#((which is why she isn't too self-conscious about her looks))

[deadbydangit]

Hiiiiii. So I had a silly thought.i thought would maybe make you laugh? How would huntress, Knight, and trickster react to an S/o who likes to bite on their shoulder? Like, reader will show up at random points and just chew for a few seconds before *poof* disappearing. I really love your works, and I'm really hoping things look up for you soon. 🧡🧡

Hmm, I think I can do that. I'm sorry if this one is a little shorter. To make up for that I added Mastermind. Please enjoy.

With a Reader who likes to bite playfully.

Huntress, Mastermind, Knight, Trickster

Huntress

Hmm?

Why are you biting her?

Anna is able to tell the difference between a playful bite and an aggressive one.

So as long as you don't bite down too hard, she won't take it as a threat.

But she will be very confused.

She might even bite herself to check.

Is she edible?

Has she been edible all this time and not even know it?

You're going to have to explain to her.

But before that, patch up the spot where she bit herself.

She will be bleeding.

Gentle is not a word in her vocabulary.

She was actually trying to eat herself.

After lots of explaining, she'll finally start to understand.

And she might even try and bite you herself.

Which will probably end poorly on your part.

Again, gentle is not a word in her vocabulary.

So you're either going to have to teach her how to bite gently, or stop biting altogether.

Sure, Anna is a little rough around the edges.

But her clueless naive nature is just so cute.

Mastermind

He doesn't have time for this nonsense.

"What on earth are you doing?"

"Are you trying to make me angry?"

He has lots of questions.

He's not expecting an answer, he's just really confused.

"Why are you biting me?"

He won't take it as a threat.

Not because he doesn't whether or not to take it as a threat.

It's because he knows he's much stronger than you.

Besides, a little bite isn't going to stop the great Albert Wesker.

Once you explain, he'll start to chuckle.

He's amused at your antics.

"Well, I suppose if there is no ill intent."

He might even bite you back.

Problem is that he's amazing at sneaking up at you.

He'll bite you on the side of the neck, the ear, or the hand.

He just wants to see you jump and panic.

And after you do, he'll chuckle and whisper in your ear.

"I'm sorry dear heart. Did I frighten you?"

He's having fun.

Hey, you started this. He's not going to stop.

Knight

First off: oww.

Where are you going to bite him?

Like, he never takes off his armor.

Ever.

You're going to be biting into rusty, bloodsoaked metal.

You have fun with that.

If you do manage to catch him without his armor on, you'll have to be quick.

He's got very sharp reflexes and will use them.

Even if he doesn't mean to, he could still hurt you.

It's a force of habit for him.

If you do manage to bite him, he'll be shocked.

Possibly angry.

"What is this? You attack me? After all the trust I've placed in you?"

Tarhos we'll take this as a threat to a safety.

So you'll have to explain really fast.

Or, you know, risk getting your head chopped off or something by an angry knight.

He's skeptical about it.

He knows you aren't lying, but he still didn't like it.

"I see. Please refrain from doing that again."

He'll look angry.

But he'll probably ruffle your hair or something.

"If you wish to give me attention, just ask."

"There are better ways to gain affection without biting like an animal."

Trickster

Ji-Woon actually doesn't mind.

Like, at all.

He finds it really attractive.

It's a real turn-on for him.

So long as you don't mark up his beautiful skin.

If you do, then he'll be upset.

"Careful, you don't want to cut my beautiful skin, do you?"

He's really self-conscious about his appearance.

But he doesn't really have any room to talk considering what he's done to you.

He'll bite you back, but he'll bite hard.

He has a thing for seeing others in pain.

He loves looking at all the marks he leaves on your body.

If it's too much, you'll have to tell him.

Otherwise he'll keep doing it.

And he doesn't care if he cuts your skin and makes you bleed.

In fact, that really gets him going.

His favorite place to bite you is the side of your neck.

His favorite place to be bitten is his shoulder and his earlobe.

Whenever you do, he'll chuckle lowly.

"Did you want my attention my dear? Well you've got it."

"Now, entertain me."

So don't bite him unless you're ready to spend a lot of time with him.

[tenuuchlegch]

         No matter how many times people proclaimed it these days, Odtsetseg did not believe she would ever become fully accustomed towards being labeled as pretty or beautiful and such.

          It merely felt so different to when she was a child, as some had considered her appearance homely at best during those years.

[hairmetal666]

The worst thing that ever happened to Eddie Munson is a spinning studio opening in the building next to the neighborhood store he runs with his uncle.

"That's the third one today," Eddie whines as soon as the door snicks shut behind a woman with a glossy high ponytail and electric pink polka dot Lululemon sports bra and bicycle short set.

"You see her ponytail?" Nancy asks. She's flipping through a stack of flashcards. "Never seen a twenty-five year old look fresh off a facelift."

"I hate them so much. What kind of job is 'cycling instructor' anyway?"

"I'm concerned about the amount of makeup they wear to workout. That's gotta be bad for the pores."

"I'm concerned about the collective IQ holding that operation together. Like, do they know how to get out if there's a fire alarm?"

Nancy shoves him, but snickers too. It's not like he really has anything against the instructors. They're fine. Polite and usually harmless. It's the principle of it. It's not fair, that they get to continue into an adulthood that's still all about them being pretty and popular, without any substance.

"You've done college bio," he says. He notices a couple of cereal boxes have fallen over, hops off the counter to push them back in place. "What are the chances their muscles are so big it's cutting off the blood flow to their brains? Is that a thing that can happen?"

There's no response from the front of the store, which isn't unusual. Mostly, she lets him talk and chimes in when the mood strikes. Since she seems uninterested in offering her input, he straightens the cereal and keeps gabbing.

"The other day, one of the guys came in, and his shorts were so tight, I could see his balls. Not just the outline, but the wrinkles. I could almost make out individual pubes. Is that one of those things where they pretend they're limiting drag, or whatever, to improve their speed? Even though it's a stationary bike--"

He turns, the shelves straightened, and literally only three feet from him is one of the aforementioned cycling instructors. Unfortunately, he's the most beautiful man Eddie has ever seen. Even more unfortunately, he definitely heard Eddie making fun of them.

"Uhh," Eddie says.

The guy smiles. "Sorry, my giant muscles make it hard to get around sometimes."

And Eddie just. Like. What the fuck. "That must make it difficult to cycle." God, god but this guy is so fucking, devastatingly hot and all Eddie has done is antagonize him. And not even intentionally!

"I get by," he smiles and Eddie almost swoons. "Hey, when I bend down, can you let me know about the ball sitch? I have a wholesome image to maintain."

Is he flirting? It seems like he's flirting? But that's weird, right? He caught Eddie talking shit, why would he--

"It would be my pleasure to look at your balls," his mouth says before his brain can catch up.

The guy snorts, smile getting bigger. "I don't know, now I might be self-conscious. Might have a wayward pube."

"How will you know if someone doesn't take a look?"

The guy steps closer, cocks his head to the side. He's got this impressive sweep of hair that barely tumbles, his throat dotted with cute little moles and freckles. Eddie's mouth is watering, why is his mouth watering? "I usually get to know someone a little bit better before they get that privilege."

For once, he's speechless and now he's blushing, can feel it up to his ears and down to his nipples.

The guy leans even closer, breath ghosting against Eddie's skin. "Too bad you hate exercise instructors."

This social interaction has already been a disaster, but he makes it even worse by responding with an indignant squeak.

The guy winks, can't hide his genuine amusement at Eddie's expense. "You ever want to make it up to me, you can come to one of my classes."

With that, he walks up to Nancy at the counter, and Eddie gets his first look at the single most glorious ass he's ever seen. His mouth literally drops open as he watches how it jiggles, perfect and round, and he wonders if it would be too much to fall to his knees and worship it right then and there.

Eddie's dumbstruck for a little too long, almost misses as the cycling instructor heads for the door. "How can I take your class if I don't know your name?" He shouts.

The instructor half turns, the sexiest, smuggest smile on his pretty face. "It's Steve!" He yells back.

"I'm Eddie!"

"I know!"

The door closes and he turns to Nancy. "How--how did he know my name?"

Nancy rolls her eyes, goes back to her flashcards. "You're wearing a name tag, you absolute dork."

Eddie knows he's a man of weak will. Is not completely surprised when, after a month of meanly flirtatious interactions, Steve leans across the counter to taunt, "you do one cycling class with me and I'll take you out to dinner."

He's fresh from a workout, hair still damp and messy from the shower. Eddie thinks he's about to lose his mind, desire a clawing beast gnawing on his bones.

"Oh, so I might finally get the opportunity to check out your balls?"

Steve's cheeks go very pink, and something tight and hot tugs in Eddie's abdomen. "If you play your cards right."

[dollarbils]

break up with him | b.e.

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. you and billie are broken up. but despite your new relationship, when you meet at a party, the feelings you both swore were gone, seem to resurface.

warnings. suggestive, arguing, mentions of alcohol, cheating (with billie)

your hand flew to your face in a weak effort to block the rays of sun, tempting you to wake up. you shifted your body and tried to lift your head but it started pounding violently, reminding you of the events that had transpired the night before. trying to roll out of bed proved to be useless, as you became conscious of an arm holding you back from doing so. you looked down to see billie's hand holding your bare tit. you’d recognise her rings anywhere. and her other hand, littered with fairies, was draped over your naked stomach. you silently cursed yourself. you’d been here before, it wasn’t new.

"what the fuck." you whispered and she stirred. you carefully lifted her hand from your breast, the loss of contact evident in the cool morning air, and you slowly got out of bed. you quickly found your shirt and jeans on the ground along with your bra. you found the bathroom, quickly heading to the sink to splash your face with water and put your clothes back on, not allowing yourself to give the reason they were off, a second of your thoughts.

"i have to admit, you’re exactly who i expected to see." billie said, groggily, as you walked out of the bathroom, she was covering herself with the sheets, her clothes bunched up on the floor next to her. you were really hoping she would've still been sleeping.

"uh, yeah. here we are again." you held your forehead in your hand as you tried to fight the incoming headache.

"you can’t seem to keep away from me, can you?" she grinned at you and you crossed your arms.

"this isn't funny bils, you're enjoying this?"

"a little. you can't tell me you didn't." she admitted still smirking.

"fortunately I don't seem to have vivid memories of the experience." you huffed, gathering some of the things that had spilt out of your bag when you’d dumped it on the floor.

"fortunately? that's an exaggeration, I can remind you." she smiled, widening her eyes, her finger tracing the skin on your shoulder.

"billie, I can't do this with you." you stepped away from her, regaining your self control.

"well your drunk self seems to think otherwise." she got up not bothering to keep covering herself as she picked up her clothes. when you turned away she spoke again. "come on, it's nothing you haven't seen before." your predicament was obviously amusing to her. you shuffled through your jeans and in the sheets looking for your phone.

"your boyfriend called," billie, now fully dressed, held up your phone which she'd found on the floor, "eight times." she swung your phone in her hand and you took it from her checking through it to see eight missed calls from your boyfriend, who you’d forgotten about until this very moment.

"fuck, fuck, fuck. why didn't you stop us if you knew I'm in a relationship?" you raised your voice slightly.

"don't come blaming me, i was drunk too." she raised her hands up in defense.

“fuck.” you repeated.

"hey, it's okay," she held your face as your brain caught up to heart, which was racing violently. "calm down, angel." she whispered sweetly.

"no it's not okay bils i don't cheat, i'm not a cheater.” she stopped herself from laughing but a silent giggle slipped out.

“cut the crap. this is what? the third time you’ve woken up here with the same reaction?”

“i’m in a relationship, get over it. i'm sorry if I got your hopes up, don't call me." you grabbed your bag from the foot of the bed and exited the room.

"wait" she called, and it took all of your strength to ignore it and close the bedroom door behind you. as you crossed the hall you figured out you were in billie’s house, it hadn’t changed much since you were last here. but before you could leave, billies arm pulled you back into the room you’d woken up in.

“we’re not done talking.” she said sternly, before closing the door again. locking it so that you couldn’t escape without her stopping you.

“i’m quite done. we broke up billie, months ago.” you told her, trying to loosen the grip she had on your arms, but to no avail.

“it sure didn’t take you long to move on.” she spat back, matching your own attitude to the situation. her face moving impossibly closer to yours.

“don’t do that.” you looked away from her, considering it a low blow.

“don’t do what? tell you the truth? you need a fucking wake up call. you can’t keep avoiding your feelings.” you were silenced, not knowing how to clap back at her argument. she took your cheeks in her hands when you didn’t answer, forcing you to look at her.

“don’t tell me last night was just a drunken mistake to you.” there was an undertone of hurt in her voice.

“it was.” you replied, lying through your teeth.

“i don’t believe you.” she challenged.

“believe what you want.” it was a shitty response. a non answer to a statement you didn’t want to face.

“you wouldn’t do it again if it was just a mistake.”

“believe what you want.” you repeated and she clicked her tongue, shaking her head in disbelief.

“do you regret it?” she asked, hesitant.

“yes.” her demeanour changed as she contemplated whether she believed you or not. you instantly regretted it though, you didn’t want to hurt her, despite everything. “not because of you bils, because of him.”

“because of him? what does that even mean?” her hands left your body and suddenly you craved for them to return.

“i can’t keep cheating on him with you.” she was laughing out of anger, disbelief planted on her face.

“break up with him.” she suggested, and it took you a while to realise she was dead serious.

“for you?” you asked her to clarify what she meant. she nodded and you sighed, “I don’t know, billie.” you said honestly.

“admit it, he’s just an excuse for you not to date me.”

“your in over you head.”

“you’re going to tell me you haven’t missed me?” she asked, her eyes filled with emotions you didn’t have the courage to face.

“of course, but that’s not why.” she came closer, lifting your chin when she spoke.

“don’t you go home every time you wake up here cursing yourself because you can’t stop thinking of me?” she was sincere now, the fight forgotten.

“billie stop.”

“then tell me why, angel. i’ll make it better, i’ll try my best.”

“you hurt me, you became distant all of a sudden and practically ghosted me.” you recounted the events of your breakup.

“i wasn’t in the right place.” she explained but to you, it still felt like an empty excuse.

“how can i trust that you are now?” your head was spinning with the possibility of being with her again.

“i’ll show you, let me show you.” she whispered on your skin as she kissed down your neck. she made you weak and she knew it.

“i have a boyfriend.” the statement was false in so many ways except literal.

“break up with him.” she repeated. her hands travelling lower and her lips marking your skin.

“billie.” you said her name. like a chant, like a plea, like you hadn’t said it in years.

“baby?” she questioned your call for her attention as she left your neck, the feeling of her lips still lingering. she looked into your eyes when you didn’t speak.

“do you still love me?” she questioned, her eyes never leaving yours. it was hard to look at her and withhold the truth.

“i-” the words were at the tip of your tongue but it was as if you were frozen, her compelling gaze keeping you in place.

“hm?” it was a soft sound, grounding you.

“of course i do.” you gave in and she smiled, her teeth showing.

“you better break up with him after this.” she said before pulling your lips to hers, and they followed like a magnet. your chest tightened as your hands met her black hair, pulling harder than you’d wanted them to. she groaned, her mouth opening, inviting your tongue in. in the end, you’d always find yourself giving in, going back to her. ready to let her hurt you all over again. but you didn’t care. at least not in the moment.

part 2

note: hahaha, tell me if this is shit, seriously i can’t tell 😐

[nyrtopia]

Because there's SO LITTLE of my bf Teylan,

Could we pretty please have some dating headcanons with Teylan 💜🫶

Of course I can, Teylan is so underrated and one of my favorites. :]

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ﾟ。 Dating Teylan ✉

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Teylan x Gender Neutral Reader | Avatar Frontiers of Pandora | Fluff

➛ His favorite place to kiss of yours, is your wrists. Not sure why, he enjoys paying attention to the weakest parts of your body.

➛ When you go on missions, Priya literally has to PULL him away from the communication device. Or else he'd be buzzing in every 5 seconds making sure you're okay.

➛ He is really self conscious, after everything with Mercer he has issues trusting that you truly love him.

➛ Thus coming to his love languages: Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch. If he could hold you forever, he would.

➛ Since he doesn't have an Ikran (yet) he often goes out looking for Berries to bring you. Or he'll trade something with one of the cooks so that when you come back you'll have something delicious to eat!

➛ He absolutely worships the ground you walk on, he truly feels like you're his saving grace. He always felt out of place with the Sarentu, but you made him feel as if he was the only Na'vi on Pandora.

➛ You two have matching warpaint, it's a mix of Sarentu & Your Clans colors!

➛ He is always talking about you around the resistance camp, whether it be to Ri'nela when she's teaching him how to craft arrows. Or Raj when he's looking at new gear.

➛ He is respectful of all your boundaries, he himself has some so he is easy to understand how you feel. All he wants is that you're comfortable within the relationship.

➛ Hand kisses!!!

➛ You taking him for rides on your Ikran, he's never flown before so he's nervous. But he's thankful that his first experience on an Ikran was with you.

➛ Always calling you “tanhì” or “ma’tanhì” which means star / my star. Because no matter what he will always follow you home.

➛ You always tease him by stealing his hat, although he thinks it looks way better on you than it does on him.

➛ You help him understand the Na'vi traditions by telling him stories, taking him to new places, introducing him to your clan (if you're not Sarentu.)

➛ If you're Sarentu you'll sing your people's songs to him when the two of you are alone. Before, he was scared he'd lose that part of him. But you're always there to remind him it's not going anywhere.

➛ When he goes for walks around Pandora, he always picks the most beautiful assortment of flowers for you. Your favorite too, he remembered after hearing you talk about it during dinner.

➛ You're his protector, mostly in the beginning when he's new to Pandora. But as he becomes more comfortable you two protect one another and things become balanced.

➛ He's less afraid when he's with you, he doesn't feel the need to be someone he isn't or to succumb to what others want him to be. He's just himself with you.

➛ The courting process was so sweet, he was very intentional when it came to his tactics. If you needed something but wasn't sure how to acquire it, he'd search high and low to be able to gift you what you needed. His favorite gifts to you were handmade bracelets, he learned to weave from one of the Aranahe weavers. They taught him when he went to visit their hometree.

➛ Ri'nela is so supportive of your relationship, she saw how Teylan was alienated from her and the other Sarentu. She's glad he finally has someone who truly cares about him, and isn't just manipulating him like Mercer.

[unknownperson246]

Hi, could you please do a fluffy smut with Ax where the reader has always been too nervous and self conscious to receive oral, and Axl has been really understanding about that, but one day she decides that she wants to try, and she sits down with Axl and tells him that she's feeling ready to try, but is still scared and Axl is amazing about it. He's cautious and he's slow and gentle and wants to make the reader feel comfortable and relaxed and does everything he can to make it a great first experience for her. So he's really sweet and gentle and gives her her first experience with receiving oral. Can Axl be like, super extra sweet and caring in this please because I like seeing his soft side and I feel like soft Axl isn't written too much. I already requested this once, but since you said you needed more ideas, I guess maybe you didn’t get it the first time I requested it, so I’m trying again.

hii sorry its late but here it is ❤️ First Time

Words: 1,301

warnings: *fluff* *smut* *oral sex* *f receiving* *cum play* *cum eating* *cussing* *overstimulation* *mentions of p in v sex* *sweet axl*

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You were a lawyer at a very well-known firm in California. You owned the firm, and you were always so busy with work. You barely had any time for your boyfriend, Axl.  All you did was fill out paperwork and talk to your clients about the next steps in their legal processes. By the time you came home you were always so burned out and fell asleep after showering. You were overstimulated from everything. Being a lawyer meant needing to have a lot of patience and having to make clear plans for your compact schedule. In the mornings all you could say to Axl was “Good Morning hon” After that you would always run out the door. If you were even a minute late you would be behind on so much work at your office. You made the mistake of being 3 minutes late once and there was double the paperwork you had to fill out that day. Everything had to be done by the end of the day or else you would be behind in so much work which was worse than anything on the planet to you. 

At night all you could say to Axl was “Good Night”. Axl was very understanding but he was still frustrated on how you barely had time for him considering your consuming job of fighting for people's rights. Axl had been busy on his tours but it wasn't as time-consuming as you being a lawyer in a state with a lot of crimes that go on 24/7. You loved California but sometimes you couldn't help but cuss it out under your breath. Sometimes you wished to choose a more simple career path but being a lawyer was the best thing you knew how to do. One day you wake up in bed. You feel more relaxed and you feel free of any worries. You look at the clock.

“Holy shit it's 9 am” You quickly get out of bed and you make your way to the bathroom. Before you reached the bathroom Axl grabbed your arm.

“Relax. It's fine. I called the firm and told them you wanted a day off today,” he smirks.

“You did what?!” You say with gritted teeth.

“Y/N look at you. You work so hard and you deserve a day off to do whatever you want.” Axl tries to explain further why he told the firm you wanted a day off.

“But I need to work,” You whine.

“You're a workaholic. Take the day off with me. If you want, I can even try giving you head like we talked about yesterday night.” He tries to get you back in bed 

“But I told you that I've always been self-conscious and nervous about it” You whine to Axl. 

“Yeah I know I just thought you'd want to try it,” Axl says, sounding disappointed.

After a couple of hours, you are out of bed and you are sipping on your chamomile tea in the lounge of your and Axl's house. You're standing, staring at the birds and admiring how free and relaxed they are. You put your mug of fresh tea on the table in the kitchen. You step outside in your backyard without your shoes. You felt like the little mermaid when she first had a pair of legs. You could feel the lush grass tickling you underneath your feet. You felt like you just discovered a whole other world. You feel the slight breeze hit your skin. You've never felt the fresh air caressing your arms and legs like that since you became a lawyer. Axl hears you chuckling outside and appreciates your glow. He smiles watching you outside and watching the birds. While watching the birds you're lost in your thoughts. Axl's words about giving you amazing oral sex rushed through your head. Without wasting another second you go inside to find Axl staring at you. You tug on Axl's shirt, you lead him to the couch and you push him to sit. “Axl I've been thinking about you giving me head and I think I'm ready for it,”  You say smiling with a strong sense of confidence in your voice. 

“Really? Are you sure?” Axl asks you, making sure he heard your words right.

“Yes. I am ready for you but I'm still nervous.” You tell Axl.

“It's going to be okay. I'll go however fast or slow you want me to go.” Axl says, trying to reassure you that you would be fine.

He takes your hand and he leads you to the bedroom.

“Lay down Y/N,” He says softly.

You obeyed his words and you laid down on the front edge of the bed you shared with Axl. His hands sway in between your legs before he cupped the apex of your thighs to spread your legs apart gently. His hand traveled up your thighs and he moved your panties aside. He immediately started bringing his mouth close to your clit. His tongue fluctuates up and down your soaked pussy. You observed your sensitive clit pulsing like it was your heart. His tongue going in circles made you feel like you were going hungry for more than just his tongue. 

“Axl can you go faster?” You beg him while your hands clutch your wrinkled bed sheets.

“Fuck” You moan quietly.

“Axl” You breathe heavily.

His tongue starts to flicker inside of you faster. He starts to go at the speed of light making you feel like you're going to come before he even gets started hitting your g spot.

“Oh Axl” You cry squirming around on the bed. You have to urge to close your legs but you know it would ruin the mesmerizing feelings you were experiencing with Axl giving you head. His one hand is on your inner thigh while the other one pushes his fiery red hair back from getting in the way of him eating you out. “This feels so good” You let out a small groan.

As soon as he hears your words of affirmation he starts to nibble on your vulva.

“Axl” You hiss.

His tongue was supposed to ease your horny even. He was doing the opposite while he was eating you out. He was trying to take your horniness away but he kept building on it.

“Fuck Axl you feel so good” You sigh as his tongue continues to move around on your vulva.

You start to feel a similar feeling when you and Axl have regular sex. Your toes curl and your hands grip your bed sheets again. Your head melts into your mattress and your eyesight starts to go blurry. You feel tears welling up in your eyes.

“Axl I'm about to” Your mind went into your high and you couldn't string sentences together. You squirt your slick onto the bed sheets.

After he finishes up on you he gets up taking deep breaths.

"So, how was your first time?" he asked, making sure that you liked it.

“It was good. It was better than I expected. I don't know why I was nervous” You say to him with a hint of pride.

“You taste like raspberries and cream by the way” Axl smirked.

You chuckle at his words and it boosts your confidence for the next time he plans on giving you oral.

He licked his lips. He notices a couple of white liquid spots on the bed.

“Look at the mess we have here.” He said looking at you while he had a devious smile on his face.

His mouth goes down to the bedsheets and he cleans your come. He helps you off the bed after cleaning the bedsheets exceptionally well. He had been patient and extremely understanding with you through your first time getting oral sex.

[wandagcre]

sam with a plus-sized girlfriend | headcanons

Request: Hello! Can I request Sam with plus size y/n (fem obvi!), hcs, please? (Sfw and nsfw, if that's okay?) - this is requested by a plus sized fem!💗

Hope this lives up to your expectations! as a thick girl dealing with body dysmorphia this felt good to write. Thanks for the request 🥰

SFW

sam honestly isn't shallow when it comes to physical appearances. meaning she didn't care whether you were ripped or not, she only took notice about how it was comforting and trust worthy you were, which made sam love you just the same

and you being plus sized wasn't something sam stressed about. it was like a simple attraction for her. soon as she knew her feelings for you, she immediately made it known by making advances on you like she normally would. her eyes often lingered towards you and hugs were definitely a must for her.

she says you give the warmest and best ones!

sam is literally your number one cheerleader when it comes to trying out new kinds of clothing on your wardrobe! she doesn't fail to compliment you. it was genuine, too. she loved seeing you smile and carry yourself confidently <3

she's so smooth with it. sam affirms you with "you should wear it more often" or "it looks so pretty on you, my pretty girl" with a wide pearly grin on her face ;( she adores you so much!

it wasn't like you were unattractive, either. sam realized that the whole "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" couldn't be more true because she literally perceives you like a greek goddess and you effortlessly had her hypnotized, full attention on you always.

when you open up about it, questioning her why sam felt this way with you, she simply grabbed your hands and kissed them.

"it's like- you know how you constantly say you like my muscles? that you can't help but zone out to them? the same goes for me. i think about how it's a part that beautifully encapsulates you. and of course, who am i to think less than that?"

cue the waterworks because you were sobbing right after sam said it.

if you were conscious about eating "more" than usual, sam will respect that. though because she was worried you might pass out so she convinces you how it wouldn't be good to deprive your body of what you need.

she often eats with you too. sam's got a crazy appetite and she simply says she can't function without any energy nor burn whatever she needed at the gym if she didn't at all. that idea helped you ease your conscious self.

if you were insecure with your thighs, sam made it known subtly how she loved them. she often laid her head down on your lap and sam says that she liked how comfy it was while you ran your fingers through her hair.

NSFW

sam also mentions how you looked so great in your jeans/shorts and she can't even keep her hands off you each time. you notice it with the glint in her eyes, like she's trying to eat you already. sam hates winter because you'd wear layered clothes, says that it takes away her beloved sight.

sam is a sucker for your thighs. if you were conscious about it, she'll remind you how much she loved being affectionally crushed with them as she devours you... sam vividly retells you how she loved having you ride her face

she also loves pressing kisses on your inner thighs!! how you react to sam's teasing and especially when she bites, it titillates her. it motivates sam to do more

so big with body worshipping!!

THIGH RIDING. sam teasing you with "i love how my pretty girl gets all desperate and needy for me" or "you like that? using my thigh to hump me and trying to reach your climax? of course you do..."

mating position (with strap) or tribbing is one of her favorite positions with you. sam caresses and holds onto your tummy rolls, absolutely adoring how they look. whether you're on top or underneath sam, something about your look of being lost in the lust haze caused by her and seeing your body react to her - it felt for sam that your flexibility is challenged so well as she grinds/presses onto you fervently

sam loves fucking you in front of the mirror and making you look in it as she fingers you 😫 whispers reassuringly how you need to see it. how beautiful you look. it's definitely a thing that happens way more than once ;)

bonus: she does it whenever you're insecure or she's jealous of someone getting too chummy with you. if sam feels threatened enough, she'd like to emphasize visually in the mirror how it should only be her getting to touch your stunning body and be the one to wreck you in the most sinful ways 😮‍💨

[gemini-sensei]

i hope you're having a better day today! 🫶🏽

just kind of sitting here wondering about miguel and shy, nerdy larusso reader 😭 Very much in my head about miguel being head over heels for sam, until reader shows up (was out sick or something lol) and she's fully friends with all the nerds & miguel's like "why didnt you guys tell me about her?" and dem & eli are just like "idk 🤷🏻‍♂️ shes one of us?"

Maybe she's self conscious because she's bigger than her sister and has always felt like the second choice ?? Idk today is just a soft miguel kind of day for me lol would love to hear your thoughts if you have any!

- 🌼

"why didn't you tell me about her?" is such a mood tho.

Miguel comes to school, sees Sam and is kind of crushing. But the next day, Reader joins him, Eli, and Demetri at their table like "hey guys, sorry I was out. No one bothered you, did they?" and Miguel is absolutely lovestruck. She looks at Miguel and he's just staring until she waves at him with a cute smile.

"Hi."

"Hey."

They all talk about nerdy things like video games and comics, and the guys inform Reader on what she missed, which wasn't much. It's a fun time. It's great.

When she gets up to get another drink, Miguel looks at his new friends and is like "guys wtf!" and all Demetri has to say for himself is "Well, you were gonna meet her eventually, I didn't think telling you about her was all that important."

"Yeah, but she's totally hot and likes the same stuff as us, and you didn't think that was important?" Miguel asks.

Their conversation about it is cut short by Reader coming back and resuming the previous conversation. Miguel thinks that she's so cool.

Meanwhile, Reader isn't totally in love with herself. She constantly feels compared to her sister, especially as school. Sam is pretty and popular and has a lot of pretty and popular friends. She and Sam are so different body-wise as well that it's no wonder she gets so much more attention from guys. Reader would actually think Miguel is into Sam for a while, so she'd only look at him as a friend because she doesn't want to get hurt.

However, her feelings are uncontrollable. She falls for Miguel more and more with each passing day and they bond over karate. She doesn't tell him that her dad hates Cobra Kai or that Johnny is her dad's high school bully because she thinks that has nothing to do with their friendship. They will do karate in their free time, though, and that brings them closer together. They do other stuff together, too, like studying, playing video games, going to the movies; normal friend things., but she can't help but wish they were more.

Her insecurities around her body get revealed when they're watching a movie together and she accidentally lets it slip that she wishes she could look like the pretty actress on screen. Miguel is shocked by the admission and Reader becomes embarrassed. "You're beautiful just the way you are," he tells her and she shakes her head, mentioning how the pretty version of her is Sam. Then she excuses herself to refill their popcorn and Miguel is left to think about what she said. Oh how he wishes she saw herself the way he sees her.

Because he thinks she's so beautiful, inside and out, because her smile is shining and her laughter is angelic. She's smart and kind and sweet and nerdy in the best way possible. And she can do karate! What more could he ever want in a girl? So what if she's got some extra meat on her bones? he doesn't care about that. in fact, he'd say that's something he loves about her because no matter what body she's in, she's amazing. And he might wanna cuddle up and hold all of her close and give her extra fat a squeeze or two.

All he has to do it tell her he likes her and ask her out... but how?

[possamble]

do you have any particular thoughts regarding marcille being a half-elf? its interesting to me considering the fact that she seems self-conscious about being a half-elf, but denies it when its brought up

i remember marcille looking visibly uncomfortable over laios simply asking her how old she is, which i think the only reason she might feel nervous about this is because it might reveal her as a half-elf to him.

she's never corrected anybody whose called her an elf either.

never mind the circumstances of the reveal, in which thistle goes on about how half-elves are inferior and accusing her of wanting to become full blooded elf, she seemed particularly upset like he struck a nerve-

i wish the half-elf thing was built upon more. also, underrated marcille line:

okay so i revisited this sequence just to make sure I could back myself up and it's just... man. there's a lot going on.

the first reaction we get from Marcille is this huge panel that takes up half of the page

she is viscerally affected. flushing to the tips of her ears with the intensity of it. and we see it again, a few pages later

so it might seem like she's embarrassed about it and lying to herself, but... I really think it's just that Thistle is accidentally hitting sore spots. If you really look at what he says to get these reactions

"you'll live out your entire life [...] and die that way too"

"a hundred years from now, nobody will be there"

Hear me out. I think, if he stuck to harping on about her inferiority without bringing up how terrifyingly long-lived she is, she wouldn't have been as bothered. But right now, Thistle is accidentally hitting all the marks on Marcille's deepest fears-- and this is after the Winged Lion promised her that her dreams could come true in an extremely vulnerable moment, so it also hits her slightly guilty conscience as well.

I do truly believe that Marcille isn't bothered about being a half-elf the way that people assume she'd be bothered by it. To her, the biggest problem with being a half-elf is that it's isolating.

On one hand, it's not hard to imagine why she'd distance herself from elves in the west. A lot of them can clock her as a half-elf on sight, unlike other races, and therefore she's always branded with this weird stigma of being Othered -- I would even say that she considers herself lucky for being born outside of elven culture instead of having to grow up in it. I mean, just... look at the way elves talk about her.

Skipping past the uncomfortable implication of what 'not tolerating the existence' of half-elves would actually entail, this is incredibly fucking annoying. You can see why she wouldn't want to be around elves much. You see a lot of Marcille reacting badly here, but honestly, almost all of it can be attributed to her freaking out that her bluff completely failed. She's honestly more paying attention to Izutsumi's footsteps and trying to coordinate an opportunity to escape.

And in the end, you see her built-up frustration at being asked if she wants to be a full-blooded elf like 2-3 times in a row.

Yeah, yeah, "the lady doth protest too much," and all. But we know Marcille. We know that she's a lot more embarrassed and horrendously unconvincing when she's being prodded about something she's actually self-conscious about.

Moving onto the flipside of things, it might seem weird that she "pretends" to be a full elf around other races, but it's not really that strange if you think about it. Again, people are weird about her being infertile or whatever, and a lots of them don't even know much about what sets half-elves apart from everyone else. I mean, look at how uncomfortable Laios is just asking her about it

and look at how exasperated and resigned she looks

And like... she's right. Where would that come up in normal conversation? Why would she go out of her way to tell them? She's functionally a normal elf to other races anyway -- got the ears, the abnormally long "childhood", and the huge mana capacity. Unless it's directly relevant or important for people to know, I don't think it's all that strange or indicative of insecurity that she prefers not to bother with it.

(This combined with her sense of being an "outsider" to elf culture also explains why she thinks elf superiority is embarrassing. She sees the way elves treat short-lived races from the "outsider" perspective nonetheless, and thinks it's obnoxious; especially more so because she usually has to play the elf around short-lived races and deal with the reputation of arrogance that elves have built up.)

The sad thing is, this all means that... she doesn't actually fit in anywhere. She doesn't like going out West much because of how elves treat her. But she's also an outsider in the continents she was born in, treated like this exotic long-lived alien choosing to live among short-lived races for some reason. She is always an outsider, the Other, no matter where she goes. Add in the fact that she'll live longer than literally anyone she knows, and it's honestly kind of heartbreaking.

And I think that's the crux of it. Marcille really doesn't act like she's at all self-conscious about being a half-elf because of any feelings of inferiority or being half-made or whatever. She considers herself a perfectly legitimate being and might even, in some ways, consider herself superior to normal elves because she's not blind with elf supremacy or whatever. (And whatever "elven biases" she displays, all of them are born more out of the fact that she's kind of bad at conceptualizing how other races age and mature compared to herself, not that she actually considers herself better or more mature simply for being an elf.)

I think that whatever self-consciousness Marcille has about being a half-elf is, instead, related to terror and loneliness. The reminder that it ensures she'll never truly belong anywhere for the rest of her very long life. The reminder that, in truth, even she's not actually sure how old she is by other races' standards (hence the discomfort when asked how old she is). She doesn't want to not be a half elf, or be a full elf or full tall-man-- in her ideal world, she's still a half-elf. She just gets to live out her life at the same pace with the people she loves and doesn't have to say goodbye again and again and again until she dies.

and one last very important panel, right after Mithrun tells her that all her desires would be devoured

In her ideal world, she's still a half-elf and reality magically starts marching at her pace. But failing that, the second best thing is that she's still a half-elf-- but one who is able to accept reality and let go of her fear.

(But the rest of the story pans out the way it does because, to Marcille, taking reality apart and reshaping it was less scary than simply and fully reconciling with it.)

[vergess]

A work friend of mine's daughter has recently developed (?) schizophrenia. He seems to like my advice in general, and in particular thinks I gave him helpful advice about handling traumatic experiences he's had, and so talks to me about this a lot. I've tried to give advice along the lines of prioritizing her comfort/well-being/calmness over her "connection to reality" (his words), like not picking arguments over things she says in pursuit of correcting her, similar to taking care of someone with dementia.

Do you have any points I can focus on or resources I can look up to support him and by extension his daughter better? I'm not very familiar with the subject but do know that in looking this up I'm wading through a lot of stuff that's not very supported or with the schizophrenic person's well being and agency in mind.

You're exactly right about the comparison to dementia. Although not nearly as severe an illness, schizophrenia is one of those "redirect not reinforce" conditions.

So, one of the big things you can suggest, especially while the person is in the early period of onset (which can happen over the course of a year at any age, but usually between 20 and 30), is try to help them make plans for the future. Which sounds big and scary, but it mostly consists of honestly going through with them to make lists of the things they enjoy, the things that stress them out, etc. Because there is going to come a time, and it's sooner than anyone wants, where remembering what she finds relaxing will become impossible on her own (at least, during periods of high stress; she may always be able to self regulate in normal conditions).

Schizophrenia often makes people feel deeply afraid and out of control of their own thoughts, which is really scary!!

But your friend's daughter is likely still able to remember what things she enjoyed before the onset of her illness. Whenever she gets too wound up in a fearful delusion, rather than trying to combat the delusion, I suggest redirecting her to one of the things she enjoys, whatever that may be. A hobby, a movie, etc.

It's important that the idea for the redirection initially come from the schizophrenic person themself. This way, you can honestly say, "hey, remember when you said you like X, why don't we try some X together," and it be something reaffirming to the person's sense of control rather than fighting it.

Of course, if the delusion isn't fearful/scary/stressful, the best thing to do is to accept that it is her genuine reality right now, and just work around that belief. No need to start a fight and make it stressful.

Another thing is, and this is MUCH more controversial in the west but I'll go ahead and say it. Another thing is, if the daughter's voices are friendly or kind, to support her engaging with them (if she so chooses). This way if/when her voices become mean she can choose to "disengage" with them as a conscious change. In practical terms, this means if his daughter is ever having conversations with her voices that seem to be in good spirits, to treat that more like she is talking on the phone with someone you don't know, than to treat it as a scary hallucination.

Then, if the voices ever get mean, she can "give them the silent treatment" to help establish a sense of control over them and help her feel like she doesn't have to listen to them.

In a way, it can be good to conceptualize her voices as "influential strangers" and just encourage her to listen to good influences and ignore bad ones.

Finally, depending on where the daughter lives and her support needs, it might be good to get her registered with the healthcare service in your area sooner than later. In the US, a young person with schizophrenia automatically qualifies for medicaid and can also qualify for disability. Both will need to be applied for, and the application process is a byzantine mess.

Especially regarding disability, it is best to hire a lawyer to make your application (they will be paid out of your benefits not your pocket).

As such, if your coworker's daughter is unlikely to be able to live entirely on her own, including job, hygiene, travel, etc it's a good idea to get there registrations started ASAP. That way if the coworker ever becomes sick or when he eventually dies, etc the daughter can be supported.

If the daughter has low support needs and is likely to be able to live on her own (which can and does happen sometimes!! Even with schizophrenia), one of the biggest challenges she's going to face in the long term is going to the doctor.

Not only are doctors deeply, deeply scary to the mentally ill in the west (for good reason!), which makes doctors a prime target for delusions of fear and abuse. But also delusional thinking can interfere with a person's ability to identify their own body sensations.

EG, it is very common for schizophrenics to "be really angry and not know why" and it turns out it's because they have a UTI but couldn't feel it due to delusions. In fact, it's so common that one of the first things we do at work when a client is very upset like that, is ask them if they have been peeing more often (the answer is usually 'yes').

A huge part of the reason people with schizophrenia die young is the inability to tell when they are sick, followed by feeling unsafe going to the doctor.

Ultimately, the biggest thing to remember is that no matter how stressed or scared you are as a carer, the person with the illness is just as of more stressed. They aren't fighting you, they're fighting terror. Remembering that can make the intense demands of caring for someone with higher support needs less draining.

The second biggest thing is to remember to take time for yourself, because if you burn out as a carer, then you've left your kid without support for potentially months or years, and that's pretty bad compared to having them go to a fun adult program like a summer camp every day for a month while you recover.

Finally: there are more programs for schizophrenia support than you think. Even in my rural bumfuck town of 3000, we have two (2) different programs, including a year round day program that operates 5 days a week and takes walk ins.

Your coworker does not have to take care of his daughter alone. Support exists.

[yeetmeoffjueyunkarst]

Consider this: Ganyu, Keqing and Lynette with a reader that loves to cuddle them.

Also: WELCOME BACK!

Ty anon! Waiting for approval to use a certain user's gifs for headers in the meantime, but I will write this for now.

Lynette, Keqing, Ganyu x gn!reader, essentially fluff

Starting off with our beloved Yuheng Keqing, in all this time in Genshin, she strikes me as a tsundere at the core of it all.

She's responsible, and is often busy working, so she would be very surprised with a reader that would suddenly cuddle them a lot.

She may also find it... time-consuming at first, since she is held in place by you when she wants to do work, but I believe that over time she will adapt your love for cuddles into her timetable?

Paperwork? Fine, she will sit on your lap and do her work, but don't do anything funny. And don't get caught, or else Ningguang will tease her about it

On a more personal context, I believe that she will greatly enjoy such cuddles. She is still a young lady who would desire affection from her lover, and she is secretly clingy in private.

Which is much welcomed by you, since you also love cuddles.

She's a terrible mess at home and wants to drop that stoic look of hers

And I do hope that she'll be all over you at home, holding you all around throughout the house, not wanting to be apart from you.

She does not mind being the big spoon or the small spoon, though she has a preference for being the big spoon unless she wants to feel small and comforted

And, everytime I think of her nudging you to just cuddle her, I would burst out in laughter. It's very her style to be like. "Come on. Hug me. I want cuddles." In a deadpan and serious manner in my opinion

Do give her lots of cuddles and kisses and affection, she's worked very hard as Yuheng.

Next up would be Keqing's coworker, General Secretary Ganyu.

Ganyu, Ganyu, Ganyu. I will bet all my mora that she is the one who loves cuddles among the 3 of them outwardly.

Initially... she may not be as welcoming as you think.

Ganyu is very conscious about her weight, and may find herself too... unflattering for anyone to hug, much less cuddle

Though I must heavily disagree with the above

Ganyu would be more open to cuddling in the public, since she... is not that self-conscious

She doesn't have a lot of time with you, since you are a mortal. Why be shy about cuddling in public if one day, you won't even be around to cuddle her anymore?

Do join her for her naps in the afternoon, I do believe that with you cuddling her in her sleep, she will be more refreshed and ready to tackle her work.

But of course, make sure that she does not stay up too late, lest you end up in bed cold and alone.

Oh, and! Do not touch her horns without permission. She will be upset if you touch her horns without her permission or unless... you two have grown closer over time.

Sometimes she'll find you to cuddle first, sometimes you'll have to be the one who initiates.

Our Ganyu is not as shy as you think. That's all I will say *wink*

And lastly... *cough* the girl who has caught my eye, after the endless number of girls genshin keeps spamming, Lynette.

I would believe in her younger years, when she was more innocent, she would be very cuddly. Very innocent, very trusting of those around her.

I think I can imagine her with a happy smile as she hugs you close as a child.

But, as we all know, her childhood isn't all sparkles and rainbows.

Becoming orphans, nearly being abducted, having to grow up in the House of the Hearth... which isn't exactly having pure intentions but better than what she previously faced with her brother...

I personally suspect that for the reason why she is rather stoic unless it is regarding those she cares about eg Lyney and Freminet.

And as a result is rather... not used to being touched by most people.

But you... You have a lot of work to do to make her feel comfortable.

I think the first time she would hug you is when she sees that you're sad over something. Maybe you would be friends, or lovers by then.

And over time... she would definitely accept your cuddles.

She is not one to initiate, but she definitely enjoys them.

And who knows? If you're perceptive enough, you can see the soft blush on her face when you two cuddle. Though, the relaxation of her body against you is good enough.

It's good for her to know she's in good hands with someone safe.

Likes and reblogs appreciated. Yours, J

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Riddle, Vil: A Family Affair

Riddle’s vignettes are so… interesting?? We can see how he’s trying to take small steps to have more agency. I like to think that, very slowly, he’s coming into his own as a young man, an entity separate from his mother.

It’s nice that Riddle’s Groovy shows him in a fun pose. You’d think that someone as strict as him wouldn’t want to fly abnormally, but you can tell it's a manner that's unique to him. Riddle may be upside down like Floyd is in his own Broomquet Groovy, but you can tell that there is a marked difference between the two. Riddle’s holding bis broom in a much more secure way, which is reflective of his personality, whereas Floyd is much more precarious in his pose. It reflects their personalities well!

And now we wait for Jamil’s Birthday Platinum Jacket SSR… 👀

A Boy in Bloom, and his Flowering Future.

“What do you want to do in the coming year?”

Riddle cleared his throat and stood straight as he provided his reply. He was the model student, interviewee... and, of course, birthday boy. "I would like to expand my culinary knowledge."

Vil arched a perfectly sculpted brow. "Judging by your prompt response, I take it that you studied the interview questions and prepared suitable answers for them in advance. How like you--but what a surprise that you have a goal that isn't related to school. You're infamous for your tenacity in that regard."

"I-I am capable outside of the realm of academics too!" Riddle hastily said with a frown. “… Though I admit I may be lacking in some departments. That is precisely why I would like to dedicate time and energy to strengthening my areas of weakness.”

"Oh, please. You can't possibly be as nightmarish at cooking as..." Vil paused, shuddering, "Lilia is."

The birthday boy paled at the mention of his senior. Lilia, who left kitchens looking like a natural disaster had torn through an active warzone. Lilia, who tossed in everything under the sink and then some. Lilia, who was known across campus for all manner of food borne illnesses and poisonings.

"Surely not!!" Riddle insisted. "I know how to read and follow a recipe! The issue lies in flexibility. Trey is able to make an entire meal just from leftovers, but I wouldn't be able to do the same."

"My, if you're concerned about food waste, couldn't you simply ask Trey to teach you? I'm certain he wouldn't refuse you. That man is too nice for his own good."

"Perhaps that's true. But even so... this is a skill I'd like to learn for myself. I don't want to become overly reliant on others' strength. What I must cultivate first and foremost is my own. To that end, I plan on enrolling in more Master Chef courses during my time at NRC. There are many styles of cooking I've yet to master. For example, Trey prepares meals that are very different from that of my mother."

"How so?"

"Well..." Riddle hesitated. The way he gnawed at his lower lip reminded Vil of an anxious rabbit--a far cry from the self-assured dorm leader he knew Riddle as.

"Mother cooks with nutrition as her priority. She is very health conscious and goes out of her way to ensure that I am eating what I need. When I am studying at home, she brews tea to drink. It's rare that my entire family comes together for a meal, given that we're all busy.

"Meanwhile, Trey's food is... I can't quite put a finger on it, but it's flavorful and fun, yet balanced. The experiences are unique from my time at home. Sometimes it's something warm, hearty, and comforting like hamburger steak. Sometimes it's something hopelessly indulgent and loaded with sugar, like tarts decorated with jewel-like fruits."

"Your eyes are shining." Vil smirked. "You enjoy his cooking that much?"

"I don't understand it myself," Riddle replied, scrunching his brows. "When Trey cooks, people are lured by the smell and gather around the table, wanting to join for the meal. It happened the other day when I was to eat with him and Cater. Ace and Deuce barged in on us, and... well, I suppose it wasn't all bad. We had a delightful conversation over lunch. There's something magical about that."

"There is a different feeling to eating with others than alone," Vil agreed with a slight nod. "My father and I can hardly align our schedules, so it's rare that we can sit down and eat together. Then again, maybe it's that rarity that makes us appreciate those moments all the more."

"That's right. It's a special spell that I realized I can't reproduce. Just memorizing the recipes and recreating them... that alone isn't enough."

"Fufufu, so you want to master that kind of 'magic'. That's surprisingly cute of you."

"N-No, you're mistaken! While it's true that cooking would come in handy for entertaining guests, it'd primarily be for self-sufficiency. After all, it's not as though I can always ask Trey or my mother to cook for me." Riddle shifted from one foot to another. "Someday, I'll have to move out of my dorm as well as my house, and live independently as a fine adult."

"Yes, cooking is an essential skill for that distant future. Have you already started on making those arrangements?"

"Er, not yet. I've been looking into it, but to actually take those first physical steps is... that is, I don't know how my mother would react."

"She sounds very stern from what you've told me of her. However, every mother must let her child go eventually."

"Maybe so, but I have never known my mother to back down from her beliefs. She's... not a woman you want to challenge." Riddle's voice strained at the final word. It was the lightest way he could put it, too afraid to acknowledge the whole truth. "I've tried to get her to hear me out, but..."

"If you can't draw that line in the sand now, then when? It will only make things more difficult for you when you start live alone."

"I'm fully aware of that." He couldn't bring himself to say more.

Vil sighed, bringing a hand to his temple. "... Listen, Riddle. Think of life as a stage, and you as the actor upon it. Worried about how the audience will react to your performance, working tirelessly to hone your craft.

“When the lights dim and the cameras turn off, the staff and the audience leave the theatre. You’ll be left only with your own thoughts. The onlookers may have one impression of you—but when the curtains fall, so long as you are proud of who you are away from the public eye, that, I think, is a sign of true maturity.

“If it’s courage and confidence that you seek, then you must work toward it. Never let your eyes stray from it. Even should the world deprive you of a happy ending, you must claw for it, believing that, someday, it will be yours.”

“Vil-senpai… Is this your way of encouraging me to see my goals through to the very end?”

His upperclassman scoffed. Thin, soft—like a rose petal, almost imperceptible as it passed upon a breeze.

“Think of it what your will. I merely speak from my own experience,” Vil replied. “We are both prideful NRC students at our very cores. Standing strong on our own two feet is something we all desire. That we can one day recognize that dream… It goes for us all.”

“Recognizing a dream, hm?”

How curious. I wondered not too long ago if it was really possible. Now, here I am, taking those first, small baby steps. A world where I can think for myself, live by my own rules… It sounds like a wonderland within my reach.

Soon, but not yet.

“… One day,” Riddle whispered to himself. “One day, I’ll be the person I want to be.”

Not the person I’m told to be.

A palm came against his back—a pat from Vil. “Really, I thought the dorm leader of Heartslabyul would know better than to mumble. You’re usually so good at barking at your card soldiers. Do remember to speak up—now, and forevermore.”

“I don’t recall asking for your advice.” Riddle brushed off his touch, stepping forward with his broom at the ready. Still, he chuckled. “… But yes, I will work on gathering my courage so that I may be comfortable leaving the nest. Thank you for your concern, senpai.”

“Ara, what cheek.” Vil tossed his golden locks. “If I’m to share the stage with you, then of course your skills must be on par with mine. Don’t you dare disappoint me, understood?”

“Hmph, when have I ever been the type to fall short of meeting expectations? Observe.”

Riddle confidently mounted his broom, assuming the position he had practiced many times over. There was a diagram of this exact pose in the mountain of textbooks he had in his dorm room. Straddling the handle between the legs, arms straight and steady, one hand gripped over the other, elbows locked.

He could have been the textbook diagram himself.

When Riddle looked up, he saw the vast sky, sunlight spilling across the sea that surrounded the island. Sunset on its way to soon paint the day with darkness.

The sky… It connects many different places and people. The future is stretching out before me, chalk full of possibilities.

Then… I can try, can I? To soar, to break free. Just this once…!!

Riddle’s hold on his broom tightened.

He called forth his magic, letting it pool around him in a shower of scarlet sparkles. The power collected, coalescing as a tingling warmth dancing across his skin, until he at last unleashed it in one burst. Like a cap popped off on a bottle.

Riddle buckled off, propelling into the air in a corkscrew motion. Rose petals fell free from his bouquet, perfuming the summer sky with them.

“Whew…!”

He stopped spinning, flying forward upside down. The world shifted, shapes and colors rearranging into a new perspective. His head and vision spun, seemingly colliding all of his senses against one another.

A moment or two later, and they had rattled neatly into place.

Riddle looked again, taking it all in. Rich gold dappling the grand spires of Night Raven College, the honeyed aroma of roses, the wind from on high tickling his lashes. The delicious freedom of flying freely.

“… Hah.”

Who knew it could taste so sweet?

[starsreminisce]

Just thinking about the little details Elain would start noticing in Lucien's mannerisms the more she's around him, especially since Lucien has begun attending more Night Court events.

She notices the way his eyes crinkle when he genuinely laughs,

The slight uptick of his lip before he says something sarcastic,

The subtle purse of his lips when he's lost in thought.

She giggles to herself as she picks up on these nuances, gradually unraveling his true personality beneath the veneer of politeness and formality. Contrary to popular belief, this suave emissary isn't as enigmatic as everyone claims. In fact, he's quite humorous, and she can't help but chuckle at his sarcasm.

This amusement resonates through their bond, prompting Lucien to also notice Elain's subtle shifts:

How often she looks to him for reactions,

How she stifles her laughter before composing herself upon catching his eye,

How her eyes soften when he genuinely laughs or sparkle with amusement when he feigns it.

He tries to decipher why she's giggling, inadvertently making himself more self-conscious around her. As a result, he becomes less expressive, which disappoints her until she realizes that his mechanical eye reveals more about his thought process through its sounds—a clear tell for her.

A click indicates contemplation, a whirl suggests skepticism, but the tell she's waiting for is a few seconds of silence followed by three hard clicks, signaling that someone has crossed a line and Lucien must find a diplomatic response. He often fails, but she appreciates the effort.

One evening during dinner, someone makes a particularly foolish remark. Elain glances at Lucien, counting the seconds until she hears the three hard clicks, accompanied by a subtle twitch of his lip.

Unable to contain herself, she bursts into laughter, disarming everyone. She tries to regain composure but ultimately reveals the truth:

"Lucien is debating how to tell you that you're being ridiculous without being too offensive," she confesses.

Lucien narrows his eyes, and she hears a whirl followed by a soft click.

"Don't bother trying to deny it," she adds before he can respond.

Realizing the playful banter she's initiated, Elain inhales sharply as Lucien's smile widens into something mischievous. She knows she's in for it now.

However, to her surprise, Lucien simply shrugs and casually remarks, "I wasn't planning to say anything at all."

"You're such a liar," she retorts with a grin.

"I truly wasn't," Lucien insists. "It's not every day that I hear something that leaves me speechless."

"Thank you, Lucien," the person interjects cheerfully.

Elain's widened eyes meet Lucien's mischievous gaze before he smirks and winks.

In that moment, Elain realizes exactly what females mean when they call Lucien a rake.

[yumiis]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 COUNTRY ISN'T BAD ; SCHLATT

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genre; tooth rotting fluff

type; drabble

a/n; this is a female reader! also, look. i'm from the south, i like country music, let me fulfill my cute little fantasy. i thought this was absolutely ADORABLE. btw, this fic is inspired by a couple songs. crazy girl by eli young band, and do i by luke bryan.

read below!

Ever since Jay moved to Texas, he quickly realized most radio stations tend to play country. Whether that be modern country, 90's country, or 2000's country, it was almost all country music. Jay isn't normally the type to actively listen to that kind of stuff, so he skimmed past the channels trying to find anything else.

This morning, Jay left you in bed alone to go run some errands. You knew that he was leaving early the night before, so you kept sleeping when he left. When Jay got in the car, he was far too tired to bother flipping through channels to find music he liked. He left it on a 2000's country channel, much to his dismay.

About an hour into the road trip, some of these songs got him thinking. Specifically, about you. The lyrics weren't all about tractors and beer, the songs he heard were.. genuinely sweet. Talking about how they love their girlfriends and wives, and how beautiful they look with no makeup, or how they wish they knew how their girlfriend was when they weren't there.

It was a bit later in the day, around lunchtime, and Jay was still out running errands. He decided to call you. He pressed your contact, and after a couple rings, you picked up. "Hey, baby." He smiled as you answered.

"Hey! How's your day been without me, huh?" He sounded a bit cocky, which was usual.

"Oh, it's been fine. Gonna be honest, pretty lonely. There's no one here to make me the best sandwich ever for lunch." You sighed. He chuckled a bit, "Aw, poor thing. I'll be home soon, I'm about 30 minutes out," He paused, thinking. "Y'know I love you?"

You swallowed, "Well, yeah, I sure hope so. We do have a house together.. And pets." He nodded, "Yeah, yeah. I'll see you soon, alright babe?" You smiled, "Okay, bye hon."

After you hung up the phone, he shoved his phone in his back pocket and made his way to his car to drive home to you. Of course, with more country music.

One specific song came on, apparently called 'Crazy Girl'. It really, really reminded Jay of you. The song went on about the girl being self conscious in the relationship, thinking the man would leave her. He goes on to comfort her and tell her she's wrong. Was he.. Was Jay crying? Over a country song? No way. He needed to get home.

After what seemed like an agonizingly long car ride, he finally made it home to you. His girl. He hopped out the car, locking it and making his way to the front door. "Baby! Sugar?" He smiled as he hung his keys on the hook by the door. You turned the corner, "Jay! You're in a really good mood," You smiled into his chest as you hugged him, "What's got you feeling so happy?"

"Country music." You scoffed, almost laughing. "No way, you? You listened to country music today?" He nodded, "Yeah, I did. It's all that was on the radio, sugar." You looked to the side, then back up at Jay. "Oookay.. Were you.. crying?" You noticed the red on his cheeks, and that his face was also a bit puffy.

"What? No! What a stupid assumption." He shrugged it off. You sighed, "You're telling me why you cried later, mister."

It was around 10pm now, both of you lying in bed together. "So, Jay?" He turned over, humming in response. "Why were you crying on the way home? Tell me or else." He sighed, "Okay, okay. I.. heard this stupid country song and it really reminded me of you. It was about this insecure girl," You paused him, "Woah, okay, rude." He shook his head, "No, stupid! Let me finish!"

He continued on about what the song was about, and you almost started crying. "Oh, Jay.. That's.. that's actually really sweet." He hugged you close to his warm chest, "I love you so much. You know that?" You nodded, burrowing into his neck. "Of course I do."

Jay softly hummed, then spoke, "Maybe country music isn't that bad."

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A Lesson From Owl House That Gets Overlooked

So, I don't know if you know this, but I used to have a tendency of bottling things up. I was scared of people being angry and upset with me, so I pushed everything way down and tried to not let things get to me. And the things I've been through are horrific at the kindest appraisal. I think you know why I'm bringing this up... So let's not waste time and just talk about the two most self-conscious characters in the series; Luz and Willow.

I don't know if you noticed this through the series, but Luz internalizes EVERYTHING. Even before Hollow Mind and the whole "I accidentally helped a genocidal maniac carry out his wicked plan" thing, Luz was quietly baring the burden of grief and trauma. We don't know the full scope of the bullying she endured, it was probably hellish and certainly isolated her. Not only that, but she was carrying the pain of losing her father, which she also internalized.

Because of this, along with the bullying and the lack of support from adults in her life (save for Camila,) Luz doesn't really have a great support system until she meets Eda and King. And even then, it took Willow, Gus, and especially Amity for her to really open up about things.

Meanwhile, Willow was browbeaten by virtually everyone in her life. Amity, Boscha, teachers, everyone looked down on her, calling her 'Half-a-Witch,' forced into learning Abomination magic by her dads instead of the Plant magic she excels at. And of course, instead of that pain manifesting as grief and misery, Willow's internalization of her emotions turns to anger, frustration, and self-loathing as we see the first time we meet her.

Of course, she befriends Gus and Luz and things start to get better, but they depend on her strength and wisdom too much, which allows her to mask her feelings in favor of helping and supporting her friends. We see that it doesn't help that much, especially after Amity once again hurts her by accidentally burning all of her memories.

Granted, things worked out between them, but Amity (subconsciously, as she was genuinely concerned and cared about Willow) was looking down on her much later. And yes, Willow gets to be in the Plant track and becomes the Flier Derby captain of her dreams. However she's still hard on herself, still keeping herself from letting things out... Oh, did you guys not notice that in For the Future? Because Boscha was egging her on and antagonizing her in a moment of weakness, Willow was going to probably hurt or even kill her bully out of sheer anger.

Yeah, if that scene played out any further and she wasn't rendered unconscious by sleeping nettles, Willow was going to do something incredibly bad. I think Elijah (not-so-average-fangirl) saw that too, which is why she said "Willow, are you ok?" during that scene. I know from personal experience that Willow was at her absolute breaking point and when you realize that, it's terrifying. She was going to let out her anger violently on someone who deserved it, but not to the extent that she was clearly going to go with it. It's also why Willow does indeed breakdown after that. She can no longer control her emotions, especially after seeing her dad puppeted and the guy she clearly had feelings for die in her arms...

Of course, we know how both Luz's breakdown in Reaching Out and Willow's breakdown in For the Future resolve. They both talk about it or let out their emotions, and they do so in front of the people that matter the most to them.

For Luz, she tells Amity about her dad. She cries over it in front of her and they resolve their first real fight since going out. Then, they both make flowers and cast them off over the Boiling Sea, continuing the tradition of Luz and her mom without being in the Human Realm. Amity's also the one that tries to comfort Luz the most after learning about Belos, because even if our hero isn't feeling great about what happened, she still someone who truly loves and supports her.

For Willow, it was a need for someone who doesn't rely on her telling her that it was ok to let it out. Someone who could stop her and beg her to never call herself 'Half-a-Witch' again. Someone who truly understood all the pain she was going through and was willing to both support her and let her vent. Now who could that be...?

Of course, Gus did obviously help in that scene, but Willow needed to hear it from Hunter. She needed someone who has only ever seen her as strong who didn't depend on her for support to just say 'you've been holding in a lot, haven't you?' Granted, I won't say you need romantic love to let your feelings and pain out to, but I am saying that a strong enough and supportive enough person can help with that. That's why Gus being there in the Willow breakdown was important. That's why all of Luz's friends telling her that helping Belos wasn't her fault was important. The most important thing about bottling emotions is to have someone there to talk to, be it friend, family, lover, or therapist.

[onskepa]

This is like totally cringe but since the request are open why not?

So gender bender Spider, Tuk and Kiri.

Basically now tuk and kiri are males and Spider is a female.

They still grow up very close, and Spider basically spent everytime of her day with the sully boys.

During her teen years she starts to mature, and although for her and the Sully boys this is nothing.

Humans males of her age (and some even older) starts to become uncomfortable with her, at first she doesn't notice, but when she does she thinks is her fault for going around in na'vi clothes.

One day as the Sully boys are in the lab, chatting next to the tank where is grace avatar.

A boy come close to them and start making uncomfortable comments and he is a little touchy.

The boys notice and they don't like how this boy is acting around a girl that they consider sister.

So they decides to make the boy learn a lesson.

Hellooooooooooo darling! So got a gender bender idea eh~? Alrighty! hopefully this satisfies everyone! Enjoy~!!

P.S: Spider = Arachnid, Kiri = Kamun , Tuk = Tik

pt2

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Arachnid

Another glorious day on pandora, the omatikcaya rainforest blossoms and shines its wonderful colors. Arachnid, Kamun and Tik were once again enjoying the new day in the forest. Neteyam and lo'ak haven't been able to join them since they are taking up more responsibilities as mighty warriors.

So now its just been the three. Which is fine, it doesn't stop them from having fun. Arachnid grew up in the forest, it was her home along with the clan. Making her feel so at home and believes she isn't that different from the na'vi. To the point as dressing like the na'vi. Having beaded tops, loincloths, styling her long hair with beads, feathers, all that makes her dress like a na'vi.

If there was anything neytiri taught her, is that na'vi's are never ashamed of their bodies. And arachnid follows that. Unlike humans that cover the majority of their body with many layers of clothing, arachnid walks around almost naked and she doesn't bat an eye not be self conscious. And all was ok with that.

Until puberty hit. Things were not the same.

Kamun was enjoying his nap while Tik and arachnid were weaving some flowers to make a flower crown. Everything was well, Tik smiled and looked at arachnid. "Hey arachnid, how about making a new top? Maybe this time add blue's this time? the color suits you well" Tik comments.

Arachnid nods in excitement, not always can she make new tops or loincloths as often like the na'vi so she makes the most. Finishing the flower crown, they begin to work on arachnids new top.

Back at the base, arachnid was happily walking around wearing her new top which was woven strings attaching to a few leaves barely covering her nipples. And a loin cloth that covers just enough on the front and back side.

Arachnid was doing her usual, getting a snack, some water, minding her own business until she noticed Simon.

Simon was a scientists/engineers that reside in the lab, age 46 that man has...missed a few things from earth. But wont say things until now. Where he was standing not too far from arachnid, staring down at her with a dark expression in his eyes.

"hey arachnid...is that a new top?" he points out, arachnid felt odd since he doesn't pay attention about anything. "yes actually, made it today with my friends" she replies slowly, not getting a good feeling from Simon.

The man hums and looks more at her body rather than her face, "suits you very well...next time...try something less if you are so comfortable" with that comment he leaves.

Over the next few days arachnid became more and more self-conscious about her body and over all appearance. Many males were gazing on her, some making sly comments. Norm and a few grown woman have explained to arachnid that since she is growing, her body changes. And so does the perspective of others.

So what they suggest is she wears human clothing while being inside the lab, and she can wear her na'vi garments when going outside. It would have worked, but arachnid doesn't feel comfortable. The materials were itching her skin, she didn't feel as free nor can move her arms or legs around as much. And she gets too hot easily!

But arachnid understands its to protect herself and what others say, her "dignity" whatever that means.

The next time kamun and Tik went to the lab to visit arachnid, they noticed the shift in the air. Usually the humans would be welcoming them and let the kids do as they please. But now, just simple nods and that was it.

"Maybe they found something interesting that is having them be busy...." kamun mutters, holding Tik by the hand they go search for arachnid. A field of flowers had just bloomed and they wanted to take arachnid to see them.

Arachnid wasn't in her room, Tik found her at one of the lounging areas, but she wasn't alone.

"come on, just the two of us. You might like it" a human boy, who was grinning in a sickening way was way too close to arachnid. "Tony please stop it...I am not going with you" arachnid pleads to him.

Kamun and Tik see the whole scene going on, noticing arachnid isn't liking what this 'tony' guy is doing.

"why the fuss? I promise it will be a good time you and me, might make you feel really good too" tony says while touching arachnid's arm. It sent shivers up arachnids spine, and not in a good way. "S-stop it....!!" she begs, almost ready to cry.

Not able to see their friend cry, kamun and Tik barged in. "Arachnid! hey, grandma and neteyam are asking for you, said they wanted your help on something" Tik says.

Both tony and arachnid turned to see the two na'vi's. "O-ok..." arachnid mutters, quickly leaving. Kamun gave her a wink, telling her everything will be alright.

Once arachnid was out of ear shot, Tik and kamun glared at tony with disgust. "I don't care much for human customs, but I know what you just did was revolting" kamun says with utter disgust in his voice. Kamun and Tik used their heights and showing their fangs as means to scare tony. Which worked well. Tony began to show fear in his eyes,

"You think it is ok to bother a girl when clearly she isn't comfortable?" kamun continues, Tony tries to make a run for it but Tik stops him, hissing at the boy in a warning tone.

"P-please don't kill me...!!" tony begs, Tik was smirking in a cute yet deadly way. "No no, killing you would be a waste, how about you come with us. Let's have a...chat" kamun grins in a creepy way as he places his large hand on tony's shoulder.

"Yeah, nothing wrong with a little chit chat right~?" Tik adds in as his tail moves side to side getting excited. Tony gulped in nervousness and nodded hesitantly. The three left the lab as other humans see tony and silently hope he doesn't die a miserable painful death.

Arachnid was enjoying her tea as she happily chats with mo'at, talking about many things that comes at the top of their heads when she sees kamun and Tik making their way towards her. Arachnid got up smiling happily to see her friends. But soon the smile faded, as kamun's knuckles were covered in blood, and Tik's arms and hands full of bite marks.

"oh my eywa what happened to you two?!" arachnid asked worryingly. Both boys just smiled brightly at their dear human friend. "Nothing to worry about" Kamun says as he passes by to get treated by his grandmother. "The hell you mean by the that?! who did you fight?!" arachnid pushes further, Tik just pats her on the arm. "Just had to teach a Skxawng a little lesson" Tik grins happily and sits beside his brother to be treated as well.

Arachnid wants to know but anymore questions and none will be answers, so she sighs and assists in treating the wounds of her friends along side with mo'at who was side eyeing her grandsons hard.

Back at the lab, norm was treating a badly injured tony, "this is what you get for messing with her" norm says while stitching Tony's eyelid back together.

aaaaaaaaaaaaand that is all for this one! Hope you all liked it! until next time! see ya!