#his ruffly soft hair!!!

[thomashelbyswife]

Tommy Shelby - Peaky Blinders S1E3

[archangeldyke-all]

Hear me out, comforting Sevika.

She just lost the closest thing to her best friend, has to take over his responsibilities, and take over Jinx duties plus the addition of Isha. Poor baby is stressed.

Imagine this. After giving Jinx the guest bedroom, setting Isha up in the same room(I feel like she would want to sleep on the floor, she seems like that type of kid.) Gently coaxing Sevika into the bath, washing her hair with the expensive shampoo and conditioner that made her hair the texture she loved so much. Then settling with her in the bed, bringing out the protein infused Peanut MnMs(I feel like she would be a protein fiend.) and setting her favorite record on before cuddling until you both fall asleep.

Just a moment of peace among a war, I dunno I need to hug her rn,

oh yeah i love this soft shit like this

gonna combine this with two more asks (just to spoil the shit outta her hehe)

@lushh-s3vik4s: Can we hear about the stories when sevika was younger? Like the trouble she got into 🤭 like reader and sev just chilling on the couch and she starts telling reader about what she did as a child 🤭🤭

and @cewl-casper: PLEASE ANYTHING WITH EATING SEVIKA OUTTTTT. The new episodes got me feeling some type of way. I NEED TO BE BRUIED BETWEEN HER THIGHS

men and minors dni

isha eats four servings of dinner, then passes out on jinx's shoulder, snoring and drooling at the dinner table.

you chuckle, shaking your head at the pair. "seems like you've been jinxed, jinx." you say.

she huffs. "she won't leave me alone."

"'s the same thing silco said when he first took you in." sevika mumbles across the table.

jinx rolls her eyes, but you can see a tiny smile pulling at her lips.

you gently nudge her foot under the table, pulling her wandering eyes to you. "tell me the stories about sev as a kid." you request. sevika groans beside you, and jinx grins.

"you never told her?!" jinx asks, pointing at sevika with glee. sevika buries her face in her hands, and you chuckle, kissing her forehead.

"it's fuckin' embarrassing--"

"she'd go up to piltover dressed in this frilly, ruffly dress, find the biggest mansion she could, then she'd put on the waterworks, tears and snot all over. when someone would come outside to see what's wrong she'd say she was lost. 'course the suckers would take her in and call the enforcers-- but by the time they got off the horn she'd be gone-- and so would as much of their silver as she could carry." jinx giggles.

you grin, looking over at your wife. "how old were you?"

"i dunno. i started when i was five but i kept at it until i was like twelve." she says with a shrug. you laugh.

"she tried to teach me and vi how to do it when we were kids, but i could never get the crying right, and vi refused to wear the dress." jinx chuckles.

you smile, kissing sevika's cheek and stacking the plates on the table. "jinx, i want the two of you to stay here until shit up top blows over." you say. sevika huffs beside you, but she doesn't say anything to revoke the offer. jinx pouts, her pink eyes fluttering back and forth as she tries to think of a way to worm her way out of the request. "where the fuck else are you gonna go?" you ask. "half of zaun is looking to turn you in for some cash, and there's a fuckin' team of enforcers gassing the streets to find you. c'mon. take it as my thank you for fixing sevika's new arm."

finally, jinx relents with a gusty sigh. "fine. we'll stay." she says. sevika grunts and takes the plates to the kitchen. when she's gone from sight, jinx whispers. "thank you."

you smile and shoot the kid a wink, walking to the living room to make up the pull out couch for her and isha. you'll make them both bathe tomorrow-- tonight, they need sleep.

isha doesn't stir as jinx settles her under the covers, and before you can even turn the lights off for her, jinx is passed out beside isha, one of her arms curled around the girl.

you chuckle, pulling the blankets over jinx's shoulders before heading to the bathroom.

sevika stumbles in as you're drawing up a bath.

"get in." you gesture to the tub. sevika raises an eyebrow at you.

"you're awfully bossy tonight." she says, slowly working to strip her clothes. you chuckle, holding her hand as she steps into the tub, then gently helping her arrange her new arm so it doesn't get in the water.

sevika sighs, her eyes falling shut and her shoulder slumping as the steam and bubbles envelop her.

"who were you all fighting?" you ask, dragging a stool over to the tub.

sevika chuckles. "vi's an enforcer now. jinx wanted to kill 'er. didn't work."

you snort and shake your head, starting to lather up a washcloth. "poor jinx." you say. sevika quirks an eyebrow at you and you shrug. "lost silco and found out her sister joined the force that killed her own parents within the span of a week. same week she became a mother, too." you say.

sevika snorts a bit.

"isha's a cute kid, eh?" she asks. you chuckle.

"you're a sucker. 's so cute." you tease, leaning forward and kissing her head as you scrub her back.

sevika sighs, leaning into your touch. "you take such good care'a me." she whispers.

you chuckle. "'s sorta my job isn't it? 's why you gave me my ring?"

sevika's responding grin is dazzling, her flesh arm reaching out of the tub to grab your own, fondling the ring she'd given you so many years ago. "guess so, yeah." she whispers, kissing your hand.

you take your time washing her off, massaging her shoulders and scrubbing her scalp, waiting until she's sunk down so far under the water's surface that only her nose is sticking out before pulling the plug and helping her get up.

sevika's sleepy while you dry her off and herd her toward your bedroom, and she doesn't question it when you push her down into bed before dressing her up in her jammies.

it's only when you spread her legs and kneel down in front of her that she starts to catch on, a smirk forming on her lips. "we're doing the whole baby-making thing wrong. think we're supposed to fuck before the kid shows up." sevika jokes.

you snort, kissing up her thigh toward her cunt. sevika spreads her legs farther, sighing as she relaxes back on her elbows. "think you can stay quiet?" you ask, your breath puffing on her cunt. sevika nods down at you with stars in her eyes.

"yeah. i'll bite the pillow." she says, dragging your pillow down the bed to rest beside her.

you smirk, reaching up to pinch her chin and drag her down for a quick kiss, before pushing her down to lay on the bed and burying your face between her thick, powerful thighs.

sevika sighs, pulling the pillow up over her mouth as you start licking long stripes up her cunt, groaning at the taste of her.

there's nothing quite like taking sevika apart like this. she's so fucking strong, her thighs are so powerful-- she could crush you in an instant if she wanted to.

but she doesn't. instead, she lets herself melt into the mattress, giving herself over to you completely. it's a huge show of vulnerability and trust, and it turns you on immensely.

you suck her clit into your mouth and sevika squeaks, her thighs twitching in pleasure. you chuckle against her, sinking your nails into her hips to pull her closer to you. fuck, you could die happy right here, drowning between her legs as she muffles her groans into your pillow.

"you take such good care of everybody, sev." you pull away to whisper, kissing her cunt as you speak. "you gonna lemme take care of you now?" you ask. sevika nods, reaching down with her flesh arm to grab your hand. you chuckle, intertwining your fingers with hers. "fuck. i love you so fuckin' much baby. could die happy between your legs." you sigh before ducking back down and shoving your tongue inside her.

sevika's back arches off the bed, one of her legs hooking around your shoulder to pull you closer to her. you're sloppy and loud as you eat, sucking and slurping on her like she's a ripe peach. you pray to every god you know that jinx and isha are still sleeping, because with the way you're groaning and moaning into her cunt, you're certain you can be heard through your flimsy bedroom door.

sevika's whole body tenses up, her nails dig into the back of your hand, and she cums with a muffled "love you!"

you groan as you lick up her cum, happy to keep eating to your heart's content. sevika has different plans though, and she squeaks as she shoves your face away from her pussy.

you crawl up onto bed beside her, smiling at her as she tries to catch her breath. sevika blushes a little at the sight of you. "you're covered in my cum." she whispers.

"aren't i lucky?" you ask.

sevika snorts, then pulls you in for a kiss. "not as lucky as me." she says against your lips. you grin.

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[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

Bikini Bottom

Schlatt x Fem!reader Summary: Reader is anxious about the scars on her legs, and struggles with wearing a bikini to the pool. Schlatt just wants to reassure them and remind them how beautiful he thinks they are. Content: she/her pronouns, fluff, angst w/ comfort, panic attacks, self criticism, body image issues, scars, allusions to self-harm or injuries (nothing specific), kissing A/N: This was based on this request from the lovely @imgayandvoreethatsall it was such a cute request I got a little bit carried away writing it so it is loooonggg.

You feel your lip wabble as you eye yourself in the mirror, tilting your head to the side as you take in your reflection staring back at you. Mocking you. It was a scorching week in LA and everyone was making use of the pool that came with the Airbnb you were staying at, as they had been everyday the temperature had hit anywhere near 80 degrees.

It was a gorgeous pool, with a huge patio, deck chairs, glass fencing overlooking the LA hills, one of those stupid waterfall things that all the rich people had. You'd been spending most of your week feeling shit, despite the gorgeous background, lounging on a deck chair in your t-shirt and shorts, trying to keep your eyes glued to the pages of the book you were reading. Every now and again though, you'd look up and just eye your friends having fun in the pool. The chuckle boys were here, filming some stuff, Tucker, his wife, Ted, his girlfriend, Schlatt and a number of other mutual friends they had invited to hang out, including you.

You couldn't help the jealousy in your eyes as you looked at all your friends as they seemed to glide around the pool without a care in the world. It wasn't their fault, you loved them dearly, but it's true when they say there's a certain type of person in LA. Tall, slim, tanned, stunning. You'd watch your girlfriends as they'd sit next to the pool, their long, slim, smooth legs danging in the water, their bleach blonde hair tossed back as they laughed, sun shining off their pearly white teeth. God it made you feel ill.

You had gotten out of it all originally, when the pool talk came up, "oh I don't have a swim suite," you had told Ted, cringing at the disappointment on the faces of your friends as you shrugged softly, "I'll come sit out there though."

But as the temperature kept ticking up, your friends kept asking, and by god did you wanna use the pool. So you bit the bullet, fucking chewed and swallowed that thing more like, and went out and bought a bikini.

It was cute, you had to admit to yourself as you look at yourself in the mirror, and if it was anything else you'd be fawning over yourself in it. It was some ruffly thing that hugged your chest great, high waisted bottoms cupping your ass and stopping just below your belly button. As cute as it was it did nothing to cover your legs.

You feel the tears well up in your eyes as you look down at them, sucking your lip between your teeth to stop the flood gate from opening. Long scars litter the sides of your upper leg, some red, some pink, some white, staring up at you mockingly. It 's embarrassing, walking around with these stupid lines on your legs. While everyone else is model esque perfect, you're covered in the permanent reminder of your past. Of pain and suffering that taunt you, knowing you've missed that chance at perfection.

A soft knock at the door startles you away from the mirror as it creaks open the tiniest bit at your silence. "Y/N?" you hear Schlatt say, his accent thick on his tongue as his tone is soft and gentle, "you ok?"

You hum, as you quickly scramble for your shorts, pulling on the board shorts over your legs as you open the door, plastering on a smile as you look up at Schlatt, "hey, I'm good yeah."

He laughs as he moves out of the way, letting you step out of the room, "I thought you got lost in the bed sheets."

You laugh softly as you walk with him out to the pool, tugging on your shorts when you feel them ride up the tiniest bit, "I was just hyping myself up." you admit softly as you feel your face warm up at your confession.

"For what?"

“You know,” you say as you motion down to your bikini, stomach tensing when you feel his eyes trail down your body. Schlatt next to you swallows thickly as he looks over your body, admiring the way the bikini top hugs your chest, the way the shorts hang off your hips so enticingly.

“You coming swimming?” he asks, as he snaps his eyes back up to your face, furrowing his brow at the anxiety on your face. Your small nod is all he needs before a grin is breaking out on his face and he's hoisting you up into his arms the second your feet hit the outdoor patio. You squeal in delight as you thrash around in his arms, his gaze loving as he beams up at you as you squirm. “Look who I dragged out,” he calls out excitedly as your friends cheer, ignoring your shrieks of protest as he strides over to the pool, howling with laughter as he unceremoniously drops you into the water.

Everyone's calmed down a bit as the afternoon wears on, lounging in or around the pool as they chat happily. You're standing over with Schlatt and your friend Amy as you all chat, your body pressed up next to Schlatt as you lean against the wall.

"I wanna get a photo," Sophie, a girl you don't know super well says excitedly as she stands up from her towel. Some people excitedly shuffles over to the fence of the property, overlooking the hills, Amy grinning down at you when she pulls herself out of the pool, "you coming?"

You hesitate as you look at her outstretched hand, going to reach out for her to help you out before Sophie's valley girl voice cuts you off, "maybe the next one Y/N? Like we love a 2000s chic board short look but... this one's for the 'gram," she says as she stares at her phone, not even looking up at you, "you know how it is."

A tense silence falls over the pool as your friends stare at Sophie in shock, a few people you don't know super well humming in agreement, as you let Amy pull you out of the pool none the less. You look at Amy to see the shock already on her face, turning to meet Schlatt's eyes and see the anger burning behind his iris.

"Fine," you mumble as you push the shorts down your legs, taking a deep breath as you push yourself forward and walk over to where the girls are lining up, "am i 'gram ready now?" you say, sickly sweet as Amy laughs next to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder.

Schlatt stares in awe at your confidence, as much as he can tell you're putting it on. He loves seeing you like this, unwilling to take anyone's shit, it's hot in a way he's not brave enough to admit out loud. He lets out a low whistle as he moves over to the other wall, closer to where you're all waiting to take the photo, "yeah Y/N," he says as he claps, smiling to himself as he watches you blush and turn your head into Amy's neck to whisper something to her. He wolf whistles at you while you take the photo, not so subtly hyping you up as he admires you, watching as you laugh at his antics and cling to Amy as Tucker snaps pictures of all of you.

"That was incredible," he says, a proud grin plastered on his face when you get back in the pool, "you've got the biggest balls of anyone here, shutting her up like that.”

That makes you throw your head back and laugh as you sink back into the pool next to him, placing a hand on his bicep to help you in, "thanks for hyping me up."

"You don't have to thank me," he says sweetly as he takes a gently hold of your waist and helps you in, "that's what I'm here for."

Sophie didn't even end up posting the photos, you think she got her ego hurt a bit by everyone teasing her about her 'gram for the rest of the afternoon. But Amy did, and you couldn't stop tearing over them.

They were cute photos, some of the group, some of just the two of you she had taken, but god you couldn’t stop looking at your legs. You should've put your shorts back on, Amy wouldn't have mind. you should’ve asked her even to edit them, she would’ve said yes, but you couldn’t face the embarrassment. Instead, you just sat here, feet danging in the water as you zoomed in on yourself, not even daring to open the comments.

"Hey," you hear Schlatt's voice say as he approaches you from the house, hand coming over your shoulder to hand you a bottle of something that you take eagerly. He smiles down at you as he sits down, rather ungracefully next to you, legs joining yours in the water with a splash, "you alright?"

That's something you always admired about Schlatt, his ability to turn it off and just be with you when you needed it. He was undeniably loud and in your face when he wanted to be, but he had this ability of reading the room like no one you've ever met before, knowing when you needed someone to just sit and talk. You look up at him and nod as you sip your drink, turning to look back at your phone next to you.

"What's wrong?"

You let out an annoyed groan as you lay back on the tiles behind you, unlocking and handing him your phone. There's no point hiding it from him, he has a way of reading you, you might as well just show him.

He scrolls across the pictures Amy posted, smiling to himself when he sees the one of you with her, tilting your head back and laughing, "what's wrong with these? They're cute."

"Cute?!" you say as you look up at him wide eyed, "omg cute?! Look at my legs," you groan, "ugh it makes me wanna puke."

"Your legs?" he asks as he glances at you, face scrunched up in confusion before he looks back at the phone, "what's wrong with your - oh," he says as his eyebrows raise when he notices what you're talking about.

"Oh god it's so bad isn't it?"

"What? No, no I didn't mean it like that," he says as he zooms in on your legs, taking in the sight of the scars littering them that he's never really taken note of before. He's seen them sure, but he's always been too focused on the soft curves of your thighs to ever really notice.

You're both silent for a while before he speaks, "is this why you haven't been swimming with us?" You just nod as you take the phone back from his hands, zooming in on yourself again as you sigh.

He glances down at you next to him as he takes in your sad expression, feeling his heart ache as he watches your slumped figure stare intently at your phone, "you have an even bigger dick than I thought then for earlier."

You laugh softly as you roll your eyes, looking up at him as you nudge him, sitting up again. "But seriously," he continues, "I'm proud of you," he says as he looks down at you, taking in the way your face is lit up in the dim blue light of the pool.

"Really?" you whisper back, leaning into his side the tiniest bit as you seek out his warmth.

"It's not easy, putting yourself on display," he says as his eyes flick down to your legs for the tiniest second before meeting your face again, hand twitching at his side as he fights the urge to reach out and touch you, "especially when you're worried about something like that."

You nod silently as you fully lean into his side now, resting your head against his arm as the two of you enjoy each other's presence. It feels nice, to feel seen like this, to have someone who notices you, faults and all, and is here anyway.

"When I started gaining weight, it took me ages before I was willing to swim without a shirt on again," he admits as he snakes an arm around to rest on the tile next to your hip.

"Really?!" you ask as you look up at him, turning slightly to rest your chin on his arm as you watch him stare down at the water.

"Oh yeah, like so long," he nods as he moves his legs in the water, watching the way it ripples around his movement, "I was just convinced that everyone would be staring at me the entire time," he shrugs, "and like, sometimes people do you know? I'm not gonna lie... but most people didn't even think twice about it. And if they did they didn't care."

"Do you think anyone noticed my legs today?" you ask as you pull away, looking up at him pensively as you think back on the day. It's hard to remember if the burning of people's gazes on your body was real or just your anxiety convincing you it was.

"Honestly?" he asks softly and you nod, "probably not. Like not in a bad way, just like, I don't think most of our friends really pay attention to that sort of shit."

There's a moment of silence before he's laughing as he looks down at you, "I know I for one was more focused on these puppies," he says as he dramatically and blatantly staring at your chest, "awooga," he says as he hangs his tongue out and dramatically pants.

"I hate you," you say as you fall apart laughing, pushing him away from you and watching him dramatically fall into the pool.

"Don't look so hot and we won't have a problem," he laughs when he comes up to the surface, laying on his back and flailing a bit as he attempts to float.

"You're so unbuoyant?" you question as you stare at him confused, howling in laughter as he flails around.

"Oh yeah like you can do any better," he says as he faux glares at you, fighting the smile creeping onto his lips at the sound of you laughing.

You bite your lip as you smile giddily, pressing your hands against the edge of the pool and slipping into the cool water as you feel it envelope you, "I'm a goddamn pool floatie, I'll have you know."

You lay back in the water, and let yourself float, the rhythmic pattern of the pool jets whirling through the water as it surrounds you, calming you. Your breathing sounds impossibly loud as you take long and deep breaths, but you open your eyes to find the night sky staring back at you. It's not often you see starts in LA, but the few twinkling in the night right now ground you. It's just you, Schlatt and the sky right now, the way you like it.

You flip back over and dunk under the water, pushing your hair back out of your face as you swim up and smile up at Schlatt, "told you so," you tease, but find him already staring at you.

He's looking at you, lips parted slightly as he leans against the wall of the pool, arms resting on the side as his eyebrows raise when you meet his gaze. It makes your heart stutter as you swim closer to him. His tongue swipes across his lower lip as you approach, hands coming to rest by his side as he looks down at you, sinking down into the water so he's closer to you.

"I'm glad you came in with me," he whispers as he smiles softly down at you, almost nervous to break the silence in the air, "I know it's not easy," he takes a deep breath as he gently brings a hand down to touch your waist, "you look amazing though."

You let out a dismissive scoff and shake your head, turning to look off into the distance as you feels Schlatt's eyes stay locked on yours, "thanks," you whisper softly, not really believing it yourself.

You feel his large hand, surprisingly delicate, take a hold of your chin gently and turn your head to look back at him. His eyes stare down at you, soft and loving as you feel the warmth rush to your face as you gaze up at him, "I mean it, you're so beautiful."

He leans in closer, just a tiny bit, but it's enough to make the water ripple around you. His hand moves from your chin to cup your cheek gently, other hand moving under the water to hover over your outer thigh. You feel the water move and you let out a shaky breath, as you bring your hand down to touch his, gently pressing it into your skin. His large hand lays delicately on your thigh for a second, before pressing into the skin ever so slightly as his thumb rubs along your cheek, "you're the most stunning person I've ever seen."

The way he says it, so soft, so earnest, filled with love and unspoken words, makes you let out a shaky breathe you didn't realise you were holding as you move in closer to him. Your eyes flutter shut as you lean into his hand, basking in the feeling of his warmth, his hands on your thigh, soft breath hitting your lips.

You're so caught up in the feeling of each other that you hadn't even noticed the door slide open, or the sound of wet footsteps running towards the pool until a tidal wave of water wallops you and Schlatt as Tucker and Ted laugh manically when they resurface.

"Ever the good timing fellas," Schlatt mumbles, apologetic eyes drifting to you when you swim away from him.

You had made your escape the night before, clambing out of the pool into the dark, where you could secure a towel around you and bask in your safety under it's cover and sinking into the group inside to chat happily with your friends.

Now however, as the sun rose over the horizon, you found yourself looking over your body the same as yesterday. The scars on your thighs stuck out to you like a sore thumb, but you felt better today, more confident. No one would notice and if they did, they wouldn't care, you told yourself. At least Schlatt wouldn't care, he had your back.

"Here she is," Amy squeals excitedly from where she's lounging in the pool when she sees you coming, flopping off the floatie with an excited giggle as she pushes her sunnies up her face.

"And looking fucking fine as hell I might add," Schlatt says with a grin on his face as he walks out of the house behind you, just loud enough for you to hear, bottles of beer in his hand. You roll your eyes and scrunch up your nose as you steal a beer from his hand, walking over to join your friends in the pool.

The day goes on, the sun beaming down on everyone, and you find for the first time in a long while, you're able to forget about your body. Forget about the way you look and the things you hate about it and just exist. It's not perfect, but it's a start.

Schlatt watches from the window in the kitchen of the airbnb as you play with some beach ball someone found, passing it around to people as you grin happily. He just stares, beers he came in to get getting warm on the counter as he just stands there and watches you enjoy yourself. You look angelic; sunkissed and carefree, something he hasn't seen from you in a long time.

"You'll burn a hole through her head if you keep staring," Ted laughs as he walks into the kitchen behind Schlatt, putting the beers he got out back in the fridge and grabbing cool ones instead.

“Can you blame me man,” he says, not even trying to deny that he was staring, he's played this coy denial game when Ted's asked about his feelings for you for too long to care anymore, "she looks great in that bikini."

“That's what's making you act so clingy?” Ted asks as he stands next to Schlatt, taking a sip of his beer as he hands one to Schlatt. Schlatt just nods, watching the way you move as you jump up in the water to grab the beach ball.

Ted lets out a whistle as he watches too, "I can't blame you dude," he says as he takes a gulp of his drink and dodging away from the friendly punch he knows is coming, "she is pretty hot."

More people had trickled into the Airbnb for the rest of the afternoon, as the sun slowly began to set. People you didn't really recognise, friend of a friend kinda people that were just so LA, as Schlatt had said after escaping a conversation with some surfer looking dude and retreating back to your group.

Ted and Amy had been bouncing around the new people who've rocked up, you're not sure if they're their friends or if they're both just social like that, but you, Schlatt and Tucker had retreated to your safe little corner of the pool, to just chat happily.

“Come on you lot,” Ted says as he comes around the pool to your corner, “stop being antisocial.” He whisks you all over to a large group that has formed around a tiny, shitty little fire pit, where chairs had been pulled over to form little groups.

“Some fire,” Tucker scoffs as Ted forces you all to sit down next to him, with a few other people who are chatting to each other.

“The whole city will burn down if you even think of anything bigger,” you laugh as you eye the tiny fire pit, the light from it casting you in a warm glow as you feel the water on you begin to dry in it's slight heat.

Seeming to notice your precence suddenly, the rest of your new little groups introduces themselves and begin to join you in on their conversation. They're talking about some movie they worked on recently that Ted is fascinated by, and you smile and nod along to as you listen to their stories.

They're a very sweet group, you get to know them for a while as they chat, but they're not the most tactful. They had said some weird things already, that you can tell weren't meant to be mean, but just weren't thought through before they slipped out. Something about Tucker being a bad guy for joining the military, and Schlatt's accent making him sound uneducated or some shit. Stupid stuff that the guys shrugged off.

Something you couldn't shrug off though, were the looks they kept giving you. The not so subtle glances you'd catch when they'd look at you, eyes blatantly drifting down to your legs everytime you'd talk. Unlike yesterday, you couldn’t convince yourself this was in your head. This was happening right in front of you, obviously and without shame.

They kept doing it, just openly staring at the scars up your thighs whenever you talked, as if you were nothing more than a spectical to gawk at. You weren't sure if they were even listening, or if they only pretended they were so they could get another look to judge you.

You knew what would happen, the second you all left they'd start whispering, what happened to her? How did she get those scars? Just sitting there like that, out in the open?

You couldn't breathe proeprly, your chest getting tighter everytime you felt their eyes burning into your skin. Each time they'd turn to look at you it felt hotter and closer, as if they were silently telling more poeple to look. To turn and stare at the freak, to point and laugh at your scars. God it was so embarrassing. You felt disgusting.

"I'll be back," you blurt suddenly, interupting Tucker as you stand up, knocking your chair over in the process as you fumble to pick it up, throat feeling tight when more people look over at the comotion. You push your way through the group and book it into the house, finding the first room you can, luckily a bathroom and locking the door behind you.

You tear a towel off the hanger and wrap it around your waist to save yourself having to look at your scars anymore, hands shaking as you attempt to secure it. You grip the counter as much as you can as you double over, heaving chest attempting to breathe as you stare down at the sink, gasping. Your head feels like it's spinning, eyes struggling to focus on anything as you look up at the ceiling, panting and weezing as you try to calm yourself down.

The door handle jiggles and you choke back a gasp as you try to stay silent, short shallow gasps escaping your lips as you try not to choke. It jiggles again and you manage to cough out, "occupied."

“It's me,” Schlatt's concerned voice comes from the other side, "can I come in?”

You let our a choked breath as you reach blindly for the door, unlocking it and stepping back against the wall as Schlatt pushes the door open and steps inside, shutting it behind him.

You stare up at the ceiling, throat tightening more as you feel his concerned eyes on you, heaving to bring in a breath as you refuse to look at him. It's a heartbreaking sight, to watch you like this, watch your face scrunch up in pain as you struggle to breath. He reaches out a hand gently, hovering it just over your shoulder, "can I touch you?"

You nod urgently as you finally lower your gaze to look at him, sputtering as you feel the spit pool in your mouth as you cough and choke, doubling over as you try to calm yourself down.

"You're ok," he says softly, watching you with concerned eyes as he slowly lowers you to the ground, which you happily oblige, going to pull your knees up to your chest to sooth yourself before he stops you, "sit up straight if you can."

You follow his soft instructions as your brain throbs, hazy from the lack of oxygen you're taking in. You preen at his soft praise, "that's perfect, now breathe with me ok."

His voice shakes with nerves as he watches you struggle, hands gripping your shoulders firmly as he keeps his face infront of your eyes, taking a deep breath in and nodding as you attempt to follow. "Perfect, that's perfect."

He sits with you for a while, breathing with you through the panic attack until you can breathe on your own. He feels his own breathing return to normal when you slump your head back against the wall, eyes shutting from exhaustion as your chest begins to rise and fall in a steady pattern.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" he asks, looking at you with furrowed brows as he keeps his arms firmly on your shoulders. He doesn't wanna push you to talk if you're not ready, but he desperately wants to know what happened to make you feel this way.

"They were staring," you say, voice barely above a whisper as your face scrunches up as the painful burn of their gazes return to your skin.

His face morphs to one of realisation as he glances down at the towel around your waist, heart aching at the pain across your face, "shit, Y/N," he whispers as he pulls you into a tight hug. His strong arms wrap firmly around you, bringing you closely into his chest as he buries his face in your hair, rubbing your back when he feels you exhale a shaky breath into his chest. He just wants to keep you here, in his arms, where he can make sure you know how perfect you are.

"I know it won't help with how shit it feels," he whispers into your hair, "but seriously fuck them," he presses a gentle kiss to your head as he asks, "was it that lot we were sitting with?"

You just nod as you burry you head further into his chest, trying to escape the world. His arms tighten again around you and you feel your heartbeat in your ears as he holds you firmly against him. You barley make out what he says over the static in your brain as you melt against him, something about their personalities being faker than their teeth.

"At least you're fucking real," he says as he pulls away slightly, keeping his arms tight around your waist, "real and strong... and fucking perfect."

His words warm you up from the inside as you gaze up at him, sucking your lip between your teeth as your stomach flutters. You are real, and so is he. Right now, the feeling of his arms firmly around your waist is more real and more important to you than anything else outside this bathroom.

He watches you, eyes drifting down to your teeth as they chew in your lip, his thumb coming up to gently tug it free. Running the pad of his thumb across the smooth, soft skin of your lip he can't help the way his lips part, the way his breathing gets heavier as he takes in the sight of you, "so perfect," he whispers again as he leans in.

His thumb moves from your lips and is replaced with the soft warmth of his lips against yours, gently ghosting over yours, giving you a chance to pull away.

You pull your arms free from where they're sandwiched between you two and wrap them around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You push your lips firmer against his, melting into the kiss as you push yourself against his.

Schlatt lets out a breath into your mouth he didn't realise he was holding, your lips moving against his as he poured all his love and devotion into the kiss. He wanted you to feel beautiful. To feel safe. To feel loved. He pulled you closer again, flush against his chest, sure you could feel his heart beat against yours as your lips moved in tandem. He felt the spark that everyone talks about, that spark that he always thought was some sappy shit, but right now feels so real.

You lift yourself onto your knees, kneeling with him so you're closer to his height, lips staying locked together. He was warm, and gentle, taking his time to move his lips against yours in a way that reminded you that he was here for you, nothing else. Just you, as you are. The towel shifts from your waist and drops down your legs a bit, leaving you in your bikini and him in his shorts, warm skin pressed against each other. His hand comes down to lay gently against your thigh, soft and gentle against the scars there, and you don't move, you don't flinch or shy away, instead, you lean into him more.

He pulls away panting softly, his hold firm and loving on you as he whispers against your lips, "you're so perfect."

For the first time in a long time you believe it.

[minxmut-cafe]

PANCAKES

Pairing : Jimin x reader (Married)

Word count : 657

Authors note : I thought about this while making breakfast and my day was ruined knowing I'll never have this T T

Warning : Jimin is smitten for his pretty wife, spanking, improper use of a spatula, teasing, Jimin being Jimin.

Synopsis :

Jimin's wife prancing around the kitchen to make her husband his favourite breakfast.

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Jimin had a problem.

A big problem.

His wife—his sweet, utterly oblivious wife—was prancing around the kitchen in nothing but his oversized T-shirt and that tiny, ruffly apron, completely unaware that she was single-handedly ruining him.

And to make matters worse? She was so innocent about it.

Not a single mischievous bone in her body, no intention to tease him—just her usual soft, sunshine self, humming a little tune as she flipped pancakes like she wasn’t driving him out of his mind.

Jimin leaned back on the couch, arms crossed, watching her every move with hooded eyes. It was torture. Absolute torture.

And then—oh, God help him—she stretched up on her toes, reaching for something on the top shelf.

The hem of the apron lifted.

The shirt barely covered her thighs.

Jimin clenched his jaw.

Alright. That’s it.

Moving like a man possessed, he strode into the kitchen, coming up behind her in a smooth motion. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his chest as he pressed a lingering kiss to the side of her neck.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice like silk.

She squeaked, nearly dropping the spatula in her hand. “Jimin!”

He bit back a grin, loving how easily she melted in his hold. “What?” he asked, feigning innocence. “Can’t I hug my pretty wife?”

She huffed but didn’t pull away, still too focused on flipping the pancake in front of her. “You could,” she mumbled, her voice already laced with flustered confusion. “But you don’t usually get all clingy this early.”

Jimin only hummed, nuzzling into her hair. His fingers brushed over the bow of her apron, tugging at it playfully. “Can you blame me?” he murmured, lips dangerously close to her ear. “You’re just too cute, baby.”

She squirmed. “Jimin…”

That breathy, flustered little whimper.

Oh, he was done for.

His eyes flicked to the spatula she had abandoned on the counter. An idea crept into his mind, slow and dangerous.

Before she could process it—

Smack!

A squeal left her lips as the wooden spatula met the soft curve of her backside. She nearly jumped out of his arms, spinning around so fast she almost knocked into him.

“Jimin!” she gasped, eyes wide, cheeks flaming.

He arched a brow, twirling the spatula between his fingers like some kind of menace. “Something wrong, sweetheart?”

She gawked at him, face full of betrayal. “You—you hit me with a spatula!”

Jimin’s lips curled, but he fought to keep his expression neutral. “Did I?”

Her pout deepened, making her look like an adorable little fairy, all soft and sweet, like she wasn’t making it so much worse for him.

“You did!” she huffed, crossing her arms.

Jimin barely held back a groan. Why did she have to be so damn cute?

“Well…” He reached out, trailing a slow, teasing finger along the ruffles of her apron. “It just looked so… spankable.”

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. “Jimin!” she cried, smacking his chest.

He grinned, leaning in close—so close she could feel the warmth of his breath. “What, baby?” he murmured, voice dangerously low. “You don’t like it?”

Her lips parted. No words came out.

Instead, she made a tiny, helpless sound, her whole face burning.

Jimin’s smirk deepened.

And then—smack!

“Jimin!!”

Oh, yeah.

He was never letting her take this apron off.

[irl-simon-riley]

WIP whenever

I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THIS. I was going to do this last week but I had some stressful health and ID stuff that I had to deal with and just couldn't bring myself to work on my WIPS :( I wanted to get a bit more written before I shared but oh well. Anyways, I was tagged by the very very cool @pricegouge to post a current WIP. I have a lot to choose from since I am an absent father, but I will go with my slowburn ftm bodyguard!ghost x rockstar!soap that doesn't have a working title atm. This fic is inspired by a dream I had. I hope y'all enjoy :D

//gender dysphoria, misgendering & dead-naming in reference to pre-transition self, emotional angst, Ghost's canon backstory, Ghost is ex-military

Ghost watches his feet as he walks along the side of a forested road, the smell of moss surrounding him from all directions. The forest is too dense to be anywhere near Manchester, the growth too old, like something from a nature magazine. The lush greenery shading him from the summer heat, the sun would only affect him more with his all-black gear.

He's not alone. In front of him is his mother, following him is Tommy. His mum crosses the road and the boys follow like ducklings. Ghost's mother says something that he can't quite hear, all he notices is that he's breathing much too easily with his mask on.

He finally looks up, a shotgun-style house in front of him. His mum and Tommy are already halfway through the screen door, leaving him behind. A concrete staircase leads down from the road to be level with the house, as if the house was built before any roads were around. Ghost follows behind them, opening the doors that were shut in his face.  

Once inside he enters the room immediately to the right. His room.

The layout is almost the same as his childhood bedroom, only the door has switched walls and there are no windows.

The walls are covered in pastel purple wallpaper with white daisies that look hand-painted. Light greens and pinks are the only other colors that occupy the space. A quilt covers the mattress, held up by a white wrought-iron bedframe. On painted wall shelves there are trinkets, the only one Ghost can focus on holds porcelain figures of the Virgin Mary, Jesus, and a cherub-like angel. Everything is bathed in candlelight, but Ghost can't smell the burning over the scent of mothballs. The room denotes nothing but love and care, the kind that Simon could only dream of as a child---the kind he begged for.

"It's just for tonigh'," He grumbles to himself.

The urge to get out of his gear and sleep consumes him. He turns and his eyes catch on the full length mirror directly next to the door.

He sees... her. Hannah: the name Simon never wished to hear again. A name he thought he left behind at 16, but now... he was 14 again and she was standing in front of him in the mirror. She wears a pink, ruffly tank-top and cotton shorts.

Is this even real? It can't be, he---he's supposed to be out! He got out!

Right?

Simon sucks in a breath and reaches a trembling hand up to the auburn hair that covers his chest and rakes his fingers through it. It's real. Her face morphs into one of fear as she feels the soft strands tendril out between each finger.

In this moment he realizes she's exactly the daughter he was supposed to be; and all the other rooms burn around him.

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pls help me title this work I am so bad at titles

[eldestsiblingwithglasses]

1st poem on Tumblr<3

~~Fragrant whispers~~

He smells like a bonfire,

Warm and embracing,

A fire that burns only for me,

He smells like old books,

Glasses pressed to his nose,

Hair ruffly and Curly.

He smells like baths in summer,

The fresh smell of soap,

And the mirror smoked up.

He smells like fictional men,

Cute, soft, and loves me like no other.

He smells like me,

My perfume on his sweater,

To remember me by the whole day.

He smells like me and him,

A bunch of love you'd fall in love again.

[nightmare-dreamt]

Hi! If requests are open, could I please have a matchup with a male character from One piece, Twisted Wonderland, and Demon Slayer?

My Name is Rachel, Im 18, and my pronouns are she/her.  My zodiac sign is Taurus and Im a Gemini rising. I have brown hair that comes a few inches below my shoulders, brown eyes and freckles.

I’m a really optimistic person, and I try to help others as much as I can! I’m good at giving advice, and making people feel better. I’m also very charismatic and very outgoing! I love trying out new activities, But, I can get impatient easily and I tend to be stubborn. I’m very affectionate and I tend to make sure that everyone around me is feeling alright before making sure that I am. Basically, I’m like the mom friend. 

I really enjoy fashion design. I love sewing and coming up with a new ideas of something I can make! I’m also really passionate about music. I’ve played piano since second grade, and it really helps me to express myself! Some of my other hobbies include baking, crocheting and shopping. My personal style is a kind of mix between softie and angelcore. I love clothes that are pink, ruffly or have some sort of lace on them. Some things I like include, pretty perfume bottles, flowers, and jewelry I have a huge sweet tooth, so I also really like desserts! I absolutely hate bugs.

Thank you so much!! <33

Matchup for Rachel!

One Piece: Sanji Vinsmoke

His favorite feature on you is your freckles, he definitely would poke everyone of them while saying a compliment quietly just for you to hear. He tries his hardest to see you blush loving the way it coats your freckles thinking that they go extremely well together.

He's a chef and we've seen throughout the show him cooking for the people he admires and I think he would go all out for his partner. Making them three meals a day with a dessert on the side for each of them. His way to express his love is with words, but also with gifts showering you in meals he's made or buying you something you've really wanted for a while now.

The two of you enjoy listening to music together, especially when he's cooking and the two of you are just dancing around having a blast. When it's late at night, the two of you would just slow dance to the song listening to the soft breathing from each other as the moonlight shines over the two of you softly swaying back and forth.

He definitely doesn't help with your sweet tooth making anything sweet you want or buying it from the shop. You ask for a treat and he's rushing around trying to get it no matter what happens. He once forced Luffy to turn the ship back around to an island with a market because they didn't have an ingredient to make the sweet you wanted. Let's just say Nami was not happy with that…

Twisted Wonderland: Kalim-Al Asim

You fell for him when the two of you first met seeing his friendly attitude towards others and how much he cared for his friends and the people he held close to him. You love his smile, seeing it always on his face and the cheerful aura that came off of him. He may be a bit clumsy but that's not bad and you find it quite funny when he trips over his own feet falling into your arms or the two of you falling onto the floor together.

You both have a very optimistic personality, always trying to look at the good things in life instead of the bad things. You guys both also like to help others and keep a smile on your faces along with the people around you.

For your guys first date, he gave you your favorite flowers and you put them in a vase watering them until they weren't able to survive anymore, but as soon as that happened he bought more He now has a tradition where when your flowers are dead he buys new ones for you to put in the vase.

Demon Slayer: Tengen Uzui

The first time he heard you play the piano, he swore it was love, hearing all of the emotion and effort put into the song being played. He never wanted to hear any other song besides the one being played right now in front of him by your hands. He knew you were the one and he swore to never let you or your music go.

Him and his wives love you a lot and your personality brings the best out of all of them, especially on their worst days, one ounce of your serotonin and their back to their normal selves. It took a while for you to get used to the dynamic between the four of them, but after some time it was easy sharing love between the five of you guys and you wouldn't change anything about it.

The four of them love your hobbies and passions, when one of them saw your love for fashion the whole group needed to know. Now, the group has you picking out outfits for them and when a date is set up all of you are walking in with matching outfits to show your love for each other.

[enochscribbles]

Hello! If your requests are open, can I please have a matchup with a male character from Genshin Impact?

My name’s Rachel, I’m 18, and pronouns are she/her. My zodiac sign is Taurus and I’m an INFP! I have dark brown hair that I usually keep cut a little past my shoulders and I have brown eyes. I’m 5’7 and have freckles across my cheeks, as well as a few moles (I also have very prominent dark circles under my eyes..). 

I’m definitely a more introverted person, I’m very shy when I’m talking to people I don’t know, and I tend to avoid conversation as much as possible. However, if I get to know someone, I can be very talkative and cheery! I’m a very creative person and have a big imagination. I can also be very stubborn, and I don’t really like to admit that I’m wrong. 

I have a lot of hobbies, and I really enjoy trying out new things! I have a passion for baking, and I try to bake something new at least once a month. I’m also very into figure skating! I’ve been skating for 12 years, and its something im very passionate about. Some other various hobbies of mine include calligraphy, and digital art. My personal style is a kind of mix between softie and angelcore. I love clothes that are pink, ruffly or have some sort of lace on them. Some things I like include, pretty perfume bottles, flowers, and jewelry I have a huge sweet tooth, so I also really like desserts. I have a very strong dislike for bugs and I also hate seafood.

I hope that’s good, Thank you so much!

Hi! They are, I should really put that somewhere. Thanks for the request.

I’d match you with Kamisato Ayato!

The head of the Yashiro Commission is refined, perceptive and resourceful, and I think, a really good match

He’d immediately pick up that you preferred to avoid conversation, and would do his best to navigate social situations so you didn’t have to talk if you didn’t want to

That said, he’d listen to you talking if you wanted to, finding you interesting, and he’d like how refreshing it can be to talk to someone so cheery

This might be surprising, but he strikes me as a bit of a dreamer, or someone who reads a lot, saying his vision is “happiest in his possession” and commenting “oh, to have been a fly on the wall”, hearing about an interesting event. So, I think you’d get on, having a big imagination

He has some respect for your stubbornness, buut would also probably advise some flexibility (though does appreciate that firmness is a similarity between you)

Likes to try new things alongside you – he’s mentioned that variety is the spice of life, after all

Ayato would likely try to rope you into learning the art of the sword, given that you’re willing to try new hobbies – he’d be a gentle teacher and it’s something he knows back to front, but if you’d prefer to avoid that, no worries, calligraphy is a pastime you share, or you could simply take a walk

Modern au Ayato seems like he could be an ice skater…either way, he’d absolutely at least have knowledge of figure skating and he’d be starry-eyed watching you

Despite saying he doesn’t have a personal food preference, he seems to have a sweet tooth too, especially considering the boba tea

Honestly, his aesthetic feels fairly similar to yours as well, surprisingly kinda soft and not angelcore but very elegant

Would gift you perfume bottles and flowers, you’d likely just find the gifts somewhere with a carefully folded note attached

Aand he’d absolutely remember you not liking seafood, even if his own cooking leaves something to be desired

It’s cool how his character demo fills in a part of the Inazuma story imo so go watch it if you’re unfamiliar with his character at all

[raajasii]

i love birds so fucking much which is also why i love soma asman kadar

[angrythingstarlight]

as much as ab riding is great, let’s talk thigh riding with bucky😌

Imagine if you will. NSFW

Bucky has an early morning meeting, you didn't know why he asked you to join him until you walked into the office and saw Steve Rogers standing by the window.

The room aglow in soft pinks and golden rays from the rising sun. You shly greet him and avoid his knowing eyes while you pad to the front of the hand-carved French doors overlooking the patio. You're wearing Bucky's blue button-down shirt, the one that matches his eyes, and a pair of ruffly pink panties that barely cover your ass.

Bucky never likes when you wear clothes in the mansion. Judging by the low groan from Steve, you know he shares the sentiment.

Buckys oldest friend and deadliest rival strolls behind you. Too close for comfort yet you can deny the growing throb in your cunt when you inhale his light cologne, the masculine scent wafting off him when he leans over, placing his chin on your shoulder.

"You know you should have been mine." He whispers. His hands moving around the curve of your waist. "Still could be. Say the word and I'm yours. "

Bucky saunters in the room, his presence making you weak. His observant eyes flit to Steve's hands on you and he coldly smirks. He says nothing while he walks to his leather chair.

The silence is unnerving and you can't stand it. Buckys never this quiet.

You inch away from Steve, worried eyes bouncing between the two rivals. "Bucky I didnt-"

Bucky blinks, unhurried and calm, his gaze on Steve. "I once gutted a man because he touched my car." He remarks so casually you would think he was referring to the weather.

He gestures for you to come to him. The corner of his lip lifting when you scurry past Steve. You step around his desk and stand between his legs. "I didn't even care for it. Piece of shit kept breaking down. "

You hear rustling behind you as Steve sits on the couch facing Bucky’s desk. He moves you over his thick thigh. Fingers dip under your panties, his fiery blue eyes snapping up to you when he finds your slick folds. We're going to talk about this later.

He brings you down to his thigh. His eyes soften when you gasp at the friction between your legs. Ringed hands gripping your waist, guiding your body over him. He knows exactly what you like and he's going to prove it right now.

Thick solid muscles and tendons brushing your swollen clit, your core clenching down with each circle of your hips.

You cling to his shoulder unable to hold back the wanton moans and sighs, the onslaught of sensations making you lose control until you're bouncing over his thigh.

Bucky grunts softly when you grab a fistful of his hair. "She's the most important thing in my life. The only one stopping me from burning this city to the ground."

"Thats it princess, you're doing so good, such a good girl for daddy." Bucky says when you fling your head back, a wild strangled cry escaping your lips after he flexes his thigh.

"So just think of how badly I'll fuck up anyone who touches the one beautiful thing in my life."

Steve shifts on the couch, his cock aching for you, jealousy darkening his eyes as he watches you come apart. Bucky should have never let him hear those pretty sounds you make. You're better than he dreamed. He's going to have you.

Bucky murmurs in your ear, his name ringing out when you shatter over his thigh. The sounds searing themselves into Steve's mind.

"Let's discuss business, Buck." His voice sharp with ire. No matter what he has to do, he's going to have you.

Bucky nods his head. "Of course Steve." He retorts smugly, rubbing his hand over your back.

He takes your chin in his hand. "Princess, how about you warm my cock while me and Steve talk." He's showing his power, over you and Steve and it's making you even wetter than before.

And Bucky knows it.

You feel the weight of Steve's gaze on you, your neck prickling from the heat of it. Unable to stop yourself, you turn your head. What you see in his blue eyes sends a shiver down your back.

[billysgirllol]

“i did have a dolly, her hair was made out of yarn cause of course there wasn’t any means for a real doll even if we wanted one. it was one of the things that got left behind when our covey got pushed out of our last home by peacekeepers. all i have left of childhood toys is my mama’s bear she made for me, over yonder. sittin’ on the bed with a missin’ arm. reva blue the rainbow bear, or probably should be rainy bear now since she must not feel so fun anymore with no arm.” lucy gray frowns, “reva blue is her birth name, though. reva means rain and blue because rainbows start in bluer skies after the rain.” giving a little explanation, the bear is light brown with quilted rainbow ruffles sewed into her waist with a purple heart sewn onto her left foot, a yellow heart sewn into her right foot. her rainbow skirt is in better shape than hers, even if she’s took some wear and tear of her own with that missing arm. lucy gray thinks how she feels a lot like that bear, still trying to be colorful in these conditions because that’s the type of person she was born by heart as — staying relentlessly optimistic, but slowly officially losing her light. wearing her rainbow but becoming torn apart. “nice knowin’ how terribly biased an’ judgmental she is.” really— she’s shocked why coriolanus was even enamored by her for a few seconds. or how. since, she would figure he’s exactly like his grandma’am. thinks anyone other than capitol is the only worthy people in his mind. her mind is puzzled he could find anything attractive about her at all, since she feels like she should have been horribly ugly to him. how could he fake starry eyes and exchange kisses with her if he thought she was gross? but she should have been gross to him so her mind is burning trying to understand him even more. “of course. but one passed when i was younger and then the other i had that was livin’…i’m not sure anymore. we moved so often, but mamaw couldn’t just pick up and leave, so she stayed. i’m not sure if she somehow still might be there or she got rooted out too. or somethin’ else.” she could have died by now, that was a few years ago now. either way, the loss of so many family members weighs down heavily never knowing their fates. “well, that’s how people get you vulnerable. they pretend to fix things an’ be nice, but they can have killer motives behind it all.” lucy gray points out, placing the knife down on the bed while other hand is pulling loose the strings on her corset. “that’s interestin’.” thinking out loud, meaning his new name. william henry bonney. opening the door on the closet filled with pans and other miscellaneous things, she uses it as a cover. tugging the corset off, her long sleeve and then the ruffly multi colored skirt— throwing each of the pieces onto the bed. her hands dip down in her bag and pull out a soft lavender colored skirt and a white long sleeve with floral and butterflies on the front of the collar where it ties in the front and a tiny bow hangs down. wobbly legs step into the light purple skirt, feeling dangerously lightheaded before tugging on the shirt. closing the closet door back, she leaves her arms hanging out of the shirt, sleeves loosely hanging at her sides.

billy… brows creased at the familiarity. did he or dr gaul purposely choose the name billy to be even more twisted? she’s staring over at him like he fully offended her alone just by his name: billy. of course he offends her, because he must have remembered billy taupe. “there’s a scrape on my shoulder from tree limbs getting a hold of me takin’ it’s time healin’. and then there’s one like it on my leg, from scrapin’ it on a rock.” reluctantly sitting back down in front of him with that same scowl still on her face as she keeps dwelling on this name billy, there are scatters of bruises and cuts on her shoulders now that they’re bare not just the one she’s sugar coating on her left shoulder just because it’s a little more significantly different in size. the biggest though, is on on the inside of her upper leg where her knees meet. the second one that’s actually getting potential to set up for infection. moving her skirt until it’s bunched up in her lap, revealing the icky red scrape on her left leg starting above her knee and ending somewhere down the inner part of her upper leg.

“right.” because he’s not somehow coriolanus himself, mhm. if he was the type of person to play dolls with their bigger cousin or sibling, then he’d be an entirely different person. “if you’re somehow not coriolanus… then yes, coriolanus, you mentioned havin’ a sibling once. right before the games, you told me when we were learnin’ about each other.” lucy gray answers, helping lifting her foot up. this isn’t very coriolanus either… helping her like this. once, he did— when he used to wipe her tears and he used to call her his sweet. but all of that could’ve and must’ve been just a game. and this nice act— doesn’t mean dr. gaul couldn’t programmed him to make him nicer just to get her to fall for his trap. “good question.” on how to really believe he’s his own very different person. “probably so, since she definitely didn’t like me.” and the reminder of his mother is terribly sad, but it’s no excuse for him turning out callous and a murderer like he has. “we’ll see, if you ain’t tryin’ to kill me then maybe you aren’t him.” even if so, he could be waiting for the perfect time to retry it all over again. “what’s your name then?” questioning as she shows a little sign of discomfort at the blisters burning until they settle at the feeling of the medicine doing it’s job. her feet, once covered in socks, feel better than they have in a long time. “thanks…” whether he’s doing it genuinely or not, she’s still thankful for relief from the discomfort on her feet. “alright. i’ll get up now, first. change into a comfier skirt and shirt then i’ll show you the cuts.” it’ll be easier without all the ruffles in the way and her corset is restraining from pulling her sleeves down. scooting off the chair, she stands up and makes her way to picking up that skirt and shirt.

[jawbonemotif]

shout out to @mayeetjim and @gardenergulfie for making what has to be the most important thing on earth to me

[image description: a digital drawing of sunspot, flain, and sir finley from the unnamed dnd campaign. sunny is on the far left. he's a small tiefling with yellow skin, longish red hair and curly horns. he's wearing a black vest with intricate embroidery. he's looking at the other two and smiling. he's holding onto flain's arm. flain is a tall floran with willow-like hair. he's wearing a very low neck black shirt and a dark grey vest and grey pants. he's looking to the side with a soft grin. on his other side is finley, a white persian tabaxi in a ruffly grey shirt and red jacket and pants. she's rolling her eyes and sneering at something, but he looks like he's smiling. the background is pale pink with a rose stamp repeating behind the characters. end id]

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Not me drawing Aris and my MC for @spider-lilies-if ...

I dunno, I just wanted to draw best dad being soft with his child. I don't have a name yet for this MC but knowing me she'll get a weird name like my Harbinger in fell star LOL

I'm like all these mangaka that use weird names for their characters like random items or English words anyone else got flashbacks to bra and trunks

But I kinda love that shit, especially in fantasy settings LOL

Anyways, here's Aris and his still unnamed daughter (also little Aris chibi with a ponytail because I thought "Aris with ponytail? Yes, good...")

Also, if it's possible I want my MC to love the colors red and gold because "Dad got beautiful red hair and golden eyes" (am I soft for Aris and MC? Maybe. )

Oh and don't mind me drawing the mofumofu ruffly thing off his like that, I have no idea what I was going for LOL

[mehidktbh]

OMG!

I loved the one you did for Bo with the reader coming home late from work, it was amazing. You described Bo and his brothers so good 💕

Im begging for a part 2!! 🛐

Pairing: Bo Sinclair x Gender Netural!Reader

A/N: Omg hehe, I laughed reading that!Thank you so much for the positive feedback, I am so grateful for it! I actually enjoyed writing this one and nearly got it done in an hour. I'm so proud of myself

Warning: Swearing and a few sexual mentions (only if you squint)

You shifted and turned around, the alarm on your phone awakening you from your slumber. The sunlight blinded you as you rose from your bed, a soft sigh leaving you as you rubbed your eyes looking over to see your boyfriend sleeping peacefully.

This snoring was disturbing and loud but that night it seemed more peaceful and you were happy you got a goodnight rest, after all, it was Friday and you were dreading getting up and going to work today but the thought of the weekends motivated you. Every weekend was either spend sleeping, cooking, cleaning or helping around town with your boyfriend.

You threw the covers off yourself, tucking them back into Bo's sleeping figure as you headed to the bathroom. Turned on the shower and got the room nice and steamy, all while you were half asleep as the warmth captivated you.

Stepping put out of the shower, you did your hair, put a little bit of makeup on. You at least want to make an impression, and finally got your work clothes on, closing the door behind you, you were met with Bo rubbing his hair and looking smug as ever. "Were ya' off to, darlin'" "Work, you know that" You chuckle, some times you felt as if Bo exaggerated everything just to annoy you or get you to explain everything, that you were sure he already knew.

He groans, standing up and coming over to you, wrapping his big, muscular arms around your waist leaning into your neck. "I told ya' you don't have to work" You rolled your eyes "I keep an' roof over ya' head and food on the table" His expression changed, he seemed angry and really trying to get his point across "Yeah, but I like to at least get out of this lonesome town every once and a while".

He smirks, "Really? well, why didn't ya' ask me beforehand" He squeezes your butt "I know a lot of places that I would love to take ya'" You scoff playfully, "Hmm, maybe" He leans in kissing you ruffly, biting down on your bottom lip. You pull away before things get out of hand or he leaves a bruise.

♡ ♡ ♡

"So are we still on tonight, hun?" He says as you throw your bag on the front seat of your car before closing the door "I mean if my boss lets me leave early then, yes" He has a scowl on his face, just the mention of your shitty boss gets him all angry and ready to beat the shit out of him. Bo knows mostly everything about your boss from the way he overworks you, to his consent calls to either your cell phone or house phone.

Whenever your boss can't get you on the cellphone, he calls up the house phone leaving tons of voice messages that either the brothers walk upon. Whenever Bo hears the ringing he swears he wants to smash the phone and your boss, Bo also disconnects the house phone multiple times. Even going as far as hiding your phone, just going his time with you isn't interrupted.

Bo could go on and on, about how many times your boss has called you in times where Bo and you were having some time together. Such as cuddling, sleeping, cooking, watching TV. Sometimes even during intimate times! Though you'll answer most, sometimes Bo just gets you to ignore it or he just gently tosses your phone away, carrying on to whatever you were doing.

♡ ♡ ♡

"Alright I'm off," You say waving to Bo, he's been standing there staring at the ground for some time. Thinking about all the ways he could kill your boss-, you wrap your arms around his neck, pecking his lips, you know whenever you peck his lips it normally gets his attention and he always has to correct you by giving you a 'proper kiss' mostly consisting of ruff biting or mostly going to deep and passionate with it.

"If you ever need anythin', just give me a ring" You nod "Even if that means your fuckin' stupid boss" You laugh, but he seems to look into your eyes, his hands getting tighter around your waist. Wow, he really did mean "Okay, bye Beauregard" You laugh as you quickly got into your car and started to drive off, Bo always hated when you called him that even if it was his name, he always hated it. You drove out of town leaving dirt flying and the rocks crunching under the car, looking back in the side mirror you could see Bo. He was standing there, arms crossed and giving you another of his smirks. You were definitely going to pay for calling him that

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“magnus. don’t let them forget me, magnus.”

[(content warning for descriptions of gore) image ID: a digital drawing of johann from the adventure zone: balance. he is the ghost of a half-elf man with brown skin, curly black hair, and dark brown eyes. he is wearing a white ruffly shirt, a red vest, purple pants, tall gray boots, a multicolored hat, and his bureau of balance bracer. he is standing in front of his body, which is lying facedown in a pool of blood. a small harp lays next to him, smashed into pieces. johann’s ghost is on the ethereal plane, so the background is shown in shades of black and white. his form emits a soft glow that colors small sections of the background. end ID.]

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

Hunter NSFW headcannons bc yes

Guys make request plz

Also involes 18+ content

-here we go-

-Trying to find a spot in silence first- someones always calling on him as leader

-when you both do find a quiet spot- you get lucky if no one still finds the both of you

-loves- and I mean loves getting his hair pulled,especially if you pull him into a passionate kiss

-speaking of passionate, sex- dude its off the charts amazing

-slight authority kink

-okay maybe major authority kink

-surprisingly loves to be bottom

-but to be honest hes a total switch, just depends on his mood and yours

-loves when you spuirt while hes fucking you, even thrusting in you during your high making you moan extra loud for him

-you two don't get alone time often before, but now that Omega's with you its even a smaller amount of time

-quickys are common between you two

-quickys usually consist of fucking you till you both cum, him eating you out you give a blow job or intense hand jobs and fingering

-base line is you both make sure you pleasure the other still

-Hunter doesnt hate Quickies completely- he enjoys making you feel good but feels as if hes just using you no matter how many times you tell him hes not

-when you and him had a side mission just the two of you, you couldn't imagine the mind blowing sex, by the end of the mission you had fucked everywhere on that small ship

-Loves when you scream for him

-doggy style is one of his favorite postions, along with you sitting on his face, and no not 69, just you sitting on his face while he ate you out.

-you make his heightened sense go crazy, making his orgasims that much more impact full

-his headband is used as a blindfold for either you or him

-who needs Toys when you have each other

-you love deep throating him, and hearing his groans and moans from you pleasuring him,

-you also like his soft "careful now" Everytime you do suck him off because he makes known he cares about you rather than just fucking you, you do the same but with Hunters breathing, telling him to calm down softly from his highs

-cums on your folds rather than inside your pussy, unless asked fo but dont get misleaded, he fucking Loves cumming in your tight cunt

-in your bent over doggy style or any varation of it, if he's allowed to cum in you he'll grab your ass ruffly and spank you, giving a few more soft thrust making sure you're stuff to the brim

-he loves seeing you leaking with his cum, you collecting it with your fingers and pushing it back in, just for the rest of it that stayed deep in your cunt to leak onto your fingers.

-when you beg for him to cum more than onces in you except so CRAZY ass sex.

-can even get kinky after cumming in you, and saying stuff like "I fucked you, I came in deep in you tight cunt, you're mine now. Aren't you? Answer me now or I'll fuck the answer out of you."

-hes not actually that possessive of you, sure he gets jealous but he knows hes the only one your fuckin

-both you guys take risk when having sex, trying out new things to surpise the other like being overly possessive, or spanking for the first time

-yoy guys have safe words in-case you're uncomfortable or not feeling right because you both like to surpise the other, but you never have to use them because you both watch each others emotions intensely and can see when the other is uncomfortable