#hes kissable hes husbandable he is amazing

[kingfisheress]

The beauty within you

Warnings: mentions of murder, insecurity about appearance and body, tooth rotting fluff, grammar and spelling mistakes

It had been an exhausting day, for all of you, Bo, Lester, Vincent, you, hell even for Jonesy it had been. You had been dealing with an particularly big group of tourist, 11 of them, some easier to kill, but some…. Some really were a hard kill, but in the end, you‘ve gotten all of them. The last one of them, who was killed by Vincent himself, was not only throwing things at him, but also gruesome words, like freak, monster and so on. After it was all done, you had asked him , if everything was alright and he of course signed a quick ‘‘Yes, I’m fine.‘‘ But you knew, something was off.

Now as you were walking down the hallway to your shared bedroom, you saw your husband, through the crack through the door, a lightpuddle on the floor before the room. He stood there, mask in his hand, studying his deformed, but incredibly handsome face, a frown on it. You sighed and entered the room, with a light knock on the doorframe, his eyes shooting to where you stood, quick to put his mask back on.

You closed the door behind you, walking towards him. ‘‘Rough day, huh?‘‘,

You asked, carefully, quiet almost as if you were scared, you‘d shoo Vincent off. He only nodded as you wrapped your arms around him, giving him some comfort. After you both stood in silence, you spoke up:

‘‘ If only, you could see the beauty that is within you.‘‘

You pulled him towards the mirror, standing behind him with your arms wrapped around his muscular torso, his hand on top of yours. Your weddings rings rubbing against each other ,causing a clinking sound.

He avoided looking at the mirror, as you grabbed his chin and pulled off his mask. ‘‘You may see an unlovable man in the mirror, but you know what I see? I see the person that matters the most to me in the entire world, the kindest, lovable and most beautiful man there is.‘‘

You paused and took his hands in yours turning them in your grasp, stroking lovingly over his knuckles. ‘‘ I love your hands. Those are the hands of an artist, capable of doing wonderful and amazing things, creating wonderful artworks.‘‘

You carried on, as he didn’t stop you. ‘‘I love your arms, knowing how easy they can lift me up and carry me around.‘‘

‘‘I love your hair, it’s so soft, so long.. I’m so jealous of your hair.‘‘

You still didn’t stop.

‘‘ One of my favourite parts of you is your face…. You have no idea, how beautiful you are. Your eyes remind me of the ocean or the sky… and your lips, so kissable.‘‘ As demonstration, you turned his head towards yours and pressed a love-filled kiss on his lips.

But you know…. My favourite part of you,‘‘, your hands slid upwards, away from his torso, towards his ribcage, resting upon his fast beating heart

, ‘‘is your heart. You love me so good, care so much for me. Your heart is mine and my heart is yours. Forever.‘‘

He turned around and caught your lips in a passionate kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around you. ,, I love you, Vincent Sinclair and I always will.‘‘

As you hugged him, he whispered in his barely used, rough voice

‘‘ I love you‘‘

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[animexts]

Why is Gaara's face so kissable

Just look at him

The most kissable looking man you'll ever meet!

You didn't ask me for anything, but I made it for you baby.

And yes, his face is perfect

Your face is so... kissable

Sumarry: Gaara's face is simply the most kissable of all.

Pairing: Gaara X GN!Reader

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Gaara asks awkwardly during dinner.

"Just…you're so beautiful." You say still staring at him.

"Well thank you, so are you." Gaara says laughing and wiping his mouth.

"You don't understand, I might as well stare at you all day and I wouldn't get tired of it." You say, and see his face redden.

"Thank you my love."

And if you think it's over here, you're very wrong.

Right after dinner, while you two are doing the dishes.

Gaara being the amazing husband he is and helping you with the housework even though he's completely tired with work as a kazekage

You watch his face as he washes the dishes and boy, is he fucking gorgeous.

You take his face with both hands, and bring it closer to yours, kissing his forehead and both cheeks.

"What-"

"Your face is just... too kissable"

[takaraphoenix]

Sun-in-Law

Tags: m/m, established relationship, family fluff

Main Pairing: Apollo/Percy

@polympians-event Prompt: family focus.

Summary: Apollo had lost so many over the span of his life, but for the first time, he had a real family to come home to, and he was grateful for it.

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Sun-in-Law

Apollo loved getting mail. Letters and packages addressed to him. It was a silly thing to find joy in, he was aware – he was the god of the sun, music, prophecies, medicine, he'd seen and caused so much that was magical, inspiring, ever-lasting, impactful, yet here he was, giddily staring down at their electricity bill. Mister Apollo Jackson. Followed by their address. That was, his and his husband's address. Because he was Mister Apollo Jackson now, husband to one Percy Jackson.

He'd had so many fake last names over the years, to pose as a mortal when falling in love, to try and be a normal man and not a god, but none of them had been real. This was the first time he had a real last name. His husband's last name. He'd taken it when they had exchanged their vows.

For the first time in forever, Apollo had a life. A normal life. A husband, a house, bills, neighbors, even a job (technically, he was Doctor Apollo Jackson, but oh well). He did things the way every normal mortal being did. Neighborhood barbecues, Sunday family dinners with his in-laws, meeting his husband for lunch whenever possible, preparing lunch bags for their daughter.

"Are you staring at your name with a stupid smile again, sunshine?"

Apollo jumped ever so slightly at his husband's voice. A blush lit up the Sun God's cheek. Sometimes, it felt like Percy had prophetic abilities of his own. How could he possibly know?

"I'm just getting the mail, sea star," Apollo called back, quickly getting the rest out too.

When he entered the kitchen, he found his beautiful, amazing husband in the middle of preparing dinner. Percy Jackson was stunning. Even as a retired hero, still athletic, well-trained, his eyes the ever-sparkling endless depth of the sea, his very, very kissable lips pulled into a teasing grin.

Percy was the greatest hero their world had seen in so many centuries, he'd been wooed and beloved by countless demigods and gods alike. Yet Apollo was the one who could count himself so lucky to be loved by the demigod. And for the first time, Apollo was allowed to love. Percy didn't get turned into a plant, or a constellation, or die otherwise. No, he was so strong, he could hold his own against any god – or titan, or giant, as proven in the wars.

"Papa! Papa, look!"

Apollo's attention was drawn away from his captivating husband and down to their daughter. Well, in all technicality, she was Apollo's granddaughter – a daughter of his son Asclepius, the god of medicine, her mortal mother having died when she was still very little. Too little to be at a Summer Camp, too alone to be abandoned. Percy had fallen in love with her so fast and so hard, it had been his idea for them to adopt her, and it had warmed Apollo's heart. Now she was theirs. Little Ariana Jackson, her fathers' pride and joy. Smiling at her, Apollo knelt down next to her.

"Oh, that's a pretty picture, sweetheart," Apollo smiled as he looked at the crayon drawing.

He smoothed down her wild, dark-brown hair and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, making her giggle. They had made a beautiful home together, him and Percy. A normal home. The kind Apollo had only ever gotten to dream of. Yes, he still had his duties on Olympus, but especially after his father's unjust punishment, Apollo had few qualms not being as diligent. If he king of gods thought they could do without him, then who was he to argue.

What had started out as a punishment had in the end been what drew Apollo and Percy close and even after Apollo regained his godhood, they remained friends. Apollo kept dropping by, visiting Percy at college, annoying Percy, hanging out with Percy, falling in love with Percy. It was a bit ironic, perhaps, that what had put them together in the first place had been Apollo fighting to get his place on Olympus back, only for him in the end to more or less give it up willingly. What mattered here was the choice. This was his choice. His choice to be with the one he loved.

Yes, he would like to take Percy to Olympus. Make him a god, know him immortal and protected. Not as long as Paul and Sally were alive though. Percy refused to leave the mortal world as long as his parents were still on it. So they compromised, and Apollo had come to live here, live a normal, mortal life with the man he loved, until Percy was ready to accept godhood and move on.

It had started out as a compromise, Apollo could have never anticipated how much he would come to love it. Love this life with all its facets, fall in love with all the small, mundane things.

"If you don't mind, how about setting the table before everyone gets here?"

"Ri—ight," Apollo got up again and walked back to the kitchen. "Sorry, our adorable daughter is very, very distracting. Setting the table now, my love."

There was a particular, little smile he always got when calling Percy 'my love'. Leaning in, Apollo kissed his husband's cheek before he went to set the table out in the backyard for eight. Their house had a beautiful, large garden with a pool – Apollo did not marry a son of Poseidon to then not spoil him with a sea-water pool; he may lead a mortal life right now for the sake of his husband, but he was still a god and he was going to spoil his consort! The garden though, admittedly, was mainly pretty thanks to Apollo's half-sister Persephone. One of his favorite half-siblings, the two were close. The beautiful garden had been her wedding present to them.

"Ba—abe, doorbell," was screamed at him about twenty minutes later. "I would, but chicken."

Apollo huffed out a small laugh at that and hurried back in, after one last glance at the table. Cutlery, plates, napkins, he'd also prepped and served the salad already. Looking good. Pleased, he went to open the door for their guests, offering a bright, sunny smile.

"Mom, dad! So good to see you."

Paul Blofis winced at that. "I told you not to call me that. It's just… weird."

Next to him, his wife laughed and elbowed him. "Fairly sure that's exactly why he's doing it. Hello, Apollo, it is good to see you too. How are you boys?"

Sally pulled him into a warm, loving hug. She had a gift for those. And for making people feel like family. Coming from an awkwardly broken home himself – an affair of Zeus', which of course meant his parents didn't raise him together, and which also implied the anger and disdain from his dear stepmother – he had been very overwhelmed by how warmly he was welcomed into the Jackson family after he had started dating Percy.

"Hi, Polly, where's my brother?" Laura asked, already pushing past Apollo. "And my niece!"

The young Jackson deeply admired and loved her older half-brother. She liked Apollo too, but only after she got her Percy hugs in. Grinning amused at her, Apollo pointed toward the kitchen and she zoomed right off to attach herself to Percy's waist like a clingy octopus. It should be more awkward, that Percy's sister and Percy's daughter were only a few years apart, but Laura had been absolutely psyched to be the older one for a change, and she took being 'best auntie' very seriously. As soon as she had enough Percy hugs, she turned her attention to little Ariana.

"Brother!" Tyson greeted him loudly and enthusiastically.

Apollo grunted as the cyclops hugged him hard and lifted him off the ground by a couple inches. Percy's brother had fully accepted Apollo into the family and was very happy about how happy Apollo made Percy. Apollo gasped for breath once he was put down again. Cyclops hugs were tight. Next to Tyson, Tyson's fiance simply smiled at him and waved. Ella was a good one. She worked closely with Rachel a lot, and Apollo in return still worked with his chosen oracle, so on occasion, he also spent time with Ella, outside of Jackson family events.

"Okay, that's everybody. Let's move this party to the backyard, I already set the table."

On their way to the backyard, they of course paused in the kitchen so everybody could properly greet Percy and also Ariana. The little girl giggled delighted as her uncle Tyson lifted her up onto his shoulders, her tiny fingers reaching out for Ella to pet her feathers.

"Hey, mom," Percy's voice was muffled by his mother's shoulder. "How are things?"

"Exhausting," Sally's eyes landed on Laura. "Half the time, it feels like I am too old to go through all of this again. I should be in my grandma era."

"You are rocking the grandma and the mom gig," Percy grinned at her. "And you know, whenever you and Paul need a break, me and my hubby are more than happy to babysit my awesome sister."

The hubby in question also grinned and offered a thumbs-up to Sally. He indeed was always willing to babysit Laura and help out in any way he could – he always had, at first in an attempt to endear himself to Paul and Sally, but by now, simply because he loved them. Because they were his family.

"Dinner smells delicious, Perce," Paul offered a smile, patting Percy on the shoulder.

"Ye—es, and I am starving," Tyson pushed past them so he could help carry something out.

Percy laughed at his brother and motioned at everything that was ready to go. Everyone picked something up, so they could finally get to dinner. Sunday family dinners were so important to them all. Once a week, they made the time to eat together. Sally and Paul alternately hosted these dinners with Percy and Apollo. Apollo took his seat at one side of the table, next to his husband, with Sally and Paul opposite them, Tyson and Ella on one side and Ariana and Laura on the other.

"How is school, Laura?" Apollo asked his sister-in-law.

She wiggled her nose at him and frowned. "I do not care for math."

Percy choked on his food, laughing hard. Concerned, Apollo reached over to pat him on the back. Sea-green eyes looked at him, sparkling with love and amusement. Once he was calmed down again, Percy leaned in to kiss Apollo on the cheek, ever so softly. Apollo knew why. Because Percy loved how much Apollo cared about their family, that Apollo didn't just love Percy, his consort, but the whole package deal of Jacksons (and Apollo really thought that Paul should have done as he did and taken the Jackson name when him and Sally had gotten married. Tyson went by Jackson too).

"I'm afraid you will need math to finish school, princess," Paul chuckled, patting her head.

"But I don't wanna finish school," Laura's frown deepened. "I've decided that I will work at the forges with Ty! And Ty never-ever went to school at all!"

Apollo laughed at that and leaned back, letting the mortals at the table take this one, because things were different for him, as a god, and for Tyson, as a cyclops too. Tyson was working at Poseidon's forges. Ella was working as a librarian in New Rome. And Percy, well, Apollo's amazing husband had followed Paul and Chiron's steps and become a teacher. Apollo loved that, loved seeing Percy with the kids. His hand reached out to link fingers with Percy, while the Jacksons tried to convince Laura that school was important, actually (a tough point to argue with two teachers). A soft smile spread over Apollo's lips as he watched the family he loved so dearly. His family.

~*~ The End ~*~

[odetodilfs]

5 more minutes, please...

Sooo, finally Marcus Moreno is getting a fanfic!! I got a request for Marcus fluff from a discord friend, so I made this.

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x male!reader Content: Fluff, established relationship (engaged) and slight NSFW at one part.

You and Marcus sighed as the alarm went off, groaning in tiredness as Marcus put your chest against his face, you rubbed your eyes and looked at Marcus as the alarm kept going, “My love, we have to get up” you whispered sweetly at your man, who was awake but shutting his eyes, you looked at the beautiful man huddled to you and you clicked “postpone” on your phone, “There love, we’ve got 7 more minutes, just because you’re so pretty” you complimented, he smiled, 

“Thank you babe” he said, nuzzling your side.

“Do you want eggs or toast this morning?” he asked you,

“Well…” you thought, anything he made was delicious, “I want toast today, just to change it up a bit” you smiled, “Toast it is then,” he said as he smiled and cuddled you even tighter, “Goddamn it, why are you so cute?” you asked him, kissing his forehead, he smiled as he basked in the feeling of being told you loved him, he always loved it so much for no reason, “Mmmm” he sighed, his smile making his lips look even more kissable.

You had to pick between staying safe and warm in bed or to go outside the covers to be able to kiss Marcus. You realized kissing your man was much more important than warmth and you leaned in and kissed him on the lips, you could feel his beard prickle your face, he grabbed your arm that he was cuddling and pointed to the ring on your hand, “Who are you marrying?” he asked cheekily, knowing the answer, “You, my love,” you said as you brought him in yet for another kiss, “my beautiful soon-to-be husband” you praised him, you loved that man with your full heart, “Babe-” he whined, “What is it, my Marcus?” you asked him, 

“Will you take my name when we get married?” he asked you with puppy eyes, you smiled, you wanted to have his last name too, “I’d be more than happy to” you replied as you went in to kiss him yet again, he flipped over and the kiss started to get heated, just as you were about to slide your hand into his pants the alarm went off.

“Ughhh, I don’t wanna go to work” he whined as you started to get up, you started to drag him out of bed by his foot, “Oh no, you’re going to work my love, whether you want to or not” you laughed and eventually he joined in, once he was finally up you pulled him in for a sweet kiss on the lips again, the way his beard felt against your cheeks was indescribable, it felt so damn amazing and you felt so safe, “I’ll go make breakfast” he said, definitely more cooperating after the kiss, “I’ll get your clothes, darling” just like you always did, “So, toast, right?” he asked again, “Yeah” “Well, I’ll have it done in a bit” and he wandered off to make breakfast, your fiance was so incredible.

[mycupofteafanzine]

My Cup of Tea contributor announcement: part 2!

We are excited to share our list of writers and cosplayers in the zine! You can also find our artists here. See below the cut for links to their socials and their answers to the question: Why do you love Martin?

Writers

milkteamoon | tumblr Ao3

I really love how contradictorily human he is! He's a little guy. He's kind of a bitch. He wants so badly to be the sensitive artist type and yet will encourage murder against those whom he perceives to have wronged him at the drop of a hat. He's incredibly kissable and should be kissed by anyone and everyone, I think, for his health.

crescenttwins | tumblr carrd

Martin is this lovely exploration of a person who is deeply affected by trauma but still ends up able to be kind at the end of it.

Morning Softness | tumblr

He’s just such a great complex character. He does his absolute best in a job he’s not at all qualified for, determined to go above and beyond so no one will complain about his work ethic, even when the demands placed on him are ridiculous or dangerous. He’s anxious but he’s also brave and stubborn. He’s jealous and bitter and petty and sarcastic. He’s kind and optimistic and gentle. He’s a poet. He’s incredibly practical, and is better at showing care to others through his actions than his words. He holds onto guilt because he’s convinced it helps him do better. He tries so hard to be needed because he thinks it’s the only way anyone would want him, and he feels like it would be manipulative of him to expect or even want anything in return. He makes an effort to care about others and help in any way he can, even though it is an effort, even when it isn’t returned.

Pine | tumblr

In "Big Picture," Martin says to Simon Fairchild "I think our experience of the universe has value. Even if it disappears forever." I think it may be the most hopeful statement in TMA (not that it has a great deal of competition!), and I thought about it a lot while season five was airing. (And I love, too, how Martin may have been a hypocrite about it, unwilling to let the universe disappear.)

Saint | tumblr Ao3

Golly gee what a question. I guess the biggest thing is I love how full of seemingly diametrically-opposed contradictions he is: his genuine sweetness and kindness vs his very serious desire to see the violent death of people he's perceived to have wronged him, his dorky poetry vs the fact that he's the kind of person to use the word "ontological" in casual conversation, his capacity for love and compassion vs his proclivity for isolation. Also he has the best voice.

Cosplayers

Shashamisen | tiktok

He hit me as the most human-like character to me. Blame it on the beautiful voice acting or the discreet complexity of how his character was written, but I started loving him for how much I related, and stayed for the cutest awkward love I've ever seen.

Bow | insta tiktok

The obvious reason is that I see so much of my current, but especially younger, self in him, but I also love him because to me, he is the character in TMA who goes through the most growth and comes into himself. I love seeing his journey of self discovery and emotional strength.

Kaedan | tiktok

He became a comfort character immediately. His patience, his sweet nature, the way he stutters when he's flustered (just like me,) it all felt like a cool breeze in the fire that is the horror that is TMA. His life and traumas mirror my own, and the way he comes out of it with kindness and an unexpected fierceness is amazing to me. The way he underhanded Elias AND Peter impresses me constantly.

Alex | tumblr tiktok

He is my husband and I adore him.

Slush/Hailey | insta tiktok tumblr twitter

To me, he is the heart of The Magnus Archives! Martin is always showing his most human side to those around him and never lets the horrors around him stop him from being a good person. Like so many on this zine, I see a lot of myself in Martin Blackwood. There's so much of myself I see in him, yet there's so much more I want to be. He's kind and thoughtful. He's soft, but he finds his courage and shows that he can be quite tenacious and clever! He's constantly underestimated, especially by himself, but shows them up with confidence and sass. He doesn't let the horrible things that have happened to him make him hard and is never afraid of being his true self. I also find our relationships with the Lonely incredibly similar. Essentially, it's been quite a long time since I've found a character that is so much like myself, and gives me hope that I can also make the same changes in my life as him to grow and become a better person. Hopefully that doesn't include being stalked by a worm lady.

[rosedom]

İ don't even know u but hear me out

Kazuha ☹️💗

He's so handsome, cute, pretty, beautiful, gorgeous, kissable, smashing, lovely, sweet, attractive, good-looking, elegant, charming, pleasant, neat, hot, stunning, breathtaking, exquisite, delicate, dainty, alluring, captivating, goodly, adorable, divine, eye-catching, tempting, bootylicious, photogenic, wholesome, desirable, jaw dropping, amazing, come-to-bed type, charismatic, dazzling, elegant, husband material

Father of my kids

i don't even know u but. so true. so true 🔥🔥 speak ur truth !!

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Wei Ying, A-Yuan and the Wen siblings go to the mountainside for a weekend. Wei Ying is amazing on the snowboard and he carries A-Yuan on his shoulders while he slides down the steepest slopes, the child's laughter echoing into the mountains.

They accidentally run into a ski class when Wei Ying takes a bit of a sharp turn, however he narrowly manages avoiding one of the little students.

"Watch where you're going, loser!" The kid yells. "No respect for those learning!"

"Lan Jingyi." A calm, baritone voice interrupts Wei Ying's incoming response. "We are having a break. Return to the cabin with your classmates."

"Yes, Hanguang-Jun!"

The man helps Wei Ying up and dusts A-Yuan off snow. He is incredibly kind but also incredibly handsome.

"Um, sorry about disrupting your class..." Wei Ying says, trying not to blush at the proximity of this tall, muscular man with honeyed eyes and long flowing hair.

"It is fine. Be more careful, especially with your child on your back. Accidents happen here often."

"Yeah, I know... a-anyway, I should probably-"

"Baba! Let me learn how to ski!" A-Yuan shouts as he comes running, with Lan Jingyi, his new friend, in tow. "Jingyi says only losers don't know how!"

Wei Ying turns red. "Yeah well I don't know! Am I a loser too?!"

"Yes!!" Lan Jingyi shouts in response and sticks his tongue out. Wei Ying is indeed about to fight a 7 year old today-

"I could teach you." Hanguang-Jun says. "And your child."

And Wei Ying can't say no, but "I... I'd love that but we can't really afford it..."

"No need."

"But I need to pay you-"

There is a teasing little smile on the corner of Hanguang-Juns very kissable lips. "I am certain we can work something... mutually beneficial out."

Wei Ying feels himself getting impossibly hot under the collar.

He's definitely going to be getting a lot more than skiing skills out of this.

(He gets a husband. And a mountainside resort.)

[lxdymoon0357]

Ayyy! Assign your mutuals as some of your favorite manhwas!

I ALSO WANTED TO DO THIS!!!!

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Remarried Empress: @d10nsaint (know, yes I know this manhwa is quite overrated, but the art-design is very aesthetic and eye-pleasing and the characters are quite well developed as compared to other manhwas and the villainess is absolutely kissable like you <;3)

Beware of the Villainess: @rouecentric (I absolutely loves this manhwa and I still do! It's my second most comforting manhwa. The characters are quite well developed and the art style is very comforting and the memes are top-tier. Also you have an absolutely kissable and huggable, wolf, softy male lead!! I love HIM and YOU!!!!)

The Villainess Is A Marionette: @dxmoness (A beautiful art-style, just like you! Also you have a bunch of beautiful characters, whom are all horrible, but at-least they're pretty? Also the main characters are amazing and gorgeous, but more than you, but still very beautiful!)

Death Is the Only Ending For the Villainess: @imbouttasue (Another one which has a good art-style, with an amazing strong female lead and horrible male leads....It's okay cause the beauty of the female lead and other female character makes us forget the shitty brothers and father, also the plot is god-tier and goddamn amazing!!!! With a hot, blood-thirsty, little-meow meow, crown prince!!!!)

The Villainess reverses the hourglass: @fuoon (A strong Female lead and another one with horrible family issues, but the female lead's parents are absolutely simpable....They total milf and dilf materials...sadly....Also the villainess was thrown the wrong way about commoners by her dumbass maid...amazing art-style, strong female leads, puppy male leads)

Siren's Lament: @honestly-oceanie (An amazing story about heart-break, sirens and water...-3-..I love water....<3 Also the story includes some of the cutest characters and an amazing plot about a girl, her crush and a siren friend who shares his siren curse with her and whom helps her find a way out for both of them! My no. 3 comfort manhwa)

Who made me a princess: @yonokomizuka  @myearts-uwu (Both of them are my older moots, from the Rashta/Jennette lover, Rashta X Navier and Jennette X self-love times...Good times, but this manhwa was the first every manhwa I ever encountered...It has a good a good art-style, with amazing women in it!!! Diana, Jennette, Penelope, Lily, and Myra!!!! All are amazing and this manhwa describes these two the best, for half-their content is this manhwa only and the 'who made me a princess' tag is only surviving thanks to these two! Love you!)

I became the Hero's Rival: @mayuisyuki (Mayu, me dear summer child. Though we don't talk often, your comedy is top-tier, also I have a feeling you freeze when you get into contact with the opposite sex...No matter, how hot they are....Also your sweetness might pull in a hot pair of siblings, yet also jealous competition...Love you tho<3)

Father, I don't want this marriage: @meenasmagic (A beautiful ass, female lead with a hot ass father and male lead...The art work does confuse me from time to time, but it's amazing! The female lead's father does love her but he hides it so nothing happens to her, and he regrets it and after the time has been reset, the father and the daughter are both out to make things right!!!...Wrong explanation, I know!)

Miss-not-so-sidekick: @parad0xang3l  (my No. 1 comfort manhwa. An amazing female lead, who knows her way around using memes and acting, her hot mage husband and a hot knight and one prince, with an obnoxious female lead who thinks she's all that...Yes I enjoy such female leads, especially when they lose everything and also, Yoko is my comfort teddy.)

Your throne: @dion-s-lawyer (A powerful female lead with her Lesbian friend and annoying and possessed prince fiancée...I love this manhwa, but it's quite complex for my dumb little mind...But the power of Lesbians in this really overpowers everything, her brother is hot as well and so is her childhood friend...)

The marronnier farm near the imperial palace: @sidra-29 (An adorable manhwa, fit for our baby Sidra. The female leads owns a farm right in the imperial palace and wins over everyone's heart with her amazing cooking skills and though she has jealous fans, she gets past those as well!!! I love this manhwa, but it's not complete...:(((( ...)

The way to protect the female lead's older brother: @that-one-pretty-bitch (She's deadly, beautiful and amazing...What else does Oliara need in her life? Oh right! A beautiful yet shitty family and an equally handsome and gorgeous husband!!! Also an obsession with blood and beauty!! Can probably seduce everyone, the art-style of this manhwa ais just as deadly, cause once you start reading this, you can't stop...)

0397.. : @broken-mandolin0357 @nana-hiki (My manhwa!!! Not introduced to the world yet..but still want to give you all a sneak peek of what's inside. The story if of a girl with her twin brother, who's stuck inside a lab which does illegal experiments on kids and so it's upto her and other kids whom she ahs never met before to escape this place, into a place, while they train to be amazing assassin by the girl's father figure and family figures!!! Not good at explaining, but still love it!)

Tsundere delinquent Bully: @ramblehour (not a manhwa, but deserves a special mention for staying in my mind 24/7 and stop me from thinking of anything else..I'm not lying I constantly have thoughts of this and at-least I have someone who shares this same obsession with me!!! Love you Moki!!)

The first night with the duke: @honeyandbiscuitandtea-cafe (Love this manhwa, it has enough amount of angst and enough amount of action for me!! This is the type of manhwa, which you don't get bored of reading because it has some good scene and it has a calm setting, not to actiony, not to angsty, not too funny, just enough of all the good things!!! Love this manhwa!)

Limited time extra: @meow-meow-potato (the moment I saw the art-style I fell in love, the story does include a horrible family, but it also includes the power of art and talent, also a cute love-story between the female lead and her fiancée! Also a bit of heart-break, but I love this!!!)

[coastielaceispunk]

The Gift of Lingerie

Kinktober22: Lingerie/Stockings with Maxwell Lord

Maxwell Lord x f!reader 

A Man’s World-Verse

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Language, established relationship, family fluff, switch!Maxie and switch!reader, lingerie kink (men’s and women’s), edging, some orgasm denial, thigh riding, lots of praise (good boy and good girl), light mocking, touch of begging, dry humping, fingering, oral f receiving, unprotected PinV, creampie, cumplay.

Masterlist | Kinktober Outline | Absurdthirst’s Kinktober Prompt List

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It is finally Friday. The Friday you’ve been looking forward to for quite a while now. A Friday of surprises for your dear husband, Maxwell. He has been such a good boy and deserves the gifts you are about to bestow on him today. He also has a very big day of meetings as an investor of a new green-energy wind farm company, and it's been forever since he has had to business up and perform. So, yes, Max deserves his treats and deserves to enjoy them with you.

You leave earlier in the morning than he does, so as part of your routine you lay out his pressed black slacks, white button down, and deep burgundy tie. This morning is a little more open because Alistair is away at Science Camp for a long weekend; he was so excited to finally go. Talked about it all summer. Max, on the other hand, was reluctant, “He’s just growing up so fast.” Sweet man is so worried and stressed he needs the distraction, and comfort, today.

After making sure his jacket is hanging ready, you place his white undershirt and one last touch. His first treat of the day and accompanying card of encouragement, luck, and instructions. 

Prior to leaving, you turn to take him in, still sleeping. Max is twisted in the sheets, laying face down in his pillow with his arms above his head, his bare back exposed and so kissable. His beautiful face is relaxed and his open mouth is releasing little snores. Damn he’s adorable. All rumpled and soft. You plant a little good-bye kiss on his temple and he smiles lazily in his slumber. After one last rub of his warm back, because you can’t help yourself, you pull away to depart so you don’t wake him. He still has forty-five minutes before his alarm. Off to the office you go, excited to see the state he is in when you return home to him.

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Max wakes to his offensive alarm with a jolt. As he sits up with a groan, he rubs the remaining sleep from his eyes, then it sets in why he is up this early. His nerves start to take over while he sips his cup of coffee, coffee you had made during your morning routine, and they only get worse during his shower. Max finds himself staring at the water running down his arms. He is zoning out, but he's got to get himself together. He can do this. 

With his towel around his waist he drys his curls and steps back out into the bedroom. The house is so quiet without you or Alistair here. It's now that he realizes he doesn’t like to be alone anymore. Thinking of how far he has come, his gaze finds where you have set out his clothes for the day. Max throws the smaller towel on the bed and mutters, “Oh sweetheart, I don’t deserve you.” He speaks it into the empty room like you can hear him.

There’s a note and something wrapped in gray tissue paper on top of his undershirt.

“What’s this?”

My dearest Husband,

You will be amazing today, tell your nerves you’ve got this because you do! I believe in you, my love. Seriously though, being a little nervous is natural and hopefully I can offer you a tiny distraction so you can be your best! Open your first treat of the day now…I will wait.

Max reaches for the gift with a shining grin, thinking he couldn't love you more  than he does right now in this moment, then he opens the paper and his smile falls as his jaw drops at what he sees.

Maxwell, I want you to wear these sexy black briefs under your work clothes today, feel the silky material all day, and most importantly…for me baby…DO NOT COME. If you’re a good boy you will get the rest of your treat right when I get home, and all night long. I can’t wait to see you in them. 

Be good pretty boy, and do great!

I love you Maxie!

“Fuck sake,” Max breathes as he picks up the black material to feel it through his fingertips, “how am I supposed to…”

Soft. Silky. Smooth. It feels so fucking good in his hands. He has to wear them…for you. Now he is excited for the day. He rips his towel off and slides the briefs up his long legs, when he settles the waistband at his hips…he moans. Max can’t help it when he roughly grabs his cock over the soft material to adjust himself in the crotch. Fuck. He starts to stroke his growing length, he was already half hard from your note alone. When he shudders he remembers your words and reluctantly removes his palm. He will be hard as a rock all day.

Max finishes getting dressed, learning just how sensitive he is to the silky briefs. Every major movement rubbing his cock just right and he curses his love for lingerie. He knows why you did this, he knows you know he is very tactile and gets so turned on by the soft sensations. Having something on his person all day making him this hot will be a challenge, one in which he gladly accepts for you. 

His ride to the meeting is pretty uneventful, except for the fact that he has remained hard in his slacks. The less movement he makes, the less he will have to strangle a groan in his throat. It's only when he’s moving from standing to sitting, and vice versa, does it really get him, so the long meetings help. Max had to cover a whimper with a cough just once when he got too comfortable and rolled his hips to situate in his seat. Big mistake. Directly after that meeting he nearly ran to the bathroom to shove his hand down his pants in the stall to relieve some of the pressure. So soft. So smooth against his sensitive tip. Fuck. Max releases himself with a growl, your words echoing in his head…DO NOT COME.

You have never edged him for this long. He can’t stand it and he loves it. His dick rests tucked in his waistband for the rest of the day, with no sign of ever softening in the silky underwear.

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All day you think of Max. Is he enjoying his challenge? Is he following your instructions? He’s a good boy, he will. Oh, he’s going to be a needy mess, it’s going to be a great night. You’re so eager to get home to him now you’re holding the wheel too tight as your thoughts of Maxie start to run wild.

You’ve known about his infatuation with lingerie and stockings for a long while. He’s like most men, they love their pretty girl wrapped in something sexy and dainty and alluring. You learned quickly it was a little more for Maxwell. He loves the look sure, but he also gets off on the feel. His fingertips love to trace the lace edges and seams all over your body. He loves the look of his hand tightly underneath the patterns and see through material. He can’t keep his hands off your legs when you are walking around in your thigh highs. You have been late to many dinners and events due to him rubbing up against you while you get ready in the mirror. Him being so desperate with his hands and cock makes you wet just thinking about it. You always give in to him and let him take you. Max gives and takes pleasure so damn well.

Max also loves lingerie because he can ruin it. He worships you in it most times but then there are the more feral times where he wants nothing more than to stain it and rip it off of you. You secretly hope he didn’t ruin his new briefs today because you want to watch him do it. In the past you’ve taken your discarded nylons and jerked him off with them in your hand, squeezing them around his cock. Max was so loud you had to shove your other nylon in his mouth and he came so quickly it surprised both of you. He made you come five times that night.

All your reminiscing made your drive home quick and you are now pulling in the driveway. You turn the key in the front door and as soon as you walk in you are greeted by Max’s hands on either side of your face pulling you into a desperate, hungry kiss. He is dressed only in his long robe, loosely open, with his silky black briefs underneath. So hot. 

“Hi, baby, how are you?” You grin into his kisses placing your hands onto his exposed freckled chest in an attempt to calm him down.

“Please, darling, I was so good all day. I didn’t come. I waited for you like you said. Please. Please.” Max begs in between harsh pants with his mouth on yours. You glance down to see just how needy he is and gasp, the thin fabric hiding nothing, the large damp spot darkening the briefs from a full day of leaking pre-cum.

“I believe you, baby boy,” you reach down to cup his balls and he whines, “you feel so good filling out these sexy little briefs, Maxie. You’re almost too big, look at you, so needy.”

Max whimpers as he latches his mouth to your neck, his hands pushing off your blazer and bag. 

“Are you ready for your next surprise, handsome?”

He nods his head vigorously and his hands grab at every part of you as you continue to stroke him over his underwear. You haven’t even left the foyer and his knees are already faltering under your touch. That’s when you turn in his tight grasp. “Look baby,” you place a hand on the back of his neck so he looks down to watch as you hike up your sensible black pencil skirt to reveal his other gift. 

Max moans in your ear, deep and hot, while staring at the tops of your thighs as you unveil your burgundy red garter belts that connect your new matching lace lingerie and nude stockings. His hands roughly grab your hips, his fingers slinking under the edges of the lace immediately. As you push your ass back against his cock, pulling his lips to yours with the leverage, you whisper, “I matched your tie today, and I wore my lingerie all day, just like you baby boy, and I can confirm I am just as wet as you are.”

That’s when Max snaps with a growl and pushes you against the front door. He rips your blouse off, buttons flying in every direction, so he can see the rest of you. The rest of his present. He pulls your skirt down and over your ass and it drops to the floor alongside his robe. The both of you stand pressed flush against each other in the foyer of your home with nothing on but sexy lingerie.

Max starts to dry hump the round of your ass, making the most erotic sounds. He cannot help himself and it’s so fucking hot. You hold on to the back of his neck and his thick forearm for dear life as he ruts you into the door. 

“That’s it, Maxie, come in your new underwear. Ruin them, I know you want to. Then you can ruin mine too.”

“Fuck! Fuuuck…” Max’s hips stutter then he stills when he lets out a ragged cry. He comes for a long time, you can feel him pulsing at your lower back as he holds you tight to him caressing the lingerie under your breasts. His breathing is harsh as he slumps against you further. “Oh my fucking god, that felt fucking amazing, I need more, please sweetheart, I’m still hard and I need to be inside of you, please.”

You lean off the door and pull him by his hand to the bedroom, he’s a little sluggish after such a powerful orgasm but he's ready and on you as soon as he pushes you onto the bed. You feel him throb within his soaked briefs when he lays his weight on your body. Edging him all day was so worth it. 

After having his tongue in your mouth for a few minutes, Max finally starts to really appreciate what you’re wearing for him. He bites at the deep red dainty straps. He mouths your nipples through the thin lace, making you moan his name. He caresses your stomach where the teddy beautifully lays across it, sliding his large hand underneath appreciating the pattern. Then his hot mouth finds your clit over the lace and he hums, “So wet for me, darling, so beautiful.”

“Always for you, Maxie.” 

Then he has you panting in a matter of seconds as he hungrily sucks on the fabric stretched over your cunt. His hands squeezing your ass, holding you to his face. When he opens his lips wide to have all of you in his mouth, you look down, shocked by the sensation to find him watching you with lust blown hooded eyes. Max is drunk on you, has been since you walked through the door. You whine, it’s so much and not enough. Max doesn’t hesitate knowing what you need and bites the seam of your lingerie to move it to the side. You yelp and grab at the sheets frantically. That's when he inserts two thick fingers into your pussy.“Here, sweetheart, something for you to come on before I give you my cock.”

As he starts to fuck you on his fingers, Max leans back to take you in and remove his ruined underwear. He moves to straddle your leg as he keeps his pace that has you writhing beneath him. Max starts to rock back and forth over your stocking covered thigh and groans as the soft material gives him some much needed friction. You place your hand on his hip as he times his soft thrusts with his hand between your legs. You can’t help but stare at his strong body, the freckles over his stomach that you’ve mapped and kissed, the ripple of his muscles as he moves above you. You’re so close, your eyes rolling back, and then you scream when he presses his soiled briefs against your swollen clit with his thumb.

“Isn’t - it…doesn’t - it - feel - amazing,” Max pants above you and then you’re seeing stars as your orgasm rips through you and soaks his hand. “Fuck, sweetheart, I could come again just like this, but I have to be inside this sweet cunt.”

You’re still reeling from your release as you feel him situate between your thighs and thrust into your pussy with one steady push. You moan and he moans back at you. He hikes your legs up around his waist, his soft tummy pressed against your own, and that's when you realize you are still very much clothed in your lingerie. Max never removed a thing from you. He is really enjoying his treat. 

“Maxie,” you whine as he sets a brutal pace, both of you slightly overstimulated.

“Maaxiee,” he whines back at you, “I love when you’re so fucked out all you can do is cry my name. Such a good girl, treating me so well today. Thank you darling, now come again on my cock, one more baby, and I will fill you up.”

All you can do is whimper and pant as he fucks you deep into the bed, the canopy frame swaying above you. You worked him up all day and this is your reward. Fuck yes. 

Max sucks on your nipple over the lace as his fingers find your clit again to throw you over the edge. He fucks you hard as you come all around him, clenching him tight inside you. Max bares his teeth, chasing his own second release, and with the remaining energy you have you unlock your ankles to caress his ass and thighs with your nylon covered legs. His eyes roll back at the sensation. “Oh fuck yes,” he chants and then he stills deep inside you, his mouth open for a silent cry as his face contorts into ultimate ecstasy. His cock throbs as he pumps you full of his come and he shudders when he falls on top of you, spent. 

After a few moments catching your breath, stuck together with sweat, he leans up sharing a sloppy kiss. He pulls out of you with a groan then smiles down at himself and the mess you’ve made together.

“What is it?”

“I just feel incredible, darling, this is the first time all day my cock hasn’t been hard as steel.”

You both laugh, and then you quietly gasp as his fingers lightly touch your puffy lips to collect some of your combined release, Max becomes entranced as he drags it over the delicate lace over your stomach. All you can do is sigh happily as he ruins your lingerie too. 

“I am so happy you enjoyed your treats, baby boy, you deserved them.” 

Max kisses you again before getting up to stretch and get you cleaned up, but you follow him to the bathroom. You wrap your arms around his tummy and look at him in the mirror, he’s glowing and relaxed, just how you wanted him.

“Why don’t you undress me, handsome, we can shower and you can tell me all about your meetings over take out?”

“Okay, my darling, but promise me you only put lingerie back on, it’s still early and I want to make love to you all night.”

You agree with grabby hands over his tummy and he smiles.

“Oh, and, we need to see about getting me more of those silky briefs, today was exhilarating!” 

With a mischievous smile you bring your lips to his ear while locking eyes in the mirror, “Don’t you worry, baby boy, I bought the three pack.”

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A/N: No regular taglist for Kinktober but I will tag my beautiful beta @lowlights, @littlemisspascal, and @absurdthirst for the inspo. Thanks for reading loves!

Next: Cumplay with Dieter Bravo

[clown-demon]

@kitxkatrp asked:

👄 + Dazai (Nikolai)

send a ‘👄 + character name’ and my muse will talk about that character

"Ah, Dazai-kun.. you want me to talk about him, hm~? He is the most amazing person I have ever met in my entire life. He accepted me for who I am and showed me true freedom.. He's never harsh on me or loses his patience with me. Whenever I struggle, he's always there at my side to cheer me up~. Even when it gets bad, he holds me up~. Even when he's busy, he'll drop everything he's doing to come help me.

"He's got such beautiful eyes, I don't know why he calls them plain when they're so gorgeous, whenever I look into his brown eyes, I get lost and I can stare into them for hours and be happy~.

"His hair is also very soft and fluffy. I love to bury my face into his hair and smell his scent~. It's also fun to run my hands through his hair and pet him...

"Dazai-kun also understands me.. I know Dos-kun understands me too but.. this is a whole different understanding. Dazai-kun understands my very soul and well being.. And that's what I wanted most in life.. To be understood by someone... And when we first met, it seemed like he already understood me...

"I love the way his body feels against mine when I hug him. He naturally fits in my arms and his body melts with mine~. Also his lips are the most kissable lips I have ever seen~. I love his kisses so much.. Just going to bed and kissing him goodnight just helps soothe me into sleep so much~.

"His hands are perfect in my hands.. I'm really self conscious of my hands because under the gloves they are scarred and my hands are rather big.. but he makes me feel better about them. I love the way his hand fits in mine.. And the way our fingers can lock together~.

"Dazai-kun makes me feel like the most loved person on Earth.. He always takes my comfort and safety in mind and shows me all the love in the universe.. He never pushes me to do things I don't want to.. He never hurts me in any way.. He cherishes me and shows me love and understanding... I love him so much. I would do anything and everything for that man.."

Nikolai sighed dreamily and closed his eye.

"He's going to be my husband in less than a month... I've never wanted to marry someone in my life.. It always scared me.. because I always thought it would be like a chain around my neck to bound me to someone and I would lose my freedom.. but with Dazai... he makes me feel like a bird, soaring in the air... I want to marry him more than anything. And I am so ecstatic for our wedding~. I cannot wait to be his, and for him to be mine~."

[alicecoopersbush]

OK i might line it and color it one day but for now NO

[txnjiku]

Timeline of Events [ 001 ] [ 002 -> ]

# Paring: 「bonten arc」 Sanzu Haruchiyo x 「gn」 Reader

# Status: Completed.

# Summary: Just the ‘oh so wonderful’ and chaotic life of Bonten’s number two and his lovely spouse.

# Table of Contents: Here.

The sound of chairs squeaking filled the meeting room. Staring at the set of brothers seated opposite to you, only amusement was felt as they thought long and hard at your statement, eyes wandering aimlessly around the room as if it held clues to your truth.

They knew you worked in the building, seeing you pass through the halls every once in a while, along with seeing you arrive back from your missions. But today was the first time a conversation was drawn out with you.

So you ended up here, in their main meeting room, which you didn’t mind as you were already headed there, playing some guessing game with some of Bonten’s most dangerous executives without a care in the world.

You’ve known them since they were teens, but it looks like they don’t remember you.

But, curious, they were. Wanting to figure out who you are, and figure out which of their coworkers have you taken vows with.

“So ... you’re married to someone that’s attending this meeting, correct?” By the look in his eye, the older Haitani was more than amused to try and pick out your so-called ‘husband’. To him, it seemed easy enough. Only so many people are going to be in the room and an unlimited amount of guessing? He, at least, was destined to get it right.

And seeing how comfortable you were in this setting, he jumped right in to start trying to piece together, well, the pieces. And so the guessing game began. “Kaku?”

Head shaking, you looked to the younger Haitani for his guess. He could only think long and hard about who would be your type. Obviously him and his brother were out of equation, and your answer to the previous guess narrowed it down a little more. But who else?

Might as well ‘go big or go home’. “... Mikey?”

“Haha – god no.” You spun your chair around a few times before stopping to look at the two once more, head tilted back at the sight of their eyebrows furrowed, hands rubbing beneath their, mostly Ran’s, chins for added measures.

Wondering when they would guess correctly, your mind also wondered where your actual husband could possibly be.

“Could you possibly be married to our dear old Takeomi – ?” About to interject with another ‘no’ for Ran, all eyes turned to the bubblegum haired Bonten number two who burst through the door, who just the same, turned around and ... puked.

“Oh my god, the thought of my brother being married to my s/o makes me sick. Don’t ever say those words again.” The eyes and the open mouths of the Haitani’s told you everything about their reaction, which only made you laugh harder.

Looks like the guessing game ended early, but you could only swoon at the sight of your husband walking back towards you with his charming smile. “Hi ‘zuzu ~ .”

The only thing stopping his plump lips from meeting yours was the hand pressed against his forehead, stopping his lips inches away from yours. “Wash your mouth out first, then you will get a kiss, yeah?”

The pout on his face was extremely kissable, but seeing what happened seconds earlier kept you pushing him out the door once again.

The Haitani’s could only keep looking in amazement at the sight of one of their higher ups, especially Sanzu of all people, being married of all things, and showing affection.

Their silence only grew when the pinkie waltzed back into the room only to kneel in front of your chair and press an affectionate kiss against your hand that he raised, and another on your lips.

Ran and Rindou thought that all the surprises were up, nothing else would amaze them after that. Right?

“Could you not make out with my sibling before the meeting – ?” All eyes turned once more to their boss that just entered the room, followed by the rest of the meeting’s occupants.

The two brothers turned to stare at one another before breaking the silence and shouting simultaneously to everyone’s dismay.

“Married / Sibling – !?” Watching as your boss moved to sit at the head of the table, your Sanzu moved to sit to the right of him, not before slipping you a wink and mumbling a quick apology to his brother in law.

Rindou was the first to speak up, the confusion that flooded his mind seconds ago slowly floating away. “So ... you’re married to ... him ... and he’s ... your brother – ?”

Giggling slightly at his lowered voice and confused tone, you waved him off, along with everyone else’s stares to respond. “Yes we’re married, and I’m the adopted sibling. Izana was my big bro.”

They, Rindou especially, weren’t able to process all the sudden information blasting them in the face. But Ran was able to, somewhat, compose himself to almost interject but was stopped by Mikey announcing the start of the meeting once the rest of the members entered, who were quite confused to say the least after hearing the last bit of the conversation.

You laughed before turning your attention back to the main reasons for the meeting, silently letting the brothers, and everyone else who was invested in this, know you will explain it all later.

[sinfulskywalker]

Hiiiiii❤️ what if Luke could get pregnant and din has a massive pregnancy or breeding kink?

First of all anon, Din already has a massive pregnancy and breeding kink, it just didn't blossom until he met Luke ;)

And what if indeed.

NSFW

TW: Breeding/Pregnancy kink, Mpreg, dirty talk.

When it's announced that he is pregnant by the doctor, both men are in shock. Luke knew he could get pregnant, but didn't find out until later in life. Upon learning of his parentage of both his mother and father, it was found that the royal men of Naboo were fertile and became a hereditary gene in Padme's family to which she passed on to her son. Luke is nervous, of course, he knows nothing of pregnancy or how this will all play out. The doctor assures him as the consort of The Manda'lor, he will have nothing but the best medical attention

Din is uh.....on the floor now.

He's awake in just a few moments and his first words are, "You are with child, Mesh'la?" Din asks so carefully and softly, as if his question would break the sound barrier. Luke can only smile and nod, gentle hands creasing Din's face.

"Yes. We're going to have child together, Din."

Well, that's all it takes for Din to morph into the biggest papa bear ever seen in the galaxy. Okay, maybe he doesn't transform into one, but he looks like one when he's out with Luke.

He's insistent that Luke doesn't walk everywhere like he does. Dear Force, Luke trips so often and Din has nightmares of a heavily pregnant Luke and a flight of stairs. He becomes persistent that he be carried or necessities are delivered to him at the palace. All Luke has to do is flash his bright blue eyes and say, "But the baby likes it when I walk." "That's not fair, Cyar'ika."

Luke used to have a problem with eating. He'd forget to eat and that used to scare the daylights out of Din when he found his husband slumped over his desk tired from his work and lack of food. Now, he's grateful that he doesn't have to worry as much. But. . . Luke is sort of eating weird combinations he wouldn't agree with. "Cheese and bananas, love?" Din asks. Luke nods, "It's really good, Din. Try it with a glass of pickle juice!"

When Luke gets rounder, bigger, softer, does something erupt within Din. He spotted Luke gazing at himself naked in their large bedroom mirror. That alone turned him on. But those cute pink stretch marks on the sides of his waist above his hips were just so kissable he could not resist. The sex is wild. Luke has been so hormonal lately that all he craves is a good fuck. His husband's cock is all he wants too. Luke cries when he's eaten out, sobs when Din thrusts inside him deeply and is near blinding orgasm when Din tweaks his nipples emitting the milk he's producing. Oh the sex is just amazing he doesn't want it to stop.

Neither does Din.

The birth of their twins (something else apparently passed down to Luke from his mother) Luke is lying in the bed worn out but so happy. The babies are healthy, small and oh force one of them sneezed just now, Din cannot look away. Luke smiled wearily at his husband who leans against the bed frame above him, brushing his blonde locks out of his face.

"I want more." Din whispered. "More beautiful children with you, Luke. I want you pregnant so much so often you don't know any other purpose in life." He growls. Luke giggles. "Only if you promise to be on bedtime duty."

That's when Luke gets his nickname: The Pregnant Consort. His pregnancies are expected like rain on Dagobah.

Ben Solo has 22 cousins.

[mrs-cavill-wife]

Safe And Happy (One Shot)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Reader (Barbara)

Warning: Language. Fluff. Minor Injury. Zombie Apocalypse. Gun shot. Persecution. Please, say if I miss something.

Author's Note: My second fanfic, YAY! Henry is not a celebrity in this fanfic. Duh! It's a zombie apocalypse so it's kinda obvious but I wanted to say it anyway. Hope you guys enjoy it and reblog if you do. I'm all ears to feedback!

Tag List: @lexyvaldez26 @thereisa8ella @natura1phenomenon @mrsavery @number1chonie @themanfromu @littlefreya @legendarywizarddetective @lovingbearherringhairdo @zealoushound @deangal-101 @everydaymultifandom @summersong69 @jgtfvhsg @tellingyouastory @sillyrabbit81 @nuggsmum @pussyverson @oh-for-fic-sake @foodieforthoughts @fanficlover91 @r-t-doll @its--fandom--darling @poledancingdinos @hlkwrites @rmtndew

Summary: The world is a dangerous place now, but in the arms of the man she loves, she always finds security.

Barbara's P.O.V

Shit. I miss when the world used to be good. It was never perfect but no doubt it were way better than now.

An zombie apocalypse, who could have imagined that this could actually happen? Who knew that one day I would be armed, with a "beautiful" wound on my leg, hiding in an abandoned store, running away from a horde of about fifty zombies, crazy and thirsty for some human flesh.

I got hurt entering here, there was a piece of wood that grazed my leg, but luckily I had some bandage on the bag, I tied it to my leg to stop the blood. I looked at my leg and sighed, frustrated with myself.

"What the fuck dressing did you do, huh? My man is going to be pissed"

I live with my boyfriend, well husband, wasn't exactly official but we are together, he's amazing with dressings, but of course, I never pay attention when he tried to explain it to me. I'm hiding, trying to calm my breathing and think of a new plan, I don't know if I'll be able to run with my leg like that, but I think partially, it's really my fault. I'm often on those situations, I have my skills but I might not be the best, I still remember when I meet my boyfriend, on this type of shit cliche situation, today I don't complain for being dumb back there..

We met a year ago, I was running away.. again. I remember going into a dead end street, my gun had only two bullets left, I managed to kill some of those brain eaters, but I had about ten still behind me. I was already out of breath and couldn't think of anything else.

It was all very fast, suddenly my hero appeared, super skilled, I can't say where he came from but he managed to cut the heads of some of them, cut one in half, he stopped in front of me and fired with a super powerful machine gun, spilling a little blood and a disgusting substance on both of us.

"Hey are you alright, princess?"

He spoke to me after all those butchers fell dead. I was in shock but in seconds, I regained consciousness and was able to notice the man in front of me.

Broad back, fair skin, incredibly neat curly hair, a sharp jawline that could cut my soul, kissable lips.. a beautiful ax, a weapons in the waistband and at least two powerful shotguns in the back. The sun was setting and the light reflected in his eyes. The brightest blue eyes I had ever seen. There was a small brown part in one of them, I had heard about cases of heterochromia, but it was the first time that I saw it right in front of me.

"Your eyes are so beautiful.."

He laughed softly and a little shy. The sweetest laugh I've heard. Oh God, he's so wonderful, I think I died and went to heaven and that angel came to receive me. Maybe I'm not too unlucky after all.. wait, what did I just said? Oh fuck, what a good way of cause a first impression. First you almost die then act like a dumb ass needy teen. I rolled my eyes realizing what I done and he touched my arm.

"Thank you, you're beautiful too.. but are you hurt? What are you doing all by yourself?"

I nodded looking down and blushing red like a tomato.

"Huh I'm fine. I was searching for a place to stay. I heard on radio there was a small group of survivors around here. I'm always alone, so I decided to look for it but I obviously didn't payed attention on the munition I had before risking my butt."

He giggled and soft touched my cheek, wiping away some of the dirty. Gosh, I'm not going to handle and he's not making it easy..

"So it's your lucky day, pretty girl. I am from that group of survivors. They always told me to go round and look for possible new survivors."

I looked at him frowning.

"Now it's my time to ask. All by yourself? Why?"

And he smirked, looking like a made a silly question. Your hot bastard.

"I'm a prepared person. Not bragging but I always check my munition"

Touchee. I crossed my arms looking at him, trying to keep my posture but I was really melting inside.

We heard a loud noise, making us concerned. He grabbed my hand and started walking.

"It doesn't seem far, we must walk. Let's go"

"Where are you taking me? I.. I don't even know your name?"

I stopped moving and he stopped looking a little mad then he sighed.

"I will take you to our shelter. I saved you, you can trust me. We both need a bath and some rest.. and I'm Henry."

He said smiling and I nodded starting to walk by his side.

That day, he took me to the survivors. There were at least four people, some couples and children, all of whom welcomed me very well. But despite that, I thought about leaving the next day, I was always alone and until then, it was how I wanted to be and I would be like this today, if Henry hadn't insisted that I stay. I said I would stay for some days but during that, he convinced me to stay for more weeks and when I realized, we were closer than ever. Actually, those days made me found love. One of the guys of the shelter was a priest before the world was destroyed, Henry and I decided to get married and so it happened. Simple but a beautiful ceremony.

After a few years, we both decided to leave, maybe it was not a smart idea in the current situation, but we were certain of it, so we did. It was difficult, at first from hiding to hiding, sleeping on uncomfortable places, sometimes without enough food for both, we almost died a few times but together, yes, we were unbeatable. But finally, we got a place, safe enough to call home.

Henry's P.O.V

One hour left. I trust her, she's a little clumsy but my girl knows what to do, I taught her some tricks when we met but still, my heart is desperate. Today I received a radio message, it was Stuart, a partner, we have known each other since I was part of a group of survivors, he provided us with food, ammunition and weapons from time to time, even now that I am no longer part of the group, he's a great friend. I always went to get it, alone, I didn't want to risk seeing my Barbara hurt. But today, Stuart said he couldn't come, because of some injuries, so I would have to go, but Barbara decided that her chance to do it this time.

"Barbara.. baby, you don't have to.."

I remember I said trying don't sound like I was doubting her capacities.

"Well on my mind, I do need. You always do that, I feel useless, I'm no princess in danger, i can do that"

I got closer touching her back while she packed her bag with "travel" supplies. She looked at me, touched my face and smiled. I love this smile.

"I'll be alright, I know that area is dangerous but you know I know the way and I had a good survivor teacher"

She said and wrapped her arms around my neck and I hugged her feeling defeated. She never had to say much to convince me of anything. I know she was feeling bad about me doing the hard work and I think she deserves a chance. I need to show I really trust her.

"I will be counting the seconds.."

I sighed and she smiled widely packing my lips many times. She grabbed her bag, her gun and went through the door but before leaving she looked at me one last time.

"I love you"

We both said at same time, making our hearts beat at same rhythm.

She gonna be alright, I know.. at least I hope.

Barbara's P.O.V

I heard a small noise that made me wake up. I dozed off for a while when I expected the horde to calm down and preferably leave. I got up and checked outside by one of the windows. Empty. Thank God. My leg didn't hurt so much anymore, but the fact that the street was clean was a relief to m. I wouldn't have to run, just be careful.

I opened my bag and ate a chocolate bar. Stuart wasn't lying when he said that had good things this time, I got things I hadn't ete in years. I left the store quickly after eating and started walking my way back home.

I was almost closer, I smiled seeing my home. Finally, safe house. when I got on the home's street, had three zombies, between me and my house. Great.

I tried to carefully pass behind them, I was almost there, but again, I didn't pay enough attention, I tripped over something and fell to the floor, over my injured leg, I couldn't contain the scream. They heard and were already walking towards me. F U C K M E.

I looked at my house. It's not so far, I can do it. I ran, fast as I could, my leg was hurting a lot, the bandage already red with my blood but I did it. I could climb the special secret passage through the wall and done. I layed in the grass for a second trying to recover my breath, closing my eyes, finally feeling safe then something fell on top of me. I got scared until I could open my eyes. A beast. A fluffy beast.

"Hey Kal, you scared me baby"

I hugged the big black and white American Akita. It's mine and Henry's dog, our loyal companion, our dog son. We found him on our away to find a new safe place, he were a little injured on the front paws. Of course we felt in love with him and took care of him, we had to keep him and we did.

I petted him a little more before getting up.

"Alright, mommy needs a good break now. Promise to play later. Where's daddy? He had a heart attack?"

Oh he will when see my situation. I walked to inside our house and pulled the food supplies on the kitchen. I was focused until I hear the shower on bathroom upstairs. I smiled.

"What a good way of relax, huh?"

I walked upstairs, taking off my clothes though the way. When I opened the bathrooms door, I was fully naked. Oh that vision. My man, all naked.. that furry defined abs, those strong muscles.. that round booty.. and that big veiny dick, shit, even soft he's huge.. I'm so freaking lucky.

I licked my lips and tried to close the door softly but i ended up making noises.

"Thought I had told you need to be stealthy"

When I turned around, he was looking at me, with those gorgeous eyes that left me speachless since first time. Then he's face changed to worried and I realized he were looking at my wounded leg.

"Barbara, what the fuck just happened?"

I rolled my eyes then got into the shower with him. Before he could say something, I kissed him softly. He kissed me back of some type of way that I could feel how worried he were. Was a intense kiss, our tongues battling against each other, oxygen wasn't this necessary for us at this point. He quickly grabbed me tight and gave me a little boost then I had my legs wrapped around his waist. We ended our kisses with soft pecks and smiles. I looked at him. He had one hand around my back and another softly rubbing closer my wound.

"Hey are you alright, princess?"

I smiled way more with his soft voice and nodded.

"Yes, now I'm safe and happy"

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ushijima x fem!reader x kita | w.c 1.2k

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a/n: omg ok so here’s my fic for the super cool + epic collab for my server ;)) i’m rlly nervous cus i’ve never written a. fic like this so pls don’t be mean!!!! but like pls leave a comment below <333 also don’t forget to follow me (or i’ll BITE U jk xD) omg omg ok and don’t forget to check out the other fics for this super epic hot collab <33333 right here kidnapped by hq !!!!!!

warnings: inane rambling, i literally did not proofread this i would take breaks and start again without checking what i wrote last so it’s defs not coherent

I was just ur every day kind of girl. Nothing special to anyone...not ev en myself. All i knew was wake up, brush my hair (and teeth obvi!!)  and go out and go to university and to my part time job as a waitress ina  diner where not a lot of people would go to. Anway today was one of those boring days, i woke up with my alarm blaring at 6:00 am because i have a class at 8:00 am… it’s my least favorite one too. But yeah so i got up super early and made myself apple cinnamon brown sugar oatmeal and black coffee bc i’m also kinda broke bc i ran away from home bc my parents were those snobby rich people and i didn’t wanty end up like that ya know? i put on a really simple outfit bc i was feeling lazy since i woke up late!

(we need to bring back sillly bandz! they r so much fun!!) 

So i was walking to my early 8 oclock class all the way on the otherside of campus when suddenly ther e was a frisbee flying right at my face! I tried to dodge it but it still hit me right in the nose and i screamed so loud i didnt hear anything else but me screaming in really loud pain. 

“Are u ok??” i grab my nose in pain but it doesnt rlly feel broken or bleeding so i open my eyes that i didnt evern realized that i had close to see rlly gold eyes staring down at me. I scrunch up my eyebrows bc im confused bc he’s wearing overalls and a straw hat? Did i hit my head or something and am now seeing things?

“I’m ok do i know u?” i ask.. despite him looking weird in his farmer outfit he looked familiar so i had to ask.

“Sometimes i go to the diner u work at after im done at the farm bc there are good mochi waffles (a/n omg wait do they serve mochi waffles at dinners? I’ve only had it from  bakery xD)” he says with a really cool tone. I nod my head bc it makes sense. Before i can say thank you to him for asking how i am doing he grab my hand “please marry meand my cofarmer” 

“W-w-w-what??????” i yell my heart is pounding bc even though he is really super pretty i don’t eevn remember him ever being at the diner and like i remember a lot of my customers faces bc a lot of them come back a lot. 

“Marry us we will make u super happy pls it was love at first sight.” he says confidendtly (sp?) as he holds my hand tighter and tighter.

“I-i-i-i-i-i don’t even know ur name???” i whisper softly under my breath, “HOW can i marry u???”

“Shinsuke…..” a deep voice goes off behind me and i pull my hand out of his hand to look behind me, a big big BIG man stands there also wearing overalls and a straw hat and also a single wheat hanging from his kissable lips.

“Wakatoshi i have found the perfect housewife for us,, i have asked her to marry us.”

“But i’m just a normal girl from a normal world, how can i possible be apart of the world the two of you have made in the farm world?” the offer was amazing, the life of a housewife for these two perfect men that i’ve met by chance.

“She doesn’t havea choice the wedding is tonight ur marrying us.” the man who was called wakatoshi says with a very serious voice and facial expression. before i can ask hes suddenly pulling me to my feet and dragging me away.

“i have class!!” i say in protest as he continues to pull me towards a green tractor.

“you don’t need education…do you know how to sweep and cook eggs? and maybe make butter?” shinsuke asks following behind as wakatoshi pulls me onto the tractor.

“of course i can make eggs! but why butter?”

“we live on a farm darlin’ ya gotta know how to make butter.” shinsuke says and i nod my head. it makes sense.

“i can’t just leave my life behind tho i’ve gotten this far all by myself” i sigh even tho i’m comfortably sitting in wakatoshis lap i can’t let myself fall victim to their charms!!! i’m independent !!!

“give it up already your ours now…..” wakatoshi says seriously. i pout. he can’t just talk to me like that. i’m not a kid! i go to unverisity and have a job!!! 

“it’s too late ur already wearing the engagement ring” i look down at my hand and gasp to see a beautiful ring on my finger.

“this cant be real?” i shake my head my head.

“we already have your dress and the venue ready.”

“what?” the big grrrn tractor pulls up to a really pretty outdoor wedding venue. my jaw drops to see my entire family, even my parents waiting.

“go in there” wakatoshi points at a tent and i nod. i walk over and am immediately being changed by two guys who look the same?

“don’t worry we r gay.”

“and twins.”

“but not gay for each other bc that’d be illegal or something  and the author would get Cancelled™” it makes sense. i turn and look in the mirror and i gasp. i look beautiful. i may be an average girl but in this moment my velvet chestnut locks are curled to perfect perfection and the makeup isn’t too much or too little. these gay twins sure worked their magic!

i step out of the tent and look down the aisle to see my two farmer husbands looking handsome as ever (here’s what we look like teehee xD i know we look super cute!!) 

“y/n, im sorry me and ur moms bitchy richness made u run away but please let me walk u down the aisle on ur wedding day.”

“hello my name is agayshi and i am also gay, and here to officiate your wedding.”

“wait ur gay too?”

“yeah i’m married to that guy over there in the wacky inflatable cars salesman suit but we’re both respectively fucjing one of those gay twins. any way. do you y/n y/m/n y/l/n take shinsuke canonical rice farmer and ushijima farmer au to be your lawfully wedded husbands?”

“i-“ i look between the two men. my dream wedding. my dream men. i look around at all my friends and family. i nod.

“yeah i do.”

“congrats you may kiss the bride” at the same time wakatoshi and shinsuke grab my head and manage to mash all 3 of our mouths together.

i’m just so happy.

….or so i thought.

i woke up, it all turned out to be a dream </3

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(a/n: hey everyone sorry for the sad ending but like...r there rlly happy endings in real life?? soz i just think we need to get more realistic w our fanfics </3)

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💔Rotten Love💔 //Twisted Wonderland Yandere Idia Shroud X Yandere Eliza X Reader// Part 1

GIF made by the amazing @flowerofthemoonworld. Okay, so this story is really going to have a Persephone x Reader x Hades vibe to it. If we can get this to 160 likes before July 12 than I’ll release part 2. For now, my goal is to make it a 4 part story with a bonus 5th fluff chapter. Also for this story reader will be GENDER NEUTRAL.

WARNING: Gore, Angst

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There was always a cold, nostalgic air in the Ignihyde dormitory, a sort of homey sensation that made Eliza's heart skip a beat. Sure the dorm was quiet and secluded, unlike the ghost kingdom, there was barely anyone to talk to. Most may have even described it as "lonesome" and "boring". But to princess Eliza who had waited more than five hundred years to be with her prince charming, it was unadulterated, homespun bliss. Of course, there was still something missing, a tiny puzzle piece that refused to fit in with the rest of its kind, a stubborn little piece it was, yet all too important to paint the picture of her perfect life. That mulish fragment came in the form of her newly wedded husband, Idia Shroud.

"Idia~"

The "young" princess sang as she skipped over to where her "husband" was sitting, his posture crooked, like that of a scrunched up cat's. His long slender fingers where typing rapidly on that bizarre rectangular device that he all too attached to. Way too attached to, for Eliza's liking.

Eliza nuzzled her visage into the crook of the bleached-skinned boy's neck, taking in his smokey, ash-like sent. Her icy colored arms wafted over his shoulders, enclosing them his a tight embrace. Her fingers dangled over where his heart was, feeling tiny fast-paced pulses that sent a pleased blush to her face. "Idia let's go for a walk near that river. Please, my love! You haven't left this room since the reception!"

The taller male barely turned to look at her, preferring to instead to keep his eyes locked on his glowing blue screen. "Still busy Eliza" his cold dead voice was always so sharp and monotone whenever he spoke to her. It felt like someone was reaching into her rib cage and squeezing her decaying heart. Her voice cracked into a thousand tiny shards, as she tried to form a comprehensible answer. He might as well have told her to die again and rot in the deepest parts of hell. He doesn't love me....he'll never love me. The relation was like a heavy chronic toxic gas levitating overhead. Easy to overlook but still there, always there. Idia didn't move, if Eliza's arms weren't wrapped around his shoulders feeling every breath he took, she might have mistaken him for a statue. No, not a statue, she thought, some sort of sculpture of an ancient Greek God. A divine being set in stone resting in an altar, waiting for reparations and benedictions. 'I'd gladly pray at your feet every day. I'd sacrifice everything I had just for you to smile that charming smile at me'. The ghost thought to herself.

For an endless minute, the darkroom fell into a thick, suffocating silence. Neither Eliza nor Idia moved both too scared of breaking some invisible glass wall they had put up around them. However, no amount of serenity could dispose of the awkwardness, and annoyance Idia was beginning to feel. "You know" the lord of the dead began "maybe you should talk to the principle about join the school full time. It would give you more to do than breathing over my shoulder" despite Idia's tone harboring no malice, Eliza still flinched in shock. Her body going rigid, stiffening as if she was going into Rigor Mortis again.

HE DOESN'T WANT YOU HERE!

The voice in her head screamed,

HE HATES YOU!

Louder...

WHY CANT YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE

"Please stop" she whispered

YOU DON’T DESERVE YOUR PRINCE!

"If that's what you want" she finally replied in a broken voice.

"I'm... I'm only saying it for your sake," he muttered in a coaxing tone.

Deep down a delusional part of her wanted to scream that he was only saying all those harsh things for her own well-being. But she was still lucid enough to not believe those fallacies, imaginary words...Eliza perceived that her beloved prince Idia saw her as nothing more than a nuisance.  One that he was far too eager to get rid of. 

She couldn't bear the conversation any farther. Painfully slowly she peeled her arms off from around her so-called lover. In that taunting minute, Eliza swore she could feel billions upon billions of sharp needles piercing every piece of her dead body. She lingered in place staring at Idia's glowing, blazing hair. She didn't want to leave, she wanted to spend every second of her dead life with him! Touching him, kissing him, loving him! But he wouldn't love her! Why didn't he love her!! Without a customary goodbye or any form of acknowledgment, Eliza flew to the door. Swinging it open just a crack, wishing to slam it so hard that the whole underworld dorm would feel it. But alas she was still royalty and there was a politeness beaten into her every action. In the end after much debating, she closed the damn door quieter than a mouse. With a broken heart and eyes full of tears, princess Eliza began to hover up onto the surface of the school grounds.

WHY DOESN'T THAT SELFISH BASTARD LOVE ME!

A simple blaring thought that reverberated through Eliza's nonexistent skull as she marched through the glowing green halls of Night Raven College. Unlike Ignihyde, the rest of the school still felt rather alien and terrifying to the girl. She'd only been in the cafeteria for a short amount of time. Only to finish up her official marriage to Idia. After the marriage -and much persuasion from his friend with grey hair and glasses-  Idia had carried Eliza in the traditional manner a groom must carry a bride, to the hall of mirrors and straight to Ignyhde. Neither of them had left Idia's room since then.

It was a rather short memory but one that always placed a smile on Eliza's face. Rather than remembering the halls, Eliza had been all too bewitched by Idia's shy golden gaze, his bloody red face, and his kissable thin blue lips. Such a darling memory that she would always cherish within her rotten heart.

But as the minutes ticked away and Eliza passed hallway after hallway all identical to one another, she soon began to wish that she'd paid more attention to the whereabouts of the school's rooms and offices. The headmaster's office seemed to be missing from this endless maze. Behind every corner was the same tiled floor, candles lit by a mystical green light and windows so large they put the countless classroom doors to shame. Every few minutes a crowd of students would pass by, disappearing behind another wall withing second. No one noticed her, which was rather odd considering she was the only female in an all-boys school, her purple dress and feminine curves were proof enough of that. "I guess this is the result of being a ghost, wandering the land of the living" She whispered hopelessly to herself. "You're invisible when you're me..."

The eighth turn that Eliza took brought her to a small cluster of peculiar students. Some donning ears and tails like those of wild beasts, while the other had odd features resembling Ortho's limps. Metallic and reflective. They were laughing at something, attentions enclosed within their small groups. A measly thought flew into Eliza's head, why not speak up? Raise your voice and ask where she could locate the headmaster of this complex establishment.

"Excuse me."

“....”

Silence

None of the boys turned to her, they just continued with there chatter. Eliza opened her mouth to speak once more when she -rather unwillingly- picked up stray words from their conversation.

"It's not fair!" A tall lanky one with striped ears and tail whined

"Yeah! How come that useless shut-in gets to get married to a cute girl !" the second one was even taller, with thick furry grey ears that reminded Eliza of a wolf.

"Look man I don't know what Idia has that makes him so damn lucky! He's a useless wimp..." A Bold statement made by the one with metallic features.

Eliza was sure they continued bashing Idia but the phantom pain of blood coursing through her ears droned them out. How dare such hooligans speak ill of her beloved husband! Her fingers flexed in a robotic-like movement, stretching open than closing once more. Around her tiny flame-like spirits began to materialize, cute and cheery with big eyes and smiling mouths...until they noticed the distress of their mistress. the tiny things took a look around, grasping the situation from the loud words of the boys as well as Eliza's grim expression. Slowly the little flames began to merge with one another. Fusing into a large ax with a burning end. The weapon floated down to her hand, positioning itself smugly between her ghostly digits.

Eliza's eyes locked with the backs of the boys, she didn't know how this would work, could the ax could even harm the living? It may just phase through them as if nothing had happened....or it may price through there flesh and bones, tearing them in two. Hosting the ax up over her shoulder with both hands and taking a shaky step forward, Eliza lunged towards the first boy. In a swift flick of her wrist, the blade of the ax was pushing through the Ignihyde student's back. Splitting ceaselessly at the skin and urging past muscles until it reached the creamy colored bones. Eliza didn't stop there, her arms still pushing forward trying to get the heavy ax to break those pesky osseins. He had to pay for what he said! No one was permitted to speak ill of her one true love! A satisfying crack filled the air followed by a choir of screams. Only when the ax had finally resurfaced on the other side, covered in plasma and the remnants of organs, did Eliza turned her attention to the other two students. There eyes where enormous staring at her in disgust and fear...and something else. Something that -although it revolted her to her very core- she wished Idia would look at her with that same look in his eyes. A look of want, a look of need, pure lust, yet the welcoming sort ONLY if it was coming from the person you adored so much.

The blue-haired ghost didn't move, her semi existent body felt overworked. Everything hurt! Or at least she thought what she was feeling was the ghost equivalent to human pain. "Why.." her voice glitched at every syllable, like a broken cassette player. The two boys didn't answer instead taking shall strides backward. "WHY DID YOU SAY SUCH AWFUL THINGS ABOUT HIM!" in a split second, anger over ran Eliza's boy once more, dragging her and the ax forward until the blade came in contact with one of the animal eared men's neck. Slicing it so it flung backward, crashing onto the ground with loud "thud" then rolling around in its own gore. The last man stand, the one with monochrome ears pushed his palms forward, a pathetic attempt of shielding himself from her wrath. "W-we..we d-d-did...didn't-t mean...mean any..offense...honest!" His voice creaked as tears gushed from the corners of his eyes. "You're...you're just so...so...pretty...beautiful even...and...and...Shroud well...we...well, he's a loser who w-w-wouldn't kno--" his words were left half-finished, as Eiza's ax severed through him diagonally.  

Her heart was pounding much too fast, that it was beginning to make her feel sick. Her legs finally gave up, sending her crashing onto the blood coated floor.  Her bare knees dug into the red liquidy substance, finding an odd comfort in the warm human ichor. Eliza didn't know what to do, or even where to go. If she went back to Idia like this he would surely use it against her, Ortho was too young to be introduced to such a carnage...and she didn't know anyone else! "I'm all so very doomed" she sobbed as transparent tears trailed down her eyes.

"Hey" A distant voice spoke up. "What's wrong with her?" another voice, this one more high pitch and raspy. Eliza tore her face from her hands looking up at a group of three strangers and a cat...no, not strangers, she recognized the orange and blacked haired boy. They both had tried to crash her wedding. But the other person was new, they had a gentle look in their eyes, a welcoming stare that the princess longed for. "Hey ghost bride," The orange-haired boy spoke up, "need some help with your mess?" Eliza nodded meekly. Her body still limp and voice still too frail to speak. The last person, the one that had unexpectedly piqued Eliza's interest extended a hand towards her. And with only a scrap of hesitation, Eliza gripped it.

"Come on, we'll help you out!"

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Tags: @yandere-romanticaa​ @ghostiebabey​ @lovee-infected​ @mermaid-painter​ @firemelody4​ also tagging @twstpasta​ and @delusional-obsessions​ cause I know they're huge Eliza fans.