#rough amethyst points

[sylverra]

Rough Amethyst Points at Sylverra💜

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[gtgbabie0]

-Aegon Targaryen x Wife!Reader

{Aegon takes pleasure in his cups… and in between your thighs although it’s all the same to him}

!!-18//MDNI-!! I was listening to Amy Whinehouse whilst writing this, enjoy my lovelies💕

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The hour of the bat was well and truly upon Kings Landing, the crescent moon resting against the abyss of the night sky as it casts down a silvery hue that bleeds throughout the Red Keep. With the absence of the sun, you found peace, resting on the velvety divan with a book in hand.

You were lost within the chapters as Aegon paces the length of your bedchambers before collapsing next to you on the divan, leaning up against cushions with a heavy sigh.

“They all belittle me… they all take me for a fool.” He huffs, pointing over to the door of your chambers, still complaining about today’s council meeting with a deep frown. You had already said your piece yet it seems Aegon was not done venting to you.

He looks up to you, opening his mouth to complain about how you ‘need to pay attention to him and not the book’ however the words fall short, dissolving on the tip of his tongue as he stares at you completely star-stuck.

His lips curl into a lopsided grin, the sight of you and the slightly sheer fabric of your nightslip that veils your body, how the fireplace bathes you in a warm orangey light, you had a beauty that captivated him wholly.

“Fuck them… fuck, all of them.” He declares suddenly, although deep down he doesn’t mean the words, not really, you can tell by the way his amethyst eyes flicker with hesitation, glancing down at his fidgeting hands.

“Aegon—” you start, but your words are quickly cut off by him, his rough palm resting against your cheek.

His gaze meets your own, shuffling closer to you, his lips curling downwards in a nonchalant manner. “No, I don’t need any of them, just you.” His words are hushed, only meant for your ears.

With a sigh your eyes soften in an understanding, for you know his only desire is to be admired or at the very least just simply liked. You close your book, leaning over him to place it on the wooden table.

“And you have me, no matter what the future holds.” You reaffirm his words, watching him closely as he lets out a shaky sigh which he tries his best to conceal.

There was an instability in Aegon’s life, save for you, his only constant in a world of ever-changing conditions. Perhaps that is why he clings to you the way he does, arms wrapped tightly around your soft waist with his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

“I am not as malleable as they think… I will win, I will burn down anyone who goes against me.” He whispers against the curve of your jaw, confidence weighing against his tone. His hand slips in between the gap of your nightslip to caress your bare waist down to your hip, the cool metal of his wedding band sends a chill down your spine.

He needed a distraction, the pressure from the heavy crown he never asked for was too much for him to endure alone. He needed to not feel like such a disappointment for even just a small moment.

He kisses the small spot behind your ear, an invitation, to which your head instinctively tilts to the side, enticing him to leave open-mouthed kisses along your neck. His lips linger against your pulse point with a small grin, the sound of your pleasured sigh hitting his ears.

“Of course, I do not doubt you, you know that.” You whisper through a shaky voice, steeped in desire. Your body jolts, a soft gasp, at the feeling of his teeth nipping the sensitive skin on your throat before kissing the spot once then twice.

He hums in acknowledgement, pulling back to admire you. His palm still cupping your cheek with a certain hint of possessiveness, it shows in the way he thumbs at your bottom lip. “Hmm, you might be the only one who does, my pretty wife.” He whispers, all of his worries and troubles slowly ebbing away.

The atmosphere around the pair of you suddenly changes, the air becoming so thick that you’re sure it could snuff out the candles around you.

“Yours… all yours Aegon.” The words come out in one breath, tumbling past your parted lips as his fingertips graze along your lower abdomen, slipping through the coarse hair on your mound before dipping past your slick folds.

The rough pads of his finger slides along your slit to collect your wetness before finding your clit, rubbing slow circles against the sensitive bud, testing the waters, as you melt into the divan. Aegon chuckles against your shoulder, enjoying the way your thighs spread and your hips writhe with desperation for more.

He sinks down onto the floor, kneeling between your thighs, ready to pray at the altar of your body. He immediately pushes the silk fabric of your nightdress up past your thighs, letting it pool around your hips.

“I’ve been deprived of you for weeks…” he mutters, leaving marks against your hip-bones, sucking at the sensitive skin, before soothing them with a gentle kiss or two.

You watch his lilac eyes go dark with a carnal craving, the way his hands greedily feel up your thighs, squeezing the supple fat harshly, it all only elicits more gasps and moans from you.

He coos against the inside of your thigh, nudging one leg over his shoulder and propping the other up on the divan to spread out in front of him, the sight of your soaked cunt going straight to his hardening cock. “I’ll be gentle… so gentle.” He smirks, a lie, lips trailing over your inner thighs with all tongue and teeth as your hips buck upwards in anticipation.

He tuts, fingers digging into your hips to keep you still. All too suddenly he’s tugging you closer to him roughly, making you slouch against the cushions of the divan with a shocked gasp.

Your fingers bury within his white choppy hair, pulling him closer to your aching heat as his tongue trails along your cunt, flicking against your clit with a groan. He smirks into your soaked folds, the sound of your whiny moans, the way his name falls from your parted lips in a hunger only he could satisfy, it all makes his skin burn.

“Keep moaning… let me hear you.” He encourages, words muffled against your slickness, lips pressed to your clit, leaving open-mouthed kisses against your sensitive bud trying to elicit more sweet noises from your lips as he hums in delight.

A broken moan escapes you, your hips grinding upwards in tandem with his lips and tongue. “Oh, Aegon… more please.” You cry out, a woman possessed by pleasure.

It is the same possession that causes you to arch your back up from the divan to try and get closer to him. His fingers squeezing into your hips, a warning, his tongue lapping up your desire before teasing your entrance, practically drinking from you as if you were a chalice of Arbor Red.

Aegon flattens his tongue against your cunt, licking up to your clit once more with a muffled moan, sucking on it with delight. “Tastes so sweet…” The vibrations from his words only serve to add to the searing heat that begins to pool deep within your lower abdomen, leaving you a panting mess.

“Aegon, don’t stop… I’m so close.” your hands pull helplessly at his hair, drawing him impossibly closer. He chuckles at your wanton need, how you shamelessly grind yourself against his mouth without a care in the world.

He pushes his fingers inside of you with ease, humming in pleasure at the way your heat sucks in his digits. Aegon fucks you with them you at a tantalising pace whilst licking at your sensitive bud. You look down at him, your mouth agape, watching his head move against you so eagerly as you teeter along the line of release.

“Gods— Aegon!” You cry out his name with a broken moan, your slick walls clamping around his fingers as he continues to curl them deep inside you, still kissing greedily at your clit. He mumbles sweet, loving words of encouragement as he drinks up your orgasm. The wet sounds fill the silence of your bedchambers as you come down from your high with shaky breaths that come out in puffs.

He looks up at you with a cocky smirk, pride blooming through his chest, his lips and chin slick with your release. He pushes himself back onto the divan, leaning over you. “You are truly all I need, all I want.” He whispers feverishly, his fingers wrapping around your jaw to bring your lips to his own.

The taste of you against his lips is all you need to deepen the messy kiss, both of you melting into each other's warmth in a mixture of lust and love. He would take this as long as he could, until you were completely satiated. And even then, he would push for more. He was addicted to you.

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[chuuniversal]

cw: face sitting, use of caleb’s evol, pussy eating, fem! chubby reader!, pussy drunk caleb <3, mdni! somewhat proofread!

“b-but… what if i suffocate you?”

to your surprise that’s the last thing on caleb’s mind, the need in his amethyst gaze evident. it’s been a rough day, all he’s had thoughts about were his head in between your pillowy thighs and the sweet taste of your juicy cunt on his tongue. his calloused hands massage and squish into the plush of your doughy hips before pulling you down closer to his face, pressing a chaste kiss to your inner thigh.

“that’s kind of the point, angel.” caleb coos, his hearty chuckle sending tiny tingles up your calves. you can feel his warm breath fanning against you down there, his lips mere centimeters from your aching cunt. his thumb traces over the soft lips before spreading them, revealing your hooded clit. saliva pools in his mouth at the sight. “she’s sooo pretty, just let me get a tiny taste. ok?”

with hesitation you lower yourself onto his face until you’re fully seated, caleb in turn wasting no time. his tongue swipes in between your folds hungrily, lapping up your honey and savoring its delicious taste. slurping and muffled groans are all you can hear as you squirm and writhe from the pleasure. he sounds so lewd, sticky tongue swirling and licking away at your core as he moans into your pussy.

“m-mmph! c-caleb!” you whine, your legs trembling as it becomes too much. your hips lift off of caleb for a split second only for him to pull you down. “mm, don’t run.” he groans, his swollen lips latch on and the grip he has on your thighs tightens, locking you in place so he can devour you properly. a heavy pressure sits at your waist, his evol making it impossible to move a muscle.

was caleb being a bit greedy? yes, absolutely. could you blamer him? he needed all of you on his fat tongue, needed your soft inner thighs squeezing his head every time he sucked on the right spot, the lack of oxygen made his eyes roll back and his cock swell. to him he was in heaven, and you were an angel, his angel. “sho good, baby, sho good.” he murmured, moaning at the feeling of his hair being tugged.

you helplessly grind your needy pussy against his mouth, the timidness you sported before melting away as need pangs in your tummy. you were so close, he could feel your hole clenching and puckering around his wriggling tongue. “fuck! caleb, aah!” your thighs snap together when his thumb finds your clit, trumming it and giving it a small pinch. your squeals bounce off the walls but he can only hear you faintly.

your high comes all at once, the tight coils in your tummy come undone as caleb swallows down everything you have to give, the intoxicating sweet taste lingering on his tongue. he releases you from his hold finally, cuddling you as you whine into his chest. “i kinda got carried away there… using my evol like that, sorry sweetheart.” the sincerity in caleb’s eyes and the over saturated blush blotched across his cheeks made you giggle.

“don’t apologize… i kinda liked it. we should definitely try that again~”

[ethtyn]

LET'S GO OUT WITH A BANG 🚦

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sooooo ermm i guess i get to talk about this piece now YIPPEE

i am one of those people who's constantly trying to figure out what their own art style looks like LMFAO. i take frequent breaks from art due to mental health shit so it feels like every time i come back i'm trying to find my footing again.

that being said, i had a lot of caffeine yesterday and started this on a whim and it ended up being something i'm incredibly proud of. i think it helps that i've been redrawing old emotes for a friend's twitch channel, so figuring out which brushes i like right now was really helpful, and i ended up using my personal emote palette like...a lot. that pink in Etho's eye, the purple used for shading, most of the browns are all used in my own emotes. it's wild how much having colours already picked out streamlines things!

Etho is the one i started with, of course, and ended up being one that i went back to re-draw after i'd done...three? or four? more, because the sizing wasn't right and i wasn't happy with the posing. i still wish i could have conveyed him dipping his chin into his coat fluff a little better, but oh well. i thought of the little detail of him looking at Martyn's drawing at the last second (#ethtyn4life) and it made me laugh so i did it. points to you if you caught that!

Joel was the second - life!Joel has always been fey in my head, especially after that season when he just went batshit insane the second he turned red. can't explain it, that's just how it be. i tried to give him an air of subtle menace about him but i think he just looks sleepy 💀 i'd like to do these as individual, larger pieces at some point, so maybe i can work on that more then.

Grian was the third - he reminds me of a Lost Boy here and that wasn't intentional but the Lost Boys always kind of freaked me out and life!Grian's kinda freaky so i think it fits. his little smirk is so creepy and i love him.

i don't remember who i did next after this so we'll just go in order pfft

Bdubs is SO CUTE look at him. one of the few where i couldn't make a menacing expression work, and honestly with how good his profile turned out i barely mind. i did that side profile with no reference, y'all, idk what kind of crack i was on last night. what the hell. this was about the point where i started wanting to do little lore doodles for everybody so i added the clock face - i think it clashes with the red background but what can you do.

CLEOOOOOO CLEO CLEO. i LOVED drawing them, i think their design is one of my favourites of the bunch. her hair has always been snakes in my head and AGAIN i drew those with no reference, can you fucking believe that. i loved the little detail of some of the snakes poking at the people next to her, they're so cute hehe. also Cleo has freckles now, i'm so sorry but i don't make the rules. someone complimented the teeth in the reblogs and THANK YOU!! they're not quite anatomically correct but fuck it we ball and they look cool as hell anyway.

Martyn is so smug, i love him. points if you caught that he's looking at Cleo bc Double Life, i wanted to do something a lil different with him than just another straight up symmetry tool drawing and i think it fits. he is so eye-searing tho sir please tone it down.

Lizzie is fey just like her husband, and also she is smol. i don't think it's conveyed as well as i'd like here but i also didn't want her to look like a straight-up child so i did what i could. she is So Scary with those vacant blue eyes oh my god. and drawing her hair was sooooo fun i love long hair ahh

with Gem i basically smoothed out a rough design sketch i posted awhile back and i'm so proud of the little head cock she's got going on, she looks so cool. also her hair?? idk how i did that. i love her swoopy bangs so much.

Pearl is moth. Pearl will always be Moth. so she got lil antennae and big buggy eyes. drawing that hood was so satisfying, i used to try and draw Raven Teen Titans in high school and could never get the hood to look right so seeing this one come out perfectly was sooooo good. and of course had to include a teensy moon.

that's all i've got, i think - i feel myself crashing LMFAO. maybe at some point i'll come back and say more but here's this for now!

[pinkiemachine]

OKA—Young Justice Time!

I’ve said once or twice before that I was hammering out which characters I would be including in each generation of YJ, and now I’ve done just that, and I am going to share what I landed on with you :3 (Sorry I don’t have finished posters for them yet tho…)

First off, just to make sure we all have the timeline straight, we have the Mighty Teen Titans, founded by Robin (Dick Grayson), Kid Flash (Wally West), and Wonder Girl (Donna Troy) initially. The other members include Starfire, Beast Boy, Raven, and Cyborg.

Then some time goes by, Cyborg gets promoted to The Justice League, and then the second wave of the Teen Titans hits, primarily founded by Robin III (Tim Drake). Other members include Spoiler, Wonder Girl II (Cassie Sandsmark), Aqualad II (Kaldur’ahm), Superboy (Conner Kent), Impulse, and Miss Martian.

While they are doing that, the old TT are founding Young Justice. As said before, Cyborg got to jump straight to being a JLA member (he was the oldest of all the OG TT by a few years anyway) which just leaves us with Dick Grayson (now going by Nightwing), Donna Troy (now going by Troya—idk, “Troia” looks weird), Starfire, Kid Flash, Beast Boy, and… maybe Raven? I can’t decide if I want her to stay or ride off into the sunset after defeating Trigon… but then who gets her spot? Is it Terra? Do we make her a fully fledged member? For the life of me I can’t decide. Would love feedback. Anyway, new members include Batgirl (Barbara Gordon), Bumblebee, Aqualad (Garth), and Speedy.

So that’s that.

Fast forward a few more years and we get to the next phase. At this point, the Teen Titans are an institution, and Robin V (Damian Wayne) assumes command of a new team comprised of Superboy II (Jonathan Kent), Static Shock, Blue Beetle, Princess Amethyst, Jenny Hex, and Aquagirl II (Lorena).

And while that’s going on, Tim (now going by Red Robin) leads the next generation of Young Justice along with Aqualad II, and Miss Martian. Returning characters include Spoiler, Cassie Sandsmark (now going by Olympia), Impulse, and Superboy (who needs a new codename). New characters are Solstice, Hotspot, Batgirl II (Cassandra Cain) and Arrowette/Artemis from the YJ cartoon—yes, I’m basically mushing the two together because reasons, and she may be more of a sometimes character. You know? Kinda morally ambiguous at first, and a sometimes member. Potentially, since Cassandra isn’t big into being around people, we could leave her with the BatFam and Artemis can permanently take her place, but that’s up for debate. (I know it can maybe be a little confusing having a Cassie and a Cass on the same team, but that’s why in my universe it’s Cassandra Cain and *Cassidy* Sandsmark, rather than them both having the exact same first name.)

After that, no idea what will happen to the Teen Titans, but there sure isn’t gonna be a Robin leading them. So we move to the next gen of Young Justice years later. Currently being led by Robin V (Damian Wayne), Aquagirl II (Lorena), and Superboy II (Jon). Returning members include Blue Beetle, Static shock, and Jenny Hex (ooh, look, a typo). New characters include Jinx, Stargirl (who I’ve given a rough first draft makeover), Sideways, Rose Wilson, and potentially Jericho as our rogue YJ member.

So those are all the members I’ve got so far. What do you think?

[sakkiichi]

HERE COMES THE SUN.

They comfort you while you’re having a difficult time.

ft. Childe, Lyney, Albedo, Shikanoin Heizou x gn! reader.

cw/genre: hurt/comfort.

for my dear @https-furina I know you’ve been going through trying times lately, so I hope this can comfort you a little <3 I also struggled a lot with Heizou’s part, so I apologize if it’s no good at all…

if you enjoy this, reblogs and comments help more than likes !

✧ CHILDE

Linen sheets feel like ropes on raw skin against the morning chill.

Its warm cream color, ashen, nothing like the mirror sunrises you were used to witnessing right after you opened your eyes.

What’s the point in opening them anymore? You wonder.

You bury your face against the pillows. In any other occasion, you would have been grateful for the coolness of its silk.

Now it’s just an iceberg. Like a missing shard of your shallow beating heart.

“Someone’s sleepy today.” A familiarly perky voice greets, the mattress dipping slightly with new weight.

You rolling in the other direction is all the greeting that meets him.

“Hey, love! It’s time to wake up!” Childe chuckles, his hand gently shaking your body.

Yet something already tells him this is not right; you usually would have already shoved him away by now.

But today you’re just… unresponsive…

The dull oceans of his stare rise in dangerous waves at your state.

Hesitant, he calls your name, his tone more like a question.

And this time, he does get an answer.

Familiar arms he adores wrapped around him loop around his middle, your face burying against his chest.

You’re warm, yet you feel so… faraway… as if the pain of past memories was seeping out your light.

Ajax is no stranger to the despair palpable in your strong grip around him, he’s endured it himself, through years robbed of him by an abyss that turned him into a master of all weapons.

So because he’s known the cold of endless nights where all he had was a tattered red scarf to remember the warmth of a distant home, he now holds you.

And for someone whose hands were tainted in the filth and bloodshed of a lifetime of slaughter, Ajax is undeniably gentle.

His fingertips ghost over your skin, easing the burning anguish of bed covers that felt too rough, too suffocating, too wrong.

When your lover’s hands get lost in your hair, combing it, you swear sun rays filter through the deep sea you’re falling through.

And then, suddenly, the choice to swim upwards presents before you, scarred sun-kissed hands extended towards you.

You take them.

When you open your eyes, russet sunsets and constellations over your beloved’s skin greet you.

His lips find yours, a bit chapped but gentle; not his usual playfulness, but soothing aquamarine waves.

You swear Childe’s kiss tastes salty. And that’s when you realize the dry tear-tracks down your cheeks.

He made them dry, sunlight evaporating puddles after grey days.

You break the surface, the waters now turquoise beneath Ajax’s light.

He won’t let you sink again.

✧ LYNEY

A whole audience’s cheers fill the Opera Epiclese. Lights shine upon every smiling face, every vigourous clap of hands after the magician’s grand finale echoing through the theater.

However, the illusionist’s gaze of amethyst is focused on the sole grim expression amongst millions of joyous others.

Yours.

Your hands move, clapping together, as if automated; your eyes stare at everything, seeing nothing; your mouth is a taut line, your lips devoid of their usual vibrant tint.

Lyney doesn’t like that being his last memory before the curtain closes.

When you step out of the Opera House, an infinity of starfields is abloom across the crepuscular skies.

What a mockery; a cruel jinx on display, for you to see the unfulfilled sparks dimming inside your heart.

A sigh escapes your dry lips, a small cloud forming when it meets the late night chill.

“You’ll catch a cold there, mon coeur,” Someone you know, tricks and all, utters behind you.

Welcome warmth tinted in lavender envelops you the instant your eyes meet the magician’s starry ones.

A small smile tugs at your lips, the curse of melancholy still clinging to you through it.

“Lyney…” You start. The twilit breeze picks up around you, your arms instinctively wrapping around yourself for some semblance of a warmth you haven’t felt in days.

“That won’t do, ma chérie.” Your lover chuckles.

Then, with a wave of his hand, a piece of the night sky itself seems to become tangible in his grasp.

“Here,” he offers, draping it over your shoulders.

Upon closer inspection, you realize it’s a shawl; the cloth feels delicate to the touch, quite fine too, and yet, you feel the warmth of a thousand suns. If you had to describe its color you would come up empty. Silver glitter seems to be embedded in the fabric, but at the same time, it looks like multiple tiny lights had been stitched to the material. You suppose you’d call the hue, dark; a myriad of indigoes merge into violets, threaded together with navies and cobalts. And yet, when you move it, the colors seem to shift, almost like the clouds drifting across this midnight.

“I take it you liked it.” Lyney smiles, softer than his usual cheshire-like grins, when he observes your wonderstruck features.

“Very…” You muse, awestruck at the magical silk.

“It’s a châle de ciel,” your beloved explains, “It will change depending on the state of the sky at each time of day.” He pauses, eyes, the color of lumidouce bells and rainbow rose petals merged, glinting as he admires how the garment fits you. “But I can guarantee,” your illusionist steps closer to you, plucking something out of your hair. “That it will always keep you comfortable… warm or cool, whatever you need.” He finishes, handing you a pluie lotus.

You take a few seconds to appreciate the second gift of the night. The flower’s petals are the same color as Lyney’s eyes, yet not as vivacious.

“Shall we go, mon amour?” Your boyfriend inquires, already offering your arm to him.

Together, you leave the opera house behind.

You hope for light blues on your new cape tomorrow morning. And somehow, you know that’s what you’ll find.

You squeeze Lyney’s arm gently. The sun will rise soon.

✧ ALBEDO

When he sets foot on his camp in Dragonspine, Albedo finds the heater already on.

Strange.

The sun hasn’t even quite awoken yet, the snowy peaks outlined against skies still clinging to dreamless cloudy nights; shards of ice, embedded in the softness of dawn clouds. An accurate representation of the region of freedom’s snowy mountains: menacingly beautiful, brimming with lethal charm, for one step in the wrong direction, and the cold might as well consume you for good.

At this hour, no one was ever already working at his lab, making of these moments calm sunrise-tinted memories in the alchemist’s mind, before the day’s hustle and bustle began.

However, today, the running heater is not the only out of the ordinary salutation to greet the chalk prince.

The acute sounds of clicking vials, books being rearranged and crunching snow are confirmation enough that he is, indeed, not alone.

With silent steps, Albedo advances, keeping one hand hovering over his trusty sword. Then, he finally lays eyes upon the cause for the commotion, and despite the lack of danger, the sight doesn’t calm him any better.

“My dearest?” He calls. The instant your gaze meets his, your condition scares him more than any bandits ransacking his research material. Your hair is messy, falling on your face; dark circles are etched beneath your lower lashline, darkness clinging to you like remnants of turbulent nights; and you’re shivering, whether from the cold or because you’re distempered he can’t quite discern, although it’s most likely due to both.

“Hello, ‘Bedo…” You mutter, the flesh of your lips bitten, flecks of Dragonspine’s freeze coating them, the cold lacing with your bones, chilling you to the core. Your eyes widen when you notice your lover’s teal gaze scrutinizing you. You quickly busy yourself with classifying some potions, by color and texture, whatever takes the longest for him not to worry about your less than ideal condition.

However, perhaps you underestimated his attention to detail; for he has a skilled artist, after all.

“My love, are you feeling alright?” He questions, gloved hands gently taking the crystal vial-filled wooden box you were carrying off your trembling hold.

And in that instant, you don’t know if it’s the warmth of your prince’s hands on yours; or the comfort of his voice, like honey on bitter tea, but you find yourself taking a deep breath, the fresh air of a midwinter’s sunrise filling your lungs.

And then you talk. You spill every worry and bad dream, your shadows opening up to the gilded starlight of him.

And through it all, the alchemist’s hands warm yours, fingers interlocked, very much in the way your souls are undeniably so too.

Because no matter how daunting the river seemed when you faced it alone, when you were with Albedo, its typhoons calmed down, stone bridges and his outstretched hand painting safety and comfort in hues of gold before your eyes.

While the kreideprinz grounds you, the sun reaches its peak, a canvas of aureate and cornflower blue grazing the mountaintops.

You would be okay.

✧ SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

Emerald eyes read through you as if you were made of clear glass.

The way you worry your lower lip between your teeth; your fingers almost going white at the knuckles as you clutch a pencil, its wood creaking in your grip; and the general absentminded state you’re in, papers scattered over your desk, several case files stacked in disarray.

Something is clearly weighting on your mind.

“I think a break’s in order, wouldn't you agree, sweetheart?” Heizou suggests, standing up, those striking eyes of his fixed on you.

The detective’s voice is enough to stop the quickening clock ticking in your mind, regrets and dark spirals momentarily coming to a halt.

When you rise your furrowed brow, shades of maroon and viridian flood your sight, vivid as summer and warming your up just as much.

Nodding, you stand up too, limbs feeling heavy despite the comfort of your lover beside you.

The brown shades of your office turn into blue skies and soft pink sakuras not long after, the scented tree branches swaying above you, like fragments of dreams someone had given up on, waiting to be picked up by another soul who dared to imagine.

Your back rests against your lover’s lean but strong torso, the sweet smelling breeze combing through your hair, as Heizou’s chin rests on your shoulder.

“So will you tell me what’s wrong, darling?” Are the words of his that break the birdsong-filled calm.

A pang settles on your chest, you didn’t want to take away that cheeky grin that most of the time decorated his quick-witted lips.

“I…” You hesitate. “Well, it’s- it’s complicated, Heizou…” Your lids flutter closed, a shaky breath raking through you, as you turn around in his embrace, your hands bracing on his shoulders. “I don’t want to bring the mood down, you know…”

The detective places a thumb on your lower lip, smoothing over the bite marks you left there earlier.

“You never, ever, bring the mood down, dear. Never.” He leans in, brushing a soft kiss over your forehead. “My intuition told me right away there was something up.” He takes a stray cherry blossom petal from your hair. “So, why don’t we take the rest of the day off, love?” Your partner proposes, as he takes your chin in between his fingers, mischief flashing in his features.

And perhaps your lover’s smile was more infectious than you had ever given it credit for; and maybe the way he flashes his green eyes at you has your heart trembling in ways that have nothing to do with the fear and guilt you’ve been festering, but you find yourself retorting back, with a grin of your own:

“Don’t you have cases to solve, detective Shikanoin?”

This time, he takes a full sakura flower, delicately placing it behind your ear.

“I have something more important to solve right here…” He smirks, cheekily, as he admires your now flustered expression.

When you lean the side of your head against his chest, he cradles it with one of his hands, the other playing with the ends of your hair.

It would be unfair, if gloom were to take your soul captive when spring seems to linger through Inazuma’s breeze.

With a last look at you, the detective’s maroon lashes flutter closed too. He hopes, at least for today, he managed to protect precious you from the crimes of cruel sorrow.

He leans his head on top of yours.

The case is solved.

[mamayan]

Hi! and wow! I actually never made a request on tumblr before today. To get to the point: Tumblr is lacking in Sanemi Shinazugawa content so bad (your Yobai writing was so perfect btw!!!) I would LOVE it of you made a arranged marriage fic of reader x Sanemi or maybe a college bully sanemi x teacher reader or something ^^ im not picky but i love to see what you would do with it!! 💕XOXO

Nonnie I’m so glad you slid in my box with these treasures, like goodness I sort of want to write both, but I wouldn’t do them justice in just one ask. How’s this? If you like how I write this, throw another ask in for the arranged marriage. I’m feeling this modern AU right now♥️

College AU: Bully! Student! Sanemi Shinazugawa x Professor! Fem! Reader

tw: NSFW • Modern AU • Taboo Relationship (Student x Teacher) • Reader has hair long enough to pull and is shorter than Sanemi here • Blackmail • Spanking • Oral (M) ��� Fingering (F) • Rough Sex • Degradation/Mild Humiliation

“Mr. Shinazugawa, thank you for coming in today.” You sat perched like a little bird behind your desk, ass scooted as far to the edge of the seat as possible with your legs crossed. Your pencil skirt, with a slit up the leg, revealed your soft skin for his dark gaze as he lazily slides into the leather plush seat in front of your desk.

It’s just after your office hours had closed, the campus winding down for the evening as classes finished up.

Your pretty face was serious, lips set in a grim line as you faced him with your hands folded in your lap. He felt his irritation spike as your pathetic display of posturing in front of him. His face didn’t hide his disdain either, sneering at you as he leaned back and spread his arms over the back of the chair, legs spread wide as he slouches disrespectfully. “What’s up Doc,” he calls your title with hardly any care, rolling the words like one might speak to an old friend and not their college Professor. You’d earned your doctorate, unlike this trouble child turned demon.

Unfortunately you couldn’t have him expelled, the Ubuyashiki family whom owned and founded this prestigious University being on very good terms with Sanemi’s family. The only time you saw him behave with even a semblance of human decency was in front of the the chairman, but Kagaya is a young man of a calm and patient disposition, far to lenient with Sanemi by your personal standards. The man in question nothing short of a delinquent, face covered in menacing scars with his white hair gelled back, amethyst eyes being eerily similar to that of a wild animal.

Unhinged, violent, a bully.

One too many students had complained to you, some even sent to the hospital, and it was Kagaya Ubuyashiki himself who’d asked for your help personally. Explaining that Sanemi needed your assistance and guidance to find the right path. He’d buttered you up so well you’d caved and agreed to have a one on one with the vibrating feral dog before you.

“I think you have some idea of why you’re here Mr. Shinazugawa. Despite your incredible aptitude in my class, and from what I hear from my colleagues, their classes as well… you’ve not given the same courtesy towards your fellow students and professors.” It was putting it as politely as possible, because this man nearly killed the department head of Astronomy. Granted, that Professor was a dirtbag and had been bumping up grades for sexual favors from his students, but you certainly didn’t condone that sort of savagery. No matter how good it felt to see him in a wheel chair looking defeated and broken. That was only one instance though, his multiple fist fights on campus, destruction of property, and overall cruel disposition made him a hazard.

Sanemi merely rolled his eyes, smirking when he caught your eye twitch in irritation. “So what? This a fuckin’ intervention baby?” You startled at the intimate nickname, becoming enraged at his teeth baring grin. “You wanna fix me or somethin’? I might think about it if you get on your knees and suck my cock.” His snicker of amusement and wide provocative eyes were roaring to match your rage.

“If you don’t take this seriously Mr. Shinazugawa—,” the moment you stood to point a finger, he was standing too.

Towering over you, his smile gone and person radiating bloodlust. He didn’t step forward, didn’t need to if he wanted to make a point, because even just him standing doing absolutely nothing was enough to send a shiver of fear down your spine and choke on your next words.

“If I don’t take this seriously… then what Ms. PhD? Hmm? You’ll do fuckin’ what?” His voice had dropped an octave and the baritone of his timber was nothing if not damn terrifying. You briefly wondered if you’d get fired for throwing yourself out the window behind you, because this was ridiculously scary. You should’ve made Mr. Ubuyashiki stay, your confidence draining with the blood from your face. His dark expression doesn’t change, but he’s drinking in your fearful expression and cautious widening eyes with inner glee. You couldn’t see it, but the little lip quiver and your eyes getting watery had him rock hard, fully enjoying the submissive display and making his teeth ache to sink into the pretty skin you so boldly flashed when you uncrossed your legs to stand. “What’s wrong? You were so damn ready to lay into me, now you wanna be cute and quiet?” His teasing edge was more mocking and dripping with ridicule than he intended, but the affect he wanted was the same.

Stroking those flames of yours higher.

“This is highly is inappropriate—,”

“Like masturbating in your office on the weekend?” You physically freeze, face falling as horror dawns on you.

“If we want to talk about inappropriate, then why don’t you face the mirror on yourself.” His smile only grows with your anxiety.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about—,” he laughs, digging his phone quickly from his pocket and unlocking it swiftly. When he faces the screen towards you, there’s a video playing.

Of you. Doing exactly that, two fingers shoved down your skirt when you quietly pant and work yourself over, leaning against your desk. It’s way to HD and close up to be anything else but a hidden camera on your desk no less, panic flooding yourself as you swipe off the papers looking for whatever the hell held the device. All the while in your frantic search, Sanemi let the video continue at full volume, your little gasps and moans getting louder as you gasp now for air for different reasons.

It’s in your name plate. Nearly invisible but you find it and nearly tear it apart with shaking hands as you look at up at his evil face grinning down at you.

He likes that the cocky pretentious look on your face is gone. “Who’d have thought the golden Professor around here would be such a fucking slut when no one is looking. All these books and numbers must not satisfy huh?” You wanted to scream at him.

“Y-you set this up…? Why?” You couldn’t fathom it at all, why the devil incarnate would do such a nasty thing. Did he want you gone? If so, he could easily convince Ubuyashiki, so it must just be to torment you. You’d never had a confrontation with him until today though, and that video was taken weeks ago. Your pretty eyes pricked with tears could only look at him in complete disbelief.

“Why? Are you fucking kidding me right now? It seems your brain is only book smart baby, of course it’s because I wanted to.” His sneering grin is absolute in it’s intention to hurt. Even as tears spill and you’re forced to reconcile not only are you likely getting fired from your dream job, but he’s probably going to spread it all over the Internet. You’d never get hired anywhere else if that gets out. It’s not like it’s revenge porn or something like that, it’s clearly your office on campus during work hours.

“Looks like I’m not the only freak around here, isn’t that right Doctor?” He moves now, shutting the video off and sliding his phone back in his pocket, stepping around your desk towards you. You don’t have much room to step back before you’re up against the wall. His body boxing you in as his arms shoot out and palms slap flat on either side of your head, your flinch goes ignored as he leans down nearly close enough to kiss you.

He smells like something sweet, juxtaposed to his cruel and serious expression.

“You wanna keep your job and dignity?” You don’t want to let the tears fall, but they do.

You nod anyway, even as you pathetically sniffle and glare up at him hatefully. It’s got all the venom of a bunny to him.

“Then get on your knees. I wasn’t fuckin’ kidding earlier.”

You hate him and yourself. You told yourself this job was stressful, justified your dirty secret, but it ended up being the nail in your coffin. This would be another though.

“B-but you’re my student…”

“It didn’t stop you from fucking your fingers in here, so I don’t really see a problem.” It’s like you swallowed a lead weight as you move to kneel like he asked, not looking at him even as he refuses to give you more space, still leaning against the wall behind you.

It gives him a great view to look down on you, your form quaking and so unwilling he wanted to laugh. You were acting tough still.

His pants are baggy and loose, the denim waist band barely on his hips and you can see up his shirt now, the hard lines of muscle on his torso and soft smatter of hair down his navel into his waist band.

He’s not wearing boxers.

“I suggest you fuckin’ hurry before I start looking for somethin’ to post to end my boredom.” His words light a fire under you, hands moving swiftly and desperately now. It has him grinning savagely, watching you easily pull his pants down and expose his hard leaking cock to the cool air.

He lets you pause for a second, feasting on the hesitation and awe you express as you lightly grip him. Your fingers don’t touch all the way around. It drives him wild as he bucks his hips, hissing in pleasure as you finally lick his tip tentatively.

“A bitch who fucks herself in her office doesn’t kitten lick cock,” his threat is there, and you force yourself to open up and take him in your hot mouth.

He’s loud as he moans, and when you cringe back from his little thrust deeper into your mouth, he steps forward to press you back against the wall. Seeing you pinned, looking up at him with your mouth full of his cock, almost makes him cum on the spot.

Almost.

Instead he pulls out slowly, your hands on his thighs as if that’ll stop him from going too deep. When it’s only his tip in, he slams back forward, laughing at your tears spilling and mouth sputtering around him. Your throat gagging and constricting as he stretches the thin tight airway until it burns, pulling back slowly again and repeating until all you can think about is the cock in your throat and the scent of something sweet, like a confectionery.

He didn’t think it’d feel so good. The sight of you deep throating him and the feeling of your mouth on his cock far too amazing to stop himself from an early ejaculation.

Unfortunately for you, he comes a lot. Thick ropes of cum shoot down your throat, the surprise of it causing you to cough, making some of it go up and out your nose as the jolt of pain brings a fresh wave of tears.

“Fuck—, you better swallow all of it,” he all but snarls down at you, looking feral and rabid as he works his hips and cock around in your mouth while you struggle to obey.

When he pulls out finally, load emptied in your stomach, his hand reaches down and grips your jaw. The force of it making your sore jaw and mouth open back up, and it’s too late to close before his spit lands on your tongue. You try to jerk away, to spit it out as the humiliation washes over you, but he’s stronger. Forcing your head back against the wall, he clamps your jaw shut, laughing as you nearly bite through your own tongue in frustration.

“Don’t piss me off, fuckin’ swallow it.” You like him more when he’s being teasing and mean, not this serious Sanemi which invokes fear and commands your obedience.

You swallow, hatefully you swallow and even more hatefully curse him in your mind because you were aroused. Painfully aching and panties soaked to your embarrassment. He smiles, not the twisted kind but approvingly, as you listen. The indignant and humiliated look on your face absolutely adorable covered in your own tears and his cum. He’s nice not to make you wipe it off and lick it up this time.

“Stand up,” he doesn’t wait for you to follow, sure that you’ll try and take your sweet ass time and he sadly only has half and hour left with you by appointment standards. You were after all the most beloved Professor on campus, and many people wanted your time. He wasn’t different in that sense, but he also isn’t content to play the part of a good student and wait for you to fall in love with him like some stupid romance movie.

He’d much rather you like this.

Sanemi manhandles you until he’s seated in your desk chair, pulling you into his lap, back against his chest. You aren’t given time to protest when he yanks up your skirt and uses his thick thighs to spread your own.

Feeling him against you like this, you realize he’s all muscle. Not a soft spot to be found, as he tears off your underwear next, exposing your cunt to the cool air as you feel his cock hardening again beneath your ass.

“S-Sanemi—!?” He opens your cute little blouse up next, batting your hands away easily to yank your bra down and reveal your breasts and hardened nipples.

“Fuck you’re soaked, you like suckin’ my cock that much?” He ignores your whine of protest, your efforts to stop him minimal and half hearted, especially when he lets his rough thick fingers trail through the copious arousal dripping from your pussy right now. “Should I have kept going? See if you’d cum just from fucking your mouth?” He cups your face and turns your head to look at him, unable to stop the hoarse moan that leaves you when he sinks a finger inside your tight heat. “Y-you’re wrong…” you still stubbornly glare and argue back, eyes still sparked with defiance he found delicious.

“Oh? So this isn’t from sucking my cock? Then what’s it from, watching yourself get off again in this office? You a fuckin’ exhibitionist or something?” He’s teasing as he slowly pumps his finger in and out of you, the wet noises echoing in your office and stifling your next words as you pant and weakly grip behind you onto his shirt.

“If that’s the case, I don’t mind turning us around and drawing back the curtains…” he speaks the words softly, right into your ear as he licks the shell of it, your pussy clamping down hard on his finger. Your office faced the main part of campus, even in the evening students and teachers walked that area.

He chuckles, “You really like the sound of that, don’t you whore?” You gasp as he adds a second, gritting your teeth to stop the sounds of pleasure from spilling freely.

“Fu-fuck you—!” Your words drip venom, but he only sighs, as if disappointed in your answer. Shaking his head as if there’s nothing he can do about it.

“That’s the point baby, I’m going to fuck you,” he effortlessly lifts you up with one arm around your middle, the iron bar that is his arm suffocating as you struggle. He slips his fingers out, the gooey trail of slick connecting his fingers to your pussy making his cock twitch as he rubs the leftovers on the tip, slicking himself up as he lines himself with your entrance.

“Just like this,” he lets gravity do the work, and you’re so wet it slides in despite the a sting and ache of the stretch, his girth splitting you.

“Hah!” You try to jerk off, but he keeps your from doing so with his arm still wrapped around you, groaning as your pussy begins to spasm and tighten up painfully.

“Holy fuck are you coming? Shitttt,” He’s delirious with pleasure, your orgasm wrecking you both as you twitch and moan, struggling to even breathe as your body betrays your mind. It feels too good. All of it. Your legs spread wide and his cock in full view splitting you open as you cum around him. He can’t stop himself from rutting up into you, cursing your gummy walls as they massage and strangle his dick, pumping his cock as your pussy gushes slick.

“Shit you really are a slut, to cum all over your student’s cock like a bitch in heat, and I’ve hardly touched you, ah,” his head tilts back, both hands now anchoring your hips as he bounces you, tip hitting your deepest parts as you cry and moan. Quick to be overwhelmed and overstimulated.

When his balls draw tight, he shoves you off him roughly, forcing you to hit the desk as he pushes your face down into the homework you had been grading earlier. He hunches over you, sliding back inside from behind as he yanks your hips up when your legs try to buckle.

“Not fuckin’ done with you—!” He looks enraged, face flushed bright red as he pants, watching his thick cock get swallowed over and over again inside you. “Not done ever actually,” he laughs, moving his hand off your face to sink into your hair, gripping a fist full and yanking your head back. Your cries are no longer muffled, your tear and drool covered face now sporting a few ink stains as he really begins bucking his hips, using your hair as leverage to keep you in place.

Your body seizes up again, another hard orgasm rushing up as Sanemi lands a sharp slap against your right ass cheek. Then the left side. “Fuck yes, clench your pussy just like that!” He’s speaking through his teeth, hissing in pleasure as he paints your ass with his hand, loving how tight you get on impact and how wet you are.

“Sanemi—m’gonna cum—!” Your tongue feels swollen as you speak, mumbling out your words as your peak approaches. You aren’t even thinking anymore, his cock turning you stupid as he grunts and continues his savage pace.

“Bet it’s been forever,” he laughs, “—no, I bet you’ve never had this pretty pussy fucked like this before, have you?” You’re out of it, too drunk on the high to comprehend his words. “Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna fuck you like this everyday, you’re not ever gonna forget how it feels for me to fill this pussy—!” He flinches as you cum, moaning long and loud as his cock succumbs to the pleasure and he follows you close after. His balls taunt with tension as his dick works to fill you up just like he said.

He lets you drop back to the desk as he pants, skin sweaty as he wipes his forehead and looks down at you.

You’re heaving too, limp and drooling as you recover slower than him. Your clothes completely in disarray as you lay mostly exposed. He lets his dick slide out slowly, softening just a little and helping him ease out as he watches a well of white begin to ooze out of you and onto the fancy pristine wood flooring below, your legs trembling in the cute black heels you sported.

Sanemi reaches over you wordlessly, to the potted plant which has decorated your desk even longer than your new name plate.

He pockets the little camera hidden in it, before he starts yanking up his pants and fixing his clothes.

As he walks around your desk, he looks down just as you look up. His smile disgusting as he quietly says, “Thanks for the fun. I’ll see you the same time tomorrow Ms. Slut,” he laughs at the rage bleeding into your eyes again.

He’ll enjoy re-watching your first time together tonight when he can get the footage uploaded to his computer. Tomorrow he’ll be sure to take you from a new angle.

[the-sweet-madame]

ʟɪɢʜᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇꜱ.(𝘔𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯!𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳)

(Lowkey half assed whoops but it was funny 😔)

Warnings: Light cussing.

Summary: He does your eyeliner before going out on a date with you.

Female reader!

"Holy shit, can you stay still for one goddamned second?" He scowled at her.

Two roommates bickering with each other. How romantic. It was night, the stars twinkling from outside of the window. The light above spilling upon the two, the blankets and sheets tossed to the side as they temporarily shared the bed.

"Well, it's not my fault your touch is so surprisingly delicate! It tickles." She says, adjusting her position on his lap.

Her legs twisted around his waist while he held her chin, tilting it upwards as he held an eyeliner pen in his other hand.

"Move one more time and you can do your own eyeliner."

Though his threat was meaningless because they both knew he'd still do it away with another scowl.

"Sure, love."

Shockingly enough, it seemed like he bit back to throw a retort concerning her teasing gone and pressed the eyeliner pen to her skin. It was unusual for such a man that spoke so ruthlessly to have such tender touches. It was lighter than a feather, the faint strokes on her skin as his hand moved with calculated precision. It was pretty. His face. His amethyst-like eyes dipped into pure concentration to get the wings identical to each other. His lips pulled into a straight line, almost pressing them together as his eyebrows ever so slightly sunk in his focus.

It was only until he pulled away that she said. "You're pretty."

He blinked at her words before giving her a small scoff. Though, the light pink tinting the tip of his ears spoke enough.

"Does it look good?" She asked, looking at him.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Of course, it looks good, I did it."

"You know, a simple 'yes' could have sufficed? Or 'yeah, you look good.'"

If she had a penny for every time he rolled his eyes at her, she'd be rich. That's precisely what he did with a little devilish grin.

He cupped the side of her face, capturing her lips into a deep kiss before she could even think. His lips against hers muffled the little surprised noise she made. When he moved to pull away, she placed her hand on the back of his neck to pull him back in. It felt rough yet gentle, quick yet slow as their lips locked together.

They finally broke apart, panting slightly. His gaze was intense, teasing and tender all at once. He dragged his thumb down her bottom lip as he spoke lowly with a near-wicked smirk.

"You look hot as fuck.”

He had the audacity to laugh at her flustered reaction. She shoved him lightly with the blood rushing to her cheeks.

“You see, I would fight you right now, but I don’t want to risk my eyeliner getting ruined.” She huffed. “But thanks.”

“Excuses, excuses.” He mocked lightly. “So, are we going on that date or are you enjoying yourself here?” He gestures to her straddling him.

“I don’t know, it seems that you are the one enjoying yourself the most here.” She matches his tone with an enticing grin, circling her arms around his neck.

He rolls his eyes for nth time; she thinks he must’ve beat the world record of eye rolling at this point. But he leans down until their noses are touching once again with a teasing smile. Their breaths mingling with each other as their eyes were locked into a never-ending trance. The light-heartedness fading into something else. Something more genuine. She couldn’t look away, not when his violet eyes were so electrifyingly intense, crackling with sincerity. They didn’t feel it, but they were inching closer and closer. Their lips almost meeting, the air suffocating as it embraced them.

“Though, I do wanna go on that date.” She speaks just as their lips barely brush against each other.

He pushed her off his lap, sending her into the hurdle of blankets and sheets on the side.

[whosthere54]

It’s time for prison duo and promise rings chat.

Ignore the fact that I included the things in this I’m still in denial /lh/j

It’s not the best but I hope you enjoy reading it anyways <3

-=+=-

<Sherbertquake> Hey, are you busy?

<Centross> No, not at the moment. Why?

<Sherbertquake> I had something I wanted to show you. Meet me up on the Ice above your house?

<Centross> I’ll be there.

They sighed, putting their communicator back in their pocket and running a hand through their messy hair.

“It’ll be fine, yeah?” The things all murmured in agreement, some giving encouragement and some fueling their anxiety. Torn as always.

They reached into their other pocket to fidget with the ring.

“It’s just a promise, I don’t know why I’m so worried about it…” they mumble, pulling the ring out and turning it over in their hands.

It turned out okay. Better than they’d expected actually. They had a lot of time to make it as nice as possible in the world-port, but you can only do so much with Obsidian.

The ring itself was made out of obsidian, winding around some of the old Crystal shards from their wings. One Amethyst and one Gold. They were able to chip it down to make it look decent, though there were still rough edges. The things just said it made it better, clearly handmade. Others said it gave it ✨personality✨ or whatever that’s supposed to mean. The things particularly enjoyed the carving left on the inside, as if he’d even notice it.

“My Soul”

They’d thought about what to put in there a lot, bounding ideas off the empty corridors of the worldport before landing on that one.

They shook the doubts out of their head for the moment taking a breath and putting the ring back in their pocket. They grab their rockets and take off, taking a moment to ground themselves in the feeling of the cool evening air against their face, the feeling of flight sadly unfamiliar after their time in the worldport.

They landed on the snow, their landing now messy despite how much they’d worked to perfect it again. They heard the distant noise of rockets, and turned just as Centross landed beside them. Dark purple with bones rattling against each other as he landed.

“Hey Ic” He lightly hits their arm.

“Hi” they laugh softly batting his hand away. “Just wanted to show you somethin. You got rockets?” They pull their own back out as he nods.

“Okay. We’re gonna head straight…” they turn to face the edge of the mountain. “This way.” They point to where the sun was just visible beyond the horizon.

They fly for a bit, silence between them as they just breathe. Eventually, they reach another snowy area. They landed in an area they’d cleared beforehand. It was nothing fancy, the things suggested a lot of options but they’d agreed on stargazing. They’d set up just a small blanket, lanterns lighting up a small patch creating an area not covered in snow.

Soon enough, they’d settled down on the blanket. Just talking about anything and everything. It was nice, peaceful. It made them almost forget about the anxiety that caused their hands to continue to shake.

After a particularly long moment of calm silence, they say up, turning to him. “I did promise there was a reason I pulled you out here”

Centross smiled, “Oh what, it wasn’t just cause you wanted to spend time with me”

They laugh softly shaking their head. “It’s not like that, you know that.” They fidgeted with their gloves anxiously for a moment before they continued speaking.

“Look, I don’t know how I’m going to say any of this so bear with me okay?” They smile softly. “First, I want to preface this by saying you don’t have to take it. I’m not going to blame you if you don’t want it.”

The things scold them a moment, keeping themselves optimistic.

“With that said,” They pull out the ring from their pocket. “I do want to make a promise.” They fidget with the ring a moment before continuing.

“I don’t want to make this a big thing. I just made this because I thought it would be nice to have a physical reminder that I’m not going anywhere.”

They pause a moment, “You don’t have to take it, this isn’t something I want to force on you or anything like that and it’s not a long term commitment of any kind, no strings attached. It’s just a promise that I care, that you’re “my person” or something like that. That I’m not leaving no matter how much you want to get rid of me.”

They keep their eyes cast down, fidgeting with their hands and not once looking at Centross. After a moment, he carefully takes their hands in his. He lightly squeezed them taking the promise ring out of their hand to look at it before smiling moving to cup his hand against their face, leaning so their foreheads were pressed together.

“You’re an idiot, y’know that?” He murmurs softly, flipping the ring over in his hands again. He runs his finger lightly over the carving on the inside with a soft smile. “And a sap.”

They laugh, muttering a quiet “shut up” moving so their forehead was resting lightly against his shoulder. He hummed softly, moving to put the ring on his hand before carding fingers lightly through their hair.

They sit in silence for a bit, laying against each-other like that.

“You know I meant it when I said you are never alone, friend.” He murmured against their hair. “That’s not goin’ anywhere. I’m not goin’ anywhere Feather.” He laughs softly, “sadly, you’re stuck with me.”

They laughed with him.

They weren’t going to be alone. Not with him, not anymore. They were safe. His arms wrapped around them keeping them grounded, keeping them here.

With him they felt like they could be a person again. They could at-least try to be, if not for themselves for him.

After all, he doesn’t deserve a ghost.

-=+=-

Wow I really did make myself watch taking it down and cry while writing this. It’s fineee.

Hope you enjoy, make sure to drink some water, eat some food, take a break, and take any meds if you need to! You are loved <3

[roxyzwritez]

au writing shit idk

heres the Rough Plan for my first few eps:

ep1: the au branches off of canon in the final SU ep, Change Your Mind. renamed to Change Your World. when white yoinks the gem out of steven and pinksteven reforms and whiteasks W H E R E I S P I N K the response is something along the lines of "i am right here, but fuck you im not talking to you." (girlboss) and white gets the "im a child, what's your problem" and has the perfectionist meltdown, then steven's like "sorry but we gotta head out" and they're like "PINK WHAT THE FUCK?" steven goes "im not pink just leave earth alone" the gems agree and give steven The Legs™️.

pearl latches onto the idea that rose is still alive in there. (didn't write that tho just had it cut to this next bit oops) her and greg build a thing to connect to the gem that will essentially connect to pink/rose im just gonna call her rose damnit and allow her to communicate w everyone. shes like "...hey guys. uh. sorry for trying to kill myself i guess that didn't work but i have been minecraft spectating steven for the entirety of his existence with no ability to do anything but think and watch" pearl has a lesbian implosion, everyone's all happy n shit. steven eventually asks about the lying and she's like "yeag i done bad there. i just wanted to keep you guys together" (now that i think abt it there was no mention of bismuth here.. oops,) garnet gives her a Garnet Specil motivational speech and she's like "i missed you too garnet" (i forgot to mention, garnet violently explode-unfuses and ruby+sapphire are just bumbling with happy when rose spoke) amethyst has her own moment (she thought this was all bullshit and started playing fortnite upstairs but between games she heard rose and a p p e a r e d)

anyway rose then is thinking "oh man i gotta talk to so many ppl" and realizes eh guys nothing to worry abt just a HAPPY TO LISTEN, HAPPY TO STAY, HAPPILY WATCHING HER DR- but we should go there NOW" so they do, spinel is understandably distraught and breaks the gemspeaker in half but feels bad about it. she comes with the gang to earth, they show her around, a new gemspeaker is made and they reconcile. yippy! also spinel ate one of ALL. big donut flavors. sadie allowed this just for on e because steven is the LORD AND SAVIOR OF THE STEVEN UNIVERSE haha funny.

anyway she and bismuth talk. bis is kinda like "yeah i wasnt very gamer sorry about that herhee" again ignoring that SHE lied about the bubbling, conveniently forgot to explore that conversation for ease of writing and so i didn't need to go "how do i utilize my 2 iq points to channel these characters and get them to have a coherent, consistent to character conversation about this situation"

peri and lapis are called over by bismuth who doesn't say shit to them for the surprise. lapis is like "yeah ok hit me" peri is more curious. rose speaks, peridot fangirls and lapis is like "oh shit that's historically significant " peri is like "I NEED TO RESEARCH:)))" and runs off. spoiler: gem cloning

bis brings up the idea. rose is like "yeah that sounds legit" (the gem cloning conundrum took me way too long to understand. i drove my friend crazy. "hey can u explain every single quantum detail of this in the most verbose way i dont understand" but eventually i understood it JUUUUST enough to write it lmao i still don't get it)

rose n steven talk in roses room. all happy n shit. greg is told abt the plan and hes like oh shit i gotta clean up and steven is like "you know her standards. she don't give a shit" hes like "yeag"

peri makes progress! she made a little clump!! (explaining the gem cloning: theyre making essentially an empty gem with the powers but no consciousness inside. when its ready, white will take steven's gem out again, rose reforms, and the new gem gets ever so graciously stabbed into his belly where the old one was.)

peri tells steven its gonna take a year. he's like "well okay better than like hundreds of years" then he goes off to talk to the diamonds. he brings the speaker with. rose lets out the thousands of years of distrust and anger at the dismonds and they are humbled even more than when they got pinkd and rose is like "you WILL heal all the shattered ones i don't give a shit" and theyre like "whatever you say little one" (yes they do indeed heal the fallen. probably with regular shipments of steven fluid. that sounded wrong but im not a freak like that hes still 14)

also they go back home and steven talks to rose abt "you told the diamonds you literally wanted to die are you fr?" she explains and hes like YOU FATHERFUCKER, YOU ARE AMAZING AND YOU CAN'T DO THAT (crying)"

next episode is just year-long filler but i made it actually good by making it essentially a montage of lapis and peri in the barn becoming lesbian for eachother. finally, a controversial move on my part, they decide to overcome lapis's fear of fusion and fuse for stevens birthday. their fusion is turquoise (took way too long coming up with a fucking name) and can corrode (water + metal) and can morph/control metal (liquify n stuff. definitely not taken from a lapidot fusion concept i found on google images.) garnet is like "hey pearl look at these silly lesbians " pearls like "damn relatable" garnets like "yeag"

a week or a few after the bday, the gem is finally ready. everyone is excited until steven asks how this is gonna work. peri is like UHHHHH... 😊 and lapis is just "eh just take that one out, stick this one in!" peri goes NNNO- but after some damage control and telling everyone steven will be fine hes like "well i better get some good sleep then. big day!"

there's more but im done typing my fingers are about to go peridot and fuckin fly away let me know if you want the like 1other episode and the minisode after that

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[honey-minded-hivemind]

To give a small update, I've been making jewelry the past few days with pearls and necklaces with repurposed charms/earrings. It's pretty fun, to be honest. Has anyone here ever made jewelry before? A few relatives of mine used to make jewelery and sell it/gift it to people as a side job/hobby. It might just run in the family😅 This being said:

Imagine a Reader who makes jewelry...

Necklaces, chokers, bracelets, earrings, rings, anklets, you name it, they can and will make it.

Picky about your beads? Never fear! They have TONS of them! Bags and boxes and crates full, some repurposed from old pieces, some brand new, some from thrift stores or craft sections, it's all there! You like a certain color but want a gem for it? Reader has you covered! Amethyst, crystal, pearl, amber, fluorite, tiger's eye, garnet, pyrite, obsidian, etc. ! You want something more down-to-earth? Reader can do that, too! Wooden beads in all shapes and sizes and shades, crafted glass beads in different flora and fauna or abstract forms, even charms of metal and plastic and ceramic, if that's your style!

The platonic yamderes would definitely ADORE whatever Reader themed after them! A pair of earrings with lighting bolt charms and cloud puffs after Storm, complete with a weather-inspired necklace full of little cloud puffs and sun beads and rain crystals? She'd model it for you if you wanted! You want to make an entire cottage-core themed bracelet set with frogs and toads and mushrooms? Toad would love to be your muse, so you can capture their essence! You used animal bones and rough stones based on how Wolverine and Sabretooth are? Ohhhhh honey, they'd be supplying you with any bones you want, all while seeing how it looks on them. Point is, if you have ANYTHING that is based on or themed after any of the mutants, they are so going to be taking a look and talking about it!You want to sell your jewelry? They're your hype men. You need to find customers or a crowd who enjoys your craft? Surprise, the entire superhero, supervillain, and mutant communities are informed about it, and suddenly you have a steady stream of buyers. Oh, someone wants to show them in a gallery or show? They'll be pushing people towards your masterpieces, all while talking about the artist, who they know personally (you). You can bet the mutants who have some money tucked away buy the entire collections that are based on/themed around them (and they are NOT cheap when it comes to buying every last piece centered on them).

You can bet yourself that the platonic yans would be all for you and your craft, no matter the cost or trials it brings. H*ck, they're probably funding/donating to your art at this point, making sure you're never out of jewels, beads, threads, wires, metals, or jewelry pliers. If you need an extra hand with something, you have several willing volunteers. You need a new muse? Sign them up, they'll do all sorts of stuff with you to give you that inspiration you crave. You need a break from working too hard? Sit down, have some tea or coffee or orange juice, and let them help you wind down. They love you, and they love what you do, but they won't have you stretching yourself thin just to make ends meet. If you need anything, say the word and they'll be there. You've always been a pal, a friend, a sibling, or kid to them; let them repay the favor. You're their jewel, their gem, their lucky charm, and they wouldn't ever want to let you down.

(Should I make a post about the type of jewelry/sets/collections each X-Men Evolution character would have made by Reader based on them and their theme/colors/powers?)

[truthandadare]

Delight’s Edge

Silco/OC (Silco/Edain) One-shot

By: TruthAndAdare

Months after Zaun's liberation, its people began to heal, with hope flickering amid lingering scars. As their nation heals, Silco and his lover spend a delicious evening together...

“And what have you dreamt, Edain?”

Before she could so much as open her mouth to confess, Silco captured her lips with his. It was not like the ones they usually shared. Those were tender, delicate things. Sweet scraps of intimacy. This was teeth and tongue, carnal biwitchery.

Months after gaining liberty, shucking itself free from Piltover’s glittering clenched fist, Zaun and it’s people finally knew the relief of dauntless breath. Yes, the afterbirth of their nation still clung to them. Cracks remained, bruises and stubborn calluses too rough to entirely soften for another generation. But scrapes were scabbing and hearts could finally allow themselves the indulgence of hope.

Edain saw the work to be done as she hurried through the Lanes, reading the needs of Zaun in the uneven cobbled streets that threatened to swallow her heel and twist her ankle, in the half empty classrooms, in the twist of her stomach torn posters begging for fire brigade volunteers. Each of these needs she tucked away, filing them to share with others who cared and had the means to make change. It was a growing list but a dynamic one.

She scribbled such thoughts in her pocket notebook on the assent, the rusted cage of the elevator creaking slightly as it rattled to Promenade level, leaving her bullet points disjointed and near illegible. The air was softer when she reached the top, with only the tinge of Zaun’s pungent–if improving–breath. She remained distracted as she stepped out and strode down the hall, dusting off an old memory of the last time visited the boardroom to guide her in periphery. The soft hum of music carried her to the room, a relaxing blend of strings and light percussion, indiscernible but unmistakably the taste of Silco when he needed accompaniment for concentration.

The social scientist hadn’t questioned the setting of their evening, though it’s abnormal location puzzled her. Silco proved himself a lover capable of spontaneity, perhaps a little theatrics. Nothing far too grand or excessive, nothing worthy of making her blush with anything other than delight. With years apart, years of thorny yearning, a serpentine reunion, the King of the Lanes had missed the opportunity to properly woo her.

Or more likely, this was entirely practical, the offer of an exhausted but sensible industrialist looking for a moment with his companion after a slew of meetings.

She tucked her notebook in a pocket as she used a shoulder to open the doors to the boardroom. Was it so bewitching last time? So breathtakingly grand? Perhaps it was the shadows then, clinging and heavy, that beguiled her memory of that night long ago.

There were no twisting shadows in the room she entered. Lamps hung from the soaring ceiling like stalactites, lit by a variety of cavern larkspur, crispspring mushrooms, even deadly milkpoppies. The bioluminescent plants and fungi illuminated rich honey golden light which poured across the large but utilitarian board table. The golden light mingled with patches of green glow, of healthy growing foliage-mints and jades and pine. The dance of hanging lamplight warmth and the reflections through verdant glass across the expansive table, the amethyst velvet chairs, the lush Zaunite native garden of carnivorous pitchers stretching twenty-feet tall alongside cave scuppernong and fluffy ferns.

Rich was the light that spilled over Silco as he lounged at the head of the table, thin book in hand and fierce features slightly relaxed but concentrated, framed by the thriving garden behind him. A platter sat before him, a simple tray but colorful with fruits sliced thin, vegetables, seed breads, tiny dishes of spiced butters. Beside the spread sat a half empty bottle, liquid of rich plum sat in two gold rimmed glasses, untouched, allowed to breathe while he waited for her.

Well, theatrics it was then.

He did not look at her as she made her way to stand beside him, his eyes still scanning the book in his hands, though she saw the straightening of his spine, the melting of his features. She had become fluent in the language of his sharp edges and her heart still ached to see them soften, if only in the company of those he cherished dearly.

“You’ve eaten?” Silco eyed her softly from over the pages.

“A little,” she whispered the small lie. Her appetite was ever the first victim to slipping hours and anxiety. A terrible habit, a stubborn old pattern, and one Silco seemed determined to never ignore. Ever the hypocrite for a man who simply ate to live, having lost much more than a sweet tooth since his attack from Vander. “This is far too lovely to spoil.”

Edain studied the simple beauty of the colorful platter before stepping to him. It was always his left side she kissed first in moments such as these, slow, tender, purposeful. Soft lips upon ridged scar tissue. She knew it was only the whisper of a touch for him, an echo, no matter how harshly she pressed to his skin. But by the close of his good eye, the slump of his tense frame toward her, the hand that slid to the small of her back and pulled, it was clear intensity of touch was inconsequential.

She allowed the soft pull of his hand guide her to press against his shoulder, and she gained a peek at his reading material as she swept in for a brush of lips against his. They parted as his hand slipped from her back and he shut his book with a small puff and tucked it away so she might monopolize his attention.

“Join me,” the words seemed to rumble from the back of his throat, as if more laced through his soft command than a shared meal beneath amber lamplight. Edain studied the man for a breath as she stood above him and the patient hunger in his aqua eye.

Ah , a look well known to her and likely to leave her a little dizzy by the end of the evening.

“ Euroka ?” She pried, tilting her head to the closed novella. She sat to his right and pulled the wine closest to her and swirled the deep purple liquid until the legs rippled down the belly of the glass. “You’re indulging in fiction.”

Silco quirked a brow as he tilted his own glass toward her in a lazy cheers, before taking a tiny sip.

“The prose is cumbrous,” his low voice echoed in the glass as he took another sip, sending a welcome scuttle of chills up Edain’s spine.

“I warned you.”

“You are an unforgiving reader.” His chest hopped as he gave a soundless chuckle. “And often correct.”

“Thank you,” Edain tipped her own glass to him and took a leisurely sip. Ever the scientist, she allowed the spiced wine to dance deliciously on her tongue for a second before swallowing. The sweetness of vanilla and the zing of currant lingered and she spied a satisfied sigh release from Silco as she smiled gently.

Her time in Piltover had been a complicated one, but for all it’s tragedies it’d allowed her to develope a taste for fine vintages. She stared into the wine a moment, transported to a hundred University funding galas, Hextech social engagements, Progress Day soirees. Expensive excuses for intemperance and bootlicking. Agony at times, but never without a lavish drink selection.

“Hmm,” Silco’s rich voice expelled the bittersweet memories with a hum. “Your mind is busy.”

Edain was not the only one literate in the body language and nuance of their lover.

“I finally had a formal introduction to Councilor Medarda today,” she plopped a grape in her mouth, it’s sweetness slightly alleviating the bitterness rising in her heart. “Best to keep her close, I don’t trust her unwavering support in a free Zaun as entirely selfless.”

It was Silco who stared into his wine then as he sent the glass in small circles upon the table with two delicate fingers on the base, creating a small whirlpool of plum.

“She comes from a long legacy of women willing to draw blood and topple thrones. Did you seize what you needed from her?”

“I know a journey to Noxus will be…ambitious.” Edain shrugged, chewing on another fruit and the memories of the day. “Their academics are as harsh as their politicians, maybe worse. But if our intention is broadening perspectives for building the school, perhaps their austerity is a strength for our research. Meeting with her was more confirmation than anything.”

“She advised you against going.”

“Hmm, she thought she was vague. Or she knows I’m beyond convincing,” Edain rolled her eyes as she took another sip of the wine, let it warm her throat. “Nevertheless…with such a fraught relationship between her—with Piltover at large and their lingering tariffs–”

“Familial hostility,” he interjected lightly.

“Precisely.” She caught his eyes flick to her lips as they twisted into a small smirk. “Zaun may just have an opportunity.”

Mischief danced in his aqua eye and he returned her smirk with his own. A tight sort of smile, peppered with pride, crooked to his unscarred side and a little out of practice.

“Your talents would translate exquisitely into diplomacy. I’d recommend a change in career, were the University not your fate.” He seemed to tilt back, gazing at her through mismatched eyes, ready to either admire or devour her.

Maybe both.

“Bah,” she gave a small huff, feeling the rising blush creep up her neck, heating her cheeks, as she looked into the devilry in his features. A heat bellowed deep in her stomach, heart hammered in her ribs. The temperate room suddenly seemed sweltering. “I’ve studied politics enough to know I’d only like to observe it from afar. I tried to gauge Sevika’s interest the other day. She’s capable of more . Of richer work. She’s not just muscle.”

“Sevika is instrumental to Zaun,” Silco scoffed lightly “in ways beyond politics.”

“As my personal bodyguard?”

All at once the tempting mischief melted from Silco’s features, lips firmly pressed, good eye narrowed. He took a sip of the wine with a harsh motion, as if the sweet liquid vexed him. He leaned toward her then, a challenge shadowing his face.

“You’ve always felt encumbered by the presence of protection.”

“I don’t enjoy feeling chaperoned,” she leaned forward too, into the boiling heat of him. “A goat in need of a collie.” She spread her hand across the table before his mouth could so much as open in protest. He did not flinch as she reached for his hand, slid her thumb along the boney mountains and valleys of his knuckles. “But…I know this,” she squeezed warmth over the top of his hand, “puts me in a precarious position.”

“You are deserving of a peaceful life Edain.”

Both were shrewd enough to know the dangers waiting in the shadows of his orbit. She’d known this from the start–in his employment, as his enemy, as his companion, and now lover. Each step closer to one another widened the possibilities of endangerment. They were careful creatures in the streets. Subtle. But stories crept through the fissures like eels, slipping through their fingers before they could control them. It hadn’t taken long for gossip to spread that the iron-gripped Eye of Zaun was indeed a man with a vulnerability called Edain.

“If the risks are too—“

“I thought we’d moved past doubts?”

Silco set his glass down gently before bringing his other hand to rest over hers.

“It is not a matter of doubts,” he slid his hand to her wrist, gently drew it to his lips and press a steady kiss to her palm. “No fragment of me questions your affection. As you should never mine–not for a fucking instant, Edain.” he still said her name like a revelation and soften unmarred eye to gaze into her as a man devoted, a man aware of the wolves he’d ushered to their now shared door. “There are hazards. Realities–”

“Realities I’m prepared to face so we might make a life together,” she whispered across to him.

“ My love ,” he bestowed the honorific with ease, the low timbre of his voice crackling with something desperate, something wanting. “This world has tattered me. Left me suspicious when it shows generosity. Your choosing to....There are darker edges of our Zaun than I ever wish you to witness. Darker patches within me.”

The soft strings faded their warm melody as the record continued, and Edain saw the small sigh that escaped her lover as the new tune began. She knew it instantly, soft piano blending deliciously with plucked strings. The song they’d danced to, knife to knife, when she still dreamed of escaping Zaun and his hair was not so painted with silver. Surely the viciousness of Silco’s enemies was worth the heat of the memories, the heartbreaking earnestness in his stare, the knowledge he never wished for her to doubt his true and utter devotion.

“I know this. Welcome this,” his lover leaned forward, slid her hands from beneath his and cupped the soft side of his face. Her heart thundered as he leaned into the touch, closed his good eye, brushing his sharp nose against the palm he’d kissed. “Now, Eye of Zaun,” she smiled crookedly as he allowed her to guide his chin so they might stare into each other. “Will you and your dark patches ever ask me to dance?”

Instantly she was lifted from her chair by the waist. The music seemed to drown under the percussion of her heart as a sinewy arm spread across her back, pulled her flushed body against his. She let him lead her, relinquishing her stubbornness to a man who’d earned her trust and fidelity. This man, who could hum to the rhythm of Zaun’s heart as well as he could hers, who knew the intricacies of her dreams because he listened , who could be content to sit and read at her side for hours. Whose racing pulse she could feel as her thumb circled his thin wrist where he held one arm outstretched.

He swayed her orderly, assuredly, to the grace of the music leading her to the other side of the board room amidst the company of indigenous plants and beneath the canopy of emerald and honey light. She surrendered all power as he thrust them both into the flow of the waltz with a strength he rarely showcased in her presence. Edain’s stomach tightened, warmed at the welcome feeling of his strength beneath the buckles and finely tailored garments.

There were no blades this time, no jeers, or flirtations. The sharing of their mutual devotions, of their equal passion and growing desire as they embraced one another in their journey across the room was enough to make them both dizzy and breathless.

“I’ve thought about the last night we danced here,” Edain found her voice, though it came out low, husked. “Imagined returning.”

He stopped their spinning to cup the back of her skull and press his forehead to hers just on the agonizing precipice of harshness. He held her there for a dozen haggard breaths, their devotion and lust mingling in its own waltz as the song dimmed and bled into the next.

Chills vined up her spine as he tucked himself in the hollow of her neck, his nose setting her bare skin ablaze like the feel of dragonbreath. She dipped forward in response, sliding her face against his skin. Edain breathed in the perfume of her lover, sharp bergamot and sweet smoke. She nuzzled the ridges of scar tissue along his left side, with her nose, then her lips, then the soft graze of teeth.

The arm around her waist drew her closer with enough force to release a gasp from her lips. Silco, a man of patience, a man of agonizing leisure when he wanted to torture her with anticipation, pulled her body against him like a man desperate for her warmth, for the full feel of her.

“And what have you dreamt, Edain?”

Before she could so much as open her mouth to confess, Silco captured her lips with his. It was not like the ones they usually shared. Those were tender, delicate things. Sweet scraps of intimacy. This was teeth and tongue, carnal biwitchery.

He kissed her as if famished, his tongue sliding into her mouth to find hers. He tasted of tart currant wine, the spiced warmth of cigar smoke, of need. The force of him was enrapturing, liquifying her until she spread both hands along his back, feeling her way over the tapestry of muscles along his shoulder blades. Silco spun her one last time, and pushed her against the expansive table, leaving her to stare up at him breathlessly.

“Here?” He feigned surprise, the slight hoarseness of his voice and tightening of his body exposing his longing. “In the light of our nation? Upon this table of power?”

Electricity zapped through her blood as Silco loomed over her, capturing her in a kiss that would surely bruise. She gasped against his unforgiving lips as a knee pushed her legs apart and settled at the apex of her desire.

“Yes,” she released a moan at the back of her throat as drew his large hands over her neck to trace her collarbone and then the aching outline of her breasts.“Please…” but her plea remained unspoken as his caress of her breast intensified, sending her eyes shut and a gasp from her lips. “Tortuous,” she whispered with a yearning thrust against the sharp end of his knee. He leaned to press his mouth to her ear. She thrilled to hear the sound of a rare low chuckle through a gasp.

“Deny my lover?” His voice was velvet, warm breath against her ear sending shivers across her skin. “I am a cruel man.” He paused to nip at her ear, the thrill of sharp teeth stoking the embers low in her belly. “Hmm,” the rumble of his voice vibrated against her chest as he slid a slow, measured fingers to grab at her hips, to massage her thighs and finally dip between her legs, making her back arch. “Such salacious fantasies,” those clever hands pulled at her undergarments, circled her sex with agonizing leisure.

He chuckled again to feel her squirm as he built toward her pleasure–teasing her, preparing her, nimble fingers adjusting pressure and speed, before thrusting two inside of her, just deep enough to make her moan and rock against him.

“Since we danced blade to blade? Dreaming of how I would take you, leave you breathless in this room? Have you imagined it?” He nipped at her ear once more, harder this time, but still harmless, still measured. “As I have?”

“Silco.” She nodded, knocking their teeth together as she tipped up into her own bold and bruising kiss, sending a surprised sigh to waft over her cheek. As she pulled away she hoped he’d see the fire behind her gaze, matching his own. Hoped he knew not to be gentle this time, that she had no interest in making love tenderly that evening.“I’ve imagined it a hundred times. And I expect you to live up to dreams.”

“Who am I,” he undid the buttons of his trousers without taking his eyes off of her “to refuse such a challenge, such a delight.”

Swiftly he pulled her under garment free from her thighs, discarding the silk to the floor. He took a moment to gaze down at her with a wolfish look, drinking in the sight of her, before plunging into her in one smooth motion. A startled but euphoric gasp released from Edain as he drove into her with an unrestrained vigor, with a power he’d always restrained.

He was often a fairly gentle lover, especially when their hearts had been fragile. He proved himself a versatile partner as he unbridled his desires, denying her nothing as the man thrust into her further, harder, more mercilessly than before. He’d deciphered her gaze, knew the hungers of her body, her unconditional desire for him.

Emboldened by her small thrusts against him, Silco drew his hands over her wrists and pressed them against the slick table, pinning her down with a wild strength rarely manifested in their bedroom. She released a small cry at the back of her throat as he kissed at her neck, nipped at her jaw, continuing thrusts so wanton, so ruthless, it threatened to drive her very soul into the verdant glow above them.

Moans of shocked rapture blended with his heated gasps, echoing through the high ceilings as Silco slowed only briefly to pull out of her, almost completely, before plunging once more, deeper, angling himself both for his own pleasure as well as hers.

“Fuck,” she closed her eyes, heralding a haze of constellations behind her eyelids. “Silco that’s…” An invariably clever and giving lover, Silco continued his steady rhythm at the angle that made her mouth fall open in ecstasy. He remained there, releasing his own ardent moans, fingers spread against her and caging her, his body relentless in its chase for ultimate pleasure. The current dragged her into its depths, dragging her beneath in a sea of starlight, swirling her with an unforgiving but entirely welcome force. Building, building, bursting.

Silco’s lips seized hers as she released an enraptured cry. He tensed, not allowing himself to come undone to the sounds of her satisfaction.

He continued his work of her as she opened her eyes to reveal a man unraveled, disobedient slices of ink and starlight hair falling into his face, unblemished eye closed and the other glowing–blinded but ever watchful with it’s magma glow. Lost was his precision as his thrusts came shorter, almost frantic, airing on desperate. He tucked his face in the valley of her neck once more, searing breath grazing over her as he drove a final profound thrust and released his own breaking gasp.

The moment his hands ceased their intense press of hers, Edain tipped forward to pull his face to hers by the golden embroidered collar and kiss him with matched passion. She held him by the jaw as he relaxed over her, his breaths slowing steadily as the mist of carnal delight dissipated. She rubbed her thumb along his cheek bones, marveled at the beauty of the asymmetry, the dark patches of skin revealed as her finger smudged the medicinal concealer he wore like armor. Silco lay his skull against hers as she continued her tender caresses, their chests rising and falling together as their heart beats slowed.

They were a partnership as much as they were lovers. He knew the fiddling of her rings revealed her anxious heart, she knew the grind of his teeth in the night meant his mind was troubled. He knew she needed regular moments to commune with friends, that she detested being interrupted when concentrating, that she liked dahlias and spiced rolls and never longed for much more than intellectual conversations and the comfort of another’s presence. She knew he needed time in the quiet to properly think, to rejuvenate, and that in the end he preferred if she was there to enjoy the peace with him.

Their intimacy was a pastry layered lovely thing. A bloom still opening but with unwaveringly sturdy roots.

“I want you to join the next assembly,” his unexpected words released as a rasp and she thrilled to feel the vibration of his words as they lay chest to chest.

“You’ve always insisted it's dangerous.” Edain nuzzled her nose against his, waited as her lover drew his hand to cup her jaw.

“That’s not changed. But your voice is a necessity,” Silco slid a thumb over her chin delicately, his earlier mercilessness melted to gentilty once more. “As much as you dislike politics, the university of Zaun’s creator must be welcomed into meetings of authority.” He nodded, bits of his hair tickling her forehead. “It is….a risk.” He leaned to press his mouth against her ear, allowing his voice to drop to an almost growling whisper. “Take pleasure in knowing that from this evening onward whenever I step into this room, I shall be drawn back to this night, these sweet delights, and the thought of you."

“Hmm,” she hummed into the warm space between them. “I’ll think about it.”

[nalascat]

Barbie Fairytopia and Barbie Mariposa - A Timeline

This is. A really rough concept of my Barbie Fairytopia timeline, which I made to help my brain understand WHAT is going on in Fairy Princess. The barbie discord I'm in has probably heard a ton of my complaining about my confusion but.... too bad here's more

Note! This is just my theory/headcanon and it very likely contradicts canon SOMEWHERE, but I don't really care >:))))) forget CANON /j

I'm also. Working on a fic based on this heehee... watch me take 30 years tho

Most of it is... the fact that the flight across Fairytopia in FP confused me so bad. As far as we know in the Fairytopia films, there are seven provinces that the Enchantress Rules over. Shimmervale is likely not a part of that, although the Magic Meadow is literally outside their castle. IF they were a part of that, Shimmervale would have had some sort of Guardian, perhaps Amethyst or the Indigo fairy. We don't see this, so it's a question of is Shimmervale actually a part of fairytopia.

ADD THAT to the fact that the castle in Magic of the Rainbow seems to be close-ish to Shimmervale, primarily through the waterfalls. It's even named the Crystal Palace, and we know that Shimmervale is very protective over crystals... ????

SO my basic idea is that the Mariposa films take place HUNDREDS of years (maybe even more) before the Fairytopia films.

This is literally how I think of this at this point. There is so much to go into and there's probably much more that I haven't looked at.

We are starting from the BEGINNING besties

Flutterfield and Shimmervale are established. Possibly from earlier fairies, and there is a tentative peace between the two kingdoms.

The Crystal Fairies accuse Butterfly Fairies of attempting to steal their crystals and the rift is created.

Flutterfield is the unlucky recipient of the Skeezites and that cuts them off even further from Shimmervale and the eventual Fairytopia.

The rift is heightened by legends. (Maybe even some fairies blame Shimmervale for the Skeezites?)

A long while passes, many years, and at some point Marabella does come in with her powers and drives away the Skeezites for the time being. (Powers that perhaps a section of Butterfly Fairies have?)

The events of the first Mariposa film happen. The Skeezites are driven away and Flutterfield is safe again. If any legends come back, it is very easily ones about Shimmervale.

(Silly PLAUSIBLE addition) Henna ends up on the mainland of Fairytopia, through an accident that involves the powers that Marabella has (although much weaker) and scaring off the Skeezites. She ends up finding fairies and showing off these powers, bringing forward possibly the Sparkle fairies.

Fairy Princess happens and the kingdoms are no longer fighting. It's the first time anyone in Flutterfield makes the journey over the ocean since before the Skeezites. Mariposa and Catiana bridge the kingdoms and everything is getting better! Fairies begin to travel back and forth and settle in the future provinces of Fairytopia.

Catiana becomes the first "Enchantress" of Fairytopia, as she strives to get rid of the old feud and to just make life easier for a lot of fairies and try her best to keep them safe. She assigns the first few Guardians and draws her power lightly from a crystal around her neck and the flower from Flutterfield. Her and Mariposa remain great friends.

Through either a mistake or on purpose, something happens to the Heartstone and it becomes the first Blush of Spring. Whether it be them connecting the two kingdoms and transferring the magic to a flower that becomes a symbol, or it broke, the magic is the same, protecting the Spring and such. (Because both of them, when hurt, create cold and snow)

Over many years and renovations, the castle and the city around Shimmervale starts to become the Crystal Palace from MOTR. They begin to use the Crystallites a lot more in their building and it starts to become. More crystalline, I guess. Over this time frame, a forest begins to replace this meadow as fairies come and go, possibly planting or accidentally leaving seeds, haha.

Fairytopia slowly becomes the land we know in Elina's films. Flutterfield, and in turn Mariposa, starts to become more of a legend than anything else. Most fairies don't want to travel the distance much anymore, plus a lot have moved. It's unknown if any remain there, but some likely do.

On Mariposa, too, she is mostly forgotten over a long bout of years, Catiana is soon enough only remembered as the first Enchantress. There are scholars who MAY know mentions of Mariposa, but most of her things have been lost... :( - THAT and she likely spent the rest of her days in Flutterfield, her home.

Elina is born without wings, a small connection to Catiana just not flying at all, with the rainbow in her eye. (Could Catiana or Mariposa had it at some point? Likely Catiana- could be a possible Enchantress thing perhaps...)

The events of Fairytopia 1-3 happen, and then as time goes on, things change... Elina starts training 2 become Enchantress and suddenly she's beginning to learn a lot more about Mariposa, possibly through memories (of Catiana's?), or through Scholars who have grasps on books long forgotten. (Or an Enchantress lesson!)

Elina then tells Bibble Mariposa's story, calling her "her friend", knowing of Flutterfield and the whole thing. (She might also feel as if Mariposa IS a friend after gaining so many memories...) It's a story she has grown familiar with and wishes to share!!! AND it helps out Bibble, so it works out.

Elina could even BE a descendant of Mariposa, finally linking Mariposa and Catiana after hundreds of years.... and that thought just makes me 🥺🥺😭💕💕💖💖💖💖

Elina becomes Enchantress, one of many in a long line, but the closest one to Catiana, in a way. She still longs to see what's on the other side of the ocean. She longs to know if Flutterfield still remains.

ANYWAY. That's pretty much all of it!! Like I mentioned above, there is probably so much more that could be gone into and explored, especially as I just skimmed past the fairytopia films, haha.

This idea is one I have fallen in love with and will not let go of. Also. This could make Bibble a descendant of Zee and Anu and I think that's really funny.

Anyway. I'd love to talk about this idea a lot more, so if anyone is interested, heehee..

[obeymestory]

Obey Me!! (Demon Brothers x Reader Lemon Story)

(The author is switching the pronouns point of view, so Y/N will no longer be addressed in third person, Y/N will be addressed now as; "you")

Warning!!: This second chapter contains mature content which is not suitable for children. This specific chapter will have; cunnilingus, cuddling, risk of being caught and risky coitus, rough and gentle coitus, pussy worship, praising, desperate behavior, begging, reversed somnophilia, cuss words, slight size difference, fingering, overstimulation, and making out. The time skip will still be signaled by GIFS.

Enjoy this chapter and just remember; You have been warned.

Chapter 2 - A Night Beside Beel.

After eating dinner at a restaurant since the kitchen was destroyed; the brothers and you walked back together towards the house of Lamentations.

You decided to grab some things from your room before it was blocked by caution tape, and borrowed the twins bathroom to do your nightly routine and shower.

As you stepped out of the bathroom while ruffling your wet hair with a towel to dry it; you noticed that Belphie wasn't in his bed. Beel spoke up as he saw you step out of the steamy bathroom.

"Ah. Belphie went to the planetarium. He mentioned that he invited you to join him earlier."

You nodded, and saw Beel grab his pajamas and go into the bathroom to do his own nightly routine.

Since it was silent and you were bored as soon as Beel went off to go shower, you went to the planetarium to see Belphie.

You arrived in the planetarium and saw Belphie asleep in one of the seats, snoring softly. Normally he would never fall asleep here but he couldn't help it.

You gently moved some strands of his white and dark grey-ish blue hair out of his sleeping face, waking him up immediately on accident.

"Mm. Hi Y/N."

Belphie yawned softly and greeted you, covering his mouth as he yawned, and stretching before he spoke again.

"Did you come to look at the stars with me?"

You smiled and nodded, sitting beside him and crossing your legs as you gazed up at the constellations with him for a bit.

Belphie ended up falling asleep again about 15 minutes later, and you softly helped him up and intertwined your fingers with his, guiding his sleeping body back to his and his twin brothers room.

Belphie strides lazily as you helped him walk, then immediately plopped down on his bed and hugged his cow patterned body pillow, drooling and snoring peacefully.

You gave a soft chuckle, murmuring a small; "goodnight" to him while covering his figure with the blankets on his bed, sitting on the edge of Beel's bed afterwards.

Beel came out of the bathroom and laid down on his bed, his bright orange hair still damp from the recent shower he had taken.

You got up and turned off the lights in the room, looking around the twins room for a moment and hearing Beel speak up in a whisper only loud enough for you to hear.

"Oh. We never grabbed your sleeping bag... you can just use my bed. I'll take the floor."

Beel slowly sat up in his bed then got up onto his feet, grabbing one of the three pillows on his bed and putting it on the floor but you protested.

"No Beel... I can just lay beside you. I'd hate for you to sleep on the ground."

Beel grabbed his pillow off of the pillow and gave adorable puppy dog eyes as he gazed at you.

"Are you sure?"

You nodded as your gorgeous eyes met his glistening amethyst eyes, scooting over on Beel's bed and laying down. Beel hesitantly joined and laid beside you, putting his pillow back where it was after dusting it off and fluffing it, scooting in close and looming slightly over your small figure, being huge compared to you.

You closed your eyes and rolled over so your back was facing towards him, Beel took a few seconds before gently resting one of his hands on your hip, softly big spooning you.

The two of you slowly fell asleep together.

~Smut warning~

During the night you were having a vivid wet dream, and unintentionally squirmed a few times in your sleep. One of these squirms ended up waking you from your slumber and as you woke up you realized the blankets were all shifted and that Beel wasn't beside you.

You sighed and covered your mouth as you looked down, seeing Beel's arms wrapped around your spread thighs, and his face buried between your juicy legs.

Your eyes widened and your pupils dilated as you felt his mouth devouring your womb like he hadn't had dessert in years.

Beel muffled a satisfied hum as his tongue glided against your clit in circles, hitting the perfect spot every time his tongue moved, his orange painted nails having a firm grip to keep your legs open. His nails weren't sharp enough to hurt you or make a mark but it definitely was enough to let you know not to move away from him.

You muffled soft moans in your hand and realized his eyes were closed and he was actually asleep!!

Beel just kept eating you out, soon dipping down a little bit and sliding his tongue inside you, making you cross your eyes for a moment and reach down the snake your fingers through his orange locks.

Unfortunately as soon as you gripped his hair he jolted awake and looked up at you, muffling a noise of surprise that vibrated against your soaking sex.

He unwrapped his arms from around your beautiful thighs and pulled his tongue out of you, pulling away and covering his mouth, blushing profusely and getting up on his knees, flustered by his own actions.

"O-oh my- I'm so sorry Y/N. I-I didn't-" You reached up and gripped him by the collar of his pajama top, pulling him back down, making his face swoop down between your soft pillow-like mounds.

"Don't be sorry..." You murmured faint enough for him to process, Beel blushed even more and looked up at you, his blush fading away as his demonic instincts started to kick in.

His strong hands reached down, one of them spreading your legs again and the other cupping your womanhood, his thumb pressing against your clit and slowly rubbing the slick bud.

You arched your back in pleasure and covered your mouth again, glancing in the direction of Belphie's bed and seeing he was out cold and rolled over in the opposite direction, his back facing the two of you.

You looked back down at Beel, whose eyes were glowing and gazing up at you like he was prepared to feast upon you.

"May I?"

Beel murmured into your clothed chest, slowly lifting his head off of it and leaning close to your face, you eagerly nodded and bit your bottom lip.

Beel nodded silently and glanced at his sleeping twin brother then slowly went back down on you, wrapping his arms around your thighs, sliding his tongue across your pink glistening folds, moaning softly as he tasted your slippery flesh against his mouth.

"Mmph~"

Beel reached up and gently grabbed your hand, putting it back on his head like it was previously, you trailed your fingers through his orange fluffy hair, letting soft whimpers of pleasure escape your mouth.

You both heard the bed creak from a few feet away, Belphie had simply rolled over, but now it was more of a risk since if he were to simply open his eyes he would see the sight of his twin brother feeding off of your soaking pussy.

Beel hummed and kept his mouth focused on pleasing you, not even bothering to hide himself with the blankets like he should've done already.

Your clit twitched against the tip of his tongue, your hips instinctively starting to move in a grinding motion, and your hand gripping a handful of his hair in ecstasy as you felt yourself build up to a mind-blowing orgasm.

"You taste so fucking amazing... mm~"

Beel muffled against your cunt, you've never really heard him cuss before but his words sent a satisfying shiver down your spine.

You threw your head back and pressed the palm of your hand more tightly against your lips, muffling a strained moan against your skin and convulsing your body as you climaxed.

Beel tasted your sweet release and quickly lapped up all of your juices, moaning at the healthy taste.

"Mph... so tasty... I just wanna keep licking you~"

You became slightly overstimulated, your hips jerking forward from his tongue continuing to slide up and down your pink slick flesh, your hand gripped his hair slightly tighter in response to his extra movements.

Suddenly he unwrapped one of his arms from around your thigh and moved his strong veiny hand towards your eager core tantalizingly slowly, before penetrating your hole with his middle and ring fingers, curling them up into the nearest g spot.

You gasped out in pleasure and your body started to quiver, his fingers slowly starting to slide in and out of your folds as he kept swirling his tongue over your pulsating clit.

"Mm... such a pretty pink pussy."

Beel murmured, his lips pressing against your sensitive bud as he spoke, his fingers speeding up slightly as he paused his tongue movements to speak once more, and his amethyst eyes gazing up at you with a sort of dazed expression.

"You're so gorgeous. You're the perfect meal."

He panted softly, catching his breath and pumping his fingers even faster, starting to move the tips of his fingers against that special spot inside you, making you squirm slightly.

"I wanna ravage you. M-May I? May I ravage you?"

Beel said in a pleading tone of voice, his eyes darkening slightly and his face showing desperation. You never expected him to be like this, but at the same time- it was so sexy.

Without a thought you instantly nodded, spreading your legs wider despite how he already had your legs spread. He bit his bottom lip and unwrapped his other arm from around your thigh, pulling his fingers out of you slowly and licking off his drenched digits, like an ice cream cone.

"Mm."

He loved the way you tasted, and it was obvious.

Beel shifted and pulled off his pajama pants as well as his briefs, leaning down to plant rough and gentle kisses all over your collarbone and neck.

His thick meaty cock pulsed as soon as it was out in the open, one of his hands pumping his length a few times, and his other hand lifting your pajama shirt up before cupping one of your breasts gently. He darted his tongue out and flicked his tongue against your nipple a few times, soon doing the same thing to your other mound.

You moaned softly and pulled your hand away from your mouth, latching your hand onto his bed sheets and firmly gripping the fabric, glancing down at his member and seeing some precum leak out of his shaft.

He moved his hips forward and rubbed his tip against your clit a few times before leaning to the crook of your neck and whispering softly.

"Are you sure?"

You nodded, and murmured.

"I'm sure B-EEL-"

As soon as you said his name he slid his cock deep inside you, his width stretching you, luckily you were slippery to a point where it didn't hurt.

Beel shuttered and hitched his breath, sliding one of his hands down and gripping the area just above your hip, then putting his arm beside your head to help keep himself above you.

"N-Ngh... Y/N... Y-You're squeezing me~ M-mmnghH~" Beel moaned into your ear, only loud enough for you to hear again. He stayed still for a moment to bask in the feeling of you being wrapped around his girth.

"M-mm... Beel~"

You moaned faintly, making the demon of gluttony perk up at the sound of his name leaving your lips.

He took one thrust to see how you'd react, your chest bounced and your mouth let out another noise of pleasure immediately.

"MmM!!~"

Beel loved that sound, he wanted craved more.

His hips started to move back and forth, in a steady pace. His tip twitching inside you against your tight walls.

"Ah. Y/N n-ngh... I love your womb. A-ah~ You're so- M-mph!~" Beel moaned into your ear, moving his hips in more of a rhythmic way, finding the right spot deep inside you and continuously starting to hit that spot over and over each time he thrusted.

"B-Beel- right th-there!"

You whined in ecstasy, attempting to wrap your legs around his waist but he shifted instead then gripped the back of your knees firmly, pushing them up and putting your legs on his shoulders effortlessly, his movements becoming more rough as he started to pound your sex desperately.

"Yeah? Right there?~"

He murmured, looking down at you as he rammed into you with increasing ferocity. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you were about to scream out in pleasure but Beel quickly leaned down and shoved his tongue into your mouth, swirling his tongue with yours and connecting both of your lips together to silence each others noises.

You could taste your own sweetness on his tongue, and it only turned you on more.

Beel's movements slowly started to become more sloppy, his noises muffling more desperately into your pretty little mouth, and his hips moving with more urgency.

Due to you climaxing previously by his ministrations earlier, you ended up orgasming more quickly this time, your folds clenching around his member and pulsating constantly as you let go, making his cock slide in and out easier.

He grunted and pulled his mouth off of yours, burying his head into the crook of your neck and whimpering in a needy way, the bed definitely starting to squeak louder than it was a few minutes ago.

"M-mm... g-gonna c-cum... m-mm~"

He moaned in the sexiest way possible against your soft skin, pounding deeper into you, grazing your cervix with the tip of his cock a few times.

"H-hh... Y/N- m-MM!~ g-gonna fill you... m-may I fill your pussy with my seed? Pl-please? Ngh- please may I?-" Beel begged, sending you over the edge again into another pleasurable climax, and making you nod as soon as he asked, your mind was too fuzzy to care and you could only see stars.

"M-mM- Thank you- Th-thank yOU- ThAnK yOu- THANK YOU!!~"

Beel constantly expressed his gratitude vocally, as he fucked his juices into your cunt, his warm essence coating your walls and cervix, making you snap back to reality as he gave you a few more thrusts, getting every last drop out of himself, before shaking and wrapping his arms tightly around your body, panting heavily against your skin.

You shakily wrapped your limbs around his masculine muscular frame, catching your breath with him and still processing everything that just occurred between you and the orange haired beauty.

Beel and you slowly glanced over towards Belphie's bed, the sleepy demon still being passed out like a log. As you both turned your faces back to meet each others satisfied gazes; Beel slammed his lips into yours and swirled his tongue like he did while he was silencing you earlier.

"You taste amazing... you feel amazing... you are amazing."

He murmured against your lips, slowly pulling out of you and plopping on his bed beside your body, immediately wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a more tight big spoon cuddle, his abs pressing against your back.

"You're so gorgeous."

He whispered into your ear softly, reaching down and pulling the blankets over both of your exhausted yet pleased bodies. He reached around you and pulled your shirt down, shifting and putting his clothes on with you before going back to cuddling you in a protective embrace.

"Sleep well."

Beel murmured, kissing the back of your ear affectionately and whispering one last time for the night.

"I didn't hurt you did I?"

You shook your head and whispered back.

"You didn't."

He smiled and nodded, nuzzling the crook of your neck adorably and continuing to smile against your skin as you both fell into deep satisfying slumber for the rest of the night.

(The first chapter is on my account page, check it out to understand the plot and please continue reading if you loved this chapter. <3 ^v^)

[bekkathyst]

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