#sorry it took me so long to respond to this

[xylusbible]

canonically obsessed loser caleb x afab reader

💫 word count: 1.8k

💫 content warning: 18+ MDNI, pwp, smut, cunnilingus, strength kink, caleb’s big muscly arms (BARK!)

💫 xybb notes: hihi ! i wrote this at 2am specifically because of caleb’s dialogue after massaging his shoulder or arm in interaction mode - “(talking about his arms or shoulders) they can bare more weight than you’d think” idk if it was an innuendo, but i sure took it as one ! hope you enjoy :3 (also i’m very gay and usually write queer pairing ships, so i haven’t written hetero smut in YEARS so bare with me. if this is horrible i’m so sorry ;-;)

[orange & mdni dividers by @cafekitsune), moon divider by @enchanthings, caleb banner by me]

caleb seems to have some sort of obsession with holding you in his arms. any chance he gets, he has his hands around your waist, tugging you closer, or pulling you into his lap to cuddle you close while you’re watching a movie together. and at the end of the movie when you inevitably fall asleep as usual, he loves getting to pick you up princess style and carry you to bed.

another thing he seems to have an obsession with is your legs and specifically, your thighs. he loves to hold them in is hands, massage them over his lap, have them wrapped around his head..

you don’t mind any of it one bit, because if there’s one thing you seem to have an obsession with, it’s caleb’s arms. he works out almost every day and weight training is a part of his regular routine. you love to ogle the slight veins that bulge out around his biceps and hold onto them whenever you get the chance.

today, he comes back from the gym while you’re in the kitchen eating a snack. he drops his gym bag on the floor by the front door, before making his way over to you. he wraps his arms around your waist from behind and pulls you towards his chest, before leaning down to kiss your temple.

“welcome back, colonel,” you tease as you set down your food to hold his arms around you.

“hey there, pipsqueak. get up to anything interesting while i was gone?” he asks in return, a soft smile on his face.

you shake your head. “nothing interesting. just watched some tv and made a snack.” he hums in acknowledgement.

you move to turn around in his arms so that you’re facing him, and take the chance to place your hands on his slightly swollen biceps.

“how was your workout?” you ask as you run your fingers along a vein near the inside of his right elbow. he lets out a soft laugh at your obvious admiration.

“good as usual. i’m sure you can tell, but i worked on arms today,” he says with a slight smirk.

“i could definitely tell,” you say with pursed lips, as you squeeze at his arms a little.

“how much is it that you can bench press again?” you ask cheekily.

“275,” he says proudly, flexing slightly under the light touch of your fingers. you hum happily in approval.

“that’s why you love to lift me up as if i’m as light a feather,” you say, biting your bottom lip a bit as you look up at him. he nods and tightens his grip on your waist a bit.

“it gets easier every time. wanna see?” he asks. before you can respond, he’s moving his hands down to your thighs and lifting you up quickly, easily. you let out a small yelp of surprise as he places you legs over his shoulders, and walks you both over to the nearest wall.

“caleb!” you scold, not loving the height that he’s holding you up to. thank the gods you have high ceilings in your apartment. but even though you’re annoyed, you can’t help but be a bit turned on by how easy it was for him to place you in this position. these days, lifting you up was a regular occurrence for him, and you never had too many complaints about it.

he smiles up at you from between your legs.

“see?” he says. you’re only wearing a long t-shirt and underwear, so as he says it, you can feel the slight wind of his breath on your inner thighs and you can’t help but squirm a bit in his hold. luckily, his hold on you stays firm and confident.

“okay i get it, you’re so cool and strong, babe. now please, let me down,” you say.

“i would, but you just look so good from this angle, pipsqueak,” he says.

you blush, knowing that he’s not seeing much but the lining of your underwear.

“you can see me from this angle closer to the ground,” you whine. he laughs, sending a slight shiver up your body as his breath tickles your thighs again. he finally decides to give you some mercy and walks back over to the kitchen, so he can set you down on the counter.

you sigh in relief and move to slide off the counter, but caleb stops you with his hands.

“ah, ah, ah.. i moved you closer to the ground, but i wasn’t finished enjoying the view,” he says before getting down on his knees in front of you, his hands moving from your waist to your thighs. he moves to spread them apart, and you let out a shaky breath.

“i could see the wetness starting to seep through your panties, love,” he says, and you let out a small groan of embarrassment. he chuckles softly before holding eye contact with you as he moves his face forward and starts to lightly kiss at your thighs.

you let out a quiet gasp as his thumbs dig in a little deeper into your skin.

“you had your snack.. can i have mine?” he asks with a teasing smile. you roll your eyes at the stupid joke, but nod anyways, knowing you’d never turn the opportunity down.

“nice,” he says, like a complete loser before he moves his hands up again to place on the waistband of your underwear. you lift your hips up slightly so he’s able to tug them down and off. once they’re tossed over his shoulder, he moves back in between your legs, moving his hands back to your thighs and hooking them over his shoulders once again as he places his head right in front of your cunt.

he waits for a few seconds, as if he’s committing the view to memory (like he hasn’t seen it hundreds of times now..) and you hold your breath in anticipation before he finally moves his face forward to kiss at your lips. you let out a harsher gasp this time, moving your hand to thread in his hair.

“i haven’t even done anything yet, and you’re already this reactive,” he teases. you tighten your hand in his hair in annoyance and he lets out a huff of a laugh before finally diving in completely, kissing at your clit this time. you let out a moan easily, relieved to feel the full pressure of his lips up against you. he uses his tongue to lick a path from your hole back to your clit and you tilt your head back at the feeling.

(caleb’s always been good at giving head, considering he seems to enjoy it just as much or sometimes even more than you do.)

he starts to eat you out with pure vigor, licking at your clit like an overeager dog, before circling his tongue around and inside your hole. you moan loudly, happy to be devoured by the man you love the most. he takes his time with you, rubbing circles into your thighs with his thumbs and plunging his tongue into you as far as he can go.

he eventually uses his evol to move your back down onto the counter so he can pull your hips forward and get even deeper. you clench his hair in your fist and let out a wail, breathing out harshly as he takes you apart piece by piece. he spreads you open wider and moves one hand from your thigh to where his mouth is, gathering some of your slick with his middle and ring finger before moving his tongue back up to your clit and plunging his two fingers into you easily. you thrash in his hold.

“oh my god.. caleb!” you moan out loudly, not able to control the volume of your voice when you’re feeling this good.

he flexes his tongue to make it firmer as he uses the tip to flit back and forth over your clit while he scissors his thick, long fingers inside of you. you shake in his grip, moaning in staccato as you’re not able to handle the influx of pleasure.

“fuck caleb, please” you moan out, not even sure what you’re begging for.

he moves his face back a bit but continues using his fingers.

“what are you begging for, princess? aren’t i already giving you everything?” he asks mockingly.

you whine out.

“w-wanna cum, caleb, please,” you moan out helplessly.

“you sure? it hasn’t been that long.. you know i could do this for hours,” he teases.

“please, caleb, please,” you beg as he curls his fingers upward to stroke along your g-spot. you choke on air at the feeling.

“okay fine, since you’re asking so nicely,” he says, before moving his face forward once again.

he gives it his absolute all this time. not willing to stop till you reach your climax like you asked. instead of just licking and tonguing at your clit, he sucks. slurps like it’s his favorite meal, like you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted.

tears well up in your eyes as you get closer to your climax. you can’t help but repeat his name over and over again like an omen, and it only fuels him to work harder. the grip he has on your thigh is bruising as he thrusts his fingers into you faster, while absolutely devouring your clit.

your voice gets softer and softer, barely being able to speak anymore as you reach your peak. he presses the tips of his fingers against your g-spot firmly one more time before you’re letting out a strained scream as you cum hard. his pace slows as he continues to stoke and lick you through it, until your thrashing and squirming away from his hold from overstimulation. he gets the hint after a minute and slowly slides his now soaked fingers out of you, and lays one last kiss on your clit before pulling back completely. he stands up from the ground and smiles at the sight of you—a limp puddle on the counter, panting heavily. you look up at him and make eye contact right as he lifts his 2 fingers to his mouth, and sucks your slick off of them before bringing them back out of his mouth with a pop! and using the back of his hand to wipe off his mouth.

“delicious, thanks for the meal,” he says cheekily, wiping his hand on his shirt.

you groan in annoyance. (because seriously, how can someone this hot be such a loser?)

[slutoru1207]

Variants!Invincible x Variants!Reader imagine

just a short fun imagine

The battlefield was already a mess before they showed up.

Mark barely had time to react before he heard the rip of dimensions being torn open, followed by an ungodly amount of shouting. He turned just in time to see not one, not two, but an entire squadron of himself stumbling through glowing portals, their expressions ranging from confused to deeply irritated.

“Oh, hell no,” Mark muttered. “Not this again.”

And then, because the universe hated him, the next portal opened—

And they arrived.

All of them. So many versions of you.

Mark’s stomach dropped as he locked eyes with his you, who was watching with wide, amused eyes. Then she turned to him, smiling so sweetly that he knew she was about to enjoy every second of this train wreck.

“This is gonna be so good,” she whispered gleefully.

Before he could respond, one of the Invincible variants groaned. “Oh, great. You’re here, too?”

One of the Reader variants put a hand over her heart, gasping dramatically. “Babe, don’t act like you’re not thrilled to see me.”

“I’d rather take a beating from Omni-Man.”

“Oh, honey.” She stepped closer, tilting her head. “That’s exactly what happened last time, and who was the one patching you up and kissing you better?”

Mark—original Mark—choked on air.

One of the other Invincible variants groaned, rubbing his temples. “Can we not do this right now?”

A different Reader variant scoffed. “Oh, I’m sorry, are we interrupting your little multiversal tantrum?” She waved a hand at the destroyed city behind them. “Because it really looks like you guys are making a mess.”

“Yeah, babe, not a great look,” another Reader chimed in, hands on her hips as she eyed her Mark up and down. “Honestly, I expected better.”

“Wait, you’re disappointed in me?” her Mark shot back incredulously.

“I love you, but also? Get your shit together.”

Mark buried his face in his hands. “I hate this. I hate all of this.”

Meanwhile, his reader was laughing herself sick.

—

The Guardians of the Globe arrived twenty minutes later and immediately regretted it.

“Uh,” Rex whispered, elbowing Eve. “Are we sure we need to be here?”

Eve was staring at the massive group of Invincibles, all arguing with their respective Readers. “I… I don’t know.”

“You think if we just, like… back away slowly, they won’t notice?”

Before Eve could answer, one of the Reader variants sprinted past them, leaped onto an Invincible’s back, and bit his ear.

“YOU LITTLE—” That Mark immediately started spinning in the air to try and shake her off, but she held on like a demon.

“Oh my God,” Eve whispered. “They’re feral.”

Rex looked at Original Mark, who was standing off to the side, looking like he wanted to die. “Dude. What is happening?”

Mark just let out a long sigh. “I don’t know, man. I just don’t know.”

—

After an entire hour of fighting, flirting, and general multiversal nonsense, they finally managed to somewhat settle down.

Which only meant that the chaos took a different form.

“Okay, okay,” one of the Invincibles—who wore a black suit instead of Mark’s usual yellow—leaned forward. “Hypothetically speaking—”

“No,” Original Mark said immediately.

Black-Suit Mark ignored him. “If one of us dated a Reader from a different universe—”

“NO.”

“—would it be cheating, or just dating the same person?”

Original Mark groaned. “What is wrong with you?!”

One of the Reader variants smirked. “I think it depends.”

“Don’t encourage this,” Mark pleaded.

Black-Suit Mark grinned. “I like this version of you.”

“Oh, I bet you do,” his Reader counterpart shot back, winking.

Across the room, another Invincible sighed deeply. “God, this is why I never date.”

His Reader rolled her eyes. “Oh please, you love me.”

“No, I tolerate you.”

She just beamed. “That’s practically a love confession coming from you.”

Original Mark stared at the sheer disaster in front of him and turned to his Reader with a desperate look. “This is my hell.”

She just smiled sweetly, kissed his cheek, and whispered, “You love me.”

Mark groaned, dropping his head onto her shoulder. “I do. And that’s the worst part.”

And with that, the multiversal chaos continued.

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I would die for curse user! Nanami

pining for curse user!nanami after he's shunned from sorcery... gimmethat :((((

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you wonder if your friends can see the unease in your face. they're all laughing around you, smoking, drinking and being... friends. it's hard to pull yourself together enough to be here, but you try. they deserve the best, most social part of you.

but its so fucked because he's supposed to be here. nanami wasn't supposed to have run away like he did. and... it's all he did. he ran away in the middle of the night -- took his blade, left his clothes, and disappeared. in the wake, rumors spread like wildfire, your peers saying things like he finally snapped or he just moved to a different country. suguru suggested malaysia -- everyone called him an idiot.

since the night he left, he's been messaging you on an unknown number. little things like;

good morning. miss you.

or

still thinking about you. hello?

tonight it was:

in the city just for a night. i can't meet you on campus.

that's the message you glance down at as shoko hands her smoke over to you. you're left staring at the dimmed screen for a second, and all the attention falls off of satoru's stupid mission story and onto your awkward figure.

"you're good, right?"

no, you're not good -- you want to tell satoru. you want to see their face as you tell them nanami's been in constant contact. you wonder how they'd react. you wonder if they'd react.

as you open your mouth to respond, shoko taps into your side. "hey, you want my wrist to go limp, here?"

the five of you do this every other friday - get drinks and insane plates piled high with sushi at your favorite restaurant, and catch up. it's been easier to do it this way since graduating - most of you stayed on campus, but the few who didn't, you and suguru, didn't show up much at all.

"sorry." you pull a tight-lipped smile, taking it from her hands. she steps out of conversation for a moment, mentioning to haibara how 'if he doesn't take any missions, he won't make any money' or something of the sort. you weren't really listening.

nanami... all you can think about is nanami

nanami. nanaminanaminanaminanami....

"hey- you'll get ash in the food, come on,"

"this is like... the eighth time you disassociated tonight -- what is wrong?"

you don't tell them the truth. instead, you run away.

away from your loving, prying friends and into the arms of your empty apartment and the promise of your nanami. it was so cruel - this hold he has on you. everyone tells you he's a coward, or too unfit to handle his emotions. even the ones he loved just shrug him off, now.

but, not you. never you.

not even when he shows up at the apartment door you guided him to with a grey hoodie over his head.

"i don't expect you to understand." is the first thing he says to you in over a year. "but I would like to explain..."

"ke-kento..."

"let me in, please." then, he looks up at you and through the darkness you can see the small, smoldering fires in his eyes. they were always there, but brighter with age and angst. it's so hard not to cry.

"c'mon."

you're turned around, closing the door when his hands ball into fists at his side. you two's whirlwind high-school romance was long gone, now. all that's left standing in this tiny apartment is a shell of who once loved another.

"then, explain."

so, he wastes no time. if nanami was one thing, it was straight to the point. "I despise watching this society treat my friends as curse bait. none of us chose this."

"but, it's our duty-

"no. it's not." he finally pulls off his hood, still unable to look at you, but all you can look at is him. "our duty is to be human. to work until the day we die, yeah, but not die from our work." he's monotone and familiar, finally meeting your gaze so you can see all of him. shamelessly, you reach to flick the light switch on.

he cut his hair.

"I don't want to be a villain."

you don't even care that he's watching you comb over his body with your eyes. it seems as if this time out of sorcery aged him, but never in a bad way. short hair, mean eyes, strong jawline, and broad shoulders - all of it was new for you, but all of it is nanami.

all you can think to do is shake your head. it's something - some kind of answer.

"and i hope you don't see me as changed... i'm still yours." he gets shy just like he always did, drifting off in volume as he licks your romantic ego.

every cell in your body is screaming to let him in. the want is clawing at your morals, peddling over all of the grief and sorrow and confusion nanami's leaving caused you all. it was so sudden, and he was one of the strongest.

it feels wrong to admit just how healthier he feels when you finally hug him again. there are muscles under your fingertips -- hardened skin and bone you have to dig into to feel the familiarity. you're breathing in his city-tinged, warm colongned musk, breath shuddering and breaking all over his shoulder. he touches you, too. just above your hips, lightly, like he's wary of scaring you off.

a year isn't too long, but it's just long enough for kento to feel unsure about himself.

it didn't matter if he was a dead-man walking, sentenced to execution by a society he once treasured. there's something about you that makes him want to risk it all.

so, he does - elbow-deep in your sweet spirit.

[xaer1s]

ㅤㅤ ───​ pay the price ⸝⸝

[ 박성화 ] ─── COLLEGE AU!PARK SEONGHWA​ x FEM!READERㅤ·ㅤSYNOPSIS it started as a regular study session, where he studied and you didn’t, except it ended with being kicked out of the libraryㅤ·ㅤWORD COUNT 2.7kㅤ·ㅤWARNINGS nsfw!!, oral (m receiving), dom!hwa, est. relationship, pet names, hwa is mean, voyeurism (and yeah they’re caught. in the library), dirty talk, cursing, cum eating, fingering, hwa is a pusher!!, hwa is kinda using reader, not really proofread, lmk if missed anything & sorry for possible mistakes!! / ARCHiVE

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You sat in the library, yet again, hunched over a really thick science book. The lines and words blur together, making it difficult to even keep your eyes open. You rested your head in your palms to prevent it from slumping onto the wooden table with a loud bang. A frustrated sigh escaped your lips as your feet bounced up and down, shaking the table vigorously without you realizing it.

As the warm sun dipped below the horizon, the small corner where you had retreated became undeniably uncomfortable. Your head spun from all the information you were eager to absorb in just a few hours, leaving your tired brain overwhelmed.

In any other setting, you would’ve found it endearing and beautiful to just gaze out the window at sunset, having its rays warm up your face and skin, coating you too in the gentle goldish color. Instead, squirming on a worn-out padded chair that was probably as old as you, your back aching and eyes burning while you scanned the pages.

Your index and thumb fingers fidgeted with the corner of the book, wishing deep in your heart you could just rip it straight out, crumple it up, and have it land in the trash bin. With great effort, you managed to turn the page instead, thinking twice if you really wanted to continue for the day or rest with the possibility of the failing your test.

Seonghwa, on the other hand unfortunately for you was nearing the end of his patience.

You both agreed on a small, shared study session, agreeing to help you out at the price of just enjoying your company while going through books. Your boyfriend sent frustrated glares and glances towards you which flew over your head like air.

“You should’ve said no.” His nose is buried in the books, not even sparing a single glance at you. When you don’t answer because the confusion blocks your brain, he continues, “To come with me to the library. Especially if you’re not gonna do anything useful.” Seonghwa placed his chin on his palm, his eyes judging you as one of his eyebrows arched up.

“You’re on the page you were like.. 23 minutes ago.” He said matter of factly and you were indeed.

“Yeah, because you said you’d help.” You quibbled further. “And I’m currently, waiting for that, help, Seonghwa.” He responded with a long, drawn-out "oh," clearly laced with sarcasm.

“Let’s see it then,” he said suddenly, a determined glint in his eye. He quickly adjusted his soft silver hair, tucking it behind his ear before encroaching on your personal space.

His gentle lashes fluttered prettily, seeming almost majestic under the rough white lamps. Deep brown orbs shone as he caught up on your topic, for the sake of tutoring you.

Out of the blue, his gentle voice called out, so caring and soothing but with a certain firmness. “You’re staring, sweetheart.” Two long fingers grazed the side of your face, barely even touching when a sudden sharp feeling of discomfort shot through you.

As his fingers grazed the side of your face in a fleeting touch, a sharp discomfort jolted through you as he playfully pinched your plush cheeks, tugging your head slightly to the side. A groan escaped your lips and your eyes snapped shut.

“What a shame that those beautiful orbs are not staring at the sheets.” A small peck soothed the stinging red spot on your skin, his hand straying over you in a faint caress. “Should we search for another book to keep my baby’s interest up, hm?”

And that did the work for you to follow him. Giving him the faintest attitude was quickly melted away every time tenderness crept into his tone. Practicing the greatest patience in your company was a challenge but with devotion, he learned how to control you just the right way.

Your eyes brushed over the titled edge of the books, but in reality, they did not show care even for the descriptions. Getting to the end of the scientific section at an incredibly fast pace. You rushed forward while the boy just sauntered behind you, pocketing his hands.

He was paying attention to you, knowing you couldn’t care less about finding a better book to study from.

“Nothing much here…” you mused, feigning a disappointed sigh. But in truth, you couldn’t be happier—this meant you might finally escape the confines of your study session, right?

However, the moment you turned your head to leave, you were met with dark eyes locking onto yours, the warmth of his breath fanning against your skin, igniting a blush that crept up your cheeks. Startled, you jumped slightly before quickly recomposing yourself, a faint chuckle escaping your lips in an attempt to mask the sudden rush of emotions.

“What?

“Keep this nonchalant attitude up and you’re walking out on that door..” He paused, nodding towards the brown, wooden exit door at the other side all while keeping the stern eye contact. “With your throat fucked raw.”

He wasn’t shy about his words apparently since there wasn’t a soul near you so what could even hold back his filthy tongue?

“I didn’t work for shit. For you to laze your ass around after I lectured you, hm?” Seonghwa asked with a small tilt of his head, just when you were about to pat him on the shoulder for his great pun and let out a good cackle together. “Now knock your sense into your small brain.. or I will.” He warns. “But there won’t be much thanks in it.”

This side of him is rare for to let it seep through his always collected, warm, and charming façade. You just stared into his eyes dumbly for a long enough period for you to feel his words sink in and their seriousness this time.

A nervous laugh made itself out of you, your attention darting around behind him -anything- to avoid his staring. The atmosphere felt intimidating now but mostly embarrassing, he didn’t do anything to force you to look at him, knowing you’d have to do it yourself in the end.

“You think I’m joking, do you?”

“Joking- haha… You’re not?..” the small, forced giggle halted down into an embarrassing silence, you sucked a breath through your teeth to ground yourself with a nod. “I knew that.”

“You did, my sweet, sweet smart girl?..” The outside voices faded away when he put a hand on top of your head, rubbing your hair just a bit to ruffle it before letting it rest on the back of your neck, urging you to close the remaining gap by yourself.

“Just like any sane person.. I charge for my services, too.” Added against your lips, breathing the same air, he pulled you into a rough kiss. His tongue darted out to lick at the seam of your mouth demanding entry which you gladly provided not showing an ounce of resistance.

“So be good and work hard for those grades, just like I work to tutor you.” By placing pressing on your shoulders with his arms, your knees buckled to the floor.

Little to no use with your resistance, there you were, kneeling right in front of his bulging crotch. “Hwa-”

“Shh.. do you see that?” He questioned, cooing while his own eyes took a look at his straining erection. “Yeah, that’s what you’ll take care of.”

“In the library-”

“In the fucking library, y/n.” He made you bite back on the remaining words of your sentence. Right hand fisting in your hair, the other roughly working to get rid of his annoying piece of clothing, pushing his pants just below his waist in the company of his boxers.

“Hurry.” He instructed, not-so-patiently waiting for you to take hold of him, stroking him to life. You looked unsure about your actions, almost as if you’d stop at any moment which you would’ve loved to, except the man’s hold on you didn’t let you budge. With small licks up the underside of his shaft with the flat of your tongue, you felt a twitch, his member finally growing in size.

Your hair held back in a makeshift ponytail, for some reason your muscles just seemed to resist at all cost. Seonghwa’s hold was a lot stronger, digits pulling on your roots and digging into your scalp, while his other hand held a firm grip on his heavy, pulsing cock.

“C’mon now.. we agreed, be a good girl already..” he tutted, intently watching as he smeared the white droplets oozing from his tip across your plump, parted lips.

Your heart hammered in your ears wildly, what if someone heard you or worse -saw you-. Seonghwa didn’t even bother to drag you to the restrooms, choosing a perfect spot behind the bookshelves. Still, passersby people could clearly take out to scene before them if they even catch a glimpse of what happening through the cracks between the books arranged carefully, yet messy enough to reveal everything-.

The man looked down at you like you were some kind of doll, exclusively for his pleasure. His actions and words are not gentle in any kind of way. Still, gazing into his orbs, his warmth embracing your body just made your cunt clench and weep under the confinement of your clothes.

His gentle fingers now holding your locks with anything but mercy, the more you try to pull away the more he’s pushing.

Paranoid, taking a swift look around, accidentally making eye contact with someone.

Crap, if they didn’t know before, they must know now. Hurriedly, you tapped on his waist, abruptly shaking your head and pleading for Seonghwa to let you up. He didn’t.

“Did they notice us?..” He drawled, voice strained with pleasure. You blushed, a mix of arousal and embarrassment flushing your cheeks. “You need that help, hm?” You did indeed, agree with a subtle nod. “Then just shut up..” He tipped his head back with a quiet snicker, the next groan higher with a few pitches. They didn’t just notice, they heard now.

Seonghwa didn’t care less if you couldn’t visit this library because of your dirty acts as it results in you being banned or just not going back anymore and the burning shame of being seen.

The delicate locks framing his face now swayed with every thrust his hips slammed into your used mouth. Throat aching and your lips pulsing. Feeling the salty droplets on your tongue, you knew he was close, he looked back down at your kneeling form. His hand which wasn’t occupied with moving your head, cupped the side of your face, the thumb gently brushing over your heavily squeezed down eyelids, encouraging you to open them.

“Look at me, doll..” Hwa called out as you weren’t able to comprehend the hint. Your ears ringing and your brain is a complete mush. When you locked gazes, a devilish grin stretched on his face at the exquisite sight of you so fucked out, salty tears stung the corner of your eyes, throat contracting around his invading member, eliciting a muffled cough.

Pearly white droplets dripped on your chin, creating a hardly audible thud sound as it came into contact with the black carpeted floor underneath. Gulping down the generous load, swiftly wiping away the excess.

“They caught-”

“Like I give a single fuck..” Tucking himself back in no time, sweeping his clothes with his palms across his body, he was ready to go, not like you. You, who still sat on your knees, your throat sore, body flushed hot.

Letting out a drained sigh, he gave a small tap under your chin with his middle and index finger. “Collect yourself.” You seemed so shameful, embarrassment filling your veins, your hands and legs trembling just the right amount.

The fire you saw a few seconds ago completely dissipated into thin air, two hands hooked under your arms to roughly make you stand back on your own two legs.

“Seonghwa- we- we really should go..” You stammered, head turning left and right, leaning to peek past the shelves if the person was still around. There was no one, yet you couldn’t shake off the feeling of what if they came back and you’d get into trouble?

“No.” He responded curtly. “Not until I say we do. Now turn.”

“What-”

“Just turn the fuck around.” And before you could even do as he said, he handled you himself, your face coming into contact with the wall, keeping yourself on your palm. “Is my baby this dumb? She doesn’t even understand the basics.. poor little girl..” Leaning in right next to your ear, blowing a warm stream of breath on your nape, having goosebumps rise all over you.

He soothed the rough action of his left hand on the back of your head, gripping your hair to push forward, making you squeeze your face against the cold surface, a whined out disagreement leaving you.

“Either you gonna stay quiet or everyone in here will know what we’re up to, your choice.” Stay quiet? What for? What is he gonna-

A strangled gasp escaped you, his right hand shoving itself inside your pants, cupping your sex through your underwear. The heel of his palm and fingers rubbing insistently as the heat between your legs slowly.

“You want to go? Like this? What a whore. You’d enjoy making a mess of your goddamn panties in the streets, huh?” His index finger pulled the soft cotton away to the side, three pads of his digits easily gliding through your folds, your slick helping the slide.

He snickered at your pleasured expression, cheeks dancing in deep red and your brain unable to form a coherent sentence at this point, —so he pushed you further— his soft pads wrote down shapes on your clit gently before delivering a small pinch to the sensitive bud, making you purposefully moan out just a bit louder, mingling with your barely audible pants.

Feeling the pulsing grow between your legs, he sneakily pushed two fingers inside your sopping hole, while his thumb continued the maddening circling.

“So pretty.. do you think others hear you too?” Just the simple thought of what he said was true, had you clench around him and causing him to let out a low groan at the feeling. “Does this make you excited?”

There was no point in denying it to him; you gave Seonghwa a small nod as his left hand moved to encircle your waist the moment he sensed your hips twitch and struggle. His thrusts quickened, the silence between the white walls was so loud, the squelches hearable like screams, yet you didn’t care. You hopelessly chased your orgasm, which Seonghwa eagerly pushed you towards, having your knees trembling.

“You’re doing so good, darling.” Pumping faster and eliciting higher-pitched sounds from you: his biggest concern was now you. Free hand pressing on your mouth in a futile attempt to keep your moans at bay, eyes rolled back and closing to embrace the pleasure. Your walls clenched and fluttered around his fast pumping fingers.

“So close, baby.. let go for me..” He encouraged in faint whispers between nibbles on your neck, curling his fingers just right and hitting the spot, sending you hurtling over the edge, making you shake apart in his arms as he worked you through your high steadily.

When the intense waves of pleasure faded, he was quick to free his hand from your panties, digits prodding at your mouth.

“C’mon, clean it.” Before you could protest, he simply pushed in his fingers, waiting to have your tongue swirl around them but seeing him not letting up, you did what he asked for.

Now, after he made an even bigger mess in your underwear, calming yourself by taking a few, deep breaths to steady out your panting, Seonghwa quickly dragged you back to the table you carelessly left minutes ago, gathering both of your stuff and throwing his bag over his shoulder while carrying yours. Your heads hung low, feeling a few pairs of eyes on you burning holes in your back.

In a few strides, you stepped through the door, shutting it close behind him before exchanging a glance of not coming back to this place, ever.

plagiarism is strictly forbidden, do not translate my works, copy them or publish them on another site ; @xaer1s

[nickistuffs]

Car Trouble & Complications

Pairing: Harry x Designer reader (curvy or plus size whatever you feel they should look like. This is my preference 😌)

Summary: A spontaneous roadside fix causes both sparks and unwanted attention as they navigate the chaos

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: None. just fluff

✨masterlist✨ read the rest of Harry x Designer Reader there

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You and Harry had planned to have lunch together, but he was taking longer than expected. Growing a little concerned, you decided to text him.

Y/N 🤭: Hey you? Everything okay?

It took a while before your phone finally lit up—not with a text, but an incoming FaceTime call. Harry’s contact photo filled the screen, showing him holding a bag of takeout from one of your dinner dates.

You quickly answered. “Hi, are you alright?” you asked, greeting him with a hint of concern.

"Yeah, I’m alright," he reassured you, though he looked a bit inconvenienced. "Got a flat tire, just waiting for some help. Might have to reschedule our lunch today, love."

"Ohhh..." You tried to hide your disappointment, but it was hard knowing that he was flying to Italy for business tomorrow and wouldn’t be back for a few days.

Harry sighed softly, sensing your mood. "I’m sorry, Y/N. How about we order dinner later and eat at your flat instead?"

"Okay..." you responded, pouting slightly.

Harry chuckled at your expression. "You’re too cute, you know that?"

But suddenly, an idea struck you. "Wait, it’s just a flat, right?"

"Yeah?" Harry responded, a little confused by your sudden enthusiasm.

"Send me your location. I’ll come to you." You were already getting up from the couch.

"No need, Y/N. They’re already on their way to help," he reasoned.

You weren’t having it. "Just send me your location, Harry," you said in a firm, monotone voice.

He exhaled, knowing better than to argue. "Alright… just be careful on the way."

As he sent his location, he couldn't help but smile. Better to let you come than have you annoyed at him for refusing.

…

You arrived at Harry’s location, a small toolbox in hand—borrowed from your neighbor in a hurry. The moment he spotted you walking toward him, he blinked in surprise before breaking into a grin.

"You didn’t have to come all the way here, love." He crossed his arms, leaning against his car with amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Well, I wasn’t about to let a flat tire ruin our lunch," you huffed, setting the toolbox down beside you. "And besides, I figured I could help."

Harry chuckled, crouching beside you. "Help? Do you even know how to change a tire?"

You shot him a playful glare. "Excuse me? My father taught me once, but I needed to watch a five-minute video just to refresh my memory."

He laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, well, in that case, I should step back and let the expert handle it."

Just as you were about to respond, Harry’s phone buzzed. He answered it with a sigh.

"Yeah? …Right. Got it. Thanks." Hanging up, he ran a hand through his hair. "The fixer’s going to take longer than expected—apparently, they’re stuck on another job."

You raised an eyebrow. "How long?"

"At least another hour, maybe more."

You groaned dramatically. "That’s it, I’m changing this tire myself."

Before he could protest, you crouched beside the tire and started loosening the bolts, your hands gripping the wrench with determination.

Harry stared at you, amusement fading into guilt. You had come all this way for him, and now you were actually fixing his car while he stood there watching? He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. I should be the one doing this, he thought.

Letting out a defeated chuckle, he crouched beside you. "Move over, love. I can’t let you do all the work."

"Oh? So now you want to help?" you teased, looking up at him with a smirk.

"I felt bad, alright?" he muttered, taking the wrench from you and easily loosening the last bolt. "Besides, I can’t let my girl show me up."

You rolled your eyes but grinned. "Mhm, sure. Just admit you’re impressed."

Harry glanced at you before shaking his head with a smile. "I always am."

As the two of you worked together, laughter filled the air, turning what could’ve been a frustrating situation into yet another memory to cherish.

...

As you and Harry worked on his car, laughter and playful banter filled the air. You were too focused on getting the job done to notice that a small crowd had started to gather at a distance. A few passersby had recognized him—Harry Styles, kneeling on the pavement, fixing a flat tire with an unknown girl by his side.

Phones were pulled out. Pictures were snapped. Videos recorded. The internet was about to have a field day.

Harry, however, was already feeling it—the unmistakable buzz of attention. Even without looking up, he could sense the cameras pointed their way, the hushed whispers of onlookers debating whether to approach him. His jaw tensed slightly, but he tried to ignore it, focusing on you instead.

You wiped your hands on a napkin from your bag and grinned at him. "See? We didn’t need to wait for the tow truck after all!"

Harry smirked, tossing the lug wrench back into the toolbox. "You say that like you weren’t about to give up after the first bolt."

You gasped dramatically. "Excuse me? I was figuring out the best way to get the bolts off."

He laughed, shaking his head. "Right, of course. Strategic thinking, my bad."

Before you could fire back, a distant squeal rang through the air.

"Oh my God, it’s him!"

Harry exhaled slowly, already knowing what was coming next. When he finally glanced up, he confirmed his suspicions—several people were gathered nearby, phones in hand, recording, whispering. A few fans hesitantly stepped forward, hopeful smiles on their faces.

"Harry, can we get a quick picture?" one of them asked sweetly.

His expression softened, but he shook his head gently. "Sorry. Not right now."

The fans pouted in disappointment, but he offered them a small smile. "Hope you understand. Just trying to get this sorted."

They nodded, still excited to have seen him in such an unexpected situation. Some continued taking pictures from a distance, but Harry let out a sigh and turned back to you.

"Well, that should be fun to see online later," he muttered, grabbing the toolbox.

You snorted. "Yeah, I can already see the headlines: ‘Harry Styles Changes a Tire with Mystery Girl—Who Is She?’"

He groaned playfully, rubbing his face. "Great. Maybe they’ll turn this into some wild conspiracy theory too."

You grinned. "Oh, for sure. I bet people will say you secretly work as a mechanic on the side."

Harry chuckled, shaking his head as he draped an arm around your shoulders. "Come on, let’s get out of here before they start asking if I’m launching a tire-changing business."

Laughing, you let him lead you away, leaving the cameras and whispers behind—just another unexpected adventure with Harry Styles.

...

After packing up the toolbox and wiping the grease from your hands, you and Harry quickly got into the car. The moment the doors shut, the outside noise faded, leaving only the quiet hum of the engine and the distant sounds of the city.

But as the silence stretched, a different kind of noise started filling your mind—the whispers, the stares, the flashing cameras.

You swallowed, staring out the windshield. You hadn’t even done anything, but the idea of people twisting the situation, of fans picking apart your existence just because you happened to be with him, made your stomach twist. What if they thought you were some nobody who just happened to steal their idol away? What if they—

You flinched slightly when you felt warmth wrap around your hand.

Harry’s fingers intertwined with yours, his grip firm but comforting. You turned your head to find him already looking at you, his brows slightly furrowed in concern.

"You alright?" he asked softly.

You hesitated, but the way his thumb brushed gently over your skin made you exhale. "Yeah, I just… I know how people can be. And I don’t want them thinking I’m—"

"Stop that," he interrupted, shaking his head. His voice was gentle, but firm. "You didn’t do anything wrong. We were literally fixing a flat tire. People can think whatever they want, but I know the truth. You know the truth."

You bit your lip. "I just don’t want to be seen as—"

"As what? Some villain who stole me away?" he teased lightly, squeezing your hand. "Love, no one’s stealing me. I go where I want to go, and I wanted you here with me today. That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less."

You let out a small breath, his words settling the unease that had been creeping in.

"And if anyone’s got a problem with that?" he added, tilting his head playfully. "They can take it up with my mechanic."

A laugh finally escaped you, and he grinned, satisfied that he had pulled you out of your own head.

"There’s that smile," he murmured before bringing your joined hands to his lips for a quick kiss.

The warmth in your chest replaced the anxiety, and as he started the car, you realized that no matter what people said, you weren’t alone.

Celebrity S.O.S.: Harry Styles Gets Help from a Mysterious Woman After Flat Tire

Harry Styles found himself in an unexpected situation earlier today when his car was spotted with a flat tire. But rather than waiting for a tow, the “Watermelon Sugar” singer received help from an unidentified woman who appeared prepared for the task. Sources say that the mystery girl showed up with a toolkit in hand and quickly got to work, proving her tire-changing skills were on point. While fans gathered and snapped photos, her identity remains a mystery, leaving many to wonder—could she be a new love interest or just a kind-hearted stranger? The speculation is already brewing, and fans are eager to know more about this surprising roadside encounter.

...

Ever since I saw that picture of him I had to cook.

[ashblooddragons]

My Heart, My Ruin (Chapter 10/?)

Series Masterlist

I'm so sorry this took so long to get out! as some of you might know I have been having awful writers block but I'm hoping to fix that soon! much love!

Rhaellas pov

I lean against a balcony as I look down at Rhaena and Aegon. They look so happy together, it looks so easy, almost like breathing. 

So why can't I find that? I think when the stern face of my uncle flashes into my mind. No, I don't want him. I think but just as the thought comes does the wind pick up as if laughing at me and my obvious denial. 

Instead of dwelling on this I think about the Lord I will be meeting with. 

Lord Lyonal Baratheon. A handsome man with ice blue eyes and hair as black as night. He has a light dusting of facial hair that gives him a dangerous look about him. He is the definition of Tall, Dark, and Handsome, and yet he doesn't infect my mind with his smirk or laughter, he doesn't make me dream of his eyes or callused hands. 

No, that honor goes to the one person I don't want it to. 

I'm brought out of my thoughts by the sound of my sisters joyful laughter. I look down to see Aegon spinning her around before taking her face in his hands and kissing her like she is the air he breathes. 

I feel a pang of jealousy go through me. For it was always my dream for someone to kiss me like that, for someone to look at me the way Aegon looks at Rhaena. Like she is the most important thing in the world. 

“What's this Lord's name again?” I hear the gruff and tired voice of my Uncle behind me. 

It's no surprise he doesn't want to be here. And I don't blame him, I don't want him here either. And it boils down to one thing, every time I meet with a Lord he always seems to make it tense. He could be the kindest, sweetest, gentlest Lord and he would have a problem with them. In fact he said just last week that Lord Harold Florent was too gentle and wouldn't protect me. 

Just when I thought we could work our problems out he has to reject every single match.  

I wasn't even planning on marrying Lord Florent, but it's the fact he didn't even ask me and only told my Father he wasn't a good match that peeves me. 

“Lyonal, Lord Lyonal Baratheon. He is to be the future Lord of Storms End.” I respond in a cool and calculated tone. 

“He's a bit young if you ask me.” He responds with a scoff. 

I feel my shoulders tense at his words. Always an issue with a match. I think before looking at him over my shoulder. 

“He's nine and ten, only two years my senior. I would rather that than Lord Braken who was well into his forties. And besides, I enjoy his company, that has to count for something.” 

“And I said the age difference was a problem. Also you would've been his third wife, not exactly a good match. But so is marrying a man– no, a boy far too young to truly protect you.” 

I can't help the shiver that runs down my spine at his absolute tone. It is clear what he thinks of this match, but I find I don't exactly care what he thinks. 

“Says the man who was wed off at three and ten.” I respond in that cold tone I know will make any man tremble. 

I hear the way he freezes, how his breath picks up. So I turn to look at him with another cutting remark at the tip of my tongue when I notice the look in his eyes. 

He isn't here, not mentally at least. Did I go too far? I wonder, ready to apologize when the voice of my favorite sutor reaches my ears. 

“Sorry for my tardiness, my sister insisted I had to say goodbye to each of her stuffies.” 

I can't help but smile at the thought of this tall warrior bending down to say goodbye to a little stuffed animal just because his five nameday old sister insisted upon it. 

He will make a wonderful Father. I think before turning to him fully. 

“No need to apologize, I believe it is I who should. I did take Lady Viviane's dear older brother before she was ready to say goodbye.” 

He lets out a jovial laugh, he knows how fond I am of his little sister. If I'm honest she may be why I have entertained Lyonal for so long, other than his good looks of course. 

“I will make sure she knows it is your fault then. Perhaps she will bring her wraith upon you instead of me.” He jests with a charming wink as he reaches for my arm so we may begin our walk. 

“I assume she is not call ‘Little Storm’ by your Father for nothing?” I ask with a giggle and he quickly shakes his head violently. 

“That girl is like a tsunami when she is angry. No one is safe when she is angry.” 

I can't help but giggle at the way Lyonal shivers in mock fear. 

“Oh I'm sure.” I respond as we enter the gardens. 

I see many ladies walk past waving their fans and fluttering their eyes. And at first I think they are doing it to Lyonal, until I turn to watch them leave and see them eyeing my Uncle. 

I have to fight the red hot rage that fills me when he looks down at one and gives her a slight nod of the head with a charming smirk. 

“Princess?” I hear before quickly turning to find a concerned Lyonal staring at me. 

“I'm sorry my Lord, I could've sworn I saw a bee.” I say quickly in hopes he didn't notice my looks of jealousy.

Just what you need Rhaella, the one Lord you actually enjoy the company of watching you fume over your Uncle and some pretty Ladies. I think as I wipe away pretend dirt on my yellow silk dress. 

“No need to apologize, I find those insects quite unnerving as well. My uncle died from a bee sting and now I have quite the phobia of them.” He says eyeing where I was looking with wild eyes. 

“Oh I had no idea. I'm so sorry.” I say as I gently tap his chin so he looks at me again. “I believe the blasted beast went towards the violets. If you wish, we can bypass them.” I say trying to bring him calm after my fib brought him such fear. 

“Yes, I would quite like that.” He says looking down at me like I'm his gift from the Seven in this moment. 

I nod my head before walking down the longer path through the gardens. 

I hear him speaking, hear the way he excitedly chatters about…something. But I can't fight the way my brain focuses on the cool gaze of my Uncle upon me. I force myself not to look at him, force myself not to turn to him. But as we pass a fountain I get but a glimpse of the stare he is boring into me. And it sends shivers through me. 

Get yourself together Rhaella! Lyonal is kind, gentle, and a wondrous match. It would tie our families together once more. I chide myself but I can't help but still turn to any reflective surface to see if he is still looking at me. And without fail, he is. 

“Did you hear me Princess?” I hear from beside me and quickly turn to see my possible betrothed is looking at me with obvious concern. 

“I'm sorry, I was lost in my head. I read a wonderful book last evening and I find it is still stuck in my head.” I say not fully lying. For I had read a book last night, but I wouldn't say it was entertaining. It was a book on stitch work and how to sew beads into dresses. Not exactly a page turner. 

“Ah, what was it about?” He asks and I freeze trying to think of anything. 

“Oh you wouldn't enjoy it, it was a romance. I know it's silly of me.” I say and I worry that the look on his face means he doesn't approve. 

I go to speak but he turns to look at a rose bush. 

“Something so beautiful yet so dangerous. Just like my Darling star.” He says with a far away tone. 

I stop trying to figure out what he is trying to say. Does he have a lover back at Storms End? Will I have to worry about a mistress and her bastard children running around? All these flit through my mind as I force myself not to look at Maegor. 

He then turns to me, a mischievous grin plastered on his lips. “Starlight kiss my cheeks? Have you read it?” He asks and I feel a wave of relief flow through me. 

Thank the gods, I could already imagine the smirk on my Uncle's face if he actually has a mistress. 

“Uh…yes, I read it a year ago. It was a beautiful love story. Tragic but passionate.” I say remembering the story of a Maid and her Lord. Many thought the story scandalous but I find it is one of the stories that always draws me in over, and over again. 

He nods in agreement before reaching down and plucking a rose and holding it out to me. 

“for my Darling star.” He says and I can't help but giggle. 

“Why thank you my Dashing Lord.” I say gently taking it from him making sure to keep away from the thorns. 

It is at this moment that the thought of marrying him truly sets in. I find I wouldn't mind it, that I could fall in love with him. That I could be happy with him. That I would be fulfilled with him, have beautiful children and a lovely home with a husband who cares for me. 

But for some reason it isn't enough, why isn't it enough? He is all I could ever ask for and yet I stand next to him having to convince myself he is good enough for me. 

But instead of dwelling on the thoughts that have begun to plague me, I decide to smell the sweet seductive scent of the rose. 

“Does Meraxes enjoy anyone else's company besides yours?” He asks looking up at the sky where the obvious silhouette of my mount flies next to her coal black mate. 

“Not really, perhaps my sister Rhaena, or–” I start to say before quickly closing my lips the words or my Uncle on the tip of my tongue. 

“Or?” He asks trailing off as he eyes me cautiously. 

“Or no one, I was trying to think of anyone else.” I respond and swallow a scoff down when I hear a low chuckle behind us. 

Most likely laughing at my obvious lie. I think with a quick roll of my eyes. 

He hums nodding his head a look of curiosity across his features. 

“Does she enjoy rain?”

I feel the air in my lungs freeze at the question. For if he is asking this only on our fourth walk then surely he has plans to ask for my hand in marriage. And though I know I should be overjoyed by this fact, I find it feels more like a cold chill running through my veins. 

“I–” I start to say trying to find the right response when the deep and authoritative voice of my Uncle responds for me. 

“I'm afraid Princess Rhaella is needed now, this meeting has already gone past expected.” 

I don't even need to turn to know he has a scowl on his lips. And from the way Lyonal tenses when he turns to look at him I know the look is more than likely murderous. 

“Of course, my Prince. It was wonderful seeing you again Princess. I hope we can meet again soon.” He says bending down to lightly kiss my knuckles. 

“As do I.” I barely get out before my Uncle steps forward hurrying us along. 

I watch as Lyonal leaves in a rush, he looks back once before looking down in defeat and walking towards his family's chambers. 

Once he's out of my line of sight I quickly turn towards my Uncle who looks beyond bored. 

“What was that about? I have no other plans or duties today.” I demand but he only turns and walks away. 

“I asked you a question!” I scream following after him my hands clenched into tight fists. I feel my nails dig into my palms. I wouldn't be shocked if I have scabs by the end of the day. 

“I heard you, but I'm far too busy for such childish conversations. I already wasted time watching you and that boy. I have work to do.” He says and I barely catch the hint of anger in his tone. 

Is he jealous? I wonder before shaking the thought from my mind. No, I'm his niece, nothing more. I remind myself but for some reason the thought of him being jealous sends a thrill through me. 

“Oh how I'm so terribly sorry you were pulled away from your paper and ink.” I all but snarl back as he makes his way up the tower of Hand. 

But instead of giving me a response he only sighs deeply as if I'm annoying him. I watch as his shoulders tense and his breath quickens with anger. But I don't care. I've had enough of his games. 

“Talk to me! You said you would be there more. You said you were done avoiding us. But at dinner you never speak, that is if you can get your head out of your paperwork to even acknowledge your family.”

I watch as he enters his office. 

I freeze at the cold look in his gaze, it's one I've seen plenty of times. But it's never been directed towards me. I've hardly seen it even from afar, and now I understand why so many tremble when seeing it. 

But I won't give in, not now, not ever. 

“Fine, don't talk no one needs to hear your idiotic thoughts anyways.” I say turning around only for him to finally speak. 

“That boy isn't fit to marry you, I'll be speaking with your Father on finding a better match.” 

I feel a well of rage fill me, it's scorching flames going through my veins. I don't turn, I won't give him the satisfaction of seeing how his words affect me. 

“Without asking if I want to marry him? You forget yourself Uncle. You are only the Hand, you have no true say on my life. What my Father has given you so far has been of kindness, it can quickly be taken away.” 

The words don't sound like me, they don't even feel like they are coming from me. But I know they are, I know that if I looked in a mirror and spoke I would hear this voice as my lips moved. 

He brings our the worst in me, so why can't I just ignore him? I wonder before I start to walk out. 

“Is he really what you want Rhaella? Some little boy who could die in some idiotic dual over pride?” He asks and I swear there is a hint of a plea in his voice. But I quickly shake the thought away. 

“And what if he is? He is kind, a swordsman, from a regal and highly respected house, by the gods he's even the grandson of Grandsires best friend. And let's not forget how he's quite nice to look at. What else could I wish for? What else could I demand to have?” I ask finally turning in to face him again and I see the flicker of heartbreak in his eyes. 

He doesn't say anything for a long while. I stand their waiting, hoping, praying, he will say something, anything. But instead he only stand straight and starts walking towards me. 

“You could want for more Rhaella. For a man who could match that fire in you. A man who would defend you against all of court. A man who would let you fly whenever you wished.” 

“And you think Lyonal wouldn't give me that? That he couldn't satisfy me?” I ask watching the way his eyes roam my face, the way his gaze always seems to drift towards my lips. 

He lets out a deep chuckle as he shakes his head in disbelief. 

“Mērī nykeā zaldrīzes kostagon satisfy bona hen sȳz. Daor mirri startled velkrys.”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. I feel all the air knock out of me as shock comes over me. 

Only a dragon can satisfy that of its kind. Not some startled stag. The words run through my mind over and over again. I try to find any other meaning besides what he implies. But there is none. 

“What nothing to say now?” He asks in that damned cocky tone of his. He knows he stunned me to silence, that I have no come back. And he's loving it. 

“I see no point in responding to your attempt to get a rise out of me. Truly it's childish of you Uncle.” 

I watch as his smirk is quickly wiped from his face. 

Good. I think with a smirk of my own rising. He always did need to be taught how to behave. 

But just as quickly as my triumphant grin comes does it fall away when he grabs my arm in a vice grip pulling me close so we are only a breath apart. 

“Meraxes would hate it there, and so would you.” He all but growls out. 

“And how do you know that?” I ask in turn not backing down. 

He scoffs as he searches my features as if committing them to memory. 

“You are a dragon Rhaella. You are not made to be caged, not made to be drowned by water and storms. And yet you will deny this fact about yourself if only to have a comfortable life with some boy who is still learning how to use his cock.” 

I push down my blush at his crude words. I've heard worse so why does this bother me so much? 

“And you think you could satisfy me? You think your cock is worth my time?” I demand with just as much venom in my voice as him. 

But the only response I get is three words before he does something I never imagined. 

“Seven hells Rhaella.” And with that I feel his hands hold my face gently in his hands before his lips slams down to mine. 

The kiss is searing, demanding, and all consuming. I gasp in shock and realize that was a mistake as his tongue quickly delves into the warmth of my mouth. 

I don't know when I started kissing back, nor do I let myself think of why I don't push him away instead reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me. 

I let out a quiet whimper when he gently bites my lower lip only to swipe his tongue over the teased area. 

“Gods Rhaella, how did I go this long without tasting you?” He asks before slowly kissing his way down my jaw and towards my neck. He leaves soft bites along the sensitive skin of my neck and I know it will be blue tinted by this evening. 

I don't respond, only grip him tighter trying to bring him closer to feel more of him. 

I hear the quiet whimpers and moans leave my lips with each scrap of teeth or teasing suck from his lips. I feel alive, like I can finally breathe as his hands grip my hips like a lifeline. 

I pull his hair guiding him towards my lips again and he is all too happy to oblige. 

I never knew a kiss could feel like this, that a man would ever kiss me like this. Like he is drowning and I am his only source of air. It's exhilarating, the idea that I have this power over a man like Maegor. That I could make him practically fall to his knees for me. 

But I'm quickly snapped back to reality, the one where I can never have him, that he is only my Uncle and that is all he can ever be. By the feeling of him slowly pulling the ties of my dress. 

No, I won't be ruined. I think before pushing him away with all the strength I can muster. 

We stare at each other, both out of breath and panting from our now swollen lips. 

“That will never happen again.” I demand not giving him a chance to respond as I turn and walk out of his office. “I'm going to marry Lyonal, and there is nothing you can do about it.” I say before slamming his doors shut. 

But for some reason I also feel like I shut the doors on a future where I would truly be happy.

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[cozzzynook]

I bring some silly TFA Megop

Normally around this time Ratchet would be taking a quick nap in his chair before getting back to work however today was not his day as just before the medic could pick up his energon, a very panicked Optimus barged through his door.

"Ratchet, I think I might be sparked!" Said mech yelled as he took in short vents.

"What did you do now?..." Ratchet grumbled as he turned to greet the panicked prime. "I thought you said you had plenty of spike wraps and baffles to use..."

Optimus cleared his intake as he was lead onto the med berth. "Ah- we did but uh some broke and now I'm not feeling great..." He began plucking at the paint on his servos as he struggled to look at the medic.

Rolling his optics Ratchet grabbed his scanner already getting to work. "You better have an idea who the sire is kid because I'm far too old to play guessing games" As they waited for the results Ratchet would grab some medical grade just in case this was nothing more than a simple tank virus.

After a long 10 minutes the scanner pinged, turning his attention Ratchet picked up the scanner and began reading. Meanwhile Optimus quietly bit the inside of his cheek as he waited for an answer. "Well you're sparked kid and we caught it surprisingly early, thank Primus"

"Oh..."

"Oh?" Ratchet's expression softened as he placed a comforting servo onto Optimus's shoulder. "Are you not sure about this kid?"

"No- I mean yes!" Optimus quickly shook his helm "Its just what I'm going to tell their sire and how am I going to take care of them, really"

"Well, who is the lucky sire-to-be?"

"Its...Megatron"

"Come again?" Ratchet raised a brow at the prime.

"Its Megatron..." Optimus quickly lowered his helm as he his finals flattened against his helm.

The medic took in a deep vent before turning to face Optimus fully head on. "Well no fragging clue the spike wraps broke, you bolt head!" Ratchet just sighed before pinching his nasal ridge. "Next time, use the correct size and Primus so help you kid because that sparkling will be huge"

Optimus optics went wide already dreading the day of emergence. "Ah, is it too late to knock some sense into me?" He gave a sheepish smile.

"Unfortunately yes, but lets hope this bittie teaches you to be careful when interfacing with mechs twice ya size" Ratchet rolled his optics once more before shaking his helm. After all he knows far too well from personal experience.

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Kitty kat thank you for this post and i’m sorry i took so long to respond.

Optimus does not in fact learn his lesson.

He actually gets sparked again right after and Megs is all too pleased to see how well he bred his future conjunx and ruler of decepticons and autobots.

[slyandthefamilybook]

What conspiracy theories have you seen around? Like what am I watching out for?

It's less about the conspiracy theories themselves and more about the modalities of thinking. It's pretty stupid to blame (((The Zionists))) for moving the date of Spotify Wrapped to interfere with Palestinian activism, but there are underlying assumptions there that are the real dangers. For example, assuming that (((The Zionists))) have the power to move the date. Or assuming that they even care about what 20-30 year olds in the US think. Or assuming that posting about your Spotify Wrapped will somehow prevent you from posting about Palestine

The ones about Israel stealing organs aren't just about Israel stealing organs, but seek to paint Israelis as monstrous. Like, actual monsters. Like werewolves coming in the night to steal your liver. I hate Bibi and I hate the IDF, but they do not go bump in the night. They're human beings with human (albeit racist) motivations.

Conspiracy theories aren't about facts; they're about narratives. Every conspiracy theory starts out with the idea that you're being lied to. Flat Earth, 9/11 trutherism, lizard people, they're all the same. The conspiracy itself doesn't matter. The reason why they're so dangerous, especially nowadays, is because you are being lied to. We were all told that when we grew up we would get married, have a job we love, a beautiful house and 2.5 children, and do our part to make the world better. Conspiracy theories are designed to feed off that resentment and frustration, and funnel it towards a target (usually Jews)

So in addition to doing your usual fact checking, when you see something that makes you angry, ask yourself the following:

Why does this make me angry?

Is the person who posted this trying to make me angry?

Who am I being told to direct that anger towards?

Will I be less angry if I find out this isn't true?

If not, why do I want to believe it?

[feral-goblin-kid]

HELLO!!!

HI!!!!! How are you

[adrift-in-thyme]

This is random, but as someone else with LOZ/FMA brainrot, enjoy this mod that I saw someone post on Twitter lol.

Aaahh I love it!!

[accidental-spice]

How about page 188 from your sketch book?

An unfinished sketch of Tim Bradford and Lucy Chen from The Rookie! It's a redraw of one of my favorite scenes of theirs!

Thanks for the ask!!

[silver-and-shadow]

if you could be the sibling of any HTTYD character, who would you want to be related to?

Of the main rider group, probably Fishlegs. He actually reminds me a little of one of my siblings: caring, loyal, slightly weird (in a good way), and able geek out over certain topics. So I think he'd mesh the best with my family.

[pangur-and-grim]

I have been behind on the times but have just binged your blog and firstly I hope your girls feel better soon, pancreatitis is rotten! Secondly, I am in love with your son and I am SO happy about his existence! Devons are my absolute favourite cat breed and I get so excited then they come into work. Crusty old devons are my weakness.

Ps, the photo of him sobbing on the vet table had me CACKLING. I adore him. I’m so happy for you. I’m sending strength to the ladies.

Xoxo your biggest fan + her half a dozen dogs (and these two)

pancreatitis is so nasty. when they go off food, I wish there was some way to say "nooooooooo you need that to live!" and have them understand.

it's a huge relief that they're both home and eating now!

as for the new boy, he is perfectly healthy and happy, and having the first catnip trip of his young life

[is-the-post-reliable]

Hey, could you fact check this one:

@is-the-post-reliable is pretty neat

RATING: 🟢 Reliable 🟢

Source: trust me bro

[kalivasquezart]

I would like to request the most blorbo scug art you have on hand

this is what a neuronfly sees as Marbles contemplates eating it 😶

(this here is the most blorbo art currently in my possession)

[nateezfics]

I am now CRAVING and I mean CRAVING some extremely domestic, husband!joong smut. I must have him immediately. Like imagine this hongjoong as your husband? This you come home to? I mean???? Pls???

Sex with a man who claims you as his WIFE?

Nat I'm feeling weak I need to lay down.

ugh, this😩

listen i live for rough, nasty possessive sex but let’s talk about slow, passionate, and loving possessive sex???? hongjoong who claims you soooo lovingly i cry 😭

imagine. it’s a night like any other; you’re in the kitchen preparing dinner when your husband hongjoong arrives through the front door. he takes off his shoes, his coat, and leaves his things by the door. he makes his way to you, lured by the smell of food and the desire to see your pretty face. it’s so routine, the way he makes his way to you and places a kiss against your cheek with his usual “hey baby” but no matter how many times he does it it always makes you feel so giddy, butterflies fluttering in your tummy at his touch and the smell of his cologne. you’ve been married for some time now but you never grow tired of him or this little routine you’ve both settled into. it’s comfortable, it’s familiar, it’s perfect. and just as predicted, he remains near you long after his kiss against your cheek, his arms snaking around your waist and pulling you against his front. he hangs onto you while you cook, his lips attaching to any open skin he can find. his hands are all over you and you try your best to stay on task, but as usual he’s persuasive. you spin around to face him and suddenly you’re not hungry for the food anymore. you crave him in every way, the sight of his bare face and tussled hair making you weak in the knees and bracing against the counter. hongjoong’s kissing you hungrily in seconds, and you’re caught up in the passion quickly. there’s no time for breathing, you simply breathe each other. he only stops kissing you to take his glasses off, flinging them onto the counter carelessly before he’s devouring you again. it’s not long before you’re on the counter with your knees bent over his shoulders while he pushes himself into you, over and over and so achingly slow. he’s deep, cockhead kissing your cervix in a way that has you arching so prettily over the granite surface. he’s purposeful with each thrust, dragging his cock out languidly before gliding right back in. he’s in no hurry, not trying to get you or himself off just yet; he doesn’t care about that, about finishing. he wants to soak in the moment, in his love for you. you’re already a mess ofc just from his slow motions. really you can’t help it, it’s him. he takes your hand and kisses the back of it, his wedding band shimmering in the light. a reminder that he belongs to you, and you to him. lots of love bites on your skin while he takes you over the kitchen counter. you leave love marks of your own in the form of red streaks down his back. the passion and the pleasure are overwhelming, and you swear you’re the only two people in the universe. his forehead against yours, his eyes and yours locked. breathy laughs. whispered proclamations of love.

“you’re perfect, so perfectly mine”, “my beautiful wife”, “does my little wife feel good? yeah?”, “i love you, i love you, i love you”, “so good to me, baby”, “gonna fill you up, gonna give you a baby. my wifey would look so pretty with a round belly”, “taking me so good. you’re amazing”, “all yours, baby. you’ve got every last bit of me”