#they're comparing their busted lips

[lunarw0rks]

I feel like Graves would end up with a really soft and innocent s/o just because he loves being the 'strong man' lol and even though they're maybe even smaller than him all sweet and shy- he is absolutely whipped for them! Especially if they can cook and be a lil housemaker for him??

♡♡♡ warning(s): nsfw + sfw, fem!reader

─── graves and his homemaker s/o ❤︎₊ ⊹

there's no one on earth more loved and adored by him, despite the stigma surrounding the dynamic you two have. he doesn't pay any mind to their judgements. in his heart, he knows how tender he is with you behind closed doors. and in yours, he hopes.

you never pictured it to end up this way. before, you were like any adult. busting your ass at work, ending each week exhausted and struggling to buy yourself groceries.

and then you met him. chivalrous and borderline self-obsessed. but you weren't being patronized when he acted with traditional courtesy. you weren't a body to be claimed or a trophy to hang on his arm.

you were merely his. all his within months of meeting, and that meant you were to be taken care of. spoiled rotten, some would say. what better way to have it? compared to your old life of hardship, it was paradise.

everything paid for, without a second of hesitation. what little savings you had idle in your bank account, untouched when he's around.

he can and will take care of you — in every way. it's in graves' nature to provide.

no different than he does for his men, only you've been appointed the privilege of seeing the gentler side of him, when the uniform of a commander is rid of his scarred body.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈nsfw under the cut!

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙˖⁺₊˚⊹♡ it's only fair, to be taken care of in every way possible. you've been so good to him, so good for him, right? there's no quicker way to his heart, than someone who enjoys being smothered with his praise.

what better sight, than opening the door and seeing you concerning with such trivial things. he spent the day making life or death decisions, and you're there; concerned with which centerpiece looks best on the dining table. some men would see it as a means for competition, or a degrade — but graves finds it irresistible.

the house smells divine; your scented candles, the fragrance you spritz, and whatever you have baking in the oven. he can practically feel the tension leave his shoulders, how his senses come alive when greeted with the comfort of your shared home.

you've dressed nice for him again, though he always gave no pressure for you to do so. clothes to match the summer heat, hair styled and pinned back to stay out of the way.

you, in your domestic, relaxed state — the one thing better than all the trivial pleasures in life, better than the house you were both standing in.

though you usual greet him, you're immersed in the centerpiece debate. you hold the two pieces up to him, "do you think I should go with the silver candle candleholders? or how about the brass ones?" it's a genuine question, but it's only met with an amused scoff — a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

graves sets aside his luggage, stepping closer to you and your very concentrated gaze. "why do you ask me, sweetheart? it's up to you. and if you don't like 'em, we'll go buy more." he examines the decor in your hands briefly, but his eyes end up back on you permanently.

"just want it to look nice in here," you sigh at his dismissal, turning away to resume contemplation. "we have that supper planned in a few weeks, don't we?" you add, setting the options back on the oak table.

as if the place could be more meticulously decorated. there was barely a trace of him in this house, except for his nightstand and office. you had free reign to adjust the home to your taste, considering you were the one who spent most of your time there.

a gentle chuckle rang from him, followed by a click of his tongue, "don't think it can get much nicer in here, darlin'. i reckon you've left a touch on just about every inch of place, haven't you?" you shoot a flustered look, even though his words are truthful.

it was a silly dilemma, considering not a soul would be criticizing your centerpiece decision. "oh, c'mon, don't do that face... my guys will eat anything you slide in front of them, you know that? could host the damn supper in the closet and you'd charm the daylights out of 'em." he says, soothing every worry down to a simmer rather than a hard boil.

he's definitely good at shutting you up. only, in the most embellished of ways. without fail, a charmed smile spread on your face — as did a surge of warmth. graves cupped one of your cheeks, running his thumb along it, "see? much better than a scowl. now, tell me, what's cooking?"

"you know the rules. i can't tell you until the timer beeps. besides, it's supposed to be a surprise." you replied, making a meek escape from his gentle grasp. displayed on the small screen; eight minutes remained.

with a hasty yank and then a stumble on your end, your back was against his chest. "i don't like surprises, do i?" you felt the sensation of his teeth nibbling along the side of your neck, all in the midst of his patterned kisses. when he was this close, he got deep whiffs of your intoxicating perfume, the freshly shampooed hair on your head, the detergent you insisted he buy. heart-stopping �� like it was every time he pulled you close.

it was true, he hated them. the tickle of his lips made you squirm — a futile attempt to slip away and leave him hanging. that never worked, and you knew it. "we're down to five, time's a-wastin'."

somehow, someway, neither of you made it up the stairs this time. all he did to prepare was send the stacks of mail flying from the island; the one you found yourself sitting on. graves stood between your legs, his caressing fingers your means of preparation. though, by the times your legs were exposed to the breeze — you and your body were eager enough for him.

the minutes decreased no matter how hurriedly he moved, and he always stuck to his rules. if there was a time limit, he'd get it done before zero.

"been thinking about you all day," he breathes. "by the looks of it, you have too, sweetheart." his tip prodded at your slick entrance, while the other hand hooked around your thigh to keep it hiked up with ease. wasn't the first time he ravished you on the kitchen counters, it certainly wouldn't be the last. slowly at first, then all at once — he thrusted inside of you.

once he got situated, there was no stopping him. every rock of his hips was purposeful and deep, yet his kisses remained delicate and tender. your moans muffled against his mouth, his lips pinkish and coated with saliva as it roamed your warmed face.

soon, your back was flat against the island with your legs still hanging off and in his grip. with every methodical movement, your walls tightened around his length and edged him closer to a finish. by now, you were certain your appearance was faulty; either ruined by sweat or the constant hands graves had on you.

despite being close within the first few minutes, he had gotten carried away ogling you. your gasps, your squinted eyes, the teeth indents on your bottom lip from how harshly you sunk into it. however, now there wasn't any restraint left in him. the tight coil in his abdomen begged for release, no matter how much stamina that remained in his body.

as the clock struck zero, he bottomed out with the force of his whole body — spilling every last drop inside of you. the oven beeped three times, as if on cue.

a string of curses against your lips as he leaned down to kiss you, sneaking in a few sloppy thrusts afterward. "i'll make it up to you later, make it worth your while." he pecked along your jaw, adjusting the strap of your top that had slid down your arm.

"it was worth my while." you replied between catching your breath, voice still quivering slightly.

he chuckled, fingers still playing with the fabric, "so, what's cooking? have i earned my right to know?" he was right; you always told him once the meal was ready, and that's what it was right now. the aroma hit your nostrils, as intoxicating as he found yours.

your eyes flicked over to the digital screen, still flashing and urging you to remove the pan, then it beeped for a second round as a reminder. "just a roast your mom taught me. thought you would've recognized the smell by now." you uttered, tracing your fingers along his blond stubble.

"hm, something must've distracted me, darlin'," he ran a tongue along his bottom lip, now gazing with admiration rather than hunger.

then, his brow raised with interest. both in humor and intense dread he added, "you've been calling my mother?"

[ruinix]

Busted upper lip club (part 2)

(I'm totally not watching anymore. I can't do it, but I'm losing my mind. Anyway, Quinn's so smol. So tiny compared to Brady. Yeah, his lip is not busted anymore, but it once did, so they're still a club. Anyone wanna join??? Jk, don't get injured. I hate injuries. I like lil interactions like this. Friends. Frens.) (Part 1 here)

From getty (Jeff Vinnick) (Ottowa Senators @ Vancouver Canucks, December 21, 2024)

[heartfullofleeches]

Bee hybrid with six arms so they can be a cuddlebug and just wanna constantly hug reader get it cause like- like it’s bees and bugs and cuddle bugs-

(Tuned it down to four for - reasons)

"Sunny, it huuurts. Please kiss me all better."

"I'm doing all I can, but you need to relax, Honey. It's hard to patch you up while you're smothering me."

The fuzzy haired hybrid shoves their face into the bust of your apron. "But you're so soft and warm compared to everyone else. Hold me just a little longer?"

You tug your arms from the bee's hold to stroke their antennae; abusing the freedom to slap a bandaid their lower left arm. Another addition to your growing following of loyal customers, Honey was a sweet, yet clumsy character who clung to you from day one. Their carefree attitude often lead to trouble. The same kind that lead you into dragging their bruised body into the cafe after a group of sketchy individuals were harassing them by the window. You carried them to the safety of the backrooms and retrieved the first aid kit in the breakroom to wrap them up; Honey pouncing on you as soon as you return.

Their wings beat against the couch cushion as they look down at the bandages design. "Sunflowers! My favorite. You're the best, Y/n."

The crushing weight on your ribs intensifies as you pick up a cup from the table. "Thought of you when I saw it in the box. Drink your lemonade, it should help you feel better."

"Kay." Honey wraps their lips around the straw; humming and wiggling their shoulders as they down half the drink in record speed. As they let you, they push the straw in your direction. "You try it. It's really good."

You take a sip. Honey secures all four arms around you and watches you. They sap up your warmth through your clothes and memories every feature that their cameras lenses was unable to capture. You're so mean. Making their heart skip a beat and giving them so much care, only to take it away until their next visit. They don't hold it against you. It's your job afterall. Besides, there will come a time when they never have to let you go again.

-

"Are you sure you're able to leave?"

Honey spins on their heals; surprisingly light on their feet compared to what their condition would have implied. "I'm a-okay now, thanks to you! I'll see you tomorrow, Sunshine."

Honey skips out the door, waving to you with three arms from the window till they're out of view. Looking back at the shop, they enter the alley where the gang was waiting - pulling out an envelope.

"Payment for today."

The leader of the group takes it, counting the bills.

"Oh- just one more tiny thing."

Honey balls their fist and cocks their arm back as far as possible - hurling it into the weak point of their jaw. They crumple to the floor, cold.

"You hit like a bitch."

[inkrabbit]

Through Your Window

Summary: Mary's had a shit night, and all they wanna do is just get into your apartment.

Word count: 716

Mary slides the window open, their movements slow and careful so they don't make too much noise.

No, climbing through your window in the early morning and under the cover of darkness wasn't their preferred method of entrance. Sure, it was fun the first few times, but tonight, Mary was just done. The bar had been shit, they nearly got into a fight with several drunk patrons. Not only that, but the voices in their head were becoming too loud again, almost screaming at them.

Of course, Mary had tried the “correct” way of entering your apartment before, standing outside your front door and picking your lock to let themselves in. You had offered to leave it unlocked before, but Mary knew the area. You were safer to keep your front door locked. But one night, one of your neighbors saw a lanky punk standing outside your door, picking the lock with a thin switchblade. Apparently the “you don't get it, this is my friend's apartment and I've gotten permission” line didn't sit well with the neighbor. If it weren't for you waking up and recognizing Mary's hostile voice, that switchblade would've been used for something else that night.

But here they were, hoisting themselves up and through your now-open window with a soft grunt. They just wanted to collapse, both mentally and physically exhausted with the day. But the sight of your peacefully sleeping face made them feel a little better, and they saw the spare clothes and towel already sitting out for them on the dresser. How thoughtful.

Their boots make contact with the apartment floor, quietly shutting the window and listening to the telltale click! when the lock slips into place. They always made sure the window was locked after entering; a way to calm down any paranoia that something could happen to you when they weren't in the room. You didn't budge at the sound, and Mary gathered the clothes and towel for their shower.

They don't take long. The hiss of the rushing water isn't enough to drown out the voices, and the hot water only makes them wanna fall out on your shower floor. But they manage to stay standing long enough to wipe off the grime, dirt, and bits of blood that had accumulated on their body after a fight when they clocked out. Mary never was one to turn down a fight, especially when it was a drunk with a shit attitude. Not only that, but the fence they had jumped earlier that night caught their jeans, tearing the fabric and cutting their knee.

When their shower is done, they take their time getting dried off, glancing at themselves in the mirror with a scowl. There's a bruise on their cheek and the left side of their lip is busted from where the drunk had punched them. There's no doubt in their mind that you'll be asking questions and worrying when you wake up in the morning and see it.

They're almost excited, actually, to have you dote on them. Love and care wasn't exactly something they were used to, and they adored your gentle touch whenever you would inspect their injuries. Maybe that's why they didn't mind the fight or the fact that the fence jump didn't go exactly to plan. They knew you would be there, right by their side, telling them that you wished they were more careful while they would give you a playful pout.

They get dressed in the clothes you provided, making their way back to your bedroom and slipping underneath the covers with you. They're gentle with wrapping their arms around your limp body, pulling you close to their chest and burying their face in the back of your neck. You're so warm compared to their frozen skin, and they press a soft kiss to your neck. Sometimes they wished you would wake up in these soft, intimate moments. Maybe then it would be easier for Mary to finally tell you how much they appreciate your loyalty.

“You're the only one that matters,” they murmur against your skin, nuzzling close to you. Their lip and knee are still throbbing from their cuts, but holding you in their arms make it bearable as the voices finally settle down for the night.

[youremyheaven]

Barbara Palvin: Kibbe Analysis

Many people believe Barbara is a curvy FN and most people are of the belief that all models are FNs simply because they're all tall. while this is broadly true, there are many exceptions to this. one prominent example is Barbara Palvin who is a Soft Dramatic.

Barbara was dropped by Victoria's Secret (and brought back briefly) and often described as a "plus size model". She does not have a standard FN model build and is more curvy.

Left: Barbara Palvin

Right: Charlize Theron (verified FN)

Do you see the difference in the shape and structure of their bodies? Barbara is 5'8 and Charlize is 5'10, while Barbara has a small defined waist, rounded hips, fleshy thighs and bust that breaks the line of her body. Charlize has a broad body frame and her bust is contained within it, she has straight hips and lean thighs. She's more athletic looking than Barbara who has a softer, fleshier body.

Left: Barbara Palvin

Right: Brooke Shields (verified FN)

Barbara has a curvy body with fleshy thighs and arms, a full bust and full rounded hips whereas Brooke has a more athletic body with taut lean arms and thighs and neither her bust nor her hips are prominent.

unfortunately she almost never dresses for her Kibbe ID

Barbara has Dramatic, Romantic & Ingenue essence and I feel like she's always leaning towards the latter in favour of the former.

these outfits are the closest she's ever come to dressing as an SD, especially the red gown in the middle

these are some outfits that don't flatter her although they emphasize her essences. this is because they're not harmonious with her body. when we dress we have to dress for our face and body.

L to R

Marlene Dietrich (verified SD)

Raquel Welch (verified SD)

Barbara Palvin

Maria Callas (verified SD)

You can see how all these women have a combination of yang/ sharp and yin/soft features. SDs are described as having full, lush "exotic" features. They always have full lips and a very prominent eye area.

Barbara leans heavily into her Ingenue essence (like Lisa) and I think that's where a lot of her fashion faux pas moments come from 💀Like ma'am you're 5'8 with strong features that contribute to Romantic/Dramatic essence, PLEASE accommodate that into your lewks as well!!<3

compare these above looks with these ones

obvs none of these are SD looks exactly but they still emphasize the Romantic/Dramatic essence she has compared to the frilly girly dresses she chooses to wear most of the time😩

Also I've noticed how a lot of people struggle with typing celebs who have Ingenue/ Gamine essence, esp if they're tall but I'll make a separate post about that.

[snootlestheangel]

Oh thought!

What’s Bailey’s reaction and everyone else’s if someone accidentally hurt her?

Like there is blood hurt.

For example, Soap is rough housing with her and accidentally hits her face, busting a lip.

Would they send her back? Would she be hurt but deal with it? Does Nik or Price get a little mean, even if it was an accident, scolding the person harshly?

I have a lot of feelings about this little family.

Actually such a good question

I feel like it really depends on the situation that led to her being injured/bleeding

She definitely will always be a bit more hurt emotionally speaking. She won't ever really laugh anything off or be like "no its okay it's just a little scratch" but it's more cause her brain freezes up now in response to pain. She just really doesn't handle getting hurt very well anymore.

Like if one of them accidentally bumped into her and she fell and scraped her knee or something, it's not a big deal. She'll kind of look up at them with teary eyes and they're all just so apologetic.

Every single one of them except Ghost has accidentally knocked her over before. In their defense, she tends to just hover next to them without saying anything, and she is very small compared to them, so sometimes they turn around too fast and just take her out. Most of the time she doesn't actually fall and is able to laugh it off or something. Ghost has yet to do this to her and he's very proud of that.

But in the case of Soap hurting her while roughhousing, hoo boy.

The second her head hits whatever that causes the split lip, Soap is holding her face like "oh bairn, ahm so sorry!!"

She knows it wasn't his fault, isn't mad at him or anything, it's just the act of hitting her head and now she's bleeding kind of scared her and she's just a bit overwhelmed. So, because she isn't the best at expressing emotions and things, she just gets up and walks away from Soap towards one of her fathers

Nik was nearby when it happened and he's doing his best to signal to Soap that it's fine, she just got a bit freaked out.

Price is materializing behind Soap with a dark glare and the words "no more."

Bailey, of course, gets lots of hugs and stuff after each time she gets hurt. She is also just most spoiled but ya know, as she should be.

[paetal]

unprompted @quietlyblooms asked: she’s gentle as she kisses the bruise upon ceri’s cheek bone, then the cut just over his brow. she still holds his face between her palms when she looks at him, her gaze soft yet narrowed; oh, the things she would do if she ever came across the people who hurt him. it doesn’t matter if ceri’s already handled it — chiyo hates seeing him like this. “ i hope you gave ‘em hell, ” she utters. “ they deserve it. ” ( since you’ve been in a ceri mood, i thought he deserved some tlc 💜 )

The gentleness that she gives him is something that he eats up, the soft feeling of lips against tender bruised cheek bone and then again to the cut just over his brow are gentle moments that he is still so that he can take the moment all in. His onyx eyes have some glowing amber speckles that have appeared, the wolf within is radiating the same adoration for her in that gaze of his. Her words do not carry the same gentleness that her actions does, not when they're spoken about others who gave him such injuries just because they wanted to feel big and bad. She's cute.

He grins at her, busted lip does not agree with such an action but he cares not for she has this way of bringing out his smiles and lopsided dimpled grins. His hands rise to cup her hands that hold his face, keeping them there so that he can also take in the warmth that they bring. Her hands are so small compared to his, he always seems to notice that ( he thinks it's cute is all ). ❝ I dished out what they dished out at me . . . and then some for good measure. Got 'em to leave me alone. ❞ But not before they managed to get some damage in. Ceri was a good fighter in a fair fight but he was usually caught off guard or had to fight multiple wolves at once, though the fact that he lived to tell each tale did speak volumes of the fighter he was overall.

❝ I ever told ya that you're really cute when you're all mad at some shitbags ? 'Cause you really are. ❞

[scarletooyoroi]

[ WALL ]: from keqing (:

True to their regimen, the time before the sun even breaks the horizon of Liyue's end of the Sky was left to their regimen. Allowing for their bodies to kick away drowsiness in lieu for the energized merit of life. Their rhythm was in some ways practiced, others, innovative, but ultimately holding the intent for triumph upon their endless score card. If there was one thing his sharpened will learns within their arena, give Keqing a reason to push, to let her tap into those supernatural extents.

Their matches always found themselves holding skillfully at this ceiling. Never making the intent to shatter or bust the environment of their training rooms, to let elegance and technique carefully reign and tame destructive force as they're virtually blurs across the battleground. Exchanging blows, swiftly dodging more debilitating attacks, intent on drinking the wisdom from each other's professional nature as a high caliber combatant. In truth?

Thoma loves having these be the starting marks of their day. The knight within his dreams, the samurai in his current, and ultimately, himself, someone who holds a gentler nature who enjoys the certain 'World' that fighting creates.

Was it solely to get lost within the act with her? For these times, it very well may be.

Not one modicum of Thoma ever takes this as an idea to go easy on her. Similar to her swordplay, he's notice how much she capitalizes in speed and efficiency (horribly similar to her work ethic). She seems to hold a natural affinity to go for weak points, surgically working either the precision of her blade or her hand to hand martial skills in leaving her opponents a husk outright. Compared to the Swiftshatter style of explosive, bludgeoning blows, it's immediately more difficult to contend with.

Oh does it leave him thankful for the mastery of swordplay from the Kamisato House. However, it wouldn't be enough as despite going in for what looks like an advantage, it's immediately countered, leaving his expression shocked as she shoots forth with lightning's grace, immediately drawing a world of pain at his back, the harsh impact against the sturdy wood framing of the wall kicking the breathe fresh from his lungs.

Another point was etched into her favor.

The recognition of a finished round allows for the tension to gradually run free from his body, no different than the height of perspiration that drips down his frame, further soaking his gi, no different than her's. For a moment he studies the way how approval, reflection and just the instant of staring at him captures her attention, allowing for violet eyes to concentrate that electrical focus directly onto him.

In truth? Even as his breath is gradually caught back into rhythm, all he can focus on is just.. Looking at her. Marveling the way she looks fresh from the fight, how her periwinkle hair made the perfect frame for her cheeks, further highlighting Keqing's eyes. Even then, she wasn't making any intentions of driving off of him just yet either, leading to that gnawing realization shared between the both of them.

Despite how he wants victory, and how she claimed it, a different distraction succeeds to billow into their surroundings, only leading to one inevitable outcome.

Thoma kisses her, with all certainty and little hesitation.

He couldn't ignore that magnetic tug that roared within his instincts at that moment. There was a distinct knowing with the way their relationship transforms, as it keeps changing while refining stability. Right now, the best thing he could receive as a 'balm' would be the gracious nature of her lips. The sublime, sweet flavor that would always be chased, and intent of driving this very fact into her heart.

He really does cherish these instances, a hand settling upon her shoulder being further proof.

@prodigiousvisions

[gainprincess]

Pulls Salter back to fall onto the bed with her, probably making her drop a burger or two onto her dress and pulling that picture frame away.

Jalter grabbed her girlfriend's grease-stained face in both hands and made sure she was looking straight into her yellow eyes before she spoke in a low tone.

"You listen and you listen goddamn good Kingsly. If you think for even a second that I wouldn't burn that whole Singularity to a crisp if there was a real chance it would keep me from coming back to you then you're crazier than Raikou when someone calls her mom. And you're definitely crazy if you think I wasn't out of my mind from not being with you every stinking second of that dumb trip. I'm not going anywhere if you aren't coming with me and that includes death. You got me?"

Stroking her face with her thumbs, brushing away dribbles of drool and grease off Artoria's chins.

"...Jeanne..."

The scene must look odd, considering that they're both over a half-ton (and Salter's close to a full one, after all the pampering Jeanne gives her at times). Salter's meaty stomach oozing against her dear Avenger's, her flat bust crushed under Jalter's comparatively immense chest, and her ass flattening against the bed they're both grinding on.

"...Mhh...~"

But in response to those passionate words, Salter's kiss is the greatest reply she can give to start. Every second her lips are softly joined against Jeanne's, there is a promise. A promise, and a vow: Till the end of these second lives, we will be together. One may consider that a wedding vow; a proposal. Salter would smite someone who said something so foolish instantly.

To imply that they are not already engaged at the very least is the highest treason against Camelot's royal couple.

"...Chhwuuhha."

She breaks the kiss, tears brimming in her eyes as she buries her hands into Jalter's plump mitts. The amount of chins, the sheer breadth of lard...she can't help it all.

"I...I won't be without you. Ever."

Her words are soft.

"You are my queen. You must be my queen. You...you are all I have, Jeanne. When you were gone, I...I feared. That I would be purposeless once more, and I would return to pointless tyranny. With you, my conquest has a purpose; To create a kingdom for us both. For us, and us alone."

"So this agreement is fine with me. After all, I will not let you die without me. For I will even conquer hell, if it means I will spend an eternity at your side."

She smiles warmly, her cold visage crumbling as her stomach rumbles, and her greasy dress rustles.

"So stay. I care little for Master's aims. Please, just....Just stay. For a week, for a month, for a year...however long it takes for this room to take your scent, so I may never be without you again. Please."

[happilykrispypirate]

Attention - Chapter II

Pairings: Theodore Nott x Malfoy!reader x Mattheo Riddle

Warnings: Smut, swearing and my shitty writing.

Summary: Y/n and Theo are best friends. Now Theo has fallen madly in love with Y/n but she keeps saying they're just friends. Y/n is in love with Theo, but she feels that he's not in love with her, because he sleeps with every girl he sees. Mattheo comes along and fucks Theo's plan up of getting Y/n to be his. Just like Theo, Mattheo falls head over heels for Y/n.

A/n: This is gonna be my first time writing smut. I have a friend who's going to edit it a bit. Since she's wrote a lot more smut than me. However, I do hope you enjoy it.

Taglist:

@crazylokonugget @izukuisbaby @leah-the-hufflepuff

-

Mattheo stood in front of the bathroom mirror. He looked at the busted lip he had and the bruise that was starting to form on his cheek. The blood from his nose and the cut on his cheek had already dried up.

A knock on the bedroom door caused him to look away from the mirror.

He walked out of the bathroom and opened the door. Y/n was there. Her face has been cleaned, but she also had a busted lip and a bruise forming. She had also changed from her dress to comfortable clothes.

"Are you alright?" Mattheo suddenly got worried.

She nodded, "I'm fine, I came here to check on you. Are you alright?" She asked.

"I've been through worse," He said, causing her to scoff.

"Atleast let me help you clean up," She said.

"It's alright, I've got-" Mattheo tried to protest but she already pushed her way past him, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bathroom.

She grabbed a towel and wet it under the faucet. She turned to Mattheo, who was standing directly behind her. She looked up and realised just how short she actually was compared to him.

"Can you maybe-" She trailed off, showing with her hands for him to bend down a little. Instead of doing that, he picked her up and placed her on the bathroom counter, catching her completely off guard.

Mattheo was still a bit taller than her, so he placed his hands on either side of her, on the counter and then leaned down a bit. Now they were face to face.

"You could've given me a warning first," She said.

"Sorry, love. I promise the next time I will," He said.

She scoffed, "I highly doubt there'd be a next time," She said.

She started cleaning the blood off of his face. He kept his eyes focused on her face. Mostly her lips. The way she bit them in concentration with a part sticking out is just absolutely adorable.

She turned slightly and cleaned the towel, "Okay, I'm done," She said as she hung to towel neatly over the sink, "I think that bruise is-"

She got cut off when she turned her head and Mattheo planted his lips on hers.

She kissed back, tangling her fingers in his hair. Mattheo lowered his head to deepen the kiss, he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer.

Y/n was so into the kiss, she didn't even notice the moan she let out that sent Mattheo flying through the roof.

He felt himself get hard as she moaned again.

His lips left hers and travelled down her neck, leaving hickeys as he goes. She moans as he bites down slightly on her shoulder.

Mattheo's hands went under her shirt and just as he was about to lift it, Y/n realised what was happening, "Wait, stop," She said.

Mattheo pulled away, looking at her in concern, "Are you alright? Did I hurt you? Am I pushing this? Do you not want this?" He rambled on.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," She said, "It's just-"

"You can tell me," He said.

"I'm still a virgin," She said.

"You're joking. You are absolutely gorgeous. I'm finding it hard to believe," He said, "How?"

"I've just never been in this situation. I always reject a guy," She said.

Mattheo smiled, "Lucky me then," He leaned back in and kissed her again, "I promise I'll go slow."

He then pulled away again, looking her dead in the eyes before saying, "But next time, I won't go easy."

He leaned in and kissed her again. His hands finally lifted her shirt and unhooked her bra.

Her hands lifted his shirt up and she placed her hand on his abs (so cliché I know).

His hands travelled down to her pants, "Are you still okay?" He asked and she nodded, "Can I?"

Once she nodded he pulled her pants down, lifting her just slightly since she was still sitting on the bathroom counter.

He then moved back up after pulling her pants off her ankles, he moved forward and planted his lips on hers once again. The kiss more heated than before.

Mattheo's one hand is place on the small of her back, pulling her closer while the other is slowly making its way down to her panties.

He places his thumb on her clit and starts rubbing it softly through the fabric. A moan escaped Y/n's lips as she experienced a feeling she has never felt before.

Mattheo rubs harder and faster, making her wetter by the minute.

Mattheo's lips detach from hers and he pulls down her panties before he slips one finger into her. An even louder moan left her lips.

Y/n's moans filled the bathroom as Mattheo pumped his fingers in and out of her. He attached his lips to her neck, leaving more hickeys.

"Fuck," Y/n whined as she tilted her head back, giving Mattheo more space.

Y/n's hands held onto his shoulders, digging her nails into his back earning a groan from him, as she rocks her hips back and forth.

She feels her legs starting to shake and she tries her best to keep them open. She failed, and she closed her legs tightly around Mattheo.

"If you want me that badly inside you, just say it princess," Mattheo whispered in her ear.

"I'm gon-" she barely even got the words out before she came all over Mattheo's finger.

"Good girl." (Oop-)

Y/n panted lightly as she tried to speak, "I need-", she couldn't get the words out, with Mattheo's fingers still pumping in and out of her, it was hard to talk and not moan.

"Use your words, princess," Mattheo said.

"I n-need more, I need you," She said.

Mattheo smiled and pulled his fingers out. He pulled his pants down and then his boxers.

Y/n gulped at the size of him.

"Will it fit?" She asked causing Mattheo to laugh.

"I appreciate the compliment, love," He said, "Don't worry, it will fit."

Mattheo put on a condom and then lined himself up with Y/n.

She was throbbing as she felt his tip graze her clit.

"You ready?" Mattheo asked and she nodded.

Mattheo pushed his dick in and she gasped in pain. He thrusted a few times in and out. Y/n yelped a little bit every two or three thrusts as she was still not used to it.

"You alright?" Mattheo asked as he stopped thrusting.

"I never said you could stop," She said causing a smirk to appear on Mattheo's lips. He thrusting in and out of her.

Moans, near screams, erupting from the back of her throat. The not in her stomach became tighter and tighter.

"I'm gonna-" Once more she couldn't get the words out.

"I know, me too, baby, me too," Mattheo grunted as he kept thrusting.

"Fuck I can't hold it in," She moaned, digging her nails further into his shoulder.

"Cum for me, baby," He said and she let go. Mattheo stopped thrusting and pulled out as he too let go, "That was-"

"Amazing," Y/n finished for Mattheo. He smiled and leaned forward, planting a kiss on her lips, "Thank you."

"No, thank you, love, for letting me be your first," He said.

"I don't know who else it would've been," She said.

"Not Theo?" He said, she shook her head with her nose pulled up in disgust.

"No, he fucks too many other girls and treats them like he did Penelope. I'm afraid he will treat me like that," She said, "But I'm glad it was you. Even if I've only known you for a day or two."

"Feels longer," Mattheo said, kissing her, "Let me take you on a date."

"You asking or not? That didn't sound like a question to me," Y/n chuckled.

"Oh no, it wasn't a question," Mattheo said, making her smile.

"Alright, Friday night. Gives me 3 days to recover from this," She said gesturing between them.

"Right," Mattheo chuckled, "Let's get you cleaned up."

[scientifically-strange]

Doctor Strange introduces Phantom to the Avengers , also Wong finally ask how Phantom mid terms went

"Doc, I swear to time, if you summon me one more time-"

"You weren't picking up!" Strange interrupts him. "Besides, I thought you would want to meet a couple friends of mine. They're having some problems that I believe are your area of expertise."

"Ugh, fine," Phantom says as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Do you have a spell that can fix phones? Mine got busted in my last fight."

"Just take this one, kid."

Phantom barely managed to catch the high tech device as the Tony Stark casually strolled in, preoccupied with whatever was on his tablet.

"Th-thanks? What's-can somebody please explain what the fuck is going on?"

"Strange here thinks it's a ghost problem."

Phantom whirls around mid-air, only to come face to face with the Bruce Banner.

"That's...That's it?" He asked, turning to Strange and Wong. "That's all you needed me for? Don't you have some kind of magic spell or something that can take care of the ghosts for you?"

"We thought there would be less injuries if we just had their king speak to them," Wong answered honestly. Phantom just huffed and rolled his eyes, but before he could say anything, Tony finally looked up from his tablet.

"What?" He asked, looking from Phantom to Wong. "There's no way that little pipsqueak could be the King of Ghosts."

"The spell we used to summon him only works on the ghost king," Strange explains with far more patience than Danny thought the man had. "He's defeated gods, Tony. I'm sure you could hear him out."

"Fine. Come with me."

Danny does, keeping a couple of feet between him and Tony.

"You seem pretty calm considering your place is haunted now," he tells the billionaire. Tony just shrugs and gives him a level gaze.

"I've seen weirder shit, kid. Casper and his spooky uncles isn't something that's going to phase me. But I would greatly appreciate it if you got them to stop trashing my lab."

Danny looks over at Tony. He looks really tired compared to the media persona he likes to portray. It makes sense, considering he's a superhero and CEO and also a genius who probably gets a new hyperfixation and rolls with it until he collapses. But here, his shoulders are hunched and his brow is furrowed. It's obvious Danny right now is just a last resort to get the ghosts from trashing any more of his things.

"How long have they been here?" He asks.

"Three days," Tony answers with a sigh. "Here we are."

They stop outside of a door that's sealed shut, but isn't soundproof. Danny can hear crashes and high pitched laughter coming from the inside, and he inwardly groans before phasing through the door before Tony can open it.

Inside, it's an absolute mess. Papers are thrown everywhere, machines and parts are strewn across the ground. Some things are stuck half way through the walls and ceiling, and the lights are flickering as they swing back and forth.

Danny reaches into his core and lets his aura flare out. The temperature in the room drops, and in the back of his mind he can hear the door opening as Tony walks in. He let's a blue wisp escape his lips. His eyes dart around looking for the intruder.

"Come out," he says. His voice is deep and booming, and every bit of commanding as one would expect from the Ghost King. "Now."

Hesitantly, four ghosts appear before him. Johnny, Kitty, and their Shadow, and unsurprisingly, Technus. They all float before Danny, gazes looking away sheepishly as he floats there in front of them with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What is the meaning of this?" He asks.

"We were just gettin' a little bored, man," Johnny answers. He's trying to act chill about it, but it's obvious he's put off by Danny's demeanor. "We needed a change of scenery."

"Yes!" Technus jumps in excitedly. "And I wanted to see what the fabulous Tony Stark had to offer! His technology is amazing, and I was going to use it to...take over...the...world..."

The room gets colder the more he talks, and the neutral expression on Danny's face turns absolutely murderous.

"Apologize," he tells them. He doesn't need to look back at Tony to know that he's standing behind him with a smug look on his face. Sheepishly, they all apologize, and without another word, Danny sucks them into the thermos. Almost immediately, the temperature starts to rise again.

"Sorry about them," he says. "They can get a little restless. I'll help you clean up."

"So...You've defeated gods, huh?" Tony asks after a few minutes. Danny just shrugs.

"Not really. God-like, sure, but not any actual gods. Not unless Nocturne counts, but I don't think he's officially at god-status yet."

"Still, that's pretty impressive. How old are you anyway, kid?"

"Fifteen," Danny answers with a shrug.

"You're only fifteen?" Bruce asks as he walks in. "How'd you get rid of them so quickly?"

"It's as we said," Wong came in right behind Bruce, with Strange at his heels. "He is the Ghost King. They listen to him."

"Does that mean you're...Dead?" Bruce asks hesitantly. Tony stiffens as he looks towards Danny, realizing for the first time that he's actually a ghost too. Danny just shrugs, though.

"Sort of? Dead enough to be their king, I guess."

"But also alive enough to go to high school," Strange adds on with a small smile.

"Oh, that reminds me, Phantom," Wong says. "How did your midterms go?"

"You remember that? That was like six months ago?"

"I forgot to ask you last time," Wong answers sheepishly.

"They were...Good, I think? I remember I passed. I think I got through my lit class by the skin of my teeth."

"What about science and math?" Bruce asks.

Danny ducks his head as he rubs the back of his neck. "I got perfect scores on that. It helps when you grow up in a lab, you know?"

Tony walks over to Phantom, and even though he's still hovering in the air, he still manages to sling an arm around his shoulders.

"Kid, have you ever heard of the Stark internships?"

Doctor Strange huffs a laugh and rolls his eyes.

"Here we go."

[blueicequeen19]

Touron Pt. 8

JJ drops me off down the street from the Cameron's and we exchange in a heated goodbye kiss. What I wouldn't give to kiss him at all hours of the day, regardless who saw. I was obsessed. I didn't want to do anything but be with him and that's the last thing he wanted. This "agreement" was supposed to be for our mutual benefit and I had a feeling I was going to ruin it.

I slip in through my window and just get it shut when the bedroom light flips on and I stifle a scream. I whirl around to find my Aunt Rose waiting for me. She's wearing the same expression as my mother. Disappointed.

"Where have you been, Lucy?" Rose asks, folding her hands neatly in her lap as she sits on the edge of my bed. I suddenly become very self conscious. Did I smell like sex? Did I smell like JJ? Did I have any hickeys?

"I was at the boneyard with Sarah." Oh, no. Now she knows we both snuck out.

"Rafe says he saw you hanging out with a bunch of Pogues." Rose says calmly but her face reads distaste. So Rafe really is out to get them.

"So? They're just people." I find myself getting offensive. What era did these people live in? Was their small island too closed off from the rest of the world?

"Lucy, you have to be careful. They're not good examples. They do drugs and break the law and they steal. Rafe said he saw one snooping through the house the other day." Rose sighs dramatically and I bite my tongue. So this is how Rafe wants to play this.

"I promised your mother I'd look after you this summer. I don't want to have to send you back to her. You know how busy she is. She thought you coming here would be better than stuck in a hotel room while she works." It never stopped her before. She made sure I knew her career came first and she hated that I was the total opposite of her. She wanted a girly, stuck up daughter that wore thousand dollar dresses and heels everyday and I'd rather wear Chucks and a T-shirt.

"I'm sorry. It won't happen again." I hang my head in defeat so she knows I've heard her. Rose wraps me into a side hug and even in her pajamas I can smell her expensive perfume.

"I will talk to Ward about Sarah so don't think she's off the hook." Rose gives me another squeeze and I grimace. Sarah was going to kill me.

"I don't want Sarah to get in trouble." I say softly and Rose gets to her feet then waits by the door.

"If I know Ward, it won't be that bad. Now get some rest." Rose smiles then shuts the door behind her. I quickly send Sarah a text.

Rose is on to us. Beware.

I then text JJ.

Rose was waiting for me. Rafe sold me out.

Shit.

I wonder if he's as angry as I am about this. I change into my pajamas and throw my hair into a bun when I hear a bedroom door shut. I peek down the hall and see the light go off under Rafe's door. I wait a couple moments then throw the door open, ready to confront my shady cousin when he pops his head up from his nightstand. I take in the white powder lined up and pursue my lips. Busted.

"What the fuck, Lu?" Rafe demands, wiping his nose.

"I was coming to confront you about running your mouth to my aunt but looks like I'm about to do the same." I shrug, turning towards the door and he rushes forward, shoving the door closed.

"Wait!" He insists, cornering me against the door. I glare at him as he takes a step back, fire in his eyes. "Just wait."

"What's your problem?" I snap.

"My dad asked me to keep an eye on you. It's not my fault you're hanging out with Pogues." Rafe spats.

"So you only hang out with people on Figure 8?" I throw back and he stays silent. He probably sleeps with Pogues too. "You stay out of my business and I'll stay out of yours. I'm sure Ward wouldn't like his money being snorted up your nose." I swallow the lump in my throat but stand my ground as he glares at me.

"Fine." Rafe growls. "Now get out."

I quickly take my leave, happy for small victories and crawl into bed.

The next several weeks are spent having the best sex of my life. I obviously have nothing to compare it to but I can't imagine how it could get better than this. We can barely look at each other without having to find someplace to hide. There's very little talking and I know that's exactly what JJ wants.

"Does Rose suspect anything?" JJ pants, thrusting into me while pinning me with his body. I chuckle, peering over his shoulder at the night sky. Rose thinks I made friends with a nice Kook girl but I still have to be home by midnight. Last time I checked it was 11:30.

"No," A hard thrust has me arching my neck back into the grass. We always start out on are feet but always end up rolling around on the ground. I get why "horny teenagers" is a thing. "Oh, J." I breathe. His fingers lock with mine as he digs his knees into the ground, driving in harder. His mouth covers mine in a sloppy kiss. I can tell he's trying to hide the black eye from me as his hair hangs in his face more than normal. I could see it even in the dark.

"What are you going to do when your boy back home can't fuck you like I can?" JJ growls into my ear and I suppress a giggle. The longer this went on, the more obvious it was he didn't like the thought of someone else getting into my pants. Even if "my boy back home" didn't really exist. I enjoyed his jealousy.

"I'll show him what I like." I taunt and he grunts angrily, slamming into me harder.

"Keep it up and I won't let you cum." JJ snags my bottom lip with his teeth and I smile up at him.

"You like when I cum." I run my tongue along his and he smiles back.

"You're awfully pretty when you do." He teases, kissing along my neck as his hands find my nipples again.

"Do the thing. Do it." I press and he chuckles. He hooks my legs over his shoulders, my legs against his chest with my feet by his ears. I feel so full and stretched. I love seeing his face when he chases his orgasm. His tongue pinched between his teeth as he pounds into me like a man possessed. I rub my clit, crying out loudly as my orgasm erupts from me and I feel him quickly follow.

JJ stills, letting my legs slip back down as we both fight to catch our breath as our shaking subsides. He's beautiful with sweat running down his face and chest. His lips swollen from kissing and hair sticking straight up.

"Stop looking at me like that." JJ huffs, pulling out of me and discarding the condom.

"Like what?" I snap, pulling my thong and dress back on. I check my phone. I have five minutes to get back. I jump on Sarah's bike that I borrowed, waiting for JJ's response.

"Like you feel something for me." JJ scowls, as if that would be the most disgusting thing in the world.

"I feel like you're being a dick for no reason. How bout that?" I fight back angry tears and peddle home. Why did he do this? It was like as soon as the fog cleared, he wanted no piece of emotion. Didn't he know he was worthy? Didn't he know he deserved to be happy? To be loved? He was so angry and so perfect. I just wanted to take his pain away.

I race up the stone path towards the back door just as it strikes midnight. I reach for the door knob when Rafe suddenly yanks it open and pushes me back out.

"It's after midnight." He says, staring down at me like a disappointed parent.

"I'm not late." I snap and his eyes roll down my body in disgust. I'm panting like I just ran a marathon but that's what happens when you ride a bicycle.

"You look like you've been rolling around on the ground. Tell me you're not sleeping with a Pogue."

"I'm not." I try to brush past him but he catches my arm and pulls me back in a tight hold.

"You're not going to make my family look bad. We have a reputation to uphold." Rafe snarls. I try to yank free of his grasp but he only tightens his grip.

"And being a druggie is good for the family business? News flash, your father isn't squeaky clean either." Oh shit. Why did I say that? Rafe suddenly grabs me by the throat and slams my body against the side of the house. I claw at his hands but he only tightens his hold, cutting off my air.

"Watch your fucking mouth. You don't know shit and if you know what's good for you, you'll keep your fucking mouth shut. Don't ever say those fucking words again. You don't know my father." Rafe releases me just as I start to see blackness and I drop to my knees on the pavement as I cough.

I look up with tears running down my face and find Rafe gone. He's even more of a psycho than I remember.

[ghstdoll]

"it's called a radio, I think they were invented 30 years after you died...it's a way people can still enjoy music from the comfort of places like yheor own bathroom" she tells him when she notices the way he looks at the music box in her shower. a gentle smile on her lips, she wonders what the culture shock might feel like, it's probably what marty mcfly felt like when he went back to the future in the second movie but marty didn't spend over 100 years six feet under. "though I'm guessing from how elegant your grave stone is you probably got to see music whenever you wanted." at least she figures he probably came from some sort of money considering his tombstone was the only one with a bust of his face.

she couldn't help but giggle softly at the way he tiltled his head when her fingers moved through his hair, it's cute, like he's really enjoying getting scrubbed down but she can't exactly blame him either considering anyone would probably kill for a luxurious bath if they were covered in dirt. regulus confirms he did in fact have fans in his day, a cute smile tugging on his pretty face. "of course you did." she laughs, though that also makes her a bit jealous...what if he had a girlfriend back then? sure she'd be long dead by now but the idea of someone else getting to love on him felt wrong and with a face like his she can't imagine that whoever that girl was would've been able to move on. "can't say I blame them, truth be told I used to dream about you some nights...and you actually looked just like you do now but maybe just a little more alive at the time." not that she minds how he looks now, he's still something special in her eyes, with a sharp face and green eyes that seem even brighter compared to his pale white skin.

she's pretty sure he notices her weird moment of jealousy, making her feel a bit embarrassed for a moment. lacy was beautiful and sweet, like the girl next door type that all the guys wanted to take out on a date. nobody would argue with you and tell you how wonderful lacy was not even salem who hated most people. however what she doesn't expect is his hand to place over her chest where her heart is and it's almost as if she hear him telepathically, her cheeks flushing a little. "well you might just be the only person on earth that feels that way...not that I'm going to argue with you." she teases but her heart is pounding hard against her chest right now especially when his gaze shifts to her pink lips, was he really that interested in someone like her?

she scrubs his face from all the mud, his skin clean and fresh and she can't help but admire the features of his beautiful face, so soft and charming like a gothic prince, much more beautiful than any boy that's currently living. her finger fingers against his chin, a warm smile tugging over her lips when his hand goes to her chest again, right over her heart once more as his soft eyes look into hers lovingly. "oh.." she says almost shyly a soft chuckle falling from her lips. she wishes she could ask him why, but there's not many answers he can give her without being able to speak. "I have so many questions but I have a feeling it's going to be awhile before they're answered." she giggles.

he gives her a reassuring look, his smile so sweet it gives her butterfiles. he moves her hand to his chest, relaxing into the water as a soft chuckle leaves her. "so spoiled." she says teasingly, scrubbing his chest which wasn't as dirty as the rest of him considering her had clothes to cover it a little easier. "maybe this is weird but I'm glad you're here...that I actually get to talk to you and not an abandon rock in the middle of a cemetery. I'm not sure what it all means but I've never minded a little mystery."

the sensation of water feels a little jarring against his skin, mostly because he hasn’t experienced such a sensation since he was last alive. the water is warm enough though, and he almost wishes it were warmer, feeling cold and hollow except for when he looks into her eyes.

he listens to her change the music that’s playing, eyeing the unfamiliar device with curiosity. if regulus were a coward, he would be afraid, because how could music possibly come from such an object? it wasn’t an instrument, that was for sure. the sound that plays is nothing like anything he’s ever heard, which salem goes on to point out. he wants to speak and explain to her that his family enjoyed music in concert halls and venues, spending their riches to hear performers play works that belonged to composers such as wolfgang amadeus mozart, franz schubert, and beethoven, just like she mentions. some musicians created their own works but they weren’t enjoyed like this, in the way salem is enjoying this music now.

he wants to talk to her and ask her so many questions, but his voice won’t find him even now. so he sits, watching her talk with a faint smile. why is she still being so kind to him? he shouldn’t be surprised, since she’s the same incredible girl who went out of her way to care for his grave even though she’d never see anything in return… or at least, not that she knew of at the time. he looks at her with warmth in his green eyes, that faint smile still there even though dirt is smudged across his face and he probably looks worse than he’s ever looked.

he tilts his head a little as she uses the cup to pour water over him, soaking his hair as her other hand runs through it, loosening dirt. it feels good, how gentle her fingers are, and it makes his eyes close a little with a soft sigh as he leans into her touch. it’s the most comforting thing anyone has ever done for him; running her gentle hand through his curls and humming to the music playing.

he realizes then that salem has already given him more comfort than any of his loved ones did when he was alive, especially when she sat at his grave and cared for him meticulously, as if he mattered to her. he’s sure no one else would do what she did and he loves her for it with every fiber of his being. she may not know him but he knows her, listening to her sweet voice like it’s his lifeline and only comfort because for so long it was.

he’s surprised when she compliments his eyes, continuing on to say he was probably popular with girls. his eyelashes fluttering back open, he meets her gaze, a smile tugging at one corner of his lips as he nods. what she says is true, so why deny it? besides, he’s too distracted by how good her fingers feel scrubbing his scalp to really care about being humble. 

but she also talks about her sister, saying she would like regulus and even fight other girls over him. he frowns at that, both because of her obvious jealousy and the fact he really only wants salem to fight for him. but maybe her words were still ultimately a good thing, if she really thought he was worth being fought over. reaching out, he presses a palm to her chest, attempting to tell her that she’s who he cares about. not wanting to get her top too wet, he pulls away, his gaze flickering down at her lips for a moment.

he isn’t able to look away from her for long, because she moves to his face, using a cloth to scrub at the dirt on his skin. his eyes flutter closed again, enjoying the attention she’s giving him. when he opens them, her hand is touching his chin, tilting his face so he looks at her. the smile on her lips catches him by surprise because it’s so beautiful, lighting up her perfect face. she asks him if he heard her all of those times she talked to him at his grave and he nods, holding eye contact with her as his gaze softens with love. he nods again when she asks if it’s why he came to find her, again reaching out to put his hand on her chest, over her heart.

to his surprise, she seems to become embarrassed, apologizing for talking so much. he shakes his head, giving her an encouraging little smile. taking the hand that holds the cloth, he presses it against his chest as if to encourage her to keep washing his body. he leans back, starting to relax a little as he gazes at her lovingly, waiting for her to continue.

[aesopsbaby]

yes!! YESS!!!!! can you do umm meztli x trickster (sweet carnage) please?? qwq I.. I just love them so much qwq hmm pretty sure I don't have to give some info about them and umm let's see...

a scenario of both of them getting caught by the police and have to stay in the same cell for a while and they have your typical dynamic argument. For a while they just sorta say "they're so stupid for putting us in the same cell" "how long should we give them before we bust out?" you know? like oil and vinegar they would make a pretty good team but they don't mix! but still a pinch of romance >:3

sorry if it's a bit complicated!! feel free to change some things or if you have a better suggestion!! ^^,,

also I'm sorry for being such a big fan of them, I just really love the trope "enemies to lovers" qwq,, <,3 <,3

Note: I love this prompt sm! I hope I did this justice :,]]

Characters involved: Trickster (@boiling-potato oc), Meztli (My oc)

Event type: Imagine/drabble

"For fucks sake!" A voice yelled, a deafening boom followed soon after. Meztli groaned, letting his fist relax and his arm to fall limp to his side having knocked it so violently against the metal wall.

His eyes instantly drifted to the guards standing around outside, beyond the bars that are currently holding him hostage. Clenching his teeth, Meztli cursed under his breath at the lack of reaction he received from them.

A sigh reached his ears, causing him to glance back, "You're real annoying, ya know that?"

Meztli clicked his tongue, turning his body around to face none other than, "Yeah? Is this annoying to you then, Trickster?" The corner of his lips twitched upwards as he continue to knock against the walls annoyingly, causing vibrations to echo and bounce off the walls.

Eyeing the green haired figure who merely grunted, shaking her head and messaging her temple in irritation just managed to rile Meztli up even more.

Sensing that she got used to it after awhile made Meztli's smile fade into a sneer, once again disappointed at the lack of attention on him. He moved towards her, taking a seat beside her and leaning his weight on his two hands behind his back.

Silence washed over the two, this was uncommon. Very..odd, and extremely out of character for the both of them, especially when they're together. However, the guards could care less, as long as they weren't making any more noise, it's fine by them.

"How stupid can they possibly be." Trickster muttered, a slight snicker escaping her lips as she glared daggers at the guards. Meztli could only keep up his smirk as he let his tense body finally relax. How stupid. Little did the guards know, this duo had been communicating in morse code, with their hands behind their back, tapping away on the metal bench and feeling the light vibrations.

Meztli murmured, "I can't believe they'd actually put us in the same cell..!" He paused for a moment before letting evident anger show on his facial features,he seethe through his teeth, "What the fuck...are they seriously looking down on us?? They think we're that pathetic?"

Trickster revealed her hands, stretching them infront of her and then above her head. A warm up.

The police were smart, having the opportunity to catch them.

But, they're definitely not smarter than compared to, when Trickster and Meztli are working together.

"How long should we let them believe they actually got the upper hand?" Trickster finally spoke without a hush in her voice. A smile pulling on her lips as she turned to face Meztli, who was already looking at her with an all-knowing smirk.

[yanderes-galore]

So, how about a raised civilized Badger hybrid, seems respectful part of the community during the day but runs a illegal speakeasy club. Meets darling at their establishment but finds out later that darling is actually there to bust the Badger.

Oh boy, sounds cool!

Yandere! Badger Hybrid Concept

Possible Trigger Warnings: Sadistic behavior, Double life, Implied torture, Implied drugging, Mentions of drugs, Mentions of s*x work, Drinking.

- They feel their life is perfect, even if they're two-faced.

- During the day they're respected and treated as a successful business person.

- They have a playful attitude and cliche 'badgers don't care' behavior.

- The hybrid looks like they have their life together, but their business has a darker side.

- It just so happens they run an illegal nightclub.

- Most of their income coming from drug trades and alcohol.

- 'Club Eclipse' was an infamous money maker for the badger hybrid.

- Yet no one could connect them to it.

- Until you came along and traced them as a lead.

- You were a detective sent to enter Club Eclipse and prove your theory.

- That badger seemed way too sketchy to gain income for their business this fast.

- The Club was certainly big and high security once you got inside.

- Strippers, a bar, drug dealers....

- All of it looked luxurious and expensive.

- This whole club looked like bad news.

- "Hey there, dearie~ What brings you here to this establishment?"

- In front of you approached the badger hybrid you were looking for, eying the clothes you wore as a disguise.

- Their outfit was fancy with a fanged grin on their face.

- "Pardon the claws! I don't mean to scare you, dearest. May I treat you to a drink?"

- For now you needed to play your role.

- "Sure, I'd love to."

- Then your night began.

- A night of deception all to bust this badger and shut down Club Eclipse.

- They were unexpectedly flirty compared to how they were in the day.

- Gazing at you with their black eyes while they hold their drink.

- They acted so calm and collected towards you.

- You thought you had the upper hand with flirting back, grinning ear to ear when they reciprocated.

- Then you feel yourself exhausted.

- "Oh I know exactly why you're here, dear. You have some nerve trying to shut down my club. I'll show you just what I do to people like you."

- Once the fatigued feeling fades, you're in another room.

- Ropes rubbed painfully on your skin.

- It appeared you never had the upper hand after all.

- "I've been watching you way before you watched me, (Y/N). You're a detective, or more accurately, an undercover cop. You yearn for Club Eclipse to shut its doors. Unfortunately...."

- Their clawed hands grab your chin, reeling your head back.

- You swore they drew blood.

- This badger wasn't afraid to get messy.

- "That won't happen. I could always kill you with my claws right here and now but that would put my hobby of studying you to waste, honey~"

- Their lips are dangerously close, fangs hidden underneath.

- "To be honest... I adored you since I saw you. To know you wanted to play cat and mouse is delightful! Too bad our game is over and I've caught you."

- The hybrid's claws dig into your flesh slightly.

- A gasp comes from you, much to the sadistic badger's delight.

- "You should've planned better! Now you'll have to pay for your misconduct. I think we'll have some bloody fun, dearest~"

- Softly they peck your lips, eyes half lidded while they straighten themselves out.

- "I'll go gentle since I love you, alright?"

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Can I have a second part for the BOOBIES fic? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

You can find Part 1 on Tumblr or AO3!

You can also read this fic (Part 2) on AO3.

"I'm surprised you haven't lost your touch with sparring being around all the acolytes and temples."

Lin commented lightly as her chopsticks pounced into the bowl of salad in front of them. Even though Tenzin was nowhere close to giving her a run for her money through that spar, the metalbender was famished. With pointed focus on the food, she made small talk- it was just like old times, sitting across with her best friend. A best friend that had just asked her out on a date. Strange as that was, it was probably better (and easier), to focus on the food.

The aforementioned best friend that sat across from her had his focus elsewhere- far from the food his system truly required. He sported a pretty intense black left eye with a few tiny scabs about his cheeks and hands, but oh, wasn't it worth it now? Lin bending forward every couple of seconds was the perfect fodder for his aching body. You see, a square necked blouse framed them perfectly for him. His only qualm was having one functional eye to take that view in.

"Dad was pretty ardent in making sure I didn't skimp out on training everyday." He replied without breaking his focus.

"Well, you still lost pretty badly by the time I just started to break a sweat." She swallowed down her food and smirked, pointing at him with one end of her chopsticks.

Tenzin smiled, "I don't count that as a loss."

Lin only raised her eyebrows in response.

He clarified, "I'm here on a date with you now, aren't I?"

"Right.." Lin looked away from him.

"What is it?"

"It- it's just that- nevermind, it's silly." She continued staring her plate as she played around with the food on it.

"Lin," He reached out to cup her knuckles, making her look up at him, "I'm your best friend, you can tell me whatever it is."

She seemed to consider his words- she knew she could trust him.

Tenzin urged her further, now mimicking the concern from hers to his own face, "Is- is there someone else? I don't mean to-"

"No, no-" She said all too quickly, "There isn't anyone else."

"So then?"

Lin made note of the way he was now stroking her knuckles with his thumb. She sighed softly and looked into his eyes- well, eye, "I'm aware of things, Tenzin. And it just makes these things a little harder-"

Busted. She knew he loves her.

"Wait, what do you mean you're aware?"

"I mean," She swallowed nervously, "I am aware of the attention I get from men. I am aware of the attention-" She breathed sharply to barely mumble, "My body gets."

"Oh, I umm-"

"You're fine, Tenzin. Really. It's just that I thought you were a good friend- my best friend even. But you suddenly see me years later and you're asking me out on a date and I can't help but think it's because of my body and I really-"

"Whoa whoa whoa, Lin!" He squeezed her hand in his to catch her attention, "It's not because of your body!"

"It's not?" She looked at him with worry of some kind in her eyes.

"Yeah! I've always been in love with you." He blurted out.

Lin's eyes widened with shock and before she could verbalize her shock, Tenzin took over, "I mean- I've had a crush on you since we were kids, Lin. That couldn't have been a surprise to you. And, between travels and legacies and other things, I never got to tell you how I felt."

Lin considered his words and detected no fallacies in them.

"I didn't want to make assumptions." She shrugged.

"And yeah, I love your body too, Lin. Don't get me wrong. I am crazy attracted to you." Tenzin added, "But how I feel about your body is just a bonus to how I feel about you. It's like that fruit tart that sometimes has the extra jelly in between and on top."

Something about that made her laugh, "You're really comparing my body to a fruit tart, Tenzin?"

"Well," He blushed, "They're both rather tempting and delectable."

"And you'd want it close to your mouth?" She bit her lip.

"Yeah!" He nodded, before realizing he what he agreed to.

"No!" His eyes grey eyes blew wide, but his ears turned the crimson shade of shame, "Yes, I mean- I'd like that very much, but it's not, I mean, I was joking, Lin." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "I don't mean to objectify you, of course."

Lin took pity in his pain and chuckled lightly. She dragged her seat to the side so she was closer to him and placed her hand on his forearm, "I know you're not, silly."

Tenzin relaxed and squeezed her knuckles with his other hand, "It's just- there's no denying that I have these feelings for you or that I am massively attracted to you. I don't know what to do."

"You're on the right track in starting off with this date," She offered, caressing the back of his knuckles with her thumb, "But do you know how to end this date?"

"No?"

"You seal it with a kiss." She smirked, despite her nervous blush.

"Ah." Tenzin grinned, "Now that I know how to do."

He moved his hand from on top of hers and cupped her cheek, pulling her closer and tilting his face a tad. Lin closed her eyes and moved as directed, her hand tightening its grasp on Tenzin's forearm. His lips momentarily brushed against hers, each swallowing the tension down before their mouths could rejoin and seal the deal in finality.