#its not me but. its my skin yaknow

[girlboyburger]

made a little sheet for my new minecraft skin !!

stick wielding critter >:]

🌱🌿🌳

[5-htagonist]

the boondocks is so good. i dont know what black american archetypal character is missing from that show other than ahhh favorable portrayals of black queerness but 2005 (presumably) cishet man creation so you know how that goes.

[biohazard-inevitable]

Okay so I know I dont normally do suggestive or nsfw style posts on here but I just HAD to release this thought into the wild

So- I REALLY like frobin as a ship right? Water 7/Enies Lobby is my favorite arc because of them and they made me fall in love with the ship but ALSO:

Consider.

Frobin. PEGGING. FROM BEHIND.

okay okay so hear me out

First of all, to me frobin is significantly t4t because as a trans guy i just project onto both of them so much just a whole *points* transgender beam. (Robin she/her, Franky He/Him)

But anyways, back to the main thought- which is frobin pegging.

Franky bottoms, first of all, and Robin for SURE PEGS (though she also recieves sometimes but franky is at MOST a service top) BUT ALSO, i think they do it from behind a lot.

Franky’s favorite position with Robin is doggy style when hes on bottom because for him, its the most intimate position.

Think about it, his ENTIRE front is bulletproof metal with some of the most advanced tech in the world, but his back is still tender, probably scarred flesh from the accident. The train didn’t stop when it ran him over, his body was so horribly mangled by it theres certain to be scars. He couldnt modify his back like he did his front, and we all know how vulnerable he is from attacks from behind, so him willingly showing his back to robin during sex is so- AHHWVSHHAGVDBSBSBSBSGSGHSSH to me yaknow?

Thinking about how most of his senses are probably numbed by the metal, but hes hypersensitive along his back so he can feel every tender, feather-light touch and kiss from Robin tracing down every faded scar that marks his skin like a warzone. She has the number memorized, but she’d never tell, its one of her many secrets.

Franky feels penetration more too from back there, so she takes it nice and easy with him.

They’re so soft and gentle during these moments, and for once franky’s voice is meek and quiet, whispering pleads and begs for more love from the archaeologist who he met at one of her lowest points

Ugh gods im sick for them, im pathetic even, i’ve never loved a het ship more than i do them

[tai-janai]

Tearing my skin off right now, I loveloveloveLOVE Epic the Musical, I know the Wisdom saga came out recently but I crave moree.

Contrarian is definitely Hermes vibes all around, Hunted’s Scylla because of those survival lyrics, and either Stubborn or Cheated is wet Hades Poseidon, Stubborn due to the grit and ruthlessness, and Cheated because of the pettiness.

oh i had some things written

scylla actually reminded me of broken, "drown in your sorrow and tears" and "we are the same you and i" make me think of him (i see the survival thing but i also cant imagine hunted attacking someone in the same way she did. like thats not in his nature)

i had cold as poseidon cause hes weird and ruthless and wet

i made cheated eurylochus yaknow. for being betrayed and never winning

ody himself flipflops between hero and skeptic

hunted to me was the prophet (dont recall the name) (maybe its because its my favorite song but) more than anyone he feels like the future predicting type (and his funny way of talking)

smitten was both polites and penelope in my head? (sometimes penelope is just a princess) and demo hero is sometimes telemachus.

but i am working on something or other that may or may not have some voices in a song form or something idk

[intolerable-sushi]

i have a beta prompt

Fem! Beta is in highschool and she is a bad bitch who is seductive,goth and sarcastic and isn't afraid of insult anyone who try to abuse or bully her for be a beta. but she is very oblivious and don't notice how she have some of students with the eyes on her as a potential mate/couple

Valeria couldn't help but bristle as she walked down the crowded hallway. Everyone was talking amongst themselves by their lockers or outside their respective class. No one was out right looking at her, but she could feel their eyes. If she was anyone else she could brush it off as paranoia, but considering her way of dress and her second gender, she knew people were looking.

Valeria dressed in all black every day without fail. At the moment she was wearing a calf length dress, and a corset around her waist. Her makeup was simple with black lipstick and eyeliner. Most people found her style odd, or a little disturbing if she choose to were any of her bone necklaces. Being a Beta didn't really help either, as betas were actually a rarity in this district, with most attending an all beta school on the other side of the town. So Valeria stuck out like a sore thumb.

But Valeria didn't really care for the opinion of her peers or anyone for that matter. She learned at young age that she had to stick up for not only herself, but her fellow Betas. Alphas and Omegas would look for any reason to mock or harass them anyway, so what did their sneers and whispers matter. She was doing just fine with her small circle of friends. It was her last year any way, so she wouldn't have to deal with the stares and whispers for much longer.

"Valeria!! Valeria, slow done!!" The sound of running feet echoed through the hallway as the feminine voice called after her. Valeria turned to see a young beta stopping in front of her panting. "Geeze, why do you walk so fast?! Class isn't for another 10 minutes, you need to relax, honestly!"

"Good morning to you too, Cassie" Valeria said with an amused smirk. Cassie was the complete opposite of Valeria in both style and personality. Young with a face full of freckles and a smile that has burned the eyes of any who gaze upon it to long, Cassie has been mistaken for a Omega many times. Her short stature and her playful clothes didn't help her either. The duck patterned dressed she had decided to wear that day told everyone that her personality was a near replica of Mabel Pines. Cassie was also a social butterfly, flittering to a fro, from one group to another getting all the latest gossip and learning all the details she could about her classmates. She would often rave to Valeria about whatever people talked about, whether that be about a new book someone was reading, or about the latest relationship drama that has captured the school's attention. Valeria honestly zoned out most of the time and just let the junior go on.

"Hey, are you listening to me?!"

Ah, she had zoned out again. Valeria refocused to see Cassie with her cheeks puffed out, as she did when she was annoyed.

"As I was saying, you are way to tense! Even with the scent blockers I could smell you from the other side of the hall. Their still serving breakfast we should go grab some." Cassie suggested as the two began walking towards the cafeteria.

"Sorry, I'm just- I'm kind of- UGH! I'm so tired of all the stares and whispers. Normally its fine, or whatever yaknow. But, ah- I don't know, its getting under my skin today." Valeria ranted. She couldn't help but glance at the other students that they passed. Something just felt off today, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

" I mean, I won't lie to you and say people don't talk. They do, but that's just how people are. Also they actually aren't saying anything bad. No one really knows how to approach you so they talk amongst themselves," Cassie explained as she patted Valeria on the back, " I have some folks I want to introduce you to, you'll love them I promise. It'll help clear a lot of this up." Valeria looked at Cassie with a raised eyebrow. That's probably why everyone was acting off. Most of the folks here can't hide a secret to save their life, their scents give them away almost immediately. Valeria guessed that Cassie's little planned had spread throughout the school and everyone was waiting with baited breathe to see her reaction. Valeria could feel a headache coming on as she began to regret getting up that morning.

"It'll be fine I promise!!" Cassie almost squealed as she dragged Valeria into the cafeteria. Cassie stopped as they passed the doors and scanned the area before she continued to drag Valeria over to a table full of people.

As they sat down Valeria recognized the people at the table. Callum and Jacob, two alphas, and Bella and Amy, two Omegas. Callum was a tall even for an Alpha, but was a bit scrawny. He was quiet and hunched over to make himself smaller. It made sense since he often looked angry when he's actually nervous. Valeria had a class with him last year, and once the two had gotten comfortable Callum was nice enough, so she didn't really mind his presence.

Jacob was the poster child for what people believe an Alpha should be. He was tall, buff, and loud. From the few conversations Valeria has had with him, he mainly just talked about sports. He wasn't rude, just not the type person she would spend her time with.

Amy had a personality similar to Cassie. A social butterfly who talked to anyone and everyone making her very popular. She was a bit tall for an Omega and very toned from being in the cheerleading squad. She was also very assertive when it comes to something she wanted, but she was overall very kind from what Valeria has heard.

Valeria didn't know much about Bella as she was a junior like Cassie. She was quiet, quieter than Callum. Even as Valeria sat down she could see the young girl shrink further into her hoodie. She appeared rather nervous to be around Valeria. She felt a little bad for scaring the poor girl.

"Good morning, guys!!!" Cassie chirped as Valeria mumbled a good morning. A chorus of good mornings rang out from around the table before Cassie, Amy and Jacob began to talk amongst themselves.

"Hello, Valeria. It's nice to see you again." said Callum, giving Valeria a small smile.

Valeria gave a polite smile in return. " Hello Callum, how have you been?"

Callum shrugged in response. "I've been alright. Not much going on. I actually wanted to ask if y-"

"Valeria!! We're heading to the park after school today. Why don't you join us? We can even grab a bite to eat after." Amy interrupts. She looks up at Valeria with puppy dog eyes. Valeria's nose began to burn as Amy's scent began to invade her nostrils. It was sweet like poppy flowers and perfume.

Valeria turned her head, " Thanks, but no thanks. I've gotta sign up for tutoring today, and I'll be busy after school in the next few weeks."

Amy seemed to deflate at that. Her scent dulled a little and some of the sweetness disappeared. Valeria couldn't help but be puzzled by Amy's change in scent, was she that upset?

"Aw come on, Val," Valeria nose scrunched at the nickname, "you barely hang out with anyone outside of school. Live a little!" Jacob said as he leaned forward with a smirk. Valeria could feel a snarl building up in the back or her throat. Of course he assumed she didn't hang out with anyone, typical Alpha.

" I DO hang out with people outside of school. I just don't hang out with you. Is that why you assume I'm just some friendless loser? That this was some olive branch to the Beta freak? I should have known." Valeria sneered.

Jacob's face fell, " No, wait, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that-"

"Save it. I'm heading to class." Valeria got up, sling her bag over her shoulder before stalking out of the Cafeteria.

The group watched Valeria leave in silence. "Nice going Jacob." Amy hissed as he put his face in his hands.

"Hey, come on guys. Valeria is just a bit high strung. I'll talk to her later. It just takes time for her to warm up to people." Cassie said trying to calm down the distraught group.

"Does she really hate us that much?" Bella finally spoke up, eyes on the brink of tears.

Cassie let out a sigh as she rubbed her hands together, "She doesn't hate you. She just has a hard time trusting Alphas and Omegas. There are a lot of people who haven't really been kind to her, or any of us really. So she has a lot of walls up, and she's pretty protective." Cassie explained.

The group let out a collective sigh. The atmosphere became tense with Valeria's departure as Callum and Amy quietly seethed at Jacob. The group weren't really friends with each other, and were only together for one reason and one reason only; to gain Valeria's attention and affections. They couldn't really do it alone, as Valeria would politely rebuff them. Cassie, being the romantic that she was, offered to help them get into Valeria's good graces and then back off from there. So, really they were all in competition with each other, and it was a waiting game to see if Valeria would reciprocate any of there feelings.

[dear-god-christ-in-hell]

things you need to have in your car

according to an american (sadly) psa i have a messy ass car but ive been a scout and have been driving since well below driving age and even if my car (and life) is a mess i never seem to Not Have What I Need in an emergency.

jumper cables - if you need the zooms or some1 else does

jerrycan (gas can, etc whatever your state calls it) - for walkin down the road bc you forgot to get gas

water - drank

some snackies - personal preference is good as long as shelf stable if unopened bc god forbid your stuck without snackies

1st aid kit - for boo boos and owies

pen - for some reason at some point you will need to write that one thing down

sunglasses - the sun is a deadly lazer

chargers for stuff and things - dead phone? dead smoking device? dead vibrator? not a problem if you have the charger

back up of meds - whether is tylenol or lexapro maybe just make sure you have it

earing backs - if you have holes in your skin you know how crucial it is too have the stoppers

safety pins - you will thank me when you need a small sharp and long object, when your clothes rip, when you lose a lobe piercing, and when you need to use a carabineer but dont have one

a completely closed off space - if a cop wanna look they have to have a warrant, keep your drugs safe and put it in a box or bag

your fucking inhaler - if you need one like half the time you bros dont got it and we just want you to breathe

extra clothes - and i mean tits to toes, an entire outfit, folded, you can usually fix a spare set of clothes in a ziplock or walmart bag but always, ALWAYS, have a spare set of clothes, that means shirt pants bra underwear socks and hat if you fuckin so please even shoes are a good idea.

spare shoes - see my last point

if you have penis and do the sex, condoms - even in a world with birth control you still have STIs and condoms are easy and effective and even if you dont have penis but have the sex.... prolly still something handy

headphones - idgaf if they are wired or got a fuckin tail or whatever but overstimulation and/or bored happens to everyone

flashlight - its dark like at least once every day

pad/tampons for those who have uterus - blood is only good for attracting vampires and sharks and were talking about cars so i assume were not out at sea (same as b4 even if you dont have the uterus you can still have these and might be a good idea)

blanket - cold , and who knows maybe you get lucky or have a picnic (subjective on if getting lucky means a picnic)

coat - have you seen some of the weathers gdamn its throwing a tantrum every half hour who knows whatll happen next

zipties or ropes of some sort - THIS IS NOT FOR SERIAL KILLING TYPE SHIT none of that nonsense no. from working in construction tho and having a giant thing of zip ties spill in my car and having to have rope on me for prior stated i will say; its very useful to have. if i need shit to stay together it fuckin stay. rope works for more sitiuations especially with a utility knife but ive also been ok figuring it out with zipties

multipuropse tool or whatever tf theyre called - yaknow the fuckers with can openers, knifes, screw drivers, and whatever. get a good one and keep it in the door of your car, thank me l8r

[wendell-or-something]

I'm going into bitch mode for a moment.

idk how it is on desktop but I despise tumblr's new thing that it's doing for videos, or when you tap an image to see it in isolation.

on videos: where's my fucking pause button. literally the most basic of creature comforts... how wretched does your mind have to be to deprive people of that. I already fucking hate that every video auto plays, so if you want to show it to someone, or if you initially had your sound off (my default) then you have to pause and manually haul that shit back to the beginning if you want to actually watch it. but yaknow what? never fucking mind! videos literally don't matter to me on tumblr anymore! if I have to sit through the whole god damn video, or finagle it into my likes where the video player does fucking work, that's officially too much effort, and I'll not be engaging with video content on this pants shitting website anymore.

as for the images... having a giant blurred version of the same image behind the thing you're looking at just plainly sucks ass. it is ugly and distracting. disgusting graphic design choice, literally makes my skin crawl. zero benefit, the UI makes me mad to look at now. it's like seeing an animal in a glue trap, I want to release it from its suffering.

[femmeterypolka]

i can't even decide if i like the aesthetic of the last dinner party separate from the music (which is fine. there are lots of good hooks. the bridge of "nothing matters" is probably the best moment on that whole album. those twenty seconds are awesome. that probably sounds backhanded but i mean that). the fun campy gothicness just kind of feels shallow when it's paired with a lot of really on-the-nose hyper-trendy elements. like wowww you listen to red scare that's crazy. you're talking about the male gaze and shit but i'm not getting how you *feel,* yaknow. i feel like you're just like. stating these things. and they're not intense enough that you can just be blunt and deadpan about it and get the feeling across. i think the reason this kind of gets under my skin is that i like over-dramatic femininity and maximalism and the gothic. i like all those things quite a lot. but i think a lot of trendy things which incorporate those motifs kind of just do it in a way which feels very surface-level, i guess? not saying i really know how to make it work better, not saying i could do better myself, not saying everything has to be For Me. and i do not think this popular social media band is For Me despite how much it wants to appeal to my demographic. despite its aspirations to queer "female gaze" femininity and feminine rage and sexuality it all feels so clean. sparkly. marketable. and that's not how those things feel To Me. which. again. that's a Me Issue. Maybe this is like. the taste equivalent of the uncanny valley. something is coming close to scratching an itch but not actually scratching it. like the first verse of "portrait of a dead girl" is *almost* salcore (in a very different way than i think the songwriter intended) but it falls apart because it doesn't feel like its committing to the bit. like your appeal to something archaic by describing your feeling as "like one of those portraits / Of women protected by a beast on a chain / They look so safe / A guard dog built just for her" but i think making this a simile kind of undercuts it (as well as the use of "they" and "her." there's not enough here to make depersonalization a theme so the third person pronouns don't really work for me). it just distances the listener from the emotion. you want me to live in this glam goth world you've constructed for the album yet you're too scared to really get weird with it. i think i just have to make these things myself but i'm not good at poetry or writing music. i'm not even very good at just bitching about art. i feel so incoherent. can't i just "not like something" and move the fuck on. Abigail Morris' very slight femmestache and unshaven pits are cunty as fuck though. that's awesome. she's so pretty i need to steal her skin or kill myself in front of her or something

i once again have mixed feelings about a popular thing

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

no one asked but here's my opinion anyways

things i hate seeing in fanfic [CW: i'm mean]

uwu shy smol reader: what.

gn!reader!! and then reader is not gender neutral: is it hard. is it so fucking hard for you. please log out for me

fem!reader with no tag/no warning: shut the fuck up shit the fuck up shut the fuck up. do you know people who aren't women exist. did you know that the world does not revolve around you? its not hard, it's 2 words, 10 letters. you are terminally stupid.

no commas: why,,,, why....

reader is completely helpless and useless: why would anyone want this???? please get some self respect

abusive/toxic relationships, with no tag: yeah thanks i love being abused by my favorite character this is so nice. unless you like angst why would you want this?? ah uh yeah, this character would totally abuse you and manipulate you <3 because that's just so them <333 yes this is totally canon and plausible wdym? <3333

"hey can reader do anything dominant or like be confident or assertive" no lol! this character who is dominant cannot not be in control! they will literally do anything to have the higher ground!! they will wrestle any bit of control out of your hands! and also they'll make fun of you and you will be all blushy and flustered an like "n-no character!! stoppp *uwu eyes*": what. are you okay? this is not healthy behavior i don't think

this character has 1 (one) personality trait and that is that they are incredibly mean and do not respect you as a human being!! you are nothing but a plaything to them! they are incapable of positive emotions!: i'm 90% sure this is some weird kink thing. also, why would you want this in a relationship.

character is mean to you and reader does nothing: no tf? i'm beating they ass. no one is allowed to disrespect me especially not my damn s/o

reader is so small and short and frail and petite and weak!! character needs to protect them!!!: stereotypes about a certain body type that piss me off

reader is flustered easily: it's really fucking annoying to me, idk why, honestly.

reader blushes: i'm black. people who are not pale read fanfic too yaknow. it's really not hard to just?? not write that??? you can be bashful/embarrassed/flustered in other ways

sub and/or bottom reader not being tagged: you are stupid. also, why is it always sub reader? why is it always bdsm? why the fuck

obviously, there are exceptions to each of these!

and authors are totally free to write what they want! i'd just like some sort of warning first before reading anything like this.

also, i'm confused on writers making it a point that reader is very much weaker/less smart (in any way) than the characters. if a character is super strong or intelligent, realistically reader would be less so. but why would you go out of your way to emphasize that? and why would you want this? you could literally be anything, the possibilities are endless, and you choose this?

these are almost all about annoying incompetent y/ns and unhealthy relationships

Simple: black people don't exist ❤️

In all seriousness I try to avoid certain troupes in my writing or at least try an justify what the reader does. I love angry or wild characters but I also like rational ones or MCS that have a feel or personality to them. For example this MC isn't shy, but it wouldn't be wise to start anything right now because of X or maybe they'll get revenge later.

As for nsfw I feel like ppl immediately assume bottom=sub when service tops and power bottoms exist. I usually write MC as a switch that can go either depending on my mood cause it's so boring if you just stick to one imo.

And the skin tones... I come from a mixed af family and have some black sisters that have a hard time finding content for them. It's why I try and keep MC as neutral as possible. Hell, my ocs are alien monsters that are cold-blooded they can't blush. So unless stated otherwise MC is completely up to the readers interpretation: Pale, Dark, Scaly, ect. For much more monstrous mcs that require more descriptions I tag it as monster mc.

My advice for people who dont really know how to write neutral. Describe actions or feeling of an MC that would make sense. Rather than blush why not say "they felt a little flustered/off guard" or "a flustered expression crosses their face." Try not to describe hair, and if you mention it even for a second, let people know.

As for characterizing MCS. It's okay to want to make a Mary sue or a weaker MC, as long as it's written well.

Give your readers a choice. "You decided to to punch them, whether it's because your exhausted or they're not worth the trouble, you don't know." Or give a bit of vague backstory. "You remember what happens if you stay out to long. Best to keep quiet/get home/be wary."

You can leave your readers or mcs backstory up to interpretation for the reader and hey is you get comments on your fics or discussions about then, like for example Food Truck Yuu/Beast Tamer Yuu then you can incorporate it into your work as people all decided to agree on what character they want to be. This way it doesn't feel like someone's OC but rather, developed instead.

Idk sorry for the weird rant advice it's just my take. Even I mess up sometimes you know?

[teeth-farie]

Kinktober Day 3: Impact Play

Mammon/GN Reader

☞. . . This one turned out a little longer, oops!

The brothers seemed to listen to punishment better when it was dealt by your hands. It started with when you snapped at them, raising your voice and putting them in their place purely with shock. Whatever they did wrong, they fixed it that day. Mammon…Mammon was a little different. He’d much rather deal with a punishment from you than Lucifer, though that didn’t keep him from his usual shenanigans. Eventually, stern talking to’s weren’t cutting it.

“Mammon, I have reason to believe you’ve been selling my things.” You haven’t even raised your voice, and Mammon resembles a kicked puppy. “Lectures haven’t been cutting it, I’m going to start taking physical measures with you.” The low lights of your bedroom highlight that pang of fear almost perfectly. It’s gone before it came. “Yeah, yeah, go ahead and tie me up already.”

You rummage around your wooden chest, retrieving something sleek and dark. “Actually, no. I’m going to punish you the way humans do.” You sit down on the edge of your bed, setting the paddle within your reach. Mammon swallows thickly, heat blooming on his face. “I-I mean, y-you,”

��Over my knees, this is your punishment.”

Mammon slowly shuffles over, averting his eyes every time he finds you still staring at him. “S’ weird,” he grumbles, yet he bends over your lap nonetheless, crossing his arms in front of himself. Just the feeling of your hand on his back makes him jump. You guide your hand down his tailbone, resting it on his rear. “I won’t start with the paddle just yet.”

Oddly enough, Mammon finds himself a little disappointed. That disappointment fades with the first hit, the fabric of his jeans cushioning the full force of your hand. He hides his face in his arms, biting down on his bottom lip. You hit again, dissatisfied with the lack of sting. “I’m pulling your pants down.”

“Wha-!”

You reach under him, where his crotch presses against your thighs and flick open his button. It takes a few tugs to get his tight jeans off, yet Mammon makes no effort to get away from you. You pull his jeans down under his ass, exposing black underwear. You decide to keep his underwear on him, if only to spare him from a complete strip of dignity.

The next spank is far more satisfying, a resounding slap! echoing from your palm. Mammon yelps, legs kicking out behind him. “That’s one,” you reel your hand back and hit again, slapping under his thighs. It elicits a high whimper this time, muffled by his arms. “Two,” he gasps out without your prompting. You raise a brow, a smirk spreading on your lips. “That’s right, go ahead and keep counting.” You punctuate your sentences with a few more spanks, focusing on his right cheek. “Ow! Three! F-four, five!”

“Tell me what you did wrong, why you’re here.”

Mammon swallows, panting in the crevice of his elbows, his hot breath fanning back at him. “I-I took your stuff.” He keens as you grab the lean fat of his ass, squeezing it between your fingers before spanking finally again. “Sixxx,” he practically drools, cursing himself at the interested twitch his dick gives. “Hm, you don’t seem too sorry,” you sigh with mock disappointment.

The shuffling clues Mammon in that you’ve grabbed the paddle, a surge of fear and excitement pooling in his chest.

You rest the paddle on his ass, the resin cool against his heated skin. It’s about the same color as his underwear, a smooth voided black. Mammon braces himself, lurching forward when the paddle comes down on his ass with a thwack!

“Fucking—seven!”

Thwack! Smack!

“E-eight, nine! M’sorry, I’m sorry!”

You put as much force into the next hit as you can, an actual moan slipping from his lips. “Ten,” he croaks, and it’s abundantly clear how hard he is, straining in his underwear. Mammon’s shaking violently, stomach clenching with his wracking body. He feels like he’s on fire, and you didn’t even smack his bare flesh. “You did good, you took your punishment like a good boy.” Your praise coats his senses like a balm, and Mammon feels like he’s floating. “M’good?” He slurs, feeling loose and unscrewed from his body when you begin guiding him back up.

He slumps against your lap again, clinging onto your shoulders. “Yes, you are! Punishment’s over, it’s all done.” You lean forward and press a kiss to his forehead.

Mammon melts, lips parting in a whimper. “How about we take care of this now?” You ask gently, pressing a fingertip to the swollen tip of his cock. He groans, weakly rutting his hips up. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he stutters, his head thumping onto your shoulder. You keep rubbing him through his underwear, tapping the little puddle of sticky fluid building at its peak. Mammon’s breath is hot against your neck, his drool collecting in the crook of your shoulder.

You begin pumping him to the best of your ability, yet he doesn’t seem to mind the restricted mobility. His toes curl in his boots, fingers squeezing tighter into the meat of your arms. “S’good, so good,” his stomach tightens, a warmth pooling below his navel. “Go ahead and come for me,” you whisper in his ear, gently rubbing underneath the head.

He keens, his entire body tending as liquid warmth spreads under your hands. “Ah-hah, hnn,” Mammon falls limp, arms loosely curled around you. “I d-didn’t, I didn’t sell it,” he begins, his voice cloudy and hoarse.

“Sell what?”

“Your stuff. I just took it, yaknow? S’ in my room—I missed ya.” You gently rub over his back, a curl to your lips as a low purr rumbles from his chest. “That’s ok, you can keep it.” You know full well of his horde, you’re just wondering about the day he’ll crack and try to take you too.

[acreaturecalledgreed]

abba, tell me all about ur pokemon OCs. i don't hear much from other folks that have them (and even mine is just "me but in pokermans world")

vibrates through my skin lets GOOOOOOO

as a kid i always made up a character when i played instead of playing myself (i literally didnt think i *could* play as myself) so even though these days i just play as myself when i play, i have a bundle of ocs that are all based and rooted in characters i came up with when i was like 11

they've been around a Long time, is what im saying

its also worth noting that i played Crystal and Emerald immediately after eachother, b/c Crystal was my first game and i only got a copy when RS were released b/c my friend didnt want their copy anymore; i bought Emerald once i'd played through Crystal three or four times ( HAD to play with each starter once, Needed to, Burning desire, did the same thing for Emerald and Platinum, which is impressive bc back then and even still now, Sinnoh's starters were my least fave. just never warmed up to them. idk why.) sorry for rambling theres just Preamble yaknow

im gonna tell you about Charlemagne! Or, rather, Charlie. No one calls them Charlemagne. He uses rolling pronouns, so you'll see me bouncing around them for her. It's based on the protag I played in Crystal! Which is probably ironic, given that they were in Team Magma but theres. Look it makes sense just trust me. Charlie was born in Kalos, and is Kalosian by heritage, but her family moved to Johto when he was still very young, due to their father's work. This is how she got a totodile as a starter- the common tradition for kids within a reasonable distance of any lab to get their starter from a Professor. He honestly couldn't bring herself to choose one, but when stuck between the three, Todd chose them instead, immediately latching onto her leg and not letting go. Todd means the whole world to Charlie, and there isn't a force or person out there who could take her from him. Charlie is protective as hell over its pokemon. Years and years later when Charlie was 22 or so, they ended up moving on their own to Hoenn for financial reasons; unfortunately, said financial problems did not let up, and Charlie was struggling a lot in finding community and occasionally even housing for a few years.

That's how, eventually, he joined Team Magma in his late 20s. They wouldn't get out until the Team was dissolved, and years later in their "present" timeline, they're 32, on parole, but honestly not doing so bad.

It was in their time with Team Magma that a presumably "dead" egg they'd had with them since Johto hatched (possibly due to the heat that was maintained in the bases?), which is how he got his houndour, eventually houndoom, Pookie.

[littlesimps]

AYO ITS ME I FIGURED IT OUT AND I FIGURED THE ANONYMOUS THING OUT TOO LMAOOOOOO

So, first of all foolish but like obviously you need some backstory SO maybe the reader and foolish could be friends yaknow and like they do friend things and they could yaknow have a moment

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Your wish is my command. (:

<Warning> A little Angst

>Oneshot<

FoolishG x Fem! Reader

“Scared to lose you”

Third POV

As usual, war goes on, betrayals happen, and people simply minding their own business and trying to step down or just joining in on it all.

(Y/n) didn’t pick any sides, the one thing she last thing she wanted to deal with is death and it’s blaming. She knew if she ever got caught up in the middle of it, she’ll get strikes hard with pain. Mentally or Physically. Now, (Y/n) may seem alone if she doesn’t join into the war and such. But, she does have a certain friend she always visits every now and then. Which is Foolish himself, a person who’s a Totem of Undying. Being friends with the god for the past few years, before they both even joined the Dream Smp lands.

Walking down to the desert Foolish lived in, she started pondering in her thoughts.

'Wonder how he’s been doing..' (Y/n) stares at the ground ahead of her, thoughts wondering from one thing to another. He’s been a bit annoyed lately, due to Bad and his so called “Eggpire” coming after Foolish about some egg. She’s glad that Foolish was alright and she, herself avoided Bad after hearing about him acting odd for some time. Something about red vines spreading and the egg. It worried her a little, but she shrugged it off and wandered her thought to another thought. 'He’s been acting upset lately after what Bad said something to him..' (Y/n) recalled back to Foolish explaining what happened after she came to visit Foolish when Bad and his group left. She knew Foolish was gonna have to talk to her about it instead of just not talking about it.

Snapping back into reality, (Y/n) spots the familiar god on one of his knees, rummaging through his chest.

He wore his usual white shirt, and white pants tied with a rope to keep his pants up. His golden skin shining a little in the sun as it was littered with dark spots from him also being part shark. Foolish cheeks were littered with more dark spots to over the bride of his nose. His brown hair hidden under a shark hood (Y/n) made for him, giving it as a gift for being given a stack of enderpearls she needed by him one time.

(Y/n) soon stops admiring him once Foolish turns his head towards her, standing up and walking over to her in his smaller form.

“(Y/n)! It’s great to see you again.” Foolish smiled, but the joy that was coming from his mouth never reached his eyes. (Y/n) frowned for a split second before grinning up at the man.

“I’d say the same thing to you too, Foolish.” (Y/n) chuckled, putting her hands on both her hips.

“So, what brings you here?” Foolish questioned, tilting his head a little to the side. The corner of (Y/n) mouth twitched upwards a bit more before it stopped once she remember what she was gonna talk to him about. Not wanting to ruin the mood so quick, she offers him for a walk, in which he accepts without hesitation.

Both of the two walk around, passing old buildings and new buildings that were created by their friends. Few were destroyed big or small, others were rebuilt much better or just the same.

The duo fell into a calm silence, walking on the prime path.

(Y/n) couldn’t help their thoughts wonder, their (e/c), eye’s lowering to where it was pointed to the ground.

She was enjoy this, yet, confusion stirred in her.

She kept noticing Foolish eyes staring down at her for a few times, brushing his hand against hers, and that his large shark tail swayed a bit more faster than usual since the start of the walk.

“(Y/n)?” Foolish voice comes into her ears, waking her up from her confused little thoughts running around her head.

She hums, looking up at Foolish.

He halts, sitting down under the bride and near the water. (Y/n) complies when Foolish pats the ground next to him, sitting down and crossing her legs.

“I know you want to talk to something with me, (Y/n)..” Foolish grin falls down, a small frown taking over his golden face as he looks at (Y/n). (Y/n) stayed silent for a bit, sighing after a minute or two.

She knew that she wasn’t good at hiding certain things from Foolish.

“I’ve noticed that you’ve been upset lately, after what happened between you and Bad.” (Y/n) answers, fiddling with her fingers as she gazes at the water before her. Foolish noted that she always did this whenever she was nervous.

Foolish scooted a little closer to her, watching her relax a little.

“I wanted to ask..” (Y/n) trailed off into a mumble, making Foolish frown dampen a little more. “Wanted to ask what?” He asked, raising a brow just a tad bit as he tilts his head at the woman sat next to him. A sigh draws from (Y/n) mouth before she fully repeats. “I wanted to ask what did Bad also say that made you upset lately?” (Y/n) turns her head to Foolish, making eye contact with his emerald, colored, eyes.

Foolish goes stiff, remembering back to what Bad said to him.

“I..” He tries to utter out his explanation, except Foolish throat felt like a lump was stuck in it as he started to feel emotional. Foolish breaks away from (Y/n) gaze, his eyes being planted to the ground beneath the two of you.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” Foolish let’s it out quick, changing on what he was gonna say.

Standing up, he starts walking away without a goodbye. Although, (Y/n) wasn’t gonna let him off that easily. Quickly getting rising from the ground, she jogs over to Foolish and stops in front of him, keeping him from walking any further away. “(Y/n)—” He was instantly cut off by the said person. “Foolish. I understand that you don’t wanna talk about it, but it’s gonna get harder if you don’t tell me.” (Y/n) brows knit together, knowing this could’ve happened sense it was normal for him to sometimes try to shrug it off and avoid talking about things he’s upset about. “(Y/n)..you don’t need to know what Bad said. It’s none of your concern.” Foolish glares down at (Y/n), getting annoyed each second that pasts.

“It is my concern. I care about you, Foolish. You mean so much to me and I hate having to see you upset about something for a bit. So please..just let it out to me.” (Y/n) opens her arms to him, awaiting for the golden man to step into her arms and allow her to caress him, afraid to hurt him.

And so did Foolish did, taking a few steps forward and falling into (Y/n) arms. Trying to keep the tears in that pricked his eyes.

Foolish knew he couldn’t keep all his sadness away from her, she saw right through him like how he saw right through her. That’s what he loved about (Y/n). Foolish loves everything about her. He would do anything for her, no matter what. Heck, he would even die for her.

It made him happy that she was here for him.

“Bad..he—he said he was gonna hurt you...if I don’t join them. A-And I got scared, angered, and so many more at the thought of that.” Foolish voice cracked, giving up on keeping the salty tears in and allowing them to roll down his cheeks and onto (Y/n) shoulder.

“I’m scared to lose you...”

She rubbed his back, tangling her other hand in his brunette hair.

He sniffs, his arms tightening a little more around her waist. Wanting to feel closer to her than he already is. His thoughts now walking off to thoughts of her. Thoughts of (Y/n). The woman who’s been friends with him for years, the one he’s started loving for the past few months. The woman who’s always comforting him when he needs it.

Before he knew it, his mouth let out the words he’s always wanted to say to her ever since then.

“I love you, (Y/n)..”

(Y/n) hands stop moving, her body going tense. Foolish immediately realizes his mistake, hastily removing his head from her shoulder. “I-I didn’t—I’m so sorry—I don’t what I was thinking-” Foolish was cut short by a hand gently caressing his tear stained cheek. Slowly, he moves his emerald eyes over to (Y/n).

His body relaxes once he sees soft eyes staring at him, unreadable to know what (Y/n) eyes were showing besides them looking so kind and comforting.

Subconsciously, he leans his head into her hand. His hand leaving his side to caress (Y/n) hand.

“Foolish, don’t be sorry. It’s alright. Everything will be okay..and I love you, too.” (Y/n) beams up at Foolish, making him melt on the inside. He felt his cheeks heat up, he rubs his face into (Y/n) hand. Giving a small peck into her palm. Moving his head out of her hand after a moment of silence, he brings his other hand out, only using it to hold (Y/n) cheek. Foolish leans to her face, pausing to ask for permission. A small chuckle occurs from (Y/n), earning a nod as his only answer. He smiles before making his lips come in contact with hers.

A god being a mortals friend, to having a crush on her, and lastly..to becoming the person she’ll love always.

Hhhhhh man was it a little confusing to try and imagine how this should go, but this went pretty good then I expected tbh. Hope you enjoyed this by the way, dear friend!

[hangezoeenthusiast]

Minecraft

m!reader

pronouns:he/him

fluff

person: sapnap (im not going to use his real name, since he is uncomfy with people using it)

words: 1530

warnings: cursing, yelling

you were at sapnap's house on his bed, watching him stream and play minecraft. he was trying to speedrun minecraft. "hey babe, what'cha doing?" he asked. "just watching you." you replied.

"you wanna come over here?"

"but what about the face cam."

"chat could give less of a shit, or i too."

"ok then babe, let me just get some water."

you went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, then went back to the room. you grabbed one of sapnap's extra chairs and sat next to him. "hey chat, how you doing." chat spammed y/n so many times, you could barely see anything else in there.

"hey my boyfriend, how you doing." a dono said

"im doing good y/nismyboyfriend, good name btw, how are you?"

"heyyyy, your MY boyfriend." sapnap whined. "it's ok baby, im yours and your mine." chat spammed simp, then sapnap buried his head in your heck. "y/nn, make chat stop bullying me." "chat stop bullying my WONDERFUL boyfriend." you emphasized.

after that little situation, you just sat in your chair, zoned out, and just watched. "babe, hey babe, baby are you ok?" sapnap asked. you jumped at the sound of his voice, "sorry, i zoned out, what were you saying." "damn, im not that important to you then that you zoned out." sapnap pouted. "oh shut up you big baby."

"excuse me, don't make me fight you bitch." "sapnap, do you realize i took karate as a kid right?" "that was years ago." "so sapnap, i can still beat your ass with a blindfold." he looked shocked and amazed at the same time. "ok then." he said shyly.

you looked content (like this face 😏), "so what you needed sapnap?' "oh yeahhh, do you want to play minecraft on here?" you were absolutely shit at minecraft, you already tried once, you weren't going to try again. (flashback to the conversation you had with sapnap the first time you ever played minecraft)

"sapnap, how do you move on this thing, this is so complicated" "it's just because your a boomer y/nnn, here, its wasd." "EXCUSE ME SIR IM NOT A BOOMER, APOLOGIZE RIGHT NOW." "NO I WON'T APOLOGIZE, YOU APOLOGIZE." "WHY DO I HAVE TO SAY SORRY, YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WRONGED ME." "AHHHHHH" you guys are so weird :/ /j

"no, im not, im shit at it, you made fun of me plenty of times, no, no times infinity." "come on baby, that was what, like 1 time." "YEAH, ONE TIME TO MANY." "pwease, for me." he whispered. you looked at his pouty face and didn't crack (MOMMA DIDNT RAISE NO SOFTY /j). "ok then, but the second you make fun of me, i will beat you up so bad that-" sapnap interrupted you, "THANK YOU SO MUCH BABE, but i wont guarantee that i won't make fun of you." he got up, put you in his chair, and standed behind you. "now y/n, the last time you played, you sucked absolute balls, so NOW i will guide you through everything, yaknow, be your sensei." you made a straight face, and looked behind you, seeing him look at you as well.

you had a staring contest. both eyes were locked, eyes squinting, trying to withstand the others. his blinked first, "YES I WON, WHAT'CHA GONNA DO SNAPCHAT, WHAT'CHA GONNA DO?"

"just forget everything that happened in the last 10 seconds, let's do this thing." he guided you towards everything, like moving around, crafting, fighting zombies and skeletons, and even breaking blocks. you were doing fairly well, but there was one, no two, no three things you absolutely sucked shit at that you HAD to master. one was mlg watering, two was building a nether portal, and the last was fighting the ender dragon.

you goal was to beat the game and make new records ;), well, you did, but not without some challenges.

1. mlg water

you crafted a bucket and went to the nearest river/sea. you filled up the water bucket. "hey sapnap, what do we do next?" "next, my darling y/n, we shalt try to mlg." "so what do we do?" "we first, tower up." you pulled out your stacks of blocks, and stacked all the way up to the sky. "so what do i do next?"

"so pull out your water bucket, and then when you almost hit the ground, place the water on you." you jumped of the tower, and failed mlg. it was so ridiculously bad, that goddamn satan wouldn't let you in hell for that little stunt. "NOOO, WHAT THE FUCK, I PLACED IT BELOW ME." "You didn't do it good enough." "SHUT THE FUCK UP SAPNAP."

2. nether portal

obviously if you failed mlg, you would SUCK at making nether portals. "since you fucking sucked at mlg, lets try making a nether portal, it's kinda easier, but still hard. so what you do is make that shape there" "oh no, do it there." "nooo y/n, you're doing it wrong, do it that way."

you made a nether portal, but you obviously messed up, there was cobblestone everywhere. you pickaxed it, but that didn't come with a good thing. "NOOOO, FUCK, WHY WAS THERE LAVA." yeah, that's right, under the cobblestone was lava, and you fell in it, barely salvaging any of your items. well that attempt went horribly

3. ender dragon

after getting to the nether, getting blaze rods and converting them into blaze powder, trading with hoglins to get ender pearls, not having enough ender pearls from the hoglins, killing endermen and dying from them while getting ender pearls, crafting eye of enders, finding the stronghold, placing the eye of enders in the stronghold frame, while dying along the way, you finally got into the end.

finally all this suffering and mocking from sapnap would end, and you would finally beat the game. but, obviously, with you having little to no minecraft skills, it came with A BUNCH of problems, like destroying the crystals, making sure you wouldn't anger endermen, avoiding the dragon of dealing damage to you, and flying into the void.

1. destroying the crystals

sapnap ordered you, "use your bow to destroy the crystals." you aren't and weren't no minecraft god, so you couldn't destroy all the crystals, but you did one of them tho 👍

so he gave you another try, to use blocks to climb the side of the pillars, and destroy the crystals that way. you died, to put it shortly and bluntly. "AHHHH," you screamed. you got exploded by the crystals. that happened with EVERY. SINGLE. CRYSTAL you happened to try to destroy.

but eventually, you destroyed all the crystals.

2. endermen

after you destroyed the crystals, you had the task off not angering the endermen by eye contact. that went horribly wrong. sapnap had the courage to tell you that you couldn't look them in the eyes, and that you would anger them if you would. "WHY ARE THEY CHASING ME," you shouted. "y/nn calm down, just kill the ones that are angry at you."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ALMOST ALL OF THEM ARE CHASING ME." you overaggerated. "no, it's almost 3 dude, just kill them."

you killed them, and then you had the task of the dragon.

3. the dragon dealing damage

sapnap took control of shooting the dragon in the air with the bow and arrows. when the dragon would come down to the middle, you would hit their head (im doing the enderdragon as nonbinary, yaknow, they are a lesbian, nonbinary lesbians are vaild :D).

4. the void

the last thing you had trouble with in the end was the void. the darkless pit that leads to nothing except death. the dragon was throwing you around like a little puppet, you doing nothing except being flung around the place. "FUCK, FUCK YOU DRAGON," you screeched. the dragon was getting on your last nerve.

after all the trouble,and death, you finally beat the dragon. "YESSS, YESS, FUCK YOUR DRAGON, SUCK ON MY 10 IINCH DICK." sapnap cheered you on through your little victory speech. "bye chat, imma stop streaming now, since it has been 6 hours, we need to go to sleep." "bye, chat, love you guys."

you and sapnap ended the stream, feeling exhausted. you went to do your skin care routine, and found sapnap waiting for you in bed. "how was the stream y/n, did you enjoy it?" "yeah, i enjoyed it, only the dying part i hated."

"it's ok, babe, we can try it another time, maybe next time you won't die as much, at least you made a new record."

"what record sap?"

"the record of dying the most in minecraft." you slapped him around his head, not finding his joke funny. "hey, don't hit me, i'm fragile."

"sorry you big baby." you responded. you both got under the blanket, and snuggled (i don't know why, but the word snuggled is enchanting), huddling together, and basking in each others warmth. even if you died 4,234 times in minecraft, at least you had your favorite person at your side while doing it.

[corysmiles]

Maybe a hurt/comfort with borrower!tommy and human!ranboo? Like maybe he’s trapped and freaking out and Ranboo has to be like “hey tiny person, I’m freaked out a bit but you’re okay” lmao

Trapped- G!Ranboo and T!Tommy

cw//language

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When Ranboo spotted the tiny person stuck inside a mouse trap he wasn’t really sure how to react. The small boy seemed to panic immediately at the sight of the enderman hybrid who just stared wide-eyed back at him.

“What...what are you?”

The tiny just struggled more until finally Ranboo leaned down to release the tiny from the trap. It’s leg bled from where the metal had snapped down on him. Before he could run though the enderman captured him in his claws to get a closer look.

The teen had wild blonde hair and a ripped red cloak that didn’t seem to really fit him. His wounded leg was badly cut but it didn’t seem broken. He twisted back and forth in Ranboo’s hand as he tried to wiggle free from the tight grip.

“Let me go!” the tiny screeched. One of the boy’s hands wiggled free from the hold and started pounding at Ranboo’s fist.

“I’ll let you go I just have some questions. Please don’t freak out little person I won’t hurt you,” he said softly. He tried to bring down a finger to pat at the strange creature’s head but as soon as he got close the teen tried to bite him.

“Uh okays, first what are you and how’d you get in my kitchen?” Ranboo asked incredulously.

The tiny paused its struggling to send a pointed glare in Ranboo’s direction.

“That’s two fucking questions,” he growled, “but I’m a borrower and I fucking live here asshole.”

Ranboo lowered his brow at the boy and hummed.

“Okay thank you. Uhhh one more question, who are you?”

The tiny glared again and spat on the Enderman’s hand in anger. A small hiss came from where it touched Ranboo’s skin.

“I’m Tommy, I’m Tubbo’s best friend,” Tommy grumbled, “Much better than you by the way.”

At that Ranboo was a bit taken back.

“You know Tubbo?”

“Yeah he invited me to live here and now I’m being fucking attacked by his dumb new friend,” Tommy huffed, “I was his best friend first yaknow.”

Ranboo frowned and gently let Tommy fall back onto the table. He rubbed a little at his hand where the boy had spit; it ached dully but it would heal.

“Sorry for grabbing you,” he said after a couple moments of silence, “any friend of Tubbo is a friend of mine. Im really sorry for scaring you.”

Tommy nodded before saluting to the enderman. Then as soon as he had showed up he ran behind a cabinet and disappeared.

[deitysnips]

Regrettably Attached Pt. 1

Stark!Reader x Loki

Word Count: 2958

Authors Note: I wanna thank you guys in advance for reading this. I haven’t written anything in probably 6 years so it might be a little sloppy. I am open to suggestions and any fixes you guys can bring to my attention!

Summary:; You’re Tony Stark’s younger sister and you are somewhat part of the Avengers, but behind the scenes, not necessarily on the front lines unless you’re needed. This is an UA where Loki is living in the compound living under strict supervision and the reader slowly starts falling for the God of Mischief after hating him due to, yaknow, trying to kill her brother and some of her closest friends, but that quickly turns into lovers(obvi)

Growing up as Tony’s sister was and still is kind of terrifying. Tony has always been such a “smarty pants” for lack of a better phrase. Even with him being a child prodigy, you two have always been close and you would want it any other way. You grew up following in his and your fathers footsteps.

Years past and you have graduated with multiple engineering degrees and even though your mother and father weren’t here to see it, Tony always made sure you knew how proud they would be of you. No graduation, presentation or ceremony went unattended by the now Iron Man. So it was no surprise when Tony asked you to join him and the other Avengers at the compound to help with logistics and help Tony and Bruce create safer suits.

“Hey Kid! Get down here, we need your help!” 

It’s been 5 years that you’ve been living with Tony and still, nothing surprises you.

“Hold on! I just got out of the shower!” You shouted from your cracked bedroom door. You quickly put on some extremely worn jeans and a Led Zeppelin t-shirt that you MIGHT have stolen from your older brother. You cracked open the door once more and yelled to Tony

“Is this a no shoes project?!” You sat with your head out the door tapping your fingers along the door frame when someone threw what seemed to be a wad of paper at the back of your head. You groaned and sucked air through your teeth. “I swear to the gods, Rogers, if you don’t stop throwing shit, I’m gonna curb stomp you” You said as you turned your head to send a glare towards Steve. To your unpleasant surprise, it was not Steve, but the annoying, somewhat attractive God Of Mischief, Loki

“Oh, my dear, Mr. America isn’t the only one who likes to get under your skin” Loki said very nonchalantly while leaning against his own door frame. “Now if you don’t mind. Stop that obnoxious yelling. Some of us are actually trying to work and not be babied by their dear brother.” Loki glared at you from where he stood with his arms crossed over his chest. 

You and the god have never been on good terms, even after the pleading Thor gave you when he brought him back from Asgard after its destruction. You wanted to believe him when he said that his brother had changed and was working towards being a better ‘person’, but it still left an unpleasant taste in your mouth since, you know, he tried to kill your brother.

“Get fucked, Loki.” You stepped out of your room, body completely turned towards the man in front of you. “I have told you multiple times to leave me alone. Tony might be okay with you being here, but I certainly don’t give a shit what happens to you.” You spat at him with venom and malice in your voice. Tony told you time and time again to try to be civil with Loki, but you never listened. You just couldn’t. 

You continued to stare at the slimy, yet oddly handsome man-god thing in front of you and if looks could kill, he wouldn’t be breathing.

“Hey, kid, did you not hear the urgency in my voice or do you enjoy giving me a heart attack?” You jumped when you felt your brother out his hand on your shoulder. “I told you that yes, you did need shoes. Bruce and I really need your help on the Mark VII suit- wait, sis, are you alright?” Tony studied your face after turning your shoulder towards him with a worried expression

“Yeah, I’m fine Tony. Let me just grab my shoes and I’ll be down” You pulled away from your brother and ran into your room, slamming the door behind you. You sit with your back against your door and hide your face in your hands, groaning loudly.

“Why can’t he just leave me alone?” You whisper softly to yourself. You’ve been at such a crossroads when it comes to the trickster god. You hate him for what he did to Tony and your friends, but at the same time, you can’t help but have this… attraction to him. The sharpness of his jawline, the softness in his bright blue eyes, or the way his lips curl up into a cheeky little smirk when he does something that riles you up. It’s been a year and a half since Thor brought Loki back, and you still haven’t adjusted.

You let out a long sigh of frustration as you stand up and walk to your closet pulling out a loved pair boots. After you pull your shoes on, you finally find the strength to walk out of your room and start heading towards the workshop to find Tony and Bruce. You make a pitstop to the kitchen to grab some coffee and a small snack

“Hey FRIDAY, can you ask if Tony and Bruce want anything?” You call out into the empty room while making a PB&J sandwich”

“They both say nothing at the moment other than your presence, Miss. Stark. Mr. Stark said it is very urgent and they need you down there quickly” 

You groan as you toss the butter knife into the sink and start walking down the stairs to the workshop. Once you enter you see Bruce leaning over one of the tablets with his hands running through his hair.

“Alright, what did I miss?” you say as you take a bite of your sandwich, causing the men to look up at you, seemingly irritated. “Whoa whoa boys, what the hell?” You raise an eyebrow at your brother who’s sitting across from Bruce, impatiently tapping his fingers on the desk. Tony sighs and stands up to walk over to his computer, pulling up the internals of the suit

“For whatever reason, the suit keeps overheating after about 10 minutes and we cannot for the life of us figure out why” Bruce says while Tony is flipping through all the internals for you. You can’t help but smile and giggle a little bit.

“Alright kid, what's so funny? Tony asks, slightly glaring in your direction.

“Oh no, nothing. Nothing at all. But, uh, unrelated, how long have you guys been working on this?”

“A couple h-” Tony goes to speak but is interrupted by the suit powering up, seemingly without issues.

“Big brother, you’re a terrible liar. When I woke up yesterday morning, you both had already been down here working on it. It was a simply missing variable and a loose connection.” Tony and Bruce both keep switching between the suit and their respective computers trying to figure out how they missed such a small thing.

“How the fu-” “LANGUAGE!” Steve yells out as he stares coming down the stairs. Tony rolls his eyes and starts going through the internals again before smacking his palm to his forehead. “Thanks kid”

“No problem old man, now go get some rest.” You say, patting Tony on the back.

“Hey, can I talk to you really quick, Squeak?” You groan loudly at the nickname that the team gave you when you first showed up. You were so nervous about making a good impression, that when you started to speak, all of your words got stuck in your chest and all that came out was a little squeak.

“Yeah Cap, maybe if you stop calling me that god awful nickname, like I've told you to do multiple times!” You both start walking up the stairs and you playfully push Rogers shoulder, knowing it won’t do much. 

Once you make it up the stairs, Steve leads you to the living room and sits at the couch across from your favorite chair

“Alright, if this is an intervention, I’m leaving. I get I shouldn’t be smoking bu-” You stop talking when Steve lifts his hand up and just stares at you with a dumbfounded look “This isn’t an intervention, but maybe it should be- yo- what?!” Steve gets a little loud at the end of his sentence, catching the attention of Tony and Thor who are in the kitchen making some lunch

“STEVE SHUT UP” You blush slightly and hide your face in your hands again.

“Conversation for another time, anyways” Steve pulls your hands away from your face and makes you look at him and quietly says your name “What was going on earlier when Tony came up stairs? I was in the bathroom down the hall and I heard you yelling at someone? Was it Loki again?” You avoid eye contact but nod slightly. Steve lets out a small sigh and sits back

“What he did wasn’t even terrible, Cap. He threw a ball of paper at me and basically told me to shut up. I just get so irrationally angry at him for what he tried to do to my family. Tony is all I have left. I know that everyone has told me to make nice and just fake it for the sake of all of us being here almost all the time, but I can’t. I'm just so confused and..” You stop yourself and look up at Steve who is intently listening.

“What are you confused about, doll?” He raises an eyebrow and you start blushing again.

“I- I don’t wanna talk about it..” You whisper softly and glance over to where Tony and Thor are at. As much as Tony begs you to be nice and try to be civil, he would not hesitate to beat your ass if he found out that you were harboring a crush for the trickster. Steve leans in and whispers

“I think I know. I may be from a different time, but I know a crush when I see it.” He pulls back and smiles at you and for whatever reason, this makes you angry.

“WHAT?! You think I have a little schoolgirl crush on that fucking murderer?! HE TRIED TO KILL TONY MULTIPLE TIMES!” You yelled at Steve as you stood up, tears stinging your eyes “I would NEVER mess with the likes of Loki, whether he's a God or a prince of whatever the hell he is!”

“Squeak, now hold on-”

“No, Rogers- Leave me alone!” You storm away from him and go up the stairs leading to your bedroom. Once you get to your door, another wad of paper is thrown in your direction, but this time you catch it. Turning towards where the paper had come from, was he himself.

“Hello, darling. I heard you and Rogers speaking about me” He smirks ever so slightly and starts slowly sauntering over to you. Once he gets close to you, you pull a dagger out of the sheath around your thigh and press the tip to his chest

“I suggest you leave me the hell alone, you psychopath.” You grit your teeth as you finish your sentence and Loki puts his hands up in defeat and takes a few steps back

“My my, little one. I didn’t know you could be so feisty.” He chuckles slightly and crosses his arms over his chest. “I just wanted to have a civil conversation and see if we can come to an understanding about where my loyalties lie and try to get your tiny Midgardian brain to understand that I’m not the same person I was.. Before” 

You sheath your dagger and pinch the bridge of your nose hopeful to fight off your frustration.

“Look, Loki. You may not realize the severity of what you did, but that doesn’t mean I’m just gonna accept that you’re some righteous person-god- whatever the hell you are.”

“Oh, good heavens, no. I’m not righteous whatsoever, darling. Never have been, never will be. But” He points a finger at the ceiling and smiles “I can promise you that I do not plan to murder anyone… in this building” 

You smirk softly at the humor in the tricksters voice and cross your arms over your chest. 

“So how about that conversation?” You gester to him to come in your room but when you look back at his face he has a rather dumbfounded look on his face

“What a minute, 45 seconds ago you had a bloody dagger to my chest, ready to skin me alive, but now you want me to come into your room with you?” Loki walks closer to you slowly still with that dumb look on his face.

You place your hand back on your dagger and laugh “Just because I’m inviting you into my room, doesn’t mean I won’t hesitate to stab you if you give me a reason to.” You wink at him and walk into your room, where you kick off your shoes and lounge in the recliner at the far corner of your room. 

The rooms at the compound were not small by any means. Each room has a giant California king size bed, a double walk-in closet, its own little mini fridge, plus enough room to have 2 Hulks lay side by side on the floor.

You have yours decorated in your signature color, with white accents on the furniture as well as copious amount of liquor bottles on the top of your bookshelf.

Loki saunters in after a few seconds and takes a seat on your bed, directly in front of you. It seems like he’s… admiring you? He won’t look away and seems to be studying your face, how your wavy hair falls softly from the messy bun on the top of your head, how your eyes sparkle with the sun coming through the windows, how your lips are just a subtle rosy color, indicating that you either suck of chew on them when frustrated.

“Are you gonna say anything or are you just gonna sit here and stare at me all day?” You blush softly and stare right back at him

“My dear, if I may be rather brash, it just seems like something seems of worry to you, my apologies. But, yes, where would you like me to begin?”

You and Loki sat there for 3 or 4 hours talking about what really happened when Loki invaded New York, what happened to his mother and how Asgard was completely destroyed by his and Thor’s elder sister. Half way through the conversation, you had pulled down a rather nice bottle of Whiskey and two rocks glasses, pouring both of you a drink while Loki was reliving what he described to be the most painful part of his life. There you sat with the man you had sworn to hate until your last breath, actually feeling sorry for judging him so harshly. But who can blame you?

“Wow” You said after he had finally finished. You looked down at your glass and it was empty. While Loki was explaining everything to you, you had finished 4 or 5 full glasses of whiskey and were starting to feel a little tipsy

“Loki, I am so indecently sorry. All of the times Thor and I had talked about what happened, he never once told me how hard you took everything.”

Loki scoffed a little and looked at his glass “Well, my story really isn’t for my brother to tell, and he never really understood my feelings on the matter. I never really spoke to him about it. It was really only me on my own.” He shrugged softly and finished what liquor he still had in his glass “I really hope this changes your viewing of my, darling. I truly meant what I said. I have zero intentions of harming anyone in this compound.”

You shook your head a little and pushed the hair that had fallen into your face back “But why tell me all of this? Why tell the one person who probably hates you the most in the tower all of your worries and how at fault you feel?” You looked up from your glass when he chuckled.

“My dear, I know you don’t truly hate me. You hate what I did to your brother and the Avengers.” He leaned forward to be at eye level with you and spoke very softly “Do not forget, little one. I can read minds, you know” He winked at you and sat back in his chair

“I- you what now?!” You sat up straight and your face became very flushed. How could you have been so naive? Thor had mentioned it a couple of times that he believes his brother could read thoughts, but you never took it to heart.

“Miss. Stark, it seems as so Mr. Stark is worried about you. He has no idea where you are and I didn’t think to make him privy of your location.” FRIDAY interjected before you or Loki could say anything regarding the mind reading matter.

“Thanks, FRIDAY, can you tell him I’m up in my room? I don’t think I’ll be able to walk after the amount of alcohol I’ve drank” You chuckled slightly and rubbed your face with your hands.

“Right away Miss. Stark. Oh, it seems as if your brother is coming to see you.” 

You internally began slightly panicking because as much as Tony wanted you to be civil, I don’t think he would want you damn near wasted with the God Of Mischief in your room.

“I shall be on my way, darling” Loki stood up and walked over to you. He rests his hands on the back of your chair and soon your face to face.

“Conversation for another time” He quickly places a kiss to your cheek before disappearing in a green cloud.

What the fuck is happening?

[lutbys]

BUTTERFLY CLIPS

Ron Weasley x Reader

Summary: Ron’s reaction to you wearing butterfly clips

“Do you reckon Fred will notice the change in my hair?” Hermione brushed through them with her fingers for the tenth time since the trip back to Hogwarts til now where they were both headed for the entrance of the Great Hall, passing by a myriad of first years trembling in their feet. It was less frizzy than it was last semester and her long locks framed her face perfectly, making the girl look more extravagant than she already is.

“Hermione I’m sure he’ll love it- “

“What the bloody hell is in your hair y/n?” Ron yelled from his seat at the Gryffindor table, catching more attention towards the shy girl than he intended to. His mouth went agape as he stared at the top of your head that held butterfly clips that secured the mess you call a fringe, each butterfly sporting your house color. You felt insecure and started patting the top of your head lightly, feeling for any rogue strands of hair that fell out of its position but by the looks of Hermione’s face, that wasn’t the problem Ron was so shocked about.

“Don’t be daft Ron! They’re just butterfly clips” Rolling your eyes, you and Hermione both settled down on the benches opposite of him where he sat beside an unbothered Harry who had his nose deep into his Defense of Dark Arts textbook.

“Oh, they’re butterflies alright! It looks like a nest up there”

“You and I both know it looks nothing like a butterfly nest you idiot” It was Hermione’s turn to roll her eyes, mentally wishing she had picked a smarter group of friends.

He stared at the clips for longer, completely disregarding his food to observe the plastic accessory. “Where did you even get them from anyway? I doubt Hogsmeade carries this.”

“My aunt got some for me for Christmas and I quite liked it, so I decided to get more in different colors.” You fiddled with your food, the uncomfortable gaze Ron had towards you -or should I say head- made you feel small.

“Ron stop staring and finish eating. I’m not going to tolerate you anymore if you get hungry in the middle of the night.” Hermione scolded, kicking him in the shin as an extra warning.

-

“Do you have to wash them?”

It was late in the night and the four of you took over the common room to finish your assignment because according to Hermione, ‘the earlier, the easier!’.

The four of you had the same essay out- the one Snape assigned last minute in between the many other assignments you had due which did not get a good response from his students-  with Harry and Hermione fully concentrated on their own papers and Ron having been procrastinating ever since they’ve sat down, finding any sort of excuse to not pick up his quill.

“Ron, stop it! You know what fine, I won’t wear them anymore, happy?” you sulked in your seat, refusing to meet his eye knowing yourself well enough to know that tears were going to well in your eyes any second now.

“Wait, no! Don’t.” this caught them all off guard as they gawked at the flustered ginger boy in confusion. “I quite like it” your cheeks started to heat.

“Would you look at that, Ron is fond with the butterbeer clip” Harry said smugly, smirking at his best friend, a knowing glint in his eye.

“Butterfly!”

-

“Does it hurt?” you rolled your eyes and shifted your gaze from the fireplace to the boy sitting a cushion away from you.

“What do you mean Ronald?” you sighed, watching him avert his gaze from object to object trying to mentally form a coherent sentence. It was cute to see him so flustered as he ringed his fingers together with the glow of the fire that illuminated the dark common room covering his blush ever so smoothly.

“Like doesn’t it hurt because the clip is gripping onto your scalp?” he asked nervously as you giggled at the comment, “I dunno how clips work, I don’t wear them yaknow?” he defended.

“You wanna try it?” his eyes glimmered from curiosity to fear as he watched you jump towards him and grabbing hold before taking out the clips from your hair and transferring them to his.

“y/n what are you doing!” he giggled from your touch, your hands fiddling with his hair and clipping them back as neat as possible. His hands found their way to your waist to stable you and it was only then you realized how you were both positioned; your legs were straddling him with his front is flush against yours, your heartbeats in sync. Your breath hitched as his hands squeezed your waist, his thumbs lightly stroking over the fabric of your uniform.

It was overwhelming to see him in this light, with the crackling fire highlighting his features, the orange glow bringing out the color in his eyes. He was irresistible. Your eyes flickered down to his lips; pink and slightly chapped. As if on cue, he licked them, causing them to glisten in anticipation. You looked back into his eyes to see he was already looking at you, his eyes a shade darker than a second ago. He brought his right hand up, leaving a ghost on your waist as he reached up between both of your bodies and finally stopping at your face, caressing your cheeks then, letting his thumb brush against your bottom lip, leaving the skin he once touched tingly.

You hovered your lips near his, so close that your bottom lip was merely connected with his and your breaths mingled. The hesitation that coursed through your veins were long gone as you connected your lips with his, smiling internally as he catches on. They both melded together like solder, your bodies enveloping into one as your lips moved in a rhythm that felt just right.

And it felt just right for the rest of the night, 

a/n: I have to admit, I did edit this when I was half asleep and in the middle of a class so.... lets be nice. Tenk u. Luv u <3.