#spacial beauty

[d-lanx]

[osamucide]

vomiting and crying over 119 in tags

[impossiblelibrary]

"By then I was almost addicted, feeling compelled to get my lifetime's worth of ionizing plasma [northern lights] while I still had the chance. We caught a bus north and boarded a red ship that churned south again through the fjords. Standing on its deck, I watched a pinkish fringe of light that rippled just above my head, as of the wind had caught the curtain at an open window. There seemed to be so many wonderful permutations of the aurorae, but all of them were fleeting, as if the line between your hopes and the reality was unclear. It was an experience not dissimilar from pregnancy itself: the sense, one moment, that something very definite is there, and the realization, the next, that everything you know about it is a daydream.

At the end of the holiday, dropping into a hotel lobby in search of my lost mittens, I spotted the faint glow of the aurora above the harbor and supposed it might have been there all along. Just waiting for me to learn how to see it."

-- Katherine May, Wintering

[sakiblack]

soft yandere tsutey

Tsutey x reader

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I would imagine you came to Pandora with Jake. Being his sister or just someone who has trained for Pandora does not matter.As long as you somehow got there.

Tsutey is a cold man and he would not show you that in his heart you have a spacial place.He would see you for the first time with Neytiri and Jake while she was trying to get you two to the home tree.Does he stare at you like he could kill you? yes. But in his eyes you are spacial.From the start he wanted you with him. All the time.

You are a human you dont know their ways. And he will teach you.

And teach you he did. Maybe he yells and scolds you a lot but trust me he would kill for you.The first thing he would teach you is how to ride the (horse thing).He would go out of his ways to get you the most calm horse they had. He cant have you falling off now could he?

Talking with him would be strange. At first you probably didnt even know he speaks english. It was the second day with the clan, he was teaching you how to ride. Some of his students were talking while you got on the horse.He walked up to you paced his hand on your thigh to make your grip tighter.Looking at the navi that were whispering something Tsutey said something out of nowhere.

"They are not making fun of you"

He said in a deep voice. It has been some time since he said anything in english so he hoped he did it right.

"You can speak english?"

Oh how happy he was to hear your voice.

"Yes"

A simple response that started your "friendship".

He usualy didnt start the talks with you. It usualy had to be you. He wanted you to need him even tho he was probably the one needing you the most.

Jake is not a problem for him as long as he does not touch you.The first time he showed just how much he cared was when Jake was teasing you about being short even in the avatar. Now that would not be bad at all if Jake didnt touch your shoulder for a little too long.

He would hiss something in navi and push him away from you. Not you or Jake would understand it but Neytiri did and it made her smile.

Neytiri was long forgotten after you came in his life. He already did not love her that much but when you came she was just a clan member.So there was nothing for you to be jealous of. But as time went on and he spented more time with you, you two became a lot more then friend. Touching you was a normal thing and giving you gifts was as well. At the start he gived you meat but when he saw your scared face he went for another tactic. Flowers,food,bracelets everything that a normal human would give you.Sometimes he even flirted tho it did end up in him messing up.

Time would fly by fast and before you knew it you would be staning on top of the flying mountains. As Neytiri was explaining everything to Jake Tsutey was only looking at you. He didnt want you to do this. You could get hurt or worse.But if you wanted to become one of the people this was something you had to do.

"Be calm,when you will see him you will know"

He said softly as he petted your shoulder.

"How will i know he wants me"

"He will want to kill you"

Did he say it like it was nothing? yes. But at least he would be there to save you.

If he thought seeing you ride the horse was beautiful , seeing you on the ikran was out of the world.You two would wly till the end of the night.

Now unlike Neytiri Tsutey did not wait for you to become one of the people before making you his. It would be the night you got your ikran or the night after. You two would be sitting somewhere probably talking before he would move his face into your neck like he was taking in your scent.And that was all it took for him to lose it.He already had to control himself for so long he could not do it anymore.

Would he be gentle at least at the start he would.

Biting marks are a thing. Marking you is something he cant live without. He never explained mating to you. He wanted to tell you about it while he was showing you just how much he loved you.

While he would make you feel good he would say things like

"Now you are all mine", "We are bonded together", "Only i will make you fill this way"

Nicknames were not a thing untill now. He woul call you things like love,yawne or even just mine or my girl/boy.

As i said him being jealous was not something that happened a lot. But after your "fun night" tigether noone could even look at you the wrong way. he was by your side all the time. Even while your avatar body was sleeping he was looking over you.

It would even come to the point he would come to the flying mountains while they were prepering for the big fight to make sure you were okay. Seeing your human body would just make fall for you again so when you were laying under the spirit tree he was saying bye to the body you were ment to live in.If it was on him he would keep you in the human body but there was no way you could survive.

But even if that was the life you were supposed to have being with him was the life that you cant run away from.

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sorry for any words spelled wrong i was in a hurry

hope you liked it tho

[sir-heichou-smith]

141 and their awkward but meaningful experience(s) with wild animals

Gaz:

-It's exactly 1800 hours when he spots the shabby safehouse after they complete the mission that went to utter shit, leaving him separated from the rest of the 141. His back and left arm are sore. Getting shot at and falling out of a second story window doesn't compliment his bone structure, as it turns out.

-He clears the perimeter to make sure he hasn't been tailed while he waits to rendezvous with the others.

-As he surveys the inside of the cabin, he doesn't see the bird's nest perched up in the rafters, but he feels it drop square onto his head when he breaks the lock on one of the doors and shoves it open.

-The little bird that rolls onto the floor chirps desperately and flutters its wings, lopsided and favoring its left side.

-After the minor heart attack and an admittedly embarrassing noise that soap would never let him live down if he'd heard it, he feels bad for the poor thing, picking it up and sticking it in a makeshift nest of his outer layers while he tends to his own wounds.

-"Poor little guy, sorry I fucked up your home. You're all alone too, huh." Gaz makes it up to the bird by wrapping its injured wing in a similar fashion to his own sling, in hopes that it'll help in some way. He even finds a bug in the windowsill to feed it.

-He's so distracted by his new friend that he almost doesn't notice the three sets of footsteps getting closer to his temporary safe haven.

-"The feck do ye got there, mate?" He's relieved to hear the familiar Scottish lilt from the main entrance, their captain and lieutenant right behind him.

-"It's my best buddy. He's your new replacement, Tav." Laughing as he dodges the MRE thrown in his direction, he settles the baby bird in next to him while they take watch in shifts for the hours long wait to exfil.

Price:

-For once the 141 was able to take a much needed break. In between missions, the captain invited the rest of his team on a camping trip for the weekend. Not many knew, but instead of a house, Price owned a beautiful log cabin just north of Hereford with a few acres of land and a body of water for hunting and fishing respectively.

-The next morning, Price and Ghost left at the asscrack of dawn to part take in the former, hoping to score dinner for them all from the comfort of his backyard.

-"See anything up your way, Simon?" "Negative, sir." The pair continues to wait in silence as the sun slowly starts to creep over the horizon. He's just about to call it when he hears crunching leaves just to his right.

- Price looks as far as he can without turning his head, and spots their dinner, just out of the corner of his eye and a few paces away at that. A beautiful 12 point buck that has no fear or spacial awareness as it seems. It turns its head to look directly at him too, as if daring him to do something.

-The deer inches forward ever so slowly to him, seeming more curious than anything. He can see Ghost not 10 meters on his opposite side, not doing anything to help the situation, just desperately trying to hold it in. Slowly, as a trained and patient death machine of a man can be, he pulls out his cell phone to take a picture.

-Then he feels it. The light sniffs, and then the feeling of a slimy tongue on the side of his forehead and hat. The damn thing is tasting him as if he were a berry on a bush.

-At the turn of Price's head, he meets its eyes. As if it just now figured out it's been caught in the act and regains control of itself, the buck whips around and bounds away.

-The photo in their group chat, from yours truly, has the other men in shambles. "You're lucky you're my favorite lieutenant. Otherwise I'd give you extra duty for at least a week." Price thinks it's worth the hassle though, as he rarely gets to hear that deep grumble of a laugh from his most stoic soldier. Take out doesn't sound so bad after all.

Soap:

-"C'mon lt, a few drinks won't kill ye, first round's on me." A flash of pearly whites and a playful wink thrown is all it takes for the man to cave.

-The two men walk to a local pub frequented by soldiers and civilians alike. Not too busy but not as quiet as Ghost would prefer. They meet up with Price and Gaz, Soap greets them with a smile and Ghost simply nods, already anticipating the night to be over.

-Soon enough the first round of drinks becomes the second, then the third, then a pint, and two, and a few more after that. Price bids the three of them goodnight, claiming something about having paperwork to finish up for tomorrow.

-"Aw cap yer no fun, Gaz here's the only one who knows how to give a lad good company." At that, Soap turns his head with a cheese grin to lock eyes with his fellow seargent. "Don't rope me into this, Tav, we all know you'd drink us all under the table even if we dared you not to. Plus, the old man's right. I've got training tomorrow with the rookies too, I'll catch you later mate."

-"Looks like it's you n me, lt. I knew you'd never leave me alone." Soap goes to get up and order another set of drinks for them, but ends up stumbling and holding the edge of the table for a bit too long before Ghost then stands up. "Alright, seargent, you've had enough it looks like. Let's head back before I have to throw you over my shoulder."

-Soap gives a sheepish grin and scratches the back of his neck. "Aye, lt. Let's get outta here." The walk back to base goes by without a hitch. Until Soap hears something that sounds like a cry coming from an alleyway just off post.

-"Ya hear that Ghost? Where's it comin from?" He's begins to look for the source of the sound as the larger man attempts to drag him towards the direction of the base. "Who knows, Johnny. It's fucking baltic out here an' youre worried about god knows wha- STAY out of that dumpster!"

-Soap doesn't listen as he begins to try and look underneath and around it to see where he's hearing the sounds from. A few seconds later Ghost hears, "Aw lt it's a wee kitten! We cannae just leave 'em out here. Gimme yer coat, he's cold."

-"Johnny what the bloody fuck do you think you're doing with tha-" "IT'S A KITTEN AND I'M TAKIN' EM TO MY ROOM SO I WON'T GET IN TROUBLE NOW HAND ME YER JACKET." Ghost rolls his eyes and sheds his outer layer, leaving him in his black crew neck and balaclava. He knows it's best to just give him the damn hoodie since it's the only way he'll be able to herd his seargent back to his room safely.

-Just before Ghost hands over his coat, Johnny comes out from the darkened alley with what he claims is a kitten. However, he yanks the hand holding his precious coat back once he sees what the other man is holding in his hands.

-"Johnny what the FOCK that is NOT a cat you bloody fuckin- put it DOWN NOW."

-The man gives his best big blue puppy eyes even though he doesn't realize what he's holding isn't a cat at all, but a baby raccoon he found digging around in the trash. "Can we keep him lt? Please he'll be good and we can call him Floof or Bringer of Death or whatever you wanna name him!"

-"Oh for fuck sake you idiot, put the damn thing back in the trash before you get rabies and then I'll have to do so much paperwork because of your dumbass. I swear to you I'll-."

-As Ghost carries on, Soap puts the little trash panda back where he found it, (albeit begrudgingly), and they walk home just a little bit faster. If only to warm each other up when they get there.

Ghost:

-Ghost gets sent on a solo op to the desert in the middle of bumblefuck nowhere. He's on a stake out mission, meant to gather intel from afar and report back to Watcher periodically over the span of several days.

-As the hours pass by in the blistering heat, Ghost is a sentinel, unmoving and unwavering and unseen. The man has been glued to his rifle for the past 72 hours, and there isn't a sight of hair nor hide of anything worth noticing or reporting since he landed.

-It's approximately 12 hours before he needs to pack up and head to the exfil site that he sees movement. "Bravo 0-7 to Watcher." "Watcher here 0-7, send traffic." "Got movement heading towards the compound. HVT confirmed, multiple armored vehicles, what looks to be a package being guarded for delivery." "Good work, Bravo. Keep an eye out for any reinforcements or sudden changes until further notice. Watcher out."

-It's only after he clicks off his comms that he feels movement coming from his pant leg. As calmly and quietly as he can while flat on his stomach, he wiggles out of his boot and removes the offender. A small, brown lizard doing it's damndest to hang on to his sock.

-He flicks it to the side, shakes his head in silence, and doesn't think about the incident until after he rendezvous with the bird.

-On the tarmac and sore to hell and back from being a statue for several days, his seargent greets him before he even steps out of the belly of the plane.

-"Lt! It's good to have you back." Ghost just nods his way, not unkindly--the exhaustion setting in quick now that he's returned. Soap sends a bright smile his way, and follows the older man all the way to the armory to turn in his gear, and then all the way to the captain's office for debrief, and then to his door to finally shower and fall into bed for the next 10 hours until he's needed again.

-Ghost doesn't have the mind to look either direction before pulling his sergeant into the room behind him, locking the door once it's closed. He dips his head to the other man's shoulder and wraps his arms around his back in a much needed embrace.

-"Let's get you washed up and in bed, mo ghraidh." Soap takes the lieutenant by the hand and leads him to the bathroom to begin shedding him of his many layers.

-It's when he gets to his cargos that he notices it. "Uh, lt?" "Yeah, Johnny?" "Whatcha got in there?" "Huh? In where?" Johnny gently pats the right side of his hip, where his deepest pocket lays from the side of his hip to the middle of his thigh.

-Simon reaches into his pocket and freezes. "You've gotta be shittin me." He pulls out from his pocket a small, wiggly brown lizard that followed him home in the safety of his pocket. All they could do was look at each other and laugh.

[rosaemoux]

part two of my magic batman magical au, here's part one:

Ok so we last left off with Bruce grieving Jason Todd, swearing he'll never take in another apprentice and isolating himself from his clan, substantially weakening Gotham's defences against malicious mages while Barbara desperately tries to get a hold of the city. Dick is currently in between getting his life together in the sister city Bludhaven after helping his friends during multiple travels around the world when suddenly Haley's Circus comes into town.

That's where Tim Drake decides to do something. The only heir to a new money family, Tim's parents weren't mages, his dad had a basic understanding of time magic while his mom was relatively good with ilusory magic but they never pursuit it over the passion of their life, archeology. Tim, however, always loved magic, loved the way mages would make miracles out of the ordinary and loved the way it tested the impossible. Tim loved the Clan of The Bats. He always did, ever since he was a child and first saw the beauty of Haley's Circus, when he saw The Flying Graysons for the first time.

A Lonely Place of Dying goes about the same way, the same with Rite Of Passage, except when Bruce screamed that the water was poisonous, Jack managed to reverse time around him for a few seconds in a powerful fit of desperation to save Janet's life, not caring about actually reversing time for himself though. So, both of Tim's parents end up in coma, Tim, now accepted as Bruce's newest apprentices, moves into the manor and formally starts training.

Unfortunately, Tim doesn't have the early training of Dick, nor the raw talent of Jason, so he struggles finding an affinity. Bruce decides to send him on a three week trip to Paris to train with his old teachers, The Rahul Lama, hopefully to get a new perspective and find what he's comfortable with. He does spend two weeks trying his best but ultimately failing before he gets pulled into a full blown conspiracy.

Lady Shiva decides to train him while they're at it, and for some reason, something just clicks. Her methods and way of seeing magic just works really well with Tim. When their manhunt against Edmund Dorrance is done, Shiva finally gets a lead on something she's been searching for a while, and Tim tags along with her mission while she teaches the path of ilusory magic, of perceiving into someone's mind and changing it to your will. It just turns out that the something was actually someone...

Flash forward, we have exact the point in which the story starts, with Tim arriving into Gotham Harbor, two months late with a girl, apparently Lady Shiva's daughter who currently doesn't have a name. Bruce almost has a heart attack, both extremely relieved that Tim is safe but also it's been two months who is this-

Cassandra – as Barbara would go on to name her – was a mage prodigy, being trained since the moment she was born to be a perfect weapon by her father. She had a very good understanding of all attributes of magic, with amazing spatial awareness and downright telepathic intuitive perception, at the cost of no understanding of language. Shiva mentioned something about a League of Shadows, but Tim isn't really sure what it is exactly, just that they wanted Cass to join them, but after killing someone for the first time and accidentally stealing their soul, she started to run away from them, mostly living in the streets before a friend of Shiva's found her in Hong Kong. Her and Tim are mostly attached at the hip to each other, inseparable.

Bruce and Barbara decided it would be safer and less stressful for Cass if she lived in the Clocktower instead of having to live in the manor. Time mostly passes without many events after that, with most of their focus being to make sure Cass adjusts well to Gotham and find ways to communicate with her. That is, until Tim stalked one of Bruce's missions despite being benched and met – promptly being hit in the face by a brick – Stephanie Brown.

She was a self taught prodigy of time magic, daughter of a lesser death mage, she was hellbent on spoiling all of her father's plans. Bruce didn't really like her motivation to practice magic, and did his best to try to get her to give up.

Tim and Steph quickly became close to each other, and as weeks passed it became clear that she wasn't going to leave the streets of Gotham no matter what. Bruce was peer pressured by everyone in his life to also accept Steph as an apprentice and actually train her before she got really hurt.

And so, The House of The Bat got three new mage students from very different backgrounds. (I like to think the vibes of the story sometimes are very much like Witch's Hat Atelier) Considering that Barbara has a litteral wizard's tower, she's usually the one who's trying to make sure each one of them goes though their mage's journey safely. She's helping them get a understanding of magic and of their affinity, her classes are very challenging, but not impossible.

Tim leans into Ilusory magic – I think him and Bruce should get pretty similar magic, but while Bruce leans into deceiving, Tim likes to perceive and understand other's mind – Steph gets better and better in Time magic, and to complement the two, Cass starts to study Physical magic.

Just thinking of three mage apprentices running away from rogues, getting into trouble and taking down magical mobsters during the night and having to study grueling hours of torture with Barbara. Thinking of Dick abducting them to a impromptu practical class (Babs is going to murder him). Thinking of Bruce having to deal with three children and messing up so much.

Thinking of Stephanie's death and how hard it would affect Tim and Cass. Thinking of Tim finding a mysterious book in his birthday presents, one that's written in some parts in a cypher that uses a combination of mandarin and arabic he spends months trying to solve. It is a necromancy guide, gifted out of indulging the question of what the little bats would do with it. After all, you only need a basic ritual and a death mage with a soul under their name.

A soul for a soul, an equal exchange.

[3seven-gambler]

#⌁꒰Cowgiɾl Bɑɾbie! ɾeɑdeɾ x RG! Ken dɑting heɑdcɑnons꒱

⋆ w𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 631

⋆ g𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: fluff, SFW

⋆ a/n: not proofread!

ken lives in my head rent free rn- also this is my first writing in a long time so this might not be the best sorry-.

⋆ When he first saw you arriving to Barbie Land was with your beautiful sparkly horse.

⋆ He thought you looked so good on your outfit! He wanted to go and put on his cowboy outfit so bad.

⋆ One time, he saw your striking horse standing alone, no sight of you near it. He took the chance and waited for you there while petting your horse.

⋆ -“Well, hello there, Ken” you said while walking closer to him, giving him a bright smile.

⋆ - “Hi Barbie!” he said with his characteristically smile and excitement in his sweet voice, while still stroking your horse softly.

⋆ You took notice of that -“You like horses?”

⋆ -“Horses are AMAZING” he said even with more excitement.

⋆ -“I see” you laughed softly because of his attitude. 

⋆ He looked at you with the softest eyes you had ever seen, like if they carried so much love and care.

⋆ And you had an idea then. -“Hey, would you like to go to my dream farm house, I got more horses there, and I could use so help to feed them all”.

⋆ He felt like if all his wishes had come true, or at least some of them.

⋆ He gladdly accepted, and so you got on your special horse and he sat behind you, hugging your waist.

⋆ You rode out of the city and got to a big farm with a stunning mansion and a big stable.

⋆ He finally had a real best day ever, before all he nedeed was a look from Stereotypical Barbie; but then when he met you, everything just felt even more right.

⋆ Months went by and the two of you become super really close. Every other Barbie, Ken and also Allan took quick notice of that.

⋆ You two had a thing going, at least you thought that. You knew, from what other Barbies and Allan told you, about Ken’s big crush on Stereo Barbie, but how she didn’t feel the same way. But did he keep having those feelings towards her?

⋆ Hopefully, when you were hanging out with Ken one day he asked you out, making all your worries go away.

⋆ The two of you were on a date he planned with all his heart, he wanted this to be THE perfect date. He told you to get Starry, your ultimate spacial horse, and guided the two of you to a super special location on the beach. After a while, with all of his courage asked you -“Would you like us to be girlfriend and boyfriend?” while closing his eyes and crossing his fingers. When you said yes, he asked for permission to kiss you, and you answered by graving him softly by his cheeks and giving him a sweet long kiss.

⋆ He plans the best dates ever. Picnics, horse rides together, beach days, and many cute things.

⋆ He’s literally such a sweetheart. Whenever he’s with you -which is all the time now-, he makes sure to have all your favorite things at hand and also things for Starry.

⋆ He spends a lot of time in your house; he visits you every day now that you are together.

⋆ He helps you out feeding and taking care of the horses, and of course you have a great time as well since he’s really good at it and he’s a great company as well.

⋆ He makes sure to have matching outfits with you, always.

⋆ He cried hard when, after a while, you asked him to move in into your ‘farm’.

⋆ He took a full sense of responsability to take care of the house and the horses.

⋆ He just wants to show you how much he appreciates what you have done for him. After all, you gave him all he could wish for: love, a place to call home, and horses<3.

❥ 𝖱𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽. || 𝖣𝖮 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝖱𝖤𝖯𝖮𝖲𝖳/𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖲𝖫𝖠𝖳����.

[booquip]

Firstly I wanted to say thanks so much for all the love on my first post! I enjoyed writing it a lot and hope you all had a fun time reading it! I hope you all enjoy this one just the same! ☺️☺️ Not going to lie I really struggled to incorporate two head cannons I had into a one shot fic, so apologies if the writing is super mangled. ): As always feedback and constructive criticism is appreciated!! (I haven’t caught up with JJK in a minute so sorry if my memory is hazy causing me to use incorrect info.)

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x fem!Reader x Geto Suguru

Summary: Satoru seeing you before him and Suguru leave for a mission. (written from multiple POV's) ( I like to think that along with Satoru's lack of spacial awareness he lacks emotional awareness when it comes to himself while Suguru is like okay I feel this way now wtf do I do, which both of them can bond on once Suguru helps Satoru realize he’s not dying and that he is in fact in love with reader.)

word count: 1,149

 “Gojo-san!” You say with that airy smile you always have. You go on even more missions than them yet how do you always manage to have a smile on your face? You run up to him still all smiles and giggles. Why is it that you’re always running? And why did you look so beautiful running towards him? Your hair was flowing heedlessly down your shoulders as you came to a stop. Both of you sitting on the grass as he rests his head in your lap. (It became routine ever since he had spotted you one day reading a book lying on the grass mindlessly munching on whatever snack it was that you were eating that day.)

He looks up only to be met with those encapsulating doe eyes of yours. Many would argue that his eyes were the ones full of prowess but how could that be true when one look from your glistening eyes had him falling to his knees. He was having the worst of worst days about…wait what was it about again?

Ha- See what he means?

“Ahh Gojo-san are you listening?” Your voice jolts him out of his spiral. How long had you been speaking for? He scratches the back of his neck letting out a light laugh. Your face mere inches away from his. The words had come out of his mouth before he had time to stop them.

“You have pretty eyes Y/N.”

He feels heat rush to his face as the words pored out of him.

You feel as if the world around you both has been silenced. No not silenced you think, it’s almost like it has decided that just the two of you are allowed to bask in its beauty. You slowly blink at the notion of his words, beginning to come back to your senses. Has he gone mad? The Satoru Gojo, complimenting the likes of you. You wanted to hear it more, hear him more. He probably—no he deffinetly didn’t mean it like that. Gojo-san is known for his outbursts and this was just one of them. You make attempts to ease the fast paced thoughts. If there truly was no meaning behind his words, why did his voice sound so sultry so—

“hahaaha jeez Y/N you take everything so seriously.”

You notice him hide his face in his hands and you think it’s just to mask his laughter so you dismiss his words all together.

“Ah my apologies Gojo-san didn’t you have a mission to attend to with Geto-san?”

Why did you ignore his comment? He knew he dismissed it first. He knew it was unwarranted but still— did you just not take it, take him, seriously— why is he so angry right now? Why does he feel as though his heart has been ripped out of his chest? Why does he feel dejected? Why? Why? Why?

The furrow in his brows is uncommon to you and before you can question it, you feel a hand gently graze the top of your hair. You look up to see the one and only Suguru covering the glaring sun from your field of view as you peered up to look at him. "Ah Geto-san, hello!"

Satoru's voice is whiney while he speaks his distaste for the mission. “Ugghhh do I really have to go? I would much rather stay here.” Suguru sighs in contrast to Satoru it's almost foreign to hear him complain. “Yes, Satoru we unfortunately do also the auxiliary manager is going to get mad if we don’t show up soon.” Oh that's when you’re reminded you almost forgot the main reason you approached Gojo-san in the first place.

“Geto-san before you leave take these!” As you pull out the coffee-caramel flavored hard candies from your pocket and into his hand, he looks at you with the most quizzical expression.

“You don’t like the taste of curses, do you?”

He looks at you wide eyed, you take that as a sign to continue.

“I know these won’t change the taste also that your not much of a fan for sweets hence the coffee flavor, but I hope that it makes you forget even if it’s just for a little while. Please eat them after your missions! I hope you find them useful!” Your explanation (that wasn't really an explanation) still has him stunned. You had only went on one mission with them. Was he that terrible at masking it? No he was sure he did well as Satoru never questioned him for it.

For an airhead you sure are observant.

And that's when it hit him the realization crashing down on him all at once. How could he not have seen it sooner? The way he would smile at the mere thought of getting to see you in class. The way his cheeks would heat up whenever it was just the two of you alone. The way he would always go out of his way to make you smile. Oh your breathtaking smile. It was contagious, motivating others on the most depressing of days. He could internally beat him self up right now for being so dumb.

He was in love with you.

And with the way his best friend looked at you he was sure that he felt the same way too.

He's pulled out of his trance when he hears you about to apologize. “I’m sor-"

“Thank you Y/N.”

He says with a smile so sincere, it's then and only then you finally understand why people would go to the end's of the earth for their loved ones. You would go to the ends of the earth for your friends even if it meant killing yourself in the process. It would have all been worth while-- His smile was so precious— so welcoming you couldn’t help but return it hoping to reciprocate even a sliver of the energy back. Is it selfish to wish for this moment to last forever? You three in this moment without the fear of curses? Was that really such a selfish ask?

Satoru laying in your lap while Suguru is on your side shoulders almost touching. Satoru makes a loud pout. “Hey… where’s my candy.” You can’t help but let out a deep belly laugh, sometimes he is just so predictable. You couldn't decipher his face when he heard you laugh since he had quickly gone back to pouting. “What are you laughin fo-“ He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before you peel a birthday cake flavored toffee and slip it into his mouth. “ Haha I’m sorry Gojo-san, sometimes you really are just so predictable.” Suguru also can’t help but laugh at the spectacle before him. Satoru keeps his head in your lap for the duration of your time together. As all your laughing dies down, you can’t help but feel content in this moment. Continuing to selfishly wish it would last a lifetime…

Jeez im super tired after writing this. It takes way longer than one would expect. This took like 9 hour's to write with no breaks and it could still use some tweaks ( I'm just super lazy haha) Props to all writers out there because this shit is so draining. Again feedback and constructive criticism is alway appreciated love you all!! Oh wait I would love to make readers strength contrast with her personality like she's super clueless in every other sense but smart in battle and before Gojo or Geto she becomes the first special grade but I'm not too sure. Im just tired of seeing the weak Y/N trope lol.

[spacebaby1]

After you (PART 5)

(Reader!Nanami's widower / Gojo Satoru)

It's been two days since you last talked to Satoru. However, you have been holding it better than the last few days. You were sitting on the couch feeding Yuji while Choso was watching the TV sitting in front of you when you heard the bell rang, followed with a few knocking. Carefully, you placed Yuji on the pillow as he slept and made your way towards the door. Opening the door, you noticed Suguru; who you haven't seen in a while since he was abroad on work trip. Your eyes widened, and you both immediately went for a hug, Suguru and you were childhood friends. "Oh Gosh, I missed you, I'm so so sorry for your loss, beautiful girl." His words made your tears fall like a river, after all you weren't holding on as strongly as you thought, "I'm sorry I wasn’t there for you, I tried to leave as soon as I could. Shhh. " He caressed your hair.

"Suguru" you cried pulling away and whipped your tears with your sleeves as he still held you to his side, "come in, when did you arrive in Tokyo?" You asked letting him and shutting the door.

He turned to look at you, "just few minutes ago, I immediately drove here to see you, I was worried you haven't been replying to anyone, not even satoru." He said as you invited him to the living-room. You shrugged, "I think I was just tired and with the kids." Suguru placed his gentle hand on your head, "it's okay, as long as you are okay and the kid-"

"Sugu!" Choso ran to hug his leg. "Ohh, look at you getting big, oh my you're heavy." Suguru said lifting Choso throwing him in air and catching him earning giggles from the little boy.

"You drove here instead of getting home? The girls probably miss you Suguru." You said as you both sat on the couch and Choso ran to watch his cartoon. "I called the girls and don't worry they are with mom. Besides they're out for the day and I thought I'll check up on you first."

You smiled looking at your hands, "plus is little bear sleeping? I wanna hold him, gimmy gimmy I wanna bite him." You laughed at how Suguru called Yuji ""a little bear"" since he was in his warm bear onesie. You placed half sleepy Yuji in Suguru's arms, "hello, you little bear" Suguru kissed your sons cheek gently rocking him in his arms, you just sat there when Choso decided to jump in your arms, eyes heavy watching Suguru rock Yuji in his arms. In his mind Suguru reminded him of how Nanami would hold Yuji, "hey, baby. You okay?" You kissed his chubby cheeks and choso hugged you nuzzling his fluffy head in your neck, "you miss daddy?" You whispered and Choso nodded hugging your chest. Suguru held back his tears as he watched Choso's lost gaze at his baby brother. Carefully Suguru placed now sleeping baby yuji on the pillow and opend his arms, "come here! Who's my big boy?" Choso smiled a little running into Suguru's arms. You took Yuji from the couch and placed his in his little stroller.

"Look at your hair, we matching, look?" Suguru pointed at his shoulder length hair with a smile that was hiding tears and you looked away afraid that you'll start crying. They all loved your Nanami as much if not more than you; he was spacial to then all and now he wasn't there.

"Let's go out? Take the kids out?" Suguru suggested as he was caressing Choso's hair as he had his head pressed against Suguru's chest. You shrugged, "I don't know, I don't feel like it-"

Suguru held your hand with his empty one, "come on, just for a little bit? To change the atmosphere? What do you say Cho? Should we go to a café that has many many many sweets? Bet Satoru would like to join us. What do you say?"

Your son beamed at the mention of his favourite uncle, "yay! 'Toru's comin?" Choso asked.

You couldn't deny your kids from anything that made them happy even if it was seeing your best friend right now. "What do you say mama? Café? Please please?" Suguru and Choso pouted at you. With a small chuckle you nodded. Suguru pulled out his phone, "I'll text Satoru then, want me to help Choso change?" Suguru asked and you smiled, "sure, I'll go change to." Suguru stood up with Choso in his arms holding his high he spoke, "come on superman, let's get you ready." Choso giggled as Suguru flew him in the air still holding him carefully. And you followed after to your room.

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At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 17.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor

Warnings For This Chapter: Breast Play, Daddy Kink, Squirting, Love Making, Pregnant Sex, Jeongguk Being Fuckin' Filthy, Praise, Begging, Creampie // Taehyung Acting Up As Per Usual

Jeongguk was only without you for a month but during that time he forgot what it was like to lay in bed with you.

He forgot how you cuddled close to him in the chilly mornings, burying your face into his chest with childlike stubbornness. He forgot how you almost always softly whinged when he kissed the top of your head to wake you up. And he almost forgot how beautiful and incredible it feels to have your limbs tangle with his in the wee hours of daybreak.

Now that he's moved into your mansion, now that he has all of his belongings here, he finds himself appreciating the mornings even more.

You're not as sick as you were when you first found out you were pregnant but you're still exhausted all the same. Nothing wakes you up anymore, your hormones make you lay in bed like a lump on a log until his child deems it acceptable to rouse awake.

Curling his hand around your flat stomach, his lips drift softly over your shoulder.

To know he's bringing a life into this world with the woman he adores more than anything makes him constantly euphoric day in and day out.

It's funny to think that in just two weeks he'll be accompanying you to the wedding he was hired to go to so long ago. It's almost as if everything is coming full circle.

Drifting his lips to your hair, his eyes squeeze shut. There's such peace here at this moment. There's a serenity that cannot be matched and he's simply basking in its wonder.

This mansion you explicitly used to shelter yourself from the outside world is a newly defined place that you'll be raising a little life. All of the meaningless emptiness of the grand estate will have child-like giggles and babbling.

Tracing his thumb over your swollen womb, your once again boyfriend thinks of all the possibilities within this home.

Your whinge alerts him that you're waking up and it brings a soft smile to his pierced lips.

When Hawking hears that noise, he jumps onto the bed with curious excitement and your boyfriend lifts his head with wide eyes as a warning. His dog, now your dog as well, is so big and goofy that he has no spacial awareness. And if something happens to you or the baby, Guk will never forgive himself.

"Mornin'," you murmur to the Great Dane who doesn't heed his owner's cautious look.

Burrowing his face into your breasts, you cringe visibly and Guk is sitting up in an instant.

"Come on, dude," he hisses, pushing the dog's face softly away from you.

"It's okay, he doesn't understand," you reply sweetly, kissing the top of Hawking's head.

Everything about you lately has been swelling and aching, it's uncomfortable to be sure.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," your boyfriend whispers.

"It's okay, really," you promise, turning towards him.

Jeongguk lays himself back down, giving you a smile that is devastatingly handsome. He's so in love, he's so excited to become a parent with you that it's readily apparent on his features.

"How're my babies?" he coos, combing some hair back behind your ear.

"Tired," you breathe, which makes him nod in turn, "hungry, achy, crampy, emotional. I could go on."

He chuckles then, the sound making your bones almost jello-like.

You haven't been up to wearing your nightgowns to bed lately, the fabric that goes over your breasts is too restricting. So when your boyfriend looks you over in full, he can't help the way that his tongue slowly licks over his bottom lip.

The darkened veins around your swollen tits makes him almost frenzied with wanting but he's been respectful since you took him back.

Cupping your chest with his large, warm hands, he kneads the swollen skin very softly with his fingers.

Your whine lets him know how much you adore it and suddenly he's disregarding his huge dog beside you to crawl over you.

He rests his backside on the balls of his feet working to soothe your aches and pains immediately. Your skin is hot under his hands, almost as if you have a fever just on your chest.

You groan softly, letting your head loll back at the simple relief.

"You're so beautiful, I love you so much," Guk avows.

"We love you too," you whisper through clenched teeth.

To say you've gotten used to being pregnant is an understatement. It took you a few days, surely, you were frightened and scared beyond all belief at first but your boyfriend has ingrained in you just how much he adores this and you and his baby. So, it didn't take you so long to come to terms that you're growing a life inside you.

Bending down, Guk presses soft kisses to your areola. When you gasp loudly, making Hawking jump with fright beside you, your boyfriend finds his cock stirring.

"Feels good, baby?" he hisses, wrapping his lips around your puffy, dark nipple.

He suckles gently, suddenly forgetting the need to calm your aches and pains. His hand toys with the stiffening peak, rolling it ever so slowly between his thumb and index finger.

"Daddy, God!" you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut tightly.

"Mhm," he groans against your skin soothingly, flicking the tip of his tongue to your bud.

His free hand trails lazily over your side, stopping shortly to graze along your swollen womb before continuing on it's long path but before he can even get there you're yelping out like you're about to orgasm.

His eyebrows furrow and he suckles harder against you, pinching and rolling just that much more fervently and when his hand reaches the apex of your thighs, you scream his name with heady pleasure.

Your arousal squirts out of you and coats his hand, body trembling with satisfaction and he lifts his head with a curiously triumphant smile.

"Cumming just by your tits? That's new," he breathes, stroking at his cock.

Your juices make his long, hard cock slick and he positions himself at your entrance with a raised eyebrow.

"Can you handle this right now, baby?" he inquires softly, drifting his hand over your cheek.

With a whinge, your hands coast up his heavily inked arms. You stare up at him with heavily sated eyes that seem to twinkle with the need for more.

"Give it to me," you beg softly.

That's all he needs to hear.

Entering you slowly, his mouth drops open at the sheer warmth and wetness. Your cunt is like a fucking siphon around him and he lets out a strangled groan at the feeling.

His elbows purchase themselves over your shoulders and he kisses you slowly and passionately as you adjust to the intrusion of his thick cock.

"Your pussy feels so different," Guk whines against your lips, "feels so fucking good."

You hook your hand around the back of his head, needing him so close to you.

"I love you," you whisper, looking up at him with soft, needy eyes that makes his cock throb within you.

"I love you too," he promises, pulling out almost all the way before slowly thrusting back inside.

This isn't a rough fuck, this isn't a quick thing that horny lovers do. He sets a slow, deep pace that makes your loins quiver. He's making love to you. He's showering you with every ounce of passion that he can to show you how grateful he is that you're with child.

"Oh fuck!" you squeak out, feeling his lips trail from your lips to your jaw and downward.

He suckles at your nipples once again, adoring how your legs butterfly open for more. Your arousal is messy and abundant, earning the most pornographic noises as he fucks you diligently.

"You're so fucking incredible," Guk hisses, licking at your nipple until your back is bowing off the bed.

He takes this opportunity to curl his arm around you, pulling you closer to him as his strokes begin to quicken.

"O-Oh! Daddy!" you blubber out, combing your fingers through his hair.

"That's it, sweetheart. Good girl," he praises, suckling at your sensitive flesh harder.

Your nails scratch at his skin, leaning pretty red lines he'll surely be tracing with his fingers later in the day.

"I can't wait till your bigger, till I can set you on your knees and fuck you from behind like an animal. I'm gonna hold your belly so tightly while you throw it back to me like a little slut. Your swollen pretty tits are gonna leak milk everywhere, begging to mother my baby. Fuck," he hisses, fucking into you harder.

He doesn't know where those hopes and dreams came from but he's pretty sure they've been laying thick on his mind since the minute he got you into bed the first time.

His irises burn with an intensity that makes your breath catch. He believes what he's saying, he wants you to do every vile and nasty thing with your pregnant body that he can and it only brings you closer to the edge.

There's a bubble growing and growing within your loins, it's expanding at a rapid pace and when he sits up and flips you over like you weigh nothing, the explicit show of strength makes you almost want to fall off the precipice then.

His chest lays over your back, hand cupping your small, swollen womb. His lips tug at your earlobe and you can only cry out in a semblance of babbles as he begins to fuck you stupid.

"I'm gonna worship you and this pregnant belly until my last fucking day. I want you to walk around this mansion stark naked with your big stomach in your hands and my cum running down your fucking thighs," he hisses, nibbling at your skin softly.

There's a demon within him now, some sort of incredibly aroused being that you can't help but want to bend your will to.

"Y-Yes, daddy! Please!"

"Yeah?" your boyfriend coos sweetly, "you want that? You want me to fuck your little pregnant cunt everyday? You want to drip with me everywhere you go? You want to hold your belly for me while you suck my cock or take it deep inside you?"

You nod incessantly, sobbing as his hand hooks around to the apex of your thighs. He rubs short, quick circles to your swollen clit, groaning at how tight you're getting around him.

You like this too apparently, you love the imagery, much like him.

"Fuck, throw it back to me, baby," he hisses, lifting himself off of your back.

His free hand slowly coasts over your spine while the other continues it's diligent work between your legs.

With every stroke he gives, you meet it and he moans loudly at the feeling. His head lolls back at the euphoria of it all and when he hooks his hand around your waist to pull you back even faster, you can't help the bubble within you as it's about to explode.

"Fuck, I feel it. That's my girl! Let go," Jeongguk praises, spreading your legs wider with his knees.

With a loud whimper, your body lets go. Your orgasm feels like shards of ice upon your body and you can barely register the slew of curses your boyfriend strings together behind you.

"Oh holy fucking shit," he whines, fucking you harder and faster until his thrusts become stunted and shorter.

With a deeply bassed groan, he spills his seed inside of you.

"My God," he sighs softly, pulling out slowly and laying down beside you.

He opens his arms and smiles as you immediately coddle to him, laying your face down on his chest.

"I love you," he whispers, running his hand over your womb.

"I love you too," you murmur, deeply sated.

As you begin to draw random shapes onto his chiseled chest, he stares down at you with adoration slowly creeping into his bones.

You, the mother of his baby, how deeply he fucking loves you.

"One, two, three," Guk counts, groaning loudly as he and his two best friends begin to set up gym equipment in the basement he didn't even know you owned.

You're giving him free reign within this mansion now. You're really starting to come to terms with sharing your life with him.

"Still don't like it," Tae murmurs, looking around the pristine basement.

"Oh my God, give it a rest!" Jimin hisses, setting down the rowing equipment.

Jeongguk has gotten used to ignoring the pretty boy lately. Nothing ever seems good enough for him anymore.

"She fucking lied to him! She withheld that she was fucking pregnant!"

Guk turns away from the both of them, grabbing his water.

"She was confused! She was scared! Christ, imagine you were a girl and you got pregnant so soon! How would you feel?!" Chim gripes back, folding his arms.

"I am not her!" Taehyung hisses, his voice slowly getting louder and louder with each word, "if she was fucking smart, she would have told him from the fuckin beginni-"

Jeongguk sighs loudly, spinning around and pressing his forearm against his best friend's chest until he backs him up into the wall. His eyes are wide with anger and ferocity.

"You are raising your voice in the mother of my baby's house. You're talking shit when she's right fucking upstairs. She was scared and nervous! Don't you think for a fucking second that I won't kick your ass where you stand just because we're friends! I'm sick of your shitty attitude, dude. I'm spending the rest of my life with this woman! Have some goddamn respect. If you wanna bitch and complain you can take it outside this fucking house and away from me! I'm sick of it."

Jimin puts his hand delicately on your boyfriend's arm, watching it shake with anger and fury.

"I said it's enough," Guk hisses finitely, letting Taehyung go.

The pretty boy fixes his shirt immediately after being let go, rolling his eyes at the sudden flair of anger.

"Y'know," the father of your child grunts, grabbing a beer from the new mini fridge beneath the bar you've only just installed yesterday, "Tae, you're one of the biggest fucking hypocrites I know. If you had one ounce of understanding in your body, you'd see just how fucked up you've been. You always complain about Y/N, about others and how if you were that person how differently you'd do things. Well guess what? You're not them. So shut the fuck up. I'm goddamn tired of you acting like you're the king of the universe and you never do any wrong. It's annoying."

Jimin clears his throat softly, nudging the pretty boy who simply huffs out and folds his arms.

"So you don't like it when I speak my mind? We're friends. Isn't that what friends do? Listen?" Taehyung counters, sitting down on the rowing equipment.

Guk snorts into the beer can as he takes a sip. He shakes his head softly, knowing that nothing he says will get through to his older friend no matter how much he tries. "Just keep your comments about my girl to yourself from now on. Or you'll regret it."

"Guk-" Jimin begins only to be cut off by the pretty boy.

"Oh yeah? And how will I regret it?"

"You'll lose the chance to ever see my baby grow up. I'm going to be a father, I have to make decisions that are right for me and my family."

Tae simply freezes, tilting his head to the youngest's threat. "That's vile."

"You're being vile towards my-"

"Gukkie?"

Your boyfriend's head snaps up and he's standing in an instant to greet you as you descend down the basement stairs.

"Hey sweetheart," he murmurs, walking over to you and placing both of his hands on your side.

"Are you okay?" you inquire, running your hands softly over his inked bare chest.

"Yeah! We're fine down here. What's wrong?" he replies, kissing the top of your head.

"I heard yelling," you whisper, looking up at him with doe-like, sweet eyes.

Just the sight kills him and he doesn't know how Taehyung could ever say anything bad about you.

"Oh, no, baby don't worry. We're alright down here. The boys are gonna leave soon and then I'm gonna make dinner for us," he coos softly, coursing a sweet hand over your cheek.

"Don't rush on my account. I'm just gonna go relax in the garden for a bit."

"How do you feel? Should you be laying down?" Guk asks sweetly, already forgetting the other two men in the room.

"I don't feel sick so I want to walk around for a while," you answer him, looking over at Jimin and Taehyung to give them a soft smile.

"Well that's good. I'm glad you're feeling alright," your boyfriend breathes, smiling down at you with his pearly whites.

You kiss his cheek softly before beginning your ascent back upstairs and he turns to his two friends.

"Thank you for helping me set up the gym, you're both more than welcome to come over and use it if you keep the mother of my baby's name out of your fucking mouths."

"I didn't say anything!" Jimin gasps, widening his eyes.

"Good, don't," Guk hisses, folding his arms.

Taehyung simply shakes his head, standing up off of the bench and rolling his eyes.

"What's your problem now?!" Chim groans, lolling his head back.

"Nothing," Tae replies, heading up the stairs and out of sight.

Your boyfriend simply holds up his hands, shaking his head. "He's really sensitive for someone that bitches about others constantly."

Jimin can only hum in agreement, chasing after the pretty boy with a sigh.

If there's one thing that Guk will do, he'll fight for you time and time again without any care for others.

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Loki’s first Christmas

Creating a family: You and Loki are trying to have a baby, but it’s harder than it seems.

Ordinary Life for an Ordinary Prince : As a former prince of Asgard it is hard for Loki to adjust to his new lifestyle which consists of working and being tired all the time. Thankfully, you are there to make things better.

Forever?: You and Loki have been together for two years. Are you willing to make it forever?

Kintsugi: Every scar has a story, but does it mean you should hate them?

Exquisite: When your insecurities show up Loki is there to remind you of your beauty

Please forgive me:Loki wants to keep you safe but you don’t like their methods

Welcome to Asgard: You visit Asgard and meet Frigga who quickly notices the way Loki looks at you

True colors: As a healer your job was to take care of the staff in the palace but when the younger prince comes to you in the middle of the night a secret is revealed and bad choices are made.

Best friends fur-ever: Loki brings home a tiny cat who quickly steals both of your hearts

Jackie and Wilson: Loki used to hate Midgardians but something changed when he met you

Silent love confessions: Loki says something they didn’t mean for you to hear.

Ace of hearts:  Loki invited you to her apartment to celebrate the day of love, hoping to take your relationship to the next level but your date went in a different direction.

Querencia:  After months of hard work you have finally achieved what you dreamed of. Loki is happy because of your success but how do you explain a god that you don’t quite share the enthusiasm?

The only one that matters: It’s a party at the tower and Loki can’t help but to feel insecure about your relatiomship with them.

New year, new love: Your boyfriend left you for another woman but Loki is there to pick up the broken pieces. During that time your crush on the god becomes something more but your own insecurities won’t let you make the first move.

While I breathe, I hope: You were sent on a mission with Loki as your partner but things didn’t go as planned.

Battlescars: Loki knocks on your door, bringing with him a sense of urgency. Something has gone wrong. What is it? How do you handle it? Is Loki coming to you first, or are you the last resort.

The beginning of something great: You and Loki celebrate the god’s birthday and you have a very important question to ask them

A lesson in ice skating:  We have read so many times about Loki teaching the Reader how to ice skate but what if this time it’t the god of mischief himself needs help. In other words you take Loki ice skating and it resolves in, well, you will need to read it to find out <insert wink face>

Halloween: Loki agreed to go trick or treating with Peter and finally starts to believe he deserves to be called a hero

Broken mirrors: During one of his depressive episodes Loki wonders if someone like him would ever be worthy of you. Will your love be enough to keep him alive?

My Silly Midgardian:  Loki’s friend/crush has the flu. Loki having no knowledge  about midgardian diseases panics and tries his best to make her feel better.

Sunflower: Loki couldn’t understand what was so spacial about sunflowers. Why you found them so beautiful and magestic. After all it was just a plant, wasn’t it?

The one with the pillow fort and lovestruck God:  You and Loki decided to build a pillow fort

Could a human love a monster :  Loki is again in a spirale of negative thoughts but can your feeling for him change the way he sees himself

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Coffee scented love: After a long day at work you come home to your favourite trickster

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[crowdeerdire]

Meet Wren Warwick! I love, love, LOVE Keyframes Spring Demo! PLUS having them release a template to make something for your own MC... Chef kiss! But gosh this took me so long to do... Extra fun facts below the cut!

Comes from a family of lawyers, so felt like she had to become a lawyer in some way

If asked she what she would rather do, she will avoid the topic unless she is close with you (she really wants to become a Botanist, thus the biology minor/plant biology minor)

She has always been a people pleasure and bent to everyone elses will and despite being aware of that, she finds it hard to stop. So this year! She will try to do things for herself!

pretty good cook and likes to learn about foraging so she can gather ingredients

might be a bit frugal lol

people have said she was born with two left feet... she just doesn't have spacial awareness...

Can see alright without her glasses - Mostly needs them for seeing things from afar (near sighted)

Fun fact about her necklace! It's not really one but a long string used for making string tricks like Jacob Ladder, Kitty Whiskers and other things. She would show off what she knows but honestly she forgets she's wearing it 90% of the time

very shy and timid at first, but once she opens up to you she's a frickin weirdo

loves video games, especially cozy farming games, simulation games and visual novels :)

5'3'' in height

From the west coast of Canada. Choose this school because it was beautiful and it got her as far away from her family as possible without going across the ocean

Not the greatest relationship with her family :)))) Mainly her mother :))))

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(Scenario: Funk Branch is sleeping over at Vacay Island after Band Together and Bruce is concerned about Branch's 20+ steps skincare routine)

Bruce: Look Bitty- Branch, I know you have this whole ~heartdrop~ thing going on back at your place... But I hope you know that you don't need all these products and routines to "stay beautiful" or to "life-up to the standards of a heartdrop". You're young, you have amazing skin-

Branch: Oh, you can chill. This ain't for glam, my man!

Bruce: -Wait, what?

Branch: Yeah, my guy.

Bruce: But... But, then what is all this???

Branch: It's all medical, B-man, it's all medical. When you live for the science, you gotta take your precautions.

Bruce: Uh... Elaborate.

Branch: Most definitely, lets see... I have here anti multiverse-travel related celular decomposition lotion, anti space-radiation lotion, this creme decreases your chances of developing spacial skin deterioration decease during time-travel, this one helps prevent spontaneous combustion, vitamin d, vitamin c, vitamin x, sunscreen, starscreen, space-travel related celular decomposition lotion, anti spontaneous hair sentience creme, birth control, my testosterone shot, iron supplements, critter repellent, smooth jazz repellent, this face mask IS technically anti-aging but my ma made me use it because it also helps you sleep and muses know I do need that! Oh, this creme is for-

Bruce: I got it, I got it!

I could use some smooth jazz repellent

[polish-art-tournament]

photography round 1 poll 3

Two souls amidst the winter night by Laura Makabresku, 2023:

[there is a discussion thread on reddit about possible methods of manipulating a photo to get results like this; as far as i know the artist has never disclosed how she did it]

propaganda: For me, it really captures that feeling that lovers have of being the only 2 people in the world. It's also so cozy, minimalistic so the light and shadows do all the work, and the color contrasts are beautiful. really evocative and comforting

about the author: she is one of us: lauramakabresku.tumblr.com

submitted by @slaviclore

Afterbeauty (series) by Marta Zgierska, 2019:

submitted description: photographic work of sculptures by the artist, the sculptures are abstract forms made out of the waste from beauty face masks

propaganda: The artists describes this work "yet it remains a kind of self-portrait" through the lines of abstraction, deliberately this is a photograph, reducing the spacial aspect of the sculpture, deliberately it is a sculpture working with negative space instead of being of the person themself - there are univeral questions of self and masks, as well as gendered ideas playing in my head when I see this work.

the series (link)

[xdivyxd]

Long nights and braiding your hair

Word count : 374

Pairing: young!Sirius Black x gender neutral!Reader

Description : during a late night when none of you manage to fall asleep you decided to braid Sirius' hair

Genre: fluff

Warning : none

Obviously not my fan art

Sirius set down on the floor in the Gryffindor common room, i was sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace, it was late at night, but neither of us were tired or sleepy for some strange reason (caffeine) and i decided that i wanted to braid Sirius' hair.

His beautiful longish black hair was so soft and so healthy and that made kinda jealous.

"How do you keep your hair so soft?" I bened down to rest my cheen on his shoulder, he gave me a small kiss on the cheek, making me blush

'god i will never get used to this' i thought to myself, still feeling so incredibly lucky that he wanted to be with me.

"I really don't know love, maybe I'm just perfect like that" he said with a smirk and i chuckled lightly and gave him a little smack on his arm and got back to work

Sectioning his hair into three sections, trying to make the perfect braid, but he  kept moving and shifting around

"stop moving around and let me braid your hair!!" My tone was angry but we both knew it was just an act, Sirius laughed at my frustration and straightened up

"Aye aye captain" i couldn't help but smile at his silliness and continued my work.

After a few more minutes, i tied up the braid and looked at it "done" i said put loud as he turned to look at me with a smile "how do i look?"

I looked at him with a frown "you're really not that spacial" i said with a smile, biting my lower lip

He pulled me down from the couch to the floor next to him "if I'm not that spacial why can't you stop looking at me all the time?" He teased

I pulled him by his shirt into a kiss, my heart still skipping a beat everytime we touch.

Even though we've beem together for five months, he still gave me butterflies

"Fine, got me... You're hot Black" i smiled at him

"i love you y/n y/l/n"

I looked at him, processing the meaning of his words, the first I've heard them from him.

"I love you too Sirius Black"

[ladylilithprime]

Day 17: Wings

(Follows Day 7, wherein Chekhov's Lube from Day 6 makes its return appearance.)

THE POWER COMING back on roused Sam from his comfortable doze beneath his angel blanket, the lights and television coming to life again nearly blinding after the comfortable dimness of the electric candle. He groaned and attempted to bury his face in the sweep of soft dark feathers before his brain had quite caught up with him and he dropped his head back into the pillows with an embarrassed and apologetic flush. Above him, Castiel slowly let out the breath he had quickly indrawn at the nuzzle to his left wing and favored Sam with a soft smile.

"If you will let me up for just a moment, I will turn the lights back off," he offered, then added in gently teasing answer to the question Sam couldn't make himself ask aloud, "And I will come right back."

"Should probably turn off the TV, too," Sam mumbled, wincing. The previously pleasantly quiet documentary on birds had, in the intervening hours of the power outage, switched over to a much more high energy presentation on monster truck rallies, with flashing lights and the revving of suped up engines.

He reluctantly opened his arms (and hands) to release the angel, unable to resist letting his eyes drop to take in Castiel's naked form as he sat up. He tried to keep his eyes from straying too far, but it was practically impossible. Castiel was completely without shame in his nakedness-- and the angel certainly had nothing to be ashamed about! Even aside from the solidly built and decently maintained physical body that used to belong to Jimmy Novak, Castiel made no move to return his wings to whatever plane he kept them on most of the time.

They weren't actually black, Sam noticed helplessly. While the feathers along the upper parts of the wings were dark, and very dark close to the base, the color was a lot closer to purple or indigo and shading down into brighter shades of amethyst, cobalt, even flashes of emerald and tiny flecks of silver near the tips of each feather. There were other marks, patches where the feather growth was uneven hinting at past injuries and slow regeneration, but those places couldn't detract at all from the majestic beauty of them. Or their size. Even though he was obviously keeping them manifested for Sam's viewing, at least if that heated sideways look was any indication, Castiel still kept them partially folded, out of what Sam guessed to be spacial considerration for the dimensions of the motel room, lifting or drawing them in to avoid knocking into furniture.

The television was switched off, dropping the room back into comfortable silence, and then Castiel was crossing to the light switch by the door and incidentally presenting Sam with an unobstructed view of his wings perfectly framing the length of his spine and the muscled curves of his ass. Sam's dick twitched with interest, reminding him of his own naked state. Heat rushed through him, embarrassment as much as arousal, and he fought the urge to pull his legs up to hiding his rapidly returning erection.

The lights went out, shrouding Castiel from view as Sam's eyes struggled to adjust yet again to the change in light levels, and he lowered his eyes to blink at his own hand tangled in the sheets. Just for a moment. Just to readjust, to catch his breath....

"Sam," Castiel murmured from somewhere near the foot of the bed. "Are you feeling discomfort? Do you need some space?"

Who besides Castiel had ever been so concerned with and conscientious of Sam's comfort? But no, Sam didn't need space right now, nor did he particularly want it. He shook his head and took a deep breath before making himself look up again and meet Castiel's eyes. "I'm okay, Cas, promise. Just... a little in awe?"

His eyes flicked inbidden to Castiel's left wing, eyes homing in unerringly to the spot where he had pressed his face into the feathers earlier, able to see the disarray in the way they rested despite the dim lighting. Castiel's eyes followed Sam's, and his face took on an odd look. Sam thought it might have been consternation, except it seemed almost... fond. There was definitely affection in his expression when Castiel turned his attention fully back to Sam, and the heat of returning arousal as his eyes visibly took in the sight of Sam sitting naked on the bed with a half-hard dick.

"I am glad that you find me to be visually pleasing," Castiel murmured. Sam thought maybe there was a very subtle emphasis on the word "me", like he knew it was his wings, the only physically manifested part of his true form, and not just his vessel that Sam found attractive. And then Sam felt his brain short-circuit and his dick make a valiant attempt to jump to full hardness as Castiel spread and lifted his wings much wider and higher, practically putting them on display, and knelt on the end of the bed before crawling back up the length of it. "I enjoy having your eyes on me, Sam... and I would very much enjoy having your hands on me as well."

Sam bit the inside of his cheek as his dick practically throbbed at that invitation, his hands suddenly all but itching to reach out and touch, stroke, bury themselves in those soft and vibrant feathers to see what sorts of noises and reactions he could draw from his angel. He sat up more fully, drawing his legs up until he sat cross-legged on the bed and could reach out a hand to Castiel. It connected with the angel's shoulder, slid up the curve of his neck to cradle his jaw, and drew him closer into a careful almost questioning kiss. That unspoken question was quickly answered as Castiel settled himself in Sam's lap, his own renewed erection rubbing teasingly against Sam's in mimicry of their earlier actions, and then both of Sam's hands were sliding around the human body and up into the angel's wings.

Castiel moaned, low and deep and with an undercurrent of something like deeply tolling bells, and he pressed closer into Sam even as his wings opened further to expose the innermost parts of their structure and the soft, almost downy feathers there to Sam's shaking, trembling hands. His fingers carded through the feathers, combing and smoothing them, drawing gasps and moans and sighs from his angel. Sam lost himself a little in the experience, drinking in every sound that fell from Castiel's lips as his own pressed soft, reverent kisses along the line of Castiel's throat. Clutch, release, comb, stroke, over and over to every sensitive part of those glorious wings he could reach, until he felt Castiel shift and fumble around in the sheets.

A moment later, the sound of Castiel's moan was cut off by a triumphant huff and the unmistakable click of the cap on the lube being flicked open. "Cas--"

"I will not require further preparation," Castiel assured him, and Sam was astonished and a little gratified by how breathlessly wrecked the angel sounded. "We will still require the lubricant to ease the way."

"No, yeah, I... I get that," Sam gasped as one of Castiel's hands closed around his dick, already slick with lube. "I just... I thought you'd...."

"I can use my grace to clean myself within," Castiel reminded Sam, sounding a little more steady now that Sam's hands had been distracted. He twitched his fingers in Castiel's feathers, and was rewarded with another gasp. "No-ot... something that I would try with you, without-- aah! Discussing it beforehand...!"

Which was fair enough, and also incredibly sweet and considerate, and Sam would absolutely be sure to appreciate Castiel's thoughtfulness and efforts on Sam's behalf when he wasn't about to practically come out of his skin from the desire to get inside Castiel as deep as he could go. Castiel's throaty groan edged in bells and rumbling thunder told him the angel was probably just as eager. The speed with which he lifted himself up and canted his hips to position the tip of Sam's dick at his entrance confirmed it. Sam managed to pry one hand away from his angel's wings to drop to his hip and help guide him down as he slowly impaled himself on Sam's erection, going inexorably lower and lower, swallowing Sam up in tight, fluttering heat that tingled with the feel of grace beneath the angel's skin, until their hips met and Castiel made a sound that very nearly sounded like a sob.

"Sam!" he gasped, groaned as the sound of his name in that tone made Sam's hips jerk upwards in an involuntary thrust. "Sam... O'el mao'nao'na'es... o'el ca'aelza... za'aca'arae...!"

The words, halfway to growling and yet still somehow sounding like song, resonated within Sam, rattling at the edges of places inside him that still ached from a time trapped between ice that burned and fire that froze. Castiel's voice thrummed against that space, tugging bits and pieces free, and setting Sam to shaking, his hips jerking upwaards sharply in reaction to the entreaty that felt like a command. Castiel cried out, human hands gripping his shoulders as strong wings flexed and shuddered, urging Sam to do it again, and again.

"Cas... Castiel... na'onacape o'el o'ecara'ima'i...!" Sam managed to gasp out before the effort of speaking became too much and he could only moan and grunt in time with Castiel's whines and keening cries.

Their position didn't allow Sam to move much beyond rolling his hips into shallow thrusts, but Castiel made up for the limitation by bracing himself with his hands on Sam's shoulders and getting his knees under him enough to flex his thighs, lifting up barely an inch or two before quickly dropping back down again as if he couldn't bear to separate from Sam even for the friction and slide that drove their combined pleasure higher and higher. Sam could feel his second orgasm of the night building in his gut like an ever tightening spring, and he pressed his bosy closer to Castiel's, hoping to give the angel's own erection some reciprocal attention--

It broke over him in a wave, Castiel's orgasm accompanied by a shout and a flare of grace that rattled the windows even as his body clamped down hard around Sam. He managed two more short thrusts before falling over the edge into his own orgasm, his mouth pressed over Castiel's neck to muffle his cries. Castiel shuddered in his arms and groaned as Sam's teeth grazed the flesh of his neck just above where he could feel the flutter of a pulse against his lip, the sign of a heartbeat racing from exhertion--

They collapsed to the bed, Sam falling back onto the mattress and pulling an all too eagerly pliant Castiel with him, still buried in the angel's body and feeling his weight pressing him into the bed with every gasping breath. Lips found skin, tasted salt from sweat amid soft kisses as the two of them slowly came back down, calmed, settled, basked in the lingering feelings of pleasure and unity brought about by their tryst. It was the safest and most satiated Sam had felt in a very, very long time, and he could only hope that Castiel had gotten something close to the same pleasure from him.

"O'el ba'oa'eluaha'e ieles," Castiel whispered, close to Sam's ear, fingers stroking through sweat-slicked hair with a tenderness that was almost discordant with the passion bare minutes before. Sam paused. Swallowed.

"I don't know what that means," he confessed, no louder than a whisper himself. He bit his cheek against a whimper of protest as Castiel drew back from him far enough that his softened dick slipped out of that previously welcoming warmth. He swallowed again as he peered up through the fall of his hair, fearing reprisal, but the angel only gave him a soft, sad little smile.

"I know, beloved," he murmured, a wealth of regret in his eyes before he closed them with a sigh and touched his forehead to Sam's in an almost painfully tender gesture. "I will teach you their meaning, and the meanings of all the other words my foolish older brothers neglected or forgot in their stupidity and cruelty. Like ma'oza for 'joy', or sa'aelma'ana for--"

"Home," Sam murmured, daring to resthis hand on Castiel's shoulder and draw the angel back to curl against his side. His eyelids felt so heavy despite his earlier nap. "I know that one.... sa'aelma'ana va o'el mao'nao'na'es...."

"You are the home of my heart, too, Sam Winchester," he heard Castiel murmur softly. Lips brushed across his forehead, preceding the soft, warm wash of Castiel's grace over him, cleaning them both once more. The sheets were tugged out from beneath them and then settled over their legs, followed by Castiel's wings. "Sleep now. I will watch over you."

And Sam believed he would.

- Enochian Translation -

"Sam... o'el mao'nao'na'es... o'el ca'aelza... za'aca'arae...!" = "Sam... my heart... my firmament... move...!"

"Cas... Castiel... na'onacape o'el o'ecara'ima'i...!" = "Cas... Castiel... to you I sing praises...!"

"O'el ba'oa'eluaha'e ieles," = "I love/adore thee/you [above all others],"