#this is short and sweet for ya

[syluses]

BREADWINNER┃sylus

cw. smut, boxer! sylus, literally purely nsfw, sylus is down bad but just a teensy bit mean here, below 1k words, fem reader, 18+ characters

this isn’t the best idea, he knows.

fucking you, he means. it’s not wise, it’s certainly not conducive to his upcoming match’s success (set to commence in the next half hour)— hell, it’s not even sanitary, not really. there’s something distinctly filthy about this all when sylus crams you against the shower wall, the rather grimy one his dressing room has to offer, and hoists you up to rut into you deeper as you cry.

you don’t want anyone to hear. his team, or more notably his coach- waiting outside the door and pacing as he readies his number one fighter’s gloves and gear.

sylus does.

there’s a whole stadium full of people waiting with barely-contained excitement just down the hall where the back area opens up to the seemingly boundless ring. he knows it’s all for naught but fuck he hopes they hear as he pounds into your poor cunt senselessly and makes a vow in your ear, saying, i’ll win it for you.

you’d admire his dedication if you were a little more lucid, but right now, the better part of your rationale has faded.

he feels good. so good. you can’t even be mad at him for going against his coach’s advice, being warned off intimacy before a match because it’ll sap him of his strength- his physical vigor- completely. there’s no room for frustration when you’re damn near certain his cockhead is rearranging your guts as you hold onto him for dear life, when he bites into your neck- not to a painful degree, but just to leave a pretty mark, proof you’re his- and moans.

he tuts when you whimper. bastard. but to his credit, and sometimes to your displeasure, his cocksure attitude is grounded: he wins all his battles. he has every right to brag, but that doesn’t mean that sometimes you won’t get fed up with his bravado and try to knock him down a peg… you think it’s good for him; you’re like his tether to planet earth as he makes a small empire off the boxing industry.

(albeit, he seems less interested in that and more so in impressing you with its wages.)

“nawh. what’s wrong, sweetie?” he asks, honey-sweet, tone deceptively cloying for the wicked, self-satisfied glint in his eye. and you make a silent swear right then and there that you’ll get him back for this later. (but not now. he feels delicious inside you and you can hardly swat his hands away as they grasp your hips to anchor you as he bullies his way in.)

“if i’m not mistaken, you were telling me just moments ago how we shouldn’t do this, how bad of an idea it is that i… touch you.” he breathes, playful.

maybe he’s being a little meaner now, okay, he’ll grant that much, but he hopes you know that adrenaline’s already coursing through him, that he can’t help the testosterone that spikes in his veins preceding a fight. it’s hard to not act on it. coach’s words be damned- sylus feels more hyped up, thrilled, than anything when he’s fucking you within an inch of your life in his temporary room’s bathroom. certainly not tired, or drained, or any other thing he sagely warned him about, painting sex before a match like it was anathema in itself, a ticket to a sure loss.

oh, okay, that’s great and all, but sylus doesn’t lose.

you manage a pout between gasping, delighted breaths. “you-! i- i hope you lose!”

pearly teeth flash at you, spotting your lie easily. his broad, muscled chest rumbles with a deep chuckle, the bass of it making your legs all the more weak where they wrap around his hips. “ouch, kitten, you’re hurting my feelings now. if i don’t have your support during the match,… then what’s the point in it?” he quips back, lighthearted, though you can tell he means what he’s saying.

that bold grin of his falters when he hits particularly deep and you clench around him, nails digging into his traps. he slants into you more, if that’s possible, bowing his head in the sweaty juncture of your neck and collar.

“y-you’re lucky i even go to your stupid matches,” you mewl back, brows furrowed with all the indignity you can possibly muster.

he gives a low hum, voice strained, words meaningful beneath all the layers of want and hunger. “i am lucky,” he pants. “and you’ll watch me again tonight, hm?” he plants a doting kiss to your clavicle, oddly tender for the moment, peering up at you with ruby eyes aflame.

“when i bring that belt home for you?”

[sodapopcurtis-dx-asks]

I love you

Soda scoffed, over the fact that this note was also one of the papers Steve picked out for Soda to read out on.

Yeah, yeah, yeah...

I love ya too.

But don't think that means nothin'! I say it to everybody, and you sure ain't special!

Well uh, unless yer tryna be. Then maybe. Haha!

[caregivingchrysalises]

are you tired angel, hmm? oh my little star you can let it all out lovebug. you had such a long day didn't you dove? yeah, but your heart doesn't want to go to bed, i know precious, papa knows falling asleep can be tricky hun, but we're in this together dewdrop, and papa promises the more rest we get tonight, the more adventures we can explore tomorrow, how does that sound my love? is there anything papa can do to help zer dove fall asleep? show/say it my little star and it’d be papa’s honor to make your wishes come true sweet thing. now then, let’s try to fly off to dreamland shall we? i know there’s lots of magical moments waiting for us in the morning,, i can’t wait to greet another day with you lovebug! rest well little one, you did so well today.

{masc terms for a genderfluid carer}

~my overly sweetened cup of peppermint tea and i wish you a good night, atala

[weezerlvr228]

rivers if he was absorbed by poisonous gas but didn’t care too much

[good-beanswrites]

I'm going to do a more serious/sweet one but while trying to write Es-Fuuta sibling dynamic this happened adsfdsf

Es squinted around the scene of the crime. Amane was sitting closest to ground zero: the plate that used to hold Es’ breakfast. Mikoto was at the stove cooking eggs. Fuuta was getting a drink over at the counter. Mahiru sat on the other side of Amane, enjoying some tea. She was the first to notice their expression.

“Is everything alright, Warden?” 

They drew themselves up, glad their uniform heels gave them a bit of extra height. “Do you know where my pastry went?” 

“Ah, I had one ready for everyone! I left one out for you near the toaster~”

“Yes, and I put it on the table. Now it’s gone.” They gestured to the empty plate. Mikoto glanced over. “I was looking forward to it.”

It was an understatement. Mahiru had baked them the night before, and Es had thought about the treat the entirety of the night, and all of the morning. Their stomach grumbled, as if agreeing.

Mahiru shook her head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see anyone move it,” she said.

“Neither have I,” Amane said.

“I don’t know where it went,” Mikoto said. 

Fuuta shrugged.

Es squinted at him. He still stood with his back turned, fumbling with his drink. “Fuuta?”

There was no ‘I didn’t take your fucking pastry!’, no ‘what the hell are you blaming me for?’, no ‘how dare you?’ He just shrugged again, more exaggerated. 

Es moved around the table.  “Fuuta…”

He hurried to turn his body away from them. In doing so, he revealed himself to the others. Mahiru gasped. 

“You ate it!”

Finally he spoke, his voice desperate through the mouthful of food. “I didn’t know!” 

But Es was ready to take down the criminal.

“You ate it??” They grabbed him from behind, preventing his escape. 

“Hey,” came Fuuta’s muddled words, “get off!”

They weren’t really sure what their next move was – it wasn’t like he could give the pasty back. Still, they clung tight. Fuuta tried to shrug them off, but Es would show him they weren't some weak kid he could mess with.

“You think you can just go around stealing my breakfast with no consequences?” They yanked him back, throwing him off balance.

He did his best to stand his ground “I told you –”  he swallowed, erasing all evidence of the awful deed, “– I didn’t even know it was yours!”

“Ha! A convenient excuse!”

The two struggled back and forth. The others looked on with a mix of unease and amusement. They decided not to intervene. Fuuta managed to gain a moment of freedom, only for Es to use the momentum to take them both to the ground. 

They lay sprawled, still arguing about the bygone breakfast, when Jackalope hopped into the kitchen. He stared the two right in the eye.

“A-ah. Jackalope.” Es scrambled to their feet. They coughed. “My apologies. I was simply… delivering some justice.”

Fuuta stood as well, brushing himself off. “Some justice! This was as shoddy as your usual warden duties…”

They glared at one another. 

The rabbit just stared. 

Es bowed their head, their expression calming down. “My apologies. I may have gotten a bit carried away.” Jackalope started hopping away. Es moved to follow him, muttering, “Fuuta was the one who started it, though.”

“Like hell I did!”

“The pastry didn’t eat itself, now did it?”

“I didn’t just fucking fall to the ground myself, did I?”

“I’ve seen you do it before…”

“I swear, I’m gonna…!”

[mistystarshine]

Going Nowhere Fast

Over the course of one hundred years, the residents of the Hazbin Hotel slowly make their way to heaven. Adam doesn't.

[shyfurby]

I miss my era of reading low commitment fantasy novels. I am unfortunately bad at keeping reading in my rotation of things but I think I'll make an effort again!

I was planning on going to the library tomorrow anyways.

So if anyone has any suggestions let me know! I haven't read all that many essentials either so really any recommendation is a good one.

[this-love-is-delicate]

DAWG IM DYSLEXIC AF IVE BEEN CALLING IT BAD CHEM ALL DAY I THOUGHT IT WAS CALLED BAD CHEM I HAVE LISTENED TO THIS SONG AND LOOKED AT IT MOST OF TODAY AND IT SAID BAD CHEM IVE SEEN THOSE MULTIPLE POSTS FROM OTHERS ALSO THINKING IT WAS CALLED BAD CHEM AND I WAS LIKE BRO IT IS CALLED BAD CHEM READ THE TITLE IT SAYS BAD CHEM I FEEL LIKE IM GOING CRAZY HELLO?????? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN ITS CALLED

BED Chem

[permafrown]

24 for kiss prompts. With the Scaring Crow🫵

24 • blowing a kiss

-> After ditching a charity party in favor of exploring the empty halls of Gotham University, Irene and Jonathan share a moment. (361 words)

"I think it would be in my best interest to kiss you right about now," Irene muses, eyes never straying from the large window before them, admiring the bustle and lights below.

They wait until they feel Jonathan's eyes on them, waiting for them to elaborate, before they turn to meet his gaze, a playful grin on their face.

"But, tempting as it is, I'd hate to send the esteemed Professor Jonathan Crane back out into the fray with tell-tale marks all over his face."

Jonathan's response is a slow, bemused exhale before he speaks.

"Surely," he starts, taking a step closer to Irene, taking both of their hands in his. "We both know that we're well-past the need to uphold reputation-" He goes to lean in, but he's halted by Irene putting their hand to his chest.

"Ah bub bub," they interject. "I insist," they say, pulling a hand away to put it over their chest in a show of heartfelt dramatics. "Really."

They're toying with him. In the midst of everything; emotions running high, that undeniable spark between them fresh and burning deliciously, and Irene Churchill is still toying with him.

Jonathan glances off to the side with a soft chuckle, before looking back at his mischievous plus one. "Well then," he tilts his head "perhaps you'd consider a compromise, Ms. Churchill?"

He pulls Irene closer to him, holding them close with his arms wrapped around their waist.

"Perhaps so." They hum. Lifting their hand they kiss their palm, blowing the man before them a kiss, before gently patting his cheek.

"Goodnight, Jonathan." They say softly, pulling away from his embrace as they begin to walk down the dim hallway, boots clicking with every step until Jonathan could hear them no more.

Once alone, Jonathan reached to his cheek to feel where they had left their indirect kiss. When he looked at his hand once, a grin found it's way onto his face as he noticed one thing in particular.

The tip of his fingers were stained red.

[mochalottie]

please stay down mon cher i don't want to fight anymore - whumptober 24

Day 4

Cloud’s headache spikes so badly his knees wobble. He grasps his hair desperately, as if that will calm it, his nails digging into his scalp so much it nearly bleeds.

Hallucinations | Hypnosis | Sensory deprivation | "You're still alive in my head"

[thateldribitch]

Hold My Heart in Your Palm

No warnings. Just Jade being super soft on a reader having a panic attack.

***

“Darling. I need you to breathe for me.” Yellow spirals consume Jade’s beautiful eyes. Soft pulses of light. Tender. Gentle. Warm olive and sunshine gold—a breath of fresh air fills your lungs like a summer breeze. One…. Two. “Good,” he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “Keep looking into my eyes, Darling. I’m going to make you feel better…. Trust me. Let go….”

It’s easy to surrender to Jade’s gentle voice. Trust makes you melt. And it’s not as if you’re unconscious, or even unaware. But more… sinking into your lover’s signature magic. Shock the Heart wraps around you like a cloud of comfort, fogging your senses and filling you with this serene calm. 

A velvet-clad thumb strokes over your cheek, as Jade leans closer. He tugs one glove off with his teeth, then the other. You gulp for breaths in the palm of his hand. And slowly…. Your dizziness fades…. 

“Good…. So good for me, my dear,” he sighs in relief. The praise lights like sparks in your gut. Butterflies flap drunkenly in your chest. A silly, tiny flush replaces that sickly panic-pale. His lips find your cheek, stamping softly beneath your eye. His tongue darts out, dabs a tear away. “...Answer me truthfully, my Love—”

“M… Mhm….” You nod, hazily. The sweet, if abrupt, confirmation makes Jade laugh a little. 

“...Will you be alright if I take you somewhere quieter to calm down?” 

“ ’s long as it’s with you….” Barely, you slur the words out. He lets out a pleased rumble as he steals a small, chaste kiss. 

“May I pick you up?”

“Mhmn….”

“Do you need to go to sleep, Dear?”

“Don’t wanna….”

“Alright.” Before you know it, you’re settled into his bed. The faint scent of earth perfumes from his terrariums. He nuzzles in with you, curls around you in such careful constriction. The spell drops. The room goes dark.

And even despite your ‘wants’, you soon start to snooze against Jade’s chest.

[cowbutchranch]

bro I will never forgive society for deciding that we can’t wear sweatpants to work

[roboraindrop]

Guys,,,,, I might have an f/o from a book series that I'm rereading with my husband,,,, He's so sweet and I mean,,, I'm just saying,,, what if a vampire prince who was more interested in brains than brawn and really wanted to prevent a war fell hopelessly in love w me--

[draslihanxfahri-bailey]

📜𝙰𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙵𝚊𝚑𝚛𝚒-𝙱𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 & 𝙿𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚋𝚎 𝚈𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜

Bringing the girls over to the market after the tree lighting only filled Asli with happiness. How she had Eli by her side while they watched the girls take everything in, Alex talking about all the yummy food she was excited to try whereas Rhia couldn't stop looking at everyone and everything, eyes completely wide at the new sight full of new people. There was so much laughter between the family, especially when Rhia would try to steal one of their food, that she was certain tonight was the perfect night. However, at some point during their international food quest, she received a text from Phoebe. Her brows furrowed in confusion and concern, mainly concern, once she saw the text messages. She was quick to reply back, giving her friend a pinpoint location to meet up with her, before looking back at her family. Letting them know that she needed to see Phoebe real quick and then she would be back. With Eli watching over the girls, she was quick to give them all kisses before heading off. Quickly trying to make her way to their rendezvous spot when she spotted the younger (yet slightly taller) brunette. "Hey!" she said, quickly hugging her before pulling back slightly to look up at her. Her brows pulled in confusion. "Everything okay? What's wrong?"

𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛: 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚝, 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 ; 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟽𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 || @phoebeyates

[luriddaze]

CLOSED for @bittcrsuite // bowie adams. based on THIS.

"so, i come back and you seem to be doing well... so glad to see it." the sarcasm in bowie's voice was thick, but was masking the hurt that he saw seeing them with someone else. "so, i'm guessing that pretty boy is your boyfriend now?"

[ifyourereadingthisblinktwice]

i need to stop forgetting things exist the fucking second they leave my field of vision. why is is impossible for two things to occupy my mind at once especially when im tired. like. i feel like a sim. i feel like actions are being canceled and i just. move on. and completely forget what i was doing moments before. i fucking hate it