#o no owies

[piratefishmama]

Live to Serve (You) | Part 3

Not a single soul in the palace would ever claim to feel calm whenever the Queen cornered them. Mainly because it didn’t happen very often. But two weeks after the Princes’ sixteenth birthday celebration, the Queen grabbed him.

Not physically of course, she simply intercepted him on his way to Steve’s room in the early hours and redirected him to her study.

“Sit, Edward.” She instructed, since he found himself standing awkwardly by her ornate desk, the woman motioning to the chair opposite her. She was still the only person in that palace who referred to him by his given name, it always made him feel like he was in trouble.

He sat. “Is there something the matter, your highness? Steve is—”

“Steven is now sixteen years old, listen Edward... My husband has already disclosed his desires to have his son grow up into a young man.” She said the words with such a powerful roll of her eyes that Eddie actually felt relief surge through him. This wasn’t about him. He hadn’t done anything wrong, but then a new unease built, it was about Steve. “I’m sure you know what that means?”

“I’m...sorry, no?” He did, he knew what it meant. But that didn’t mean he wanted to think about it.

“I think you do, you’re not a simpleton, are you Edward?”

Eddie released a suffering sigh and nodded his head “I know what you refer to, alcohol, women, hunting, etcetera?”

“Exactly. What do you think about the first two?” She leaned back in her chair, not at all a dignified pose for a queen but... behind closed doors the Queen always seemed a little more down to Earth than her Husband.

“...I have no opinion on the—”

“Edward.” Her eyes hard. Right.

“I think it’s a terrible idea to rush it. Steve is fine the way he is. He will make an incredible King as is, alcohol and women are not the key ingredients to ruling successfully, he already is all that he ever needs to be.” Steve was perfect at his core, beautiful both inside and out, he didn’t need to ‘become a man’ he was already a better one than his father and had been for as long as Eddie knew him. “I know it’s inevitable though. Steve is a Prince, and with that status comes responsibilities.” He’d need to marry, would need an heir, experience with women would only increase his prospects of finding a good match for himself, would only increase the chances of him being able to make her happy, whomever the lucky woman may be.

“And how do you feel about that inevitability?”

“...How do I feel?”

“Edward, you wake my son up every morning, you’re the first and last person he sees each day, and it’s been that way for a very long time now. You know that eventually another will be in his bed with him when you go to wake him, right?”

“...I’m prepared for that.”

“Speaking from experience, Edward... no-one, not a single soul in this world, will ever be prepared to see the person they love in bed with someone else.” Eddie felt his blood run cold, eyes widening in alarm, she didn’t pay his panic any mind, continuing, “it ruins you a little, hurts in a way you didn’t think hurt could.”

“Forgive me, but... why are you telling me this?”

“You’re the most important person in my sons life, Edward. You are his best friend, undoubtedly someone he cares very deeply for, perhaps even in the same way you care for him...” no, Eddie wouldn’t even dare to assume that. He couldn’t, he couldn’t let that thought in less hope manage to worm its way in alongside it. It would already hurt enough as a one-sided love, the thought of what could have been would destroy him if he knew it were possible. “All I ask is that, when this eventuality comes, that you do not blame him for the pain you feel from it. He needs you more than you can possibly imagine, it would hurt him to lose you.”

“I’d never blame him for doing his duty, no matter how much it hurts. He’s a Prince, I’m a servant, even if that status difference didn’t exist I’m not foolish to believe anything could come of it, we are both men.”

“Oh, don’t be silly, Edward, half of the men at court fool around with other men, they simply don’t talk about it in public, my foolish husband included. Obviously that stays between us.” Eddie wordlessly nodded, wide eyed. “Just... keep what I said in mind, okay? I don’t know when the King intends to start his little scheme, but I didn’t want you to be blindsided by it, it would pain me to see you hurt, you’re practically part of the family at this point.”

“The thread count of my bedsheets would disagree.” It just slipped out, he couldn’t stop it, but strangely enough the Queen laughed before the dread could set in, before he could rush through an apology.

Ok. Maybe the Queen wasn’t that bad.

She was also correct. Nothing on Earth could have prepared him for that morning, the morning following Steve’s return from a hunting trip the King had dragged him on after his eighteenth birthday. A return that’d been celebrated with a small but enjoyable feast, they’d hosted the families of the lords that’d hunted with the King and his son, the food a mixture of things they’d brought back from their hunt, it seemed like such a normal feast.

Even Steve charming a few of the young ladies wasn’t particularly new, all the eighteen-year-old needed to do was smile in their general direction and the ladies swooned.

Eddie had even managed to snag a lute to play the Prince a little song off in the corner, it was normal.

Until it wasn’t.

Until Steve had been snagged by his father, Until he’d mysteriously vamoosed from the party, the Queen telling him Steve had retired early when he’d enquired, an expression on her face that Eddie tried really hard to not think too hard about.

He should have gone to Steve’s room, should have stuck by him all night, should have done something, even if it wasn’t his place to intervene, even if it’d never be his place to intervene, he should have known to be selfish for one single night, as that one single night was just the nudge needed to create a gods be damned monster.

And he had no idea how much it hurt to see it.

Steve had no idea how painful it was to walk into his room the morning after, go to wake him only to find a young woman fast asleep beside the prince in Eddie’s usual spot, his neck littered in little bruising marks. So Eddie kept that conversation with the Queen in mind, repeated it like a mantra over and over in his mind as he busied himself around the room, picking up clothes, quietly fixing ornaments and trinkets knocked over in whatever passions had occurred, and he picked out suitable attire for the Prince, all before he realised that he had to accept that his long-standing morning routine would now have to change as the young lady in that bed wasn’t going to spontaneously disappear as fast as she’d appeared.

Steve had his duties, Steve was a Prince, Steve cared about him, needed him, whatever happened would never change that.

But some things would have to change. Eddie would have to change them to protect himself.

And so, that morning, Steve awoke abruptly for the first time since he was seven years old to blinding sunlight when Eddie pulled the curtains open without warning, a curtly spoken, “Breakfast is waiting, your highness” as his morning greeting, and the brief visage of Eddie’s back when the spots of sunlight in his eyes finally cleared, leaving the room, and him behind.

Part 5

[iicarussea]

sunsets—resilience

(closeups + extra info below !! this is an au piece :])

i did all this hatching BY HAND before realizing ibis paint has hatching brushes. idc it looks cooler. anyway closeups.

soo... i made another s1 roseblings au.... but its a zombie apocalypse au, so thats fun :D i love zombie apocalypses theyre so cool to me

i'll probably post more about it later, but instead of making this one a comic (sideyeing the emperors hamlet au rn, what was i thinking smh /lh), I plan on making it a fic !! which means chapters I have to write, but thats fine with me bc i actually have a whole masterdoc with loredumping LLSNSBAJHSH

(and also a playlist)

anyway feel free to send asks (pls i need to talk abt this with more than just my friends)

okay heres ur other extra thing now: a ref sheet lol

[three-moving]

da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da

you gotta get better, you’re all that i’ve got

da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da

but don’t take forever, you’re not here for long

[love-birds-stuff]

Oagh thinking trisona thoughts

[pikmin-x-weirdcore]

I CAST FURBALL!

*Yeet a cat at olimar*

[skeletonfromthecloset]

i finally got to watching good omens 2 and i am. unwell. what the fuck.

[patches-and-her-selfships]

i’ll never forget that time when i just started getting into the selfship community so i was looking at f/o imagines and there was this account with “dark f/o imagines” so i got intrigued and clicked on it and one of the posts was imagining your f/o biting your jaw and RIPPING IT OFF with their teeth. jesus christ man

[tomgregs]

i have the worst headache known to woman that only sleep will heal at this point but i dont. want. to sleep.

[jackiebrackettt]

ushering in the new year with back pain wooooo \o/

[palms-upturned]

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[three-o-clock-things]

ears cold and hurting. not cool

[six-of-ravens]

got 7/11 chicken for lunch today and guess what's been stuck in my head all the way home?

[lost-in-the-planetarium]

why does my chest hurt tehe

[politemouse]

Yellow!!!!! I know I've been gone for.....kind of a while..? School is really giving me the right hook left hook but I'm trying my best to keep my head over the waters! I have some art of an OC here! Hope you enjoy!🩷…⁠ᘛ⁠⁐̤⁠ᕐ⁠ᐷ

(Daily Reminder: Stay hydrated!)

[eccentricallygothic]

I am half asleep but older boyfriend!Ghost who makes you so shy but you love his big dick so…

Warning(s): Age gap, size kink, praise kink, unprotected p-in-v, doggy style, d/s vibes, intimidation kink, teasing, humiliation kink, slapping (nether regions), Simon's BDE, his dick is BIG, allusions to painal. MDNI.

. . . 

“Well,” Simon half turns on his heels, voice guttural and breathing somewhat labored because of how his hand strokes his member that is rock hard from the knowledge of what he is about to do to you. “Get on there, then” his ripped body is huge as he stands beautiful in all his glory in the middle of you and the bed that his head cocks towards. 

Your cheeks burn and though you are more than ready to climb the bed in the primal position of choice to present your own naked body to him to use, you avoid his darkened eyes. A whimperish hum is all you can let out while you chew on your bottom lip and scuffle to the bed. 

“Just like that, good girl” Simon praises you by a sharp smack to your ass that makes your tense and embarrassed form jump with a squeak. His fingers hurriedly dart down to fondle at the bruise the strike will make. A shiver sizzles past your lips and your eyes roll to the back of your head at the feeling of the pain multiplying in his grip due to how he kneads your skin. 

“Now let's see this about here” he doesn't like how narrow your kneel is. So he roughly pulls one bent leg away from the other and you nearly fall face first into the mattress but your arms support you. “Where is she?” Your heart is thumping in your ears from how humiliating the manner in which he ‘taps about’ to locate your sopping cunt is like he doesn't know it. 

A loud and nearly fearful gasp leaves you when you feel his leaking tip rub against your pucker, causing for your poor little hole that has had its fair share of disciplining at the hands of the unfair and firm impaler that tries to kiss it like a perverted lover making it recoil in defense and blink up at Simon who is busy warming up your core with strict, rapid claps against your folds. 

“Ah…” He drawls out the cool exclamation as he gropes and squeezes your petals, making you whine and your arms give up, causing for the upper half of your body to collapse into the mattress. “There, there” Simon coos uncharacteristically to comfort you when you begin to whine when his heavy tip begins to peel into your tiny hole that puts up a vain resistance. “Almost there, you're doing so well, sweets” though his scarred fingers flex over the soft skin of your back before they caress the lower region, you are still moaning and gurgling on your own spit because penetration with Simon is always a tough sport.

“O- Ouchieee~” you whimper when his tip has successfully fought itself asylum between your gushing walls that burn just as hot as your loins. Though Simon can't see you, he can vividly imagine the pout on your lips and soft scrunch of your eyebrows.

You are such a baby and he loves it. Always shyly nuzzling into him and whispering requests in his ear for his dick only to sob up a mess when it comes to actually taking his cock. 

Simon growls when the base of his tip gives you your first meanie stretch -as you call it- and he feels your insides move around his hard skin. “Ah, fuck, look at that” he is trying so hard to be considerate of your young, priorly inexperienced and sensitive body but the visual of your pucker frenzily reacting to his cock sheathing itself in you is almost too much even for the Simon Ghost Riley to handle. 

“Such a crybaby” though it's meant to be a tease on his part, his rough voice and thick accent makes it sound like a scold and to protect your poor band from ripping around his girth, the older man decides to take his frustration out on your attention seeker of an asshole that bats itself at him constantly. “Tsk, spoilt little dirt hole.” 

“Owie!” Your voice is muffled and weak when Simon's fingers begin to give mean pats to your even smaller hole in hurried intervals and the pain and embarrassment makes you clench your bottoms so hard that your cheeks not only harden under his cruel wrath but your pussy sucks him inside until he is pulled against your ass, his heavy sack colliding with your petals.

It's in, and you're on.

Simon makes handlebars of your hair by dividing it on either sides of your head and wraps the pigtails around his large fingers until they look like some odd galaxy buns.

And then he begins to pound.

. . .

MASTERLIST 

[mysicklove]

Toddlers are known to look at their caregivers to see how they should react when they trip and fall. Even if the stumble of their wobbly legs doesn’t hurt them, in many cases, they will still cry if their guardians fuss over them. Although, if the adult doesn’t give them a time of day usually the little beasts get up and go back to playing with their friends.

This phenomenon is pretty common for the toddler you raise. The small child seemed to master how to react during certain situations depending on who is watching him, you or his wicked older brother.

The three of you go to the park where Yuuji runs around the playground, letting out giggles and squeals when Nobara and Megumi play tag with him. You somehow drift off on Sukunas shoulder on a nearby bench, closing your eyes and slumping against your boyfriend, content with the fact that he has his eye on the reckless child.

As to be aspected, Yuuji, after being warned very harshly by his “doting” brother to go slow when going down the steps of the playground, ignores the caution and sprints down the stairs only to miss a step and fall straight to the bark. It wasn’t a hard fall — his legs collapsed beneath him, and he landed on his knees with a plop. No harm, no injuries, mostly just shock of him falling a couple feet into the bark.

The first thing he does is look toward you, unconsciously questioning if he is about to cry out from the pain so that you can pick him up and coddle him. But he can’t catch your sleeping gaze and instead finds himself face-to-face with Sukuna.

His brother only raises an eyebrow at him, shaking his head as if to say “i dare you to cry right now”. The two of them make eye contact for longer than necessary, silent communication, and Yuuji sniffles, gulps, and slowly gets up before going back to playing.

The elder Itadori puts his hand in front of your eyes, blocking out the sun from disturbing your sleep and continues to watch his younger brother walk much more carefully up and down the playground. It was good to not coddle the boy; Sukuna didn’t want Yuuji to grow up spoiled; he was to be a man, strong just like him.

But of course, Sukuna happened to be raising him with you, a person with the biggest soft spot for the child. And so when you wake up from your nap, and Sukuna calls the boy over to leave, you notice the tiny piece of bark sticking out of the boy's leg. It was surface level — Yuuji didn’t even notice it, but still, the image looked much more gruesome than it was really.

You gasp and begin to fuss over his “injured” leg, asking the boy if he tripped and fell if he was hurt at all if he was okay. And suddenly, to Yuuji, it seemed that maybe that fall did hurt a little too bad. Maybe he wasn't okay like he thought.

Tears begin to well up in his eyes.

“Don’t you give me that shit. You’re fine. You tripped like five minutes ago, and I know it didn’t hurt.”

Yuuji shakes his head, ignoring his brother and rubbing his eyes while he looks up at you. “O-Owie…” he whines, rubbing at his knee.

“Poor thing, did you hurt yourself? I’m sorry baby, I wasn’t watching.” He reaches his hands up to you, and you scoop him up while he begins to cry into your neck.

It was a fake cry, obviously enough. It makes the elder Itadoris mouth hang open. “You little liar!”

“Don’t be mean, Sukuna.” You say, teasing him because you realized quickly enough that the boys “cries” didn’t produce any liquid from his eyes. You didn’t mind spoiling the boy either way.

Sukuna, realizing you also understood, lets out a dramatic groan, shaking his head before exclaiming, “Why am I surrounded by weaklings?!”

You just laugh at him, thinking about to a few years earlier during highschool. Sukuna was the one who would dramatize his pain whenever he got in a fight. You would listen to his whines (after he profusely exclaimed that he won by a longshot) over a busted lip and a black eye while you would fuss over him, just as you are doing to Yuuji.

He got into a lot of fights during highschool because Sukuna could never get enough of you fretting over him. He liked when you played nurse and coddled him, way too similar to the way you cooed at Yuuji.

The two of them, although Sukuna would never admit it, are way too similar. Both are strong and independent boys who happen to turn into whiny, attention-seeking puppies when you are around.