#bring it back closer to the original coloring

[secondbeatsongs]

as a bi person, the bisexual flag brings me infinite joy and always puts a smile on my face, however as a person who has a Passion for Graphic Design, that undersaturated shade of purple infuriates me when it's used digitally

like, on an actual flag - which was its original purpose - it looks great!

those look fine! lovely, even! with the semi-transparent fabric, the way it catches the sunlight, it looks beautiful!

but now look at how it looks digitally

the pink and blue are so vibrant compared to the sad, lonely lavender!

and let's look at this statement from Michael Page, the creator of the bi flag:

(sidenote: he created this flag in 1998, so if his takes on bisexuality is different from yours, it's okay to notice that! a lot has changed since the 90s when it comes to lived experiences and the way we describe them. but, it's also important to respect his thoughts about this and the way he presented them, even if today, we'd probably not say that bi people "blend unnoticeably into both the gay/lesbian and straight communities.")

so in pantone colors, the pink is 226 C, the blue is 286 C, and the purple of the flag is 258 C.

but...here's the deal

Michael talks here about how the key to understanding the symbolism is to know that the purple blends into both the pink and blue. and on a physical flag, I think you can see that!

but digitally, it absolutely does not blend. it clashes badly, and looks oddly separate from the other two colors.

which got me wondering...what purple do you get if you actually blend 226 C and 286 C?

oh! oh, my god.

look at that! look at how nicely it fits between those colors!

look at it next to the original color scheme! look at how much more vibrant the purple is!

and friends. this is just blending through rgb! you get even more purple variations when you use other color spaces!

let's compare all of them:

(top: original, lab. middle: lrgb, lch. bottom: rgb, hsl)

look at all of the different purple options you can get just by combining these two colors!

if you want almost too-vibrant saturation, you can go hsl, if you want something more relaxed that's closer to the original, you can go lab or lrgb. and if you want to split the difference, lch is bright and violet, while rgb is there with its saturated but darker purple.

anyway, I guess I don't really have a point here? this isn't so much an informational post as it is Me Getting Weird About Colors, but I think it is a useful lesson about how colors look very different on screens compared to how they look on objects in real life.

and sometimes, I think it's okay to compensate for that.

out of all of these, this is my favorite bi flag:

it's the one where the colors were blended in lab color space. for me, the lighter, softer purple is close enough to the original bi flag purple, while also feeling like a smoother blend of the blue and pink

but that's just me! and it might not even look the same to you, since every screen is different, because technology is a nightmare!

anyway, thank you for coming with me on this colorful journey! I will now retreat back to inkscape and make pained sounds about inkstitch gradients until something tangible pulls me back into reality

#bi #bisexual #bisexuality #bi flag #bisexual flag #sbs rambles #graphic design is my passion #id in alt text #but #the ids are probably deeply unhelpful for the different variations of flags #in the alt text of the six flags all grouped together #I just put what method the purples were blended with #and then tried to describe them more in the paragraph below #but this is an inherently visual post #so if you're reading it with a screen reader I am sorry :(

[sixteenseveredhands]

Emerald Spectacles from India, c. 1620-1660 CE: the lenses of these spectacles were cut from a single 300-carat emerald, and it was believed that they possessed mystical properties

These eyeglasses are also known by the name "Astaneh-e ferdaws," meaning "Gate of Paradise," based on the perception of the color green as a symbol for spiritual salvation/Paradise. This was a common belief in Mughal-era India, where the spectacles were made.

The lenses were crafted from two thin slices of the same emerald. Together, the lenses have a combined weight of about 27 carats, but given the precision, size, and shape of each lens, experts believe that the original emerald likely weighed in excess of 300 carats (more than sixty grams) before it was cleaved down in order to produce the lenses. The emerald was sourced from a mine in Muzo, Colombia, and it was then transported across the Atlantic by Spanish or Portuguese merchants.

Each lens is encircled by a series of rose-cut diamonds, which run along an ornate frame made of gold and silver. The diamond-studded frame was added in the 1890s, when the original prince-nez design was fitted with more modern frames.

The emerald eyeglasses have long been paired with a second set of spectacles, and they were almost certainly commissioned by the same patron. This second pair is known as Halqeh-e nur, or the "Halo of Light."

The Halo of Light features lenses that were made from slices of diamond. The diamond lenses were cleaved from a single stone, just like the emerald lenses, with the diamond itself being sourced from a mine in Southern India. It's estimated that the original, uncut diamond would have weighed about 200-300 carats, which would make it one of the largest uncut diamonds ever found.

These lenses are so clear and so smoothly cut that it sometimes looks like they're not even there

Both sets of spectacles date back to the mid-1600s, and it's generally believed that they were commissioned by a Mughal emperor or prince. The identity of that person is still a bit of a mystery, but it has been widely speculated that the patron was Shah Jahan -- the Mughal ruler who famously commissioned the Taj Mahal after the death of his wife, Mumtaz Mahal. Shah Jahan did rule as the Mughal emperor from about 1628 to 1658.

The emerald and diamond lenses may have been chosen for symbolic/cultural reasons, or they may have been chosen simply because they're pretty and extravagant; their meaning/purpose is unclear. Experts do believe that the eyeglasses were designed to be worn by someone, though.

It was believed that the spectacles had spiritual properties, like the ability to promote healing, ward off evil, impart wisdom, and bring the wearer closer to enlightenment. Those beliefs are often related to Indic and Islamic traditions, some of which ascribe spiritual and/or symbolic traits to emeralds and diamonds. Emeralds can be viewed as an emblem of Paradise, divine salvation, healing, cleansing, and eternal life; diamonds are similarly associated with enlightenment, wisdom, celestial light, and mysticism.

The Gate of Paradise and the Halo of Light were both kept in the collections of a wealthy Indian family until 1980, when they were sold to private collectors, before going on auction once again back in 2021. They were valued at about $2 million to $3.4 million per pair.

Sources & More Info:

Sotheby's: Mughal Spectacles

Architectural Digest of India: At Sotheby's auction, Mughal-era eyeglasses made of diamond and emerald create a stir

Only Natural Diamonds: Auspicious Sight & the Halqeh-e Nur Spectacles

The Royal Society Publishing: Cleaving the Halqeh-Ye Nur Diamonds

Gemological Institution of America: Two Antique Mughal Spectacles with Gemstone Lenses

Manuscript: From Satan's Crown to the Holy Grail: emeralds in myth, magic, and history

CNN: The $3.5 million Spectacles Said to Ward off Evil

BBC: Rare Mughal Era Spectacles to be Auctioned by Sotheby's

#history #archaeology #artifact #mughal #india #17th century #art #emerald #diamond #glasses #indian lore #islam #religion #mysticism #indian history #anthropology #spirituality #fashion

[sagesskies]

been reading a lot of qt bl recently, and this idea struck me:

imagine you've just transmigrated into a world where you're the second male lead's best friend, when him and the fl enter a rough patch in their relationship because seriously, that guy flirts with way too many girls despite being in a committed relationship, and this time the fl has had enough and breaks up with him.

the 2nd male lead just has a downward spiral, because he was super dependent on the fl, and you, doing your job as his best friend, give him words of encouragement, as you were instructed by the system. but when he, unexpectedly, asks you to do more than give him advice, and instead help him in the direct process of fixing their relationship, you can't exactly say no when he's asking you so pitifully with tears in his eyes.

so, you help him, concocting schemes to win the fl over, sabotage the 1st male lead, and the like. this is way more than the original best friend did, where he just said some encouraging words and then proceeded to dip out of the plot till the emotional climax where he gets hit by a car and the female lead and 2nd male lead supposedly "make up" and "date again" at least, till the 1st male lead wins her back over.

you're able to actually get closer to him as well, past the shallow mask that all humans don, and get to know him as more than just 'a playboy with unhealthy attachment issues'

you learn that he likes to play the guitar and sing, that he cries when watching romance movies, that his favorite color is purple, that he dreams of making a career out of his music, and that nobody ever believes he can.

but when you place your arm around his shoulder, and look deep into eyes and tell him that you do, you believe in him, you see the way that his eyes widen in surprise, and how tears start to well up in his eyes, but completely miss the way his cheeks start to redden.

you actually miss a lot of things. how he always remembers your coffee order, how he knows the way you like your eggs made, how he remembers your favorite show and movie, and knows your handwriting by how you write your m's.

you also miss how he wraps his arm around your waist, drapes his jacket over you when you get cold, and likes to loop his arms around your shoulders and cling to you like a koala does to a tree.

what you do notice is how he's stopped talking about the female lead as much, how he only asks you how you're doing, invites you out not to plan something but to instead just hang like friends would, and when you bring up how the female lead has started dating the 1st ml he just blinks, and then says "Okay, good for them," like he wasn't bemoaning how close they were only three months ago.

and what you are forced to see is that the only person he's feeling possessive over is you. he's always texting you, asking where you are, who you're with, and what you're doing. he's glaring at anybody who even breathes in your direction, and one time your friends told you he threatened them to leave you alone.

slowly, you start to distance yourself from him. you decline his offers to hang out, you avoid him on campus, and have even gone so far as to mute his notifications because he's been sending you so many messages.

the system is alerting you of his unnatural behavior, and you tell it that you're very aware, and trying your best to get the story back on track. but by god, is he making this so hard.

it all comes to a head when you hear pounding at your front door, the sound muffled by the heavy downpour of rain, and when you open it you're, sadly, not surprised to see that it's the 2nd male lead, clothes soaked and sobbing, he's telling you he misses you. that he doesn't know why you're avoiding him, but whatever he did he's sorry for it.

"Just don't ignore me, please [Name]," he whines, "If you do, I might die!"

how will you get yourself out of this mess now?

#tell me if you guys want me to do more of this pathetic little man #yandere male x reader #yandere x reader #male reader #x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere male x male reader #yandere male #yandere oc

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Baby number two’s gender reveal (Baby Daddy Au: Husband Miguel sequels)

Baby daddy Masterlist

Little fyi, this is a time jump till after they got back together. Also it’s implied that reader is of Latino origin but it doesn’t outright say it so take that as you will. I’m being VERY self-indulgent with this one lol.

Not proofread.

Word count: 700

TAGLIST IS CLOSED!!

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“Wow, Gabriel really went all out…” You mumbled to your husband as you finally found your way back to him after greeting some more family from your side, your hand subconsciously going to rest on the now noticeable baby bump that was sticking out from your dress.

Almost all of both yours and Miguel’s family crammed into his younger brother’s backyard. Children running around, tios drinking, tias gossiping, banda playing while your mother helped Conchata serve the food, and both your siblings running around trying to keep everything running. (Uncles, aunts)

“You know how my brother is. He’s just excited to have another nephew or niece running around when he visits.” Miguel joked, handing you a cup of agua Fresca, pineapple to be more specifical, his arm going around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Have you seen Gabriella?” You asked as you waved over to your sister, watching as she and her brother in law went up to the banda they hired for the party.

“She’s with Peter and Mj, she wanted to play with Mayday.” He replied, to which you only let out a hum and a nod, feeling your nerves start to bubble as you saw Gabriel motion to your sister, who had a white bag in her hand. Miguel must have noticed the way you tensed up a bit, because he turned you to face him instead. “What do you think it to be, amor?” (Love)

“I’m okay with whatever. You?” You raise a brow up to your husband, bring your cup up to finish your drink before pressing your lips together in a thin line in a half-ass attempt to fix your lipgloss.

“Same here, although I wouldn’t be upset to see another little girl as beautiful as her mother.” Voice dropping as his tone shifts to a bit of a mix with a tease and a flirt, making your cheeks flesh as you lightly hit his chest.

“Stop it, we’re in front of family.” You faux annoyance and he pulled you closer, knowing you were enjoying the teasing as much as he was. He knew too, by the way your hands went to hug his waist. The way his lips came up in a smirk before he placed gentle kisses on your cheek made your heart flutter.

“Con permiso, con permiso.” The air that was once filled with music was now taken over with Gabriel’s voice as he held one of the microphones in his hands. Everyone’s chattering quickly died down as they turned towards the younger O’Hara brother, excitement oozing from all the guests as he cleared his throat before continuing. “It's almost the time we’re all here for, my dear brother and sister-in-law, finally welcoming a new O’Hara in the world after twelve long years.” Some laughs and some whistles blew out as Gabriel motioned for you both and your daughter to go join him up in front next to the band. Your cheeks started to hurt from smiling so much, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. (Excuse me everyone/attention please)

“Are you excited to find out what your little sibling is gonna be?” Gabriel asked his niece as he put the microphone back on its stand, trying to help distract the buzzing preteen as she tried to peek around her uncle to see if she could get a peak under the drummer cymbal’s to see if she could see the color of the powder underneath it.

“Mhm! I can’t wait!”

It’s as if with perfect timing to her words, the Banda starts to play. Your hand grips Miguel’s tightly in anticipation, he gives you a reassuring squeeze of the hand and a quick forehand kiss before pulling Gabriella closer to him. The three of you silently wait for the cymbals to raise and crash together.

After a few more seconds, you finally see the drummer's arm raise up, and with a dramatic crash, pink dust begins to fill the air. Yells of excitement over took the music as the band kept playing, Miguel taking you and Gabriella in his arms as you felt tears begin to form.

“I’m gonna have a baby sister!”

“It’s a girl! Mig, It’s a girl!”

“Thank you so much baby, I’m gonna have another angel thanks to you.”

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TAGLIST IS CLOSED!!

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#miguel o hara fanfic #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara au #spiderman 2099 x reader #astv spiderman 2099 #astv miguel #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 fanfic #bd!miguel #baby daddy!miguel #husband Miguel sequels #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara fanfic #miguel ohara drabble

[teddybeartoji]

office au! with coworker!gojo

he's the type to always be a little late. by a little, i of course mean a lot. he always bursts in the door with the biggest smile on his lips and four coffees in his hand. he winks at his coworkers, who then always blush and giggle out a hi, satoru! and you always roll your eyes at that. satoru nods his male coworkers, who always try to dap him up and start a conversation but he doesn't have time for that. he has things to do. (as if he isn't literally Late smh)

he answers the guys' question while he's walking – his eyes set on his favourite coworker. you. sitting in your cubicle, you're trying to ignore him and his dramatic enterance. that he does every single day. how annoying can he be? before you can roll your eyes again, a cup of coffee has landed on your table, making you glance over your shoulder.

he's blinding you, his grin is stretched so wide it's almost a bit creepy. he's standing right behind you, leaning his hand on your table right next to where he just placed the coffee. he's way too close for a co-worker and you gulp.

ugh.

"aren't you gonna thank your favourite coworker for bringing you coffee? whew, tough crowd, huh." his smile doesn't falter and he just leans in closer, his cologne clouding your senses.

UGH.

and he really does do it every single fucking day. he brings you coffee and he annoys you and he makes your eyes roll so hard you almost go blind and you hate to admit that he's kinda cute... it's whatever.

back to the coffees. so one of them is for you – he knows your order because he dug out the receipt from your bag when you weren't looking on his second day there. he almost got caught, too. but he only did that because you didn't wanna tell him your order!! and he was so insistent on bringing you coffee that he just had to find another way. he loved the way your eyes widened and how you tried to mask your surprised expression but nothing gets past his keen eyes. when you asked how he did it, he just told you that he guessed it. yeah, right....

the second coffee is for him. it's an insanely sweet latte. how do you know? he made you try it. more liked begged for you to try it. you also hate to admit that his puppy-dog eyes worked on you... he only drinks the special latte from the corner coffee shop and he refuses to drink the office "coffee". he's fancy like that.

the third coffee is for his second favourite coworker – kento nanami! they sure make an interesting pair. kento is the main reason why satoru even got the job. the latter begged him to pitch for him to the boss; he was so excited by the concept of Office Work and just had to try it out. he, of course, passed the interview with flying colors and kento regrets his decision to "help" him out in the first place. satoru yaps his ears off whenever he isn't doing the same to you and he's constantly leaving little notes for the man. you once saw one and it just had a miniature penis drawn on it. very mature.

and the fourth coffee is for your boss. satoru isn't sucking up like you originally thought he was. you think he just wants to bring her coffee? your boss is cool – she's in her forties and she has a strong voice, everybody always listens to her and she really does make for a very good boss. your guess is that satoru has a crush on her. (you're wrong. he also just thinks she's super fucking cool. literally nothing else to it.)

he's always wearing a fancy white button-up with a black tie loosely hanging around his neck and a pair of matching black slacks that hug his thighs so nicely that the women and the men of the office are always finding it hard to not stare at them. he gets an obnoxious ego boost from this.

he's constantly leaning on other people's desks, pushing his hips out and it really is hard to concentrate whenever he does it. the pose and the smug smirk he sends you when he catches you looking is making you feel hot. he always catches you too, it's so annoying. why can't he just continue doing whatever he's doing so you can admire him in peace?

he's loud, he's annoying and he's so fucking good at his job that firing him couldn't even be a passing thought. he actually does his paperwork rather fast; often finishing before you and that gives him the time to tease you for being slow. he does that way less than you expected though. only a few times in a day – enough to annoy you but never enough to actually make you upset or angry. he actually helps you sometimes. he can tell you don't wanna ask and he doesn't wanna make you feel bad - he'd rather watch you roll your pretty eyes at his stupid jokes with a small hidden smile than roll them with a deep frustrated sigh. he learned that the hard way.

he loves your smile. more often than not you can't keep the straight face you try to put up with him, making your loud laughter resonate throughout the whole office. oh, how his eyes shine at that.

long story short. he's infuriating. he's funny. he's way too good at his job. he's way too handsome. you loathe working with him and yet, you can't stop smothering him in kisses whenever you two "happen" to meet in the printer room.

#coworker!gojo my favourite silly guy #LIKE HE'S WAYYY TOO GOOD-LOOKING #ILLEGAL #IT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL #HOW IS ANYBODY SUPPOSED TO WORK IN THESE CONDITIONS SMH #sighhhh #i have more for him #bc this au has been living in my head for some time now #he's actually a sweetheart and he just wants to make u smile #what's new #it's not like i write about anything other than THAT #oops? #mickey is daydreaming #angel boy #gojo satoru #gojo satoru drabble #gojo satoru au #gojo satoru blurb #jjk #jjk au #jjk drabble #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen drabble #jujutsu kaisen au #satoru gojo #satoru gojo drabble #satoru gojo blurb #satoru gojo au

[messessentialist]

JANUARY MICROFIC - Fixation

@steddiemicrofic | PROMPT: hole | WORD COUNT: 404 | RATED: T | CW: none

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They're hiding from the heat in Eddie's bedroom when it happens.

Eddie is draped across the bed, t-shirt rucked up under his armpits to let the window unit cool his tacky skin. Steve, in turn, is sprawled in the rickety chair, making slow work of shuffling through the contents of Eddie's desk drawers.

"Has anyone ever told you you're kind of a hoarder?" He asks, casual, and rattles an Altoids tin full of loose screws and washers in Eddie's direction. It's one of three such tins he's discovered so far.

"S'been said, yeah," Eddie sighs. "Mostly by people invading my privacy and smoking my weed."

"Shut up."

Eddie snaps off a lazy salute, but makes no further reply.

Steve is searching the back of the bottom drawer for further Sin Tins when his eye catches on something red. It's the curled edge of a notebook, crushed into the corner and forgotten. He tugs it loose, bending it back into shape before flipping it open.

"Oh, holy shit."

Eddie cracks one eye open, and then sits bolt upright on the bed.

"Steve, give me that. Right now."

Steve does not respond. He continues paging through the notebook, eyes impossibly wide.

It's…dicks. Every square inch of space on every page is covered in drawings of dicks. And not the lazy teenage graffiti type of dicks, either. There's an enormous variety of styles, from cartoonish doodles to hyper-realistic portraits, complete with intricately-scrolled frames. They're mostly in ballpoint blue or sketchy graphite gray, though some look like there might have been colored pencils or even markers involved.

"Dude," Steve breathes, holding the book out in front of himself and rotating it for a better angle on something, "some of these are…really good."

Eddie lunges for the book, but Steve easily snaps it out of his reach. He flops back onto the bed, heaving a defeated sigh.

"I'll have to kill you now."

Steve ignores him, flipping to another page and continuing his perusal.

"I mean, this one is crazy detailed. Did this dude, like…model for you, or something?" He brings it closer to his face, brows scrunching. "Is that…a piercing?"

"Prince Albert," Eddie groans from the bed. "If it's the one I think."

Steve's face has gone scarlet, voice weak. "People do that? Put a hole in their dick?"

And suddenly, Eddie has the upper hand again.

"They sure do, Harrington," he coos, saccharine. "Wanna see the original?"

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #steddie microfic #steddic ficlet #my fic

[koala711]

Basking In You

|Scenarios|

Synopsis: It’s been a long time since you’ve woken up in each other’s arms. 

CW’s: Fluff- like fluff fluff, sweet sickly fluff I hope for you and nicknames love and beloved

Characters in order:

Diluc, Kaeya, Ayato, Alhaitham, Tighnari

(A/N) I was gonna add Kazuha, but it turned into more angst than fluff so Imma do a separate post for that some day in more detail.

Diluc Ragnvindr

Even if he had awoken, Diluc didn’t bother to open his eyes as he breathed in the familiar scent of valberries. He slightly tightened his grip around you with a small, almost invisible smile appearing on his lips.

Archons... He’s missed this.

“Morning, handsome,” you whispered, bringing your hand up to push away the fiery red strands from his face.

He squeezed his eyes for a moment before letting them flutter open to see you staring back at him. The way you looked at him and the way the sun kissed your skin made his heart flutter a little.

“Hello, love.” 

He leaned up to press a soft kiss against your forehead before he returned to his original position, staring into your (eye color) eyes with as much love and happiness he felt.

“I’ve missed this,” you sighed, leaning deeper into the pillow.

The two of you never broke eye contact, trying to take in as much as you could of this moment. Blush dusted his cheeks as the moment prolonged. 

It’s been so long since he’s woken up with you in his arms. All he’s been waking up to in the past three weeks is an empty and cold bed as you ventured Sumeru for a side project you’ve always wanted to begin. If it meant you were happy, it was always okay with him, because in the end he knows you’ll be back in his arms just like this morning.

Diluc pulled the covers over your shoulder and snaked his hand back to your back, and you let out a sleepy chuckle as you snuggled into his chest.

“Me too.”

Kaeya Alberich

A soft kiss on your cheek greeted you as you woke from your slumber, but you could not turn to return any gesture as Kaeya’s arms kept you facing the other way.

You laughed as another kiss makes its way to the nape of your neck.

“Someone’s quite affectionate this morning,” you teased, feeling his arms around you loosen and turned to face him.

He was smiling brightly. He was never this happy in the morning, but knowing he was able to stay with you like this for longer made his heart race. 

“Should I not? It’s been a long time since you’ve woken up alongside me.”

You rolled your eyes and brought your hand up to push away the stray strand of hair. You placed your hand on his cheek, softly stroking it as the two of you stared into each other’s eyes. His cocky smile melted into a soft smile as he leaned into your touch.

“You got the day off?” You asked in a hushed voice, almost afraid that anything more would pierce this warm atmosphere. 

“Mm.”

You giggled at his hum as his eyes began to flutter. The soft strokes you gave to his cheek and simple comfort you gave him made Kaeya struggle to stay awake. 

The two of you stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before Kaeya pulled you closer and stuffed his head into the crook of your neck. You could feel one of his hands play with the tips of your hair while the other pressed against the small of your back, keeping you close.

“Gotta say,” you muttered, shaking your head with a soft smile. “I missed your morning neediness.”

“Neediness?” You could feel him smile against your neck. “If anything, I’m just showing you as much love as I can first thing in the morning. Is there anything wrong with that?”

“No," you laughed into his skin. "No there isn’t.”

Kamisato Ayato

Ayato held your close in his arms, breathing in your scent with his nose stuffed into your hair. His eyes may be closed, but he is very awake.

When he hopped into bed last night after returning from what seemed like the longest business trip ever, it didn’t take long until he fell asleep. Therefore, he didn’t get to indulge in you as much as he’d wished.

“Good morning, my beloved,” Ayato whispered, feeling your stir and squirm in his grasp.

“Morning...” You let out a small groan as a beam of sunlight blinded you. 

You were never much of a morning person. Something about it was so tiring, but perhaps being coddled like this would make up for it from time to time. 

“How’d your trip go?” 

“Tiresome.” Ayato pulled away from you, trailing a hand down your forearm and brought your hand up to his face. “Without you by my side, I don’t think I’d have lasted another day of squabbles.”

His lips pressed against your knuckle for a couple of quiet seconds as a blush made its way up to your cheeks. At this rate, Ayato was going to give you a heart attack with how affectionate he’s being first thing in the morning.

The commissioner smiled against your skin as he looked into your eyes. 

Such a mischievous fellow, but that was the man you fell in love with. You hated and loved him for the things he did to you and your heart.

Alhaitham

Waking up next to your lover was the best gift you could have. Seeing him sleeping like this was a different sight, one you weren’t very familiar with but one you would stare at until you could remember every single detail. You’d stare when he was awake, but it was embarrassing to always be caught.

Usually Alhaitham would get up before you and head to the Akademia for work, but the weekend was when you were always able to indulge in this simple pleasure. Besides, you’ve been gone for awhile, you deserved this.

After a while of basking in this scene, your brain slowly began to process everything that has happened in this supposed very short week. That is, that you came home on a Wednesday...

So it was Thursday...

And Al Haitham was here.

"Haitham...?" You sleepily whispered, noticing the gray-haired man still sleeping next to you. "Love, wake up!"

"I'm awake."

Alhaitham pulled you closer to him, not bothering to open his eyes.

"You're supposed to be at work," you scolded. “Get up!”

The scribe only ignored you and your efforts in prying his arms off of you. All he really wanted right now was to stay with you like this for just a little longer. 

You’ve been away in Liyue to do some special research on their Violet Grass all of last week, and once you came back home yesterday, he couldn’t come home until very late because of an emergency meeting and work.

Even if he wasn’t much of an emotional person, he had to admit(to himself) he missed holding you like this and hearing your hoarse morning voice.

"I'm not really needed for their plans today. My tardiness wouldn't hinder their progress."

"You’re the Acting Grand Sage though!?”

Even with that point, you didn’t win.

Tighnari

“Master Tighnari?”

You softly groaned as you turned over in your lover’s arms. 

You had no idea how many times the forest ranger has been calling your lover’s name from beyond the leaf wall, but you were sure it’s happened more than once for it to actually wake you up.

At first, you thought Tighnari was still asleep if they had to call them, but considering his ears, he probably wasn't.

“Tigh,” you whispered, peeking out to him. His eyes immediately opened to your call. “A ranger needs you.”

“Did he leave already? Didn't he just come back?” You heard the ranger muttering. 

Tighnari shook his head and sighed at the forest ranger’s attempts. From the first attempt to the last, he heard it all, along with the explanation of why they were there.

“They just need a small item they requested I fetch for them in Sumeru City. It’s something needed for a later date, so they can wait.”

He doesn’t usually ignore a forest ranger’s calls, but with their reasoning, Tighnari deemed it not as important as staying by your side. Your warmth was addicting, one he’d missed for the past two weeks while he was in the city.

It didn’t take long for him to miss you. The only thing he had to contact you were letters, but it didn’t feel enough to fulfill the hole in your place. 

He really didn’t plan to do that, but the Akedemiya requested a new lab for him to do with his students this year. It was a study that required daily notetaking and care, one in which he had to teach, monitor, and help with almost constantly.

“Why not give it to them now?”

“Because,” he huffed, bringing his tail closer to your entangled legs. “I’ve been away for too long and now I’m with you, or do you want me to leave you alone in bed?”

You laughed in a hushed manner and softly flicked his forehead. 

He looked cute with his eyebrows furrowed above his multi-colored eyes, along with the barely visible pout on his lips. How could you resist that? Besides, he wasn’t the only one missing their other half.

“No, no. It’s alright. Just stay here forever, I suppose.”

"It's what I plan."

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[murdrdocs]

hazel and her gf making a movieee(if yk what i meannn) with a mommy kink 😮‍💨

smut 17+

there’s an old camera in her hands. almost ancient in both of your opinions, one of the ones with a strap on one side and a viewfinder on the other. the rectangle is flipped out, and hazel turns it around so you can see yourself in it. 

sat on the bed, legs spread as your hand rests between your pillowy thighs. your fingers move languidly, stroking your clit as you watch hazel. her free hand is wrapped around her strap on, a newer  one, a little girthier and a pretty lilac color instead of the usual hot pink. 

“you see how pretty you look?” she asks you, taking a step closer and allowing you to really look at yourself. 

you nod, entirely too focused on how close she is to you now. her dick isn’t far from your cunt at this point, and you can’t help but shake your hips, nonverbally begging for her attention. 

hazel coos, the sound starting to sound more natural and normal from her lips with practice. she’d gotten insanely comfortable with you within the past few weeks, to the point where it was easy for her to push you into submission, dominating you in a way you’d never been able to predict. 

“are you getting desperate for mommy? hm? you want mommy’s cock?” 

her words alone are enough to have you losing it a little. but when she takes a half step forward, and slaps your pussy with the silicon head of her cock? you unabashedly moan, the sound breaking off at the end to make you feel even more pathetic.

hazel snickers, starting to run the cock along your cunt, your lips sandwiching the lubed up silicon. each time, the head catches your clit, and your bite onto your bottom lips gets stronger and stronger until you're sure you're drawing blood.

"hazel, please, don't tease."

she leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead that's just barely captured on camera. then, she turns the viewfinder back to its original position, passes the camera to you, and grips your thighs.

she slides her cock in, the new appendage stretching you out more than you'd expected. your head starts to loll off to the side, the camera doing the same. hazel slaps your tummy with just enough force to bring you to attention. "make sure you record us, baby. need you to see how good i fuck you."

#short n sweet #bc i thought i already posted this ... #i didnt #hazelsworld! #celeste writes misc #hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan x you #hazel callahan smut #hazel callahan

[l1tw1ck]

FTM Akutagawa Ryunosuke with 8 and 9 maybe?

Curiosity

bottom!ftm akutagawa x top!masc reader

↳ [Event] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con Somnophilia, Stepcest, Oral Sex, Fingering, Riding, Squirting

Akutagawa came into your room for a purely innocent reason. He just wanted to borrow a colored pen. He assumed you’d be awake since it's the middle of the day but when he saw you asleep on your bed with a boner, the original plan was thrown out the window. He can't help himself but be curious, he’s always wanted to know what a dick looked like in real life. You probably won't even notice if he just takes a quick peak.

He pulls down your boxers and looks at your hard length in awe. He wants that inside him. He looks at you, who seems to be fast asleep, then back at your cock. He can't leave now, not when he's already seen how big you are. You would do a much better job than all his dildos. He gets onto the bed and slots himself in between your legs. He wraps his lips around your cock and starts to suck you off. He wants to know what cum tastes like. He takes off his shorts and underwear, freeing his wet cunt from the stuffiness of his clothing. He brings his hand over to his pussy and fingers himself as he gives you a blowjob. He bobs his head up and down, taking the low groans you’re making as evidence that he's doing well. His moans vibrate along your shaft as he speeds up his movements.

Akutagawa can feel your cock twitching in his mouth and he's pretty sure that's a good sign. He keeps going and moments later you're spilling your cum down his throat. He loves how you taste. He’s thankful that you haven't woken up, he hasn't gotten to the good part yet.

Akutagawa lines up his hole with your cock and sinks down onto it. He bites his lip and throws his head back. Just having you enter him is almost enough to make him come. He looks down and whines, blushing from the sight of you fully inside him. He wastes zero time and starts riding you. He doesn't even care that you might wake up from how fast he's moving, he doesn't have the self restraint to go slow. He moans shamelessly as he fucks himself on his step brother's cock, he knows this entire situation wrong but that only makes it better. He’s lucky the two of you are the only ones home. He bounces on your length like there's no tomorrow. He rubs his clit in circles as he moves, bringing himself closer and closer to his orgasm. “Ah-” He squirts and his eyes widen in surprise. He’s never done that before.

You start to wake up, shocked at the sight before you. “Akutagawa?”

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[skelebellie]

affections towards reader

nb!reader x meryl, vash, wolfwood, and knives

NSFW headcannons involved, minors do not interact.

(nsfw is in red, if you’d like to skip it)

this is my first time writing smut lol. if you’ve got any constructive criticism please let me know.

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meryl

meryl loves physical touch. she will constantly hold your hand in public, and if your not walking then she will sit close enough to have your legs touching. if your comfortable enough then she will make the excuse of “needing to save money” in order to share a bed with you. it intentions are never sexual, just in the loving nature that she feels most safe wrapped in your arms.

she loves to offer her thighs for those short naps. she knows she isn’t the most well endowed but you knock out moments within laying down.

meryl also likes to show her love though acts of service. she might take over some of your work to lessen the burden on you. maybe she might clean your clothes after a rough day through a sandstorm, making sure to part out all the sand prior.

she’s the opposite in bed. she’s an absolute pillow princess, her back arched as her thighs pressed against your head as you eat her out for hours. your just trying to show your appreciation for her, you know?

being in bed with her is something sacred to her. its a moment of absolute intimacy and she wants to spend every part of it clawing and grasping your body, each shock of pleasure causes her to pine at you. you never leave the bed without a scatter of marks and hickies.

vash

this man is the biggest trinket collector in the entire world, and you are not safe from him. if he sees something that reminds you of him, its his. you have an endless collection of keychains gathering on your bag. “but it was so cute!! just like you!!!” its so hard to resist when hes giving you puppy dog eyes.

if he notices a hole in your gear or clothes, you’ll come back from a day of odd jobs to find something new on your bed, neatly folded and a small note laid on top of it. “i saw you needed new gear. dont pay me back :) “. if its something you have an emotional attachment too, he will wait for the perfect moment to snatch it from you. you will receive it back with an added patch, the color being practically identical. even if it means late nights and expensive prices, he will do anything to get it back to its original shape.

no one is safe from his nuzzling. if your really nervous or scared, he will rub his head against your head (or any available body part). when he pulls back his hair is messy and tussled in every direction. you think its a plant thing.

in bed vash is a man who dominates the “act of service” category. his whole goal while having sex is making you feel good, your pleasure is his and every moan you makes brings him closer and closer to orgasm. if hes having a rough day all he wants is to eat you out/suck you off for hours on end. if he had to spend the rest of life with his head between your thighs than he would willingly do so.

of course, mans is a switch. some days he craves your control, riding him as you hold his wrists together, preventing him from touching you. in times like this he doesn’t have to worry about the outside world, only how tight you are and your moans. on the flip side, he wants to pound you so hard you forget about whatever troubles may come. he wants to be the only thing you can focus on, you teary eyes unable to pull apart from his face as his hands roam your body, unable to separate himself from you for just a moment.

since hes so clingy, hes an enjoyer of cock warming. he feels amazing connected to you, and he loves to monitor you face to see how much more the both of you can take.

wolfwood

words of affirmation got this man redder than the two suns above gun smoke. and in turn, he loves to support you verbally. “you did great out there”, “we couldn’t have done it without you”, “your my everything”. on top of that, if you feel insecure or anxious about yourself be ready to hear wolfwood list off the 1000 reasons why he loves every part of you. don’t feel like your inconveniencing him, he would willingly tell the entire planet if you let him.

wolfwood loves physical touch, especially your body. his touch is much more intimate, but not necessarily sexual. he will spend car rides with you in his lap or his arm wrapped around your waist, him pulling you into his side. if you let him wander he will start kneading your love handles or the fat of your stomach. you cant go anywhere without this man giving a surprise ass grab. your his personal stress ball.

if you’ve got a muscular or skinny body, hes tracing patterns into your skin or letting his nails glide against you, sometimes causing you to giggle.

he also loves to hear you rant about things than interest you. he would spend hours listening to you rant about some new invention or fixation. it warms his heart to see you so fascinated with something. that glimmer of excitement in your eyes gets his heart pumping.

speaking of physical touch, wolfwood is a man dedicated to the act, especially in bed. he will keep edging himself over and over again because he just doesn’t want it to end. he doesn’t mind you cumming, in fact the more fucked out you look, eyes rolled in pleasure, the more he just wants to make the moment last. he will go a tantalizingly slow pace until your vocal enough to beg him for more.

wolfwood likes a bush. i said what i said.

fave position is you on your side, it gives him enough support to grab at you whenever he wants. when he cums hes got a death grip on you. your the only thinking grounding him from the amount of pleasure you give him.

knives (million knives/nai)

whether or not this emotionally constipated man realizes it, hes got a love language.

he craves quality time, whether that comes from a need to have you near him 24/7 in order to protect you, or that his mind races every time you leave, is none of his concern. he just feels more at peace with you by his side, or at most, with you in his line of sight.

he discovered he really likes bathing with you, its a moment of non-sexual intimacy he looks forward too. he take pride in cleaning every part of you to make sure you are his “perfect partner”, using only the highest quality in JuLai on your skin. the first time it happened he just kind of walked in on you, eyes affixed to your body as you missed a spot. “your not doing it right”, he muttered before stripping and getting in with you. he can always tell where to massage your body if you’ve got a particularly sore muscle.

he always wants you sitting in his meetings with conrad. even when conrad was initially against it. he wants you to see the paradise hes working for, how far hes willing to go for you to live in a perfect world molded just for you and his brotheren.

sex though? oh hes a physical man through and through. as much as he tries to be gentle with you and your human body, he cant help but fold you over in order to get a view of your pleasure ridden face. his thumb resting in your mouth so the only thing your full of is him.

its only natural for you to be under him, as much as he tries to involve you as an equal at work, he knows the perfect place for you is under him and worshipping the love he gives you. and the best time for that is sex.

hes got an obsession with cumming in you. having a part of him inside you makes you so much closer to him, much better than all the other lowly humans. he will keep cumming inside of you until you simply can’t hold anymore. it gets him hard knowing how much your filled of him, both physically and emotionally.

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[winterrrnight]

rafe helping you deal with your anxiety <3 a rafe x fem!reader blurb <3 cw: lots of mentions of anxiety, reader has a habit of biting on her nails, picking on her skin, and one mention of lip biting, a bit of social anxiety, usage of nicknames <3 requested by dearest davi @ladyinbl00d , my original answer to her ask wasn’t showing up in the tags </3 I hope you like it bae 💙 <3

when you and rafe started dating, he had a remote idea of your anxiety. he knew how you prefer to just be at home instead of going out somewhere. if you’re both at a party, he’s always by your side, an arm around your shoulders and a hand covering your drink, and he always keeps a close eye on you, catching even the smallest signals of anxiety so he can act on them, and leave if that’s what you want.

one thing he’s seen you do often is biting your nails and picking on your skin. it’ll be just a random day; you’re sitting on his bed with your laptop, your teeth biting on your nails absentmindedly and he’s passing across the room. he’ll spot you – your eyes zeroed on your screen, your continuous biting on your nails, and the furrowed expression of your brows. he’ll come and gently remove your hand from your mouth, saying something like, ‘don’t do that babe’, but it’s just a mere voice in the back of your head.

you’ll be doing it almost all the time; you’re at a restaurant reading the menu and you’re biting on your nails; you’re at the beach, both of you sitting next to each other in the sand, and the thumb of your hand resting on your side is continuously picking the skin around your nails; you’re doing some work and you are picking on your skin as you also softly bite down on your lower lip.

he doesn’t say much to you, usually just gently tapping your hand to stop doing the motion, because he knows you’re doing it but aren’t aware of that. but that doesn’t mean he likes seeing you do it; he doesn’t like how harshly you somehow pick on the skin around your nails that the skin is scarred, and in some extreme cases, it even bleeds just a bit. he doesn’t like how your nails have a rough edge because of how much you tend to bite on them.

you’re both right now just chilling, his head in your lap as you sit on the couch, one hand holding your book and the other now inching its way to your mouth, your teeth starting to gently bite on your nails. he looks at you concerned, taking a deep breath before gently wrapping his fingers around your wrist and bringing your hand down to his level.

“baby don’t, please…” he mumbles softly, taking a look at your hand. as always, your nails have their uneven edges and he can see the faint scars of your skin picking. he gently rubs a thumb over your nails, as if wanting the little marks to go away at this instant.

“sorry…” you mutter, sighing as you keep your book aside and watch him gently caress your nails. you have a sudden urge to put your now free hand in your mouth, but you control yourself.

“i don’t like it when you do this,” he says faintly. “i don’t want you to hurt yourself, yeah?” he looks up in your eyes, his soft baby blues sinking into yours. he now intertwines your hands, softly squeezing your fingers as he brings your fingers closer to his mouth, and gently kisses on top of each nail.

“yeah…” you whisper, softly sighing when you feel his soft lips come in contact with your fingers.

“I don’t want you ruining your pretty hands,” he whispers. “I want to be able to take you for your little nail appointments, and I want you to get your nails done in any color you love, and get them sparkly and shiny and long, maybe have a little ‘R’ bejeweled on them…”

you can’t help but softly giggle at his idea. “I’d definitely get that for you,” you mumble softly, your other hand now coming to tangle into his hair, gently scratching his scalp.

“yeah…” he hums. “just try to control this as much as you can, yeah? I know this isn’t something you can change overnight, so we’ll take baby steps. I’m here for you alright? ’m always here for you…”

his voice is a faint whisper but it’s the gentlest thing you’ve heard. you softly nod, humming along with him.

“yes rafe, I’ll… I’ll try my best,” you whisper. he looks up at you with a soft smile on his face, kissing your nails back again.

“good girl…” he murmurs against your hand, going back to resume gently kissing your nails and fingers.

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this is again so me coded what :( I have anxiety and some of my ticks include tapping my foot, biting my lip (it’s so bad sometimes it literally bleeds), and skin picking. I loved writing this and I hope that anyone who struggles with anxiety can slowly improve and find themselves feeling better about certain situations 💗

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[arcielee]

To feel the rare before and after.

photo by @kyloremus

Paring: modern Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader Word Count: 1.1k+ Warnings: Reader AFAB, just some smutty smut, overstimulation, p in v unprotected, some spit play? pwp if you squint Author's Note: This is a repost! I read over the original and wanted to clean it up for Valentine's Day. This was a birthday gift for the wonderful and talented @annikin-im-panicin, I love you so much. I wish I could give you the world, but all I have is 1k+ words of smut with modern!Aemond, your other silver haired boy with trauma. 💜

You loved the feeling of his arms as they wrapped around your waist, pulling you to straddle his lap. “One more for me, pretty girl,” and your skin raised with his breathless command that was whispered into the curve of your neck, his lips feathering your pulse.

His large hands roamed your curves before settling on the softness of your hips with a firm hold that dimpled into your skin. Aemond shifted beneath you, careful as he lined himself with your entrance once again. You sighed as he lifted his hips, simultaneously lowering you as he slowly sheathed his length into your velvet walls with a delicious stretch still.

You could only whine in response, your mind too clouded to create a coherent thought. Your hold around his neck tightened, pulling your body flushed against his chest as he continued his slow pace that bruised your sweet spot deep within. Each thrust caused stars to burst in front of your eyes, your body already blossomed from your prior releases: the sheen of sweat mixing with the slick between your thighs, a rose bloom that spilled from your face down to your neck and chest, your nipples pebbled with pleasure from his relentless rhythm.

“Aemond,” you almost cried. “I can’t…”

“You can,” he hummed, his pace unfaltering, his teeth now grazing the junction of your neck to your shoulder.

You shuddered in response; in truth, it was already curling again at the base of your spine, his thrusts rekindling that delicious coil knotting in your lower abdomen, bringing that fluttering pleasure that came in sync with his hips. You were breathless, relaxing your grasp around his neck and falling back to place your hands on his knees to keep yourself upright.

He was seated at the edge of the bed, pinned by your plush thighs, and his feet firmly planted on the floor. Aemond moved to wrap one arm around your waist to hold you while his other hand pressed inside your thigh, his thumb following the patch of curls and finding your pearl with his familiar touch.

You were already raw, tender, and coming to the precipice of over-stimulation when his deliberate touch pulled your euphoria from you. It was a sobbed release, his added ministrations elongating it in a way that was painful but delicious.

Aemond then pulled you closer, groaning into your neck as your cunt clenched with your climax, his husky tone whispering praises against your skin—good girl. You melted against him, the sticky sweet touch of skin-to-skin, and you sighed sweetly when his hold around your waist tightened, pulling you closer still.

You squeaked your surprise when he then pushed to stand, your legs crossing around his slender waist and his large palms cupping where your thighs and ass met. He turned to face the bed and laid you back, allowing you to fall back against the sex soaked sheets.

You were quick to prop yourself onto your elbows, grinning, watching his silver brows knit above his bi-colored gaze that drank in your every flushed curve. You felt your blood simmering from his steady stare, and a shyness that trilled throughout.

Aemond always possessed an ethereal beauty. He towered over you, his body lithe and tone, the jut of his hips from his languid stance and the lines of his Adonis belt cutting in his trimmed hips. The hair on his chest clung from his perspiration, his silver hair hanging on his sharp features, and you could see the rose coloring that stained all of him so intimately.

He moved closer to the bed, each hand reaching to wrap around your ankles, pulling you closer towards the edge. You gasped, you giggled from the sudden pull, your ass now pressing against his thighs, and you see the hint of his own smile as he moved the soles of your feet to press against his chest.

You shivered with your anticipation as he leaned over you, a curtain of his silver hair, the soft tickle as it touched your skin; Aemond planted his arms on each side of you, caging you against the mattress. You mewled pitifully as he moved his hips, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock, the touch of his tip gliding against your silken folds before sinking into your warmth once again.

“Aemond,” you begged, you moaned, as he bottomed out, stretching you from within.

He hummed again, his way to show his satisfaction of how well you fit around his cock—something he would mention often and always. His hands now dimpled into the plush of your thighs, a bracing hold for the snap of his hips against you.

Your mouth parted with a wordless cry, your back arched against the bed. You saw through the fog the determination that lined his features, his lips pursed with his concentration.

“Touch yourself,” he rasped, his voice is low, demanding.

Your fingertips reached from his chest to his jaw, and Aemond dipped his head to take them into his mouth—the tickle of his tongue that curled around each digit before you pulled back. The spit breaks away onto his chin and your fingers then fall to touch the tendered nub of nerves above his rhythmic in-and-out, above the suction of your swollen lips and where the ring of white wrapped around his cock.

His eye was black as he watched you, enjoying the ripple of your supple curves with his each rut, the way your breasts bounce as his pace quickened. Your soft cry accompanied your soft touch, your fingers circling yourself intimately.

It came with the flash of color, your strangled cry, a release with your muscles contracting and tears spilling your cheeks. Aemond pulled back, his hand pumping himself to completion, his pearly ropes of his release decorating your chest and your stomach.

There was a pause, a deep exhale and he moved to get up, disappearing into the bathroom. You laid there, boneless, breathless, listening to the facet turn on for a moment, and then he returned with a damp washcloth that was pleasantly warm to the touch.

Aemond was thorough and he was gentle, careful to wipe you clean, admiring how the blood rose to the surface of your skin, the rise and fall of your breasts as you steadied your breath. He then tossed it into the hamper, crawling beneath the covers and pulling you to follow, until your backside was tucked against his chest, his arm curled around the softness of your stomach.

He nuzzled into your neck with a soft kiss behind your ear as his whispered, “Happy birthday, pretty girl.”

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[coryosmin]

pk!coryo fucking you in the woods cos he caught you out after curfew 😏

nsfw | mdni | fem reader x pk coryo | part of my commander hoff’s daughter blurbs 🤪🤪 | orgasm denial

when you had been caught out after curfew, coriolanus couldn’t help but feel glad. you, an angel, finally breaking the rules. you were commander hoff’s daughter so of course you had some leniency in regards to some of the rules. however, your curfew was always enforced. so when coriolanus found you walking towards the meadow late at night, he followed you.

“you know, i didn’t think a sweet girl like yourself would be caught breaking the rules,” coriolanus said, finally speaking up when you were near the meadow.

you jumped, turning around to see your favorite peacekeeper. “you scared me,” you said, putting a hand on your chest, trying to calm your breathing. after a few moments you spoke once more. “i wanted to get away for a little bit. felt trapped.”

coriolanus quirked an eyebrow, moving closer to you. “well, good girls don’t break rules now do they, doll?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. he pressed you up against a tree, moving so his breath was on your cheek. “you’ve been a naughty girl.”

you bit your lip, looking up at coriolanus. his eyes were still their beautiful blue color even in the dark, only lit up by the small rays of moonlight shining down on the two of you. “i’m sorry,” you murmured.

coriolanus simply smirked, shaking his head. “i don’t think you really are. perhaps i should punish you.”

your heart beat fast as you heard coriolanus speak those words. you nodded your head. “perhaps you should,” you replied back.

which led to you being pressed against the tree, your skirt hiked up and panties pushed to the side as coriolanus fucked into you with his cock hard and fast. your leg was hiked up onto his shoulder, making you realize you were much more flexible than you had originally thought.

“such a naughty girl,” coryo grunted, fucking you harshly. “did you get caught on purpose?”

you moaned in response, the pleasure feeling so good. coryo always fucked you so good. “yes!” you said as coryo angled his hips a certain way to add to the pleasure. “wanted to be caught by you!”

“yeah? such a fucking whore for my cock, aren’t you?” he groaned, gripping your face with his hands. “think i’m gonna let you cum tonight after disobeying the rules?”

you pouted, letting out a small whimper. “please let me cum, coryo.” you whined.

coryo simply laughed in response, continuing his harsh pace. “no. naughty girls don’t get to cum, princess,” he said.

you looked up at him with teary eyes, the pleasure being so much that you could feel yourself getting so close. “wanna cum so bad, sir. please let me cum. am so close,” you begged in a whiny tone.

coryo cooed at you in mock sympathy. he slowed down his pace to stop you from reaching your peak. “no, baby. you don’t get to cum at all,” he said, caressing your cheek. “maybe if you had been good, you should be given many orgasms,” he said.

and after a few thrusts, coryo released his load into you, not bothering to pull out whatsoever. you whined at the feeling, wanting so badly for coryo to make you cum. but instead he simply pulled out of you, put your panties back, brought you leg back down, and fixed his pants. “it’s time for me to bring you back home,” he said, smirking. “perhaps tomorrow if you’re deserving of it, i’ll let you cum.”

and with that, coryo walked you back to your home, leaving you unsatisfied and needy. let’s just say after that, you listened to coryo very well.

#minsasks #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg #coriolanus snow #thg tbosas #tbosas #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow smut #pookie bear asks

[katemartinismywife]

you're the one - p.b

☺︎ paige bueckers ☺︎ ☺︎ mini series: part three ☺︎

It has been two weeks since Paige and Maia have started talking every day again. Maia would say it was the best two weeks of her life, but no week can beat the three days the two are about to spend together.

Paige was currently waiting outside of baggage claim with balloons and flowers. She was very nervous to see Maia again. From their facetime calls, she could see that Maia dyed her hair darker than her original color, but there weren't any big changes. Except for Maia's muscle and weight gain, Maia gained both in the best spots, Paige was so attracted to her.

Maia grabbed her suitcase and rolled it down the hall spotting Paige. Paige walked over to Maia picking her up and spinning her. "I missed you so much" Paige spoke burying her head into Maia's neck.

"Look at you" Maia grabbed Paige's face moving her head side to side. "I look the same Maia" Paige laughed setting her down. "No you don't! You've grown up" Maia pouted as Paige grabbed her hand and walked to her car.

"Our plan for the day is to nap... I need your cuddles as soon as possible" Paige sighed admiring Maia. "Stop making googly eyes at me weirdo" Maia blushed hiding her face behind her hands. "But you're so pretty" Paige smiled bringing Maia's face closer to hers and kissing her lips.

"You only missed my kisses not me" Maia teased crossing her arms and looking at the passing buildings. "Noo, I missed your corny jokes and your beautiful green eyes, the way your dimples show up when you laugh, and the way you look at me" Paige spoke not holding anything back.

She was never letting Maia go ever again. It was miserable without her... she was going to make this work. "Stop being mushy gushy nasty" Maia laughed playing with Paige's fingers.

Paige looked over at a sleeping Maia as she put the car into park. "Mama.." Paige gently squeezed Maia's thigh. With that not working Paige leaned over the center console kissing Maia's neck and tickling her side. Maia groaned pushing Paige off of her.

Maia wasn't budging, so Paige ended up carrying her and her suitcase to her dorm room. Paige slipped off Maia's shoes and laid her on the bed under the covers. Paige took off her sweatpants and replaced them with shorts. She slipped in behind Maia and cuddled into her.

"Thank you" Maia mumbled pulling Paige into her making herself the big spoon. "Go to sleep" Paige spoke lightly kissing her hand.

"I love you P"

"I love you more M"

#wcbb #oc #paige bueckers x reader #wlw #pb #paige bueckers fluff #paige bueckers #uconn wbb #uconn women’s basketball #uconn huskies

[artist-emerald]

Trolls Band Together: The Branch Ending

(As many might know now, the original draft ending of the movie was supposed to have Branch captured and thus nearly die as Floyd did in the final cut. I decided I'd write out my interpretation on how that would have played out)

Poppy's heart was racing, her mind rushing with thoughts she didn't want to think about. In an attempt to get his brothers to safety, Branch was captured, and Velvet didn't look like she was giving him up any time soon. Everything was going so well. Brozone was all back together again. Poppy was reunited with her long lost sister. They were all supposed to make it back home all happy and hugging and singing.

Why was this happening?

Velvet and Veneer's performance was starting. Panic started to set in, but they weren't about to give up. Branch's brothers and Viva all kept reassuring Poppy that they'd make it and get Branch out of there safe and sound. Their words put her at ease, if only for a moment.

They chased after the phony pop-stars as they sang their songs of lies. The group bobbed and weaved through the Mount Rageous traffic. Dodging the vehicles by the follicles of their hairs, the got close to Velvet and Veneer's luxury vehicle, only for them to slip away again. Branch continued to get worse as his essence kept getting drained.

Bridget and Gristle emerged from the traffic to assist and get them to the yacht in the river. Velvet got ready for an encore, but Branch didn't look like he was going to make it. Velvet noticed the Trolls approaching her, and in a final gambit, she began spraying all of Branch's remaining talent into her. A desperate attempt to try and permanently get the talent.

Branch began to sing to his family, and they sang back as the made their way to stop Velvet and save Branch. As the perfect harmony was hit, the diamond prison shattered, blowing Velvet back. Poppy dove to catch her boyfriend, but he didn't move, nor made a sound.

She sat there, holding Branch in her arms. His hair snow white, and his body clear like a crystal. "Branch?" Poppy whispered, "It's me...it's us! We did it, we hit the perfect harmony! We got you out, you...you can wake up now! Y-you're safe now."

Branch's brothers had gathered around them, all pleading and apologizing. Not just in hopes to bring him back, but because of the guilt and regret for leaving him. Viva stood behind Clay and Poppy, placing both of her hands on their shoulders.

Tears began to slowly fall from her eyes. "Please Branch. I love you. I need you. We have so many more adventures to go on."

The Mount Rageons looked on in shock and awe as they witnessed this on the giant screens. Poppy began to sob as she held Branch closer, rocking him back and forth. She sobbed harder than she's ever remembered. Then, she felt it, a feeling she hasn't felt in a long while. Her colors began to fade. Just as they were about to fade past her hands, she felt something move on top of them.

"Now don't you dare," Branch said weekly, "I worked hard to get those colors of yours back." Branch started to come back, his body filling out, and his hair returning to normal. Poppy lit up as her tears changed from sadness to overwhelming joy. She squeezed her love and riddled his face with soft kisses. Branch's brothers hoisted him up in a group hug in celebration as Poppy and Viva stepped back to let them have their brotherly moment, before joining back in with more hugs.

The crowd cheered, Velvet and Veneer were taken away to prison, and the Trolls made their way back home.

All as a family, in harmony.

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #broppy #trolls band together #alternate ending #trolls poppy #trolls branch #branch x poppy #poppy x branch #writing

[zirobitches]

One Piece Domestic Fluff

I'll crawl home to her - Sir Crocodile x GN!Reader

Note: Not related to soulmate AU i just love croc

Summary: Devil fruit users are weakened by seawater, and I'm convinced some of them really hate all water as a result. Anyways reader comes back from a trip to find their partner Croc greasy af.

Tags: domestic fluff, takes place during cross guild era, slight angst? just taking care of ur mans, just domestic things. also implied/mentioned nudity bc yall take a bath together, also Buggy mention (i kind of insult him but i swear i love him i just dont find clowns hot)

Words: 3100+

AN: I'm usually an angst/slow-burn writer but I needed some fluff. this has not been beta-ed and i'm posting as soon as i get done writing. it is currently 2am. lmk if there's big errors. thanks ily bye

There was a knock at your cabin door.

“Come in,” you call across the room. The door swings open and one of the crew of your ship peeks his head in.

“The island is finally in sight, we should be arriving by 5.” He reports.

“Thank you, go ahead and make sure the rest of the crew makes preparations.” He nods in reply and the door shuts behind him. You sigh, and lean back in your chair, staring at the ceiling.

It had been almost three months since you had last seen Crocodile. You two have had longer separations, courtesy of Strawhat and the Marines, but that did not make it easier. You weren’t supposed to go this long originally, but certain encounters with some old Whitebeard crew on your end had incurred some delays. That was then followed by the official disbandment of the Seven Warlords, and Crocodile had to extend your reunion date to take advantage of the situation.

Now that the Cross Guild has been established, and no one was chasing you or Crocodile, you could finally find each other again.

Stepping onto land had never felt so good. Everyone that you passed or tried to speak to you was blurred due to your tunnel vision. You scanned the small crowd that had come to the dock to greet you, looking for the familiar tall figure.

Instead, you are stopped by a clown.

“Y/N, right?” You froze at the brightly colored monstrosity in front of you. He seemed familiar for some reason.

“Sir Croc sent me to get you, he and Mihawk had some business to wrap up before you arrived.” The clown continued to talk to you, but you were distracted by his large red nose. You recognized him from the posters - he was Buggy the Clown, the pirate who originally began Buggy’s Delivery Service, now known as Cross Guild. But you were just wondering why the red nose looked so realistic. Surely it’s not real?

“Y/N? I’ll show you to his room, it’s where he told me to bring you.” The nose was real, but you now had more important things to think about.

“His room should be fine, thank you.” You finally replied, making eye contact. Just to be met with freaky pale blue eyes. This man did not win the genetics lottery.

Buggy continued to ramble as he showed you around. Your mind however was not retaining any of it. After three months of not seeing Crocodile, the person you held most dear in the world, you were itching to see him again, and being closer to your goal did not put you at ease. Instead, you were even more anxious. Even this slight delay due to Mihawk had you peeved.

Finally, you arrived at a large gilded door. It was very Crocodile - a  golden gilded frame for a large black door, granted all doors had to be large to allow someone like Croc through. You reached for the matching golden handle on the door and walked into his - no, your room.

Buggy wished you well and ran off before you could say goodbye. You didn’t listen to him much, but it was easy to tell that he was terrified of Crocodile.

You chuckled and closed the door behind you. A quick sweep of the room told you you had beaten Crocodile to the room. You sighed and tossed a backpack you had brought on a nearby couch.

The room was massive - it was easily the size of a small apartment. The first half of the room was a lounge; a large fireplace to your right with the couch and coffee table in front of it, and a Crocodile-sized armchair in the corner. To your left was a desk, already drowned in papers - why being a pirate created so much paperwork, you would never know. The second half was the bedroom. At the center of the back wall was a massive 4 post-bed - absurdly large, even for Crocodile. Both of you could lay in bed at the same time and never accidentally touch. But the fancy, if not gaudy decor that covered the entire room was not surprising to you.

Sir Crocodile had always been partial to the baroque style.

You made your way to the bed and climbed onto it. You may have to ask for some steps to be installed if you are supposed to sleep here every night. You sunk into the bed and let out a long sigh. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be much longer till he arrived.

Then, as if summoned by your thoughts, the door opened again and Crocodile stepped in. You immediately sat up on the bed and looked at him.

The purple vest wasn’t your favorite look on Crocodile, but right now just having him in sight brought a grin to your face.

As soon as he saw you he vanished into sand and then reappeared on the bed in front of you. You inadvertently sucked in a breath - you were used to seeing him use his devil fruit powers, but having him so near - his face now less than a foot away from yours - well, you weren’t prepared for it.

“Hello my love,” Croc’s voice swept over you, the deep rasp of it driving straight into your chest.

Before you could get a reply out he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. You melted into him, all the tension of your separation vanishing with his presence. He was kneeling in front of you on the bed, and his hand came up to the back of your head to gently press you against his lips, his weight now resting on his hook to your right.

You pressed forward, your hands finding support on his chest - warm and solid, he was finally there with you - and hand one traveled up to cup his face. He hummed against you, then finally pulled back. The kiss could not have been that long but you were still at a loss for breath, but smiled at him.

A soft smile appeared across his face as well, his massive hands still cupping your face.

“Gods I missed you,” You finally responded and he chuckled. As you two just looked at each other you noticed a strand of hair fall in front of his face, his normally slicked-back style beginning to fall apart.

You moved your hand from his jaw and began to sweep the hair back into place, but then paused your hand atop his head. Your fingers briefly carded through his hair, and then you grabbed a portion between your fingers.

“Croc, darling, when was the last time you washed your hair?” Now that you looked at him, Crocodile did not look. Well. His deep-set eyes now seemed darker due to the bags underneath, his face paler than you were familiar with, and his hair….

At first glance, you thought it was a healthy shine that covered it, but now realize it was oil. His hair had clearly not been washed in days, maybe even weeks from the look of it, and stayed slicked back on his head from the build-up. The last time you had seen him in a similar state was shortly after he escaped from Impel Down.

Crocodile heaved a sigh, his eyes closing and shoulders slumped. He mumbled something towards the bed, but with his deep voice and his face not facing yours, you didn’t quite catch it.

“Sorry, could you repeat that?” You tried to use a gentle tone with him - you were now concerned for him, confused as to how he got in this state.

“I haven’t been comfortable enough to bathe, not since the Warlords were dissolved,” Crocodile spoke up, but still not making eye contact.

You felt yourself slightly lean back in surprise. It made sense you suppose - not only were devil fruit users slightly weakened by any body of water, sea water or not, but Crocodile’s powers were rendered completely useless when he got wet. If he had been chased by Marines for the past few weeks and then untrusting of his new business partners, he was going to avoid putting himself at risk of being vulnerable.

You briefly considered having Daz acting as guard at the door when Croc was bathing, but not only would that indicate he was at his weakest, but it was sure to somehow make him embarrassed. For a man with such a large ego, he really could not handle any bruises to his pride.

Instead of prying into his discomfort, you brought your hand under his chin and lifted his face to look at him.

“I need to bathe as well after all the bullshit that’s happened. Would you care to accompany me?” Your offer of an act of intimacy like this was sure to distract from whatever negative feelings he may have.

Sure enough, a smirk spread across his face, his eyes already seeming to undress you before you two had even made a move towards the bathroom.

You move your hand from his chin to his face, covering his eyes. “Cut that out, I’m too tired for anything like that.” It was true; whatever adrenaline had kept you going during your time apart was now gone, swept away and replaced by exhaustion. You wanted nothing more than to get clean and crawl into bed with this man and sleep for the next 16 hours.

Crocodile merely laughed at your indignation and brought his arms underneath your hips. He easily lifted you into his grasp and carried you off the bed and into the bathroom.

You had noticed the door to the left when you walked in but hadn’t made it that far. While it may have been fair to assume it was large, you were still taken aback by the size.

It was practically a small spa. The shower could easily have both of you in there and even more, people if the occasion required it. But what stole the show was the bath.

It was less like a bath and more like a large hot tub. Or a private hot spring. It was already filled with water and steam rolled off the top.

“I had someone prepare the bath for us.” You looked up at Crocodile, finally dragging your eyes away from the bathroom. “I figured you wouldn’t be pleased by the state I was in and I thought you would enjoy relaxing in a bath.” He was looking down at you, his signature shit-eating smirk sitting on his face.

You just sighed in response and leaned into his embrace, resting your head below his chin.

“It’s perfect, thank you.” You closed your eyes as you felt him press a soft kiss on your head.

He eventually let you go and you both undressed, piling all your clothes together. You stepped into the water first, standing on a wide step as you looked at Croc. Several steps went down into the bath, which was really just a small hot pool you decided. It allowed you and Crocodile to be submerged at your preferred depth in the water, a convenience you were grateful for.

Crocodile was a vision. Still as well built as the first time you meant, now slightly softened by age and covered with more scars. You tried your best to keep your eyesight above the waist but couldn’t help some appreciative glances at what was below.

Crocodile also stared back at you, his eyes devouring the sight of you naked in the bath before him. Any apprehension he may have had vanished when you reached out to him, beckoning him to the water. He walked down the steps and went past you, deeper into the water, till he was only a foot taller than you rather than his usual height difference.

You now felt too drained for words, the warm water relaxing you into a state of drowsiness. You gestured towards Crocodile to sit down on one of the higher steps. He gave you a questioning look but listened to your commands. He was used to the occasions you decided to go nonverbal.

After he sat down in the water you noticed it - there was a detachable shower head that was attached to the edge so you could wash your hair in the pool. That would make this process much easier.

Grabbing the shower head you found the knob at the base and turned on the water. The sound of running water made Crocodile turn his head and look at what you were up to. You just smiled back at him and gestured for him to lean his head back so you could rinse. He dutifully closed his eyes and leaned back as you rinsed the water through his hair.

After you had prepared his head you then went back to the edge of the pool and looked at some soaps that had been provided. They were thankfully labeled in little dishes - a bar of shampoo, a bar of conditioner, and body wash. You grabbed the bar of shampoo and thoroughly lathered it in your hands.

You then walked back to the large man who sat there and began to work the shampoo into his hair. As your nails gently dragged against his scalp, Crocodile leaned back towards your touch, a deep sigh escaping him as he fully relaxed into you.

Your heart ached at his softness. When was the last time he let himself relax? The last time you were together? If so, you couldn’t imagine how amazing it may feel for him to finally be at ease after months of staying on guard.

Before you let yourself get emotional by this, you focus back on the task at hand. You were now determined to get this man as relaxed as possible. You had loved Crocodile for a long time and took pleasure in doing mundane daily things such as this with him. The fact that he seemed to not only enjoy it but often only did these mundane tasks with you, made them into something special.

Lather, rinse. Lather, rinse. Condition and while you let it sit in his hair you began to wash your own.

Eventually, you both emerged from the now almost cool pool, completely clean and perfectly exhausted.

Robes had been prepared along with everything else, and after you dried off you slipped yours on. It was normal person-sized, definitely not something you could mistake for Croc’s robe that was so long it would have engulfed you.

Before you could begin to walk, Crocodile leaned down and picked you up again in a bridal carry.

You made a small noise in surprise but then leaned into his chest, the robe soft and warm against your cheek.

Crocodile carried you back into the bedroom and carefully placed you into the bed. You pulled back the blankets and arranged the pillows as your partner went around and sat on the edge of the bed and lit his final cigar of the day. As he puffed the cigar he went about dismantling his hook.

Crocodile was quite adept with his chosen prosthetic, you never feared he would accidentally hurt you with it, but at night was a different story. It had taken a while to convince him you would both be better off if he didn’t wear it at night and he had relented. Now it was a nightly ritual for him to take it off before going to sleep.

You leaned back into the bed and turned to face Crocodile. Your partner was occupied reading some documents he must have grabbed from his desk at some point - being able to turn into sand had its perks - but turned to meet your gaze.

The cigar was quickly put out and discarded to the nightstand on his side of the bed. He then leaned and turned off the last lamp and the entire room went dark. Your eyes quickly adjusted to the moonlight coming from the windows of the room and you could just barely make out Crocodile.

He finally leaned back into the bed and then you felt more than saw as he reached out and pulled you to him, the large bed not large enough to keep you away from your love.

Crocodile was always so warm. For someone with his namesake, you had assumed that he would be cold-blooded, but for you, he burned. His hand, wide and warm and no longer covered in rings, made its way to your face.

Leaning across the pillows, Crocodile kissed you again. Your hands reached out to pull him closer, and soon both of you had your arms and legs wrapped tight around each other. Part of you wished neither of you would ever have to let go, that maybe you could just drown in him, be buried alive in the sand and smoke.

You separated the kiss to breathe again and tucked your head into the curve of his neck.

“I can’t do that again. Being away from you for so long was horrible.” You finally spoke up, your voice hoarse with exhaustion and emotion.

Crocodile’s grip around you only tightened, his face leaning down to bury it in your hair. He took a deep breath and exhaled before responding.

“I have forgotten what it was like to live before knowing you.” His voice shook through you, the vibrations of it coming from his chest. “I’ve found out I am no longer capable of finding joy without you.”

You felt like you might cry - from happiness or sadness, you were unsure. Instead, you blinked back the tears and backed from his chest to look at him again.

Crocodile had never looked so tired before. He looked at you with such longing, maybe even grief in his gaze, that you knew without a doubt that he spoke the truth. He didn’t look like he would cry, and you have never seen him shed a single tear. But this was probably the closest you have gotten to him doing so.

“So I guess we'll just have to stay together from now on, hm?” You murmured to him, your hands coming up to brush some stray hairs from his face.

Crocodile just smiled at you and agreed. “I do hope you realize I wouldn’t let you leave me even if you wanted to.” He spoke so softly that it sounded sweet rather than obsessive. But you were so obsessed with him in return you didn’t even care.

“Sounds perfect to me.” You whispered as you leaned in to kiss him again.

Eventually, the two of you began to drift off, finally safe and sound in each other. As you fell asleep that night, surrounded by Crocodile’s warm embrace, you had never felt so loved.

#one piece #sir crocodile #one piece fanfiction #crocodile x reader #buggy mention #ily buggy but im not into clowns #sorry for being my victim #zirowrites #x reader