#class is starting lol

[luimagines]

I read one of the asks about the Links wanting to court reader, and Four's got me thinking. Cause being tall IS such a big thing nowaday, but like, what about the short kings (and queens) and the average height peeps. Anyways I wrote this based on that :)

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"He's a little short for my taste." "Nuh uh, Y/n you could do so much better." Bringing your boyfriend to meet your friends was a mistake, you had hoped they would keep their comments concerning his height to themselves, but alas, they were back at it again with their short shaming. Four wasn't even here to defend his honor, part of you was relieved he wasn't there to here the rude remarks, the other was disgusted that they were making them behind his back. So you did your best to quiet their voiced opinions, "Please, I find his height cute. There's plenty to him besides physical attractiveness anyways, although he's definitely not lacking in that department. He's cunning and witty, he's such a sweetie it's adorable, he's an accomplished blacksmith and his handiwork is highly revered where he's from. HE'S highly revered where he's from and-" "Okay okay, we get it. All we're saying is that you could do better hon," one of your friends interrupt with. "I beg to differ," you mumble under your breath, absolutely done with your friends.

Later that day Four walks into his house to see you sprawled on his couch. "Y/n?? Weren't you out with your friends?" "Hmm? Yeah, I left early though, got tired of their rude comments. Hi by the way, sorry 'bout crashing at your place, I just needed to get away for a bit y'know?" You drowsily answered once you realized it was Four speaking. Four frowned at your words as he moved to sit beside you on the couch, jumping on you instead when you refused to scooch over, causing you to squawk in suprise. It didn't take long for the two of you to get comfy after Four was finished laughing at your misfortune. "What were they talking about that made you so upset?" Four asked as he gently ran his fingers through your hair, said actions causing you to relax against him. "Wha- oh," you dumbly replied, stiffening up at the mention of your friends. After a moment of hesitation you continued, "They were making comments about your height. Talking about how short you were and saying I could do better or whatever, just a bunch of crap." Four stayed quiet for a bit, you began to get worried you said too much, but before you could say anything Four spoke, "They're not wrong you know. I am pretty short, and you deserve so much better than-" "Shshshshshsh, nuh uh, nope, stop right there, shush." "But-" "Shhhhhhh," you interrupt again, "Are you short? Yes, absolutely, and I love you all the more for it. It suits you. But under no circumstances am I to here you say that I deserve more than you, am I understood?" Four simply nodded, to suprised to actually say anything. "I left early to get away from hearing that. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and the best thing that ever will happen. No one could make me happier and nothing could make me love you more than you being you Link." The two of you sat there quietly, gears obviously turning in Four's head. "Thank you," he whispered softly, "You have no idea how much that means to me, I love you so much." "I know, I love you too."

Oh that's cute!! <3 :)

Thank you so much for sharing. That was lovely.

I say we should acknowledge shortness more- as someone who is short. (But I have to be honest- mostly in guys. No one questioned it if the girl is the short one) XD

Perfect. Love it.

[notherpuppet]

I finally made a radioapple fankid! Lol idk what his name is but he is a desperate-to-please boyfailure 🥺❤️ he has zero impulse control and a lot of love in his heart

Edit: okay I think I’m just gonna keep it simple and call him “Alfie” 🥹🍎🦌♥️

[saeiken]

luffy .5 seconds before falling off

[leftski-art]

shoutout to BG3 for making me love dragonborn 🔥

[lui-the-cute-snek]

They're just like traffic lights fr fr

[amelia-yap]

QUACK

[raiiny-bay]

some WIPs from the 80s AU i never finished

[habken]

working with a very simple bouncing ball rig and then immediately moving onto bipedal characters is crazy there are so many parts and it is so easy to break things

[sportsthoughts]

Day 87 of offseason gifs - In The Room S05E05 - the pens throw a party to watch the 2016 superbowl!

[botanyshitposts]

Eta on the YouTube video? No rush, just exchange

im gonna be honest man please do not count on me here lmao. my follow through rate for these projects is like 5%. real ones remember gourdquest and other related failed projects i came close to the sun on. if i succeed it will be huge for me on a genuine personal level and it will be the first time i've finished a creative project at all in years but if i do not. neither you nor me should be surprised

[bacchuschucklefuck]

❗❗Official Class Swap Sorcerer!Kristen Post Alert❗❗ you can: look at her

[agentc0rn]

🏮Happy 1st anniversary teal mask!! 🏮Thank you for the many cool memories, awesome mons and characters that we met along the way! Ogerpon the iconic 🙌 I’ve met many cool people on here through shared interests in the story, expressed in many fun arrays of art, writing, memes and etc.

[marblerose-rue]

new lioden king except ive had him for a couple weeks :-)

[chemblrish]

23 May 2024

Finished the last pchem lab report and just like that, I'm done with pchem lab forever :((( I really really really hope I'll manage to sign up for the pchem related elective next semester.

As for this semester, now that pchem lab is over my very general to-do list has shrunken into:

one last ochem test

finish my analysis in ochem lab

one final

Summer break is so close! I'm not excited about the break itself but rather about this semester ending 😅 It's been a tough one and I know for a fact what's made it more bearable is my friends, cliche as it sounds. I'm so happy they're in my life. I hope they can say the same about me

[bonetrousledbones]

who else is feeling really normal about undertale turning nine years old in ten days

[cryobabyy]

Consummation Cooper Adams x Reader

Synopsis: Isolation and survival make you act in strange ways, but all is fair in love and violence.

OR

Cooper is keeping you in a remote and isolated location where he likes to play house with you and you cope by playing along.

Tags: NSFW 18+, drabble/short fic, breeding kink, dub-con, brief mentions of violence, Stockholm syndrome, shower sex, dark themes, by request, barely proofread, p-in-v intercourse, cr3Vm pie.

AN: Howdy! Breeding Kink isn't my thing, so I hope this satisfies all my freaks out there. Please note that this is considerably dark and not fluff. Tbh it will probably make you feel kinda icky (and slightly turned on?). I can't help it y'all I'm Ottessa Moshfegh pilled lol. Also important to note that Cooper is dead ass trying to knock you up in this. Like straight up. If you are looking for something more subtle this is not it I fear 😀. Enjoy!

con·sum·ma·tion (noun) 1: the action of making a marriage or relationship complete by having sexual intercourse." the eager consummation that follows a long and passionate seduction" 2: the point at which something is complete or finalized." the consummation of a sale"

Cooper’s hands always found their way into your hair. When you crawled your way into his morning shower, he sighed as he wrapped his fingers around your wet braid, big arms snaking around your naked waist and pulling you against him. His cheek rested perfectly on top of your head.

“Missed me?” He murmurs against your scalp.

“I was scared you weren’t coming back.” You confess, his chest fluttering against your cheek as he huffs a laugh. The very real possibility of Cooper leaving you here to rot makes you feel cold.

“Don’t be stupid. I’ll always come back to you.”

His hands always ended up in your hair, exactly like how your back always ended up pressed against cold shower tiles; Cooper’s body between your legs, his hand spreading and holding your knees open. You were both delighted and horrified that he could pin you against a wall so easily. The stretch of him pushing in and out of you dampens the horror until all you feel is the warmth of the delight; hazy, muted, heavy, and all over you.

You loved when he fucked you numb.

So numb, you no longer paid mind to the dried blood washing away from his body, thick ribbons of pink water swirling at his feet. There was no ankle monitor strapped against your flesh if he was rolling your clit in his mouth. His hands had taken an orgasm from you before they had held a knife to your throat.

When you held his face between your hands and begged him to cum inside you, it was a thinly veiled plea for your life—for him to put something in you that would keep him coming back. Something that would keep you alive.

With a string of expletives, he obliged. He held you like that for sometime after, lazily pulsing inside you, using the obscene, white leakage to rub his thumb over your swollen clit.

“It’ll take better if you finish, baby.” His labored breath flutters against your mouth as he presses his forehead against yours.

Without a gun to your head, you nodded with a greedy whimper. Your mind hummed with the thought of newlyweds eager to become first-time parents, Cooper rubbing lotion over the taught skin of your growing belly, ultrasound appointments, and baby showers. A tiny, vulnerable thing swaddled in a blanket, pink and screaming—with Cooper’s hazel eyes, chocolate brown hair, and your nose and dimples. A baby with a monster for a father and a coward for a mother. A bastard.

You feel relieved when your orgasm finally rips through you. Somewhere, in the deep recesses of your asinine mind, you felt disgusted too. Cooper’s grip on your thighs began to hurt and the water droplets against your skin began to sting, but it all turned back to spineless fantasy as he lulled you through it with gentle praises

Almost there, sweetheart.

Just like that.

There we go.

Perfect.

Would it be so horrible if you were in love with him? Because you think you are.

Later on, when you’re making him coffee, he comes behind you and rests his hands on your lower belly. Repugnance and tenderness turn in your stomach. Cooper presses a kiss to the top of your head, keeping his mouth there.

“Do you think we could be happy?” He murmurs softly into your hair, thumbs tracing soft circles against your skin.

The monitor around your ankle feels heavy. You remember the sedatives he put in your drink, his wife and children at home, and this plush and comfortable prison he kept you in.

Your eyes flit toward the kitchen knives and you remember you could face the consequences of lodging one in his neck—if you wanted to.

You want to tell him he could never be happy. That his version of it could only be satisfied through violence. But brute force could be soft and safe if you surrendered to it. If you could bend something jagged and serrated into the shape of lovers, would you be spared from the rage inside of him?

“Maybe.” You say flatly, pouring Cooper his cup of coffee.