#it's beautiful but it's also messy and i love it

[sevikasenby]

just want to eat her out so bad and fuck her so good she cries :(

AGELESS BLOGS, MINORS AND MEN DNI

you have her legs hooked over your shoulders, your hands wrapped around her thick thighs while you bury your face in between them, messily and hungrily lapping at her wet pussy.

her flesh hand rested on your head, guiding you where she wanted. you were practically making out with her cunt as you dipped your tongue into her wet heat, making obscene slurping noises as you devour her.

the hand on your head was accompanied by soft moans falling from sevika's lips. her head fell back against the pillows and her back arched ever so slightly off the bed as your tongue licked a long stripe up her cunt.

everytime she moaned, you were reminded of how you're the only one who gets to hear her like this. who gets to see her like this. who get to make her feel this good. who she's most comfortable with. to you it was the most rewarding thing that could happen, to know she feels safe enough with you to let you have control.

and to sevika it was daunting but....also relaxing. to finally let someone else take that control, someone else who she loves more than anything, trusts more than anything. she never thought she would find someone who made her feel safe.

you flicked your tongue over her neglected swollen clit a few times, watching her body twitch with every movement you made before finally wrapping your lips around her. you sucked and licked at her gently, not wanting to let her cum just yet.

you looked back up at her and just watched her. how her beautiful grey eyes rolled back everytime you sucked on her clit. how her hair was all messy and falling in her face. how her mouth hung open, only moans and strings of curses leaving her.

it wasn't until her hips started moving against you, her curly patch of hair tickling your nose whenever she moved, almost fucking your face.

and you let her. you stuck your tongue out and she immediately started to grind against it, making you moan against her. the hand on your head kept you in place as her arousal coated your mouth.

your own cunt throbbed, making you want to reach down and shove two fingers inside of yourself as your girlfriend fucked your face but you resisted.

sevika squirmed and trembled, her mech hand gripping the sheets beside her, getting closer and closer to the edge but again, you didn't want her cumming just yet so you reluctantly pulled off her, hearing her whine in response. the bottom of your face was soaked as you kissed her inner thighs and gently removed her legs from your shoulders.

you sat up and captured her soft lips. your thigh unintentionally connected with her core and she tried to rub her clit against it but you pulled back. you made her stay put on the bed while got up to grab the strap and secure it on your hips, not wanting her to lift a finger.

you got back onto the bed and between her spread legs. you took the strap and slid it between her wet folds and let it align with her slick entrace while running your hand up her chest, feeling her hard abs under your hand that are slick with sweat.

"so pretty." you whispered as you lean down to kiss the scars that scattered across her body and slowly traced them up to her neck with your tongue while you slid into her easily, feeling her shiver underneath you.

you went slow, letting her feel every inch of you as you bottomed out, watching your strap slide in and out of her, the way her cunt was wrapped around you, feeling yourself grow more and more wet at the sight of her. the strap was already covered in her arousal as you continued to fuck her.

your cunt throbbed harder the longer you fucked her to the point it almost hurt. there was just something so hot about the big scary lady of zaun trembling underneath you, moaning out your name over and over and already begging you to fuck her harder and fuck her faster.

"does it feel good?"

"y-yes yes, it feels so fucking good."

"then why would I want to go harder and let this be over so soon?"

sevika opened her mouth to respond but nothing came out, only soft moans and heavy breathing.

"but I guess since you've been so good for me," you started, punctuating your sentence with one hard thrust, making sevika gasp. "and since I want to hear more of those pretty sounds you make." and finally, much to sevika's liking, you started fucking her like she asked.

"mhm, how's that, baby?"

"oh fuck! thank you thank you thank-" her sentence was cut short and replaced with a guttural moan when you slammed your hips back into her even harder. her back arched off the bed and you leaned down to kiss the center of her chest and started to fuck her repeatedly.

the wet squelching sounds and desperate moans filled your ears as you filled her cunt with your strap over and over, fucking her faster as you felt the strap rubbing against your clit. you were sure you felt your own arousal drip down your thigh.

"fuck, you feel so good." you moaned.

sevika's mouth was working faster than her brain at the moment so before she could think, "cum inside me, please" was coming out of her mouth.

you almost stopped what you were doing completely, being thrown off guard. that was new coming from sevika. normally it was the other way around.

you leaned down and rested your forhead against hers, still fucking her. "you want me to cum inside you, sev?"

she looked quite embarrassed at what she had said and turned her head to the side but you took her chin and turned her back towards you where she slowly nodded her head. you, however, thought it was one of the hottest things she's ever said to you. you made a mental note that yeah, you're definitely gonna be getting a squirming strap in the very near future.

you were basically fucking her into the mattress now. "want me to fill you up?"

"please." sevika said, almost whispering it. you knew she was getting really close.

"such a pretty cunt for me to cum inside of." you gripped her hips and slammed back into her, feeling yourself tip over that sweet edge. "shit, I'm cumming!

sevika didn't have to announce that she was cumming. her body trembling, her eyes rolling behind her eyelids, how the dark purple strap nearly turned white and the string of curses leaving her mouth was more than enough to tell you.

she reached out and wrapped her arm around you, bringing you closer to her as you fucked her through her orgasm, gripping onto your back as you did. she shoved her face into the crook of your neck and she slowly caught her breath.

you could feel your neck become damp and you moved so you could see her. you cupped her scarred cheek and ran your thumb over the tears that had fallen. you pecked her lips then sat up to remove the strap from both her and your hips.

you would get cleaned up later, right now you just laid down beside her and let her cuddle to your chest, kissing the top of her head, running your fingers through her hair and occasionally scratching her back.

[deadhands69]

Ramen & Rain

Katsuki Bakugo x gn Reader

Ramen Date

just a weird fluff Bakugo fic mostly written at 3am. not quite the direction it was intended to go but it still ends ish as planned. mentions of angst, turns into fluff.

“Sorry for your breakup,” you say to the messy haired blonde seated next to you at the hero rankings after-party, “are you doing okay?”

“Huh?” he grumbled before remembering the bullshit his PR team spun earlier that week. 

“Oh, that.” He sits uncomfortably, staring down the tablecloth at the tiny high top the two of you were perched at. “Um, that was fake.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah, my PR team thinks it’ll humanize me to date likable people so they have me take models and whatever on dates.” He pauses, considering if he’d like to tell you the next part, “and a few times they also did this when I was photographed with one night stands. I guess that’s not so likable either or something,” he mumbles down at his lap.  

Your thoughts flash back to every headline you’d read about pro-hero Dynamite’s intriguing love life. Much to his team’s credit, you did fall for it.

“So, you haven’t actually dated any of those girls in the pictures?” 

“Nope,” his finishes his drink, hoping the glass blocked at least some of his blushing face.

“Have you dated anyone?”

“Have you?” he retorts, barely able to make eye contact.

Please say no, he hopes. 

He tried to ask you out once, in your second year of high school together. But he was going through some things. And you are you. He couldn’t imagine you being interested in anything but perfect when it’s what you deserve. One day, he figured, he could give you that. So he waited.

And of course you had no idea he liked you. Not when his way of showing it was hitting you harder while sparing, having higher expectations of you than everyone else, and exploding at you every time you so much as glanced at him (because he thought you caught him staring.)

“Well, there was Shouto in high school,” you begin.

Of course Bakugo knows about this, he hated it. 

You and Shouto had been best friends since halfway through your first year. So, it didn't surprise too many people in your third year when he asked you to go out with him. Of course you had a massive crush on him for years at that point. He's beautiful, who in your class hadn't been into him?

And it was… Cute. 

While it lasted. 

You held hands. He walked you to class. The two of you always had meals together, but it felt different once you were officially together. You never kissed or anything but that's okay, it was new. 

Exactly nine days and four hours is when it all came crashing down. 

Feeling worked after training, you went to bed early. You'd meet up with your boyfriend in the morning. No big deal. 

Little did you know, your puppy love relationship was falling apart before your head even hit the pillow. 

“Hey, Icy Hot! What are you doing checking out Ponytail when you're already dating the hottest person in our class?” Bakugo berated Todoroki. 

Confused, he responded as bluntly as he ever did, “but y/n isn't the hottest one in our class. Momo is.”

Katsuki’s red eyes pierced through him, clearly he was missing something. 

“Wait, are you not dating y/n??”

“No, I am.”

“...then what the fuck.”

After much back and forth, it came out that Iida told Todoroki everyone should aspire to date their best friend. He took that to heart and asked you out without considering if he like liked you. 

He didn't. 

And he told you that the next morning.

It’s not Shouto’s fault his comprehension of human emotion is so limited. This didn’t make being broken up with by him any easier though. Everything was matter of fact, no sugar coating. 

“Thanks for letting me know,” you mumbled to your feet, trying to think of any excuse to leave and save yourself the embarrassment of bursting into tears in front of your classmates. His mismatched eyes stared at you, still confused about the whole situation. 

“I have to go finish some homework now, see ya later.” Turning away, you hope you played it off well enough. No one seemed to notice as you walked heavily through the common space with a face made of stone until you reached the elevator. 

Bakugo did though, and he was pissed at Todoroki for fumbling so hard that you got hurt. Their already unstable friendship took a massive hit after that. Eventually, after a lot of adjusting, Katsuki reasoned he could be okay with you dating someone else if it meant you were happy (and they were perfect and checked every single box he decided someone would need to in order to be worthy of you.) This wasn’t it though.

“I don't mean high school. That one didn't count, ” he says, remembering how helpless he felt watching you being heartbroken when you never did anything to deserve it. 

“Okay, well there was…”

The girl you were with for a whole month before discovering she was a villain, just using you because she thought she could get top secret information. She didn’t.

Then there was the guy you met at a coffee shop who stuck around for a while. He thought you were attractive but didn’t want more than sex and wasn’t sure how to bring that up. You being a hero was terrifying to him and he thought you’d stop sleeping with him when you realized that’s all he was there for. You did. 

And Shinsou, who had the most amicable breakup with. He’s nocturnal and you’re well, not quite. After not seeing each other for three weeks, you decided your schedules just weren’t compatible and called it. No media outlets picked up on it since there was nothing to pick up on. 

Bakugo shifts uncomfortably in front of you. Brows furrowed and face unreadable to most. A twinge of jealousy overtakes him. Sure, the two of you haven’t talked much since graduation, but he still has feelings for you. And hearing about all the losers who had a chance when he never did didn’t sit right with him.

On top of that, admittedly, he also feels guilty. Maybe if he'd asked you out all those years ago he could have saved you from this pain. His assumption you’d settle for nothing but perfect had been shattered, leaving him to accept that he shouldn’t have left you craving closeness from anyone but him. He should have been there. 

He’s here now though. At this point in life, he knows he isn’t perfect but he could at least do better than everyone else you mentioned. If you let him.

“You wanna get out of here?” he asks abruptly.

“What?”

“Wanna go somewhere else? The food sucks here, there’s a good ramen shop that’s open late down the street.” 

“You asking me on a date, Dynamite?” you joke.

“Yeah,” he replies dead serious, “I am.”

 Suddenly you’re the one feeling flustered. A date with Katsuki Bakugo? 

After a quick stop at coat check, the two of you are out the door. Running down the marble stairs to the rough sidewalk, his hand lightly around your wrist to guide you. A rain storm earlier left the streets glimmering, neon reflections from the surrounding shops. A few people trickle in and out of businesses in the typically bustling area, but tonight it feels like a ghost town. 

Then you’re there.

He pulls you through an unassuming door. With a quick wave to the person behind the counter, they informally gesture the two of you towards the small seating area. 

Sit wherever.

You slide over the cracked upholstery at a table in the corner. The pink sign lighting up the window casts a glow over his face, the warm color suits him.

When you left your place earlier, you never expected to end up on a date. Especially not here. The location being as much of a surprise as his sudden interest. 

Sure, you always thought he was cute, but you never knew him. He spent all of high school keeping you at arm’s length. Then after, you’ve spent years basing your assumptions about Bakugo off the headlines you’d read. The dates he went on. Always models and idols. Fancy restaurants, valets, and expensive cars.

But this is real.

Across the table, you watch as he slides his suit jacket off. You hadn’t realized how stuffy the atmosphere was earlier until you see him relax, top buttons of his shirt undone and sleeves rolled up. You forgot about the scars.

The woman running the shop approaches to take your order, not bothering to ask him - it appears he gets the same thing every time he comes in. Having been distracted, you quickly pick the first menu item that jumps out to you. She disappears into the kitchen.

“So, what do you want,” he asks, sitting too casually for the depth of the conversation he’s bringing up. He needs to ask though, otherwise how will he know what to do? “You told me what didn’t work but not what you actually wanted in any of that.”

“I guess I haven’t thought about it. I’ve just been working and-”

“Bullshit,” direct, but his tone is playful as he flashes a slightly crooked smile at you.

Two bowls of ramen float through the air to your table - likely the quirk of the woman before. You’re glad for the momentary distraction, giving you time to consider your answer. The food arrived suspiciously fast but with one sip from the oversized spoon, you know it’s amazing. 

“Holy shit,” you exclaim. 

“Like I’d take you somewhere shitty,” he laughs, “still dodging my question?”

“No,” you pause, pulling a piece of bok choy from the bowl while you consider, “not a villain would be nice.”

“Bar’s that low, huh?”

“...and being able to spend time together at least once a week would be good.”

“Only once a week?” he scoffs, “too easy.”

“What about you?”

He says nothing for a while, chasing a green onion around his spicy ramen with his chopsticks.

“This is good,” he mumbles suddenly uncharacteristically shy, “like a real, actual date.”

Looks like you aren’t the only one with lowered standards.

“Too easy,” you smile.

If he told you how serious of a relationship he actually wants with you, he might scare you off. This is a great start though.

Abruptly, he changes the topic to hero work. You compare stories, scars. 

He tells you how he got the small mark on his neck from a villain with a slashing quirk. How he took out a small area of buildings before Bakugo arrived to apprehend him.

You show him a similar scar on your wrist after the same villain escaped prison. 

The evening passes far too quickly.

As he approaches the counter to pay, you don’t miss the exchange between him and the older woman working. She looks overjoyed, saying something while glancing at you in the booth. He smiles awkwardly, his flushed face apparent even in the dim neon lighting.

“Alright, let’s get outta here,” he asserts while grabbing both of your hands to pull you to your feet.

“Can I take you out again?” he asks, as your feet have barely hit the pavement.

“Yeah.”

“Tomorrow night?”

“Perfect.”

more Bakugo: masterlist

[bunnysdollette]

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁ How I manifested my desired appearance + More Confidence with social anxiety 🐆🎀

⟢ hey dolls! today I wanted to share how I became more confident and manifested my desired appearance!! let’s get right into it! also if you guys are interested, my inbox is open! love ya guys ♡ ♡

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ MANIFESTING MY DESIRED APPEARANCE

dolls, I recently had a breakthrough. manifesting is actually so easy.

I’m here to remind you all that you don’t have to do anything extra with your manifestation. I manifested so many things just by believing in the law. Literally the second you decide something is yours, ITS YOURS. no bullshit, no ten thousand methods, that’s the secret formula.

Additionally, when people say “living in the end” they really mean living in the end. Really START living in the end. It’s not your face claim, it’s you. You aren’t trying to manifest, you have manifested.

Start being delusional babe, relying on confirmation from the 3D WILL GET YOU NOWHERE. The work is done. The proof is here. Just relax and let your desires start to grow in front of your eyes.

Some of the ways I manifest my dream appearance:

♡ everytime I looked in the mirror, I would recite affirmations about my desired features like “my nose is so cute and upturned, my skin is so clear and glowing.” here’s my recent affirmations on a living angel appearance 🕯️

♡ whenever I felt like my manifestation wasn’t going anywhere/fixating on the 3D, I would affirm and affirm and affirm. if you’re an anxious manifestor like me, affirmations are literally your best friend.

♡ consuming the RIGHT manifestation content and simply ignoring advice I disagreed with. this is my domain

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ CONFIDENCE 101: BOOSTING SELF CONCEPT

what is self concept? self concept is the set of beliefs you have about yourself, the way you think about yourself. low self concept = insecure, awkward, not very secure in oneself. high self concept = confident, self-assured. I used to have a low self concept

it’s important to realize that if your self concept is low, you can literally create a new identity and version of yourself at any time. if you want to become more confident and focused, then become that person. visualize that person. create a vision board of the vibe that person gives off.

think about how you can BECOME that person, and embody that emotion as much as possible till it sticks.I used to be so incredibly anxious and insecure I would overthink about my eating habits, the way I walked, talked, smiled, everything.

you have to drill this into your head that nobody cares and they’re actually too focused on their own lives to worry about you. and if they do, it’s usually only for a few seconds before moving on with their lives.

YOU owe it to yourself to become better. It is possible. Let’s do it.

ways I boosted my self concept:

♡ remind myself I CAN have more: liz explains this really well in her video here (still one of my faves from her till this day)

♡ shadow work: I would review difficult memories and kind of like detangle it, and I would learn more about myself from doing shadow work questions. definitely good for self healing

♡ persisting in the belief I was beautiful, confident and magnetic. Literally affirm 24/7

♡ be patient. confidence doesn’t happen overnight especially if u are a socially anxious and was insecure person like me.

⟢ and that’s mainly all I have for today angels! hope everyone found some part of this helpful, I’ve been trying to fix my format over these last few posts it’s kinda messy, thoughts? other than that stay cute, and I’ll post again soon. mwah 💋

[daisygirlwrites]

long hair eddie

literally typing this at 2am, i will not apologize for my unfiltered thoughts.

heavily inspired by @tr4shcanbugz 's beautiful art

during highschool, edward's hair grows out and he doesn't really bother to cut it nor does the orphanage care to. the longest it's been was just past his shoulders, enough to put it in a low ponytail to get it out of the way. unfortunately, this added another thing for students to bully him for, especially when a substitute accidentally mistaken him for a girl.

he could always cut his hair himself, however, he would over think it, thoughts of fucking it up and making it look worse was enough for him to put the scissors down. going to a barber shop was out of the question since he doesn't want to pull from his savings nor does he want to deal with other people's hands on him.

so edward just kept it as is, deciding to get cut once he graduates highschool, filtering out the hushed whispers and laughs thrown in his direction.

you’ve known edward for about four months at this point, finding each other at a secluded bench in robinson park on (ironically) valentines day. (also had his first indirect kiss!) (please yell at me to finish that fic)

though with snow still being around, he keeps his brown locks under a beanie and hoodie. his bangs do make an appearance from time to time

march comes around and so do you. both of you continue your little meetups/smoke breaks at the park after school, talking about anything, everything and sometimes nothing at all. just being in each other’s presences was enough

as the weather grows warmer, so does his feelings for you. and he can’t help it, especially since he knows that you go out of your way to spend time with him.

one afternoon, you find him waiting, his back facing you. he focuses at the scenery before him as a light breeze passes by, wisps of long brown hair dancing through the wind. 

plopping down at the other end of the bench, edward shifts his attention to you. and god, did he look pretty. his hair was slightly messy, the wind making it even more so but the bangs and the strands in front framed his face in a lovely way. you had to mentally slap yourself to stop ogling him.

the conversations start, and edward leads this time around. you wanted to focus on his voice but you can’t help but watch his hair fluttering by, softly grazing his cheeks

he always stares off to the side when he speaks, knowing that whenever he looks directly at you, his words stumble more. but you manage to cut him off anyways when he feels the slight brush of your fingers on his forehead

he stops breathing as he stares at you, not believing what’s happening in front of him. your touch was feather light, as if you were handling a piece of art. he could feel your nails run through his scalp, a jolt of electricity trailing down his spine. the warmth of your palm hits his ear and cheek as you linger just for a second longer after you tucked that strand back

he doesn’t remember the last time he experienced something so gentle, to be held so delicately. for a fleeting moment, he felt whole in your hand.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Comes up to the front of the room with pitch notecards in hand, okay, I have an idea that has two very controversial things in it. And idk if people want this, but I keep thinking about it, so here goes nothing.

So, I was thinking, post-breakup, Tommy and Buck bubble each other not talking. Tommy has spiraled inwardly. Buck is using up all the flour in Los Angeles.

It's a problem.

On a call one of them gets on shift, there is a big pileup. A huge pileup.

And in the pileup?

Connor, Kameron, and their son.

The one Buck helped them have with his donor sperm. All of them have significant injuries. Maybe either Connor or Kameron are already dead. They're rushed to the hospital. The only one who survives - the kid.

Buck, who is the biological father of the kid and never technically waved his rights, decides he should take the kid in. He doesn't know if there's anyone there for the kid other than him. There hadn't seemed to be when he was helping Connor and Kameron out. He kind of impulsively rushes into it.

However, there seems to be a wrinkle. Connor and Kameron had a will. Their will states that if they were to die, it designates the child's guardian to be Kameron's older brother. And who would that be?

Tommy Kinard.

And what at first looks like it could possibly become a messy custody battle ends up settling in a co-parenting situation where the kid spends time with both of them.

And as they keep co-parenting, well, maybe something happens to Buck's loft. A pipe bursts, something.

So, Buck decides to stay at Tommy's place as the pipe gets fixed. And maybe, well, Buck never leaves. It's kind of nice to be all under the same roof, after all.

And maybe they start to actually talk about why they broke up. Why Tommy was scared. Why Buck rushed into the idea of potential marriage down the line and moving in without saying I love you first. Talk about all the baking and talk about the bubbling.

They're reluctant at first to try to make up; try to date. Because what if it doesn't work out again? And where would that leave the kid?

While they figure themselves out, another devastating thing hits them. The kid? He is predisposed to cancer, and he gets juvenile leukemia.

And you're probably thinking it's going to be Buck. Buck's going to be the donor again. And he's also going to have to go through what his parents had all those years ago.

But.

He's not a match.

Buck is not a match.

But Tommy is.

And it's this whole vortex of unpacking childhood trauma while coming together for this kid that's just really become part of their lives. And it works out because I can't bring myself to not let it work out, but it's a lot.

And by the end of it, after the kid is in remission, after everything, they admit it. They admit they want this. They want to be together. They want to be a couple. They want to be a family with this kid.

And it's beautiful.

[jeonsblackgf-writes]

Every inch of you | Eddie Munson

summary: you’re insecure about yourself after having a baby. as your husband, its eddie’s job to reassure you no matter what.

warnings: none

word count: 2,554

pairing: Eddie Munson x black!reader

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The soft hum of a lullaby drifted through the room, a faint melody playing from the baby monitor on the dresser. The night outside was still, the only light in the room coming from the soft glow of the nightlight beside the crib. The baby, barely a few weeks old, lay in her crib, her tiny form curled up in the soft blankets.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, your eyes staring down at the remnants of your pregnancy—your body having undergone so much in the past months. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of disconnection, a weight on your heart that wasn’t from exhaustion, but from something deeper. You’d just given birth to your beautiful daughter, but somehow, looking at yourself in the mirror, you didn’t feel like you recognized the woman staring back at you. Your body had changed. You weren’t the same, and though you knew you shouldn’t feel this way, you couldn’t stop the insecurity from bubbling to the surface.

A soft knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts.

“Hey, you good?” Eddie’s voice called, the warmth of his tone doing little to quell the storm inside your mind.

You sighed, wiping your hand over your face. “Yeah, just… just tired.”

The door creaked open, and Eddie stepped inside, his eyes immediately finding yours. His dark hair was messy, his usual wild curls even more chaotic after a long day of being up with the baby. He wore a faded band tee and a pair of loose jeans, but it was the way he moved—slow and deliberate—that made you pause. You had always noticed how gentle he was with you, but these past weeks, as new parents, you’d seen a side of him that made your heart swell.

Eddie’s brown eyes softened as he took in the sight of you sitting there, lost in thought. His gaze flickered to the baby, then back to you. Without a word, he crossed the room, sitting next to you on the bed.

“Hey,” he said quietly, his hand gently brushing against your back as he reached for you. “You okay?”

You didn’t answer right away, instead, you looked at the baby—your baby—her tiny chest rising and falling with each soft breath. She had Eddie’s eyes, dark and intense, and your skin—smooth, rich, and radiant. You loved her more than anything. But still… you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had lost something in the process.

“I just… I don’t know, Eddie.” Your voice cracked, and you felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “I just don’t feel like me anymore.”

Eddie’s hand was now resting on your knee, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just letting you process what you were feeling. He knew you were overwhelmed, but he also knew that this was something you’d have to work through in your own time. The one thing he was sure of, though, was that you didn’t have to do it alone.

“Listen to me, okay?” Eddie said softly, his voice steady and comforting. “You are more than just your body. You’re… everything to me. And you’re everything to our daughter.”

You met his gaze, and something in his eyes made your heart twist—soft, sincere, and full of love.

“I know you’re probably not feeling the greatest about everything right now. You’re adjusting, just like I am. But—” He stopped, his words a little more playful, his lips curling up at the edges. “—you’re still the woman I fell in love with. The one with that amazing smile, and the way you laugh when you think something is funny, even when it’s a little dumb. You’re still you, babe.”

A laugh escaped your lips at his words, but it was tinged with sorrow. “I just feel like I’m not—”

“You’re still beautiful.” Eddie interrupted gently. “You’re the most beautiful woman I know, and I don’t mean that just because you’re my wife. I mean it in every possible way.” He took your hand in his, his thumb brushing the top of your knuckles. “I can see it, in the way you hold our daughter, the way you care for her, how gentle you are with her, even when you’re completely exhausted. You’re perfect to me. And you’re perfect for her.

You swallowed hard, the tears you’d been trying to hold back threatening to spill over. “I don’t feel perfect. I don’t even feel like myself right now, Eddie.”

He let out a soft breath, his thumb rubbing over your hand in slow, tender motions. His gaze never left yours, the love in his eyes so raw and true that it made your chest tighten.

“I get it,” Eddie said, his voice low and sincere. “But what I see in you, babe… it’s not just your body. I mean, you’ve got the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen, but it’s more than that. It’s the way you care, the way you love with everything you have. The way you put everyone else’s needs first. I’ve never seen anyone more selfless, and more… incredible than you.”

You shook your head gently, feeling the weight of his words, but still unsure of yourself. “I’ve changed, Eddie. I don’t look the same. I don’t feel the same.”

Eddie moved closer to you, his hand on your cheek now, his thumb gently wiping away a tear that had slipped down your face.

“You’ve had a baby, sweetheart.” He smiled softly, his lips brushing against your forehead as he whispered, ���That’s gonna change things. But that doesn’t mean you’re any less of the woman I love. You know that, right?”

You nodded, but your eyes fell to the blankets, the weight of your thoughts still clouding your mind. Eddie’s finger lifted your chin so that you were forced to meet his gaze.

“Look at me,” he said softly, his voice steady and reassuring. “You’re not alone in this. And I’m not going anywhere. I’m here, every step of the way. You’re perfect, just as you are, and that’s how I see you. Always.”

His hand slid from your cheek down to your collarbone, his fingers gently tracing the soft curves of your body. “I see you, all of you. And you’re more beautiful than you’ve ever been.”

The words settled in your chest like a warm balm, and you let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes as you leaned into him. Eddie’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, and for the first time in weeks, you felt a wave of peace wash over you.

The room was quiet for a moment, save for the sound of your baby’s soft, steady breathing. You rested your head on Eddie’s shoulder, letting his warmth envelop you. He wasn’t pushing, just letting you be. And somehow, in that moment, you knew he was right. You were still you.

“I love you,” you whispered, your voice muffled against his chest.

Eddie kissed the top of your head, his hand running gently through your hair. “I love you more than you’ll ever know. And nothing, not even time, can change that.”

You stayed like that for a while, in the quiet stillness of the night, wrapped in each other’s arms. With Eddie by your side, you could face anything, even the uncertainty that came with motherhood and the changes in your body.

And when you looked at your daughter, peacefully sleeping in her crib, you realized that this new chapter—this beautiful, chaotic, life-changing chapter—was something you could navigate, with Eddie and your little girl by your side.

The room was peaceful now, the baby monitor quietly hums as you and Eddie sat together in the dim light. The quiet, soft breathing of your daughter, still in her crib, was the only sound that filled the space, but you felt like the air between you and Eddie was thick with something deeper, something comforting.

Eddie’s hand still rested on your knee, his fingers occasionally brushing against the skin of your leg as he just… sat with you. He didn’t say anything more at first, but his presence was enough. You could feel his steady heartbeat, the calm energy that radiated from him. He was here, with you, and somehow that made all the difference.

You leaned into him a little more, letting his warmth seep into you, feeling the comfort of his embrace, as though he was giving you the strength to keep going, even when you felt like you didn’t have enough.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, the words falling out before you could stop them. You weren’t even sure why you felt the need to apologize. “I’ve just been… so hard on myself.”

Eddie shook his head gently, a soft laugh escaping his lips as he leaned back against the headboard, pulling you into his side even more. “You don’t have to apologize for that. You’ve been through a lot.” His fingers brushed your hair back from your face, his touch gentle, like he was trying to smooth away every worry you had. “You’re allowed to feel whatever you’re feeling right now. You just had a baby.”

You nodded but couldn’t quite look at him. The insecurity still lingered, despite his words. Your body had changed, and you couldn’t help but feel like a stranger in your own skin.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” Eddie said suddenly, his voice low, almost like he was speaking to himself. He was looking down at you now, his hand resting on your lower back, the touch grounding you, reminding you that you weren’t alone in this.

“I feel anything but incredible,” you murmured.

“You are,” he repeated, more firmly this time. “I’ve seen you grow, not just as a woman, but as a mother, and honestly, I’m in awe of you.”

The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard. You looked up at him then, finding him staring at you with so much tenderness that it made your heart ache in the best way. His dark eyes were soft, filled with admiration and love. He wasn’t just talking about your looks—he was talking about the person you were. The mother of his child. The woman who made him feel whole.

“Eddie…” You trailed off, not sure how to respond, but his fingers on your chin coaxed you to look up at him fully.

“I mean it, babe,” he said, his voice hushed. “I’ve never seen anyone do what you’ve done with so much grace. So much strength. You brought our daughter into this world—into our world—and you’re doing it with a love that’s so… so fierce.”

You swallowed, feeling the tightness in your chest again. It wasn’t just from the exhaustion anymore. It was the realization that maybe, just maybe, Eddie was right. Maybe you could give yourself some grace too.

“Look at you,” Eddie continued softly, his hand gently cupping your face. “You’re sitting here, taking care of us, still managing to look after her, and I can’t even begin to tell you how much I love you for it. You’re beautiful inside and out.”

His thumb stroked the curve of your cheek, a subtle reminder of just how much he adored you. You felt your breath hitch, the emotional weight of everything—of motherhood, of the changes in your body, and of the love you felt for him and your daughter—felt so overwhelming in the best way.

“Eddie, I…” You stopped yourself, not quite sure how to express what you were feeling. “I’m scared sometimes. That I won’t look the same. Or that I won’t be enough. That I won’t… be the wife or the mother you deserve.”

Eddie’s expression softened even more, and his voice was thick with emotion when he spoke next. “Stop it,” he said gently but firmly. “You are everything I need. And every part of you is exactly what I want. I don’t care if your body’s different, or if you feel a little lost right now. You’ve given me the best gift I could ever ask for: you gave me our daughter, and you’re everything she’s ever going to need.”

His words hit deep. You had known how much he loved the baby. But hearing him say that he loved you—all of you, changes and insecurities and all—was something else entirely.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Eddie continued, his lips brushing against your temple as he kissed your skin softly. “I’m right here, with you, always.”

You pressed your face against his chest then, not saying anything for a long moment, just feeling the rise and fall of his breath. Eddie wrapped his arms tighter around you, pulling you closer, as if to emphasize his words.

“You’ve got this, baby. You’ve always had this. You’re not alone.”

You closed your eyes, taking in the sound of his steady heartbeat. You knew he meant it. And in that moment, you realized that, while it was okay to feel uncertain and vulnerable, you had something—someone—who made it easier. Eddie had always been your rock. He always would be.

“I love you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, but Eddie heard it, as if the words were a promise that everything would be okay.

He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment before he answered.

“I love you more than anything.”

The silence between you both felt like a soft cocoon, a quiet assurance that you could take on whatever came next—together.

You sat there for a while, just holding each other, until the baby’s soft cry interrupted the peace. It wasn’t urgent, but Eddie immediately rose from the bed, moving with the same care as he always did when it came to his daughter.

“I’ve got her,” Eddie said, his voice gentle. “You stay right here. Get some rest.”

You watched him, your heart swelling as he carefully lifted the baby from her crib, holding her close to his chest. There was something so beautiful about the way Eddie interacted with your daughter. He was calm, nurturing, and oh-so-patient. Watching him with her made your heart overflow with a different kind of love.

As he cradled her in his arms, rocking her back and forth, you couldn’t help but smile.

Eddie caught your gaze, a mischievous glint in his eyes despite the tenderness of the moment. “I swear, I’m gonna make you fall in love with me all over again if you keep looking at me like that.”

You laughed softly, the sound light and carefree as you nodded. “Already did.”

Eddie smiled back at you, but it wasn’t just a smile. It was the kind of smile that spoke of a deep, unshakeable connection—the kind that only grew stronger with time.

As you watched him with your daughter, you realized something: You had everything you needed. Your body might not feel like it used to, and you might have moments of doubt, but Eddie was right there by your side. And that was all that mattered.

Together, the three of you were unstoppable. And maybe, just maybe, that was the most beautiful thing of all.

[realtalk127]

thinking about how saranrae came to exandria and started a family.

how on the one hand it's beautiful and sweet. she assumed a mortal form and loved mortals so much that she couldn't help but love a few of them in particular.

but at the same time.

she knew. she knew what she was. she knew what she was here for. she knew the plan. she knew it couldn't last.

so is it beautiful or is it cruel? i genuinely don't know. it might be both.

[cryptocism]

"just as I did, in 1983."

you'd never know my favourite parts of the show are the fucked up insane bits when my first instinct is to draw the cheesiest thing imaginable

[aeb-art]

here's a continuation of this comic. it ended up kinda long so the full thing is under the cut

yeah these two immediately forgot that there are other people in the room lmao

[greenswing]

Things

[bipedalcapybara]

Retreat to the covers from the sound of the rain.

[babooshkart]

Draco slows at the perfect moment, gliding up the gentle slope behind the cottage, and then Ron’s running toward them, whooping, and the bike is safely out from under their feet. Harry gets his arms around Draco’s waist and gives him a sloppy kiss on the cheek, Ron’s arm brushing against him where it’s slung around Draco’s shoulders, and he knows just from how they move that Ron’s kissing his temple.

commission from @dodgerkedavra for their fic Bike Dream for @dronarryfest 2024 💕✨ This was a joy to work on (look at their happy faces!!!) and the fic is a real treat 🥹💕 y’all gotta go read and lay in bed to giggle and kick your feet ok

[liquidstar]

this is so sweet what if i cried

[pallanophblargh]

I’m gonna have to accept my brain may always be soup at this point. But it beats feeling tortured all the time?

Anyway, pointless tattoo plotting. For myself. I don’t think it’s wise to consider what is basically an upper arm sleeve for my first, but it’s fantasy land if it’s just in the sketchbook and honestly? Anything to kick at the art block.

It’s all birds: blue Jay and Baltimore oriole, with fresh spring green ash leaves and an autumnal red oak. And maybe a hexagon in there somewhere, I can’t sort that out.

Anyway, this would encapsulate a lot of my favorite things in one go. All that’s missing is bugs! And a loon and pines, but that’s going on the other arm!

Maybe it’s futile to say this, but this humble scribble is for my use only.

[snixx]

nina salazar-roberts is such a beautiful case study in comphet and I genuinely think her arc deserves so more appreciation

[v3lnys]

WAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH CELE.....

he's alive!!!!!