don’t think she was expecting me to be here for an interview today honestly.” giggling, you watched jack’s mind connect the dots. “oh my god haha that’s so cool, how come i never saw you on set?” he inquired. “never had enough time during school and her filming schedule. i would see her on holidays, or sometimes she would come and visit me while i was working in quebec.” you conversed a little more, talking about how you started working for screenrant, and if you had any plans to become an actor yourself. you hadn’t realized how easy he was to talk to, or how attractive he was now that it was just the two of you speaking in such close proximity. “do you have a date for the premiere?” he blurted, taking you both by surprise. “i mean, besides being there with your family and sigourney, of course.” you shook your head. “i guess i’ve been so busy with work i haven’t been looking for a date,” you responded, watching his shoulders relax as he heard you didn’t have anyone to go with. “i mean, neither do i besides my family. we could go together?” poor man was so nervous. he was scratching his neck as he awaited your response, and you grabbed it to help calm his nerves. “i’ll happily go with you, jack.” you gave his hand a tight squeeze, as if trying to tell him that this wasn’t a dream. “okay, great. that’s awesome,” he sounded relieved. you both giggled quietly, hands still conjoined. “i have a couple of days off before i leave LA, would you want to go out sometime before then?” you asked. “how does disneyland sound?” he grinned. “sounds perfect.”

[suhjihanma]

Ghostface Rindou like I’m talkin serial killer Rindou

Apologies for making this a couple days late. Work and getting prepared to travel this weekend has been draining. Hope you like it.

☩Pairing: Rindou Haitani / Female Reader ☩Word Count: 1,045 words ☩Content: Dubious content heading towards non-con, sex with strangers, mask kink, semi-blood play, knife play, hinting of death, drug and alcohol use, intoxicated female reader, characters under the influence, dirty talk, morbid fetishes, unfamiliar environments. ☩Author's Note: So, with kinktober closed and myself barely finishing it, I'm glad that you guys are reblogging and liking my content. I appreciate everyone who looks over my stories. You guys are awesome. This story can contain disturbing imagery so, read at your own risk. As always, minors, ageless blogs, and kink shamers do not interact. Thank you, guys.

The coldness compliments the warmth of two bodies. One that towered above a drugged-out body of a woman drunk in her mindless stupor. The other body, a man towered you with a presence that lingered nothing but caution, yet for some reason the ignorance of your arousal wanted more.

While fondling over the endless bliss of wanting to get handled raw over a rotting tree that stood on its last bits of life, you looked over to the man. Your drunken face quip his uncertainty. The glasses that rested against the bridge of his nose gleamed. Each head movement given to make sense of his environment.

An environment that made you question your gullibleness in people.

The atmosphere became filled with humidity, wet earth, and the lingering cologne that hindered the senses of smell. You wonder about the questionable events being at play. As the moonlight luminates the open space of hidden wetlands to marshes, the effects of the various drugs in your system were beginning to wear off. Looking around your surroundings, you questioned yourself about the situation that you were in.

The only memory that you had was that a man in glasses was conversing to you about random things at a gathering. You remembered how his warming, yet not intimidating charisma won you over. A soft smile crept through his face as you talked to him about the dull atmosphere surrounding the party. If memory serves correct, you told him your name and exchanged friendly formalities. Then, those friendly formalities changed into sensual conversing. Body exchanges coming closer as you complimented his costume of choice. You didn’t mind the stench of alcohol that reeked across his breath. A choice that many others like yourself have seen before with given popularity. Hell, you didn’t even seem to notice it until you got closer to his neck and whispered suggestive compliments.

Rindou...

Rindou was his name.

You wondered why costumes like his give off the arousal of the unknown. An unknown face that could be anyone, along with anonymity. It wasn’t something to dwell upon hardly. It was something more of a simple fetish that deemed attractive enough to mindlessly suggest a spot to talk more in “private”. Or, what he says.

Still, it was nice to let a masked person know about your sexual fetishes and how it correlated to his fetishes.

What wasn’t nice is that you were now in a position of something more than hooking up with a random stranger. A random stranger that was fully studying his surroundings. Looking around the dreaded atmosphere, the sounds of crunched, wetted leaves sounded from the bottom of your feet. You readjusted your standing position, unsure about what was going to happen next. The sounds weren’t comfortable at best, but realized now that the man standing above you grew to come closer. The personal space that was present grew to be more slim as the man now studied your frightening stance.

“I won't bite.” He laughs, a soft click of the tongue was made as his breath dances across the goosebumps of your neck. The uncalm nature of your stance was soon to fall as you respectfully joked back. You knew full well that the uneasiness was growing to be more uncomfortable. As you were about to retort with a smart remark of your own, you noticed his eyes grew more narrowed behind his glasses. The brown eyes that you were now enticed with were unrecognizable.

A low chuckle came from his chest as Rindou licked his tongue across the nape of your neck. A rough feeling of sorts, you couldn’t help but to squirm in front of his view. The sexual, yet uneasiness tension is continuing to cloud your hazy judgment as you look at him with a small pout, quite fitting for the moonlight.

“Why is it that I can tell that you’re lying?” You slurred your question, barely knowing that you almost tripped against a rooted tree stump hidden in the leaves. Rindou looks at you with quick concern before grabbing you by your wrist. A meek yelp came from your lips as you reacted from the quickness that came from your body movements.

“Promise. I won't bite.” He repeated his words, this time in a deeper tone of voice. It rumbles against his chest as he brushes something against your legs. While going through guessing games in your head, it was sharp to the touch, and cold. The object carelessly drags across the skin as your breathing begins to hitch. Your breathing begins to come shallow as you are now putting the pieces of what yet is to come. As each breath rises from your opened chest, the pressure from the object becomes harder to your skin. The bluntness of the object that slowly sank to your skin, soon to penetrate your opening layers.

You tried to back into the nearest rotting tree, hopefully the leverage of placing your back against something will hinder the pain but, the constant stabs of the man's knife grew to be unbearable.

A shrill scream came from your hitched voice. The pooling of a warm liquid that came from the open wound slowly ran across the opening layer of your skin, Rindou looked at the wound site, pleased. The sight of a woman in her most vulnerable state sent him to the edge of ecstasy. He continued to mark deep, puncturing wounds in your skin, ignoring the heads of mercy that spilled endlessly from your agape lips.

Each stab made you cry out in fear.

Each stab made Rindou moan out.

“Then again, of all the times I’ve done this with drugged out sluts like you, I probably will.”

The atmosphere filled with ominous sounds overlapped with Rindou’s barking laughter. Hearing it made you wince out in pain, along with fright.

You wanted him to stop, but your begging fell on deaf ears. Rindou wanted this as an opportunity for dominance. Having you fall to your bloody knees, begging for your life while shamelessly suggesting sexual favors was ideal. The thought of a person pleading something so desperate was enough to make the man grow a familiar dent in his jeans.

Even more so to a full-fledged orgasm as the thought of you clinging to the last pieces of life.

Rindou hoped that you wouldn’t pass out before receiving his pleasure.

It just wouldn't be fair.

[uhhlifeig]

ABOUT ME!

Hey, y'all! I'm Emi, my pronouns are she/they, and I'm bi. This is a safe space for everyone!!

I am in the Marauders, PJO, HP, RWRB, and HOO fandoms (former DSMP fan, would always love to discuss).

My fave musicians rn are Måneskin, Derivakat, and Conan Gray.

Fave painting is Gathering Storm bc not only does it have LORE, it's also just really pretty.

I AM A MINOR. DO NOT SEND WEIRD MESSAGES. ALSO, PLEASE DON'T SPAM MY INBOX WITH DONATION REQUESTS.

Sirius and Regulus and Remus kinnie!

I play the piano and paint, and I write things sometimes.

MY PROMPTS LIST: HERE

MY AO3: SeaingStars (well, well, well. what do we have here? a shameless self advertisement.)

Go ahead! Take a read!

^Writer Evan is stalked by murderer Barty. Chase ensues.

^Slytherin Sirius and Gryffindor Remus have an illicit relationship. Sirius's parents find out, and stuff hits the fan.

^(ON AN INDEFINITE HIATUS, JULES IS GOING THROUGH SOMETHING RN) A longfic Jules and I are working on! updates every other Saturday. Gryffindor Regulus, no Peter exclusion, may actually increase update times bc I think it's too slow.

^A Ravenrock (Peter x Benjy) rivals to lovers fic, no Voldemort and also background Jily.

I'm looking for more beta readers! DM me if you want to apply.

Normal DNI, but I'll reiterate it. DNI if you're a homophobe, transphobe, TERF, against furries/therians, racist, sexist, support pedophilia/zoophilia, if you try to force your religion onto others, if you support Israel, if you're a JKR apologist, and if you support problematic people.

Feel free to send me requests/prompts to put on my list. I promise everything will be worked on, just slowly.

And don't expect me to reply immediately! As stated above, I am a minor, meaning I have to go to school. Please be patient!

MY TAGS:

#emi writes sometimes - my writing tag, mostly for microfics

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#hey mars - ITS MARS MY WIFEY /p

#sup estelle - FOLLOW THEM. NOW. DO IT.

FAVE MOOTS:

@moutainrusing!! they were my first moot, and we chit-chat a lot!

@marsmarauders - GAY PANIC (platonic guys, im still single 🙃) and also BESTIE BOO

@mezsygfs - we're married. (they play sirius, i play remus. and also they played regulus in one of the rps i play james in lol WERE DESTINED TO BE TOGETHER)

@yourlocalbadgerscales - slay. same person, different font lol

@discoveredreality - literally awesome

@finntheworm81 - this is finn. go say hi to him. (hes my platonic husband)

@sxmnc - we talk about hot italians lmao

@estellethewriter - estelle!!!!! literally regulus and also GO SAY HI TO THEM. FOLLOW HER. THIS IS A THREAT

@smuttylyra - awesome. bestie. great and also slightly unhinged.

@allonsy-moony - i literally love you sm /p YOURE AWESOME AND GREAT AND HAVE I MENTIONED AWESOME (a fellow wo/men kisser)

@a-t1r3d-b1s3xual - bestie boo!!! you're so slay pookie <333 and IVE LEARNED TO DRAW FIGURES IM SO CLOSE TO DRAWING PEOPLE I PROMISE (also a fellow wo/men kisser)

tell me if you want to be added to this list!

SIDEBLOGS:

@not-a-fork - my James Potter RP acc! contact @.corey-writes-stuff to join

@siriusly-attractive - my Sirius Black RP acc! contact me to join

@not-pineconed - my Thalia Grace RP acc! contact @.permetutotheworld to join

@moony-days - my Remus Lupin RP acc (i'm collecting them all, just like pokemon)! contact @.boundbymoonlight to join

@astronomic-nerd - my Regulus Black RP acc! it's a band AU with prongsfoot, jegulus, and moonwater (poly, no incest). contact @.ieatglowsticks to join

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@marls-boro - my Marlene McKinnon RP acc! contact @.julia-lokidottier to join

@bambiwantstobemefr - my second James Potter RP acc! contact @.anything-for-my-moony-1971 to join

@thestarryhunter - my Orion Black RP acc! (its the generation before the marauders era) contact @.cheekyboybeth to join

@depressed-poets-unite - my second Regulus Black RP acc! temporarily inactive, but i'd love to join another rp!

@forever-sirius - my second Sirius Black RP acc! dm/send a non-anon ask to @.cissa-n0ble-blck to join

[gaymurdersalad]

[in tune to "It's Been So Long" by the living tombstone] Its been so long......since Chribs has posted on gaymurdersalaaaad.....we miss the colored weirdoooos...... 😔

[ HEY GUYS!

You’re right, Dear Asker, it has been so long! I took a little trip into the winding void of liminal hell and had to fight for my very soul, and yes, I do have a slideshow of the sights prepared, but I’m sure you all don’t want to see that. It’s fine. I’m fine.

On a real note my friends, I got hit with the worst workload I have ever had in my entire life. School is a bitch right now. End of the year coming up. Exams. GPA. All the fun stuff of which I’m sure is triggering many an unpleasant sensory experience in your fellow struggling brains. Long story short, I got so busy I could barely draw, then got hyper fixated on a TV show, picked up three others, then stardew valley got an update and I’ve been gnawing the meat off of that poor game’s bones for like the past week now. I’ve been so exhausted that all I can do is play game and watch show when I get home. I’m not promising that this will improve either, but I am on spring break finally, so who knows how that will shape up.

Thank you all for being patient with me. I still check my notifications and I still smile every time one of you reblogs or shoots an ask into the void mailbox. It’s keepin’ me going! When I’m writing essay after essay I think about the blog and everything I’m gonna do once I spare an ounce of motivation and free time and I get all giddy and excited and shit! It’s awesome! I love this place and I love you all very much!

I haven’t got much else to say now. I have indeed spent all day {first completing an essay} watching Wendigoon and playing stardew… So I guess I’m a boygirl of my word in that regard. I hope you all will like what’s coming next! I’ve got some concrete stuff planned and I’ve been playing around with a couple fun things to throw in for. Fun. Possibly. Phone Related. You didn’t hear that from me though.

Goodbye y’all! Thank you all for your patience! Your regularly scheduled programming will resume, uh… Un-Regularly! Alas it shall resume!

Yours Chribsfully,

~ Mod Chribs ]

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Apologies if I'm not enthusiastic and engaging at the moment, guys. Reblogs, commentary, DM's etc might get overlooked as it's taking me all my energy just to get out of bed and face each day at present.

Those of you closer to me know what's going on beyond what I've shared publicly (and big thanks to people like @daydreaming-belle and @cillmequick who know the full deal and have been so loving and supportive) and that my life just isn't a great place to be at present. This of course has impacted my desire to create and zapped my energy to interact with others, too.

Sometimes, I'm okay. I'll post my updates and reblog, maybe write a little, see friends and go out to be social. However, more often than not, I'm an emotional mess who just lies there in her husband's arms or cuddles her dog and wants the entire world to fuck off with its perpetual kicking of me. My stress levels are huge. My pain is daily as I recover from really, really fucking up my back. There's only so much one person can take and I'm at my fucking limit, besties.

So yeah, that's me right now. I wanted to do some writing for Halloween, open my requests but I won't commit to it as the urge to create comes and goes so rapidly right now as I ride out the highs and lows of my general demeanour. I can't push myself to do anything beyond what I can cope with, and sometimes that's literally just getting up and dressing. End of list.

You're all fucking awesome people, though. Thanks for bearing with me while life is rough.

[flurry-of-stars]

𝑀𝓎 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝑀𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝑀𝒾𝓃𝑒

𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: Dad Sigma x Fem Reader

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮: 18+ content ahead First time, foreplay, cunnilingus, blowjob, penetration, no protection, climax (male and female)

No Abilities AU, wedding night, fluffy romance~♡ 𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: "You had been waiting for this moment for two years. You had always respected Sigma’s want to wait until marriage to go the whole way but now that it was almost time… You felt…nervous."

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 9.2k

𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: Weeeeeee happy 100 followers, yayyyyy! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ Sorry it took so long, life, issues, blah blah blah, BUT IT'S HERE NOW (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) Actually, the part that took the longest was actually the opening part! I spent forever looking up and researching vows and stuff ( ≧ᗜ≦) It's been a few months at this point but I'm still super grateful to everyone who's followed, reblogged or even just liked my works. You guys are awesome! ( • ᴗ - ) ✧ Also WOW, this takes the place as my longest fic so far ( ≧ᗜ≦) Hope you all enjoy! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ 𝕽𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 ♡

The rich scent of freshly cut roses enveloped the air, tickling your nostrils with their elegant fragrance. The faint hint of salt from the nearby rolling sea mingles with it, creating a refreshing and invigorating combination that awakens all your senses.

A warm Spring breeze cascades the scent through the crowd gathered in cute pink and white chairs as the sun begins to dip in the horizon, as though it too would be watching the ceremony and giving its blessing to the newlyweds. The sky is a kaleidoscope of vibrant pinks and purples, matching the beautiful pastel decor to a tea, a few white clouds dotting the sky lazily as the string ensemble plays a sweet, heartwarming melody.

It tickles your heart, causing it to pound just a little faster in your chest. You can hear the rapid pulsing of it in your ears, your pale pink veil covering your face and, you hope, hiding the nerves bubbling up to be present in your eyes like an unwelcome wedding guest.

You steal a glance at your about-to-be husband, hoping you weren’t the only one who felt like you were about to throw up a swarm of butterflies. His two-toned hair is tied into a thick braid, dotted with pink and white roses- compliments of the children of his important guests of the casino.

His grey eyes that you’ve come to know and love are turned to the side, anxiously staring at one of the many buckets of flowers nearby.

You see the way his eyes dart about frequently, his lips moving as if muttering to himself. He isn't wearing a traditional suit but a light pink vest, a white dress shirt, and black dress pants. His familiar white high heels have been recreated and adorned with a matching flower pattern to go with the white frilled coat he has on. The ruffles of his coat are patterned with the same flowers on both his high heels and on your elegant, light pink princess dress, trailing down from the waist to the bottom of the beautiful gown. The sleeves of his coat have also been stitched to look like flower petals, fitting with the theme well. As the string ensemble quiets down, the wedding officiant, an older gentleman who has supported both you and Sigma since you first arrived at the casino two years ago, offers a warm, excited smile to both you and Sigma.

The joy in his smile makes his eyes sparkle as he clears his throat in preparation.

You offer a quick smile, glancing at Sigma, taking quick notice of his hands wringing together and the quick, deep inhales he’s taking, his gaze never remaining in one spot for long.

With a small smile, you step the tiniest bit closer to him, capturing one of his hands with yours. He flinches in surprise, swiftly looking down at you.

His breath hitches in his throat as he gazes down at you, the sight of you in that stunningly crafted princess dress, your pink veil hiding the soft blush growing on your cheeks but not the reassuring, comforting smile on your face. The word heavenly comes to his mind but simply doesn't do you justice.

But Sigma is astute; he sees the nerves shining through your gorgeous eyes, brought to life by the artistic light of the setting sun.

Even though you’re anxious, you’re still offering him comfort.

A silent chuckle escapes him as he squeezes your hand. That familiar bloom of warmth, accompanied by the sensation of someone pounding against his chest with a mallet from the inside was so powerful, he thought the gathered guests would be able to hear it.

“Thank you all for being here today,” your eyes turn to the officiant as he addresses the crowd, your other hand beginning to fiddle with your bouquet as you listen with a soft smile. “I’m convinced that the foundations of a successful marriage begin years before the wedding day is even on the horizon.”

“Nothing has brought me greater pleasure than watching the lovely couple before you grow over the years. I could see the sparks of their relationship from the moment this young lady arrived to help clear our manager’s name.”

You feel warmth rising to your cheeks, a soft giggle escaping you, your hand continuing to gently wring the bouquet. Your now shy smile grows as Sigma looks away, a timid smile tugging onto his lips once more.

After a heartbeat, his lips quirk into a wider smile that radiates with warmth and gratitude. His eyes close for a moment. Were it not for you, he wouldn’t be a free man right now.

The officiant continues, his dark brown eyes falling on you. There’s overflowing gratitude in his eyes as he addresses you personally, “Now, I know both the employees and the guests of the Sky Casino have already personally thanked you multiple times over these past two years.”

“But I just want to take a moment to truly thank you. Sigma is like a son to me–” You suppress a giggle as you notice Sigma’s eyes snap open, his gaze darting away quickly, his brows furrowing slightly as the officiant keeps speaking.

“--So I will always be forever grateful to you for saving him from a life behind bars. And for making him happier than I’ve ever seen him before.”

His eyes turned to Sigma, who slowly meets his gaze. He squirms, resembling a son bashfully introducing his first crush to his father.

There’s an almost fatherly look on the older man’s face as he nods towards you, “I have no doubt that you will, but please make sure to take good care of her, Sigma. You won’t find another girl like her.”

Sigma gives a sheepish smile, his grey eyes flickering towards you, his brows furrowing deeper as you offer a sweet, though bashful, smile. The officiant continues, “Why this foundation is so important is because a marriage will continue to build and adapt for the rest of your lives together.”

"This wedding isn't just a big, fancy party to show us that you love each other. It's a commitment to love each other now and forever, despite any challenges life may bring, and no matter how you both change in the years to come."

“It’s going to be hard work,” he continues, offering you both a playful smile, “But I’m sure after all you’ve been through together, marriage will be a walk in the park. It’ll feel more like a break to you both, won’t it?” You giggle quietly, your ears twitching as you hear a huff escape Sigma. Turning your gaze towards him, you see the warmth in his smile, his brows relaxing slightly. Your own smile grows as the officiant continues. “You both must feel anxious right now- I’m looking at you, Sigma.” The crowd chuckles while Sigma huffs, his face turning as pink as the delicate roses in his braid.

You can’t suppress a giggle as he continues, “But this shouldn’t be too scary for you both. After all, I think you both know this was meant to be.” “I’m sure I speak for everyone here when I say we have no doubt you two are going to have a long and successful marriage. So with all that being said, I’m going to ask you both some questions so you can prove your commitment to each other.” He clears his throat. Your eyes wander, meeting Sigma’s gaze. His eyes look like pools of silver, ripples of nervousness trembling within the sea of warmth and devotion. You gaze into his soul as the questions begin. “Do you choose to be each other’s partners in life? Do you choose to respect and trust one another, to support each other, through good times and bad? Do you love what you know about one another today and trust what you do not yet know?” You take a shaky breath, exhaling all your doubts and anxieties as you look up at Sigma. His smile, once filled with anxiety, now radiates warmth and love as you speak together, saying, “We do.” The officiant’s lips turn up into a joyous smile as he nods, taking a step back, “Wonderful. Then I believe it’s time for your vows.”

He nods towards Sigma first, who flinches a little. He lets go of your hand, reaching into his coat a little hastily, patting around for a few moments. Then, he pulls out a folded piece of paper, unfolding it with shaking hands as he clears his throat. Your lips tug up, offering him an affectionate, reassuring smile, encouraging him to take his time. You watch his grey eyes almost frantically flicker between you and his vows. “I…ah…” He shakes his head, inhaling sharply. His voice steadies; the next words out of his mouth make you stand up a little bit straighter. “Cara mia.” At last, those moon-colored eyes meet yours. The bashfully loving smile that tugs itself onto his face makes your heart flutter, a familiar flame burning in your cheeks.

The moment he gazes into your adoringly beautiful eyes, his voice trembles again, the tremor in his hands growing. “I…I never thought this day would come,” he begins slowly, his voice soft, “True love was something I thought only existed in storybooks. Or was something that only those who were lucky enough to win the lottery of life would get to experience.”

You suppress a laugh as his cheeks flush to match the roses surrounding you both. The sound of ocean waves crashing against the rocks fills your ears as he continues. “I never went looking for ‘the one’ because of that,” he continues, his voice finally becoming steady. “Instead…my heart ached for a place to call home. A place where I felt like I could truly belong, surrounded by the people I cherish and care about. At first, that was the casino. I believed it would always be where my heart called home.” “That was until the day you walked into my life,” His smile grows, his gaze unwavering as he stares into your eyes.

A shiver runs down your spine as a rush of affection floods through you, creeping upwards and pooling in your heart and cheeks. His smile grows more tender as he reaches out, slender fingers caressing your warm skin.

When he whispers to you next, his voice is smooth and sweet like honey. It engulfs you in a warm, pleasant sweetness that finds its way into your ears, creeping down towards your chest, causing your chest to come alive like the fluttering wings of a butterfly.

“My cara mia. Being beside you makes me feel like I’ve finally found my way back home. You’ve made me understand that sometimes, a home isn’t a physical place. It’s not always a building or a location…that sometimes, home is a person.”

You shiver as his fingertips gently caress your cheek. You feel your lips tugging higher, your smile growing as your vision begins to grow a little blurry.

“I promise to love you for who you are, today, tomorrow and forever. Even during dark times, I will cherish you with my entire heart, protect you with every fiber of my being.”

His hand gently rests against the side of your face as you smile up at him, your heart fluttering and skipping in your chest.

“You are the person I want to spend forever with. I love you, more than words could ever truly express. You are my sun; I begin and end my day with you and I never want it to be any other way.”

You feel hot tears welling up in your eyes. You swallow roughly trying to keep your emotions in check. Your free hand moves up, intertwining your hand with his.

For a moment, you swear you can feel the love he has for you radiating from the very tips of his fingers. Your fingers lace together, slotting in perfectly between the spaces between his fingers. A silent promise of your unity and devotion.

The world around you fades, leaving the both of you engulfed in a small bubble of affection, your focus entirely on your about-to-be husband.

As you gaze into the depths of his eyes, now trembling and shimmering with unshed tears of his own, you feel a deep sense of peace finding home in the deepest depths of your soul.

Every word he speaks strikes the cords of your heart, eliciting the melody of your soul from within. A spark ignites within your heart that dances cheerily and merrily within the confines of your chest. In this moment, illuminated by the soft glow of the setting sun and the delicate aroma of roses, you come to realize that you have found your home in him as well. His presence is a balm to your own restless spirit. A beacon guiding you through life’s tumultuous waters. Your voice shakes with emotion, your vows already memorized from many wakeless nights of staying up rehearsing them.

But in this moment, they spill from your lips with a newfound sincerity and depth you couldn’t accomplish just rehearsing them in the mirror, “My love.” Your voice is barely a whisper. Yet that whisper is filled with unwavering conviction, “You are my rock. My shelter in the storm. My guiding light through the darkest of nights.”

Your hand tenderly squeezes his as you watch his smile curl upwards, reaching his eyes without a shred of anxiety remaining. “Even when we first met, you made me feel seen. Heard and eventually, loved in a way I never thought possible. You’ve awakened a part of me that lay dormant, waiting patiently for the right person to breathe life into it.”

A surge of emotions fills your entire body, making you tingle down to the very tips of your toes. Gratitude swells in your heart for the man who stands before you with tears sparkling in his eyes. He’s ready to embark on this journey of eternity together with you. “I love you Sigma,” you whisper in a voice overwhelmed with love.

“If I could weave my devotion for you into the stars so you could see it every night before bed, I would in a heartbeat. I would make the night sky shine for you with my love. I promise that I will always love you, today, tomorrow and forever. For all eternity…” The words spoken between you both resonate in the air, wrapping around the two of you like an invisible thread, intertwining, binding your souls together as one. You can sense the weight of each promise made, each vow made, setting into the very foundation of your hearts.

In this moment of vulnerability, love and devotion, time seems to stand still, as if the universe itself is holding it’s breath, witnessing the powerful connection forming between you both. You feel that small bubble of intimacy fading away, leaving you both standing beneath the night sky as the stars above twinkle to life like late guests, racing to see the moment of your unity.

The sweet fragrance of roses surrounds you both once more, a gentle whisper of a breeze caressing your skin, teasing your veil almost playfully. With a smile radiating nothing but pure love, Sigma reaches up, finally pulling your veil back revealing your soft face as the tears begin to fall.

He cups your cheek with his free hand, his touch delicate. His thumb caresses your cheek, wiping away the tears as they trail down your face. As you gaze into each other’s eyes, a deep sense of understanding passes wordlessly between you, a silent agreement that transcends any need for spoken words or promises.

In this very moment, you know with unwavering certainty that your souls are intertwined in a dance as old as time itself, destined to walk through life together hand in loving hand, come what may. Six little words reach both yours and Sigma’s ears, too soft to break the spell of love you find yourself under, “You may now kiss the bride.” You can hear the roar of blood pounding in your ears when Sigma leans in closer, his grey eyes locked onto yours with a tenderness deeper than anything you have seen from him before.

Your heart flutters in your chest with anticipation, like the beating of a thousand butterfly wings, your legs feeling like they're made of jello. The world drifts away completely once more until only the two of you remain, cocooned in a moment that feels suspended in time. As his lips meet yours, a surge of emotions rushes through you like a crashing tidal wave. Love. Happiness. Gratitude. A deep sense of fulfilment and belonging. The kiss is soft, pure as the driven white snow yet filled with an intensity that strikes that spark dancing in your heart into a burning flame within, setting fire to a passion deep within your soul.

His lips melt against yours perfectly. As if this moment was always destined to happen, written a millennia ago into the stars. In this fleeting eternity of a moment, you feel the warmth of his touch and the delicate softness of his lips and realize that this is just the beginning of something beautiful. The beginning of a journey filled with laughter and tears, challenges and triumphs. But most importantly, a journey filled with an abundance of love shared between two kindred souls who have finally found their way back home to each other. The sound of applause finally breaks the spell, drawing your attention back to the beautiful world around you. Gathered friends offer their joyful congratulations, their faces alight with smiles and tears mirroring your own. As your pure kiss is broken, you gaze up at your beloved, your hearts overflowing with love and gratitude for this moment of vulnerability and intimacy, shared amongst you, your new husband and those you care the deepest about.  ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊♡₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆

Your arms wrap tighter around Sigma’s shoulders as he carries you carefully upstairs towards the penthouse of the luxurious hotel you would be spending your first night in as newlyweds. The smell of alcohol lingers on both of your breaths, but thankfully you were both only a little tipsy. Both of you wanted to remember this evening after all. In all honesty, you would’ve been more than fine staying in the Sky Casino. Sigma’s- and now your- bedroom was the perfect blend of comfort and pure, artistic elegance.

Sigma was the one who insisted on spending your first night as husband and wife somewhere outside of the casino. As you arrive on the top floor of the hotel, Sigma carefully lifts the keycard for the door, pressing it against the identification device. The screen lights up green and you hear the door satisfying click unlocked.

You reach out, Sigma’s hand over yours. You look up, the corners of your lips tugging up into a small grin, "Ready?" "More than ready," Sigma whispers, offering you a sweet smile in return as you open the door together. The penthouse is nothing short of magnificent. The floor-to-ceiling windows catch your eye first, offering a panoramic view of the city skyline, glowing and glittering like a thousand fireflies in the night. Grey walls and ceiling surround you, contrasting with the soft, cushy white carpet. In the entry room, a mini crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, above a glass table, rimmed in gold.

A gift basket is carefully placed on the glass table, containing an expensive-looking champagne bottle and some other goodies. A small envelope is in front of the white wicker basket, reading ‘To the newlyweds~’  You see a small set of black stairs nearby, leading up to another room. The bedroom and bathroom most likely. Sigma walks forward, still cradling you, his precious wife in his arms as he approaches the view. He pulls you closer, inhaling softly as he looks out across the city. “Isn’t it beautiful, cara mia?” You shift in his arms as you look across the city skyline. It was impressive, sure, but– “It doesn’t compete with the views the Sky Casino has,” you fondly reply, turning your head to smile up at Sigma.

He returns it with a warm smile as he leans in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. You return it softly, savouring this delicate moment as husband and wife. A rush of warmth and contentment washes over you; this is exactly where you’re meant to be.

As Sigma’s lips rest close to yours, he murmurs against your lips, “The Sky Casino may have the more beautiful view, but I’ll make sure we make some beautiful memories while we’re here to make up for it…” A shiver runs down your spine in anticipation of what is to come, heat pooling in the depths of your stomach and cheeks as a few flustered sounds escape you.

Sigma, his cheeks returning to that same pink shade as the roses at your wedding venue, chuckles softly, though a tad timidly. He carries you towards the stairs, each step he takes making your heart beat a little faster, a mix of excitement and anxiety beginning to form in your chest.

You had been waiting for this moment for two years. You had always respected Sigma’s want to wait until marriage to go the whole way but now that it was almost time… You felt…nervous. What if, after all this time, Sigma still wasn't ready? You would understand and respect his decision, but you dreamt of starting a family with him.

More than that, you longed to demonstrate the depth of your love for him. You yearned to show him the extent of his significance in your life, not just through words but also through physical affection.

As you reach the top of the stairs, Sigma carries you into the spacious bedroom, into the luxurious space that would be your intimate sanctuary for the evening.

The soft glow of candlelight dances across the room, delicate pink rose petals are scattered across the white sheets and fluffy carpet, their scent lingering in the air. Your cheeks burn like a fire, the intimate, romantic aura of the room washing over your being instantly as Sigma walks forward, setting you down on the plush king-sized bed.

He kneels on one knee before you, his hands gently working to remove your high heels. His fingers are delicate as they trace your ankle, slowly removing each shoe and placing them at the end of the bed. Then, his hands envelop your waist as he gazes up into your bewitching eyes. Without breaking eye contact, his hand lifts to caress your cheek with a tenderness that makes your heart swell with all the warmth of the candles surrounding you.

His touch is like a gentle breeze on a Summer’s day, comforting and reassuring. You feel your worries starting to melt as if his fingertips are delicately drawing them out of your body with each caress. Your heart surges, each beat replacing your anxieties with bursts of desire and love for the man kneeling before you. The flickering candlelight casts mischievous shadows on his face, accentuating the strong lines of his jaw and the softness of his lips.

His eyes, the shade of polished silver, glimmer like precious jewels, gazing up at you with pure adoration and love. Just by looking into his eyes, you know that you’re the centre of his entire universe.

At this moment, every aspect of him seems amplified, making his appearance even more stunning and ethereal to you than ever before.

When he speaks, his voice is a whisper, barely above a breath. His voice echoes with the same intensity it did when he spoke his vows to you hours earlier, “Cara mia…oh, my cara mia…my heart has always belonged to you.”

His thumb caresses your cheekbone delicately. “From the moment I met you, I knew that you were the one I had been waiting for.”

“And now–” He holds onto your waist with a firm grip as he stands up, gently helping you to lay back on the large, plush bed. You let out a small gasp as you sink into the soft mattress. “--If you will permit me, I want to show you just how truly and completely I love you.”

His words linger in the air—a promise of unwavering devotion.

You’re drawn, captivated by the intensity of his silver gaze. The weight of all your years of shared moments together has led up to this.

He leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin, sending an intense surge of anticipation and desire through your veins. With a tenderness you’ve always known him for, his lips trace a path of featherlight kisses along your jawline, down the curve of your neck. A soundless gasp escapes you, your hands raising to lightly grasp at his arms, feeling his strength and warmth under his clothing.

The sensation of his lips against his skin makes you tremble, that flame that was once confined within your heart igniting into a blaze that envelopes your abdomen, pooling in the depths of your stomach before finding its way between your legs. Sigma’s touch is gentle, yet growing more eager as his lips explore your skin.

One of his hands moves gently, caressing one of your shoulders while his lips trail along your other collarbone, a soft moan tumbling off your lips as you hear the gentle thump of his own high heels hitting the carpet as he kicks them off. As you feel your panties grow more damp, your body arches into his careful touch, his hand moving up to touch your neck. His fingertips stop at the fluttering pulse in your neck, caressing your soft flesh with a gentle touch.

You can feel the hunger in his touch and yet he remains delicate and slow. At last, as his hand gently grasps the back of your neck, Sigma’s lips finally reconnect with yours- this time, more hungrily.

You groan, eyes slowly closing as his tongue slides against your bottom lip, his teeth gently nibbling against the plush flesh, encouraging you to part your lips for him. Your hands begin to roam upwards, gently caressing his slender shoulders and down his back, your hands aching to touch the flesh beneath his clothing.

Your hands begin to move back the way they came as Sigma’s tongue slips gently into your mouth, encouraging you to moan into his own as his tongue begins to explore your mouth. You try to unbutton his vest, your hands clumsily fumbling with the buttons as your tongue begins to wrestle with his.

You pant softly, quiet moans escaping both yours and Sigma’s lips as your fingers struggle with the buttons on his vest. But eventually, you manage to slip them free. A gasp escapes you, eyes fluttering open as you feel Sigma’s hand gently caressing your right breast over your wedding dress. His hand is delicate, curious.

His hand gropes carefully, his fingertips gently caressing it and eliciting another shudder and gasp of pleasure from you, your knees squirming and rubbing together. He pulls his lips back, panting softly in time with you. A thin line of saliva connects your mouths as your hands pause. You both go still, taking one another in.

Sigma’s cheeks are flushed a shade of scarlet, his silvery eyes full of a burning need for you, yet a desire to take things slow. “Cara mia,” the sensual way he rasps your name has your stomach doing flips. You swallow shakily, his hand trailing up to play with one of the small puff sleeves of your dress, “I think it’s time we got this dress out of the way.” You nod shakily, slipping your arms slowly free of the small sleeves, Sigma helping you out of the confines of your dress.

The silky fabric pools at your waist, exposing the matching floral embroidered lingerie you have on. The fabric is completely see-through, leaving nothing to the imagination. His breath hitches, his eyes darkening with desire as he growls huskily, “Ah, so this is what you were hiding under that gown.” His voice has a hint of a tease in it, his hands slowly moving up the curve of your waist, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “I never knew you could be so...naughty~” You shudder as his hands glide across your belly before suddenly hesitating as they reach the bottom of your bra.

That fierce hunger is still present as ever in his eyes, and yet as his fingers move closer, he cups each of your breasts carefully. His eyes never leave your face, watching your reactions as you gasp shyly. His lips quirk up slightly; it was endearing to see you like this. Normally, you were the one who couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. You were the one who wanted to experience this intimacy with Sigma for two, long years.

Yet now, here you were, a shy mess under his touch. He swallows, his mouth suddenly becoming dry as he feels his trousers tightening. He becomes acutely aware of his own madly beating heart, drumming away within his chest. You had always been as beautiful as a goddess to him, but right now, you were downright sexy.

He licks his lips as he feels his cock throbbing needily in his pants, his primal urges pleading with him to say to hell with it and take you right now. But he restrains himself. The air crackles with tension as his eyes gaze into the depths of yours, noticing the way they shimmer with desire and want under the flickering candlelight.

His hands move behind your back, his fingers fumbling with the hook for a few moments. As he works on getting your bra unclasped, he feels your hands pushing at his jacket. He takes the hint, moving his right arm back to shrug it free, before alternating with his left.

The fabric rustles as he throws it and his unbuttoned vest to the floor, leaving him in his dress shirt and pants. Unhooking your bra, he gently slides it off your body, tossing it aside, his eyes falling back to your breasts.

Before he can even consider touching your bare flesh, he feels your hands fumbling with the buttons of his dress shirt this time. A chuckle rumbles in his chest, his face warming with amusement as he whispers, “Need some help, dear?” “Why did you choose today to wear so many damn buttons?” You grumble, encouraging another amused snicker from him. His hands caress the back of yours as he begins assisting you. “I had to get you to take things slow somehow,” he teases softly, his hands handling the top buttons while you take care of the bottom ones. “Or else you would’ve thrown yourself on me like a wild animal.”

“Can you blame me?” You ask back, an amused undertone to your needy voice, “I’ve craved you for two years now. Do you know how hard it is to crave someone as hot as you?” Your admission of desire makes Sigma’s heart skip a beat, his cock throbbing a few times in his pants. He bites his tongue, holding back a groan. He leans in again, his forehead pressing against yours as he pants heavily, a deep growl escaping him, “Good god, don’t I. It’s taken all my willpower to not bend you over my desk somedays, cara mia.” A loud moan shakily escapes you, your body tingling and shuddering as you feel your panties growing damper by the second. Your hands reach up, frantically gripping at the last few buttons of his shirt when suddenly, his hand snatches up your wrists, pinning them down above your head. "Oh darling~" He whispers huskily in your ear, gently nibbling on your lobe. Your legs tingle and quiver as he continues, "It's our wedding night. We must..." He sensually licks your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. "Take things..." His lips move to the corner of your jawline, placing soft kisses that make your heart race as he purrs sensually into your ear, "Slowly..." His lips continue to travel down your neck, leaving a trail of fiery and teasing kisses along your racing pulse. He grips your wrists tightly before pulling away to undo the remaining buttons on his shirt with one hand.

You tilt your head back, letting out a soft moan as he takes off his shirt and discards it with the rest of his clothing. As you lean forward to touch his bare chest and explore his toned muscles, his hands quickly move towards your dress still gathered around your waist.

You make a small noise of effort as you squirm and wiggle, freeing yourself from the dress as he peels away the layers of fabric. Finally, your soaked, see-through panties are exposed for him to see. More than that, his eyes finally get to soak in the sight of your pretty pussy. A low groan escapes him and this time, you see the hard bulge already straining against the fabric of his pants.

Your body trembles faintly, your palms beginning to sweat as your eyes stay glued to his hardening bulge. Sigma himself can’t seem to take his eyes away from your dampening arousal either.

His hands reach out, gently touching the soft skin of your thighs. His fingers glide up to your hips, his nails trailing down slowly and sensually, encouraging soft moans and sighs from you.

He watches every move you make. The way your chest rises and falls. Your eyes half close each time his fingertips trail close to your panties.

“You’re so soft, my love…” He whispers, a tone of admiration beneath the haze of lust. His hand wraps around your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze, encouraging a soft sound of pleasure from your lips.

His other hand reaches up, gripping your other thigh, preparing to spread your legs. But he pauses. 

His gazes flits to yours as your breath hitches, your lips slightly parted as you softly pant, that heat burning intensely within you as he asks in a sweet, tender tone, “May I?”

Your heart beats like a drum as you swallow nervously. You gaze down into his fervorous eyes, burning with need as his touch remains delicate and sweet.

Your heart aches with a mix of anxiety, lust and love.

Your mind lingers in the grips of uncertainty and anxiety, your body aching to be claimed by the man you love more than anything else in this world. Inhaling softly, you slowly nod, whispering shakily, “Yes…please…”

His face brightens with a look of reassurance, his hand gently caressing your thighs for a few moments more, his eyes glittering with a mix of relief and hunger. His gentle smile contrasts with his hungry eyes as he takes a few extra moments to soothe you.

Once he’s sure you’ve relaxed a little, he gently spreads your legs, his pulse pounding in his neck.

His fingers move slowly, deliberately as they grip the hem of your panties, drawing the damp fabric down your thighs. His breath hitches as he catches a glimpse of your glistening arousal, the sight making him feel dizzy, his brain short-circuiting for a moment.

“Cara mia,” he whispers raggedly, his mouth feeling parched as he swallows roughly. It takes every ounce of his self-control to continue slowly pulling the lacy fabric down past your knees, towards your feet.

He groans deeply in arousal, his cock throbbing almost painfully in his pants now. “Oh, love…oh, you’re absolutely breath-taking…” With your panties forgotten on the floor, Sigma’s hands tremble eagerly as they trace the soft skin of your inner thigh. His short nails rake gently down the tender skin, earning more of those beautiful sounds from your lips.

The sight of his eyes, as pale silver as the moon, full of an intense desire to ravage you, yet still tender with the desire to take care of you, is almost too much to bear.

Wetness continues to gather between your thighs as he moves in closer, creeping slowly across the bed towards you, slipping between your legs as he parts them a little more. He looks at you like he’s absolutely ravenous.

You watch his tongue slide against his lips as he begins to lower his head towards your pooling heat. Your heart pounds wildly in your ears as your hands reach down, softly touching his silky hair as his tongue rasps against you.

Your legs tremble, a gasp escaping you as you close your eyes for a second, “O-oh god–” Your sentence is cut short as his tongue rasps along the length of your wet slit, the tip of his tongue lightly rolling against your little bundle of nerves this time, causing your hips to jerk upwards.

“S-Sig!” You cry out. You whine as you feel his hands gripping your hips, gently holding you down. His breath is hot and heavy against you as he takes his time savouring you.

Your taste, your sounds…he can feel his cock pulsing again, throbbing with desire, encouraging him to groan deeply against your slit. 

Your sounds of pleasure encourage him on, his tongue moving a little faster, a little rougher now. You taste heavenly on his tongue, your sounds a beautiful symphony for his ears alone. He could stay between your thighs like this all day and he would never get sick of your taste.

He feels your hands gripping at his braided hair, your moans growing more breathless as he laps hungrily at you, groaning and moaning like you're the best meal he's ever had. You can’t help but try and rock against his tongue as he feasts upon your juices. His hands move from holding your hips down to caressing your plush thighs, squeezing them tenderly as his tongue slowly delves inside of you, licking and caressing your inner walls inbetween lapping at your wet folds. “O-oh! Oh-oh, Sigma–!” You cry out, your legs squirming slightly as that fire begins pooling in your lower abdomen.

You feel a coil of tension tightening inside of you as Sigma breathlessly moans and groans against your pussy, his tongue dipping, thrusting more eagerly as he feasts on your juices. Then, one of his hands moves towards your clit, his index and middle fingers gently teasing the area around your nub. Your body squirms, your hands gripping tightly at his hair as his index finger finally makes contact and begins to rub. All at once, you feel yourself coming undone. Pleasure ripples through your body like jolts of electricity as a needy, pleasure-filled moan escapes your lips. Your hips jerk desperately without you realizing it as you come on his face. A rough moan escapes Sigma as he hungrily rasps his tongue along your slit, slurping, greedily licking up the juices you’re spoiling him with, the taste divine on his tongue while dragging out your orgasm.

You writhe slightly, gasping and moaning under his tongue as his fingers roughly tease your clit. “A-aanh ooh f– S-Sig, Sig!!~” You beg, your writhing growing more desperate. Your head feels hazy, pleasure shooting through your body like sparks of electricity as you wiggle, “T-too much!~ Too–” You gasp in relief, laying your head back and closing your eyes for a second as he finally pulls back, panting heavily. He sits on his knees, licking his lips, wet with your arousal as he purrs in a low tone, “Sorry darling, I couldn’t resist..” “You taste so good,” he moans, your eyes opening to watch his tongue glide against his glossy lips, his chest rising and falling heavily as he moves closer to you.

His hand reaches out, tenderly cupping your cheek as he leans over you, purring in a softer, more playful tone, “Would you like a taste~?” Before you get the chance to respond, his lips hungrily capture your own. Not waiting for permission this time, his tongue darts into your mouth, a low, muffled moan escaping you as you taste yourself on his lips. His tender hand moves from your cheek to grasp the back of your neck as he deepens the kiss, his lower half slowly pressing between your spread legs, the fabric of his pants straining against his hard, pulsing cock as he needily grinds against you.

Your eyes widen slightly as you pants softly against his mouth. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you give it a gentle squeeze. He notices the gesture, pulling back instantly as he leans over you, your heavy pants for air intermingling as he whispers, “What is it, love?” Swallowing slowly, your meet his gaze for a moment before your vision trails its way down, your body shivering as you see the way his cock is straining desperately against his pants.

Saliva begins to pool in your mouth in anticipation, your hand tenderly caressing his slender shoulder. “May I..?” The color of Sigma’s cheeks change as he shifts. You guide him with your hand on his shoulder to switch places with you as he chuckles softly, “Darling, this night was suppose to be about spoiling you.” As he lays on his back, you settle yourself between his legs, your hand moving down his body and caressing his bare skin. You smile at him affectionately as he groans under your touch, “It’s your wedding night too, love. You deserve to be spoiled as well.” He shivers under the soft touch of your fingers, your hands following a familiar path down towards his belt. With a praticed elegance, you unbuckle his belt smoothly, earning a small, amused huff from him, “Show off.” You giggle as you remove it, tossing it off the bed. It clinks to the floor as you flash him a teasing look, “You’ll get better with my bra in time, don’t worry mon ange~” Sigma blinks a few times, that soft color in his cheeks darkening as you curl your fingers around his pants and underwear.

He chuckles softly, suddenly sounding a touch more shy as he teasingly replies, “Finally picked a nickname, mm cara mia?” He reaches down, his fingers threading themselves soothingly through your hair, “I like it~” You giggle softly, pride swelling in your chest for a moment as you drag the last fabric of his clothing off, your eyes widening at how eagerly his cock springs up, standing at attention. Precum is already leaking from the tip.

You tremble, realizing just how aroused he is. “You’ve never been this eager before I’ve even touched you before,” you purr, your hands sliding up his thighs softly. You feel him tremble beneath your touch, a low groan escaping him as you move towards his swollen, pulsing erection. “Can you blame me?” He huskily whispers, his silvery eyes never leaving yours, “The sight of you all wet and eager for me..” He closes his eyes, a low moan escaping him, the sound sending ripples of pleasure down your spine. “God…I’ll never get sick of that view~” You gasp lustfully, his words sending another spark of electricity straight to your core as one of your hands ventures high. Your soft fingertips slowly caress their way up his length, delicately touching him.

He moans shakily, his hips already bucking faintly. A soft giggle escapes you. “Oh so eager,” you coo seductively in a hushed tone. Your fingers continue their slow, gentle path up to the head on his cock, rubbing your thumb over the tip, smearing his precum around. Sigma pants and groans, visibly more sensitive than usual as you crawl closer. 

Lowering your head, you lazily run the tip of your tongue along the tip, Sigma’s hips bucking up desperately, “Aanh!~ L-love..” He rasps, panting softly as he looks down at you with half-lidded eyes, “Don’t tease me like this…” You giggle, continuing to gently lap at the tip of his cock, letting your warm saliva run down his length, lubricating it more. You wrap your hand around it as it throbs, gently pumping your hand up and down as you coo at him, “But you’re so much fun to tease~” Each time your tongue licks at his tip, Sigma’s groans grow heavier, his eyelids twitching as they threaten to close. He hisses a breath between his teeth as he growls in a low tone, “You’re playing a dangerous game here, darling..” A smirk tugs at your lips as you take up his challenge. You keep licking slowly away at the tip of his cock, gliding your tongue along the slit while keeping eye contact with him.

You watch as his groans slowly become moans, one of his hands reaching down to run through your hair right as your hand reaches the base of his length and begins to gentle tease his balls. “O-o-oh f-f-f–” His head rolls back, a loud, shaky moan escaping him. A wave of mischievousness washes through you. You’ve given Sigma multiple blowjobs before but he’s never looked this vulnerable before, writhing and wiggling beneath your slightest touch. You listen as the sweet melody of his moans grow louder, encouraging you on. You carefully increase the pressure of your hand as you jerk his cock upward. His hips buck shakily, craving more of your touch and tongue and you can’t help but oblige. With each lick and stroke, your movements become more deliberate, causing Sigma’ response to grow more fervent.

He groans your name, his head shaking from side to side as he lays it back, the flowers in his braid coming loose around him as a soft, strained plea escapes him between his moans, “L-love, love, love, o-oh please baby–” His fingers weave through your hair, grabbing a fistful of your hair to hold you in place as you decide to give him what he wants. It is your wedding night after all. Your hand dips back down, teasing his balls as you take the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking softly. Your tongue traces the delicate curves of his sensitive head, the taste of his salty precum causing ripples of desire the ripple through you.

He gasps, his grip tightening on your hair as he feels your warm lips wrapping around him, taking him deeper into your mouth. His body stiffens, a small, strangled groan escaping him. You can tell he’s getting close. His breathing is laboured as he gasps, “Oh yes, yes…just like that, love…” The vibrations from the small, mischievous giggles that escape you drive him wild, his hips bucking up slightly, trying to thrust his cock into your mouth. But you gently hold his thigh, your other hand still gently teasing his balls as a hoarse, shaky groan escapes him. “B-baby…baby, I-I’m gonna–” Relaxing your grip, you pull back slowly, letting his glistening cock slide free from the warm, pleasurable confines of your mouth. Sigma whines, groaning in disappointment as he twitches and throbs, desperate for release. Before you get the chance to even catch your breath, you gasp at how quickly his hands reach out, grabbing you by the waist and flipping you onto your back again, the bed sheets rustling from the action.

You pant, eyes widening as you gaze up at his hungry silver eyes. However, despite how clearly desperate Sigma is for his release, he still manages to maintain control. He pants shakily, his breathing laboured as he grabs your thighs, spreading them again. Biting your bottom lip, you watch as he moves closer, the head of his cock pointing eagerly at your glistening pussy. “Cara mia…” he whispers breathlessly. One of his hands lifts from your thigh to tenderly cup your cheek. His thumb traces your soft skin, his brows furrowing in a familiar, slightly anxious gesture as he whispers in a tone strong with desire, but brimming with love, “Are you ready?” You swallow, those familiar butterfly wings fluttering in your chest once more. You reach up, placing your hands on his shoulders. You squeeze softly as you nod up at him, excitement pumping through your veins. This was it. “Yes…I’m ready…” However, much to your surprise, Sigma doesn’t move your passionate dance along. He squeezes your thigh, his other hand moving down to caress the curve of your waist as his tone becomes a tad more bashful, “Are you sure you don’t want me to put a condom on first?” His gesture elicits a sweet smile from you as your hands slide down his shoulders and gently caress his chest. You shake your head slightly in response, leaning in to press a soft, sweet kiss against his lips. The taste of him, familiar, intoxicating, sends another excited shiver down your spine. “We don’t need that,” you purr softly against his lips. “I want to feel you...” A small gasp escapes him at your words, your fingertips tracing his warm skin as his eyes soften at your words, the burning desire in his eyes now accompanied by adoration that makes that butterfly in your chest flutter faster. With a gentle urgency, he guides you to lay back down, his touch reverent as he trails kisses along your jawline and down your neck, sucking and nibbling gently along the way.

Every brush of his lips against your sensitive skin sparks a fire in you. Sigma’s hands move with purpose, worshipping every inch of you as if committing your very essence to his memory. Then, they find hold on your hips. He moves closer to you, the tip of his cock finally touching your glistening folds. A gasp escapes you. You can hear your heartbeat throbbing in your ears as you gaze up at Sigma, arms wrapping around his neck. “Sigma,” the breathless whisper of his name tumbles from your lips as tension builds within you. 

He leans down, his forehead touching yours as he gazes deeply into your eyes. Your warm, heavy breaths intermingle as he slowly starts to push inside of you.

The sensation of his thickness filling you encourages a low, drawn out moan of lust to escape you, your legs instinctively wrapping gently around his waist. As he fully penetrates you, a low groan rumbles from deep in his chest. His hands slide up from your hips to grasp at your waist, pulling you closer. He watches your every expression, listens to every noise you make.

Once he’s sure you’re okay, he slowly begins to thrust into you. “Aaah..” A fluttering moan leaves you as he begins to move, setting a rhythm that leaves you feeling weak in the knees. Your eyes drift closed, your nails digging into the soft skin on his back, urging him to go deeper, faster.

It takes him a few seconds to understand your silent cue, but slowly, he begins picking up the pace. “C-Cara mia…oh love..” He moans breathlessly, whispering sweet words of endearment between gasps. His hand glides up from your waist to fondle your breast. You can't help but writhe and moan as he combines rough thrusts with gentle touches. The sensations overwhelm you, pleasure surging through your body at his skilled touch and the way he caresses your nipple with his thumb. Your legs lock tighter around his waist, your nails scratching down in his back, making him groan loudly in pleasure, his thrusts growing more fervent, his moans of pleasure more frequent.

Each thrust, grind and brush of his hips against your makes that fire inside you burn more brightly, pushing you towards a climax that threatens to consume you. A cry of pleasure escapes you as you arch your back, meeting his every thrust with equal intensity. His lips find yours, his kiss more fierce and hungry now, filled with the raw passion that burns through you both. The sound of skin slapping against skin, of hands grasping, squeezing and caressing and bodies moving fill the candlelit room, along with yours and Sigma’s gasps and moans, creating a symphony of pleasure made for just your ears. Sigma thrusts begin to lose their rhythm as he moves faster, more sporadic as he sinks deeper into you.

Your toes curl as his cock finds the sensitive spot inside you, your pleasure increasing suddenly, “O-oh fuck, S-Sig!!” You cry out, your legs tightening desperately around him, whimpering in a delirious tone, “Fuckfuckfuck–!!” “Oh god, cara mia…god, god you’re soooo gooddd…” Sigma breathlessly groans, his eyes tightly shut as he chases his climax.

His thrusts become more erratic as he pounds into you, desperate to reach his high. Panting heavily, his voice becomes a beg as he moans, “Come with me…oh god, god my love, come with me, please…!”

At once, you feel that fire in your lower belly overwhelming you as your climax floods through your body. You finally move your forehead from Sigma’s, throwing your head back into the soft, white plush sheet under you as you cry out in pleasure, “S-Sigma…Sigma, o-oh fuck, fuck I-I’m coming–!!”

A deep groan escapes Sigma, the sheer intensity of your orgasm taking him by surprise.

His eyes shakily open as he grunts and growls, his thrusts growing wild as he buries himself deep inside of you as he spills into you. His lips desperately find your neck again, kissing and biting gently but swiftly, his breath heavy and hot against your flushed skin.

Finally, as the last of his climax spills into you, he slumps against you, his chest heaving. His heart drums violently against his chest, beating against your own, which aggressively flutters in your chest. You lay there, panting heavily as you bask in the afterglow of your passionate dance.

Your hand shakily raises, running through his now messy braid, picking the crushed, ruined roses from it for him. He closes his eyes, nuzzling his face comfortably against the side of your neck as your fingers work their way through his hair, removing the last, twisted remains of roses from his hair.

He rolls gently onto his side, tugging you closer into his embrace, creating a cocoon of exhausted but satisfied love. Sigma’s lips keep pressing featherlight kisses against your neck, tiny gestures of love and endearment as you run your fingers through his messy braid, soft, tender whispers of love being shared with each breath you both take.

You giggle as he kisses your cheek before he pulls away enough to gaze at your face, the burning desire in his eyes now replaced with tender devotion and love.

He cups your cheek, his thumb tracing it once more, “I think this was worth the two year wait. Wouldn’t you agree, cara mia?”

You give a small nod, a tired yet loving smile playing on your lips, “More than worth it, mon ange.”

Sigma’s eyes glow with fondness as he pulls you in for one last deep, passionate kiss, your tongue meeting and dancing with his as the final embers of overwhelming desire are extinguished.

The intensity of the kiss slowly becomes gentle and sweet, your lips tenderly meeting with his as you breathe in harmony, your heart pounding against your chest as if trying to reach out to his own.

Once the kiss is broken, Sigma pulls you into his embrace, your head finding its usual resting place over his heart. His fingers comb their way through your messy locks, twirling some between his fingers as your fingers create small, comforting circles on his chest.

“I’m glad we’re finally starting this chapter of our lives,” he whispers affectionately, his chin resting on top of your head. He cradles you close, continuing to twirl your hair between his fingers as your eyes flutter closed. “It’s a little scary but I’m looking forward to what the future holds for us.”

You find solace in his arms, his voice your own personal lullaby as you feel his hand caressing your back now, his fingertips gently tracing patterns on your skin.

You hum sleepily, your arms wrapping tight around him as you whisper, “Scary, yes...but as long as we’re together, we’ll manage, just as we always have…” A soft chuckle escapes Sigma as he lets his eyes close, his lips brushing against your temple, his voice growing even softer, “No matter what waits in store for us, I promise I’ll always be by your side.” As your eyelids grow heavy and sleep beckons you, Sigma leans in close and leaves a final kiss on your cheek.

"Rest now, my darling. Tomorrow marks the first day of our new beginning together…”

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[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Prompt || Bucky is the barista at a coffee shop and always screws up Reader’s name on purpose. — Requested by @aquariusbarnes <3

Pairing || Beefy!Barista!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 600

Contents & Warnings || Fluff — no warnings.

Random prompt event || Masterlist

There were two reasons for you to regularly visit the little coffee shop around the corner from where you lived—one; the coffee was the best you’d ever had, and two; Bucky. The handsome and adorable barista that was to die for.

The aroma of delicious coffee as you walked into the shop hit you just as hard as the beautiful grin that spread across his face when he saw you, along with his eyes crinkling when he smiled brightly.

You felt so flustered and shy as you walked over to the counter. His intense gaze made you feel all fuzzy inside. Warming you up from the chilling weather outside you had just come from.

There was no line, and the place was not that crowded today, which meant the interaction with him while you ordered didn’t have to be rushed, and you could bask in the sweet and awkward spark between you two.

“Hey, Bucky,” you timidly uttered as you peeked at him underneath your lashes.

“Hey, you! How was work today?”

“O-oh, it was ok. Long, but ok. I have a few errands to run now before I go home.”

“I’m assuming you want the usual then? To go?” He beamed with a lopsided smile, already typing in your order for you to pay with that 10% off he always gave you.

“Yes, please. A large one.”

“You got it,” he nodded and picked up a paper cup. His tongue poked up slightly in concentration as he scribbled down on it, making you chuckle inaudibly at how such a beefy and broad guy could be so adorable.

You and he chatted casually with a few sweet, awkward pauses here and there while he went around behind the counter to make your drink.

“Here you go, doll.” Your fingers brushed as you took the cup from him, making a flow of sparks tingle its way through your nerves.

“T-thank you, Bucky.”

You wished you could stay longer, have your drink in the shop and secretly watch him work, falling more and more in love with the charming guy, but you had to leave, which made your heart ache incredibly.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He questioned, a hint of hope laced in his tone, making your insides flutter.

“Y-yeah, I’ll be here tomorrow.”

“Awesome! I’ll see you then, doll.”

“Bye, Bucky.” You gave him a shy wave, as did he.

Once you were outside, you took a sip of the coffee. The delicious liquid instantly warmed you and made you feel loved and whole. You moaned when you took another sip.

You turned the cup to look at the little message he had written for you. He always wrote you something sweet and corny.

“I hope this coffee warms and brightens you up just like you make a whole room feel when you walk into it. Have a lovely rest of your day.”

And below it, as expected, your name, but spelled slightly wrong.

It made you chuckle because you knew he did it on purpose since it had taken you a few times to learn his name. You blame it on being so nervous around him since he was so godly handsome, but you would never admit to that. So this was kind of his sweet and teasing revenge on you, and you didn’t mind one bit. It had become your little thing together.

Your mood became somber when you realised that it would almost go a full 24 hours until you would be back in your favourite little coffee shop—your heart already longing for its warm and cozy vibes and the handsome and adorable barista that worked there.

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[lovelettersforthedamned]

im currently going to school to be a mortician/funeral director and could you write a lil thing where P^2 is flirting with reader and he asks what her major is- and she’s all jaded from people going 😨 whenever she’s tells him but since its Peter he’s sorta excited about it bc he’s never met anyone with that major

idk if you couldn’t tell that this was self-indulgent but congrats for making 100 followers. You deserve it! <3

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--genre + trope: FLUFF, college!au, sfw.

--pairing: college!tasm!peter parker x college!gn!reader

--word count: 0.3k

--warnings: so sweet that your teeth are aching.

--gif credits: @sincericida

“So what’s your major?”

God, this was the question you’ve been hoping to avoid your entire time at this crowded party. The boy in front of you, Peter Parker, carried a conversation so well. There wasn’t a time during your entire 30 minutes of knowing him where there was an awkward pause or gross feeling of uninterest between the two. The only time you felt a sudden shift in conversation was right now. 

Studying to be a mortician isn’t the brightest topic of conversation, especially with a cute boy. A lot of people are shocked when they first hear your response, followed by a question that carries a connotation of morbid curiosity. You were tired of the repetitive and constant reactions of people you will probably never meet again. 

“Umm,” you hesitate, “I’m a mortuary science major.” You fully expect Peter to recoil in confusion, or at the very worst, disgust. 

“Wait, that’s awesome! How do you like it so far?”

His response comes as a surprise, looking up at him, he has the same giddy look, a slight smile painted on his lips. “I really enjoy it…” you drift off, debating whether or not to ask him about his response, “you don’t think that’s weird?”

This time, it’s Peter’s turn to look taken back, “No, not at all. I’ve never met anyone with that major before, it’s cool, you’re cool.”

A blush paints your face, “Thank you, Peter.”

“Of course, (Y/N),” he looks in your eyes a little moment longer before taking a deep breath in, “so, what made you get into mortuary science? You don’t have to tell me if you’re not comfortable.”

You guys talk all night, mostly about your major surprisingly. His questions about your major were extremely thoughtful, he was actually curious. Bantering back and forth, you both decide it’s getting late. He walks you to your apartment and bids you a good night, not before getting your phone number and texting you before heading to bed himself, smiling to himself like an idiot until the moment his eyes shut. 

--author's note: HEYY! this is the first blurb for my 100 follower bash, and this makes me so excited to write for this. KEEP SENDING IN REQUESTS!!! support your writers by liking, commenting, and reblogging!! ok, bye ily<3

[eternalbuckley]

You are wonderful in the way you are. — eddie munson

SUMMARY: You are bisexual, and you were trying to find a way on how to come out to your friends. Telling Robin and Steve was the easy part but you were anxious about telling Eddie the truth about you. You really wanted to because he was your closest person.

word count: 1,499

genre: fluff, comfort | gn!bisexual!reader, bipoc!reader and plus-size!reader friendly

warnings: slight description of anxiety and panic (from reader), relationship status with eddie is not described (you can see it in the way how you want), y/n is used a few times, crying/tears, slight jealous eddie, use of petnames (Sweetheart, Angel and Darling), it‘s not proofread, english is not my first language — let me know if i forgot something!

a/n: pride month is ending tonight and I wanted to officially make my comeback to writing here after almost a year. and OF COURSE to write something small for Eddie and bisexual!readers. I am bisexual myself and haven’t come out to anyone in the past few years yet excluding social media. Which is why I really wanted to write this. So whether you are bisexual or not, you‘re valid and I’m so proud of you! Never change because you’re awesome!! Happy reading 🫶

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You closed your eyes and hugged Robin and Steve back very tightly. Your body was still a bit shaky but you slowly calmed down while no one said anything. A smile slowly made up its way to your lips because you knew they supported you. You knew Robin was a lesbian and Steve was the most supportive person you‘ve ever seen after Robin came out to you a few months ago. You knew nothing would happen or you hoped nothing would. Anxiety still won when you were sitting with them on the floor in the back of your house.

"I… I mean we are so proud of you." Robin said with a smile while her and Steve let go of you.

They both took your hand and Steve nodded, agreeing with Robin.

"I am glad you trust us so much." He added and you let out a small laughter with slight tears in your eyes.

And that‘s how you spend the rest of the night: Talking about your, Robin‘s and Steve‘s different crushes. Filled with many laughter and tears. Some out of sadness but most of them because you all were happy for one night.

Weeks passed by since you came out to the both idiots you loved so much. You grew closer than ever before and that‘s when Eddie got suspicious. Of course, you all were friends that was nothing new but you being so close with them. Usually, you guys would hangout every Friday night and get high together to just enjoy the time together. But you skipped these nights the last two weeks now and he was scared to lose you for whatever reason.

The thing is, you wanted to spend time with him but you were scared as well. You wanted to tell him the truth about yourself as well and you already had a plan. But you were too scared to be alone with him. You had a lot of serious conversations before but this was the most scariest thing you ever wanted to talk about. With Steve and Robin, it was an easier thing because you knew they would support you. And you were sure Eddie would too but you were still terrified. Steve and Robin comforted you and told you that you should take as much time as you need. They didn’t want you to worry and pressure yourself into coming out to Eddie. Both of them knew how close you and Eddie were and that this was very important to you.

You were currently getting ready to hang out with Steve and Robin again. It was a Friday night and you wanted to watch a movie with them. But there was one thing you forgot to cancel: the planned movie night with Eddie. You were deeply into listening to your music and danced to it without noticing Eddie standing in the doorframe of your room. He was led in by your parents. They liked him and were happy you had someone to spend time with. He watched you with an admiring smile and tried to make no noise.

You were still dancing and the moment you faced the door you let out a small scream. "EDDIE! What the hell!" You held your chest.

He chuckled and pushed him off the door to step into your room. "Hi there, Sweetheart."

"H-hi." You looked at him, nervously. You now remembered that you forgot to cancel the movie night with him tonight and kicked yourself in your mind. "What are you doing here?"

"We planned a movie night, you remember?" He slumped down on your back with a big smile.

"Oh... Yeah sure." You turned around to your mirror. You tried to think about an idea to get out of here.

His smile faltered. "You forgot it. Am I right?" He sighed. "Thought we could spend some time again I haven’t seen you in a while now."

You looked at him through the mirror and saw his changed mood. "I did. I‘m sorry.. I." You put down your perfume bottle. "I had plans with Steve and Robin."

He looked at you. "Again?" You nodded your head.

"You‘ve been having our with them a lot for a while now. Is there something I should know, Y/N?" Eddies voice sounded sad but there was a slight hint of jealousy.

You didn’t answer him but bit your lower lip. You knew you couldn’t run away from this moment forever and would have to face it someday.

Eddie sighed again and got up. "You don’t have to tell me. The next time you just shouldn’t forget to cancel our nights. You know? Unless you want to stop it completely, the I‘ll have to accept it."

You turned around and faced him but were quiet.

"Fine. If you don’t want to talk with me that‘s fine but.." He hesitated. "I deserve answers."

You nodded your head. "Yes. Yes, you do, Eddie."

"Then give me answers, Y/N. At least answer me why you keep avoiding to hangout? Did I do something wrong?"

"What? No! Of course not. It’s nothing about you. It‘s just…" You sighed and closed your door, signalling him this was something serious. You sat down on your bed, hands getting sweaty.

Eddie still stood in the middle of your room and had his eyes focused on you and only you. He noticed the change of your body language and immediately sat down next to you and taking your hand.

"You know you can tell me everything. I won’t judge you."

You looked up to him and had tears in your eyes. He looked softly at you and squeezed your hand.

"I‘m not sure about this, Eddie." You eventually whispered.

He knitted his brows together. "I could never judge you, Sweetheart. Never ever. I swear on my life." He put his other hand over his chest, like the dramatic king he always his.

This caused you to chuckle and he smiled because of it. "Y/N, if you don’t want to tell me, it‘s fine. I don’t want to pressure you into telling me what‘s going on. I can wait."

You shook your head and looked down to your both hands. With the other one you wiped away your tears and deeply breathes in. You were nervous. Extremely nervous.

"There‘s something I‘ve been keeping from you, Eddie. And it‘s a really big thing for me." You closed your eyes for a second. "I‘m scared of telling you. I... I‘m scared of all the possible reactions you could give and I‘m scared it will be one of the bad ones."

He looked at you but didn’t say anything. Eddie wanted to give you as much as time you would need — even if it would take all night. He would be there for you. His kind was working on all the possible things you could mean but he had no idea of what you would say next. It could be everything. But he for sure knew, whatever it is he won’t judge you. He never could, you‘re way too important and special for him. He admired you in the way you are, no matter what.

"I... I am bisexual, Eddie." You breathed out, hands still shaking, and you didn’t dare to look up to him.

Eddie sat there in silence. A big and generous smile appearing on his lips. He immediately hugged you and kissed the side of your head. You didn’t say anything and hugged back. Tears flooding out of your eyes because all you were feeling right now was relief.

A few minutes pass by without any words until Eddie loosened the hug to look at you. "I am so proud of you, angel. You know that?"

You looked at him, the tears slowly stopping and chuckled a bit.

"I am so glad you trust me enough to tell me this about you. And I couldn’t be happier to keep this with me forever." He wiped away your tears. "You‘re wonderful in the way you are. Your sexuality won’t ever change this picture of you. Okay?"

You nodded your head and smiled at him. "Thank you, Eddie. You have no idea how relieved I am now."

He smiled at you and hugged you again. But he knitted his eyebrows together again, he was curious. "Is this why you cancelled our movie nights?" He wasn’t angry or mad.

"Y-yeah. I‘m sorry. I know it‘s stup-"

Eddie interrupted you. "It‘s not." He looked at you again. "I should be sorry."

You raised your eyebrows. "Why should you be? I cancelled them not you. I didn’t say why."

"I was jealous." He admitted.

"Jealous? Of what? Steve and Robin?" You slightly laughed. "Oh my god you were!"

He looked down embarrassed but laughed with you. "Yeah, I was."

You squeezed his hand. "There is absolutely no reason to be jealous, Eds. You will always be my guy." A smile appeared on both of your lips.

"And you will always be my sweetheart."

[pshattuck]

Hey guys figured it was time for a update on how comics are going and how I hope to have things be at in the future. Let's begin withe following:

Thought bubble and other comics!

Thought bubbles blog for the comic is almost at 100 followers and just holy shit that's amazing on its own I never thought it would even break 50 followers due to the content being about mpreg so thank you all.

Because I will be starting up two new comics that are connected to Thought Bubble I have decided on finishing season 1 of thought bubble before I post the new comics Diode and Controlled experiment.

As for dubs of these comics. Im not fully 100% sure if I'm fully going to do dubs or what I would really like to do is save up money and actually get the comics adapted as an animated series.

For Deep in Homebrew now called 'The Hollows : tales of a stitched up family' is getting worked on but slowly. (Cause I'm already working on three comics kinda needed to go slow on one of them. )

The store!

As you know I teased the fact I want to open up a online store where I can sell my comics physically.

The goal was for a opening in November...but after thinking about it I have decided to open it in March so I have time to make sure I have stock and a variety of items for your choosing.

I would like to have the comics in stock as well as stickers, merch along with a few secret items.

I am shooting for March but I will be keeping you all posted.

Videos by awesome people!

I want to showcase these videos by some awesome people that are about my comics.

I know I rebloged a few of these but I just find it amazing to see these and they just make me smile.

I believe that wraps up my update post. Feel free to leave questions, request, or even fanart on the blogs or @ me on Tumblr or twitter (x) and see you all later.

[infiltraitor]

HI EVERYONE!!! my name is dakoda yeager and im an UPCOMING CHAMPION RANK TRAINER. thats right. because im so AWESOME and STRONG but im kind of a beginner trainer

im working to becoming a dragon type specialist because theyre BIG and STRONG and FIERCE!!!! just like ME

i live in paldea right now but i have an opportunity to become a transfer student at BBA...... ill be attending once i get some better pokemon B)

for now heres my trainer card!!!!! and YES that is my hair. i style it everyday

-☀️

hello! welcome to the ooc section of this blog... please, read it through before interacting! don't worry, as much text as there is, there are brief summaries.

about the mun/mod!

my name is adon! of course, you could refer to me as adonciant or guy either. i dont mind! i go by he/him only, but if you want to use any neopronouns, feel free. i am a minor! my main is @adonciant, which is where likes and follows will come from. of course, all my rp blogs are also listed in my pinned on main!

when a post is signed off with ~🎱, that means its me speaking. it will always be paired with ooc post

─ⵌ call me adon, he/him! main is @adonciant! ~🎱 is muns signoff

interaction!

pelipper mail/unmail/malice: allowed!

musharna mail/malice: allowed!

mystery gifts: allowed!

magic anon: allowed!

in-character anon hate: allowed!

ooc/questions: allowed!

anyone is allowed to interact with my blogs! fallers, eeby deebys, hybrids, sapients, self-inserts, ocs, and in-game characters are all very welcomed!

if you ever want to start a roleplay, it's best to discuss it with me first within the blogs dms, unless i already allowed an offscreen post.

note: if i dont get around to an ask, never take it personally! i will always read any asks i get, but i just may not respond if i dont find it necessary.

─ⵌ all interaction from all blogs are allowed, but discuss offscreen roleplays with me beforehand. i may not be able to get around to your ask, but don't take it personally!

boundaries/notices

─the mod is a minor, and the character is 12! both suggestive and nsfw asks are not allowed no matter what.

─if you ever want to establish a connection between our characters, or want to plan events with yours involved, im always open for it! just dm me on either discord [username is adonciant] or on tumblr itself. i will be more than willing to hear your ideas and see what we can do!

─often times, i will do long threads of interaction. i like to reblog back and interact, but if you ever want me to stop without a sign in the roleplay itself for it to end, please tell me! alongside this, my threads do not get tagged with anything.

─there are few content warnings to this blog. to roughly list, child neglect, eating disorders, and running away. this list is always subject to change, so stay aware. any triggering topics are tagged with associated tags ('topic' tw)

─ⵌ no suggestive asks or nsfw is allowed at all, always try to contact me if you want to establish connections or events, and heed the warnings! [you will need to read over the warnings.]

extra notes

full art :)

dakodas theme in the modern pokemon soundfont ^^

[jojo-schmo]

My old Good Omens art from 2019-2020!! :O (In somewhat chronological order)

In the interest of sharing my art in one place, I thought I'd revisit this era of my art! I made much more traditional art at the time. But I like thinking about the evolution of my skills over the past few years.

Director's commentary below:

I believe the first four images are from 2019, when the first season of GO came out. Boy, did that show come out at a good time for me! I was in a deep art slump that had lasted for a few years at that point. Long story short, because of untreated depression and a chronic illness that brought me physical pain, I didn't get everything I wanted to get out of college classes and I was deeply self-conscious of my skill level. I knew I wanted to tell stories but I was frustrated that I seemingly couldn’t make my ideas come to life at all.

Being alive was very difficult for me at the time and I was fighting my own dark and negative thoughts that I directed towards myself constantly. I didn't see a psychiatrist until the Spring of 2020, and only then did things start getting better. If I had to describe it, it's like a storm in my head finally cleared. The weight on my shoulders lightened up a lot. I had enough mental clarity to gain more self-awareness and really work on myself. And that included my art. And it shows a little in the last few drawings.

(Side note, I am much, much better now. Medication and ongoing therapy has completely changed the quality of my life. I am very happy to be here!)

Anyway, I was making efforts to get better at drawing after college by taking Aaron Blaise's online art classes. (Side note, his class on drawing human anatomy helped me immensely!!) But it was just the beginning of a long art improvement journey!

But I see the stiffness and insecurity that was still present in my art from that time. Whenever I shared it on Twitter (which was my main social media at the time) I'd be lucky to hit ten notes. It didn't bother me all the time, but it did get discouraging as time went on. Until one day I decided to just deal with it. Whatever the reason was that nobody was seeing my art- whether it was due to the Twitter algorithm or if my art was just not appealing enough. I was going to keep drawing. If nobody clicked the like heart on my art, fine! I was going to keep throwing it into the void anyway and see what sticks. If it got ten likes or one I tried not to care as much.

My transition from drawing what I thought other people wanted to see, to drawing what made me happy, made a huge difference. Likes and reblogs do feel really good, but I'm happy to hear even what one person likes about my work. I try to keep that mindset with me as much as I can. And I'm not perfect at it. But it helps me a lot.

Of course that transition in my mindset was gradual. Took place over a few years. But I realized lately that I have a confidence in my art that I've never had before. And I'm really happy about that!!

All this to say, whether you've been drawing/writing for ten years, one year, or a few months, it's always nice to remember where you came from and far you've come.

Looking back, I wish I could tell my past self that her best was yet to come. And I still have a long way to go but I'm excited to see what I can make in the coming years!

If I had one preachy piece of advice to offer as a final note, remember that the ability to draw and write is an awesome skill to have. A skill that not every human being has. But a skill that can be developed and cultivated over time if nurtured. It's a beautiful thing to me, to be able to create something that didn't exist before. Something that only you can bring to life. And while it might not resonate with everyone who sees it, it might resonate with one person. And I love that. So when you can, create things that make you happy, the happiness might just be contagious to its viewers. <3

...I think I should draw some more Good Omens sometime soon. I miss those guys and they are dear to me :)