#so I can pick what I want to be each day 😇

[unforgivable-thatswhatiam]

Somebody to love

"Crowley had lost Aziraphale, and the world was ending in a few hours. He was in Hell's bad books. Not that Hell has any other kind."

In the scene, we see Crowley making a dramatic exit, like a great tragic - queer - hero from the bookshop, magically slamming shut the doors of his sanctuary of love, a place where he would ever return, nor Aziraphale, now gone (or so he believes). He pauses for a moment, takes off his glasses — scorched by fire — and lets them fall, clarifying to himself that he’s not doing it because he’s a demon (the demons has killed is love): “I shouldn't litter, should I? I mean, I probably should litter, I'm a demon after all, but nobody's really keeping score any more.”

Now that Aziraphale is gone and the end of the world is near, nobody's really keeping score any more.

There's no point in pretending to be a “good” demon, now – he’d done that just to stay close to Aziraphale without danger.

Without him, there's no point in dreaming of escape to Alpha Centauri (A+C ❤️), even if the risk is now inevitable. There's no more reason to fight for a better life.

Without him, the very possibility of a better existence — of any life at all — is gone.

And like people who have nothing left to hope for, Crowley lets himself go, just like his glasses: he wants to lose himself, to lose consciousness, and perhaps to feel a little less of the pain of losing his angel — as he waits for the end of the world, for the Earth, and for himself.

But before we see him drown himself in entire bottles of Talisker, it's the Bentley that offers us a glimpse into Crowley’s subconscious* — even more layered than it first appears. Just like she did when Crowley believed he could save Aziraphale, she chooses a song.

* As with You’re My Best Friend, we don’t know whether it’s a Queen song Crowley likes, or if it’s only the Bentley’s choice. But she is an extension of his personality — and in the series, at least, it serves as a window into Crowley’s mind. So it seems she picks the song that best fits what’s going through the demon’s head at that moment.

The song in question is Somebody to Love. In the scene, we only hear the outro, repeating variations on the theme: (Can anybody) find me somebody to love?

We know that Crowley isn’t going out in search of someone to replace Aziraphale, though. So why this song?

It’s not the usual Queen-style classic rock, but a piece of rock gospel, inspired by Freddie Mercury’s deep admiration for Aretha Franklin. The term gospel itself refers to the word of God (see the Gospels), and the genre is rooted in Christian faith, with songs of explicitly religious inspiration. So Somebody to Love, despite the title, isn’t indeed a love song: it deals with people themes — despair, faith, the search for one's soul, and the basic human need to love and be loved. Starting to sound like someone we know?

Looking at the lyrics more closely might help us make more sense of it 😇

[Intro] Can anybody find me Somebody to love?

The intro, sung a cappella by Freddie Mercury, highlights the need to find somebody to love. The tone — both hopeful and uncertain — reveals a deep fear of failing to do so. The line is also ambivalent: it can mean too “Can someone find me somebody to love (= can someone find me worthy of being loved)? In GO this is no longer possible. Crowley had someone who loved him, who saw him as worthy of love. No one else ever will.

[Verse 1] Ooh, each morning I get up I die a little Can barely stand on my feet Take a look at yourself in the mirror and cry Take a look in the mirror and cry Lord, what you're doing to me? (Yeah, yeah) I have spent all my years in believin' you But I just can't get no relief, Lord

[Chorus] (…) [Verse 2] I work hard (He works hard) every day of my life I work 'till I ache my bones At the end (At the end of the day) I take home My hard-earned pay all on my own (Goes home, goes home on his own) I get down (Down) on my knees (Knees) and I start to pray (Praise the Lord) 'Till the tears run down from my eyes, Lord

The protagonist of the song is a grand, tragic romantic and everyday hero: he does everything he’s supposed to, even when it’s too much for him — and each day, he dies a little. He’s exhausted, wounded, depressed. Barely holding himself together. He can’t even look in the mirror without crying. He’s frustrated, because he’s always believed in God, always prayed Him — but finds no relief. What is God doing to him?

“The God who claims to love you, who demands your praise…”

It could certainly be Crowley: he was a good angel, did everything he was asked, and was cast down to Hell, into "a pool of boiling sulphur", for his associations (with other angels!), a bit of critical thinking, and asking questions.

Even then, he always did his duty, trying not to truly harm anyone (only to irritate humans). He continued to speak with God, praise Her, pray to Her, and seek comfort, but never received a response.

He’s desperate because he’s made unforgivable for something that shouldn’t even need to be forgiven. Because he couldn’t live freely the one thing that made him happy, and he couldn’t protect his love. And God, who had already taken away his innocence and happiness as an angel, took it from him again.

And he cries — hidden behind his sunglasses, so no one can see — just as he does in the car, on the way to the bar.

A note: in the Judeo-Christian faith, being good and doing everything God asks — in the Old Testament, a not necessarily good or just God — is not a guarantee of receiving favorable or even good treatment (see Job). But Freddie Mercury was Zoroastrian. The creator he believed in, Ahura Mazda, represents the good and demands goodness (good thoughts, good words, good deeds) to win the cosmic battle against evil, represented by the spirit Ahriman, with the promise of a happy life both in this world and in the afterlife.

[Chorus] (…) [Bridge] (He works hard) everyday (Everyday) I try and I try and I try But everybody wants to put me down They say I'm going crazy They say I got a lot of water in my brain I got no common sense (He's got) I got nobody left to believe No, no, no, no

The narrator feels frustration even in the environment around him: no one respects him, everyone brings him down, they think he’s crazy. And he has no one to believe in, no one to love.

Without Aziraphale, what does Crowley have left? The first verse makes me think of when Crowley was explaining his plan on the M25 to the demons at headquarters. No one in Hell has imagination, the demons don’t understand him, they think he’s “gone native" or crazy (he doesn’t have their "common sense"). The angels hate him, and they’re boring and snooty, bees. Without Aziraphale, what can he believe in? What’s left for him?

[Guitar solo] [Chorus] (Ooh, ooh, ooh, Lord)

(…) [Verse 3] Got no feel, I got no rhythm I just keep losing my beat (You just keep losing and losing) I'm okay, I'm alright (He's alright, he's alright) I ain't gonna face no defeat (Yeah, yeah) I just gotta get out of this prison cell (One day) Someday I'm gonna be free, Lord

[Outro] Find me somebody to love (...) Can anybody find me Somebody to love? (...) Find me, find me, find me, find me

After a new invocation to God, we see that the sad and depressed hero of the song feels inadequate, lacking sensitivity ("don’t you feel it?... Flashes of love") and rhythm. He keeps losing.

But this is a Queen song: there’s still hope! No matter how depressed and convinced he is of having many limitations, against all evidence, the narrator’s pessimism turns into determination. One day, he will free himself from this prison, from this unhappy life. With true love.

Even Crowley feels inadequate, as we see many times, though he pretends to have self-esteem and confidence he doesn’t really possess.

He has lost so many times to be able to be optimistic, to be aware of his own abilities: Aziraphale is the only one who has healed his wounds, who truly knows him, who believes in him and convinces him that he can do things he never thought possible. And he has lost him.

In this scene, in my opinion, the choice of the song is meant to convey Crowley’s despair and depression, whose determination lies in the fact that he will free himself from this life, which, without Aziraphale, has become a prison with no way out. And he awaits that moment with the last pleasure he has left: alcohol.

Then the outro comes, where the main vocals and the chorus seem to slowly fall asleep, exhausted from having fully opened themselves to the audience. And indeed, Crowley puts on his new "protective" sunglasses over the last "love" sung by Freddie Mercury, followed by -bodies, closing both the song and the scene.

However, the choice of this song for us, the audience, also offers another interpretation: we know that the song is optimistic, and the hero will do everything to find his "someone to love". And just a few minutes later, he will discover that it is still possible 💞

[scented-morker]

When you catch the bouquet at a wedding !

Inspired by pooks @luvyeni … this was so easy for me to write for some reason. 1.1k words, FLUFF, pet names and a couple smooches, fem!reader, mentions of an older sister in won’s part

Heeseung

He might be more excited about it than you were

Actually crazy because the other girls were shoving each other and jumping and it just happened to fall into your hands 😇

You look at the bundle of flowers in shock while all the guys at your table start nudging and elbowing your boyfriend

“You know what that means~”

When you come back over to the table you still look vaguely surprised, but you just set the bouquet down and go to take your seat like nothing happened

Meanwhile hee has spent the last five minutes planning your wedding

He pulls you into his lap before you can even sit in your own seat and whispers in your ear

“So we’re getting married huh?”

Now you’re both blushing messes 🤭

Jay

Bro has been ready to marry you since about the day you met

He’s the one that tells you to go with the other girls when they announce the bouquet toss in the first place

So when you actually catch it he just lights up

The proudest, most lovesick smile on his face

While the other girls fawn over you he turns to the guys at his table

“Guess who’s getting married!!”

The boys jump up and down with him and shout

“Do you even have a ring?”

They all shush sunghoon bc that doesn’t even matter 🙄

You’re flushed when you make your way back to him, fresh off of being mercilessly teased by your own friends

“So what size ring do you wear?”

“WHAT?”

Jake

He hypes you up before the toss, rubbing your shoulders like you’re a boxer about to go in the ring and not a bridesmaid trying to catch a bouquet

“Go get them baby!” He yells as you walk over, placing a light tap on your bottom while you roll your eyes and try to pretend you don’t know him

But he really really wants you to catch the flowers, so who are you to disappoint your man 🤨

Some girl almost knocks you down, but you catch those flowers !!

You can’t even bask in your success because Jake is running to the dance floor to pick you up and spin you around 🥹

“The wedding gods have spoken! You have to marry me!!”

You’re laughing like a maniac because he’s still spinning you and he’s so happy

“In what world would I ever say no?”

Hoon

He’s lost it

Like they called all the girls up to the floor for the toss and he was so confused when you winked at him before running up 😭

He asks Jake what you’re even doing before being told that whoever catches the bouquet is the person to get married next

His eyes get so wide as he watches the giant group of girls wrestle for the bundle of flowers

“They take this seriously huh?”

The boys let out actual cackles when the crowd disperses and you’re standing there with the flowers in your hand 😇

“Wait so that means-?”

He gets nothing but nudges and teases in response

“Hoon I caught it!!” You yell excitedly when you rejoin him at the table

His ears are pink, but he sends you the prettiest smile

He slides one of his rings off and slips it gently onto your hand

“Good job baby.”

Sunoo

“You have to catch that bouquet!!” He tells you excitedly. “It’s fate ok! Catch it!!”

You laugh as you join the other bridesmaids on the dance floor where the bride is

It’s silly, you know you’re gonna marry him anyway, but if he tells you to catch the bouquet then you’re gonna catch that bouquet 🙂‍↕️

Sorry to the girl you accidentally elbowed… this ain’t about her

The first thing you do when you catch it is turn to look at your boyfriend

While normally the guys look slightly embarrassed or shy, your boyfriend is jumping up and down and cheering

“That’s my girl!! Look she caught the bouquet!! We’re gonna get married!!”

You laugh at his reaction and run over to join him

“We’re gonna get married!” You join in with him

He takes the bouquet from you and kisses your lips

“Dang right we are.”

Jungwon

“You’re gonna go?” He asks when you stand up to participate in the bouquet toss

His ears are already red, and you let out a soft laugh

“Won there’s like fifty girls, I’m not gonna catch it. It’s just tradition!”

It’s your sisters wedding and she’d actually murder you if you didn’t participate, which Jungwon realizes is a valid point

“Ok, well have fun! Don’t get knocked out!”

You roll your eyes and stand on the outside of the crowd, not that interested in catching it

You swear your sister does it on purpose because explain how the bouquet is flying straight at you, completely away from every other girl on the dance floor 🤨

You barely have time to grasp it before she’s running over to you

“Oh it’s fate!! You’re next little sis!!”

You hug her with the flowers and turn to find your boyfriend, expecting him to be hiding his face or not paying attention

Instead he’s got the biggest smile on his face, deep dimples poking into his red cheeks while the other guys wolf whistle

He walks up to you and gives you a kiss

“I guess we can’t argue with fate.”

Riki

He’s laughing at you

“I hope that mean bridesmaid trips you when you try to catch it.”

“Shut up!” You smack his arm before walking away, sticking your tongue out when the mean bridesmaid he mentioned walks straight past you and to the front of the group

You didn’t care that much about catching the bouquet, you just wanted to annoy your boyfriend 😁

So when it actually lands right in your hands (knocked off its original course by the mean bridesmaid who hit it so hard it almost hit you in the face) you are SHOCKED

People immediately start cheering, and you don’t even have to look to know it’s coming from the table your boyfriend is still standing at

When you finally spare a glance to him, he’s gone entirely red and is being jostled by the rest of the guys at your table

You set the bouquet down nonchalantly on your table, pressing a kiss to his cheek before whispering “I wear a size 6 ring baby.” And then running to the bathroom to touch up your makeup

He will never recover (and is secretly making a Pinterest board of every size 6 ring he finds)

[lilyyy123]

Merry Christmas baby~ m.s

Warnings ⚠️: slapping, rough sex, mean Matt, dom Matt x sub reader, squirting, unprotected p in v

Summary: matts girlfriend has been pushing his buttons all day so he gets payback

A/n: this is so bad and I haven't read it over to if there's any mistakes don't mind it 😇

You were sitting next to the tree with Matt unwrapping presents you got for each other. This was your guys first Christmas together so you wanted to make it special. After you had unwrapped the presents and thanked each other you decided to go outside in the snow.

You and Matt put on your warm clothes and gloves before heading out the back door to your garden. As you walk outside your immediately hit with the cool winter breeze, the snow beneath your feet crunching as you step on it. Matt stands a few feet away, watching you play in the snow like a child when all of a sudden he feels a hard, cold ball of snow hit his face. He wipes the snow away, his nose and cheeks rosy red as he looks up at you with an unimpressed look on his face. As you look at him you can tell he's mad, you've been pushing his buttons all day by giving him attitude subtly (that didn't go unnoticed by him) and just being a brat in general but he hasn't said anything yet because it's Christmas and he wants you to have a good time but this was his last straw.

He walks over to you and grabs you by the arm, yanking you inside. You gasp as he pulls you through the door and into the living room, throwing you down on the sofa. "Matt what are you doing?" You ask quietly. "I'm gonna fuck that stupid little attitude out of you and you're not gonna say a fucking word while I do" he replies in a rough tone, grabbing your jacket and pulling it off you. He grabs you and flips you over so your laying on your stomach before grabbing the waistband of your pajama pants and pulling them down, revealing the lacy black thong you had picked out earlier that morning. He groans at the sight of it before delivering a hard slap on your ass. You gasp and let out a small whine before he yanks down your panties, revealing your dripping wet folds to his gaze.

He pulls down his own pants, his hard erection springing free and hitting his stomach. He reaches his hand down, stroking himself and swiping his thumb over his pretty pink tip a few times before running it along your entrance but not pushing in yet. He pushes the tip in before pulling out again, repeating the action a few times. You lift your head off the sofa to look at him over your shoulder "Matt can you just-" he cuts you off by delivering a sharp slap to your cheek before pushing your head back into the sofa. "Don't you remember what I said huh? Not a fucking word from that pretty little mouth of yours." You keep your head against the sofa while gripping the cushions. He slowly pushes in your entrance half way before pulling out again. You whine in response, knowing deep down you deserve it for being a brat.

He pushes in again, bottoming out with a groan before he starts moving his hips. You let out a small whimper as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix. "Oh my god" you moan before he puts his hand on the back of your head, pushing you down into the sofa. The sound of your muffled moans and skin slapping together filling the room. You go to say something before Matt pushes your head into the sofa more "what was that baby? Not so confident now huh?" He groans as he picks up his thrusts, slamming into your tight hole. You gasp and reach behind you to slow him down, he grabs both your hands and pin them to your back. He pushes down, forcing you to arch even more. "Oh Matt fuck!" You practically scream as he hits a deeper spot inside you because of the new angle. "Shut the fuck up." He snaps at you through gritted teeth. He stops thrusting for a second to get his bearings. "Oh fuckkkk" he growls before he starts thrusting again. You start to feel a familiar feeling in your stomach. With another hard thrust you feel the knot in your stomach break, clear liquid gushing out of you and all over his cock before he buries himself deep inside you. Filling you with his white, sticky load.

He pulls out, watching his load ooze out of your tight hole. Catching his breath before grabbing a tissue to clean you up and pulling you into his lap. "Merry Christmas baby" he chuckles.

[issybee06]

Hello issybee , I wanted to ask if you could please do a star butterfly inspired reader as mark grayson girlfriend. Just would like to see everyone's reaction to mark's girlfriend being this power princess from another dimension.

Heart, stars and horseshoes

Mark Grayson x Starbutterfly! Reader

I used to watch Star😔 one of my favorite shows growing up so this is so nostalgic!

This is kinda short cause I didn't know what to write😓

Also Mark in this outfit? For free? Foaming at the mouth and licking the screen clean😇

………………………..………………………..…………………………

He didn’t know what to think of you when he first met you, you came out a portal for crying out loud! He thought it was Angstrum!

He was relieved when you, a cute magical girl, stepped out like you owned the planet. When the portal closed he saw you huff and choose a direction to walk down. You were oblivious new, and what kind of superhero would he be if he didn't show the pretty new girl around earth?

That's how you two met, and becoming friends was a given after you explained who you were, a magical princess from the dimension of Mewni and you've come to earth to study abroad. He laughed when you said that, “Usually people pick France or something.”

“…whats Francs?”

You two dating was natural, you were tones of fun and so new to shit you could possibly know you were way to good for this NERD HAHAHAHA…ha…ha….

He teaches you about everything and anything you wanna know.

“Whats that?”

“Thats a turtle”

“A turt hole!”

“No-(Y/n)-”

You're new, he gets it.

Omg your powers?! He's so fascinated he's asking you to make anything and everything.

“Do Seance dog!”

“Mark I've made him 5 times-”

“Do ittttttt!”

He loves your cheek marks, brushes his thumb against them when you guys are cuddling and smiled if they light up. He adores it.

His family loves you, Debbie has had her fair share of weirdness so nothing surprises her anymore so she loves you. Oliver thinks you are so cool he's asking for new play mates and toys.

“Make a puppy that can breath fire!”

“Oliver stop bothering her-”

“Okay!”

And doom, you now have a singed couch.

His friends…? They like you. Rex laughs when he first meets you, “MARK! YOU HAVE A MAGICAL GIRL FOR A GIRLFRIEND! YOURE LIVING EVERY NERDS DREAM!”

Eve likes you a lot, you two make things together and bounce ideas off each other.

William tease Mark like Rex does, thinks its hilarious that Mark has a princess for a girlfriend.

“Dude, you can become a Magical Boy prince if you marry her!”

You bring Mark to Mewin and he almost gets eaten…twice, but that's beside the point! Your mother is skeptical of him, but your dad loveeeeees him.

“Mark, come, I need you assistance with this Stump day issue..”

“…Stump day…?”

“Just go with it babe...”

He thinks you're weird, he loves weird, he loves you.

[hoshigray]

Can you write a choso x reader, where the reader is a switch and choso is one as well? But the concept is they are both fighting for dominance, until someone yields? 😇😇😇

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: pfft, this is lowkey funny but cool

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Choso x switch! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - implied relationship - prone bone + amazon positions - kissing - pet names (baby, darling, honey, sweetie) - multiple orgasms - .

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k

What do you get when you put two switches in a room?

“—Ohooo, fuhuuck, Chosooo!”

“Hnnm! Yeah, you like that, baby?” 

Well, let’s look and find out shall we? 

You and your boyfriend are both switches — that’s a fact known to both of you. Whether either you or him are dom-leaning or sub-leaning depends on the day and mood. There have been days at the beginning of your relationship when you’d both lie on the bed, sitting naked and looking into each other and thinking…Well, who’s making the first move?

Not to say that you both being switches is a bad thing. Oh, no; quite the opposite. You both wouldn’t have it any other way, the dynamic keeps you both on your toes, and the sex is as amazing as ever! Don’t believe it? Observe.

You lay flat on your stomach, your legs caged between Choso’s as he drills his cock from behind. You moan with every thrust, his pelvis smacking your ass so that the skin makes a vulgar sound, and you chew your lips as the curve of his dick scrapes your walls to the point of unimaginable pleasure. 

“Hooohshiit, yesss, right thereee…!” Your brows furrow as he goes at a slow pace, the sensation of his length being pulled out and pushed into your entrance has you twitching onto him. Fuck, it felt so good! “Ohh yess, more…faster, go faster!”

He kisses your nape as his hips continue the slow cadence, and you squeeze at the sensual feel of his pillowy lips on your sweaty skin. He speaks to your ear, “What was that, sweetie? Tell me what you want?”

“Mmmm…Give me more, faster..!”

He chuckles. “Ask again.” Your smile grows broader.

“Pleaseee, go faster; I wanna cum…!”

“You gotta tell me why, princess,” The black-haired man nibbles on the helix of your ear, earning a sob leaving your puffy lips. “And who are you talking to.”

Oh, you loved it when his dominant side corrects you, unable to contain your devilish snicker; he sounds so hot. “Please, Chos—Ohhh!” He sneaks a harsh rut into your cunt, you shriek as he blows on your ear. “Fuck…Please go faster for me, honey; I’m so close, wanna wring you out...Nnaah!” 

“Good job,” you can hear the smirk on his lips, enough to throw you off when he suddenly pounds you with an erratic rhythm.

You howl out loud. The noises you make fly out with every thrust of his shaft, and your head pounds harder with every precise jab to your sensitive, velvety texture. Yes, yessss!! And he doesn’t stop when your climb comes crashing down with your crescendo having you grip the sheets.

Holy shit — the way your walls clamp onto his long member as he stirs your guts is utterly dangerous. Your eyes meet the roof of your head with his tip grazing your hyperacute walls and slurred “thank you”s leave your mouth in a haze when he removes himself from your messy wetness.

“There you go, princess,” he kisses your nape again, loving the way you shudder beneath him. “You feel like helping me out here?”

The fog in your brain clears on command, and you peer to him. “Thought you’d never ask.” 

You swiftly switch positions without Choso’s knowledge, surprising the man by maneuvering him onto his back. Wide brown eyes observe you pick his legs up and bend them towards him, his erect cock standing tall before you grasp onto it. Then, you lead the tip to your entrance, your boyfriend hitching his breath at the contact and purring with the insertion. 

“Fuuck,” Choso bites his lip, watching and sensing you take in his shaft inch by inch, almost choking on his saliva when you grind your hips down his base. God, you knew how to drive him crazy. And the way you were looking at him with such a sweet yet sexy smile had the heat on his face flourish to his ears. 

“Oh, don’t look away, Chocho darling,” you use the nickname that makes the shade of his cheeks grow pinker. “How else will I know if I’m making you feel good or not, hmm?” 

He chortles, “You always know how to make me feel good…Ahhh!” Choso throws his head back once you start rocking your hips, your hands hold his ankles to keep his legs lifted, propelling your waist in an up-and-down motion that has you both moaning a storm. 

This position was always one of your favorites; as much as you enjoy being roughed and dominated over, you could never get tired of taking the reins once in a while, particularly when your boyfriend is groaning and wailing at your movement, riding his shaft as your ass smacks onto his balls; it makes the shiver crawl up your spine. And you can tell he’s enjoying it, too. 

“Oh, Chosoo~,” you draw out his name while you give him his legs to hold, bending further to have your face closer to his. “You’re moaning like crazy, why don’t you tell me how good you feel?”

“—Hnngh, gaah!” Oh, poor Choso, his raven brows screwed together with his mouth agape, and he hisses at the voluntary clench of the walls of your slit. “Hoolyshit, baby, you’re makin’ my mind go crazy…Keep rocking like th—Ahh!”

“Oh yeah? You like it when I go like this?” Quick bounces on his pelvis have Choso humming so cutely for your ears. “No? How about this?” Your hips then go slow yet harsh, slamming your ass down to his aching balls and grinding your hips that have him cry out your name.

“Ohh, fuck! Y/n, princess, sto—Mmmph!” Jesus Christ, you’re clamping onto him with such a grip as if you want him to lose his control. 

And that’s precisely what you want. “Gonna cum, honey?” You kiss his forehead, “Don’t hold back; I wanna hear you cry for me—Eeeee!!”

Before you could process it, Choso had flipped you to your back without your awareness. You shriek at your man putting his cock back inside you while placing your legs on his shoulders. And when his hips go at a sporadic beat, your eyes roll up with a head thrown back at the accurate jabs of his dick. 

“Ohhoo! Nngh!! W-Wait, this isn’t fair!” The snap of his hips instantly counters your complaints, the new position and Choso’s added weight caging you into submission.  “It was my turn…Mmm!” But your protests fall on deaf ears, the black-headed man pounding into you so rashly that you can barely keep your screams to yourself. Because, goddamn, it felt too fucking good!

You and Choso being switches isn’t a bad thing. Sure, it can be hard to pick which side to stay on. But, for the most part, it’s one hell of a fun ride!

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ✩ dividers by @/benkeibear.

[paracosm-draw]

First of all, I love your art and writing so much (currently obsessing over you slave!anakin au)!

For the kiss prompt thing, I would like to ask for the one given before one of them leaves for something dangerous cause I’m an angst junky 👉🏻👈🏻

Absolutely no pressure to fulfill tho!

I'm such a slow writer but I promise you I will fulfill all the prompts I received eventually 😇

Here's another one ! You wanted angst, peach ? I'll give you angst 😌 Hope you enjoy 💕

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“I don’t like that you're going alone.”

Obi-Wan looks away from where he's adjusting his utility belt, meeting Anakin’s thunderous eyes through the mirror in front of him.

His boy stands in the middle of their shared quarters, arms tightly crossed against his chest, a scowl on his face that didn’t leave since the Council assigned Obi-Wan his next imminent mission. Imminent as in he's already running out of time if they’re gonna have another argument.

“I think I understood the first twelve times.”

Anakin’s scowl deepens. His presence in the Force is like a hurricane ; violent, unpredictable and dangerous. Not for Obi-Wan, but for anyone who decided to take him away from Anakin and to send him alone on a negotiation mission on a planet reputed for his absence of laws and his criminality rate higher than Master Yoda’s midichlorian count.

“This is not a joke to me, Obi-Wan. That mission is bantha shit, the Council should know better. I'm not letting their stupidity risk your life-”

“Watch your tone.” Obi-Wan snaps, turning around to confront him. It’s been a day, and Anakin is on a loop. He will not listen to another insulting and pointless speech. “Use some respect when you talk about the Council. Should I remind you that I'm still part of it ? Are you calling me stupid as well ?”

Anakin glares at him but has the wisdom not to talk back. Obi-Wan can see the way his jaw works, teeth grinding so hard it looks painful, even from there. His mechanic hand spasms in a fist against his ribs, the line of his shoulders drawn in a tense line. He's angry but again, this isn’t something Obi-Wan is afraid of. It’s rather usual, in fact. The first emotion that comes to Anakin when he doesn't know how to deal with the other ones ; frustration, anxiety, fear. It’s easier that way, for him. Except Obi-Wan is tired of suffering the consequences of his constant fury.

“That’s not what I meant.” Anakin mutters finally. His hand uncurls to hold his side and Obi-Wan can briefly witness the vulnerability flashing on his face. It makes his guts tighten painfully.

“I know.” He sighs.

Picking his lightsaber from the table between them, he clips it to his belt before walking to Anakin. The boy looks at him, still angry but unsure, searching for something on his face Obi-Wan isn’t sure he has the answer to.

“Look.” He says calmly, resting a hand on Anakin's forearm. He can almost feel the tension running under his skin. “Your presence is required somewhere else and is essential there. The Council can’t afford to send us both on the same missions all the time, you know that.”

Anakin frowns and looks away, but he nods curly. Of course he knows that, but it doesn't mean he agrees with it.

“I’m gonna be alright.” Obi-Wan assures, because this is the heart of the problem. “I promise you.”

“You can’t be sure.” Anakin replies stubbornly. “If I was there to have your back-”

“Yes, but you can't.” Obi-Wan interrupts him, not unkindly but firmly. “It’s been decided and you can’t change it. Now, this conversation is over. I need to meet my troops at the hangar bay.”

“Fine.” Anakin spits and steps away from him, refusing to meet his eyes. The anger is back, suffocating in the Force. When he talks his voice is dripping with it, cold and impersonal. “May the Force be with you, Obi-Wan.”

It hits Obi-Wan in the chest with the surgical precision of a stab wound. This is not how they part, and Anakin knows it. They never, never fly away from each other in anger or in sorrow. It’s a rule, and Anakin just threw it at Obi-Wan’s feet.

Obi-Wan knows that it's Anakin’s way of playing his last card. It doesn’t make it right. It doesn’t make it okay. Obi-Wan won’t fold. He can't. So he orders the pieces of his heart to hold together for a while longer and opens his mouth to say something. Anything. A peace offering, a plea. Anakin turns his back to him. He might have slapped him the face it would have been less painful.

“If this is how you want to do it…” He murmurs, grabbing his robe on the back of a chair and turning to the door. “Goodbye, Anakin.”

There’s a part of him that wants to turn back as soon as he crosses the threshold of their quarters, to snuggle into Anakin's arms and to beg him not to let him go without a word. But the other one, the one that's hurt and disappointed, the one that struggles to put boundaries in their relationship, reminds him he's doing the right thing by not giving in to all his demands, especially when they're unjustified by honor or duty.

The short walk to the hangar bay doesn’t allow him much time to put his heart in check and to conceal the sadness simmering behind his features. It’s always harder when it’s Anakin who’s the cause of it. Balance, which is inherent to the Jedi life, is such a fragile thing to maintain when feelings are involved.

This is why attachment is forbidden. He thinks bitterly as he steps into the hangar.

The moment he meets his Commander, his polished mask of Jedi Master and General of the GAR is back on. He can’t afford to think about Anakin with what’s at stake.

He closes his side of the bond and focuses on the debrief. He’s not going alone, despite what Anakin says. He’s going with a bunch of his best men, in case he needs someone to have his back if things get ugly. And he’s going with Cody, who he trusts with his life.

He'll be alone for the negotiations, that’s right. But who’s trying to negotiate peace treaties with a garrison on their back ? His troop will wait in the ship, ready to intervene only if he feels the need to. That exact part was the one Anakin disapproved of.

Closing his eyes for a brief moment, Obi-Wan takes a breath and gives the first flickers of emotions bubbling in his chest to the Force. He doesn’t want to think about Anakin right now. But it seems to be proving more difficult than expected.

“Everything’s alright, General ?” Cody asks next to him, lifting his eyes from the datapad he's holding to give Obi-Wan a questioning look.

He’s a perceptive man, Cody. Obi-Wan appreciates him for it. He forces a light smile on his lips and nods.

“Yes, thank you Commander. Let’s not waste more time, I’d rather wrap this as soon as possible.”

“Of course, Sir.” Cody gives him an hesitant look. He opens his mouth before deciding against it and turns away, gesturing to his men to move along.

Obi-Wan watches as the troop embarks into the mouth of the ship, feeling strangely out of his body. For all he wants to get this done, there’s something stronger compelling his feet to stillness. He doesn’t like to leave like this, with a weight pressing down on his stomach. What- What if Anakin's right ? What if something happens to him and the last memory Anakin keeps is of them being angry at each other ? The thought makes him sick. This is not something he wants and he's pretty sure this is not something Anakin wants either and still, they’re both too proud to admit it. Anakin prefers to hide behind his anger and Obi-Wan… Obi-Wan drapes himself in a false sense of duty as he marches to the ship. He’s a Jedi, first and foremost. Duty will always come first, alw-

“Obi-Wan !”

The exclamation echoes through the hangar bay the moment the sole of his boot presses against the ramp of the ship. His heart misses a beat.

“Obi-Wan, wait ! Wait-”

He turns around, just in time for Anakin to join him, grab him by the shoulders and crash their lips together with such strength he would have tripped down if the boy hadn’t pulled him in a secure embrace.

He lets out a surprised gasp as Anakin presses a million kisses against his mouth, frantic and out of breath.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Forgive me. I don't want to let you leave like this. Please-”

He’s shaking so bad Obi-Wan has to gently slip his arms out of his grip to cup his face between his hands. He doesn't even think before speaking.

“I forgive you.” Of course he does. In spite of everything, Anakin will always stay his sweetest weakness.

He doesn't have time to elaborate because Anakin is once again chasing after his mouth, and Obi-Wan never really learned how to deny him anything. He kisses him back, grabbing the curls at the base of his skull and pulling him closer. Anakin's arms move to tighten around his waist until there’s no space left between them. Until there’s only closeness and comfort and the maelstrom of unsaid things hanging above their heads.

Anakin kisses him like it’s the last time, with the ardor of a man in love - or in despair. He holds him like he never wants to let him go, and Obi-Wan believes that’s probably the case. For a while he lets himself be held, be loved and comforted. It eases something in his chest, to know that Anakin decided to overcome his pride because he couldn't bear the idea of letting him leave like that. To hear him apologize. Their relationship is not easy and never was, but they're slowly getting there.

“I have to go, love.” He eventually murmurs gently against Anakin’s lips. The hold on his waist tightens slightly.

“You come back to me, alright ?”

“Of course.” Obi-Wan softly kisses his brow, fingers resting against the back of his neck.

“In one piece.” Anakin precises, moving slightly to embrace Obi-Wan completely, holding him tight against his chest.

“You’re the one to talk.” Obi-Wan chuckles. He rests his head on Anakin’s shoulder and presses his palm against his heart, allowing himself a tiny minute. “I promise you.”

“You better.” Anakin mutters against his hair. “Or I come pick you up myself, the Council be damned.”

“Oh, I'm sure.” Obi-Wan smiles. He feels lighter. Ready to leave.

He counts another three heartbeats before he pulls away from Anakin’s warmth. His boy looks sad and worried. He gently smoothes the crease between his eyebrows with his thumb and gives him a last, sweet kiss on the lips. There are some cheers behind them, on the ship. He tries to ignore them but the blush spreading on his cheeks betrays him.

“Wait for me, alright ?” He asks with a brush of his fingers against Anakin's jaw.

Anakin nods, taking his hand in his own and bringing it to his mouth where he places a kiss on his knuckles.

“Come back quickly.”

“Will do.” Obi-Wan promises before stepping away and onto the ramp. There are some words stuck in his throat, there, just at the base of his tongue…

He's on the platform of the ship when Anakin's voice rises once more.

“Obi-Wan ?”

Obi-Wan turns to him one last time. The engines are already running, the sound of them filling in the room with a deep noise. Anakin talks quietly but Obi-Wan hears him clear as day, above the engines as well as in their bond.

“I love you.”

Obi-Wan’s heart stutters in his chest.

The ship starts to buzz with the strength of the engines pulling it from the ground. The words are here, so close. They move from the back of his throat to the tip of his tongue.

“So do I.”

And he knows Anakin heard him when the doors close on his smile.

[runesandramblings]

I Just Want You

Word Count: 1400

Pairings: Fili x reader

Warnings: None

Description: Royal wedding plans begin to take their toll, but there's only one thing you require to make the day perfect.

Requested by anon so I don't have a way to tag you I'm sorry! But I hope you enjoy. 😇

“What do you think, nâtha? The lilies or the orchids?” 

You buried your face in your hands. The pounding against your temples, something that had become a familiar sensation as of late, began to worsen as you tried to piece together any coherent sentence. There were only three words that came to mind, the same three words you’d uttered countless times over the past several weeks. 

“I don’t know.” 

The joy of yours and Fili’s engagement had subsided the moment you’d broken the news to your families. With FIli being the crown prince and heir, there was no way Dis and your mother would let it be a simple affair. Invitations had already been sent out to every corner of Middle Earth, and you’d been occupied from sunup to sundown every day with planning. The dress, the flowers, the food… 

You were from a simple merchant family. The pomp and ceremony of royalty made no sense to you. Where you’d grown up, weddings were a simple affair. Most couples in your small village chose to elope rather than go through the bother of an elaborate ceremony. You’d have been more than happy to do the same. However, your mother and future mother in law had both been quick to dismiss the idea. 

“It’s no matter, dear. We have time to decide.” Your mother pulled several small scraps of fabric, ranging from the purest snow white to the creamier shades of ivory. She laid them out against the table and gestured to each. “Which color do you think for the dress? We’ve got to begin sewing soon if it will be ready in time.” 

Before you had the chance to respond, Dis laid out several different styles of gold and silver fabric beside the scraps your mother had laid down. 

“And what of the trim? You’ve got to decide if you prefer gold accents or silver. But I do suppose that would have an effect on the choice of flowers…” She trailed off, lost in her own world of thought. 

You could feel your pulse radiating against your temples as the migraine that had been forming worsened. This was the issue exactly. It wasn’t just selecting a dress. It was selecting a type of fabric, a trim, lace… And that had to coordinate with the flowers or else…

Or else what, exactly? Would the world cease to exist if the flowers and trim didn’t go together? Would Mahal himself descend from the sky if the food and the wine didn’t pair perfectly? 

You looked from where you sat at the head of the long, carved wood table to the opposite end. Fili sat on his own, silently working through a stack of parchments Thorin had given him. He hadn’t been overly involved in the plans, as your mothers had taken over almost immediately. But you’d expressed to him how stressful the process had been, and he’d decided to come sit with you for moral support. He met your gaze and gave you a gentle smile. It sent butterflies through your stomach, as it always did. He was all you needed, truly. You could get married in the same, tattered old dress he’d met you in carrying a bouquet of wildflowers for all you cared. As long as he was there, it was all you required.

“(Y/N)?” 

Your mother’s voice brought you back to the less desirable reality. She and Dis were both staring at you expectantly, the colored swatches of cloth still spread out across the table in front of you. 

“Silver or gold-”

“First, she has to decide on a shade of white. Which shade do you prefer, (Y/N)?” 

“Well it might help to decide on the accent first, then she can pick a white that goes with that.” 

As Dis and your mother began speaking over each other you buried your face in your hands once again. The pounding against your temples became rhythmic, a steady thump that seemed to grow louder and louder as their voices overlapped. You felt as though you might go mad if the pounding and the questions didn't stop soon.

“(Y/N)-” Dis started. 

“I don’t know!” You cried again, finally raising your head to look at the two of them. “I don’t know, okay? And I don’t care. Just pick a color. Whatever you both want.” 

You flung yourself back in the chair, crossing your arms over your chest. It was unlike you to have such an outburst, but you were exhausted. There were too many questions, too many decisions. You’d be more than happy for them to make the choices and just tell you when and where to show up on the day of. 

“And what do you want, amrâlimê?” 

The three of you turned your attention to the end of the table as Fili piped up. He’d laid his parchments to the side. His eyes were not on either of your mothers, but on you. You could see the genuine concern etched in the lines that furrowed between his brows. He knew the planning had begun to take a toll, and now he was able to see the full amount of stress that you were under. 

You felt tears begin to sting the corners of your eyes. 

“I just want you.” You said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. 

Your mothers exchanged shameful glances across the table, finally seeming to realize just how much they’d piled on you at once. FIli’s expression softened as he continued to look at you, his eyes never breaking away to look at anyone else in the room.

“Could you leave us for a moment?” He asked. 

Dis and your mother stood silently, collecting the fabric and other wedding items they’d strewn across the table. You felt Dis place a hand apologetically on your shoulder as she followed your mother from the room. 

Once they’d gone Fili’s smile widened. He extended his hand to you, gesturing for you to come join him at the end of the table. You stood and quickly walked around to where he sat. Once you were within his arm’s reach he grabbed you, pulling you down by your waist and plopping you into his lap. As soon as your legs touched his he stretched his face up to your neck, peppering light kisses up and down your collarbones. You giggled as his mustache braids tickled the exposed skin of your neck, his lips working their way up to plant kisses along your cheeks. He finally found your mouth and pressed his delicately against yours, making it the gentlest and sweetest kiss of them all. 

You felt a contented sigh escape your lips as he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. You rested your chin on top of his head as your fingers began to slowly brush through his hair, careful as always not to disturb his perfectly placed braids. The feeling of his arms wrapped snugly around your waist had already alleviated the nervous pit in your stomach, and you wondered how it could have only been moments ago that you were stressed to the point of breaking down in tears. He was your safe place, your calm within the storm. 

“We don’t have to make it into a spectacle, you know.” He murmured into the collar of your dress. “It can just be the two of us, whenever and wherever you want.” 

“We can’t.” You said, wistfully. If only it were that simple. 

“And who says so?” 

“You’re the prince-”

“To hell with that.” He said, pulling back just enough to look up at you. “Thorin’s already given his blessing for us to skip the whole affair.” 

“But our mothers-”

“To hell with them too.” His expression quickly changed from confidence to one of fear as he looked over his shoulder. “Don’t tell them I said that.” 

You giggled again, pulling him closer to you as he nuzzled his face into your neck once more. 

“Amrâlimê, I will go get Balin right now and have him perform the ceremony in this very room.” He continued. “I don’t need the flowers or the food or the party. I just want you, too.” 

You pulled back again, just enough to look down into his eyes. He was smiling up at you, his eyes sparkling with the same joy as they had the first day you met. He was all you needed, now and forever. 

“I think that sounds absolutely perfect.” You said, brushing back a few loosened strands of his golden hair. “On one condition.”

He looked at you expectantly as you continued. 

“You have to tell our mothers.”

nâtha - daughter

amrâlimê - my love

[st7rnioioss]

౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ arguments with bf!matt headcanons pt. 2

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: fluff, idk??😫 some are kiiind of suggestive, sorry i cant help it

a/n: hello hello, long awaited part 2😛 enjoy😇 i fell asleep btw HELP i’m so sorry i took so long

part 1

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- Wanting to sleep on the couch because you got into an argument? Not happening. Matt is picking you up when he’s sure you’re asleep, gently placing you in your shared bed, pulling you closer (angry cuddles - pt. 1). Even tho you’re still upset with each other, he’s not going to bed without you beside him.

- (suggestive!!) Matt noticed you had gotten jealous because he posted a picture with a past girlfriend. He’d laugh it off at first, laughing at your stern face, pulling you in to kiss you. He quickly made sure to show you how much he loves you. (as in spending the whole night in his room, making sure when you wake up tomorrow you’re sure he’s the only girl he could ever want).

- I can never imagine Matt fighting for real with his girlfriend. I feel like both of you would realise it was built up stress or tiredness and had nothing to do with each other. After yelling for a bit he’d pull you in for a hug, whispering ‘sorry’.

- (suggestive!!) If he’s cocky enough he’d have make-up sex with you. Soft, slow sex, whispering countless times how sorry he is and how much he loves you. He wouldn’t do this all the time as he prefers to talk it out. Getting to understand exactly what you’re feeling and why, and the other way around.

- Taking you on late night drives!! He’d pull you into the passenger seat even tho you protested, driving around town, maybe getting food, talking it out like this. You didn’t protest though, deep down this is one of your favourite ways to spend time with Matt.

- One time you had gotten so upset you left his house to go to your own, even tho you practically lived with the triplets. Friday rolled around, and Thursday night there was no car video recorded yet. Saturday morning you checked your phone, realising they hadn’t posted their Friday video. You got concerned, going to their house to find Nick and Chris in the living room.

‘Is everything alright? I noticed you guys didn’t post anything yesterday.’ you asked as you sat beside Nick, Chris looking up from his phone.

‘Yeah, Matt is fucking miserable. I don’t know, he said you guys got into an argument this Tuesday. He haven’t left bed.’ Chris mumbled, looking back down on his phone.

Immediately you sat up, finding Matt huddled up in his bed. There was dark, the curtains still shut, no light from his phone. You tiptoed closer, realising he was asleep. He looked peaceful, but you couldn’t help but feel guilty.

Your clothes was in Matt’s closet, taking a hoodie and a pair of pyjamas pants to cuddle up against Matt’s back. He must’ve waken up, because he mumbled a low ‘is it you? y/n?’, turning his head.

‘Yeah, it’s me. I’m so so sorry, Matt.’ you smiled apologetically, caressing his cheek with your thumb. His expression softened, leaning in to kiss your lips.

‘God, I’ve missed that.’ he whispered, a smile tugging on his lips before he leaning in again.

- After having an episode like this (literally one time), he’d take you out the next day. You insisted it should be the other way around since you had been in the wrong, but Matt insisted on taking you (in reality he just wanted to be ‘friends again’).

- I CANT STOP MAKING SCENARIOS, BUT FOLLOW ALONG.

‘Matt, you’re annoying. Go away.’ I hissed, pushing Matt away from attempting to kiss me with a hand on his chest. I was keeping my gaze on my phone in front of me. I had moved to the couch after our tiny discussion.

‘Oh, come on. Are you still mad?’ Matt smirked, kind of amused by your reaction. It seemed like nothing to him, but you were pretending to be pissed.

‘You’re not funny. Move, I can’t see my phone.’ I pushed his head away. Matt stood up, looking at me for a second before returning to his room.

After a tiny hour, I felt my eyes getting droopy. It was scrolling mindlessly, my eyes half closed. I decided to stand up as my head was literally tilting to the side.

Almost falling over my own feet, I stumbled into Matt’s room, dropping to my knees onto his bed. ‘Someone changed their mind, hm?’ Matt teased, looking up from his phone.

‘Shut up.’ I mumbled, closing my eyes as my head hit his chest, cuddling up in his covers. I almost instantly fell asleep, the last thing I noticed being Matt turning off the light, pulling me closer with a kiss on the top of my head.

- If Matt had to leave early the next day after an argument, I’m so convinced he’d leave a small note or letter along with a flower (or two) on the kitchen counter

a/n: if you couldn’t tell, i was running out of ideas🤩

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[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event v2024

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[yawujin]

hello pookiebutt hopefully it is a nice lovely day over there 🌞 i was going to request some domestic headcanons with denmark, norway and iceland pleek😇 domestic as in living with them as a couple: how clingy are they, is it comfortable to share a bed with them, what chores do they hate or enjoy, and whatever fun silly extra headcanons you can slap on those blondies! would enjoy dont mind if you include your nsfw headcanons if any feels right to add, its all up to you. thank you in advance and feel free to ignore this if you wouldnt like to write it! sending hugss mwah🌷

thank you for the request 💐 i'm on it!!!

request | domestic living w/ denmark , norway , and iceland

type | domestic , romantic , established relationship , fluff , slight nsfw , gender neutral reader

denmark/matthias køhler ♡

matthias has a slight anxious attachment style. he tries to keep a level head and not ask for reassurance every few minutes though

although when his partner tells them that they love him/glad that they are together, he breathes a silent sigh of relief and holds onto every word

it's pretty comfortable to sleep with matthias. however, on days where he is extremely tired, he'll fall asleep instantly and snore quite loudly. he'll let his partner sleep on his arm the entire night, no matter how numb it becomes!

as for chores and other things to do around the house, matthias loves to organize things in the house just the way he likes them. him and his partner will discuss which decorations would look good, they buy them and decorate accordingly. he usually hates cleaning the bathroom, unless it's a deep cleaning.

matthias has a problem with clothes. sometimes they are just so annoying! during the early mornings and late nights, the dane's partner can get an eyeful of his lean, pale body without all the pesky clothing in the way ;) (sometimes a guy just wants to walk around his space naked #noshame)

norway/lukas bondevik ♡

lukas is super independent while still being doting and thoughtful towards his partner. surprisingly though, he gets slightly more clingy during the winter months...he just wants to hold his partner tight and share body heat

speaking of how independent he is, lukas prefers to sleep seperately. he likes having a space in the house/apartment allll to himself. he is more than okay with having 'sleepovers' where his partner sleeps with him for a night or two <3

surprisingly, lukas hates putting away groceries and doing the laundry. for one, he's lazy and tired after an hour at the grocery store. plain and simple. two, the smell of any detergent, no matter what scent it is, activates his allergies. making him sneeze while he's trying to fold the freshly washed clothes.

since lukas prefers taking morning showers before work, he'll insist his partner joins him. he doesn't like to up the water bill and this is a way to prevent that. lukas and his lover end up having an intimate moment where they kiss, touch and rub all up against each other which leaves them thinking about one another for the rest of the day

iceland/emil steilsson ♡

tries to act like he is not clingy but if his partner asks him if he would like to go with them somewhere, he'll go, no questions asked. he wishes work didn't exist so the both of them could just stay together all the time and spend the whole day in each other's company.

it's really nice sharing a bed with emil, he tends to stay on his side of the bed and it's easy to share the blanket with him. he loves when his partner slides over to his side and cuddles with him until they both fall asleep. the next morning, they'll wake up to platinum blond hair in their face as emil is nestled soundly into their arms

he doesn't mind doing most chores at all! but, if he had to pick; watering his plants would be his most favorite, and vaccuming would be his least. (he hates how loud that machine is)

right before it's time to sleep, emil will be in bed reading a novel or scrolling on his phone. if suddenly he grows bored of doing that, he'll get handsy with his partner, touching parts of their body he knows will provoke them into making him stop by holding him down to the bed...

[myokk]

HIIIIIII this is your secret valentines 🥰. Just wanted to say I’m a massive fan of your work and you helped me get into HL. I’ve been a silent follower for AGES.

anyways- enough of that- what’s some cute things about Seb and My Wife™️’s relationship? Like- going through an M&M bag and only picking out idk green ones bc they’re their partners favourite. Or thinking about them whenever they see a colour.

HELLO SECRET VALENTINE♥️♥️♥️♥️

Omg when I find out who you are…🤭🫶 I CANT BELIEVE I AM PART OF WHAT GOT YOU INTO THIS FANDOM😭😭 I am just a humble girl with no chill..😆♥️♥️♥️

Pretend this is a drawing of you and your wife Eloise🥰🥰 SEBASTIAN WHO????😒

ANYWAYS onto your question🫶🫶

Eloise LOVES reading & she’s gotten Sebastian into reading muggle literature. She always laughs at him though bc before they met he considered himself an avid reader but all he was reading was magical non-fiction😆 (SO BORING🥱 WHERE ARE THE BRUTAL CHARACTER STUDIES…THE ADVENTURE…THE ROMANCE ???????) and now they have CRAZY long discussions on Dumas, Dostoyevsky, Shakespeare. She always loves hearing his perspective bc he considers things in a way she NEVER would♥️ (in happy ending land I consider them to be big patrons of the arts in the future)

He ALWAYS saves a slice of lemon tart (Eloise’s favorite food, which Sebastian figured out just by observation 🤭) if he sees that it during meals🫶 and, another food-related thing: at breakfast they work in tandem, Eloise stirring some honey into her oatmeal as she hands the cinnamon to Sebastian, and he’s always reaching across to grab some cherries for her🫶

The two of them just very quickly found themselves comforted and comfortable in each others’ presence, something that they had never experienced before.

If you’ve read my oneshots that are Eloise but not named (😆) (I’ve expanded a bit on her personality in a way I can’t yet with my angst fic) you know she is VERY quick to be flustered but she HATES IT & never wants to show emotions if she can help it (unless of course she is getting her revenge😇). Sebastian LOVES this part of her though, AND he loves the fact that he’s the only one that can truly get her to open up and see her for who she really is.

Sebastián smells like cinnamon in my own little headcanon & it’s because he’s OBSESSED with it…adds it to his coffee, tea, oats, toast, WHATEVER. So there’s always a faint cinnamon scent clinging to him and his clothes and the smell starts to bring Eloise a lot of comfort once she associates it with him. Before, she wasn’t such a big fan of cinnamon but now?🤞💘🤭

I hope these answers make some sense!! My brain is still kind of mushy but I wanted to try my best and answer well🥹♥️♥️ HOPE YOURE HAVING A GREAT DAY !!!!!!!!

[m-joys]

Bay!Donnie: crush dates someone else

@thequeenofcupps :Hi! I was wondering if I can request bayverse Donatello where he finally manages to have enough courage to ask out reader but because he took to long reader is already dating someone? I want the angstiest angst that you can make 😇 also can it be hc’s?

A/n: saw this rn and had to write it. Lord give me angst♡ this also isn't proof read and English isn't my first language so sorry🙏

Even tho your first interaction with the turtles was quite...harsh to say the least, you just had to accept the four mutants as a new occurrence in your life. Simply knowing of their existence and having the chance to endanger them in any way by them letting you go without a care was too dangerous.

You quickly adapted to them being in your presence, simply seeing them as your friends rather than some mutants. Though in case with Donnie, you seemed to like him a lot more than the rest and not in a friendly way. The same could've been said vice versa, but the purple masked turtle didn't seem to be as sure in his feelings as you are.

It was no secret that you two were particularly close with each other, most of the time when you would come over majority of your time was spent with him in his lab. Talking about random things, him showing you his latest finds and relaxing together were probably your favorite moments of the day and each day the bigger spark between you two was forming.

The thing being, you could never truly figure out his feelings about you. You knew he didn't hate you, that's for sure, but you couldn't help but wonder whether the feelings were mutual or you were just imagining things. With that said, you decided not confess as to not harm the friendship between you two.

Time passed by and you came to the conclusion more and more that he didn't feel the same way about you. Deciding that It's the best to just move on and look for love elsewhere, you cut your time with Donnie short. Still visiting the lair and his lab, but the visits became more infrequent as you have now focused on meeting new people and trying out your luck in dating.

Donnie, of course, notices your sudden change in behavior. How couldn't he? The thing he thinked about the most was you after all, anyone in his vicinity could surely confirm that given that he managed to always bring you up in conversations no matter the topic. To say he was infatuated would be an understatement. This being the first time he ever felt something like this, he wasn't really sure how to act or what to do. He's a teenager after all.

Your visits became less and less frequent, which deeply hurt him even though he wasn't expressing it directly. He couldn't help but think that he was somehow the cause of this and that you started despising him for some reason. Yet, he couldn't just sit still and wonder knowing that that way he would never get the answer he deeply craved and would have to live with his feelings for you never being confessed to, well, you.

Mustering up the courage, he picked the time when he knew you were most likely to be home and visit you to finally let his heart out. The burden of his most beloved person drifting away was too much for him to handle and the only way he could possibly fix it is to talk to you.

Leaping from roof to roof, in his head Donnie was only thinking and connecting sentences to find the best way to say everything he's been thinking about since you two first shared glances. Replaying in his memory some of the times you shared together, only then did he manage to figure out that you probably had a crush on him too. All of the little smiles, discrete touches and obvious favorisem only seemed to make themselves clear right now.

Taking one final jump onto your fire escape and carefully looking around so no one sees him, he wa ready to knock on your window and call out for you.

At first, he thought you weren't home as your bedroom was dark with doors shut and you weren't in there, but he notices the light beams that peeked on the bottom of the door from the living room. Deciding to change position and move from one windows to another, Donnie made a quick way towards the other side of the building.

The urge to knock immediately and call out for you quickly went away when he noticed the commotion in your living room. At first he couldn't exactly tell who was there with you or why, but it seemed to quickly make sense to him once the stranger grabbed you by the waist and left a kiss on your forehead whilst sitting on the couch.

Seeing another person with you didn't hurt him as much as seeing you so happy, the way you were happy when you were with him. At least it used to be him.

A tear couldn't help but fall down his cheek as he realized that all of this could've been prevented if he had thought about confessing sooner. He was the smart one, how couldn't he have figured out long ago that you were in love with him? The same way he still is with you? Right now he couldnt tell if he was sad, disappointed in himself, hopeless or all three of those.

Turning around to make his way back home, he couldnt help but ask himself what if's. If he was a little sooner? If he notices earlier? If he had the courage to tell you right away?

He quickly stopped, realizing that there is no point. You could never be his, and he could never be yours. Maybe thats just the way it's meant to be.

[juuuulez]

i sound rlly weird asking but can u make a part two of the jerk!ng off head cannons for carl 😇😇

literally of course my man ALWAYS deserves to feel good

this is short and sweet, also strayed away from headcanons and did a little bit of a fic….actually loved writing this

NSFW under the cut, all characters depicted are 18+, MDNI.

It was a hot summers day in Alexandria, resulting in a group of teenagers making their way down to a nearby lake, intending on cooling off and having some fun.

Usually, Carl considered himself more… mature than his peers. There was a war actively brewing, and that’s not to mention walkers, so he didn’t see the value in such a meaningless activity.

Yet, you’d convinced him to come.

“Please, Carl. It’ll be fun!” You’d pleaded, “What else were you gonna do all day? Read comics?”

At the time, he’d protested, made some excuse that he was helping his father. But he wasn’t, and you were right.

So here he was, sitting on one of the large rocks lining the lake, flannel still cast over his shoulders.

The few other teens, yourself included, were enjoying the cool reprieve from the heat. Splashing around, throwing handfuls of sand at each other.

Carl was trying his hardest not to look at you.

Now, he’d never actually seen.. so much of a woman before. Sans those lewd comics, but this was different.

Your bikini was tiny, spaghetti straps wrapping over your shoulders, little triangle cups covering a portion of your breasts. Though the bottoms didn’t match, they were equally small, riding up your ass cheeks and showing a sliver of your inner thighs.

“Carl! Come in!” You’re suddenly calling out to him, which immediately draws his gaze. There’s no avoiding it as you tread closer, propping your elbows up onto the rock that he’s sitting on.

It only squeezes your breasts together, presented nicely in the frame of your arms. Sitting there, waiting.

He forces himself to maintain eye contact, not wanting you to pick up on his obvious disarray. The flush of his cheeks, or the way he squirms a little under the attention. “No, I’m alright.” He excuses.

But you won’t accept this, your grin widening as you hoist yourself onto the rock, coming to sit next to him. “C’mon, you’ve gotta chill out a bit, sometime. Taking a quick dip in the lake isn’t gonna hurt anyone.”

As you speak, your wet skin brushes against his flannel, the contact only worsening the flood of emotions that Carl is experiencing. It’s too much, too quickly, the presence of a pretty, dripping wet, girl is too much to handle.

The sun shines down through the trees, reflecting off your water-coated skin and hair, making it shine. Little droplets slip down your curves, and his eyes fall to one in particular, travelling down the open valley of your breasts.

“I’m going to check the perimeter.” Carl quickly says, swiftly standing up and turning away from you, not wanting to spare another glance at your body. It’s too tempting. That, and a shameful blush makes it’s way to his cheeks, his own body reacting to the contact in a way he’d rather you not realise.

He trudges past the treeline, out into the expanse of forest that circles the lake. It’s not too far off from Alexandria, in fact, he can just see the walls from this distance.

Carl wants to stay, he really does. Anything to put that smile on your face, where you’d say his name in that happy tone, completely enamoured by the smallest thing.

But he’s got a problem to deal with.

He leans against a tree, the thin flannel acting as a barrier between his back and the bark. There’s an obvious tent in his swimmers, poorly hidden due to the loose material.

“Fuck..” Carl curses under his breath, a little annoyed that he even has to do this. It doesn’t feel leisurely, but a chore, an irritating burden that needs to be solved before he can go have fun with everybody else.

So he takes another look around, making sure the area is clear before snaking his hand underneath the waistband, letting his fist wrap around his half-hard cock. A few strokes brings it to its full length, already hot and throbbing, where he can pull it free.

This isn’t the time to draw it out, so Carl clamps one hand over his mouth, the other working feverently to jerk himself off, as quickly as possible.

Yet, he can’t help but fall into a pleasurable rhythm, eye falling closed as he savours the feeling. His mind wanders, curious as to what you’d think of him now, doing something so lewd with no privacy.

It causes embarrassment to well in his gut, but it only fuels his desire, squeezing his hand a little tighter around his length, thumb collecting the precum from the tip only to spread it back down.

Each time his mind lingers too long on you, in that tiny bikini, he can practically feel it oozing out of him. Desperation floods his veins, now more focused on cumming, a reality that isn’t far away now that his brain is filled with images of you, on your knees before him.

What would your mouth feel like? Your hands? Would you take it slow, drag it out, or were you more of a quickie person?

Eventually Carl’s mind lands on you with your mouth open, plump lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. He similarly stimulates the swollen head, groaning into the back of his hand as he finally shoots his load onto the forest floor.

The pleasure begins to subside, ebb away, but the embarrassment stays. Though he takes a moment to compose himself, try and regain his footing, when Carl finally comes back to the lake, it’s quite obvious the boy is in some state.

There’s tree bark in his hair.

You smile, finally coaxing Carl into the water. He still doesn’t look at you, all embarrassed and flushed. This time, you make a point to lean as close as possible, to stroke your hand up his arm, let your thighs touch under the water.

How long will he last this time?

[balrogballs]

Esteemed Balls,

I really want to start reading the Silmarillion in earnest (mainly so I can read and have lore-context your post-colonial AU fic because your writing is IMPECCABLE) but it genuinely terrifies me every time I open the book because the words are small and my head spins with each new character introduction. This is a rather odd question, but do you happen to have any tips for getting through it without completely getting lost, or is it just one of those books that you have to stumble through blindly the first time and then reread until it makes sense? I would listen to the Andy Serkis audiobook but alas, I cannot afford.

Anyways, I love your blog, and it is very entertaining because I never know if I'll be met with heart-shattering literature or the most unhinged glorious thing ever. I hope you have a wonderful day :D

🥺 THANK YOU SO MUCH THAT’S V V KIND 🥺

I’m delighted that my silly little brainrot AU has contributed to you wanting to read the Silm (and if JRRT is listening from heaven, this has to go at least partway to atone for my many Elrondfucking Sins and also for making up the elf poop quote and attributing it to you).

With the Silmarillion, I totally get what you mean! I read it for the first time and spent way too long thinking Celegorm and poor Celeborn, bless his soul, were the same person and that Galadriel was just… an extra-forgiving person… what I did is pick a couple of blorbos to hyperfixate on and let my incredibly demonic curiosity crash through the whole thing just to find out what happened to them. I also remember making a lot of family trees but that’s potentially less helpful and more me liking to draw family trees…

Check out this primer from Reactor and this site might help with family trees — Tea with Tolkien also has this reading guide ✨ If you prefer YouTube stuff or podcasts, I know there’s a couple, even though I’m not too sure of their names (people feel free to comment), that take a relaxed/funny route through the read as well.

And thank you so much once again for your v kind words, I am v v flattered… the poco AU i think works well enough without context because of the setting being so removed, but WITH context i have been told it turns from “sweetly melancholic” to “i will be going to balls’ house and beating her with a plank like comrade maedhros does to anyone who mildly annoys him” 😇

[newkatzkafe2023]

@lara-legomonkiekid

What if Y/N was like Jax from tadc!

(Lmk Wukong) Wukong thought that he was the king of pranks That was untill he met you. Your a rather Unusual looking rabbit demon. You're smiling constantly and you at wearing pink overalls. Not to mention it seems you are have very full curves. Look relatively harmless until Showed everyone that you're not. He was the main target of your pranks. Whether it be the candy apple that was actually an onion trick or the cookies filled with toothpaste, He was not pleased with what you do. And the final straw was that you once put a family of spiders in mk's bed. Then he went to confront you and before he could scold you. For your actions, you were like it's about time You came to see me. I was wondering win the king was gonna give little me some attention. Ok now Wukong is perplexed You mean to tell him that the reason you are doing? All this is because you want his attention. You couldn't just went up and talked to him. You finally responded with well. Where's the fun in that. This is the beginning of a rather interesting relationship.

(NR Wukong) Okay would you believe me if I said this all started with a bowling ball. You were over hear dropping balling balls on random demons and unfortunately that ended up being him. You quickly saw that that was the monkey king himself and boy did you run Like your life depended on it. The next day this dude somehow found you, He demanded to know why you hit him with a bowling ball effort. She was trying gonna play dumb to it. But it looks like he means business so you just told them that He wasn't your target. The exchange gets heated and he finally says that I hope You know that this means war. Oh he came to challenge you to a prank war Game on hot old man monkey.

(MK Reborn Wukong) You are the bain of this monkey's existence. This rabbit demon has been messing with him and his group for weeks. Fun fact you once Wrote the word nerd On master tang forehead. You put spicy peppers in pigsy's soup and feed a lemon to fruity. Yeah you are freaking menace and your relationship was a lot like tom and jerry. This man was always yelling and trying to fight you. But you would always quickly escape with your infinite stamina. This goes on for far too long to the point where master Tang decided, To just bring you along the journey to enlightenment and You told him that the only reason you're accepting is because of the hot Angry monkey who always tried to chase you. The look on his face was priceless

(HIB Wukong) You make this man so tired you are just to full of energy for him. And he tends to brush off your pranks. As little inconveniences which annoys you alot. You guys me On his travels to Hun Dun. You of course was flirting with him a little bit before offering your hand To introduce yourself with he did want to shake it he got shocked. You explained to him that you picked up static before making contact with him. He already knows that this is going to be a long day

(Netflix Wukong) Oh how you have made the world's most hilarious enemy. This guy would engage with a prank war with you with no problem. Weeks of onslaught pranks on each other, while sometimes getting people caught in the crossfire was quite thrilling. You guys decided to take a break and actually Talk to each other and found that. You guys have a lot more in common than you think. Not to mention he's quite cute to you. I guess you can always see what this adventure would take you two.

Feel Free to Reblog😇👍

[pepperycar]

Hey there, my friend! I just wanted to let you know how much I love your stories 😄💖 I know I have yet a few to read and I will as soon as I can, but I can never forget how invested I was in "Cold place, warm hearts" when you started posting it and I'm still so honored I partly inspired it!! 🥹🥹 I think you've grown a lot as a writer and I couldn't be happier that our love for the Mario franchise and our passion to put the brothers in situations (😇) has brought us together! 💖💖

I'm so honored that you gifted me "Failed him?" on AO3 and I really enjoyed reading it recently 🥰 As well as "Sharp teeth with a big heart" which made me laugh and melted my heart at the same time 🥹🥹 The way you write the brothers is so pure, and I love seeing them listening to each other's heartbeat to comfort each other and let them know they're alive and well and right there ❤️💚

Still, if I had to pick just one of your stories as my most favorite, that one has to be "The best power-up". How incredibly sweet and adorable it was!! 🥹🥹 You really have a gift for making me giggle with your stories and making me incredibly emotional the very next second, in most cases even crying 😭💖 Please keep up the good work, my friend!! 👏👏

And of course, I'm so incredibly grateful for your support in my stories, and I hope you know I dearly treasure the beautiful pieces you've made inspired by them!! It's seriously such an honor that my writing can be so inspiring to you 🥹🥹 I'm so blessed!! Thank you so much, and also for being there in my hardest times, dear friend 🫂💖

Whhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!?!

I leave Tumblr for a few days and come back to this?! A heap of kindness dumped onto me?!?! What did I do to deserve this?!?! 😭🥹😭🥹

You’re gonna make me cry and melt into a puddle! Your stories already do that! 😂

You love my stories?! The hell is wrong with you?! /jk 🤣 and awwww don’t worry, read them at your own pace, or not at all because I can’t write. 😅

You actually liked “Cold place, warm hearts”?! My heart just melted! And of course, you inspire most of my stuff along with your big sisters @vulpixfairy1985 work. And I’m so happy you think my writing gotten better! I hope I can get to a point where I can write as good as you every time! And yes, we must put the brothers through trauma, it’s how they work now, Brothership made it cannon! 🤣

Awwww I’m happy you enjoyed “Failed him”, that’s a huge compliment since chapter 9 is a rewrite of my first ever fic. And I’m glad you enjoyed “sharp teeth with a big heart” and- sorry for making you cry? 😅

The whole “bros listening to and feeling each other’s heartbeats was actually inspired by chapter 9 of Vulpixfairy’s “hurt by fire, heal by fire” and chapter 2 of your “anything for him” story! These bro’s would die for each other I just- I can’t!!

“The best power-up” is your favourite? Awwwwwwww thank you so much! I’ve been meaning to work on the sequel to that for awhile. Should probably get back to that. 😅 also you laugh and cry at my writing?! 😭😭😭😭😭😭

🥹🥹

You see me as a friend?! 😭😭😭😭🥹😭😭😭😭 my heart is a big puddle on the floor!

And of course, your stories already deserve all the praise! They’re Sooooooooooo good! Of course I’d get inspired by them! 🥰🥰

And awww, you’re welcome. I hope I can help you with hard times whenever you need it!

I am truly blessed to know you. I’m gonna go melt into a puddle now. 🤗🫠