#this hair rules over all other photoshoots

[estellaestella]

Actor Timothée Chalamet and director David Michod photographed by Choi Seong-yeol for Cine 21.com (Busan Film Festival, 16 October 2019)

[bella-goths-wife]

Request:What if Val was in a bad mood after meeting Charlie,What would he do?

Aftermath of pet meeting Charlie (DARK CONTENT)

Warnings: abuse, violent punishments, implied past SA, sexualisation of reader, power imbalance, weird dynamics, drugging, slut shaming, threats of SA

Just a reminder that reader died when she was 18 and that I do not condone of romanticise the disturbing themes I write about!

You awoke to a harsh headache and light sensitivity due to the sleeping pills, but also with an ultra awareness that you were not in angels dressing room or your room.

You felt an eerie chill creep up your spine at the familiar sensation of the zebra print silk sheets underneath your body as you tried to pull yourself up.

A shaky sigh escaped you at the memory of the last time you had awoken in this bed, with Valentino’s limbs thrown inappropriately around you as they squeezed you.

“Finally awake darling?” You heard and you froze in fear

You look up to see Valentino smoking his disgusting cigars while sitting in a chair that he usually left open for an observer to his night time promiscuity.

Be looked at you with a predatory gaze that you were all to familiar with as you prepared yourself mentally to dissociate from whatever was about to happen to you.

“You’ve been out for two days” Valentino states with a humourless chuckle “I guess I miscalculated the amount I gave you huh? Oops”

You knew this was part of the punishment, his mockery comes first and then his heavy handed abuse. You also knew that you’d be punished by the other two for missing work

“Your little friend was just so interested in you” Valentino states as he rises from the chair and stalks closer to you “said that she’d love to see you again, that was before I kicked her out and gave Angel dust a proper warning about inviting guests to shoots”

You heart dropped at the mention of angel dust, you scolded yourself for not seeing how your actions would affect him.

“Got anything to say for yourself, princesa?” He asked as he gripped your face harshly and his nails threatened to rip into the delicate skin of your cheeks to make more markings

“I’m so sorry Valentino” I apologise desperately with a clear tone of fear “I was just trying to help-“

“Oh I’m sure you were” Valentino scoffed out sarcastically as he pushed you off the bed and onto the hardwood floor “just like you used to help your friends at your little raves”

You tried to crawl away from your abuser with your arms, but Valentino stood over you and gripped your hair to pull your face up and expose your throat. You yelped in pain as you felt the iron hot pain in your scalp from his hold on your hair

“Tell me darling, did sucking all those cocks when you were alive to get into parties ever fill the hole that your dear old dad left?” Valentino asked with a mocking tone “did fucking all those girls and boys in the toliet stalls ever fool you into thinking you were worth more than a mildly entertaining hole that people would abandon when you’d use one to speak”

You felt tears clouding your vision as you hyperventilated in pain at the words and the physical sensations of his abuse.

“We gave you purpose” Valentino yelled in your face before turning you body over and slapping you across the face “we made you worth something instead of scum on the streets”

You groaned out in pain as his hands wrapped around your throat and squeezed down. Fear encased your entire body

“I told Vox about your new mission for friends and he gave me permission to punish you how I see fit, his only rule was to make sure you could easily cover it up in time for your photoshoot tomorrow” Valentino scoffs out with a smirk that turned into a sneer “if you were one of my souls, I’d have the camera ready and twelve men lined up for you but I suppose Vox is more merciful than me”

You gasped out for air as you felt pressure in your head and your vision going spotty. Valentino only scoffed.

“I suppose you’ll always be that pill seeking whore at heart, but that’s okay darling” Valentino says as his tone switches from angry to charming in a second and he lets go of your throat and walks away from you and towards his closet “we can fix that”

You gasp out for air as you clutch your own neck and you greedily gulp down air you could get. Your had a burning pain in your body and a dull ache in your head.

You saw Valentino undressing himself and an icy panic came at the thought that maybe he wasn’t done with his punishment. That panic calms after you see him simply changing into his sleepwear

“Oh my sweet little pet, it’s all over now” Valentino coos as he walks over to you and picks you up before placing you in his bed “you did good pet, we’re done now”

You sobbed into his pillows and you held yourself at the feeling of violation that surrounded you after you abuse.

Valentino sighs before going to his bedside draw and pulling out what looked like a gummy bear, but you knew the routine.

He wants to hold you In some sick kind of abuse aftercare to make his feelings of guilt disappear, and he couldn’t do that if your sobbing and squirming.

So he’ll feed you a weed gummy to try and relax you and make you more pliable to his twisted affection, and that’s what he does as he holds the gummy to your lips.

And your desperation to feel anything other than the pain or the feel the deep violation that came from his punishments, you accept it with urgency.

“You just need to be broken in and taught” Valentino sighs as he gets into the bed and holds you close “you need to break those bad habits and realise that your all ours”

A sob breaks out of your mouth, you’re truly trapped with them. You’re trapped being theirs.

You fall asleep in your abusers arms with the deep fear that you’ll awaken to the same situation and a desperate hopelessness that you won’t wake up at all.

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[tinydeskwriter]

Request: Jack being obsessed with gf reader. Clingy, touchy, jealous, possessive, etc. Constantly has to have her around and gets cranky when she's not.

Mark The Territory

Jack was usually very touchy—almost clingy—, as a rule a part of his body always had to be connected with a part of hers, and it was just with her Y/n learned early in their relationship, he had never been like that with previous girlfriends, at least that's what his friends said, Urban, Jack’s best friend, even once joked that Jack suffered from an Y/n Obsession, which everyone thought was funny, except for Jack himself who blushed when even his girlfriend starts laughing. Whenever they are in the same room he is drawn to her vicinity like a moth to her irresistible flame. No one else even blinks anymore when he pulls her to sit on his lap in the middle of a conversation. Or the way he moves in two seconds if he sees a guy getting too close to Y/n.

They were one of those always touching, always together, teeth-rotting couple.

“Shit, dude.” Urban entered the hotel room. “Metta came out of here cursing you in German, what did you do?”

“He bit her head off, because his outfit isn't all-black and he and Y/n ain’t going to match.” Zack commented bored, while sitting in an armchair, scrolling through his phone. “And he’s grumpy because Y/n is going to meet him at the stadium for the game, and he misses her.” Bia made fun of his friend. “He’s suffering withdrawal.”

“Shut up.” Jack grumbled, finishing the buttons on his dark brown silk shirt.

Yes. He was in a bad mood over his girlfriend's absence.

They had already spent the entire afternoon apart as she had had a photo shoot for a lingerie campaign. And he'd been banned from attending by her manager—just because he'd threatened the photographer in the last photoshoot, it wasn't like the guy didn't deserve it —.

And to worsen his mood, Jack had seen on IG that two of Y/n's ex-boyfriends would be in the game.

He didn't really care about Colson, the guy was engaged and their relationship had ended peacefully, they kept as friends, Y/n even went shopping with Megan.

Jack's problem was the asshole who still DMed her as if he didn't know she was dating him. He didn't have any beef with Gerald till the rapper he collaborated with on the song 'Moana' made it clear he didn't respect his relationship with Y/n.

"C'mon idiots, I don't want to keep my girl waiting." Jack took his cell phone and wallet from the bedside table.

—#—

One of his hand was intertwined with hers over her knee, and the other was playing with his hair. From time to time he would attack her bare neck with his lips—completely aware that he would leave marks—his free hand gently holding her jaw in place, as if she were his prey.

Jack was also aware of the other rapper sitting across the court, apparently unable to take his eyes off his girlfriend.

“Just ignore.” He heard Y/n whisper in her ear, and turned to look at her.

“Hard when he can't stop looking this way.”

“You're the one who's going to take me home… or rather to our hotel room.” Y/n rested her chin on her boyfriend's shoulder. “While he's the guy who messed up all his relationships and he's going back to a big empty house.”

“How did you know….” He turned to face her in time to see her roll her eyes.

“Please Jack, give me some credit, I know you.” She said. “And since you arrived, all that's left is for you to piss on me to mark your territory.”

Jack blushes.

And then he heard Zack and Urban choke on their drink.

Assholes. That's what you get by listening to other people's conversation.

“I'm yours Jack, there's no reason for you to be jealous or feel insecure, Gerald, Colson, all the other guys are in the past, none of them made me feel the way you do.” Y/n kisses her boyfriend just as the kissing cam focused on the couple.

[watermelonsugacry]

Ight but Louis obviously caught on to 1d!Yn's crush on Harry and vise versa. Was Louie sneakily trying to get them together ooooor....... ;) ;) ;)

Oh he could smell it from a mile away bestie.

Like from the first day they were formed as band and he saw the way YN jumped into Harry's arms. The way they smiled at each other and the blush, the blush that she had on her cheeks. Since when did she ever get so giddy like that over a guy?

And when he confronted her about it, all she did was roll her eyes and said, "S'called 'getting caught up in the moment,' Lou. Look it up."

And since it was the first time he ever saw YN—the tomboy, unaffectionate, strong-headed girl he's known since he was seven years old—have crush on someone for the first time, he tried to help them anyway he possibly could. Especially since their management made a strict no dating amongst the band rule in their contract; that just added fuel to the fire.

When the band would have to stand in a row for red carpets, CD signings, interviews—anything, Louis would be there to push and maneuver his way around the line so her and Harry ended up next to one another.

And in turn, Louis felt a warmth spread around his chest as he watched Harry break down some of her walls.

He saw they way the two would talk to each other on stage, taking out each other's ear pieces, leaning in way too close, and pulling away with the brightest smiles.

Or the way she laughed a lot more when Harry was around. The genuine kind where her nose scrunched up, eyes squeezed shut with a rare and unattractive snort.

And the touching.

Growing up, YN didn't enjoy simple, platonic, physical contact. She felt the feel of someone's arms around her, even if only for a second, was suffocating. Why would she hold someone's hand and feel their sweat fuse together in the middle?

When Harry reached to brush a strand of hair away from YN’s face during their first album cover photoshoot, Louis cringed back as he anticipated her awaiting punch to the curly headed lad's face. But he was horrifically surprised to see her simply thank him and turn her smile back to the camera in front of them.

During an interview, he saw their hands underneath the table, their pinkies moving softly with one another’s while their faces never lead anything on to the cameras in front of them.

And since when did she initiate hugs? And the quick, barely there kisses to the cheek when doing so?

So imagine the look on Louis's face when Paul wakes the band up from their nap at the airport's private waiting area to see two cuddled up figures on the floor. His first thought was maybe Zayn had crawled his way over to Harry for some shut eye or if it was just a pile of backpacks he was clinging onto. His sleepy contemplation comes to a screeching halt when he sees Harry’s cuddle buddy take their face away from deep inside the crook of his neck, sit up and pull down their hood to reveal YN’s jaw dropped down in a yawn.

Louis stays frozen on the couch in a half up, half down position as he watches YN put her arms over her head in a stretch, Harry sitting up next to her and they give each other sleepy smiles. He can do nothing but watch the way she takes Harry’s hands as he helps her up from the floor, how he wordlessly holds the straps of her backpack open to help her put it on, and have Harry step aside so YN is the first to walk out the room.

Louis thought it was a fever dream until he saw them do it again the next night at the airport when they thought the rest of the band was asleep.

He was rooting for them for a long time, thinking and hoping that one day they would officially be together without the restraint of their management. That dream was unexpectedly put on hold as he saw first hand Harry's heart shatter into a million pieces when YN starting dating her dance partner from her single with Little Mix, Matthew.

For three years, Louis still saw the two interacting as best friends would but he would see the hurt behind Harry's eyes when she looked away. But most importantly, Louis would still see the love in his eyes whenever he looked at YN. The same eyes YN gives back to Harry when she doesn't even realize it.

For three years, all he could do was watch as Harry internally broke at the sight of YN smiling and laughing with Matthew like she would be with him, or Harry feeling a jealous sense of pride in seeing the way she easily hugged her boyfriend, knowing full well that her physical affection was all thanks to him.

And on a humid, Californian day for Matthew's birthday party in 2015, Louis watched Harry clench his jaw, nose pink and flaring as her boyfriend got down on one knee and revealed a shiny diamond ring. He saw Harry clap along with everyone else as she nodded her head and became a fiancée to another man.

And after comforting a drunken Harry that night, Louis couldn't stand and watch any longer.

"Are yeh even happy with this guy?"

"Of course I am! Bloody said yes to marrying him didn't I?"

"And yeh love him?"

Louis knew that having this kind of conversation before a show wasn't the best time or place (especially now since they had to rearrange the show and singing parts since Zayn's recent departure) but he couldn't hold it in any longer.

"I-yes. Lou, I though yeh be happy for me. Where is this coming from?" YN stops her pacing around her private dressing room to look at her childhood best friend. She's a little hurt by the way he's acting, but she now more curious than ever to know what he's thinking.

There's so much that Louis has kept inside, so many interactions he's seen between his two band mates that he doesn't even know where or how to start.

"Just...open yeh fookin' eyes and see the people around yeh! Actually take a look at what yeh have before yeh go through with anythin'."

And YN instantly knows who he's talking about. As oblivious as she may be to Harry's intentions over the past five years, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out the person he's referring to. She can sympathize and appreciate her friend's advice, but she doesn't know to express that gratitude, she doesn't know how to have that conversation of having to explain that while she loves Matthew, she may love someone else even more. She's scared, terrified at that thought, so she suppresses it, puts those thoughts and feelings inside a box, ties it off with a red bow and kicks it to the curb.

"And yeh know what I see?" YN doesn't even know that she's been crying until she has to sniffle her nose. Her tone is calm and unsettling. "Someone who doesn't even have anyone. All yeh have is a beard who you call a girlfriend since yeh can't actually keep a stable relationship. And I see someone who doesn't know when to mind their fooking business."

And with that, YN swings open the door to see Niall and Liam hurrying to act like they weren't just pressed up against the door listening. She doesn't care for that at the moment with everything on her plate and just wants to be in her happy place on stage. Without a word or thinking about it all that much, she (unintentionally) harshly pushes Liam out of her way and barely notices when he flings to the wall by the door.

When she rounds the corner of the venue hall, Liam gives Niall a look. "If she doesn’t keep those hands to herself then I hope she knows I'll make sure she never uses them again."

All Niall does is give him a tight lipped smile and pat on the chest. "Sure, Payno," he says before following the hallway YN went down.

Louis and YN didn't talk to one another for almost two weeks but given their line of work, that came out to be almost impossible. It was one of the few times they're both thankful for their media training because no one outside of their team suspected a thing.

So after the rest of the band mates had a mini introversion (Harry being completely felt in the dark of what all the arguing was about) Louis and YN made up and put their hurtful words behind them.

So a management intervention turned broken engagement, hiatus, and the start of making solo music later, Harry and YN were closer than ever before. For the next three years, Louis was updated on her friendship with Harry, how they've made music together again, how they've basically gone on tour together from the dates almost lining up perfectly, interviews, acting opportunities—everything.

Well, everything except the two's on and off relationship during those three years. But once their relationship was exposed, Louis wasn't anything but smug about the news.

But he has to admit, the smugness, pride, and sense of being part of the reason why the two are together goes away when the couple comes over to Doncaster for Christmas 2021.

YN only has her step mum, Penny, but growing up with the Tomlinsons made their family blossom into something bigger than she could have ever imagined. YN’s family is the Tomlinsons so it was second nature to spend all the holidays, birthdays, and other family celebrations with them.

As the whole table is filled with chatter and the sound of silverware hitting ceramics plates, bowels and platters passed around, Louis has a fond smile on his face at the couple in sitting across from him.

Instead of their hands hiding under the table, they're clasped together on top. YN’s engagement ring shines under the dining room lights, the ring that Harry will occasionally bring to his lips to kiss amongst the family chatter.

Or when they families move over to the living room, the younger kids ripping the wrapping paper as fast as their little hands can, Louis sees the couple snuggled up on the love seat. YN leans over to her fiancé, whispering something in his ear that makes him smile and press a quick kiss to her temple.

And Louis may or may not have sent his son to go over behind the love seat to hold up a piece of mistletoe over the couple. And while the plan backfires when YN captures Freddie in her arms and smothers his face in kisses, Louis stops in his tracks on his way to the loo when he spots the couple against the dark, hallway wall.

The sound of their lips breaking apart sounds in the small space and YN hides her face in her fiancé's chest. Harry pinches his lips to hide his bashful smile from the man who YN sees as an older brother.

"Louis." Harry clears his throat with a nod.

"Harold." Louis smirks, walking past the couple. "YN."

He's not surprised when he sees her middle finger peaking out of spot in between Harry and the wall. But can he really be upset when he sees that it's the hand with her engagement ring on it?

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[pevensiechase]

Cadmium yellow, hansa yellow, naples yellow, cadmium red, ruby, madder lake red, azure blue, and paynes gray!! :)

Hi, Ghost! Thanks for the ask!

cadmium yellow; when you think of the word “happy” what’s the first thing that comes to mind?

I see a scene of reading a book on a sunny day but not too sunny. Or maybe with a blanket curled up while it's raining. Listening to my favorite music. Laughing with my friends until our stomachs hurt. Chaotic nighttime photoshoots.

hansa yellow; what’s your guilty pleasure song?

It changes a lot. One that I like is "I'm Trying (Not Friends)" by Maisie Peters. It's very vibey and fun, but I don't listen to it often because it swears.

naples yellow; where do you feel most at home?

When I'm with my friends. Or in my bed.

cadmium red; do you have a “type” when it comes to a significant other?

Oh man oh man. Fictional.😂

So, generally, black or brown hair with green or blue eyes. Most of my fictional crushes have looked similar to that. (Currently Dick Grayson from DC Comics). No blonds, but I have made about five exceptions with that rule that are kind of surprising.

ruby; what does your ideal first date look like?

Oooo. I don't really know. I haven't ever thought of a first date. I've thought of future dates like stargazing or dancing in the rain. I guess I'd have to say a bookstore or a coffee shop. Keep it simple.

madder lake red; would you ever kiss someone (or accept a kiss) on a first date?

It depends on the person. Maybe??? Though, I'm not really inclined to physical affection until you reach a certain level.

azure blue; what’s your favorite type of tea, if any?

I really like herbal and green tea. Like pomegranate green tea. Also orange spice black tea.

payne’s gray; describe your aesthetic?

My aesthetic is all over the place. I yearn to have a light academia aesthetic, but it would probably be more like an artist aesthetic. Pretty unorganized, bright colored pens, papers everywhere, a billion notebooks.

Have a great day!

[forerussake]

one line any fic! rules: pick ten of your fics, scroll to somewhere midpoint, pick a line chunk and share it, and then tag ten people

I was tagged by the amazing @lynne-monstr thank you!! this one was a lot of fun! most of these are quite recent. tt became hard to pick, at some point i wanted to just include everything i’ve ever written, but that wasn’t playing nice :( some of these got a little long too, but “chunk” wasn’t very specific so i’m saying not my problem xD

1. Spirometer (DMBJ, Reboot, Pangxie)

“The same nightmare?” Pangzi asks, his voice soft and deep and so very warm, still a little rough with sleep.

He steps around Wu Xie, sits down on the edge of the bathtub, still easily within reach, one hand still on Wu Xie’s shoulder, the other not stopping its gentle motions in his hair.

Wu Xie nods.

“I couldn’t breathe,” he whispers, and he hates it.

2. in tune (Guardian, Weilan)

“Dark energy is not alive in the biological sense. It’s not an organism comprised of living cells, and yet it does live in a way. I don’t know how else to describe it. It feels alive. It’s a life force. I wouldn’t exist without it. It’s as integral to my existence as my brain, my nerves, my heart, my DNA.”

He breathes in deeply, closing his eyes and tuning out the sound of the rain and the thunder outside, closer now, focusing on his own energy instead. He feels it humming under his skin, swirling around in his core and flowing through the rest of him, tingling at his fingertips.

“It’s almost like a symbiotic relationship,” he murmurs, opening his eyes and looking up Zhao Yunlan again, “except it really is a part of me. There’s patterns to it. Like energy signatures. Unique to every individual. Like frequencies of sound waves, or of light, except a thousand times more complicated than that. It’s– not uneven, but… it breathes. It’s alive. I can’t describe it any other way.”

3. As though the sun has come to call (Z1L RPF)

Zhu Yilong wishes sometimes that he had more time to spend with friends, and to visit his parents. He thinks he could probably make some more time for it if he tried. He doesn’t have to sprint from one project to the next, from filming to photoshoots to interviews and back to filming without end, at least until Chan-jie makes him take a break.

He doesn’t have to do that, but it is how he works. Choosing the noise to surround himself with instead of letting it wash over him until he drowns.

4. Kaleidoscope (Guardian)

“Why wouldn’t you?” one of them asks after a moment, and Deng Suyin looks back at her, then at her other friends, and then across the room at Li Qian and the professor, and then she bursts into tears.

Li Qian is frozen in place for a moment, wanting to come to xiao-Deng’s rescue but not quite knowing how. Professor Shen has no such doubts.

“Some people don’t,” he says, his voice firm and even, either consciously or unconsciously slipping into lecture tones, albeit a little softer, “and that is perfectly normal, and those people don’t have to have sex or get married anyway just to conform to what society has wrongfully deemed to be the norm.”

5. a hand within a hand (holding light), chapter 5 (Guardian)

Professor Shen looks frazzled. He looks exhausted and shaky and… upset? His jaw is clenched, lips pressed tightly together. There’s so much tension in his posture that it looks almost painful to Liu Chang. His fingers are clenched around the straps of his backpack in a white-knuckled grip, seemingly to keep them from shaking. He looks the most out of sorts Liu Chang has ever seen him. As if that sense of familiarity behind the concern Liu Chang saw in his eyes when he asked the professor for that extended deadline and the hidden tiredness he’s been observing for weeks and the sense of miserable restraint and longing he has seen in him during his conversations with chief Zhao, have all been combined into one and magnified by a factor of ten thousand.

from here on i was running out of space and had to start picking and choosing one thing from every fandom i’ve written for *wails*, under the cut!

6. With the changing of a thousand seasons (DMBJ, Mystic Nine, Fuba)

He can’t, because he’s the one who has to keep it together, who has to hold down the fort, until Foye is better and Erye is too, until Zhang Rishan has pulled himself together again, and madam Yin is able to stand still for long enough to take a proper breath for the first time since all of this nonsense started.

“He’s not going to die,” Qi Tiezui says, “he’s not going to die, he’s not going to die.”

And he’s aware his eyes are starting to fill up with tears and it’s making his glasses fog up, and every time he says those words they sound less like a statement and more like a question, more frantic, borderline hysterical, less and less like he actually believes them.

“He’s not going to die, he’s not going to die, he’s not going to die?”

7. A ballad of burning lungs and bated breath (Tolkien, Silmarillion)

“It’s always the same story, isn’t it?” Maglor scoffs. “It’s always time, or fate, there’s never a choice around here.”

Finrod looks like he wants to protest that statement, but Maglor doesn’t give him the chance to. Instead he mounts the brown horse, and leaves his cousin standing in the dust.

It takes a while for Finrod to catch up with him.

“You’re wrong, you know,” he says, as soon as he does, and Maglor wants to roll his eyes at him but can’t. Not when it’s that sentence. Not when it’s spoken in that tone. By a person with those curls in their hair.

8. Of stars and city lights and sun, of all the lights that lead us home (QZGS/TKA, Sun Xiang/XIao Shiqin)

“But how do you know?” Sun Xiang asks again, frustration seeping into his voice, frustration and fear, so much fear, and Xiao Shiqin can’t bear it. Just as much as he cannot say no to Sun Xiang anymore, he cannot bear to see him so afraid.

So Xiao Shiqin repeats:

“You just know. You look at them. Really look at them. And you know.”

Sun Xiang stares out the window some more, jaw clenched and throat bobbing as he swallows, his breath shaking as he exhales.

“You just look?”

Xiao Shiqin nods.

“You just look.”

9. In pieces yet at peace (YYM: DOE)

Killing Stone breathes in, a sharp gasping breath, surprised at the fire in Honey Bug’s words, the worry and pain and, yes, anger, anger not at him, but at the situation, at the darkness playing tricks on his mind. He can only nod.

“Then live,” she whispers, her voice shaky with tears, “Let me help you, and live.”

“Yes,” he says, “alright.”

10. Counting the promised as yet unbroken (MDZS/CQL, Nielan)

“Mingjue!” he howls, all thought of anything but his friend’s approaching death fleeing his mind.

He has never moved so fast in his entire life. Two steps he rushes up the hill, Baxia raised above his head, to kill, to save. He has never moved so fast in his life and yet he knows it is not enough. He wasn’t quick enough to get them to safety and now he won’t be quick enough to save his friend from being stabbed to death. He won’t be quick enough to keep his promise.

Time seems to slow as the soldier’s sword descends, getting ever closer to Mingjue’s chest, closer to the heart only barely still beating within it, closer to ending the life of one of the three people Xichen cares about the most in the entire world.

Tagging: @pangzi @stupid-lemon-eater @psychic-waffles @scaredysap @programmedradly @the-marron @lunarriviera @lucientelrunya @hils79 @sharkbeneaththelotus @elenothar if you want to do this :)

[gay-salt-amber]

Vil phtotshoot would ask question like "Tell us about the dorm" "What's Brair Valley like?" and do one on one interviews with the models and ask them personal stuff like "What's your childhood like" and "Best art of being in Diasmonia" and also I was just asking for basic headcanons on the idea Diasmonia are models for a photoshoot lol

Tell us about the dorm

Esther: it's quite entertaining, it's also quite beautiful, especially the gardens, if it didn't get my head lobbed off I'd say our bushes were better kept then heartslabyul's are

Silver: it has a very homely feel to it, it's nice

Sebek: oh our dorm is the best! We have very nice furniture, the colors aren't all over the place t-

Lilia: well I think it's quite nice but I'm biased considering I decorated it, and also it's nice being in the same dorm as all my kiddos

Malleus: let me tell you about the gargoyles-

What's briar valley like?

Esther: the valley is fantastic! It's so full of life and joy from everyone around, quite different from my home and that's a very good thing

Silver: meh it's home I don't take much time to weigh the pros ans cons of it

Sebek: I love it, I don't think I'd ever wanna move anywhere else

Lilia: it's nice since it's home but it's still nice to go to other places, I like it quite well though

Malleus: I think jts quite nice, my grandmother has done a fantastic job ruling over it

What was your childhood like?

Esther: my childhood was pretty OK, my parents loved me and that's all I could have asked for

Silver: it was good, I grew up with malleus, father and sebek so nothing was ever quiet but I got by

Sebek: I had a great childhood! My parents are the best and waka-sama and Lilia-san are fantastic teachers and taught me alot of what I know now

Lilia: great question, I don't remember jack shit

Malleus: well, I'd say it was pretty good, Lilia did a good job raising me

Best part of being in diasomnia

Silver, sebek, esther: supportive gay fae dad

Lilia: I get to stay with my children and people I care about

Malleus: did I already tell you about the gargoyles? Well-

--

Esther loves every part of this

Lilia is used to all of this cuz album covers

Silver is annoyed by all the costume changes

Someone tries to do malleus's hair but he just uses magic and does it in 2 seconds

Sebek is just being everyone's cheerleader

[octopus-reactivated]

Title me Miss: Good Morning

The ray of sunlight fell through the window and rested on the floor.  Juli watched it laying on his nest-like construction. He would prefer to wait for Miss kneeling, but she said explicitly not to get up until she came. It sounded like one of the tests Trainers used to make. Give order against a rule and see if Pet- Juli. And see if Juli will be able to follow them both. He always, always failed on this. He knew it should be possible, but he never was able to see the solution. Stupid boy. 

He whimpered and hid under the blankets. He thought about how yesterday his whole life changed, he was taken from the Shop and went home with Miss. He knew there was nothing he did to deserve this, but he hoped he could somehow make it last. 

Well, there was something he could do. If he would be good then maybe Miss will want to keep him. The problem was, that he was pretty useless, every Trainer came to the same conclusion. 

The other problem was that he still didn’t know what was expected from him. He got both lapdog and chore training and he wasn’t sure which one he had to follow. If Miss had given him some chores or told him that he’s supposed to make the living room pretty it would be easier to know, but Miss had no obligation to make it easy for him,  she could do anything she wanted to and he would have no right to complain. But maybe, just maybe, Miss will be merciful? She gave him a bed, clothes and a meal. Maybe she will give him rules as well. 

Faint click sound and door creaking. He heard light steps entering the room. It must be Miss. He kicked down blankets and rolled out of his nest. 

“Good- good morning, Miss,” he yelled. Wait, was he allowed to talk first? Was he too loud? and he even stuttered and-

“Good morning, love” Miss didn’t seem angry “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, thank you for a bed and clothes and permission to rest, Miss” 

Juli couldn’t remember when was the last time he had such a good sleep. There were no high-pitched sounds in random intervals like in a training facility.  There were no kicks to his stomach or insults and hair janking. 

Of course, this was only the first night, and no-one said it will always be that way, but he was grateful even for that one time.

“That’s good” Miss sat cross-legged on the floor. “I thought about what we will do today”

Juli listened carefully

“So first we’re gonna have breakfast. I invited Justin, you remember him from yesterday, right? I have some photo evidence for his case ready and… well I guess the details don't matter. The thing is, in the afternoon I have a wedding photoshoot scheduled, but the place is kind of far away,  so I will have to leave early, so I’ll leave you with Justin. Is that fine with you?”

What was he supposed to say? Everything Miss said was fine with him, even hearing hey speak to him was an act of mercy, her voice calming down his anxious mind. He was not at the training facility anymore, he wasn’t in the shop either, he was in Miss’s home and that meant that he was not unwanted and worthless, even if for a few days. 

__________

It was the man from yesterday, Miss’s friend. The one that came up with the name idea. 

“Good morning, sir” Juli said politely as soon as he saw him entering the kitchen

“Morning,” sir answered. 

Miss was preparing breakfast, taking out three sets of plates. 

Wait, three? Was someone else supposed to come over? But both of them sat already down, and they would not sit down if they waited for another guest and… oh? The three plates, all of them on a table with a counter low enough that Miss and Sir could eat, sitting cross-legged on the floor, third plate waiting… if he was wrong it won’t end well. He glanced at Miss, who smiled gently and gave him a small nod. He reluctantly crawled to the table and kneeled in front of the third plate. 

No one yelled at him, no one grabbed his hair and dragged back, no one threw the plate at him. It probably meant he didn’t make a mistake? 

But…

“Miss, may I ask a question, please?” he asked nervous, when Miss put food from the jar on his plate

“Sure”

__________

“I… I thought feeding day was yesterday?” 

“What do you mean feeding da…” Decima looked at him wide-eyed “Nononono, there are no feeding and non-feeding days” 

“Um I don’t understand…” He stuttered “I meant thank you Miss for this undeserved mercy” He quickly corrected himself

“Alright, alright, think about it as your task. You're gonna eat when I eat, so I won't feel lonely during meals. Is that fine with you?”

“I understand and I will do my best, I promise, I won’t fail you, Miss… um… and…” he stayed silent for a moment “and thank you”

__________

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[bedlamsbard]

3, 19, and 20

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

I don't think that I have one? This sort of thing I'll either do as a full story or I will do it as concept writing to get it out of my head, so I can't really think of anything that qualifies, especially for the "always wanted to write" caveat. Like, if I'm that hung up on it I'll usually just write it.

19. Is there something you always find yourself repeating in your writing? (favourite verb, something you describe ‘too often’, trope you can’t get enough of?)

oh yeah one of my recurring tropes is "the building is sentient and it wants to kill you," though weirdly I have no desire to do this in the MCU, so that one's so far completely out in this fandom. But I've done it a lot in both Star Wars and Narnia. (Same for sentient/semi-sentient objects, the way I do for holocrons in Star Wars -- I really, really have no interest in doing this in the MCU, even though there's arguably canonical support for doing it with the Infinity Stones. No interest. Not happening. Potentially could in the future -- they're all still around post-Yonder -- but no interest right now.)

I've got a lot of recurring phrasing that you'll see fairly often (the "it's me -- it's me" reprise whenever a character returns from the dead, "his/her gaze flicked," etc.) and probably some other recurring scene-types -- like, I do a lot of "character just woke up," it's probably one of my most common ways to start a scene. (There are two in this chapter of Horizon alone and the next chapter probably starts with one.) Also I write a lot of crying. Arguably too much crying, as an ex once accused me.

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

oh man I could go on and on and need more specificity about which story you'd like (heh), but here's a detail that I don't think anyone has ever noticed in Yonder or Horizon and some rambling about the Yonderverse:

Clint finally pulled his fist back and Loki immediately put his hands down, then smoothed out his shirt cuffs with precise, fiddly movements. His cufflinks were gold and shaped like lightning bolts, Natasha noticed for the first time. (Yonder)

“Overrated,” Loki said dryly, rising to his feet and slinging his polearm over his back again. Except for the weapon he could have been prepared for a magazine photoshoot, in crisply-pressed slacks, green silk shirt, black waistcoat, tie, and suit jacket, gold glimmering not only from the beads in his hair but also from his curving tiepin and lightning bolt cufflinks. (Horizon)

Which is Loki's lightning bolt cufflinks, which are obviously a nod to Thor, parallel to Thor having Loki's helmet on his vambraces in The Avengers. Yonderverse Loki loves and misses Thor very, very much -- he absolutely thinks Thor is dead and doesn't expect him to come back in Yonder at all. Immediately post-IW in this 'verse (as the flashbacks in the last chapter make clear), Loki also thought that all the Asgardians had been wiped out; that there was no one left at all, just him. A lot of what he's doing when he's building New Asgard, and later ruling it, is constantly running basically the mental equation of "what would Thor do? okay, I'm going to do that," because he doesn't totally trust his own instincts anymore. As we know from canon, what he does is not remotely what Thor does (aside from the foundation of New Asgard, but I think Yonderverse New Asgard and canon New Asgard may actually be in different locations in Norway), but he has no way of knowing that and he's very much working off this idealized memory of Thor and to a lesser extent Odin and Frigga.

Post-Yonder this creates a big problem of Loki and Thor not actually agreeing on a lot of things, because Loki's idealized picture of "what would Thor do?" is not in fact what Thor would do in many cases. The Asgardians who survived the Snap, both in New Asgard and on Vanaheim, have one view of Loki (and while the Asgardians on Vanaheim are less hero-worship-y than the ones in New Asgard, it's still there, despite Loki's cynicism in Yonder) and the Asgardians who did not survive the Snap do not have that and may actually have it going more towards Thor (because he saved them from Ragnarok). So that results in intra-Asgardian conflict as well as conflict between Loki and Thor as they disagree on things, which range from "I did not build Idavoll to share with my dead brother, I built it for me to live in for the next six thousand years, I was planning on using that room that now has to go to you so you are not sleeping in my room" to "oh, wow, we have completely different opinions on Asgardian laws about child custody, huh." The Thor in Loki's head -- who has been there, dead, idealized, for five years -- is not the real Thor, even though he knew the real Thor for a thousand years. Loki grieved and loved his brother very, very much and five years on in Yonder is not over either his death or watching Thor be horribly murdered in front of him, but he was in a position where he had no choice but to deal with that and keep going. He is not the Loki that Thor remembers from Ragnarok by Yonder and that's something that's very hard for both of them to deal with, on and off. (Which is also true for Sif, who has not seen Loki since TDW; it's a huge shock for both her and Thor to see a Loki who's really comfortable in his role as King of Asgard in his own name, as Allfather, as a much-loved absolute ruler. The Valkyrie, on the other hand, knew Thor for like a week but has worked very, very closely with Loki for five years now. It's weird for everyone.)

[hanjsquokka]

The Bang Chan Nylon Magazine brain rot is eating me alive!!! Please if you can, can you write something (could be short, could be long, could be in the middle whatever suits you) about Sugar Daddy!Chan and Sugar Baby!Reader? I really just need Bang Chan bending me like those plastic rubber rulers😔 Something absolutely filthy if possible and could Chan not be too much of a mean Dom (I can't handle that😭) but he not much of a soft one either if that makes sense? No daddy kink(sir is fine-) or breeding kink (breeding kink is a turn off for me😅) but you can do whatever else you like!

I need this man to a concerning degree. Would thank him if he bent me like a pretzel to be honest

- 🐻

Magazine Photos - [ Bang Chan ]

🐺 SYNOPSIS : You get a little heated after seeing your boyfriend's new photoshoot, but Chan is always there to fulfill your every need.

GENRE : smut

PAIRING : bang chan × f!reader

CONTENT WARNING : pure filth, basically no plot other than this man's unholy photoshoot, smut warnings under the cut

WORD COUNT : 0.8K

AUTHOR'S NOTE : Sorry for taking so long but thank you for my very first request 🐻 anon. I wasn't able to incorporate the sd/sb dynamic but I hope you like it <3

minors dni. if you click read, you agree to nsfw content

SMUT WARNINGS : no clear dom/sub dynamics, unprotected sex (pls don't do this), piv, edging, overstimulation, mentions of fingering and clit play, reader is referred to as baby, baby girl, sweetheart

“Fuck.” He grunted, cock slipping out of your slick hole, edging you even further for the nth time, making you whine. Tears formed in your eyes as your impending orgasm was ruined yet again. He dragged the tip of his cock up and down your folds, making your squirm. He let out a deep chuckle. “Such a needy little baby.” He bottomed out without warning, making you scream, hands clawing his back as he pistoned in and out of you at an animalistic pace, hitting every sweet spot inside you so perfectly.

“T-Too much — please —”

“You asked for this baby.” He harshly cupped your jaw to make you look at him and captured your lips in a fiery kiss. It was true. You did ask for it. Fuck me stupid. Seeing Chan's new photos from his recent magazine shoot did something to you. You stared at those for hours while you waited for your boyfriend to come home — which took forever. Somehow every neuron was fired inside of you, making you extremely horny with no relief. You knew the rules of not touching yourself so you waited, painstakingly until you heard the front door click open and the padding of his feet until he reached the bedroom, that cute smile of his on his face as he approached you with a hug. He planted a kiss on your forehead, but all you could think about were those sinful photos lighting up your phone screen which was tossed to the side.

“What's wrong? You're so… tense.” Chan asked, cupping your face to make you look up at him. You didn't say anything, shying away from your thoughts as a blush spread across your face. You refused to meet his gaze as you rubbed your thighs together in search of friction — anything to subdue the heat pooling between your legs. You quickly glanced at your phone which was still switched on, making him follow your gaze, eyes landing on the screen. The content you were previously fawning over made him smirk. “Is my baby horny?” You nodded. “You liked those photos?”

“You look… really good.” You managed to say.

“How good?”

“Enough to want you to fuck me stupid.”

Which led to the current scenario. He edged you for what felt like forever, teasing you, playing with your clit, fingering you and twisting your sensitive nipple — all to stop right before you could reach that sweet relief. It was driving you insane.

“P-Please. Wanna c-cum —”

“You're going to cum when I say you can cum.”

You whimpered, your hands drifting from his back to his hair, tugging at the strands, eliciting a deep groan from him which made you clench around him. “So fucking tight.” He grunted, lifting your legs up to get a better angle, perfectly aiming at your g-spot with each thrust, making you scream. Your orgasm was approaching like a freight train, almost about to tumble over the precipice. Your mind was slowly turning to mush.

“‘M gonna — gonna c-cum, Channie —”

“Gonna be a good girl for me?” You nodded frantically, clenching around him as he reached between your legs and rubbed harsh circles around your clit and he leaned forward so he could wrap his lips around your nipples. All of the stimulation was enough to send you overboard. “Cum for me baby girl.” It was all too much for you, you came around his cock, milking his shaft, nails digging into his back as your legs shook. But he didn't stop, overstimulation taking over you. You squirmed away, trying to get him to stop but you couldn't, he just going and going, thrusting deeper and deeper inside you, bruising your cervix. You cried and begged him to stop. “Come on baby, one more. Give Channie one more.”

Your second orgasm approached you much faster than your first one, sensitivity make your jolt. His pace became sloppier and you watched as his face scrunched up. You came without warning, squeezing him hard.

“Fuck — baby.” He pulled out and stroked himself as he came all over your tummy. You were barely conscious, head swimming from all the pleasure you just received. “Come on sweetheart, let's get you cleaned up.” He pressed a sweet kiss on your hairline before getting up to run a bath for the two of you.

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[malamadremotorcycles]

Exploring Bali on Two Wheels – The Benefits of Renting Custom Motorcycles Bali

Bali is an island paradise known for its breathtaking scenery, rich culture, friendly locals, and amazing food. While there are many ways to get around, renting a Custom Motorcycles Bali offers an unparalleled experience as you cruise past lush rice terraces, volcanic lakes, and pristine beaches.

The Thrill of the Ride

Riding a motorcycle takes exploring Bali to another level. Feel the wind in your hair as you rev up that engine and accelerate along curvy Balinese roads. The ability to go wherever you want lets you discover hidden gems most tourists never get to see. Stop on a whim to take photos or chat with villagers. The freedom is exhilarating!

Immerse Yourself in the Culture

Locals primarily use motorbikes to get around Bali. By renting your own set of wheels, you'll blend right in and get a taste of what daily life is like. As you confidently navigate narrow streets, you'll pick up on the rhythms that pulse through tiny villages. Watch cultural traditions unfold

before your eyes when you stumble upon temple ceremonies and daily offerings placed around homes or businesses.

Bonder With Your Travel Companions

Sharing motorcycle adventures creates memories that will last a lifetime. You'll have inside jokes about near-death experiences on the road and can challenge each other to weird food dares when stopping for lunch. Don't forget the selfies! Capturing your crew's shenanigans against epic backdrops is a must.

Where to Rent

Motorcycles Rental Balioffers an awesome selection of well-maintained bikes for rent, from classic Vespas to heavy-duty Harleys. Their passionate team handles all the paperwork so you can just show up, choose your ride, and take off hassle-free.

Types of Motorcycles

As a tropical island, Bali provides ideal conditions for motorcycle touring. Still, specific bikes work better depending on factors like your destinations, technical riding skills, number of passengers, and more.

Scooters - Best for novice riders and solo travelers, scooters have smaller engines (100-150cc). They're extremely portable for getting around cities and beaches but lack power for Bali's interior hills.

Custom Choppers - For intermediate or advanced riders touring Bali's rugged interior, bigger custom cruisers with 250-500cc engines handle uneven terrain better. Malamadre's custom choppers also score major style points!

Sidecars - Add a sidecar to transport photoshoot gear, surfboards, or an additional passenger in comfort. Sidecars expand touring possibilities to accommodate groups with mixed riding abilities.

Safety Tips

While motorbikes unlock awesome experiences, they do come with real risks. Protect yourself by wearing a helmet, packing proper riding shoes, understanding road rules in advance, and never drinking alcohol before riding. Also, confirm your travel insurance covers motorcycle accidents abroad.

Most importantly, choose a reputable rental company like Malamadre Motorcycles Bali known for premium quality bikes that handle well. Well-maintained machinery drastically reduces the chances of breakdowns or other mechanical issues. You can also get it checked from Motorcycles Garage Bali.

The Open Road Awaits

The road leads to zip-lining past verdant jungle canopies. It pulls over to grab grilled corn from a beach side vendor. You can witness a cricket match in a village square. These moments of wonder and connection await Bali explorers riding their own set of wheels. So what are you waiting for? The open road beckons! Book the perfect custom motorcycle in paradise with Malamadre Motorcycles Bali and let the adventure begin! So book with us at https://malamadremotorcycles.com

[mollytatlisu]

White Shirt Shoot 1

In todays lecture we were given a task in order to kickstart us to produce content for our magazines. The task was to style a white shirt in a way that communicates our narrative taking the form of an informal photoshoot. The only rule was a white shirt had to be included; aside from that we could use any props, backgrounds and make up we wanted.

Before I begin to discuss each images qualities and disadvantages I am going to explain the stylistic choices I made regarding my models appearances. On my first model chloe, I styled the white shirt underneath a translucent boob tube with it half tucked into a leather mini skirt, underneath the skirt on one leg she wore a pair of pinstripe trousers, with floral pattered tights covering the other leg. I accessorised with a grommet belt around her right leg and a studded one around her waist, and two silver necklaces around her neck. Starting with the clothing, I went for the overlaying of the skirt on the trousers to mimic the DIY aesthetic that goth inherited from punk, as well the unique gender expression engrained in goth culture that I attempted to communicate by combining the skirt with the trousers; merging typical femininity and masculinity and dipping into their inherent gender blurring. The boob tube also stemmed from the DIY element, with the safety pins around the nipple acting as an expression of an average goths outward openness regarding sexuality, which is similar to why I incorporated the extra chains; I think they have loose kink connotations. Not only is the cross necklace made using a bike chain which perfectly demonstrates DIY, it indicates the respectfulness goths exhibit towards other cultures, religions and beliefs; which I first stumbled across in my research around the Visigoth’s sack of Rome; and their “politeness” towards Christian’s at that time. Aswell as this I also felt as though the cross’ unusually large size compared to typical religious crosses contributed to the extravagant, over the top style goth fashion possesses. I opted for the floral tights as one of my predictions based on my research thus far is that goth will take a much more feminine turn for all people that identity with the goth subculture; in short because of the increased awareness of the LGBTQ+ community and the development of pop culture influences such as Wednesday Addams. As for her hair and makeup, I attempted to emulate a trad goth look with heavy eyeliner, black lips and a pale complexion aswell as the exaggerated hair that I achieved through the use of back combing and hair spray. When exploring gothic rock I learnt the significance of Siouxsie Sioux and her band, so for the hair and makeup I took inspiration from her iconic look.

I think although this wasn’t my initial intention, my second model Sadie’s look is much more muted. I styled the white shirt underneath a band tee, paired with flared leather trousers, Jadon dr martens and accessories such as the grommet belt strung like a bag across her shoulder. Although the look has unusual elements such as the fingerless glove on one hand, in general it appears more put together and more resemblant of the modern goth; which I think is quite apparent when the two are stood together. I included the band t shirt to emphasis the importance of music in the development of goth, with the band “Divorce” actually being an indie / rock band from the early 2000s. I went with the dr martens because I feel as though they are a timeless staple within the goth wardrobe as well as that of many other subcultures. I feel as though the leather trousers contribute to the cleaner aesthetic this look has, and may be a material I consider to be involved in the future of goth.

Moving onto locations, I used various spots around and under the subway near my flat. Although I would’ve preferred to go further and take some photos in the oasis market to encorporate a musical background or around pigeon park to include its gothic style cathedral; the shoot was last minute and it was raining, so going to those locations would’ve comprised the hair and makeup etc. I think the most effective backgrounds are probably the overly textured walls with the graffiti on them, as the images they’re in exude almost a rebellious attitude; perfect for reflecting the anti establishment stance of goths dating back to the defeat of the Roman Empire.

[fairestwriting]

as a firm believer in 🙏 neck kiss supremacy 🙏 i'd like the dorm leaders' reactions to their s/o giving them some neck kisses if you don't mind

Riddle Rosehearts

No matter how many times you do it, Riddle always yelps a little, his voice going a whole octave up in pitch. His reactions are just cute in general, face going all red as it usually does whenever you're affectionate towards him.

He really likes them, but finds them really embarrassing. Don't do it in public and don't leave any marks are rules he will not allow exceptions to... well, maybe he'll indulge you a little, just this time.

Leona Kingscholar

Might have been the one to give you the idea of kissing his neck, because he does it a lot to you. Sometimes softer, just pecks from your collarbone to your jaw when he's feeling lovey-dovey, sometimes he kind of nibbles at you playfully.

He always smiles at the gesture, sometimes tangling his fingers into your hair to play with it as he lets you kiss him. Whether you're going on a softer or rougher route, he doesn't mind, just chuckles and gives you some back. It's like you're wordlessly communicating that you belong to each other.

Azul Ashengrotto

Never really expects it, yelps like Riddle, but even more hight pitched. Azul switches between his suave persona and sort of an easily flustered mess when it comes to affection, in general, and that usually brings out the latter more.

If he's been feeling particularly good about himself, though, his suave side tends to come out. He chuckles and takes your hand before returning the favor, pressing a kiss to it and then to your jaw, maybe to your lips right after.

Kalim Al-Asim

Another one who really loves them! But he's really ticklish there, so he'll definitely start giggling and almost pushing you away on instinct, telling you to stop only when his laughter takes his breath away.

He just attacks you with kisses afterwards. Not just on your neck, but all over your face, on your hands, on what he can reach of your chest. Whenever you give him some love, his heart just swells with so much feeling, he needs to give it all back!

Vil Schoenheit

Doesn't take neck kisses lightly. He does enjoy them as much as anyone else, but those tend to develop into nibbling or full on biting, and he really doesn't want to show up to a photoshoot with blotches of red on his neck.

Kind of guides you while you do it and only allows it when you're in private. His hand is on your head, almost petting you, don't be rough, he tells you, and as long as you follow the command, you can give him all the kisses you want. You'll catch him smiling fondly when you get him to relax enough too.

Idia Shroud

The first neck kiss you give him is the first neck kiss he's ever gotten. For a moment he's almost fearing for his life, questioning if you were actually a vampire in secret and about to feed on him, but then you place that kiss on his skin, and he just flushes red up to his hair.

Idia is clingy and needy, as much as he hates to admit it, so it's obvious he loves them, but to him it's such an insanely intimate and tender act, it flusters him to no end. It'll probably be a rare thing between the two of you because of how overwhelmed he tends to get.

Malleus Draconia

Loves them, and has definitely been giving you some of them before you even started it. It's a common way to show affection between some fae, the sort of thing Lilia would tell him about when he was a kid and asking how relationships work. To him, it's something you share with someone who's very special to you.

Always returns the favor, though he leans more towards single, slow kisses rather than trailing pecks along your skin or doing anything that leaves any marks, but it's not like he's above either of those things either.

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[nxrthmizu]

victory tastes bitter // mlb

fandom | miraculous ladybug 

genre | lila salt with a dose of marinette deserves better 

w.c | 818 

summary | A quick drabble about Marinette giving up hold on her burning empire. Honestly, she should just drop that class already. They look pretty toxic to me. Or maybe I've been reading too many class salt fics.

author’s note | Also, why do people always confront each other in the bathroom? Can we please so somewhere more sanitary, please? And what if there was another person in the stall,,, it would be so awkward for the poor soul.

So that was what victory tasted like.

Lila smiled to herself, humming a victorious little tune under her breath to celebrate her complete conquer over Bustier’s naive little puppets. The bluenette was completely outnumbered— Not a single soul in the classroom believed their sweet saint, innocent, helpful, kind, the ‘Everyday Ladybug’ Marinette anymore. The Italian resisted the urge to snort. A few months ago, Marinette had been so high-and-mighty about it— Trusting that her friends wouldn’t turn their backs on her, trusting that her friends would see sense. What a joke.

The faster you learn that people sway as easily as weed crops, Dupain-Cheng, Lila thought in amusement to herself as she fixed her hair in the toilet mirror. The better.

The last thing she expected to see when she looked in the mirror was Dupain-Cheng staring back.

Shrieking, the Italian launched herself away from the mirror, cling onto the sink for support. Shock had overwhelmed her like a skyscraper-tall wave, drowning her in a surge of emotion for a moment before receding back into the deep ocean. “What…” She panted, huffing as she regained her composure. “What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing much,” The bluenette shrugged. “Just thought I should offer my thanks.”

Wide-eyed, the Italian blinked a couple times, completely taken aback by the behaviour of the girl she thought she’d taken down. “… What?”

“Just thought I should offer my thanks, Lila.” Marinette repeated impatiently, rolling her eyes blatantly for all of Lila to see. “Is your non-existent hearing problem back again?”

Clearly, the Italian did not take pleasure in being snarked back at. “Be careful with your words, Marinette.” Lila spat, looking down on the former class president as if she was some sort of trash that didn’t deserve a second glance. “If I were you, I’d keep quiet from now on. You’ve lost.”

“Lost?” The last thing Lila expected Marinette to do was to giggle. “Lila, you helped me take out a bunch of trash. This whole time…” The bluenette started met Lila’s gaze, azure blue eyes glistening with a royal confidence. “This whole time, I’ve been overwhelmed by class rep duties, having to do free commissions, having to fork out my time for the benefit of the class— And not once did they thank me. How do I say this… Ever since you took them away from me, I’ve been…” Pausing, Marinette searched for the right word to use. “Free.”

Too stunned to say a word, Lila could only watch, hands still dripping with soap, as the bluenette continued on.

“I cleaned out my room last week. No more having to keep up with everyone’s schedule to make sure our class hangouts don’t crash with Adrien’s photoshoots, Alya’s babysitting duties, Rose’s chores. No more having to wake up at 5pm before someone’s birthday to make sure there were enough cupcakes for the whole class. No more having to bend myself over backwards to do favours that I shouldn’t have to.” Marinette breathed a sigh of relief, as if she was… Happy, for the first time in a long while. “You’ve… Liberated me.”

“H— How is that possible?” Lila fumed, clenching her fists as she stalked forward to the bluenette, who maintained a calm face, a regal, royal composure in the contrast of Lila’s destructive, speculative, impulsive decisions. “I… I took away everything from you!”

“I’m aware, Lila.” Replied the bluenette, gently pushing away the Italian when she came too close for comfort. “Everything as in all the unnecessary trash I was dragging along with me. I didn’t know that they were a burden on me before you took them away. It’s like…” She pursed her lips, “Like you took a weight off my shoulders.”

She had been so close to victory! Lila hissed in her head, clenching and unclenching her fists until there were numerous crescent-shaped indents on her skin. Why was Mari-brat turning everything against her so quickly?

“Think of it this way,” Marinette put kindly, using her open palms to reassure the agitated Lila. “I had a court of unloyal subjects. You helped me weed all of them out. Does that make sense?”

Scoffing, Lila tried to take pride in the fact that Marinette, essentially, had no ‘court’ left to rule. “And now you have no subjects while I have a bunch of loyal ones.” She sneered, crossing her arms. “What’s a ruler if she’s alone?”

“Who said I’m alone?” As if Lila had just stated something utterly stupid, Marinette tilted her head sideways, feigning a look of innocent confusion. “You forget, Lila. This whole time that I didn’t need to cater to my classmates— I’ve been making new friends. I have connections within the student council, the art club, not to mention some other classes that I’ve helped out before. I’ve never been alone. I’ve just been blind.”

Lila stared.

“And now you’ve opened my eyes.”

Victory suddenly tasted bitter.

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[animeomegas]

N-sfw writing warm up: Omega Obey me brothers and new dateables. 

I randomly generated 15 words for each character and picked my favourite one to write a N-sfw drabble.

1.      Lucifer – Table – Office Sex – When his workload starts to feel like it’s crushing him, he always turns to you. One message, and you’re at his office door, smiling gently, and he clings to the comfort you can give him. Everyone relies on him, but he relies on you. You’re careful with him. You don’t wrinkle his uniform too much, you don’t mess up any of his paperwork, you never make enough noise to bring concerned people to his door, but you still make him feel so good. When you bend him over his desk, it’s like all his worries drift away. When you push inside of him, he can’t think anymore, his mind if clouded with thoughts of you. “I’m going to cum, I’m-,” You hold him tight as he cums, ensuring that for once, he’s fully relaxed.

2.      Mammon – Picture – Photoshoot – Mammon is a model, something that he reminds you of frequently, so it’s no surprise that he looks great in front of a camera. Wearing the new lingerie you bought for him, legs spread open for you. He flushes pink under the lights as you click the camera furiously. “Does this pose look good?” he asks demurely, stretching into his next obscene position. He sprawls on the floor, holding his hips up for you and directing a sultry gaze straight at the camera. He’d do anything to keep your attention on him.

3.      Leviathan – Touch – Overstimulation – He had never been touched before you, so everything you give him is new, overwhelming in the best way. He can feel you on his skin, your hands leaving a burning sensation behind as they trail around his body. He’s hot, he can’t think straight anymore. How many times has he cum now? Five? Six? “It’s too much! I can’t- I can’t,” he sobs as you work him towards his next orgasm. He feels tingly all over, no room for embarrassment, not when the sensations are so intense. One more. For you, he can always do one more.

4.      Asmo – Disappointment – Ruined orgasms – He is so much fun to tease. He whines so prettily for you when you play with him. You wind him up and up, as tightly as you can, but just as the coil snaps, you let go, leaving him to thrash against his silk sheets, precum pouring out of him as he’s denied any sort of proper release. He can’t handle this, “Let me cum properly, please! Please, I’ll do anything,” he begs, trying to drag your hands to the heated flesh between his legs, desperate for any stimulation. He shakes all over as you continue to deny the one thing he wants over and over again. He’s not letting you end the session until you finish him properly.

5.      Beel – Poetry – Sweet talk – He’s always a sweet boy for you, and sweet boys deserve sweet words. You drown him in love, telling him how beautiful he is, how much you adore him, how much you admire him. You build him up and up and up while you worship every inch of his skin, covering him in kisses. He soaks it all up, cock twitching with every compliment. He wants nothing more than to be your good boy.

6.      Belphie – Serve – Maid outfit – He looks so beautiful in black and white, so it’s no surprise he looks the part of the perfect maid. Belphie keeps trying to tug his skirt down at the front, exposing his pretty white panties at the back. He complains the whole way through as you make him tidy up your room, “Can you just fuck me already? Why are you making me do this?”. You follow him around the room as he cleans, pinching and grabbing at him, flipping up his skirt when he moves too slowly, delighting in how he squeals and blushes. The cute bows in his hair really complete the look.

7.      Satan – Literacy – Vibrator punishment while reading – He had to finish the chapter. That was the rule you gave him. But you don’t make it easy on him. You watch him from the other side of the room, listening to him read out loud, fiddling with the remote to the vibrator lodged firmly against Satan’s prostate, pressing it whenever you please. He starts to read faster, so you turn the vibrator up to maximum. His gasps, dropping the book, keening loudly at the sudden sensations. “And so, characterisation remains key to underst- ahhh! Mmmmh, turn- turn it down, I can’t focus!”

8.      Simeon – Virgin – Corruption – To think that a few months ago he had never been touched like this before. You’d never know it, looking at his debauched form now. He’s sprawled on your bed, hands clawing at your sheets, eyes rolled back into his head, his hair making an ironic halo around his head. He’s never felt so far from and close to heaven at the same time. Nowadays, he can’t go more than a week without your touch, he’s addicted to it. The way you open him up and fill his head with dirty thoughts, making him beg for you, plead for you, worship you even. He knows the danger of idols, of falling in love with humans, but he just can’t stop.

9.      Solomon – Cane – Caning – He had been behaving like a brat all day, not that that is surprising, of course. He lived for pushing you as far as you could go, for teasing you and baiting you. He’d been whispering naughty things in your all day. So, now he was getting what he deserved. He was laying on your lap, still running his mouth even as you brought the cane down on him. “Is that as hard as you can do it? Pathe- Ugh! Oh, fuck-,”. The cane leaves stinging, red welts on his pale skin. They look beautiful on him. This isn’t going to end until he can no longer sit down.

10.   Diavolo – Biology – Horns – His demon form had always been exciting for you. Every time you saw him like that, his chest completely exposed, the gold neck piece (that looked like a collar at the right angle), and the horns. Oh, the horns. So, you decide to ask him to touch them. He blushes in such a cute way, the tips of his ears going bright red. You run your hands over the horns and Diavolo bites his lip to keep in any inappropriate sounds. But he simply can’t keep quiet when you start to scratch at the base where his horns meet his head. He just melts under your attention, “That feels so good, please, keep going, don’t stop,”. He doesn’t even try to hide the bulge in his trousers, the pleasure makes him shameless. When he gets stressed or lonely, he always lays his head and your lap and begs for you to scratch his horns.

[magalidragon]

lights, camera, action | a smutty Jonerys AU | teaser

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERIKA!! 🥰🤗💕🎂🥳 I am so sorry this is not ready yet! But here is enough for a little tease!

"That's it, I'm done," he shouted, to what he thought was an empty space; just him, his cameras, and the photography equipment.

He thought he was alone.

A soft voice, amused, called out from behind him. "Well that's unfortunate, I dressed up specifically for this."

He spun on his heel, studying the woman who was standing in the doorway, dressed in a nondescript long black coat, black leggings, heavy black combat boots, and oversized flame-red sweater that fell to her knees. He squinted at her, wondering how this was the woman he was supposed to photograph today. That woman was supposed to be some kind of supermodel or actress or something. Someone relatively important in the entertainment industry.

This woman was petite, swimming in the coat, and despite the two-inch platform boots, she was so tiny he had no idea how she was meant to strut down runways with giraffes. It’d be like a little kitten chasing along with them. Her face was pink from the cold outside, but fresh-faced, makeup free, and her silver hair was in a long, messy plait over her shoulder. There was a huge duffel bag and tote slung over her shoulder and she had a garment bag looped around one finger, hanging over her shoulder down her back.

“You’re Daenerys?” he blurted out.

“Dany,” she said, stepping towards him, offering her hand. It was in a bright red glove. He shook it briefly, still stunned. She smirked at him, a silver brow arching up. By the old gods, he swore inwardly, her eyes. They were a photographer’s dream. Lavender, with flecks of gold around her pupil, wide and full, dark silky lashes framing them, her brows drawing further attention to them when she quirked them up higher. “You alright there? You’re Jon, right?”

“Aye,” he croaked, still taken aback. He swallowed the lump in his throat, shoving his hands into his jeans. He was in his usual photographer getup; white button down and black skinny jeans, heavy black Chelsea boots, and his messy rat’s nest of black curls tugged up into a half-knot. He took her in for another second and shook his head, bringing himself to present. He was an idiot. “Aye, I’m Jon.”

“I understand you’re doing a favor for Margaery.”

“Um, aye, she’s my goodsister.”

“She convinced me to do this, said that her newest designs needed me or some such thing.” She followed him towards the setup. It was exactly how Margaery requested; a mattress on the floor, black and red sheets tossed about, heavy velvet blanket for added texture, and the remaining backdrop of Dragonstone around them. It was supposed to be something about old world stone against her delicate designs.

Lingerie designs.

Jon didn’t do lingerie shoots. He didn’t shoot people as a rule, because they were complicated and annoying. He preferred animals because even though they didn’t listen to you when you tried to take their photos, they were better behaved in general. He was an artist. He preferred to mess around with his film, lighting, and programs, creating award-winning displays and shows. He had done a stint as a photojournalist in his early days and now he could set his time and his projects as he saw fit.

But Margaery was his family now that she’d married his sort-of-brother Robb and she was a famous fashion designer, moving into the new realm-- for her-- of ladie’s luxury lingerie. This was why, she insisted, she needed his artist’s eye for the photoshoot of her first collection, which would publish in Ziry, the famous Essosi fashion magazine.

“Please Jon, please,” she’d all but begged him the previous week. “I hate all the other photographers out there and my friend Daenerys is going to be modeling for it, and it’s a really big thing, please!”

After saying no a million times, Robb came to him and all but sobbed. “She’s kicking me out of the bed, please, for the love of my sex life and your future nieces and nephews, just do this Jon!”

Not he could care about his brother’s sex life, but he relented, because Margaery said it would just be the two of them and it would be super fast. He didn’t know why that appealed to him, maybe because he didn’t have to look like an idiot while he was photographing a person for the first time in forever, but it worked for him. He agreed and here he was, standing with the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on, wondering how he was going to be able to keep his composure while photographing her half-naked and rolling around on a bed.

What did I get myself into? he wondered, swallowing another lump in his throat. He coughed awkwardly. “Do you have anyone else coming with you?”

“Just me, Margaery said she wanted this to be very natural, so I declined the entire makeup and hairstylist crew.” She patted one of the bags on her shoulder. “Got it all in here. Just point me where you need me.”

“Alright, well...just let me finish getting set up here.”

“Sure thing, I’ll go change.” She was relaxed, while he tensed, and she chuckled, walking by him, her voice husky. “Relax, I don’t bite Jon.”

He closed his eyes, trying hard not to imagine the sight of her perfect pink lips pulled over her white even teeth, snapping down on...well...any part of him. He tilted his head back and muttered to himself, his blood rushing through him, and doing all he could to keep it from rushing to the one part of his body that most wanted to respond to the sight of her and the image of her in Marg’s silky creations. “Get a grip, be a professional.”

“Did you say something?” she called, from behind a large screen that served as a changing area.

“Nothing!”