#perri-purr

[bimbosanddolls]

Have you ever tried any of Katy Perry's perfumes?

Her first one... Purr? It was pretty yummy! And the bottle was super cute!

...and I'll never forget the ad for it...

[popping-your-culture]

The Daily Katy

[are-we-really-doing-this]

I need a hug from the one and only jack perry

He do be looking pretty huggable, anon.

[nottswitch]

— 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥.

summary: could you be the devil, could you be an angel?

pairing: alien!theo x reader

warning: aliens, hypnosis, fainting, making out, sort of dub-con (reader’s hypnotized)

wc: 1k

a/n: the new thing that’s been plaguing my mind for a couple of days now is this alien au. this is just a little thing to introduce the concept to the public and see what people think. i’ll be very glad to talk more about it and, in the future, write. e.t. by katy perry is the alien!theo anthem btw.

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Theo is different. You know it, everyone knows it.

His presence in the room is immediately known, but only when he wants it to be. Theo comes in – all eyes are on him. Or not. It depends. His eyes, however, are on you. Always on you.

The fluorescent light simmers quietly above your head, letting neon purple envelop the space around you. You feel him staring into your back, and you swear you could feel a hole being burned into your flesh. It’s scorching hot yet icy cold at the same time. You’re afraid to turn around; everyone knows how charming Theodore Nott is, how he always seems to get what he wants from anyone, and no one minds. You made a vow to yourself to never fall for his charms, to be different, to prove something to yourself, to others and possibly to Theo himself.

You never look into his eyes.

You can’t hear him approach. He’s quiet when he wants to be, which is pretty much all the time. It’s always the same thing: you flinch, suddenly feeling his breath on your neck – his chilly breath that sends shivers all over your body, his presence heightening your senses to an unspeakable degree. You hopelessly look around, but there isn’t a lot of people in the bathroom, and those who are are busy with their own thing – it’s one of those times Theo wants to be discreet, and of course, he gets exactly what he wants.

"Dolcezza."

His voice is a deep murmur, and you never know what he’s saying, but your mind almost shuts off nonetheless. But only almost. You stubbornly stare into the window, trying to burn your own hole into the dark starry sky outside.

Theo stays silent for several excruciating seconds. His hand hovers next to your shoulder, but he doesn’t touch you – he never does. You try your absolute hardest not to lean into the touch and embarrass yourself. His hand being just a couple of centimeters away from your skin makes you fell tingles everywhere, even in a place that isn’t supposed to have this kind of reaction to a simple hand – and still, no touching.

"Look at me, pretty one," Theo murmurs into your ear, and it takes every single bit of your resolve not to do exactly that. You don’t know how you’re still holding up, to be honest – you’re sure you’ve never wanted anything more in your life than to look at him right this second.

Theo sighs, becoming a witness of your resistance once again. His hands moves down, along the outline of your arm, still without any physical contact, and you feel the tingle intensifying. You have to clench your muscles to stop your body from twitching, and your jaw, for some reason – your whole body protests and craves for his touch at the same time. It’s torture.

Theo notices the way your jaw tenses up and quietly chuckles. He leans in, and his breath is now on your face, that same chilly breeze with a hint of mint and citrus in there – is it gum? Stupid question, you think, even though you don’t say it out loud.

"You’re so stubborn," he purrs again, his lips almost, almost brushing against your cheek. You wince, because it’s really not helping the situation – but it’s probably his goal. Your determination to win gets stronger, as strong as your desire to finally lose.

You let out an audible sigh of relief when you hear footsteps of a person moving further and further away, until the door to the bathroom creaks open and, a second later, claps shut. You did it once again. You’re good.

The last couple of people left the bathroom, but you’re still there, half an hour later. You have a suspicion that Theo is still there, at the party and probably planning to ambush you. Maybe it’s just your sudden paranoia talking, but you decide to wait him out anyway. When you glance at the screen of your phone, you notice it’s two minutes to midnight. Time to move – you’re getting tired anyway.

Before leaving, you decide to splash your face with cold water – Theo is still lingering on your cheek, as much as you hate to admit that. You turn the tap handle all the way to the right, letting the water hit the porcelain surface of the sink and feeling water drops land on the back your hands. A moment later your face feels less flushed as you bend over and press your dripping palms against your cheeks and eyes.

A squeal echoes through the empty bathroom when you straighten up and see an unexpected figure behind you in the mirror. You should’ve expected it, though. His eyes. You should’ve expected… His eyes. His eyes. You should’ve…

"Shh, dolcezza, it’s fine. I’m here. You’re safe."

Theo’s voice brings you out of the darkness that has been surrounding your mind for the last… minute? Hour? You don’t know. You blink and look up at him.

His eyes. His beautiful, striking blue eyes that are studying your face with such intensity and tenderness at the same time. You lips curl into a silly, lovesick smile. His fascinating eyes…

"You’re safe," he repeats, bringing his face closer to yours. The scent of mint and citrus hits your nostrils, and you can’t help taking a deep breath in, savoring each molecule of his air that comes through your airways. You lift yourself up on your tiptoes, softly connecting your lips together. You’ve done it before. It feels familiar. It feel like home.

Theo smiles against your lips, and you feel his hand cupping your jaw, pressing his fingers into your skin and bones. He’s strong. The thought makes you moan into his mouth, and he eagerly swallows the prettiest sound he’s ever heard in his life. His other hand finds your waist, pulling your body flush against his. You’re his missing puzzle piece. He finally has the full picture.

The fluorescent light simmers quietly above your head, the faint noise mixing with the sounds of your sloppy kisses and your needy moans. Theo’s eyes light up ever so slightly when he pulls away and looks into your hazy, glassy ones. You stare back, the same lovesick smile making its way back onto your face. He looks otherworldly.

reblogs and comments will be appreciated ♡

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Finer Things 2

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as non/dubcon, age gap, cheating, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your mom surprises you with a visit but has a lot more in store than you could ever imagine.

Characters: Tony Stark

Note: back on my bs.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Thor loves thunder. Take care. 💖

“Dessert,” Tony declares as he takes the small menu from the middle of the table. “You a creme brulee girlie? Cheesecake?” His eyes flick down to the menu, “I know your mom has a sweet tooth.” He snickers as he opens the leather folio, “oh, sticky toffee. Messy. Hm, the souffle sounds good. How about it? Soft, gooey.” 

“Mm, what’s the cheesecake?” Your mother leans in as she swirls her third glass of wine. 

Tony seems almost to wince as he looks at her. It feels like he’s been staring at you for much of the night. It didn’t make it feel any less like you’re the third wheel. 

“Apple and salted caramel,” he shows her the menu. 

Your phone vibrates in your bag. You move the purse into your lap and reach inside to mute it. As you look up, you find Tony’s dark eyes once more set on you. 

“Sorry, just turning that off,” you explain, “my friend...” 

“Oh, is that the one that was with you at the talk? My biggest fan? Besides you, of course?” 

Your mother laughs and touches his sleeve, “oh, you are so silly. Sweetie, isn’t he silly?” 

“Yes, sweetie, aren’t I so fun?” He seems to mock her. She doesn’t mind as she’s more interested in her wine. 

“Um, yeah, Perry... she’s in my... my stats class.” 

“Stats. Bullshit. I paid some dweeb to take my exam,” he chortles, “I bet you’re gonna brag all about me to her, huh? Twist the blade a little?” 

“Uh, what?” You stick your lip out in surprise, “no, sir. Tony,” you cringe at your slip, “no, I wouldn’t.” 

“Ah, come on,” he reaches across the table, “let’s get a pic for Perry. She can drool over it.” 

“No, no,” you wave him off, “that’s okay. I don’t want to trouble you.” 

“No trouble. I’m offering, sweetheart. Be a good memory. I mean, you had dinner with Tony Stark. Hate to stroke my own... ego but you know, some people pay for that pleasure,” he chuckles again. “Come on,” he beckons you over again, “get in close.” 

You look around awkwardly. You hate taking pictures in public. You see others do it and it always looks so awkward. 

“Go on,” your mother goads. “Live a little.” 

You glance at her sharply before you sidle over the seat. You get up as Tony sits back and you sit on the end of the curved bench. He taps your lower back, “gotta get closer than that,” he purrs. You slide in and he flips his palm up, “phone, sweetheart.” 

You shove your hand into your purse and find your phone. You unlock the camera and give it to him; he nearly snatches it first. He extends his arm and leans into you, wrapping his arm around you. He grips your hip under the table as his cologne smothers you. 

“Smile pretty for me, sweetheart,” he smirks and snaps the photo just as you muster a surprised pout. “Ha that’s cute. We’re keeping it,” he lowers the phone and examines the picture. “I’m just gonna send a copy to myself...” 

“What?” You squeak. 

“Sure. It’s funny.” He taps his thumb on the screen. “And you’ll have my number. Just in case.” 

“Oh,” you murmur. You don’t argue but wait until he hands your cell back. You take it but as you go to get up, he holds onto you. 

“So, dessert then,” he squeezes your hip so his fingers curl into your soft flesh, “how about it?” 

“Oh, they have a special apple cider,” your mom looks over the menu. You squirm. She can’t be that drunk. Especially as his hand moves-- 

“Um, yeah, sure, but I need to... go to the bathroom,” you exclaim and pull away before his hand can settle on your ass. You really don’t think he meant it but you’re about to combust. “I’ll be right back, I just need to... go.” 

You stumble off the bench as you stomach hits the table. Your mom looks up, an annoyed stitch between her brows, and she sighs. 

“Hurry up, sweetie.” 

“I’ll order you that souffle,” Tony offers. 

“It does sound delicious,” your mother waves the menu at him. “Maybe I’ll have one too.” 

You flit off before you can dissolve into embarrassment. You’re used to being the awkward one. You don’t mind the armour of your social dissonance that keeps you out of the way, but he just drags you out and puts you in the light. You hate that. 

You’re all too happy to hide in the bathroom. You take your time, not even eager to try the souffle. Dinner is still settling and you’re not sure it ever will with how your stomach mulches nervously. When you come out into the dining room again, you swerve around the other tables. 

Your mom scowls at her empty glass as Tony sits indifferently next to her. You haven’t missed the way other patrons glance over at the man they’ve only ever seen on magazines and television. You resume your seat across from him as he perks up. 

“There she is,” he flutters his fingers at the table, “dessert waiting and all.” 

“Oh, thanks,” you look down at the dark souffle dusted with icing sugar. 

“We only waited for you to dig in,” you mother scoffs. 

“You always get snappy with the wine, Joyce?” Tony challenges and gives her a nudge. “You should be happy to get to see your brilliant daughter. She really is just... wonderful. You raised her right.” 

Your mom looks at him and grins. He added just enough praise to tweak her narcissistic flare. She puts her shoulders up. 

“Well, twenty years of hard work,” she preens. 

You pick up your fork first. Anything to keep you from having to speak. You poke into the souffle as Tony puts his attention to his own plate. Your mom slices into her cheesecake and hums as she tastes it. You take a small bite and look up as heat speckles your cheeks. 

Tony stares at you as he sucks his spoon clean. You fidget at the way his irises seem to blend into his pupils. Your lashes flick and you look down at the spongy souffle. Your stomach is doing somersaults. Why is he looking at you like that? Why is he looking at you at all? 

You scoop up more of the dessert and focus on each bite. You know he’s watching. You feel it. You can still feel the tingle on your hip too. Right where he latched on. 

You haven’t had much success with boys but you don’t think that’s normal. Especially since he should have his arm around your mother. Shouldn’t he? Maybe you’re just put off by the surprise of it all. Well, if you go by the tabloids, he won’t be around very long anyhow. 

You clear your plate and wash it down with the last of your wine. You only had the single glass and it took all night to nurse it. You peer over at your mom. Her eyes are glassy as she silently ponders her crust. 

“Mom, you alright?” You ask. 

“Oh, you know, the doctor gave me these new pills. I think the wine might be mingling a bit too much with those,” she trills with laughter, “oh my.” 

Huh? Your mom’s always been on one form of antidepressant or another, you’re not entirely sure. The therapist wrote her scripts and you never bothered to check them. 

“Ah, the old Xanny-cabernet double hitter,” Tony chirps. You look at him sharply. “Relax, honey, I’ll take care of her. Huh, Joyce? I always do, don’t I?” He rubs her shoulder as she nods and slumps back, grinning. 

“Think maybe she needs to go,” you say as you stare at your mom with concern. 

“Don’t worry,” he raises his hand, “I’ll get us paid up and you can help me get her back to her hotel.” 

Another charge on her Mastercard. You try not to worry about it. You spent half your teenage years making sure she paid the bills before she went to the boutique but you have your own money to worry about now. 

“Okay,” you agree. You just want to make sure she’s alright. 

The server returns and Tony asks for the check. Your mom’s eyes droop with each passing minute. When at last, it’s all squared, she’s about to keel over the table. 

As Tony helps her out of the booth, you burn with mortification. You can only watch helplessly. She knew she shouldn’t drink on her new meds but it doesn’t make you feel any better about it. You should have said something when she poured the second glass. Sometimes you feel more like her parent than her child. 

“Keep her here, will ya?” He leaves you just outside the door. 

You watch Tony walk away and try not to make eye contact with anyone else coming or going. You shiver as you support your mom and she babbles, “isn’t he so handsome, sweetie? And rich? And perfect?” 

“Mm, yeah, mom,” you agree because you know she’s not really looking for an answer. 

“You know, it’s the funniest thing. I met him at the jewelers... what do you think he was doing in our town? Nothing much going on...” she trails off.  

You nod and watch the street. A red car pulls up and revs. Tony gets out and winks as he comes back up the pavement. He reaches for your mom and she staggers into him. 

“Oof, honey,” he snickers. “How about you take the front and I’ll get mom in the back laying down?” 

“Right,” you agree, “it’s not... I... I can get the bus.” 

“Nah, baby, I’ll make sure you get home safe. I can’t tell your mom I just let you wander off into the dark.” You scrunch your lips and nod. You walk to the car next to him as he helps your mother move her weak legs. “Get the door, sweetheart.” 

You pull the back door open and you find yourself nearly crushed against it as he angles your mom inside. As he pushes her up the seat, he presses into you. He bends her legs and they fall sideways. He huffs and stands, turning to face you. He doesn’t back up. 

“Ah, now, sweetheart, you keep those hands to yourself,” he snickers.  

“What?” You breathe. 

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” he purrs and brushes his fingertips down your sleeve, “you’re shaking like a leaf.” 

You shiver but you’re not sure it’s the frigid air. He backs up and you skirt around the door. He shuts it and quickly follows you, opening the front before you can. 

“Ah, allow me,” he steps back. 

You duck your head down and get in the passenger seat. Your heart is thumping. It’s nothing. It’s in your head. He’s just being... him? With how he’s behaved all night, you can’t say it’s unusual. You suppose he gets away with it because of his reputation. 

He shuts the door and goes around the other side. He drops into the driver’s seat and clears his throat. He pushes back his jacket and pulls on the seatbelt behind his shoulder. 

“Buckle up, sweetheart. Can’t risk that pretty face, can we?” He hums and taps the ignition button. “You want me to warm ya up?” He hits another button as you gape at his suggestion. “Seat warmer.” 

“Oh, okay, thanks.” 

“Hmm, you know, been a while since I had a pretty young thing like you in my car,” he adjusts the mirror and checks his reflection. “The grey tends to keep them away.” 

“Ah, yeah,” you agree tacitly. 

He strains to see around the car ahead of him and pulls out. He clucks, “so... you don’t like it?” 

“Don’t like... what?” 

“The gray hair,” he asks. 

“I didn’t... no, I didn’t say that.” 

“But you agreed.” 

“I-- I didn’t notice. Really. I don’t mind.” 

“You don’t mind, huh?” He combs the hair at his temple, one hand still on the wheel. “So, you think it makes me more handsome? Defined?” 

“I don’t... I don’t know,” you pick at your nails nervously. 

“You know, you can be honest. Won’t hurt my feelings. I’m more than just my good looks, you know?” He laughs as he leans on the pedal.  

“I’m not... I wouldn’t lie,” you say. 

He snorts, “oh, sweetheart, I know you wouldn’t. I like that about you.” He tilts his head at the road, “I can see right through you.” 

You swallow down the silence. The tension cords around your throat and you cough. You’re not sure why he’s so concerned with what you think. He should be more worried about your mother snoring in his backseat. 

[realprissygirl]

my current makeup + beauty shopping list ❤︎ ྀི

hair

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luxy x acquired style mega curls bundle

mermade style wand mega bundle

miss jessie’s curl cream and gel (my absolute fav curly products)

nails

new liquid monomer

crystal katana

more dnd polishes

glitter base cover powders

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bedazzled led lamp

nails charms

body

aquaphor healing ointment

braun epilator

african net sponges

urea cream

glow getter body wash

dove holiday deodorant

new belly rings (sparkly and dangly)

makeup

danessa myricks groundwork defining neutrals palette

one size pressed and loose powder

patrick ta major dimension palettes

kryolan setting spray

one size cheek clappers (both pink ones)

fenty fu$$y and confetti gloss bombs

a base restock (reups on my fav foundations, powders, and concealers)

buxom plumping glosses in clair, sophia, dolly, white russian, kanani, gabby

rhode peptide lip tints

fenty skin tint

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skin

paula’s choice bha exfoliant (bought this stuff three times now i’ll never let it go)

turmeric soap

joseon relief sun

argan oil

fragrance

victoria’s secret pink cotton candy mist

african body oils (yummmmm)

victoria’s secret shimmer bombshell mist

full size kayali vanilla candy rock sugar

gourmand fragrance oils

victoria’s secret daydream mists

purr by katy perry (i have meow ˖𓍢ִ໋)

victoria’s secret vanilla bean and macadamia mist

victoria’s secret pink glazed holiday mists

victoria’s secret pink seasonal scents

sol de janeiro sets

britney spears candied fantasy

sabrina carpenter fragrance collection

[purplemagics-blog]

MY LOGAN HOWLETT/WOLVERINE HEAD CANONS!!🐱🚬

LMAOO JUST SO YALL KNOW HALF OF THERES IS JUST LOGAN ACTING LIKE A CAT😭

Oh yeah and most of these take place in Deadpool and Wolverine before and after everybody in the X men died

1.) When no one is looking Logan sits in box’s like a cat. Ones Scott walked in on him doing it and to this day is still teasing him about it.

2.) When someone is taking a picture of him his eyes glow like when someone takes a picture of a cat.

3.) An actual mess when drunk to the point of crying. Ones Wade had to carry him bridal style out of bar cuz the bar called him so be could get “a man that is just sitting there crying while drinking a bottle of whiskey”

4.) Holds onto grudges harder than the average person. Once Wade accidentally spilled wine on his new white sweater and he didn’t talk to Wade for 5 months.

5.) Sometimes when bored Wade will take out a laser pointer and Pointed at the wall as he watches, Logan try to catch it and destroy the apartment in the process.

6.) at one point Wade forest Logan to go to therapy a.k.a. Wade dressed up like some old therapist and sat Logan down on the couch.

7.)Logan sleeps in Wade’s room cuz be doesn’t want to be alone when he is having nightmares/flashbacks.🥹

8.) speaking of nightmares and flashbacks Wade comfort, and holds Logan in his arms when he realizes he is not in the nightmare anymore.

9.) Logan is very paranoid and deathly scared of pickles and tinfoil like a cat LMAOO. (Wade knows this and takes advantage of this every single time)

10.) Logan is embarrassed by the smallest things but acts like it doesn’t affect him.

11.) Logan has a “white girl playlist” with Taylor, Swift, and Katy Perry on it.

12.) speaking of music he listens to Arctic Monkeys and his favorite song by them is “sex, drugs, etc.”

13.) Ones Scott took his box of cigarettes and Logan begged on his hands and knees to give it back.

14.) In the “worst Wolverine” universe he was fighting with Jean for Scott like how he was fighting with Scott for Jean in other universes and that night when he went to the bar and got shit faced. He finally gathered enough courage to ask Scott out but by the time he was there everyone was dead and he still beats himself up mentally for being to much of a pussy to ask him out before. :( (Sorry had that one in my mind for a while just needed to tell someone about it)

15.)He loves pancakes. Like you don’t even understand HE LOVES PANCAKES A LOT! (Especially Scott’s pancakes🥹)

16.) He takes game night a little too seriously. Like if he catches you cheating he’s going to fuck you up LMAO. Also, no matter what he will not let everyone quit until the game is over.

17.) Reads cooking magazines in his free time. He cannot cook.

18.) speaking of cooking this man is absolute dog shit at cooking😭🙏🏽 this man can’t even make a grilled cheese without burning the kitchen down. (And he may or may not act like he doesn’t know how to cook something he does cook just so Scott can cook it for him)

19.) He acts like he listens to country music even though he can’t name one song.

20.) He needs reading glasses but he just refuses to wear them but Xavier after some pushing and convincing got him to wear ✨contacts✨

21.) FUCKING LOVES CATS. But he acts like he doesn’t.

22.) fucking hates doing the laundry tbh hates doing any chores.

23.) Purrs when he has a good dream!

24.) Needs at pillowcases and his bed like a cat.

25.) his bed is more like a nest but he fully denies it saying it’s just for to keep warm. What I mean by nest is pillow, pillowcases, blankets old clothes just laid across his bed like a nest where he just sleeps in the middle of all of it.

26.) Even if he comes home covered in blood she will still lay in bed and go to bed if he’s tired, no matter how dirty he is.

27.) at this point is not faced by gore.

28.) if one of the X-Men members gets a cat, he will ask them to pet sit for them while they’re on missions. 

29.) Loves when his partners sit in his lap.

30.) 100% AT LEAST IN ONE UNIVERSE POLYAMOROUS WITH JEAN AND SCOTT!!

OK, that’s all I got, but I post a part two if I come up with more 

Honestly, same 

[baron-fromthebaronies]

Baron nips at Sprak and starts rolling with him again.

-Baron

Kiss kiss :3 (from Sprak)

Yay! Kiss kiss :)

-Baron

[neverwalka1one]

Magnus Protocol 20

Bite me Alice, I'm getting out the red string.

Me cackling at Celia's 'are we sure the Institute didn't deserve to be blasted out of existence? Because it probably definitely did. So much. How do I know? IDK. ...

The institute killed JFK didn't it. DIDN'T IT?

Alice... is terrified of the protocol. WHAT DO YOU KNOW, ALICE? Don't give me this vague 'don't poke the government' crap, you poke the government on the daily just by coming to work.

Hey, Ink5oul has a name! Welcome to the chat, Grace! OMG she has such a mean girl vibe I love it. She also sounds a lot Jude Perry when talking about the power she has. Same purr. Which is awesome, because Jude was definitely mentally stable.

'The mean comments hurt' ... Oooh, I sense a theme methinks.

... I gave in to temptation and googled Prince Albert and tattoos. ... I mean, he got it pierced, evidently, good for you Queen Victoria, but. IDK if it was tatted, though the article I found suggested both of them had 'intimate' tattoos. ... I need some bleach.

At least we now know why Grace is digging up people. Does not make it any less creepy. Now go graced (hah) with the image of her cracking open a casket and finding a strip of perfectly preserved skin over a moldering corpse. Great.

So, hear me out: If this is how Gwen dies, it's because she's a classist idiot. She knows she's trying to recruit Grace as an external. She knows externals are several shades of terrifying. SHE'S MET TERRIFYING EXTERNALS and has wanted security when meeting them. So tell me why she took that particular tone, which she would have never dreamed using on Lady 'omg she's married to a peer' Mawbrey. Yeah hun, you're getting a tattoo.

Also (credit to @yraelviii), that was a statement. Gwen asked a question, and got a statement. And now in true archivist fashion she's gonna get marked up by a pissed-off power-happy person

Bye Gwen! (but for srs NO not Gwen she has a thing with Alice I need more of that come back here)

[theostrophywife]

I love your Ithan fic and I was wondering if you would be willing to write a Ruhn fic where the reader is sister's with Ithan (there's no being engaged to Hypaxia), and the two get together when Ithan and Bryce reconnect and it's fluffy and little smutty? Sorry if this doesn't make sense. Thank you

sweet like candy.

author's note: when i tell y'all that i'm on my knees for ruhn danaan, crown prince of the valbaran fae...whew. 🥵🥵🥵

Do you want to get out of here?

Ruhn’s voice purrs into your thoughts. His suggestive tone pulls your attention away from your conversation with Bryce and Hunt as you stare at your boyfriend from across the room. 

Flanked by Dec and Flynn, Ruhn raises a brow at you from the couch. A cloud of mist swirls around your three favorite males as your boyfriend blows a ring of smoke in the air. The stench of mirthroot clings to every surface in the tiny living room, which was even more crowded than usual since Flynn thought it was a great idea to invite what seemed like the entire population of Crescent City into your home.

You chuckle, shaking your head. Ruhn pouts as you lower your mental shield. Isn’t it rude to leave your own party?

We wouldn’t technically be leaving, your boyfriend says with a sly smile. Just going upstairs and having a party of our own.

A shiver of anticipation skirts up your spine. Well, when you put it like that…

“You two are adorable,” Bryce cuts in. She flips her long red hair behind her shoulder, shooting a knowing look between you and her older brother.

You blink, almost forgetting about everything that wasn’t Ruhn. Right. You were actively having a conversation before your boyfriend distracted you. 

“Try disgusting,” Ithan cuts in. Your older brother states, blanching. “Living with these two is almost as bad as my stay at the Bryce and Hunt sex villa.” 

Bryce snorts as you roll your eyes. “I thought you were the Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae’s number one fan.”

“Not when he’s dating my baby sister,” Ithan responds with a grimace. 

“Such an alphahole,” you mutter in annoyance. Despite the comment, you find yourself smiling. You and Ithan were incredibly close, given all that you’ve been through as siblings and he was incredibly protective of you. As wolves, you were both fiercely loyal and stubborn to a fault. 

When Sabine kicked him out of the Den, you were out on a mission away from Lunathion and you thanked Urd that Bryce had taken him in after Perry dropped him off nearly beaten to a pulp. You weren't sure what you would've done if you'd lost another brother. Needless to say, you went into a rage upon your return. None of the other wolves had ever seen you so angry and completely, utterly, out of your mind when you attacked the Prime Apparent in retaliation to what she'd done to your brother. Sabine may have been stronger than you, but you would've torn her apart for nearly taking Ithan away from you too. The grief of losing Conner wasn't something you wanted to live through again.

Luckily, Ithan was there to intervene. Along with his newfound group of friends that took you in just as they had done for him. 

It wasn’t that big of an adjustment to live with four males since you grew up with Ithan and Connor, but Declan and Flynn had a harder time adjusting. The two Fae males weren’t used to adhering to any semblance of order. They would never admit it, but the changes you’d implemented around the house, including coming up with a rotating chore schedule and weekly grocery trips so that you had something other than beer and pizza in the fridge greatly improved their lives. 

Flynn often called you a bossy know-it-all and while Dec complained about the incessant bickering between you and the Fae lord, they both warmed up to you rather quickly. Mostly because they've never seen anyone put Ruhn in his place quite like you did.

The Crown Prince didn't mind that you made him take his boots off before stepping on the brand new pink rug that you insisted added warmth to the living room or that he couldn’t drink milk right out of the carton anymore without receiving a swat on the back of the head. Ruhn didn’t even bat an eyelash when you switched the channel from the sunball game to one of those trashy reality shows that you seemed to love so much, despite his roommate’s protests. 

Most of all, Ruhn loved that you didn’t seem to give a shit that he was the Starborn Prince. You still yelled at him when he ate your leftovers or used up the fancy shampoo that you and Flynn hoarded like gold. And he loved every second of it.

Hunt nudges you with his wing. “I, for one, am glad that you two are dating,” the angel states. “You put Danaan in his place like no one’s business.”

A tattooed arm slinks over your shoulder, pulling you close. “And here I thought we were becoming friends, Athalar.”

The Umbra Mortis chuckles. “Doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy a tiny little thing like her knocking you down a few pegs.”

Bryce grins as she surveys the absolute love struck look on her brother’s face. “Agreed, Athalar. It’s about damn time that my brother got a love life of his own, so he can stay out of mine.”

“Speaking of my love life.” Ruhn starts, nudging your hip with his. “It’s time we bow out of this party.” 

“We have an early start tomorrow and someone turns into a grumpy little wolf when they don’t get enough sleep.” Your boyfriend teases, smoothly providing an alibi for you two to sneak off to his room. 

“Seriously?” Flynn asks with a groan. “Little wolf really sank her claws into you huh, Danaan? You’re so unbelievably whipped.”

Ruhn only chuckles. “You would be too if you were lucky enough to have her as your girlfriend.”

You scrunch your nose. “I think I’d take my chances with the dragon.” 

With a bevy of laughter and a huff of annoyance from the lordling, you wave to your friends as Ruhn ushers you upstairs. 

As soon as the door shuts behind you, Ruhn’s mouth is on yours. You giggle, smiling into the kiss as your boyfriend leads you to the bed. Your knees hit the edge of the mattress as Ruhn carefully sets you down, his raven hair cascading over you like a dark curtain while he deepens the kiss. The guttural sound he releases when your tongue sweeps past his parted lips makes your head spin with desire. 

“You taste like cherries,” you murmur, taking his bottom lip between your teeth. Flicking your tongue through his lip ring was Ruhn’s invitation to unleash himself on you.

“Flynn made me try one of his fancy little cocktails again,” he replies absentmindedly, lifting the hem of your shirt and pressing kisses into your overheated skin. Ruhn pulls it over your head before moving downwards to slide his hands up your skirt. He crumples the fabric up between his fingers before taking the lace of your panties between his teeth. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll taste like you soon enough.” 

The predatory smirk he flashes your way sends a shiver down your spine as Ruhn’s head disappears between your thighs. He lets out a pleased hum when he finds you wet and soaking for him, ready for his tongue to be buried between your slick folds. 

Ruhn grips your hips, holding you down as he slowly licks a stripe through your soaking core. “Hang on tight, baby.” 

That’s the only warning you get before his wicked tongue threatens to unravel you. Ruhn grunts as you buck against his mouth, your slender fingers tugging at his hair roughly. He loved making you needy and desperate. The bossy wolf tamed into a mewling pup with just the flick of his tongue. 

Your boyfriend eats you out like it’s his sole mission in life, making you moan and writhe underneath him as he slides a finger inside of you. Judging by the way your thighs clench around him, Ruhn takes it as a signal to slip both his index and middle finger inside you, curving to touch that spongy spot atop your walls. 

“I can tell you’re about to cum, but can you do something for me, little pup?” Ruhn asks from between your legs. 

You nod, barely forming coherent thoughts from the pleasure he was giving you. “Anything, Ruhn.” 

“I want you to ride my face, sweetheart.” 

Your eyes flutter open. “What if I’m too heavy? I—I don’t want to crush you.” 

Ruhn squeezes your hip gently. “You won’t. Trust me baby, I can handle it.” 

You shift, putting your weight on your elbows. This was new territory for you. You weren’t by any means inexperienced, but no male had ever asked you to sit on their face. Then again, no male ever ate your pussy with as much enthusiasm and expertise as Ruhn did. It always surprised you how attentive your boyfriend was. Whether you were in or out of the bedroom, Ruhn always made sure to put you first.

“Are you sure?” 

“Absolutely positive.” Your boyfriend reassures you with a gentle kiss. Ruhn lies on his back, grinning as he pulls you by the wrist. “Don’t be shy, baby. Come get on top of me.” 

Despite your uncertainty, you’re more than happy to oblige him. Ruhn watches as you straddle his stomach, inching higher and higher until both of your thighs are settled on either side of his face. He twines your fingers together, kissing your knuckles before placing your hands on the wooden headboard. 

“Hold on to the headboard, sweetheart.” 

His voice is laced with sensual promise and you can’t help but whimper as his large hands clamp down on the tops of your thighs, firmly positioning you over his face like it was your own personal throne. You slightly hover above him as though you were still scared that he wouldn’t be able to handle all of you. 

“All the way, baby. I want to feel all of you.”

Slowly, but surely, you put all of your weight on Ruhn and he groans in pleasure, continuing his feast like eating your pussy was his favorite thing in the world. The worry of crushing your boyfriend soon dissipates as he works you with his tongue. It feels good, so good that you find yourself gripping the headboard for support while you ride his face. 

Despite having his mouth full, Ruhn finds another way to let you know just how much he enjoys your enthusiasm.

There’s a good girl. Keep riding my face just like that, sweetheart.

“Burning fucking Solas,” you mutter under your breath. “That feels so good. Don’t stop, Ruhn.”

Ruhn moans at the desperation in your voice, circling your clit with his tongue and flicking faster and faster as you buck against his sharp jaw. 

Gonna cum for me, sweet girl? Go on, then. I want to taste you on my tongue.

The words send you over the edge and you cum hard, squirting into Ruhn’s mouth while he laps up your juices. Soft moans slip past your lips almost reverently as your boyfriend licks up every last drop. The orgasm racks through your entire body and you crumple into Ruhn’s arms. He strokes your hair before kissing you softly, the taste of you coating his tongue. 

Your eyes flutter open, finding his loving gaze already fixated on you. “Was that your first time squirting?” he asks gently. 

Heat travels up your cheeks. You were so busy chasing after yours that you didn’t even realize what you’d done. “I—I’m so sorry. I’ve never done that before. Everything just happened so fast—”

Ruhn cuts you off with a kiss. When he pulls away, there’s nothing but care and appreciation in his eyes. “Don’t be sorry. I loved it. You taste sweet like candy.” He caresses your cheek, tracing the outline of your lips. “Did you like it?” 

“Are you kidding? It was fucking amazing.” Ruhn chuckles as you wrap your arms around his neck. “You’re fucking amazing, Ruhn.” 

You kiss him, slow and deep, showing him just how much you appreciated every part of him. Ruhn was the best boyfriend any female could ever ask for. He was kind, thoughtful, loyal and a top notch lay. You made sure to convey that last part out loud. 

“You’ve been hanging around Flynn too much,” he says with an amused chuckle. “Now c’mere, sweetheart. I’m trying to add excellent cuddler to the list as well.” 

You sigh happily as Ruhn wraps you into his arms, pulling you close and kissing your temple. “Consider it done.” 

[haechvn]

How do some of you Letitia fans Stan her ? Genuinely asking ? Because yall favorite is a Suoer Christian with a bunch of hirny gay women feening over her and some of yall thinking she’s queer and I swear I’m not being rude but have yall not see this play out before ?..she is going to be a Jackie Hill Perry 2.0 and I can already see it .

First of all, shut the absolute fuck up. I beg you. I don’t even follow her on ig. I just think she’s talented and hot and I love black women. Second of all, go back to elementary school and learn how to spell and use grammar correctly you illiterate fuck. My bestie is a teacher maybe you should meet up with her.

Third of all….WHO FUCKING CARES??? if she’s hetero, okay purr. If she ain’t, okay purrrrr. For you to come this early and be worried about who’s feening over her and who isn’t just lets me know you don’t have a lot going on in your life. This isn’t the first time women have been attracted to other women without having to know their sexuality bc it literally doesn’t matter. YALL HOES WERE IN LOVE WITH KEHLANI WHEN SHE WAS “STRAIGHT” OR WHATEVER THE FUCK. Like good fucking night. Why is it an issue with Letitia that the girlies like her? Maybe you got electrocuted by your rose toy this morning and that’s why you’re acting stupid as hell in my inbox.

[workbtch]

KATY PERRY 'Purr' Mexico Fragrance Launch (2011)

[thedo0zyslider]

Take A Break (For Little Ol' Me) - 2k Words

Jimmy is just trying to get his work done, and a bandit is determined to make it as hard as possible to do so...

A03

(@thehappyromeo THEYRE HEREEEE)

"Ah! Sheriff!”

A voice calls from behind him, and Jimmy has to hold back a groan. Really? This guy? Right now, of all the times? He is very busy at the moment, and has no time to deal with this idiots shenanigans! He never does really, but now is a partially bad moment. 

"Whaddya want, Bandit?" The Sheriff says, annoyance clear in his tone. He tugs on the reins of his horse, drawing the animal to a stop beside him. Him and Bullseye had been rounding up some escaped horses, one’s that had gotten out through a broken pen the night prior. They’ve stayed in a herd, but have strayed quite far from Tumble Town. Getting the animals back was already going to take hours, and now it was probably gonna take like, six more; with how annoying this guy loved to constantly be. 

The Bandit smirks at his indignation, his blue eyes shining with mischief. They always glimmer with something like that, and it's always not good. Not that Jimmy looks at his eyes very much…no. Not when they’re kinda covered by that mask…

“I just wanted to see my favorite Sheriff!” The Bandit purrs smoothly, a devilishly little smile dancing along his face. He gets closer to the blonde, his smirk growing ever wider as he does so. This guy also loves getting in his personal space, has he forgotten to mention that? Jimmy thinks it's his favorite damn pastime nowadays. “What’s so wrong with that?”

“Well I’m busy, so you’ll have to wait. I have horses to wrangle.” The Sheriff huffs, grabbing Bullseye's reins again. There’s two more horses right there, and if he can just grab them, he’ll feel comfortable enough to ward this guy off. There’s already another horse with him, so if he can get these others, he’ll have around half wrangled.

“Can’t you just take a break? You work all the damn time.” The thief grumbles, crossing his arms slightly.  The Sheriff takes a few steps forward, a vain attempt to lose his companion, and the Bandit follows him stride for stride, walking next to him rather annoyingly.

“Nope.” Jimmy says, getting ahold of a stray horse’s reins. This one is called Dusty, and belongs to one of the farmhands. He thinks. The Sheriff knows he often gets that horse confused with another, near identical one they have. So this one is either Dusty, or Perry, who belongs to another person in town. Considering how old Perry is, he hopes his first guess about the name was right. It wouldn’t be good for him to stray this far from the town.

“Not even for me? Your favorite bandit?” The man next to him purrs, that sly smile never quite leaving his face. It doesn’t leave his face often anyways, so Jimmy doesn’t know why he’s expecting too. Or why he wants it too. He doesn’t even know what other look he would like to see instead.

“Still no.” Jimmy huffs, getting ahold of another horse. Debby, he thinks that's this one's name. Either way, she’s the one that belongs to their local bartender, and he’d hate for him to lose his beloved horse. That bartender’s a… good friend of his, you could say. If you were a historian specifically. “And you are not my favorite bandit.”

“Then who is?” The criminal huffs, his pointed ears flattening. He sounds a little ….. jealous , possessive even. Like the Sheriff is his to own. Which is funny, because nobody owns Jimmy. Nobody but himself, that is.

“The bandits that cooperate when I try to arrest them.” The blonde huffs, tightening his grip on all three horses' reigns. The animals are following him without protest, Bullseye even motioning his head towards the last of the wayward herd. Jimmy gives the horse a friendly pat, and tries one final time to lose this guy. Even if he knows deep down all his attempts are futile.

“Ah.” The Bandit sounds…rather unimpressed by that. Like he expected Jimmy to name someone, like anyone gave the Sheriff half as much trouble as he did. It was like he expected to have to fight for the law’s attention. Which was…..an interesting realization. But also a fun one that could be used against him.

Jimmy stops trying to lose his companion, and turns to look at him with a smile. “What, were you jealous?” He asks, forgetting entirely about the horses. He takes a few steps closer to the Bandit, making a pointed effort to get in the other man’s space.

“Now why would I be jealous of some low life little cowards.” The Bandit huffs beneath his mask, almost sounding offended by it. “ I don’t bend to the law that easily.”

“I think you do bend easy to the law.” Jimmy feels a small smile of his own creeping across his features, satisfaction running through him. He can see the way the other’s eyes widen, how they search his face and linger too long on certain places. It seemed invading the Bandit’s personal space did do the trick after all.

“How so?” He asks, going to pull his mask down. The one that covers the bottom half of his face, not his eyes. That part is still hidden. But enough of the criminals face is showing that it would be…bad if someone else were to find them. It’s moments like these where Jimmy is glad he works alone.

“Like you are right now.” The Sheriff purrs, his tone now teasing. Briefly he leans closer, pressing their chests together for the smallest moment, so they can feel each other’s heart beating. The Bandit's breath hitches at that, but he does not move away. Just blushes, which is gosh darn adorable, Jimmy had to admit.

“I do not!” The blonde exclaims, sounding indignant. But it’s not too genuine, because he moves closer, until they are practically touching. Until they are close enough to grab each other’s faces and do gods knows what afterwards. “I just enjoy making your job harder!” 

“Besides, that means I get you all to myself~” He adds, moving ever closer. The Bandit seems to have regained his usual spunk, now flirting right back. Good, Jimmy was starting to get concerned. It’s never like him to be so easily flustered.

“You love that, don’t you?” The Sheriff says, raising an eyebrow. Hell, he knows this guy loves it. He himself loves it, loves all the attention and fleeting touches that are exchanged between them. Love it like some kinda drug.

“Am I that obvious?” The blonde purrs, flushing their bodies closer together. Jimmy doesn’t move away, even though he should. Their chests press together again, for longer this time, and the Sheriff needs to ignore the warmth that flutters in him at the contact. He swallows nervously, the Bandit’s cat like eyes trained on every inch of him.

“You’re basically on top of me, so yes.” Jimmy mutters, feeling his resolve crumble. For whatever sly comment he makes, his little thief friend is always able to one up him. Every single time, he always makes him splutter and stumble over his own words like a fool.

“What can I say, I like what I see~” The Bandit purrs, teasingly ghosting a hand over the Sheriff’s arm. Another hovers above his waist, and it is taking all the strength in him for the cow hybrid to not lean into the touch; no matter how tempting it may be.

Jimmy resists the urge to roll his eyes, and the near magnetic pull he feels. He resists the urge to lean in, only for a few minutes more, “I know that already….”

“I think you do as well.” The blonde says, breaking their gazes apart from each other. Jimmy hadn’t even realized they’d been staring into each other’s eyes before that moment.. He follows the other’s gaze, and sees the very thing he is probably not supposed to see. The very thing that is trying to ruin their lovely horrible little moment.

It is then that Jimmy realsies the horses have run off again. All three of them, even Bullseye. He holds back an annoyed groan, moving his hand away from the Bandit’s own. Who is currently trying to grab it and keep him there and further distract him. Like the flirty little pest he always is.

"I'm so going to arrest you.” Jimmy huffs, making some lame attempts to move away, mostly because he knows the other will just drag him right back. Criminals are very persistent when they want to be, especially when they have something for you. Especially this one.

"With handcuffs? Quite kinky, don't you say?” The Bandit smirks, looking rather proud of himself for that one. The horses are forgotten again as soon as he says those words. His tail curls in self satisfaction, matching the annoying look on his dumb stupid face. His dumb, stupid, pretty face….

Jimmy feels himself go beet red, fumbling at the indecency of the comment. "Martyn!”

"Hmm, that's how to get you to say my name? Interesting~” Martyn purrs, sounding oh so pleased with himself. He seems to relish in how flustered the other man is, now touching him purposefully. In all the spots he knows make Jimmy weak in the knees. Like an asshole.

He fumbles out another response, his ears flicking down in embarrassment. It’s hard to make a good defense right now, especially when someone has a hand grabbing the back of your neck. "Well you....you said that-”

"We've done a lot worse than a little tying up, dear Sheriff." Martyn cuts him off, teasingly running his fingers along the side of Jimmy’s chin. His other hand rests on the tallers's waist, far too close to his waistband. The damn flirt. The Sheriff can't help but blush at all of that, reminded of their past ah..... meetups . The non-family friendly kind, if you must. They’d had…far too many of those for him to be comfortable admitting to anymore…..not that he ever was in the first place…

The Bandit chuckles again, going to hold the emperor’s cheek in his hand properly. Jimmy leans into the touch like a fool, like Martyn probably knew he was going too. "You're so easy to fluster.” His touch is warm and soothing, and Jimmy can see why he always falls for it. It’s…. nice to be held like this, he has to admit. 

“And you're the biggest flirt in town.” Jimmy snorts, the other thumbing his cheek lightly. This guy knows all the ways to make his heart flutter, dunnit he? “Plus you're the most touchy person ever. ” 

“Touche.” Martyn hums. His eyes twinkle with something, something the Sheriff might dare and call fondness. If he didn't know any better, that is. He doesn’t think this rascal could ever be fond for anybody, not anything beyond friendship anyways. And they are not friends, or anything more, despite what the evidence might suggest. They are just a Sheriff and the Bandit that always escapes capture, locked in a never ending chase. With some drunken affairs sprinkled in between, of course.

Despite himself, Jimmy smiles, and nuzzles into Martyn’s hand. He thinks the blonde goes a little pink at that, and his ears flick downward. A sure sign that the Sheriff has finally managed to fluster him. Jimmy holds back a smirk at that, and just enjoys the new redness of the criminal's face. If this were a normal relationship, he would press a kiss into the other’s palm. But their relationship has never been normal, so he does not do so. Even if the blonde wants to so badly, to show his affection like he so desires.

“Well, I got you to take a break, didn’t I?” Martyn huffs, finding both of their faces closer than they had been just a minute ago. The bandit’s tail flicks around both their legs, brushing against Jimmy’s occasionally. Eventually, it settles, intertwining with the Sheriff’s own tail casually. Jimmy pretends not to notice it, even if it makes his heart flutter ten times faster.

“I guess you did…” He mumbles, quiet and breathless. The air between them is no longer tense, now something softer. It’s something he wouldn’t trade for anything, moments like these, staring into the prettiest blue eyes the world has ever shown him.…

Martyn leans in slowly, taking the others' lips in his. Jimmy lets him easily, for this is not the first or last time they will do this. The bandit’s grip on him tightens, but never becomes hard enough to hurt. Just firm enough to keep him in place, like the Sheriff would ever try to move from this. It’s….a very sensual kiss, an enjoyable one. Mainly because Martyn is very good at this. Jimmy leans into more with every second, and has to stop himself from being disappointed when it ends. He wanted more.

They break away, both of them taking rather deep breaths. Jimmy lets both of them catch their breaths, before leaning in again. He wants more, so he’s going to take more; and he knows that the bandit will not complain. Martyn makes a sound as their lips connect again, a happy little whine he thinks. He holds Jimmy’s face in both hands this time, bringing them even closer as he kisses back. This one is slow, like they are making it last as long as possible, in case it never happens again.

Martyn moves back slowly, making the moment last as long as he possibly can. Jimmy keeps trying to chase him like a starving man. The Bandit stops him though, the hold on his face becoming firmer. The Sheriff says nothing, just leans into the touch and pouts a little. Martyn’s face is still just as pretty as it had been before, even when his lips were puffy and swollen and his cheeks redder than some of the desert sand. He;s still so pretty, even when his gaze darkens again and Jimmy knows what it means.

"This never happened?” He asks, almost in a whisper. He asks to make sure that they are still on the same page, doing so in timid conformation. That this never happened, that this is not the nature of their relationship. That they are just a troublesome thief and the sheriff that wants to finally put him behind bars. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Not at all.” Martyn mutters in agreement, letting go of his face. The Sheriff tries not to miss the touch too much. It doesn’t work. He misses it like he’s never missed anything or anyone ever before.

Jimmy moves way further, so that no part of them is touching. The lack of contact burns unpleasantly, but he pushes the sensation to the back of his mind. He still has some wayward horses to corral, after all. He needs to focus on that instead. "It.....still doesn't mean anything?”

"No.....it doesn't.” The Bandit says, pulling his face mask back over his mouth. The mask that keeps his real face such a secret. Oftentimes, the Sheriff wonders what would happen if he just…tore it off one day, and showed his face to the world.

"Good..” He hums out the one word response, fixing his slightly rumpled clothes, The Sheriff's hat is pulled tighter onto Jimmy’s head, in case someone wants to steal it again. Even if he knows today isn’t one of those days. The atmosphere isn’t right for their normal teasing anymore. He almost misses it.

"...See you later, Sheriff.” Martyn says, his voice stiff. Controlled. Like he wants to say more, to do more. Like he’s holding himself back. He looks off into the distance, not meeting the Sheriff’s eyes, like he can’t muster the strength too anymore.

"Yeah, try not to rob anything while I'm away.” The Sheriff says, his own voice sounding strained, even to him. There is still an unpleasant feeling squirming under him, that he is trying to ignore. There is a long bear of silence before Jimmy gets a response, and it's one that sends him thinking.

"No promises, love.” Martyn says, turning away from him. Jimmy tries to ignore the use of love at the end, but fails miserably in doing so. It’s just how they talk where the Bandit’s from, or something, it doesn’t mean anything. Probably. Even if he is from Tumble Town, just like the Sheriff is….

It doesn’t mean anything, I can’t. If it does, Jimmy doesn’t know what he would do with himself.

“Take Debby and go, will you?” He huffs, his earlier annoyance leaking back into his tone. The Sheriff isn’t actually annoyed….he doesn’t think. Just upset. He’s not sure what he’s upset about exactly, but he knows it has to do with Martyn and his work being interrupted. Yeah, something like that.. Probably, hopefully…

“Yeah, thanks for getting her.” Martyn responds, trying to summon his usual…whatever he normally has back into his voice. If Jimmy was anyone else, it would fool him. But he’s not anyone else, so he isn't fooling anyone right now.

“Don’t steal anything.” He reminds again, not knowing what else to say. The horses walk further into the distance, and Martyn turns to leave. The Bandit saddles his own horse, and heads towards the opposite direction. Where he can’t interfere with the Sheriff’s work, and they don’t have to see each other for the rest of the day.

“No promises.” Martyn repeats, and then vanishes into the sun.

[blackstarchanx3new]

FSR Side comics

It dawns on me I should start linking the dubiously cannon side comics.

Link's dad and Shadow

Dark and Shadow "Daddy" comic

YOU Green and Link comic

Blue and Dark kissing while Red suffers

Dark's awakening

Dark gets Vaati a cake

Red's fed up with Dark

"Sleep together" Darkblue comic

He also does it when- (Link Glitching comic)

Dark Simps Vaati's stuff

Blue hates demons

Mouth to mouth combat

Dark purrs like a cat

Vaati kidnaps Green

FSRA comics spoilers for FSR

Nap time with Demon King

Is it vegan tho?

Me myself and I

Perry Can't spell "Eyes"

[candied-peach]

ao3: "soft flames on my tongue" rating: T warnings: remile, candle mishap, food, nonbinary emile and remy genre: fluff description: Remy tries to make the evening romantic. Operative word: tries. (prompt from here, lyrics from christina perri's "a thousand years")

And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more

Remy's heart feels like it might pound its way out of his chest, and for once, he's pretty sure it's not because he's two steps away from a caffeine overdose. Emile's on their way home, and Remy's never been more nervous, not even when Emile first stepped into his heart and asked if he'd like to go out sometime. 

It's their fifth anniversary. It's their fifth anniversary, and Remy wants it to be special. He paces the hallway, peering into each room as he crosses it. The living room, where he's put out some cinnamon-scented candles. Warm light flickers across the walls. He's got every season of Steven Universe lined up, for Emile to pick and choose their favorite episodes. He actually made Emile's favorite cookies (peanut butter ones, and he hopes they taste good), and bought some of Emile's favorite chocolates. He even got a special chocolate cupcake with pink glitter. Pink flowers, of course, but different ones. Remy doesn't speak flower, but he hopes he's not accidentally put together a bouquet that says anything negative, because he'll be more than happy to burn the offending petals if required.

The bedroom, where some extra pink flower petals (roses, this time) have been sprinkled across freshly made sheets. More candles, although this time, he broke out the electric ones. No actual flames in the bedroom. He thought it'd be safer to relegate those to the living room. He knows he's being slightly ridiculous (even as he makes sure he's gotten Emile's favorite Starbucks order right). He just wants Emile to come home from work, relax, and feel completely and utterly loved.

Cheesy? Absolutely. Remy doesn't give a fuck. He'd do a thousand and one more cheesy things if it made his Emile smile. Blow through every romantic stereotype and then some. He sips on his iced vanilla latte, trying to ignore the frantic tattoo of his heartbeat, as he hears two things- Emile's key in the lock and a soft meow as their cat winds through his legs.

"Hey, sweetheart," Remy coos, bending down to give their fluffball some scritches behind the ear. She purrs smugly as Emile steps into the kitchen, and Remy's heart floods with love. They look tired, dropping their bag on a chair, their pink headscarf a little askew, but their smile is brilliant when their soft brown eyes land on Remy's figure.

"Starlight," Emile breathes, stepping into Remy's waiting arms. Remy manages to place his latte on the table, before his arms close around Emile and press them close, his eyes sparkling as he looks down into their tired features.

"North Star," Remy murmurs. His guiding light. "Beautiful." He brushes a kiss across Emile's nose, making them giggle lightly. His throat tightens with emotion. "Happy anniversary, babe," Remy says, and Emile's smile blooms, soft and sappy.

"Happy anniversary, darling," Emile says, peppering kisses across Remy's jaw and up one cheek. "I see you made something," Emile notes, looking around the kitchen and zeroing in on the kitchen sink, still full of baking implements. Remy flushes scarlet. In all his preparations, he might have sort of forgotten that he needed to finish washing up.

"Oops," Remy says. "It's a surprise."

"You are such a dork," Emile says fondly, clasping one of Remy's hands in their own. They sniff the air, their forehead creasing. "Do you smell something burning?" They ask, as Remy hears an alarmed meow come from the living room.

"Shit," Remy blurts out, dashing into the other room, just in time to see their cat's tail disappear behind the sofa. One of the candles has been partially knocked on its side, and it looks like it's trying its best to set the end table on fire. "Shit, shit, shit-"

"I'll get it," Emile says calmly, crossing the room as Remy dithers, panicking. 

"Sorry," Remy says, his voice weak, as Emile fixes it. Thankfully, there is nothing but a slight scorch mark and stray drips of wax left. "I thought a few candles might be romantic."

"You almost burnt the house down," Emile teases. Tears threaten, but Emile sees the telltale sheen in Remy's eyes, and immediately comes back, holding Remy's hands and pulling him closer. "No harm done, love," Emile soothes. "I promise. It's okay."

"I just- I wanted it to be perfect," Remy says, his voice gaining a slight wobble. "Starting a house fire was not on my list of priorities."

"I know, starlight," Emile murmurs, brushing another kiss across Remy's cheek. "It's fine. And the kitty looks fine, too." Remy looks down at Athena, who has slipped out from behind the couch and is now pawing at Emile's leg. Fully unharmed. 

Remy breathes a ragged sigh of relief, and Emile guides him to the couch, pressing him to sit down.

"Are these the only other candles?" Emile asks. Remy nods.

"The ones in the bedroom don't have an open flame," Remy explains. Emile smiles softly, then carefully blows out each candle.

"Just in case," Emile says, eyeing Athena, who meows innocently and starts cleaning her tail.

"I made cookies," Remy blurts out. "And got you stuff. And-" Remy points at the bouquet of pink flowers. Emile's face lights up as they process each thing.

"Remy," Emile says, their voice so full of love, Remy nearly starts crying again. "I got you something," Emile says, struggling to get up. "It's in my bag."

"You did?" Remy asks in surprise. "Why?" Emile's smile broadens.

"It's our anniversary, silly," Emile says, disappearing into the kitchen. When they come back, they're holding a small box.

"What is it?" Remy asks. Emile sets it into his hands. 

"You'll see," Emile says. Remy opens it, tearing into the pink wrapping paper, to find a pin. It's a phrase, carefully outlined in black and gold. 'A thousand more,' reads the pin, and Remy's heart squeezes almost painfully in his chest.

"Love you, starlight," Emile says, settling next to him and kissing the corner of his mouth.

"God, I love you, too," Remy breathes, soft and genuine, as he turns and presses a kiss to Emile's waiting mouth. "Wanna watch Steven Universe?" He blurts out. "Any of your favorite episodes, I don't care."

"Not the cat fingers one," Emile says immediately, with a little theatrical shudder. "Never that one."

"I'll burn it like I nearly did the house, babe," Remy promises, and Emile laughs.

"Sounds good to me," Emile says, and rests their head on Remy's shoulder.

[the-owl-house-takes]

Darius purrs in his sleep. Perry snores in his sleep. Eda cackles in her sleep. Camila talks in her sleep. Raine cannot sleep without background noise - they sleep together. #parentpolycule

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