#a writing dabble

[bara-izu]

First night of freedom.

[seven--eyes]

The horrors and battle we have faced every night here are the brutal, everlasting kind. Here resides source of stress that make it hard for jaded warriors like myself to find sleep. But in spite of the horror, the bloodshed, the loss, and another day of war, the camp truly comes alive. Warriors sing in victory. The men and women come together with food, drink, and plenty of bandages to lick their wounds. They cry out like they call to Mordremoth himself to say, “I am still here. I am still alive. That matters.”

[justsalpals]

What if you were bones? If there was nothing else left of you?

No lungs filled with sweet laughter. No blood rushing to blushing cheeks. No skin grazing against mine when you twined our fingers together.

What if there was nothing left?

If I cradled your ribs in my palm, haunted by the ghost of your heartbeat? If I caressed the line of your ulna, almost able to feel the light brush of overlarge shirtsleeve dipping past your wrist? If the back of my knuckle skimmed the cheek of your skull, so sure I could still feel golden eyes staring so gently back at me through empty sockets?

(Mother said I'd have to watch everyone I loved pass on, but I was promised more time.)

(I walk out of step with the world, but you joined me with a gait all our own.)

(What is that if not a promise?)

What if there was nothing left but bones, yet I could still see the shape of you in the remains? If I handled every piece with the gentlest care, rebuilding you from the inside out? If I held each phalange tenderly in my palm, as if this were a new way you'd chosen to hold my hand?

(I was promised more time. Not enough, but more than this.)

Healing hurts. Magic weaving through meat and muscle and sinew, knitting together a wound before it's ready to let go. It's beautiful and necessary. The pain. Healing hurts. Living hurts. Loving hurts. Love beats in my heart my throat my hands my staff, bleeding like a gaping wound with every forbidden word spoken and ancient symbol sketched into stone.

If you need skin, blood, lungs, then you will have them. If you need flesh and meat and beating heart, I will build you them with my two bloodied hands. I will sculpt your bones a home from the carcass of a beast, breathe life into your hearth with dragonfire.

Healing hurts.

What if I didn't care who I hurt, if it meant having you again?

I think you can understand the sentiment.

And one day soon, when you look at me in the light above and give that gentle smile, I can't help but imagine hooking my fingers between the slats of your ribs and tugging you close enough to hear your heartbeat.

[kittenintheden]

has your elf jorked it to his Tav today

[simpinformonkies]

Hiiii I love your writing! May I request some MK and Wukong who are their normal selves until the reader gets threatened/hurt/captured/idk and they go absolutely ballistic

DUDE I FUCKING LOVE MK SO MUCH HE'S LIKE MY FAVORITE MAIN CHARACTER NEXT TO LLOYD GARMADON AND AANG... BABY....

I got you bro

WARNING: SEMI-GRAPHIC DEPICTION OF BLOOD AND VIOLENCE! THERE ARE ALSO SPOILERS FOR S4 SPECIAL! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

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WUKONG

-First off, Wukong loves you so fucking much that it physically hurts him sometimes. Not in the 'oh im in pain', but more in the 'heart repeatedly struck by cupid's arrow'.

-Or maybe that just makes him a simp, idk

-Wukong definitely takes you nice but casual places- be it quiet but quality diners, a picnic in his hidden grotto, a field of flowers to relax in (read: a field that he uses so that he can nap on your legs and cuddle you while basking in the sun)- just the whole nine yards, really

-So imagine his indescribable rage when he finds you've been kidnapped, and later follows your scent (he has it memorized by this point, plus he scents you, its obvious that he can find you) to see you getting attacked by demons, your clothes ripped and fresh wounds that drip droplets of crimson to the beautiful flowers and green grass below, staining them red.

-And just like that, Wukong fucking lost it- he flew off the handle so hard that his mind blacked out, and he only 'came too' when the demons were half dead covered in their own blood, his hands and claws stained the very same crimson.

-As soon as Wukong came too, he's checking you over worriedly, careful not to aggravate your wounds further.

-He didn't even notice his glamours dropped until you said something, and before he could even attempt to slip them back on, you cup his cheek and tell him how beautiful he is, both with and without the glamours.

-You even smiled, "Your eyes really do gleam like rubies and gold, huh?"

-Wow, way to catch his heart again, damn.

-...Wukong stops wearing glamours around you, dropping them as soon as the two of you are alone, and he's always cuddling you in some way or form.

-He will not lose you again.

-He refuses too.

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MK / QI XIAOTIAN

-First off, let's get it out of the way that MK is the most loving and sappy boyfriend ever, who is either rizzing you up or being controlled by his anxiety. It depends, really.

-He's always doing the most basic but sappy couple stuff, and despite how cheesy it all is, it's genuinely flattering.

-MK is also incredibly protective of you- he tries not to control you with his protective instincts, and let's you do as you please because you're his beloved, and you deserve to do as you please.

-You're both adults! It's fine! He can handle this!

-He cannot.

-It's post S4 when MK gets notified of a demon causing problems, and goes to take care of it when he sees who the demon has as a hostage.

-You. Chained up, with ripped clothes, deep cuts, and teary eyes.

-Oh, MK fucking loses it.

-He goes full monkey at the drop of a dime, and is scratching and punching the villain (the bastard) that dares hurt his beloved.

-MK is a merciful hero that loves to help!

-But even HE has a limit to his compassion and mercy.

-Once the villain is gone, MK picks you up and just... holds you in his arms, hissing and just staring people down if they come anywhere near you- his tail curled around your leg and puffed, eyes slit and ready to attack at any given moment.

-It takes nearly an hour to get through to him, but when you do, you're treated by Sandy as MK sobs in your lap about not protecting you well enough, while you simple pet his hair gently, careful not to tug or snag on his hair as you stroke it.

-MK... is a lot more protective of you from then on- but he doesn't force himself into your activities. More so watches than anything else.

-If it keeps you safe, he'll do whatever he needs too.

[pizzaqueen]

A snippet from a future fic I'll probably never write, where Steve is a widower with two teenage kids, and he and Eddie randomly meet up, rekindling their old flame. This is when they've been together a while:

“Thank you,” Steve says, coming up behind Eddie at the bathroom sink.

Eddie pauses, catching Steve's eye in the mirror. “What for?” he asks, mouth foamy with toothpaste.

Steve slips his hands along Eddie's hips, hooks his chin over Eddie's shoulder. “For loving my kids.”

“You don't—” Toothpaste dribbles down Eddie's chin and he stoops to spit what's left in his mouth into the sink, gathering his hair to one side. He rinses his mouth out, wipes his face with a towel, then turns to Steve. “You don't have to thank me for that. Of course I love them.”

“Not everyone I've dated has.”

“They're idiots.” Eddie grabs the hem of Steve's shirt, pulling him close. “I mean, first of all, they're part of you, and I don't think I could love you and not love them. But...” He trails off, a small smile tilting his lips. “They're amazing kids.”

Pride swells in Steve's chest; he slides his arms around Eddie's waist and says, “They are.”

“And I'm pretty damn honored I get to be part of their lives,” Eddie says, “so thank you,” and he butts his head gently against Steve's.

Steve huffs and slides his hands up Eddie's back, pulling him into a tight embrace. “I love you.” He presses a kiss to Eddie's neck.

“I love you too.”

“And they both love you as well.”

Eddie lets out a shuddering breath. Steve knows how nervous Eddie was, when they started dating, that he wouldn't be welcomed, but it's almost like he's always been part of their family now. “Good to know,"”Eddie says.

Steve holds Eddie a little tighter. All those years ago, back in Hawkins, when they ended things, Steve thought he'd never see Eddie again. But here they are, together—a family—and Steve's never letting him go this time.

[unabashegirl]

my best friend's dad | sneak peek

Y/N and Scarlett Styles are best friends in college. They share everything even their plans for Spring Break. They have a trip to Bahamas planned. Everything takes a turn when Scarlett is unable to fly, and Y/N is forced to coexist and interact with Scarlett's dad.

Author's note: hello everyone, I just wanted to give everyone a sneak peek of the upcoming one shot that will be uploading in a few days. I tried to made it only one part, but as I was writing it I realized that I needed to add more context, so it's going to be a two part one shot. The first part has already been upload to my patreon.

check out my patreon and get full access to the first part (+4K words) and much more :) thank you beforehand!

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Y/N felt a weight lift off her shoulders as she listened to Harry's encouraging words. She realized that she didn't have to have everything figured out right away. This trip, with its new experiences and conversations like this one, was already helping her see things from a different perspective.

After a while, Harry put down his tablet and stretched. "I think it’s time for a swim down at the beach. Care to join me?”

Y/N hesitated for a moment but then nodded. "Sure, why not?"

They made their way through a winding path bordered by lush foliage, leading to a secluded stretch of beach that seemed untouched by the usual tourist crowds. The soft sand greeted their feet as they approached the water's edge, the gentle lapping of the waves creating a soothing soundtrack. Harry glanced around with a smile.

“Breathtaking as always” he remarked, gesturing to the pristine beach.

Y/N nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of tranquility wash over her. The beach was indeed stunning, with its turquoise waters and powdery white sand stretching into the distance. It felt like a hidden paradise, far removed from the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

"I can see why Scarlett loves it here," Y/N said, taking in the beauty of the surroundings.

The next day dawned with a soft, rosy glow creeping over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold. Harry woke before the sun, as was his routine, slipping on his running gear quietly so as not to disturb the peacefulness of the villa. He tiptoed downstairs, the floor cool under his feet, and headed for the front door. As he passed through the living room, he glanced out onto the terrace.

There, on one of the sunbeds, Y/N lay curled up under a blanket, her silhouette softened by the early morning light. She had fallen asleep waiting for the sunrise, her peaceful expression making her look even more serene. Harry couldn't help but smile at the sight, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. He found it endearing

Resisting the urge to wake her, Harry quietly slipped outside and started his jog along the quiet streets. The rhythmic pounding of his footsteps helped clear his mind, but try as he might, thoughts of Y/N kept intruding. He couldn't shake the image of her in that attractive bikini, her laughter echoing in his mind from the day before. It wasn't just her physical beauty that captivated him; it was her warmth, her intelligence, and the easy way they connected.

Feeling a pang of guilt, Harry quickened his pace, pushing himself harder. He hadn't expected to be so affected by Y/N's presence, and he chastised himself for dwelling on thoughts that felt inappropriate given their relationship. He had spent the previous day enjoying her company, sharing stories, and learning about her dreams and ambitions. Yet, now he found himself unable to shake the attraction he felt towards her.

By the time he returned to the villa, the sun was fully risen, casting a bright light over the tropical landscape. Harry took a deep breath, trying to steady his thoughts as he cooled down. He decided to take a cold shower, hoping the shock of cold water would help clear his mind. As he stood under the refreshing spray, he couldn't help but feel ashamed of his inner turmoil. He didn't want to complicate things or make Y/N uncomfortable during their time together.

He just couldn’t get that damn bikini off his mind. The one she had wore the day before. The red color complemented her sun-kissed skin beautifully, accentuating her curves in all the right places. His hand creeped down and grabbed throbbing cock, trying get some release from the torture that he was experiencing.

COMING SOON.

[chaoswarfare]

dp x dc prompt #67

constantine really should have started using the yearly family reunions to get out of league meetings more often. it’s a little odd watching the people he’d grown apart from wander around talking about the goings-on since they’ve seen each other while he hovers in the corner smoking a cigarette, but beggars can’t be choosers and this definitely beats the alternative.

at least until his estranged stepsister and her husband start raving about their plans to capture and vivisect a ghost, and then start casually chatting about what can’t be anything other that plans to destroy the dimension that holds the fabric of reality together.

maybe he should have just gone to the bloody meeting, because now he’s obligated to either deal with this himself or tell the justice league about it. at least his niece and nephew are willing to help him out.

[dcxdpdabbles]

I came back with a new idea so you know Delicious In Dungeon Falin and her little white dragon form thing

With Danny he is on his way they're becoming an ancient but it's kind of for him like a puberty thing where he's developing like one large form and it's taking time for him to learn how to fully grown into it

His new form is a large dragon-like creature with owl talon feet and black feathers, and a mix of bright and dark green dragon wings. With the feathers having little dots that spell out constellations on them that shimmer like stars actual Stars if you look for too long

What is top half being mostly human but very uncanny valley like his body is too perfect his eyes are too black like you know perfect but something's off

Danny acts more like a wild animal then his normal self when he's in that form because he doesn't have lots of control of it so he a got a amulet like a Dora's which keeps him from turning into that form when he loses his temper/emotions

So here's what's happening

Danny is best friends with Duke and head of the astronomy club at Gotham High he also shows a strong connection to the Lazarus pits and once Ra al Ghul found out he kidnapped Danny but causing Danny to lose his amulet in the process but Duke ended up finding it

Duke as signal ends up helping the Justice League to get to Danny but when they come there they see that large monster instead Duke is the only one that puts you two together and realizes that monsters is his crush/best friend Danny

Danny has practically wiped the floor with the League of assassins and is now practically giving a long rant on how he hates fruit loops like Ra al Ghul and wanted to make an example of him as the first murder of tonight

Duke being best friends with Danny and hearing about this knows that Danny would be heartbroken if he did that because it goes against his morals so he takes it up into itself so Duke takes it on to himself to save and stop Danny with the help of the Justice League

After he saves Danny I'm just imagining a really apologetic Danny being covered in a feather like outfit just apologizing to Duke what the amulet around his neck as he cries just so cute I'm so adorable

I just really like the cute ship of Duke and Danny and the idea of large giant human dragon Danny

I'm sorry, but I've never seen Delicious In Dungeon (I've been meaning to start it, but I keep getting distracted). I don't know much about it, so I don't know how it would affect this prompt.

I couldn't really think of anything to add to it since Duke would have rescued Danny, but his rampaging would likely remind Danny of Dan, and nothing would make him feel safe to be among humans again.

I think Danny would attempt to isolate himself in the zone, which could lead Duke—with the help of his scary, competent family—to venture into the zone after him. I just can't think of how to plot it.

It is an interesting idea, though, so if anyone wants to try it, please be my guest!

[daisyofwaterdeep]

Could I request Accidental Confessions Part Two where Femcis Reader got the antidote for Rolan and both of them just sat down & talked properly to each other after he's no longer under influence of the love potion? With apologies & a happy ending!

I had already planned to write a second part but im using your ask as a vessel to post it ╰(￣ω￣)

~~~~~~ Read the first part here!

Accidental Confessions (Part 2)

Rolan/femcis!Reader

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You stand in front of the portal, close enough that the swirling magical energy draws strands of your hair forward.

You desperately want to step forward. You desperately want to run away. You have no idea which one is the best choice.

It's been two days since the incident. You haven't seen Rolan since then, and he's all that's been on your mind. You keep replaying the last moment with him, pulled together but still deissheveled as you handed the vial of antidote to him. The way he sat on the stairs, hands shaking, head hanging, eyes never raising to meet yours. And the terse words he spoke as he snatched the bottle from you.

"Thanks. Now leave."

The words weren't angry or sorrowful or pained. They were cold, closed off. You had no choice but to obey.

Rolan knew. That was the only explanation. Everything that happened, everything you allowed to happen, that you encouraged to happen...Rolan knew that you had taken advantage of the situation, and now he hates you. As he should.

Gods, what's wrong with you?

You take in a deep, sobering breath and step into the portal. Your vision goes dark for a brief moment before melting away into the familiar scenery of Ramazith's tower. Your eyes immediately land on Rolan, his back towards a shelf but already turning as you step from the pull of the portal. Golden eyes land on you, curious at first but hardening as he realizes who his visitor is.

"I've been expecting you." Rolan blindly shelves the book he had been thumbing through and descends the stairs, straightening his robe before folding his hands behind his back pertly. "It's best we get this over with."

Having him come toward you makes you want to dive back through the portal but you stay your ground, even if your knees shake. You cast your eyes to the floor, fighting the urge to bunch your hands in your dress as the tips of his shoes come into the field of your vision before stopping.

"Go ahead. Say your piece," He says after a moment of silence, voice curt.

The lump in your throat is so large that you're not sure anything will come out when you open your mouth, but it does, even if your words are small and wavering.

"I'm... resigning from my position."

You can hear Rolan exhale softly but with your eyes on the ground, you can't quite decipher why. "Alright. I'll have your final pay ready by the end of the day."

A dark, greedy part of you recoils at that. Even after everything, there was still a delusional hope that he'd push back-- that he'd protest you leaving.

There's another small stretch of silence, and you watch Rolan's feet shift.

"Well, there's obviously more you need to say, so say it already."

There is more you need to say, but you're fighting for your life to keep tears from blurring your eyes and choking your throat. You've rehearsed this in your mind hundreds of times, thought of the best words to show your sincerity, pictured every sort of scenario...and everything is lined up perfectly. It's the absolute ideal set-up for you to apologize. But the enormity of your remorse is swallowing you, and the only thing you can think is 'don't cry, don't cry, don't cry'.

Rolan's feet shift again. You can't stand here forever, and you know it. So you take in a deep breath and manage out two pitiful words.

"I'm...sorry."

Despite your best efforts, your vision instantly swims and hot tears trail down your cheeks. Damnit.

"Wh-" Rolan sputters, goes silent, then starts again. "You're sorry?"

"I'm sorry," you say again, throat tight and voice high and wavering, "I didn't stop you...I could have stopped you, but I didn't." The tears are coming full force now, a hot tirade that makes your eyes feel puffy and swollen. "I'm s-sorry, Rolan." Your words are hiccuping, toeing the line of full sobbing, "I d-don't expect you to forgive me, just p-please--" As much as it hurts, you finally raise your gaze to meet his eyes. "Please d-don't hate me..."

Looking at him face-to-face makes you want to crumple to the floor and bawl. It looks as if he hasn't slept since the last time you saw him-- dark circles crescent under his eyes, his clothes are wrinkled, and his hair is loosely and hapharzardly pulled back. But more than that, he looks dumbfounded, like he's completely shocked that you're standing in front of him crying. It makes you feel even more pathetic, which only makes the tears continue.

"I don't--" Rolan reaches his hands out to you, thinks better of it, then retracts them to his chest, "I'd never hate you."

The earnestness in which he says it should make you feel better, but it does the opposite. By all rights, he should hate you-- who are you to stand here before him, blubbering and grovelling, when you're the one who took advantage of him? Resigning from your post was supposed to be a small penance from you to Rolan, but instead, he's comforting you. You're disgusted with yourself.

Your despair must be written on your face, because Rolan takes a step forward, his voice trembling around the edges as he speaks.

"Y-you know, I had assumed... that you were here to yell at me. To tell me what a horrible man I am." Rolan lets out a short, nervous laugh, "I was fully prepared to take a punch or two."

He thought that you were mad at him? The thought is so absurd that you find your tears stopping as you stare at him, surely mirroring his dumbfounded expression from earlier.

"You'd have every right to, you know." Rolan continues, his jaw tightening as he straightens his arms by his sides, "To think I'm terrible. To hate me, even. Because what I did to you..."

"It wasn't your fault," You cut him off with a croak, wiping at your eyes with your sleeves, "You weren't yourself. But me, th-there was nothing controlling me...It was my responsibility, b-but I--"

"Stop." Rolan's voice raises, anger lighting his eyes, "Stop trying to take the blame for this. You are not the one at fault here!" He stares hard at you for a few moments before his shoulders slump and the tension in his face melts away, leaving him looking tired and small. Vulnerable, even. And his voice falls too, nothing more than a whisper. "There were times of clarity...times where I could have fought against it. If I had tried harder, I could have stopped a dozen times over. But there was a part of me, a part not influenced by the potion, that didn't want to fight it." A thread of anger edges it's way back to his words, but now you understand that it's edge isn't pointed at you. "So yes, it is my fault. I'm a terrible...horrible man."

You don't know what the right thing to do is-- in such an unprecedented situation, you're not sure if there even is a 'right thing'. But seeing Rolan standing before you, askew in both looks and mind, there's only one thing you can fathom doing, damned if it's wrong or right.

Rolan stiffens as you rush forward and throw your arms around him. Your heart hammers fast and loud in your ears and you feel breathless at your own bold action that seemed to come out of nowhere, but there's no way in the nine hells that you're going to let go.

"You're not horrible," You say against his chest, voice tight and runny as your tears begin anew, "N-not in the slightest. So don't s-say such things."

Rolan's body trembles in your embrace and you worry that he might try to push you away. After a few long seconds, though, he wraps his arms around you and returns the hug.

"I'm sorry," Rolan squeezes you tight as he says it, and you wonder if it has to do with how watery his voice sounds, "For putting you through that...f-for hurting you."

The vulnerability of it all makes is terrifying, but it's also liberating. A moment of pain and sorrow shared between the two of you--it's a feeling more intimate than sex.

"I wanted it." The confession falls from your lips without a thought, and you know that you've crossed a boundary that you'll never be able to return from, for better or worse. "I wanted to hear those things from you. To have you touch me...I wanted all of it."

Rolan lets out a choked noise above you and you feel his chest hitch. "D-don't lie to me."

"I'm not." You hold him tighter, as if trying to still your trembling muscles. "Having you need me in such a way, even if it was fake...I was happy."

You can feel every inch of the shiver that runs through Rolan's body. His chin touches the side of your forehead in something close to a cuddle as the hands on your back slide down, nearly cradling your hips.

"If you're being honest...I'd like to say something." You can hear Rolan swallow thickly before continuing, voice hushed and hesitant, "But please, you musn't think any less of me."

You try to pull away, wanting to see his face as he speaks, but the fingers on your waist dig in, as if begging you to stay in place. Curious, nervous, you comply.

"I'd never think less of you."

Rolan heaves in a deep breath and lets it out slowly, the warmth of it tickling the top of your ear. "I..." He starts his sentence, stops, then starts again. "The potion. I took it."

"Took it?" You were determined to stay silent and let him say his piece, but your confusion gets the better of you.

"I drank it." You feel Rolan's body tense as he inhales sharply again, letting the rest of his words fall out on his exhale, "I knew you'd be coming, and I wanted to-- it was only a small sip, I thought it would give me a push, just enough to be honest, confident--to say the things I was too cowardly to say. But it was potent, far more potent than I had realized--"

You can't think, can't breathe. A blanket of surrealness falls over you, making everything around you feel padded and dreamlike. Because this must be a dream, right? Your tired mind has supplied this sweet little scenario for you, has tailored it to your wildest imagination.

But the shaking man in your arms isn't a dream, as much as it seems. The hurried, scared breaths puffing against your hair are real, as are the hands, anxiously holding you tight. If those things are real, then the words Rolan has said...the confession he has laid at your feet must be real as well.

The courage it took for him to admit to such a thing seems to seep into you, and you find yourself pulling your head back, forcing him to finally confront you. His eyes are glassy and drying tear streaks shine against the hollows of his cheeks. He looks devastated, terrified-- and more beautiful than you've ever seen him.

This is Rolan. Not your crush. Not the wizard. Not the older brother. Not the owner of Ramazith's Tower. This is him, stripped bare, beyond titles and prestige and pomp. This is Rolan, raw and true and baring himself to you.

You kiss him. It's a stark contrast to the kiss shared just days before-- it's clumsy, nervous, hesitant. But that's what makes it so grand. The insecurities that Rolan had tried to hide behind a potion are all there, beneath your lips, your fingers. Every brush and breath sings of honesty, of a flourishing love that threatens to build into something momentous-- of the terror such a thing could bring. The enormity of the unknown.

But as Rolan's hands relax on your hips, as his lips part and soften on your own, you know that he's offering you a chance to explore that unknown together.

And you couldn't be happier.

[teapot-of-tyrahn]

more little lloyd drawings !! reblogs + comments in tags appreciated :)

[hyunniesgirl]

Okay but like...soft sex with lee know? He would totally be the type to hold hands you and whisper the most softest of praises in your ear.

Yes, absolutely yes!!!!! Lee know would absolutely worship you during sex and that's the moment you know how much he loves you. Of course, he does little gesture in your everyday life, but Lee Know doesn't show you much of his feelings, except when you're having sex.

The way he kisses every part of your body while chuckling to the reactions you make. The way he licks his fingers after fucking you with them saying how good you taste. The way he smiles and tells you how beautiful you look gagging around his cock, removing your hair out of your face so he can have a good view of you sucking him.

Pinning your hands by the side of your head, he'd interlace his fingers with yours trying to show you his feelings with his touch, he always holds your hands while entering you, closing his eyes to the feeling of you squeezing him.

Lee know is a sucker for eye contact, so the moment he starts thrusting he'll stare at you and dare you to break it, he'll slowly go in and out of you making you whimper and beg him to go faster.

He'll smile fondly, giving a little peck on your lips and saying "my kitten is so needy" while going faster, kissing your jaw, your neck, your chest and your breasts. Just hearing your little whimpers and moans it's everything he needs to get him going.

When he bites your lower lip, you cum clenching around him and making him cum too. He falls by your side, hugging you and holding you closer to him, resting your head on his chest and kissing the top of your head, whispering "I love you" while hearing your low exhausted snores.

[seven--eyes]

...”It is though we haven’t spent a night apart, and Gaius is welcoming me back into his arms at the end of a long, tiring day as affectionately as he always has. And that pulls on my heartstrings. His love unravels me like a spool of thread until I am bare.”

[mackenziebrooks]

Just A Little Taste

warning: only mentions the word whiskey, toxic, obsession, addictive, drink.

Everyone told you that Dabi was a tall, dark glass of expensive whiskey. No one could handle the ache of a taste that he gave off. They said after one drink, you’ll be addicted. Boy, they were right. You kept going back and back for more, knowing he was toxic. Knowing you won’t be able to get rid of him. Knowing you’ll get burned every time you but you couldn’t help it. You liked the way it hurts. It made you feel alive made you feel like you were having fun. However, the burning sensation came with a price. The price of being Dabi’s new toy. His new obsession. Good luck with trying to get rid of him. Because you won’t be able to escape, you are his now. It happens when you want one little taste.

[simpinformonkies]

Can I request a Redson x Calm!S/O reader, who's his partner in crime and a powerful earthbender (cause they keep him grounded) please and thanks.

Sorry this made me laugh so hard when I first saw this ask, the joke broke my sense of humor im so sorry. Anyway, here ya go!~

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RED SON

-The first time he met you all those years ago, he thought you were just some weakling human that decided to piss him off, but you just raised a brow at his behavior and slammed your heel on the dirt, slamming a pillar of stone and dirt into his gut and sending the Demon Bull Prince flying off.

-Oh, he was furious at the audacity.

-But just as much, Red Son was interested; humans don't just control an element as well as you do. It was like the earth itself was your sandbox that you did whatever you wanted with; be that helping people, growing plants, or destroying his Bull Clones.

-After a while though, people just kept demanding things of you, and you just... kind of got tired of it. So what'd you do?

-Why, go to Red Son and ask for a partnership of course!

-Why? You have no idea; you just hated being demanded things of by people that don't even respect you.

-Red Son at least respected your power, even if he also hated you.

-Baby steps people, baby steps.

-So you commit crimes with Red Son, being like that silent soldier in the background that the heroes never notice until its too late and you're already attacking them. You always had Red Son's back, and stopped the worst of his injuries from happening.

-Especially from MK. Sweet kid, but a little much sometimes.

-Ya know that meme of 'the demon lord having a sweet tiny spouse, but the spouse being scarier'? Yeah, you're much scarier than Red Son is, because while he's always angry and yelling, you're sweet and kind that can flip on a dime if the right buttons are pressed.

-Anyway, you're Red Son's "rock" essentially, being there for him through thick and thin. This means you're very close to him and following him every day (or, alternatively, he's always following you, even around the council but acting like he's the one guiding you. His mother thinks its adorable.)

-After confessing to each other (in which Red Son acted like a total tsundere the entire time, let's be honest), you constantly do little stuff with your earthbending to show how much you love that. Whether that be making statue of a heart on 'fire', or doing little stuff to make him happy or his workload easier.

-Housespouse™

-Red Son often gives you gifts that mainly consist of gems (as a homage to your element of earth) and always does romantic things with you while attempting to act nonchalant or cool.

-Keyword being attempting.

~~~ BONUS:

-Your 'scary' side came out when Azure and his goons attacked the Demon Bull Family, attempting to seal away the others. You send shards of earth flying at Peng, aiming for his wings (and hitting them in quick succession) before earthbending binds and pillars at Azure in hopes of defeating him.

-Unfortunately, you forgot Yellow Tusk exists, and he bound you with magic, and then you were sealed in the scroll of memory.

-(And if that happened to make Red Son so angry that his flames sparked a brilliant blue, then only he and the brotherhood would know such secrets.)

~~~

Hope you enjoyed this!~

[violetstar-arts]

Perfect

Chell looks for Wheatley after he hides himself somewhere deep inside Aperture. A follow-up to @shrimperini ’s “Aperture Ball” comic.

***

Chell wasn’t one to get flustered easily.

She’d had her fair share of admirers throughout the years, almost all of which were swiftly rejected. Sometimes violently. It was deserved, most of the time. She wasn’t ashamed to admit that she wasn’t all that interested in dating and would rather stay single for the rest of her life if she could.

…But then, there was him.

Something about that bundle of nerves that resembled a regular man was inexplicably…appealing to her. The way he stumbled over all of his words. The way he couldn't stop fidgeting with his fingers. His eyes, darting around in every direction besides the person he was holding a conversation with. His smile, stretching a bit too wide, as if he wasn’t sure whether or not to find some random statement that was made funny…

Sure, it was a little awkward. But it was unequivocally genuine. As much as he tried to hide and deny it, anyone with a functioning pair of eyes could see that he wore his heart on his sleeve. Something that Aperture was sorely lacking.

She respected that. Admired it, even. It wasn’t as easy for her to do the same.

It surprised her even more then, when she openly asked him to kiss her on that dancefloor.

Naturally, he dropped her. She was too dazed at that moment to assure him that it was alright, that she wasn’t mad, that they could start over. The next thing she knew, she was sitting in a chair with an ice pack pressed against the back of her head and several people fussing over her. Somewhere in the midst of it all, Wheatley had disappeared. Likely out of embarrassment.

“That dumbass… I don’t know what she sees in him…”

Chell immediately recognized that southern twang as belonging to Rick. She opened her eyes, glancing over at him. His scowl was immediately replaced by a big smile.

“Oh! Hey there, little lady. You feelin’ alright?”

Chell nodded. She heard the teal-eyed woman that helped with her outfit earlier clear her throat.

“Told you so.”

“Indeed,” Chell heard Craig chime in. “She only suffered a mild concussion. There was no need for your outburst towards our fellow coworker earlier.”

Fellow coworker…? Chell gave Rick a questioning look. He rubbed the back of his neck, appearing nervous. Even Craig and the woman seemed to be at a loss for words.

“If no one’s going to say it, I will.” Calvin approached Chell with an uncharacteristically serious expression.

“Rick got into a fight with Wheatley.”

Chell’s initially shocked expression was quickly replaced by anger. She crossed her arms, glaring at Rick. The tall man seemed to shrink a little under her scrutinizing gaze.

“Listen, Calvin’s wordin’ it all wrong! Nothin’ got physical! It was just a verbal fight. An argument. Didn’t lay a hand on him. Hell, I’d lose my job if I’d gone and done that. You know me, I’m s’posed to keep the peace inside this building!”

“With the verbal lashing you gave him, you might as well have laid hands on him…” Craig muttered.

Rick gritted his teeth, eyeing Craig dangerously.

“Watch it, four eyes.”

Craig’s eyebrow raised. “That was weak. If only you’d offered Wheatley the same courtesy.”

“Why you–!” Rick took a step towards Craig. He was unexpectedly blocked by Chell, who’d finally stood up and was pressing her hand against his chest. She shoved him back slightly.

“Where is he.”

Rick sighed, pulling his hat down over his eyes. He shrugged.

“Hell if I know. Halfway through our…little disagreement, he got a call from his folks. Seemed to forget about everything else in an instant. He said some nonsense like ‘ohh terribly sorry mate, i-if it isn’t too much trouble, if it isn’t an inconvenience, look after her please, I-I have to take this, t-terribly important!’ and ran off before I could get another word in.”

Chell narrowed her eyes. Rick could immediately tell that she did not approve of that mockery at all. He coughed awkwardly.

“Anyways, I think I saw him headin’ towards that staircase over there.” He pointed to the left. “Leads to some of the restricted areas–behind the scenes of the test chambers, if you will. I reckon I can turn a blind eye to you snoopin’ around there, as a way to…atone for this misunderstandin’...?”

Chell’s hard gaze softened. She patted him on the shoulder.

“Thank you. But we will be talking about this later. You owe him an apology.”

Rick tugged at the collar of his dress shirt, sweat trickling down the side of his face as her fingernails dug into his shoulder.

“…Right.”

***

Chell made her way down the long staircase that Rick had pointed out to her. Immediately she took notice of the hollow echo her footsteps would make as she headed further down. Eventually, the wall beside her ended, revealing the inner mechanisms of Aperture that spread miles beyond her line of vision. She recognized the enormous, long tubes that connected to the test chambers, sucking items in or spitting them out. They seemed just as endless as the rest of the building, spiraling out in random directions. She never realized just how many of them contained testing cubes until now. She could also see a concerning amount of broken testing materials and shrapnel within some of them. Hopefully, none of those tubes connected directly to a testing chamber. She shuddered at the idea of a test subject standing under a tube, expecting to grab a cube with their portal gun…only to be crushed and shredded by piles of metallic debris.

She reached the bottom of the staircase, coming across a long metal hallway that led to a shut door on the opposite end. A few feet away from the door, she noticed that familiar light blonde hair, sticking out like a sore thumb under the drab, dull, and mechanical colors of Aperture.

Wheatley’s head and arms were resting on the metal railing, his legs dangling off the edge of the bottomless pit below. He was staring off into the distance, his expression unreadable. He didn't seem to notice her until the sound of her clicking heels was inches away. His body jerked forward and he let out a faint wheeze as his chest slammed into the railing. He clearly hadn't been expecting anyone to come down here looking for him.

“Chell?!? What are you–how did you–who let you–”

“Rick told me,” she interjected.

“...Oh,” he replied flatly. Wheatley rubbed his arm.

“I'm guessing he also told you about our little spat?”

“Not everything. But I know about it.”

“I see.”

Chell sat down beside him. Carefully, she let her legs hang off of the balcony in a similar fashion. For a while, neither of them said anything. They simply observed the whirring machinery of Aperture continue its work autonomously, random lights flickering and flashing within the darkness like some sort of artificial moonless sky. It was almost beautiful…if you could ignore the acrid smell of oil, burning lasers, and heavily processed testing gels.

“...Chell?”

She turned her head towards Wheatley. He didn't look back, opting to stare blankly at the pit instead.

“Do you…ever wish you were someone else?”

Chell’s eyes widened. She remained silent, waiting to see what else he would say to her. Wheatley seemed to pick up on this and continued.

“J-just to be clear, I do NOT mean you should change. God, no. I could never. You’re perfect just the way you are.”

A faint blush tinted her cheeks. Her eyes closed, listening intently to every word.

“I just mean…well, it just seems like…perhaps everyone would be less cross with me all the bloody time if I was different, you know? Better somehow. Not constantly rambling or asking questions or talking before I think things through or mucking up everything I touch. If I was just less of a pain to Her, to my coworkers, to my f…brother…maybe then, things would be better. For me. For you. For everyone…”

Wheatley stole a glance at her. He could see that Chell was pursing her lips. Wheatley took that as a sign that she acknowledged what he was saying. And perhaps that she even agreed, to a certain extent. He smiled weakly.

“It’s alright. You don't have to say anything. I get it. I ruined that dance for you. So it's okay! It’s okay if you’re okay with everything I said. Because it's true, isn’t it…?” Wheatley’s voice quivered. “It has to be, otherwise you would’ve said something by no–”

“Wheatley. Stop.”

Wheatley jumped a little, surprised that she’d broken her silence. He finally looked at her directly. She looked so…sad. He swore he could see her tearing up as well, but wasn’t sure if it was just his eyes playing tricks on him.

“...You really think that of yourself?”

Wheatley bit his lip. “Not…precisely. But sort of.”

“Why?”

He sputtered momentarily. “Why? Wh–for the love of–for all the reasons I said, of course! I’m a mess! I genuinely don’t understand why you’ve put up with me for this long! No…no one else has. Not unless they’re obligated to…”

Chell’s head lowered.

“…You said it just now.”

“Wha–?”

“You already have the answer, Wheatley.”

Wheatley went silent for a minute, deep in thought.

“You mean you…like putting up with me…?”

“I’m not putting up with you.”

Chell’s head raised. He could see a certain spark in her eyes. The same one he always saw whenever she successfully solved a test. But there was something…different about it this time. As if she’d reached a different kind of epiphany. Whatever it was, he didn’t expect her next immediate action to be clutching his hands as tight as she could. Almost as if she feared that letting go…meant losing him forever.

His face turned a deep red and his eyes drifted downward, flustered by his own thoughts. He was reading way too deep into this…wasn’t he?

“Wheatley. Look at me.”

He did as she said with very little hesitation. God, her eyes were still mesmerizing. If you could get past the bland grayness and searing intensity of them, it truly was like looking into a kaleidoscope. Shapes and colors of all kinds seemed to reflect so easily off of them. Including his own reflection, which…didn’t seem so bad in her eyes, if he was honest. Warm. Cozy. Inviting. Those were the first thoughts that came to mind. He watched as Chell took a deep breath.

“You’re perfect. Just the way you are.”

Wheatley froze, feeling his heart skip a beat. He fought back the urge to burst into tears then and there, but he could still feel them coming on. He tried to mask it with a brief, uncertain chuckle.

“Chell…” His voice broke. He could already feel the tears streaming down his cheeks. Mission failed. He supposed it was for the best.

“You…you think you’re so clever, don’t you? Throwing my words right back at me…?”

She smiled back at him, shrugging.

“Not really. But it's the truth.”

It was Chell’s turn to be surprised as Wheatley suddenly rested his head on her shoulder. Within a few seconds, he started openly sobbing. Chell pulled him into a hug, letting him bury his face into her chest. She could feel it getting soaked in tears and potential snot, but it didn't matter. Not right now. Not ever.

After some time had passed, she could finally hear his gut-wrenching sobs begin to subside. She gently grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back. She needed him to be looking at her for this.

“Wheatley. Do you remember what you told me while we were dancing?”

Wheatley sniffed, wiping off his tear-stricken face with one of his sleeves. Evidently, he didn't seem to care about the state of his outfit either.

“When I…said you were radiant? Dropdead gorgeous?”

“And?”

Wheatley’s face was starting to turn red again.

“That I…meant it?”

“That’s right.”

Chell leaned in a little closer. His face was officially the color of a tomato.

“When I asked you to kiss me…I meant that too.”

There was a pregnant pause, in which nothing happened. Before they knew it, they had already locked lips with each other.

Anyone who asked after that day would never get a straight answer as to who initiated the kiss. The leading theory was that it was Chell. Being the bold one, it made perfect sense. There were, however, three dissenting voices: Rick, Craig, and Calvin, who apparently caught the pair right as they were about to kiss.

“I tell ya, it was the craziest shit I’d ever seen!” Rick would say every single time.

“Chell was just standin’ there, right? Just bored out of her mind, waitin’ for that idiot to make a move on her for once. All of a sudden, he gets this look in his eye. That look all men get when they finally get the ultimate prize: the heart of a lady. He’s got this shit-eatin’ grin forming on his mouth then pow! He takes the leap! Just plants a big one on her lips ‘fore she starts gettin’ second thoughts about givin’ this loser a chance! Think he even started givin’ her tongue at some point….anyway, if I’m perfectly honest, he became a Real Man that day. He was no longer a joke. He earned my respect at long last. Brought a tear to my eye.”

They were not, in fact, standing. Rick’s testimony continues to be a questionable one with all of its conflicting information and “colorful” language. It remains unclear how much of it is actually the truth.

In addition, whenever he is questioned further, he almost always replies with “It should’ve been me.”

Craig, on the other hand, always seems to answer the question of the kiss in riddles.

“Here’s a fact for you: female Black Widows will kill and eat the males of their species on occasion.”

It's never a real answer the first time, so one must always try again.

“A vast majority of bird species will have males with an extremely vibrant and colorful plumage.”

The third time is usually the charm.

“You may refer to facts one and two for your answer.”

‘Better luck next time’ is a phrase you will have to get comfortable with when speaking with Craig.

And then there is Calvin, who gives the most insightful and passionate answers about what it means to love…in the form of space metaphors.

“You ever thought about the cyclical nature of Earth and all the other planets’ many revolutions around our solar system? Take the relationship between the Earth and our moon, for example. The moon orbits us, so no matter what part of it we can or can’t see, we will be able to see the entirety of it at some point. The Earth and moon will always be together, so long as that gravitational force remains. Awesome, right?”

See? A wonderful response. But ultimately useless.

We may never know the answer of who kissed who first. But does it really matter? At the end of the day, all that does matter is that Chell and Wheatley are happy. Together.