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[candy8448]

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[onemustydustyplace]

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[Archive]

[cvnt4him]

Hello! I’ve never requested smut before and I’m kind of embarrassed as hell, but you write so damn well I will gladly power through it for you. 🫡

So…fem reader pegging Izuku…? 👀

dropped everything for you

Izuku is very open sexually. He wants you to know there's nothing he won't do for and with you. He likes to stay open minded in the bedroom with you because he's never had anything like this before. Also not that you don't already know; he's a huge pervert. He loves trying new and stimulating things that he believes you will also like.

Izuku has watched all kinds of pornography, there are some he likes and others he isn't a fan of. He's come across a lot he definitely would love to tell you about one day. It isn't normal for you to be nervous about telling izuku things, even when regarding the bed.

However as much as you know about his sexual fantasies you aren't sure if he's ever been interested in something like this.

You're sitting in your shared bed straddling his lap he moans into your mouth while your tongues dance together swapping spit as you gently grind in him. You can feel his hardened cock grinding against your inner thighs as he bucks his hips up into you, holding you firmly by the waist.

You're swallowing all of his whimpery moans, his brows furrowed and hws rutting into your thighs tensing as his heart is pounding out of his chest. You pull apart from his rough plump lips to kiss and nip at his sensitive, freckled neck.

You can hear his breath hitch as he lets out a whimpery "oh". He cooes whiney mumbled words I to your ear that only eggs you on. There's so many things you want to do to him, so many things he'd look sexy doing. The thought alone had you leaving harsh hickeys all over his neck. He loved when you marked his body in anyways you could, with lipstick staining his body, hickeys, or even scratches all over his back.

You couldn't contain the nervousness and excitement swirling in your stomach. He was growing more rowdy by the second, he was going to cum soon maybe this was your chance. Of course it's not as if he can only cum once, that guys a fucking machine.

You pull away from his neck and face him, your hands dropping from his neck and sliding down to gently massage his shoulders earning an earnest groan from him. The slight tinge of pain making his eyes flutter open to look at you. There was a small wobbly smile on his face, a dust of red painting his freckled cheeks as he struggled to keep eye contact.

“ hey..”

His voice was taken over by lust and came out as a breathy mewl. He chuckled breathily as his fingers kneed into the rough of your hips. You smile back at him lovingly, you can't get the question out but you have to. You feel like you'll die without ever getting to have in such a way..

“ zuku,.. would you ever wanna try something....new?”

Izukus formerly squired eyes widened, he sat up the best he could with you sitting on his lap humming and turning his head to the side like an adorable puppy. He rubs circles on your hips and smiles warmly at you.

“ well what do you mean love?”

You chew on your bottom lip and fiddle with the hem of his shirt. You struggle to keep eye contact with him your eyes trailing down as you can feel your nerves eating you alive. You can feel your heart leap into your throat, beating loudly inside of your ears as well. You swore you were going to puke.

You were clearly stuck in your head whatever it is you were thinking about you were absolutely stuck. Izuku hummed to himself before he cups your face in his large calloused palms. He sighs and kisses you gently all over your face small giggles leave you as you seemingly relax in his touch.

He smiles at you, the smile reaching his eyes and making the corners crinkle cutely. You smile back and lean your forehead against his. You were still wildly nervous but it was nice to know you had him.

“ y'know whatever it is, you can tell me.”

He spoke softly to you, trying to make sure you knew this was a safe space for you. It's not like he's ever given you a reason to feel like you would be judged by him. He's the sweetest thing ever. I mean sure he has his moments full of sass, but don't we all.

You wrap your arms around his neck and sigh shakily. This is it, you're finally going to get an answer.

“ ...could I maybe.....peg you..”

You could hear a small noise leaving izuku at the request. His eyes were blown wide and his face was flushed red, like I said izuku has seen all kinds of porn. He knows what he likes and what he doesn't. He has always been curious about pegging but he can't say he's exactly...thrilled

As you pull away from him to look him in the eye, the silence being so overwhelming and scary you clear your throat and watch as his eyes just stare blankly at you. His mouth slightly agape as you search his face for an answer.

“ ...izuku..?”

“ uh..”

Just as youre about to apologize profusely at the absurd request and run to hide in your bathroom he speaks over you just in time.

“ ...if that's something you think you'd be interested in..I don't see why not.”

He gave you a small nervous and unsure smile. You gasped at his answer and a large smile flew to your face as you scoffed in shock. You honestly thought he would've let you down, gently of course.

“ but!!! of course let's do our proper research! I don't want anything to break....”

You giggle at your boyfriends words and nod to him kissing his face making him chuckle along with you. You both talked about it more before you decided to finally test it..

Izuku was laying on his back, he was nervous so he asked if you could do it with little to no light. Of course you wanted your partner to be comfortable so you left your curtains open to let the moonlight provide. You rubbed your hands up and down his abs as he let out small whines, his eyes lifted as you gently fingered him. Two of your fingers working inside of him to test the waters.

You curl your fingers with expertise to see what feels good for him, his body jolts up at the slight prodding he feels inside biting harshly down on his bottom lip. You could feel him absentmindedly tighten around your fingers while you slowly pull them in and out

His head lets back a little at the repeated motions of them going in and out his whines growing longer and louder.

“ is this good baby? does it feel okay?”

His words can hardly even come out as he squeezes his eyes shut. He has a hard time looking at you while this is happening. It's not as if he's humiliated or anything but he's just having a hard time.

You move your hand down to his thigh and rub it to try and soothe him before he nods in response. You hum displeased with this, you want him to use his words with you just to ensure that he's really telling the truth.

“ use your words...please?”

He whines at this, opening his mouth before a stuttery moans escapes unintentionally. You giggle but keep it under wraps to not startle or upset him.

“ yes...god- yes.. feels good..”

You can tell he's trying his hardest to keep him composure. Your heart absolutely melts as his hand shakes and tries to find its way to yours. You wrap your hand in his ass his body shakes, you hadn't touched his cock once just to see how this felt and if he could cum without the simulation. Y'know, an experiment.

His eyes shot open as moans continued to slip past his open lips his breathy moans left him so beautifully as she squeezed your hand tight. His eyes trailed to you staring you deep in the eyes, you swore you seen hearts in his eyes.

You can hardly make out what he's saying due to the moaning but you will yourself he's trying to tell you he's close. He normally is very vocal with you and when he's near, of course you don't hold his lack of speaking against him with this being a new experience and sensation.

His eyes squeezed shut as you hear him groan as he clenched his jaw and grits his teeth. His whole body shakes as spurts of cum comes shooting out of his cock all over your wrist and your joined hands. It's as if all of the breath in his body vanished with the orgasm he has.

Izuku was lightheaded and could hardly think, his whiny moans silencing as his body twitched and he nearly choked on the sharp inhale of air he took. Your heart swelled at the sweet sight of him blissfully lying there. You rub your thumb if the back of his hand and gave him a small squeeze.

His eyes flutter open slowly as he focuses back on you. You can hear him grumble and moan out lowly as you slowly remove your fingers from him.

“ you ready?”

Izuku gulps and nods to you as you wipe off both of your hands. You were already ready for this, having everything on standby the second he told you he was ready.

You mouth an okay to him and bring a quick kiss to his forehead. You have him prop his legs up momentarily as you click the strap onto yourself. You were far more excited than izuku was, that was plain to see. Infact, he was really nervous. Despite all the prepping and mind preparing things he did, he was in fact nervous

Your eyes flicker from the dildo to him, his nervous eyes widening and staring right back at you. You sigh to yourself and just pull him into a quick hug, leaning down onto him and placing kisses in his forehead.

“ are you sure you're okay with this. you can say no, izuku.”

You can hear a small scoff leave him, he placed a kiss to the crook of your neck and pushes you off with your forehead still connected.

“ I know. I promise, I'm ready.”

Izuku was so pleased to know you genuinely cared about his comfort and about him. You nod once to him and pull away to line yourself up with him biting your lip to contain the smile creeping onto your face. Izuku kept his eyes closed throughout the whole ordeal. Despite how ready he was for this new experience he was still anxious.

You slowly slide into him in one swift movement forgetting to give him a minute he yells out an unknown noise that sounds like a shriek for help yet one of pleasure at the same time. His hands squeezes yours tightly as yours tightly as he lies against the pillow. He didn't know how to describe what he was feeling but he was sure feeling it.

You kept your thrusts soft and slow shushing him as small mewls left him, his breath seeing as if it was being knocked out with your little thrusts. You and izuku have had sex in all kinds of different ways and positions. It's funny to think the small thrusts you're giving is leaving him breathless

You keep your eyes on him the entire time. You watch as his brows stay knitted together and how he keeps his teeth sunken into his lower lip. His breathing seeming steady for the most part. Just as you're about to ask him if he's okay it seems that one sharp thrust you gives him hits the right spot, his back arches off of the bed and he throws his head back with a loud moan leaving him.

Now this was downright pornographic. You can't help but to smile yourself as he tells you to keep going, his thighs shaking but you can see he's finally getting into the groove of it. You move your hips faster and add a bit of force to it. your pelvic slapping against the back of his thighs with a snap that's only growing louder and louder

You lean down and let him wrap his legs and arms around your body, it's like he was trying to pull you closer. His face was buried in your neck and you could hear all of the sweet noises he sang to you, sniffles and hiccups leaving him as he begs you to keep going. This must be how he feels when you're beneath him.

His body was sweaty against yours and he was only growing closer. One of his hands sinks in between your bodies and strokes his fat cock, dribbling with cum. You're unsure if he's cum already or if it's just from the last time he came.

“ oh fuck, please..”

His voice is so whimper and full of air, whined leaving him as he yells out for you. You kiss his nose a couple of times still trying your hardest not to laugh. You were really enjoying yourself, really getting off to this. Your big strong boyfriend was beneath you begging for you, aching for you to get him there.

“ fuck.. y/n— oh fuck...”

He could hardly speak with the mind numbing pleasure you were giving him. Your breath is fanning his ear with each harsh thrust you give him, his tears falling into your shoulder as he holds you for dead life.

“ c'mon zuku,... cum for me.”.

You didn't need to tell him twice. He could hardly even keep himself from blowing his load and even as he began cumming and shooting thick spurts of cum you kept thrusting. It slipped your mind to slow down he was practically wailing like a baby at this point. It had your heart aching as you shushed him.

“ wait.. wa- wait! please stop!”

He was sniffling and shaking in your arms, you immediately stop pulling back to see him completely broken. This wasn't something he's done before and neither of you knew how he'd react. Honestly this isn't what you imagined but you definitely enjoyed yourself. You just hoped he did too.

“ sorry handsome, I didn't mean to overwhelm you..”

Izuku can't quite find his words yet, still very delirious off of the pleasure. You pull out and place a kiss to his wet tear stained face and clean him up, he came all over his body and your shirt he could use a clean up.

Izuku immediately passed out. You just hoped he could've told you how good he felt. By the morning he was sure to tell you everything and to give you notes, he definitely would want to do more of this in the future.

[tolerateit]

I think Taylor's fans sometimes see her as meaner then she is sometimes, like she didn't come for Joe on TTPD and in fact made the project about a completely different situation (which she was both mean and tender about). Never mind the marriage and other things. She's not a mirror, she's not a mirror, she's a complex, complicated, multiple emotions a day, not everything is easter egg or about a guy, or about a project. Just let her live. She's not a blorbo, she's a real complex livng person juggling many things.

I don't think many fans are actually seeing her as a bully or a mean person, it's rather the opposite imo. no matter what situations she describes in her art she can do no wrong, it's the fans who find a way to blame the (alleged) muses without acknowledging the possibility that she can make mistakes too thereby discrediting her complexity as a person

[faetealights]

i converse w One person n rhen am.buzzling . for more interaction ohhhhhhhh

[porcalinecunt]

boothill punishing reader for calling him ‘just a fucktoy’ so he turns them into one :3

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐘!

🪽 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ friendly banter often devolved into mean spirited teasing, but there’s a fine line that you regretfully cross. Or did you?

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐗 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

cw — mean dom! boothill. window sex. degradation. overstimulation. humiliation kink. biting. dumbification(?)

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : ignore the fact that i forgot boothill cannot curse SHHHHH. but it’s finally done and im too tired to proofread this ;-;

friendly banter was a given in your relationship with boothill. you couldn’t help yourself to the free entertainment as the cyborg was forced to get creative with the troublesome filtering system that was installed in his mechanical body, much to his annoyance. 

every swear word he spat out, every nasty phrase that’d slip off his tongue would become the polor opposite. it’d make you chuckle a bit hearing him call you the sweetest names with reluctance in his voice. 

you on the other hand, often have a whole field day with it. spewing out sarcastic and maybe creative remarks just to rile him up even more, only to burst out laughing at his failed comebacks. it was a constant spit for spat that would last until one of you gave up and ended it with a soft make out session or cuddling in your shared bedroom. however, there’s an invisible line in the sand, one you wished you could’ve seen. 

another back and forth, like usual. as the more aggressive you got with boothill, so does your language. you teetered on the edge of your own teeth, slowing coming at his little fuck up’s like his heavily filtered system and his obnoxious munching of his own bullets. the ranger would shoot back with his own attempts, only passing off sarcastic and subtle remarks about that mouth of yours. the tension in the air only grew thicker and thicker before your words finally cut it in two. 

“I dunno why you should be talkin’ bootie, after all, you're just a fucktoy! ♡”

a cackle bursted from your lungs, as you tried to catch your breath. while you were stuck in a state of victory from having the last laugh, you didn’t quite catch the sudden silence that washed over the room until a chill shot at the back of your neck. turning your head, you were met with an unamused boothill, jaw clenched and eyes burning holes into your skull. your laugh diminished into tiny nervous sounds as the machine promptly marched his way to you, ignoring your babbles and apologies as your back pressed against the wall. you understood quickly that despite the unhinged nature of your verbal play fights, there’s a line that shouldn’t be crossed. 

a raspy chuckle tickled your eardrums. “me? a fucktoy? now look who’s talkin’ sweet thing..” 

boothill, now wearing a hungry grin on his lips, promptly threw you over his shoulder with a harsh smack! on your ass. before you could protest, you were chucked onto the nearest soft furniture he saw, in this case being the couch. 

the window in front of it showing off a dazzling view of Penacony, the perfect place to show you off. it didn’t take long for your clothes to be torn clean off by his metal fingers and discarded on the floor while you whined loudly. something that warranted a palm over your pouty lips. 

“shh, now now doll..i don’t think fucktoys can speak. Now can they?” 

he spoke with faux sympathy traced in his tone, as you could only lie there helplessly while his cold hands traced your delicate flesh. boothill was an unpredictable man, some nights he takes it easy while the others have his more cynical nature leak through, tonight being the latter. you screwed your eyes shut once pleasure crawled through your skin, the ranger prying and poking at every sensitive corner of your body. from his ice cold fingers pinching your hard nipples, to his shark-like teeth nipping at your neck. 

“a-sll this..over an insul–” 

“shut it.” 

you flinched, unable to prepare yourself for what the machine had in store for you. you nearly forgot how hard he can be, until you felt something poking at your thighs. 

seven rounds, and he had yet to stop.

your jaw went slack so long ago, nothing but incoherent words and pleading coming out of your fucked out mouth. the taste of his spit lingered on your tongue which rolled out and is now pressed against the glass with the rest of your naked body.

“Ah..! B-Boothill! T-They’ll see uh—us!”

you whimpered, unable to string two words together without a sharp thrust ripping another sound out of your throat. through blurred vision, you could see Golden Hour in all its glory, praying that nobody spots your ilicit act with the ranger. your knees buckled, already weak from how long you’ve been standing without a break as boothill snapped his hips against yours while his teeth sunk into your shoulder for what seemed like the upteenth time.

“you think i give a crap doll? now keep that pretty mouth shut like i asked.”

he hissed in your ear, squeezing the plush of your thighs that were littered with teeth marks. you mewled, feeling the knot in your stomach snapping once again and throwing you into another intense orgasm. your hand curled up into a tight fist, almost banging itself against the foggy glass as stars filled your vision. a raspy chuckle was all you could hear, courtesy of an insatiable and spiteful boothill. he watched as you lost balance and fell onto his metal chest, breathing heavily between sobs.

“awee..~ tired already, doll?”

he cooed, you just wanted to sock his stupid smirk off his face. instead, you pouted, letting out an annoyed whine as you squirmed from his cock simply sitting inside you without moving an inch.

“maybe watch that tongue next time, hon’. then i’ll go easy on ya.”

he laughs, before pressing your limp body against the messy glass again and snapping his hips against yours with his relentless pace. feeling your brain melting from the overwhelming amount of cock he’s stuffing into you, you could only hang on for dear life as boothill made you eat your own words.

quite literally too.

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[aothotties]

Sneaky Link w/ Onyankopon

Warnings: MDNI, Public sex, mirror sex, multiple orgasms, squirting.

Wprd Count: 822

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Ony has played soccer for as long as he could remember. Soccer is his safe haven, it’s how he met his teammates and best friends.

It’s also how he met you, his pretty little thing. 

One day during his off season you came to one of their practices with your cousin, Connie’s sister. Onyakopon immediately caught your attention and once you set your eye on something you always seem to get it. 

“Ay Connie!” You call your cousin over and lean against the railing to talk to him.

“Introduce me to your friend over there.” You smile as you lock eyes with the man in question.

“Absolutely not, try again.” He says and you roll your eyes. 

“I’ll give you the information to the girl who does my tattoos damn!” You cross your arms over your chest and he smiles proudly. 

“He’ll be over at the end of practice, thank you prima!” He skips off like the dumb ass he is and you sit back on the bleachers.

And he was right, by the end of the game Ony came up to you and introduced himself to you, lord his smile could light up a damn room. 

“So you’re Connie’s cousin? Are you here to stay or just visiting?” He asks before taking a drink of water.

“I’m visiting for a few weeks, I’m flying back home in a month.” You stand closer to him and he nods his head.

“You should come to this kickback tonight, me and the boys will be there.” He takes your phone and puts his information in it. 

You make sure to graze your fingers over his as you take it back from him with a smile.

“As long as you’re there, then I’m there.” You kiss his cheek and walk off. 

You catch him at the party later that night and can’t help but bite your lip at the sight of him in something beside his uniform.

“Aren’t you stylish? He chuckles and shrugs his shoulders slyly.

“What can I say, I’m smooth on and off the field.” He leans against a counter and sips his drink.

“Is that so?” You tilt your head and he raises an eyebrow in return.

“You want to find out?”

That’s the last thing you remember before you ended up where you are currently. His large hand slapped over your mouth as you cream sll over his thich shaft.

“P-papa, you feel so good!” You moan out into the bathroom you both ran into.

“I know baby girl, you take me so good.” He smooths his hand up your back and into your hair, grabbing it in his hand. You come around him without a warning at the feelings of his hand in your hair.

“Shit girl! I got you cumming like that?” He grins, you whimper and nod in response. He grabs your hips and pounds into your pussy faster.

Wet squelching noises fill up the bathroom, if the music were to shut off you two would be so screwed. That’s the last thing on y’alls mind as Ony’s thick tip nudges your g-spot. 

“Look at you, such a nasty fucking slut.” He forces you to watch him fuck you in the mirror, you clench around him tightly and grip the counter.

“Y-yes, ‘m so nasty papi!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head in ecstasy, his big ball slap against your clit.

Your orgasm sneaks up on you again and you bite your fist as another orgasm rips through you. You whine as his hips never lose speed and continue tapping your g-spot. 

“I want you to squirt for me, we’re not leaving until you do.” He slowly trails a hand to your clit and you squeeze your eyes shut at the command.

“O-ony I c-can’t.” You bite down on you lip at the mixture of pain and pleasure you’re feeling. 

You swear you can feel him tapping your cervix, but you only want him to go further. You’re up on your tip toes as he continues drilling in and out of you, loving the mess you make on his pelvis and thighs.

“We gotta make this month worth your stay mami.” He leans down and whispers in your ear, locking eyes with you in the mirror.

He bites down on your neck and at that same moment you squeeze around his cock for the final time and come hard. You scream into your hand as you release splashes against his thighs and the floor.

“Oh fuck.” He groans loudly. Pulling out quickly before stroking himself and finishing on your lower back.

“Damn baby, what can I do to get you to stay here forever?” He asks, somewhat playfully but also in all seriousness. 

You chuckle at the question and he begins to clean you up with some toilet paper nearby.

“You keep fucking me like that and I’ll take it into consideration.” 

“Deal.”

Ari

[starfata]

Suuuuper invested in the twin Athenide AU, now I’m wondering what happens to Agarista in the Odyssey!! She’s obviously in danger surrounded by her mother’s suitors, but would anyone scheme to kill Penelope and Telemachus and marry Agarista to seize the throne? Agarista probably seems easier to force into marriage and manipulate than her mother since she’s younger and still unwed, and of course most people aren’t aware she’s a demigod, not just a mortal princess created as a gift for Arsinoe’s favored humans. Even after Odysseus returns, what happens to her? Does she get married? Does she join the Hunters or sail to Circe’s island to learn Magic and be free of men?? THE POSSIBILITIES!!!

I figure her demigod nature will be used to protect her- she can go to Camp for a few years. I'm following Anotheroceanid's Arimneste and Chaoticdumbassrogue's mortal Arsinoe in Agarista, so her future is very much unwritten. But Circe's island is a very good idea, maybe after Camp?

She'll be marriageable age but still unmarried at the time Odysseus comes home, and I want her to be there. So that they can be a happy family again.

Perhaps she marries one of the few local nobleman who weren't imposing on her family's hospitality. Perhaps she fades from History, her fate never recorded.

Perhaps she joins the Hunt and survives to see Percy and Annabeth in the aftermath of the Battle for Manhatten. And she hears the whispers, that the God's flinch to see the echo of the Athenides, but all she sees are two Demigods.

Briliant, terrifying, but Demigods and sll too mortal.

Or perhaps she became immortal and lived as a sorceress in a small patch of land protected from time, helping Demigods and wanderers for centuries.

And it became a safe place for Demigods in America, where perhaps young Thalia, Luke and Annabeth stayed a few nights before Luke's drive to prove himself drove them out the door and into danger.

[candy8448]

November art

[onemustydustyplace]

Soul just wanted to tag along like last time! Can you blame her?

Unrelated bonus doodle of Force:

[Archive]

[sonicssweetheart]

⋆🎐˚｡⋆ — thinking about holding shadow :( he’s still so torn over maria, he can’t even imagine the thought of being loved by anyone else, until you put up a fight to force him in your arms, he’s trying to shove but not enough that genuinely said he was struggling, but you just hold him. and he looks up at you, his poor beady eyes threatening to prick tears at his waterlines. his breaths are quick and staggered like a cat, trying to regulate himself, but he’s just too pained. you lay your hand on the side of his face, holding him, humming to him. thumb brushing on his fur. no word were exchanged, and they didn’t have to be — he was so hurt. you seen it in his eyes. you just maintain the soft eye contact, as if reassuring his safety in that moment.

FUCJ I CSNT DO IT IVE BEEN CRYING IMAGINING THIS SLL DAY ☹️ just imagine his poor baby eyes gazing at you,,,, too scared to tell you that ‘ it hurts so bad, why does it hurt? make it stop, please,’ MY SHAYLAAAA WTFFF

also humming specifically that audio on tiktok of that girl harmonizing with her fan???¿¿¿ idc it’s heart breaking and it would soften shadows racing thoughts and he’s just staring and listening to your voice and wants to let out some type of emotion but can’t ugh it hurts <\3

HIS SAD EYES AT THE END ??:( he doesn’t even know what’s happening he’s so lost and scared IM DONE I CSNT IM SO DNDJSGDSHSJDHSBDBDV

[aaasdgnklm]

watching the very very new wemmbu uu videooo :333333

cannot wait to see this from flames pov btw this is gonna be great

wemmbu is so beyond cooked hes not beating these people without an elytra ik its scripted so he probably will but like theres no way

why are we bullying horace now 🤣🤣🤣

all of the little interactions between the competitors are actually great are wemmbu and flame just going to be fucking with each other

OMG WYLL :))) EHEHE THEYRE SLL SO SILLY ABHJDBHIEBE side note I dont watch wyll or even rly any smps with him but I really like his voice and design every time hes shown up in smp civ or uu and im kind of considering getting into him

flame and wemmbu are actually so silly I love their little friendly rivalry because they always troll each other and cause problems for each other but then they turn around and are like best buds they actually kind of respect each other beyond just pure skill level (like I would say flame respects someone like clown because of his skill but he doesnt necessarily have an opinion on clown as a person, whereas hes pretty much just better than wemmbu skill-wise but still respects wemmbu for his company and presence). they try to kill each other but I think honestly if it came to it(AND IT SHOULD) theyd have each others backs so fast, if they had a common enemy that was causing massive problems for both of them and they were somehow forced into a Situation they would fight together even if they argued with each other

FISH FIGHTTTTT I love the way wemmbu yaps when hes fighting :3

hey why havent we seen egg in like multiple eps

wemmbu: says the slowfall user 🙄

: says the mace user 😒

wemmbu: WHO THE HELL SAID THAT

wyll: thank you flame :)

wyll: hey wemmbu can I tell you a secret

wyll:

wemmbu: WHY. WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS.

so wemmbus cooked right theres no way he wins this literally the first thing he said abt fighting wyll was the fight had to be short and now WEMMBU is getting forced to drag it out so hes definitely fucked

NO SHOT ok

wemmbu and flame heckling each other help me

poor poor horace using wooden tools to redo the arena

wyll being like ye I hate you but I hate him more. so I’m helping you :)

does wemmbu have a normal or not bitchy relationship with ANYONE btw

so that was

really suspicious

does wyll hate flame?? he hasnt shown up in flames pov so its not just that wemmbu hasnt seen it, so either hes beefing with flame for no reason or

or its wemmbu

eheheheheh please tell me its about wemmbu winning instead of flame loosing

oh no a fight

at the fighting tournement

almost like you get a bunch of violent, conflict inclined people together and theres violence and conflict

how unexpected 💀

wtf is wemmbu doing ARMOUR STANDS?? HELLO??????

WHY DOES EVERYONE HATE WEMMBU SPECIFICALLY WHY DOES HE CATCH SO MANY STRAYS AND CAN IT CONTINUE BCUZ ITS HILARIOUS

I love it when people like sharpness exist and theyre fucking terrifying skill wise and could absolutely murder everyone but theyre so bad at acting like it so theyre just genuinely not scary until youre fighting them

OH SO THATS WHAT THE ARMOUR STANDS WERE FOR GO WEMMBU GO I genuinely love mace strats the advanced ones are so cool and unique

hopefully sharpness and flame arent super close and sharp doesnt just tell flame what wemmbu did………..?

MAKE FUN OF FLAME MAKE FUN OF FLAME

wemmbus catching strays again

I genuinely dont know who will win this because theyre both protags

eheh I love the way flame insults in a fight its so genuinely intimidating because he is so confident and hes just laughing at his opponent and its specifically the kind of comment that wemmbu HATES and ehegegefseewxx

yeah wemmbus not winning this sorry man

their argument after is so exactly what I was talking about them w their relationship why are they a divorced couple

[fatuismooches]

HEHE HAIHAI SMOOCHES ITS ME ANON WHO CANT STOP THINKING ABT FAILURE AND DELTA SEGMENTS SINCE U ASKED SO NICELY U SHALL RECIEVE MORE BRAINROTS thud time a cute little imagine? scenario? (i have no idea hut we roll) with failure segment

Since this segment doesn’t acknowledge anyone other than fragile!reader (and prime i think) i imagine that when the agents are assigned with tasks related to this segment, they feel immense reluctance.. but worry not! fragile!reader to the rescue!

Imagine one of the times where reader is sat on his table, trapped between his arms as he stares at them (this is a regular occurrence atp), an unlucky fatui agent assigned to retrieve something from this segments’ office comes in and asks for said thing, they get ignored as usual, so fragile! reader, being the kind and gentle soul they are take it upon themselves to help them, since theyre the only person this segment would willingly listen to without facing any difficulties.

So the reader repeats the agents’ question but less nervously and in a more softer tone, they stroke his cheeks with their thumbs as he gets lost in the soft glint in their eyes, and almost as if hypnotised, he nods along to the sound of their lovely voice and in a voice so low he answers the reader, then points to the direction of said object the agent was assigned to get. The agent takes it and walks off (almost darts out tbh), and reader just kisses the segment as thank you, i imagine he keeps his half lidded eyes open whenever fragile!reader presses their lips against his, but just for a couple of seconds, i like to think he mainly does this to memorize the feeling of the moment, how soft their lips feel, the way you look so content kissing him, the feeling of your hands on his cheeks (how they’re no longer as cold as he remembers them to be when you were in a comatose state), the feeling of yearning and love in his chest, etc.

And only then does he closes his eyes shut to enjoy the moment even more.

And then when you try to pull away, he doesn’t let you. He lightly places a hand under your chin and a hand on the back of your neck and pulls you back for a peck, a peck turns into two, then he goes in for thirds and fourths and its like he can’t get enough of the sweet taste of your lips (honestly none of the segments nor Dottore himself can get enough). I know it was stated that this segment doesnt initiate physical affection since he’s content with watching you go about your day from afar, but i like to imagine that although occasionally, he sometimes reciprocates double the affection you give him, its like he’s lost control of his own movements and moves in a trance. And then reader can’t take anymore because of how flustered and breathless they feel and immediately bury their face in the crook of his neck, with their arms wrapped tight around him as he sigh in contentment.

Their face burns even more when he absentmindedly murmurs in that voice of his about the feel of their lips as if he was documenting checkup results so close to their ear.

hehe this was fun to write but i did not beta read at sll :3c can i be 🐙 anon pretty pleasr C:

(x) Although being asked to speak to any of the segments is a challenging task for the average person, Zeta is a special case. Each segment is unique in their own way, perhaps loud and crazy, or calm yet intimidating, but at least they can communicate with their underlings. Zeta, on the other hand, has very little contact with the regular Fatuis, only capable of working in solitude considering his state of mind. Most agents are forced to return empty-handed and instead fetch another segment to help. He's not seen very often either - it's either Prime's office, his office, the hallways to and from, and maybe his room. So Zeta certainly isn't a segment one would want to deal with, especially since his ticks and likes are vastly unknown to the general Fatui... (the handbook is severely lacking in this area...)

But despite the air around Zeta, you weren't scared off in the slightest, and of course, found yourself snuggling with him in due time. His general demeanor was far different from the other segments but that wasn't an issue, you found it endearing but also quite sad at how gently he treated you as if you were glass that was just about to break... you wanted to try and show him how you were still stronger than that! (Despite your frail health.)

You didn't expect helping him with his job to be part of spending time with him, but you're not mad. Rather, you find it a bit cute how he's willing to listen and indulge your wishes. (The handbook definitely has a rule like - [Name] 100% has magic powers. Definitely an angel bestowed upon us.) Meanwhile, Zeta has no issue with this, in fact, he finds it reminiscent of all the times you used to ask favors from him, when you used to rely on him for anything and everything. So now that finally you're awake, alive, smiling, he wants you to rely on him again. (Though he does find it a bit annoying how nice you are to these agents, he'd prefer to help you with your own requests...)

You can never really predict when Zeta will have one of those days when he needs to kiss you all over, and although it catches you off guard you will never not reciprocate. You know how long he's had to watch you be motionless, and you need to make up for that time. It's also kind of funny because while all the other segments fluster you on purpose, Zeta doesn't realize it sometimes.

[luvergirl-535]

I love you and your writing but man when are we ever getting an SLL update 😭

thanks for the kind words, friendly reminder that writing is a hobby for me—aka something i do for fun, in my free time—and i’m never gonna force myself do do it if i’m not feeling it, because that just produces shitty work. also a reminder that i do in fact work 8:30-5 every day and have other things going on in my life 😛. therefore yall will get an update when i find time/when it feels right to me. thank yewww

[binbogummy]

Those couple posts you made about the reader's earlier interactions with Azi and Crow have me lowkey curious. Are you gonna do any more "early" dynamic stuff?

Yes, actually! The two fics I have planned for after the one I'm working on now will both be "early dynamic" based, as you put it.

For now, though, here's a very silly, little out-of-context drabble I wrote. Figured it could lay a little groundwork for what to expect in the future.

~

"…"

"Hm…"

Your expression was deeply pensive, lips pressed into a thin line as you sat cross-legged, staring down at the small, round, prepackaged sandwich in your hands.

Grape.

Not that that made any difference right now.

You sighed, giving it a gentle squeeze through the wrapper. The bread yielded softly beneath your fingertips, until you reached the center. The heart of the sandwich. The peanut butter and jelly of your PB & J.

Still frozen.

You tutted to yourself, leaning back to cast a glance around the bookshop.

Your gaze flicked over to Mr. Fell's— Aziraphale's— desk where he was currently sitting, hunched over some old tome, scribbling notes in a nearby journal and humming idly all the while.

No, definitely not.

Which meant your best option was the sharply dressed demon trying his best to look invisible in a seat in the corner.

It was an art, really, one he had nearly perfected. Existing just enough to be present, but not enough to be acknowledged. And it usually worked, especially in Fell's quiet, little bookshop, where the few "customers" that entered had the social grace to ignore him in turn.

Too bad you weren't a customer.

Sandwich in hand, you stood and strode his way.

"Mr. Crowley," you said, stopping just to the side of where he sat.

He twitched at your voice, like he hadn't heard you approach. It was barely perceptible, but you saw the way his shoulders stiffened and the subtle way his fingers curled like a cat resisting the urge to swipe when startled. His head lolled in your direction slowly and when he finally glanced up at you, it was with the restrained awkwardness of a grown man stuck babysitting a child he didn’t know.

"Yyyyyes?" he drawled, his smile was all too easy to read in the mild offenses it carried at your presence.

You squinted down at him in thought for a moment before proceeding. "So, you are like a demon, right?" Technically, you knew the answer to that. You had for a while. So it was meant to be rhetorical at best, a setup for the question to follow.

"And here I thought we were past those kind of questions."

You ignored the sarcasm, simply nodding as if confirming something to yourself. "Uh-hu. Uh-hu. Great." Then before he could tell you to sod off, you lifted the little sandwich, crinkling the wrapper to draw his attention to it.

"Can you use your-" you paused, waving your free hand vaguely in the air before giving up and settling for a little wiggle of your fingers. "Your thing. You know. That thing you guys do. Can you unthaw this for me?"

Crowley blinked at you from behind his glasses. Then, tilting his head, he made a show of digging a pinky into one ear and clearing out an imaginary blockage.

"Come again?"

"My—" You scoffed lightly, shifting your weight like you were already annoyed at having to repeat yourself. Then, more pointedly this time, you held up the sandwich again, poking it rapidly. "This. My uncrustable. The middle's still frozen. So can you thaw it out? I've seen you do sll kinds of weird stuff before."

Crowley’s mouth opened, then shut again. He squinted, and then he stopped, swallowed whatever he had been was about to say, and began again.

"You want me to perform a miracle... on your sandwich?"

"Sure, if that's what you call it." You nodded.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and forced any real irritation out of his voice, replacing it with dull exasperation. "And why, may I ask, are you asking me to do this?"

Instead of answering the question he was actually asking, you launched straight into an explanation that he neither needed nor wanted.

"Okay, so usually, I buy an Uncrustable on the way here for lunch, right?" You held up a finger as if making a very important point. "But just recently, I found out you can buy them in these big packs for way cheaper, so I did that." Another pointed gesture with the sandwich itself. "But they come frozen, so you have to let them thaw before you eat them. I brought one today, and I thought it would be ready to eat by the time I got around to it, but it's not. See?" You crinkled the wrapper loudly again, indicating the frozen center with increasing urgency.

Crowley stared. Then, with the exaggerated patience of someone who had no desire to be involved, straightened in his seat and slowly peered around you at Aziraphale, who was not so subtly glancing over at your ongoing interaction with the demon from his desk.

"And why, exactly, are you asking me and not, oh, I don't know, him?" He flicked a finger at the angel.

You made a face and turned to glance over your shoulder. Aziraphale, realizing he had both your attention now, quickly ducked his head back into his book and resumed his writing.

Your nose scrunched at the sight, and when you turned back to the demon, your expression was a vague but deeply unimpressed grimace.

"Mmm....No thanks."

"No thanks?"

"No thanks."

"Right," he muttered and waved a hand, as if that could somehow wipe the topic of your request to the sidelines. Still weighing the pros and cons of engaging any further, he huffed. "Remind me again... what exactly is it that you do around here?"

"Whatever I’m asked, mostly," you replied easily. "But I’m on my lunch break right now."

"Your lu—" Crowley cut himself off and made a show of glancing around you again to the clock on the wall. "Didn't you just get here?"

"Yeah." You confirmed. "But I can go whenever I want."

"...Oh really?"

Aziraphale, who had apparently abandoned any pretense of not eavesdropping, piped in from across the room.

"Indeed! I've read that giving ones employee the freedom to determine their own break schedule does wonders in fostering a positive work environment," he explained, his tone pleasant and scholarly as he kept his eyes on his work.

"Did you now," The demon said flatly.

Aziraphale beamed. "Oh, yes! Studies have shown that something as simple as a sense of autonomy greatly increases both productivity and job satisfaction. All while sustaining an atmosphere of mutual respect in the workplace~"

"Yeah. That." You agreed.

Crowley’s head slowly turned from the angel, back to you. His expression was unreadable, but you could practically feel the incredulity radiating off of him.

You blinked innocently and crinkled the pastic of your sandwich again. Hoping to get back on topic.

"Right. Great. Fantastic. Love to hear it." Stopping halfway through an exaggerated breath, Crowley shot to his feet. "This has been a riveting little back and forth," He began, dusting off his jacket and taking a long stride forward. "But I think I'll leave you two to it."

You took a step after him, lifting your uncrustable hopefully, as if that alone could change his mind. "Wait, but my—"

"Not my problem," he cut in smoothly, already making his way toward the door.

"But—"

"Enjoy your lunch break," he called over his shoulder, raising a hand in an exaggerated farewell as he stepped outside.

Silence slipped back into the shop as you stared after him, your PB & J falling in defeat to your side.

Aziraphale cleared his throat gently.

"Well, my dear, if you'd like, I'd be happy to—"

"No."

~

[scotianostra]

On May 15th 1567 Mary Queen of Scots married the James Hepburn Earl of Bothwell at Holyrood.

For Mary Stuart this union was seen as the first step on the “road to Fotheringhay”, to me perhaps, but I thought her fate was sealed the minute she set foot back in Scotland.

In order to marry the Queen of Scotland, Bothwell had to obtain a divorce from his wife, Jean Gordon. The divorce was granted because of “consanguinity.” (the fact of being descended from the same ancestor)

Apparently, one of Bothwell’s ancestors had married a Gordon. To find this excuse, Bothwell’s advisors had to go back three generations; Bothwell’s great great grandmother was the ancestor in question. The Lady Jean Gordon agreed to the divorce, not on the grounds of consanguinity, but on her own terms. She charged Bothwell with adultery involving a servant girl by the name of Bessie Crawford. Jean’s intention was to shame and embarrass Bothwell, but Bothwell being a brazen, arrogant character was completely unaffected by the exposure and the inevitable gossip that followed. His goal was marriage to the Queen and he challenged all that opposed it. Some believe that his ultimate goal was to become King of Scotland.

By nature, Bothwell was the opposite of Mary. Where she was mannerly, gracious, and spoke well, he was rowdy, uncouth, loud and confrontational in manner. Although Bothwell forced Mary into marriage so that he could gain power over Scotland, it is said that he may have been a better match for Mary than her first two husbands who had both been weak and immature. By contrast, Bothwell was a strong, independent man, someone she could rely on. This must have been a comfort to a Queen who was constantly plotted against, gossiped about, and beset with the problems of quarrelsome, self-serving lords and nobles regularly vying for her attention.

What surprises me most about this marriage is that Mary and Bothwell were married according to Protestant rites, this went against sll of Mary's devout Catholic faith, and perhaps shows the hold Bothwell had over her, the couple then retired to Borthwick Castle; meanwhile, the Lords having once again turned against Bothwell organised an army to meet them on the way; Mary and Bothwell escaped from Borthwick and moved on to Dunbar.