#uh umm hmm.

[wheel-within-a-wheel]

(1/2): What’s your ‘toxic trait’? Are you trying to improve yourself and fix it?

being a beta

[unproduciblesmackdown]

payoff of being embedded in a unit of authoritarianism since birth is sure then being able to go like "wow this is just like dynamics & phenomena i experienced up close & personal, repeatedly, in many contexts & configurations in my first two decades of life" plus also beyond that in abuse culture world & the noncoincidence that even interactions beyond the confines of the home(tm) reinforced / did not contradict the hierarchy & concomitant abuse within....but then like hey yeah also the Larger Units of hierarchy & abuse / authoritarianism (ft. their logics & practices necessary for continuously & continually shoring up that hierarchy) can also make it like hey yeah the Two Parent abusive nuclear family more like the Two Party [the US is also a one party state but in typical american extravagance they have two] where right wingness is defined by the degree of directly embracing white supremacy & "left wing" is "anything else" hence like wow The Left is always infighting (everyone with any ideas besides "umm christofascist white ethnostate?" so like yeah there are many other ideas) vs The Right's admirable cohesion (simply re: the white supremacy idea which also necessarily embraces all other Out Group / Nonperson paradigms & practices b/c that's what all already has been necessary for shoring up the [when has the US been a nongenocidal non white supremacist non oligarchy])

like obviously individual experiences & contexts vary but like narrowing in on [the Family as immediate relations ideally cordoned off into nuclear households] ft. [Parental Authority the top priority of which is preserving that authority, ideally patriarchal, an abusive mother e.g.? hey, that ought to be the father] times it's like, think people tend to struggle re: having the "nicer" / "safer" parent who was also shitted on as well but also at the end of the day would always side with the "meaner" "more dangerous" parent, even in whatever terms most sympathetic to the abused parties, with the underlying logic that we're always just going to have to deal with them so some secret strategic mitigation is the best that can be done, perhaps the equivalent of being sent a ":(" after an Onslaught Of Expressed / Enforced Authority(tm) event....the tendency to see the best in any lack of actual intervention / protection on the assumption That Could Never Happen Anyway & forever At Least that the one parent isn't as bad as the other [the Not That Bad / Could've Been Worse infocation, like free bingo square in manifestations of minimization if not outright abuse denial] & all the sympathy for, you know, being human & doing their best(tm) &c which sure might all be true but the abused parties (oft children, more vulnerable than adults, by virtue of being children i.e. considered legal property of some specific adults & theoretical property of any adults in general (the paternal logic in any "protect [xyz]" like maintain one group's supposed ownership / control over [xyz] "for their sake" then? great) & also generally smaller & newer at being alive in this world) but who are liable to not extend that sympathy to themselves (or certainly not be extended that sympathy....when is "they're doing their best / they're only human / they mean well or whatever / they love you, they're family" successfully deployed the Thwart an abusive parent like it is to tell an abused child to not be too resentful of this situation, when is it actually deployed toward the abusive parent at all really. & again in the lack of boundary between the authoritarianism within many individual family households & that of the state they exist in (here re: the US) like that naturally one encounters the logic of abuse expressed just as "common knowledge" & the Assumptions of other people, e.g. the rejection of a parent having zero access to a child, the reinforcement of automatic apologia deployed for whatever a parent could possibly do, argued for "family", yet not deployed the same way to automatically defend anything thee child(tm) could do, thinking emoji lol....see: like the non boundary between [the Patriarchal home/family(tm)] & capitalism when uh oh capitalism the system of continuously maximizing exploitation Needs various forms of labor to be unpaid, uh oh another lack of boundary when white supremacy is used to also shore up the patriarchy that shores up the white supremacy, e.g. that even if in some "inferior" class it's treated as More Important that at least you're not that And black, the theoretical ideal/normal white man is a person while a white woman is a woman while a black woman is black, white women could have any legal property via chattel slavery which needed white women's participation to help enforce, the specter of sexual violence all coming from nonwhite & especially black men & it's up to the genteel white man to Protect Women (see prev, implicitly white or you'd have to specify otherwise)

anyway that is to get around to pointing to the Two Parent System wherein so shockingly the results are the same as the One Parent System re: abuse maintaining The Family (properly, i.e. unquestionable & certainly undeniable parental access to children, & "ideally" ofc again the patriarchal Father as ultimate authority w/ownership over the Mother, who in turn is theoretically honored for that motherhood (at least you own your children, insofar as it doesn't contradict w/what the father wants to do with his superior claim to ownership) & then finally all the obviously shittiness from being in that position in a patriarchy is in turn dumped on The Children who are ungrateful & owe the mother everything Because of what the broader society & immediate personal expressions of that abuse have done to her. see also ofc that two adults likely don't have the resources to raise a child in time or money or energy, maybe there's only one but also even an extended family's worth of adults aren't enough, is it enough when a child is sent to school for some other adults to be in charge most of the day, or even if someone is hired to look after them beyond that, all this ofc with the assumed premise that a child is always limited to the various Domains of The Adults In Charge, & from there i segue into how naturally being in gay baby jail unless & until adults are no longer recognized as Legally In Charge Of You (the grand like 5 minutes it's relatively been since the ideal timeline of a woman's life wasn't being legal property of her father until asap passed along to legal property of her husband. still considered ideal ofc but like with "maybe you can have a bank account" now & "maybe you can become 29 before you're in Old Maid danger" Maybe, i said, Maybe....anyway that obviously adults(tm) being divided up (atomised. spritz) into Households isn't even supposed to be enough to live on their own, re: necessitating Marriage, much less uh oh having kids who are stuck with their parents who are stuck with them, but then all the obvious actual problems & abuses inflicted on Adults to have to have their family households & exploited jobs are dumped on the children who Must appreciate & be loyal to the parents (i.e. never Deny Access) while yknow kids have Fake Problems they're whining about, the one Real Problem of having to pay a bill gets the payoff of leverage to tell your children to shut the fuck up or perhaps the more vulnerable spouse

hm didn't segue right into "so shoutout to like The Ratchet Effect diagrams lol, the "Two" Party System where its supposed left wing Blocks Movement To The Left, right wing Moves Everything To The Right" but even that is like, mm, conferring a passivity to what democrats do in the continual movement to the right (won an election? lost an election? the lesson either way is The Right Is Right; exact same logic as in "winning or losing" "the war on crime" like the collection & analysis of whatever statistics show the trend of some "crime" is increasing in frequency or magnitude? show that it's decreasing? the lesson either way is Cops Need More Power) like the institutional effort of democrats to push a candidate nobody wants through primaries (did we even do that this time around. oh great that the assumed candidate even graciously agreed to not force themself as The Candidate, & now like 5 min left with the Next In Line candidate dumped on everyone now with the lesson for the left(tm) to shut up already lol) & then it's up to Grassroots Voters. it's up to Unity & well we all Need to listen to the white supremacists, points were made, in the "elections" with voting as limited as possible & with the electoral college & supreme court as Safeguards against democracy & here's the senate, eternally thus, & again the conclusions will always manage to be moving To The Right, paraphrasing from twitter like democrats are about to be or already at the point of "in the name of unity we will no longer be running against republicans; it's too divisive :(" which yknow is already The Statements of all of yesterday from various like "i'm the republican official white supremacy agree-er now" after also the entire campaign of "no, I'm the fascist" where like wow shocking that the appeal to the fascists didn't win a) the fascists who will ofc want the even more overt fascism, why wouldn't they or b) the people who want antifascism actually, and do not want fascism; who could have foreseen? & it's always the fault of being Too Antifascist for the actions of the fascists or the Diplomatic Comprimises the other party makes with the fascists &/or their Failure to thwart them....the Nicer, Safer party in power is surely doing their best & at least they're not the Meaner, More Dangerous one but at the end of the day they'll always side with that party over america(tm) & those bearing the brunt of the actions of State Power can be told to keep their chin up or else to stop acting out b/c how do you expect that state power to respond, cmon, you bring it upon yourself, & you Have to work with them & understand all their feelings & your role in resolving those feelings by being lesser inferior property, you do Have to understand, b/c in the end this is All About Family, surely Good & Necessary, whoops i mean in the end this is All About America

anyway yeah i'm like damn my "nicer" (also shitty) father who was also the even more sexist & racist (& certainly no Less ableist, queerphobic) parent was basically the democratic party of the Two Parent System of Family Government lol. b/c we Need to perpetuate this Family, no other logics much less actions are acceptable....& people struggling with the Parent / Adults in their life like that who were the "safe" & "protective" ones who markedly failed to protect & minimized the harm afterwards but also in general, never to confront the reality of the situation, or do damage control like "aw some points were made at all :( ah i see you have Feelings about this :( hmm yes the Parental Power is gonna have to make some changes" & then as soon as possible (assuming reeling in the party who was deviating too much) these changes(tm) are already compromised or diminished if done at all, & then oops things incrementally might be right back to how they always were, no guarantees it won't be Worse b/c the Power is even more insecure / aware of weaknesses, & the only way this is thwarted is if the Wayward Parties can actually leverage new boundaries / less vulnerability, not b/c the supposedly sympathetic parties, who never came through where it counts & likely would also become overt antagonizers / wielders of whatever power within the Family hierarchy / turn on the more vulnerable parties to Get Them In Line, actually came through. movement Away (more disruptive to the maintenance of The Family, The State) is blocked, incrementally only ever moving everything back, & then Further....& despite this being what the power structures are, & do, the Disruptive parties liable to be scapegoated lol, can't believe the scapegoat child is ruining everything for everyone, this Family would totally improve & start being everything it could be otherwise & we ignore who actually has the power & is actually enforcing the hierarchy harming everyone to point to that scapegoat; can't believe thee left is destroying america (republican voice) can't believe the left is destroying america (democrat voice) So You See? The Undeniable Consensus. just like how i believe it was my fault my family unit was Like That & i had those experiences, according to the vast majority of Input from that family & even others who, knowing nothing, would say how Lucky i was to be relatively close to home, or just of course that oh well parents love their children & mean well & try their best. just like how i believe that being treated like i've been generally as a neurononconforming person, i.e. hated & the interpersonal abuse & bullying & ostracization & [attention possibilities: ignored, responded to but negatively, interacted with to get something from] & actually rewarding interactions or just actions being liable to get Deluxe authority responses as disruptive(tm) & ofc disobedient(tm) like hell fuckin yeah lol. just as i don't think that other people who have similar experiences or ones i don't have, i.e. assessed race being automatically seen as wrong / inferior, being isolated & undermined from all around? well gotta be their fault then, cmon lol....Abuse is actually normative, not extraordinary, in every Arena of interactions, & so are the logics / apologia / assumptions

anyway lol re: like yeah people struggling with the like betrayal of the "nooo i'm on your side, i sympathize, i'm the one who's nicer & you Need so that things aren't even worse" party, not even One Big Novel betrayal, but rather that that's what's Been done the whole time & doesn't stop. that supposedly if you have Any sympathy for that party you have to be like aw :( keep doing your thing (necessarily reining everyone in) or if you have Any sympathy for the people who also want things to improve but blame & take it out on the more disruptive parties (more disruptive to an abusive family e.g., btw. & not like i see Cohesion as necessarily some Good rather than neutral? when i'm autistic / my existence is supposedly antithetical to this? or when i'm able to look at a zillion hypothetical or actual situations & recognize how "cohesion" isn't the best goal / a destructive one / a vague concept anyways like cohesion Between Whom? on what basis? recognized & pursued how? why? up next: same as vague shit like "family" or "community" &c) then it's like yep gotta be Responsible for their feelings too if you're at all sympathetic & capitulate, The Only Possible Action, vs the idea of those in power actually making things shit stopping, much less being stopped / having to stop in the various ways that can happen....one way being "oh no, adult children who choose to be no-contact with parents" which is seen as A Tragedy, & sign of a Deteriorating Society, take me back. ah jeez oh no, look at the divorce raaates....Oh No, twentysomething women aren't pursuing marriage enoughhhh....again the undetectably identical echo when people peak vaguely talk about "conflicts" that thwart "community" or whatever, ugh nobody will date anymore, commit anymore, be friends anymore, hang out as coworkers anymore, talk to me if i want to talk to them anymore, &ccccc....

the real tl;dr is like wait ""two party"" (one party) US electoral system, just like ""two parent"" maintenance of thee family lol. ratchet effect raise your hand if you've only ever experienced Movement Away from the abusive family blocked, forever incrementally ratcheted back in to the desires & pursuits of those most in power / top of the hierarchy / thus of course most invested in the abuse, that's what the power & hierarchy is made of, sustained by, perpetuates....sorry doing our best :( sorry that's just all that's realistic, no other choice Really. cmon. kind of Your Fault if you don't agree to that & whoops now Everything is the fault of whoever doesn't agree & cooperate enough :( now look what you've done & brought upon yourself :( & we'll just forget the eruption of violence suppression happened & will happen again & be the overhanging threat all in the meantime

[onlinelvrs]

AH IM AHHH AHHHHHH Im ccreeped out AAGH

[sturniolosiphone]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ MDNI, smut, pornography, creampie⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

A Movie For Two

you and chris settle on his bed, stripped bare with his laptop in the middle of you. he types in ‘pornhub.’ “so what do you wanna watch?” he clears his throat, a deep blush painted on his cheeks. this was your idea anyway, watching porn together, but yet you were just as nervous as him. “uhh. I don’t know…what do you umm normally watch?” you say, your voice coming out shakier than expected. “nothing in particular. I uh..usually just find something on the home page,” he shrugs, turning to give you a bashful smile.

“yeah let’s do that��

chris starts the video. you both watch as the couple on the screen begin to kiss each other you glance over at chris and see him chewing the inside of his cheek. you turn back to the laptop screen and watch as the actor starts to eat the actress out. you gaze at chris as he starts to lazily stroke his cock, and he looks over to you, giving a sly smile. chris places his hand on your inner thigh pulling your leg towards him, spreading out your bare pussy. “touch yourself for me, baby,” chris husks out.

you stick two digits in your mouth, swirling your tongue around them before placing them on your clit, rubbing slow circles. you continue to watch the scene in front of you as the couple fucks on their couch. you can't help the whimpers and moans that escape your mouth as you fuck yourself to the movie, sneaking glances at chris. you meet his eyes and bite your bottom lip. "chris" you whimper.

“you like that baby?” chris whispers stroking his cock now at a faster pace. “y-yes”, your hips now rocking against your hand. “such a good little slut for me, hmm? watching porn with me? god such a slut. let me feel sweetheart” chris moves your hand away and begins toying with your clit. “so fucking wet” he groans. “on all fours, now”

you get on all fours arching your back and look back at him, he gives your ass a hard smack before lining his tip up to your entrance. he slides in at an antagonizing slow pace. “my tight little girl,” he hisses. “i’m not going to last long” he says through his teeth.

“chrissss, fuck baby” you moan out rutting your hips back to meet his. he reaches around to rub your clit. “you can let go for me, come on baby, you can do it”. you allow that tight knot to snap coming all around him with a long mewl.

“yeah, baby? coming all over my cock…fuck… going to fill you up ..”’ his hips stutter, filling you with his load and releasing a shaky moan. he slips out of you with one fluid motion and spreads your ass cheeks to look at his cum spilling out of your pussy. “so fucking sexy,” he gives your ass a soft pat. you sink onto the bed on your stomach. “that was so hot,” you say, out of breath.  he collapses on the bed beside you, running a hand through your hand. “think next time we need to make a movie of our own,” he winks.

pt.2

[atlasifyllm]

you know its a problem when you could ask me to name the male characters in sul and i cant even finish counting on a singular hand

[houseofceline]

My Pretty Girl - T.N.

Starry Eyes

Pairing: Ravenclaw and sort of ditzy but talented Reader x Slytherin notorious playboy Theodore Nott

Warnings: None (yet ;))

“Starry eyes

What can I do for your attention.”

Summary: Theodore’s late to class but Snape blessed him with the opportunity of sitting next to a cute Ravenclaw who’s no help at all.

1 >

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Clockwise or counterclockwise? 

You honestly didn’t even know anymore. No matter how many hours you spent on reading the thick potions textbook or wasting bottles after bottles of ink on notes you still barely passed the class. 

You were starting to get a headache from trying to picture the text in your head. Everything was starting to become foggy. You sat down, defeated, and began doodling on the parchment instead of writing detailed instructions on how to make the stupid potion. So much for a Ravenclaw. 

Hmm off shoulder or puffed sleeves?

 You bit your lip trying to decide which option would look better on the dress you sketched out. The classroom was calming with little chattering among your classmates in the back allowing you to work easier. You could never work or do anything in silence, it drove you crazy. 

Suddenly the door slammed open causing you to jump a bit in your seat. 

“Nice of you to join us Mr. Nott, although your presence was expected half an hour ago,” Snape drawled out in his infamous monotone voice. 

“Sorry I overslept,” he shrugged while adjusting his tie. Some students who were listening in laughed. With his messed up tie and ‘burn marks’ on his neck, it was clear that he was definitely doing more than just sleeping. 

Snape nodded and pointed at the empty seat next to you, not surprising anyone that he didn’t take away any house points from his house. 

Theodore eyed you as he walked towards your table. He would’ve preferred sitting with his house, but he could never pass up the chance to sit next to a pretty girl. White blouse with a lace neckline and sleeves, black plaid skirt, Ravenclaw tie, black sleek hair, and a white headband. You didn’t fit into the usual type of girls he went for, but you were cute. 

Theodore took the seat next to you before tapping on your shoulder. 

You turned to him and almost jumped when you found his eyes on you. Gorgeous blueish grayish eyes. 

So pretty, this might be my new favorite color. 

“So uh,” Theo cleared his throat ignoring the fact that he swore he just saw your eyes sparkle, “what are we doing?” 

You blinked. Under the pressure of a somewhat attractive boy it made your memory much worse. 

“Umm, we’re brewing a potion and writing?” 

You had hoped that didn’t come out as a question and hoped that he’d just nod and ask someone else. 

Theodore raised an eyebrow and glanced at your blue tie again. 

“Which potion exactly?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at you as if you were lying to him. 

“Antidote to potions. Wait, no poisons. The common one. Wait, maybe the uncommon ones. Well I don’t think there’s a big difference. I mean, shouldn’t the uncommon ones be stronger and still fix the common ones?” You rambled on, looking off to the side lost in your own thoughts. 

Theodore blinked. The sorting hat rarely makes errors, maybe you were high but then again Lovegood’s also a Ravenclaw. The looney population in Ravenclaw must be high. 

“Why can’t they just make a super strong potion that fixes every poison? That’d make our jobs easier and we wouldn’t have to memorize so many potions,” you giggled as you turned back to your sketches. 

Theodore looked over your shoulder to try and catch a glimpse of your paper but instead your sketches caught his eye. You may be no help in potions, but you sure can draw. 

“Are you going to make that?” He asked while you squirmed at the close proximity of his face to yours. 

“Yes,” you mumbled shyly, scared of the criticism that might follow. You loved designing and fashion. It was one of the only things that came naturally to you, but coming from a family of doctors you were vulnerable to criticism for not following in their path. 

“Cute,” he said before his eyes found your potions paper. 

Common poisons. Theodore noticed that you only had half the page completed and chuckled. 

He got up towards the ingredients cabinet and grabbed his ingredients and the ones you were missing. 

Potions came easy to him. Not only did the teacher bias his house, but his mother was a skilled potions maker as well. Matter of fact her entire side of the family were. He had spent most of his summers in his manor reading journals of potion experiments and advanced information that weren’t even in his school textbooks. 

He quickly prepared his ingredients and started on his potion while continuing yours on the side. Luckily you were both in the back and Snape couldn’t catch him. He wrote down his notes and instructions making a mental note to tell you to copy them down later. You’d need it. 

Maybe he was also placed in the wrong house. Today, Hufflepuff seemed more fitting. You were lucky that you’re cute. 

[banj0possum]

umm is it possible to get a yandere! male!siren x shy!gn reader?

Fish Bait

Yandere!Siren x GN Reader

CW: Kidnapping, assault, minor stalking, murder, thalassophobia maybe?

🌊 You are quite shy when it came to talking to people. You found the whole 'socializing thing' a bit overwhelming considering how rough and loud the rest of the people in your academy was.

🌊 You much preferred staying by the shore with a nice book or drawing book to enjoy the sound of the waves with. The ocean breeze and wailing of seagulls never failed to relax you.

🌊 One day, you heard the strange sound of splashing by the tide pools along the more rocks area of the shore. You thought it was a fish or some other animal that got stuck in one of the pools after the tide retreated and got up to help it out.

🌊 But what you saw was no animal, well, half animal. In one of the pools was a man with the lower half of a fish, his scales glistened wondrously as it splashed in the water.

🌊 The man looked at you with wide eyes and froze. You put your hands up to show you meant no harm.

🌊 "Please! Spare me! I just want to go home!"

🌊 "Calm down! I won't hurt you!"

🌊 He shook with fear as your hands drew closer to him.

🌊 You then pulled him up from the pool and carried him to the sea, he stares at you as you gently lowered him unto the water.

🌊 As soon as his tail was submerged in the sea, he swam out of your grasp and went a distance away from you, part of his head peeking out of the water as his red eyes looked at yours.

🌊 "Well...safe travels.." You mutter, wading back to shore, but the merman peeks his mouth out the water and shouts to you.

🌊 "You're not going to ask anything in return?"

🌊 You look back. "Uhm..no, I'm fine, thanks anyway.."

🌊 "Hmm, you know...you can come with me to my home. I'll grant you the power to breathe under water and you can enjoy the treasures I have there. What do you say? It's the least I can do for what you've done for me!"

🌊 "Nah, I'm good. Be safe though, I heard theres pirates that hunt merfolk nowadays..." You continue your way to shore but the merman swims quickly to your side.

🌊 "Don't you want to be rid of those insolent fools you call schoolmates? I can give you a life people only dream of!"

🌊 "I'm not really..interested..."

🌊 "...You're not?"

🌊 "Yeah..."

🌊 "...Oh..uh..ok...wow-um..well, bye I guess..." The man stutters before sinking his head back into the water.

🌊 You sigh, that was some encounter. You doubt you'd run into something like that again...

🌊 Boy howdy you were wrong.

🌊 You'd spot the strange boy again and again, always hiding back behind the rock or piece of driftwood he was watching you from.

🌊 Sometimes you'd also find trinkets and beautiful stones laid on the shore. You never took them though; you didn't want to take something someone probably lost. The merman would grumble to himself every time you ignored his baits.

🌊 You'd also see him again trapped in the pools, feigning sorrow that poor little him got stuck again during another low tide. What ever shall he do?

🌊 Your days would go on like this, the merman desperately trying to lure you into the sea but to no avail due to your shy and polite nature.

🌊 Him basically stalking you turned to him directly talking to you and trying to get you to go with him in the water.

🌊 "Oh dear, I've been stuck at this reef for ages! I just can't get out! Could you help me please? I promise not to drown you!"

🌊 "No thanks, I'm on the last chapter of my book..."

🌊 "My, my, it's so lonely in the ocean, not a playmate in sight, come down with me so we can really get to know each other yeah?"

🌊 "I don't really wanna get my clothes wet..."

🌊 What you thought was a potentially dangerous creature of the sea became a whiny, attention-seeking drama queen.

🌊 Eventually, you'd learn his name is Caspian. He gave up a bit on trying to lure you and settled on making small talk with you.

🌊 Most of your conversations would revolve around your cultures, how you two lived compared to eachother.

🌊 "So those silver things with teeth aren't combs? Interesting...tell me more!"

🌊 He more or less looked up to you because of the knowledge you'd tell him, even though it was all basic things ever human knows, but he wasn't a human so, I guess it's alright.

🌊 He'd try to crawl onto shore to see what you were reading or drawing. You'd have to scoot away from him because he was dripping wet, and you didn't want your paper to get soiled.

🌊 Please read to him! He loves it when you read out loud the books you bring!

🌊 Life seemed pretty content with you having a friend to talk to, one who's not judgmental of your quiet personality.

🌊 That was until one day, you heard laughing and shouting from your usual spot.

🌊 You saw your classmates, waist deep in the water trying to drag Caspian to the shore, the merman snarling and biting the air around him angrily as the bullies degrade and laugh at his attempts to wriggle out of their grasp.

🌊 "Look at this, boys! With this ugly thing we can buy the whole pub if we wanted to!"

🌊 "H-hey! Leave him alone!" You shouted, dropping your things as you ran to help your friend, but one of them punched you with in the face and grabbed you, about to hit you again.

🌊 "What? You're gonna let this siren kill everyone that comes to this beach? God you're dumb! No wonder why you have no friends!"

🌊 He was about to give another blow when you both heard a shrill cry from the ocean.

🌊 The water pooled with crimson as only the splashing of limbs can be seen form the shore, cries and gurgles are heard from the writhing gore. Your classmate rushes into the water to save his friends before the violent splashing stops and the red patch of bloody water extends towards him and around him until you see him get yanked below into the water, a splash of a fish tail verified in your mind that it was Caspian.

🌊 You could feel your heart pounding as you see the siren lift its head from the water, his blood red eyes staring at you again with razor sharp teeth bared.

🌊 "P-please...don't hurt me..I didn't lead them to you I swear!" You cried as he crawled to your shivering form.

🌊 You held your breath as he pulled you in a wet hug, your clothes getting stained by the salty, bloody water.

🌊 "Oh my darling~ I know you would never hurt me~ But we're not safe here anymore..I fear I'll have to take you somewhere safer...somewhere away from those disgusting creatures."

🌊 You couldn't even react before you were pulled into the water forcefully, you kicked and swam all you could to get him to let go of you, but soon enough, your whole body was under the water. The only thing that was left of you were your things by the sand, and bubbles that rose to the surface before stopping.

🌊 "You'll be safe here my love, my most wonderful treasure~"

this one was by far one of my favorite bois ive written, he's so mhmhmghghghmmmhmhmmhhh

[act-nat-ural]

You yawn and stretch as you restock the shelves, huffing as you lug heavy bags of pet food onto the shelf and wiping your forehead. “Jeez, I’m gonna get biceps after this.”

“Um, excuse me.”

You jump and whirl around. “Oh! Um, hi! Do you, uh, need something?”

It’s a tall man with no eyebrows. Despite his stature, he seems kind of… cute?

Aone gives a shy nod. “…Turtle food. Please.”

“Of course! Um… sorry, I’m new. Just—follow me.” He nods again and follows you. You try to remember the exact aisle, but you can’t seem to find it. “Umm… oh shoot. It should be here. I’m so sorry.” You turn to him and apologize profusely.

“It’s okay.” He steps close to you and reaches up. Your eyes widen, and you’re about to sputter when he pulls a container of turtle food off the very top shelf. He takes a step back and bows, his face slightly flushed. You blink and crane your neck up at the shelf. “Oh. Up there. Oops.”

He gives you a small smile and mumbles a thank you. You awkwardly walk him to the front counter where your coworker is working the register. She rings him up, eyeing him up and down, then glancing at you. He mumbles a goodbye, then leaves, the bell ringing as he exits the shop.

“So. Aone needed help, huh?”

“Eh?” You turn to her. “Was that his name? Yeah, he couldn’t find the turtle food.”

“Riiiight… that’s weird because he comes in here every two weeks and finds it just fine. Hmm.”

You blink. “Did you move it to a different spot?”

She gives a knowing smile. “No. I think he just wanted some… assistance.”

You shrug and go back to restocking as she chuckles and shakes her head. “Real smooth, Aone,” she mutters.

A week later, you’re working the counter. You hum to the radio, resting your head in your hands. The past week, your thoughts have been with the cute guy who came in. She said his name was Aone. You sigh and lay your head on the cool counter as the door opens in the distance. You hear someone quietly clear their throat. Your head snaps up—and there he is.

You try to suppress your smile as you straighten up. “Hello! How can I help you today?”

He gives a small smile and hesitates. “Would—sorry—hi. I’m—” He takes a deep breath, trying to gather himself. You bite back a smile; he’s just as flustered as you are.

“Hi. I’m Takanobu. Would you want to get a coffee with me?” he asks, ears red.

You glance at the clock—ten minutes until your break. “Suppose you wouldn’t change your mind in ten minutes?”

He’s still waiting outside when your coworker comes to relieve you, five minutes late.

[sierrrraaawwwwwcgtcvh]

Hi, can I request Rosie and Carmilla fighting over the reader?

You absolutely can! Hope ya didn't mind I made reader an overlord. Sorry it’s short. I feel like I made them ooc but uh.. idk

You didn't necessarily consider yourself an overlord. Sure, you owned millions of souls but your territory wasn't bad. You weren't all that powerful either so anyone could challenge you for your position. 

Surprisingly enough, nobody dared to challenge you. Speaking of being an overlord, you were currently inside an elevator taking you up to a meeting where most overlords will be. 

You hummed a tune as you waited for the elevator to stop. There was light elevator music playing as the elevator stopped. You exited the elevator you were met with Rosie. 

"Hello, darling! How've you been?" She asked as smiled at you.

"I've been rather good. Nothing too eventful in my territory as of late." You smiled at the girl as she hummed.

"Say, do you wanna come over to my shop after the meeting? I've missed you soo much! My shop has lost its sparkle without your presence." Rosie dramatically posed before laughing.

You laughed as well. "If I'm not busy sure!" 

"Well, I hope you're not busy." She winked at you as she left and entered the meeting room.

You took that as a sign to enter the meeting room. Carmilla, Zestial, and Carmilla's daughters sat at the head of the table. You waved to Carmilla who simply nodded at you. You sat across from Rosie as the other overlords came inside of the room.

Carmilla started off the meeting.

—

With the meeting over, you got up to leave. 

"Wait." You heard Carmilla say as you stood in place and looked at her.

"Me?" You asked as she nodded.

"Okay.." 

You noticed Carmilla began glaring at something or someone that was behind you. You quickly turned around and saw Rosie.

"Oh, Rosie-" you got cut off.

"Rosie, I'm trying to speak to them about a private matter. Do you mind?" You heard Carmilla say as she walked over to the two of you.

You turned your attention over to Carmilla.

"Hmm, yes! I do. We're supposed to hang out together!" You felt Rosie put her hands on your shoulders.

"Is this true?" Carmilla asked you as you opened your mouth to speak.

"Of course it's true! This little darlin' here wouldn't ever lie!" Rosie patted your shoulders.

Carmilla narrowed her eyes at Rosie as she looked at you.

"Then I suppose you wouldn't mind letting us speak? It's not like I'd be having them for the whole day." Carmilla spat at Rosie.

"Hmm.. what do you think darling?" Rosie asked you as her grip on your shoulders tightened.

You felt the both of them staring at you as you panicked. "Umm.."

[zweiginator]

hmm thjnking about bsf!patrick and inexperienced reader (projecting). you're in college and everyone you know is getting laid. you're just really nervous and have all these hangups. who better to ask then your best friend who's also a guy! patrick gets around, you're sure he's got some insight there.

you're sitting and talking with him when you start spacing out on how to approach the topic with him. when he's like Hello?? are you even listening to me? and you're like can i ask you something? he says yes and it takes you forever to get the words out because you're so embarrassed. you're beating around the bush like, "umm i know you sleep around a lot. and you're probably like super experienced and familiar with sex.. and like i'm not.. so i was just curious like." he's like holy shit just spit it out. you start bombarding him with questions like what's it like? and what do guys like? and i'm worried im not good! or what if i smell? am i supposed to shave? what if-

patrick starts laughing and at first you're so humiliated cuz you think he's laughing at you. but then he's like you've thought Way too much about this. he starts giving his two cents by talking about his experiences in Detail. and you're squeezing your thighs together bc you just found out your best friend is a munch. he notices bc ofc he does. and to prove how much he doesn't care about your insecurities, he eats you out right then and there to prove it.

him groaning when he sees your pussy and kind of getting a kick out of knowing no one's ever touched you there before. bringing your hand to touch his erection straining his pants to show how much you turn him on. you're instinctively trying to clamp your legs shut and he just shakes his head and pulls them apart like "nu uh i wanna see all of you. lemme see that pretty pussy."

omg best friend patrick save me …being so insecure and feeling so inadequate. asking yourself how the fuck you haven’t had anything more than a meaningless kiss at a party with a guy whose name you don’t even remember.

and being best friends with patrick— who has absolutely no issue putting himself out there, getting phone numbers and hooking up with beautiful girls—only makes it worse. you feel like you’ve tried putting yourself out there and going out more and it’s just not working.

so the conversation turns away from the movie you’re watching and towards sex because you just can’t stop thinking about it. you’re almost done with your first year of college and you’re still a virgin. it feels like a clock is ticking.

“i just feel like there’s something wrong with me.”

patrick looks at you. he looks serious for once. “there’s nothing wrong with you. i promise.”

“how do i know i mean—you have sex all the time. is there something about me that guys don’t like i mean, you can tell me—“

patrick cuts you off. he smiles and shakes his head. “fuck no, there’s nothing about you that guys don’t like. i mean, if a guy doesn’t like something about you then that’s on him, okay?”

but you just won’t let it go and you’re delving into the girls patrick has hooked up with. comparing yourself to them which is awkward for so many reasons but you just want to know—what sets them apart from you? what does patrick like in bed? maybe you could practice, maybe you could learn.

patrick’s cheeks are growing red, which is abnormal from a boy who’s never embarrassed.

and patrick goes into detail about what he likes in bed. you tell yourself you’re just curious, sitting on your hands and swinging your legs as you lean closer to him on the couch, wanting to digest everything he says. wanting to absorb and learn and be better. more desirable.

he talks about a lot of things. tits and ass, obviously. pretty glossy lips and nice hair. he likes thighs too, likes grabbing them when he fucks girls. patrick says of course he loves blowjobs and pulling girls’ hair up to watch them suck him off. the perverted part of him likes when they choke on him and sputter and whine. he likes messy make out sessions and when girls ride him so hard he doesn’t even have to move. he also likes doggy. pulling girls’ asses back onto his dick and rubbing his thumb over their asshole.

but patrick saves his favorite for last. he says his most favorite thing is eating girls out. he goes into detail with this one, maybe because he likes how intently you’re listening, how you’re letting out little gasps and how your lip is bitten between your teeth.

he likes spreading little pussies open with his big hands and keeping girls’ legs pinned apart. wide open for him to admire how wet he makes them. he loves to tease and rub their inner thighs, kiss them and lick them. he loves when they inevitably mewl and beg for his mouth. he loves pressing sloppy open-mouthed kisses to their cunts and laving and licking at their clits. spitting on them and splitting them open with his fingers. curling them up and making their hips jerk.

you’re wet now. and you squeeze your legs together.

and patrick stops his storytelling.

“you know what?” he asks.

you lean closer, wanting to be extra keen on what he’s going to say. “hm?”

“maybe i should just show you, yeah?”

you whimper. you’re not so sure but god you’re so turned on and patrick is really hot—you’ve known that forever but you’ve never seen yourself as on his level. it’s never felt in the realm of possibility to have him but now he’s looking into your eyes asking to eat you out. you nod.

“yeah. only—if you want to. but i’m nervous.”

“no need to be nervous. i’m your best friend.”

that’s precisely why you are nervous.

“okay—“

and patrick pulls you to him. kisses your navel and then your hips, his fingers looped around your pajama pants. he pulls them down and your legs are glued together. patrick can see your pretty panties, pink and cotton but beautiful nonetheless. he spreads your legs, runs a finger over your clothed cunt. he comments about how wet you are.

you hide behind your hands.

patrick wants to build your confidence. he wants you to realize how fucking beautiful you are because he sees it but you just can’t seem to.

“don’t be embarrassed.” he pries your hands away from your eyes and grabs your hand, pulling it to his erection, tented beneath his sweatpants. “see what you do to me? we’re in the same boat princess.”

then, he says your pussy is beautiful and you can tell he really means it.

and maybe you didn’t expect it to feel that good. you didn’t know anything could. but patrick’s mouth latches onto your pussy and he drools and licks and spits. sucks your clit into his mouth and rolls his tongue over it. plunges his fingers inside you and fucks you with them, with his tongue. slobbers on you and drools, moans against you with his fingertips dug into your thighs. you feel yourself about to cum and patrick can tell too by how you’re writhing and how your legs are shaking. you’re trying to shut your thighs and his head is locked between them but he’s strong and he can spread you how he wants to.

“keep ‘em spread i told you how i like to eat pussy didn’t i?”

[the-fiction-witch]

Little Lady P2

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - (OC) Lady Melimina (Betrothal) Rating - 18 + Smut - nudity / forced nudity / semi non con / naughty girl / fondling / touching up / nipple play / breast play / spanking / kissing / neck kissing / love bites / possessive af / making out / Word Count - 1964

She softly squealed shivering and trembling for his kisses, his hands hold her so tightly against him that he can feel her lack of corset below the gown, the thick cotton all that keeps her concealed the dragon pin on her waist presses into him a little, her hands rest on the soft fabric of his doublet as she blushed hard,

His hand on her ass gave her a firm smack, He pulled back slightly, his eyes full of desire and hunger as he looked at her. "No corset..." he murmured, his hand still resting on her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Seems like you've been a naughty girl..."

she blushed hard unable to even meet his eyes when he calls her 'naughty' "I uhh I umm well I uh"

He chuckled at her stuttering, finding her flustered reaction adorable. His hand on her ass squeezed again, his touch possessive and firm, his fingers tracing the contour of her curves through the thin fabric of her dress. "No corset and no words to explain yourself?" he teased, his voice low and husky. "Maybe I need to take you over my lap and give you what you truly deserve."

her eyes went wide, her chest gasping fast, he whole face went red "I uhh my prince I uh...my corset is just... With the handmaidens... For a repair .. I uhh I often don't wear a corset with this dress"

He chuckled again at her stammering explanation, clearly enjoying the power he held in making her blush and fumble her words, "Hmm... is that so?" he said, his hand still on her ass, gently rubbing. "It seems you've been quite rebellious not wearing a corset with your dress... You know how improper that is for a princess..."

"but I'm... Not a princess, my prince" she blushed

He let out a low, amused chuckle at her words, his hand still touching her, his fingers exploring the bare flesh of her back. "True... you are not a princess. Yet." he agreed, his voice filled with promise and longing. He pulled her even closer, their bodies molded flushed against each other, his breath hot on her skin as he continued. "But you will be, won't you, my lady?" He held her against him, enjoying the way she felt, her soft, slender body against his. His lips grazed her jawline, his mouth close to her ear as he spoke again. "My future queen, a defiant little princess who doesn't wear a corset under her dresses..." he murmured, his hand on her ass giving a firm squeeze. "Should I be worried about your rebellious nature, hm?"

"no my prince. I only don't wear one for this dress... And it's just being repaired i-"

He chuckled again, enjoying their little game. "I suppose I'll have to check and see for myself if it's just this dress... or if you have a habit of being naughty in other ways as well..." He pulled back slightly, his eyes roving over her form, imagining what she would look like without the dress, with no corset to hide her curves...

she trembled slightly as he looked at her,

His eyes lingered on the dragon pin, his mind imagining how easy it would be to undo it, to let the dress fall from her body… "That pin," he said, his voice now huskier, lower. He reached out and gently touched the dragon pin, his fingers tracing its outline. "Is this the only thing holding your dress together?"

she blushed hard and nodded, “Yes my prince,”

A wicked smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he gazed at her flushed face, her eyes wide and innocent yet filled with a mix of nervousness and desire. "That's a dangerous thing..." he murmured, his fingers still touching the dragon pin. "What if someone were to just... undo it?"

"I uhh I suppose my gown would fall" she blushed

His smile grew wider, a spark of lust in his eyes as he watched her blush and stutter. His fingers slowly traced the outline of the dragon pin, as if contemplating the idea of undoing it right there. "And what if that someone... was me?"

she squealed as he yanked the pin from her dress holding the metal in his hand as dress immediately begins unraveling and falling apart, her shoulders fall first topping down to her elbows, the chest falls to her waist, she quickly crosses her arms protectively over her bare chest, as she trembles in front of him.

He smirked as he watched her dress fall, revealing more of her bare skin every moment. The way she squealed and tried to cover herself only made him more excited. He took a step closer to her, his eyes taking in every inch of her revealed flesh, his body close to hers now. "Don't hide yourself from me," he commanded, his voice a low, husky whisper, his eyes fixed on hers. "Take your arms down. Let me see you."

she trembled shivering in the breeze of the balcony, her dress still sliding off currently only stopped from hitting the floor by the fabric pooling around her hips , She trembled but knew he would force her if she didn't “yes my prince" she gasped slowly moving her hands to her sides revealing her bare breasts to him,

His eyes widened, He took another step closer, closing the small gap that still remained between them, his body now mere inches from hers. He couldn't help but reach out, his fingers gently tracing her collarbone, down to her chest, trailing over her breast in a light, almost worshipping touch. "You're beautiful..." he murmured, his voice low and reverent, his eyes darkened with desire. He continued tracing his fingers over her skin, his touch soft, almost as if he was admiring a sculpture. His fingers glided over her skin, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of her, so vulnerable and exposed in front of him. He slid his hands over her collar bones, down her sternum, up her waist, cupping her breasts and giving them playful squeezes, He leaned in, his mouth hovering over her ear, his voice barely above a whisper. "Has anyone ever seen you like this, my lady? So bare and exposed..."

"no my prince"

His heart skipped a beat at her answer, the thought of being the only one to see her like this arousing him further. His fingers continued to explore her skin giving her more forceful squeezes and gropes as he feels her up, twisting and tugging on her nipples as the cold air hardens them, his touch becoming firmer, more possessive. He leaned in closer, his lips nuzzling her neck, his breath hot on her skin as he spoke. "Good... I want you to be mine, and mine alone. Don't let anyone else see you like this, my precious little lady."

she nodded but softly squealed again as his hands went to her hips where the fabric of her gown lingered but not for long as he pushed it down over her hips letting the gown fall to the stone floor of the balcony, her hands immediately went to conceal herself,

He allowed himself a moment to admire her, his eyes roaming over every inch of her body, taking in her curves, her skin, the way her hands desperately tried to cover herself. "No..." he murmured, his voice firm and commanding. He reached out, gently but firmly taking her wrists and pulling her arms away from her body. "Don't hide yourself from me. I said I wanted to see you."

"please - please my prince... Anyone could see us" she whined looking out across the balcony to the oceans waves, vermax had long since returned to the caves, perhaps like thier riders... Vermax may have gone to be intimate with starlight

He chuckled at her whining, amused but also aroused by her pleas. His hands wrapped around her wrists, holding her in place. "Let them see us..." he said, his voice soft but full of certainty. He leaned in, his mouth hovering over her ear, his words a sultry whisper. "Let the whole world see how beautiful you are. How you belong to me and me alone." He pressed his body against hers, his chest molding to her bare flesh, his voice low and possessive in her ear. "Only I get to have you like this, only I get the privilege of touching you. You are mine, my lady... My precious little lady." His fingers caressed the inside of her wrist, his other hand slowly trailing up her hip, his touch gentle yet possessive. He continued to explore her body, his touch caressing every inch of her bare skin. His lips left lingering kisses on her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he spoke. "Do you know what it does to me, seeing you like this? Feeling your bare skin against me?" he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "You make me want to claim you, to mark you as mine and mine alone."

"we are betrothed... The law ..." She trembled fighting against her urges to attempt to be proper

He chuckled again, his lips pressing firm, possessive kisses along her jawline, his voice a low, possessive growl in her ear. "The law be damned..." he murmured, his hands moving to her hips, pulling her even closer against him. "We are young and in love. And I want you. All of you. In every way possible."

she shivered, "jacaerys..."

He smirked, his hand continuing to caress her hip, his lips now at her ear. "Say it again," he growled, his voice dark and commanding. "Say my name... Say it in that sweet, needy voice of yours"

"jacaerys please..." She gasped

His breath hitched at her pleading tone, his body reacting to her desperate words. He pulled her even closer, his hands moving to her ass, his fingers tracing circles, his touch possessive and firm. "Please what, my lady?" he asked, his voice low and full of desire. "What do you want?"

"... I ... I want my prince" she whispered

He grinned, his hands gripping her ass harder, pulling her even closer to him, their bodies as close as possible. "And I want you, my Lady." he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "More than anything." He captured her lips in a fierce, hungry kiss, his tongue invading her mouth in a passionate, possessive dance.

she gasped into the kiss, she'd never imagined their first kiss would be like this, but she didn't deny him

He kissed her hungrily, his tongue exploring her mouth, his hands roaming her body, his touch firm, possessive. He pulled her closer again, her bare breasts now pressed against his chest, their bare skin a stark contrast. He could feel her trembling in his arms, and he loved it. He loved the effect he had on her, the way he could make her come apart with just a touch. He broke the kiss, his eyes locking with hers, his voice a low, possessive growl. "Say you belong to me. Tell me you're mine."

"I am all yours my prince"

His eyes darkened with desire at her words, his grip on her ass tight and possessive. He leaned in, his mouth hovering over her ear, his words a low, possessive whisper. "All mine..." he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "My precious, perfect little lady. Mine to touch, mine to taste, mine to claim. Just mine." He nipped at her ear, his hands caressing her bare skin, his touch firm, possessive, and hungry.

"yes my prince" she nodded "jacaerys please... If we do this... Please... Atleast be kind enough to do so on the bed"

His heart ached at her pleading, and he nodded in agreement. "Of course my lady. As you wish."

He picked her up in one swift, fluid motion, her body effortlessly in his arms as he carried her to the bed.

[jymwahuwu]

If HSR is an 18+ game!

If HSR was an 18+ game, the plot would be… very different. The descriptions of the universe can be more explicit, and the playable characters don't need to hide their cruelty, but only highlight their friendly and mysterious side, for example the Ten Stonehearts and Stellaron Hunters. Haha, especially Stellaron Hunters. If they were in Genshin, they would have to go through some moral exercise to become playable characters haha.

The game starts with the player being dumped by Kafka… umm, being glanced at by the Aeon Nanoook and then we feel like we're about to explode there, can be a size kink. Being filled with semen by Nanook and so on… and there is a CG of being gangbang by monsters after every battle we lose, just like every 18+ game haha. I can’t help but try and fail 😹

Let me think about possible scenarios… In version 1.6 "Crown of the Mundane and Divine", we were suspected by Ratio of having been interrogated there, but he actually didn't do anything cruel to us other than verbal degradation and overstimulation. Instead we were drugged and hypnotized by Ruan Mei for sex…and uh…I'm trying not to mention the bug, it was R18G.

The Penacony version is littered with missions that might be porn traps…actually if it were an 18+ game. We've been in that room non con + dub con for a long time with Aventurine…showing the true strength of IPC. When dueling with Sunday, um, "Harmonious Choir" The Great Septimus was also a size kink. Constantly overstimulating in dreams…

Firefly and Jade in 2.3 don’t have to hide anything. They can express their strategies and methods directly… I feel like Firefly will be guarding the MC with Sam in their dreams… Just do it mechanically… Hmm. Everyone teases and urges us to be with Firefly, which can also be interpreted as Firefly's emotional tendency towards us. A kind of dream manipulation.

Moreover, the game will also have various small tasks that can be played with different characters. For example, Blade will be a bit rough in those tasks. We change his gauze and then…

[th3-c0rps3-r0gu3]

Movie night

Summary: Natasha and y/n decide to have a movie night after a long day of writing mission reports and hospital work but mid way through it gets very fiery.

Pairing: Natasha X doctor fem reader

Warnings: none I think..

Natasha was exhausted. She sat down on the couch in the living room of the apartment that her and her darling girlfriend y/n shared. She had been writing reports all day and in all honesty Natasha never wanted to see another price of paperwork again. She leaned back into the couch hoping that the pillows may just let her dissolve into them before she heard said girlfriend enter the apartment.

Excitement re-energizing Natasha she gets up and practically sprints to the door where y/n, still in her doctor scrubs and stuff, has just entered through the door and is fumbling to put the keys away. Smiling at the sight Natasha sneaks up behind her partner and hugs her around y/n's waist, chuckling when y/n jumps and drops the keys.

"Natty! Now is not the time to jump scare me with hugs!"

Y/n checked as she turned around and kissed Natasha before forcing the woman off her so she could grab the keys from the floor.

"hmm I think it's always the time to scare you."

Natasha hummed as she enjoyed the view of her girlfriends ass. Y/n stood up and shook her head laughing before the doctor entered the kitchen and grabbed some water.

"Soo... How was work?"

Natasha asked as she herself started to make some coffee. The assassin's amusement growing when she heard y/n groan.

"there was a patient who was wandering the halls and literally ran whenever a doctor or nurse tried to get them to go back to their room. I'm literally exhausted from trying to hunt them down! Oh and to make matters worse they had a lighter and were lighting stuff on fire"

Y/n went on a slight rant about the situation before she finally sighed and drank the glass of water in one and sat the glass in the sink looking back at Natasha

"how about you?"

Y/n questioned as she prepared for Natasha to go in a story where she had to beat up someone or interrogate another.

"nothing crazy today. I was stuck working on mission reports actually."

Natasha chuckled slightly looking at y/n to see her slightly surprised. Not that she blamed her. Natasha always had something unusual happen.

Grabbing her hot coffee Natasha ventured into the living room again and y/n followed her to the couch. Both women sitting down and snuggling close together. It was probably one of the very few domestic moments the two got together as both had busy and unpredictable work schedules.

"how about a movie?"

Y/n brought up as she looked up at Natasha. The widow hummed softly and glanced down at her partners eyes only to see large puppy dog eyes.

"fine... But no romance movies."

The assassin caved immediately. Y/n grinned and nodded going over to the cabinet where the two kept their small stash of movies. Grabbing a comedy y/n slipped it into the DVD player and it begun. And the two women went back to their cuddles.

"hey Nat... Y'know how I like to say your hair looks like fire?"

Y/n said sitting up. Looking like she was about to burst out laughing or freak out.

"yeah... Why?"

Natasha asked now suddenly suspicious as she narrowed her eyes as the doctor.

"well uh... Your hair is umm.. literally.. like.. on fire?"

Y/n smiled as she pointed to the ends of Natasha's hair which was indeed on fire. Natasha screamed and dropped her coffee, immediately rushing into the bathroom to wet her hair and put out the fire.

Natasha came out confused as to how her hair was on fire when she saw y/n cleaning up the broken mug that had held Natasha's coffee and she let it go to go help her girlfriend.

Once the mess was gone Natasha turned to y/n with a slightly accusatory tone

"care to explain how my hair was on fire?"

The Avengers asked as she raised an eyebrow at her now very guilty looking girlfriend who was rubbing the back of her neck.

"well see.. remember that patient who was running around... And their lighter? Soo.. I may have been the one to confiscate it and may have been fiddling with it during the movie and it may have lit up and started to burn your hair but I swear I didn't realise at first and it wasn't my intention!"

Y/n spoke so quickly Natasha nearly missed the whole explanation. Sighing and pinching the bridge of her nose the red head sighed and shook her head.

"fine.. I forgive you... This once. And give me the lighter. Better hope I don't light you on fire for revenge."

Natasha smirked as she saw y/n visibly relax slightly and hand over the little red lighter she had. Natasha pocketed the lighter and hugged her girlfriend.

"let's get back to the movie"

Natasha said leading y/n back to the couch so they could both relax and enjoy the rest of the movie and go back to their small cuddling session. Only for once the movie to end y/n scream and run to the bathroom as Natasha laughed.

Natasha had lit y/n's hair on fire.

A/n: I have just realised that the summary probably gives a slight smut type outlook to this... But oh well not my problem :) oh and I wrote this in like half an hour sooo

[ourfag]

THEIR FAVOURITE ANIMALS! 💕

ed: what do you mean “which?”

stede: which favourite animal?

ed: uh, the one that’s your most favourite?

stede: i know! but what sort of criteria are we working under here, do you mean animals i’ve encountered, or animals i’ve heard of,

ed: i mean any. animal.

ed: that exists.

stede: ah well. there you go, you’ve just taken out half a dozen possible answers for me

ed: half a—

ed:

ed: actually let’s shelve that other thing. what’s your favourite animal that doesn’t exist

stede: uhhmm…can i give you a top five

ed: yeah, fuck it

stede, counting on his fingers and concentrating very hard: okay. HOOP SNAKE,

ed: alright off to a weird start, like it

stede: UNICORN,

ed: of course

stede: SEA SERPENT

ed: that’s two snakes

stede: HIPPOGRIFF

ed: and we’ve got a horse and a half, okay

stede: PLATYPUS

ed: excellent

ed: wait what

stede: i said HOOP SNAKE,

ed: no what was that last one

stede: UNIC—the platypus?

ed: yeah

stede: it’s a small mammal with the bill of a duck and the—

ed: those are real

stede: hah ha!

stede:

stede: what, really??

ed: sailed with a platypus once. squiggly little fuckers

stede: are they real???

ed: mmm—i guess it was more like i sailed with a guy with a platypus. me and the platypus, we weren’t, like, associates

stede: that’s a real creature???

ed: yeah, man, what did you think it was

stede: i don’t know! i saw it in a bestiary!

ed: well i saw it in real life

stede: how??? where???

ed: with my eyeballs, and, uh, i don’t know, round panama i think?

stede: panama. how long would that take, there and back?

ed: trip to panama? umm… hmm. depending on the wind we’d

ed, realizing:

ed: no.

stede: edward

ed: please don’t bring home a platypus

stede: i can be the one to take care of it! what do they eat?

ed: i don’t know, bugs and shit? stede, we don’t have the room for a platypus

stede: it could be an indoor outdoor platypus!

ed: oh, right, ok, and when it’s three in the morning and there’s a platypus yowling on the porch because it wants let in—

stede: we’ll install a platypus flap on the door—

[zigzthingz]

I uh… I uh hmm.. did the trend,,,, I erm…. Umm….

👉👈

[jackiepackiee]

“May I have this dance?”

Chuuya x reader

(ft. The Flags)

Warnings - none

Type - Fluff

Word Count - 798

A song for you by Donny Hathaway. The slow jazz filled every inch of the old world pool hall, seducing the ears of every resident that found themselves inside. There were only seven, but that's how it always was. Every other night, when no missions were to be had. Albatross, drinking some fruit-based cocktail while teasing Chuuya. The latter gritting his teeth at his friend, although any passersby would think he hates him. Iceman enjoyed the music, as well as Doc as he both sipped on some heavy whisky. Pianoman and Lippmann were in a very intense game of pool, tied the entire run. Then, you. Changing the record to some more up beat jazz.

“We should dance! Doesn’t that sound fun?” You had always been rather energetic with a bit of alcohol in your system. It’s not like this place had a limit or carded anyone.

Lippmann looked up at you, a bit surprised. “Dance? Since when did you dance?”

“Since forever! Come on~ I love dancing, it’s only natural.” She explained.

On the other end of the hall Albatross teased Chuuya’s hair, before whispering into his ear.

“Go dance with her, you know you wanna~”

You didn’t realize this teasing, thinking Chuuya’s red cheeks were only from some overly expensive wine. Little did you know he hadn’t had a sip all night.

“No way! Anyways she’s talking to Lippmann, I don’t wanna bother her.” Chuuya said, pushing away Albatross. Not enough to hurt him of course.

Lippmann was having the same idea, no way he’d pass the opportunity up to play matchmaker.

“Very well then. Hmm, I’m not sure… you shouldn’t dance with Doc, wouldn’t wanna knock over his IV.”

Pianoman joined in, putting his pool stick down.

“And not Iceman, he’s a whole lot bigger than you with all that muscle.”

Pianoman said, easily concealing his playfulness.

Doc leaned into the trio of you, Lippmann, and Pianoman.

“And not Albatross, I’d bet he has two left feet.”

You.. you were not understanding what this was leading to. But still giggled at Doc’s little joke. Luckily Albatross couldn’t hear.

“Well, then who? You, Lippmann?”

Did she have to be so dense?

“No! I mean uh- I’m not very good at dancing, and neither is Pianoman!” Lippmann tried to turn it on Chuuya.

“But Pianoman, I’ve seen you dance on a mission before?” She spoke, curious as to why it was said he couldn’t dance. He shook his head, lying for a good cause.

Albatross walked over before she could ask any more questions, Chuuya in tow.

“You know, Chuuya could dance with you! Isn’t that right?”

She perked up, happy someone would dance with her. She smiled, and he melted. How could he ever say no to her?

“Sure… will you dance with me?”

He asked, gentlemanly as he always was with her.

Iceman, quiet as he always was, was still listening. He picked a record, it was from New Orleans. Jazzy and fast pace, probably from the 1930’s. He knew she loved this style. Swing dancing… Chuuya was in for an absolute treat, as well as the rest of the flags. Since they knew damn well he’d be faking it till he made it.

“Of course I’ll dance with you! Let’s go!”

She took his gloved hand in hers. It was surprisingly soft leather, though the real hand would be much nicer to hold and feel. Even if neither would admit it.

“You ready, Chuu?” God, his heart would give out if she called him that nickname ever again. But, he wouldn’t complain. What a lovely way to die that would be. Damn it, he got distracted.

“Chuuya? Ready?”

She was so patient.

“Yeah, I’m ready. Umm.. what do I do?”

She laughed, not in a mean way. It was cute, that’s what he thought anyway.

“Sorry sorry.. we can start with the basics. Okay, hands in mine.”

He took her hands. Unbeknownst to her, the flags gave him grins and thumbs up. “Your nails… They are painted red. That’s my favorite color, they’re lovely.”

“It is? Well isn’t that perfect, and thank you.”

She started to sway to the music. He followed suit, thanking his past self for learning how to keep rhythm.

“Can I spin you?”

She agreed, spinning while holding his hand. She was smiling, eyes beaming while looking into his. Was she?… she had her doubts before, but she definitely loved him.

Iceman, with his knowledge of records, changed the music to play a slower song. Meaning Chuuya could hold her close. He did not need five wingmen.

He pulled her closer by the waist.

“The music slowed down, so we should too.”

“Since when did you know about dance?~”

He made a faux annoyed expression.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

Part two?