#wish i had a flatter tummy

[ashyatmosphere]

me making a new tumblr account and forgetting all the good blogs: fuck ummm #trans.. not there hmm, oh..

remembers #trans tummy tuesday at work on my break: ohhh there they all are... fucking my genius strike once again

[iambilliejeanok]

I feel like itachi feeds his s/o so good

And his cooking is like delicious

Okay I’m making this a request thanks🫶🏾

Warnings:18+, fluff, mentions of sex.

Coming home from work to indulge in your mans cooking.

He looks forward to it, smiling to himself in the comfort of the kitchen of your shared home after a short conversation over the phone with you.

You’re getting ready to knock off of work and he’s already rolling up his sleeves, opening the last drawer to pull out his favourite apron. It’s black with the words “butter my buns” written in bold red letters, small flames on each end of the phrase. You got it for him on his last birthday, and he thought it was funny and loved the denim material of it. It was perfect to his tastes and used it every opportunity he had. The two of you might of gotten down a few times with him still wearing it, with you butt naked of course, against the shelves in the pantry, the memories of your frequent mischievous adventures in the little room warming up his cheeks as he walks out of the pantry with a box of spaghetti, a can of peeled tomatoes, some seasonings and a few other things. He tries to move fast, carefully carrying all the ingredients in his arms, placing them down on the counter. Your commute back home would normally take you around 25 minutes if you didn’t stop to grab anything on the way way home and in those 25 minutes, he needed his meal to be hot and ready for you to eat.

He focused diligently on the task at hand, allowing his thoughts to drift to you every now and then. He looked forward to you coming home every evening, and for some reason, found himself feeling rather excited for you to fill yourself with whatever meal he prepared for you. He genuinely loves cooking. He always had, ever since he was just a child, still cooking the best meals for his younger brother, which you knew nothing of, nevertheless, you still felt somewhat lucky to have delicious meals prepared for you everyday by none other than Uchiha Itachi.

He loves that you have such an adventurous palette and that you scarf down everything he serves you, indulging in his cooking with moans and groans over every mouthful. You flatter him this way without fail, Itachi catching himself smiling again while he went to work on the sauce, adding every ingredient to thoughts of you, playing over and over again in his head, scenarios of how you’d walk into the house and he’d be ready to embrace you, and help you place whatever you walked in with away before the two of you attacked each other with hugs and kisses that he wished would last forever…but he was content with every moment anyhow, dumping the drained spaghetti into the sauce while eyeing the time. You’d be in here any minute now, Itachi growing warmer by the minute, feeling slightly anxious that you’d walk in before he could plate up the food, he takes this kind of stuff very seriously you know.

Wiping away the sweat that lightly drenched his forehead with the back of his hand, he heard the door open. He didn’t waste another second, speed walking to the foyer to welcome you. “Hey” His voice was so deep and smooth, the red words on his apron grabbing your attention, the memories making you blush for a second, which he noticed, standing there with his bare feet in some cozy, fluffy slippers, black jeans, a black shirt and his hair tied up into a bun at the top of his head, a few strands hanging down his face and a gentle smile plastered on his face as he neared you in a few slow steps. “Hey”, you squeaked. He looked incredibly sexy right now, something you found yourself battling to overlook since the first time you came home to him. And suddenly, you felt that familiar arousal slowly building up in your tummy and between your legs. You felt hungry too, your tummy grumbling as soon as you got a whiff of that wonderful aroma coming from the kitchen. “I hope you’re hungry, dinners already served” He spoke as he cupped both of your cheeks in the palms of his hands, tilting you face towards his as he leaned down to kiss you, the soft feel of your lips melting in between his somewhat sating the hunger he’d manage to keep well suppressed until this very moment, immediately breaking the kiss when he heard you moan ever so softly. He wanted to restrain himself for just a little longer. He still needed you to eat. “Come lets go”, he said, leaving you breathless as he dragged you by the hand into the kitchen, pulling out the chair underneath the counter, lifting you up to help you sit, making you giggle like a child.

You were so cute, he was happy he had something prepared to fill your grumbling tummy, placing a mat down in front of you before putting you plate on top of it. “Eat up babe, don’t wait for it to get cold” . He opened the fridge to retrieve a tall jug of lemon water, and you snuck a look at his ass, Itachi catching you as he turned around. You quickly looked down at your plate, feeling slightly embarrassed as you reached for your fork. “Come sit with me pleasssee”, you asked. “One second” Itachi said, finally sitting down on the chair beside you, placing two glasses down and planting a kiss on your head. “How did you know I wanted spaghetti tonight?”, you asked, twirling some on your spoon, ready for a mouthful of warmth and delight. He dug into his food next to you, the excitement for you to try his food never dying down, even in this moment. “Maybe I read your mind”, he teased, but you blushed, wondering if he read all the other stuff you hand in mind for the evening, his big dark eyes making you feel hot. You quickly stared down at your food, stuffing you face with the first bite, a soft moan slipping from your throat, the taste of the delicious ingredients gracing your mouth, unable to resist shoving more into your mouth. “And of course I’ll eat you out right here as soon as I clean up the table”, he casually mentioned and you nearly chocked on your food.

[bellysoupset]

Oooo I just read part 4 of the food poisoning and I just love Vince and Lucas's relationship😍the way Luke wishes Vince could be there and Vince texting Luke and being sooo dramatic😂I just loveeee the bromance going there and can't wait for a sick Vince/Luke and the not sick one being the caretaker🤭

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Hi 🌼!

Some Luke/Vin for you + Max!

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"You can't open it before paying!" Vince cried out, swaying slightly on the spot and Lucas opened a mischievous smile, before opening the bag of Doritos he was holding in an exaggerated manner.

"Oh no, you think they'll arrest me now?"

"They should," Vince pouted, bracing against the ice cream fridge of the grocery store when another wave of dizziness came over him. He had overdone on the beers and he knew it, too caught up on the euphoria of having a weekend with his best friend.

Luke had only started to drink later, complaining of still being stuffed after lunch at Ma's house, and so he wasn't knocked out in a coma as he would've been by trying to keep up with Vince's drinking.

"I want gum," Luke said loudly, fingers all orange from the doritos little triangles and walking around in search of gum, while Vince tried to get himself on check. He was so dizzy and sorely regretting his choice of drink.

Beer carbonation kept sending up these gurgly wet burps, that fizzled out in his throat and threatened to bring with them the contents of his stomach. Despite the fact he was wearing track pants, the elastic of them were squeezing his tummy.

And their team had lost.

This wasn't as fun anymore, Vince thought, deciding to go find Luke and drag him back home, before he caused a mess in the store at nearly 3 AM.

His stomach rolled as he found Luke near the beverages, grabbing a bottle of vodka with a sparkly smile and greasy fingers, "VIN! LOok what I found!!" he exclaimed loudly, as if he had found some rare thing and not just strawberry vodka.

Vince grimaced at the thought of putting anything in his stomach, much less vodka, but his thought process was slow and all he managed was a distasteful shake of head, that had Luke dismissing him with a orange-fingered handwave.

He walked to the cashier, dumping the empty bag of Doritos, the bottle of strawberry flavored vodka and more tablets of chewable gum than he could carry.

Vince braced against the cashier, squeezing his eyes and taking a deep breath, "I think we should go home, Luke..."

"Okay," Lucas' happiness was through the roof. He was nearly bouncing on his feet, "we should call Bella."

No, they shouldn't.

Vince shook his head and immediately regretted it when the grocery store spun around him. He gulped down, rubbing a hand over his clammy face, and then let out a squeal and jumped back with enough force that he hit the tic-tac mints display and caused several plastic packets to fall.

In front of him, Daniels was holding a six-pack of ginger ale cans, a loaf of bread and some milk. He had his eyebrows raised.

"What- What is it!?" Luke turned at Vince's shout, "what's wrong, are you hurt-"

Vince pushed his best friend's drunken hands away from his face, as if Luke was searching for an imaginary wound and pointed at Daniels, whose lips had pressed into a thin line to stop him from laughing.

"That's professor jackassss..." Vince slurred the end of his words and cleared his throat, "what are you doing here?"

"It's a free country, Vinny," Daniels said cheekily, holding his items, "I've seen you," he said to Luke, "the other month, outside our school."

Luke squinted at Max, all drunk and confused, "that's professor jackass?" he asked, ignoring the blonde and turning to Vince, "he's short."

Vince snorted at that, tugging on his t-shirt. He was feeling so warm.

"You've been telling your friends about me? I'm flattered," Daniels shrugged, unbothered by Luke's comment.

Lucas ducked his head and barely muffled a huge burp behind his hand. It caused him to giggle and shake his head, ""sooorry..." he fumbled with his wallet, when the cashier cleared his throat, clearly tired of the chatting at 3 AM and no one paying, "sorry, sorry-"

Vince thumped his chest, trying to work up a burp he could feel rolling inside his packed gut, politeness be damned. A huge bubble went up, only to get stuck, and he let out a whine.

"Here," Luke said, unscrewing the bottle of vodka and passing it to him, "drink it."

It was a testament of how drunk he was that it didn't occur to him that drinking more alcohol to get a burp up wasn't really a bright idea. They stumbled outside and Vince passed the bottle of pink venom back to Luke, bracing against his knees outside the store and groaning.

"Bad... Bad idea..." he groaned and Luke patted his back a little too strongly, taking a gulp of the vodka himself.

"Are you gonna hurl?"

"Yeah..." Vince gulped down, but it was to no avail. His saliva tasted sweet and he wasn't just drunk, but packed to the brim with liquid. He aimed a small, dainty burp towards the ground and groaned even louder when it made his throat burn, "hurtss..."

Behind them, the little bell signaling someone else had stepped out of the store.

"You're a mess," Max commented coldly, "pity I don't have my phone with me right now, I'm sure you'd like a picture in the morning."

"Don't you have anywhere to be?" Lucas said loudly, causing Vin to groan and clumsily reach for his best friend's arm. He tugged the other man back, but it was too late.

Drunk Luke was a reactive person and Max was an asshole even sober and sleepy at 3 AM.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Daniels asked, coldly, and Vince's jaw got heavy, spit falling on the ground. None of the other two paid him any mind.

"No one invited you," Luke's voice, coated in annoyance, "we don't need your help."

"You're both wasted in a public space, you're disturbing people and-"

Whatever annoying thing Max about to say, he never managed to finish it, because Vince let out a retch and then a puddle of pale yellow beer vomit formed on the ground, missing Daniel's sneakers by less than an inch.

The blonde jumped back, while Luke latched on Vince to keep him from swaying, a bad idea considering Lucas was just as dizzy.

"What the fuck, Monacelli?!" Daniels cried out and Vin groaned in shame, his stomach burning due to all the alcohol.

He tried to fight the next heave, but his belly had been packed full and needed more out before calming down. So with another tiny burp, he coughed up another large stream of foamy puke all over the sidewallk.

"Awwwn," Luke made a sound like a wounded puppy, rubbing his back clumsily, "you're okay, get it up..."

"How much did he drink?" Max asked and Vince groaned, panting for air.

"M'fine..."

"You're fine," Daniels repeated skeptically, "did you two idiots drive here?"

"We're not idiots," Luke argued, thumping on Vin's back a little too harshly and causing the other man to groan and spit another mouthful of sick.

Over his head, Luke and Daniels continued to exchange jabs and Vince wrapped an arm around his upset belly, squeezing it. He could feel how bloated his tummy was, sloshing as he gingerly hugged it. He wanted Wendy, not the two dweebs arguing over his head.

Vince straightened up, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve and cleared his throat, "I'm fine..."

"Get in the car," Max pointed his white pickup, "now, before I change my mind."

"We don't want your help-"

"Thanks," Vince interrupted Luke's bitter retort, slapping the back of his friend's head, "Luke, zitto."

Lucas scoffed, "he's a jerk."

"This jerk is driving you home," Daniels pointed out, "before a parent or a student sees you like this-"

"You're the one to talk," Vince groaned, sliding in the backseat of Max's pickup and pressing his forehead to the headrest of the seat in front of him, "Sophia tells me what bars she's seen you in, Daniels."

"Hypocrite," Luke mumbled, still sour that they were being rescued by the guy he had clearly already chosen to hate on Vin's behalf.

"Get your dog on a leash, Monacelli," Max scoffed, "where to?"

"Just up the hill and-" Vince blew out a burp under his breath, "then the second- second left..."

"Should've let you walk," Max whispered, while Luke let out a groan from his spot, still hugging the strawberry vodka bottle to his chest like a teddy bear.

It was less than a five minutes drive, and yet the minute Max parked in front of his house, Luke stumbled out and fell to his knees on the grass, coughing up a thick stream of white vomit all over Vin's tiny front yard.

Daniels threw his door open, but didn't get out of the driver's side, while Vince stumbled out and crouched next to Luke with a drunken chuckle, "you're such a messy drunk," he teased his best friend lightly, squeezing his nape, "get it up."

Luke whined, another loud burp rolling up and bringing with it a mouthful of puke, "my stomach hurts..."

"I know, it's all-" Vince turned his head to blow out a little nauseated burp of his own, "its the vodka, man..." with his head turned, he could see Max eyeing them with his eyebrows raised. The blonde blushed as he caught Vince staring and promptly tried to frown to cover up the look on his face, but it was too late. Vin had seen it, the yearning and confusion written all over his features, however gross the situation was.

"You two ladies gonna be okay? You need me to hold your hair back?" Max asked, prompting Luke to hold up a middle finger, while still tossing his cookies.

Vince rubbed his back, feeling the other man lie against his side, seeking some comfort, "thanks," Vin said to Max, causing the man to wrinkle his nose and make a disgusted face.

"Yeah yeah, count this as payback for the bus," then he pulled his door shut and drove off.

Vince frowned, but he was too drunk to think on it and his head was swimming. The brief peace he had acquired with his belly was starting to crumble.

"Luke, you're done?"

"Uhum," Lucas sniffled, collapsing against him, "he's an- HIC! - HICan asshole..." he hiccupped, wrapping an arm around his stomach and Vince snorted.

"An asshole who drove us home."

"Still an asshole," Luke glared at him, then grabbed Vince's arm, "c'mon, let's go inside."

[zabberzim]

Fic ideas for the LanDot nation

The many LanDot ideas I have but never got to write (it’s midterms now ;-;)

I’ll classify this into spoilers and non spoilers for the manga so anyone can read this :3

No Spoilers fanwork ideas

Dot gets told that his love life will flourish by a prophet and he is HYPED

Based off the official fan book info where he spends his pocket money on monthly prophet magazines.

Astrology guy x Astronomy guy

Shenanigans ensue

Dot has a nightmare where he is surrounded by Anna dolls

The dolls tell him to confess/make sense of his feelings like the Christmas ghost of the past, the future and the present

Could be a reoccurring nightmare or just a one time thing, both give Dot a sense of “???huh???” But being a little bit of a believer, he really thinks about it and what it could mean.

Feelings realisation with the help of a little girl he’s never personally met

Lance makes merch for Anna and made one of Dot to get back at him

It was funny until it wasn’t, Lance feels like he has to make it look perfect and struggles on how none of the pictures he had does Dot justice. Some of them are goofy in a dorky way, some others are just him being angry, and there are just some that he can’t bring himself to make merch of…

A little bit of feelings realisation, as a treat

And or he can try to get a good photo

Established relationship, Dot and Lance try to keep it low, but their matching earrings/accessories gave it away…

and it’s prequel

Established relationship, the origin of the matching accessories

I HC Lance to show affection through gifts or materialistic means more than Dot (see. His merch collection)

Early in the relationship, a pair of matching accessories catch Lance’s attention. He buys it for himself and Dot to wear together.

Dot was initially a bit bashful but gives in.

Their friends begin to notice this and starts to wonder what’s going on between the two.

There’s a little cut out of Dot in the lower right corner of Lance’s pendant now

RPG AU (based off of light novel/choose your own adventure books 2&3) Dot has his tummy exposed, Lance dotes him on it

On the cover of the 2nd LN/CYOA book, Dot, presumably with the class barbarian, doesn’t have his clothes cover him properly. Being the older brother that he is, Lance dotes on him.

An exposed tummy leaves one with a higher chance of being sick , Lance offers Dot his cape.

Dot is flattered by this but ends up getting sick anyway

Established/Developing relationship: meeting the family

Either Dot brings Lance to meet his family to get semi-interrogated by Malta (Dot’s grandma and mother watch from the sidelines, his grandma is also surprisingly capable of being intimidating)

Or Lance gets Dot to meet Anna, Dot gets seriously interrogated by a 12 year old over tea.

The gang gets an invite to Macaron’s Orchestra when Dot gets to perform as the violinist, Lance is surprised and slightly moved by the music

Dot is good at the violin, of course he should perform.

Lance wasn’t there at the scene where he was playing, so I want him to be the only one slightly surprised at this reveal and very surprised that Dot can actually play well.

Fantasy AU: knights and dragons( Dot is the knight and Lance is the Dragon)

In this fantasy AU, princesses being locked in towers is still something that happens, albeit somewhat rare.

Due to her age and politics of her kingdom, Princess Anna was sent to escape with her brother when their kingdom was under attack. Lance can transform into a dragon because of some potion he took in order to better protect Anna. He keeps her in the tower most of the time for safety, but Anna still gets lonely, so she makes paper airplanes and flies them out to try to find people occasionally (Despite her brother’s disapproval, she does it while he isn’t looking)

Aspiring young knight of a nearby kingdom, who wishes nothing more to find a princess of his own stumbles upon one of these planes (after many attempts to save tower princesses and proposing to girls, royalty or not)

When reaching the tower while Lance was away, it was clear Anna isn’t the princess he’s looking for, but he still plays with her before her brother comes back. (Big scare)

Semi-domestic fluff: Since Anna isn’t the right princess, maybe her brother is ?

Demon AU: Demon Dot and Human Lance

Dot, a demon, accidentally gets summoned when Lance, a human, wanted to summon a guardian Angel for his sister.

With no real return button, Dot’s just stuck there I guess. Lance makes Dot act as Anna’s guardian Angel despite knowing the fact that he’s a demon

(Angels, demons, similar spell; this Demon that he summoned is the best he can get atm, and he technically still has to fulfil his wish of keeping his sister safe. Plus, he’s got some little bits of feathers on his wings, it’s like a discounted Angel at worst)

Other people can see Dot, not his wings, tail or horns though

More details here hehe

(WINGS WINGS WINGS

Hi, I was a Destiel fan , can you tell?)

Excessive use of the Ira Kruez makes Dot ill, team mom Lance is here to help

Sick fic! Using Ira Kruez in the rain causes Dot to have a magical burnout. Lance takes care of him in a sick fic way

Alternatively:

Dot falls from the fucking sky because of a broom mishap, Lance takes care of him with bad pick up lines and more

Mash gets challenged by Lloyd Cavill’s goons and Dot takes up the challenge for his friend. The competition was rigged and a broom mishap happened half way through, leaving Dot badly injured.

Lance is the only one who can take care of him periodically because 1. He’s good with class so he can skip skip sometimes 2. He’s the most capable at take care of people amongst their group of friends.

The bad pick up line part came from “laughter is the best medicine”, it’s advice the others gave to Lance when Dot is still in a magic coma, amongst many other dumb suggestions.

“Did it hurt?”

“Huh??”

“When you fell out of the sky and got a concussion “

A little more display of affection, Dot eating it up.

They are both dumb

Modern AU: Doctor Lance and less successful/ failing musician Dot; And they were roommates

Years after graduation, the gang goes their separate ways. Mash becomes an unconventional cream puff baker, Finn becomes a public servant, Lemon works in her family’s bookshop suspiciously close to Mash’s bakery. Lance works at a high paying job as a successful doctor, and no one really knows what Dot is up to…

A chance meeting after work leads Lance to find out (fuck around, find out)

Lance bumps into Dot at a convenience store. It wasn’t a route he passed by much, so it was a surprise to see the spiky red haired boy there, handing in… something and looking dejected.

Upon meeting Lance’s eyes, Dot hopped over with faux-familiarity and an air of awkwardness when he offered to grab dinner, dragging him by the elbow to leave.

Over some fried rice with a few cups of beer, Dot vents his troubles in finding work after his ambitions to start a band failed; he got kicked out from his last apartment for late rent and his sister is starting to nag him to move out of hers. Lance just pats Dot’s back as he wails shitfaced. In the end, Lance brings Dot home so he can rest.

Naturally, Lance paid for that meal.

In this AU, the gang are all adults, so I HC Anna to be in junior/high school.

Anna obviously would live with Lance. Idk if i should make Anna’s illness a thing in this AU.

The Crown family is middle high class, fairly influential,

Despite Lance’s success, they cut ties with him (homophobia? )

Anyways that my idea

TBC

Spoilers to manga)

Lance has difficulty balancing work as a new DV, Dot offers to help out as his assistant DV

Between Anna, school work and DV work, life has been hard to handle as of late. Shortly after a chat with Orter Madl, unlikely help appears in the form of Dot Barrett!

Dot’s reason for volunteering as his assistant :

It’d look good on his CV

He can spend more time at the Bureau of Magic, maybe the three of them can get lunch tgt more often

It’s a good opportunity to poke fun at Lance

Established relationship: PTSD or nightmares of the final battle

The scene was so all too familiar to him: Lance rushing forward to block the projectiles before he could even react; his warm body slumping down on his as the smell of iron, the liquidy feeling of warm blood seeps through the cape into his palms, now stained red. What if Lance died that day? Why is he always putting himself in danger?

Memories of the final battle twist into nightmares in Dot’s mind

Dot finds a pin with his face on it among the many other Anna pins

Short and sweet, possible sequel to Lance making Dot merch fic idea.

Remember the sea of Anna pins that acted as chain mail for Lance? Imagine Lance changing it every once in a while.

As roommates, Dot might notice something special when Lance leaves his cloak on his bed one day

Lance and Dot buy back to school products for Anna

As a newly enrolled student of Easton Academy, it’s necessary to buy new things to get ready for this brand new school life.

After no one else being willing to go, Lance drags Dot along with him with the promise of treating him to something nice

It turns into a shopping date

Future AU :they get married

They get married and boom Ira kreuz

TBC

*funny thing is that I’ve written the start to some of these already, I’ve just never gotten around to finishing them…

[crimsonedquill]

Hey there! Just gonna pop in and tell you you're doing god's work! 💚💙 And I'm addicted to Tumblr again bc of your blog lmao

If you're still accepting requests, can we have some sweet, loving and deliciously smutty Imelda x f!mc, except MC is self-conscious about her battle scars and Imelda rushing to console her even if she isn't particularly good at it

A Little Love (Imelda Reyes x f!MC)

I keep insisting this totally isn’t an Imelda Reyes stan blog but then I see another Melly request and it’s like who am I kidding lol

I also say this far too often but I really had a ton of fun with this prompt, it might just be my favourite yet. Imelda x feelings is a combo I’ll never not enjoy writing!

(Also, to the lovely anon who requested a sequel to the smutty shower post, I know this doesn’t technically count but I definitely consider it a spiritual successor 😛)

Content warning: NSFW (18+). Foul language, heavy smut, discussion of feelings.

MC was lying on her back in the middle of the big four-poster bed when she heard wet footsteps approaching from the adjacent bathroom. She looked up from the book she’d been reading to see Imelda leaning against the doorpost, hair still damp from her shower, wearing nothing but a comfy shirt and a particularly shit-eating grin.

“See anything you like?” MC asked as she returned to her book, her lips forming a smile behind the pages.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” came the retort. “We both know I could get much better.”

“Right. Can’t help but notice you’re standing half-naked in my bedroom, though.”

Imelda left her spot at the door and strode toward the bed, swaying her hips in that especially alluring way she knew MC liked. Sure enough, the girl briefly stole a glance over the cover, though her eyes quickly darted back to the text when the Captain stopped in front of her, hands at her hips. “I do admit you may have certain… redeeming qualities.”

“Uh-huh,” MC said.

“All the studying definitely isn’t one of them, though.” Imelda let herself fall on the bed, plopping her head on MC’s belly. “Fuck’s sake,” she sighed, “You have no idea how horny I am right now.”

MC flipped a page, undisturbed. “So, play with yourself or something.”

“Oh, I just might. I bet you’d love to see me put up a show.” The Slytherin smirked at her, propping herself up on her elbows. “Hey, I have a better idea.”

“What’s that?”

“You dump that stupid book, and I’ll fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk upright for a week.”

“Merlin,” MC laughed, “never really been one for romance, have you?”

Imelda rolled her eyes. “Okay. How about, “I wish to consummate our love, you stuck-up precious bitch”?”

MC giggled again. As far as love confessions went, this was probably the best she could get from Slytherin’s finest.

“Whad’ya say, though?” Imelda asked, eagerly nuzzling her tummy. “Up for a little girl-on-girl time?”

“Oh, I don’t know. There’s just so much studying left to do –”

“Fuuuuuuuuck that,” Imelda whined. “Your books always get all of the attention. I think it’s time you gave me some.”

MC smirked. Annoying Imelda Reyes would never not be one of her favourite pastimes. “Someone’s sounding a little needy.”

“Damn right I do. I’m a needy little love sponge. And I need you to soak me.”

All right, that had no business sounding as hot as it did. It probably also didn’t help that she’d been feeling a twitching down in her core since the moment Imelda had appeared in the doorway, practically looking ready to jump her right then and there. Not that she’d ever admit the Slytherin had that effect on her. She wouldn’t hear the end of it.

Imelda lightly caressed her through her sweater, correctly having read her lack of response. MC murmured, adjusting her hips a little. She felt a couple of fingers trying to sneak under the garment and quickly moved her hand to intercept them. “The top stays on.”

Imelda huffed something, too impatient to put up much of a fight. MC knew she had every right to complain. They’d had sex before, but it had never gotten to the point where MC had felt comfortable enough to go completely bare. There had always been stupid reasons, silly excuses, even the occasional argument. But Imelda had never pressed her.

Sometime, they would figure it out together, she decided. For now, however, Imelda seemed content, quickly hooking her fingers into the waistband of her trousers before slipping them over her hips. Her eyes lit up at her find.

“Oh, you lying –” she cursed triumphantly, “you are dripping like a good little bitch.”

Indeed she was. In fact, now that her cunt was exposed to her partner’s gaze, MC felt just how much she was throbbing, folds thick and swollen with desire. Imelda placed her hands in her thighs, slowly forcing them apart, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin. MC was glad the book was hiding most of the dark flush that was suddenly creeping up her cheeks. Not that she doubted for a second that Imelda knew exactly what she was doing; the mischievous smirk as she was drawing small circles around the rim of her achingly hot cunny said as much.

“You want this, don’t you?” the Slytherin teased, bringing up a finger, tip coated in slick. The other brushed ever so closely past her damp folds, causing a shiver to course through MC’s body. She simply nodded, lest her shaky breath would betray just how much she was dying for Imelda’s touch –

Another menacing chuckle, another brush against her tender lips. Fucking hell, there were days when she really wanted to curse Imelda’s proficiency in girl pussy – she knew she could keep this up all day if she wanted to, just edging her until she was a hot mess, begging for release.

“I guess I could give you what you need, but, oh, I don’t know,” Imelda mused. “What’s in it for little old me?”

Of course. Everybody knew Imelda Reyes didn’t do favours. Normally MC wouldn’t be so quick to indulge her, but she was bloody aching and she wanted to get off –

“Please…” she murmured from behind the book.

Imelda traced another circle, chuckling to herself. “I’m sorry, what’s that?”

MC dropped the book to shoot her a glare. “Would you please fuck my pussy alr –”

But the rest of her plea was lost in a powerful moan as her mouth fell open, eyes widening.

Ooooooooooh fuuuuuuuuuuuu –

It was good. So good. Imelda had plunged two of her fingers inside of her, cutting off her breath and sending her into a delightful fit. She shuddered as the digits dipped past her folds, sliding inside, sliding home.

“Bloody hell, I can tell how much you’ve missed me,” Imelda said, almost in wonder. Merlin, yes, she didn’t even realise how much she had been yearning for the feeling, but all of that didn’t matter now; Imelda had her, she had her now and she wouldn’t stop until MC was screaming her name –

MC whined softly, chest rising, book slipping out of her fingers and landing on the ground with a thud. Imelda smiled up at her, beginning to pump at a slow pace to let her acclimatise to the rhythm. Hell, if only MC realised how much this was turning her on, having her completely at her mercy, dictating every pulse, every twitch, every component of her pleasure. She felt heat beginning to build up between her own legs as she watched the girl writhe and twist on her fingers.

“Such a good, tight pussy,” Imelda cooed. “So fucking wet for me.”

She twisted her fingers, curling them inside of MC so she could reach that special little spot that always made her squirm. As she had predicted, it didn’t take long for her effort to be rewarded with a whimper and a gush of sweet juice spilling from MC’s fleshy curtains.

“That’s it,” she hissed contently. Fuck almighty, she had to get in on this somehow. Without losing pace for even a second, she wrestled her undies down past her knees and climbed on top of MC’s thigh, letting out a groan of relief as her heat was met with some much-needed friction. She began rocking back and forth, wetness spilling out of her, eyes burning lustfully as she fingerbanged MC nice and hard.

MC was beyond words. Her head had fallen to the side, eyes closed, lips mouthing silent curses as she fought back against the rising tide of her orgasm. She didn’t want this to end, fuck, she wanted to feel like this forever, she wanted to be fucked right out her senses, and then she wanted Imelda’s mouth on her until the sun came up and then she wanted oh fuck fuck fuck –

“Come on then, bitch,” Imelda growled between her own gasps, “you know I won’t stop until I’ve got you spitting over my fingers like a sweet little –”

That did it. MC came, clamping down on Imelda’s fingers, a strained cry slipping through her lips as electric waves rippled up from her core. The Slytherin looked on in awe her back arched up from the bed, the sweater slipping back to reveal just a tiny inch of marked flesh – wait, was that…

But then MC collapsed back again. Imelda waited a moment before she withdrew her fingers, the digits making a lewd sloshing sound as a blob of MC’s girly juices trickled from her well-fucked hole. Neither of them spoke as they sat there, air thick with the musky scent of sex and the sound of their breathing. Imelda noticed she she was more preoccupied with her new discovery than the fact that that she hadn’t even achieved her own climax yet. She had never told her about the scars. Why had she never told her about the scars?

As she managed to recover her breath, MC lifted her head to flash her a weak smile. Imelda didn’t return it. Without warning, she suddenly reached for MC’s sweater and gave it a yank, causing the girl to back away from her with a gasp. She drew her knees up to her chest and looked at her, breathing heavily, eyes wide.

“When were you planning on telling me?” Imelda asked, sounding betrayed.

MC seemed at a loss of words. She was clearly panicking, stuttering as she frantically searched for an excuse. “Mel, I –”

“‘Cause these aren’t new,” Imelda interrupted, pointing to her stomach. “Is that why you always weasel out when I want to see you? Are you saying you don’t trust me?”

“No, Mel, t-that’s not it at all –” MC sighed, casting her eyes down. “Look, I was going to tell you, but I didn’t want to do it now –”

Imelda shrugged, crossing her arms. Maybe she should have felt bad for more or less ambushing MC during what was clearly a vulnerable moment, but either way, she wasn’t feeling any hint of shame. “Might as well. Who knows, I could reward you with another fuck when you’re done confessing, since you seem to think that’s all I’m good for.”

MC’s eyes suddenly shot up again, her tone shifting. “Really? You’re not sure you’ve got that backwards?”

Imelda frowned. “Huh?”

“Because that’s exactly the reason I was afraid to tell you,” MC continued. “Look, Mel, I – I think you’re great. I think the sex is great. But I keep wondering if that’s literally all there is to… us. Our relationship. To be honest, most of the time I can’t even tell if you’re in love with me or with my body.”

The words lingered, prickling, stinging. Imelda felt something unpleasant crawling up inside her chest. She wanted to say something, but her mind had trouble stringing together her thoughts. That wasn’t true – she didn’t think of MC that way, did she?

“I didn’t want you to know because –” MC hesitated, but then said firmly, “Because I thought you’d lose interest if you knew.”

Oh, shite. This couldn’t be happening. Imelda squeezed her eyes shut, sighed, pinched the bridge of her nose, tried to gather her thoughts. “Fucking hell, MC.”

“You wanted to know. Now you do.” MC sat silently, still holding her knees as she waited for the Slytherin’s response. There was nothing more left to say, no more secrets. Whatever was coming, she would face it.

“I – I don’t –”

Imelda growled, frustrated with herself. She never got tongue-tied, so why was she doing it now? Pull yourself together, Reyes.

“I don’t love your body,” she muttered, before correcting herself. “No, I mean, I do love your body, but I also love you and… fuck, you know what I mean.”

MC was still looking at her, her expression unchanging. She took a deep breath and tried again.

“What I mean to say is – yes, okay, I like sex. Sex is nice, it’s simple. I’ve never cared much for sappiness, the pet names and flowers and holding hands, because you know, there’s always… more. I suppose I just… I’m afraid to get bogged down in stupid shite and commitments I don’t want.”

Hell, that couldn’t have come out crappier even if she had wanted to. She quickly tried to think of something else to say, but then MC suddenly took her hand. “I understand.”

Imelda looked at her, confused. “You do?”

“Of course. Merlin, I was surprised when you took an interest in me in the first place. The great Imelda Reyes, stooping to the level of such a measly peasant –”

“Oh, fuck you.”

MC chuckled. “But, you know, it’s all right. I never expected you to ask for my hand in marriage. You have your life, and I have mine. Though, that doesn’t mean we couldn’t get a little… intimate when we have each other to ourselves.”

Her thumb lightly stroked Imelda’s hand, the simple gesture doing more to excite her than she’d ever expected. She suddenly realised they were both still bare past their navels, her pussy immediately throbbing at the thought.

The expression on MC’s face bore something soft, something tender. It was as if Imelda only now realised how utterly beautiful she was. She swiftly moved in at her own volition, and just like that their lips were moving together, tongues meeting in a delicious kiss. Imelda slipped a hand underneath MC’s sweater, lips curling at her being rewarded with a soft moan. She spent a few moments palming the naked flesh before moving in with her other hand. MC shivered as she was relieved of the garment, though she wasn’t afraid – not anymore.

Imelda cooed with delight as she drank in MC’s naked torso; the embroidery of scars etched into her abdomen and arms, and then her breasts, beautiful curves ending into pink nipples. She didn’t know what all the fuss had been about, MC looked fucking hot. She was barely able to contain herself as she bent over and pressed her face between MC’s tits, devouring them with a ravenous hunger. The girl threw her head back, whimpering as Imelda kissed and suckled on the tender flesh, taking one of her nipples between her teeth to tug at it.

The sounds MC was making shattered the last of her resolve. That was it, she had to feel her. Quickly pulling back to throw off her own shirt, Imelda rushed to return to MC’s warmth, letting out a relieved groan as their tits started rubbing together, bodies slick with sweat.

“So pretty,” she gasped, “so fucking pretty,”

MC smiled at her, bringing a hand around to pull her down into another feverish kiss. She brought up her hips, essentially locking Imelda in place as they continued rutting in their sweet embrace. It was pretty damn perfect. As she moved, Imelda imagined she could even slide into her own release if they kept going like this, though then her lust-fuelled mind conceived of a better idea.

Wrestling herself free, she sat upright as MC looked at her with questioning eyes. “Patience,” she smirked as she seized MC’s legs and started repositioning herself. It took her a while to find a satisfying configuration, but eventually she managed to bring herself into a good position, her aching cunt just inches away from MC’s.

A sigh of relief fell from her lips as their slick cores finally came together. She quickly started scissoring, their folds producing a series of increasingly wet sounds as they rubbed against each other. They quickly mixed with the moans and whines from the two girls, joining as one in their experience of nothing but pure bodily ecstasy.

Imelda was seeing stars. She’d always loved physicality, whether it was punishing her body during a Quidditch match or rubbing one out when she was feeling needy. This, however, this felt… amazing. It was as if she was experiencing MC in a whole new realm of pleasure, feeling everything from her frantic breath to the muscles moving underneath her damp skin to her clit brushing against her own –

As much as she had resisted the idea, she had to admit that making love did seem to have some benefits.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a particularly loud cry from MC. “M-Melly,” she whimpered, “c-close…”

Imelda, too, sensed her own climax approaching, waves of heat welling up from the place where they connected through their slick.

“Good girl,” she purred. “Come for me…”

It took just a few more ruts for MC to crash over the edge; her own release followed suit, arriving in a paralysing surge of pure pleasure that had her choke back a loud roar. She collapsed on top of MC, letting her head fall in the crook of her neck. MC held her close, whispering soothing words to her as she trembled with aftershocks.

After they had recovered from their respective mind-shattering orgasms, they settled into a spooning position, MC wrapping herself in Imelda’s embrace. They lay silently for a while, until MC spoke up: “So… how was that for you?”

“Still weird as hell, I’ll admit,” Imelda replied. “But I think I’m coming around.”

MC chuckled. “As long as we aren’t discussing feelings, clearly.”

“Hey, I was making an honest effort there, bitch.”

“I know.” MC turned to kiss her on the lips. “I love you, okay?”

“Uh-huh.” Imelda wrapped an arm around her, pulling her bare frame closer against her own. “Let’s go to sleep, I’m tired.”

Closing her eyes, MC prepared herself for her venture into nightly depths, enjoying the feeling of Imelda’s warm body. She’d surely have thought the Slytherin was fast asleep the moment she had gone silent, but then came Imelda’s voice: “MC?”

“Hm?”

“I love you too.”

[askgs]

Mildly long lore dump ahead?!

My tenth birthday was only made good, because of my father. He made sure I felt loved that day.

I woke up late that morning groggy, having nearly forgot I was turning ten. Walking downstairs, not expecting anything really. I was pleasantly surprised when I walked into the kitchen/dining room. My dad was humming while cooking waffles. He swayed side to side to music only he heard. When he finally noticed me watching. He spun around with a smile, and a plate balanced on one wing.

"Oh Good morning Bud! Happy birthday!" He greeted enthusiastically. Holding out the waffles on his wing. I grinned back.

"Good morning Dad!" I chirped, sitting excitedly on the table. Using my magic to take the plate and put it in front of me. There was homemade whipped cream in a bowl next to a plate of assorted fruit, in the center of the table. Mom was noticeably nowhere to be seen. I shrugged it off. She was likely sleeping in too. I dolloped cream onto the waffles, before delicately placing apple slices on top.

Dad hummed a tune, serving himself before sitting across from me. "It's a big day! You're two digits now. Did you have anything you wanted to do today Ground Stone?" He asked, sipping his coffee.

I blinked halfway through taking my first bite. I shrugged "Get gifts?"

He laughed "Of course, You know the fairs in town? We could go there." I nodded, looking passed dad at the archway that went to the rest of the house. "Do you think mom would come? We could go as a family!"

Dad was good at saving face, but it slipped slightly. His smile flattering for only a moment. "We'll see bud. You can ask when she gets up if you want." Replying while taking another sip from his cup.

I nodded again, going back to eagerly eating. We ate quietly for a while. I was nearly halfway done, dad having finished, when there was a slam upstairs. We looked at each other silently. Dad knew something. I didn't know what, but his face twisted in a quick grimace.

Neither of us could say anything, as the sound of a door slamming open and closed came from upstairs. Dad smiled reassuringly at me. Just as Mom appeared in the archway. Her orange magic threw a crumpled paper at Dad's head. He barely reacted. Just turning to watch it land on the floor. "What the fuck is this Melon!" Mom snapped, glaring at the back of Dad's head. The stallion sighed, turning around to face the angry mare. "Can't this wait? It's someones special day." His voice was even as he spoke. She wasn't having any of it.

Hissing she retorted, "No! You started this Melon! You could've said nothing, and avoided all this drama. We can do this here, or in the other room. If your so worried about our son's feelings."

Dad picked up the paper ball with a sigh "Fine," He looked back to me, "Try to finish your breakfast alright?"

Than he stood, keeping the paper under his wing. Using the other to guide mom around the corner into the hallway.

I looked down at my waffles. The cream had melted into the little squares. They were cold, and my stomach did somersaults. There was noway I could eat. I pushed the plate away. Looking at it made the tricks my tummy did worse. Instead I listened to them argue from the hall. I couldn't make out the words. I wish he hadn't took the paper. I wanted to know what it said. Kicking my legs, i frowned. I wanted to see what was happening. So i hopped up and crept over to the entryway. Leaning out until I could just barely see them.

Dad was standing calmly. Mom was pissed. Leaning forward to press into dads space. A hoof tapping his chest. I could tell I was missing a lot, but I caught the end. Mom hissed "You don't know shit Melon." her nostrils flared.

"I know enough." Dad said simply.

She shoved him with her hoof, "I'll bleed you dry! You count your days Melon."

"If that's all, Ground Stone and I are leaving." Dad turned to leave, just catching sight of me as I fled. I could just catch Mom scoffing, as she stormed upstairs. The bedroom door slamming behind her.

Sighing, Dad came in and crouched down to my height with a small smile. "I'm sorry about that Bud. You ready to get going?"

I nodded quietly. He smiled again, guiding me up with a soft feathered wing. He didn't mention the abandoned breakfast.

The fair was funner than I could've imagined. There were dozens of games and rides. The games and snacks first. I played every game that caught my eye, toss the ring on the bottle, a shooting game with a fake gun, apple bobbing, and so many more. We only won one prize, a small pose-able action figure from a ball tossing game. The action figure was based on Daybreaker, with fiery mane and tail. Her wings even opened!

We rode as many rides as I could get on. Saving the Ferris wheel for last. I was most excited for it. I'd never seen Equestria from so high up! We were there so long, by the time we got to the Ferris wheel the sun had started setting. I smiled as the little cabin swung its way to the top. Stopping to give us a view of the fair grounds. Using telekinesis I held Daybreaker on the edge, so she could see the sun too. Dad was quiet, just enjoying the sunset.

I watched to, before my attention was grabbed by something colorful. A large balloon? it floated lazily over a distant treeline. Round and bright it bounced the sunlight back at me. I gasped kicking dad to get his attention. "What bud?" He asked. I pointed aggressively at what had become at least four balloons on the horizon.

"They know its my birthday!" I said with an excited grin.

He laughed, "Not exactly Bud. They are balloons, but they are special kind. Their hot air balloons."

I blinked turning to him curiously. "What are they doing than? They'll float away if they aren't tied down."

"There's ponies in them. Well being carried by them at least." Dad explained motioning with a hoof, "If you look below the balloon you'll see the basket the ponies are in. From their they can control the balloon. They were used a lot in prewar Equestria, as an easy form of air transport, for non pegasi."

I saw what he meant. Below the large patterned balloons were little squares. The baskets Dad had referred to.

"Could we ride one?" I asked, glancing at him. He smiled, as the basket we sat in swung into motion again. Beginning our descent back to the ground.

"We'll see." Is all he said. We left as soon as we were on solid ground again. I was practically bouncing in the passenger seat, as Dad drove to were he had been directed. He had asked someone working at the fair what they knew about the hot air balloons. They gave him directions, and we were on our way.

It was dark by the time we got there. Dad parked in a dirt clearing. A sign beside the gate the only thing to tell us we were in the spot. There were only two other cars in the clear, as we got out. I followed closely behind dad. We walked to the gate as a group came out. They talked happily to each other. One mare followed them out. Dad waved, but couldn't get a word out before the mare spoke.

"I'm sorry boys. We just finished for the day." She said with a frown, using her magic to lock the gate behind her. Not giving us another glance before walking to her vehicle.

I looked to Dad. My heart felt heavy in my chest.

Apologetically he said "Guess we'll have to go next time bud."

"You promise?" I asked.

"Pinky promise, cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye." He did the actions as he promised.

We ride home was quiet. The exhaustion from a busy day finally catching up to us. As we pulled in I noticed Mom's car was gone. Dad didn't mention it. Just helped me out and followed me inside. The only light on inside was the dining room one. It highlighted the table, and a stack of paper that sat in the middle. I went to see what it was, but Dad beat me to it.

He read the papers holding them in his hoof. His face got a little weird. I yawned "What is it Dad?"

He shook his head, tucking the stack beneath a wing. "Nothing you need to worry about Bud. Lets get you to bed. You've got school in the morning."

The next week every time I tried to sleep I couldn't. I would be kept up all night over hearing my parents bickering through the walls. Sometimes when I got home from school Dad would be home early, and they'd be arguing in the living room. If Mom wasn't there but Dad was. He would be sitting on the couch in front of papers with his head in his hoofs. He never explained why he was upset. They both just acted like life hadn't changed, but I knew it had. Something was happening that'd I hadn't been made privy to. After a month of listening to them argue. I came home from school and they were both on opposite sides of the couch. Mom was reading a book, and Dad had his head resting in his hooves. He perked up as I walked in. "Hey! How was school bud?" He asked motioning to the armchair across from them. I looked at it than back at Dad.

"It was fine." I lied; taking a seat in the chair. Not bothering to take my saddle bags off. Mom shut her book roughly. Glaring at Dad from her side of the couch.

"You're beating around the bush Melon. Remember like a band aid just rip it off, or I'll say it." She stated; crossing her forelegs over each other. Dad wrung his hooves together.

"Right, Bud we need to tell you something." he began "You're Mother and I-"

"Are-" Mom started, but Dad covered her face with a wing. Finishing his sentence before she could, "We're getting a divorce."

I was silent. Kind of just sitting frozen in my spot. I knew what that meant, at least in theory. The lunch lady at school told me she divorced her wife recently. (Something about gambling debts.) Dad closed his wings. Mom nodded along without a word. "I know you've got questions Ground Stone. Go ahead, ask away." Dad urged.

"Is it my fault?" it was the first question that came to mind. My recent birthday replaying in my head. Mom went to answer and Dad beat her to it. "No! Of course not Bud, it's more complicated than that. Just know it's not your fault at all." Dad reassured quickly.

I frowned, “Dose this mean you don’t love each other anymore?” The second most pressing questions to me.

Just barely I caught Mom say yes. Barely drowned out by Dad’s reply “No, it’s not that simple. We just don’t want to be married anymore.”

Frowning I looked at my hooves.

“Was that all you needed of me?” An irritated sigh from Mom.

Dad waved a hoof at her and she got up and left. I watched her go, before looking back to Dad. He looked tired.

After that life got worse. Dad was home less. Apparently when they had told me the divorce had gone into the grace period. Shortly after they went to the court house. I wasn’t inside for the proceedings. I only know the aftermath. Mom got the house and alimony. It took him two weeks to pack and leave. I insisted on living with him, but he explained that isn’t how it works. That'd they would have to go to court again for custody to be assigned. I cried hard when he left.

Tears streamed down my face as he let me go and went out the front door. As soon as it shut Mom knocked me upside the head. Telling me to quit belly aching. I hid in my room for the rest of the night.

The custody court I was to attend. Mom said I’d be testifying against dad. I didn’t totally understand. She made sure I said what she told me to. Smacking me anytime I refused. Until I stopped talking back. It didn’t matter how I argued. She knew what she wanted. She would be getting it.

I was sweating bullets on the stand. My eyes glued to Dad who sat beside his lawyer. Tears blurred my vision as I repeated what Mom had told me to say. I cried as I knew I was damming myself with each word. Dooming myself to live with my Mother.

The judgement in favor of Mother. Dad kept an even face. Mom put me in the backseat of her car. I kept my burning eyes on my hooves. Only glancing up as Dad walked up. He talked to Mom for a moment. She huffed, opening the door again.

Dad thanked her before turning to me. “Hey bud.”

I tackled him in a hug. He held me close. Sighing as he squeezed me. Whispering an apology in my ear before pulling back.

“You be good alright? Remember I love you.” He said with a smile. Kissing me on the forehead below my horn.

He no longer lived with us. I only saw him on weekends. Mom got worse.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Just Hair

Note: Quick little one shot inspired by the preview pages (more specifically that Chiyou has a name now so I can properly ship it).

Summary: Azula lets her friends give her a haircut. She isn't sure of the results.

“I don’t know about this.” Azula mutters, folding her arms over her chest. 

“Come on, it’ll be cute.” Zirin insists. 

“Cute?” Azula frowns. “I’m not aiming for cute.”

“Neither are we.” Ningka quirks a brow. “Trust me, neither are well.”

She does trust Ningka on that one and that is precisely what scares her. That and the scissors in Chiyou’s hand. The scissors that are snipping away. Locks of hair fall to the grass below and with each strand, Azula’s heart leaps. 

What if this ends up looking stupid. The shaved hair works for Ningka. And the dye works well for Chiyou. But for her? She has always been so…

So traditional. 

Every little bit of her itches to tell Chiyou to stop. That she isn’t like them, that she is regal and extravagant. That she is the beauty standard that they juxtaposed themselves against. Her hair has been so long for as long as she can remember. It has always been elegantly combed and extravagantly styled, adorned with elaborate headpieces and hair ornaments. 

Her face is soft and delicate, with just enough edge to make her look fierce. 

She is so unlike her new friends. 

Her new friends who are so bold and unapologetic. 

She can wear her hair like theirs but she has a feeling that she will definitely be issuing some apologies not just to herself but to everyone who has to look at her and her perverse haircut. A style that is surely going to deviate very far from what the Fire Nation is used to seeing. Let alone seeing on her. 

Somehow there is intrigue in that. 

Somewhere deep down she craves it. 

Someplace within there is a need to cut and prune away parts of herself. 

But she is afraid. Afraid that it will look ugly if she does. That this new look won’t suit her. It is silly, it is just hair. It will grow back, just as it had the last time. And then she will be the same person that she had been before. And nothing will change.

“That’s enough, Chiyou.” Zirin closes her hand around the girl’s wrist. “She’s clearly uncomfortable.”

“I’m fine.” Azula insists. “Keep going, please.” She straightens her back. She needs this. She needs to be someone new. Even if it looks ugly and ridiculous. Even if it doesn’t flatter her at all. She needs to cut these parts of her away. Maybe she will like the result. Maybe she will just have to wait until her hair grows out again so that she can fashion it in a new way. 

“Azula…” Zirin frowns.

It isn’t just hair. 

It is never just hair. 

“Continue.” She prompts and so Chiyou does. She snips and snips until Azula is someone new. Her head feels lighter and her stomach sinks. She can feel the morning breeze on her scalp. Her tummy flops twice over. Just how much had Chiyou cut? She stares at the ground, at the total carnage. That has to be all of her hair! There is so much!

Chiyou reaches out and fluffs her hair so she certainly has some left on her head. 

One of the other girls whistles her approval; she wishes that those three would just take those masks off already; it isn’t as though they are on a mission at the moment and those are not toys. She had very painstakingly crafted all of them. 

“She does look kind of cute.” Says the tallest of the three.

“But you can tell that Chiyou styled her hair.” Adds the smallest. 

Azula isn’t certain if this is a good or a bad thing.

“Do you want to see?” Ningka asks. 

“I don’t think that she does.” Zirin laughs. 

“I–I do want to see!” Azula flushes. She gets to her feet and makes her way over to the pond and it’s undisturbed surfaces. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before letting her gaze settle on her reflection. 

She swallows, for a second she isn’t staring at herself, but someone entirely different. She has to touch her cheek just to be sure that the girl with the jagged, slightly asymmetrical bangs is her. It…it’s so short. Perhaps not shaved but a bit too close for comfort. She swallows again, her lips part slightly. 

“It’s not quite done yet.” Chiyou startles her. 

“N-not done!?”

“It still needs some floof!” Chiyou declares, giving her a peck on the cheek. 

“Volume.” Ningka adds. 

Before she can protest, Chiyou is massaging some sort of gel into her hair. By the time she is done, Azula’s hair is delicately spiked and her stomach is fluttering wildly. Chiyou’s face falls, “you hate it, don’t you?”

Azula shakes her head. “I–it’s different.” She replies quietly. “I didn’t realize that it would be so…” sharp, bold, dramatic. “Different.” 

Zirin chuckles. “I warned you.”

And she hadn’t listened. The haircut makes her chin look so pointy. She hadn’t realize just how starkly a simple haircut would alter her appearance. But she certainly seems to fit in much better with the group that she had created. 

“Is different good?” Chiyou takes her hand.

Azula squeezes it back. “I think so?”

Chiyou stoops slightly and kisses the tip of her nose. “Well let me know when you decide. One day I’m going to open up a haircutting place and I think that ‘princess approved’ is a good advertisement.” 

Azula sniffs. “We’ll see about that.” She runs her fingers through her hair. She supposes that she will see about many things. She takes Chiyou’s hand again, eyeing those black nails. Not for the first time she wonders what she has gotten herself into. Not for the first time, she considers that this thing, whatever it is, might be a good thing.

[celticcrossanon]

The bump is not falling out

Dear Celta thank you for your wonderful insights we appreciate them! I was looking again at the so called belly flopping out in Liverpool. I have to disagree with observers, you can still clearly see where her bump is. Just look at the bottom of her breasts there is a lump there. There is no real way to tell this is a falling bump unless there is footage.

I am NO MM fan but I have also worn dresses and experienced that very same illusion at the bottom of the hem, Billowing and strange shapes. Plus I have lived in Liverpool for ten years once! I say this because Liverpool being a dock city and on the Irish sea gets some FIERCE wind and is cold in the winter. It is generally a bit of a wind tunnel.

Additionally she is far too blase about her falling bump, her face is tranquil and that would not happen if she was about to be exposed on a global scale. I call it wind billow and nothing else. I was not there so I cannot trust a static image as much as I WISH this was true I am looking at it as I would if I were in a court of law.

Have a good day/ evening dear! Stay safe from this nasty energy.

***

Hi Nonny,

I agree that the wind can cause your dress to billow in very strange ways. I just find the difference between the bump she had inside during the event and the much flatter tummy she left with too much to ignore, as per the picture below (so people know what I am talking about). I'm not trying to change your mind as everybody has their own view on this, as they should, and I am happy to agree to differ with those who have a different opinion to me. I just want the truth of the pregnancy to come out, whatever it is, and I think we can all agree on that.

Picture so you can see what I am talking about, not trying to change anyone's mind:

[ghcstcd]

respectfully i think you should make aether chubbier he is a BIG BOY he should have some tummy ((:

I did try to paint a chubbier belly, but I'm admittedly not very practiced in that! I think it would have come across better if I had his torso positioned to the side rather than facing forward. (I'm a drawer, not a painter. But I'm learning!) There's a reason “flattering lighting” is a thing in photography. The light and body position hides those qualities.

But I agree, and was trying to give his stomach more shape and fat. He's a strong man, his body shape and strength isn't for show, which is also why I didn't give him visible abs (again, trying to give him a chubbier stomach).

Edit: I'm not promising I'm going to change how I draw him in the future. This is my art after all, and if you wish for something specific then I encourage you to make it yourself. As that is what art and fan content is all about!

I admittedly cropped out part of his lower stomach in the post.

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Snow Angel Prompt List

Prompts for Snow Angel by Renee Rapp, practice good reblog karma and sent a prompt or two to the person you reblog this from

Don't think I could love you more

I'm takin' everything I see as a sign

I know it's crazy but what if it's right

I'm here again, talking myself out of my own happiness

I think I talk too much

And if it rains, then it rains and we'll be over by May

Do you still wanna be with me?

I was just a tourist, you got to be a big hometown hero

As far as I'm concerned, they should just burn the whole city down

How'd you make me hate Boston?  It's not its fault that you don't love me

Had its charm but it lost it, it’s not its fault just a casualty

Family confrontation, probably started 'cause my name was mentioned

How'd you make me hate Boston? The whole thing is haunted

And you're all over every single street

You get on my nerves, you're so fucking annoying, you could poison poison

I didn't wanna have to use the knife behind your back to go and flip the script

But unlucky for you, I am that bitch

And yes, I am a feminist but bitch, you're making it so hard for me to always be supporting all women

You're the worst bitch on the Earth, I hate you and your guts

I think you should shut the fuck up and die

Never know who you're gonna get, we’re in love, or we never met

I exist on a pendulum, swingin' high or swingin' low

You're so fucking perfect, how come I'm not feeling more?

Hope this doesn't make you insecure but yesterday was heaven, now I'm bored

I bet you're sick of it, believe me, so am I

But really, I should just be better to you

First to arrive last to leave, what's misery without company

I'll make it through the winter if it kills me

I can make it faster if I hurry

But if it kills me I tried

Smiles hide what secrets keep, can't tell a lie if you never speak

Look in the mirror she looks like me, but half alive and twice as weak

I tried so hard, I came so far, I met a boy, he broke my heart

I blame him cuz it's easier

I still look for him in her

The seasons change, addiction’s strange

I loved back then what I hate today

I wish I went a different way, but if I went back I would do the same

I found out from a friend of a friend that you're here again

What gives you the right to come back to the city that I live in?

So what now?  Should we talk?

If we run into each other on the street should I keep walking?

Do you lie and say you don't wanna see me again?

Both of us like to pretend so we feel like we're cool

Yes, I said I hated you and those little dimples, too

Still I'm like what the hell, why the hell didn't you call me yet?

If I miss your call, I'm gonna cry

There's an old song I wrote for you, it was everything you'd want it to be

You are my one, you set my world on fire

I know there's heaven, but we must be higher

I would have have sang it to you soft and sweet, you'd want it every anniversary

Why'd you have to mess it all up?  Why'd you have to burn it all down?

You say that I'm your favourite, with your hand between my thighs

Tell me if you were gonna, that I would be the one you tried

So you inch a little closer, say your boyfriend, he wouldn't mind

You think that I'd be flattered, it’s pathetic, 'cause you're right

In the PM, all the pretty girls, they have a couple drinks all the pretty girls, so now they wanna kiss all the pretty girls, they got to have a taste of a pretty girl

In the AM all the pretty girls act like it never happened in another world, yeah, it's a blessing and it's a curse so keep on pretending, pretty girl

Yeah, your boyfriend's cute, oh shit, yeah, he can come too, you'll be his in the morning anyway

Maybe I should try religion, cause Jesus, you're hard to rely on

Now my tummy hurts, he’s in love with her

For what it's worth, they'd make beautiful babies and raise them up to be a couple of fucking monsters like their mother and their father

I just want some recognition for having good tits and a big heart

I can't believe I let you hit it, in hindsight, that might be the worst part

But for what it's worth, he's her problem now, baby

Someone's gonna hurt your little girl like you hurt me

I was ten years old when I realized some goodbyes are forever

How can the person who taught me to breathe take their last breath right in front of me?

Oh, the older we get, the colours they change, yeah, hair turns to gray, but the blues here to stay

I wish I could still see the world through those eyes

Stay a little longer, I’m not ready for you to go

I have been mourning since ten years old

I know it's hard to slow down when there's still more to go

Wanna ask how you're doing and mean it, I mean it

Willow, I'll cry for you

And nobody thinks they should save her cause she's doing well

365 days later, I still haven't learned to calm down

But tomorrow I turn twenty-three and it feels like everyone hates me

So how old do you have to be to live so young and careless

My wish is that I cared less at twenty-three

Like happy birthday, are you alone?

I hope that I'll see twenty-four

I hope I'll understand me more

I hope that I can care less, but I'm afraid to care less

[iambilliejeanok]

Hate sex with Madara. That's it. That's the ask

I didn’t mean to make this long asf man😔

Warnings: 18+, vulgar speech, slight gender war😭, nsfw, smut, angst in the end, mentions of death, and blood.

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This was no longer anger, just pure and unfiltered hatred, your body temperature so high from the blood boiling anger bubbling inside of you, slightly blurring your vision as you stared him down. Your hand could probably burn right through anything you’d touch at the moment, glowing a soft blue colour as you centered some chakra into your hand. Just the mere thought of smacking that smug look right off his face and watching him eat a mouthful of dirt your only drive, fueling as much chakra as you can, your eyes carefully observing his every step as he neared you, appearing taller and taller with every step he took.

Soon enough he was standing right in front of you. He’s much taller than you’d always known him to be. A giant compared to what you’d familiarized yourself with. The sinister smile he wore now growing even more uncomfortable. Vigilant eyes following his hand passing by your head, he rested it onto the thick tree trunk right behind you, his body pushing against yours, pressing you against the tree. Watching him fearlessly invade your personal space like this made you impossibly angrier. He hurt your pride, his casual actions despite the malice so strongly emitting from you being obviously challenged. “Don’t you fucking insult me!”, you spat out, too furious to communicate anything else. “I’ll fucking kill you”. “If you could you would’ve”, Madara replied, so close you could smell his iron breath from the large amounts of blood he spat out. “Get back!” , you warned through gritted teeth, but his response was one you would not have expected, “Make me”, he said in a lower, more seductive voice. Attempting to push him away from you, you stepped forward, directing chakra through your entire body in hopes of sending him flying, but a stronger flow overpowered yours, pushing you back against the tree with much force. Did he just repel my chakra? Shit, he’s strong.

“I hate to admit it, but why can’t one simply indulge in the truth? I’ll kill you anyway. I can’t help but find you much too cute when you’re upset”, he spoke in that same seductive voice, a small tap of his finger on your nose to add to the mockery. This surely wasn’t your first fight with the legendary shinobi, but you hoped it would be your last, his body now pressed against yours , the proximity minimizing any chance of you landing a decent hit on him. He was too good at this. He had you cornered. What would you do?

“That kind of talk is much too big for you. As strong as you are, we both know who’s closer to death here, so why there hell would I be flattered by someone I can beat?”. Your response made him chuckle. “Well, then if that’s the case, you’re a woman? I’m sure you can find a little warmth in that stone cold heart of yours to fulfill a dying man’s wish huh?”, he said while holding eye contact, his body heat radiating all over you while you began to feel something poking your lower tummy. “You fucking sicko, this turns you on?”, you mocked, “You like the idea of a woman overpowering you?”. Madara rolled his eyes.

“Kami, when will you just shut up and kiss me?”he complained . “Are you really a man giving me all that sass?”, you laughed right in his face, making him grit his his teeth and slightly growl. “Find out”, he said, his face merely an inch away from yours, impatiently waiting for you to close the gap. For you to make the decision. Maybe being being threatened with death made you delusional , maybe curiosity caught the cat, but you softly pressed your lips against his, and did you ever even noticed he had lips? You really always viewed him as a big annoying brick you wanted to karate chop into tiny pieces. To your surprise however, the kiss was warm and gentle, nothing like you ever thought it would be

—not that you ever thought of anything like that ew—

but nevertheless, you melted right into it, despite the disgusting take of blood in both your mouths mixing as your tongue penetrated his mouth, forcefully taking control, but of course a zealous man like himself would fight about it, his large hand coming around the back of your neck, , his fingers lightly digging into the soft parts of the front of your neck, right under you jaw. Such a big hand. Madara’s back starting to get a little stiff from lowering himself so you could reach him. He truly was a little bigger than you. And knowing you would be the reason behind the God of shinobis ‘death kind of made you ache down there.

At that exact moment his thigh slipped between your legs, and he wrapped an arm around your waste to push you impossibly closer, his hands grabbing a handful of your ass to grind you against his thigh, now so lost in the kiss you couldn’t suppress the involuntary moans. “Mmm!”, you moan, pushing him away and breaking the kiss. Madara looked at you in confusion, trying to catch his breath. “Damn, can you take off your armor?”, you said panting and without wasting another second he was was on it, stripping faster than you knew to be normal. “What the fuck!!!”, you blurted out loud, Madara lifting his head up from what he was doing, lifting an eyebrow in confusion at your current state of shock, your fists up against your chest as you scurried back against the big tree.

“What?”, Madara asked, casually unbuttoning his pants. “What do you mean what! Who the fuck is that!?”, you screamed, and the longer you looked at the thing on his chest the better you began to recognize it. “Oh this?”, Madara said, realizing you saw the face on his left breast. “Oh god, no,no Madara don’t fucking tell me!”, you spoke in complete shock and disgust. “Is that fucking Hashirama? Huh Madara!?”. “Yes, that is him. Can you relax?”, he spoke as though it was totally fine and normal. He still approached you, but could you admire him when he had Hashirama’s face on his chest. Literally your close cousin. “That’s why I’m gonna fucking kill you”, you said. “I’d love to see you try”, he mocked again, pulling you close again, and before you could say anything else, he kissed you, but this time it was more feverish and rushed, this was the Madara you expected, his tongue quickly entering your mouth, wrestling yours as his hands began wondering around the hem of your mesh undershirt. “No thanks”, you panted, breaking the kiss and smacking his hand away.

“But I took off mine?”, he nearly pouted, the major loss of blood probably interfering with his ability to keep character, giving into this vulnerable moment. “If you wanna cum for the first time in your life before you die you will comply”, you panted, gathering some strength to push him down to the ground, but you were not stronger than him. Maybe in skill and power you could compete, but not raw strength. “Oi, little girl”, he said, walking into you until your back hit the tree again,his hands finding your mesh undershirt once again, aggressively ripping the material apart. “You and I both know you won’t ever get another opportunity like this”, he mocked, and this one actually hurt your feelings because he was kind of right, you were too masculine in the eyes of the men in your society to be seen in that light. Just too strong and scary. The curse that came with being one of the Konohakagure’s most prized and ultimate weapons.

“Tch”, you mumbled, avoiding eye contact as he hastily stripped you, ripping your clothes apart to leave you stark naked. “Hey!”. Quickly covering as much as you could with your arms, he looked at you again with that demeaning look, like you were stupid. “You still have your pants on!”, you complained. “Well if we could perhaps get things moving without you ruining it every three seconds they’d come off quicker”, he said, and you hated him even more, a surge of heat burning through your body so hot you didn’t care about being naked anymore, standing tall and proud with your hand on your hip. Madara smiled, biting his as he neared you once again, pushing you against the tree. “Hey, get on your knees”, you commanded, Madara ignoring you like the psycho you are, thinking he’s gonna submit to you. He wasted no time, latching on your perky brown nipple, the bud slightly cold from the outdoor temperature as he began sucking, his tongue swirling all over it as he hungrily sucked. It all happened so fast you were already chocked up with involuntary moans. He was aggressive sucking and biting down on both your breasts like one of those hyperactive dogs that eat all their food in one bite. It hurt, his teeth constantly nipping your already sore nipples, but damn did the contradicting warmth of his whole mouth latching on it, sucking and licking, feel too good. Your arousal already sticking to the inside of your thighs, the scent almost alarming to the Uchiha clan leader. He immediately pulled back, and your coochie almost dried up at the look of that smugness on his face again. He was making you feel good and you hated it. You were now truly curious to see what more he had to offer and you hated it. You were willing to submit to him just to experience this, this one time. You fucking hated yourself. You were going to kill him slowly and painfully for humiliating you like this.

“Thankfully no one can hear you, haven’t even started and you’re already loud”, he teased, leaning in to take you in a more slower and passionate kiss, a kiss that almost cried out to you. Strangely causing a bit of confusion for someone as headstrong as you. You almost felt badly for him. It felt like he needed this. They way he held you so tight against him, like you were about to disappear into dust. For a moment it kind of felt comforting, but it needed all too soon as he broke the kiss and separated himself from you to drop to his knees. You were now even more confused. Was he submitting? But to your surprise, he grabbed the back of your knee, lifting it to rest on his shoulder. You were bewildered, this would be your first time getting ate. “Mada—“, you tried to slow things down but he was already sucking on your swollen, juicy clit, sharply gasping as his tongue penetrated you, repeatedly, before switching it up again to suck on your clit. Maybe God is real. You wondered, moaning your heart out in the middle of the destroyed forest as the God of Shinobi devoured you. Now you know what the hype is all about. The orgasm rippling through you so intense that you buried both your hands in his wild and thick, black mane of hair, pulling him away from you as best you could while he continued the heavenly torture. Maybe Madara is some kind of god? Feeling so euphoric will make you think all kinds of things. How can you kill him after this?

You found yourself screaming, accidentally releasing while he was still at it, feeling so embarrassed, trying to communicate with him to stop as best as you could, yanking on his hair hard, how was he not in pain, then again, after such a battle, was pulling on his hair really going to do anything? You began seeing stars, stumbling forward as the constant slow pleasure became too much to bare. He swiftly caught you, almost tenderly laying you down on the moist dirt. He smiled, but this time it seemed a little bit genuine. He looked weird when he smiled. “You’re so easy to please and you taste so good, I’m a little lucky”, he said, breaking character once again. Curiously looking at him, you could now see an actual human and not a big ugly unbreakable brick in your path. His hair actually felt very soft in your hands, despite the wildness of it. And he looked quite handsome as it framed his naked torso , pitch black tresses falling along his bare skin. Lifting a hand, you placed it on his bicep. He’s so strong. Yet his muscles felt soft under your touch. Of course he’s human what did you think? It’s just that the nature of your relationship with him made it seem like he wasn’t. You forgot that he was like you, a real human with immense power.

Sitting up right, your hand travelled to his chest, feeling on his abs as you gently pushed him down, careful not to touch his wounds. “May I be on top please?”, you asked, both you and Madara caught up by your sudden politeness, but to your surprise, he lay on the dirt without arguing, the dirt clinging to your back now crumbling off as you startled him, Madara helping dust you off. Grabbing his dick in your hand you gulped. No ways you were supposed to put this inside of you. No ways. “Uhm…”, you gulped again, biting your finger, “Maybe you should be on top hehehehe…”. “Tch, wasting my fucking time”, Madara grumbled, swiftly flipping the two of you over, dirt now crumbling off his back, some of it falling onto your boobs, your neck, your tummy as he aligned himself with your entrance. He was not in fact sure if you had done this or not, but fingering wasn’t an option, not will all the dirt, grime and blood covering his hands.

The position was rather intimate, your cheeks warming up as he made eye contact with you, lost in two pools of warm, dark chocolate and his thoughts. The contradiction of him being considerate and gentle with you despite the fact that you’d proven you could kill him, had him doing a little reflecting, wondering if destroying the world was really worth it. No Madara, he thought to himself, Don’t let this pussy distract you from the main goal. You’re stronger than this. Focus. World peace over pussy, world peace over pussy…

You too were lost in the depths of his dark eyes, —not just because you were avoiding looking at your cousin on his chest— but also appreciating this moment, until he suddenly penetrated you, going in as deep as your vagina allowed him to in one swift movement, making you scream out louder than you ever had in a long time. “Madara it hurts!”, you cried, your eyes watering from the intensity of the burn. “You’re strong, strong enough to kill me right?”, he asked, but his question was more reassuring, his tone soft and kind. “Right?”. “Right..”, you sniffed. “A few more strokes, and you might start enjoying it? More than you think…should we give it a try?”, he asked again, his sudden change in demeanor unusual, but extremely helpful in this moment. “O-okay…” you whimpered, Madara wiping the tear falling down the side of you face away , planting a kiss on your cheek, the other, and then your lips, pulling out and and thrusting into you again, over and and over, your nails digging so hard into his upper back he was sure you were ripping him apart, but it was a fair trade of pain, he didn’t mind.

And just like Madara said, it sure did begin to feel better, much MUCH better, your mouth forming an o shape as he went deeper, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He knew you were now ready, angling his hips better to thrust into you with more force and speed. It felt so good. Nothing you could think of could compare. And he hit this spot inside of you that made you wanna cry. He hit it hard, repeatedly, and it felt like your blood was buzzing from your head to your toes, your thighs now shaking on either side of him, the intensity only increasing, and now you were screaming for a different reason. Tears falling down your cheeks, he had to pull out, admiring you squirting all over him. “You’re gorgeous when you’re being pleased I see”, he said right in your ear as he lay on you again, putting himself right back in with one stroke, going deep and and hard again. You really wondered if this was some special way to take people out that you never knew about because you’d never done this. The level of pleasure you felt right now topped the pleasure you derived from defeating armies on your s rank missions. Maybe you could negotiate something after this. No, no silly! My village before dick. Village before dick. YOU CANT CHOOSE DICK OVER THE CHILDREN ON KONOHA BAKA

Yours and Madara’s thoughts spiraled after you both came, resting in each others arms, Madara using his wood release—or rather your cousins stolen wood release— to create a more comfortable little nook to recover in. Damn he fucked you like the god he is. But Hashirama was probably turning in his grave right now, the thought of disgracing the man you desperately wanted to avenge immediately draining all your feelings. While Madara dozed off in your soft, pillowy bosom, you finished him off, slicing clean through his neck with some honed chakra, his read rolling off to the side of you, blood from his body pooling all over your naked body. The wood release began to disintegrate, and you completed your mission. You killed Madara Uchiha. You protected your village.

Did your resolve prove to be better than his? Or was he truly tired of being a lonely monster. You bawled. Crying freely in the middle of the destroyed landscape.

He thought you were feeling him…but he was only a munch😔

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Stay safe out there y’all 🫶🏾

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whining about clothes under the cut

i did a whirlwind tour of five thrift and consignment shops today bc i need a Corporate corporate dress for a work event this summer. i looked at well over a thousand dresses. despite making a halfhearted attempt to stay hydrated and keep my blood sugar up i am in a Mood and feel bad about my body. so it goes.

the one candidate that came home with me is a perfectly fine sheath dress (will look better with a bra made in the last five years/actual shapewear/heels) in a. challenging shade of tennis ball green for an anemic white woman. however, it is fairly close to one of the company colors and i hope with like. a little blue jacket/shrug situation it will tone it down.

it was eight dollars and is a silk/linen blend from i think anne kline, so hopefully i won’t sweat to death in nyc in the middle of the summer. it fits fine and hits my knees where i want it.

the good thing about being twenty eight is at this point i know what i feel comfy and look good in. i was really looking for a fuller skirt so i could set some pockets and hide my phone, and a fuller skirt tends to be a little more flattering for people who aren’t a straight size (or non plus size, referring to the limited range of typical off the rack dress sizing). i loooove a princess seamed a-line with a big full skirt. makes me feel safe. tummy invisible. also wish this dress had perhaps some cap sleeves or some sort of sleeve situation (or a thinner shoulder strap) to flatter my Wide fucking shoulders and so i don’t have to fuck with an additional jacket/shrug/cardigan situation. again! so it fucking goes! it’s a fairly cheap option and will get me points for being close to one of the company colors! so i should really chill the fuck out bc we have so much time until mid-June! bc it is currently early March!!!

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hi, i hope you doing good. Can i have a personality match up for LOTR/The Hobbits please 💐 I'm genderfluid, bisexual with male preference.I have long black wavy hair. I have thick black eyebrows, brown eyes. I always have rosy cheeks. My body is curvy with very big chest and little tummy. Also I'm 172 cm. I'm Libra also a Slytherin. My mbti Infp and my enneagram 5w4. I always have poker face. I find it difficult to express my feelings and prefer to isolate myself. My best feature is that I know a little about everything, I always surprise people. Those who know me for the first time describe me as cold, quiet, and distant. And they often think I can't speak and I'm deaf but I'm not. When I enter an environment, I listen to what people say and get to know them well, I decide if there is anyone worth talking to. I'm only close to two or three people. They describe me as cold, soft inside, calm, sarcastic, resourceful and knowledgeable. They say I make clever jokes and I'm the mom-friend. And i hate phsyical touch. My love language is words of affirmation. If I talk about myself, I've always been on my own. I have family problems, I was never close with my father. Even though we are side by side with my mother, we are distant. I'm just my own mom and dad. That's why I've always focused on academic achievement for salvation. And I think I'm very good at it. My hobbies are drawing, sewing, writing and researching, especially about mythology, cultures, history, fashion. I always wear my headphones and listen to music, i listen every genre. I like silence, soft colors, being alone, flowers (especially honeysuckle), spring and breeze. I don't like crowds, noise, children, loud talkers and shiny things. I always wear colorful clothes with floral prints. I also wear interesting earrings and different printed socks. And finally, I don't really have an ideal type. I love every person. I like the fact that there are different people.

Thank you for requesting a matchup! I hope you enjoy!! <3

The Hobbit;

Fili Durin:

🦁 You lived in a little cottage in the forest when there was a knock at your door, you were confused because hardly no one came to see you except Radagast; you liked to live alone, isolated from everyone, so you weren't as pleased to know someone was at your door

🦁 You put aside your book, and went to the door, brushing out your floral dress before opening the door; which revealed fifteen people, thirteen dwarves, Gandalf, and even a Hobbit

🦁 You narrowed your eyes, a tall dwarf in front introducing himself as Thorin, asking for shelter for the night, you were a bit apprehensive at first, glancing out at the warm night behind them and back; you told them you wouldn't have much room, but another dwarf insisted that they would fit, they'd huddle together

🦁 You let them in after a long time thinking, becoming rather upset inside when they burst into your home and some of them even raided your pantry, you didn't truly mind since you could just magic some more later

🦁 You were then introduced to the rest of the Company, and though you were cold and distant, that didn't really stop most of them from talking to you; you sort of wished the night would pass quickly so you could go back to your book and quiet life

🦁 During the night, one of the dwarves, Fili, had sat beside you, asking you why you lived by yourself, it being so dangerous in the woods along, but you were quick to tell him that you could defend yourself, gesturing to the large sword hung on the wall

🦁 Fili found you fascinating, no, more than fascinating, spectacularly curious; from the interesting earrings to your large collection of mythological and cultural books, he thought of you as an enigma, a puzzle, and he wanted to solve you

🦁 You didn't take too kindly to his interest at first, seeing that he was very obvious with his affection, complimenting your sparkling brown eyes and the way your long black hair fell; yes, you were flattered, but very unsure of the dwarf

🦁 You never thought you'd find yourself talking to him in hushed whispers about myths and history, from the flowers you liked to the daggers he liked to use; you were very good at expressing your emotions but you had a feeling Fili could see through that

🦁 In the morning, the dwarves were gone, leaving your home almost spotless and quiet once more, you were a bit, a smidge disappointed, but it was nice to have the home silent once more; what you did find though, sitting in a vase of yours, was a bouquet of Honeysuckle, bright and beautiful in their little bunches, and you smiled knowing a certain blonde prince got them for you

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Lord Of The Rings;

Faramir:

⚔ You were part of the Fellowship when you went to Gondor, riding on the back of the white horse with Pippin and Gandalf; when you entered the kingdom, you instantly disliked Denethor, finding him repulsive, but your stayed quiet, listening to the conversation between him, Gandalf, and Pippin

⚔ Having been friends with Pippin, you tried to stay with him, but most of the time you traveled around the gardens of Gondor, subsequently meeting Faramir, though you were a bit cold and quite, you gave him your condolences towards his brother and he thanked you; the two of then stood at the edge of the garden, quietly taking in the vast land and sky in silence, it was nice

⚔ Though you were a bit hesitant about the man called Faramir, you found him similar to you in the way of how quiet he was, how intelligent and wise he was; you liked during the times you did spend time together that he didn't feel as if he had to speak, and neither did you, each other's presence was enough

⚔ Faramir found you brilliant, how strong and clever you were, from your love for reading, writing, researching, and drawing; you always surprised him with your desired clothing, and he always loved to guess what type of earring you were going to wear next

⚔ You truly appreciated Faramir, especially when he noticed how uncomfortable you got around crowds or near people who spoke too loudly, he always found a way to get you far from them, he was such a calming and gentle soul

⚔ On evening, Faramir asked if you'd like to join him for a walk through the Gondor gardens, there he gave you a bouquet of Honeysuckle, their little flowers blooming on their stems, you loved them; that was the night he asked if he could court you

⚔ You spent your time there with Faramir, sometimes talking but mostly sitting together in silence, when you two did talk, Faramir would tell you how amazing, intelligent, and beautiful you were; how he found you irresistible and charming, that always made your rosy cheeks flush

⚔ You also fought beside him when the war began, helping him and others as much as you possibly could, protecting him from orcs and their arrows, you succeeded but Faramir was hit in the end

⚔ You did your best to try and bring him back, and in the end he did wake up, which you were so thankful for, and you were glad that he was alright

⚔ After a few months of healing, Faramir was back to his old self and the two of you later ended up getting married; you two were definitely a match made by the stars

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Unlikely Places - Chapter 24 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter: 24 - First Date

I checked my watch for the umpteenth time.

It read only a few minutes later than my last check.

I glanced again in the small mirror in my living room.

I didn't know why, though.

I continued to get the same image as every other time I had checked.

I tried to look at myself objectively.

I still hadn't gotten my haircut so it had that wavy couldn't care less look going on that some people took hours trying to project but that I got naturally.

It was thick and there was a healthy shine to the very average brown color.

My eyes looked over bright tonight.

It lightened the flat brown of my irises, giving them a honey warmth, I had never noticed before.

The almond shape added to the unique color, making them pop.

For the first time they didn't seem quite so average.

My skin was clear, my nose still straight, my lips a darker shade of rose than usual as I had spent the past hour chewing at them in my nervousness.

The darkened color flattered them in a way that made them look fuller.

A little sensual.

The overall image I saw reflected back at me was different than the one I usually saw.

It was still me but it wasn't.

I looked excited.

I looked more alive.

I felt it, too.

Inside my chest, my heart felt strong, its beat invigorated with an anticipation I had never allowed it.

My mind felt open to possibilities it usually shied away from.

I couldn't deny I was somewhat anxious, too.

My palms were a bit sweaty.

My stomach felt funny.

Not like I was sick but like someone was flipping pancakes repeatedly inside my tummy.

It was an odd sensation.

It made me antsy and I fidgeted again with the top button on my red polo.

I swiped my palms down the sides of my khakis and pat Cicero's head as he paced beside me.

He was picking up on my nervous agitation and kept shooting me looks of concern from his liquid brown eyes.

The sound of a text received dinged from my back pocket.

I pulled it out to see it was from Pierce.

We had agreed on Tuesday, Pierce was to text me he had arrived and I would go out and meet him to avoid my dog's favorite game of doorbell.

[I'm here.]

I felt an extra-large flip in the region of my belly as I read his message.

A small thrill zinged along my spine.

Anticipation warred with nervousness.

I knew which one I favored to win.

With determination to fix the fight that waged within, I leaned down and placed my forehead against Cicero's, lying it there for a calming second before standing back up straight.

One step at a time, breathing in and out, I calmly made my way to the man waiting on the other side of the door.

For our first date.

I wish I could say the first thing I saw was Pierce but I couldn't.

It wasn't very romantic of me but I first zeroed in on the very large man flanking his right before they shifted a degree to land on the even larger man flanking his left.

It was the same two bodyguards from the first night I had met Pierce.

My steps faltered as I walked towards Pierce.

He seemed to flinch before he smoothed his expression out and stepped forward to greet me.

"You look different," he commented his eyes sweeping over my face and swiftly down my body before coming back up to meet my eyes again.

"Good," he laughed seeming to realize his first comment could be interpreted either way.

"You always look good," he added in a mumbling growl and I blushed.

"You look nice, too," I answered and of course I meant it.

I didn't think Pierce could look bad if he tried.

He was dressed as casually as I was and looked relaxed.

If it weren't for the two men standing a few feet away from us I would have felt very excited to start the night.

Only they were there and they literally screamed at me the differences that were between Pierce and myself.

The things that had worried me before returned with a suddenness that chiseled at my new found confidence.

Despite my trying to fix the battle within, nervousness pulled ahead in the fight with a solid punch to my solar plexus.

Though I still look forward to tonight, the eagerness had somewhat dimmed by the anxiety trying to slowly creep in.

"Are you okay?" Pierce murmured and I glanced up at him in surprise. I had been concentrating so deeply on the unexpected dip in my anticipation that I had blanked everything else out.

"Um... yes," I said, glancing nervously between the two waiting men.

Pierce watched me closely.

I watched his eyes flicker to his men and then back to me a few times and his lips compress as he realized my reservations at their attendance.

He looked angry again, like he used to when he looked at me. I hated the thought that my nervousness had ruined everything.

"Do they make you uncomfortable?"

I shook my head 'no'.

I was determined to get over it and not ruin the night.

I owed it to myself to see this through.

I thought of how excited I had been this week.

I couldn't let my worries interfere.

Only time would tell our compatibility after all.

Giving in without at least trying seemed wrong, even though the old Jackson would probably have done without hesitation but I was no longer the old Jackson.

My eyes had been opened to things now, so much so, I didn't even know if I could go back.

"No, I'm f-fine," I said, wincing at the stammer.

"Let's go."

Pierce watched my face but I met his eyes and maintained the contact until it seemed he was okay with what he saw.

"Then shall we?" he asked, indicating I should walk toward the car.

As I did so, the beefier of the two men with Pierce, held the door open for me as Pierce circled around to the other side of the car with the other man, who assisted Pierce into his seat.

A few seconds later the engine purred to life and the car move forward.

Pierce looked over at me with a small smile.

"I picked a casual restaurant close to the art gallery you said you liked. I figured we could take our time over a meal then walk around the different exhibits."

I nodded and offered a small smile.

Food and art.

I liked them both.

This could work out after all.

I knew if I could control my annoying self-doubts and itchy anxiety, it just might.

It unfortunately wasn't easy to do.

In the car, with just the two of us, things were fine.

Pierce asked me about my week and what had I done.

Since he knew exactly what I did, it made the conversation interesting.

He asked great questions and it was exciting to share such a special part of my life with someone else.

He also asked about Cicero and I loved that.

Like me, like my dog was my motto and Pierce genuinely seemed to.

He shared a few stories of that Saturday when he had unexpectedly been his sole care taker.

I wasn't surprised by anything he said.

I knew what a goofball my dog was and loved him all the more for it.

It was nice that Pierce seemed to appreciate the ridiculousness that Cicero had to offer.

Feeling more relaxed as we spoke, I was completely caught off guard by the tension I felt return when Mr. Beefy opened my door.

I didn't know why they made me feel this way.

I couldn't explain why their presence was distressing to me but it was and I kept glancing at them nervously as they escorted us up to the entryway.

Their presence seemed overkill to me.

I wondered briefly if Pierce was trying to impress me but my mind quickly shied away from the thought.

I couldn't see Pierce trying to impress anyone.

Still, the uncomfortable sensation they generated in me lingered even throughout the meal.

Though I relaxed enough after we sat down to enjoy the food and the company, I couldn't quite reach the level of comfortable we had acquired in the ride over.

I could tell that Pierce knew as well.

He kept shooting me small looks of concern.

I faked it with all my might.

I really did.

I participated in the conversation.

I asked Pierce questions about his likes and dislikes.

I asked a lot of questions about food which made him laugh and that led to a long back and forth exchange about our favorite dishes.

Behind it all, I was frustrated with myself.

I had so looked forward to tonight and yet I felt like I was failing it.

[ladytheoris]

Heyyyy how r ya....soo umm can you do a kyojiro with fem reader abou their daily day and possibilities of having kid cuz I think it will soo sweet with the kid having his personality 😀 😊

I am doing really great!! So I hope this is what you wished for. Rengoku is a ball of sunshine I wish I had in my life...

Warnings: slight spoiler about him (it is in the anime), fluff ig

Rengoku x Fem reader

Word count: 800+

A typical day as Kyojiro Rengoku's wife is filled with random bursts of energy and lots of sunshine and smiles. He would be the one to wake up first, then taking his sweet time to fill his mind the serene image of you sleeping beside him peacefully. Your hair is a big mess, and your mouth is slightly open, he just loved how calm you look beside him.

He would tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear as he place a quick kiss on your cheeks, and begins his day. This is his everyday routine. After he finishes his daily workout and training, which should be about two hours long, by this time the sun might be peeping through your window. You would be still sleeping this time, pressing your face on his pillow which is now tucked in between your arms, close to your chest. It has his soothing scent, which is why he knows you are so peaceful. Therefore that is the first thing that he takes away from you.

It would stir your sleep a bit, but then when he takes his blanket that now buries you deep in the sheet, you are awake. But the denial of not wanting to start the next day this time -which is way too early for your liking- you still have your eyes closed, hoping for that tiny bit of sleep to wrap around you. Instead what actually wraps around you is the warm sunlight that now shines in your room from the curtain that your beloved husband parted. There would be a lot of incorrigible mumbles and words that escape from your mouth, to which your husband is very much immune by now. After all, this has been his schedule for about seven years now.

You would feel the bed now dip slightly, as he sits beside your form, picking you up to sit on the bed, beside him. He would place another kiss on your forehead, later beaming with a blinding smile as he guides you to the bathroom.

By the time you finish your morning routine, he would be preparing breakfast. As much as a lover of food that he is, he has got a golden hand at cooking too. Of the multitudes of dishes that he makes, you love pancakes the most, and today more so as a reason for a good day, the sweet smell of pancake and syrup is wafting in the air. This is his way of apologizing for ruining your sleep. Not that you care much about that, but if you were asked two things that are the best, it would be his kisses and his way of cooking. So any form of apology and kisses are always accepted from him, regardless of what time of the day it is.

And this is around the time the product of your love makes an appearance. A baby boy, who is the carbon copy of his father. From looks to behavior, it's all his father. And if Rengoku was to tell about the things that his son inherited from you, he would give a list of endless things that only he sees. Starting from the young boy's eyes, which is a strange mix of your shade with his golden ones, to the way the child talks and walks, it is only Rengoku who sees the similarities between the mother and the child.

And around the time he has to go for missions as a Hashira, he would give a pep talk to his baby about how to protect his mamma. And you would be getting one about how to stay safe. He would be adamant about dropping you both off at the butterfly mansion, but you tell him always, "this is our home and nothing bad will happen here".

If he does not have missions active at the moment, he would spend the day with his baby, teaching how to wield the wooden sword and learning breathing techniques. To your wonder, the child started to understand whatever his father told right from the moment you felt his first kick in your tummy, and to this day that has never been broken. Be it be the "don't hurt mamma" or "don't give mamma a hard time", the child never flattered away from what his father said. because in Rengoku's eyes, all he wanted to was to be the father that he wanted to have. And all the more he could wish for was a wife who was just like how his mother was to him, to his baby.

But all that you had was endless love for your child and him in return for a safe place that is filled with warmth and comfort. The love that the adorned you with was just something that you deserved according to him. It is not every day that this huge ball of sunshine and his ball of sunshine can find someone to keep up with their energy and determination. You just happened to be the right person he wanted to have; something that he would describe as a soulmate, or in his words his flame.

[simpforboys]

in a field of flowers

she/her pronouns

summary: medieval!au, when y/n is forced to be in an arranged marriage, her only escape is vinnie.

warnings: vinnie is a servant, reader is a princess, some angst, fluff, swearing, arranged marriage, toxic parents and household, some blood

this is inspired by an episode story i read a long time ago😭

y/n often found herself wishing she could live as those in lower rank.

no expectations, reputation to hold… just a chance to be happy with who they choose.

and today was like no other. well… other then the news y/n received.

“miss y/n?” a handmaiden knocked on her bedroom door.

the sleeping girl nudged slightly. soft snores escaped her mouth and drool hit her pillow.

“y/n!” her mother’s high pitched voice suddenly woke the girl up as she swatted her with her hand-fan that was gifted from the last suitor’s mother.

“ah!” y/n yelped as she sat up, her heart pounding from the intrusion of her slumber.

“we have a guest coming soon. look presentable instantly,” her mother instructed before she walked out of the room.

y/n rubbed the sleepiness from her eyes as the handmaidens came sashaying in.

“do any of you know who the guest is?” y/n asked as the servants began working on her hair and sorting out her dress.

“i believe it’s another suitor.” maribel, the handmaiden closest to y/n, spoke.

y/n nearly choked on her spit. in a coughing fit, one of the ladies rushed to get her a glass of water.

“another?” y/n coughed anxiously.

“well- you are the only (l/n) sister to not be wedded.”

what amelia said was true. y/n was the youngest of the (l/n) family, a long line of royal lineage. she had four sisters and they were all helping their husbands rule their own countries.

y/n had met suitors from france, great britian, and prussia, but none of them had ever caught her attention, frankly because it lied elsewhere.

-

“i cannot marry him, vinnie!” y/n paced back and forth as they stood in vinnie’s own little hut ways away back in the forest.

her lavender dress swayed with every step. vinnie approached her, his beautiful eyes locking themselves on her frame.

“you’re going to be alright, my precious angel.”

“he- he’s vile and cruel and he is a two faced roach! one moment he’s flattering my mother and the next he’s-“

vinnie’s strong arms wrapped around y/n’s body as she sunk herself into him. his bandaged hands slid up and down her biceps in an attempt to soothe her.

vinnie knew all too well of what had happened because he watched it all play out.

-

y/n’s hands were tucked away behind her back as she stood with her mother and father. the duke of spain stood before them, his black hair slicked back with bright yellow and red colors standing proud on his coat.

“welcome, it is so lovely to meet your acquaintance,” y/n’s mother bowed to the duke. y/n followed her mum’s actions as she watched duke joaquín charm her father.

“wipe that look off your face,” her mom nudged her slightly. y/n hadn’t noticed how her face twisted in disgust. the four all approached the dining room.

vinnie worked with the horses but sometimes helped in the castle with the cooking. while he was well aware of most of the girls infatuation with him, he paid no attention to them.

when y/n first saw vinnie she couldn’t help but let herself be absolutely smitten by him. his beautiful curls, glowing features, sharp jawline and the tattoos that coated his skin. something about him seemed so… bad. and y/n was drawn to him.

vinnie’s heart practically skipped a beat when he saw y/n seated at the dining room table. only she has ever had that effect on him, the one that made his tummy erupt in butterflies.

their secret affair had been going on for at least four months. vinnie had never known what love was, his mother died in childbirth and he never met his father. but when y/n shot him sassy yet flirtatious remarks to his witty ones, he knew that their personalities were synced. it was as if they were one soul split between two bodies.

he served the royal family their first course to which they all mumbled thank yous. vinnie paid no mind, he was too busy watching y/n. she looked absolutely disinterested as duke joaquín boasted about his achievements and wars he has won.

vinnie often found himself wishing he was higher rank. the life he could promise y/n, a way to properly support her and a chance for them to be together publicly.

he wanted nothing more in his life then to be able to be the best partner for y/n, because he’s never loved anyone like this before.

y/n flashed him a small smile as he exited to the kitchen. after the royal family finished their courses and meals, vinnie stood in a hallway (cleaning a gifted china vase- not ease-dropping).

“i think we should leave the two alone,” the queen spoke up.

“of course, dear,” the king agreed as the royal couple tangled their arms together and walked out of the dining room.

vinnie’s whole body shifted when he heard duke joaquín speaking in a low-toned voice to y/n.

“you better accept my proposal, or else i will ruin you and your prissy family.”

blood rushed through vinnie’s veins and it felt as if smoke was gushing out his ears. all he wanted to do was go beat the man to a bloody pulp-

“vincent?” another servant asked. vinnie and the man got along exceptionally well, maybe even close friends status. he was named joseph.

vinnie hadn’t noticed the now broken vase in his blooded hands. he hadn’t even heard the shatter, too lost in his own anger.

-

“i want to run away, vinnie. i cannot live this disheartening life anymore- i refuse!” y/n ranted on.

“allow me to take you somewhere, my princess?” vinnie asked.

y/n let out a slow nod. vinnie delicately grabbed her hand as their interlocked fingers.

he lead her to their place- the place where there was no titles, expectations, rules. a place where it was two souls allowed to love.

a giant field of flowers that overlooked the extravagant castle in the distance. all sorts of flowers occupied the land with a small stream of water being the only noise heard for miles.

vinnie let out a deep breath. he watched the way y/n’s dress flowed in the wind, her beautiful skin glowed in the sunlight. he couldn’t wait any longer.

“my princess?”

y/n looked back at vinnie to see the man on one knee. she let out a gasp as he grabbed her hand so delicately, something he always did. it was if she was glass and he was afraid to break her with a strong grip. she loved that about him.

“i’ve been infatuated with you from the moment i laid my eyes upon you. you’re extremely beautiful, y/n, but your mind is what is so pleasing to my soul. the way you never doubt speaking up about actions and decisions and your astonishing personality has got me in a trance. i know i cannot promise you a good life- i know i cannot promise you what all the dukes can- but i can promise you that i will love you unconditionally as long as my heart shall beat. will you do me the biggest honor, and take me as your husband?”

y/n knew tears were rolling down her cheeks but she didn’t care.

“yes! oh my goodness- yes,” y/n pressed passionate and gentle kisses to vinnie’s plump lips.

she loved him and believed she wouldn’t love anyone else as much as she loved vincent.

the newly engaged couple laid down on the grass, cuddled up against one another. the day went from being atrocious to outstanding within a few hours.

y/n was with her fiancé, in their spot, without a single thought in their mind. because in the field of flowers, they were allowed to be free.