#masculine ray of sunshine

[savicals]

New neighbour König x afab reader

*König is your new neighbour, who you thought mildly disliked you.

Your first interaction with him wasn’t friendly. It wasn’t particularly rude, though. I mean, what 6”11 Austrian army recruit do you know that is a ray of sunshine?

You greeted him politely as he strode over to his door, but he looked over to you and tossed you a half-nod as he took half of his boxes inside in one trip. He barely spared you a good look, but he looked exactly the type.

He also looked exactly your type.

One of your windows overlooked his, so on occasion you would both catch each other’s gaze before König quickly averted his first. It made you smile, just knowing you got to share a quick moment.

Thats why it was so embarrassing.

So embarrassing when you were raving to your friend about how attractive he is, how big he is, how muscular and how you just know that he’s big there, too, he walked past.

He absolutely spared you a glance this time. As he walked past, his piercing eyes were fixated on you, and whether or not it was in disdain or interest, you had no idea.

Either way, it sent shivers up your spine.

He walked past after breaking your intense eye contact as if nothing had happened, but your face told another story. Shrouded in embarrassment, your face turned beet red and you tried to hide your face as your friend burst out laughing at you.

It’s been weeks now, and you hadn’t seen König once during. You figured he had just been deployed again since he worked in the army or something.

It was like that for months. The endless, very few ‘neutral’ interactions with him. You assumed he was at the very best indifferent towards you. But little did you know, behind those doors, König would be fucking his own hand like a madman thinking about you. Every time he caught you gardening in shorts that were a little too tight or in a skirt a little too short, he would have to stay home, to hide from you almost. Just to control himself.

Of course, you had no idea. You acted like you knew what you would be doing with the way you spoke to your friends, but you were still a touch-starved virgin at the end of the day. That didn’t stop you from fantasising about König, though.

You had no idea how much you were teasing him. You didn’t think he paid you any attention whatsoever.

Until you went out drinking with your friend. Some sleaze-ball was hitting on you and her nonstop, despite both of you telling him to go away and go home.

You were somewhat drunk, so you confronted the entitled prick. Unbeknownst to you at first, none other than König loomed over you from behind, glaring at the other male and filling him with fear and submission. You thought you had successfully driven him away, until you got an inkling to turn around.

The gift from God named König stood over you and your friend, glaring still at the male. He didn’t move until he knew he was gone and finally switched his attention to the two people in front of him. All you could do was stare at him in awe until he broke the silence.

“Are you… ok?” He said, talking to both of you. His voice was so deep, coated in masculinity and so gravelly.

Of course, you were starstruck. No way could you have said a word in your current state that wasn’t inherently sexual, so your friend answered for both of you.

You managed a choked out “Thank you,” a few minutes after, before he offered to take the both of you home.

[P2 out!]

[fxlling-slxwly]

There’s so much about Heartstopper Season 3 that I LOVE. Obviously Nick and Charlie’s relationship growth is beautiful, and Charlie’s mental health stuff is SO IMPORTANT, and I was SOBBING at Episode 4. HOWEVER. Breakdown of my favourite parts / storylines:

1. Darcy’s exploration of pronouns and gender identity. Seeing them start leaning more masc, cutting their hair, using they/them pronouns, and then coming out to Tara as non-binary?? WONDERFUL. As someone who recently came out as genderqueer (with a fairly similar path as Darcy actually) this made me so emotional and so happy for them and the representation.

2. Isaac. My baby. Everything about him is so wonderful and I just want to wrap him in the biggest hug ever. His coming out scenes (both his one to Charlie and to the Paris Gang) were beautiful. His boundaries in refusing to fill in the gaps for his friends is so admirable, as when you’re outside the ‘mainstream’ queer labels it can become such a tiresome ordeal having to explain your identity to others when they aren’t putting in the work to look it up. I’m SO GLAD he got these moments and he’s such a ray of sunshine. Him being the only one to see that something was wrong with Charlie hurt me deeply but it made me love him even more. Also seeing his cheeky side when it comes to Charlie’s sex life is peak aro/ace romance obsessed behavior.

3. Michael Holden my beloved. Darragh’s portrayal of him is everything - he’s so funny, awkward, and optimistic in every single scene and I just adore him. All of his interactions with Charlie made me fall in love with him even more, and they all just felt so RIGHT. His and Tori’s relationship is wonderful.

4. Tori being the best most beautiful big sister. She has so much love in her but she’s so afraid of letting people in and see her being vulnerable. Her love and anxiety for Charlie is so immense, but she does what she can even when her heart is breaking. I adore her and I’m so looking forward to seeing even more of her in the next season.

5. Nick interacting with Elle, Tara and Imogen on the road trip!!! I love seeing Nick integrate more with that friend group, but allowing him to have those moments of gossip and banter with the girls is beautiful, especially as he’d said previously how he didn’t talk about the deeper stuff with his other friends. Having the girls encourage him to talk - especially Elle causing chaos - was *chefs kiss*.

6. Tao and Nick hugging!!!

7. Charlie, Tao and Isaac’s friendship! I adore seeing them be super huggy and telling each other how much they love each other. Healthy friendships for the win!! No toxic masculinity here!!

8. Tao and Elle’s relationship & his utter adoration of her. The scene where he showed her the video he made of her was so emotionally raw and beautiful and UGH IM OBSESSED

9. Mr Farouk and Mr Ajayi’s soft moments UGH I LOVE THEM. Mr F is one of my fave TV teachers - the way he tells Charlie that he could help so many younger students and you can just tell how much he needed queer rep when was younger!! Ugh I adore these two so much.

[3lyvshiro]

𐙚 ⋆₊˚ 2:53 ..ᐟ

Suna Rintaro affectionately and unironically calls his grumpy, cold (,and apparently bitchy) girlfriend "sunshine". Even when she's the most standoffish, difficult person you'd ever interact with. he wholeheartedly believes that she is a little bundle of joy, and talks about her like shes an absolute angel to whoever asks.

for instance.

"Theres my girl. shes a little ball of sunshine, isnt she?" rin would say, talking about his girlfriend to a friend of his, with a finger pointed to her by the distance. said girl looking like a feral cat trying to keep a civilized conversation with one of his fangirls.

"morning, sunshine." rin would mutter, approaching his girlfriends desk as the scowl that was etched on her face immediately faded into a soft smile, only ever directed at rin. as she comes up to him and tightly hugs his torso, she nuzzled her face on his neck and catches a smell of his uniforms collar. freshly sprayed cologne. it was that masculine smelling brand that he knew was her favorite on him. she got on her tip toes to kiss her boyfriend on the cheek as he smiled down at her, a big hand on her waist as he patted her head gently.

"hey sunshine" rin would greet, leaning his weight on his girlfriends locker beside his while kissing her head and slipping his hand on her waist, despite her crossed arms and the massive scowl on her features prior to when he approached. he could only assume that something or someone pissed her off...again. upon seeing the look on her face and her obvious frustration, he'd cradle her cheeks with his two big hands to guide her to look at him. and, with the softest voice ever, only for her, he'd coo, "bad day, sweetheart?" while kissing away the heavy scrunch on her brow and caressing her cheek. he could tell from the way she would visibly soften, that she's turned to putty on his hands, once again. he was the only person who could have such an effect on her. at her lack of resistance when it came to him, rin couldn't control the upper quirk of his lips as he smiled softly at her. but before he could bask in the joy of a happy girlfriend once more(happy girlfriend =happy life), said girlfriend furrowed her brows once again. with a red face, she pulled away from rin only to pull on his bicep to keep him close to her as she walked them onto the other side of the hallway, to the cafeteria. She would never admit it, but rin always knew how to calm her down and make her go all soft for him. Yeah, she could be a grump sometimes, but he liked that about her, despite his friends teasing him for his dynamic with his grumpy girlfriend, always commenting about the contrast in how she treats everyone else compared to how she treats him.

something about how he gets special treatment from 'the ice queen' just because he's her boyfriend. in fact, whenever rins friends would catch a girl confessing to him. they always barge in and invite themselves in the conversation only to comment how "you have ta be as cold as y/n to even catch sunarins interest".

later in practice, rin finds himself bringing up how "n/n isnt cold." with the most serious face ever. and with almost everyone strongly disagreeing, he would add, "she can be a grump sometimes, but she isnt an ice queen." i mean, he knew she wasnt exactly the nicest person alive, or the easiest to get along with, but saying she was an ice queen was a bit of a stretch. atleast to him. thats why when atsumu shudders and weakly shares his own encounters and past interactions with the girl, of how difficult it was to get along with her, rin could only scoff in disbelief. "how is she difficult to approach? that must be a you problem because she's literally a ray of sunshine." rin would defend, not catching the sudden dull and stiff tension in the air that enveloped the club room. glancing at his teammates, who all suddenly looked gravely pale, he turned to osamu, who only let out a low whistle as he turned his head to the side. "if y/n's a ray of sunshine, kitas the laziest person in this room." atsumu would speak for everyone, since no one had the guts to say a word, too afraid it would reach sunarins icy girlfriends ears. his statement followed up through by a series of "yup"s, "yeah"s, and overall agreements. rin raises a brow, genuinely confused.

[voxslays]

Autumn Breeze~

Featuring >>> Adam x Reader; In which the reader doubts Adam’s abilities, and he has to show them just how good he is…

Warnings >>> AFAB! Reader, Adam Being Adam, Adam’s a Misogynist, Beach Smut, Dub-con?? It was a bright fall day, and you were walking on one of heaven's beautiful, golden beaches. The rays of sunshine beaming down on you, casting a golden light, while the autumn breeze carried leaves past you. Adam was walking alongside you. Even he couldn't miss out on a beautiful fall morning on the beach. Adam, with his broad chest puffed out, waded into the shallow water, turning to face you. "Alright, Sugartits," He said with a smirk, "Catch me if you can!"

You smirk, “Is this a competition?” You ask, your tone filled with cockiness and pride. "Everything's a competition when I'm around, Wifey." Adam chuckled, his wings rustling behind him as he flexed his muscles, showing off. His smirk widened. “We aren't even dating.” You point out the obvious. Adam threw his head back and laughed, his voice echoing across the empty beach. "And whose fault is that, Sugartits?" he said, his laughter subsiding. "I've been trying to woo you since we were both newly created."

You roll your eyes. "Whatever," Adam muttered, pushing off from the shore and swimming out further. He surfaced a short distance away, his hair slicked back and water dripping from his wings. "Come on in, the water's fine," he called out, his voice mocking. You wade into the water and look around. The golden rays of Heaven’s sun beam down upon the water, giving it a golden glow as the leaves from the nearby trees are carried by the autumn breeze and float on top of the water. 

Adam watched you enter the water with a playful glint in his eye. "You know," he taunted, "For an angel, you're not very good at...anything." His wings fluttered behind him, sending droplets flying. "I mean, look at me. First man, original equipment..." He says cockily. “Excuse me…?” You say giving him a chance to take back what he just said.​​ "You heard me, Sugartits." Adam grinned wider, clearly reveling in the chance to provoke you. "I'm the ultimate specimen. The pinnacle of creation. And you...you're just...you." He splashed water at you playfully, his wings shimmering in the sunlight. 

"Aw, did I hurt your delicate feelings?" Adam mocked, circling you in the water. "Face it, angel. No matter how hard you try, you'll never compare to my raw, unbridled masculinity." He flexed his wings for emphasis, the muscles rippling beneath his skin. “And this is why we aren't dating.” You snap back, clearly upset. Adam laughed heartily, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, come on," he cajoled, "I'm just messing with you. Besides, dating is overrated. We could just… skip to the good part." 

“No.” You finally put your foot down. "And why not?" Adam pouted dramatically, his lower lip jutting out. "I'm irresistible, I'm telling you. The sexiest devil in all the realms." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Just give in, angel. Let me rock your world." You roll your eyes. “As if you could.” Adam's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing. "You doubt me?" he growled. "Well, prepare to eat your words, because I promise you, Sugartits, once you do it with me, you will never go back."

With a sudden burst of speed, Adam darted forward in the water and grabbed you around the waist, pulling you close. "Just one kiss," he murmured, his breath hot against your lips. "If you can resist, I'll back off. But if you can't..." His grin turned predatory. His lips crashed against yours, demanding and insistent. Adam's hands tangled in your hair, holding you in place as he devoured your mouth. His wings wrapped around you, trapping you against his chest. He kissed you with all the passion and charisma he possessed, determined to break down your resistance. 

Adam’s hands roamed over your body possessively, trying to ignite a fire within you. He grinded his hips against yours, leaving no doubt about his arousal. "See?" he murmured against your lips, "I'm irresistible." You scoff. “I've seen better.” Adam's eyes flashed with anger, but he quickly replaced it with a smirk. "Oh, feisty, are we?" He stood up, pulling you with him, and tossed you over his shoulder. "Fine, if you won't give in willingly, I'll just have to convince you otherwise." Adam quickly walks out of the ocean water and carries you to a secluded cave, far away from prying eyes. He unceremoniously dumped you onto the sand. "Now," He says, his voice low and dangerous, "Let's see if you can maintain that attitude with me between your thighs." 

​​Adam loomed over you, his eyes burning with a fiery intensity. He reached out and grabbed your ankles, spreading your legs apart, while quickly ripping off your swimsuit. He knelt between your thighs, his hands resting on your hips. "You're going to regret those words," he growled, before burying his face between your legs. Adam's tongue delved into your folds, licking and sucking with a fervent passion. He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he devoured you. He growled against your core, the vibrations sending shivers through your body. "You taste like heaven," He muttered softly. 

His hands slid under your backside, tilting your hips upward for better access. His mouth was insatiable, feasting on you like a starving man. Your hands flew to his head, gripping his hair tightly as you moaned loudly. "A-Adam...please..." You cried. Adam ignored your pleas, his focus entirely on the task at hand. He hooked his arms around your thighs, holding you down as he continued his onslaught. He sucked hard on your sensitive bud, then thrust his tongue into your opening. "Adam...please...I can't..." Adam's tongue stilled, and he lifted his head to look at you. His face was glistening with your juices, his eyes blazing with triumph. "You were saying something about me not measuring up?" He chuckled darkly.

"Mmm," Adam hummed against you, his tongue resuming its torment. He slipped two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out while his mouth continued to work its magic. Your body tensed, your breath hitched, and you cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Adam slowly kissed his way up your body, a smug grin on his face. "Still think I'm overrated?" he asked, his voice low. “N-no.” You say, catching your breath. Adam rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He undid his swim trunks, dropping them to the ground. He crawled onto the furs, his muscled body hovering over yours. "Now," He rasped, Adam nudged your entrance, his hard length gliding through your folds. He leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a deep, hungry kiss. "Last chance to take back your words," You gasp. “I take it back!” You say quickly.

Adam's lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he broke the kiss. He grabbed your legs, throwing them over his shoulders as he thrust his hips forward. He buried himself to the hilt, a guttural groan escaping him as he finally filled you completely. "Good," He grunted, his powerful hips snapped back and forth, each thrust burying him deeper inside you. His fingers dug into your thighs as he held them apart, his face a mask of intense concentration. "You're so...tight," he hissed, his voice strained. Adam leaned forward, capturing one of your hardened peaks between his lips. He suckled hungrily, his tongue swirling around the taut bud. 

Leaning forward, Adam draped your legs over his arms, altering the angle of his thrusts. He leaned down to nuzzle your neck, his teeth grazing over your skin. "You feel so good, babe," He murmured, his voice laced with reverence. ​​His hips began to move faster, each snap of his pelvis sending jolts of pleasure through your body. The wet sounds of your coupling filled the air, mixing with Adam's increasingly labored breathing. "I'm getting close," He growled, his eyes darkening with lust.

You are a complete mess beneath him. Adam's hand slides between your bodies, his fingertips finding that sensitive bundle of nerves. He rubbed furiously as he pounded into you, his body tensing as he neared his release. "Come with me, sugartits," he rasped, his voice hoarse from exertion. Adam's release hit him like a freight train, his body tensing as he drove deep inside you. He let out a roar, his body convulsing as he filled you with his release. Adam’s release triggered your own, your body milking him for every last drop. He leaned down, his forehead resting against yours. "And how do I measure up now?" 

​​Adam's face split into a wide grin, his fangs glinting in the firelight. He collapsed onto the furs beside you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you flush against his chest. "Glad to hear it," He murmured, his lips pressing against your shoulder. Adam let out a satisfied hum, his arms wrapping around you as he rolled onto his back, bringing you with him. He nuzzled your neck, his hands idly caressing your back. "I love you," he murmured, his voice content. "And I promise, this is only the beginning." He promises, as he holds you in his loving arms.

[cherryblossomwriting]

Morning Whispers

Summary: Harry’s raspy morning voice turns Y/N on

W.C: 719 

Warnings: None, just mentions of oral sex 

Tags: Singer!Boyfriend!Harry x Girlfriend!Y/n 

The rays of sunshine falling through the mesh curtain like sprinkles of glitter. Watching the sun shine on a winter morning is the best feeling ever. But you know what's even better than that… having a man with a face chiselled with features handcrafted by the gods of ancient Greece sleeping right next to you on the same bed. The irony between the soft sunlight kissing his manly face that seems to have aged like fine wine with wisdom, oh how she envied the sun. His eyebrows always seem to quiver while he is relaxed in his sweet slumber. She knows how stressful the last couple weeks have been for him. Harry is planning his next world tour, she is extremely happy for her boyfriend however it has taken a toll on his mental health. She can’t help but stare at the butterfly tattoo on his abs that move rhythmically with each breath. These were the moments she lived for. The feeling where the world goes quiet, a sense of absolute serenity… a little world of their own, just her and Harry. Sometimes it's hard for her to believe that the moment she is experiencing is actually true. A dream came true. She could never get enough of him. Y/N cant help but smile as she watches his lips slightly pout in his sleep, a habit he has that she noticed from the very beginning of their relationship. Even now, after 3 years into their relationship, it makes her smile at how innocent he looks while he sleeps. She moves her face closer to his and gives him a small kiss on his lip. Moving her hands into his hair just to massage them lightly. 

His eyes slowly open as he tries to adjust to the bright sunlight. He smiles as he watches the love of his life staring at him like he is the only man she has ever seen. Anyone watching them from far away could say that they love each other to death. Harry pulls Y/N into a deep, passionate kiss to start the day on a good note. “Good mornin’, my sweet pea,” he says in his deep, raspy morning voice. “Oh, Im fucked,” she thinks to herself. If someone asked her what motivates her to get up in the morning. She sure would answer by saying “just to hear his morning voice”. Harry has always had a deep yet calming voice, however, his voice tends to get extra deep in the morning. It resembles his raw, sexual masculinity. However, Y/n's voice tends to be the exact opposite of Harry’s. Soft, delicate and fragile. This is because most mornings her voice is gone due to shouting and moaning Harry’s name all night. 

“You know how much I love you right, darling?” He speaks with care and love in his voice. The deadly combination of his sweet words of affirmation and his alluring, sensual voice gets Y/n’s mind in a spiral. He never fails to mention how much he loves her first thing in the morning. “I know. I love you too. A little too much right now,” she says in her soft voice. “Yeah, why is that?” he asks, knowing the reason very well. A few months into the relationship he realised how much his morning voice turned her on. Although she never confirmed it, he knew very well. “You know very well baby” she replies back. He just hums back and pulls her into his chest. Her back touching his chest. He sprinkles small kisses on her neck and kisses her a little longer on the spot that he knows is extremely sensitive. Leaving a small mark for him to admire later on in the day. He drags his hand on her waist down to her naked stomach, rubbing small circles. Y/N usually sleeps in her cute, crop tops and shorts while Harry sleeps only in his boxers. Harry positions Y/N on her back as he gets on his knees. She knows exactly what he is going to do and to say she was excited (in both ways;)) was an understatement. She gasps as he pulls her shorts down. He spanks her inner right thigh and groans and murmurs “Now hush, let daddy have his breakfast in peace.”       

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[lxstfathier]

old jedi texts

Master! Luke Skywalker x reader

Minific

Summary: you’re horny and needy, but luke is busy, so you de decide to have fun on your own… but he didn’t expected you to ride his arm.

Warnings: arm riding, slight degradation, dom! luke (obviously), outdoors activities.

A/N: i still don’t know how, but you guys won the poll!! so here it is, as i promised, the arm riding fic! personally i’m not sure if i like it, it’s probably not my best work lmao, but i hope that at least all of my luke girlies enjoy this! 💗

“Not now, i’m busy” that’s what Luke told you, nearly five hours ago.

It’s a free day at the jedi academy. Most of his padawans are meditating or doing chores, with an exception of the younglings, they usually just watch the holo movies that r2d2 projects all evening. You are laying down on a blanket, in the middle of a bamboo forest, enjoying the last rays of sunshine, and of course, Luke is laying by your side too.

But he’s been reading the old jedi texts all day. Without a single break. And you haven’t been able to distract him, not when you told him to eat some fruit with you, and not even when you insinuated that you could have some fun together while finally alone.

And it’s not that he neglects you, no, most of the time he’s an amazing lover, but today you just can’t get him to stop. He’s stubborn on finishing at least two of those thick books. It doesn’t matter how much you try, if you kiss his neck or if you slightly run your hand over the crotch of his black sweatpants, nothing will change his mind.

Maybe it would be easier if he wasn’t so tempting. How are you supposed to not feel needy if he’s right there, wearing nothing but those sweatpants, with his bare bare torso showing all his toned muscles, while teasing the pages of the books with the tips of his fingers. It’s too much.

The tingle reappears between your legs, and you can already feel the wetness pooling down there. So you decide to try one last time. Maybe it results on him scolding you, or maybe he finally pounds you right there until the blanket ends up drenched in sweat and cum. And there’s only one way to find out.

Getting closer to him, you run a finger through his lips, and then make your way down his chest, drawing circles on the soft skin.

“Please fuck me” you plead, using your most seductive voice, the one that you know makes him melt.

“I’ll fuck you at night” he says, slightly annoyed but at least taking his blue eyes off the book to look at you for a few seconds. “Now, if you’re so horny, you can hump my thigh.”

Your lips form a pout immediately. You’ve humped his thigh countless times before, and even though you enjoy it, you want something different… and that’s when a certain idea comes straight to your mind.

Moving your hand, your finger makes its way to his left arm, tracing his bulky bicep and the vein that runs through it. So masculine, so strong, and so damn hot. You can’t recall how many times you have stared at his arms more than you should, clenching your thighs together at the sight of those muscles.

So you sit up, gently moving his hand away from the book, just to make his arm lay on the blanket.

And for a moment Luke thinks that maybe you want him to finger you, but once he reads your thoughts, he knows exactly what do you want, and how kinky you’re about to get.

“You can keep reading” you say as you lift up your skirt and straddle his arm, pressing your clothed pussy against his bicep. “I don’t want to distract you”.

Well, of course he is distracted now, and he can already feel the blood rushing to his cock. But he won’t fall for it, no, after all these years he is an expert at self-control, so he just lets you do your thing while he pretends to concentrate on his book again.

Moving your panties to the side, you start to slowly rock your hips back and forth, while your hands rest on his shoulder and your eyes close shut. Just concentrating on how good it feels to be riding his arm.

Soft moans escape from your lips, and it’s not long until you find the perfect rhythm, grinding your clit and sticky folds against him at a pace that has you seeing stars.

“Such a needy slut” Luke growls, his book now long forgotten, way too distracted with your lustful actions to be able to read. “Look at you, humping my arm like a hound in heat”.

“Sorry” you whine. “Couldn’t help it”.

You won’t last long, not after you’ve been so pent-up all day, finally getting your much needed relief. And he knows it, so he decides to help you a little bit, using the force to send intense vibrations straight to you clit.

“Ah!- Luke!”.

A cocky smile appears on his lips when he hears you moan his name like that, so pornographic, while you can’t help but move your hips faster and dig your nails on his tanned skin.

He would be lying if he said that it didn’t boost his ego to see you lose yourself in such a pathetic way. Just with his arm.

“Cum for me pretty girl” Luke commands, that stern tone in his voice only sending you over the edge.

The burning fire on your lower belly gets stronger with each movement of your hips, now riding his bicep desperately fast, trying to enjoy the feeling just a bit more, until you can’t control any of it.

Suddenly, your orgasm snaps and you come undone, whimpering as the pleasure consumes every part of your body. So intense that it’s almost too much. Not even noticing that you created a huge mess all over his arm, making it glisten under the evening sun with your sweet juices.

“Yeah, that’s it” he praises you while you ride out your high, running his gloved hand over your thigh. “Are you happy now?”.

“Mhm” is all you can answer.

“Good, cause i still need to finish reading this”.

Luke doesn’t sound annoyed anymore. Actually, he enjoyed the show, it was quite… interesting. But as much as he would love to give you more attention and fuck your brains out immediately, he can’t, he is a busy man and must get back to his jedi studies.

So, with trembling legs, you get off his arm and lay down again, cuddling up by his side. It wasn’t too tiring, but maybe you’re more relaxed now that you got some release, causing you to feel sleepy once the high is over.

“You can take a nap if you want” Luke says, sensing your exhaustion as he runs a hand through your hair. “I gotta study a few more chapters”.

You don’t even answer, you just close your eyes and rest for a while, hearing the beating of his heart and the soothing quietness in the middle of the bamboo forest.

And he keeps reading. Or at least tries to. His mind is still thinking about you, occupied by the image of your pretty pussy rubbing against his bicep, and the cute noises you made while doing it. So now you’re going to pay a high price for that distraction.

Actually… he’s already planning all the things he’ll do to you at night.

[thedenofravenpuff]

How do you feel about other ship's?

Like jack-o-moon x bloodmoon?

Sun x foxy?

Ruin x kc?

I've seen those ships and I canda like them

What's your opinion about the ship's?

Oh boi. I don't consider myself the biggest shipper, though I do find it fun to explore certain relationships just for the heck of it. I love observing how such things get handled in stories and art around in fandoms.

And for these specific examples, you be giving? Well, let's see..

Jack O Moon x Bloodmoon:

Purely platonic to me. For one Jack is too much of a kid, a young AI still learning, to really feel right to ship him with anyone. He's just a sweet bean still learning and growing. More interested in friendships and family than anything else. Let him reach robot puberty before I'll consider anything beyond that with him.

And Bloodmoon is absolutely not interested in anything, physical or romantic. I do adore Jack liking to hang out with him because of the things they have in common and I do hope they can build a brotherhood or at least a friendship together.

Kids Cove aka Sun x Foxy:

Nah, that one was purely crack from the show. Just them making fun of shippers and how things often get read too much into if two characters stand too near each other one minute too long.

So far in the show Sun's showed no interests or preferences since Roxanne, besides the funny commentary on game videos like Cult of the Lamb. Yes I do be a suneclipse shipper, just because I like the idea of the fixer-upper with the anxious ray of sunshine together. And Sun's attraction to the right mixture of toxic traits.

Foxy's also the most straight guy on the entire SB Show. Although I do like he's comfortable enough in his own masculinity to play into Kids Cover just for funzies and clickbait. He really hasn't moved on from Mangle whatsoever.

Ruin x KC:

Yes

I entirely blame @witchysolfan and @dana-chan-the-control-brain for this one, I just find it entertaining in all the right ways! I love a silly ship you can really dig into and look at from all sorts of angles to see how it'd work!

KC being a floozy on tinder already a funny joke on its own, to make one wonder how he swings. Throw in a chaotic nihilist like Ruin? Yeah, I'm bringing popcorn!

Heh, well, these are just my over all quick thoughts on these ships. There's no wrong or right way to ship as long ya respect when others go about it their own ways. Is just about having fun.

Enjoy!

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[merlinandlove]

Peeta Mellark is the character with less toxic masculinity traits out there and im glad people recognize him for the goddam ray of sunshine he is

[mysticmellowlove]

Sub jock hcs 🙏🏻

I hate jocks ands that’s where this gets fun-

Jock that’s on a powerful position( typical quarterback because it’s the only position I know lol) and the girl who everyone is lowkey jealous of. Like richest girl in town but she’s not from the town her family just kinda can in and took over. She is super kind though and that’s why he began to like her. They’ve never even talked but he always notices her. Always. But…. She doesn’t like him. She’s nice to him of course but she isn’t into him how others are. He’s a jock- ew

note; anon sent in an inspo as well (here)!

warnings; fem reader, sub male, solo masturbation,

The streamers fell over him as he clapped his friends on the back, the last game of the season and they had just won it. Cheers and hollers surrounded him as their cheerleaders flooded the field and began their routines, sending kisses to the players as they clumped together in a mass of grass-covered sweaty boys.

His best friend slapped him on the back and grinned through his mouthguard, his head inclining towards the stands where he knew she'd be waiting. Always here for college cheer, the leader of the student spirit committee was the cutest, kindest girl in the world. She also happened to be a major crush of his. He pushed his friend away teasingly as he jogged over to her, watching her shake the pompoms she had been handing out before the game that sported their university colours.

He basically grinned as he took in her smile, her eyes soon locking onto him.

"Hey QB, great job today." She hummed as she looked up at him, his form easily dwarfing her own. He knew he was a big guy, it's why he was picked for the quarterback position. Tall and muscular, devilishly good-looking... he often had his friends say he exuded 'raw masculinity' whatever that was. The girls also loved him, fawning over him and chatting him up.

But it was unanimous around the university that he had eyes for one person only, the one person he just couldn't seem to snag. She had moved here from a rivalling uni about a year back and had been a ray of sunshine ever since. She was the leader of the cheer committee and basically lived for setting up student union events. She was at every sports game, concert and exhibition.

She really was like an angel sent from above.

"Thanks, me and the boys are going out for celebratory drinks later on, you interested?" He grinned as he leaned against the stands, willing her to look his way for just a moment. To nod and give him a chance. She smiled that sweet little smile as she shook her head.

"Sorry, I have some module work I need to get done. I just had to come over and support our boys." He willed the flush in his cheeks to go down as he referred to him as her boy, even if it wasn't exactly what she had meant. He swallowed his disappointment but nodded anyway.

"Alright, good luck then. I'll see you sometimes on campus anyway." He shot her a heartwarming smile before he crawled his way back to the others, heart doing flips in his chest. This was usually how their interactions went. She was a lovely girl, so kind and open but it was clear she wasn't interested. He knew she liked the scholarly type more, her friend group reflected as much. He didn't like to admit it but he was a little bit of an airhead, but that's what had drawn people to him.

He knew others called him a 'golden retriever' which by his understanding meant he was lovable and energetic. But she seemed to like the stoic type and he couldn't bring himself to change... maybe one day when they were older something would happen between them. He wasn't going to be the star quarterback forever after all.

"Hey man, we're heading toward Joey's, gonna bring some of the girls along. You down?" His friend came up to him and they shared a clap.

"I would but I have something on later, I'll meet up tomorrow yeah?" He laughed as others gathered around him, booing playfully. Soon enough they relented and he watched as they filed towards the lockers, he'd be following as well but he wanted to help out his coach with the equipment first.

In reality, he was simply stalling time, he wanted the showers to himself after all. Packing up was nothing for him, mainly because there wasn't anything to do but it served its purpose. When the coach let him go he made his way to the lockers and grinned at their vacancy. Now he'd not only have the space to himself but the showers would actually be hot.

He shucked off his gear and stepped under the relaxing spray, just hot enough to relax his muscles. He flicked his hair back from his face and doused it in a small amount of shampoo he kept in his pack. As he let the water and suds run down him his mind began to wander.

Frustrated he leaned his head against the cool wall of the stall, his hand unwillingly going to cup his hardening cock. Every time she let him down easy he'd get hard, as if it was like magic. He was so down bad for her it was insane. And yet he couldn't bring himself to move on. So long as he was able to see her on campus he knew he'd keep fantasising about her like this.

Sure it made him feel dirty but the sheer amount of pleasure overrode anything in his mind. Never before was he able to get himself off like this thinking about others. He tried the porn, tried the mags and even his own imagination but everything looped back to her. What would she look like as he plunged into her? Would she look good in pink or red lingerie? What would her voice sound like as she scolded him for thinking of her like this?

That's how it began, he had noticed a shift in his preferences. All his friends would point at the smallest things around but his mind would be on her. It was innocent at first, her riding him as he held onto her hips but soon.... soon it changed. Her forcing him to lay down as she perched herself on his face, making him surrender before her so she could please herself first.

His tie and satin bows turned to handcuffs and ropes. His dick inside her turned to her hand wrapped around a toy she was teasing him with. Making her cry out his name turned into her making him a whining, sobbing mess.

"Fuck." He hissed as he realised he had been jerking himself off all this time, his hand wrapped furiously around his cock. God what he'd do to have her in this position. Her hand stroking him as he fought to stop his legs from buckling.

A drawn-out moan left him as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, just the thought of her had him wanting to cum.

It really was insane the hold she had on him...

[bscully]

Why Zagreus is such a good character

*Obligatory Hades spoiler ahead* Zagreus is so so so interesting from a meta perspective. While his design certainly went into the "attractive bad boy" direction, he is not your usual hyper-masculine protagonist.

Definitely not!

It starts off with his physique, which is not that of a tall, beefy body builder, but more of an ancient greek athlete. He is also shorter than most other Gods, of average size by mortal standards, and doesn’t take kindly to people making fun of his height. I find that a fascinating character design choice to make. From there, let's continue with his character.

His temperament is sanguine; he is a ray of sunshine and loves to share all the warmth that rests in his heart. Which is a fascinating trait to have as Prince of the Underworld, who is veiled in Darkness by Mother Night, Nyx, herself. The following Berserk quote comes to mind: "He who bears light exists in the deepest shadow".

(There is a big conceptual overlap between Hades and Berserk, but I’ll just leave it at that for this post)

Zagreus is a sociable, extroverted type who values family and bonds over everything, is respectful, polite, charming. From someone like him, genuine kindness and honesty are a guarantee. Together with his capacity to empathize, it allows him to form meaningful relationships. His noble spirit and attitude are befitting of a prince. He does not mind stepping out of his comfort zone and challenge himself, either.

When you first beat Hades, he asks Zagreus to tell Persephone that Cerberus is doing well. Zagreus instead demanded an answer for a question in exchange of telling her. However, this question was left unanswered as Hades was taken by the Styx before he could reply. Later on, because Zagreus is a good-natured person and knows his priorities, picking his mother’s needs over the grudge he could hold against his father, he tells Persephone anyways.

There are moments in the game where he is sensitive, observant and catches up on social cues very quickly. He listens to others and apologizes to them when he feels like he may have overstepped a boundary, such was the case when Thanatos berated him for allowing Orpheus visiting his muse Eurodyce and meddled into their affairs without their consent.

Sometimes he appears to have troubles expressing what he feels, or is perhaps insecure or anxious to express it (particularly when interacting with Meg, who is rather intimidating). But despite his hesitations and fears I think he is still doing a good job at it.

Judging from a brief conversation with Alecto, he appears to know how to form healthy habits and deal with difficult situations in a productive, nurturing manner (the fact that 1. Alecto doesn’t take kindly to his attempts at getting along and 2. Zag doesn’t like her for it, is kinda funny to me). He is capable to mediate and settle conflicts between people, this is literally one of the game's primary goals.

Judging by what happened between him and Megaera, it appears he also wasn't always this mature and went a long way learning from his mistakes. His sometimes boastful confidence and his running mouth probably were one of them. Regardless, I'm deeply impressed with Zagreus' emotional intelligence and maturity.

Considering how so many other protagonists typically are characterized, this such an unusual way to write a male one, and as such he really stands out.

I believe it is absolutely necessary that protagonists like him exist and we honestly do need more like him: as these shine a different light on nurturing masculinity and what it can be.

Zagreus is not less of a man because of the radiant and kind person he is. Quite the opposite so, I personally find him extremely attractive (he’s doing things to me oml). He is just being himself: unfiltered, optimistic, with a good sense of humor. He is not even trying to fulfill any gender roles in any shape or form, simply embracing the bonds he has for what they are, living the moment. He does whatever it takes to make the world around him a better place and make the people around him happier. And he started doing that once he stopped running away from his problems.

This reassurance is something boys and men (including those who identify as such) urgently need nowadays.

PS: I’m still not over the fact he canonically likes plushies, the lil dork

[love-toxin]

ok bc im in an RE mood (and replaying the games in anticipation of the remake) I may be having thoughts of being Jill and Carlos' cute little crush that they're constantly competing over and playfighting about 😵‍💫

either you're a fellow U.B.C.S soldier who followed Carlos and Tyrell on the mission into RC or a STARS member that's close with Jill and having to escape her same fate, when all three of you meet and they lock eyes with each other, they both know that it's on. they may be in a literal hellhole, but why not have a little fun before they might die?

if you're a longtime friend of Jill's, she treats you like you're one of the most special people in the world. she talks so highly of you to other people, both when you're not around and when you are, and she's so overprotective of you even if you're a trained officer like herself. once they figure out what (or rather who) Nemesis is after, she's even more protective over you as one of her last comrades from STARS and does just about everything she can to keep the BOW away from you and locked on to her instead. unfortunately for her, that means leaving you under Carlos' care more often than not, but meeting back up with you and having you fuss over her after she's played the hero is just too good to pass up. plus, there's no way in hell she's letting you fight that thing alongside her, so even if you try to she's usually locking a fence shut behind her or slamming the underground shutter closed before you can even think of chasing after her. which, though annoying for you, is the perfect recipe to have you worried and mooning over her every second that she's gone, right under Carlos' nose.

if Carlos is more familiar with you, then he's just plain flirtatious all the time. he certainly doesn't make his affection for you a secret and especially not when Jill's around, cause he knows you and he wants her to see you get all warm-faced and shy or flirt right back at him like it's an inside joke. he probably makes a point of throwing you a "honey, I'm home" when you two rendezvous and even a cheeky "sorry, gotta get back to the wife/husband" when he and Jill have to part ways. he pesters you endlessly with nicknames too, to the point that you probably joke about him not even remembering your real name--but teasing is one of his love languages, along with acts of service as well, which he shows in RC by checking your weapons for you and refilling your magazine without you having to ask. he mostly does it when you're not looking, both because he doesn't want to be interrupted and because you would catch him loading you up with his own ammunition even if it leaves him a little short. he'd rather you have the means to defend yourself than have to scrounge, and potentially put yourself in danger--that's not happening on Carlos' watch. ever. both him and Jill have lost far too many people to let that happen to the bright, beaming little ray of sunshine that might be the last good thing that exists in this wretched world.

it definitely changes depending on how you present yourself, though. because Carlos is much more comfortable flirting openly with you as a female and the opposite goes for Jill--she's still not much of a flirter, but those lingering touches on the arm or especially grateful "thank you"s and "I couldn't have done this without you"s hit a little differently if you're more masculine. if you're on the feminine side, she's more friendly and honestly a little shyer with any sort of praise you give her, although she's much more likely to offer you her shoulder to rest on or a hug to ease your worries. whereas Carlos, if you're on the masculine side, treats you less in a bro-way than he does his other male friends, which makes it immediately obvious to anyone that knows him that he's got the hots for you, while people he's only acquaintances with think he just doesn't get along with you. obviously, if it's just around each other, they do whatever they want--although the two of them individually are a lot more confident depending on how you present, but if you're somewhat neutral, then it's pretty equal.

as far as the actual competition goes, the rules are pretty fluid. if you flirt back? that's a win. if you compliment one of them? extra point. hug them when you're reunited, fuss over their injuries, or tell them "you'd better be careful, don't you dare die on me"? that's more than enough of a triumph for one of them to grin smugly at the other or brag about it while they're talking to each other over the radio.

if they don't come to declare a winner throughout the events of RC (by which they mean neither or both of them got a kiss from you) then the competition doesn't stop there. when they get back to normalcy and spend some more time together as friends and rivals, they come up with new ways to try and win you over. it's not just because they both like you, it's also because you're a welcome distraction from all the psychological and emotional torment they have to deal with from that day, too. they've both already tangled with PTSD before that and it doesn't get any better with Raccoon City under their belts, but your smile always makes it better. sometimes it's only you that makes them feel better.

so what's the best way to do that when you're not around or available to pay attention to them? play-wrestling.

"alright supercop, don't make me go easy on you."

"oh, you're gonna wish I go down easy."

they can barely keep the smiles off their faces whenever they get into position on the exercise mats in Jill's new apartment, knees bent and palms up as they ready themselves for a match. "it's childish and a foolish waste of time", that's probably what any of their higher-ups would say about two ex-soldiers who are considered some of the strongest agents in America, but it's one of the few ways they're able to cope in the aftermath. and despite Carlos clearly having a size advantage over her, Jill's much faster and more agile--which of course means that they're evenly matched more often than not, and it usually only stops once one of them cries uncle or they're interrupted. if you're ever the one that stops by when they're doing so and ask them what the heck they're up to with a giggle, they just share a knowing look and give some vague half-answer as they let their grinning faces speak for themselves.

but of course, just by nature of this little game, they can't keep it up forever. the post-event relief after surviving Raccoon City won't last a lifetime, at one point the two of them will need to move on with their lives and find a new path to venture, even if it means splitting apart from each other. and eventually one of them or neither of them are gonna win with you, but that thought in itself sobers the two of them up more than they anticipated it would. obviously they knew that there'd be an endgame, but it's been so fun spending the time together and becoming such good partners that neither of them want it to end. if the three of us could be together forever, then I think I'd be happy for the rest of my life. the two of them share that sentiment, but what about you? what do you want? they know now that they're happy to spend their own lives together, both as friends and as partners, but would you even consider joining in to such an odd, confounding relationship?

it almost breaks their hearts when they finally, finally work up the courage to ask you, and you just look between the two of them and ask if they're pulling a prank. you would've just laughed it off at once but they seem so serious, and when they double down and explain themselves more it's terrifying to see you look so confused at what they're saying. even moreso when they realize you're taking them seriously, but the only thing you have to ask is: "why me?"

"don't get me wrong, I...I love you both, more than life itself, but why would you pick me? I can't even begin to compare to either of you. you're just....incredible."

of course, knowing how much of a romantic Carlos is, he's probably the one going in for a kiss before that compliment even finishes leaving your mouth. with a hand around your waist and warmth coursing through his body that sends shivers through yours at the contact, you don't even flinch when Jill follows it up with one of her own; a little gentler, but still firm and promising even when she pulls back. and if that's not enough to show you what they mean, well, they've got even more ways to prove their affection for you, maybe in the same vein as all that play-wrestling they love to do....if you catch their drift <3

[lovergirlanna]

𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 | C.D

Cedric Diggory x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Self-harm, Body dysmorphia, Reader isolating herself from others, hurt to comfort.

Words: 2.0k quite rushed but had to write this for my sweetheart Cedric.

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Waking up felt like a chore now nothing was new anymore. It was currently early in the morning, and you were lying in your bed once again, there didn’t seem to be any motivation to do anything nowadays. Turning over onto your side eyes heavy, laced with tears once more from the previous night, tears soon turning into a pathetic sob. Looking over at your arms littered with scars old and new hiding them under the white sheets of the sanctuary known as your bed. You felt selfish maybe it was just winter depression? Or was this more than that? Surely you shouldn’t be so selfish when others may be going through more than you surely it’s just a coincidence you must be feeling like this. It shall pass within due cores, right? Oh, but how you were wrong you’d been feeling like this since the start of the new school year and had not mentioned anything to anyone about how you were feeling or what you were going through not even Cedric.

Pushing everything aside for a while you forced yourself out of bed. You had to get ready for school it just felt like a cycle, what was the point? For a brief moment you thought about your friends would they care if you just stopped? Stopped caring, stopped showing up to lessons, stopped interacting with them? You knew it wasn’t their fault for your miserable lifestyle nor should they have any reason to suspect anything because in their eyes you are happy, joyful, and eager to learn right? You began crying once more. You didn’t deserve your friends, did you? You were being selfish once again. You also didn’t deserve a perfect boyfriend. Cedric Diggory Seeker for the Hufflepuff quidditch team. He was a ray of sunshine he was everything you could ask for in a boyfriend. He was popular, funny, kind, and caring what did he see in you?

You just needed to get through this last day of school. It was Friday and then you could relax. By ‘relax’ was meant shutting yourself away once again away from everyone away from your friends, away from Cedric. You soon made yourself over to your dresser looking at yourself in the mirror. You couldn’t bear looking at your body it was one of your biggest insecurities you knew that. It got you thinking again what did Cedric see in you? Wrapping your arms around your stomach you chocked out another sob resting your forehead against the cool reflective glass.

You managed to get your uniform on finally. Brushing out your hair with your hair brush at least trying to look presentable for what was ahead of you today. “Just have to get through today, that’s all.” You whispered to yourself. You started doing your makeup next you couldn’t go out without putting it on you felt insecure without it almost like you were hiding a part of yourself or were you just trying to cover something up? Cover up the sadness and guilt you felt. Frowning at yourself once again in the mirror almost like it was the saddest thing you’ve ever seen.

Quickly you gathered your books and other necessities into your bag leaving your dorm and heading out of your house dormitories. Walking through the halls of Hogwarts wasn’t that bad most people were nice to you showing you a smile or even waving at you. Lost in your thoughts as you joined the crowd of other students who were heading to the hall for breakfast. Suddenly you felt two arms wrap around your frame making you jolt back slightly, stopping you from walking. "Morning sweetheart." A groggy masculine voice spoke to you as the figure rested himself against your figure. It was none other than your boyfriend, Cedric Diggory. He was your ray of hope, a ray of light guiding you through your darkest times without him being aware of what dark times you may be going through he's always there to help you, you knew that. "Morning sleepyhead." You chuckled softly raising your hand to ruffle his hair, gazing up at him. "I've missed you." He chirped a soft pout on his lips. "I got busy with quidditch practice, feels like I haven't seen you in forever." As Cedric began to continue talking about his improvements on quidditch you couldn't help but recall the moments of pain without him. You did truly love him but you felt like he could do so much better than dating someone like yourself. His arms remained wrapped around you as he leaned forward to place a kiss on your cheek. "Hey," he said raising his eyebrow at you "is there something on your mind?" Cedric's eyes softened as he looked at you. Merlin how you wish you could tell him, tell him everything, tell him all your struggles but you just shook your head a thin smile on your lips. "No, no I'm fine Cedric" You didn't want to burden your ray of light, no. Not like this. "You can talk to me about anything, you know?" He said, however, he did not push further and just gave you a look of confusion.

As you both continued to walk to the great hall you chatted amongst yourselves Cedric going on about quidditch practice and how he’s excited about their next official match and so on but you couldn’t help but drift off thinking about the words he said before this conversation. ‘You can talk to me about anything’ kept ringing through your mind. You didn’t want to burden him with your worries. You didn’t want to burden him with responsibilities that he doesn’t need to know about you’ll push past them eventually right? You didn’t even know where to start would he be disappointed? Would he view you differently if you told him the truth? If you told him about your troubles with self-harm if you told him how you viewed yourself would it change your whole relationship? You've seen the other girls at Hogwarts they were prettier than you. They were confident, outgoing, and loving you really couldn’t compare yourself to them.

As you both sat down you were still lost in your thoughts you did not touch any of the food presented in front of you. “Darling?” A voice spoke out. It was Cedric looking at you worryingly reaching out his hand to intertwine with yours. “You seem lost. You haven’t touched any of your food, should I be worried?” He said you blinked shaking your head just like before. “I was just thinking about our exams coming up.” You said. Another excuse, you hated this - lying to him but it was for the best wasn’t it? Cedric nodded still giving you a worrisome look before turning away from you to talk to one of his friends. He looked so happy with his friends honestly you just felt like a waste of space in this situation, you were worrying him - you hated it so much. You eventually began to eat lost in your thoughts whilst doing so.

As the end of the day finally rolled around you were relieved. Finally, you’ve made it but you truly couldn’t stop thinking about what Cedric had said. You truly love him it was messing with your head you could feel tears well up in your eyes again. Tears falling like an overflowing stream this burden you had been carrying had finally made you realise you couldn’t handle this alone. His words were futile devices against the burden you were carrying solemnly. You also realised isolating yourself was for the worse or was it a positive factor? You couldn’t tell what was right or wrong anymore. You needed to be by yourself you had to be by yourself you had to bottle it up you couldn’t allow anyone to see you like this as you hurried to your dorm as quickly as you could. However, from afar someone was watching you, watching you in your saddened mess none other than Cedric. He knew something was wrong he was planning to meet you at the end of your last class to try and talk to you about how you were feeling he couldn’t help but notice at breakfast how you seemed off. He needed to speak to you. He knew where you’d be, you’d be in your dorm so he decided to follow you to help you in any way he could he was your boyfriend after all. He felt like it was his duty to make sure you were happy, safe, and secure.

Slamming your door shut you collapsed onto the wooden floor of your dorm sobbing dramatically. What a burden you were you hated it. You hated all of this why did you have to be so pathetic? “I can’t take it anymore..” you choked out in between your sobs taking off your robes and revealing your scars once more looking over to your mirror, your mascara smudged from your pathetic sobbing. You couldn’t signify if this was all a nightmare or not. Why? Why did you have to go through this alone? Shakily you stood up standing in front of your mirror as you tried to wipe the smudged mascara away to no avail it didn't work, only creating more of a mess. You seemed so unimpressed looking at yourself in the mirror your reflection staring back at you. The girl in the mirror couldn’t even look back at herself without being disgusting.

Suddenly a knock at your door makes you jump slightly snapping you clean out of your thoughts. “sweetheart? Are you in there? It’s only me” the voice rang in and out of your ears. You knew exactly who it was it was, it was Cedric. "You seem to be having a rough day" he spoke up again. "Do you wish to talk about it?" Quickly you tried wiping your eyes clean removing any of the remaining mascara staining your cheeks and areas under your eyes as you slowly turned the knob of your door to open it. You had forgotten, hadn’t you? You weren’t covering your arms, how could you forget? As soon as you opened the door you were greeted with a warm smile, his signature inviting smile however there was concern in his expression his eyes widening as he saw your arms and the way your face was delicately stained with mascara and dried tears. Why hadn’t he noticed the signs sooner? He gulped guilt over washing him as he stepped into your room closing the door behind him. “You said you were fine, what’s going on darling?” His voice broke, he was hurt, hurt that he wasn’t there for you when you needed him. You followed his gaze down to your arms, how could you be so stupid? Tears began welling up in your eyes once more as you suddenly gripped onto his school jumper sobbing into his chest. You two stood there embracing each other. Cedric's arms were securely wrapped around your shoulders not letting go. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me." Your boyfriend whispered raising his hand to try and wipe away the tears streaming down your cheeks your grip only tightening on his jumper.

 You and Cedric had now settled on your bed his hand gently holding your shoulder. You had finally told Cedric everything, you had told him how you felt about your body - you had also told him about how you’ve been feeling. "You're not alone, I promise I'll never be so blind as to not notice when you start struggling again." "I'm sorry." you mustered to say, you're gaze shifting to the side, soon enough Cedric lifted his hand from your shoulder placing it on your cheek. "look at me" He spoke softly, comforting you with his soft tone, as you did finally look at him he opened his mouth to speak. "none of this is your fault. I promise whenever you need me I'll always be here for you, forever."

[allastoredeer]

honestly at this point if i see 'lucifer fan' in bio - i run away and i run even faster if it's radioapple fun 🙃

too tired of 'tall buff stoic manly man and his cute short feminine girlie' i see 99% of time from these people

there's some who only post luci/lilith and these ones are ok (still not everyone tho) but the large part just have veeeeery different view on his character than i do

"too tired of 'tall buff stoic manly man and his cute short feminine girlie'"

Me too, bro. Me too. Why can't we have tall buff stoic masculine girlie and cute short feminine man. Or tall cute stoic man and short masculine girlie. Or short stoic masculine man and cute tall feminine girlie. Let's mix things up a little. Variety is the spice of life.

Apart from him being UwU-ified to Hell and back (lol), I think one of my biggest fanon Lucifer pet peeves is when he's absolved of all his faults and wrongdoings. Like, when the "blame" for Lucifer and Lilith's divorce is put solely on Lillith. Or she's made out to be this super abusive, manipulative partner who's been taking advantage of him since Eden. Like she's the one who kept Charlie and Lucifer apart, and thus is the reason they're so estranged. Like he's this wide-eyed, easily manipulated ray of sunshine who can't defend himself. Like he's this poor little baby man who's never done any wrong, and everyone else just bullies him.

I'm a-okay with Lilith being the big-bad of season 2, or season 3, because evil and/or morally grey female characters fuck yes, but after seeing how much hate she gets (after 5 seconds of screen time at the end of the show) and how much she's blamed for everything wrong in Lucifer's life, it makes me hope that she's not the villain.

A lot of my dislike for Lucifer's fanon characterizations is based on his interactions between Alastor or Lilith, I'm actually just now realizing.

This got a little side-tracked, but yeah, a large part of it really is just having very, very different views about his character.

[avelera]

17 for the choosing violence ask game?

17 ) there should be more of this type of fic/art

Hob Being A Bastard.

Thing is, I actually genuinely believe Hob would be a lovely partner to Dream. And I also believe post 1789 Hob made sincere efforts to make amends and be a better person. I think in TV show canon, 1989 clearly shook him up too, enough to maybe pivot from businessman to professor. The case can be made.

But even 1489 Hob, the most wide-eyed, ray-of-sunshine of them all (so much so that I honestly think he was trying to con Dream into not stealing him away to fairyland by being as unappealing as possible lol) casually talks about theft and murder as if it does not weight on his soul in the slightest.

Comic Hob talks about how in his day, vengeance meant cutting off a man's ears and feeding them to him. He says so with longing for the fact he can't do that anymore.

Hob to my eyes is a businessman in 1989. In 1889 he spends enough time in the seedier parts of town to know that Lushing Lou's nickname is, "The Hospital". In 1789, arguably at his most outwardly charming, he's committing his most heinous crimes against humanity. 1689 Hob is angry when he busts into the White Horse, he's clearly familiar with back-alley brawling at that point in his day to day life. 1589 Hob is totally comfortable with Henry VIII ransacking the monasteries.

I realize a lot of Hob's story is about him becoming a better person but he's still a man, and he's still a man who has lived in the thick of some of the most violent periods of history without any apparent difficulty. Hob does well in cutthroat settings. He is extremely experienced with violence, commerce, power, and other masculine spheres throughout English history.

And, by the way, Dream is a bastard too! Especially in the comics!

My point is, I do think you can write Hob in Dreamling very soft, especially with Dream, and I do think he's making sincere efforts to be a better person. But IMO, it's a disservice to the character to not also factor in how blasé he could be about the ugliest parts of life, because he has a wealth of experience in those areas too.

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31 Things I Love About Good Omens

Day 2:

(AAAA a day late again, i need to plan these better)

Next on the list, of course had to be......

💞Michael Sheen💞:]

The Sweet Prince of Wales, Mr. Michael himself. If David was the lure, Michael was the hook! Ever since he first appeared on screen, I quite literally could not keep my eyes off him. Not only did his looks intrigue me, but his voice... I mean, he can do prim and prober very well, but let him speak an octave lower and its like butter to my ears. (Sorry, didn't mean to be that graphic :p).

I feel embarrassed to say that me, like many American fans, have rarely ever heard of Michael before Good Omens. So being able to discover more about him and his different roles has been such a joy! (this man has got some serious range!) In all honesty, Michael deserves so much more credit than what he is given. He has such a creative mind and giving heart. He has so much spirit in him, and so much shines though when he's acting.

He's such an amazing and devoted father, and it shows how much he loves and cares for his family and friends, and for his community! Michael always finds a way to reach out to those in need, and give back to the people who need it most.

Thank you Michael, for the love and compaction you share, and thank you for being such a lovely human being!

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Fangirl time? Fangirl time.

What is there not to fan girl about? He's kind, generous, handsome, drop dead gorgeous, masculine, feminine, built like a muscly marshmallow, his beard, his hair 😩, his stunning smile, his hands, his nose, I could literally go on and on. I mean, the man is an absolute ray of sunshine!

As an artist, he is such and inspiring subject to draw, and so pleasing to look at. Honesty, how did Good Omens manage the get the most angelic looking man on Earth to play the most angelic angel in the show?

Gosh I love him so much. Could write pages upon pages about him, but I'm trying to keep these brief.

What an adorable man!

One of the things I love about Good Omens is, Michael Sheen

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*psssst! feel free to add on anything you love about Michael and/or how he keeps you in the good omens fandom! don't forget to use hashtags #goodomens, #31DOGO and #31DaysOfGoodOmens!

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(Flufftober 2023) Dancing Together

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Tags : Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Ballroom Dancing, Waltzing, Old Friends, Flufftober 2023, Reader is genderless.

(Flufftober 2023 Day 5)

In the depths of Albert's mind, memories swirled like a tempestuous romance. A cascade of white crystals gives an enchanting shimmer to his blond hair. The rays of moonlight gently caressed his back, their light dancing together with his gorgeous presence.

His suit and tie, gorgeous blond hair, masculine scent, and pierced azure eyes make him seem like a young prince from a timeless fairytale. Oh, anyone could fall easily for his charm.

 

Albert turned his gaze to the ballroom, where regal red and gold unfolded before him. Their backdrop fits the room so well. As he scanned the room, his eyes wandered into some couples cutely waltzing on the polished marble floor, and the harmony of romance filled the air. He couldn't help but shake his head, pretending to not care about these situations.

Albert had received a VIP invitation from Spencer, saying it was his wedding anniversary. After all, Albert is Spencer's favorite student from their university days, and as the genius behind groundbreaking scientific projects, Albert couldn't decline the invitation.

Although he hates being surrounded by strangers, he forces himself to dive straight into the party without thinking.

He sipped his wine and propped his chin on his palm. Feeling a massive wave of boredom. It was only him at his table; he was unfamiliar with the other guests. The only figure he could recognize was the Prime Minister.

"Hey, long time no see! You're Wesker, right?"

He turned his gaze to the voice, unveiling you standing before him. Your radiating smile is just like sunshine in the early morning, and it fills his void, comforting him with your warmth.

He took a moment, almost dozing off, attempting to piece together the puzzle of memories about you. As you awaited Albert's response, you closed the gap and took a seat beside him.

You jokingly nudge him with your elbow. "I can't believe I've met our golden student of the university at this party. Since you were the smartest student, I half-expected you to invade other planets. Haha."

"Oh, if only I were an astronaut. Sadly, I'm a scientist," he chuckled in a teasing manner, his tongue gliding over his lips, trying to recall the wine's exquisite taste.

"You've never changed," he began, his fingers gently tapping the table like a secret code. His gaze swept over you before returning to the ballroom. "You're the nicest classmate I've ever met."

Your laughter bubbled up nervously, a pink blush crossing over your cheek. "Really? I often think of myself as a bit annoying."

"No, you're not annoying," he reassured, smiling.

The ballroom was now a sea of couples; the eternal melody of romantic melodies emanated from the atmosphere. Albert watched in disbelief, silently regretting his bad comments about them. He was secretly eager to join the dance.

"Since you are the only familiar face in this room, May I ask you a favor?" He asked calmly, and his hands embraced yours. "Would you want to waltz with me in the ballroom?"

You widened your eyes as your cheek turned pink again. You pictured him close, his arm circling your waist, moving gracefully to the symphony's muse—an image confined to your dreams.

"But I'm not a waltzing expert, Wesker."

He smiled gently. "It's alright, I can guide you."

"Shall we?" He inquired with a lovely gesture, extending his hand to you and squeezing them gently. Your fingertips brushed his, feeling their warmth and softness.

He led you to the ballroom, his azure eyes pierced into yours as he swayed gently from side to side. You nestled your head on his shoulder, trying to match the rhythm of his steps. You longed to be closer, to gaze into his azure orbs better, to sniff his scent, and to feel his breath against your skin.

"You're simply beautiful," he whispered, placing a tender kiss on your cheek. "Promise me you'll stay like this until the party's end, would you?"