#how does one put on back-of-the-head ribbons anyway

[ribbonpinky-art]

barely keeping it together

[eldrith]

oh babe dont get me wrong, i thoroughly enjoyed the fic (everything you write is an automatic favorite) and it was so, so heartwrenchingly beautiful but omg i'm in pain lmao.

also going back to the last ask you answered of mine (before the sad fic one. lol)!! absolutely he is the #1 wifehusband. dare i say #1 malewife. but this part!! "he’d want to talk to his wife for days on end, and also could (and does) talk about her for so so long to anyone who was around. #1 wifehusband i stand by this" skdufhaskf YESSSSSSSS. i can just imagine him keeping his wife up later than usual (and not for the reasons she truly desires. jace is a dumb Loser for not noticing.) yapping her ear off, especially if it's been a busy busy day as the crown prince.!! or rhaenyra having to cut jace off in a council meeting bc he's droning on and on about his wife, and while she thinks it's cute and endearing, they have actual business to attend to.. "and wearing pieces of jewelry that belongs to each other omg." girl i just went weak in the knees ugh akshfaksj didn't know i needed that in my life but now i do. or jace having jewelry crafted from pieces of old swords/equipment of his for his wife to have something of his with her always, or his wife giving him a tiny pocket square of embroidery to tuck into his pocket that has become so worn from the amount of time he spends rubbing his thumb over it (especially during longgggggg meetings). he lowkey gives fidgeter vibes so i can just see it becoming a soothing mechanism for him !! "so cute and like can u imagine how rhaenyra would just be so happy to see how happy jace is (& how incredible of a man hes become… hes so devoted to his sweet wife)" i'm getting teary eyed with an idea of rhaenyra thinking about how proud harwin would be of jace and what a great man he's become. anyway don't let me expand further on that bc i will Cry (and talk your ear off for 12 hours)!!!!!!! also rhaenyra would be the best mother in law??? ever??? so so supportive and sweet and loves how much you love and adore her son. anyway. Anyway. also in my head luke lives and spends 90% of the day teasing jace over how whipped he is for his wife :// little brother things i fear. and jace has zero shame bc he's #1 wife guy and knows luke will be the exact same way one day soon.

one day i will expand on jace as a father but. i fear i've talked enough today pookie. love u. - hubby jace anon <33

aw stop ur too nice omg :') im glad u enjoyed it <3

but omg yes 10000% to all of this.

jace literally bounding into his wife's quarters, basically oblivious to the looks she's sending him as he just rambles and talks, so excited to be with her. and asking her about her day, sighing gently when she starts to kiss up and down his neck nevermind i can't go there

also in the earlier stages of marriage or when the war is quite stressful and theyre at council and jace out of nowhere just snaps to defend his wife's honor, calling someone out who slightly disrespected her and the chamber goes silent... <3<3 love <3<3

i also loveee the idea of having a piece of him on her at all times <3 and like... jace gets one of her rings and puts it on a necklace and wears it under his clothes. he fidgets with it when he's reading or strategizing, just as he does with the pocketsquare (you have to give him a new one bc the first one is so frayed) alSO he takes your hair ribbons and uses them as bookmarks. yeah

& ur so right rhaenyra would be emotional and see so much of harwin in jace and shes just so proud. also yes she'd be the best mother in law i see her inviting you to dine with her and just thoroughly enjoying your presence, gossiping and just loving spending time with you & seeing you interact with her son. she would love you like a daughter - she always wanted one.

also stop can you imagine luke... oh my goddd. hed be thrilled to make fun of jace and i feel like he'd become so fond of calling jace ur dog lmao.

things like being in a hall with luke when jace enters, speaking with some lord - you wait for him patiently to end his conversation but luke has no mind for that and immediately teases jace. calling out to him, "here boy!" mocking and whistling like one would summon a dog, "your lady needs you!"

or or or (you've awoken a beast in me this is your fault) like

him walking past and catching jace adjusting the clasp on your necklace or something, maybe helping you with your slippers and he cant help but just go "i swear you’ve got him trained better than the hounds." you roll your eyes at luke, shooing him away with a grin as he mutters "he’d probably sit and beg if you asked him to.”

but jace would just grin so proudly, laughing and shaking his head as he stepped back to admire his handiwork - then sending you a look when luke is gone lmao.

& luke and jace sitting at a feast watching you dance with others and luke just gives him a look, "wipe that grin off your face, you look like you've gone mad. i think you're salivating" and jace is just like "she's so beautiful." & luke rolls his eyes, gagging, “gods help me if i ever get like that.”

but jace knows his brother, and he smirks, "oh, you’ll be there someday, luke.” luke rolls his eyes and huffs, "strike me dead first." and with no hesitation jace just mutters "i'll be sure to. if not before."

yeah i have so many thoughts about that... luke would become jace's wife's annoying little brother but also her bff

also PLEASE father jace bring it on omg. he'd be the cutest father i actually am going to pass out

[juyeonszn]

I WANNA TIE THE KNOT

PAIRING lee hyunjae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 1.70k

GENRES fluff ﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, established relationship, it escalates pretty fast ngl, fingering but there’s honestly no real foreplay, u tie hyunjae up with ribbon, dry humping, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap besties), cowgirl position, marking lowkey, scratching, hyunjae is a master at pillowtalk, creampie :P

SUMMARY that coquette bow trend on the internet really isn’t for the faint of heart. at least, that’s what you think when you decide to do it with hyunjae.

MORE 😂😂😂🔫 anyway. i actually wrote this in one sitting. in one night. bc i was insatiable for the coquette trend after a Very Passionate discussion with @kimsohn and @zzoguri <3 delusional sapphics 1, 2, and 3 back at it AGAIN! if u noticed, all 3 of us wrote something involving these godforsaken bows. this fic was a long time coming seeing as i wrote it a month ago but i remembered it was valentine’s day so,,,, here u go! pls dont forget to reblog if u enjoyed <3

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies @vernyangel @ericlvr @sunwooverse @kimsohn

“Can we try this?”

Hyunjae raises an eyebrow at you when you shove your phone in his face, scooting up higher from where you were laying on his lap. He watches the video with mild amusement. 

“You want to tie a bow around my bicep?” He asks you, as if your request was so far-fetched and out of the ordinary. He had nice arms, he’d look cute with a ribbon wrapped around it. The whole coquette vibe matched well with his pretty face. 

“Yeah, why not? It’s a cute trend. And at least I’m not suggesting the one where I tie your mouth shut,” you rest your cheek on his chest, blinking up at him with hopeful eyes. “Please, Jae? For me?”

It’s a little comical when you physically see the war waging in his head. He wants to decline, thinks the idea of you putting one of your ribbons around his fucking bicep is kind of stupid, but he could never say no to those eyes. Lee Hyunjae was a weak, weak man. 

So he agrees. 

Next thing he knows, you’re filming him flexing with the cute little bow on his arm to post on your social media. He should feel silly, standing still so you can record the perfect shot, but he doesn’t. You look so cute with your tongue poking out of the corner of your mouth, he feels his mind straying from the original plan. 

He wraps his arms around your waist when you go to edit the video, preparing to post it publicly. You squirm as his lips make contact with the sensitive spot below your ear, kissing tenderly and sweetly. “Jaehyun….”

Your warning tone does not dispel his efforts to distract you, the tips of his fingers dipping below the waistband of your sleep shorts. The pads drag along your hip bones while his mouth travels lower on your neck, nipping at the soft skin visible beneath your top. “Yes, my love?”

“Don’t fucking ‘my love’ me right now,” you whine, craning your neck to the side to give him more access to the surface. “You know what you’re doing.”

“Is it working?” Hyunjae teases, thumb applying the slightest amount of pressure on your clothed clit. “Are you gonna let me fuck you with these pretty bows on?”

The groan you release is guttural, because god your boyfriend knew how to turn you on like a damn light switch. Your eyelids flutter shut and your head falls back on his shoulder, phone slipping out of your grasp and onto the floor. His finger moves in tight circles on the bundle of nerves, cupping the rest between the apex of your thighs. Fuck, he was starting to get the better of you. 

“Y-Yes, but on— mmm— on one condition,” you force yourself to stay steeled, keeping your voice as stable as possible. 

“And what is that?” Hyunjae nibbles your earlobe, teeth grazing the shell and sending goosebumps all over the expanse of your skin. His ring finger presses up on your entrance over your dampened underwear, making you clench around nothing. 

Oh he was a dead man. You were going to make him pay. 

“You w-wear the ribbons,” your breathing hitches. “Let me— let me tie you up. I��ll make it worth your while, Jae. P-Promise…”

He halts his motions, like he’s contemplating your words carefully. It’s not like much would change, to be honest. Hyunjae would still be the one in control after a certain point. You just wanted the excuse to bind the smug motherfucker for once. And to keep the bows on him, but around his wrists this time. 

Hyunjae retracts his hands from your shorts to remove his shirt, the heat radiating against your back from his bare torso. Your chest heaves up and down as you watch him climb back to the head of the bed, sweatpants low on his hips. It takes a whole fucking lot of self restraint not to jump his bones then and there, but you manage, straddling his waist so you can tie his wrists to the bed posts with your pink satin ribbon. Your hands are shaky, like your breathing, but he doesn’t point it out, letting you have your fun. 

A low grunt escapes his lips when you pull on the fabric, ensuring it’s tight enough to hold him still but loose enough not to leave a mark. It doesn’t help that he can feel you pulsating through your sleep shorts onto his abdomen, his muscles contracting underneath you. 

You aren’t really sure if you can even keep up your own act, grinding down on his lap like a bitch in heat. It’s embarrassing how easy it is for him to work you up without so much as touching you. You knew if you didn’t stop now, you’d dry hump him until you were a quivering mess, fully clothed and all. Hyunjae knows you’re needy, too, the corner of his lips quirking up. 

“Can we— god— can we just s-skip the foreplay?” You whine into the crook of his neck, hooking your fingers into his sweatpants. “Want you inside me already…”

“Of course, baby, you know I’ll never say no to you,” he coos, mouth finding yours to kiss you slowly, gently, passionately. 

You push his pants and underwear down in one go, using your feet to kick them away so you can undress yourself as fast as possible. Your desperation is too strong to pretend it’s not there, so you give into your own carnal desires. Hyunjae hisses when your cunt hovers over his cock, so slick that it doesn’t take long for him to slip inside completely. 

Every time you have sex with him, you feel so full, the weight of his cock so deep in you that you see stars well before he’s even moved. You support yourself with a hand on each of his shoulders, lips still molded with his as you begin to bounce meticulously. Your moans are muffled with his kiss, practically impaling yourself on his dick. 

Your hips roll experimentally, throwing your head back with a drawn out moan and your nails clawing down his chest when he hits that particular spot inside your pussy. Hyunjae lets out a sound akin to a strangled moan, wanting nothing more than to get his hands all over your body so he can fuck you six ways to Sunday. 

He bends his knees to make it a bit smoother for you, relishing in the way you’re losing yourself to your pleasure without him having to do a single thing. You’re just rutting against him at this point, legs beginning to give out this early. 

“Don’t— mmm— Hyunjae, I can’t— ‘s too much,” your speech is already slurred, words blurring together and making hardly any sense. 

“Let me get out of these, baby,” he tugs at the ribbons. “I’ll fuck you so good, my love. I’ll give you— fuck— what you want.”

You nod frantically, not trusting your voice to say anything remotely coherent. Thankfully, Hyunjae takes note of the lack of strength you currently have, not expecting you to untie the knots on his wrists without struggle. You watch with heavy lids and he pulls harshly, tearing the satin binding him to the bed frame. So much for them being secure…

Your top half collapses into his chest and he grasps at your waist roughly, having half the mind to flip you over and pin you to the mattress. Instead, he presses up into you, slow at first so he can regain his bearings after being tied up, and then he’s bucking up into your pussy like a jackrabbit. 

“Thought you could take me—“ he cuts himself off with a groan. “Thought you could take me all by yourself like a big girl, huh?” 

Whining in response is all you can do, almost on the verge of tears. The sounds of your cunt sucking him in, squelching echoing around the bedroom, are nearly enough to knock you over the edge. The coil in the pit of your stomach stretches more and more, teeth sinking into his collarbone and marking up his supple, sweaty skin like it was your day job. His blunt nails dig into the fat of your hips as a means of grounding himself, holding back from finishing before you because you were his top priority. 

Your nimble fingers sneak between your bodies to massage your oh-so-sensitive clit, ring and middle digits working at double their usual speed. Hyunjae stares at you with hearts in his eyes as you try desperately to get yourself off. He thinks you’re gorgeous every second of every day, but for some reason, you look fucking breathtaking right now. 

“My pretty girl, taking it like a champ,” he grits his teeth. “You love when I fuck you like a pornstar, don’t you?” 

It’s when he connects your lips in a kiss so sweet it puts all the others to shame and so polar-opposite to the filth the two of you were committing, that you cum without warning, velvety walls constricting around his cock. Your head is empty and your vision goes white for a moment, static ringing in your ears. He follows immediately after, moaning into your mouth as he does so. You swallow the noises while your breathing stutters, the sensation of him filling you up with all he can give blindsiding your senses. 

You stay sandwiched together as you both calm down, tired and achy from such strenuous activity. When you stop to think about the cause of these events, you snort until it morphs into an uncontrollable laughter. (Then you wince because Hyunjae’s dick was still inside of you.)

“What’s so funny?” He furrows his eyebrows, making no effort to move. 

“That fucking bow trend led to one of the best orgasms of my life,” you’re still laughing, chin on your hands, which are folded over his chest. “It’s so stupid.”

“The bows are cute. Maybe you should let me try tying you up with them next time.” Hyunjae pecks your forehead, running his fingers through your hair. 

“Trust me,” you giggle, a yawn threatening to push past your lips. “There will definitely be a next time.”

© juyeonszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[cosmal]

aerial!! I need your thoughts on casually dominant remus and shy reader!!!

sit down

yes!!!! okay I love this idea thank u

summary remus helps you find an outfit when you're stressed.

note this is a little boring sorry.

content remus lupin x fem!afab!reader

You’ve spent the last twenty minutes trying to get your hair to sit right. Your arms ache from the effort. Your fingers tingle and your shoulders feel like they’re about to slip out of place.

To make things worse — or better you’re not sure yet — Remus knocks at your door and you haven’t even picked out what to wear.

You open the front door wrapped in a towel and a little flustered. “Remus,” you sigh. Half relieved because he’s here, half anxious because you’re running late. "I'm so sorry, I promise I won't be long."

He lets himself in and locks the door behind him. "It's okay, dove, take your time. The reservation isn't for another hour."

"Right," you pant, turning to rush back down your hall. Remus's lovely dress shoes click slowly behind you until he meets you in your room.

You're so stressed you don't notice the bunch of flowers in his hand. You drop your towel in only a pair of tights and a bra, and whizz around the room, back and forth between your dresser and your wardrobe. Holding your options up to the light, muttering things about how stupid you feel.

"No, god," you curse, letting the skirt in your hand fall to the carpet, "I can't find anything."

Remus catches you before you can speed past him again. He wraps a soft hand around your bicep and you snag, "Dove, take a breath."

You breathe in quickly and drop your head, "Shit, sorry," you mutter.

"What's the matter?" he asks, snaking his arm down to grab your hand. He squeezes gently, pressing his soft fingertips into your skin. It's grounding.

You step into his space and push your cheek into his soft button-up. "I can't find anything to wear."

He wraps his arms around your back and you hear the cellophane around the flowers crinkle. "Do you want me to help?"

"You got me flowers," you say instead, feeling stupider by the second.

"I did," he says off-handedly. "Go sit down, sweetheart, and I'll find you some clothes."

You pull your face back to look at the flowers. A bunch of pink tulips in paper and plastic, the smallest yellow ribbon keeping them together. "They need a vase."

Remus laughs. "You need to sit. I'll find you something to wear and then I'll put these in some water."

"Pass them over."

"Sit," he says, sterner than you're expecting.

You sigh and let him go. He's infuriating. Infuriatingly kind. "Can I have a kiss?"

He smiles widely and you feel better already. Kissing you quickly he nudges you kindly towards your bed. "You can have a proper kiss when you relax."

You frown but sit down anyways. You sit with your chin in your hand and watch Remus rifle through your clothes. He passes through hangers and you hate him for how pretty he looks and how stupid you feel. He's dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white button-up that's rolled up his arms and folded at his elbows. You wish you had it as easy as him. He's so flawlessly pretty.

You hate him even more when he finds the dress you've been looking for all night. He trods over with the material between his fingers, holding it out and says, "I think this one."

You take the blue dress from him with the loveliest smile you can manage.

He encourages you to stand and you step through the hole to slip it on. Spinning you around he does the zip up without forgetting to let his knuckles trace your spine along the way.

He kisses your neck before saying, "Perfect."

You turn and look him in the eye, "It doesn't look funny?"

He holds you by your hips, fingers spread over your stomach, looking you up and down until you shiver, "You look amazing. Gorgeous."

"Thank you," you say softly. You hold him by his wrists and you hope he knows you want a hug.

He hugs you because he's your boyfriend, wrapping you up in long arms until his chest presses into yours. Breathing deep and you match it. "You worry a lot," he says with a kindness. You know what he means.

"Stressed," you tell him.

"You could've shown up in a paper bag and you still would've been the prettiest girl there," he says back, squeezing you hard for emphasis.

You laugh and smother your face in his shoulder, startled by it. "Sure."

"It's true!"

You hold him closer like it's possible, breathing in the still strong scent of his lovely cologne. The softness of his detergent. "Can I have that kiss now?"

He pulls back with a look that says, of course, you can, leaning in to kiss you. Longer than the last and much warmer. You stand on your tiptoes and lean your entire weight into him. He grunts and pulls you up until your dress bunches in his arms. You'll both be a wrinkled mess by the time you leave.

Pulling back he says, "Now go put your shoes on and I'll find a vase."

"My Doc Martens?" you ask.

He kisses your nose quickly, "Definitely."

[soft-mafia]

Ribbons [LA!Buggy x Reader]

warnings: fem reader, fem y/n, nsfw, grinding, dry humping, sexual tension, fingering, age gap, slight daddy kink, bdsm aspects

a/n: I had this idea of the reader being one of those aerial ribbon contortionists or whatever you call it, and Buggy being so enamored(horny) when he sees her perform that he asks her for a “private show”. Don’t get me wrong manga/anime Buggy is sexy, but LA!Buggy just had SOO much sex appeal he’s so dominant omg. #ovulating

“Does everybody know what they’re doing?!” Buggy shouted, 10 minutes till showtime, he ran by everyone and made sure they knew their shit so they didn’t make a fool out of him. He whipped his head around from left to right, “Where- where’s Y/n?!” He shouted.

Out from behind one of the curtains, Y/n scurried out in her outfit(that Buggy had personally picked out himself) it was a strappy bikini that barely covered anything. The outfit was more for his own entertainment rather than Y/n’s convenience, it wouldn’t affect her act too much anyway though.

“I’m here, Captain!” Y/n said, looking up at Buggy. She hopped out and had her ribbons wrapped all around her body, clearly tangled in her own equipment.

“What the hell happened to you?” Buggy grumbled, holding her by the hip and attempting to unravel her.

Y/n blushed when she watched Buggy’s hands maneuver her body and the ribbons, “I was practicing when you called.” He nodded in response, then spun her around a bit to check her out before patting her on the shoulder and shooing her off to her mark. The rest of the crew knew of Buggy’s infatuation with Y/n, and how he definitely had a soft spot for her(It’s why she’s always caught leaving his room in the dead of night).

It was showtime, Buggy watched anxiously, hoping nobody messed anything up. So far so good, but that’s when he saw Y/n drop from the ceiling hanging by ribbons wrapped around her legs. Buggy swallowed as he watched her intently, his jaw clenched as she spun around those ribbons, the way they hugged her waist as she effortlessly spun around them like a snake. Y/n moved her body in ways that looked like it was meant for Buggy’s eyes only. He couldn’t deny that he sometimes felt jealousy when he saw any of the men on his crew talk to her, Buggy had already determined in his own mind that she was his, a treasure of his that nobody should be touching or even being around.

In his most jealous self loathing fits he wishes he could just lock Y/n in a birdcage and keep her for himself. He would pour and hold his face in his hands whenever she would go back to her room after a night.

He didn’t feel confident enough to ask her to stay with him, just for one night. He would only nod when she would give him a kiss on the cheek before putting her clothes back on. The rest of the night he would spend sulking, and the next day he would immediately fish her out of the crowd of his crew and wrap his arms around her, holding her tightly since he didn’t get to during the night.

After Buggy wrapped up the show, he gave them praise and thanked them for not screwing up. It was on rare occasions that everybody got their queues right and didn’t make mistakes. After that, he ran for Y/n, eagerly bounding towards her and once he did he scooped her up in his arms.

He lifted her up by the waist and kissed her on the lips, “You were amazing!” He purred, kissing all over her face, leaving red sloppy prints all over her. She didn’t care though, she laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, “Was I pretty?” She asked jokingly.

Buggy grinned and set her back down, leaning down slightly and lifting her chin up, “Gorgeous.” He answered, he then looked around for a moment, watching as his crew of freaks walked out of the tent to have dinner at their camp out. Looking back down at Y/n, he put his jacket over her.

“Help me get the audience out of here, I want a private show.”

Y/n helped Buggy cram all of the poor civilians in one of their empty trailers they would use for storage. “I feel bad.” Y/n said as they walked back to the tent, he had his arm around her waist.

“Don’t start nagging me about them again.” Buggy rolled his eyes, “How else am I supposed to get people to come and watch?”

“Anybody will come to a circus on their own free will, Buggy. You don’t have to force anybody.” Y/n looked up at him, with that little pout that would always bring him to his knees. He looked away and shook his head, “They won’t. Not for me.” They didn't say anything more about that, Y/n looked down at the ground as the slightly damp grass stained her ballerina slippers.

Once making it back to the tent, Buggy pulled his throne out and had it sit in front of one of the stands, he leaned back and watched Y/n get into place. Even the way she climbed up was sexy, and when she would tie the ribbons around her ankles— it's not like Buggy had a foot fetish or anything, but her body was perfect and every movement seemed so enchanting. Y/n was so beautiful, Buggy almost felt bad for her. Sometimes it felt like he was taking advantage of her even though she would swear up and down she was madly in love with him and wanted him more than anything. What if she was lying just to spare his feelings? Or lying because she was afraid that he would threaten her if she didn’t comply??

Those thoughts often made Buggy sick and he would push them to the very back of his mind so it wouldn’t bother him. But after every jerk session he would have to the thought of Y/n, they always found their way to resurface as he sat there alone in his bed or at his desk with a wet rag in his hand.

“Doin’ great baby.” Buggy called out with a soft chuckle as Y/n finally made her way back up to the top. She giggled in response, glancing at him for a moment before looking away. At this point she could move freely with those ribbons around her legs, she reached her hands back and began to untie her bikini top.

Buggy’s eyes widened, anticipation ate at him and he felt a fire shoot down to his crotch. Then her top dropped to the ground. It wasn’t something he hadn’t seen before by all means— but she was naked out in the open, tied up in ribbons. It was only then that he noticed that she had taken her bottoms off as well, how had he not noticed that?!

That added more fuel to the fire as he had a visible cock outline in his trousers now. He palmed at it subtly as he watched Y/n spin herself around and do other sensual movements, more seductive than what she had done in her act. She looked gorgeous, especially in the circus lighting, it casted shadows upon her that accentuated her silhouette. Y/n dropped upside down, hanging by one foot from the ribbons, Buggy bit his lip when he watched her breasts bounce from the sudden drop.

She was wrapped up in those ribbons completely, there was something so erotic about the red fabric twisting and gripping around her naked body. Buggy wondered what it would be like to have her tied up and at his mercy, her arms and legs restrained, one wrapped around her neck and him pulling at the ribbon like a leash as he fucked her hard. Buggy grit his teeth and tilted his head back, letting out a quiet grunt at the thought.

Buggy was so close, rubbing himself more intently— then the lights suddenly shut off. He immediately stood up and shouted in anger, “WHO THE FUCK TURNED OFF THE LIGHTS?!” He screeched. Y/n was taken aback, nearly falling before catching herself on the ribbons, looking around as her eyes adjusted to the dark.

“We’re just closing up for the night, Captain…” One of the backstage managers said nervously, standing in the opening of the tent. Y/n immediately covered herself up, Buggy’s cheeks were flushed a bright red, both from anger and embarrassment. “I’M IN HERE WITH Y/N!!!” He shouted, “YOU COULD CLEARLY SEE ME!!!”

“S-Sorry Captain!! We can turn the lights back on?”

“No!! No!! Forget it!!” Buggy huffed and detached his hand so he could float his coat up to Y/n so she could cover herself, “Come on, Y/n.”

Y/n slowly lowered herself, and once she was on the ground she picked up her discarded bikini and scurried towards Buggy. He put an arm around her and rushed out of the tent, grumbling and scowling under his breath as they rushed back to the ship. “Do you think they saw anything?” Y/n looked up at Buggy and laid his coat on a nearby chair once they got back to his cabin on the ship. “Probably not, you were really high up.” Buggy shrugged, pushing the coat on the floor so he could sit on the chair, his legs spread out.

He had taken his shirt off, once they got settled in, chest covered in thick hair with a happy trail that let up to his belly button. Buggy patted his lap, “C’mon, daddy’s still sexed up.” He said lowly, leaning back in his seat as he watched Y/n make her way over to him. She was still naked. Buggy began to hope that those crew members did see her like that, so they could know that she’s completely off limits and belongs to him and him only.

Slowly, she crawled on his lap, each thigh slowly making their way to straddle his lap. He immediately began rubbing up and down one of her thighs, groaning at the feeling of her skin beneath his fingertips, “Good girl.” He said in a gravelly tone. Y/n smiled softly as she rested her hands on his chest, slowly making their way up to rest on his shoulders, subtly ruffling up his chest hair in the process. Buggy leaned up to press a kiss onto her lips, his stubble always scraped her but she never complained.

The taste of booze was thick on his tongue, making Y/n whimper and make a face but it quickly passed as the kiss lengthened. Buggy leaned back and let out a nervous chuckle, “Sorry, I probably taste like shit.”

Y/n laughed and held his face, giving his lips another kiss, “It’s ok. Explains why you’re so horny.”

Buggy laughed too, his hands resting on Y/n’s hips, he gave them a firm squeeze, “Hey, even without the alcohol, you’re like a walking viagra for me.” He joked. As he gripped her hips, he slowly brought her down lower on his lap, letting her bare pussy rub against his bulge, his cock pulsed in his boxers and he let out a low groan. Y/n whimpered at the feeling of fabric rubbing against her wet clit, she leaned her head into the crook of his neck. Buggy placed one hand on the back of her head while guiding her hips with the other, he gently caressed her while humping himself into her.

He rolled his head back, letting out deep pleasured grunts, he then kissed the side of Y/n’s head. Even after he’s fucked her so many times, he still has a lingering anxiety; he didn’t want to be too rough and scare her off. She was quite young and that itself made Buggy feel a butt ton of guilt, so he peppers her with kisses and gives her gentle caresses and whispers praise into her ear while getting his rocks off with her. Buggy really cared for her even if he was shit at showing it, the last thing he would want to do was make Y/n scared.

He stroked the back of her head as he humped faster, his hand rubbing up and down her waist, softly squeezing her skin as they both let out soft breaths and moans. “You’re doing so good for me… just let me do all the work, baby.” He whispered in her ear, “Doing so good, your little cunt getting wet, all for me.” Buggy was getting so close, his pants and groans becoming more rough as his pelvis trembled.

It wouldn’t be the first time he’s came in his boxers, this time he’s made more of a mess than usual, but he really couldn’t help himself. He let out a groan as he relaxed into his seat, holding the back of Y/n’s neck as he breathed heavily. Y/n pulled away, it caught Buggy off guard for a moment but he let out a soft grunt when she adjusted herself on his lap. He held her shoulders as her back pressed against his chest, she spread her legs and let her thighs sit on each of the arm rests and yanked Buggy’s hand down between her legs.

“Needy are we?” Buggy chuckled, but he gave her what she wanted and dove his fingers into her pussy, amazed by how wet she was. He dragged his fingers up and down her slit, then circled them around her clit, he wrapped an arm around her torso to keep her in place as she trembled. Y/n held onto Buggy’s forearm, moaning and whimpering his name as he continued to play with her pussy. He continued to kiss her temple and the top of her head, praising her while giving her what she needed.

It wasn’t long before she had her own release, and they both sat there in each other’s arms, Y/n’s face nuzzled back into his neck as she laid sideways on his lap. Buggy held her close, lightly bouncing her in his lap.

“Are you ok?” He whispered to her after they finally caught their breath and came down from their high. Y/n laughed and looked up at him, tracing his jawline with her finger as she looked into his striking blue eyes, “You always ask me that.”

Buggy scoffed and looked away, “I have to.” He chuckled, “I still can’t help but think I’m forcing you to do this.”

Y/n sat up and softly smacked Buggy in his chest, “Buggy! I told you that you’re not!” She frowned, “I’m the one who came onto you first.”

“I know! I know… but,” Buggy sighed, “You never stay.” He whispered, he sounded so desperate and he honestly regretted opening his big mouth once the words left it. But Y/n gently turned his head back to face her, “I… I didn’t think you’d want me to stay.”

Buggy looked at her, “What? Why wouldn’t I?” He furrowed his brows. Y/n shrugged, “I dunno… I’m always sticky afterwards, I didn’t think you’d wanna sleep next to that.” Buggy couldn’t help but laugh at that, then kiss her on the lips.

“Hey, you’re always complaining about me being sweaty but you’re still all over me.” He grinned, holding her face and gently pressing his thumbs into her cheeks. His expression then slowly dropped as he glanced away again, “And um… Why do you always hide your face?” He asked, “In my neck, my chest, in the pillows, the blankets…” he swallowed, looking away. She never looked at him during sex, she was always hiding her face in something and Buggy couldn’t help but feel like it was because of him-

“I have an ugly o-face.” She answered quietly, looking down as she dragged her finger through his chest hair. Buggy furrowed his brows in confusion, then looked at her, “What the fuck does that mean?”

Y/n looked back up at him, “O-face… like, orgasm face.”

Buggy felt heat rise to his cheeks from embarrassment, “Oh… that makes sense— WAIT! NO, your face isn’t ugly!” He gently grabbed her by the chin, squeezing her cheeks between his fingers, “Now that you told me that, I’m not gonna let you hide anymore.” He chuckled.

Y/n groaned and wiggled her face out of his grip, “Don’t make me embarrass myself in front of you!” She pushed him in his chest once again. “You’re not gonna embarrass yourself, babe. You’re gonna make yourself look more hot and irresistible.” Buggy grinned.

“Screw you. I’m gonna take a bath.” Y/n stuck her tongue out at him before standing up, “You need one too, you stink.”

“I’ll take one tomorrow.” Buggy rolled his eyes as he detached his hand and reached for a stray bottle. Y/n quickly snatched his hand, then ripped the bottle out of it, “No. You’re gonna take one now.”

“HEY!!” Buggy growled and stood up, reaching out to grab his hand, but Y/n yanked it away and was already trotting off to the bathroom with it.

[tarobii]

【Happy Birthday, Silver!】

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“Father, where are we going?”

“I am quite curious as to where you are taking us, Lilia.”

“I’m sure Lilia-sama has something great in mind!”

Lilia chuckled and patted Silver. “Cater showed me this positively delightful little cafe. They have such delicious food, and the atmosphere is most calming. I’ve been wanting to bring all of you over at some point, and what better time than Silver’s birthday?”

“Oh, that sounds nice. I appreciate the sentiment. Thank you for bringing us today, Father.” Silver smiled. Malleus donned a smirk and hummed, “Yes, that does sound quite delightful. I’m looking forward to trying their dishes.” Sebek nodded, “It does sound nice. I hope the food is…” he shuddered, “Good.”

Lilia nodded along, “Yes, yes, I assure you they have delicious food!” He continued to lead the trio, eventually turning a corner. “There it is! Cute, isn’t it?” Lilia pointed to a small building with a striped pink awning and cursive lettering on the window spelling “Stargazer’s Cafe”. As the quartet approached, Malleus noted their outdoor decor. “Oh? Are these orchids? You don’t see blue orchids often,” he marveled. Lilia chirped, “Right? Their flowers are always so nice! Olivier—he’s the owner—tells me they source them from the flower shop right across the street.” He hummed, “I wonder if these flowers have any particular meaning. Anyways, let’s go in! Come, come!” Lilia ushered everyone inside.

“Welcome to Stargazer’s Cafe,” a familiar voice rang out as the quartet entered. Sebek pointed and shouted, “HUMAN!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?” Eden startled for a moment, before sighing. “First off, it’s ‘Merry’ to you. Second, I work here. Third, don’t yell. You’ll disturb the customers.” Sebek quickly looked around and bristled. “WHA- THERE’S NO ONE ELSE HERE!!!” Eden ignored him and continued, “Anyways. Hi, Lilia! Silver, Malleus. What brings you here?”

“DON’T IGNORE ME????”

“Eden, hi! We’re here to celebrate Silver’s birthday, kee hee hee.”

“Father… Hello Eden. I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Greetings, child of man. It’s nice to see you here.”

Eden’s face contorted into surprise. “Wait, it’s your birthday? Hello?? Why didn’t you tell me? I need to get you a gift—” He started looking around frantically, then ducking behind the counter. Silver held a hand up, “Ah, hold on… There’s no need to do that.” Eden popped back up and wagged a finger. “Nuh uh! I have to. It’s the law,” he said as he turned around. “One sec. I think I have something in the back.” Eden disappeared into the back before Silver could respond. “Wait, is it actually the law…?” Silver asked, concerned. Lilia chuckled, “Perhaps it is!” Malleus but a hand to his chin in thought. “How interesting. Human customs are quite strange,” he mused. Sebek stared at the three, debating over telling Silver the truth, but not wanting to risk bursting Malleus’ bubble.

“Aha!” Eden’s voice rang out. “Silver! Close your eyes. I found it,” Eden smiled, reappearing with his hands behind his back. “Alright,” Silver obliged, closing his eyes. As Eden trotted closer, Silver could hear a chuckle from Lilia, a hum of amusement from Malleus, and a… scoff? From Sebek. Silver merely waited for Eden’s surprise, until he felt a gentle touch on his head. “There! You can open your eyes now. Merry Cr—I mean—Happy birthday, Silver!” Eden chirped.

Silver opened his eyes, and huffed out a laugh. “A ribbon?” Eden nodded and put his hands on his hips. “Yep! Now you’re the present! Your existence is a gift to the world!” Eden beamed, turning up the theatrics. “Or something like that,” Eden tittered. “Anyways,” he slid back behind the counter and winked, “What would you like to order? It’s on the house for the birthday boy.”

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SILVER BIRTHDAY!!! 👑

yk I was originally just gonna draw silver and nothing else but as you can see that didn't happen LMAO

so here's a fake birthday card <3 it was really fun actually!

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(no blur + closeups below the cut)

[subskz]

do u think jisung would somehow tie himself up with red ribbon with a cute bow on top and shove a thick vibrating dildo deep into his ass and lay there all naked and tied up with a gag in his mouth and with a tag that’s addressed to you and the tag also says “don’t open til christmas” and he did this all on christmas eve so that you can wake up to an extremely overstimulated jisung under the christmas tree next to all the other gifts and he’s bawling his eyes out from pleasure and his drool and cum is everywhere and he’s extremely loud and whiny despite the ball gag and he lowkey regrets it but not bc damn does it feel good but damn does it feel too good and he’ll probably pass out if you decide to unwrap him and fuck him but he won’t mind because he’s also highkey a slut for somno and will want to wake up in a puddle of his cum and drool and with you still fucking him and he can’t even think anymore like he’s just incoherent atp but he fucking loves it all? no? too much?

oh wow 😰💞 maybe it is a bit too much but for an idea as insanely hot as this let’s suspend our disbelief for a minute hehe

hannie would no doubt dream abt doing smth like this for you (and very much for himself too lol) it’s one of those cases where he’s thinking w his dick insteand of his head bc he’s way too turned on by the thought of being your personal gift to care abt what might go wrong...there’s no need to think when his mind is gonna be broken by the end of it anyway 🥰 he’d be so excited that he’s hard and dripping before he even finishes setting everything up, he might even tie a cute red ribbon at the base of his dick too so it can stay harder for longer

he starts off w an adorable setup, a bow in his hair, the silky ribbon laced over his whole body, wrapped around his muscles to the best of his ability, the presents laid neatly out around him, but it’s all pointless when u find him the next morning floating in and out of consciousness after all his orgasms w the soft christmas tree skirt underneath him completely soiled from all his cum and drool and the presents scattered everywhere bc of how much he thrashed around in fit after fit of overstimulation 💔 sweet hannie tried to be considerate by gagging himself so he wouldn’t wake you up through the night, but you’re absolutely right abt him whining and moaning so loudly that even the ballgag wouldn’t fully silence him

his muffled noises still ring out so loudly and he sounds so helpless and disoriented, like he isn’t the one who did this to himself. by the time you come to unwrap your gift his voice would be hoarse from all his crying, eyes glassy, jaw aching, face soaked w sweat and tears and saliva and body stained w load after load of cum…but his eyes would light up so bright when he spots u and his lips would curve into a weak, lazy smile around the gag <3 when he passes out from exhaustion and wakes up to find you still fucking him he might just cum on the spot the instant his foggy brain processes what’s going on, bc the whole idea behind his plan was that he’s meant to be your gift after all! so he’s happy to be used

and once you’re done w him, you scoop up your wrecked baby to gently put him back together 💗 give him water, bathe him, wrap him up in a nice warm blanket and make him a cup of hot cocoa to sip happily away at

[its-vannah]

Surprise | Eddie Roundtree x Reader

A/N: This easily became one of my favorites I've ever written. Hope you all enjoy it 💕

Warnings: Please scroll down to the bottom of the fic as it contains heavy spoilers

Daisy Jones and The Six Masterlist

Eddie paced around your apartment, waving his hands in the air while he rattled on about Billy's treatment of him during one of their latest concerts.

The two of them weren't exactly cordial to each other, with one usually down the others throat, but you understood how Eddie felt. He had finally gotten the chance to have a minute in the spotlight while Daisy sang—and Billy ripped the opportunity out of his hands.

As soon as he got back from the tour, he went straight home to vent to you about it.

"I mean, who the fuck does he think he is?" Eddie exclaimed, his slapping his sides, "If he's not the center of attention, then he's not happy!"

He rambled on, "And his whole obsession with Daisy? Don't get me started. They don't even let us write for the albums—at all. You know, Graham wrote a song. A fucking great song. And you know what Billy said?"

"What did he say?" You hummed.

"He said no, we don't want your damn song on the album because it's not your job to write the songs."

You tilted your head to the side, "Verbatim?"

"Well, no, but that's what he meant," Eddie groaned, bracing himself against one of the barstools in the kitchen, "He's got a stick permanently shoved up his ass."

You got up from your spot on the couch and walked to stand behind him. Once your fingers found his shoulders, you began moving them in circles to loosen up the tension in his upper body.

He relaxed a bit, leaning into your touch.

"Eddie, I'm sorry that happened at the concert," You said, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade, "Next time, stand your ground. Tell him if it's been decided you'll go out there, then you're going to go. To hell with what he thinks. It's not just his band, it's all of yours."

A sigh escaped his lips as he nodded, "It feels like shit being on his bad side. He always wants to be in control."

"Then let him," You said as he turned to face you, "It'll catch up with him eventually."

Eddie pressed his lips to your temple, wrapping his arms around you, "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I was a dick when I got home," He explained, "Didn't even ask how my girl's day was."

Your hand moved to cup his cheek, rubbing his cheekbone with your thumb, "It's okay, Ed, you had a shitty day with Billy. You know I'm here if you need someone to talk to. You should, anyway, I'm your wife."

Your teasing tone caused a slight smile to appear on his face as he leaned in to kiss you—properly, as he said, this time.

He pulled away not long after, "So, how were you while I was gone?"

"About that," You said, taking a step back towards the living room to grab something from beneath the side table, "I have a surprise for you."

"For me?" He questioned, confusion washing over his face before he raised his eyebrows, "I mean, if you're in the mood, I am. How long has it been? Since the day before the tour?"

Playfully glaring back at Eddie, you picked the small box up and carried it over to him, "Put your hands out

"I feel like a kid all over again," He admitted as he stuck his hands out, "Don't tell me I have to close my eyes."

"You don't."

"Is it a pony?" He teased, causing you to laugh in response.

You shrugged, "Let's just hope I got the right kind."

He held the box in his hands, confused as to what it could be.

"Open it."

He undid the ribbon, sliding it off the box before lifting the lid. The bassist was left with more tissue paper, something he was never fond of.

Once he lifted back the layers and saw the contents, his eyes widened.

Inside was a pair of little baby boots and a small guitar pick. Unlike some of his bandmates who would've stared at it wondering what it meant until they had to be told, it clicked in his head right away.

In a small, soft voice, his eyes met yours, "You're pregnant?"

You nodded as he set the box down on the coffee table, gently taking you in his arms and weaving his hands through your hair, pressing your head to his chest.

"God, I'm gonna be a dad."

Smiling into his chest, you inhaled the lingerinf scent of his cologne, "The best."

The two of you stood there for a while, living in the world you had created on your own. In that moment, there was no Billy, no band, and no way in hell anything could ever tear you away from eachother.

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Warnings: Pregnancy, marriage, Billy Dunne SLANDER

[callsign-rogueone]

reunification day - d.a.

Dain Aetos x reader part two of Dain and Love's story words: 2.6k 🏷: no book spoilers really, set pre-Fourth Wing, feminine reader but no pronouns used, this one is pretty tame and fluffy if you don't think too hard about the implications of literally every word, Col. Aetos makes an appearance and is a total jerk, as usual, delving into Dain's ~issues~ a bit, and hopefully showing a little more of Love's personality. I really like this one. a lot. I hope you do too. no other girlfriends mentioned this time, but can anyone guess who a certain someone was looking for before the speeches started?

It’s been over a year since you’ve spent this much time getting ready for anything. You’ve missed this feeling, sitting in front of your mirror humming a soft tune as you go through your routine, doing up your hair -- that part is made much easier with your signet, the strands curling and smoothing and pinning themselves to your liking while you darken your eyelashes and brush through your eyebrows, glossing your lips and making everything soft and shiny.

It’s a nice change of pace from your usual rushed mornings at the school, but it doesn’t feel the same, not how it used to, when you’d do all of this with a smile, genuinely excited for the occasion, for the opportunity to take a break from the training and the preparing-for-war to spend time with your family at their formal gatherings, with singing and dancing and food and all the trappings of Tyrrish culture -- because the occasion you’re preparing for right now is a holiday celebrating the anniversary of Navarre making those things illegal.

Either way, you look damn good, and you’re going to let everybody in attendance see it. 

“Your friends are outside,” Cosa reports — you’d told them not to wait for you, and they know better than that, anyway, especially when you have a reason to take your time getting ready like this.

With one last adjustment to the skirt of your dress, and one more lingering glance at yourself in the mirror, you drape the long silk wrap over your shoulders and slip out your door, heading down the hall out to the courtyard, where the party — if one could call it that — is just getting started, cadets trickling in slowly and settling into their formations.

You spot Dain in his usual place in the block. Of course he’d be one of the first to get here.

“You clean up nicely,” you greet, brushing a piece of fluff from the collar of his uniform. You let your fingertips skim over the broad expanse of his shoulder, lingering perhaps a second too long before you pull your hand back.

He represses a shiver, his cheeks reddening. “You too,” he manages. “You’re… wow.”

You smile at how flustered he is, at the blush spreading across his cheeks and his difficulty forming complete sentences. “Thank you. I may have a shitty relationship with this holiday, but I’ll take the excuse to be pretty for an evening.”

“You’re always pretty,” he says quietly, still looking at you.

It’s a compliment you’ve gotten from dozens of men before, one you usually brush off, but your heart skips hearing it from the one man who hasn’t been falling at your feet all year. 

“He thinks I’m pretty,” you whisper to Cosa, unable to keep the smile off your face.

She sounds amused. “Of course he does. Now, are you going to do something about it?”

That is the question; but she should know by now that you don’t chase after anything or anyone, especially not men.

“Thank you,” you reply warmly.

It’s obvious that he doesn’t know where to go from here, what to say next. 

You’re standing at eye level with him, or close to it, for the first time ever, and he can’t look away; mesmerized by the color of your irises and the flutter of your eyelashes as you blink, the barely-there shimmer coating your eyelids.

“Are you wearing heels?” he asks, finally putting it together. 

You nod, shifting the long skirt of your dress to show him the simple black stilettos underneath, thick silk ribbons wrapped around your ankles to keep them in place, tied with perfect bows.

He’s in over his head. Thankfully the next sentence that comes out of his mouth isn’t about how much he’d like to kneel down and tug at the ribbons until the bows came undone, to slide the shoes off and… 

“Did you really cross the parapet with those in your bag?” he asks, still looking at them.

“I did,” you answer, smiling. “They’re my favorites — they were a gift from my favorite brother. And they’re black, so they’re codex-approved.”

Fair enough.

It stands to reason that you’d have a favorite pair of shoes, and a collection of them back home — in the year that he’s known you, he’s learned that you place a high value on your physical appearance, and you aren’t afraid to modify your uniform within the bounds of regulation, finding subtle ways of making it your own.

You settle into your usual spot between him and Sawyer, who looks to be searching for someone in the crowd, his shoulders sinking when he realizes they aren’t there. You offer him a soft smile that he returns silently, your attention returning to the dais just as the clock strikes seven.

“I should have asked Bodhi what his bet was on the length of the speeches,” you tell Cosa, preparing yourself for a very boring next thirty minutes. She doesn’t respond. 

It's a bit unfair that her and her friends get the evening off while you’re forced to listen to these self-labeled war heroes prattle on about patriotism and the importance of this terrible holiday as if you and your compatriots aren’t even here.

“Twenty-eight minutes,” she relays after a few seconds.

You try not to laugh. “Tell him I say thirty-two, and the winner gets ten Krown.”

Another short pause. “He finds these terms acceptable.”

You subtly shift your weight back and forth between your feet throughout the speeches — which add up to thirty-one minutes, if you count the awkward transitions between them — having grown unused to the heeled shoes in the last year of wearing flat black boots every day.

You’re finally dismissed, the formations breaking as riders move around to find their friends for the rest of the evening. You turn toward third wing, looking for Imogen, who will be the easiest to spot with her unconventional hair color — you’re sure she absolutely despises this whole thing, but especially the required dress.

“Cadet Aetos,” someone calls, and he freezes at the voice for a split second before turning toward it.

The colonel insignia on the man’s collar and the shape of his jaw is enough for you to connect the dots — that’s Dain’s father, and he’s approaching with both General Sorrengail and King Tauri in tow.

You’ve just spotted Imogen and Bodhi, but you can’t leave now, not when three of the aforementioned war heroes are looking directly at you. You plaster a smile onto your face, adjusting your shawl. “Your Majesty, General, Colonel,” you greet in order of rank, extending a perfect curtsy to the king with a polite smile and a nod of the head to the others.

The monarch smiles back, but the officers don’t.

“I don’t believe we’ve been introduced,” the Colonel says, turning his gaze to you. Ice spreads through your veins, and for a moment you wonder if he possesses some physiological signet that he’s using on you, or if he’s just that cold and calculating because he knows exactly who you are. 

But neither of those options explain why the quadrant’s poster boy is looking at this uniformed officer — his own father — like a wolf that’s about to bite.

You give him a slight dip of your chin in deference. “Cadet Callwell, sir. Second squad, flame section, fourth wing — the same as your son. I can see the family resemblance,” you add with a disarming smile.

Dain winces beside you.

Your graceful response doesn’t seem to have thawed things between you and Aetos Senior any further, but luckily, someone changes the subject of conversation; King Tauri himself. “Tell me, cadets, how are you finding your studies?”

“Very well, your Majesty,” you answer with a polite smile. “We are fortunate to have such experienced and knowledgeable professors.” 

You nudge Dain’s foot with yours, silently prodding him to say something.

“Yes,” he agrees after a few seconds, “Fortunate indeed. The last year has been a challenge, but one that I know will prepare us to serve our country well.”

That is exactly what the King wants to hear. “And how fortunate am I, to have such valiant students with such bright futures ahead of them.”

“You flatter us, Your Majesty,” Dain responds, finally having found his voice.

General Sorregail still hasn’t said a word, watching the pair of you silently.

The Colonel gives you both a curt nod. “Thank you, Cadets. That will be all.”

Dain bows, and you drop another curtsy to the king, earning yourselves another fond smile before you turn away, but as you cross the courtyard, your blood is boiling on Dain’s behalf. Colonel Aetos hadn’t even spared him a smile. No loving touch, no real goodbye for his only son whom he may very well never see again, no use of his name, just Cadet?

Dain speaks first once you’re out of their earshot, sounding stunned. “I don’t think Tauri even realized you were marked. How did you…”

“It’s a party trick of mine,” you answer, stopping to sit on a small stone bench by one of the courtyard’s open archways. “One I learned very quickly after I got this.”

You let the silk drape drop from your shoulders, exposing the smoky relic trailing up your arm. Dain’s eyes catch on it immediately, like they do every time you’re not wearing long sleeves, studying the intricate swirls that don’t seem to follow any particular pattern, winding up and down your arm near-randomly.

“It’s the first thing anyone sees about me, or any of my friends. But I figured out that if I was perfect in every other regard, if I was charming enough and followed all the rules and did everything correctly, they wouldn’t notice it,” you say, gazing up at the stars. 

It’s a remarkably clear night, several of the summer constellations visible, but he remains focused entirely on you as you continue.

“The thing people don’t realize is that we’re all from “good families”, or we were, before they killed our parents. The Laurents were one of the most successful families in Tyrrendor before their assets were seized. So were the Durrans. Xaden is technically a Duke, now that he’s of age, but his duchy was burnt to a crisp.

My point is, we all know how to stand on ceremony and lay a proper table and dance a waltz and speak to authority figures, but people see the relics, or the names on our flight jackets, or how we speak or braid our hair or anything that shows our culture, and they forget all that. They just see a pack of rabid dogs.

Navarre used to respect us, to look at us like we were valuable. And then once we asked for not just a seat at their table, but for a table of our own, they decided we weren’t worth the dirt our houses were built on, and that everything we touched was tainted. They torched my mother’s rose garden and shattered every window in the house the day they arrested my father, just because they could.

So I know it sounds pathetic, or bratty, or whatever other adjectives you want to use, but being able to wear high heels and makeup and a pretty dress once a year is important to me, even if it’s for a holiday celebrating the death of so many people I loved, because it’s the only time that I get to feel like the girl I used to be, who didn’t have to fight for her life every day, who had parents that loved her more than anything in the world, and who was looked at like a person, not a fugitive or a liability or a wild animal.”

“It’s not pathetic,” he says softly. “I know I will never truly understand, but I get it. And for whatever it’s worth, you look perfect.”

“Thank you,” you whisper.

He starts another sentence that’s interrupted by the crackle of fireworks exploding into the air, startling both of you. He laughs, a sound you’ve hardly ever heard over the last year, but you like it.

You drape the silk back around your shoulders to fight the chill of the night air and pat the cold stone next to you, inviting him to sit. He accepts, perching on the other end of the bench and looking up at the night sky, keeping a respectful distance between you as the show continues, a few minutes of comfortable quiet.

With one last fizzling red firework, the display ends, and you hear applause from the other side of the courtyard, where most of the quadrant is gathered.

“Dain,” you say quietly, throwing him off balance, “I wanted to apologize earlier, but…”

“What for?” he asks, that cute little confused look on his face, head tilted and brows pinched. It would make you smile if you weren’t about to rip the bandage clean off, to end whatever this is before it can even start. 

You choose your words delicately. “Tauri may not have realized who I am, but your father certainly did, and judging by the way he left things with you, he was clearly upset by it. If that’s going to have consequences for you, that he found you talking to me…”

“Oh, he’s always been like that,” he dismisses. “He’s never been one for any kind of affection. I’ve learned not to take it personally.”

It all makes sense now, why Dain is… like that, why he never touches you, why you’re always just Cadet Callwell to him and never anything else, why he’s so strict and by the book; the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

But from the two minutes you’d spent with the Colonel, you can tell that Dain is twice the man he’ll ever be; not cold and uncaring, not prejudiced or cruel… he might even have room for someone like you in his heart.

You shouldn’t get your hopes up about that.

“Still… I’m sorry,” you say softly. “If he gets mad at you about it, say the word and I’ll keep my distance, or ask to be reassigned. I don’t want to make things tense between you.”

“It’s fine,” he reassures. “I’m sorry he made you uncomfortable. He tends to have that effect on people. It’s part of the reason I didn’t have many friends growing up— the other kids were scared of him.” 

He smiles, but you can tell there’s a tender wound underneath. “And I wanted to say it earlier, too, but thank you. For helping me not look like a total idiot in front of the king, and for showing me a new perspective.”

You smile — not the fake one he’d seen you give Tauri, but a real smile, one that makes your eyes sparkle like the stars. “Of course.” 

“Your friends are probably looking for you,” he says quietly, and you startle as you realize he’s right, that you’d completely forgotten about finding them, too focused on impressing the King, and then you hadn’t wanted to abandon Dain after that conversation… It’s not like you wanted to spend time with him or anything. You definitely wouldn’t choose him over your friends, right?

You rise from the bench, smoothing a hand over your skirt. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” he replies, giving you one last look, soaking up the sight of you in that dress before you walk away and things go back to normal between you: regular uniforms tomorrow morning, and your usual rivalry and bickering at formation, with your friends constantly watching the pair of you and scrutinizing his every move.

If you hadn’t each inherited the wars of your fathers, maybe then this could work — but then you would never have met. 

He doesn’t know if that would be better or worse.

[mystargirl-interlude]

𝙻𝙰𝙲𝚈

Billy Hargrove. heart throb of Hawkins Indiana, he could have any girl he ever wanted. Im not going to sit here and lie and say I don't have feelings for him, he's treated me nicely but that doesn't mean he wants me? I don't look like the other girls in Hawkins, I know beauty is not my lack but the way I'm treated it feels like that.

im not popular so the day billy came up to me during the last semester of junior year was a big shock to me 

sitting in French class listening to mrs Roberts give us our last graded assignment before the school year ends I can hear billy and Sarah talk about their plans for the weekend.

Sarah she is by far one of the most stunning girls in Hawkins, basically a Bridget Bardot reincarnate, gorgeous pale skin, honey blonde hair. what wouldn't you love about her? 

getting out of my thoughts by the bell ringing I grab my stuff and go start walking to my locker to get my books for my next class. 

billy Hargrove

I needed to get my grades up in French class because there's most likely nothing more embarrassing than having to repeat a class

so what's better than having the pretty smart girl tutor me?

her

feeling the presence of somebody next to me I look over and see billy next to me 

"hi?" I ask

"y/n right?" he asks with a smirk

"yeah! did you need something?" 

"so I was wondering if you could help me with this grade for French class because the last thing I need is to repeat junior year" he asks

"oh yeah of course, what do you have in mind?" I ask 

"your house, say 7 a'clock?"

"yeah, sounds great! here's my address." I say giving him a piece a paper 

days pass and study session after study session pass. but also meet ups where we didn't necessarily study 

"bi-billy if we don't finish these flash card you're gonna fail" I say against his lips while I'm in his lap 

"just five more minutes 

...

a few days had passed and I would say we had something going on, we had made a few appearances at parties and I wanna say things were going well.

until he passed his test 

he stopped showing up to my house  he stopped talking to me and every time I tried to make conversation with him we would give me short answers and walk to carol and Tommy but then I see him with Sarah at school basically all hours of the day

I would say me and her were aqaintenced. we would stay hi to each other in the halls she would smile to everyone she passed, she was the sweetest thing on this side of hell  but I soon stopped talking to her  once she started being around billy and she didn't seem to mind 

did I ever tell you I'm not doing well?

the more he was with her the more I became obsessed with her I loathed her.

on the outside it would seem like I was in love with her. its like a girl crush in a different font.

every time she would compliment me it was like bullets on skin, that's how much it impacted me, being complimented by the most gorgeous girl in school. 

I kept going to parties until I didn't. the one time I didn't go to a party  I didn't expect much to happen because nothing ever does. it was the week before school ended and the Monday after the party.

the moment I walked into school all eyes were on me. walking the halls confused I feel my best friend robin pull me to the side and pull me into a hug 

"what's going on why is everyone staring at me?" I laugh confused 

"billy and Sarah were seen together all night at the party and they left together" she says really fast 

eyes watering I put a smile on 

"why would I care we were never together anyway" I laugh walking away 

making my way to French class I go to the back of the class putting my head down the class starts to fill up 

picking my head up I see Sarah is in front of me. staring at the back of her head she has a ribbon in her hair. I try to hate her I really try but I can't. it's like she's made out of angel dust.

she turns around to face me and gives me a soft smile like she feels sorry for me

its like she's out to get me.

I hate her I hate her I hate her 

but I don't. I hate my rotten mind for how much I worship her. 

billy comes in 5 minutes late and sits down next to Sarah 

I write in my journal deciding not to give him any more of my attention 

I feel his eyes on me but I can't bring my self to look up at him 

I begin writing what I feel to be a poem but I have the melody that I can't get out of my head 

lacy, oh lacy, skin like puff pastry 

tears fall on my paper and  thank god the bell rings because I couldn't stand to be around him anymore 

bolting out of the class room I hear my name being called by an all to familiar voice but my feet can't stop moving and I exit the school 

hearing footsteps behind me I turn around to see billy behind me with a saddened look on his face 

"y/n." he says in a hushed voice 

uncontrollable tears make their way out of my eyes 

"I'm sorry I can't" i say

"but I understand why you chose her, how could you not?" I whisper with a saddened smile 

I walk away before he could say anything else and I leave for the day 

night time rolls around and I get a call

picking up the phone its a call from the principle saying I don't have to return to school and I can start my summer break because I finished all my last tests early 

me and robin end up spending summer break in California with her friends Nancy and Steve along with Nancys brother and his friends the first week we are there we spend almost all the time at Venice beach 

"this is by far the best ice cream I ever had" mikes friend dustin randomly blurts out

"hey!" Steve says offended as he used to work at an ice cream shop

"what! its true" dustin gets cut off by a very familiar woman coming up to us 

"hello I know this seems very strange but would it be okay if I talked to you for a minute?" she says looking at me 

"oh! um sure " I reply standing up from the beach towel following her to the sidewalk 

"im sarah doukas with the storm modeling agency and me and my assistant saw you and couldn't take our eyes off you, you have a one of a kind look that we haven't seen for years, we can't even remember how long we have been trying to find someone with your beauty. would you like to make a contract with us for our new Chanel campaign?"

(I know that's not how it works shhh😭)

that's the first time I have heard the name Sarah and didn't want to break down

"oh my god! I absolutely love your work I knew I recognized you from somewhere, holy shit um yes I would love to!" I reply 

"great, here's our card and fittings are next week, just call the number and we will give you all the info" she smiles walking away 

shocked I quickly walk back to the group immediately pulling robin into a hug telling her what just happened 

"wait you got scouted by THE Sarah doukas??????" her and Nancy yell 

"who's that?" Steve asks oblivious to what's going on

weeks pass and so does the best day of my life. this is the first time I don't feel like I'm being drowned by Sarah and her looks I finally feel like I'm my own person 

after the photoshoot I somehow make friends with THE Naomi Campbell we exchange numbers and Chanel gives me basically a full wardrobe of clothes from them for free and they tell me my pay for the photoshoot which let me tell you was way more than I would have ever made working at the diner for a year 

but all good things come to an end and we have to go back to Hawkins to begin  the school year but the magazine comes out 2 weeks after school starts and I'm hoping people will finally look at me different but also I'm hoping they see me different now that I changed, I cut my hair just above my shoulders and I no longer have old out dated clothes.

I feel like I have grown as a person these past 3 months. Sarah no longer consumes my thoughts and neither does billy. I don't feel like throwing up every time I hear about them. I have come to peace about it 

I no longer feel like she's out to get me

for once I am actually excited to start the school year 

[moonybug444]

chill day

um??? sex

it’s a chill day. soft rain pouring outside. wind blowing, but not enough to be noisy. no traffic around, just the sound of the rain hitting the roof window in your room.

you’re laying up against the headboard on your fluffy bed—soft hands absentmindedly playing with the pink hanging canopy bed drapes. the other scratching against connie’s overgrown buzz cut as his head lays against your bare thigh. this is nice.

connie looks up at you, watching another episode of hello kitty and friends on your macbook pro—giggling to yourself.

it’s around 3ish in the afternoon and you two have done nothing but lay around in your pjs all day. he came over the other day to your apartment and had yet to leave. he didn’t even bother packing anything—half his shit is scattered around your room anyway.

he’s thumbing over your panties—the cute white ones he loves with the little red ribbon right at the top—when he hears you sigh out his name.

“connie, are you looking?” you take your hand off your curtains and itch at your collarbone, bringing his attention to the bite marks on your neck.

“yeah baby,” here it comes. “you know how much i love watching weird talking animals do weird talking animal shit.” you grin to yourself. knew it.

he sits up, stretching his arms until his shirt rides up a little—exposing the happy trail fading towards his tummy.

sure does make you happy.

he’s standing now, looking down at you smile at him like a love-struck puppy—big eyes gleaming up at him.

“what’re you lookin at?” he fakes annoyance, leaning down to trap you on the bed—his hands caging you in.

you giggle dreamily, finger coming up to trace his sharp jawline. “you, you’re really cute.”

he puts on a disgusted face. clenching his fists and giving light one, two jabs to your jaw. listening to you giggle at him.

“hmm,” he glances to your pretty lips, “gimme a kiss then.” he does that weird thing where he puts his tongue over his top lip & pouts, leaning in to you.

“ew. connie quit it!” you laugh loud when you push at his chest. he backs you into the headboard—nowhere to go.

“thought you said i was cute?”

“nuh uh,” you feel him rub on your ass. big hands running up & down your back before pausing to squeeze and repeating. you peck his lips.

“what the fuck was that?” his brows furrow, “want a better kiss than that, princess.”

you lean in, slowly rubbing your lips across. pecking, pulling away, pecking, pulling away, before you feel his tongue slide into your mouth, tangling with yours. he’s softly biting your bottom lip when he’s pulling away, a trail of saliva following when he delivers a rough smack to your ass before pulling you back in.

you whine into his mouth, already getting drunk off of just his lips. connie’s always been a good kisser, even when he was just a beginner to everything. he always caught onto the concept fairly quick.

he’s pulling you by your thighs towards the edge of the bed so you can lay flat on the back before he’s getting on top of you and pulling away for air.

“you good?” you’re already huffing and connie finds it cute, though he tries to hide the amusement in his face with a furrow in his brows and a faux concerning tone.

“y-yes…m’good.”

he’s pushing your knees up to your ears before you can even respond fully. getting a fresh view of the little mess your pussy made in her panties. he coos and rubs a thumb over your clothed clit, humming when you shudder.

“ya wanna have fun or ya wanna watch hello kitty n friends all day?”

you sniffle, “wan’…wanna have fun.”

he grins at you, leaning down to place a single kiss on your nose before giving one harsh hump against your panty-clad cunt.

“fuckkk,” he moans loud before continuing. grinding himself on you hard and fast, handling your tits for leverage. “feel you soaking through my boxers princess, you want it?”

you rub your hands over his chest, eyes following the bulge that started swelling up through his boxers as he humps you, “wan’ it s’bad..wan’ it in me connie.” you whimper when you feel him grind against your clit.

“shit.” abruptly he pulls away his hips, “get it wet baby.”

you’re already taking him out his boxers, rubbing the slit a little before spitting in your hand to coat his cock, he moans and humps into it, trying to match the pace of your strokes.

you start to get a little impatient now. as much as you love watching connie’s pretty cock twitch in your hold while you make him feel good, you love the feeling of him inside you more. stopping your ministrations on his dick you look up at him with big teary eyes and a pretty pout on your lips. “connie…”

“aw, i’m sorry baby,” he gives a fat smooch to your cheek before shoving your panties to the side and spitting right on your cunt. “m’right here.”

you you yelp when he slides three fingers in your entrance without warning, little hands springing up to push him away. connie’s fingers were just so thick. everything about connie was thick. sometimes you find yourself struggling with just one of his fingers so for him to just shove three in there without any warning had tears streaming down your pretty face.

“shh. i know, i know. taking it so well baby, such a good girl.” he watches your expression go blank and a loud drawn out whine escape your lips when he curls his fingers against a specific part in your cunny. “right here huh?”

he abuses that spot until he can tell you’re used to his fingers and lines his cock up, ignoring the look on your face that almost says, ‘finally.’

he likes when you get in your cute little, ‘im a big girl, i can take it’ moods. like you don’t start screaming and crying as soon as his fat cock is in if your pussy doesn’t get princess treatment for at least 15-20 minutes. it’s ok though, he’ll give you what you want today.

he’s pushing his hands against your thighs to slowly slide into you, his thick cock stretching you out beyond comprehension.

he’s only about an inch or two in when you stop him, you tried your hardest to be a big girl but it’s just too fat, feels like he’s splitting you open.

“wait—ngh—wait…s’big.” connie rubs against your pudgy tummy before leaning down to kiss you once on your forehead, cooing down on you.

“m’almost in pretty baby” he wasn’t he still had about 6 more inches to go. ”just a little more ok? i know it hurts but you’re my big girl right?”

“uh huh..” he starts pushing back in slowly. “ ‘m your—ngh—a big girl..”

“yeah you are.” and in one harsh thrust he’s all the way in, splitting you open. you’re immediately pushing at his lower tummy trying to get him to let up some. you were barely even calmed with the one inch so for him to push all of it it. you felt like you were gonna die.

“omgomg. s’big, s’big—s’too much…!”

connie just shushes you and leans down, kissing at your nose. he knows it takes you a minute to adjust to his cock. you start crying and you throw a fit and then you’re cumming in a matter of seconds. he thinks it’s cute.

he brings his hand down to rub your clit, rolling his eyes when he hears you keep whining, ‘m’gonnadiem’gonnadie’ underneath him. his dramatic girl.

he can tell you’ve calm down when he started rubbing on your clit a little. pulling the hood up going roundnround till you start twitching and whining. you’re about ok now. he pushes hard on your thighs while he fucks you. his cock sliding out before he’s ramming it all back inside. continuing his ministrations on your clit.

it only takes a little bit of this before he feels your pussy giving him what he wants. a pretty shower.

“oh yeah,” he moans loudly in your ear. “good girl baby, this pussy is such a good girl.”

your mouth forms a small o when you feel connie’s dick rub repeatedly at that sensitive goo inside you. you can’t help but scratch at his back, doing all you can to fuck yourself back against him.

“right— right there, baby.” you feel your eyes and your pussy water at the same time. “m’cumming..!”

he feels it before you even say it. it takes two, three more fucks into your desperate cunt before she’s crying and giving him what he needs. he’s following quickly after that, hopelessly humping into your pretty pussy.

“ohhhh, shit.” he pulls out, moaning to himself, hand immediately flying to his cock to pump it. “lif—lift your s-shirt up.”

you watch as all your juices on his dick slide with every pump. making your pussy tighten. he’s fucking into his hand now, throwing his head back with his eyes sealed shut. it takes one look to your pretty pussy and then his eyes glance back to your face before he’s cumming. thick droops landing right on your tummy, trailing up to your tits.

you’re huffing when he’s done. trying to sit yourself up but you just plop right back down.

“why did you do thatttt. connie!”

“what?—”

“it almost hit my face. connie, y’know i hate it on my face—” he knows you do. that’s why he tried his best to avoid it so he didn’t have to hear you whine. he only likes the whines that comes out of your mouth when he’s fucking you. the ‘your cocks too big, connie!’ whining. not the petty bitchy whining.

“shuddup,” he rolls his eyes at you. grabbing you softy but securely around your neck. “gimme a kiss.”

[ten-shi-fandoms]

Their love language + a bit of them as a partner:

Blue Lock addition pt 2

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CW: Characters are of age, Ryusei Shidou being himself, Slightly suggestive (Both Ryusei and Sae), fluff/angst headcanons, pet names, mentions of violence (Ryusei)

Characters: Sae Itoshi, Shidou Ryusei

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Sae Itoshi ⚽😮‍💨:

Fluff:

I feel like Sae's love language would be gift giving more than anything else.

Since Sae is a famous football(soccer) player he's not usually home to spend time with you so instead he'll send you gifts to make up for his absence.

It will usually be souvenirs from the places he's went to trinkets that remind him of you.

He loves giving you gifts that compliment you as well.

Things like a certain types of clothing that looks amazing on your body shape, accessories that compliment your eyes or even new products for you to use like hair care or skin care he knows you like.

He wants you to feel comfortable and happy in your own skin so giving you gifts that compliment you are some of his favorites to give.

Sometimes he'll send you some scandalous stuff to though-

Things like handcuffs, ribbons and even lingerie sets regardless of your gender.

And he always will send notes with these scandalous gifts.

Usually these notes talk about how he wants to see you in the things he sent and how he can't wait to send you more stuff to use in the bedroom.

When Sae is home he still showers you with gifts but instead of him sending you stuff he likes or thinks you like, he'll take you out to pick what you want and will base his gift off of that.

If you stare at something to long expect it to be your next gift when you see a box from Sae.

Sometimes his gifts are elaborate.

Things like long trips to places you wanted to go see, large amounts of expensive clothing he got for you, and much, much more.

Sae will buy you outfits out of fine silks, and gorgeous fabrics just for him to "accidentally" mess them up when you two are alone.

Even his smaller gifts are expensive.

It ranges from diamond rings and bracelets to gem encrusted chokers and anklets.

He just loves gifting you stuff.

Angst:

Sae is usually a cool headed person but when does get upset similar to his younger brother he'll usually stay away from you.

He can control his temper but he gets even more blunt when he's upset and he doesn't feel like making you feel bad so he'll keep his distance.

However unlike his younger brother, Sae will ask you to stay nearby for him.

Its always a quiet gesture but he really doesn't want to deal with other people and will actively use you as a excuse to get out of situations when he's upset-

Like dude will full out lie and say that your being clingy and want to leave to have alone time with him-

Anyways- he still gives you gifts when he's upset.

But during this time he wants a gift back to even though he won't say it.

His gift is you.

He wants you and your undivided attention on him no matter the situations.

He could be in a interview with you sitting behind the camera and he'll be staring at you making sure your focused on him until it's over so he can drag you back to his place from a "private conversation".

He'll take his frustrations out on you, which ends up in you not being able to walk the next morning-

But if he's not in the mood he'll hold you.

His arms around your torso, his head laying on your chest as he feels your chest rise and fall. It calms him down and gets him in a better mood.

When your upset he'll shower you in even more gifts.

Of course he'll be by your side and won't leave unless you say so, but he wants you to know he's there so he'll get you little things.

Things like your favorite snacks, the one show you wanted to watch that needed to be bought, new blankets, new stuff animals like he buys it all.

If you don't want him to to shower you in gifts he'll just stay by your side.

He'll put your head in his lap as he plays with your hair while you complain about your day, take you out to eat as you rant about work/school, he'll even cancel his flights and put his phone on do not disturb just so he can hold you when you cry.

He isn't going to speak when your upset, he stays mostly silent unless its something small like asking what you want to eat or if you want to go for a walk.

He'll be there until you fall asleep.

The next morning expect him to be gone, usually it's because of work but he would have a small gift on your table and a note just for you. (expext more gifts to randomly show up at your house thoughout the day-)

Ryusei Shidou ⚽😈:

Fluff:

This germlin's love language is physical touch.

And no it's not cute or lovey at all.

Like this man full blown bites you whenever he gets the chance-

You are covered in bite like scars because of his sharp ass teeth-

People sometimes think you guys are in a abusive relationship because of how many bites you have on your body.

So many you can't even hide them-

Not to mention he is super handsy.

Hands on your thighs, hands on your chest, back of your neck, your ass like dude can't keep his hands to himself.

He does love you though-

He shows a rare kinder (not really-) side of himself when you cuddle.

He will have his hands under your shirt as you lay your head on his chest, your legs wrapped around his waist is his favorite position, and surprisingly he'll stay there and pretty quiet to.

Any type of touching he's doing it and you have no choice but to comply.

You can be out in public and man's will straight of grab your chest before acting like he did nothing with a bit ass grin on his face.

When he's being less handsy he'll just keep a arm around your waist, or make you sit in his lap with his hand on your hips.

He may not act like it (he does) but he loves marking up your skin just to show it off.

Like he'll bite your neck, ear, collarbone, inner thighs, and make you wear outfits that show them off.

Low cut tops, loose or very short shorts, hair clips to keep your hair away from the marks to make them visible to anyone who looks at you.

He had no shame- and he expects you not to as well-

He has moments when he touches you softer to though.

He'll hold your hand pretty soft, and sometime if he isn't kissing you breathless he's caressing your cheek or the back of your neck as you kiss. He'll usually do this to tease you making you want more only for him to leave you dry-

Will tease you until he himself is also a mess, and he'll praise you for getting him so railed up.

Then he wants you to help his little "problem"-

Angst:

When Shidou is upset just try to be patient and stay away from him.

You won't see it when he's upset but you'll hear it.

Fron the cries of people he's hit, to the sound of him kicking someone, all the way to the sound of bones cracking under his hands.

If you keep your distance make sure to let him know your not afraid of him, even if you are.

He doesn't want to scare you off (if you got into a relationship with this goblin then you got guts), but he also doesn't want your disapproval.

When you do see him reassure him your there, just be careful.

Don't pity him or try to make him calm down just tell hin your there and that you won't leave.

Gently rub your hands up his back as he washes blood off his hands, wipe the blood off his face, help him wash his hair in the shower to calm hin down.

Little things like that slowly calm him down, if that doesn't work do something extravagant.

Make it entertaining, make it loud over the top.

Things like loud fireworks, taking him skydiving, watching scary movies, paint ball anything thats exciting that will quickly get him out of whatever mood he was in.

When your upset however you'll get a mixed bag.

What I mean is some days you'll have a decent boyfriend who tries (not really) to make you feel better and other days you'll get a asshole who teases you until you snap.

On the days where he's being decent he'll just let you touch him the whole day.

You want cuddles? Sure, just force your way into his arms. You want a kiss? Okay, make him bend down and kiss you. Want him to hold you? Alright just expect not to being able to leave the bed for a few days-

He doesn't know how to help you when your upset so he lets you do whatever you want.

Take his clothes, take his snacks, roll up in his blanket, he'll just get you back when your in a better mood.

When he wants to be a asshole though expect alot of yelling on your end.

He'll taunt and tease you the whole day just for you to continuously snap at him.

However this move is strategic.

He knows your stressed and in a foul mood and also knows letting it out will usually make it better, so he'll just ramp up his normal antics to piss you off to the point your red in the face from how much you yelled.

After you finished yelling, or crying, or maybe even both he'll run you both a shower.

It's a small gesture but it's something he only does for you.

He'll still tease you as he washes your body, his hands ending up in places they shouldn't be but it's all in good nature.

After showering (a few more times than you would've hoped-) he'll make food.

Usually the food is for himself and your only getting some because he made extra but he'll sit next to you while you both eat, most times while watching movies as he shit talks the main characters for almost anything.

Though when your tired, he'll cuddle you.

Not his usual cuddling but he'll spoon you and if you don't want that he'll hold you.

This often happens in silence since neither of you wish to speak.

Once you fall asleep he'll watch over you for a while before he lets himself go to sleep.

When you awake tho he'll somehow be holding your legs, his face buried in your stomach-

That is if you don't wake up with him between your leg-

[i-hug-exploder-shanks]

Hello!!!! x3

I'd like to request one o14 story please!

I had a cool idea, and I wanted to see your rendition!

Prompt: Saint and Osiris getting married!! It should take place after he comes back from the Infinite Forest, and they should invite everyone they know!! Lots of flowers hugs kisses and crying!! It would be cute, right?!!

Please and Thank you!! ♡♡

I absolutely will write an O14 wedding! Thank you for the request! This ended up being extremely schmoopy and sweet. I just realized I accidentally made this take place before he ends up in the forest because the speaker is there but I hope you like it anyway!

“Look, short of polishing your bald head until it shines, you’re done. You look great and even if we sent you out in a paper bag Saint would still think the sun shone out your ass,” Saladin grumbled at Osiris who gave him a look of annoyance.

“I should have made Shaxx my best man instead. You are terrible at this. You’re supposed to be encouraging,” The warlock complained brushing his hands down the white and gold robes he was wearing for the occasion- the occasion that happened to be his wedding.

“Shaxx wouldn’t put up with your whining either. The difference is he would have just picked you up over his shoulder by now and marched out to drop you off at Saint’s side. I have much more patience than he does. Plus Saint asked him before you even remembered best men were a thing,” Saladin countered from where he was leaning against the wall by the door.

Osiris rolled his eyes but refrained from commenting further. He knew Saladin had a point but he was nervous. This was supposed to be a day they remembered for the rest of their lives and he wanted everything to go right. He didn’t mind a few issues himself, but for Saint he wanted the moment to be perfect.

“Alright, all the guests have arrived and the Speaker said we can start whenever Osiris is ready,” Ikora said as she walked into the room in a lovely wine colored dress. Saladin nodded.

“I’ll leave him in your capable hands then. Try not to let him escape. Saint will be upset if we lose him between here and the courtyard and no one likes to see Saint upset,” Saladin said and left to go take his place out in said courtyard where the wedding was taking place.

Ikora snorted and walked over to put a hand on Osiris’ arm. “Saint loves you and you love him and in the end that is what matters the most. As soon as we get to the yard, all you’re going to see is him anyway. Come on, it’s time to go see your husband,” She said with a small smile turning up her lips as she offered him her arm and he looped his with hers.

“You are much better at this than Saladin, why did I even bother making him my best man?” He sighed and Ikora laughed.

“Because you knew if you didn’t then he would have moped about it for the next few centuries and I am a mature adult about things. Don’t worry. I know I’m your favorite,” Ikora winked at him.

“Saint is my favorite, but I suppose you could consider yourself a close second. Otherwise we wouldn’t be here right now,” he pointed out as they made their way out of the room he had been waiting in and down the hall.

Stepping out into the evening sunlight was like stepping into a dream. All the seats had lilac ribbons tied to them and there were white and gold flowers dotted with violet pops of color everywhere.

They had set everything up in a quieter area of the tower but the Traveler and city still made a stunning backdrop, and standing at the end of the aisle formed by the chairs was Saint-14 and the Speaker with Saladin off to one side as Osiris' chosen best man and Shaxx stood behind and to the side of Saint on the other side.

Saint was dressed in a white suit himself, completely out of armor for once, and as soon as his eyes met Osiris’ he lit up with joy, quite literally with how much brighter the lights of his eyes began to glow.

He was stunning and just as Ikora promised, nothing else could break Osiris’ focus on his soon to be husband. Reaching the pair who had been waiting Osiris reached out at the same time as Saint and gripped his hand tightly hoping the touch could convey what words never seemed adequate to. Saint seemed to understand as his expression softened into something more tender.

“Guardians and friends, we are gathered here today to witness the union of my son, Saint-14, and the warlock Osiris under the light and grace of the traveler...” The Speaker started but even his voice faded away as Osiris stared into Saint’s eyes wondering if he could sink into them like the void of his visions and stay there forever.

The daydream was interrupted by the Speaker asking for their vows at some undetermined time later and Osiris had to fight a blush hoping it wasn’t obvious how lost he had been. Thankfully, Saint seemed much more prepared and made a sound like clearing his throat.

“Osiris, my phoenix, to you I vow many things, but the most important of which is that the love I feel for you will never fade. What trials may come, we will face them together. What joy we find, we will also find together. When you laugh, I will laugh and when you cry I will find what made you cry and punch it until it could never trouble you again,” He started earning a few laughs from the audience and even a soft chuckle from Osiris himself. “You are my sun and I vow to be your moon and one day, together, we will go and see the stars so I can watch how they sparkle in your eyes,” He finished and Osiris swallowed against the tears building in his eyes.

“Saint, my dove, you know I could never do anything halfway when it comes to you so I might have written my vows as a sonnet... thankfully for you and our friends with us today Sagira stole those vows and likely lit them on fire. So instead I’ll just speak from my heart. To you I vow to always listen, even if we don’t agree. I vow to always return even if our paths ever pull us apart. I vow to be the sun to light your way forward even as you are my moon whose gravity holds me near and together we will reach our dream and get to dance out among the stars,” He murmured.

The Speaker rambled on about something else that Osiris couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to for a while longer but then he went quiet and Saint’s smile turned into a smirk and he leaned forward slowly clearly planning on a chaste kiss. Osiris had other plans though and tugged him forward until he almost fell and kissed him with all he was worth while everyone around them laughed, whistled and cheered.

When he finally released Saint to stand up straight again, his cheeks flaming at his lack of decorum, Saint just laughed.

“I love you, Osiris.” He said and Osiris felt his heart flutter in his chest like it always did when Saint said things like that so casually. Reaching out to clutch Saint’s hand in his own, the physical touch so much easier for him to communicate through than words alone, Osiris squeezed.

“I love you too, Saint.” He said and together they turned to face their family, friends, and the future- hand in hand.

[darlingsfandom]

dark daddy kink with emmett from the quiet place

bless you ✨

" my, oh my.." Emmett mumbled to himself as he watched you stumble on your feet towards him. You appeared to be drunk but in fact you were cold stone sober. Your hands grabbed onto the nearest tree as he stood there watching you gather yourself.

"Damn it!" You cursed out loud when your bare feet met another pine cone. You picked it up and chucked it away before you made your way towards Emmett. You had seen him around before and heard the rumors floating in the air that he's well to put politely ... creepy. He stood there scratching his chin with the tips of his fingers as you approached him. Was it your best idea to approach him ? No. We're going to anyway? Yes.

"Well look at you ! Looking like a brand new baby deer out there." A smirk curled onto his lips when you stood almost face to face with him. His scanned over you to observe that you had a piece of pink ribbon in your hair that looked like a mess, your pink dress looked like it had been through hell since it was covered in dirt and had some rips in it and in your hands were a pair of broken heels.

"You'd look like a baby deer if your boyfriend dumped you in the middle of the woods too! And I mean both literally and figuratively. Fucking asshole. Got all dolled up just for him to leave me in the middle of butt fuck no where! No cell phone, no water, no food! And now I'm here talking to you ! I don't even know you! You could be plotting my death right now and does it even seem like I'd care? No! You'd be doing me fav..." Before you could even finish the word a sharp sting came across your face as his dirty hand strikes your cheeks. Your hand instantly rubbed the sore spot as he inched closer to your face.

"You're a brat. I don't care for brats very much. Spoiled rotten is what you are. You need a lesson." Emmett pushed up against a tree and pinned your hands above your head. "I've known you five minutes and all you've done is bitch! You should be lucky that I don't kill you and the reason is because you seem like a good girl that I could keep is mine. You'd get the shelter you clearly need." His lips brushed against yours but you turned your head only to have it whipped back into his direction. His bright blue eyes burned into your lost little doe ones.

"Just to be clear... there is no choice here. You said yourself... you don't care... you're mine!. And I am not a man to piss off. Are we clear doll? You're mine! And you will do what I say." He spoke through gritted teeth as his dirty hand roamed over your body. You wanted to run but your body fought every logical thought. It had been months since you felt someone else's touch even though you had a boyfriend, he wasn't very good to put the least and here was Emmett. An older man with a beard who lived in the woods and was rugged.

"Do you understand?" He whispered into your ear before giving it a nibble.

"I... please!" A whimper escaped your glossy lips as his fingers yanked down your cotton panties.

"Please what? You're easy aren't ya doll? Just met me and already fucking soaked!" Emmetts fingers ran over your folds slowly and your legs spread like second nature.

"Please daddy!" Your face turned bright red .

"Daddy huh? You got daddy issues baby? How pathetic of you. Meeting a stranger in the woods, letting him finger you and you're calling him daddy already ? I knew you'd be the perfect pet for me. Daddy little pet! Say it!"

"I'm daddy little pet." You moaned out as his two fingers stretched you out. Your eyes rolled back into your head. The fire burning inside of you was intense as Emmett used his other hand to take your tits out of your dress and pull on your nipples causing you to yelp.

"See! I knew you could be a good girl." He pulled his fingers away from your folds before bringing them to your lips and watched as you hungrily sucked his fingers clean. He pulled his finger out of your mouth with a loud pop and grinned as he undid his pants. "Oh look at that... you're a little cock whore for daddy aren't ya? Don't even have my pants down yet and you've already dropped to your knees."

"Mmhmm gotta keep daddy happy so he doesn't hurt me." You gave him a fake pout while stroking his his thighs.

"As if you'd actually be upset that I hurt you. Little whores like you thrive off getting hurt. Smacked you earlier as your pussy was drenched. Could only imagine how wet you'd be if I actually hurt you baby doll." Emmett shoved his boxers down. His hard cock sprung free against his belly. Your eyes scanned over his area and noticed the patch of dark pubes had pre cum in them. Your mouth watered as your hand wrapped around the shaft. A soft groan left Emmett's lips before he took your hand away, rubbed the tip of his cock against your lips to mix the precum with the lipgloss and the shoved the head into your mouth.

"That's a good girl! See I knew you could be good instead of a bitch." He placed his hands on your shoulders to steady himself before looked down into your eyes, moved one hand into your hair and smirked. Before any thought could enter your brain Emmett gripped your hair into a tight fist as his hips bucked forward shoving his fat cock down your throat. He took no mercy thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth. Your eyes watered catching your mascara on the way down turning your tears black which turned Emmett on even more. The sounds were animalistic and nasty. You gagged continuously as his cock drilled down your throat. Drool, spit and tears covered your face as Emmett looked down at you keeping the grip on your head to make sure you looked up at him.

"That's it pet , take it. Take daddy's dick. This is all your good for anyways." You reached down to touch your aching clit only to feel another hard slap across the face while he fucked your face. "You get to cum when I say! And right now your going to swallow all of mine." His thrust were getting sloppy as his knees buckled a little bit. Emmett came down your throat with a loud groan. He pulled out slowly to make sure you took every drop. Your throat was sore and you felt disgusting but it felt right.

Before you could say anything, Emmett was already dressed again and had you over his shoulder. "Don't worry pet... daddy's gonna take good care of ya!" He gave you a slap on the ass as he carried you back to what was about to become your new life .

[fullofgutsndopamine]

Maybe I'll Feel Better (Give Me Forty-Five)

or: the one where you two are elementary school teachers "judging" a gingerbread house competition. hasan takes it very seriously.

listen: the bad news is all i'm watching now is hallmark movies. this was like, super briefly mentioned in a movie i watched tonight so here's: something?

anyways y'all seem to like my teacher AUs (or at least tolerate them) so

more hasan here

the email ping got you first.

my room. noon. sharp. sharpened pencil and other supplies provided -Piker

you snort. your fingers hover over the keyboard, considering what to say next. hasan’s emails usually seem like he wrote them in between passing periods, as kids tug on his shirt sleeves, begging for milk containers to be opened and for shoelaces to be tied.

you stare at the email, start typing something, realize it sounds dumb, backspace and delete it. there's not much time to think about it, before the bell rings and the students pile back into the room.

Noon comes quickly. If you weren't lying to yourself, you'd be honest about how your dragging your feet across the hallway to Hasan’s classroom, where the near constant cheering and songs he makes up makes your head ache and pound at the end of your day.

You feel as if you can feel your kids eyeballs on the back of your head as you finally go to Hasan’s room, but you push it down quickly.

Hasan is pacing around his room.

Correction: Hasan wears a crooked Santa hat on his head as he paces back and forth.

"Hey," You knock gently, "Am I interrupting something?"

You seem like you're interrupting something, and you fight the urge to take your phone out of your pocket to check the time, even though you know you're right on time.

"Finally!" He smiles, a lopsided grin on his face, "Time to get down to business."

You hesitate in the doorway.

"Come on," He laughs, "Have to show you everything, we have a whole procedure to go over."

You walk to his desk, where he stands, a clipboard in his hand before he nudges you a small wooden clipboard, a small stack of stapled papers under the clip, little boxes that were obviously handmade that say: rating, student, comments its obviously made in MS Paint, and was thrown together last night, but as you run your fingers over the lines, you think of hasan, in his pajamas after a long day, his laptop on his lap, glasses crooked on the tip of his nose as he stays up half the night, putting together this paper to try and make the day a little more magical for all his students.

"Here, my class made this for you too." He looks down as he passes it, but it's a homemade ribbon out of construction paper; blues and reds and yellows, is pinned to his chest, says: #1 judge in slanted writing.

He slides one across the table to you, matches his, and a little safety pin is fixed to the back of it.

"I guess you take this very seriously." You tease as you pick it up, your hands fumble with it as you try to pin it to your shirt with no success.

"May I?" Hasan is at your elbow, his voice is low and gentle as he takes it out of your hands gently, pinches your shirt as he carefully pins it, his fingers are long but work perfectly to pin it with practiced ease.

He talks as he does so.

"Class worked all period on this," He mumbles as he pins it, adjusts it carefully, "Said we should at least act like we care about the cold war, but I think they were a little pre occupied."

He takes a step back, tilts his head: "Beautiful, it's perfect."

And you speak so he doesn't see your bright pink face: "I think they spelled judge wrong." you tease gently.

He tsks, like he didn't see it, "Amateur hour, I'll get to the bottom of it. Here-"

He slides you a small collection of pre sharpened pencils, all that have Mr.Piker’s Favorite Student etched into the side of them, sparkle when you turn them around in the fluorescent lighting.

"Nice pencils." You tease, and he beams, lets it roll off his shoulders, only seems embarrassed for a second:

"Thanks! Made 'em myself. Follow me, I'll explain everything to you when we walk to the auditorium."

It's a short walk.

The school is small, the auditorium even smaller, his class load only in the twenties, but he holds the door for you into the small room, and ignores his students squealing when they see him, a wink and a nod to them, like they're all involved in some inside joke that you aren't a part of-

the rules are simple enough. follow him with the clipboard, rate the art, try and narrow it down to the winner. he explains everyone's a winner, doesn't have the heart for everyone to walk out without some sort of award, even if it's most creative, or most frosting on the side of a house or-

"Hell," He'll even say, throwing his hands in the air as you get to the first house, "Most creative use of a gum drop, it doesn't matter. Everyone's a winner when I'm judging."

and you realize how he's so loved among the students, as they run to his side and pull on his shirt for him to kneel on the filthy floor and listen to them, speaking through broken teeth as they tell him the random gossip happening-

"This is a good one." You say at the second one.

The roof is crooked. Half hanging on, except through a prayer and an approximate shit ton of frosting and red and green skittles, it's still cute, well coated with candy-you think of hasan in a little apron running around his room as he makes sure all the students have gingerbread, frosting, all the candy and fixings-

"Most creative use of frosting, l'd say." hasan nods, scribbles something onto his clipboard.

You snort.

"Most creative use of skittles, obviously." You scribble something as he does, suddenly feel like you should be doing it as well.

He snorts now. "come on. The frosting job."

"The council has spoken, Hasan. I'm so sorry."

"The council," He laughs, "And you're the council, I take it?"

"Obviously."

"And any way to object the council?" He pushes.

"Give me five minutes, I'll bring it to the council." you tuck the pencil behind your ear.

It feels good, finally laughing. Being a first year teacher and spending most periods holed up in your room, eating a peanut butter sandwich at your desk, craning your neck and face turning bright red every time you hear someone passing your room, always afraid that it's you, that you're the punchline.

"And?" hasan pushes after a few houses.

"Bad news, bud." You tease gently, "Council denied it."

He groans, "Fuck. Let me see your notes."

you glance at his; for the most part, he takes it seriously, little notes in the boxes on the placement of frosting and color patterns, enough for any child to feel appreciated-

but in the corners are little flower stems and hearts, litte scribbles you can barely make out-

"No way," You giggle as you hold the clipboard close to your chest, trying to not laugh too loudly, because this seems dangerously close to flirting, and you aren't here for that-

"Come on," He pulls at your sleeve gently, "We gotta announce winners."

You nibble your lip.

Even being a teacher, teaching in front of these kids it's different then talking to these peers that you're terrified of, terrified of being a punchline to a joke-

"Come on," His voice comes quieter, gentler, no edge to it, "I'll be right here, l'm not going anywhere."

And you barely know him. Like, besides him popping his head into your classroom occasionally, gives you supplies when you need it, helped you hang decorations once in passing-

"Okay," you nods, "Yeah, okay."

and you follow as he leads to a makeshift stage.

Somehow, everything is less scary with hasan by your side now.

"Everyone," He clears his throat, "We have the winners. Now- you all are winners to us two-"

Load groans are heard around the room, boos from his students, but he puffs his chest out and smiles widely as he calls the students to the stage, little make shift awards he obviously spent lots of time creating out of different brightly colored construction paper as the two of you take turns pinning it to the children's shirts.

"We make a good team." hasan declares as he holds your hand to help you off the stage, the winners still get pats on the back and photos for the year book

You shrug, to downplay it all, "Yeah, I guess. You're pretty okay."

He lauahs "I'll take it. Come on I made the hot chocolate, and not to brag, but it's my best batch yet."

He doesn't let go of your hand as he leads you away from the stage, even with all eyes on you two

[arkacarian]

Ripple Star Fairy Headcanons Part 2!

By the request of more people than I expected

You can (and should) read part one here!

- Fairies make a very unique chittering sound when happy. The shiny crystal collect noise? Not actually the crystal, that’s Ribbon!

- They aren’t that good at using their legs, despite being some of the only creatures in the universe to have actual legs. Most fairies just choose to flutter around because walking is tiring

- Fairies love to perch on high places! This can be up on top of shelves, on fences, rooftops. Pretty much any elevated place. They’ll also sit on the head of a certain artist. Adeleine doesn’t mind though. She enjoys when Ribbon does that

- They’re a lot stronger than you’d expect! Your average fairy can carry something up to 10x their own weight! And because flying doesn’t tire them out, they can carry it indefinitely

- They all have some form of magic. Usually it’s nothing more than harmless little light shows for normal fairies, but royal fairies have a much more diverse and more powerful spread of magic

- All of them hate rainy weather. It makes their wings too wet to use. Usually they’ll stay inside, but if they have to go out, they’re awkwardly using their legs and dressed in big raincoats. Despite the always warm and sunny weather of Ripple Star, it doesn’t rain often, so this is usually only an issue when they’re off planet

- They love being scratched under the chin or on their backs. Unsurprisingly, they’re also fond of belly rubs

- Young fairies will often gnaw on crystals. They can’t eat them, but they still chew on them anyway. Some claim that different crystals have different flavors

- Fairies are all very affectionate! They love touch, hence why they sleep in piles. They aren’t overbearingly cuddly and warm to someone they just met, but once they get to know them, they basically become a magnet

- They’re very emotionally intelligent and good at picking up on how others feel. Natural empaths

- Fairies all love music and other arts! Music is definitely their favorite, with many fairies taking up song making in some way and others doing kinds of dance. Ribbon is a proficient ribbon dancer, of course. There’s also often festivals held at the palace centered around music

- Fairies are quite literally made of magic. They come about when two fairies who are in love just… are. A couple can just be sleeping and in the middle of the night be woken up by the chirping and chittering of a child made from pure magic and love. This is also how royal fairies are born although it’s just the Queen by herself, because the royal family is all one lineage

- They have a lot nectar-based drinks and really enjoy the taste of the stuff (it’s also sweet, which they love)

- When young, fairies will cling on to their mothers to fly around, because their wings are still drying

- There’s always a fairy who’s designated to be the Guardian of the Crystal. The Guardian is often a noble and is able to use the crystal to make it a weapon and armor that aligns with them. Or it’s Ribbon, who is technically a noble…

- Ribbon was found as a very, very newborn baby orphaned outside the palace by Ripple, who immediately took the young child to her mother. Ribbon was raised by the former queen and, while not considered part of the royal family, is seen as a fairy of nobility despite nobody knowing who her parents actually are

- Ripple was the first fairy, let alone royal, to need glasses in a very long time

- Ripple Star has a lot of cave systems that form all sorts of crystals, even some that are considered “unnatural” in other places! A lot of fairies make jewelry and most of them at least own some if they don’t wear it, and Ripple Star sells a lot of it to other planets

- Even though Ripple Star is neighbors with Shiver Star, fairies and humans never interacted until Adeleine showed up

- Sometimes they’ll chase and catch small bugs, just for fun. They always just gently put them back where they found them though

- Fairies have a phrase unique to them: “crystal strong”. It means being nigh unbreakable and able to be put back together even in the darkest times. It’s usually used about friendships