#slash positive slash lovingly

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patton i will punt you into the sun

[star--anon]

@thepontiffssnickerdoodles

[partycatty]

so i made a post about revenant johnny and i’m totally aware you saw it so what about a smut fic with revenant johnny??

i’m not entirely sure how we’d get to that part and i’d like to think we aren’t a revenant. im not entirely sure what the plot would be but i really just need to get my back blown out by revenant johnny

love ya 💙💙

EAYRBAUHRJAJFLAMTLMSMF

revenant!older!johnny cage > join me

revenant johnny meets you after his turning. the carnal desire never vanished.

warnings: kinda angsty, not explicitly consented to, you get SLAMMED TO POUND TOWN AND BACK. NETHERREALM AND BACK. OUTWORLD AND B— oh also lore adjustment to mk9 and mk11 :3

[ masterlist ]

you didn't think recent events could get any weirder, truly. just five years prior you lost the love of your life to a corrupted sindel, and with the knowledge that his cursed corpse sauntered beside a sorcerer such as quan chi, you honestly felt like coming face to face with a younger version of yourself was the most normal thing to occur. your job as a leader of the special forces was to capture and eliminate all threats to earthrealm, including but not limited to your former husband.

now under the command of a previous timeline's raiden among others, you had built enough of an army to counterattack what you lovingly called the zombified versions of your once-friends, liu kang and kitana. kronika was a force beyond your understanding but you knew that losing all you'd come to build would be a loss greater than... well, no. it was everything you'd lose.

at the bow of kharon's ship, you stood with a loaded rifle alongside a band of people you'd grown to admire; jax, jacqui, cassie, raiden, liu kang, kitana, kung lao, fujin, nightwolf, and of course a younger version of johnny. he nudges your side, aiming his own rifle at the sky with a hand on his hip.

"i hope we don't die out there, i'd love to tap that someday," he coos into your direction, perhaps louder than intended and earning horrified looks from everyone - including your fatherless daughter. you stomp on johnny's foot. perhaps you would have fallen for his charms in the past, but dear god was he more punchable than ever in that moment. even still, you miss his quips and jabs. what you wouldn't give to see the color return to his cracked, hellish skin.

"it is an honor to fight alongside most of you," you call out, facing forward as your subtle dig at younger johnny makes him frown. "raiden says it better. may the elder gods protect us."

it's not long before the large boat scrapes against the shore of the island, and your entire army charges into battle. guns, swords, and fangs spill so much blood, you could smell more iron than when you were riding down the crimson sea. your thoughts are cut short when a path opens, and you shoot a glance to your comrades.

"i see an opening!" you shout, pointing. "i'm going in!" a chorus of encouragements and cheers fill your ears atop the war cries, and the one that stands out most is cassie. your daughter's voice raises, slipping into grief mid-battle.

"if you find dad," she cries, praying to the gods that she won't lose both parents. "tell him i love him!" the knowledge that this battle will end in only one of you making it out alive terrifies her beyond belief but she does all she can to keep a strong face and salute you as you disappear in the crowd. cassie knows that a revenant version of johnny wouldn't fully understand, wouldn't fully accept her love, but she couldn't die or have him die without expressing it one last time.

you weave, shoot and slash through the crowd and end up in a castle-like structure. perhaps if you were to rise to the top you could use the position as surveillance or sniping. you could possibly even find a weak point. the building is just distant enough for the war to hardly reach the inside. your breathing and the sound of boots hitting stone are all you could focus on as you turn a corner.

blood rushes to your ears and you could feel your vision become glassy at the sight of the figure at the end of the hallway. even after all this time, you knew that shape. johnny stood in the dead center of the long hall, arms crossed and waiting like he predicted your arrival. maybe he did.

"no, nonono," you pant, leaning against the wall as your brows furrow. "not you. not now." the grief you thought you conquered washes over you.

"well i'll be damned," johnny smirks, pulling his sunglasses from his face and tucking them into his shirt. "long time no see, sugar." he takes long strides to you and your legs feel embarrassingly weak when you slide to the ground, gun clattering to the stone surface alongside you.

"anyone but you—" you're muttering under your breath, trying to ground your spiraling thoughts. "please."

johnny's in front of you now, kneeling down to meet your gaze. his skin is paled and crackling with a hellish glow, and his eyes are a heinous reddish shade. the outfit he wore was similar in style to his usual, but darker in palette and slightly edgier. in any other context, it was a good look.

"you look just as good as the day i left you," he grins, dismissing your grief and turmoil for flirtation. you want to fight back so bad, to shove him away and put an end to this but dammit it was the first time you'd heard that voice, that damn voice.

"why did you leave me? cassie?" you're involuntarily sobbing now, full of conflict. "why are you doing this?"

"you're the one causing this entire problem," johnny's defensive, jabbing a finger to your chest. "kronika's new era can save us. neither of us join the military. can you imagine it? white picket fence, two dogs and a daughter, home cooked meals every night and none of this bullshit—!" johnny's arm extends out to a nearby window, giving you both a view of the demon-human-demigod war on time. "—baby. join me. we could have everything we've ever dreamed of." his tone isn't as desperate and loving as it should be. it sounded... pushy. frustrated that you're disobeying what he wants.

"no," you choke out, tears flowing freely now. "you're being played a fool, johnny." he doesn't like your answer, and instead wraps a large hand around your small neck. he slides you back up the wall and spins you, your front now pressed up against a wall.

"you know what i'd miss more than your stubbornness?" he growls into your ear. his hand pressing hold on the back of your head is brewing a headache that quickly fizzles away when his other hand tugs your hips toward his front. you swallow, afraid to reply. "this sweet ass."

his cold, dead hand plays with the fat of your ass which spills a growl from his lips. instinctively rutting into you makes you spill an involuntary whimper out, craving his touch after so long.

"always a pain in my ass," johnny groans, slapping a cheek and watching it bounce. "i've gone years without it, i was practically losing my damn mind."

"johnny—" you barely breathe out. you're not entirely sure what you were going to say anyway. the warmth of his hardness shocks you as it slides up and down your clothed ass.

"mm?" he hums, transfixed on the way your behind fits his cock nicely. it was clear he wasn't fully listening and instead relishing in your presence once again.

as if he could read your thoughts, johnny chuckles to himself and kicks the rifle away, only stopping his humping momentarily to remove your defenses. your legs slightly part to try and catch the gun with your foot, accidentally giving him more access to your embarrassingly needy cunt.

"yeah, fuckin' speechless," he growls, hissing at the sight of your soaked bottoms. "bet you missed my cock, yeah?"

you could hardly even whimper from the onslaught of emotion. johnny's hand snakes to the front of your neck, forcibly arching your back as he pulls to lean into your ear.

"join me," he demands coldly.

"no."

johnny's hand dips under your waistband.

"join me," he demands again, tone getting progressively more animalistic as he tugs downward.

"no."

your pants are practically torn off as he grabs a fistful and tugs them to your knees with his mind-numbing strength. you weren't sure if he ripped your panties or tugged them off too. you hear something unbuckle on his end, and his hot, wet tip tickles your entrance.

"last chance." even though his hand returned to shove you into the stone wall, you could hear his cocky grin.

"go fuck yourself," you spit, realizing your grave choice of wording.

"i'll do you one better." he slams his entire cock inside of you, and it immediately settles into your walls like it was made to bury itself there for all of eternity. even still, going without dick that good leaves your pussy burning and on the verge of crying for other reasons.

he bottoms out quick, leaning back to admire how nicely he settles inside of you.

"well fuck, look at that," he says with genuine amusement in his tone. "you look so pretty stretched out on me like this, it's a sight for sore eyes."

your fingers claw at the stone, eyes rolling back as you take his full length without verbal complaint. as you pathetically attempt to protest, all you can sputter out are disconnected syllables. johnny's thrusts start off slow but he snaps into you as he reaches the base inches.

"all this whining but you're fuckin' soaked," he laughs, snapping into you harshly to hear you cry out. "you're a horrible liar, you know. you wanna join me, i can f — haah —" his own cocky nonsense is cut short when you clench around him. he lurches forward in shock, moving both hands to your hips to deepen his grip. "i can feel how tight you are for me."

in little to no time, johnny's cock is pounding into you at a breakneck pace, a horrid slapping sound echoing off of the castle walls as they mix with your obscene moans and his deep grunts. you're sure he's piling more unholy words into you but they feel so far away when he's plowing into you like a dying man — well.

his cracked, grey fingers grope you shamelessly, pinching your nipple through your uniform or rubbing rapid circles into your clit. the pleasure is too much too quickly and you feel a warmth pooling in your stomach as your juices coat his shaft.

a gasp escapes your lips with each thrust, your husband quite literally knocking the wind out of you each time he slams into you.

"i missed you," he purrs out, and just like that all hesitation and guilt you had flew away as his words made you cum hard. a glimpse of his humanity poured through at your orgasm, and while it was flattering, you had bigger problems to worry about then, including just how hard you came.

each wave of pleasure was met with an extra thrust for good measure, a pulse shooting to your clit that makes your knees buckle. what you quickly realize however is that your zombie husband isn't done with your body quite yet.

"oh, no no no," he tuts, thrusts getting wilder and filling you to the point of tears. "you're done when i'm done. this is what you get."

your sensitive walls continued to shamefully take every inch he forced into you, and you could writhe and twitch as a drop of drool spills from your lip. this revenant was fucking you stupid, using your body for all it was worth in the moment. you hated yourself for falling for his undead charm all over again. your vision was going black and starry before another orgasm rode up on you again, johnny's back shots doing nothing to soothe the overstimulation that was racking your body. it's not long before he's whining too, which turns into his signature whimpering when he fucks into you harshly, spewing his cum inside of you like he owns you. you cum with him this time, flooding with your own juice mixed with his cum that now coated your walls nicely.

tears still burned in your eyes, and so did your pussy from the unexpected stretch. johnny panted above you, face turned up at the ceiling as he tries to compose himself.

"holy..." he pants, wiping the sweat from his face with his arm. he wraps an arm around you and slaps at your bare pussy, making you yelp and jump back against his dick that's still buried inside. you swallow thickly and nod, too hazy to make sense of it all.

"i..." what the hell were you going to say? what is there to say after all of this? you're dumbfounded, fucked silly but torn apart by grief. as you crane your neck to look at johnny, you find that he's already looking at you with a coy expression. like he robbed you of something. tore your very being apart piece by piece and was proud.

"hope you're not mad at me for the whole dying thing, by the way."

[stayfortwominutes]

📝 "keep it, it looks better on you." | felix

disclaimers; lengthy amateur descriptions of kissing*, written from second person perspective, no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.

pairing; felix x gender neutral reader

synopsis; sometimes the greatest thing two best friends can do is kiss.

content; fluff, best friends to lovers, make out session. | word count; 690+

prompt credits: one from @nightprompts & four from @luvmake

felix’s eyes darkened with an alluring desire as they remained trained on your lips.

“can i kiss you?” he beguilingly utters.

with bated breath, you nod zealously in response. 

“are you sure about this-”

you dive in, wanting to be consumed by the waves of his ocean. his waxen hands come up to cup your cheeks as you crane to the right. felix matches the lapping movement of your plush lips as they latch onto his in a chase to satisfy years of unfruitful yearning. 

the kiss begins as a harmonious ebb and flow of passion, the two of you lost in a vicious current, pushing and pulling at each other, before you relinquish all your defences to him. 

felix hoists you closer into his lap, curling an arm around your waist to secure you in place. your mouths not parting for a single moment, except to exchange a sweet breath.

lead by prurience, you both plunge back into the depths, slashing the tether of friendship to uncover each other’s true feelings.

the sweet sensation of his lips against yours is riveting. it awakens all your senses: stirring your butterflies from their perennial slumber as your heart rate soars, revelling in the euphoria.

combing your fingers through his raven tendrils, you lightly tug at the strands, eliciting a series of soft blissful sighs from him.

the trivial implications you agonized over at the thought of kissing your best friend simply don't matter anymore.

everything feels so right. 

like a new dawn breaking over the horizon to clear the morning haze, or the waves that return to the shore after a treacherous journey out at sea. the wall of tension and the hesitant tandem between the two of you dissolves, crumbling to dust in mere seconds. 

you are convinced his radiating warmth is the liquid gold that seeps through your imperfections; the kintsugi that reinvigorates your despondent soul and allows you to embrace your flawed self.

you hoped to eternalise the lingering spark of electricity that flows through you whenever his fingertips brush against your bare skin. 

in a rhapsodic daze, you breathlessly pull away.

"my heart is all yours, lix" you whisper.

lulled into a sweet reverie of his own, he begins lovingly peppering a trail of soft, feathery kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

"you look so pretty like this," he gushes quietly.

his lips move back to ghost teasingly over yours.

he inches closer, confessing: "i've waited years. i needed this, needed you."

however, an abrupt knock on the wood of the bedroom door startles the pair of you, and you manoeuvre rather clumsily out of his hold.

“won’t be a minute,” felix vexingly calls out.

you stumble off the bed, attempting to smooth the dishevelled collar of your blouse, and give yourself a once over in the full-length mirror besides felix’s vanity.

you gasp, timidly taking in the sight of faint crimson spots blotted along your jawline. the pigment traces down to the pulse point just above your clavicle. an effusive bout of heat crawls across your face, it bleeds into the tips of your ears and, in its wake, a pink glow dusts your cheeks.

a low chuckle sounds from felix as he leaves the bed to position himself directly behind you.

he leans in, bringing you flush to his chest, warm hands planted on the curve of your waist. through the close proximity, you become cognizant of his heart's incessant drumming; an amusing parallel to the nonchalance that masks his features. 

your watchful eyes observe felix as he takes a makeup wipe from the vanity draw and deftly swipes it over your stained skin. once done and having taken a moment to admire his clean work, he pointedly reaches for a lip tint, and slips the petite cosmetic barrel into your palm.

when you inspect it a little closer, you realise the shade is identical to the product smeared on the wipe. the edges of your lips upturn in a shy fashion.

“keep it,"

you glance up at him, capturing your reflection in his dilated pupils, and find the lovesick grin he adorns mirroring your own.

"it looks better on you.”

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૮₍ ´˶• ᴥ •˶` ₎ა note; i really wanted to create something cute with felix, but this ended up on the opposite end of the spectrum... please let me know if you enjoyed it, or if you have any constructive feedback! © stayfortwominutes ; september 20, 2023.

[spark-my-nature]

It Takes Three to Tango - DRW & SFK

Hello loves! This is gonna be a multi-part story, and I'm so excited to share this first part with you! 18+

Summary: After some revelations, you and your boyfriend Danny decide to invite Sam into the bedroom.

Chapter word count: 5.7K | Pairings: Danny x Sam x Reader (MFM threesome with slash)

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, language, graphic sexual content, use of degrading terms (but its good-natured teasing, all for jokes)

Possible TW: Coming-out scene. It's very wholesome and loving but I felt I should mention it.

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"Okay, okay,” Danny giggled after swallowing, wiping the small dribble of beer that had trickled down his chin from how you held it up for him to drink, “You can’t get mad at me though.” 

Taking his empty bottle and placing it on the side table to your right, you faced him fully, readjusting your seated position over his thighs. Cupping his cheek with your now free hand, you lovingly stroked the soft freckled skin with your thumb. 

“Never,” you gently assured. Pressing a kiss to his beer-chilled lips through your smile, you mumbled against his mouth coyly, “S’it somebody we know?”

This discussion of ‘hallpasses’ had come up organically during a tipsy binge-rewatch of Friends. You’d offhandedly remarked (for maybe the hundredth time) how beautiful Jennifer Anniston was, and this time, Danny snorted and rolled his head to look at you, a teasing glimmer in his eye. “I’m starting to relate to Ross, babe, I think my girlfriend’s a lesbian,” to which you’d jokingly retorted that you’d go gay for her any day of the week. 

And it wasn’t the first time the conversation of sexuality had rolled around between the two of you, either. Your boyfriend was the first person you’d trusted with your bisexuality, nearly a year ago now. No surprises, he was as wonderful and accepting of you as he’d ever been, talking with you and learning about this side of you that you’d shared with him. 

The trust you shared with each other, and perhaps your own willingness to open up about your sexuality helped Danny feel safe with you, safe enough that he hesitated only slightly before the next words came out of his mouth. 

“It’s Sam.”

Never in a hundred years would you be put off by his answer. But that didn’t mean it didn’t catch you a little off-guard, especially when you’d been operating on the assumption that your boyfriend was, for the most part at least, straight. You weren’t expecting his answer to be male, let alone his best friend. 

You weren’t expecting the rush of heat and exhilaration either, as his words processed. You pulled back enough to look into the sweet, hazel eyes you loved so much, glossy from the alcohol and peering up at you, patiently waiting for you to say something.

Tucking a long curly strand of hair behind his ear, you smiled encouragingly as he leaned into your touch. “Oh, wow baby…” you softly cooed, “Really?” 

He nodded, sucking his bottom lip. “Yeah, I… yeah. It’d be him.” You simply grinned wider, your heart beating quicker. His complete and utter trust in you made your chest ache with adoration alone, but add in his warm, vulnerable gaze and the rumble of his voice beneath your hand on his chest? 

You leaned in, slotting your lips against his in the most loving and affirming kiss you could muster. His low hum of contentment buzzed against your lips, and you smiled wide, unable to stop it stretching across your face. “God, I love you, Danny,” you whispered. 

He blinked rapidly, gaze losing focus. He inhaled slowly through his nose, sucking his lip once more. His whispered voice had an unmistakable quiver when he looked back up into your eyes. “I love you.” 

You grinned, brushing your nose adoringly against his freckled cheek before kissing the corner of his mouth. You shifted your weight over his thighs, enjoying the flex of the muscle beneath his sweats. Danny’s hooded eyes lazily tracked your movements, hands settling on your ass as you ground your pelvis teasingly against his. 

“Mmm…” A playful smirk teased at his lips, “Love you so much.” His flirty tone from earlier had returned, along with a noticeable stiffening beneath your center.

You looked down and giggled quietly. “Danny?” He looked up at you to continue, “Wanna know something?” 

Danny’s eyebrow quirked at your shy but breathless response. “Oh, always,” he smirked. 

Tucking your face down into the warm familiar cavern of your boyfriend’s neck, you parted your lips in a soft wet kiss on his skin. “I…” you swallowed, smoothing over your next words with a roll of your hips into his. “…I like the thought of you and Sam.”

Danny gasped, whether from your movements or your words was unclear, but he whispered, “Fuck… really?” His fingertips dug into your ass, guiding your hips into his again. 

You whimpered quietly, nodding against his shoulder, resting your forehead against it. “S’really hot,” you confessed quietly.

You felt the rumble of a groan deep in his chest, his head tipping back against the backrest of the couch. “I… I’m glad you think so,” he breathed. 

You nipped at his skin through an affirmative whine, your arms wrapping around his warm torso over the faded, soft tee. 

“You… you wanna hear what I thought about sometimes?” he continued carefully, “…W-with Sam?”

You pulled back to look over his face, pressing yourself against him more firmly in your growing desperation. “Oh god yes, please,” you breathed, succumbing further to the desire clouding your mind. 

His mischievous glimmer made your stomach flip. With a choked moan as your hips glided deeply over his bulged groin, he let his eyes flutter closed. “Imaged him-“ he inhaled a sharp hiss, fingers sinking into your hips, “fuck, imagined sucking his dick while he eats your pussy.”

When did it get so hot in this room? Your cheeks flushed nearly as bright as Danny’s as his confession settled in the air. Your heart thudded quickly, sinful images flashing behind your closed eyes like a pornographic slideshow. 

“Oh my fucking god, Danny,” you whimpered. 

His head tipped back slightly, smirking down his nose at you despite his blush. His hooded eyelids casted shadows over his already dark eyes, and he bit his lip, flicking his eyebrows up at you cockily. “Oh, honey… you do like that, huh…”

Slipping your hand between your bodies, you cupped his erection, your lips parting as his breath hitched. “More than I probably should,” you chuckled breathlessly, smirking.

He shook his head, bucking into your hand with a sharp inhale. “I love that you like it. I was kinda nervous you’d be put off.” You quickly went to reassure him, but he cut you off with a chuckle, “No no, not like that, I- I knew you’d be accepting, I didn’t mean it that way. Just… I-“ he let his head tip back with a choked moan as you squeezed him. “Fuck, I’m just happy you’re like, into this,” he smirked, his cheeks flushing. 

Unable to stand the ache between your legs anymore, you lifted yourself off his lap enough to shove his sweats down to his thighs. 

“Get these off-“ you groaned.

He let out an amused laugh at your desperation, lifting his hips for you, watching as you maneuvered his rock hard erection out of his boxers and wrapped your hand around him firmly. He inhaled sharply, eyes fluttering but keeping them trained on you. 

“Danny, honey, love of my life, my gorgeous, sweet, baby boy, if I was anymore turned on, I think my brain would melt,” you deadpanned, not exaggerating in the least as you pumped his girthy cock steadily. 

You leaned your face over his groin and let a string of saliva fall over his glossy head. His jaw fell open, panting now. “Oh my god,” he whined under his breath, brows furrowing. 

You chewed on your bottom lip, watching his tip slipping through your fist. “You’d look so fucking hot, you know… sucking dick,” you breathed, drawing closer to brush your lips over his. He let out a soft, jerky cry, deep in his throat.

“You think so, huh?” He whispered, a lazy, dirty smirk stretching his lips. 

You met his gaze, “No, I fucking know so.” 

He leaned into your face, giving you a deep kiss. 

Danny pulled back just enough to articulate under his breath, “Imagine, babe,” his gravelly voice raising goosebumps across your skin, “sitting on Sammy’s face, watching me take his cock in my mouth.”

“Fuck,” you whined pathetically. His cock twitched in your fist, tipping you off to the effect his own fantasies were having on him. You were right there with him, though. You  yanked your damp panties to the side and shifted forward, bringing his tip through your folds. 

Danny let out a shuddery sigh, his sinewy hands flexing, fingers gripping the flesh of your hips tightly as you lined him up, sheathing him slowly inside you. “Ohh, fffffffuuuuuck,” he muttered, letting his head fall forward onto your shoulder, muffling himself into your skin. “Yes, sweetheart, oh my god, yes.”

You whined, rocking forward and drawing his length along your walls, your clit grinding into his pubic bone. “You’re so hard, feels so fucking good,” you marveled through your panting breath. 

Pressing your lips to his sweat-glazed temple, you purred behind his ear, “Keep talking, babe. What else did you think about?”

He groaned softly, straightening back up to drink in your fucked-out expression as he rolled up into your hips. “You’re fucking dirty, baby,” he grinned darkly, pulling you down onto his cock harder as he fucked himself into you, picking up the pace. 

Shooting him a cheeky grin, you shrugged one shoulder. “I think you love it.” 

He nodded, “Yeah I fuckin’ do.” He smoothed his right hand from your hip, up your front, and grabbing your breast. He squeezed it, massaging as he casually proceeded to ruin your life. “I thought about Sam’s tight little ass squeezing my cock.” 

A shocked whimper burst from your lips, and Danny grunted, gently rolling your nipple between his fingers. You clenched around him as your pelvises slammed together, just to watch his eyes roll back. “Uhh, God, just like that, babe-“

Losing yourself for a moment as your pleasure built, you whimpered loudly. Your jaw hung open until Danny’s broad hand suddenly gripped your jaw. “Maybe I’d even let Sam fuck this pretty mouth while I do it,” he grit. 

Your eyes squeezed shut as you imagined the weight of Sam on your tongue, moaning out at the image of Danny watching your mouth getting used by his best friend. “Don’t st- FUCK Danny, don’t stop baby,” you pleaded, riding him faster, harder, your climax building steadily. 

He groaned, fucking into you desperately, chasing his own orgasm. “Or maybe I won’t… have to see how well he earns it, yeah?” Danny goaded, out of breath, his thumb finding your clit. “Your mouth is so fucking good,” he grit, “I’d make him prove he deserves to fuck it. Make him take my cock like a good boy, first.”

Your desperate moans of Danny’s name babbled out of you, incoherently strung together between swears as you came. Clenching tight around his cock, your eyes squeezed shut, seeing stars as you faintly heard Danny crying out through his own peak. Wave after wave of debilitating pleasure wracked through your body as you rode your boyfriend through it. 

Slowly, you both came out of the fog, ears ringing and vision clearing. Your heaving, slick chests pressed together as you held each other tight. 

“Holy… shit…” Danny panted, and you blinked at him, smiling slowly and lazily. “Holy shit,” you repeated, giggling. 

He grinned, letting his eyes close as he fell back into the couch. 

Following his warmth, you rested your head over his heart, listening to it slowly returning to its resting rate as your arms snaked weakly around his broad shoulders. He wrapped you in a warm hug, holding you close.

After a few minutes, you blinked your eyes open, smiling to yourself. “Baby?” 

His voice tickled your ear against his chest as he rumbled out, “Yeah?”

Sighing contentedly as his hand began stroking your back, you quietly asked, “Can I ask you something?”

His abdomen tensed slightly, but he nodded, “Yeah, ‘course honey.”

“…I… If you-“ You swallowed, feeling your heart race a bit, “If you wanted to have a threesome with Sam, I’d be into that.”

His whole body tensed up at that, and you lifted your head, hurrying to back pedal. “But if you don’t, I don’t- it’s fine, I just wanted to let you know, we cou- only if you want, I-“ 

Danny grabbed your face, shutting you up by kissing you deeply. He smiled against your lips at your surprised coo, pulling back slowly. 

“Relax, sweetheart,” he softly assured, “It’s okay, s’all good.” Nodding, you sucked on your lip, watching him shyly. 

His face shifted subtly, glimmer in his eye. “Are you serious? Is that something you wanna try?” 

His thumb stroked your cheek, comforting you enough to admit softly, “Yeah… you?” 

He inhaled slowly, then nodded. “Yeah… I-I’d be down for that.”

You smiled softly, “Hey… I love you.” Danny brightened, smiling warmly and trailing his eyes over your face. “I love you, too.”

Grinning, you pitched forward, whispering playfully. “You gonna ask him, or me?”

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The morning after, even through the squint of your eyes due to the hangover headache, you’d rolled over to look at Danny in the soft sunlight of the dawn and felt an overwhelming surge of love wash over you. His angular features seemed softened in the muted glow filtered through the curtains, his brow scrunching as he began to wake. 

“W’time s’it?” He mumbled, draping his arm over his face. As your head tilted in admiration, you brought up a hand to smooth down the centre of his chest soothingly. 

“Early…” you softly replied, watching him take a deep breath and sigh, his arm lifting above his head. His muscles flexed with the movement, and finally you were graced with those mossy amber eyes as they fluttered open. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” you whispered with a smile, running your hand up his chest, through that cute, sexy dusting of hair between his pecks and up to cup his cheek. He trailed his gaze lazily across your face, a soft, almost vulnerable expression tinting his features. 

“Hey…” he started, trailing off as he looked away. He licked his bottom lip, rubbing at his eye sleepily. “You… did you, uh…” 

Feeling his body tensing slightly, you rubbed your thumb encouragingly over his jawline, quietly letting him gather his thoughts. 

“Last night,” he began again, a little smirk playing at his lips at the memory, “I know we discussed… some things.” 

A quiet giggle bubbled out of you. “Yes, love. I remember.” 

He nodded once, biting back a chuckle. “Yeah… I just… we’d had a lot to drink, y’know, and… I, um…” He huffed softly, “well, I guess I’m…” 

Smiling wide, you playfully tickled at his neck, giggling as he scrunched up his shoulder reflexively and laughed. “Danny, out with it.”

“Okay, okay,” he snickered, taking your hand in his, lacing his long fingers with yours, his eyes watching them tangle. “Two things, I guess. One, I wanna make sure that I didn’t… upset you, y’know with everything last night,” he put his finger up to your lips as you went to protest, “Yeah, okay, let me finish, and also… well, do you really want to try… bringing Sam into this?” He swallowed, staring at your hands as he ran his thumb over your knuckles. 

You nodded, cocking your head with a crooked smile. “Okay, well first of all,” you blushed, ducking your head shyly, “you sure as hell didn’t upset me.” 

A callused finger tilted your chin up, and you met his eyes as a smirk spread across his handsome face. “No?” he confirmed. 

Giggling bashfully, you shook your head. “I know we were tipsy, but I meant what I said, babe. The, um… the things you said…” you let your eyes trail down his chest, smirking and shaking your head slowly, “Fuck.” 

Danny let out an excited breath through his nose, coyly confirming, “about… Sam?” 

You nodded. “Yeah. Sam, you and him, what you thought about…” you couldn’t stop your shy giggle, “Honestly, I never considered anything like that before, it never even occurred to me. I don’t know what’s so hot about it, but… god…”

Danny’s lips parted in a shallow breath, and he stretched his free arm around your torso, rolling to his side and bringing you into his body. He hovered his lips close to your own as he whispered lowly, “You’re fucking amazing, you know.” 

Tilting up your chin to try and close the distance, he teasingly leaned away. Through a barely contained pout, you answered, “How’s that?”

Dropping your hand to grab your face lovingly, he brushed his nose against yours. “I don’t know how many girlfriends are not only… you know, accepting of their boyfriends like, suddenly coming out as bisexual, but also indulge their fantasies too?” he smiled playfully, a touch of wonder in his tone. 

You leaned into his gentle touch. “Baby,” you smiled wide, tenderly pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth before continuing softly, “I love everything about you. Everything. The things you’ve told me, the things you haven’t, the things that you don’t even know yet. I’m so in love with you it hurts.”

Danny’s brow furrowed, nuzzling against your cheek as you spoke. 

Swallowing down your rising emotions, you tenderly kissed his cheek. “I love that you’re bi, and I love that you trusted me with that part of you. I’m so proud of you, too, I-” You sucked your bottom lip under your teeth and brought your hand down to rest over his heart, feeling it beating harder at your words. “You’re my guy, Dan. I love you.” 

Danny’s eyes squeezed shut, and he held his breath tight in his throat for a moment. Leaning his forehead against yours, he placed his broad, warm hand over yours, squeezing tight. He let out a slow shaky breath, nodding ever so slightly. “I love you more,” he whispered. 

“Can I kiss you?” you quietly asked. 

He opened his eyes, and as he grinned, a little wobbly, they crinkled at the edges endearingly. “God, yes. Please.”

Smiling wide, you eagerly met his expectant lips in a loving kiss. He hummed contentedly, his fingers curling around your hand and running it up his neck and into his curls, a not so subtle hint. Grinning into the kiss, you indulged his affinity for having his hair played with, sinking your fingers into the silky tresses appreciatively.

Danny groaned happily, pulling you on top of him playfully with a chuckle. Your bare chest pressed to his, and you deepened the kiss with a teasing slip of your tongue along his lip. His hand smoothed its way down the curve of your back, descending until his fingers gripped the plush of your ass, his enthusiastic squeeze tipping your body forward into his kiss. 

Giggling against his lips, you coyly teased, “Didn’t get enough last night?” 

He let his head lay back against the pillows, his heavily lidded eyes indulging in the view of your cleavage against his chest. His voice rumbled against your breasts as he replied, “Never get enough of you, you should know this by now.” Finally meeting your eyes, he winked, a devilish smirk swiftly following. 

Feeling weak in the knees at his flirting, even after all the time you spent together, you bit your lip and lowered your naked lower half to his. 

His brows furrowed as his lips parted, inhaling sharply at the sensation of his semi hard length blanketed by your wet folds against his stomach. “You have the gall to tease me when you’re this wet already?” He giggled breathily, lifting himself up on his elbows to watch. 

Joining his laughter, you retaliated his sass by centering your knees at either side of him and sliding yourself up and down slowly. He groaned under his breath, jaw clenching. “Fuck,“ he grit. He watched his swollen pink tip peeked out rhythmically between your lips, slick wet noises mixing with Danny’s strained breathing. 

You smirked, cocking your head. “Sorry, what was that?” you teased. 

Eyes still trained on your hips as they stilled over him, a tiny smirk played at his lips. His tongue swiped along his top teeth, as his eyes met yours through his lashes with a devilish gleam.

In a flurry of movement, you found yourself pinned on your back, pinned between your devastatingly hot boyfriend’s arms, opening your eyes to a cocky smirk hovering over your face. 

“You need me to fuck that attitude out of your smart mouth?” he goaded, playfully challenging you with a quirk of one dark brow. 

Taking him up on his challenges was a specialty of yours. 

“Do you need me to suck the attitude out of you, Daniel?” 

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After the longest week that, frankly, anyone had experienced ever, the weekend came, and weekends went hand in hand with drinks. 

And drinks went hand in hand with a certain bassist friend of yours. 

You and Danny sat at either side of a buzzed, boisterous Sam Kiszka, squished into a round booth at some dive near the edge of town. It was humid, bordering on stuffy in the dark corner one of the boys had chosen. You suspected the pick was Danny’s, with the looming conversation in his foresight, he would want some semblance of privacy. You shifted in place, grimacing as your thighs peeled off the sticky vinyl.

Zoning back into the conversation, you took your eyes off the droplet of condensation that trailed down the side of Danny’s beer. 

Your boyfriend was chuckling behind his fingers as Sam narrated the conversation of a nearby couple. 

“Beeb-uh,” he whined through his nose, his imitation of the young blonde, “I said I wanted organic water, this has chloreeeen!” 

You snorted into a giggle, playfully shoving Sam’s shoulder. He turned his face to you, sporting a proud grin from making you laugh. You bit your lip, still grinning, and let your hand rest on his bicep flirtatiously. 

Danny’s eyes tracked you, moving from your face to your arm, and then finally glancing at Sam for his reaction. 

Sam barely glanced to your hand, but he kept his gaze on you curiously. His smile remained, but you could see his intelligent mind working to catch up. 

“You liked that, didya?” he nudged your knee with his. “People like that are hilarious to listen to. And make fun of.”

With a lingering squeeze you released him. “You’ve never dated anyone like that, though, of course,” you replied sarcastically. 

Sam laughed, picking up his glass. “Shhhh, always digging up the past, you are,” he poked your nose as he took a sip. 

With a giggle, you scrunched your nose, swatting him. Catching Danny’s eye across the table, he smirked over the rim of his tall glass, and you returned it with a subtle eye-gesture to Sam. 

Wordlessly asking him, ‘now?’

He took a sip, nodding once subtly as he swallowed. 

His hesitance was evident, even across from him. You realized that Danny had more invested in this than you, more to lose if anything went south, but having known Sam as long as you had, and having witnessed the “bromance” between the two of them (and the shameless flirting with you), you weren’t worried about Sam reacting poorly. 

You figured worst case scenario, he politely declines and you all move on as if nothing happened. No harm done. 

Best case scenario though? Well, you figured you’d best not get ahead of yourselves. 

Danny set his glass down, keeping his eyes trained on it as he cleared his throat. 

“Hey Sam, I uh… I actually wanna ask you something.”

Sam looked over at his best friend, grinning. “No, I didn’t blame Jake’s run-over bike on you in high school,” he said with faux guilt, then immediately moved as if to run away jokingly before settling back in his seat. 

Danny snorted, tossing his head back as he laughed. “I fucking KNEW it, Jake kept glaring at me for a week,” he snickered, shaking his head and punching Sam’s arm, “bastard.”

Sam groaned dramatically, rubbing his arm. “If it makes you feel better, Mom got it on the door camera and told him on me.”

You giggled, leaning your chin in your hands and crossing your legs. 

Danny forged on with a ironic smirk. “Listen, shut up, alright?” 

Sam snickered, “Yeah, yeah, go ahead, I’m listening.” He raised his glass to his lips, and Danny leaned forward on his elbows, voice soft. 

“We were both talking the other day…” Sam took a sip, nodding. “…and, we both expressed… interest, in uh…” 

Danny’s face was flushed pink, and you finished for him, deciding to shoulder the weight of the question for him. “We both wanna have a threesome with you.”

Sam choked, spitting up the brown liquor into his glass and coughing profusely. Danny slapped his back, and you shrunk back, watching Sam’s face widen with shock. 

He caught his breath, cleared his throat and his lips parted, but nothing came out. He open and shut his mouth a few times, growing gradually more flustered. You raised your eyebrows at him, waiting patiently, and a grin started poking at Danny’s face. 

“Wow, he’s never been quiet this long before,” Danny told you with mock seriousness. 

Sam shook his head, faintly smiling with a touch of bewilderement. “Uhhh… aha… I uh, I don’t- I wasn’t expecting that,” he chuckled, still staring at the table in front of him. 

Nodding, you began fiddling with your hands nonchalantly. “Its totally okay, Sammy, seriously, you can say no, there’s no pressure.” Danny nodded and chimed in, “Yeah, man, if you don’t… want to, just forget we mentioned it, its fi-“ 

“Will you both shut up for a second?” Sam cut him off, smirking. His eyes lifted to yours first, a playful glint present through the searching look he gave you. Softly, he prompted, “For real? You’re interested in that?” 

Blushing under his gaze, you nodded, smiling crookedly. Sam looked over at Danny with the same look, confirming the earlier sentiments. You watched the two men lock eyes, and you swore you saw Sam’s eyes dip to Danny’s lips for a brief moment. 

Danny was flushed, but visibly relaxing by the minute as Sam reacted without discomfort. His own brown eyes trailed over Sam’s beautiful features curiously, locking on the brunette’s lips as Sam quietly asked, “you too? You want that?”

Danny nodded, smiling lightly. “I do, yeah,” he softly returned. 

Sam’s smile grew, returning to you. “With me?” 

You giggled, blushing and looking down. “Mhmm.”

Sam paused for a moment, looking contemplatively bemused and flattered. 

“You two are sluts,” he declared, and you and Danny burst out laughing, all tension broken.

“What can I say Sammy… you’re so pretty, we just wanna take you home,” you giggled. 

Sam straightened up proudly. “I am, aren’t I?” he smirked.

Danny dramatically stretched his arm around Sam’s shoulders like in the movies, leaning into him and drawling, “Me and my girlfriend saw you across the bar, and we-“ 

He was cut off by Sam loudly laughing, even as he leaned into Danny’s side under his arm. You watched your boys easily relaxing into each other, like the most natural thing in the world, and maybe it was. It certainly didn’t feel strange or forced, and if anything, your desire to share the pretty bassist with your boyfriend had only grown hotter in the past few minutes. 

The thing about Sam, though, that you and Daniel were well aware of, is that he used humor and boisterous confidence as a sort of safety net, in situations where, in truth, he wasn’t as sure of himself as he acted. Which is why you enjoyed watching (and helping) Danny breaking through that wall of bravado brick by brick all the more. 

Danny chuckled, venturing a hand up to brush his silky hair behind his ear. “You really are, you know.” You watched Sam stiffen slightly and blush at the tender gesture. “So pretty Sam,” he purred. 

Sam’s breathing changed, his eyes shooting downwards at the sensation of Danny’s knee nudging at his own. 

Wanting in on the flirting, you leaned closer, your bare thigh pressing against Sam’s now. The boy’s eyes darted from Danny, to your leg, to your face, and then your hand as you rested it on his arm. 

You cooed near his ear quietly, “The prettiest, Sammy.” You made eye contact with Danny, steadily plastering himself to the other side of Sam’s body, exchanging an excited grin before turning your gaze back to meet Sammy’s eyes. 

Once your eyes locked, you spoke before your nerves prevented the words from leaving your mouth. 

“I bet you’re pretty everywhere.” 

Both boys made strained, breathy noises, Sam’s face flushing wildly as Danny’s lips parted in shock. You held down a giggle at the look on your boyfriends face, intent on Sam’s reaction. 

Sammy’s brows turned up in the middle slightly, biting his bottom lip. 

“You wanna find out for yourself?” he breathed slowly, tentative in his words. 

Danny lowered his hand, its width spanning across Sam’s thigh, beginning to smooth so slowly up his leg that even you felt antsy. “Is that a yes?” he confirmed lowly.

Sam swallowed, strands of his hair falling alongside his face as he let his head fall forward, watching Danny’s fingertips encroaching into his subtly tenting groin. “Christ… yeah,” he nodded after a moment. “That’s a fuck yes.” 

You smiled wide with a pleased hum of excitement, the sound turning Sammy to face you. His cocky grin returned as he gave you a smug once-over.

“Somebody’s excited,” he teased, and you bit your lip as his own hand finally did some exploring, resting at the hem of your skirt midway up your thigh. His lightly callused fingers gripped at the flesh, the quiver in his hands nearly undetectable. He seemed to be feeling you out, testing the limits, pushing the boundaries he wasn’t sure of yet. His boldness was undeniably sexy.

You both glanced at Danny after he let out a quiet growl, deep in his throat. His eyes were zeroed into Sam’s touch on your bare thigh with a dark, hungry look. Not jealousy, quite the opposite, it seemed.

“I don’t blame her,” he rumbled near Sam’s ear, and you felt the shiver it elicited from the grip on your thigh. Then Sam let out a whimpery little gasp, squeezing you tightly all of a sudden. A glance down at his lap had you forgetting how to breath. Danny’s hand rested over the bulge in Sam’s pants. He squeezed gently, palming over him just once before pulling his hand away and straightening up.

Like somebody flipped a switch, he took a sip of his beer casually, looking between the two of you. A smirk curled his lips as he swallowed. Sam blinked at him, speechless and… needy. He let out the breath he was holding, relaxing and retracting his hand. 

You grinned wildly, following suit and downing the last of your drink. Turning to Sam, you winked. “He’s a fucking tease, isn’t he?” 

Sam snorted, nodding without taking his eyes off Danny. His gaze shifted into a heated, almost appraising look, as though analyzing his best friend through new eyes. “Apparently.”

Danny shrugged coyly, “I know you were distracted, Sammy, but we are in public, we gotta keep it PG.”

This earned a petulant snort from Sam, “Right, right, and uh, grabbing-“ he quickly hushed his voice, quickly checking his surroundings before continuing, “… grabbing my dick in a bar is a family friendly activity to you, Daniel?” 

Danny laughed, cheeks tinting at Sam’s incessant ability to speak bluntly about anything. “You didn’t exactly stop me, Samuel,” he retorted, raising a smug eyebrow. “You couldn’t have had that much of a problem with it.”

Sam scoffed without a hint of animosity, mumbling, “Not liking it wasn’t the problem.”

Danny bit his lip, eyeing him. “Bad boy,” he flirted.

Sam did a poor job of pretending he was unaffected by Danny’s taunt. He turned back to you, hesitating for a second as he shifted his hips in place stiffly, but then pushing through and speaking his thoughts in his usual, bratty fashion. “Good thing he’s so hot, huh?” 

There was that familiar rush of heat again. Nodding at Sam, you furrowed your brow with a smirk for emphasis. “So hot.” Looking over at your boyfriend, you bit your lip, shamelessly eye-fucking him for show. You led him to lean into each other conspiratorially, and you whispered, “You think he’s hot now? Wait til you see his face when he cums.” 

Sam let out an affronted groan, the noise jarring in the thickness of the intimate booth. Closing his eyes, he bit his lip. “Now, why would you say that to me,” he whined with a pained smile, and Danny smiled wide, leaning forward over the table. 

“What? What did you tell him?” he pried, looking between you both, left out but thoroughly enjoying the flustered state of his friend. 

Inhaling Sam’s floral cologne, you raised your voice only enough to be heard from the crook of his jawline, “Don’t worry about it, nosypants.” You felt Sam smirk, and enjoying the swarming butterflies that being so close gave you, you pushed further, pressing your lips to his soft neck. Danny squinted at the two of you, and Sam bit his lip through a dazed smile, sighing through his nose as his eyelids fluttered under your attention. 

You felt a pair of eyes burning into you as you nipped the soft skin between your teeth. Sam let out a tiny, surprised cry in his throat. “Oh- god,” he breathed. Taking it as your cue to pull away, you kissed over the spot and straightened out. Your cheeks felt warm, bashful in the best way as both boys eyed you hungrily.

Clearing his throat and leaning back, Danny pulled out his wallet, slipping a wad of cash onto the table. 

“Shall we?”

Sam swallowed harshly, shaking his head of the trance you’d put him under. He shifted uncomfortably again, adjusting his shorts. “Uh… you’re gonna have to give me a sec.”

Chapter two

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cirie went to at least the final 6 on three seasons of survivor, won a solo-traitors win on the first season of traitors us, came onto big brother, was THE ringleader of the house for the first half of the game (longer than any of the other games shes played already), and now that her deputies are gone shes convinced everyone inside the house, and evidently some people outside the house!, that shes a goat 😭

I genuinely don’t think bb was the best place to show off Cirie as a player because going in blind with her I’m still pretty meh about her gameplay overall…

Either wrong cast or wrong show bc something’s not working. We’ve seen legendary gameplay on this show and her game is talked about like she’s playing at that same level and it’s just… not true? It doesn’t take much for her to sway people in the house bc they’re not the best players in general.

We’ve seen better bb players so is it that people love her enough to hype her up like she is or is there something I’m missing completely?

[bonebabbles]

Riverstar's Home Finished

It's a good book in the last 5 chapters. It's a bad book in the first 23.

THE GOOD:

It pumped the breaks BIG TIME on Clear Sky's ridiculous "redemption arc," giving him the space to be the fantastic, greedy villain he functions best as.

The dialogue is written very well. It's been pointed out to me that generally Kate Cary writes good dialogue, and it really shows. There are some excellent lines and quotes in this book.

This scene between Tall Shadow and River Ripple is superb.

Riverstar's arc is handled competently. It's a story about learning to balance peace and self-defense, and not lose what makes him special in the face of Clan pressure.

Night, Riverstar's deputy, is a woman who remains his platonic friend. This is a very low bar but it was cleared.

Arc is a positive portrayal of an adoptive parent, though it is only mentioned briefly. Riverstar thinks highly and lovingly of him.

Gray Wing being angry tutorial tips every time Riverstar died was funny.

Clan cats being able to create rafts and use willowbark as binding is now canon

The ending action is commendable. The struggle over the bridge was compelling, and excellently showcased both Riverstar as a unique perspective who handles conflict in his own way, and Skystar as a xenophobic dictator who uses his religion to justify his greed.

THE BAD:

So many characters come out of nowhere, they are introduced endlessly.

Which especially sucks because those intros aren't terrible, but you don't get the chance to see their traits in action.

A lot of Riverstar's most interesting traits have been removed, or are not complimented by the story.

For example; in Chapter 19 he starts having an identity crisis about who he is and what makes him special; but because he's frustrated and lost about this for several chapters, you just get Grumpy Riverstar until he has his epiphany while fighting Slash.

MOST of this book is recap that destroys a MASSIVE draw of the character by making him less mysterious.

For example; Turns out he couldn't swim until the second book of DOTC, he hasn't been in this territory longer than the other cats, and he spent 6 months locked in a house doing nothing.

It's a real slog and PACKED with filler. God it's boring. The first 18 chapters have nothing to do with the last few and 5 more are dedicated to traveling.

They managed to brutally kill another female character (Flutter) in an arc already notorious for its misogyny, give her no speaking lines before that death, and forced blubbering romantic pining onto a character who was popular in large part because he didn't have that.

His new mate, Finch (later Finch Song), appears suddenly in chapter 24, three quarters of the way through the book, and they fall in love at breakneck pace. She's pregnant 4 chapters later.

Finch also ends up giving up everything she loved, her whole life, including her friends and family, to follow Riverstar home and give him biokittens so he can finally get over Flutter. (they dont even name a kid after her)

Final rating: 4/10 Should have been a novella

It's not as fucking awful as Onestar's Concussion or Leopardstar's Hernia. It is a readable enough book and does have a solid ending, but you could skip more than half of the book and miss nothing.

Fans of Riverstar will probably be disappointed by the pointless retcons, but will enjoy the last 10 or so chapters when he's true-to-form. The original content that's worth reading would have fit just fine into a novella.

If you want to read it but aren't interested in a DOTC recap, I would recommend just reading the Tall Shadow/River Ripple scene I linked above and then starting from Chapter 19 onward. I wouldn't buy this one unless you're a dedicated Riverstar fan, or don't plan to read DOTC and want to use this book as your only experience of the main arc.

[kunekojo]

Marco x Fem!Reader~Shirt

Warning: none, maybe a hint of subtle suggestiveness but not much

Summary: Your shirt fell victim to combat

•••

“Watch out!” You hear Izo yell from the top of his lungs as he watches an enemy come from your behind. The distance is far too great for him to get to you, but he makes a run for it, hoping his warning reaches you in time. Alarmed, you twist your head back. No way there is one more left, you’re already engaged with two of them, but a third one... it’s a little too much.

Your eyes bolt behind, only to see the sharpness of the blade reaching to slash you. Your body jerks away, evading the attack but it’s not enough. The faint trace of the edge brushes against your back, forcing a fierce feeling of burning. A little bit of blood lingers down your upper back as you quickly pummel him, throwing him a few meters back into the wall of a building. With a swift turn, you boot the other two, liberating yourself from any other threats.

Inhaling, you feel the sore sensation grow, this time more intensely but it’s fine, it’s nothing that can’t be healed by Marco. Worst case, you’re gonna have another scar on your body, one so tiny that anyone will scarcely notice.

A little high with the adrenaline, you look around only to notice that none of the enemies are standing. Not even the ones clashing against your comrades. Oh goodness, it’s such a relief. Not that you don’t trust your crewmates with their lives, but it’s just that you can’t help not worry during battles, they matter too much for you to lose them.

“Always taking care of things-yoi.” You hear a voice from the sky, and suddenly, Marco lands right in front of you. Immersed with his company, you smile at him lovingly, words can’t define how glad you are that he’s alright. “I thought I'd have to come to get them away from you.” he implies teasingly with a broad grin, taking you into his arms. You can see the worry all over his face. He's never seen you in such a tight situation but your aptitudes never fail to demonstrate to him you can take care of yourself easily.

“They’d have to be ten times more for that to be the case,” your joke soothes him a little, but you're surely exhausted after all these.

“I wouldn't even let you fight that many by yourself. You gotta share the fun-yoi” his hand reaches to caress your cheek, drawing a line down the frame with his digits.

A thin tray of blood lingers down your face, surprising Marco but he's quick to put a flame on your forehead so it can heal faster. The smile on your face widens when he begins cleaning the blood but suddenly, you feel a cold shiver running down your spine. Marco lowers his gaze to look into your eyes but instead notices your bare skin glued to his body and your shirt laying down. You observe his expression shift and question it. Is there something wrong with you? Did you get hurt worse than that?

“What?” your brows furrow but he's silent. You turn your head to look at your back but the sight of your naked skin brings a wave of shock. The slash… It cut through your shirt.

Left vulnerable, with no piece of clothing on your upper body, you cover yourself frantically. Your arms wrap around your bust, attempting to hide most of the skin but it's still not good. Marco, on the other hand, is stunned, a little focused, and lost in thought about what he should do. He can't leave you like this, but an idea strikes his head. He immediately takes his shirt off, revealing the strains on his muscles, and covers your body.

You wince at his touch but upon noticing his shirt around you, you watch as he carefully buttons it. He positions himself right so no one can get the slightest glimpse of your intimate parts and you can't help but stare at him the whole time. This little gesture brings a warm fuzzy feeling inside you that you want to kiss him so badly.

“Thank you “ you mumble.

“I got you, baby.” He smiles at you back, kneeling to grip your ripped-open shirt from the ground. There is blood on the cuts, probably from a hit. So that's how it ended up like that. The taller man laughs, amused but concerned by finding out that you probably still need some more healing, but it's okay. He will take care of you, for as long as it's necessary.

You’re a little embarrassed after being revealed for this long, fidgeting with your fingers for the rest of the time. “I'll return the shirt clean as soon as possible. Hopefully it won't be stained.”

“That's alright. Wear it as much as you'd like. It looks better on you anyway.” you can see him eye your figure as he swiftly takes your hand into his, placing loving kisses all over the skin.

[archesa]

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-- B A S I C S

name: Anwen Evergreen

nicknames: Anweena (by her brother), Dame Anwen (Meryw) , Commander (lovingly by Trahearne, ceremoniously by everyone else)

age: 25 in 1325AE, 35 in End of Dragon

birthday: 317th colossus (13th of november)

race: Ascalonian Human

gender: Female (she/her)

orientation: Demisexual

profession: Magister of the Durmand Priory, Commander of the Pact, Dragon Champion, leader of Dragon's Watch

-- P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

hair: Mahogany brown

eyes: Chocolate

skin: Pale but tans easily when she spends a lot of time outside

tattoos/scars: Shrapnel scars on her arm and shoulder, from one of Canach's mines, in Southsun ; a jagged scar slashing across her throat, from Mordremoth ; now erased, but she once had a tattoo of ancient Orrian and proto krytian runes on her ribcage - a sigil of protection against necromancy

-- F A M I L Y

parents: Violet Faren (living) , Conrad Faren (living)

siblings: Julian Alfred Faren (living disaster 😆)

grandparents:

in laws and others: Trahearne (husband), Meryw (sister in arms and in law), Aurene (daughter), Caithe (sister in law and Aurene's Voice)

pets: Harley, Leo and Maddy (Trahearne's cats), Caerwyn (Sieran's fernhound)

-- S K I L L S

abilities: Guardian – her flames in particular are very controlled and she uses spirit weapons in battle

hobbies: Botany and gardening, history, traveling

-- T R A I T S

most positive trait: Curious, enthusiastic, hopeful, optimistic, protective, relentless, contageously communicative

most negative trait: Stubborn, self-sacrificing,

-- L I K E S

colors: Blue, the colour of her armour, the colour of her best friend Meryw, the colour of her daughter's scales ; Gold, the colour of her sword, the colour of Trahearne's eyes ; Violet, her brother's favorite colour, the colour of Trahearne's glow.

smells: The scent of earth after rain, mint and mulberry, butter and sugar, salt and spray, cinnamon and warm cider, paper and dust from the libraries in her parent's house, her manor and the archives of the Priory.

textures: Trahearne's leaves and bark, silk and cotton, velvet and wool.

drinks: Mulled wine, Tea, Warm cider

-- O T H E R D E T A I L S

smokes: Never

drinks: Occasionally, but she's seen her brother get wasted enough so she'd never want to find herself in such a vulnerable state

drugs: Painkillers when needed!

been arrested: For crashing an airship on the shores of a foreign empire... whoopsie!

[xxxrubytuesdayxxx]

The End of the Pier

Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff [Drabble]

Word Count: 718

Concept: You and Namjoon are dating and he’s brought you to his favourite spot for a picnic slash double date with your friend and JK

Masterlist

"I'm trying to find it…wait…" Namjoon flips another page, scanning the words carefully in search of the passage he wants to share with you. "I swear it was in this chapter…" he murmurs, almost to himself but he absent-mindedly rubs your knee to ensure you're still with him and haven't returned to your own book. You smile fondly at his concentration face and shade your face from the sun with the hand that isn't holding his. Your book lies open by your side awaiting your return to its pages.

"Aha! Found it!" he exclaims triumphantly. "This made me think of you…" He draws you closer to him and you nestle in to listen to him read the words, his voice and eyes both softening as he speaks. You close your own eyes, drinking in the sounds of water lapping below, birdsong and the occasional playful shouts of children and romping dogs mingling with your boyfriend's voice.

That is until you hear a muffled yelp and a stifled giggle from further up the pier, back towards the shore and half sit back up with an exasperated sigh, shading your eyes again to peer towards the disturbance. Namjoon's gaze automatically follows yours.

"Isn't she meant to be helping him with his English?" he answers your unspoken objection. "Maybe the book they chose is more entertaining than we gave them credit for."

"I don't mean to cast aspersions…" you begin. He raises his eyebrows with a tiny smile, knowing where you're headed with this. "But you will…" he finishes for you. You laugh and settle back against him. 

"Maybe you're right and it's all completely innocent," you allow, gesturing to him to finish reading. He entwines his fingers with yours and picks up where he left off. You can feel the warmth of the sun on your face and the warmth of his body against your side and the combination is making you deliciously sleepy. 

His hand moves up to stroke your hair and when you crack your eyes open you see him smiling down at you lovingly.

This time it's Namjoon who turns his head at the brief squeal.

"Okay so I'm beginning to wonder as well now," he concedes. You both squint back over towards your co-picnickers warily. 

"Well…why are they lying down for one thing?" you point out. Namjoon shares a suspicious look with you as you both get to your feet. 

Stealthily making your way back down the pier, you exchange another look as you notice the book Ruby was trying to use to teach Jeongguk discarded in the middle of the pier. But the two lovebirds are indeed lying full length along the side of the wooden walkway. Or at least Jeongguk seems to be; his head resting on the raised strut and his hair messily spilling over the side of the beam. As you and Namjoon edge closer he exhales a soft groan and shifts his position, raising his head to look down towards his crotch and propping himself up on one elbow where you try not to notice your friend's head poorly disguised under the picnic blanket she insisted on bringing down to the water. 

"Jesus, they're like cats in heat!" Namjoon snorts. "Surely he can concentrate for more than ten minutes?"

"Apparently not," you opine through gritted teeth. "Hose?" you suggest.

He nods, giving you a wicked little smirk as his free hand twists the nozzle of a nearby safety hose.

"Uh…jebal…oh, noona~" Jeongguk moans, still trying and failing to keep his voice down. You're not sure what "jebal" means but you get the rest and context implies some kind of begging or appreciation so you and Namjoon silently calculate the maximum damage bullseye and set yourselves up. Jeongguk's eyes are tightly shut, so Namjoon manages to unwind the hose carefully until you can abruptly douse the cavorting couple in freezing water, making them both leap up cursing and spluttering in protest. 

"I said it was a lovely day for reading you little animals. Not for geographically-inappropriate blowjobs!" you tease them, rolling your eyes.

Still shaking water droplets from their hair and clothes, Jeongguk and Ruby trudge back to the car for a change of clothes as you and Namjoon return to your cozy little lovenest at the end of the pier.

THE END

[tsumikiwrites]

Love and Death

ʚ♡SMUT WARNING! ʚ♡disturbing content ʚ♡Noncon ʚ♡Syo x Byakuya ʚ♡blood is mentioned ʚ♡character death! ʚ♡Severe wounds

Note: this is my first time here so please don't expect much (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠)

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As Syo grabbed the pair of scissors she hid under the leather strap on her thigh, she couldn't help but smile.

It was a very deceiving smile, you'd almost think she meant no harm.

Her eyes were filled with a crazy lust, her body trembling at the mere thought of blood staining her precious blades.

"Oh god!" She practically purred. "You're so.. beautiful like this."

"The way you're shaking, quivering in fear..what a beautiful boy you are!"

Soft hands grab and pull at the chin of the man, forced to look into red eyes. He groans in pain- and if you wonder why; all it would take is a quick glance at his body. Bruised, slashed, wounded and scarred. She had definitely taken a masochistic approach to her bedtime fun.

Blonde hair framed the poor man's face in the moonlight, blue eyes that would usually hide all emotion- widened with fear. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't. The duct tape around his mouth would make sure of that.

He wanted to push her away. He couldn't do that either..

The duct tape around his wrists would make sure of that as well!

Syo could only describe it with one word.

"How exhilarating!"

"Mmm~ imagine the painful screams you'll make once this blade pierces your stomach!" The ultimate murderous fiend laughed, a laugh mixed with a lustful growl or a flirtatious hum.

"Fuck, you're SUCH a good boy..you're so pretty for me, y'know that? Kyahahaha!"

"You know what would make you even more breathtaking?"

Slowly, she bent down and pressed the blade against a tendon. The tendon of the heel, blood practically splattered everywhere.

"Oh dear, what a mess!"

The man shouted in immeasurable pain.

"Damn you!" Or something along that, which only came out to be "mmph! You ffff- bmmph!"

Duct tape really is strong! It was Syo's new favorite sex toy!

Syo then sat on his lap, this position was her favorite. She took the dagger and slashed it across his chest. Two times.

With an X now marked on his skin, the blonde haired man was losing incredible amounts of blood, barely able to keep his eyes open through the pain.

"Oh come on!" Syo whimpers and pleads "don't die on me, yet!"

"Nngh~" she took the handle of the dagger and pressed it against her panties- access made easy with the very torn skirt she wore.

"I-i haven't came yet! You can't die, hold out for me!"

She takes the dagger and stabs it into the other woman's thigh. He cried out again.

"Ssssh..there there, it's okay baby.." she whispered, caressing his cheek lovingly. "It'll all be over eventually.."

The progeny was bleeding out, and quick. Blood pools underneath the chair he now sits on. Syo lifts herself up enough to slide her black panties off, and does the prideful progeny the courtesy of ripping the tape off of his poor lips. He frantically gasps for air,one can only breathe so much through the nose.

"W.... why..are you doing this,?" he pleads.

"Mm? Because.." she then slides herself onto the handle of the dagger, the same dagger that was stabbed into his thigh, now protruding out of it. The handle enters her throbbing heat, causing her to gasp in pleasure. The progeny tilts his head back, looking to the left, to the right, anywhere but her.

"Ohh fuck!" The blonde moans. "This is what happens t-to..bad girls.."

"Bad men that try to leave me.. Try to hurt me. You really thought I'd let you leave me that easy? you really thought I'd accept rejection? Please...I was already planning 4 different ways to kill you."

"Fukawa loves you oh so much, she'd never hurt you.. but I'm not her."

This had tears streaming down his cheek, he was just barely hanging on. To die in such a way.. it was shameful. He couldn't bare the thought.

Syo bounced on the handle of the dagger, it enters in and out of her hole each time, eliciting a moan and whimper from her.

"Don't you dare die yet!" She'd beg.

"Please! J-just a moment longer! I'm so c-close! Please Togami~!"

"Mmph! Aah~!" Her movements sped up, and the closer she got, the more the progeny wished she would just die already.

With one last bounce on the slicked up handle, Syo cried out in a blissful moan

"Oh, fuck! Yes!" A hard wave hit her and she practically collapsed on top of him.

"Oh Togami, you still know how to make me feel amazing!"

He didn't move..

Nor did he respond.

Syo looked into his eyes. His lifeless, blue eyes.

[whatwedointhecraft]

3 humans, 1 Grim Reaper, vs Two Angels. - HF

This is gonna go really well

EXT. OUTSIDE THE ABANDONED WAREHOUSE IN MANCHESTER – MORNING

RAQAEL gets punched in the face and is surprised, stumbling backwards. HALCYON lashes out, pulling JOSEPH into her view.

JOSEPH tries again to to hurt RAQAEL, but JOSEPH’s arm is twisted.

ARCHIE and ROBERT come from the side of them to rush them all, to even the playing field. RAQAEL laughs, pushing everyone backwards with their powers and drawing weapons.

JOSEPH:

Where the hell is my wife!?

RAQAEL:

[laughing]

So you’re Joseph Kennedy, oh how the mighty have fallen.

HALCYON slashes at ARCHIE, snarling. ARCHIE snarls back like a rabid dog and throws a punch, which misses.

ARCHIE is thrown to the floor and ROBERT steps in to defend him, ROBERT is thrown to the floor too, being held down by a magical force from HALCYON.

RAQAEL backhands JOSEPH who is sent flying into the wall of the warehouse. RAQAEL walks over with ease and grabs JOSEPH.

RAQAEL:

You want to see your wife so badly? Fine. Its your head, not mine. Halcyon, stay outside with the two nobodies, I’ll deal with Samantha and Joseph.

HALCYON nods. RAQAEL drags JOSEPH into the warehouse, leaving the others to be tortured by HALCYON.

INT. INSIDE THE ABANDONED WAREHOUSE IN MANCHESTER – MORNING

SAMANTHA jumps to her feet in horror at the sight of JOSEPH, who is thrown across the room at her feet, with RAQAEL laughing in their faces.

SAMANTHA tugs at her chains which seem to tighten and she tries to move to hold her husband.

Its been 35 years or so since they’ve last seen each other, and they’re both in awe of each other – not much has really changed. They’re both grey haired, looking older but they still recognise each other.

JOSEPH and SAMANTHA stare lovingly into each other’s eyes, silently taking in the other’s presence.

RAQAEL breaks through the moment by making the food and everything else disappear and SAMANTHA positions herself to stand guard of JOSEPH.

RAQAEL:

[mockingly, to Samantha]

He came looking for you, you know. Your doting husband. How perfectly pathetic.

SAMANTHA:

You know I couldn’t have asked him too, nobody knows we’re here!

RAQAEL:

[yelling]

Someone must know! Who could possibly know?

SAMANTHA whimpers.

SAMANTHA:

Do what you want with me, but let him go. Let Joseph go, he has no part in this.

JOSEPH:

[choked up]

No!

RAQAEL:

He has no part in this? You know he does. He’s just as much at fault as you are for this whole fucking thing. Its you and your bastard family that are the cause of all this mess, because you trusted Sephania. You used her for your own gain. You were only ever supposed to do your job of ferrying souls to and from Heaven and Hell and Earth and you couldn’t even do that properly!

JOSEPH struggles to get to his feet, reaching out for SAMANTHA.

JOSEPH:

[weakly]

Don’t listen to her, Samantha.

JOSEPH is backhanded by a magical force. He grimaces, but stays on his feet.

SAMANTHA is getting angrier and angrier.

SAMANTHA:

[to Raqael]

So what, you’d have me kill my entire family so I can suffer because I can’t die, and then you can do whatever you want with me whilst Heaven falls apart because of all your deeds and Earth will become a dystopia?

RAQAEL:

Earth is already a dystopia, we can let it destroy itself. We’re moving to a new world, where we can start all over again.

SAMANTHA AND JOSEPH:

[protesting]

You can’t! That’s absurd!

RAQAEL:

I think you’ll find that we’re the ones with the powers, not you. Once Tiana is dead, Heaven will be saved. And you will be erased from history and time.

SAMANTHA’s hands find JOSEPH’s own and they squeeze each other in fear, before SAMANTHA swallows hard, raising one hand to summon her scythe, then holding it with both hands again.

JOSEPH:

We won’t give in to you. We’ll find a way to destroy you.

RAQAEL:

You can’t even put up a proper fight. No, you will listen. This is what is going to truly happen: You are going to watch as Tiana stumbles into our trap, with all her pathetic friends and you will pick them off one by one, leaving Zariah and Joseph for last, and then she will have to watch as you kill everyone she loves and then you will have to kill your own daughter. And then you will be our slave and thrown back into Purgatory where you belong.

SAMANTHA:

If you truly believe I’m powerless, why am I still in chains? You could at least let me out.

RAQAEL:

[snorting]

You’re going to attack me the first chance you get, you really think I’m that stupid? Your stupid friends out there will die as well, if you even raise your scythe to me.

SAMANTHA doesn’t know what to say or do. She doesn’t know what to say to JOSEPH. She always pictured their reunion being more romantic, more like a family that they never got to be, but the thought of losing everything all over again, would break her heart if it could still beat.

RAQAEL:

Here’s what you’re going to do: Joseph, call Tiana and tell her where we are, give her the exact location on GPS. If you tell her what to expect, we’ll torture you and your friends just as much as we’re torturing Samantha. Bring her to us, to bring the end of this bullshit.

JOSEPH goes to shake his head, but he knows he has no choice. They’re all doomed either way. They’re in a lose-lose situation. JOSEPH brings out his phone, tears filling his eyes and threatening to fall.

JOSEPH:

You’re heartless.

RAQAEL:

Halcyon would have slaughtered you by now, just know I’m showing you mercy.

JOSEPH scoffs, but dials TIANA. There is no cellphone service.

JOSEPH shows RAQAEL this.

RAQAEL huffs.

RAQAEL:

You and your friends will go to a place you can get service, then bring Tiana and her friends here. I will stay here and make sure your pretty loveable wife stays pretty obedient, okay?

JOSEPH nods. RAQAEL turns and yells for HALCYON.

[advertisesouls]

Seeing that glimmer of light in Alastor's eyes when she told him part of her account of her fight against Adam made her feel like the rash decision she made to keep his attention focused on her worth it. Truly, she wishes that her soulmate could have witnessed her fight in his honor, but then an idea comes to her just as she senses his thoughts towards the whole matter. And just as quickly as that smile of hers appeared on her face, it quickly morphs into a grimace over what she's about to say next.

"...you know, I believe there might be a way for you to see the fight," she remarks, although she sounds less than enthused about the whole matter. "With Vox's voyeuristic ways, I'm sure he'd have a copy somewhere. ...but then that means we'd have to deal with Vox just to get access to that footage and you know how unbearable he's going to be when we of all demons are going to be the ones to ask him for it. I'd rather deal with listening to Susan complain for a whole day than do that, but if you'd like, I'm sure we can make it happen."

Truly, she couldn't have said any of that any more deadpan than she already did. Though, if they put their minds to it, they could easily try to be persuasive.

A sincere smile makes its appearance on her countenance just then over what he says about vengeance while she allows a small giggle to pass her lips. Of course, how can she forget that it's vengeance that fuels them into doing what they're renowned to do by now? That, and it's obvious that she wouldn't hold a grudge against him for concealing the details of his deal with Lilith now that she understands why he felt like he had to keep it a secret.

Though, that smile is reduced to a more worried expression when he winces, which causes her to worry that much more over his state. Just how hard did Adam's strike hit on him and how much pain was he concealing around the others so as to not concern them as well?

"Oh, darling..." she finally says, moving over to him when he sits down in his chair. The phoenix demon kneels before him, running her fingers delicately over his chest while examining his scars. "You know that's not true. You kept me alive when I was on the brink of death. I still don't know how you did it, but I'm here thanks to you and the efforts you made that day. Now, let me take care of you, alright?"

She adjusts her position briefly before a warmth begins emanating from her palms as she hovers them over the deep slash that's on Alastor's chest. The fire doesn't burn him, though. It instead starts to provide much needed relief for the pain he must be in from the battle they both participated in. All the while, she's humming a song under her breath to fill the silence between them with her eyes gazing lovingly towards him.

Though his eyes are really the only thing to express emotions, at least in Xifeng's vision when she's the only one to see what's behind the permanent grin, they light up to hear how hard she fought against the first man. Alastor did his best, he knows that much, he was coordinated and he still feels he could have easily bested him, but they do say a broken clock is right sometimes and that much was certain when a man as sloppy as Adam managed to land a hit and slice his chest nearly open.

"Ah, it would have been lovely to see your revenge in person. I can simply imagine it, the rage in your eyes as you slam your beak down upon that pompous man's body." A sigh of adoration came. If it was recorded, maybe he genuinely wouldn't mind watching a noisy picture box if it meant seeing his own girlfriend in action on the battlefield.

"Oh, dear, where would we both be without vengeance? You know I don't believe in little Charlie's whole redemption nonsense. Besides, I know the both of us are focused when it comes to vengeance, otherwise, I wouldn't have been clear minded enough to kill those who wronged me a second time down here." Mainly his and Xifeng's fathers but only the two of them need to know that detail about their lives.

"I'm certainly relieved you hold no grudge, my beloved." A sigh of relief over him, but the deep sigh makes Alastor wince at the pain in his chest. Deep breaths still hurt for him, the strain of muscles torn from breathing in so harshly in and out.

Removing his stylish red coat, tie and dress shirt, the radio demon's full animalistic chest is on display for her. Everything was much the same, except for some sort of scar around his neck that resembled one pulled by a collared chain and a deep slash across his chest. It was deep, but the bleeding at luckily stopped, but one could see that the injury was still both tender and sore. "I did try to tend to it myself, but no one said I was exactly good at keeping people alive." Teasing at his own murderous behavior, he sits down on the chair within his radio room.

[satanfemme]

[ID: two images of the femme pride flag, the second of which includes text labels over each block of color. the flag consists of three horizontal stripes: light pink, dark pink, and light purple. in order these are labelled, “femininity slash wifehood”, “life”, and “nonconformity”. in the top left corner is a sand colored heart, labelled “love”. End ID]

❤️ Femme pride flag ❤️

there aren’t any widely used femme symbols afaik, and none of the flag designs I’ve seen in tumblr tags have resonated with me or felt memorable imo, so I decided to try making my own! if you’re a femme and want to use this flag please feel free! otherwise this was still a fun project lol. anyone who’s lgbt and identifies as a femme can use this flag, regardless of their other identities. this includes femme lesbians, femme gay men, femme bisexuals, and femme trans people of any sexuality! (+ it should be emphasized this is a fully trans-inclusive flag on all fronts!! if you don’t love and accept all your trans siblings full-heartedly then this flag is not for you)

Meaning and Design:

as listed above, the stripe meanings are: Femininity / Wifehood, Life, and Nonconformity. these are three important aspects of the femme identity to me, and also ones I’ve seen other femmes emphasize as well!

“femininity” and “wifehood” should be self explanatory, and are at the top as femininity is what most defines the femme label. this stripe is given both words for two reasons. first because they often go hand-in-hand; for many femmes their feminine identity stems from being a wife or vice versa. and secondly, I wanted to leave the wifehood label “optional” and able to be dropped on an individual basis. for aromantic people, single people, or anyone who prefers a different term in their relationship, this stripe can still mean femininity alone.

“life” is lovingly derived from the original rainbow pride flag, in which red represents life. here, the redder of the pink stripes has the same meaning! this can apply to life in the literal sense -- being alive despite homophobic, transphobic, and misogynistic adversary -- or it can apply to life in the spiritual sense! that we’re here, that we’re full of love and joy, that we can have beautiful experiences, and we can give beautiful experiences to others!

“nonconformity” celebrates all forms of nonconformity a femme may possess. whether that’s gender nonconformity, nonconformity towards cishet values, nonconformity through neurodiversity, or something else, as members of the lgbt community we have all experienced being an “outsider” in one way or another. and this stripe is meant to honor and above all cherish this part of who we are!

additionally, this flag includes a heart in the corner with a subtle golden hue. this heart is in part meant to differentiate it from other striped flags, increasing its clarity, while also deriving inspiration from some “historic” pride flag designs (such as the bear pride flag) which include meaningful or symbolic icons in their corners as well. here, the heart represents love, which I feel is central to what it means to be a femme! whether that’s self love, romantic love, sexual love, platonic love, familial love, love for your community, or a love for anything else: it’s so necessary to emphasize the importance of love when it comes to self-expression -- how you view yourself in relation to the world around you. and at the very least, when you decided to self-identify as a femme you presumably did so out of a love for your femininity (regardless of what “femininity” means to you), so for the pride flag I wanted to make it a point to fully embrace the femme identity as a positive and cherished one!

that’s all for the “necessary” information, but I’ve also written a little more design talk + provided many alternate versions of this flag below the cut! (and whether you continue reading or not: thank u! I hope this flag makes you happy, even if you choose not to use it)

the additional design notes I want to mention are:

1. I obviously chose a warm, pastel, and primarily pink color palette for this flag -- with “nonconformity” lavender as the only pseudo-outlier -- in reference to the way femininity is heavily represented by pastels and the color pink in (western/US) societal norms. with the few femme flags I’ve seen before, I’ve noticed many make a point to avoid the “pink = girl, blue = boy” trope by using any other colors  for their pallet, and though I understand this desire I feel that by avoiding all things associated with femininity you sacrifice the clarity of the graphic design. being a femme does not necessarily mean you conform to cishet, white, neurotypical, or other confining societal concepts of what it means to be “feminine”, but it does mean you identify with some form of femininity, and following that logic I want my flag to communicate as easily as possible to the average viewer: “this is the pride flag for feminine people”. beyond that however, the pink pallet can be fully and unironically embraced, “reclaimed”, or made ironic/sarcastic by any individual users of this flag and it makes no difference to me. it’s up to the individual using the flag how they want to view this pallet. so if you are a femme, hate the color pink, but you still want to use this flag, please feel free to and feel free to see these colors through whatever lens you'd like!

2. the purple stripe is also a nod to violets, a flower which is used as a symbol for lesbians and bisexual women. it felt important for me to include some reference like this as ime the femme label is most heavily used by these groups!

3. this isn’t a serious observation but I wanted to point out that to me this flag looks a bit like a sunset over water, or maybe a red ribbon across the center 🎁 💌 which I think is cute <3

Alternate Flag Designs:

since this is a flag for all femme people (a broad category!), yet I know people like to make flags for every individual identity, I wanted to build some wiggle-room into the design itself! because to be clear: it is not my intention for the colors or stripes of this flag to be edited or changed to reflect sub-communities. for example, please please do not shift the hue of my design to be blue instead of pink and call it the “femme men flag”. obviously horizontal stripes are the prime design element of most pride flags, and coincidences happen, so I’m not gonna sue anyone for copyright, but you know. just have some courtesy here. (on the other hand, taking inspiration from this flag for other non-femme communities would be perfectly fine. for example if you wanted to make a butch flag with a similar design but different colors). additionally, my one exception to this general statement would be if anyone made an edit of this flag to highlight diversity, namely adding brown and black stripes as many people have done with pride flags before. that would also be perfectly fine.

so! what I’ve come up with is if anyone would like to represent a sub-community of femmes using my flag, you can replace the heart in the corner with a symbol you feel represents you or your community. this way, the flag retains recognizability and its unity with the femme community at large!

 the following are examples I’ve created (all icons taken from wikimedia commons, so blame symbol irregularity on them not me lol), starting with some gender variants:

[ID: the femme pride flag, with a female symbol in the corner instead of the original heart. End ID]

[ID: the femme pride flag, with interlocking male and female symbols in the corner, forming an infinity sign. End ID]

[ID: the femme pride flag, with a male symbol in the corner. End ID]

[ID: the femme pride flag, with a transgender symbol in the corner. this is the symbol that combines the male and female symbols into just one ring, and adds a third branch which combines both the arrow with the cross. End ID]

sexuality specific flags:

[ID: the femme pride flag, with two crescent moons in the corner, representing bisexuality. End ID]

[ID: the femme pride flag, with two interlocking female signs in the corner. End ID]

[ID: the femme pride flag, with two interlocking male signs in the corner. End ID]

for the femme bears:

[ID: the femme pride flag, with a bear paw print in the corner. End ID]

and lastly, a nod to the leather subculture: (note the heart in this version is tilted unlike the original femme flag I made. this heart icon is taken directly from the leather pride flag’s design. it’s a subtle change but I like it :3c)

[ID: the femme pride flag, but the heart in the corner is tilted at an angle and slightly larger. End ID]

EDIT: almost forgot to add this but if you’d like to make your own version of one of these, here’s the blank template btw!

[ID: the femme pride flag but with the heart icon removed, leaving only the stripes. End ID]

ok and that’s it! again thank you for reading and whether or not this flag gets any genuine use, I’m sending lots of love and good vibes ur way!

[quicksilverlightning]

He studies the inscription carved into the temple, running a finger over the relief lovingly.

“It says Cresselia descends with the moonlight to dance with her shadow. The next carving,” he gestures to the even more enigmatic relief below. “Appears to be some sort of calendar.” He sinks to his haunches to examine it more closely.

“See here,” he points to a round glyph with a second circle inside. “This is the symbol for the full moon. And this one,” he shows her another emblem, a circle with a series of diagonal lines running across the body, “means new moon.”

“What about this one?” Akari rests her hand upon the image in the center. It appears to be a combination of both symbols – a circle within a circle, slashed through with diagonal lines. Volo sighs.

“That’s the question, isn’t it?” He rubs his chin thoughtfully. “I’ve never seen this motif anywhere except here at Moonview.”

“Why a full moon anyway? Isn’t Cresselia associated with the crescent moon?”

“Indeed.” Volo’s eyes are alight with the excitement of taking on a new mystery. “I admit, this one has me quite puzzled.”

Akari stands from her bent position, stretching her back as she does. “Okay, so what does ‘dance with her shadow’ mean? Is it anything like the Clefairy dance we watched last month?” Volo rises as well, brushing a bit of dirt from his knee.

“Cresselia’s shadow refers to another Pokemon – Darkrai. Legend tells that the two are deeply connected, but the exact nature of that connection is unclear.” Volo tilts his head into his hand. “I’ve heard tell that the two are opposites, destined to do battle for all eternity. But another myth spins a love story of two forces that cannot be together.” He gazes over the mountains where the moon is beginning to rise over the peaks.

Akari looks again at the wall, brow furrowed, contemplating the icon at the center of the design. Full moon and new moon, but why a full moon? Why are the symbols mashed together? As though one were carved then the other placed on top of it – a new moon and a full moon at the same time, overlapping each other. Her eyes widen.

“Volo.”

“I ought to share the song with you later – it’s a lovely ballad really, quite ancient - “

“Volo,” she calls him louder with emphasis before he can really get going on a tangent.

“Mm? What is it?” Akari turns to him fully.

“Volo, I think we may be stupid.”

He lifts an eyebrow, gesturing for her to continue.

“It’s a new moon and a full moon – a time when the moon is there, but it isn’t. It’s an eclipse, Volo. A lunar eclipse – it really is a calendar!” Her grin is open and infectious and it sends a thrill of delight through him to see her excited about the same sort of discoveries he is. He kneels again to inspect the relief.

“You know, I think you may just be on to something.”

“When is the next eclipse? Is it soon? We’re definitely coming back here when it comes, right?” She’s practically dancing in place with eagerness and he laughs.

“It’ll be a while yet. I’ll have to consult some star charts, but I don’t believe there are any lunar eclipses for at least another year. But,” he lifts a finger.

“We’ll certainly be back for the main event!”

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This one's for you @sksksk001 ;P

[one-boring-person]

Play The Hero.

Barney Ross (The Expendables) x reader

Warnings: mention of violence, injury

Context: Just a little thing that popped into my head today

Masterlist

"What in the hell happened to him?!" I exclaim loudly as I open the front door to reveal two very familiar figures: Barney, and his best friend, Lee Christmas, the first of whom is currently hunched over in the other's arms. 

Lee shoots me an apologetic look, followed by an exasperated yet fond glance at Barney as he tries to shrug under the man's weight.

"Had a bad run-in with some other mercenaries out in the sticks of Sudan. This asshole decided he needed to play hero." He informs me, shaking his head as Barney looks up at him wearily, his bloodied face carrying an expression of protest. 

"When doesn't he." I have to roll my eyes, stepping aside to let Lee in, the mercenary chuckling at my comment as he limps past. 

He immediately goes into lounge, carefully loading Barney onto the sofa with a sigh of relief, rolling his shoulders to relax them a bit. I follow after him, instantly going to kneel beside him, brushing some hair from his face as I take in the full extent of the damage, wincing at the sight of the gash running along his forehead. A little blood collects on my fingertips, and I sit back on my heels, lips pursed as I wipe my hand on my jeans. Glancing back at Lee, I notice his expression of worry, and his slightly restless stance, a tired smile forming on my lips as I go to speak.

"Hey, you look tired. You should go home, I'm sure Lacy's worried sick. I'll be fine with him." I gesture to the drowsing mercenary, who's turned his head to watch us, his dark eyes lidded and tired. 

"You sure? I can stay and help…"

"It's fine, don't worry. Just go." I reassure him, grinning as I shoo him away.

Still looking a little unsure, Lee hovers for a further moment, chewing his lip until Barney speaks.

"Go, Christmas. She's done this before." His voice is rough and low, but his words are clear enough. Well, clear for his usual slur.

"Alright. See you later, Barn. Goodnight, (Y/n)." He says his goodbyes and leaves, shooting me a grateful smile as he goes. 

As the door shuts, I turn my attention back to Barney, who's breathing heavily as he leans back on the sofa. 

"What am I supposed to do with you?" I murmur, ghosting my fingers down his face. 

He grins crookedly at me.

"God knows." He chuckles, coughing a little as he grips at his side. 

"Apparently so." I reply, moving to undo his body armour, "Come on, help me out a little."

Together, we manage to rid him of his armour and torn shirt, revealing his bruised and scratched chest to the air, my breath hitching in my throat at the sight of him, still loving the sight of him after all the time I've known him. Reverently, I run a hand down the expanse of skin, feeling over the raised scars and lines of rippling muscles, freezing when he suddenly tenses up, biting back a grunt of pain. Mortified, I withdraw my hand, only for him to catch my wrist in his grasp, a soft smile on his lips as I look up at him. 

"I still don't know what you see in me." He mumbles, eyes roaming my face as if searching for any doubt. 

I sigh at this, used to his self-deprecation by now, but still hating it when he says these things.

"I see a brave man who does a world of good and gets beaten up for it." I tell him, smirking as I continue, "I also see a man who needs a shower."

Barney laughs, the sound a little gruff but still as hearty as always. 

"That's true." He grins, looking into my face again.

"Alright, let me stitch you up, then we'll get you in the shower." I announce, standing from my position on the floor to get my first aid gear and a bowl of warm water. Grabbing a cloth, I return to him and sit on the coffee table, opening up the kit beside me. 

Swiftly, I take the cloth and wet it, leaning forwards to drag it over a particular wound, a gaping slash made by a knife of some sort. He hisses as I wipe away the blood, glad to see it isn't weeping any more of the stuff out onto his skin as I take out some gauze and rubbing alcohol. Cleaning the wound properly, I then get to work stitching him up, quickly closing the wound and moving onto another. This time, it's a bullet wound, but there's thankfully an exit puncture, meaning inwont have to pull anything out of him. For another ten minutes or so, I work at cleaning him up, only just catching his little shivers as I stroke my fingers over the clearer areas of his skin, pressing a gentle kiss to his sternum as I finally finish. 

"Is there anything on your legs?" I ask him as I lean back, resting a hand on his lower abdomen. 

"Just a few grazes and bruises, nothing serious." He tells me, smiling thankfully. 

"Ok, good." I nod, before quickly cleaning up the wound on his forehead, "Now come on, let's get into the shower."

With a few bumps and stumbles, I finally manage to get Barney to the bathroom, helping him out of his clothes as I run the shower, waiting for it to heat up properly. He watches me work with the hint of a smile on his lips, dark eyes scrutinising my every movement. The black-haired man steps into the shower, slowly starting to wash himself off, only to start when I join him, helping him to clean off by rubbing his back and legs. I have to fight off the butterflies in my stomach as I run my palms over his skin, keeping my eyes averted as he eventually turns around, looking at me as lovingly as always. 

I squeak as he suddenly wraps his arm around me and pulls me into him, holding me gently against his chest. Looking up at him, I almost melt under his intense gaze, floundering under the weight of the care in it, enjoying being in the circle of his arms. 

"God, I love you so much, (Y/n)." Barney mumbles, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my forehead, trailing his lips down the bridge of my nose to my own, bringing up shivers down my spine. 

Humming in pleasure, I kiss him back, smiling into it.

"I love you, too, Barney. Far too much to be healthy." I whisper against his lips, "Even if you do always play hero."

Laughing, he pulls away, turning off the tap as the water gets cool, helping me out of the shower.

"You and Lee, honestly." He shakes his head, grinning.

I chuckle and help him dry off, tugging a shirt and some shorts on as he does the same, before we both go and climb into bed. 

"Do you need anything? Painkillers? Food? Drink?" I ask him as I sit on the edge of the bed, watching him settle down. 

"Some painkillers, maybe, but I have them here." Barney decides, swallowing a couple of pills as I slide under the covers beside him, laying down against the cushions.

After a moment, I feel a muscular arm wrap around my waist, pulling me onto a firm chest, my hands coming up to balance on his pectorals as he holds me close to him. Barney's expression is loving as he gazes down at me, his face open and relaxed where he lies, every muscle in his body loose for once, even if his grip around me is somewhat tight, as if he's worried I'll up and leave him. Smiling, I trace my fingers lightly over his chest, breathing in his scent, which makes me feel safe and at ease, every note - the bite of metal, the fumes of the plane that never leave him, the sweet tang of the shower gel and his usual cigar smoke - registering in my head. It relaxes me and I feel sleep starting to pull at my mind.

"Thanks for taking care of me, (Y/n)." Barney mumbles after a moment, watching me closely.

"You don't have to thank me, Barney. I'll always look after you." I tell him, meeting his gaze.

"I know, and I'll never understand why." He muses, squeezing me affectionately, "I'm old enough to be your father."

I pull back slightly, a playful smirk on my face.

"Lucky it's Father's Day then, isn't it?" I grin, leaning back down to kiss his chin, "Happy Father's Day."

Barney laughs loudly, pulling me back down and tucking my head into the crook of his neck, holding me in place as his body rocks with laughter.

"Should I be offended?" He questions mockingly.

"Nah, it's all affectionate." I reply, cuddling closer to him, careful to avoid his wounds.

"I know, and I love you for it."

"I love you, too."