#they look so soft in the beach panel :(

[alienbycomics]

Ready to Stand: A comic retelling The Little Mermaid with a twist 🏳️‍⚧️

[Begin image description- Comic with 10 panels inspired by Disney’s The Little Mermaid. Comic title: “Ready to Stand” by Alienby comics.

Panel 1: Ariel, a mermaid, holds a dress up in front of her and looks into a mirror longingly. Ariel’s flat chest covered in scales and gills makes her gender ambiguous. Ariel is in her underwater cave surrounded by trinkets from the human world. Ariel’s voice over: “Maybe Father’s right. Maybe there is something wrong with me.”

Panel 2: Ariel leans on a rock on the surface of the water, looking hopefully at 2 human women walking along the beach in the distance. Ariel’s voice over: “But I want this more than anything.”

Panel 3: Ariel is seen swimming away from her home in a shadowy nook, looking back at her father and sisters, who are laughing together. She is sad to leave them. Ariel’s voice over speaking to Ursula: “So you can really turn me into a human?”

Panel 4: Ariel approaches Ursula the Sea Witch in Ursula’s lair pleadingly. Ursula speaks to Ariel over her shoulder. Ursula answers: “I can. You’re not the first, honey. Life down here is so drab, isn’t it?” Ariel replies: “Yes. I don’t belong here. Please help me.”

Panel 5: Ariel and Ursula’s conversation continues as we see a flashback of Ariel’s father Triton, who has angrily destroyed Ariel’s trinkets from the human world with his magic. Triton holds Ariel by the arm in one hand and holds her dress, which is now in shambles, in his other hand. Ursula’s voice over: “What do you have to offer me?” Ariel’s voice over: “I have… well, I had a trove of treasures until my father…” Ariel trails off. Ursula’s voice over: “How about your voice?”

Panel 6: Ariel looks over her shoulder back at Ursula. Ursula appears more devilish now and lurks in the shadows behind her. Ariel asks: “My voice?” Ursula replies: “You can’t get something for nothing, kid. Your voice for your legs. Do we have a deal?”

Panel 7: Ariel and Ursula now are at opposite sides of a bubbling purple cauldron, full of a potion that will make Ariel human. Ursula holds a vial of this potion out to Ariel. Ariel’s fists are clenched and her face is poised in resolve. Ariel simply says, “okay.” Ursula warns Ariel: “But the transformation will be painful, and you can never return home. Are you sure this is what you want?”

Panel 8: The comic cuts to after Ariel’s transformation. She breaks the surface of the ocean and takes a sharp breath of air. She no longer has gills or scales, and she now has noticeable human breasts with seashell coverings. Ariel’s inner monologue voice over: “Air in my lungs…”

Panel 9: Ariel is seen in 2 poses. The first pose shows Ariel sitting in the shallow water on the beach, admiring one of her feet on her brand new legs. She has a huge smile on her face. The second pose shows Ariel trying to stand, now wearing a skirt made from a piece of canvas from nearby ship debris. Ariel teeters and falls over with a chibi-like expression that exaggerates her panic. Ariel’s inner monologue voice over continues: “Sand between my toes, the warm sun on my soft skin…”

Panel 10: Ariel blissfully but silently laughs while laying in the warm sand on the beach. Her arms and new legs are sprawled out in relaxation. Ariel’s inner monologue concludes: “Now I’m home.” / End image description]

[sweetimpurity]

c.w.: very smutty, ice cream and sex

The hot sun beats down on your hometown. It’s finally summer and you’re ready for the beach, freedom and romance. You and Miguel have been together since you were both 15. Growing up together, going to school, falling in love and staying in it until now. 18 years old, the two of you. You can’t wait to spend every day with him this summer, and you really can’t wait for those hot summer nights. 

The only thing that gets in the way is summer jobs. If only you two were 10 again and you could spend every minute wasting the day away in the kiddie pool. But now at 18, there are other, better things you two can get up to. 

This summer you’re working at your Dad’s store in town and Miguel is logging in his 3rd consecutive year at Sunny Scoops ice cream. A cute little place by the boardwalk with really good waffle cones and the cutest boy in town behind the register! 

There, Miguel works all day, sweating and smiling, handing out ice cream to little kids, the elderly, families, anyone who’s having a beach day. And any girls who ask for his number, he just tells them to text you and ask for it. That usually prevents them from ever asking again. 

He’s grown muscle over the past three years and ultimately you just had to help him cut the sleeves off his work t-shirt. Complaining about the ‘fit not being right’ on the bigger sizes. 

The uniform he used to wear when he was 15 was pretty horrendous. Pink and blue striped and that goofy ice cream cone hat. Then he turned 16… 17… now 18 and wowza. You’ve watched him grow into a man. Now his arms are showing, his muscles from scooping rock solid ice cream all day long. Toned and extra tan from the summer sun. A bandana wrapped messily in his dark curls to keep the sweat off his forehead. Sometimes you’ll sit there with ice cream melting down your hand and between your fingers because you’re just staring at him moving around behind the little counter and through the little shop. Smiling handsomely to customers, his muscles flexing when he’s scooping the frozen treat, catching his eye and his smile when he sees you watching him. Flustered and flushed pink when he comes back over to talk to you, licking the drips off your knuckles. 

“Your ice cream is melting, baby…” He would coo. Licking his lips of the sweet chocolate melt. “You’re really hot.” You’d sigh, completely in a daze. 

You’re finally done with work now, letting your Dad know you’re leaving for the night. A plan in mind. A need for something sweet. Not just ice cream tonight.  Leaving your Dad’s store at 9:30pm and Sunny Scoops closes at 10. You get in your car, letting the summer night breeze blow in through the windows. The cool down finally here as the sun is set. The night is still warm and sticky but not as blazingly hot as before.

…

“Here you go… have a good night.” You hear his voice as you’re walking up to the window. Watching a little boy and his mother walking away happily with huge ice cream cones in hand. And would you look at that… you’re next in line.

“Hey, gorgeous…” He smiles seeing you, leaning his elbows on the counter and watching you approach the window. “Hey!” You chirp, smiling up at him. “Busy day?” You ask, admiring his tip jar full to the brim. “Yeah, busy but good.” He nods, grabbing a waffle cone and moving around behind the counter. You peer over the edge to look inside. Watching him at the soft serve machine. He knows you so well of course. “Chocolate vanilla twist for the pretty lady…” He announces and hands you a tall swirl of ice cream.

“Come around back, I’m just closing up.” He nods and you take your ice cream, moving to the back of the teeny building to the back door. Walking inside. Like you do most days you come to see him. Miguel slides the window closed, locking it and pulling the wooden panel over to block the window. Locking the place up. 

You hop up to sit on top of the big box freezer, licking the swirl of ice cream in your hand and watching him move some stuff around and close up.

“You wanna go to the beach tomorrow?” You ask, looking over at him with those eyes that make him weak. His eyes watching your pink tongue lick up your ice cream. “Sure.” He answers just softly. Focusing on doing his job before he loses all control. Not just yet. You smile and kick your legs softly. He walks past with a box, grabbing your ankle as you kick your foot up, giving you a look and letting his fingers run up your calf, bringing a smile to your lips, walking away as he finishes clearing the place up, taking the box to the shelves in the back. Coming back after a minute or two. 

“Hey.” He hums, stopping in front of you, a sly sort of smirk on his face. “Hey.” You respond, just as softly, your ice cream only beginning to melt. “You’re so pretty…” He hums as if he hasn’t told you a million times before, making you smile and he steps closer, between your knees. His fingers teasing the sides of your thighs. “Preciosa chica…” He whispers, looking in your eyes and licking the drips off the back of your ice cream cone. Like he always does. Licking all the way to the top of the swirl and then his lips are on yours. His lips moving against yours, his tongue parting your lips. His tongue tasting of chocolate swirl and his lips sugary slippery sweet. His tongue delves into your mouth, his hand going to cup the back of your head, ice cream smashed and mixed between your two tongues. So sweet. Until he’s pulling back, both of you with a slurp. 

You giggle softly, feeling sticky sugar all over your lips. “You want more?” You laugh, raising a brow at him and he grins. You tilt the cone towards his lips. “It’s yours, baby… I wanna see you eat it.” He replies. 

His hands move up under your shirt, tickling your sides as he pulls you closer, sliding you across the freezer top. You smile, bringing the swirl to your lips and licking the melting ice cream, sucking gently and enjoying it, all while staring in his eyes. His hands move under the fabric, fingers moving up your ribcage, your diaphragm, to your breasts. 

“No bra, mami?” He laughs, fingers exploring and kneading the plush of your tits. Staring in your eyes as he does it. “Took it off in the car…” You smile so innocently. He grows harder at the thought. That you took off your bra on the way over here. Like you wanted this to happen, you wanted him. Watching you gasp among the ice cream in your mouth, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples, rolling them gently between his thumb and index fingers. Massaging gently under your shirt. He leans forward, placing three deep kisses to your throat before pulling back again, his fingers grasping the hem of your t-shirt. 

“Can I take this off?” He asks and you nod, mouth full of ice cream. He pushes your shirt up and off, the neon lights of the shop reflecting off your skin, off your breasts, making his mouth water. His arm anchors around your lower back, lips latching onto your breast, licking and sucking and squeezing the other in his hand. “Mmm- miguel…” You sigh, sensitized from his caress. He slurps and smooches your soft skin, the naughty noises filling the small space. The hum of the many fridges and freezers a soothing harmony with your soft moans and the sticky sucking of his lips.  

He pulls back, kissing you a few times, tasting that sweetness on your lips. Keeping one arm around your back and your eyes widened in surprise watching him dip his fingers into the mountain of ice cream in your hand. Picking up dollaps of cold chocolate swirl on his fingers and smearing it over your nipples. Eliciting a sharp gasp from your throat as he does it. Looking down at your chest. He does the same with both sides. “You like that?” Grinning the whole time, holding you tight as you squirm. Freezing coldness hardening the buds until his warm lips come back down to suck the ice cream off. A shuddering and trembling moan leaving you at the feeling. Your free hand going to his hair, tangling in the dark curls. Pulling the bandana off of his head and watching his summer curls bounce free. “Ohhh- Miguel- '' You moan sweetly and he groans against your chest, your sticky sugary nipples sucked and kissed over and over until it's all gone. 

“So sweet baby…” He pants, pulling his shirt off, coming back up to kiss your lips and holding your flushed cheeks in his hands. “Mmm..” You whine, kissing him back hungrily, deeper, your free hand running up his toned abdomen to his chest, a map of his body already ingrained in your brain after all these years, then wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, the ice cream dripping down your knuckles and onto his bare back, making goosebumps on his skin, his big hands running down your back and to your waist. “I don’t have a condom, baby…” He pants against your lips, his fingers in your hair; the words making your tummy flip in butterflies, knowing he wants you; he’s going to be inside. He pulls back for air, desperate to have you as he’s had you many times before.

“I do.” You pant for air, reaching blindly in your back pocket for the one condom you brought. “You really came here just to get fucked, didn’t you?” He laughs and smiles, taking the small foil packet into his sticky fingers. “I came here to see my love…” You hum, tilting your head at him. Not very convincing. His brow cocks in suspicion. “Fine. I came here to get fucked by my love.” You finally admit and the two of you can’t help the giggles. 

Outside the small ice cream shop, cars drive by, peepers peep and crickets chirp. The temperatures go down as the night goes on, but inside the little parlor, things are heating up. 

“Tell me where baby… tell me…” He whispers in your ear, knuckles deep in your heat and you’re barely able to hang onto him. One hand still occupied by the dripping melting ice cream cone. “Right there! Oh right th-there!” You squeal, his thumb moving expertly on your clit and his fingers flicking and curling deep inside. “Oh my god…” You whine, back arching and leaning back so far you almost fall back off the freezer. “Hey… hey… there you go…” He coos, holding you and helping you lay on your back. Limited on space but you make do. His fingers pumping generously into your needy pussy. 

His bottoms are long gone but he takes the condom foil between his teeth, ripping it open carefully. “C’mon baby…” He pants. Taking your free hand and pulling it down to his dick. Guiding you to roll the condom onto his length. Shuddering and groaning feeling the lubed rubber and your soft warm hand pushing it down on him. All while his fingers still curl up against your g spot and you’re on the cusp of coming already. For a few moments, he thrusts into your hand around him. Relishing that pleasure until it’s not enough. 

“Ready, sweet girl?” He steps forward, pulling your hips down to meet him at the edge of the freezer. “Mi corazón…” He whispers, a hand running flat over your tummy. “Mmm… yes please…” You whisper. And when he gets that confirmation, there’s no stopping his gummy tip from kissing your clit, pushing through your slick before slipping down and inside. Like the two of you were made for this. He was made to be with you in this way. You were created to be in love. 

“Haahh…. Baby…” He sighs and shudders, easing himself in with small pulsing thrusts to stretch you out nicely for him. He doesn’t want to hurt his precious girl. Soon he’s pressed to the hilt and your back is arching from that alone. Your trembling legs latching around his waist as he starts his rhythm. Skin slapping skin in the sickly slip of sticky slick. 

Moaning loud and free, the both of you, at the feeling. The feeling of being so full, so filled to the brim. Of love. Of him. The ice cream cone nearly falls out of your hand, your brain unable to think of anything but the pleasure between your legs. One leg wrapped around his hip and the other held in his arm, your knee draped over and his big hand wrapped around your thigh. Keeping you open for him; spread. Pumping into you steady and deep. His heavy eyes watching your face to see how much you love it. His hand on your thigh finds your free hand, lacing his fingers with yours. Panting and focusing. On getting you there. On making you feel the best he possibly can. 

You’re delirious, hazy, a mess of moans and a buzzing burning ache for him. 

“Baby baby-” He grabs your wrist when the ice cream almost slips entirely, holding your wrist and making it stay upright so he doesn’t have to mop the floors. Smiling when he sees your fucked out face. Easing the cone out of your hand so he can hold it. So that it doesn’t splatter on the floor. Letting your hand fall, fingers gripping and clenching around nothing. His thrusts are so deep, so giving, and he’s hitting every little spot that has you melting. 

“That’s it, baby…” He encourages you, trying to bring you that sweet release. “So good Mig…so so sooo…” You whine, on the very edge of bliss. Miguel watches, breathing so fast and heavy. His eyes trail down your face to your soft, marked neck, to your shoulders, your tits, sternum, stomach. Until it’s almost involuntary, he dumps the cold, melting, dripping ice cream cone on your soft tummy. Pulling a high pitched squeal and gasp from your lips, the cold like the spark in a chain reaction, back arching as he drags the freezing smushed chocolate swirl up to your sternum. Your orgasm hits you before another second can think to pass. Your skin shining in melty vanilla and chocolate swirl. The cold making you clench around him. 

Screaming in ecstasy and squeezing him so tight he's doubling over and groaning at the pressure. Thrusts become impossible and all he can do is spurt deep and hot. Filling the condom with a groan and feeling you fluttering around him. He licks a stripe up your sternum, slurping ice cream from your skin. Pressing messy kisses to your chest and his face just drips with the melted sugary substance. Drops and dribbles rolling down your sides as you gush on his dick. Trembling, shaking, coming down from what might be the strongest climax you’ve ever experienced. 

“Oh baby… hah… that was amazing…” He pants, his voice wavering, leaning over you, kissing your cheeks, your neck, your lips. “I love, love you… hah…” He huffs, looking over your face to make sure you’re okay. “Mmm… I love you” You sigh, a blissed out smile on your face. He smiles seeing you’re happy and you’re feeling good; because that’s all he’s ever wanted. And all he’ll ever want.

[druigs-wife]

IN AMADO || NAMOR X FEM!READER

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE || ONE SHOT

summary: after months of separation, namor visits and shows you how important you are to him.

warnings: MINORS DNI, smut, penetration (mxf), oral (f&m receiving), slight angst, wakanda forever spoilers

word count: 2.2K

A/N: translations: in yakunaj ~ my love, in lool ~ my flower, in reina ~ my queen, in amado ~ my beloved

Every six months you and Namor meet on the beach nearby your house. It was already your tradition. No matter how much he wants you to come and live with him in his kingdom and be his only, it wasn't possible.

Yesterday he didn't show up for unknown reasons, as you two had agreed half a year earlier. You did the same as the day before, you sat down on the soft sand in the light of the full moon and patiently waited for your beloved one to come to the surface. Seconds, minutes and hours passed. It was midnight and there was no sign of him. He was never so late. Something must have happened. What if he was hurt in some way? What if you won't see him again? With those dark thoughts a single tear ran down your cheek, but you wiped it immediatly. He could give at least some sign that he is okay, that he is safe and that he still loves you. Why didn't he do that?

It was getting colder on the beach. The waves in the Atlantic Ocean were getting bigger and the wind stronger, sweeping your hair back. Your body started shaking but you were stubborn. This time, you won't let go and keep waiting, even until the dawn. You got up from the ground and started walking towards the cabin where you lived to take a blanket with you back to the beach to cover yourself and warm up. However, as you turned your back to the ocean, you heard a familiar and calm voice.

"In yakunaj, wait..." you immediately turned towards him and looked into his cholocate eyes. At a distance, you could sense that he felt guilty.

Without overthinking, you started walking faster towards him. Thanks to his wings he reached the sand and opened his arms where you found yourself a moment later. He could only hug you even tighter so that you wouldn't be able to run away from him.

"I thought something happened to you. I was losing my mind." you got out of his grip and cupped his wet cheeks in your hands. Your gaze traveled all over his face, but you couldn't find a single scratch. Namor just remained silent and watched you. "You should have let me know you weren't coming, give me a sign, anything." you started shivering more from the cold, he noticed it and started rubbing your arms to keep you warm. "I was worried."

Namor was acting differently than usual, as if something was bothering him. He looked at you with great sadness and regret, but also love and care. You've known each other long enough that you could tell when something was wrong.

"(Y/N) you need to warm up, you're trembling." you nodded slightly, he put his arm around you, and you went home together.

You sat on the wooden floor by the fireplace covered with a blanket and stared at the bright flames. A few moments later, you were awakened from your trance by the sound of creaking panels. Namor joined you, holding cups of something to drink in both hands. He brought you hot tea and for himself only water. He sat down next to you that your bare knees were touching. For the next hour he explained exactly why he hadn't visited you yesterday. The whole world can learn about the existence of the Talokan. You knew how much his kingdom and his people meant to him. Everything. So you weren't surprised what next steps your beloved one would have to make to keep it all a secret from the greedy world.

"Tomorrow morning I will sail to Wakanda with my entire army and put an end to this war." you stared at the already empty cup while listening carefully to what Namor had to say. "I can't let anything happen to Talokan..." he took the cup from you, put it on the ground next to him and wraped your palms together "...and I can't let anything happen to you." you looked at him and a small smile appeared on your face.

"I'm not a threat to them, they don't even know I exist, do they?" he nodded slightly, "So what are you afraid of, in amado?" he smiled gently at the nickname. Only you could call him like that. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly.

"I'm afraid that through this stupid war I might lose you, that they can take you away from me, just as I took their queen from them." you sighed heavily amd closed your eyes, leaned a little forward that your foreheads touched.

"And what about you, hmm? Will you come back to me safe and sound? Nobody knows about us... I won't know if you survived or not." you said. You didn't get any answer for the next few moments. All Namor did was leaned back and placed a kiss on your forehead and then on your temple. He put his arm around you and came closer to you than before.

"I give you my word, when I am done with this, I will come to you as soon as I can." Namor gave a few more kisses against your temple. "But if... if anything happens to me, you'll find out just as quickly. You have my word in reina." you looked deep in his eyes. His promise was everything to you at this point.

You finally decided to get closer to him. The tips of your noses touched gently, and your lips was only inches apart. Finally Namor brushed yours hungrily but tenderly. You felt like you hadn't seen each other in ages. You wrapped your arms around his neck and his various necklaces. He, on the other hand, began to run his hands over your hips, waist and higher. As the kiss grew more passionate, you pulled away from him to catch your breath.

"Will you stay with me?" you whispered in his ear and brushed it lightly with your lips. The very gesture made Namor shudder. It was his sensitive point. Taking the opportunity that your neck was more exposed, he didn't waste a single moment and started peppering her with kisses, leaving tiny hickeys on it.

"Only if you want it." your foreheads and eyes meet again. You both were breathing hard. "Do you want me to stay?" you nodded immediately. "I need words in lool." before you spoke, you touched his left ear with your fingertips, then slowly took off his earring and set it on the floor. You did the same on the right side and put your hands on his chest keeping eye contact.

"Stay. Stay with me." Namor smirked broadly and kissed you lovingly, but you quickly broke this gesture because you wanted to get rid of the rest of the jewelry that he didn't need at the moment. With slow movements you removed the necklace after the necklace from his neck. He just watched your every single move carefully. Next were the arms, one jewelry on each of his biceps and on both forearms. You had to move away from him a bit to be able to take off the next ones on his calves "accidentally" touching the wings at his feet. They were also his sweet spot. Namor groaned softly at the contact. He needed you. Right now.

He rose a little and grasped your thighs tightly to be able to lift you up from the floor. Once he was standing on his feet, you wrapped your legs around him on the way to the bedroom. Namor kissing you passionately placed you carefully on the edge of the bed. This time it was he who took the initiative. He began to remove parts of your clothes from you, revealing more and more of your skin. You only stayed in your panties. Without taking his eyes off you, he got up from the bed to take off the last parts of his clothes. He threw his belt and shorts on the floor, freeing his cock and climbed on you again. He kissed your neck and sucked it alternately covering it with hickeys. For a few seconds you felt his cock brush against your thigh. With every second he was getting lower and lower. After a few moments, his lips were on your breasts, he worshiped every inch of your body. He started caressing your nipples, making circles around them with his tongue and sucking them as well. You were already a moaning mess, but you still wanted more. You wanted more of him.

You ran one hand through his black hair, and the other you placed on his shoulder and dug your nails lightly into him. He moaned against your breasts and began to go down. He placed wet kisses on your belly, until he finally reached your thighs. He adores them, so he also left a few hickeys and love bites on them. He looked up at you.

He reached for the fabric of your panties with his fingertips, they were already wet. Namor was waiting for your permission.

"Please..." you moaned softly. With one smooth movement, he pulled the last part of your clothing off you and your whole beautiful body appeared in front of him. Namor was enjoying this view as well as the first time he saw you in all your glory.

"May I?" he asked politely being inches from your folds, putting one leg over his shoulder for better access to your entrance. You felt his warm breath against your skin.

"Yes, in amado. Make love to me, please." at these words Namor immediately began to lick the wetness from your folds, teasing your clit with his nose. You rolled your eyes back at the sensation and lay down completely on the freshly laundered sheets as he dived deeper into your pussy while he was on his knees.

You missed this and couldn't wait to suck his dick until he goes wild. You groaned loudly as his tongue was slightly higher on your wet and aching clit. You were so close, but you wanted this moment last forever, so you tense your muscles and dug your nails into his hair. Namor brought his free hand to his mouth and dipped two fingers in his saliva, then sliding them inside of your pussy. When he felt that you're close, he began to curl them in your sweet spot, to which you replied with more uncontrollable moans of pleasure.

"Cum for me in yakunaj, let me feel you" at his filthy words you came so hard that you arched your spine and your body was shaking with the pleasure your beloved just gave you. When he cleaned your folds, he climbed on top of you and placed a long kiss on your lips. You could feel your own taste. Namor pulled away from you and then you touched his cock and started pumping it slowly.

"Let me worship you, my king." taking the opportunity that he didn't pay enough attencion, you turned the both of you that he was now on his back and you were on top. You did exactly what he did to you. "K'uk'ulkan..." you sighed marking every inch of his body, you slide lower and lower until your mouth was on the tip of his cock. You took it in your hand pumping, licked off his leaking precum and sucked gently on the tip. He propped himself up with his hands so he could see what you were doing to him. He groaned softly and closed his eyes with the excess of pleasure. Namor put his hand on your head and started fucking your mouth. At first he kept the pace that you set, but with each passing second he was closer and his thrusts became faster. When he felt that he was about to spill his cum inside your mouth, he stopped his movements as well as you.

"Up, in reina. Up." you did as he told you to. You stood up and pressed your lips together in a passionate kiss. Namor moved you with his arms to make you sit on him. You've been waiting for this moment for a long time. His wings began to flutter, brushing against your bare skin. You touched one with your fingers and Namor let out an innocent groan. You weren't admitting the thought that you might lose him. He directed his cock towards your entrance and in one move he was inside you. You both moaned loudly. You wrapped your arms around him, and he took your nipples in his mouth again and savor them while thrusting his cock against your g spot.

When Namor was making love to you, it felt like it was your first and at the same last time. He was rediscovering your body, every inch of your soft skin, your reactions to his actions, and your beautiful sounds again. Everything was perfect.

You have never believed in what the other people have said about him in legends, because what he is like right now, in your arms, fascinated by all of you, is a complete opposite of what is said in all those fairytales.

When you both reached your climaxes, you lay down on the bed together, Namor wrapped his arm around you tightly, and you put your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. Until you both fell asleep in each others arms, he whispered sweet nothings into your ear and rubbed your nude and soft shoulders.

"In k'áatech, in yaakunaj.

Teech le in yóok'ol kaaba'."

"I love you, my love. You are my whole world."

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

[boba-beom]

༊*·˚ nobody but you | KANG TAEHYUN

ᰔᩚ pairing: bsf!!taehyun x gn!reader

ᰔᩚ genre: oneshot; bsf2l, fluff, suggestive

ᰔᩚ warnings: intimate, confession, physical affection, kisses, makeout, petname; sweetheart, reader plays hard to get(?), taehyun carries reader at the end (he's a strong boy <3)

ᰔᩚ wc: 1.1k

ᰔᩚ a/n: happy 22nd birthday to the my first love out of five, kang taehyun <3 I was in my feels when I wrote this so enjoy :') song that inspired me this time: double take - dhruv

The crisp afternoon breeze tickles your lungs as you take a deep inhale before exhaling with a needed stretch. You make your way to the terrace of the airbnb that you and your best friend had booked for the weekend and you see him in his black sherpa fleece sitting in front by the glass panel.

"Hey, why didn't you wake me up? I overslept." You pull a chair and join him, scooting your seat close to him with no gap between.

"You looked too peaceful to wake up." He reasons.

The both of you are looking out at the empty beach, waiting for the waves to roll in until they fade out again, your arm linked with his but his hand rests by the inside of your wrist.

He begins skimming lazy strokes with his blunt fingernails up and down the inside of your wrist, gradually pushing up the hem of your sleeve for him to do so. The feather-like pressure only brought tingles up your forearm and to your shoulders, emitting a little shudder.

It was comfortable.

He continues his motions, as he hums a tune that's been stuck in his head, but you recognise it easily.

"I haven't head that song for ages." You speak up.

He hums. "Mhm, it's been two years since it came out. But it's timeless, I must say."

You nod slowly, smiling at his appreciation towards the artist and the song as he rests his chin on your shoulder, noticing the way the warmth of his breath fans across your exposed skin by your collar.

"You know," he starts, voice low by your ear, "I once learnt that other than your erogenous zones, the inside of your wrist up to the palm of your hand is just as sensitive."

"Mmh, makes sense why you like to do this. Who else do you do this to?" You tease, knowing that Taehyun would definitely tell you if there was someone in the picture, right?

"You know I don't do this to anyone else." He mumbles by your shoulder before placing a gentle kiss.

"You sure? What happened to that person you told me about awhile ago?"

"Silly, it's awhile ago because I'm no long interested in them." He finger quoted.

"So who are you interested in?" You turn to look at your best friend, faces only mere millimetres apart, waiting for his eyes to meet yours.

"You." He says, voice husky.

You retreat, sitting back as your face scrunches in disbelief, not entirely convinced that this beauty of a man chose you out of all the people he has been with.

All he does is huff out of amusement from your reaction. He's always loved that about you.

"You know you're the only one who I have eyes for, right?"

He kisses your shoulder again, this time his lips lingering and trailing up over the thin material of your long sleeved top until you felt his soft lips borderline crossing the neckline by the base of your neck.

"I beg to differ. You're bluffing, surely."

Taehyun grabs the side of your chair, swiftly turning it around so you're directly facing him, also shifting his chair to face you. He plants his hands on either side of the metal arm rests, leaning into you again, almost hovering, leaving a few centimetres between you.

"And if I kiss you, would that convince you?"

"I don't know, you could just be kissing anyone." You say nonchalantly paired with a shrug.

You've never felt so much attention on your lips, especially from Kang Taehyun himself. Only now you've seen him so focused on them, making the corner of your lips quirk up from the thought.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that otherwise I'd feel offended." He feigned a hurt tone.

You chuckle beneath him, and he melts at the sight of your smile that always caught him lacking.

"You have pretty lips, you know?" You say as you lift your hand to cup his cheek, moving your thumb so it brushes against his bottom lip.

"Yeah?"

Taehyun smirks at the gesture, sensing the playful tension now lost and replaced by something unnamed, something that is yet to be confirmed.

"I think you should kiss me if you think so." He whispers lowly, awaiting your response.

"I think I will." You say confidently, tugging at the collar of his fleece as you draw him closer to you.

As your eyes shut, the sensation of your lips colliding almost has you floating, both sighing into the kiss like you've waited for months on end. You bring your fingers up to mess with his hair, running through his wavy locks with the occasional gentle tugs.

He doesn't wait to rest a hand by the side of your neck and the other by your waist, squeezing the area for you to shift onto his lap without breaking the kiss. Your teeth clash from the movement, but they eventually mold together as you steady your arms over his shoulders.

The faint sound of the waves rolling onto the sand, clashing against some odd rocks on the beach is accompanied by the sound of both of your heavy breathing and Taehyun's gentle hums until he pulls away briefly.

"I like you. A lot. And only you." He says between chaste kisses. "God, it's always been you, sweetheart."

Just as you see the tips of his ears turning a blush pink under his brown locks, you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. He was always so sweet to you, but this? Your knees felt like they buckled despite sitting comfortably in his lap.

"Really? I couldn't tell." Your playful smile returns to your lips as you continue to tease him, feeling the way he huffs again.

"I can show you then? If you want me to." His lips latches delicately on the skin of your neck, showering the area with lightly kisses that has your eyes shutting, focusing on the tingly sensation spreading like a wildfire.

You move your arms so they're hooked from under his arms, hand splayed and resting high on his shoulder blades, maintaining this closeness between your warm bodies. You experiment with a light scratch through his outerwear, yet you still manage to earn a low groan from him as you whisper in his ear.

"Please. I like you. I want you."

"Good. That was the only right answer." He chuckles lightly.

Catching you off-guard, he has one hand under your thighs and the other on your mid back as he stands, knocking back the chair with the back of his leg before carrying you back into your shared bedroom.

The bed unmade; pillows not by the headboard and half of the comforter hanging on the edge of the bed. But it was fine. You had a feeling Taehyun wouldn't mind a bit of a mess anyway — the mess not limited to just the bed itself.

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[sashi-ya]

𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

⭒ pairing: dr. trafalgar law x f! reader. R 18+ ⭒ requested by @anniee-ya ⭒ inspired on the song: 𝄞 moonlight by Kali Uchis 𝄞 ⭒ tw: explicit. oral. vag. alcohol. fingering. cream pie. public. I made the manga edit mixing Law's face with a panel from Team Medical Dragon manga | wc: 0.9k

Strong dark circles, and a tired façade. His shoulders so tight, not even your skilful hands could ease the tension.

“What happened?” you ask, murmuring by his ear as he takes the white coat off. “As always, a hell of a shift (Name-ya)” Law sighs, cracking his neck. His tattooed hands grab yours, pulling them towards his chest. They sink into the blue scrubs he wear, sliding through his collarbones.

The bumps of his sternum, the muscles of his pecs reacting to your soft touch. Law is the type of man where words aren’t needed, and you, are the type of woman to understand what he needs with just the signs of his body.

“Yeah, baby, it's been a hell of a day… but I know a place we can escape”

You caress his lower lip with your thumb; while Law reacts with a smirk, because he knows exactly where you wanna go…

He could have picked the car, but, he chose the bike. Fresh air on your faces, it was something he needed.

With your arms wrapped around his waist, and your cheek resting on his back, he drives you both to the beach.

A beautiful spring night, that’s almost a summer one. Moonlight shining on the coast, with its silver glowing strings over the crashing waves.

The lonely path to a secret place you only both know. With still some traces of the footprints that once were yours.

His hand pulling from yours, running and giggling. The sound of some cans of cheap alcohol and perhaps something else that feels a little bit illegal. Like those teenager days, once again finding shelter with each other, from those days where life gets too heavy.

The dry and bitter taste of those cans run through your throats, burning everything inside you. Your tongues meet, mixing the taste of the alcohol and your own, in sweet kisses.

Little moans slip in between those seconds in which you two take time to breathe. You feel dizzy, Law feels his head is in the clouds.

“Take this off, (Name)-ya” he whispers, kissing your neck as he tries to lift your shirt.

The little abandoned cabin that once seemed to be a beach house still has some spare humid cushions and the lantern of your phones are the only source of light besides the moonlight.

Your skin getting bumpy, as the soft breeze kisses your naked shoulders. Law does the same, kneeling on the ground, kissing your belly with butterfly pecks and with his hands resting on the small of your back.

“I am already feeling better, (Name)-ya” he whispers, licking the line down your belly bottom to the hem of your jeans. He unbuttons it with great expertise, sliding them down to discover your thighs.

Oh, your legs. The place where Law would love to perish, his favourite deathbed.

The little spot of wetness covering your panties, growing bigger the more Law bites the inner side of your thighs.

“God, you are like a drug to me… look yourself into the mirror… don’t you see a doll?” he sighs, pulling down your lingerie to uncover your now dripping sex and moving you to the side so that your profile could reflect on a piece of and old mirror.

You take a look at the most beautiful piece of erotic art ever depicted and is to have such a devoted man about to devour your whole entirety.

His inked fingers spread your labia, like the professional he is. The tip of his tongue, receives the little drop of the elixir he would like to indulge in forever. The warmth of his breathe reaches your sex, making you tremble.

“La-w, you- you were the one stressed out…” you stutter, as his whole tongue reach your core and his golden eyes fix in yours.

He slowly blinks, and you could even sense the smirk he holds as he buries his mouth into your femininity.

Throwing your head back, you wrap your fingers on his spiky hair. Pulling more and more as he goes harder with his tongue, sucking everything out of you.

And just by the peak of pleasure, he stops. “Come here…” he orders, helping you out completely from your clothes and walking you outside where your skin receives the shine of the moon like a holy silver mantle.

Law grabs your wrists and in a swift quick motion he turns you around and pins you against the decaying walls of the cabin.

His chin on your shoulder, whispering from behind for you to get ready to be fucked until you drop.

“Be a good girl to me, help me destress… yes, (Name)-ya?” he whispers into your mouth while grabbing your trembling chin in between his fingertips to face him from the side.

You nod, with eyes semi closed and enjoying the sound of his jeans’ zipper going down.

Freed his sex, it gets absolutely smashed against your dripping core. Alone, and as hard as it is, it slides right in ripping a moan out of your mouth.

The surgeon’s hand passes to your neck, and while he impales you he squeezes your carotids to the point of almost shutting the bloodstream from your heart to your brain. Leaving you stupidly on the verge of climax.

High, high you go. He goes as high as you, with your cheek pressed against the wall and your breasts now squeezed in between his fingers.

“Come, sweet one” he commands, giving you the last thrust that has never been violent but rather deep and slow… so slow that could be enough to break your spirit and mind. You obey, bathing his shaft with your orgasmic explosion. A splashing sound that reverberates into your ears as he keeps slamming himself to finally finish, under a beautiful moonlight, so deep inside of you.

[nanaminokanojo]

ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE | part 60

-meet cute? a cheesy musical number? forget it! love makes itself known to you through a minor car accident, a broken arm, and a treacherously charming temporary chauffeur

CHARACTERS: sukuna x you/reader | jjk characters

GENRE: full-length smau + prose | bad boy x good girl | college au | a lot of firsts | aged-up characters | strangers to lovers | smut | fluff | angst | ooc depictions - soft sukuna ftw

TW/CW: strong/mature language | adult content so mdni on some parts | mentions of alcohol and/or smoking | mentions of injury, promiscuity and bullying | pet names because they're cute with 2D men | toxic behavior | will add more if something arises

MASTERLIST | CHAPTER INDEX

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A/N: There are narrations after the 4th panel and the fifth panel is a video.

Ryomen Sukuna was one magnificent creature. You wouldn't let anyone contest you on that, not that you wished to convey your thoughts out loud for anyone to hear. You were happy thinking that way as you watched him play volleyball with his friends. Apparently, they all used to play in high school.

You didn't know a thing about the sport, the most you've watched it was when you're flipping channels through your TV, but the way he moved around the makeshift beach court keeping the ball afloat showed you yet another facet of him.

The object of your attention since the beginning of the game maneuvered his way around the sand with calculated dexterity and successfully scored another one by blocking the incoming ball and slamming onto the opposing team's court. You couldn't help but smile whenever he would get a point, your left hand curling into a fist when you should not be moving it or putting strain on it. You'd applaud if you could.

Sukuna was good looking, intelligent and athletic. No wonder girls chased after him, and you had to admit that he looked beyond cool when he's dishing moves. His friends were calling him rusty in volleyball, but to you who didn't have any idea what exactly was going on, he was just amazing.

But then, that wasn't all you were looking at. You can't exactly pay attention to the game itself when your eyes only trailed his figure. The sun beat down on him, causing him to sweat, a thin sheen of it making his sun-kissed, inked skin glimmer in the daylight. You haven't been more acutely aware of his impressive musculature the way you were at that moment, watching his powerful thighs flex whenever he jumped up.

It wasn't the first time you were seeing him shirtless given the time you woke up at his place, but you couldn't really pay attention during those other times. Now, you had a full view of it with reason to keep your eyes on him. And the realization of his effect on you was like being splashed with cold water on the face when, at the start of the game, he removed his shirt. He pulled at it from the back collar, the supposedly mundane sequence of actions making you feel...well, things.

You've never really considered it, this aspect of him, and the fact that he's attractive wasn't really something you focused on. Bur the sight made you uncharacteristically hot despite the green popsicle stuck to your mouth, also disintegrating under the high temperature, dripping into your hand, making a sticky mess. It wasn't something you were aware of until you heard his familiar voice ringing through your ears.

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[nanomooselet]

Little but Fierce III

I love Meryl so much. Imma talk about all the ways she's terrible.

First watching the show, I had her clocked pretty much from the moment she opened her mouth and the moment she first appeared on the screen.

Oh Lord. This child is insufferable.

She's twenty-three, just out of college, from a sheltered background, and determined to solve all the world's problems, but she'd have a much easier time of it if she weren't such a scold. She's prissy. She's judgemental. Because nothing in the world lives up to her standards, she's going to shout at it until it does. It's endearing now because she's so little and cute, but she will encounter someone unwilling to put up with it sooner or later, and she had better hope she survives that encounter to learn from it.

Reminder that her first appearance in the manga is striding onto the panel like a queen and then whipping out a megaphone to announce she's from the insurance society, like any of the people she's talking to have any reason to care. She's, uh. She's a real woman of conviction.

What makes this Meryl seem so young is that she still has a lot of faith in the rules, and that the way things should be is indeed the way they are. Why wouldn't she? Her family is wealthy, she just got out of school and this is her dream job. Her whole life so far has kept her cushioned from pain and consequences, as well what exists on the edge of society - violence, poverty, corruption - as well as the edges of her own reality - the truth about the Plants, the existential terror of a being like Knives, who so virulently hates her species and has the power to crush them at will, for any reason, at any time. And of a being like Vash, whose power is even greater, but whose appearance is so purposefully soft.

That dude she's yelling in the face of could vaporise the planet they're standing on, if he felt like it. He would never, but that doesn't change having that capacity, or that there are individuals who will do anything to obtain control of his power.

What makes Meryl such a fantastic character despite these flaws is that upon encountering proof of her ignorance, she doesn't double down. She's surprised, and often scared, but primarily she's saddened, or even outraged. Why is the world this way? What can she do about it? What action can she take?

That's the perfect trait for a journalist, and I also think the reason that Vash likes her - and Roberto, too. It's why both of them are determined to protect her, and Roberto comes to adopt (or perhaps reclaim) a little righteousness by her example.

She doesn't belong on No Man's Land, but then none of them do. No one wanted to be here. Nevertheless they are here.

What can they do together to make it a kinder world?

Also, one more thing.

There's an argument for how hard it is write female characters that the audience won't instantly loathe. It's called the Galbrush Problem, after a theoretical genderbend of Guybrush Threepwood from the Monkey Island series. They're point-and-click adventure games, and they're very silly - Guybrush's entire backstory, as far as we learn, is that he washed up on a beach in the Caribbean as a teenager with the burning ambition to be a pirate and no practical skills in the field whatsoever.

Sample dialogue:

Elaine: Ugh, let's face it, LeChuck! You're an evil, foul-smelling, vile, codependent villain, and that's just not what I'm looking for in a romantic relationship right now! LeChuck: Darn yer riddles, ye saucy female! What do ye mean?!

They're engaged in a high stakes sea battle at the time. Elaine is defending the port she governs from LeChuck's skeleton pirate crew. (Hauntingly realistic reaction to a woman's unambiguous rejection from LeChuck, though.)

Anyway the Galbrush Problem suggests that a Galbrush version of these games would come across as offensive, because Guybrush is a comedic protagonist. He's subjected to slapstick, mocked, rendered the butt of jokes. He says and does absolutely ridiculous things. Who'd enjoy a woman being a victim of such humiliation?

I hate the Galbrush Problem as an argument.

Because Guybrush might be hard to take seriously, but he's still loveable - he's quick-witted, charming, and his many failures combined with his unwillingness to let them ever get him down for long actually make him a little inspiring. And we don't just watch him, we embody him - we relate to him. His absurd challenges are ours to overcome and his cracking wise in the face of craziness is something we sort of wish we could do. We'll all look a bit ridiculous at least some of the time. That's not something gender specific.

It's not a problem to write a woman being goofy. Not unless you present that as her only trait, or her as the only woman, or failure as the only outcome of her actions. Meryl completely explodes the Galbrush problem by being hilarious - she and Vash get to play comedic partners pretty frequently early on and it's always great, and her stupid sibling fights with Wolfwood are splendid. It doesn't make her offensive. She's fun! We need levity! That tomas is hauling around a bunch of fricking coffins!

The wonder of Trigun as a story is that everyone in it is so gloriously, painfully human, even the ones who pretend not to be. Is there really something offensive about affording women that courtesy too? Really?

Maybe I get too pissy about it, I don't know, but I've been a fandom cryptid for some twenty years, and was once determined to enter a profession where there was straight up a conspiracy to prevent women being protagonists, or when they are protagonists, having partners or lovers, because it meant they were less appealing and available.

Lookit this silly marshmallow. What about her is unappealing? What about her is offensive? I mean, apart from the fact that at this rate she's going to give that poor man a heart attack.

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[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

"You really think you're going without me? Not going to happen."

@summer-of-bad-batch week 4 alt prompt

Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: Omega, Lyana Hazard Set directly after the S3 epilogue Word Count: ~720 Read Here on AO3

Synopsis: Omega departs Pabu with an unexpected passenger

Omega guided the ship carefully out of the beach-side cove, proximity sensors flashing an urgent warning but their sirens silenced. She knew exactly how much clearance she had without scraping the wing-tips on the cave mouth, what altitude she needed to occupy – just barely above the lapping waves – to avoid scraping the top of the ship of the rocky ceiling.

Then she was out and moonlight streamed into the cockpit, flaring in a bluish gleam through the cracked glass of the goggles on the dashboard. She smiled to herself, sorrow and anticipation forming an unsettling partnership inside her gut.

She wouldn’t look back. She had said her goodbyes.

Instead she gunned the engines, sending her small ship speeding out over the water before pulling up into a steep ascent, heading for the edge of the atmosphere.

Below, Pabu shrunk away against the ocean, receding to a bright spark of warm yellow light against the black and moon-crested waves.

Her home of so many years – the haven amongst the ocean that they had chosen for themselves – she would miss it.

But not as much as she would miss this adventure, if she didn’t go on it now.

After all, she wouldn’t be alone. She knew so many of the clones already fighting in the rebellion, and the other peoples too. She was ready to be one of them; now was the time to lend her presence, her flying and fighting skills, to those men and women already pushing back against the empire.

As the ship buffeted through the upper atmosphere and into the vacuum of space, she heard a soft scrape.

The unexpected noise was hardly enough to make her panic. She was too well-trained for that. Half a lifetime with her brothers had taught her how to take care of herself. She leaned forwards as though reaching for a button on the control panel, but the crease of her body let her reach for the blaster affixed under the pilot’s column.

Omega stretched her hearing to its limit as she curled her fingers around the blaster. Putting the faintest pressure on the trigger, she carefully drew the gun into her lap as she straightened. She may lack Hunter’s enhanced senses but her instincts were good, and she listened patiently as the intruder extricated themselves from their hiding place.

A quiet thunk, a muffled curse, and Omega span to her feet, blaster aimed at chest level.

Lyana grinned sheepishly, raising her hands in surrender even as she ducked to avoid Omega’s aim.

“Only me!” she offered apologetically, her voice chiming with amusement as Omega’s brown eyes went wide.

Confusion, then concern, flickered across Omega’s face, before both were swept away by a dazzling smile which lit her face from ear to ear.

“You!” she squealed, rushing forwards and grabbing Lyana under her armpits. Lyana groaned a complaint as the blaster still in Omega’s hand dug into her side, but Omega was lifting her and spinning her and she laughed gaily before dropping back to her toes, linking both arms around Omega’s neck and pulling her in to a playful kiss.

“You really think you’re going without me?” she teased as they broke apart, keeping her forehead pressed close to Omega’s. “Not going to happen!”

“How did you get here?” asked Omega, dropping the hand with the blaster to her side, lifting the other to stroke a hand over Lyana’s neck to the soft curls at her nape. She hadn’t stopped smiling. “I was with Hunter. How did you sneak past us?”

Lyana chuckled, peppering Omega’s brow with kisses. “I’ve been hiding in here for hours,” she confessed, a guilty grin accompanying her words. “When Hunter showed up, I was sure he would realise…” She ducked her head to peer seriously into Omega’s eyes. “You’re not mad?”

Omega didn’t answer, other than to take Lyana’s hand and tug her gently towards the pilot’s chair. She seated herself, then pulled her girlfriend down into her lap.

The bittersweet ache of bidding farewell to Hunter still sat low in her chest, but now her heart raced with excitement once more.

“Ready for the jump to hyperspace?” she asked, quirking one eyebrow at Lyana.

Lyana merely linked her arms round Omega’s neck, shuffling to make herself comfortable.

“With you?” The question melted into a smile. “Always.”

[respectthepetty]

Because Christmas came early (or two years late depending on how we think about it), Be My Favorite's trailer just dropped!

CONS

I don't trust the writer, JittiRain, AT ALL! Not one atom in my body believes this person will do me right, so I will be hesitant the entire time because the angst will most likely be unnecessary and due to the dumbest miscommunication.

Also, there will be singing

Lots of it! My eyes spot a guitar on that beach.

Next, I noticed this with one of the BTS pictures, but I feel this show will have a lot of "the writing's on the wall" moments, literally.

The writing reads "Extending our friendship" on the panel behind Fluke (Pisaeng)

The posters read "We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things, because we're curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths. ~Walt Disney." and "The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet. ~Aristotle."

This isn't really bad, but it means it'll be deeper than I was expecting, so I'll have to pay attention instead of just casually watching.

PROS

If there was anyone who NEEDED to play Botkawee, it's Krist. Casting him as the man with no friends and an awful life was a smart choice since most of us actively want that for him, so seeing Botkawee come out of his shell as he falls in love with a man and embrace life each time he travels back will be a redemption for Krist as well.

Fluke playing the handsome guy who Botkawee hates because he thinks Pisaeng changed his entire life by stealing the girl (when he changed it by actually helping out Botkawee) is also good casting because, well, look at Fluke!

It will be satisfying to see Krist Botkawee realize that he is the reason for his life being shit while Fluke Pisaeng stands there and looks pretty

Because if anything, Fluke is never not pretty

Although, the waking-up-in-bed together part that was in the initial trailer seems to have disappeared, it's nice to see Pisaeng is still committed to liking Botkawee from the beginning

Which means he will likely be the one to always seek out Botkawee (on his wedding day, JittiRain really?!) and give him affection

But at least we will get some level of softness from Botkawee

TWO WEEKS!

I'm seated. I'm ready.

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Let’s get some fun recommendations goin around here! What’s a piece of clone content (art, fic, etc) that has stuck with you as being notably excellent? Tag it in your answer so we can all find some new fun to read! If you want, of course; feel free to ignore! 💕

Oooh, this is fun! Yes ♥ I'm an absolute whore for art ♥

Starting off with a beautiful take on my favorite shit boy from the 104th, my babylove, Warthog by @omaano. I know there's no need for an explanation but I'm just so overly proud and touched because this was a tribute to a fallen comrade who happens to be Warthog's bestiecakes, Tracer.

Read more here ♥ And yes, Warthog is my favorite ♥ I will pick him again and again and again and again and again over Commander Wolffe ♥

Second would be Big Boy Wrecker ♥ As much as I am crazy for soft Wrecker with pink beach shorts with Omega, it's the Mischief Energy for me ♥ Love me some unhinged, chaotic, bulldozer baby girl of a man ♥ Also, everything @amorfista is a fave ♥

[WIP] "Shenanigans at the beach"

Another Wrecker by @lornaka because omg, he has truly captivated my heart ♥

Miss these kids sm

Darth Fett by @eyecandyeoz ♥ Candy outdid themselves here and I cannot emphasize that enough because (1) that fic is absolutely filthy, (2) it's a fic and art for one of my hidden/small otps, and (3) that art is as absolutely filthy as the fic.

Vader × Fett😈

This beautiful Crosshair happening that blesses my dash from time to time made by @ditztitz because goddamn, look at those unf-things and them unf-lines.

Very Toned Crosshair

This beautiful Crosshair happening that blesses my dash from time to time made by @ditztitz because goddamn, look at those unf-things and them unf-lines.

House of Fett | Family Picture

House of Fett, of course by @baufraus who I am obsessed with in terms of their art style and sticker vibe.

Thicc Fox & Thicc Wolffe ♥

@patchmates thicc twin love because jfc, Wolffe and Fox being hella fine is such a vibe. I've reblogged this so many damn times, I'm still giddy over it ♥

Bly in booty shorts

Need no explanation than the fact that someone better steal his blacks from time to time for the good of the galaxy. Delicious art by @thatfunkyopossum

Croissants being actual croissants ♥

Anything Fox and Corrie boys related by @amikoroyaiart because they so precious and so much foolishness happening ♥

That one Commander Fox Art that serves so much cunt I feel insecure as a cunt-bearing organism ♥.

This to me is s.ex on the eyes. It's the judgmental tilt of the head, that eyebrow raise, that look of disapproval that can also be seen as 'yeah, I'd hit that... but after work cause I got so much fucking work' — it's the bad boy ciggue for me, that puff of smoke in the background, that turtleneck blacks, that thiccness, that scar, that jfc-i would like to get railed by this man on his desk while he works vibe. ;//////;

Amazing art by @calamity-aims

Need something on your wall? Check them out ♥

Two from @idontgetanysleep that I would love to see on a wall:

Black and white Info Panel feature Wolffe, Rex, Cody, and Gregor ♥♥♥

Vibrant & Groovy Wallpapers featuring Wolffe, Rex, Cody, Howzer, Gregor ♥♥♥

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And lastly, every single fucking panel in this post resonates to me in an astronomical level that I feel more closer to being Fox than being in love with Fox. This is essentially Fox and Me in photos as one. And I'm so pleased that @that-one-egomaniac gave me permission to use this bit because I am obsessed with this that I will post the photo itself — behold, my most favorite thing in the entire galaxy:

Thank you for this very interesting ask ♥

Note: I also don't know why some of the links didn't work as I was getting an error when posting so the rest came out as hyperlinks.

[linksthoughtbrambles]

Oopsy

A TotK/Star Trek: Lower Decks crossover fic for Linktober 2023 Day 11: Monsters/Beasts. (No TotK spoilers). (If you know, you know). 2800 words.

“Narj loves all the creatures in his menage!” Narj said, his thick spectacles magnifying eyes squeezed happily shut.

“If you love us, sir, truly, set us free,” Zelda replied.

“Have no fear, humans.  Starfleet is already on its way,” Narj said, walking off as if that was clearly that.

Zelda spun on Link, her hands on her inexplicably-jumpsuited hips, her big green eyes even bigger than usual.

It wasn’t every day Link got to see her ‘I’m being ignored?!’ face.

“Humans?” she asked.  “What does he think we are?”

Link shrugged.  “Dunno, but I think he’s corn.”

---

Link preferred when Zelda slept in the hammock with him.

Unfortunately, that’s what everyone else preferred, too.

‘Ooooh, mama, look what those Vulcans are doing!’ exclaimed what appeared to be a small boulder covered in oven-baked mozzarella.  It leaned up against their cage’s window, somehow reminding Link of a puppy despite having no facial features, legs, or a tail.

‘Those aren’t Vulcans, daughter three thousand and fifty-eight.  They must be Romulans,’ answered a much larger cheese-draped boulder with two distinct throbbing noises.

‘Romulans?  For real?  How can you tell?’

‘They don’t look like anyone in Vulcan Love-Slave.’

Narj had called them ‘Vulcans’ at first, too (once he realized they could talk).

Unfortunately, their language skills hadn’t stopped him from keeping them locked up and on display.

“We’re in a zoo, Zel,” Link said.

“Not for long,” she said, eyeing a panel on the wall.

---

“OH FUCK! THE MOOPSY IS FREE!” screamed Narj, clawing in terror at the wall behind him as a newcomer named Mariner scoffed.

“Oh nooo, your cuddliest prisoner is loose, whatever shall we do?” she said with a smirk, but Narj’s utter freak-out had already sent Link shoving Zelda back in their now-open cage as he dove for a vaguely shield-like wall-panel thick with beach-palette paint.

The panel was no longer seated properly (thanks to Zelda).  One corner swiveled directly into the wall’s circuitry with all the considerable momentum Link had in his short-but-dense body.

“Moopsy!” said Moopsy in its sweet, cuddly voice.

A loud hum deep in the walls prefaced a brief blackness giving way to emergency lighting and a flutter of activity behind Link: squawks, screeches, roars, buzzes, pitter-patters, plop-plop-plops, splashes and scrabbling, and way more he couldn’t make out except “FUCK ME, THEY’RE ALL FREE!!!”

Link hadn’t thought corn could scream like that.  He spun to see Moopsy’s little white pudge-fluff body on a winged goat’s back.

“Moopsy!” Moopsy said.

And Moopsy’s mouth become FAR FAR FAR TOO WIDE to make sense, two tiny fangs glinting as the massive face-hole closed on the goat’s skull and sucked its skeleton up like steaming-hot gelatin.

“HOLY FUUUUUUCK!” Mariner yelled at the exact moment Link’s bowels chilled about fifty degrees.

Celsius.

Moopsy snapped its head to the side, flopping the goat’s skin and soft tissue like a beloved chew-toy.

Zelda made a strangled sound of rising disgust and Link raised the wall panel as an awkward, two-handed shield with no strap.  He’d be better off using it as a claymore.

Huh.

That could work.

Link flip-gripped it at one end and swung it broad-faced into the Moopsy as hard as he could on such short notice.

“Moopsy!” Moopsy cried in distress as it spun through the air and disappeared into an arboreal habitat on the 2nd floor.

Link could’ve sworn he heard a little squeak when it landed.

He definitely heard all the gasps.

Why were they all looking at him?  Weren’t swamp-gobblers snarling right on the other side of the sky snake’s habitat?

“Link!” Zelda said, brows knit and mouth gawking at him.

“What?!”

“The Moopsy is Narj’s favorite!” Narj said, his head in his hands.

“I am- so sorry, Mr. Narj,” said the big blond man whose name Link hadn’t caught.  “Starfleet will take full responsibility for any losses incurred as a result of our people’s actions-“

“I’m not your people,” Link said, but he got talked over.

“Oh- this is- bullshit,” said Mariner.  “’Ooooh, fuck, fuck, the Moopsy is free’ and ‘oh shit not the fucked up goat!’ and then you go all gooey and teary when this guy smacks its ass away from us, which, THANK YOU, by the way, strange dude with super-WEIRD- VERY pointy ears, you’re not human at all, are you?”

Link shook his head, but she hadn’t stopped despite the building volume of the animal brawl behind and to the right of the central exhibit (the short guy in the red shirt cringed, his back to its low, round wall).

“If it’s your weird-ass monster creatures’ lives or ours, ours win, no matter how adorable their eyes or tiny, nubby tails or innocent voices may be.”

“I gave these creatures a safe home!” Narj protested.  “I don’t want to see them harmed!”

“It seems you have little choice,” said Zelda with a gesture toward the chaos.

A pack of dog-like animals with horns had wandered between the two scythe-handed swamp-gobblers, who had then attempted a pincer-strike on one of the smaller horn-dogs.  Two horn-dogs seemed content to simply flop to the floor and wait this out, while the other two leapt to defend their packmate with startling aggression.  A horn-dog’s horn was currently embedded in a swamp-gobbler’s nostril, and a strange, floating ball of light with three cobra heads appeared to be getting throttled in the squeeze of the much thicker and lengthier sky snake’s body (also floating) while reptile-birds, hammer-head-birds, colorful head-plumage birds and a kalaidescope of butterflies fluttered and swopped around them.  One cobra-head snapped a butterfly right out of the air and hissed purple light.

This was to say nothing of the myriad of small creatures pattering and oozing their way along the floor or the frenetic mixture of cooing, screeching, and slurping sounds issuing from the balcony running the circumference of the room above them.

“Oh- OH!  NOT MY TRIBBLES!”  Narj ran a single, abortive stride toward the stairway.

“Moopsy!”

The adorable sound stopped him dead, his face struck with horror.

“Tribbles?!” the big blond said.  He’d raised spread hands, ready to grapple, sharp eyes flicking from creature to creature.  “I thought you were operating within federation law!”

“Narj does operate lawfully!  I do not trade or transport my tribbles!  I simply maintain my stock!”

“That’s what they all say,” Mariner said, her stance mimicking her colleague’s.

(The short guy in the red shirt hadn’t moved.  He muttered something about his pants).

A tribble rolled from the balcony and hit Link square on the head before it bounced to the ground.

He blinked at the completely innocuous, tawny-furred ovoid.  “Is this like the Moopsy?” he asked.

“No no no no no!” Narj said inserting himself between Link and the puffball, his shaking hands very nearly touching Link’s chest.

It was weird.

“Tribbles merely breed quickly-“

“TOO quickly,” blond said.

“WAAAAY too fast,” agreed Mariner.

“Do they have bones?” Zelda asked.

“C-cartilage,” Narj squeezed out.  “What if it can drink them?”  More shrieking and slurping cut through the grunts, growls, squawks and slams.  “WHAT IF IT ALREADY IS?!  AH AAAH!”

He really seemed close to popping some kind of sap vessel.

“Better them than us!” Mariner said.  “Lemme just-“

“I’ll just-“

Link and Mariner stopped talking simultaneously, eyeing each other.

“So, I’ll scope it-“

“I’ll peek up-“

They did it again.

Mariner narrowed her eyes at Link.

He widened his with a nearly unnoticeable shrug.

They shot up an instant later, Mariner with a quick run to the stairwell, a jump and a kick off the banister to grab the safety railing, and Link with a leap up to finger-grip the lower lip of the balcony and pull himself up.

Both peeked left along the 2nd level’s metal floor.

There it was.

Moopsy.

Having the time of its life.

It had a whole tribble in its mouth, sucking on it like hard candy with pleasure-riddled squeaks and big, round eyes glistening with the simple joy of delicious food.

Link totally got it.

There were at least six more tribbles in its path.

He dropped back to the floor with a practiced landing.  “Yeah, it likes those tribbles, we’ve got a minute.”  Link shrugged, picked up the one near his feet, and got halfway through a tossing motion.

“OoohOOoooh!” Narj moaned.

“LINK!” Zelda scolded.

He froze.  “What?!”

“You would do NO SUCH THING were it a cat.”

“Yeah I would.”

“Lies.”

“No, if it’s you or a cat, I choose you.”

“That is not the choice!”

“It might be.”

“We’ve time to think!” she said.

“Not really, we gotta get all these thingamanimals back in their cages,” said Mariner, dropping back in with a bounce of her very bouncy black curls, and a tiny glare at Link.

“I’m not going back in mine,” he warned.

A squelching sound preceded a whimpering cry in the voice of a swamp-gobbler.

“Didn’t say you had to,” Mariner said.

A golden light emanated from Zelda, expanding past the animals, through their cages, and out beyond their ability to see it through the walls.

“What was that?!” blond guy yelled.

“An attempt to re-cage your animals,” Zelda said.  “It was worth attempting, though I’m not surprised it had no effect.”

“Oh!  Oh human, you got the Aldeberan serpent!”  Narj pointed to the triple-cobra-headed light-ball currently pressed to a rocky habitat’s back wall by a blanket of sunlight.

“Is it an evil creature?” Zelda asked.

“Terribly wicked!”

That explained that.

The sky snake, having nothing to strangle, began to fly laps around the room, snapping its jaws and loosing calls like a long-throated crow’s caw.

Zelda’d already stuck her hands into the wall in attempt to re-connect some cabling.

“Hey!  Let me- I’m a professional,” said big blond guy.  He jogged over and nudged Zelda sideways.

This pissed Link off.  “Don’t push her.”

Apparently it also pissed Mariner off.  “You’re not an engineer, Jack.”

Jack cringed.  “Neither are you, Mariner.”

Something soft hit the floor above them.  “Moopsy!”  A sucking sound followed.

Link stalked over to Jack’s right shoulder, between him and Zelda, and looked over it to see him fumbling.  An arc of electricity zapped him and he jumped, nursing a small burn on his wrist.

“Yeah, you should let her do that,” Link said.

“Indeed,” Zelda said, nudging Jack herself.

“Hey!”

Zelda began putting things together and taking them apart with her head cocked and quick glances into the atrium.  “Please tell me if a cage closes!”

“Got it!” said Mariner.

Link kept his eyes peeled.  Some thick-carapaced creature even smaller than the tribbles was oozing its way along the edge of the room toward Jack.  “What’s that thing?”

“What- AGH!” Jack yelled, jumping back into Link.

This was enough impetus for Link to snatch the wall panel back up and flick the critter away with it.  It landed lodged between red-shirt-guy’s shoulder and the low wall he’d pressed his back against.

“AHHHHH!” screamed red-shirt as the critter wiggled to right itself.

“GET UUUUUP,” yelled Mariner.  She sprung toward him.

He didn’t listen.  He did scream incessantly as something small and glistening began to leave a slime-trail on his neck.

“NO NO NO EEL BABIES!” Mariner slapped the tiny animal off him.  It landed somewhere in the ground of the verdant sky snake habitat.

“NO!  CETI EELS ARE A CRITICALLY ENDANGERED SPECIES!” Narj cried.

“IT’LL BE FINE!” Mariner yelled as she held mama-eel’s left antenna between two pincered fingers and dumped her into the habitat, too.

“Moopsy!” said Moopsy.

Link ignored it for a moment, then broke into a sweat.

No more slurping noises.

“Moopsy!”

Link swore under his breath, Jack said “SHIT!”, Mariner growled and spun with eyes on the 2nd floor, and Narj said “FUH HUH HUH HUUUCK!”

Zelda worked quick—and with a sudden zzzzip, the wrong cage closed across the way out of the corner of Link’s eye.

“Look!” Link hissed, wondering if sound lured Moopsies.

“I have it, I have it!” Zelda undid that one but counted quickly, finding a connection and instantly shutting the Aldeberan serpant’s cage with a sigh of relief.  The golden light flickered and faded.  As it did, the serpent hissed its frustration and a previously unnoticed tribble fell from the wall near Narj’s head.

“AH- u- oh?” Narj peered at it, adjusting his glasses.

“Evil tribble,” Link said under his breath.

Above them, the sky snake gave a sudden hiss and a bellow, a sound like sausage grinding moving from directly above their cage toward center-right of the room.  The remains of the sky snake’s body struck the floor with a monumental metallic slap.

The Moopsy raised its cheerful head from the hole in the snake’s skin.  “Moopsy!”

Everything ran.

The gobblers, the reptilian and plumed and hammer-headed birds, the horn-dogs, the remaining winged goat, the starfishy critters that had been skulking along the walls, and even the evil tribble, though it couldn’t move quickly.  Link hadn’t made out all of the small creatures, but they began to clear a wide circle around Moopsy, the floor less littered with tiny, wiggling bodies.

This left the Moopsy.

And them.

Moopsy waddled toward red-shirt guy, who began a rapid, stuttering crawl in the opposite direction.  Moopsy sped up with a bum-wiggle and leapt toward its next meal.

“No you don’t!” Mariner yelled, quick-dragging her sneaker back on the floor, then kicking her leg out straight.  Her shoe flew off at the perfect angle—its sole covered most of Moopsy’s squishy belly as it flew backward into a marshy habitat behind it.

“CLOSE IT! CLOSE IT CLOSE IT!” they all yelled at slighty different times in slightly different ways as Zelda feverishly connected everything.

“I need an insulative sealant!” she cried.

Link eyed the palm fronds, but Jack blew by him, yanked the cloth hammock from its hooks, and began tearing strips off it with his teeth.

Link quietly approved.  He caught the first strips tossed his way and helped Zelda cross-thread them through her many connecitons.

Their own cage shut.

Zelda grunted in frustration.

When they’d finished, the lights had fully returned in the atrium, though they tended to flicker.  So did the force field around the sky snake’s central habitat, but no one seemed to care.

Some creatures were still audibly struggling with each other, stuck mingling in habitats not their own.

That was fine for now.

Red-shirt guy finally stood, his back bent and face pale as he shook off his prey chemicals.

Narj thanked Zelda and Mariner profusely as he fiddled with his ring of keys.  “Narj is so grateful.  Narj may lose more of his creatures but will recover.  I will recover.  And I will free you the normal way, this time!”

Mariner gave Zelda a suspicious look that had Link inching protectively toward her.

“Hang on,” Mariner said.

Narj’s shaky smile drooped.

“You,” Mariner said.

“Us?” Link asked.

“Your force field just happens to go down right before the Moopsy’s free?”

Link side-eyed Zelda.

“You let it out!” said Mariner.

Zelda fidgeted her fingertips.  “Not intentionally.”

Everyone gasped but Link.

“I’m extremely glad no one was hurt,” she said, now wringing her hands.

Link put an arm around her shoulders and glared at the others.  He especially glared at Jack since he was in there with them, and Link didn’t want him to try anything.

Jack crossed his arms, a stern look on.  “We were coming to get you.  You didn’t have to break out.”

“How were we to know?”  Zelda asked.

“Narj told you!” Narj said.

“You said Starfleet was coming,” Link said in his soft voice.  “That could’ve meant anything.”

Mariner’s face screwed up.  “Any-?!  We’re STARFLEET, what did you think it would mean?”

Link shrugged.  “A bunch of stars sailing the high seas together?  Maybe some great navigators banding together to keep their ships safe?  Maybe an army?”

Everyone stared.

“How could you not know what Starfleet i-“ Mariner shook her head.  “Wait a minute.  You’re NOT human.  You’re not Vulcan, Romulan, Reman, Ramuran, Halanan, Ocampan, or Arkenites, so what the hell are you guys?”

“We are Hylian,” Zelda said in a small voice.

“Never heard of you,” said Jack.  “What planet are you from?”

Link and Zelda looked at each other.

“Moopsy!” Moopsy said from its new habitat.

Jack, Mariner, and red-shirt’s eyes made a slow journey toward Narj, who tittered.

“I- I don’t always know where they come from.”

“Come on, man, PRIME DIRECTIVE!”  (Jack).

“WITHIN FEDERATION LAW, MY ASS!”  (Mariner).

“SIRS, I WANT A DESK JOB!” (That poor red-shirted bastard).

That conversation devolved into a heated argument.

Link grimaced.  “They think we’re from a planet?  The things in the sky?  Maybe that’s what they call sky islands or something.”

Zelda, for once, appeared lost.

At first.

Her eyes grew wide.

Then wider.

Then wider.

“LINK!”

“What?!”

“People live on planets!!!” she cried.

The others went quiet.

“Awwww,” Jack said, palming his face.  “Time for another memory wipe.”

Link blanched.  “Not again!”

-------

[For visual reference, this post has Moopsy and Narj. The 3 starfleet characters were Beckett Mariner, Jack Ransom, and Gary (on left in pic). Lower Decks is awesome.]

Gary (red-shirt guy) and Mariner. She's dressed down today.

Below: Jack Ransom (with Mariner far off in background).

[passivenovember]

a dash of toxicity because Steve won’t let himself love

--

“You’re a little bit of a whore,”

The words feel strange on his tongue. Like a smoke signal. A last-ditch effort to call wayward ships home. They sound like his father. Like a script long abandoned with the drying ink of divorce papers. 

Steve feels like shit. Steve’s gonna vomit, pea-green lace tacking his sleep shirt to his skin, and.

Billy freezes with his palm on the third belt loop. 

“What?” 

His knuckles are white from cinching leather in place, closing shop.

Steve swallows, tongue thick and heavy. “You’re a slut,” Steve says. He pokes at faded blue carpet underfoot with one toe, trying to feel the paneled wall behind his back warming like the center of a flame where he’s pressed against it.

Billy’s eyes are cold. Sea glass blue. “And you’re an asshole.”

“It’s the truth.”

“I wanna look nice,” Billy mutters. He pulls the tank top off of his shoulders from the hem, dragging it up his face like a coroner’s cloth.

His tits bunch together. Bulge and swell, and. Steve tries not to to look. Fails. Closes his eyes while Billy pulls a dress shirt on. Left and then right bicep, buttoning until his chest mimics sandy beaches lapping against the turquoise surf.

Steve can’t breathe. He’s gonna pass out.

“You already look nice,” Steve tells him. And Billy snorts like he does when he’s flattered but he’s mad about it, too. 

Angry cow. A charging bull. 

Steve’s not afraid of him. Steve gets to see him like this. Cheeks red and creased. Curls soft and frizzy from laying in bed all day, reading under the covers. 

Billy tugs his jeans on and puts cream under his eyes. Slathers deodorant under his pits until he smells like the sea in winter. 

He’s going. 

Steve can’t believe he’s actually going through with this, so he sits up a little straighter, spine curving off the wall.

“Why do you always dress like that?” Steve says, strong and steady, adapting like his father always could. He thunks his head against the wall. Blinks away tears. “You’re dressed like a hooker.”

It hurts him. Both of them.

Billy smiles sadly, like he sees right through it. “Need more leather for that, baby.”

“Put the jacket on,” Steve says. 

“Too cold out for the black leather,”

Billy’s fussing with himself in the mirror, trying to achieve perfection in the same panicked way girls do. Primping his curls, slathering shiny pink balm over each lip and smacking them together. 

It’s watermelon. Steve can smell it from here. 

It turns his stomach.

Steve bites he inside of his cheek. Tastes blood. “Which jacket are you gonna wear?” He asks. Steady. Strong.

Billy stares at him through the mirror, eyes bright. “Why are you riding my ass?”

“I’m not riding your ass, it’s cold outside.”

Billy nods at him, small and curt, eyes dropping to the stash of cologne he keeps on the dresser by the window. “I’ll be fine. I don’t need a jacket.”

He’s going. 

He’s actually--

Steve gets off the floor. Stretches a little and moves the covers on the bed, and. Sits on the bed. Like he’s never done it before. Like he isn’t sure the bed can hold him. 

Billy picks the Tom Ford Steve got him for Christmas. He squirts his neck, right behind each ear. His wrists, where he rubs them together, and.

His dick. 

Steve’s gonna vomit. He clears his throat, “You’re not sleeping with her, are you?”

“Steve.”

“You only spray your pants if you’re gonna sleep with them.”

“Why do you care what happens?” Billy demands. “You told me to do this. You said it would be a good idea to do this--”

“I didn’t think you really would.”

“So this was a test?” He turns, feet planted to take the weight of whatever Steve wants to tell him. “What the fuck.”

He's beautiful. 

Clean and masculine and lovely. Steve hates it. Wants him stripped down, wrapped in threadbare sheets, cheeks pink and pillow-lined, reading out loud until Steve floats. Forgets his own name.

Steve gets off the bed. Plants his own feet, knees shaking a little. “You look like a corner girl but you’re better than that. You’re better than this.”

Billy exhales, sharp and sudden. “Why are you talking to me like that?” 

“Like what?”

“Like you’re a fifty-year-old man who’s wife is gonna pack up and skip town?”

Steve blinks, squares his jaw. “I’m not--”

"It won’t work,” Billy snaps. Quiet and final. “I’m not your mama and we’re not married.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Say that shit to me again and I’ll crack your skull.”

“Billy--”

“I’m not so strung out on you that I won’t rock your fucking shit, alright?” He turns, stalking to the wardrobe where he disappears, digging around for something warm. 

Steve wants to put his arms around Billy. 

He feels sick to his stomach. Billy reemerges with a brown leather jacket, already shrugging into it when he realizes Steve might cry because he’s sniffling. Choking softly on something like love.

“Don’t go.”

“I’m not standing this chick up.”

“This was so fucking stupid,” Steve admits suddenly, exasperated. “I never should’ve told you to do this.”

“So why did you?”

“Because,” Steve whimpers, pathetic. So fucking pathetic and sick to his stomach with love. 

He wants to say it. 

Billy’s standing in front of him, open and expectant, still so sweet after all the shit Steve’s put him through, and.

Steve swallows it. Everything. 

He shakes his head. “It’s alright. Go.”

Billy takes a small, shuffling step backward as if Steve had tried to hit him. His eyes close like doors. Fill with water. 

Billy nods. “Don’t wait up.”

His cheeks aren’t pillow lined anymore. 

[kassymalone]

Well, it must be the time of year that I have no time or energy to write, because I have SO MANY IDEAS.

Fuck it, IDEA DUMP

A KISS Side Story: Coffee Snob

Moving back to the city to be closer to work, Black is living on his own for the first time. Aside from being a little lonely and burying himself in his work, he manages just fine. Plagued by an extra intense dose of his usual insomnia, he uses his restless nights to find the best coffee in the city.

Discovering an unassuming hole-in-the-wall that's open 24 hours, he discovers the single best coffee he's ever drunk in his life, and forms an unlikely friendship with the late-night worker. As their relationship starts to build beyond the constraints of the after-hours serving window, Black starts to wonder if there could possibly be more to his life than just work and family.

Let Me Be Soft

The barrier is broken, the vicious monsters are free. With everything he ever fought for in his hands, Edge is realising that he doesn't know who he is any more. With nothing to aim for and no royal guard to serve, he's adrift in endless possibilities that he can't grasp. Taking a temp job helping out a new human friend of Toriel's, his world starts to grow as he explores new, softer sides of himself, finding fulfilment in arts and crafts and a gentle relationship that he never even imagined for himself before.

The Rooftop

You thought you were the unluckiest person alive when a broken leg trapped you in your flat a few days after you moved to Ebbott, but when a mysterious plague struck and wiped out most of humanity, it turned out you were the lucky one. While monsters are immune to the plague, they're still isolating to protect their human friends and neighbours, including the guys in your building.

Initially contacting each other by the small buildings group chat, you get to know each of guys in Skeleton Skelton Hall very well, meeting in person when restrictions relax and helping each other through the start of the end of the world.

After The Fall

Its the end of the world. Literally. Well over 99% of the worlds population is gone, and everything is falling apart. As night falls, you duck into a relatively intact building to wait out a storm, only to find something you didn't expect - a working animatronic. Moon seems to be just as lonely as you are, trapped in this rotting shell of a building alone.

Using what little engineering skill you possess, you rig him up a portable solar panel to change his batteries, and the two of you take off in a refit security van to find what's left of humanity. Finally out in the sunshine, it turns out Moon wasn't quite as alone as it seemed, and now you've got another uncontrollable friend to explore the end of the world with.

A Smile Like the Devil Himself

You only went on the damn dating show to stop your mothers incessant nagging. When you got to the beach resort, it became pretty obvious that you were the foil - the plain looking one only there to contrast the literal instagram models that made up the rest of the 'cast'. The most gorgeous of all is the nearly seven foot tall bronze god with wild red hair, Ganondorf, who mostly just seems confused by everything going on.

Unimpressed by good looks and shallow affect (because the Gerudo women were the most beautiful in the world, apparently), he ends up spending most of his time with you, much to everyone's shock. Even when the show ends, the two of you stay friends as you help him adjust to life in your country and find a wife, which is apparently a rite of passage where he's from.

At least, that's what you thought you were doing. Turns out that your new 'friend' has a very different idea of courting than you do, and he's very keen to introduce you to his mothers in Hyrule.

Whether you like it or not.

[wannabepapa]

ngl u three r pretty damn cute. but if u want prompts i love when someones gotta birth quietly in the same room as ur baby daddy or other people. feel free to make it about u three if u want

Shit. Not tonight—not when we were supposed to be at this wedding for the next six hours. I thought it was braxton hicks that I had been dealing with for the last two weeks and didn't mention it. Except I was very wrong when I felt my first actual contraction wake me this morning. Luckily I was able to sneak out of bed not long after to the bathroom.

"You definitely picked the worst time little nugget." I mutter, a hand groping around my tender stomach. I had dropped days ago with no labor in sight. It wasn't uncommon for pregnancies to go past the due date so none of us worried when mine passed by. The wedding didn't seem like it would pose a problem at that point, now I'm not so sure. I knew I should have told Marin or E right after they woke up but we had hours before it was push time. First baby and all everyone said to expect to be in active labor before even thinking about going into transitional labor.

Sitting through the ceremony had been mildly uncomfortable—the cramping had gotten old as it took my focus away from the actual ceremony and left my stomach aching. I feel someone's head nuzzle against my neck, pulling me from my discomfort if only for a moment to kiss their head. A hand reaches over the apex of my bump and I see the little cuddle bug is E which elicts a soft smile. He loved the belly and the little nugget that made me turn into a beached whale so much. It was endearing to see how attentive and loving they were to the baby, especially after twenty weeks when the baby started moving.

"You okay?" they whisper low enough only I could hear. His hand rubs my belly absentmindedly—likely in attempts to rouse the babe from their slumber. Right as I was going to answer my muscles contracted, distorting my stomach as it squeezed my room terribly tight. My suit jacket had thankfully hidden how boxy it became though my restrained grunt raised E's and Marin's attention. Her hand founds its way to my protrusion quickly, snaking under the panels of my jacket to feel around curiously.

"Are these real contractions?" her tone is hushed but I can hear the concern lacing it. We had two whole weeks of false contractions that had us all walking on eggshells. Compared to what I was dealing with now those were a breeze. I didn't want to look Marin in the eye and lie—it felt so wrong to keep this from either of my partner when it came to the health of our baby.

"No" my stomach twisted with guilt. It was still early, I could pull this off. The climax of the contractions came and went to bringus back to the finishing of the ceremony. They graciously helped me stand from the folding chair as the newlyweds walked down the aisle with bright smiles and joyful laughter. Everyone clapped and hollered for their happy union before slowly they all filed out after the pair to head to the reception. More sitting and dreading of the next five hours pretending to have fun while my unborn child is rushing to be born.

Hour one was easy to play along in fake excitement. I was too big to go on the dance floor and everyone was milling about to greet everyone. Some friends and family came over to check on me, giving the bump a rub for good luck while gushing about how handsome I looked. This would be a piece of cake.

Hour two took a turn. I seemingly had a hot fash and had to shed the jacket to not feel as if I were suffocating. I looked a mess—shirt clinging to my chest thanks to the sheer size they became over the course of nine months and my back slick with sweat. Baby hairs were pasted to my neck and forehead, beading sweat dripping off me as everyone around was too busy dancing to pay enough mind.

E and Marin had been on the dance floor for the last half an hour throughly enjoying themselves. Every time they came in my line of sight, seeing them laughing and holding each other, made me wish to join them. With how cumbersome I became early in pregnancy there were many things we couldn't all do together—dancing being one of them. At home I would sit in my rocker surrounded by pillows while I watched them slow dance looking so in love. It was a dream.

"Shit." I groan quickly, gripping the edge of the table as my body was rocked again. Three minutes, that's not good. I could feel th frustration of the baby as they were crushed again, knowing full well I was going to get the crap kicked out of me for messing with their comfortable home. Both hands are rubbing circles around the tight orb begging for the pain to end so I could get to the bathroom. My body was slick with sweat and clammy from the stress of labor. Through the stabbing pain I force myself to stand, a hand holding my painfully low middle that threatened to topple me forward. No one was focused on me—they were all going about the hall, laughing gleefully as if there was nothing to care about. I out myself in this position so there was no pity.

Grunting, groaning, just about any noise you could imagine to come from me tumbled out as the slow penguin shuffled commenced to the bathroom. The pressure having built throughout the night brought tears to my eyes with each movement. My hips were on fire, a deep ache in my pelvis was going to drive me crazy. I felt both stubborn and woefully needy for help as my eyes scanned the dance floor for my lovers. Finally making it to the French doors to lead out to the hallway something inside me popped. "Oh shit."

Color drained from my face as my heart began pounding in my ears. No sight of them. They had to be somewhere, but where? Frantic hands reach for my phone in my soaked pants to send and SOS. I had to bite back an animalistic growl as the text was sent into the group chat. Hopefully one of them had their cell to see where I wondered off to. I couldn't stay here but I also didn't know if I could get out the door to make it to the bathroom. It felt like something was threatening to split me in half, the intense pressure building deep within as I grit my teeth to hold back. I barely managed to put my full weight against the door, unsteady feet trying to make purchase in the tiled hall to privacy. I came up short when my knees buckled just outside the door where I caught myself against the door jam. Tears were freely falling as I felt a burning pressure that forced my body to push. No baby. Wait for mama and daddy, please wait..!

I don't know whose arms hooked under my armpit to haul me from my hunched position or how I had suddenly been blinded by a harsh florescent light. No thoughts were important right now. I had staved off labor for too long. I needed to keep pushing now. I held onto whoever was my savior, using them as a counter weight to fall into a deep squat to push again. My clothes felt constrictive—were they this tight earlier today? I was being suffocated by my clothes with some stranger that has to witness someone giving birth. Poor thing.

"Lock the door Mar." Wait. I know that voice. My eyes, unfocused and blurry from stinging tears and sweat, look up to see E. My darling partner with his concerned face looking both terrified and focused all at once. In another moment I hear the lock of the door latch and clicking of heels rushing back to us. Marin— I take a heaving breath before a blubbering sob slips out with incomprehensible apologizes for lying. They both hush me gently, two sets of hands making work getting my sweat and waters soaked clothes off. This wasn't exactly in the birth plan but it didn't matter right now. I had both my partner—the loving parents to this nugget—holding me in their arms as we sway in place waiting for another contraction. I was going to be scolded later. That's okay, they're here now. I'm not alone.

My breath hitched as another burning urge to push overcame me that put me down in a low crouch again. E held fast with Marin kneeling behind me to rub my back, both whispering encouraging words as I put my all into this push. The baby's head was slowly inching its snail pace down my birth canal—I was so close. I could feel myself spreading farther than I thought I could handle. Whimpering and begging for it all to stop I felt soft hands press into my lower back to massage the aching muscles. It was euphoric, a kind gesture that gave me some more to anchor myself for this final push. Letting out a guttural scream I bore down with the little strength I had left, the baby rushing downward until their head fully crowned to spread me painfully wide. I gasped in surprised at the sensations—it was the worst I had ever felt but it was all worth it. We were having a baby. A perfect symbol of our love that would be the stepping stone of our huge family.

"The head, I see the head!" I hear her choked with emotions. She cupped the head with both hands while my body shook in effort. Now I needed to be careful. Little pushes, can't let myself tear and scare anyone. It took all my remaining focus and energy to only let myself push bit by bit. I felt the head bulging out of me, the nose moving and pressing down me, until finally it came to climax with the head finally popping free of me. "Oh my god look at all that hair..!"

In minutes the baby was out and whimpering when I collapsed into E's arms. I felt so empty now and weak. One second I was being cradled then the next I was resting against someone and something was put into my arms. No, not something, the baby. They were bundled up in my shirt wriggling and whimpering at the new world they were brought into. An absolutely perfect little being was in my arms, I was surrounded by the loves of my life who were crying and cooing at our first born, and everything was absolutely perfect. Except the hollow feeling in my belly that made me ache.

"I want another. As soon as possible."

[sashi-ya]

[𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬] 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

✦ answering to this question from Byakuya anon 🌸. ✦ tw: slightly nsfw. especially the last hc. mentions of sex. nudity. taking baths together and the things I ll never have if I keep dating real men. ✦ an: pls follow the link to listen to Byakuya's VA singning the song I mention in the hcs ♡. The manga panel used for the banner is slightly altered, he isn't smiling in the original one. (sorry Kubo, I needed to) ✦ wc: 664

➜ Taking baths together. Not always they end on sex, specially when both have to attend the Gotei’s matters. But, Byakuya is so meticulous and delicate, he will take the time to treat you like the noble you are. Both will wash your hairs. His soft hands applying essential oils, both deserve -and enjoy the best-. Speaking of baths, Byakuya doesn’t seem to understand how naturally handsome and sensual he is; whenever he takes shower alone you are absolutely allowed to sit outside to chat about the day -to chat and drool at him acting so nonchalantly, letting the sunrays of a new day filter and kiss his pale skin…

➜ Trips to most exclusive destinations in the world of the living. Would you like to put on your Gigai and go relax at the beaches of Bali? Sure. Would you like to visit Paris? Of course, as long as you don’t make him eat from a boulangerie, he would be ok with it. Venice, for the carnival you say? let's go. By the way, Venice seems to be one of his favourite places; and yours too. During one of those nights, while staying at the Gritti Palace Hotel, with white sheets tumbled and the big window showing you the great canal, Byakuya would start singing “Bella Notte” while you dance… maybe naked, or maybe already dressed for a romantic dinner at the terrace.

➜ Looking at each other with prying eyes during social events/Gotei’s meetings. Dark blue sky eyes, sharp look scanning you, calling you to look at him. He is the type of man that will kill for you, that possess you but never cuts your freedom. Instead, he wins your exclusivity with a pleading stare that can melt your heart; Yes, that cold sight everybody always mention, with you is warm, is fire and love. You feel his attention need, your eyes search for his. A subtle smirk is enough to make Byakuya swallow and softly stretch his neck muscles. You may think he is trying to look more severe than normal, with more superiority, but he isn’t… he is just trying to process the way your sexy look makes his body feel. (You really believe nobody realizes, but everybody does, and they are all happy. Kuchiki Taicho needed you…) .

➜ Cooking Wakame Taiishii cookies together. He has a special cutter with the form of Wakame ambassador (and one of Chappy, whenever Rukia is around). You might know exactly how to make the dough, but, do you want him to stop telling you? Of course not. “Byakuya, love… come help me”. “Uhum” he would hum, coming from behind, stretching his arms, and placing his chin on your shoulder. “See? You should roll out the dough this… way”. The subtle weight of his body on yours, and your back arching just enough for your glutes to graze his crotch often ends up with burn cookies...

➜ Training, fighting. Nothing is sweeter, sexier, and more sensual than you and him sweating under the sun, wielding your Zanpakutos, crossing the edges of such powerful swords. A competition that leads both into being stronger, releasing the pressure of the day, putting your bodies at max… to end up tired, so tired after.

➜ And, as tired as you end up from training, both will cuddle in bed after. And I believe that, Byakuya is into a softer version of sleep play. He loves, adores, to delicately press his body against yours, to kiss your shoulder or for you to do it. Mumbling sleepy loving words with lips lingering, sloppy eyelids, the scent of your bodies lulling you to dream with paradise. And, if your bodies still respond… making love with no crazy positions, going slow, from the side, playing with your hair or you tracing little circles with your fingertip on his back. Fall asleep still inside you with a whispery “I love you”

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

What to Wear to (Pretty Much) All Occasions

SH is currently on holiday in Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, Spain 🇪🇸 He was in his IG Live wearing the same Lululemon soft knitted over-shirt that he wore in a photo taken by a French fan in London. The photo was published on Thursday, January 4th. The fan recognised him when she boarded the Uber Boat at the London Eye and saw SH already on board with a female friend.

The photo was taken on board passing Bankside, in the background Millennium Bridge (or St Paul Bridge) Tate Modern, and Shakespeare's Globe (not seen) on the left of the photo. SH doesn’t look so thrilled to be recognised. It’s a travel downriver through the City of London & beneath Tower Bridge before travelling past Docklands & onto the Royal Borough of Greenwich. SH gets off at Greenwich Pier his final destination.

On Saturday, January 6th, Charley McEwen, a hairstylist who exclusively visits Four London Salon on Saturdays, shared a photo of SH during his first visit to the Mayfair-London salon for a haircut in the New Year. The photo indicates the same salon as mentioned earlier, with a wooden panel on a white wall visible in the background. SH was seen wearing a Lululemon shirt that he had worn on previous days. As SH has had a hair transplant, it is always beneficial to have his hair taken care of by a male stylist.

#fourlondon

SH seems to be travelling to Las Palmas Gran Canaria with hand luggage (travel rucksack?), so he is carrying some clothes and will wear the same clothes twice in a row or possibly for the whole weekend. Who knows? He might buy an extra shirt in Las Palmas or wherever he's going.

He was wearing a double leather bracelet with a sliding knot clasp and no rings. He might have thought he could deceive by wearing a long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up, informing it was cold and rainy in Scotland. However, the sunlight in the room made it evident that he wasn't at home when his watch reflected a blue sky and a beautiful sunny day outside which he tried to hide quickly.

He had prepared his behind-the-scenes make-up and added a hint of glamour which magically erased the frown lines, crow's feet, and forehead furrows, Visibly botox in the eyes, facial whitening and full face collagen bio-stimulators making his look ready for the beach 😎 ☀️

So, not everyone cares what he does or doesn't do (luckily) but he believes that his fans do care. To mislead them, he wears the same outfit frequently, possibly because he thinks he is important or because he's eco-friendly. He wears a flannel shirt that blocks odour-causing bacteria from the body. I just hope he doesn't do the same thing with his underwear, If they are not washed 😳 or he prefers going commando, with shorts on the Canary Islands Spain 🇪🇸 off the coast of North Africa which has an average maximum of 21 °C in January.

But everything suggests He's mixing pleasure with business. There is a possibility that he might try to claim his expenses for the trip to Gran Canaria as a business expense through his company MPC. This is because he did an Instagram Live for less than 20 minutes during his holidays. However, expenses should always be reasonable and it appears that he has a hard life 🙄 or as always, he is living his life to the fullest! …..Livin' La Vida Loca!