#Hnnng my WHOLE HEART

[lazy-ahh]

Hnnng thinking about A Beautiful, Monstrous Thing again, with Reader calling Sinister Mark his little bumblebee with his whole black and yellow fit. I know many call him a wasp, and I agree with it, but the cutesy name for a destructive being who’s only soft towards Reader gives me life ❤️‍🔥🖤💛🖤❤️‍🔥 Mark can’t help being attracted to a sweet (and secretly twisted) thing like Reader~. It’s Mark’s job to help Reader flourish across the universe with him. Reader is his one and only flower with the lethal nectar that enticed Mark since the beginning. Both need each other to re-invent the universe in their image.

Cue the song Bumble Bee by Bambee playing— 😂 … Actually, after listening to it again, it surprisingly fits them. 😳🐝

HONEY ON HIS LIPS, VENOM IN HIS KISS (MY LITTLE BUMBLEBEE)

pairing sinister! mark grayson x (superhero) male reader

from a beautiful, monstrous thing

a chillingly sweet one-shot where mass murder is just foreplay, where pet names are whispered between executions, and where the only thing more terrifying than mark grayson’s power is how desperately he’s adored by you. when a foolish hero tries to stand against you both, they’ll learn the hard way: this couple kills together—your hands just as bloody as his, your smile just as sharp. after all, why should the world get to keep its heroes when you could keep mark all to yourself?

taglist @hhoneylemon , @queermaeda , @yujensstuff , @thebatsgreatestfailure , @roryroro

the city burns in the distance, a symphony of screams and crumbling concrete, the skyline painted in violent oranges and choking black smoke, and mark can’t help but grin.

it’s beautiful.

not as beautiful as you, though.

you’re perched on the edge of a half-collapsed skyscraper, legs swinging like a child on a playground, humming the tune of your (our) favourite song under your breath as the wind tugs playfully at your hair. there’s blood on your cheek—not yours, never yours, mark makes sure of it—a single crimson streak like war paint, a badge of honor from the chaos you’ve embraced. your fingers trace idle patterns in the dust coating the ledge, drawing little hearts and jagged lightning bolts, as if the apocalypse is just a canvas for your whimsy. when he lands beside you, the rubble shudders under his weight, but you don’t flinch. you just look up, and your smile is all teeth, all warmth, all his.

"took you long enough," you tease, leaning into him as his arm curls around your waist, pulling you flush against his side. his suit is still warm from the fight, the black and yellow fabric streaked with crimson, the scent of iron and ozone clinging to him like a second skin. you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, breathing him in, and mark’s chest tightens—because you fit there like you were made for it, like the universe carved out this space between his collarbone and jaw just for you to rest your lips against.

he loves the way you’re no longer afraid to show your true self, loves the way your laughter spills like sunlight through broken glass, loves the way your fingers curl into his suit like he’s the only anchor in a world you’ve both set aflame. most of all, he loves the way you’re his—not as a possession, but as a promise, as inevitable as gravity, as irreversible as the blood on your hands.

"got distracted," mark murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering like he’s trying to memorize the way your hair smells—smoke and sweat and something sweet underneath. his free hand flexes, knuckles still slick with gore, flakes of dried blood cracking as his fingers curl. "some hero tried to make a last stand. pathetic."

you giggle, pressing a kiss to his jaw before sinking your teeth into the plush of his cheek—not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make him huff, enough to leave the faintest imprint behind. you soothe the bite with your tongue, kitten-soft, and his breath hitches. "aw, did my little bumblebee have to sting him?"

mark groans, rolling his eyes, but he can’t fight the way his cheeks heat up, the way his pulse jumps under your lips. "you’re the worst."

"you love me."

"unfortunately."

you laugh, bright and delighted, and mark thinks, not for the first time, that he’d raze entire galaxies just to hear that sound forever. he leans in, pressing his nose and lips to the side of your face, nuzzling like he’s trying to burrow into your skin. he doesn’t pull away, just stays there, breathing you in, his eyes half-lidded as he tilts his head to admire you—the curve of your lashes, the way your lips part just slightly, the flecks of something sinfully divine in your eyes catching the firelight. and you let him, turning your face to meet his, until the two of you are just... kissing. it’s not heated or passionate, it’s silent—your lips pressed together in something achingly soft, noses nudging, breaths mingling. his hands rise to cradle your face, thumbs brushing your cheekbones, and you can feel the way he trembles, the way he holds himself back like you’re something sacred.

you stare into each other’s eyes, and the world narrows to this: the warmth of his palms, the way his lashes flutter when you smile against his lips, the quiet, reverent sigh he lets out when you do. then, he starts kissing you slowly, pressing in with deliberate, unhurried movements—each one a question, a devotion. his mouth moves over yours like he’s memorizing the shape of you, like he’s trying to pour every unsaid word into the slide of his lips. you let him, resting your outstretched arms on his shoulders, wrists crossing lazily behind his neck, your fingers playing with the hair at his nape.

and before things could go further than that, a choked gasp interrupts the moment.

the hero—some c-lister with a lightning motif, some middle-aged man with a patchy beard that clings to his jaw like a sad, frayed rug—is dragging himself across the rubble, one arm twisted at an unnatural angle, the bones beneath his suit pressing grotesquely against the fabric. his suit is torn and smoking, the stench of burnt nylon and charred flesh clinging to him as he gags on his own blood. his eyes are wide with horror, flickering between the two of you like he can’t decide which is worse—the bloodthirsty conqueror with his hands still damp from slaughter, or the boy nestled so sweetly in his arms, your lips still curved in that lazy, amused smile.

"y-you—" he rasps, coughing up a thick glob of blood that splatters onto the cracked concrete. "you’re supposed to be a hero—"

you blink, tilting your head like a curious bird spotting something shiny. "was i?" you muse, tapping a finger against your chin, smearing a little more dust across your skin. "huh. must’ve missed the memo."

mark snorts, tightening his grip on you, his fingers pressing possessive crescents into your hip as he leans in to press a kiss to the corner of your jaw—slow, deliberate, like he’s savoring the way your pulse jumps under his lips. his other hand slides up to cradle the back of your head, tangling in your hair as he murmurs against your skin, voice low and honeyed with amusement, "he’s got you there."

the hero's face twists like a man choking on poison, his split lip trembling as he watches mark's teeth sink into your neck with the same casual cruelty he'd use to tear out a throat. "you're monsters," he spits, but his voice cracks halfway through—because you're laughing, actually laughing as mark's tongue soothes over the fresh bite, his lips warm and wet against your pulse point.

you sigh dramatically, arching back against mark's chest like a cat stretching in sunlight. "see, this is why i don't miss it," you say, waving a bloodstained hand through the air. "so much judgment." mark chooses that moment to tug your collar down further with his teeth, exposing the constellation of bruises he'd painted there last night, and you shiver when his tongue drags slow and hot over the most tender one. "like, wow, okay," you continue, voice going breathy as mark's canines scrape warningly over your jugular, "sorry i don't wanna waste my life handing out sandwiches to homeless people when i could be—" you gesture vaguely at the burning skyline with one hand while the other tangles in mark's hair, holding him closer as he sucks a fresh mark into your collarbone, his teeth sharp enough to make you shudder, "—this."

mark grins against your skin, his breath humid and dark with promise. "you're such a brat," he murmurs, but the way his hands slide possessively around your waist says he wouldn't have you any other way. the hero makes a wet, strangled noise—whether from his injuries or the way mark's tongue is now tracing the shell of your ear—and you can't help but giggle at how easy it is to break people, in so many different ways.

"your brat," you correct, voice dripping with false sweetness as you turn to kiss him—slow, deliberate, your teeth catching mark's bottom lip just hard enough to sting. you don't hurry, don't even acknowledge the wet, choking sounds the hero makes as he watches. when you finally pull away, it's with a soft sigh, like you're disappointed the moment had to end.

the hero's face is a grotesque mask of revulsion, his split lip trembling. "you're disgusting," he spits through bloody teeth.

your head tilts, just slightly. no gasp, no theatrics—just the slow curl of your lips into something that might almost be a smile if it reached your eyes. "am i?" you muse, fingers tracing idle patterns along mark's arm. your voice drops to a whisper meant only for him, though you know the hero will hear: "bumblebee, baby, he thinks he gets an opinion."

mark's grip tightens instantly, his glare making the hero stagger back despite his injuries. the air crackles with violence. "want me to shut him up?" he murmurs, lips brushing your temple.

you consider for exactly three seconds—long enough for hope to flicker in the hero's eyes—before your hand lifts in a lazy gesture. "no," you decide, voice soft as a knife sliding between ribs. "i think i'd rather watch him realize." your fingers curl into mark's hair, nails scraping lightly. "let him see what happens to things that don't know their place."

before the hero can even blink, you're suddenly in front of him—not crouched, but standing over his broken body, your shadow swallowing what little light remains in his dying eyes. that smile of yours isn't sweet anymore; it's clinical, detached, the way a surgeon might regard an interesting specimen before dissection.

"here's the thing," you murmur, voice so soft it's almost lost beneath the crackling fires around you. you kneel slowly, methodically, one knee pressing down on his shattered forearm until the bones grind together with a wet crunch. his scream is delicious. "you're absolutely right. we are monsters."

your fingers—still warm from mark's touch—trail down the hero's face almost tenderly before suddenly gripping his jaw, forcing his mouth open. "but unlike you," you continue, slipping two fingers into his mouth and hooking them behind his teeth, "we don't pretend to be anything else. why don't you bastards just let us be happy, huh?" with one sharp twist, you dislocate his jaw—not enough to kill, just enough to make his screams come out as wet, garbled whimpers.

mark watches, rapt, as you methodically break each of the hero's fingers one by one, taking your time between snaps to wipe the blood on his ruined costume. when you finally tire of his pathetic twitching, you press your palm flat against his chest and let your powers surge through him—not enough to kill instantly, but just enough to make every nerve ending fire at once in excruciating overload. his body arches violently off the ground, muscles locking in agony as his skin blackens and cracks like dry earth.

only then, when his eyes have rolled back to show nothing but whites and his body has stopped convulsing, do you finally grip his head between both hands and twist sharply. the vertebrae separate with a series of satisfying pops.

mark lets out a low whistle as you stand, wiping your hands casually on your thighs. "show-off," he murmurs, but there's nothing but pride in his voice as he pulls you close, licking a streak of blood from your cheekbone with deliberate relish.

you rise slowly, methodically wiping each finger clean on the hero's ruined costume before standing. there's no skip in your step now—just measured, deliberate movements as you return to mark's side. "you love it," you state flatly, watching his reaction with dark, unblinking eyes.

"i do," he admits without hesitation, his arms encircling you possessively. his hands leave smears of blood on your waist where they grip too tight, but you don't mind the stains. they'll match the ones already marking your skin.

the city burns around you in great, heaving gasps—skyscrapers collapsing like dying giants, the air thick with the scent of molten metal and charred flesh. through the smoke and screams, mark can't imagine anything more perfect than this: you pressed against him, your breath steady against his neck, your fingers curling into his suit like you'd tear the world apart just to stay this close.

"so," you murmur, your voice soft as a razor's edge, fingers tracing the tattered hem of his cape with something like reverence. the movement is almost tender, if one ignores the blood caked beneath your nails. "what's next, bumblebee?"

mark grins, pressing his forehead to yours hard enough to bruise. when he speaks, his lips brush against yours with the promise of ruin:

"the world."

2.1k words full of our favourite sinister couple! wrote this during break time in class and honestly, apologies to those non-freaks (endearing) who didn't like the excessive PDA in this one-shot LOLOL!

[dandysnob]

hi Näd!!! (: i've noticed over time with reblogs you seem to be quite the gamer, and i'm curious, what are your top five faves? :o feel free to elaborate on why if you'd like!

wishing you well!! 💖

Hi dear! (๑ꈍ◡ꈍ)💚

Yes, I've been passionate about video games since I was little! Thank you so much for this ask! ヽ(´▽`)/ It's hard to limit myself to just 5, but I tried!

In no particular order:

Hotline Miami 📞🩸🐔 Seriously, I will never shut up about this game! The combination of ultraviolence, an amazing synth-pop soundtrack and engaging gameplay mechanics is just so hnnng! It feels like you're having a fever dream while playing it! I've been obsessed with it since its release in 2012 and have snapped up all the merchandise I can find!

Neva 🍃🐺🌳 It's a game I stumbled across last November, and I swear, it instantly became one of my all-time favourites. It carved itself into my brain and refused to leave. It's basically the perfect blend of my two favourite things ever: Ōkami and Princess Mononoke. The game is a straight-up masterpiece of storytelling, told entirely through visuals. It's also a tearjerker! I get emotional just looking at a GIF or listening to the soundtrack, especially "Lover's Ballad".

Ōkami 🌸🐺☀️ It's a game I’ve played and replayed more times than I can count. I'm a total sucker for the whole "the world is rotting and we need to purify it" vibe, ok? (꒡ꜙ ꒡) Anyway, this game is engaging and wildly creative, not to mention rock-solid all round. The combat is so much fun and so satisfying that it never feels like a chore. And don’t even get me started on the graphics/art style! They're absolutely stunning and so unique. It never gets boring. It also strikes the perfect balance between emotional depth and goofy charm. It'll have you laughing one minute and crying the next.

Hitman: Blood Money 🔫🔪🩸 I love this franchise with a passion, but Hitman: Blood Money holds a special place in my heart. I seriously can't even count how many hours my brother and I poured into that game. It's just pure, chaotic fun. You can go full stealth mastermind, meticulously planning every move… or you can throw all that out the window and cause absolute mayhem. In addition Agent 47 is one of my favourite protagonists ever. His deadpan, matter-of-fact delivery is hilarious. I'll add a compilation here because he's so fucking funny.

Dishonored 🔪🐀🌀 I love love LOVE Dishonored! This game completely owns my brain. The worldbuilding and aesthetic? Chef's kiss. It's moody, grimy, beautiful just dripping with atmosphere. I'm obsessed. The gameplay is stupid fun in the best way! You can go full murder spree, sneak through without hurting a soul, or anything in between. And the best part is your choices actually affect the world and the ending. I'm madly in love with the world of Dishonored and the entire franchise. It's everything I want in a game!

Thank you again for sending this to me! (°꒵°`●) I could talk about video games for hours! 🎮💕

[blazeismyname]

Oh boy, the heart pains are catching up with me- (I have this weird thing when I think about something occasionally I'll have, like, physical heart pains) (I'll be fine, promise) Also, I'm hyperfixarinf so hard, I literally can't focuse in class AAAAAAAA. Also, I can promise I can get sleep later. I'm gonna like, nap once I get home (unless I need to finish this first teehee)

I do kinda want to set this in the original time period for fancy little flair! Although. Will it still be in Fance it or is it gonna be somewhere else?

Nonetheless, YOURE SO RIGHT WITH THAT BEING AN UNCOMMON NAME BACK THEN HNNNG!!!! I IMAINE CARMILLA CALLED HIM SOME ODD NAME (suggestions are Brass, dumb ass, metal boy, rust head, ect.) FOR LIKE, A WEEK AFTER HE WAS GIVEN A STABLE BODY AND EVENTUALLY HE JUST SAT DOWN IN HIS OLD TIMEY ROOM AT HIS DESK AND LISTED OUT NAMES WITH HIS OLD TIMEY PEN UNTIL HE WRITES BRIAN AND HE BURSTS OUT LIKE "Mama! I have the perfect name!". (Also, something about Brian calling Carmilla Mama melts my heart like- agahgagahgga...) AND SHES LIKE "Huh. Sucks but suit yourself" (the trans parallels here makes me want to scream- Like, choosing your name and honestly, it's shit but suit yourself (coughs in a man who named himself Blaze and has also been (indirectly) told that it fucking sucks lmao-))

CARMILLA JUST LIKE, AHHGAGAH, LIKE... SHE HAS HIM IN HER ARMS, STRAINING HER MAGIC TO KEEP THE GENTLE FRAGILE HEARTBEATING... GLANCING DOWN AT HIS STILL FACE.... AND JUST, REALIZING THIS IS HER CHANCE TO LEGALLY BE A MOTHER- AND SHE KINDA TEARS UP, ALREADY EXCITED AT THE IDEA OF HER NEW KIDDO- AND SHE REFUSES TO GIVE UP ON HIM AND DOESNT... AND WHEN HE TAKES HIS FIRST BREATHE, IT'S LIKE- "Hey- hey- You're breathing... you're alive! Can you reply?" "Urggh.... Wh-" then she immediately hugs him- AND THIS MEANS A LOT TO BRIAN- LIKE CARMILLA IS ONE OF THE FIRST PEOPLE HE EVER GETS TO MEET WITH HIS NEW MIND AND SHE MEANS A LOT TO HIM AND IT STRENGHTENS THE MOTHER SON RELATIONSHIP

AUGH- I just, I imagine Brian tied to the tree so hard (I'm gonna draw it, I swear).. multiple layers of rope tied at the back st the tree, his arms at his side, his feet hovering over the ground a little... he's in one of the dresses Jonny sewed him, and he's sobbing his eyes out. He thinks Jonny is gonna die, and he won't be able to help... someone he came to know and adore... and share parts of him... someone who didn't find him scary or odd but beautiful and interesting... Tht and the memories.. fuzzy and like frosted glass, of distantly being hung from a tree. Then Carmilla rides up. She girl boss cuts him out, and he falls to the ground, still sobbing.. Until Carmilla tells him there's still time. Brian chokes back his tears, yelling, "Thank you, Mama!" And hugging him before Carmilla helps him onto her horse. She's following behind, but slowly and on foot. AGAGGAGGAGAGA

Marius being a cryptic ass.. grrrr

AND EVERYTHING WITH TIM, BERTIE, AND LYF... AGH IM MELTING INTO A FUCKING PUDDLE.... TIM AND BERTIE ARE PROBABLY HOLDING LYF TO MAKE SURE HES SAFE AND COMFORTABLE AND DOESNT RUN BECAUSE HE WILL GET HIMSELF KILLED.... GAHHHHHHHH... AND EVEN IF LYF HATED IT WHEN IT HAPPENED.. IT SLOWLY BECAME A REALLY IMPORTANT MEMORY FOR HIM

And the whole thing with the colorful servants that can actually be less formal and more human... grrr, so gooodddd... I'm jealous. Their parents must've been the coolest

Also, I'm pretty sure we just share a brain at this point (/j). BUT THE WHOLE THING WITH CARMILLA TRYING TO GET NASTYA NOT TO TAKE THE BLAME.. SOBS..... SHE NEVER HAD TO LEAVE HER CASTLE GF, BUT SHE FELT THIS WAS THE ONLY WAY... IT WAS ALL SO PREVENTABLE.. AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Marius getting the cookie- he lika da cookie- he's a simple man... AND LYF GRABBING HIM BY THE EAR- AGHHHH... SUCH ADORABLE QUEER BEHAVIOR.... Lyf should offer to kiss is better... hehe....

And everything you said about beast Jonny.. ugh- I IMAGINE HE SHRUNK BACK A LITTLE WHEN NASTYA ARRIVED. CAUSE HE HADNT SEEN HER IN SO LONG, AND IT WAS REALLY NERVE RACKING TO SEE HIS BIG SISTER AFTER EVERYTHING AND AFTER HOW SHITTILY HE TREATED HER... UGHHHHH.. AND BRIAN DOES THE THING WHERE YOU RUB YOUR THUMB ON SOMEONE'S HAND TO CALM THEN... HRNWKFBOQBFIWNBTK

LOVE EVERYTHINF YOU SAID BOUT RAPHS BACKSTORY TOO... AGHH, YOU'RE TOO BRILLIANT IM GONNA- SHIT HEART PAINS- GRRRRR THOUGH!!!! RAPH TAKING THE ASSAIN AND JUST TORTURING THEM FOR HOURS AND ITS REALLY FUCKED UP BUT ALL IN THE NAME OF JONNY AND NASTYA AND BEING ABLE TO VIVISECT THEM IN THE END!!!!@ AGHHH

Gotta go now cause the heart is getting bad and I'll be home soon- be back with more obviously!

Beauty and the Beast, but it's the Mechanisms.

Jonny must be the beast because feral Jonny and the whole heart thing... prove me wrong.

Tim or Brian is Belle.

Rest of the Mechs are the servants in the Beast's house. With an exception for Marius as Gaston cause I can totally fucking see it. He would suck at it though because it's Marius. And also, short Marius HC.

This is probably not new. But it's been brewing in my head for a good few months, ever since I put my Mechs OC in the iconic Belle dress.

[linpunny]

BEEL APPRECIATION POST BECAUSE LOOK AT HIM IN HIS DEMON FORM

Like excuse me I’m drooling over you here. The spikes, the leather jacket, the shape of the horns, his mark being on his neck just barely visible. YUMMY.

I don’t know why I never realized how good he looks....? I’m thirsty and need a tall glass of Beel. Plz. ASAP

[raediggitydog]

You ever just *gets obsessed with the nHo again for no reason*

[thatone-churro]

hnnng. definitely something mental impeding me. sang one song that doesn’t fit my usual voice that i don’t even know by heart. gave up halfway through to say “i’m so bad at this” then couldn’t even force myself to try singing along to one of my favorite songs, even just for fun.

this has since made me realize that my “speaking and actively listening takes too much energy today” thing feels more like a depression response than general neurodivergent nonverbalness. which adds another layer to me handling the whole thing and i really don’t wanna have to deal with those implications. fuck me.

wait a minute why the hell is me fucking singing taking spoons now what the fuck

[hiraya-rawr]

Imagine Thoma finding out the little crush, he’d probably laugh, I mean he’s got to be used to hearing stuff like that. Right? No way people don’t whisper about how cute and kind he is when he walks down the street lol. & If it really broke the kid Kamisato’s heart just IMAGINE how nice he’d be. He’d sit them down and just explain why they shouldn’t get heartbroken and how in many years they’ll find someone who makes them forget about all their silly crushes ☹️☹️☹️ if I had to get rejected by anyone I’d choose Thoma

Imagine young!Kamisato!reader developing their first cutesy little crush on him.

note: HNNNG ANON BECAUSE I JUST KNOW Thoma is the type parents are pushing their of-age kids to, he's everyone's dream son-in-law, he's the type little girls crush over in whispers and little boys look up to him and nosy housewives would compare their husbands to him and and-

based on this post

He probably did something nice and simple, like offered them candy or helped them clean up a mess before they could get scolded and reader just falls for him 😖

Thoma is the slightest bit oblivious but when Ayato notices the blushy look on his sibling's face, he's in panic because NO NOT HIS LITTLE SIBLING HAVING THEIR FIRST CRUSH NOOO you're like 6-10 years old or something.

It was fine at first: first crushes fade away real quick when you're at that age anyway but now you're constantly following Thoma, peeking around from corners to look at him clean the house. Thoma's the only one who really plays with you, he helps you with your studies and gives you head pats and everyone else is just so busy.

Thoma does laugh when he finds out, pushes it aside as a childhood thing, feels flattered about the situation. He won't address it but he'll take it as a teaching opportunity! Your future crushes should know how to treat you right, so he'll only do the best for you.

Ayaka finds it cute and sweet too! She might even tease you about it.

Everything really was fine until you started running up to Ayato, asking if he brought Thoma with him and Ayato is just like?? 😀 he's been so busy working day and night for his two younger siblings and this is what he comes home to.

Why are you looking for the pyro maid no no look at big brother instead 🥺

So Ayato's grabbing onto Thoma and telling him how he HAS TO EXPLAIN TO YOU why your little crush won't work out. It's unfortunate that big brother has to orchestrate your first heartbreak, but don't worry! Once you realize how unworthy Thoma is, big brother will come comfort you instead muahahahah (or so, that's how Ayato thought it would turn out)

Back to your ask but YOURE SO RIGHT, IF I EVER WANT SOMEONE TO BE MY FIRST REJECTION IT WOULD BE THOMA.

Thoma would be so nice and sweet, takes you out for icecream or dango milk first (something that doesn't happen a lot, you're always stuck guarded in the estate!) and brings you to a cool spot with Taromaru and other strays.

He sits you down to tell you how you're an amazing person with so much potential 🥺💖 Thoma talks to you about how you're still young and you've got the whole world to see, carefully threads around your trauma of losing your parents early, depending on your big siblings, etc etc. Might bring up the status difference to help support why you should give up on him.

He ends it by saying things like how you'll grow up to be a great Kamisato. It feels more of a praise-dump that a rejection, really, so you're not even crying.

Probably makes you fall harder for him tbh :D but you understand a bit more about love now and you go back to the estate.

Ayato's there with a gloating face like 😏😤 "I knew all along he doesn't deserve you-"

but you go like "I'm going to work hard and grow up to be a great Kamisato and offer an arranged marriage with Thoma!"

Ayato proceeds to drop his boba once again.

[tsukihimeyfan]

We gotta Talk about Bruno (pt. 2)

Here's a link to part 1, if you hadn't already read it.

Now, back to business, let's keep listing all the ways Bruno is amazing!

Let's take a look at The Last Vision scene. There’s so much to love about it. If you want a more in-depth look at only that scene nael-opale made a whole post devoted to it, but here are the things that stood out to me:

1. The expression on his face when Antonio hands him his plush jaguar: he goes from surprised (seemingly at the fact that someone is showing him kindness??) to a smile so gentle and full of gratitude that it breaks my heart, (also he turns the jaguar to “face” him a little bit so he can look it in the eyes as he smiles? omg HELP-),

2. How he lets Mirabel place her hands on his instead of just grabbing them, and then closes his hands around hers so softly, gently, without gripping her too tight despite how anxious he obviously is about the whole thing (hnnng I'M IN A GLASS CASE OF EMOTION)

3. Then there's this look of absolute despair he has when he thinks this is just another "unlucky", terrible vision like the one before, the strangled "I have to stop", the way he curls into himself and raises his hands towards his face as if to cover his eyes - (great, I made myself emotional... I need a minute)

4. Next, as the vision starts to take a turn for the better, he still mistakes an embrace for a fist fight (maybe because he hasn't had any physical affection in at least ten years) and Mirabel snaps at him a bit, and he gets this startled/sad look that just makes me wanna cover him with a blanket and cuddle him, the poor thing

And then when he realizes the true content of the vision he looks so excited about finally, for once, giving someone a happy vision, until he realizes Mirabel is angry and he looks so... defeated and resigned. I know they played it for laughs but it still breaks my heart when I think about it, because he went from this

to "yeah, this has happened a million times before in a million different ways, but the result is always the same... no matter what they say at the beginning, if the vision is not something they wanna see then they'll get angry at me. Every. Single. Time".

(and don't get me started on how he was probably super pumped about this one despite Mirabel's angry shout of Isabela's name moments before because he hasn't had a chance to hug his own sisters in over 10 years and he'd give anything to have a chance like that and so this must obviously be a happy thing for Mirabel too, I-)

And then there's that little scene after the vision where he tells Mira “YOU’RE EXACTLY WHAT THIS FAMILY NEEDS”, just BRUNO GOING OUT OF HIS WAY TO GIVE MIRABEL THE VALIDATION SHE’S ALWAYS NEEDED, from someone who is not her parents and therefore obligated to do it. And he does it so sincerely too, with such a tender look on his face (*sobs in Bruno-feels*)

Next let's take a moment to appreciate how after Casita comes down he gets a horse from god knows where to search for Mirabel, and when he finds her he CONFRONTS HIS MOTHER, DESPITE HIS PREVIOUSLY STATED FEAR OF HER, JUST TO PROTECT MIRABEL, AGAIN (and his grand entrance was FANTASTIC btw)

We're near the end of the movie, and I want to add a little bit of speculation about Bruno's relationship with his sisters here: looking at how they immediately accept him as soon as he returns, they probably never bore any genuine dislike or hatred of him. Maybe they let some of his reputation get to them, as I said before, but I don't believe they were antagonistic at all.

Pepa in particular probably used her anger about the Wedding Incident to ground herself after he left, to drown her grief over his absence and push it to the furthest recesses of her mind. I bet they did grow a bit distant after the wedding thing, yes, but it was never true anger until he disappeared. It’s probably another reason why his name is a taboo subject in Casa Madrigal – thinking about him just hurt too much.

On the topic of Pepa, I am 100% sure Bruno and Camilo got along like a house on fire after his return, much to Pepa's amusement, once Camilo got over his biases against his tio (they both have such strong Theater Kid energy after all)

And I’m convinced Pepa’s children are all huge fans of Bruno’s rat telenovelas (Antonio because rats, Camilo and Dolores because

D R A M A 😂)

As a bonus, let us end with Bruno just being Soft™, gentle and cute - a compilation:

a. That one time he slightly raises his voice against Mirabel and then immediately apologizes like he can't bear the sight of her startled face, like he can't stand the thought of her being frightened of him or hurt by him, pLEASE I CAN'T-

b. THE LOOK ON HIS FACE WHEN MIRABEL PROMISES TO BRING HIM BACK HOME, IT'S JUST SO FULL OF HOPE IT'S MAKING ME TEAR-BEND

c. HE TOOK THE TIME TO SAVE HIS RATS EVEN WHEN THE HOUSE WAS COLLAPSING ALL AROUND HIM WTH

d. When his sisters and Agustin hug him after his return to Casita, he looks very awkward at first, probably because he hadn't interacted with an actual human being for 10 years and even before that he had been isolating himself, but then he looks so very happy in this moment look at himmm T^T (also Camilo, he's a smol king, 7-foot frame my ASS)

e. His excitement over helping with the spackle for Casita’s new foundation (I know you can just barely see it in the picture but he's smiling under that bucket, jesus)

f. When they hand her the doorknob to the new house he looks SO FULL OF PRIDE for Mirabel, JUST LOOK AT HIM HE’S LOVELY. And that whole "You're the real gift, kid" thing?? My hEART-

g. Also from this video, look at the 1:26 minute mark. I adore the way he steadies Mirabel like 3 times when Casita moves them all over for the family photo, like he's concerned only about her well-being and helping her keep her footing. Zero care about steadying himself :'(

In conclusion, Bruno Madrigal is an immeasurably kind, gentle individual who is capable of showing compassion even to the smallest, most disliked of creatures. He got a bad reputation because of a gift he cannot control and a quirky, introverted personality, and despite being subject to hatred and disdain from his community as well as the disappointment and pressure of his family he continued to do his best to improve all their lives and was willing to give up everything he had in order to protect one of his niblings, and presumably would have done the same for any one of them. He also can be quite spunky, and is capable of great acts of bravery, especially when protecting those he loves. And for all of those reasons, I would die for him. Protect him at all costs

If you want to read some fantastic Bruno-centric Encanto fics that explore his childhood and his relationship with his niblings, I recommend these two:

I'll brick by brick rebuild us (out of how's and why's not when's), by Acewithapaintbrush

We don't talk about Bruno, by Moonybird

Also please watch this Encanto animatic about Bruno and Pepa's relationship because it's beautiful and it crushed me emotionally

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk

[tteokdoroki]

-glasses anon

Just- lemme spam you with some headcannons and random scenarios that come in my mind

Imagine you're having friends with benefits with two of the most famous pro heroes out there in Japan- Dynamight and Red Riot- and one night you're feeling so down and bored you call the two up, cuz just in case one of em hasn't got the time the other surely will-

So now you ended up being shared by the two buff, beefy, sunshine and grumpy pro heroes who take turns in edging you by pounding, fingering and licking you- as soon as the orgasm approaches he lets you go, high fiving his best buddy who jumps up from his seat behind you to take the lead while the other makes sure to proceed on sucking blue, purple hickeys onto your soft skin and choking you, finger-fucking your mouth and playing with your tongue to stop you from blabbering and begging- Dynamight gets so easily pissed off but so quickly turned on-

God- their cocks must be so painfully hard when they watch you get edged and starting to cry

HNNNG COULD YOU IMAGINE :(

— cw: smut, mdni 18+, threesomes, fwb relationship, cumplay, public sex, oral sex, fem!reader.

the press could never know about the arrangement you have with the two pro heroes!! after all, they’re highly ranked and people all over look up to them. their fanbases consist of eager women trying to get in their pants so both boys’ PR teams made it explicitly clear that they had to appear single to the media.

but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t go the extra mile to have you secretly fucked in some high class hotel they have connections with. katsuki and eijirou are so fucking pussy drunk they’d do anything for a taste of you— running around Japan in the dead of night to pound you six ways to sunday against imported cotton sheets with a thread count higher than the digits in your bank account.

kirishima has rented out a whole establishment so he could fuck you against every surface, paid off wait staff and vendors who’ve walked in on him creaming your frothy pussy, fucking rounds and rounds of his thick cum into your gummy walls because he just can’t get enough of you. no amount of money could stop him from nestling himself deep in your cunt, even if he tried. you’ll take him over and over “last time, promise sweet girl,” he’d say, but who knows when kirishima’s gonna have the chance to fuck you next? he’s so busy, being a hero and a rolemodel to kids he just needs to urst in you one more time before he’s back on the front lines and can’t see you for a few more weeks

and as soon as bakugou gets a moment, having run away from press all day just take you out on a nice date— he shoves you up against brick walls and hikes your thigh high over his broad shoulders. shoved his tongue so deep into your leaky, naughty pussy that you don’t know where you end and he begins. katsuki’s feverish, insatiable and has a big fucking appetite for making you cream on his cock like you deserve, and in record speed too since only god knows what his PR team would think if the paps caught a shot of him licking your juices off of his chin. “such a messy cunt, my messy cunt—fuck!” katsuki snarls into your abused sticky pussy lips— and he moans when you tug on his hair. the pro’s louder than you are at this point and the fear of being caught only adds to your ecstasy.

when you’re all together, a meeting meticulously planned to the T— hotel rooms and taxi services ordered under special names, it’s absolutely brutal. “careful baby, don’t get greedy…marks aren’t allowed,” one of them grunts to you as your nails run sharp tracks down bakugou’s arms, but you can’t tell where the voice comes from. not with the blood rushing through your ears and the tears watering in your eyes from taking kirishima’s cock down your tight throat. your body is weak and that’s before they’ve alternated in creaming your tightness till their hearts content. but the rules of marking don’t apply to you— bruises littered across your skin until you’re flipped over and the next cock slides against your raw walls.

the marking only applies to you, you’re told— because no one knows who you are but at least you’ll know that you belong to pro heroes red riot and dynamight.

[flightofaqrow]

[ THEIR THREAD ] [ MUSE ] [ MULTI ]: 

munday ** accepting

[ THEIR THREAD ]: for the mun to talk about a thread that they’ve seen on the dash

This might be cheating because it’s more of a series of threads, but @courtclover and @littleblackqrow ‘s Branwen Summer AU gets all my attention. I struggle writing AUs myself but with that I get to sit on the edge of my chair trying to see what two young dumb luck charms are gonna get up to, but then also the angst of meeting again as adults. It’s good. It’s good on face value, but then delving so far into the past and the settings they pick also gives a really good glimpse into the worldbuilding of Khristle’s tribe and Clover’s family and their influence on him growing up. Hnnng. I need an animated spinoff immediately.

[ MUSE ]:     for the mun to talk about a mun’s muse who they really like

I’m gonna echo I think a lot of people and gush about @eiiskonigin. I have been waiting for a Winter like this since I made the blog. So well fleshed out and well rounded in emotions and portrayal. Good headcanons, good blog aesthetic. A lot of people can nail the militant aloofness, and understand that there’s more to the woman, but with Missa’s, you can just feel that depth in every post. It probably helps that we like, vibe on the same level of using lots of body language and metaphor in our narratives. 

[ MULTI ]:    for the mun to talk about a multi-muse blog who they really love

Am I allowed to talk about inactive blogs? Well, I’m going to. I miss @musedmess with my whole heart and NOT just for Glynda. Their Robyn was killer sass and confidence. Fiona was a breath of fresh air. Their writing style had this air of poetry about it and every muse’s voice/dialogue was spot on from all the way to Glynda to Robyn to Oscar to Nora. Talk about range. I hope Draco’s doing okay out there in the world.

[flowercrowngods]

(me forgetting about steddie week was definitely a compliment LOL sorry for the miscommunication!!!)

PART 7 WAS SO LOVELY!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺

The softness of their relationship, the reluctance, their earning, THEM 🥺💚 It’s so soul healing to see them learning how to feel their love and feel happy instead of thorn inside 🥺 it’s one of the first times I see such a real depiction of healing heartache and it’s so beautiful!!!

when steve called robin and both were so happy they couldn’t find the words just warmed my heart so so much!!!

i’m feeling like a little squirrel with their checks full of nuts!! so we’ll feed!! mwuah mwuah 💚 thank you for this masterpiece ✨💚💚

super excited to see any future work you put out!!! have an amazing day/afternoon/nigh, lovie ✨✨✨💚💚

(also sorry for spamming your ask i just really love your work 🥺)

first of all never apologise for spamming my ask box, i love that so so much 😭🥺 and thank you hnnng it like. really really means so much to me that you love my work (enough to want to talk to me about it dhdhdh)

IM GLAD YOU LIKED PART 7!!!!

i’m always so. kinda anxious about ending things. especially complex things — there’s like still so much emotional labour to go through and healing to happen and a whole to of love to relearn and rewire, but boy was i not up for that 😂 that’s why it’s so snippety, just focusing on the nice stuff with hints at vulnerability and all that jazz we’ve seen enough of now (tho some still say it’s not enough and i hear ya 😂🫶)

i’m glad i could be your first like that! 🥺🥰

and again, thank you so so so much for rambling in my ask and in my tags and just. thank you 🥹🤍 i hope you have the best time, too! ✨

[titsuya]

i'm horny any it's all your fault so YOU can hear my thoughts 😤

- kazutora is whiny. like hella fucking whiny it's so cute

- he was in prison for all of his teens and didn't lose his virginity until mid 20s so I KNOW this man is touch starved.

- Chifuyu lives to overstim. he's lives to please in general but he love overstimulating you the most

- mistuya is the softest of soft doms. y'all thought akaashi was soft? NO it's mitsu. he just wants you to feel good.

- hanma is a meanie tho :( edges you for HOURS just cuz he can. will laugh when you start crying. meanie :( it's okay he usually lets you cum - eventually <3

also idk if you do emoji anons but can i be 🐻 or 🥯 anon-

have a good night i love you and your writings 😤

YESSSSSSS THIS MADE MY ENTIRE BEING THROB, IM GOING TO REPLY WITH ADDITIONAL THOTS:

kazu # prettiest boy <333333 my whole entire heart nd soul <33 creaming my pants at whiny kazu. WHINYYYYYY mf boy. every time he’s close to cumming, he’s literally in tears and unhinged. a very loud hnnng! or “b-baby! gunna! g-gunna cum, mmph!” he tries nd tries to hold it all back, not wanting to sound all “subby,” but he just can’t. CAN I JUST ADD !!!! this mf also cums SO much. just ropes and ropes of cum all over or inside of you. he has soooo much to give.

chifuyu, love of my life; light of my days, is soooo sweet. like i’m not sure i even see a dom/sub dynamic with him, but if there is. SERVICE DOM !!!! i agree, he thrives off of your satisfaction— could cum untouched at the sight or sound of you cumming just for him. nd when he has his head between your thighs or his pretty fingers shoved deep inside your cunt, just know you’re not done until you’ve given him all you’ve got. OVERSTIMMING KING. he always says, “‘m just tryna make you feel good, angel, gimme another. you’ll cum for me again won’t you?”

MITSUYA my pretty babyyy <3 my boyfriend, my whole ass username :3 i genuinely think mitsuya is the best man in the entire anime/manga universe (PERSONALLY) sweetest boy. mitsuya does it all for you. both sexually and emotionally. if you wanna ride his cock till you’ve milked him dry, consider it done. if you wanna talk about how shitty your day was, he’s already kissing nd hugging you, promising to beat anyone up that hurt you. best of all, (jesus) he says the most romantic things like, “you know you’re the prettiest fuckin’ thing i’ve ever laid eyes on,” or “‘m all yours, pretty, till the end of time.” there’s also the brat taming side to him that i cant talk about in this bc i dont want it to be too long </3

HANMA SHUJIIIIII MEAN MEAN MEAN DOM !!!! god, he’s actually so hot. he can be very sweet when he wants to be, but don’t expect it too often. he likes to be fairly rough with you, folding you in half, pulling your head to watch him make you take his cock whole. pulls your hair, slaps your face, grips you so tight. (all consensual bc he’s still a gentleman). but here’s the kicker, he’s not too big on degrading, if he does, its mixed with praise. like he’ll never just call you a slut or a bitch. he has to mix in his terms of endearment, “aw, you’re my pretty little bitch, aren’t you sweetheart~” daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. but yes, he edges you for so long and only lets you cum after you sobbed and begged your entire heart out. meanie >:(

[kingdomhearts-and-soriku-trash]

OH I ALSO NEVER KNEW THAT!! THE BEAST TURNED BACK TO A HUMAN IN THE CREDITS!!

AND OLYMPUS GOT FIXED!!!

And Auron moved on?? Not sure?? Just a bunch of light came out of him and floated around the area while he walked to the underworld???

Ugh I love the credits and how many people are involved. All so talented and amazing. I just love this whole game and I’ll keep saying it😭.

AAAAH SIMBA AND NALA HAD A SONNN!!!

EDIT: OHHH SORA WENT BACK TO THE SPECIAL PLACE!!

And he’s just looking at all the chalk drawings so sweetly and happily. He’s so fond of these moments and I love this. He stops by the K*airi one and holds his hand there and smiles. It’s just so sweet in general YALL😭.

EDIT 2:

HNNNG!!! Sora joins Riku (they’re alone) on the paopu fruit tree and they switch places😭.

“Hey, Riku—what do you think it was? The door to the light?”

RIKU TAPS HIS CHEST!!! AND HE MEANS SORA’S HEART😭😭😭. YALL I CANT WITH THESE TWO-

And they got a message from the king and HNNG it’s time for another adventure. I can’t remember if DDD is after this one or not, but that’s where I’m going :))).

EDIT 3:

Ohh it says it all began with BBS, but I definitely am not playing that one next lol. I’m just skipping to DDD >:).

EDIT 4:

OHHH!! I got into Anti-Sora 15 times, I used Genie’s summon 5 times, and I was only saved by Mickey once. It says 0 on the end thing, but that’s bc I didn’t win the fight and actually save it at the Beasts Castle😂. AND DANG!! Apparently I used my Master Form 52 times O.O.

Anyways I saved and now I have another crown on my belt :).

[heli0s-writes]

crystalline*

A/N: Instead of attending to the rest of my WIPS, here’s 1.6k words of Bottom Bucky and Service Dom reader. Throatfucking. Erm. Cathartic crying. 

Warnings: Bucky working out trauma. Please stop reading if you are not 18+

brooklyn after dark masterlist

You teach him how to want things again.

His pieces from the past, the joys he used to have taken too soon— you tell him he can have it all back.

It started with food, predictably. No longer being tube-fed slurry, Bucky quickly embarked on discovering all the new flavors of the 21st century.

Chocolate alone was a month-long passion as he attempted to scrub out the standard issued combat rations haunting his tongue. Chalky cuts like cold pressed gravel— fuck that. The first time you broke off a square of unroasted, dark, sprinkled with Himalayan sea salt chocolate, Bucky’s head hit the back of the couch with a pathetic mewl and a million things rushed through his mind of all the ways he could keep feeling this good.

Sleep came next— something he thought he’d had enough of, but the difference between getting perma-frosted every decade and lying face down in whatever memory foam’s made out of is lifetimes apart.

Bubble baths. Streaming apps. Nice clothes.

Attention and affection. Kisses. Braids in his hair. Tickles for extra laughs. His ego’s in overdrive because he has half a thought about anything and you’re fulfilling it like his personal genie. You say he needs all the dopamine he can get and you’re gonna give it to him.

And you give it to him in spades.

Orgasms. Jesus fucking Christ, he’s spoiled rotten.

Morning sex, afternoon sex, sex before bed. Blindsided in hallways and under conference room tables. The compound pool’s been properly christened more than once, and if Tony ever found out just exactly how many of those precious luxury cars have seen the imprint of Bucky’s ass, he’d set them all on fire.

But, reconciliation comes for him eventually. Spend long enough feeling all good he figures it was about time he starts screwing it up. He turns greedy, he starts wanting for too much. His girl’s an insatiable little beast, but even beasts have limits.

-

Bucky went shy when he asked, stuttering about how it’s okay if you didn’t—if you weren’t—it’s kinda strange— but you’d put your hand over his and tilted his chin up.

“Bucky,” you said fondly, “Baby,” and then a sweet smile curled over your pretty pink lips like spun sugar, “I’d eat your ass like a five-course meal. I’ll let you fuck me on the moon. What is it, huh?”

He could’ve kissed your dirty mouth silly.

“I want you to use a toy—"

“We do all the time.”

“—on me.”

And that sweet candy pink smile turned red hot and wicked. No limit in sight.

-

You approach the bed like a fever dream and all the blood in Bucky’s body congregates south.

Nothing on but the 2-day-shipping-because-the-phone’s-a-genie-too leather harness sitting snugly on your hips and a grin. The heaviness between your thighs hangs like both an offering and a weapon.

He asked for it. He wanted it. Just—maybe, to start— can you be rough with him. Then, stuttering once more because he doesn’t know how to justify why. It doesn’t make any sense and it’s hard to say out loud that with all the things you let him have, that after nearly a century of being out of his own body, he… wants to give it away.

He’s messed up, baby. Sick down to his rotten core.

You only shushed him. If it’ll make you happy, I’ll rough you up real fucking good. No why’s necessary.

Fleshy weight brushes against your inner thigh, swinging idly from one side to the other. “This okay?”

“Yeah,” Bucky breathes, still dressed at the edge of the mattress, skin beginning to prickle, nerves taking a hard left into arousal. When your hand finds rough landing in his hair, he thinks he must be the luckiest bastard in the entire world.  

Bucky drops on his knees like dead weight, nearly tearing off his clothes, feeling the upsurge of heat in his cheeks and chest. His eyelids are fluttering, your face going fuzzy but he can still see that look of adoration you reserve for him.

He’s pondering if that old saying is true—if there can be too much of a good thing, if he’s become spoiled sick, or if he could overdose on pleasure when you start thumbing the edge of his mouth.

“Pay attention,” you say with a glimmer in your eyes. “Open.”

He’s tingling when you put two fingers in, moving around his tongue, scissoring them against his inner cheek. They explore for a while, bolder each passing second. He can tell you’re getting excited too, your chest heaving gradually, watching him with curious intent.

“You like this?” You ask, lip between your teeth, and Bucky nods, leaning further in, spit following the path of your hand down to his neck. You palm the cock like it’s always belonged to your body and he’s mesmerized at how it rises from your grip, moving over his face to rest on his cheek.

“It’s big, baby.” You warn, full on now. You stroke the outline of his jaw with it, leaving a burning path in its wake. “You sure?”

He quietly likes that you ask—honey-toned and patient, needing to hear it, knowing that he needs to hear it from himself. All those things he’d been made to say with his body and not with his mind.

Now he gets it back, as you said. Gets a part of himself back, too.

“Yes—ah—yes.”

Bucky’s words are slurred into your hand, but he’s begging with his eyes. Yes. I want it. Please let me. Please make me. Please fix me.

You replace your fingers, sluicing up the cock with his spit. Then, you fuck his mouth slow, feeding it to him inch by inch before dragging it away. Bucky’s lips are quivering for more, jaw slack, panting hoarsely. He feels overcome at how you stand over him, mesmerized by him, too.

“Yeah, honey,” you croon, and Bucky’s heart swells with pride. “You’re doing so well, pretty boy.”

He’s licking blindly and sucking between ragged gasps when he attempts to say your name, knowing full well he’ll never get the whole word out before you wedge back into him. And god, it’s hot. It’s dirty and filthy and so fucking sweet.

You grasp the base of his skull, keeping his head still and laying into his mouth rhythmically. The cockhead hits Bucky’s throat, pushing into the soft palate, reaching further. His eyes are rolling, whimpers catching where the toy ends, caught in the breath of air in his mouth.

“Take it, baby,” you command, and Bucky gags. One hand scrambles for your thigh, other clawing his own, pressing red crescents into the flesh. It hurts. It hurts good like it never did before and Bucky chokes it down, eyes squeezed shut now, tears prickling from the ducts and collecting at the corners.

“Oh, you’re so good,” and his body just keeps lighting up. “You good boy. You perfect, perfect boy.” And he’s nodding desperately, needy, gut coiled tight like a spring.

“So fucking dirty,” you hiss, pulling hard on his hair, “Look at you— leaking all over yourself.”

He is. He’s a goddamn mess, sticky lines of precome down his shaft and collecting at his base.

“Drooling all over my cock like this. You’re hungry for it, aren’t you?”

“Uhhngg— hnnng—” He moans weakly at the things you do to him and for him.

“That’s right, you are. Keep going, show me how much you want it.” Jesus, the way you make him feel— like he could be exactly who he is and never have to apologize for a goddamn thing. Broken and ruined but you’d still give him the whole fucking world.

The noises Bucky’s making are muffled and obscene as he fists himself, shuddering and pumping erratically. One more final drive from your hips and he’s bursting at the seams, shattering to pieces, coming with a strangled cry.

You don’t let up, taking his throat unrelentingly, watching him sob and fall apart. He’s going limp in your clutch, letting his eyes well up like pools, your smiling face so beautiful in the crystalline light.

If he’s sick, then you must be the fever he can’t sweat out. The fire burning through his bones until he’s nothing but smoldering bits of debris afterwards. Grains and soot of him floating in the steady flow of your faithful current.

When he’s made a perfect mess of himself, come-covered and quivering, you finally let him breathe again, pulling out wetly.

“There you go,” you say, kneeling to kiss his panting mouth, “Did that feel good?” 

Your lips are a cool balm on his swollen ones and Bucky hums a response, body still thrumming. “Yeah,” he sighs, sensitive like a wound, raw and open and tender. “Real— good.”

You rub his back and run your fingers through his hair, letting him rest in your arms. You wipe away the tears on his cheeks and over his trembling eyelids.

Gentle words tumble from your lips. Promises of love and of good memories to replace the bad ones. More kisses. More affection. More reclamation.

All those little granules of fractured time, you collect in the soft surrender of his mouth. Wet and salty, they fall together there, and Bucky feels himself clicking into place. Perfect and whole and treasured like an iridescent pearl.

[takaraphoenix]

topd 5 wlw ships

Nooo this is haaard don't do me dirty like that-- (Thanks for playing! xD)

But also. Damn. Putting them in order is really hard...

1. Kou Seiya/Tsukino Usagi (Sailor Moon) - the ship that should have been endgame, I swear that final season was such a tease and hnnng they have my whole heart, that was like the first time in my life that I felt betrayed by canon??

2. Kate Kane/Kara Danvers (DC Comics) - despite how few interactions between them we got (;-;), I have sooo much love for them still and I miss them a lot, they were so good

3. Maleficent/Aurora (Sleeping Beauty) - not specific to the Disney movie; there's a fairy tale that is based on, ya know. Though also the Disney movie. Evil green lady turns into big dragon who can you not be gay for that

4. Uma/Audrey (Descendants) - I'm still not entirely sure how these two, who don't even have much screentime with each other, stole my heart like that but I guess it's also a case of "this is my favorite character and this is my favorite character and what if they kissed?" because those two individually were the best damn things about that franchise and I want them to rule the world, honestly

5. Shego/Kim (Kim Possible) - oldie but goldie. One of the very few wlw ships that I actually actively read fanfiction about, man I was obsessed with them as a teen and still when I see them I go "aaah"

(Honorable mentions go out to Mulan and any woman Mulan had contact with in Once Upon a Time, as well as OUaT's own Swan Queen and The Owl House with Lumity.)

Ask me my “Top 5″ anything

[bollur]

hello! oh my god i finished watching TLOVM and it finally pushed me to start listening to C1. percy has my whole heart. i love the way you write him! i'm currently rereading all your percy x reader stuff (it's all SOOO GOOD AAAAAAAHHH) i'll make a request as soon as i can gather one brain cell. I LOVE YOUR WORK!!!!!!!

hnnng. yes, delve deeper into the depths that is vox machina by losing yourself into C1. i've been working on it on and off for like, the past year (my single brain cell has issues focusing solely on 4 hours all at one time, and there's no way in hell i'm not watching it to bc i have to be able to see the shit they do).

"rereading" /wHEEZE you're making this garbage blush pLEASE. it's not that great.

i look forward to when that request comes in and we can merge and become two, yes that's right, TWO whole brain cells.