#idk what possessed me to draw a response to this

[eternadreeblissa]

I adore Ava! I see @gliphyartfan always reblogging your art and I HAVE to know more about this cutie.

What’s she like? What’s her story? What’s her angle?

On a scale of one to incalculable, how precious will she become to me?

Hi anon sorry for late reply—

@gliphyartfan @cheruberri

[pointyfruit]

Is this anything?

PSA:

“Asexuality” is a sexual orientation describing little to no sexual attraction

“Ayyyyy, sexuality!” is a guy at a bar imitating Chandler from Friends while talking about sexuality

“Aye, sexuality,” is a pirate giving his kids ‘the talk’

learn and know the difference!

[pearlymel]

Closer

Pairings: Veritas Ratio x fem!reader

Synopsis: kissing your boyfriend for the first time turned to a makeout session. (Suggestive towards the end)

Wc: 1.5k

⊰⊹ฺnotes: idk what possessed me to write this but i think abt kissing ratio stupid atleast 69 times a day.

Amidst the hushed comfortable space and flickering candles in the living room, Veritas Ratio rests serenely on the sofa with his legs crossed as he holds a book he occupies himself with, reading it silently and carefully, focusing on each word with absolute preoccupation before he feels the empty space next to him sink with a familiar figure.

He hums in acknowledgement at your presence, although his eyes still not prying away from the book.

But then Veritas feels like his brain went short circuit for a brief second when he felt you leaning ever so closely to him on the couch. Your hands drawing closer and closer until your fingers slowly start intertwining with his, and he accepts it. Naturally. It's just holding hands with his partner.

But then you move closer to him, thighs already making contact, and how he is certain you want something from him. So he diverts his eyes away from the book, giving you a quick glance of his eyebrow raised and you just smile innocently in return. He blinks twice before returning back to the book.

Maybe you just wanted his attention as usual, perhaps tell him about your day or--Oh, but then your other unoccupied hand takes his chin with your thumb and index, turning his head back towards your attention.

He's surprised, looking at you with his eyebrows furrowing and before he could ask, you beat him to it.

"Y'know we've been dating for quite a while. Right, Veritas?" You mutter his name oh so softly that when it reaches his ears, his heart begins beating a tad bit faster than usual.

You start caressing his cheek, your thumb brushing over the apples of his cheek before sliding it down to his lower lip while you study his tensed expression that slowly starts relaxing.

Ratio's eyes flutter shut as you caress his cheek, his mouth trembles underneath the gentle, languid touch of your fingers against his lips, betraying a subtle shiver of desire he can scarcely suppress.

Finally opening his eyes to meet yours, a touch of vulnerability is faintly detectable in his gaze, a display of uncertainty that he hurriedly conceals behind a half-lidded gaze.

"Yes..." Ratio responds quietly. "...We have."

"And you know how much i like you," you carry on, eyes no longer focused on his gaze but instead watching at the way his lips part slightly.

Ratio's gaze darkens as you fixate on his lips, his breath hitching slightly in response.

"I am aware," he murmured quietly, the corners of his mouth twitching faintly as he attempted to maintain his composed façade.

You can't find anything more to say because you are so focused on the shape of his lips, studying every breath he takes that only makes your lips curl.

Your eyes find his again, leaning in further, your keen eyes searching for his consent.

Ratio's usual self-assuredness returns, a sly flicker in his eyes as he gives a slight nod, consenting to your silent question.

You tilt your head, eyes focusing on his lips before closing them when your lips press together for the first time, testing the waters of the kiss, trying to hesitantly feel your lips together.

There is a flicker of surprise in his eyes, his composure momentarily faltering as he leans into the kiss. Ratio's lips mold against yours, hesitant and testing at first, a slow and languid movement as he explores the feeling of your lips on his.

You squeeze his hand nervously that was still interlaced with yours. After all, it was you who tried initiating the kiss on a random evening.

A soft exhale escapes his lips against yours, the book long forgotten as it drops from his hand and to the ground with a thid thay both of you don't seem to care about. His now free hand moves to cup your jaw with gentleness, yet the touch also firm.

You feel encouraged at the touch, it makes your shoulders relax, allowing yourself to melt into this first shared kiss.

He senses the change in your body, the tension leaving your frame and being replaced by a gentle surrender. Emboldened by this, he deepens the kiss, his hand on your jaw moving up to hold the back of your neck, firm yet gentle. Guiding you even closer to him.

You were caught off guard by the sudden eagerness. Your blood was quick to rush through your face, reaching to your ears before both of your part with a deep breath.

You give him slightly wide eyes, his half-lidded eyes dropping back to your lips. And just when you thought the kiss has ended, he brings his hand back to your jaw, his thumb now imitating your previous actions, brushing against your lips before parting them gently.

You pray that he doesn't notice just how red your cheeks have gotten.

Veritas was quick to take advantage of your parted lips, his tongue delving into your mouth with deliberate intent, his hand slithering it's way back to the back of your neck.

The air around you thickens with a charge of electricity, his breathing becoming more ragged as the kiss heats up, a low, guttural sound emanates from deep in his throat, his fingers curling into your hair, their grip firm though not painful. Veritas's usual composure is discarded, replaced by a passionate fervour to which you welcomed, arms wrapping around his shoulders for further closeness between them.

He responds to your action with a low groan, his hand that was holding yours now snaking around your waist, the kiss deepens further, his tongue sliding against yours in a sensual dance, his body practically trembling with raw and unbridled hunger. His lips moving more urgently against yours to which a soft gasp escapes from you when he confidently pulls you to straddle his lap, your lips pulling away from his with flushed cheeks.

"I didn't mean--we can go slow--" you stammer, but you are met with eyes dark, full of desire as he gently maneuvers you into his lap, a shiver of excitement coursing through him at your proximity. He tightens his grip on your waist, holding you firmly in place, his muscles taut with tension as he fights to restrain himself.

"How come we've never kissed before? Is it that you're perhaps nervous because of me?" You manage to tease. Chuckling quietly as you looked down at him, admiring the way he was panting softly. His cheeks flush slightly, embarrassed that his earlier vulnerability is now made known.

"I was not nervous," your beloved protests, though the slight shakiness in his voice betrays him, though your hands now caresse his cheeks before leaning in to pepper soft pecks on his face.

"I was just... careful. I didn't want to overwhelm you."

"Would you like to kiss me again?"

He snaps his eyes back at yours in response, his eyes darkening with a primal want as he gazes up at you.

"I would be an idiot to say no," he replies, his voice low and tinged with hunger. "I want to kiss you more. I want to kiss you until you can hardly breathe. I want the feel of you, the taste of you. I want you." His fingers grip your thighs, their grip tight as he struggles to restrain himself, while your breath is caught in your throat when you sense that hunger in the tone of his voice. One unfamiliar but you can get used to.

You instantly crash your lips eagerly against his this time, and he responds to the kiss with a ferocity that borders on desperation, his lips moving against yours with a frenzied and unrestrained desire as he pushes his tongue inside your mouth, his teeth nipping at your lower lip in a silent command for more.

And you respond by slowly grinding your hips further into his lap, a guttural groan rumbling in his chest at the slow grind, and it was enough for him to break the kiss momentarily, gasping for breath as he looks up at you with dark and dilated pupils.

"Do you have any idea," Ratio grits out between clenched teeth, his voice deep and strained, "what you're doing to me right now?"

Before you could even get the chance to answer, his lips find the sensitive skin of your neck, teeth grazing the soft skin and sucking on the flesh there as he attempts to regain his composure. A soft moan emits from your throat as your hips find a slow pace of grinding against his clothed cock that you could've sworn you felt it throb and twitch under the fabrics of his pants before he firmly and tightly grasped your hips to halt your any other sorts of movements.

"Don't start something you can't finish." He gives you a sharp look and your lips curl upwards in return.

"Who said i wanted to stop, doctor?"

(doctor, you're huge-!)

[rileyslibrary]

may i request ghost seeing reader making something (maybe a get well soon card or a papercrane or sth idk) and then someone accidentally ruining it? like how would he react? what would he do next etc

doesnt have to be a fic if you decide to write it, could be bulletpoints or something ez🥰🥰

thankyouu🥺✨

I love getting requests like this one; thank you @lululandd! Also, there’s a very important A/N at the end, so meet me there. Buh-bye for now, enjoy! 🍫

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Price got hurt. It was a terrible hit, and everything happened so fast. You were there, at the crime scene, as everything unfolded right before your very eyes.

His injury, however, wasn’t the result of a mission gone wrong; no. Some idiot forgot to put the warning sign on the wet floor, which caused the poor man to fly into the air and crash to the floor.

The good news is that he's recovering quickly and is now being held at the medical centre until he's ready to be released.

The bad news? Without a captain to guide the team, there was no mission to undergo. And, without a mission, none of you had a clear direction or purpose, leaving you all floating in a sea of mundane tasks and boredom. So, for the past few days, you and the rest of the team have been doing mind-numbing chores ranging from scrubbing the kitchen’s greasy ovens to meticulously organising the cluttered armoury.

While Soap and Gaz are on patrol, you and Ghost are taking a break in the mess hall. He’s cleaning his gun by disassembling it and wiping all its metal components with an alcohol solution. You sit across from him, working on a different kind of project: making a get-well-soon card for Price.

Last night, you snuck into HR’s office and “borrowed” some supplies to help you with your craft: a piece of white paper from the printer, some markers, and a pot of blue-coloured glitter dust you found in one of the drawers. It was a mystery as to why the military’s Human Resources department possessed glitter. Still, it will undoubtedly prove helpful with your "crafty" mission.

You also went to the doctor and requested some “normal-sized” bandages to help with your secret project. The doctor leaned back in his chair, raising one eyebrow. He asked why you wanted the bandages, but you were so vague with your answer that he became suspicious of you. So he pulled his desk’s drawer and gave you one fucking bandage—just one. So you had to make it count.

You folded the white paper in half and carefully attached the bandage horizontally to create the outline of Price’s body. The only thing left is to paint his face on the bandage and draw a hospital bed underneath it. That, and getting the team together to write some kind messages on the card.

Ghost looks at you every now and then, mildly intrigued by your artistic creation. You catch his eye, and he quickly turns away.

“Do you like it?” you ask.

“It’s a bandage on a piece of paper,” he says, shrugging. “What is there to like?”

“It’s not just a bandage on a piece of paper,” you explain and gesture to the figure on the paper; “it’s supposed to be Price lying in his hospital bed, recovering.”

His response comes in the form of a lengthy, dismissive snort. He points to the glitter pot in front of you.

“Why the glitter?” he asks.

“It’s for the bedsheets,” you murmur.

“I didn’t know they transferred Price to a love hotel,” he mocks, turning away from you to resume his task. You roll your eyes in response and shift your focus to your craft. This is the same guy you’ll later ask to write a few pleasant words on that card. Fun stuff.

You can still feel his gaze on you as you work on the captain’s card. Despite his best efforts to appear apathetic, you notice him leaning in slightly, pretending to stretch or yawn while sneaking peeks at your project. His body language betrays him; even though he tries to be tough and keep up the act, you know that deep down, he’s a huge softie who can’t resist a heartfelt gesture. He coughs, pretending to clear his throat, and you stifle a laugh at his failed attempt to seem disinterested. You roll your eyes and slam your hand on the table.

“What’s your problem, Lieutenant?” you ask with an amused smirk on your lips.

“I just don’t understand,” he says as he wipes the gun barrel. “Why bother making a card from scratch when you can buy one?”

“Because it’s more meaningful,” you explain. “When you take the time to create something yourself, it shows that you care. It’s not a generic card; it’s a heartfelt statement.”

He lets out a sarcastic scoff.

“I’d do the same thing for you, you know.” You whisper.

He puts down his rifle and looks at you. “You would?” He asks, surprised.

You nod. “Of course, I would,” you reply, “but let’s hope it doesn’t come to that; I’d rather you stay injury-free.”

He chuckles and turns to look at the mess hall doors as they open, with Soap and Gaz carrying a large box and approaching you both.

They slam the box on the table without assessing its weight, causing the entire surface to shake. The impact knocks Ghost’s alcohol solution over, spilling it all over the table and, even worse, all over your hand-made card.

Your heart sinks to your stomach as you helplessly watch the liquid soak into the card, smudging the ink and warping the paper. Ghost throws the gun on the table and grabs your card as quickly as he can. Soap curses under his breath, and Gaz grabs some paper towels from another table, attempting to rescue anything he can. But it’s too late; the damage is done.

You look up to see Ghost standing there, pinching your card between his fingers.

He is livid.

“What the fucking fucking shit, sergeants?” He murmurs.

“Apologies,” Soap replies, utterly unaware of what he’s done, “Hope we didn’t ruin anything important.”

“This,” Ghost says quietly as he raises the destroyed card, “was a get-well-soon card for Price.”

“Sorry guys,” Gaz apologises as he wipes the table off. “Soap and I will go buy another o-”

“SHE MADE THIS!” Ghost yells at him, “SHE MADE THIS WITH HER OWN HANDS!”

Soap furrows his brow. “Why would you make a card when you can buy one?” he wonders.

Ghost slaps his thigh, muttering profanities under his breath. You try to convince him that it’s alright and that a store-bought card will do just fine, but he cuts you off and looks at the sergeants.

“Why make a card instead of just buying one?” He asks and brings the tips of his fingers together, waving his hand back and forth in front of the two sergeants. “Because a hand-made card is more meaningful and personal than buying a generic one, you dimwits,” he lectures them and turns to you.

“Can you make another one, Y/N?” He asks softly.

You lower your head to the ground. “I’m afraid I’ve run out of banda-”

“SHE DOESN’T HAVE ANY MORE BANDAGES, YA PRICKS!”

“And I had only one sheet of paper.”

“AND SHE HAD ONL-” he pauses. “How come you only got one sheet?” He asks, and you explain that you weren’t supposed to be on the HR premises, so you had to act quickly. Ghost lets out a deep sigh as he looks at the ruined card.

“Sergeant Mactavish, go get a few sheets of paper from my office,” he instructs before turning to Gaz. “Sergeant Garrick,” he orders, “go to the medic; tell him that your new boots have caused blisters on your feet, and you need a few bandages to patch them up.”

They both nod and leave to go fetch your supplies. Ghost turns to you and crumbles your—already—destroyed card.

“Don’t be sad, kid,” he comforts you, “I’ll help you make another one.”

“Really, Lt.?” You ask, grinning.

“Damn right I will,” he says as he takes off his gloves, “and it’ll have bandages and bedsheets full of fucking glitter and everything nice on it.”

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A/N: The card was inspired by this tutorial from Jennie Moraitis; all credit goes to her. Here’s a picture of the card from her website!

[rosyrosethings]

Man Eater/Siren Y/n.

Y/n is a the girl every man desires and Harry can't resist her.

Disclaimer: I feel like a lot of writers make Y/n a little insecure girl and I know everyone has insecurities. But idk about yall but I feel like the I can have any man I want(sometimes) so I really enjoyed writing this. Hope you guys like it.

Warning: smut, cheating, sub harry, dom reader

4.5k words

Harry stood by the drink table, swirling the ice in his glass as he half-listened to Dan go on about his latest project. His mind was elsewhere, drifting back to Jane, who had opted to stay behind, nursing a cold. She'd insisted he go without her, to enjoy Mitch's birthday, to relax.

But relaxing had been impossible the moment he felt it—her presence. His body had sensed Y/N before his eyes had. A wave of heat and energy swept over him, tightening his chest, and without even thinking, he glanced toward the entrance.

There she was.

The woman he thought he had moved on from, the one who could ensnare any man with just a look—Y/N. Her dark skin seemed to shimmer under the dim party lights, her long legs accentuated by a dangerously short skirt. Her hair cascaded effortlessly down her back, swaying as she moved through the room, her smile dazzling as she greeted familiar faces.

"Harry? You okay, mate?" Dan’s voice snapped him out of his trance.

Harry blinked, turning his head sharply. "What?"

Dan chuckled, following Harry's gaze. "Oh, yeah... beautiful, isn't she?" That was the effect she had on men. Sometimes Harry wished he never met her. The power she held over him was unreal. Even Dan calling her beautiful had him feeling a bit possessive   

Harry gritted his teeth, feeling his heart race as Y/N hugged and mingled with the guests. Her laugh floated through the air, and Harry swore he could feel it wrapping around him like a spell.

"Excuse me," Harry muttered to Dan before heading for the bathroom. He locked the door behind him and leaned against the sink, gripping the porcelain edges tightly. His reflection stared back at him, his jaw clenched. Get it together, Styles, he thought. Don’t let her lure you in again.

It had been months since they last saw each other, months since they last… messed around. He would text her, no response for hours even days but whenever she texted him. He would respond immediately. If she called for him he would jump.

Jane was everything stable, safe. But Y/N? She was wild, unpredictable. A siren, pulling him deeper whenever she was near.

He took a deep breath, splashing cold water on his face. He couldn't let himself get caught in her orbit again. Not tonight.

When he finally left the bathroom, the air felt charged, his skin tingling with anticipation. He weaved through the crowd, heading straight for Mitch. He needed something—anything—to distract him.

"Mitch, mate, happy birthday!" Harry exclaimed, clapping his friend on the shoulder.

"Thanks, man! Glad you made it," Mitch replied, smiling.

They chatted easily, Harry grateful for the reprieve, until—

“Happy Birthday, Mitchell!" a familiar voice cut through the conversation.

Harry froze.

He turned just in time to see Y/N wrapping her arms around Mitch in a tight hug, her voice sweet as honey. She was the only person who called him Mitchell, a nickname she'd coined ages ago. Mitch didn't seem to mind; in fact, his grin widened as he hugged her back.

"Thanks, Y/N," Mitch said with a chuckle, patting her on the back.

"I got your gift. It's over on the table," she said, pointing behind her. "Didn’t know where else to put it."

Mitch barely had time to respond before someone else called his name from across the room. "Sorry, guys," he said, excusing himself. Sending Harry a sympathetic look before walking away.

And then, it was just Harry and Y/N.

"Look who it is," Y/N said, her voice dripping with playful mischief, her eyes sparkling as she smiled at him.

Harry felt a lump form in his throat, her gaze drawing him in like it always did. She tilted her head slightly, as if daring him to speak.

But he couldn’t move. Not yet. The memories of their last night together—the heat, the tension, the way her touch lingered far longer than it should have—flooded his mind, clouding his judgment.

"Long time, no see," she said, stepping closer, her presence commanding all his attention.

Harry swallowed hard, trying to muster the willpower not to fall under her spell again. But the pull was undeniable. She was electric, like pure fire, and he, once again, was the moth drawn to her irresistible flame.

He forced a smirk, trying to seem casual despite the chaos swirling inside him. "Didn’t think I’d see you tonight. Thought you were off traveling."

She shrugged, her smile lazy and seductive, never wavering. "I was. But Mitch's birthday is special, you know? And besides… I always find my way back."

Her words lingered between them, heavy with a meaning he couldn’t ignore.

"Where’s that little girlfriend of yours?" she asked, her voice soft but pointed, her gaze locking onto his. Every time their eyes met, it was as though her power seeped into him, coiling around his thoughts. He could feel the familiar tug, the way she seemed to unravel him with just a glance.

So he looked away, pretending to scan the room.

"Jane couldn’t make it," Harry said, clearing his throat, the weight of her name like an anchor tethering him to some semblance of control. He hoped it would be enough to ground him.

Y/N’s smile faltered, but only for a fraction of a second, something darker flickering behind her eyes. She stepped closer, leaning in just enough for her voice to lower, teasing him. "Shame. I guess it’s just us, then."

His heart pounded, the sound of it deafening in his ears. He kept his eyes fixed on the crowd, avoiding her like he was running from a storm he couldn’t outrun.

"Uhh… so, how are things?" he asked, his voice dry and brittle. It was the only thing he could think to say, a flimsy attempt to steer the conversation away from dangerous waters.

"Things are okay," she replied softly, her tone suddenly casual, as if the tension between them hadn’t just spiked. "I’ve been around the world, but I think I’m staying put for a while."

There was something about the way she said it that made Harry’s stomach twist. He was about to respond when her voice dropped, the concern in it almost unnerving. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

Her question threw him off balance, her concern cutting through the haze in his mind. "Just a bit parched. I’m going to grab a drink," he muttered, stepping to the side, desperate to escape her gravitational pull.

But before he could slip away, her hand wrapped around his arm, firm but gentle. The touch was electric, sending a jolt through his body, forcing him to look at her. He met her eyes, and for a moment, he was lost all over again. Maybe a drink could help him relax.

"Can you bring me something, too?" she asked, her voice soft but commanding, her gaze locking him in place.

His breath hitched, his mind spinning. The look in her eyes was hypnotic, and no matter how much he tried to resist, he couldn’t pull away.

"Yea, I can do that." He said, his nerves getting the best of him. He made his way to Mitch kitchen. Quickly grabbing him some water to help deal with the tension he could feel building. He looked over to see look at her again. Seeing another man already talking to her. His jaw clenched it was no time wasted. It was always like this with Y/n. He could tell that the man was offering her a drink but she denied making eye contact with Harry who was already looking at her. He could see her implying that Harry was getting her a drink. Harry grabbed a glass filling his with scotch. Needing something strong to deal with this. Filling Y/n a can of lemonade. She hated the taste of alcohol. Pouring her lemonade in a cup so she gives off the appearance that she is drinking. Which is what she likes. Harry remembers every detail about her.

Harry made his way back to Y/n. Stepping beside the random man.

"Here you are love." He said with a smile handing her the drink. Adding the 'love' almost like he's claiming his territory. He knew he shouldn't be behaving this way. But he hated how attractive she was.

"Thank you Harry." She said with a smile. The guy looked between them. Taking a hint before walking away. Y/n didn't even notice too focused on her newest victim.

Y/N raised the cup to her lips, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she took a sip. Harry stood beside her, his pulse quickening as the man who had been lingering near her quickly took the hint and left. He wasn’t sure if it was the scotch in his hand or the tension that had been simmering all night, but he felt a surge of possessiveness he couldn’t shake.

"You didn’t have to scare him off, you know," she teased, glancing up at him through her lashes, her voice smooth and low.

Harry raised an eyebrow, forcing a nonchalant smirk. "Scare him off? I didn’t say a word."

"You didn’t have to." She leaned in just slightly, her eyes locking onto his, her lips barely brushing the rim of her cup. "It’s like you claimed me in front of him, Harry. Didn’t think you’d still care that much."

His grip tightened around his glass, his mind spinning as her words hung in the air. He took a sip of his drink, letting the burn of the scotch fuel his response. "I don’t care," he lied, his voice coming out rougher than he intended. "Just didn’t want you to get stuck with some guy who’s not worth your time."

She laughed softly, the sound sending a wave of heat through him. "Is that so? And here I thought I could handle myself." Her eyes sparkled with amusement, but there was something more beneath the surface, something that felt like a challenge.

Harry felt the tension building again, the same magnetic pull between them that he had been fighting all night. He knew he should walk away, keep his distance, but there was something about her that always drew him back in.

"Maybe you can," he said, his voice softer now, his gaze flicking down to her lips. "But it doesn’t hurt to have backup, does it?"

Y/N tilted her head, studying him with a look that made his heart race. "You offering to be my backup now?" she asked, her voice dropping lower, teasing. "I remember a time when you’d jump at the chance."

Harry swallowed, trying to steady himself. "Things change."

"Do they?" She stepped closer, her body brushing against his as she whispered, "Because it feels like nothing’s changed at all."

He felt the heat of her body, the scent of her perfume filling the space between them. His breath caught in his throat, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts, none of which involved Jane or any sense of control.

"You really should stop looking at me like that," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

"Like what?" Y/N asked, feigning innocence, but her eyes betrayed her. She knew exactly what she was doing, and Harry hated how good she was at it.

"Like you know exactly what’s going on in my head," he replied, his voice thick with tension. "Because I’m trying really hard not to—"

"Not to what?" she interrupted, stepping even closer until their faces were just inches apart.

"Not to fall for your game again," he admitted, his voice hushed, almost like a confession.

Y/N smiled, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of his collar. "Who says it's a game?" she whispered, her lips dangerously close to his ear. "Maybe I just missed you."

The words sent a shiver through him, and he couldn’t stop the way his body reacted. His hand instinctively reached out, brushing against her waist, pulling her closer. He was losing the fight, and he knew it.

"I don’t believe you," Harry said, his voice low, but even as the words left his mouth, they felt weak.

She laughed softly, a sound that felt like it wrapped around him, teasing him, pulling him in deeper. "Then don’t," she whispered, her lips brushing against his jaw. "But you’ll stay anyway. You always do."

Harry closed his eyes, his mind screaming at him to stop, to pull away, but he couldn’t. The way her body fit against his, the way her breath felt warm against his skin—it was all too much.

"You’re impossible," he muttered, his voice strained, but his hands were already on her, pulling her closer.

"You love it," she teased, her eyes flicking up to meet his, a challenge dancing in their depths.

For a moment, they stood there, the tension between them crackling like electricity, neither of them willing to break the spell. It was dangerous, playing with fire like this, but Harry couldn’t resist her. He never could.

"I should walk away," he said, though his hands remained firmly on her hips.

"Then why don’t you?" Y/N whispered, her voice sultry and daring as she leaned in, her lips barely brushing his.

Harry's breath hitched, the fire between them burning hotter by the second. He knew he should walk away, but the pull was too strong. "Because you won’t let me."

Y/N smiled, her fingers tangling in his hair as she closed the distance between them, her lips grazing his in a soft, tantalizing kiss. "Exactly," she whispered against his lips, and before he could think, he was kissing her back, their bodies melting into each other like they had been waiting for this moment all night.

The kiss was slow at first, testing the waters, but it quickly deepened, the heat between them rising as all the restraint he had been clinging to shattered. Harry’s hands roamed over her back, pulling her closer as if he couldn’t get enough of her, as if he needed her to breathe.

It was everything he had been trying to resist, and now that he had her in his arms, he didn’t want to stop.

"See?" Y/N murmured against his lips, her voice breathless and full of satisfaction. "I always find my way back."

Harry’s phone buzzed in his pocket, the vibration cutting through the haze of desire that clouded his mind. He broke away from Y/N, breathless, blinking as though he’d just woken from a dream. The air between them still crackled with tension, but the sudden intrusion of reality jolted him back. He glanced down at the screen.

It was Jane.

His heart raced for a different reason now. Guilt settled in his chest as he quickly looked around the room to see if anyone had noticed. But no one was paying attention. The room hummed with casual conversation, and he realized they had tucked themselves into a corner, mostly hidden from view.

"Hold on" he muttered to Y/N, his voice low, his throat tight. He stepped away from her, feeling the weight of her gaze on his back as he moved toward the hallway just outside the bathroom.

He answered the call, forcing his voice to sound steady. "Hey, Jane."

"Hey, baby," Jane’s voice was soft, concerned. "Are you okay? I was just checking in. It’s getting late."

Harry ran a hand through his hair, his pulse still racing. He leaned against the wall, trying to gather himself. "Yeah, I’m fine," he replied, his voice calm despite the chaos swirling in his mind. "I should be home soon."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Harry could feel Y/N’s presence even before he saw her. She had followed him into the hallway, her steps slow and deliberate. His back stiffened, but he didn’t turn around. Not yet. He could hear Jane asking something, but his mind was already distracted.

Y/N didn’t wait for an invitation. She stepped closer, her breath warm against his neck, her fingers grazing the back of his shirt. Harry’s entire body tensed, but before he could react, her lips found his skin, pressing soft, teasing kisses along the side of his neck.

Harry’s grip tightened around the phone, his voice nearly cracking as he tried to focus. "Yeah… I’m still at Mitch’s. Just... just saying goodbye." His words were hurried, clipped, but he tried to keep them even, praying that Jane wouldn’t notice the strain in his voice.

Y/N smiled against his neck, her lips trailing lower, dangerously close to his collarbone. She wasn’t holding back now, her kisses deliberate and slow, her hand sliding around his waist, pulling him back into her orbit. It was intoxicating—the way she knew exactly how to play him, how to unravel him even in the middle of a phone call.

"Are you sure everything’s okay?" Jane asked, her voice tinged with worry. "You sound… off."

Harry squeezed his eyes shut, his breath catching in his throat as Y/N’s teeth grazed his skin, sending a jolt through him. "I’m fine," he forced out, his voice shaky. "Just… just tired. I’ll be home soon, I promise."

Y/N’s soft chuckle was barely audible, but he could feel the satisfaction radiating off her. She was pushing him, testing how far she could go. Her hand slid up his chest, and Harry had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from making a sound.

"Okay," Jane said, clearly still concerned. "I love you, Harry. Drive safe, okay?"

He swallowed hard, guilt crashing over him in waves. "I love you too," he muttered, his voice almost breaking as Y/N’s lips continued to work their way along his neck.

As soon as he hung up, he let out a shaky breath, his head spinning from the intensity of it all. Y/N pulled back slightly, her smirk visible in the dim light of the hallway.

"You’re playing a dangerous game," he whispered as he turned to face her. his voice rough, his heart pounding in his chest.

Y/N’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You love it," she teased, her voice soft and seductive as she leaned in again, her lips just inches from his ear. "Besides, you didn’t stop me."

Harry’s breath hitched, his body still trembling from the closeness of her. She was right—he hadn’t stopped her. He could’ve, but he didn’t. Instead, he had let her push him further and further, crossing lines he knew he shouldn’t.

"I should go," Harry said, though the words barely held any weight. His body was still on fire from her touch, and despite everything, he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. Instead, he did the opposite. His hands slid down to her waist, gripping her tightly, pulling her closer to him, their bodies pressing together as if he needed the contact to breathe.

Y/N tilted her head, her smirk never fading, her eyes gleaming with victory. "You don’t really want that," she whispered, her hands finding their way around his neck, fingers gently brushing the nape. She pulled his face closer, their lips inches apart, her breath warm against his skin.

Her words hung in the air, thick with temptation. Harry felt like he was standing on the edge of something dangerous, teetering between falling back into the same patterns or somehow finding the strength to walk away. His mind screamed at him to stop, to go home to Jane, to salvage what was left of his control.

But Y/N’s pull was too strong. She was too close, too intoxicating.

He looked down at her, his breath shallow, the last threads of his resolve unraveling. He could see the amusement in her eyes, the way she knew exactly what she was doing to him, how she always had the upper hand.

"I hate you," he muttered, though the words held no conviction. His hands tightened around her waist, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between them. His lips hovered near hers, his body betraying everything he was trying to fight.

Y/N laughed softly, her lips grazing his ear, sending another shiver down his spine. "Mmhmm," she hummed back, her voice thick with satisfaction. She knew she had him.

And with that, Harry gave in. He kissed her again, harder this time, his lips crashing against hers as if he couldn’t get enough. There was no hesitation, no holding back, just raw, unfiltered desire. His hands gripped her waist even tighter, pulling her flush against him as they melted into the kiss, the world outside disappearing.

Harry pulled away, looking down at her. He reached behind her opening the door to the bathroom.

"Inside. Now." He said, his voice authoritative. She grabbed him by his collar pulling him in with her. Harry closed the door behind him. Kissing her immediately as she leaned against the sink. The kiss intensified behind closed doors. Harry has missed her mouth so much. She started to unbutton the shirt. Once unbuttoned her hands grazed all over her chest. Harrys lips made it way down her neck. Kissing her neck. All there movements were hungry and desperate. Her top was scoop neck no bra in sight her nipples hard harry pulled down the top revealing her small breast.his hands started pinching her nipples. Getting a small gasp from Y/n. He loved the sound of satisfaction from her. Whenever she gave him the slightest moans. It was more than enough for him.

Her hand slid his chest to the bulge in his trousers. "Ohh you're so hard already. Must have missed me?" She said with a smirk she worked the button of his pants undoing and quickly unzipping the pants before letting them fall to his feet. Once her hand grazed his dick through his briefs he felt like he was going bust right then and there. He quickly picked her up. By her ass putting her on the counter of sink. His lips found hers kissing her hungry as he grinding his bulge against her as he he kissed her. Their tongues exploring each other excessively. Her pleated skirt flipped up against his her. He let out moans. Enjoying every second of her. Grinding against the west spot between his legs. Feeling like a teenage boy who finally was able to touch a woman. He was so eager

"Take my panties off," she panted against his lips. He complied, stepping back and pulling the red lace down her legs over her red heels. leaving her skirt in place. As she took them from him, she held the soaked fabric up to his face; he buried his nose in them, inhaling deeply and savoring the scent of her arousal.

"You missed havent you?" She asked seductively , He nodded. His nose snuffed in the panties. He did miss it. Her scent was his favorite.

"Take them off." She said her hand gesturing to his gray briefs. He nodded pulling his briefs down to his ankles with his pants. He stepped closer to her. His dick grazing against her pussy. A small hiss released from his mouth. She grabbed his dick. Placing right at her entrance before he could push himself in.

"Do you want to fuck me?" She purred as his hardened tip grazed against her entrance. He nodded fervently, unable to form words with the overwhelming need coursing through him. She raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

"Use your words, tired of the nods," she scolded, a hint of arousal lacing her stern tone.

"Yes, please," he pleaded desperately, earning a satisfied smirk from her.

"That's it, my good boy," she cooed, "come on baby."

With a soft sigh and an alluring smirk, she guided him inside her. Harry's eyes rolled back in bliss. He was lost in the ecstasy of Y/n's pleasure, craving nothing but the sweet release that only she could give him.

"My baby, did you miss my warm, wet pussy?" she purred, her hand caressing the back of his neck.

"Mmmhmm," he moaned in response. He grip tightened on his neck,

"Say it with your words," she demanded firmly.

"Yes, I missed it so much," he gasped, closing his eyes in pleasure. He craved this submission to her. Jane was a good partner, but Y/n ignited a fiery passion within him that he could not resist.

"Can your little girlfriend give you the same pleasure that I can?" she taunted with a knowing smirk. He didn't answer, instead thrusting faster and harder into her awaiting body.

"Answer me," she demanded, her grip tightening around his neck as she pinched his nipple with her other hand. The pain shot through him, but it only added to the pleasure.

He mumbled incoherently, desperately trying to answer her question. "She can't," he repeated, his words becoming more and more slurred as he lost himself in the moment. But Y/n just smiled, moving both of her hands to the back of his neck and pulling his forehead towards hers.

"You're such a good boy," she purred, looking deeply into his eyes as their bodies moved together in rhythm. The friction between them was electric, driving them both closer and closer to the edge. Harry could feel himself getting close, his release building within him.

"Are you gonna cum, baby?" Y/n whispered seductively, knowing exactly what effect her words would have on him.

"Yes, please," he groaned, still thrusting deeply inside her.

"Can I cum inside you?" he asked eagerly, desperation evident in his voice.

"Hmm, I don't know," Y/n teased, biting her lip playfully as she continued to move with him. She wanted to draw out this moment, make him beg for release.

"Y/n, please," he begged, his control slipping away from him.

"Tell me who your dick belongs to," she commanded with a sly smirk on her lips. And with that final push, Harry couldn't hold back any longer. He surrendered completely to her, letting out a guttural moan as he finally reached his peak.

The sound of their grunts and heavy breaths filled the room as they moved in perfect rhythm. "Fuckk! It's yours! Only yours!" he said, struggling to maintain a steady pace with his thrusts.

She smiled and whispered, "You can cum." With her lips still connected to his, she felt Harry release inside her, feeling his body shudder in defeat. He collapsed onto her, breathing heavily as he rested his head on her shoulder.

"You're always so good for me, Harry," she said lovingly, running her hand through his hair and placing a soft kiss on his ear. He didn't say anything in response, but the way he held onto her told her all she needed to know.

"Harry, you have to get back to Jane." She said, his dick still resting inside her. Harry's reality sinks back in. What he did. He pulled himself out of her quickly pulling up his pants. She could see the flustered look on his face.

”Harry.” she said placing her red lacet panties in his hand.

"Keep these for the next time I feel like playing with you," she whispered, a sly smile tugging at her lips as she handed him her panties. She casually fixed her hair and applied a fresh coat of lip gloss, her movements slow and deliberate. With one last teasing glance over her shoulder, she left the restroom, now panties-less, leaving Harry standing there, still burning with desire, his mind racing as he watched her disappear.

[em-bandaid-boy]

Alr I have three things to ask- -ahem- 1. Artstyle: 1000000/10. 2. For the somewhat smol comic where Uzi learns N killed her mom, would she go to V to cry/be sad? Idk? And 3. DRAW THEM (Uzi, N, and ,V) AS SPOOPY. I HAVE MANY M.A.P. IDEAS. Contact meh if you're kinda interested in collabing WI me :3

1: Thank you!

Jumping to 3, for reasons: I would love to make Halloween themed art! It's mostly a matter of having the time and actually doing it lol.

2. Lore! I'm gonna go over the alternate part 2 ending to that comic so if you're not that invested you can skip it lol

Ok I'm like half asleep ok stay with me lol. Basically it was originally going to be that Uzi would end up talking to her mom about it once Nori found out that she rejected N. Uzi overheard the news from listening in to Nori and Khan. Her mom says she didn't want Uzi to hear her say that because she knows how much she and N care about each other, and she didn't want it to ruin their relationship, and she was sorry that the news hurt Uzi and N.

Despite Nori and Khan having their doubts about their daughter dating a murder drone, N managed to gain their trust during the final battle with Cyn (especially Nori herself, who saw firsthand N's unwillingness to harm Uzi even when she was possessed and attacking them.) N is obviously still guilty of everything he's done in the past but he played a major hand in helping to right the wrongs he and the other disassembly drones did. It's also clear he's not exactly proud of what he's done, but they've seen how much he's helped Uzi and how happy and comfortable she is with him.

Nori tells Uzi that N's hand in her death is an issue between her and N, and it is not Uzi's responsibility to take care of in any way. She explains that yes, it hurt to remember that it was her daughter's boyfriend whose actions led to her demise, but she ultimately understood why he took the actions he did, and was wiling to look past it for the sake of her daughter's happiness. She then tells Uzi that she should not feel it is her responsibility to punish N or distance herself on behalf of her mom, but also that if she really feels that she can't forgive him, then that was okay, too. Knowing what N really means to her, she urges Uzi to think and choose what she *really* wants, rather than what she feels she *should* do.

This prompts Uzi to consider it from every angle, and she seeks out N to talk to him. Much like in episode 3 he again believes he is "too dangerous" and he still thinks Uzi hates him and doesn't want him around. His insecurity is at an all time high, and he's clearly not doing well.

Uzi explains some of the things she and her mom talked about, and apologized for being so harsh, but she does acknowledge her own feelings on the matter. She explains that it hurt to find out her boyfriend's actions took her mother away from her, but talking to Nori reminded her that N didn't necessarily have a choice in what he did. She also acknowledges the amazing things N has done for her, and that she is overall glad that she met him.

N apologizes, empathizing with Uzi's grief over having lost her mother. He then explains that he's also aware of what his own situation was, but he had become even more ashamed over how insignificant the lives he'd taken were to him at that time. He tells Uzi that that side of himself constantly weighs on his mind, and despite all the good he's done, he feels like a monster.

Uzi reaches out to reassure him, in a moment that shows her forgiveness. It would parallel the scene where N comforts Uzi in episode 4(when they are falling), but with the roles reversed. Everything gets sappy and blah blah they're both apologizing and comforting each other and! Happy ending they kiss or something. Sorry I got lazy lol.

Am I going to make it a real comic? No unfortunately lol. But I might do something with some of these elements. Idk we'll find out later ig.

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Caring neighbor

Masterlist

Squeezed this one outta me cuz my mind was drawing a blank and then just BAM like fucking magic istfg

Pre-outbreak Joel Miller x female reader!

Warnings: smut. A tad of degradation. Uh, idk, Joel being possessive??

Joel Miller's always been kind to you. He's an outstanding neighbor, always willing to help, always responsible, always nice.

So when he sees you having trouble with your car, he obviously goes over to aid you.

“I don't know what's wrong with it,” you tell him. “It just won't start.”

So Joel's helping you, checking out the motor, the battery, and he asks you to bring him some tools. So you wander to your garage and Joel slips into your car, twisting the key, stepping on the break, trying to get any kind of reaction from the car.

For no particular reason, he glances at your backseat and his heart stops.

There, on the floor, are a pair of red, lace panties. He reaches for them without thinking and presses them to his nose. He takes in your scent, imagines you wearing the fucking lace, and his cock grows hard.

He's about to return the panties to their place when you show up, a toolbox in your hand, and you see him, through the windshield, with your panties in his hand.

You immediately flush, dropping the box to the ground and rushing to the driver's seat.

“'m sorry about that,” you hurry out, trying to wrench the item from his hands.

“What's this doing here?” Joel asks as he holds the lace out of your reach.

Your blush only deepens. “Nothing, just...nothing.”

Joel sneers. “They walked in here on their own?”

You pout. “I had a date, alright, and neither of us could wait to get to my place,” you huff. “Happy now?”

Joel's eyes are dark, jealousy filling his body. “No, I'm not fuckin' happy. I'm fuckin' angry,” he tells you, climbing out of your car. “You have any idea how bad I've wanted to fuck you? And you go and let some asshole take you on a date when I'm the one who's always helping you? When I make sure you're okay? When I'm always worried about you?”

“You-you want to fuck me?” you question, astounded.

Joel growls lowly, grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you into your house.

“Gonna drive me insane one of these days, kid,” he says as he tosses you on your couch, his hands finding the button of your jeans and quickly tearing it open. “Gonna be the fuckin' death of me.”

He undresses you with too much ease, and you let him. Once he has you bare in front of him, he pulls his pants down, allowing his cock to spring free as he climbs on top of you.

“Gotta fuck you 'nd remind you who you belong to, hm?” he says as he presses his cock into you, your cunt stretching to accommodate his girth and length.

Your back arches, legs wrapping around his waist as he fills you to the brim, the thick head of his cock bruising your cervix as he begins thrusting into you.

“Such a fucking slut,” he grunts, hips crashing against yours. “Taking my cock like a good whore, hm?”

You mewl and sob, gasp and shake beneath him as he fucks you. You can't think, can't focus, can only let him use you.

“And next time some asshole tries to take you on a date, what're you gonna tell him?”

“That I'm yours,” you whine out, hands gripping onto his arms, nails digging into his skin. “That I'm yours.”

“Fuckin' right, you are,” he groans. “My fucking slut.”

[kebriones]

I’m almost afraid to ask:

Why Alcibiades? What makes him so special to you? Like, I definitely see the appeal, he’s probably the most slaying dead guy I’ve ever heard of, I’m just a bit curious about the obsession.

(Love your art of him, btw. You’re slowly converting me into an Alcibiades stan)

IDK I don't know why my brain decides to get obsessed with things I have no control or rational reasoning in any of it. But alcibiades is exactly the type of guy I usually develop an interest in, and he's underapreciated which means I have so much space and freedom to rotate him in my brain and share that with others. I also feel somewhat responsible for getting him out there. Like, I can draw and I have spent the past 2 years obsessively researching him and he's underapreciated and misunderstood and we grew up in the same city so I in a silly, not-serious way I feel like there's purpose behind it all too, like doing him some justice.

Or maybe his ghost is possessing me idk. I know it's not just me though, I've seen scholars/experts with more unhinged alcibiades obsessions than me so I think it's something about him that draws certain people in like a black hole.

[milkinmoose]

Your comments being turned off really shows how much of a snowflake you are to criticsm. 😊

Having your entire blog based on M/rston really shows the kind of person you are, I sure hope you don’t have siblings lol. I’m tired of seeing you freaks on Tumblr, on Pinterest, every. Fucking. Were,. And then you all acting fucking oppressed when you’re confronted???

I blockes you, I still see your art. I came for fucking Charthur and your freaky asses show up on my feed. For a while I thought you all stopped but no???? More show up. More. Not only do I have to deal with the fucking M*rballs and V*ndermusty shippers crawling out of the walls, but I come back and see M*rton shippers back at it. Fucking kys tf????

one, my comments aren't off honey bunches get your fucking facts right before talking to me 😊 also get educated with your yee yee ass typing and spelling. like fr you type like you're at gunpoint and shaking like a little woosey crybaby shitting your silly little clown pants

anyways, getting cereal.

I've seen your sorry lazy fat fucking ass copying and pasting towards other Morston creators, how unoriginal. i bet your response to that though would be "oH i HaVE nO tImE tO BE OrIGInAl wITh yOU" like every other person who supports Charthur 😋 most of you lot are snobby, defensive and extremely fucking racist whether you like it or not. get. your. facts. right. some of you complain about people drawing him skinny and fit? ffs he's canonically fit.

most people also draw him taller than Arthur? and larger? he's not. check his height comparison to Arthur. in game, they're around the same height, and the discussion is still on for his EXACT height, but i think he's between 5/11 to 6/1. all of you who make him a fucking mammoth are the racists stereotyping him for this massive black Indian man. disrespectfully, fuck you for massacring that beautiful man. 😊

idk what else to say anyways im losing brain joos soooo ima start getting silly teheheh

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS MRBALLS???? IM CRYING WHATTTT IS THAT THE NAME OF YOUR TRANSGENDER TESTICLES???? IMAGINE LOOKING DOWN AT YOUR DICK AND GOING "goodmorning MrBalls 😊" UNIRONICALLY

IM ON THE FLOOR BRO FUCKING WHEEZING LIKE GODDAMN PEPPA PIG RN YOU DUMBASS CHARTHUR SHIPPERS ARE SO FUNNY WHEN YOURE OFFENDED OR SEE SUMN YOU DONT LIKE 😭😭😭

I LOVE HOW YOU ALSO SENT THIS TO MULTIPLE MORSTON SHIPPERS???? LIKE TF POSSESSED YOU AND MADE MADE YOU TAKE TIME OUT OF YOUR DAY TO BLABBER SHIT WE DONT CARE ABOUT TO US

also crawling through walls is my favourite pass time, and it's where i have all my adventures with Barry, the paraplegic rat, and Sally, the overweight snail

FYI, for you snowflakes, the last half was just shit post. please don't take it personally and cry

thank you for reading whoever actually did read this far without shitting yourself from being offended. whoever is actually a chill Charthur shipper though, this is not directed at you. it's directed at the assholes who make Arthur hyperfeminine or Charles transgender 😊

have a good day to the nice people in the world i love you all <3

[plaguery]

🖊 idk ur ffxiv ocs but id love to get to know them!! chinhands :3

i love ocs so much but i am so bad at publicly talking about them because i have a hangup that makes me think i have to release full dossiers on each and every one before i can casually talk about them. so we'll go for a summary on each since i havent mentioned them much outside of drawings

i have three ffxiv ocs at the moment: my wol, siv, and two scion "npcs" that come as a pair, magdal and senryo

we'll start with the wol: siv sessrúmnir, sea wolf roe, she/her. sam/drg main, but can generally go for any melee dps if she needs to. genderfluid and uses different gendered titles in different situations.

(i dont know what possessed me to draw them in a magnet pose but i did)

prior to adventuring, she lived in a small la noscean village as a village ritual leader, specializing in funerary traditions. she was born to two pirates, with her mother continuing on with her life at sea and her father returning home to his village of origin to settle down and raise siv. siv was mute until her teenage years, yet still opted for the regional sign of her village occasionally as she got more comfortable with speech. her paternal aunt was the village ritual leader at the time and helped raise siv into the role, with siv often acting as an assistant to her in her adolescence.

siv did not begrudge her role necessarily, but found it limiting still. her late teens and early twenties saw her leave her post and try her hand at pirating as her parents did before her. after giving birth, siv's mother has become a fearsome captain of a rogue band unaffliated with the maelstrom and uninterested in any good deeds or society. as siv had grown, she only visited a handful of times, but a handful enough to lead siv out to sea with her. in this time, siv became the dreadful right hand of her mother, similarly feared and steeped in the group's atrocities. still, siv found herself unfulfilled and no closer to her mother, so she left to return home.

back at the village, she did the same as she had before, only molding to her role with finer precision. this was to be the rest of her life.

but the calamity shook everything, her mother was now missing at sea, uncle dead, aunt grievously injured but alive, even if she was counting her days. siv took more responsibility in the village and even made ends meet with side work as a fisherman in limsa. yet, the true break in siv's future came once her aunt took her end into her own hands and officially passed the mantle to siv.

siv did perform her rites, rites that last across several days. and then, she fled. she took to gridania and their lancer's guild, forgetting herself in the motions of the polearm.

thus, an adventurer was born.

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i would classify siv as a deeply suicidal character, without the outright drive to commit it. considering her relationship to death through her upbringing, death is just another journey and not the full escape she wants. she is anhedonic and detached for much of her journey as a wol, unknowingly seeking some kind of oblivion. she becomes the warrior of light because she operates on other's command. she seeks "nothing" and has no compass and by fate alone, the scions were the first to scoop her up and start telling her where to go. despite her cold distance, she does have high empathy, with no bounds or borders, that stays suppressed until much later on. and yet, morality is not on her personal radar whatsoever. i came up with this well before i even got to later expansions, so her general emotional storyline matches up quite well with the canon, particularly endwalker.

on a much lighter note: my other two are my fun characters, magdal bloodfury (hyur highlander, it/its, they/them in special instances, war/gnb, doesn't care to think about its own gender but revels in being ungendered) and senryo kusushi (raen au'ra, he/him, smn/sch, transfem butch).

ive described magdal as a reverse vegan, it wants to personally hunt and kill its meat and sink its teeth right into the carcass. for some reason i haven't drawn it like this yet but typically, it wears face covering helmets. its bites have various meanings though (but these still could just be classified as differing types of hunger) and is incessantly pouncing on its loved ones or potential friends to bite or nibble them affectionately. it is the bane of all other hunters across every continent it has visited so far.

it possesses an odd variant of the echo that, in function, works the same as expected, but inflicts everyone nearby within a certain radius with the same splitting headache and no vision boon as that is magdal's alone.

despite magdal's otherwise cheerful demeanor, it generally seems to put most people off to its acquaintance.

it is more than fine with this though, as it has it's beloved partner and companion by its side always, senyro. he is the composed one of the two, deemed exceptionally normal in comparison to his companion. senryo is devoted to study and notably, classically romantic in a way that confuses most given the object of his affections. he loves long walks on the beach and poetic interludes on their journeys.

senryo really is quite average and prefers his life this way. he has reasonable goals, wants a stable income and a nice place to sleep. even with summoning as a passion, he has no urge to become a notable figure in the craft. in almost every way, he simply desires a quiet life.

yet, his partnership with magdal hints to stranger parts of his personality. he is more than happy being their chew toy and cleaning up after their messes. despite magdal getting them both kicked out of multiple establishments, senryo has never been happier. it works well for them, he keeps the particulars of their day-to-day living in check and they protect him with a ferocity rarely seen on this star. they happily wind down their nights with tending to each others wounds (bite marks included), pulling leftovers out of magdal's teeth, and braiding senryo's hair.

[dromaeo-sauridae]

what’s an au or oc story you’ve been working on?

just something idk if ive mentioned it at all its a story ive been working on its uh

its called promethea it was originally an au of a moderately popular rpg from like 2011 but over the past 6 years its slowly

its slowly consumed my life and i now lay awake at night thinking about the ways alien life can evolve on a large tidally locked moon. im kind of losing my mind over it actually did you know that three different major characters fucking die and they all come back? one of the most important characters used to be a sidekick with nothing to do except be kinda annoying to other characters and fun to draw but now shes responsible for the entire story and spends most of it as a rotting corpse leaking ancient forgotten magic into this weird little moon. another character spends the whole story dead and thats also a big plot point and hes so large that his body forms half a continent and is part of the creation myth of at least a dozen cultures. theres also animals called pegasi but i mean are they really? another thing im stressed about is the other land forms on this moon cuz i like the idea of it being mostly water with a few broken up chunks of land spread out across it but i really suck at making maps and that makes it harder for me to start so over the course of 6 years actually maybe 7 idk ive made i think one map of a single area. maybe 2 maps. i dont know. maps scare me. i didnt even mention the other character that is created out of misplaced worship and attempts to become the new death god by systematically possessing and killing as many people as possible in order to get more powerful and in the end it gets eaten like how at the end of jurassic world the mosasaurus kills the indominus rex, crushing young me’s hopes and dreams and kickstarting a new amalgam of hyperfixations that was just a really weird time and manifested in some strange arguments with my siblings. sorry what was this ask about

[lunaconstantinerp]

wishlist/plot ideas

For any muses:

Luna finding your muse in need of medical attention or your finding her in need of it

Inquiry about her magic abilities/forming aliances based on this

For Aegon:

First meeting while they're both relatively young and she lives with her mother

Difficult conversations such as "do you love me?" Or "why does no one love me?" From drunk Aegon; possibly leading to angry smut if he doesn't get the response he wants

Deep conversations after sex

Aegon finding her on the street after her mom dies, possibly buying her a small place in fleabottom because "he doesn't want her to be all gross from the streets if they're gonna bone"

Aegon sleeping over and discovering her magic when she cures his hungover for the first time

Aegon and Luna jokingly fantasies about running away together before he's crowned king

Drunk escapades in general

For Aemond

Aemond discovering Aegon's "friendship" with Luna and warning her to stay away

Aemond discovering Aegon's "friendship" with Luna and wanting to steal her for himself just to spite Aegon[possible noncon]

Aemond discovering Aegon's "friendship" with Luna and making deals with her to keep Aegon happy or sober for certain times/keeping him busy so he can have Helaena

Aemond meeting her and not knowing who she is but discovering her powers

Aemond being jealous/angry/pissy/possessive in general

Aemond finding out that Aegon secretly bought a house/apartment in Fleabottom and investigating. This would be before Aegon is crowned king because he buys Luna place to stay pretty soon after her mother dies. [Could be for either Luna or Aegon]

For Alicent;

Alicent discovering Luna's relation to Aegon and trying to talk her out of it/reprimanding her/setting conditions

Alicent discovering Luna's Magical powers and trying to secure them for the greens

Aegon and Alicent having a real conversation about how they feel about each other and why Aegon acts the way he does.

For Daemon:

Luna falling pregnant to Aegon and seeking asylum with the blacks because Alicent wants to kill the child.

Aegon announcing his intentions to make Luna his second wife and Daemon taking her as a warprisoner or forcing her to be his second wife instead out of spite. This will at the very least start out as an enemy dynamic.

AU where instead of meeting and connection with Aegon in the Pleasurehouse it's Daemon! He famously had a thing for deflowering and the Pleasurehouse kept girls around solely for that purpose back in the day, but when he returns one day, the only virgin they have is Luna whose mother has refused to let serve in that manner. But since her mother, like most of the whores from back in the day, has a soft spot for the Rouge Prince she let's him deflower Luna.

For Rhaenyra:

Aegon pulling Rhaenyra aside at the family dinner and pleading with her to let him name her hand if he is crowned. Because he doesn't want the responsibility and thinks it would be in everyone's best interest if she acted at the ruler.

For Astarion:

Would LOVE to do a piece of Sam[bard] showing Astarion some drawing she did of him. Doesn't need to be romantic... just her being like "They're not great... but uhm.. here's a rough idea of your face. Idk..." /I would also be interested someone showing my Astarion a picture they drew of him.

Sam telling Astarion that he was /her/ first and the angst if her realising that what had been immensely special to /her/ had been nothing but a trade to /him/.

Sam asking Astarion how he goes on with all that hurt inside of him when she's only had but a taste of it and already she finds it difficult to keep pushing through.

Sam admitting to Astarion that as a bard who never picked up a weapon before this whole tadpole ordeal she feels so... powerless... next to everyone and Astarion using this to either bond or convince her told him seek more power

[shroom-ish]

hi i appreciate your attempt to correct me but:

A) im aware it is a troll

B) as a lapsed catholic that went to 16 years of catholic school (K-8, high school, and three years of college before I dropped out) I was attempting to draw on my own experience of "catholics" and parody a response that I might have given to the people who abused me as a child. I appreciate the idea that that "this is not a belief espoused by anyone who actually practices the religion" but I was there when my friends were told their dogs were going to hell so I appreciate your concern about my inability to understand the post in it's context but

C) "in my own experience" (which may be different from yours 😳) there are few catholics (and christans for that matter) who care about the doctrine of their religion in any significant way that leads to genuine understanding and/or reformation of their behavior and beliefs. Most of the catholics I know are largely concerned with how they appear to the people around them rather than possessing any true dogmatic consistency.

so im sure you can understand why i might choose to use my own art (**writing**) and the opportunity of a random internet troll to explore the ways that I have been hurt by this institution, but I understand if I committed to the bit a little too hard.

(im pulling this out of the tags to make sure there's no confusion)

im aware that there are catholics with a nontoxic and healthy relationship to catholicism

edit: also, i remembered, what if the blog is itself a joke of a different traumatized catholic??? I thought it would be funny to respond seriously because... idk they seem to be taking pretty seriously whether it's joke or not lol.

too many people see evolution as just animals becoming better animals when the truth is that theres a species of boar that evolved to die because its tusks grow into its skull because the males with long tusks fuck the most

[rucow]

I NEED to develop a simpler and faster art style, ‘cause right now I can only draw in full rendering mode and I’m not patient enough for it, I wanna pump out all my gay art ideas fast

[sxcret-garden-archive]

✧ Kinktober 2022 ✧ TXT Beomgyu x fem!reader ✧ words: ~700 ✧ genre: smut (hard dom!Beomgyu, shower head, mentions of punishment, orgasm control, begging, praise, possessiveness, unprotected sex, reader is called princess) ✧ warnings: heavy dom-sub dynamic, Beomgyu is a tiny bit sadistic ✧ prompts: shower sex (from this list)

(requested)

Author’s note: Yeah, idk what got into me here kajfdlka

Clawing at the slippery shower wall, you whine as you squirm in your boyfriend’s hold. One arm wrapped around you from behind, Beomgyu trails feathery light kisses meant to tease you down your neck and all over your shoulders. His other hand is gripping the shower head tightly, directing the jet right at your core. 

“F-fuck…” you whimper, the impact overwhelming you. The warm water hitting your clit with just a little too much force makes your legs tremble, and everytime you move your hips away from the impact, Beomgyu’s hand follows suit. You moan, throwing your head back and pressing your back tightly against his chest. 

“Does it feel good? You’re not gonna cum like this, are you?” His words cut like a knife. You’re so close to tumbling over the edge, but you know he’ll punish you if you cum without his permission. For now, all you can think about is how badly you want him to stop testing your limits, and how you crave to feel him inside you.

“Mh-mh…” You shake your head, unable to answer properly as you’re too focused on biting down on your bottom lip, directing all your focus to holding back your orgasm.

“You’re a good girl,” he praises you, his voice smooth like silk. “Maybe, if you endure it for a little longer, I’ll give you what you really want…” You whimper again.

“Please…” A single plea slips past your lips, and you almost lose yourself there. When you quickly pull your hips away from the shower head, your boyfriend reaches out for your hip to bring it back into position, and you let out a pained moan in response.

“Please, what? Tell me what you want, my princess,” he demands, utter joy resounding in his voice, and even without turning around to look at him, you can imagine the shit eating grin sitting on his lips too well.

“Y-your cock… please…” you answer, voice shaking.

“Is that so?” He presses more soft kisses to your skin, lips travelling up your spine. And then finally, he takes the shower head away, and you feel like you could’ve collapsed on the spot. “Then arch your back for me, princess. Bend over like a good girl.” You obey without second thought, submitting yourself to him without hesitation. As soon as you feel his tip at your entrance, a state of pure ecstasy overcomes you, and you await his reward for holding out so long eagerly. Supporting yourself with your underarms against the shower wall, you moan when he pushes into you, and you can hear him sigh from the relief as well. You want to tease him about having held back himself, but you know better than to risk making him change his mind and punishing you after all.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he groans as he begins to thrust in and out of you. “So fucking wet for me…” You can only moan in response, whimpering his name as you feel your overdue high approaching. And then he brings the showerhead back up to stimulate your clit, and you cry out in pleasure.

“Cum for me, princess. I want to feel it…” he mutters from behind you, going at what he knows is just the right pace for you. And it doesn’t take long for you to fulfill his wish. Overstimulated from all the teasing, you cum hard on him. The way your walls clench around his length draws breathy moans from him, and just before he cums too, he pulls out, spurting his load all over your ass.

“So pretty… and all mine…” he mutters as he stands back, looking at you in awe. Then he reaches out for your wrist and he spins you around, causing you to almost slip on the wet shower tiles if it wasn’t for him steadying you, and he presses a sloppy kiss to your lips. “Let’s clean you up,” he mumbles against your mouth, “my filthy princess.”

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[infictionalwonderland]

Imagine James seeing you with the first years and getting baby fever.

warnings : cHiLdReN bc that needs its own warning, swearing idk

James Potter was something with an endless bout of determination.

That was proven in his life choices.

1. When he continuously tried, without giving up, to get Sirius to be nicer to his younger brother—Regulus. And eventually it worked (it totally boosted his massive ego but, anyway)

2. How persistent he is when it comes to things he’s not good at but is determined to be good at —if that makes sense. For example, when Sirius expressed his passion for drawing, James was ecstatic to give it a go although altogether he possessed the skills of a celery stick, but we move. And, eventually, with his determination and Sirius’ guidance, his art had gotten semi good.

3. How he was always determined to make Professor McGonagall crack a smile. Whether it be mindless compliments (which he truly put a lot of thought into, don’t let anyone know that though) or leaving her little anonymous gifts in her office. And he managed to pull a small smile from her, he was looking for a full blown grin but he supposed that’d look strange on her.

But, where his determination showed most was in his efforts to woo you. Y/N Y/L/N. The love of his life, as he’d claimed. And he never stopped trying to impress you, get you to swoon over him the way he constantly swooned over you. Seriously, you could be eating ice cream with or smeared all over your mouth and this man will still melt into a puddle at the very sight of you.

• • •

It was a normal day. The marauders were wandering around the halls of hogwarts, Remus carrying Peter bridal style and James and Sirius having their arms hooked, skipping wherever they went —laughter contagiously escaping all of them.

Then James caught sight of you the middle-ish of the corridor and his eyes immediately lit up, practically rivalling the sun in brightness.

However his footsteps paused in place as he took note of the child in front of you.

“Hi sweetheart.” You spoke softly as you crouched down in front of the crying first year who removed her hands from her face and looked up at you with wide eyes. “What’s wrong?”

The girl put her hands down at her side, revealing her slytherin tie and she looked at you timidly—probably awaiting more of the negative reactions she received but when your gentle smile didn’t leave, showing no malice. She sniffled, opening her mouth to talk.

“I’m a muggleborn.” She admitted in a little voice you found adorable. “A-and um my housemates are calling me a name I don’t understand. T-they were laughing at me. I don’t know what to do.”

You frowned looking at the girl in front of you in sympathy. “Can I touch you?” You asked quietly, not wanting to touch anyone without their permission and the girl hesitantly nodded.

Immediately you engulfed the crying little girl in a warm hug, her head resting against your chest as you soothed your hands in her long brown hair, the sobs she was releasing physically hurting you to hear them.

“Don’t worry about those people Sweetheart.” You soothed patiently. “The hat would not have placed you in Slytherin if he didn’t think you were worthy enough to be in that house and those little brats are simply jealous.”

She let out a heartwarming giggle as your fingers lightly tickled at her side and you smiled down at her.

Back with the Marauders, due to James coming to a halt —Remus and Peter bashed into their backs and they all fell to the floor with a loud crash which alerted your attention.

You sighed exhaustedly at the sight of the four boys who constantly caused mischief that you would openly admit you found amusing. Just not to them.

“Why’d you stop?” Sirius groaned out dramatically from his place on the ground, pushing a dizzy Peter off of him. And when Sirius spotted you he lot out a ‘ahh’ of realisation.

James didn’t response, blinking dazedly at you and the little girl who was tucked into your chest still —his love for you expanding drastically, he know you’d make an amazing mother some day. To his kids, hopefully.

“Have my children.” He quietly, dreamily sighed out and Sirius who was right next to him let out a barking laugh.

“Not sure I have the right anatomy but we’ll see what we can do.”

“What do you mean you’re ‘not sure’?”

You turned to the girl who looked up at you anxiously, clearly scared of the new people and you smiled down at her despite your annoyance for the group of four. Mainly James and Sirius though.

Hastily you grabbed her little hand, looking at her with bright mischievous eyes. “Let’s get away before they try and talk to us.” You mock whispered to her and she giggled with a quick nods.

The both of you ran through the empty corridors hand in hand, her adorable giggles and your hearty laughs following you both.

“I didn’t happen to get your name munchkin.”

“It’s Aimee.”