#like woth him.... this is an Accomplishment | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

fayesia · 6 months

Note

Hii, can you write some Coriolanus Snow smut? Maybe where the reader get trapped woth coryo in dr. Gaul’s lab and they accidentally both breath sex pollen in?

Sex Pollen — Coriolanus x reader

a/n: hello everyone!! thank u so much for the insane amount of request i’ve been getting as a response to my recent post. i will be getting to them do not worry i apologise if i’m slower than some of you were expecting. like i’ve said i’m not used to this and got followers A LOT quicker than i expected but again thank you all, lots of love Faye xx 💋

warnings: nsfw 18+, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, coriolanus is a munch, fingering, cum play? (legit like a sentence at the end), lmk if i missed anything!

“woah what do you think this does?” you asked Coriolanus scanning the rack of vials containing numerous colours of liquid.

“i don’t know but let’s just get the medicine and leave”

“hmph fine” his response was much less daring but you simply assumed the pains he was getting medication for were getting to him.

You watched Coryo search through cupboards and shelves, meanwhile you found interest in a vial holding golden powder. Picking it up you observed the contents, the million specks of gold dust shined in the vial, it released a sweet smell, similar to maple syrup and honey.

“come look at this Coryo”

“give me a second. just gotta grab these…GOT IT!!”

his sudden outburst shocked you, the vial slipped from you hands smashing onto the ground, particles floated in the air, the room filling up with it as it wafted onto you and Coriolanus.

“what is this, what was in the vial?!”

“i don’t know okay you just scared me i’m sorry i don’t know why i dropped it”

Noticing your frenzied state he rushed over next to you.

“hey hey it’s ok, it was an accident, i shouldn’t have yelled at you, i apologise”

“we have to get out quickly” grabbing the medicine you’re both about to leave until Coriolanus stumbles, you rush to him grabbing him by the arm. An action supposedly to support him but rather resulting in you falling on top of him. Scrambling up the two of you rush out of Dr Gauls lab with barely any time to spare before her return. playfully winking at him you turn around mouthing the words “mission accomplished”. The triumph causing a rush of adrenaline you believed to be the reason behind the heating up of your body, little did you know the truth was far from that.

Back in your room the full effects of what seemed to be contained in that vial were effecting you, sharp pains assaulted your body while the heat only rose in your lower stomach.

Lying spread eagle face down on the bed you could barely move your head to hear the door to your room open. Coriolanus came rushing through standing by the side of your bed.

“what was in that vial. tell me you feel it too. tell me i’m not going crazy” you’re at a loss for words at this point simply nodding your head as a no in response to him questioning his sanity.

Your eyes finally focus enough to take notice of Coriolanus’ clothing — or rather lack of — his muscular physique is sculpted in a clean white wife beater and a pair of boxers. Your lower region only seems to get hotter and this sight, the first gush of liquid releasing from you, a sudden sensation shocking you as a small gasp left your mouth.

“what happened… oh” Coriolanus looks down as your thighs rub together, the embarrassment you should’ve felt seemed to have been taken over by the overwhelming need to be filled by something, a feral hunger only he could fill. A few seconds of silence pass by until you hear a loud sigh “fuck this” reaching forward Coriolanus lips capture your soft ones.

Both of your tongues fight for dominance, in the end Coriolanus wins unsurprisingly thanks to his ferocity, his hands resting on your hip slowly sliding up your shirt. Calloused hands squeeze your breast over your bra while your fingertips brush across his hard chest, no crevice of his abs left unexplored.

Clothes start piling up on the floor until Coriolanus is fully undressed staring down at you with you legs spread, a simple white lace underwear covering the one place he wants more than ever, a small oval stain of your need increasing his sense of urgency.

Pulling your hips closer to the edge, he kneels on the floor dragging your panties off and throwing them somewhere to join the rest of your clothes

“you’re so fucking beautiful”

you nervously smile down at him

“do you want this too?”

“please i need you, fucking hurts please do something, anything”

he breathily laughs at your response getting to work quicker than you expected, the feeling of his mouth sucking at your pussy while his tongue flicked back and forth over your clit leaves you a writhing, your loud moans echoing around the room. While his mouth is busy working on you, one of his hands is jerking off his cock, the tip bright pink and glistening from pre cum.

Coriolanus’ hands flip you over, pushing your back into a deep arch you’re more than compliant to, his hand forcing your cheek against the sheets while his other one positions his cock against your dripping hole. Sliding the length of his dick against your pussy he coats it with your arousal, which he uses as lube, slowly entering your pussy.

“Tell me when to keep going, god you’re just so wet for me”

Your pussy perfectly wraps around his cock and as you start getting used to his girth you began pushing back against him, more inches entering you, stretching you out more than your fingers ever could.

“Please keep going coryo hmm” you beckon him to began thrusting.

The noises of Coriolanus’ hips smacking against your ass from his hard thrust are the only things heard around the room, wet noises of your leaking pussy join soon, the volume of your moans increasing even more once two of his fingers rub at your clit.

You whine when Coriolanus pulls out, the empty feeling causing the pain from earlier to return.

“wanna look at your face when you come” you hear him whisper before he flips you over.

He roughly pushes your thighs against your shoulders, the action squishing your breast together, as he quickly slides himself back into you. His actions almost a whole one eighty compared to how sweet and gentle he was at first. However you’re not going to complain right now, staring into his blue eyes, the pair covered in a glossy shine with how dazed he is from pleasure, he moves his cock in and out at a pace that has you ready to come.

“Not yet baby”

“Hngh I’m gonna come please let me come”

“Wait for me, you’re not coming until I do, together”

You’re basically clinging onto the edge of your climax, the warm and wet walls of your pussy tighten around him cock, releasing more animalistic noises from his throat. He almost growls out the word ‘come’ and of course you’re more than happy to do exactly that. His hips stutter and with one more thrust Coriolanus’ cum shoots deep into your pussy, the feeling of your walls tightening, milk more and more cum out of him.

As he slowly pulls out, a mixture of his thick load and your cum pours out from your hole, the two of you watching it leak it. Unexpectedly Coriolanus drags his middle and ring finger through the mess, collecting a decent amount he pushes it back into your pussy, twitching a little after having such a stimulating orgasm.

Coriolanus kisses your forehead, his arms wrapping around your curdled body pulling you close, pressing yourself against him. The two of you falling into a peaceful rest.

~unedited~

#smut #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the ballad of songbirds and snakes smut #young!coriolanus snow

466 notes · View notes

fates-calling · 5 months

Text

As much as I love Gale becoming a professor and returning to Waterdeep post game, I adore him becoming an adventurer.

Hear me out.

Gale, learning spells that he never would have touched while he was in Waterdeep & with Mystra, spells like Witch Bolt & Magic Missle. Unimpressive and built to do one thing, hurt your enemies. He relizes quickly he had a nack for these kinds of spells, spells that Mystra would have never been impressed by. They're crude and simple.

He feels bad at first, for finding accomplishment when he preforms them well. Mostky, because he has never been too fond of hurting people. Though, he finds himself enjoying watching evil crumble. But these feelings slowly fade faster than he thought they would.

Whenever Karlach yells "Fuck yeah! Fireball!" During the heat of battle and begs him to teach her (which he as kindly as possible refuses to do) as adrenline & pride rush through him. When Wyll claps a hand on his shoulder after a hard won battle, and grins at him saying: "You're a life saver" and he feels utterly triumphant, and a bit smug.

When Astarion pulls him into a suprise hug, out of sight from everyone else after killing Cazador: and simply tell hims when he pulls away, "I didn't know you learned Sunbeam." And his heart leaps woth a fuzzy-warmth he would never associate with the vampire.

When Shadowheart presses a hand to his forehead for a Cure Wounds after he got a bit too close to the battle and affectionately calls him an idiot for it.

When Lae'zel gives him a wicked grin as his Lighting Bolt downs enemies by the handful without breaking a sweat. Utterly impressed, and perhaps, a bit turned on: making him flush fiercly.

With every battle he wins,every drop of blood he sheds: Gale moves further and further away from the man he was. Further and further from the man who was willing to die for Mystra's forgiveness. He becomes a hero. He becomes a man who craves power - his ambitions & passion once more relight, more so than he ever before as he spots that crown ontop of the Netherbrain.

A man, that by Act 3 is enthralled as he sneaks with Astarion, dodging deadly traps to raid one of the most famous wizard's in Baldur's Gate safes. Read knowledge that had been kept from him, and thousands others. Be able to face the goddess of magic herself, and essentially, tell her to get fucked. To be able to apeak his mind to her instead of rolling over and taking it!

And in the end?

He finds out that he is simpky Gale. And that Gale is good enough. That Gale likes adventure and danger. Oh, will he miss Waterdeep and his mother, but he can always visit! Send letters home. He cant quite give up on all of these new things he has discovered. He doesn't need the crown, or Mystra. He doesn't rven need big fanyc illusion magic as he forces reality to bend to his will with the Weave, though, he still loves and pratices it.

No.

This time - reality is enough. He is enough. And sure, reality isn't always pretty. Sometimes reailty is Lea'zel handing you bloody scrolls you know she plucked off a body. But she knew you would want them. Sometimes, it's trying to make a dinner for five (and you) straving adverntures with nothing but potatoes and a cheese wheel you plucked off of goblin corpses.

But it's yours. And it's you for the first time.

Also.

Someone has to keep Astarion in check, and help the rouge protect the Sword Coast with Wyll serving Avernus. And who better than, a master of the Weave like Gale to help him protect it from the shadows, and tell him no. Sometimes.

#post -- ramblings #post -- meta?#gale of waterdeep #listen #i just adore him #and am having many thoughts #and rlly want to start his orgin run #also this has a lil' bit of bloodweave coding in it #sorry i cant help myself #possible bloodweave?#idk how to tag it #agaobsossh #he has infected my brain completely

22 notes · View notes

arobinwithoutbatman · 3 months

Note

🫵 speedster liker

Slurps his milkshake, making a distinctly uncomfortable amount of eye contact woth the stranger. His domino lenses are down but you can absolutely still feel it.

"Yes. Yes I am. Flash One was and still is an incredible hero.

Flash Two, formerly Kid Flash, is a good friend of my colleague Nightwing. In fact, I like to think I'm on good terms with most of the Titans.

And Impulse is hot and I'm dating him. I dunno what you were trying to accomplish, random citizen.

I'm out here in kevlar and leather most nights kicking the crap out of criminals. Do you really think I possess any shame?"

#Tweet Tweet #Encrypted Whistles #ic #Robin The Wonder #v: Knighthood #p: fast #r: speed racer #((you interrupted his snack break XD))

1 note · View note

peepo · 3 years

Text

#ok one last post #i wish my mom would see all the complaining i do about her sometimes #but like with her shed probably beat me half to death or kick me out so like i can’t do that #it’s kind of funny like i keep wishing she hit me more because only ONE TIME she made me bleed. she’s hurt me woth slaps and belt whippings #but only one time she hit my face so hard and so repeatedly it made my nose bleed. i wish she’d do it more!#physical abuse hurts less and is easier to explain than emotional abuse you’ve had to deal with your whole life. i wish she died as well as #my sexually abusive step dad numerous time.#s. him more but i genuinely think about how happy i would be without her in my life. i’d cry and maybe kill myself because now i have no 1 #to live for but like... at least it would be most of my issues solved! plus i didn’t kill myself whdn someone else died but IG he didn’t #have as much of an impact on me as a woman who’s been here my whole life. yet i still think about sawyer more than #my grandfather and my friends sister and everyone else and i just wish i could trade in my life for his. he actually had something going &#i’m just a waste of space do nothing accomplish nothing idiot who has no family to feel guilty for #i wish i were dead i wish i weee dead i wish i wew dead i wish i were dead #sorry but i genuinely do and i can’t deal with it anymore. i won’t do anything but it hurts so much and k can’t #i can’t. i canr. i can’t do this i just want out of here and o know if i took all my pills i wouldn’t overdose and just be sent for more #FUCKING bills at the ficking hospital because they want me to be indebt to them for my entire life #i hate it i hate myself i hate my life there’s good things but the bad outweighs the good i have to deal with the bad everyday and wake up #to it and cook for it and do it’s taxes and work and cleaning and resumes and job applications #i have to take cate of its cat and make sure to not step on any toes and cry silently so that it doesn’t feel responsible #it’s very painful. goodnight. my head hurts.

7 notes · View notes

syomi · 2 years

Note

So after season 3 I felt a bit bad for Owen and he became one of my favs so some hc where he gets in a relationship with you after that, sure he was a little rude to you and made you cry just one time but you still loved him so much and after he gets in with you his feelings for Shelly may disappear a bit tysm <3

Untitled- Owen Knight [archived]

your fingers trace the ripples of muscles on his back. memorizing each dip and line, shadowing over his lean frame. your boyfriend sleeps- unaware of your touches. he hums in satisfaction as your middle finger presses on a spot.

you can feel the tension under the epidermis of his lightly bumped skin. gently you left the comfort of your bed to get a rub for times like these. you swoop a dollop of rub before you meticulously lather the area, motioning your hand from north to south poles of the spot. your eyes flicker to him, checking for any hiss or a playful scowl.

as the cooling rub soaks into his skin, you had a playful thought that pranced into that mischievous mind of yours. your face inches away from the spot woth your lips pinched into an O, blowing wind onto the rubbed area to enhance the cooling effects. a smile creeped onto your face when he twitches.

a smile of accomplishment sits on your face like a trophy in its case. his back flexes before a grumble erupted between the volcano of pillows your boyfriend loves to shove his face in," this is why i get up before you."

his voice is somewhat rough but soft as his hands searches for his phone. you handed his phone from the counter. he sighs loudly as he checks his notifications from late in the night.

you can remember the times when you wished for your mornings to be peaceful like this. you remember how sad you were when you heard owen was absent and rumours stirred in the school about his whereabouts.

"i heard he went to korea."

"yeah, he hasn't been in school since last week. shelly has also transferred."

"transferred? oh right, she's probably in korea with her grandfather or something."

"im not suprised they both went to korea for high school. those two were always together. at this point, they should just date."

those rumours made your heart ache from the overwhelming notion that you missed your chance or, you never had one. owen was tunnel focused on shelly and anyone who approaches her. they were close and it's no doubt about their friendship but, you were jealous of her having his attention.

you spoke to the blonde back into high-school in a class without shelly and he was your partner. he wasn't the talking type and was a dickhead because he ignored you for texting shelly. then one day, he actually spoke to you without an attitude. you got closer to him and you two became more than classmates but frequent acquaintances before he left.

you longed for another chance and was down about your missed opportunity but when the news spread about his return, you couldn't miss it. it was rocky at first, mistakes were made and arguments constantly happened. he couldn't see how much you loved him til' you avert your attention to another man.

owen wasn't one was words but he had a lot to say when he stormed to the guy's apartment and demanded for you to hear him out. you were tried of giving chances and signs that were billboard sized with led lights shining on the layer of sliver armour of hurt from yearning over shelly since primary school days.

with improvements and his ego aside, he worked his way into your heart again. being the knight you wished for in secondary school. his upper body slip out from the covers with his signature chain dangling from his neck caught your attention.

his messy hair, crusty eyes with some dried drool at the corner from his lips. you laugh before patting his bed head,"breakfast?"

he nods,"get dressed. we are eating out this time."

#wind breaker x reader #wind breaker owen knight x reader #owen knight x reader

211 notes · View notes

hisredhysteria · 2 years

Note

HEYAA❕❕ i hope your having a good day, i was wondering if i could ask for some writing tips from you im thinking about starting a blog on my another account and i just need some tips to get started off and i know you have experience woth writing so will you mind for some writing tips?

thank you kindly❕❤️

This might sound odd, but I don't have much experience with writing actually! I've said before, I only really ever roleplayed... I've NEVER written fanfiction before this blog! I have taken creative writing classes ..but besides that, it's really all the experience I have! This account is purely for fun, I hope I make that clear so people don't expect too terribly much from me— I'm really so sorry. This advice is going to be coming from a completely selfish standpoint... but since you've asked...

My advice would be to write what you want-!

What I write comes from the heart and is what I want to see for the most part. If I want to see blood spill, I write about blood spilling. If I want to write about vomit, I'll write it and give a warning beforehand so readers know what to expect! I write what I experience, what I feel, and what I like. For the most part, my mindset is that If others want to read it, they will. I'm admittedly excited when they do because I love to be able to make others happy and I love feedback! BUT, if they don't want to read it, that's absolutely fine and I understand why. What or how I write is definitely not for everyone and I think many writers have this mindset, or should try to have this mindset so they don't become discouraged with their writing.

Another thing to me personally, I like characters to be within the realm of themselves.

I love the character for who they are no matter what and as such I want them to be as in character as I can possibly get, for my own selfish purposes. If I want to write Cutthroat reacting to someone with chronic nausea (yes, I'm using a personal example), I want what he's doing or saying within the situation to make sense. If that means he'd be frustrated by the reader not being able to do certain things, then so be it. I don't want to write him so that he accepts it if I personally think he wouldn't. This is why some requests can be a little hard for me.

To accomplish this,

I only write for characters I love. I won't be able to write for a character if I can't see myself in their shoes. I HAVE to feel a part of a character in myself and I have to put myself in that characters shoes. If I was Courier, would I click my tongue right now? Would I pull out my gun..? How would this situation affect me if I was Courier and had the same past he did? Would I feel abandoned? Betrayed? Would I even care at all?

I also try to remember that a character is human. As long as I'm writing a human character that is—

In anime, things might be a little blurred and yes if a character has some sort of ability that causes them to be overpowered ....I'll incorporate it into the writing because that's in character. However, I try to also incorporate human characteristics. For example, I don't personally see Courier as a lightweight, but I also don't see him as someone who drinks. By default though, I'd assume that if he doesn't drink a lot, he's at least in SOME WAY a lightweight. Same goes with witnessing murder happen. Most people haven't seen it...! Everyone must handle it differently, but I don't think a normal person would watch it happen and then just dismiss it, so I always try to add some kind of acknowledgement towards it if the reader is a normal person. By adding more human like characteristics, it makes the character more relatable or readable. Especially if a character is already super overpowered in certain aspects.

#I feel like I came off too serious #I PROMISE IM NOT THIS SERIOUS USUALLY #I don't know what to tag this #or if I should #writing #writing advice #writing tips

11 notes · View notes

funkymbtifiction · 3 years

Note

I recently got back into typing characters from a new fandom I got obsessed with and there is this character I think is an ENTP: he easily embraces new strategies on the go as old ones fail, but often referencing and repurposing old projects and patterns he’s familiar woth (Ne-Si). And he clearly displays the tertiary Fe: he uses it to manipulate people for his own ends (while at his most unhealthy) and to take care of the emotional needs of people he cares about and to try and unite people with contrasting views to unite for the greater good (while he’s at his most healthy and mature). He has also been naive and blind to manipulation himself put of a desire to be loved and appreciated.

But typing him made me realise a thing. Often NPs are described as somehow volatile and almost incapable of seeng a project through completion, which does not really sound like this character. He is reasonably goal-driven and very ambitious (I think he’s probably a 3w2), even though not in a long term masterplan Ni way, and he does have people working for him that can take care of the details and the actuation of his ideas. In canon he operates in a sort of accedemic setting, and honestly to me it makes sense that NTPs in such environments would be dedicated to their research topics and eager to succeed in such a competitive and hierarchical envirnment. It wpuld seem weird to think otherwise, considering NTPs have inventors and acedemics among their sterotypes. (I am an INTP and I am very familiar with rapidly getting bored with ideas and projects, but I also have academic ambitions myself and I’ve had a specific field of research in mindo for a long time and I’ve been working towards getting into a phd program for several years.)

So, the question is: am I mistiping the chacater or myself (I strongly doubt the latter though)? What is the difference between an ambitious NTP and the naturally more organised and goal oriented NTJs?

Your evidence supports ENTP 3, so go with it. ENPs are certainly capable of seeing projects through to the end, committing to them, and even working for years steadily to accomplish things. The difference is an ever-changing stream of consciousness and the ability to shift on a dime (taking on various projects over the years and varied interests -- like Elon Musk) or a singular vision. If a character fits the functions, they are that type, regardless of stereotypes.

(Not to toot my own horn, but I’m an ENFP and I’ve run this tumblr faithfully for 7 years, had a blog for over 12 years, have run a movie review website for 20 years, have had the same job as an editor for 17 years, and have written, rewritten, edited, and published over a dozen books since I was 17. So the “ENPs are flakes who never stick with anything long term” stereotype is rubbish.)

#question #entp

21 notes · View notes

mantissword · 5 years

Text

Accidental Sugar Baby Yuuri AU

Oh lord this is lateeeee. Sorryyyyy. I worked late today.

So anyways, I’ve seen some Sugar Baby Yuuris and Victors and trust me, love them. But. I find those Yuuris to be hella confident (all for it wear that confidence Yuuri you DESERVE IT).

So my favorite thing is to imagine Yuuri at his finest Yuuri, anxiety and all, ending up as an accidental sugar baby.

Yuuri lives in New York with his roommate phichit. Both are dancers at a prestigious ballet company (forgive my lack of research but it’s a good company). But even being accomplished dancers (I’m looking at you Principle Dansuer Yuuri), months can still be plenty tight. It’s New York. Idk. Bear with me for the sake of this fic. They’re not destitute but extra income would be nice.

Therefore Yuuri teaches ballet to younger classes and Pole dancing lessons with Phichit (you can take pole dancing Yuuri from my cold dead hands).

Enter Youngest Corporate CEO Victor Nikiforov who is being draaaagged to some ridiculous class by his best friend Christophe. “It’s not so much a class as much as it is an appreciation of art,” Chris explains with a wink. Victor rolls his eyes. He is a refined man (yeah OKAY VICTOR).

Or so he tries to remind himself when he his subjected to 5’8 of pure SIN on a POLE in barely there black shorts and good GOD a crop top. Gay God take him now. Victor makes no progress. As far as he gets is gripping the pole (god he wish it was a different one. Oh god he’s turned into Chris) so hard his knuckles are white and his hands have gone numb and oh mye god the most beatifful man in the world is looking st him and asking him a question?

Chris deems the class a success. Especially as he watches Victor try to string two words together once it’s over.

“Yuuri and Phichit are part of the local dance company.” Victor is Impressed “Wow! And you also find time to teach?” “Ah well. We have to keep the lights on somehow.”

Yuuri is mostly kidding. Victor does not know this and his desperate need to make sure this wonderful angel has everything he ever needs. He leaves somehow (thankfully) with Yuuris number.

Queue shenanigans of Victor “coincidentally” running into Yuuri nearly every day. Stopping by the studio on their dance class days (“All I’m saying is Yuuri he brings you coffee every Tuesday and Thursday without fail. I have yet to see a single coffee” “I’ll tell him your drink!” “Not what I’m getting at. But yes.”

It gets progressively worse (or better however you view it)

“I want to hire you for a corporate event! Corporate training!” “P-pole dancing? For a corporate training?!” “Of course! What’s your rate? Our budget is $10,000 for three classes.” Yuuri runs into the pole. It’s not all bad. He comes to woth brilliant blue eyes and strong hands cradling his face.

“Yuuri I was with Chris shopping and saw these sweaters and new you had to have them! You did say you can never get warm doing New York winters right?” (“Yuuri this is ARMANI” “should I say no thank you? Give them back?” “stop talking. Stop talking now.”)

They start going on little dates. Victor is so sweet. They get coffee. Go to cafes for lunch. Take Makk for walks (“YOU HAVE A DOG!!” Can yuuri be any more perfect victor wonders. Chris barely stops him from buying Yuuri a dog.)

“Oh victor you left a box at the studio when you dropped me off.” “I saw it and thought of you!” It’s a gorgeous slim fit watch. (Phichit sees Yuuri putting it on to go for a jog. Phichit immediately stops him. “You’re going to get yourself mugged you moron.”)

This goes on. Call it slow burn if you want but it’s pretty freaking obvious on all sides. Yuuri at this point is pretty sure Victor likes him. Yuuri just wishes he could give more than a home cooked meal or baked goods or little doodles. (Victor nearly dies woth each thoughtful personal gift)

“Yuuri our rent is paid. For the year. By victor. I just tried to pay the landlord.” “What?? That’s a mistake I’ll text him.” “...yeah he just accidentally paid our rent Yuuri are you an idiot.”

Until finally “so. Yuuri. You’re welcome for your Sugar Daddy.” Chris says when he victor and Yuuri share lunch. “Chris! It’s not like that!” “What?” Chris asks. “WHAT” Victor asks. Oh god have his gifts been so bad Yuuri is rejecting him??

“PHICHIT” Yuuri screams, slamming the apartment door behind him. “IM A SUGAR BABY.” “Yeah and I’m living my best life. So cheers!” Yuuri locks himself in his room and wails into a pillow.

AND IT ALL WORKS OUT GREAT AND EVERYONE LIVES HAPPILY EVER AFTER. yet again minimal angst. That’s a theme if y’all haven’t noticed.

#yoi #yuri on ice #yuri katsuki #yuuri katsuki #victor nikiforov #viktor nikirofov #victuri #victuuri #my aus #accidental sugar baby yuuri

41 notes · View notes

jiminsaidbitch · 4 years

Photo

His name is Taheiji Kamiyama. But no one really knows his given name, so he's stuck woth Mr. Kamiyama or Kaminski as his colleagues like to call him. Born 1913 in Yasuda, Yosete Akita and moved to Redding California in 1925 with his father for work. He became a scholar in 1934. His accomplishments in science gave him the ability to work as a scientist for research. Things were going swell for his journey of science until he died in 1939 from seven shots to the heart. He was murdered for his discoveries in physics which was stolen and taken credit for by four other men. His spirit currently haunts the nearby library. [That was alot to fucking write and calculate.] #hansart https://www.instagram.com/p/B4ij5sIjPfR/?igshid=148ctptbkhklh

#hansart

1 note · View note

nick-xftime · 5 years

Text

First reactions to Lover:

I forgot that you existed: WHY IS THIS MY BREAK UP SONG? I BROKE UP WITH MY EX OVER A YEAR AGO BUT I STILL REMEMBER THAT FIRST TIME I FORGOT ABOUT THEM AND HOW FREEING IT WAS SHUT UP... also the "sooo yeah" at the end of the song stop that miss swift

Cruel summer: the rhythm, the lyrics, I really enjoy this one but THE BRIDGE KILLED ME BECAUSE SHE WAS CRYING AT THE BACK OF A CAB WHEN YOU ARE DEUNK BECAUSE DHE DIDNT WANT TO KEEP SECRETS JUST TO KEEP HIM STOP THIS

The man: I LOVE THIS JUST FROM THE LYRICS WE GOT BUT IT MAKES ME FEEL SO POWERFUL?? But also kinda angry???? LIKE SHES SO RIGHT AND SHE SHOULD SAY IT AND I WILL SUPPORT HER. ALSO TAYLOR SWIFT TALKING ABOUT GETTING BITCHES AND MODELS REBLOG IF YOU AGREE

I think he knows: THE RYTHM IN THIS ONE IS LIKE AMAZING? A R T. ALSO THE NO ONE UNDERSTANDS IN THE PRE CHORUS REBLOG IF YOU AGREE. AND HOW SHE CHANGES IT FROM BOY I UDNERSTAND IN THE SECOND PREC CHORUS AND HOW SHE SAYS SHE UNDERSTANDS WHY HES OBSESSED WITH HER A MOOD.

Miss Americana & The heartbreak prince (aka the song I have been claiming for months): I love the whole vibe of the song? It’s weird but I feel like I KNOW this song? Like not the lyrics but the production and/or the instrumentation feels like something I know? Also the imagery of rumors being spread in a high school? Love that. Basically this songs feels like something I already know and love even if I just listened to it for the first time, 13/10 would choose to stan it again.

Paper rings: I- i didnt expect this? I thought it was gonna be another soft ballad?? But I love it? Her talking about meeting his friends and the comparison between when they first met and now she has read all the books on his beside? Love that for her. The chorus is really cute and we all know she loves shiny things but SHE WOULD MARRY HIM WOTH PAPER RINGS LOL IN CEYING. ALSO SHE WROTE ABOUT THAT WALL THEY PAINTED AND THE VODEO FEOM CIWYW AND IM CRYING AGAIN, THEY ARE SO IN LOVE. SHE HATES ACCIDENTS EXCEPT WHEN THEY WENT FROM FRIENDS TO THIS ME TOO TAYLOR ME TOO!

Cornelia street: HERES THE SOFT BALLAD I WAS EXPECTING BUT IT HAS LIKE A SAD AIR TO IT?? I WOULD NEVER ESLK CORNELIA STREET AGAIN YEP, IM CEYING A LITTLE BIT TAYLOR, I GET MYSTIFIED BY HOW THIS CITY SCREAMS YOUR NAME!!1!1!!1 SACRED NEW BEGINNINGS THAT BECAME MY RELIGION, I LOVE LOVE AND I LOVE THAT SHES SO IN LOVE

Death by a thousand cuts: REMEMBER WHEN I SAID THAT I FORGOT THAT YOU EXISTED WAS MY BREAK UP SONG FOR MY EX? WELL APPARENTLY YOU CAN STILL RELATE TO A SUPER SAD BREAK UP SONG AND CRY A LOT TO IT EVEN IF YOU THINK/ARE OVER IT! I really love it tho, it really puts you in that place of heartbreak and having to act like you’re okay and like you’re tough when in reality all you want/need is to cry alone in your bedroom

London boy: that recording is a mood? Okay the production on this album is killing me @ taylor how is this so cool? THEY SAY HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS BUT GOD I LOVE THE ENGLISH SHUT UP I LOVE HER. This is really cute and gorgeous 2.0 I love it 13/10 would love to find a London boy and dedicate this to (?)

Soon you’ll get better: I don’t have the words for this one, it’s just heartbreaking to know the whole family had to go through this and to know so many families go through the same stuff, it was really difficult for me and I can’t begin to imagine how difficult it must have been to write and record this, I love you Taylor, I love Andrea and I send you both the biggest hugs

False god: it’s not really my type of song but it’s still really amazing and the religious imagery compared with their relationship is really well done

Afterglow: this one hits closer to home. "I lived like an island, punished you in silence, went off like sirens, just crying" literally me in my last relationship, @ ex I was shitty too and I’m sorry!

It’s nice to have a friend: IT IS NICE TO HAVE A FRIEND and this is a cute short song and I like it very much, it’s really soothing to me??

Daylight: MY LOVE WAS AS CRUEL AS THE CITIES I LIVED IN. I WOUNDED THE GOOD AND TRUSTED THE WICKED. I ONLY SEE DAYLIGHT. I ONCE BELIEVED LOVE WOULD BE BURNING RED BUT IT IS GOLDEN SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP RED PROLOGUE STANS WE ARE IN THIS TOGETHER SHE FOUND THE LOVE THST SHINES GOLDEN LIKE DAYLIGHT!!! THAT RECORDING ST THE END I ESNNS BE DEFINED BY THE THINGS THST I LOVE... I JUSR RHINK THAT YOU SRE WHAT YOU LVOE!!! I LOVE YOU MISS TSYLLR SWIFR AND YOUR MUSIC AND YOU AND YOUR MUSIC ARE FOREVER A PART OF ME!

In conclusion, I love this album, IT IS the healthier option, I’m so happy she’s this happy and in love, and I’m really proud of everything she has accomplished with it! Like all the songs sound amazing together but I also feel like they could all be like singles?

@taylorswift i love you, thank you

#taylor swift #lover #lover album #lover first listen #taylurking #ts #taylor #swift

2 notes · View notes

charged-to-be-free · 5 years

Note

borage + campanula

How courageous is your muse in general? What limits do they have to their courage? Are there any situations that will give them more courage than they normally would have?

Megatron is personally a very courageous mech. Some say it's just the way he was created. His limis are unknown given that he accomplished many great things in his life despite his horrible experiences as both former miner and gladiator. Even during the maches he liked giving his own terms, not caring about him being hurt again. He never once backed off from anything he believed was right.

However, once he'd learne that his actions were affecting other in the wrong way, he'd stop immediately.

What is your muse grateful for in life?

Everything. Literally everything. He belives that life is a great gift that should be protected and enjoyed as much as possible. If anyone was to take this gift away from anyone, they're not woth keeping it themselves.

#ask #answered #towarspeace #ask meme

1 note · View note

ghostiedoesherbest · 5 years

Text

Space Husbands

This is what I will be doing for February. Posting fluffy and/or smutty fics. If you were expecting anything better then obviously you haven't seen my main blog.

It had been a long yet fulfilling day for Mateo. He had been working nonstop since the end of the war. He couldn't even enjoy his own wedding because there was so much work to be done. He hadn't even seen his husband outside of the bedroom and there hadn't been much talking when they were both bone tired. Mateo had taken it upon himself to rework the education system to lighten Lotor's load.

At first he was met with resistance since they had such a harsh system for over 10,000 years. It was like pulling teeth to get some of them to admit that while the current framework was effective, it wasn't great for the mental state of some of the softer students. They didn't have as much need for such a militaristic lifestyle anymore and that was a tough adjustment to make.

Lotor had the harder job because he had to oversee everything. He loved being able to live on the home of his forefathers but right now he wanted to resurrect his parents and strangle them for royally fucking everyone over. The fight to end the slave trade was beginning to make him want to murder his advisors. They were slimy nobles that thought they could manipulate Lotor because he was "softer" than his father. They had the audacity to start pressuring Lotor to birth an heir when neither he nor Mateo were ready for children.

Mateo had been shocked to learn that the Galra had the technology to allow same sex couples to have biological children. However he was content just to have his scaly baby, Toby, not feeling like his life was stable enough for a child that needed constant care. Lotor had respected his decision, understanding that Mateo wanted to have time to give their child the love that they would need. And they would be loved, make no mistake.

Mateo had finally gotten around to teaching his first class of students and they were all starry eyed to see the Emperor's husband teaching their class. They adored the white patches all over his fur, one child even gifted him with flowers that now rested proudly on his desk. According to Lotor, the way vitiligo affected his pigmentation made him beautiful and exotic to the Galra, since most of them came in varying shades of purple and blue. To Lotor, Mateo appeared to have had his body worshipped by star light. This obviously flattered Mateo who had always had his skin condition treated as such a negative thing. No one had been able to find the beauty in it aside from his mother, rest her soul.

Now, all Mateo wanted to do was to lie face down in his big fancy bed and sleep for the entire weekend. That was the plan until he woke the pleasurable sensation of a tongue on his back. At first, he thought it was part of a nice dream until he felt familiar run over his chest as that rough tongue traced his spine. He shuddered violently at the feeling, biting his lip to hold in the moan building in his throat. His chest vibrated with contented purrs and another set of purrs joined his.

"You could have at least woken me up," he sighed as the hands on his chest moved lower to massage his stomach.

Lotor let out a throaty chuckle, "But you looked so peaceful. I could not bring myself to interrupt your pleasant dreams."

"Then what do you call this?" Mateo asked as he covered Lotor's hands with his own, bringing one up to kiss the palm the way he knew his husband loved.

The Emperor let out a ragged breath, "Spoiling you as I promised." There was a sharp intake of air Mateo ran his tongue along Lotor's hand, all the way to his middled finger that he took into his mouth with a mischievous smirk. The other hand had moved to his hip, pulling it back until it rested against Lotor's. Mateo played into this and rolled his hips backwards, causing a deep growl to cut through Lotor's purring.

Lotor leaned down to lick and nip at the back of Mateo's neck, earning a sharp gasp, the feel of those fangs lightly scraping against his skin sending heat south. "Oh, how I have missed you," he sighed, kissing Mateo's cheek as he helped him remove his now wrinkled shirt.

Before he could return to that sinfully tempting back, Mateo grabbed Lotor by the neck and dragged him down into a deep kiss, tongues battling for dominance until Mateo finally won as Lotor whimpered in pleasure. When they pulled away, Lotor was breathing heavily, frustrated that his kisses always left him flustered. Mateo smirked amusement before returning to his previous position and wiggled his rear tauntingly.

Lotor growled playfully and yanked Mateo's pants down to his knees, eyes gleaming woth unspoken promises as he took in his spouse's quivering form. Lotor trailed his tongue down from Mateo's neck to the cleft of his ass, stopping to nip in places that made his back arch in pleasure. Mateo balled the sheets in tight fists as he felt large hands spread him open and warm breaths fan over his entrance.

"Lotor!" He gasped.

"Shh, Starlight. Let me taste you," Lotor purred before flicking the tip of his tongue against Mateo' entrance. The half human hybrid moaned and shifted his hips to get closer, inviting his spouse to indulge in what he desired. Who was Lotor to disobey? He pressed his tongue flat against his entranced and teasingly dipped his tongue im for mere moments before taking it out. He reached around and gentlu traced his nails along Mateo's member causing the young man to arch his back in pleasure.

"Keep teasing and I'll get the vibrator," Mateo growled, pressing his forehead against the cool satin pillows.

"Do not tempt me Starlight," Lotor retorted with his own growl, growing impatient as well. Lotor leaned over Mateo's back and retrieved a container of lubricant jelly from his nightstand drawer. Mateo had gained a certain affinity for the squishy cubes in their escapades.

Lotor took one out of the container and squeezed it firmly between his fingers before gently pressing against Mateo's entrance. It quivered as Lotor dutifully worked to get the cube to rest within his spouse, rubbing his stomach when it finally slipped inside.

The lubrication cubes were a neat little invention of Lotor's own creation. They were to go inside the body cool before expanding to fill the passage as it was exposed to the body's heat before melting, leaving Mateo well prepared for Lotor in mere minutes. Of course, it was a very stimulating experience for Mateo and arousing for Lotor to watch his partner squirm from the sensation of something that he'd made specifically for their pleasure. It did all of the work for him and yet he felt like he accomplished this feat himself because in a way he had.

By the time the cube melted, Mateo was a panting mess, almost sobbing for his release. Lotor was all to willing to give it to him as he shed his own clothes in annoyance of their presence. He pressed against Mateo, hissing at the the sensation of their skin finally making contact before guiding himself into the twitching entrance. No matter how many times they joined, it always felt like the first time to Lotor.

Correction, their first time had been full of fumbling fingers and heated kisses but it felt like Lotor had wanted their first time to go. Lotor didn't even get the tio in before Mateo began to tighten around him. He had to put his hands behind his back and squeeze his arms to ground himself. That effort was for nought as Mateo rolled his hips and seated himself fully on Lotor's dick.

"Oh Lotor!" He moaned, arching his back and curling his toes. He yelped when a large hand connected with his ass with an echoing clap. Lotor was breathing heavily to maintain some semblance of control. "That was a dirty move, Starlight."

"What are you gonna do about it Emperor?" Mateo taunted as he wiggled his hips the way Lotor liked, earning a deep growl from his husband.

Lotor responded worh a harsh thrust, setting a brutal pace that caught Mateo completely off guard. Lotor had never been one to go fast and hard, preferring to savor the intimacy of the act rather rush his release but there was no way Mateo was going to complain. Lotoe was bent over his back like, snapping his hips with increased fervour. Mateo could feel homself getting close and he welcomed the release.

Only for him to whine when Lotor slowed to almost a snail's pace with softer thrusts. Lotor raked his tongue over his ear before whispering, "You cum when I feel you have repented." Woth that he sped up again and Mateo welcomed the change of pace, feeling himself nearing the edge once again before Lptor slowed. They continued this way, trying to see who could outlast the other.

It was a tough battle and neither was willing to give in. It wasn't until Lotor's knot began to swell, catching on Mateo's entrance did one of then finally break, "I'm sorry! Forgive me my Emperor!"

Lotor gave a rough chuckle, "Excellent." Mateo thanked him over and over as he sped up once more, allowing Mateo to finish with a loud cry while he continued to pound him into the mattress to meet his own completion as his knot swelled.

Lotor held Mateo to his chest, never slipping out of him as he rolled to allow Mateo to lay on his chest. They were both breathing as though they'd run a marathon and they enjoyed the feeling of each other twitching every now and again in post-coital bliss. Mateo sighed in contentment, "We haven't had this much fun since our wedding night."

Lotor ran his nose along the scar on Mateo's neck in remembrance of that night. "Indeed, I look forward to surpassing that night."

Mateo furrowed his brows at Lotor, "Lotor I have to talk to your advisors tomorrow.

"Not anymore. It appears that you have become ill and need my tender care, so we will not be able to make an appearance," Lotor fave him a mischievous grin as they settled down for the night. "Rest, my Starlight. You must think of your health afterall."

Mateo chuckled at his husband's absurdity but obeyed nonetheless, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

Tag List: @starfaring-princelotor @motheroflittlelions @fandomsoffeelings@done-with-your-shit-shirogane @kirahhhh @legendofcarl @lotor-for-emperor@marvelheaux @yanderemommabean @lotorrential @planet-jumping-warrior

#welcome to the lotor deserves better coalition #lotor x oc #lotor imagine #prince lotor imagine #prince lotor #lotor #mateo #mateo mcclain #lemon #let the boys be happy #ruling an empire is stressful business #this is my first smut #i hope you can't tell that I've never had sex before #hope i did good

26 notes · View notes

imaginationssz · 5 years

Text

The sister [Harry]

Tbh I felt bad for not making any HP imagine with the Golden Boy. Soooo, here I am.

Masterlist

Pairing: Harry Potter x reader

Summary: being the little sister of Draco and liking the Golden Boy is not necessarily well seen by your brother

Genre: fluff

Words: 1.02 k

Enjoy :)

You have a crush on the Golden Boy. Oh, yeah! Surprise, surprise. Who doesn't?

Maybe if you were a Gryffindor you would have much more confidence in your chances of being with the guy that you like. But you weren't a Gryffindor. You were a Slytherin, and no any Slytherin; a Malfoy, Draco's little sister.

Being the youngest Malfoy child and having a crush on a Potter wasn't necessary welcomed by your family, especially your big brother, Draco.

It was one of those days in which you have double classes of Potions with the Gryffindors. You took a sit in the place you usually sit and smiled and waved at your friends, Hermione and Ron that were arguing about something about the potions. The eventually waved back. Those two. You loved them for the fact that they were so cute together. You saw Harry in the front of the class talking with Snape. Your heart just skipped a beat when you saw him. When he finished talking he came back to his friends. As he passed by you you mumbled a "Hello!" But than showed off your great smile.

He kept walking and than he stopped in place not knowing if it would be better to continue walking or to turn around. He that took the second opinion. He turned and said "Did you said something?" with a look of curiosity on his face.

'Oh, shut!" You didn't prepare for that. "I... Me? No. I... Just... Well, maybe.. " Your voice lowered with every word you said. It wasn't like you to do something like that. You were a Malfoy, after all. But you couldn't help it. When you looked in his beautiful eyes you couldn't remember what was your name.

"Well... Hello..." He said looking straight at your face as if he was trying to see past it. "You're Y/N, right?" He said with a sweet smile on his beautiful lips.

"You... You know my name?" You said, not knowing what to do now. You though he didn't know you. Why would he?

"Give me a reason not to." He said with a wink, accomplished by a smirk as he walked off. You smiled at yourself for that. He knows your name. That's something, right?

The sit next to you was suddenly taken and as you turned your head, you saw your big brother looking like he was about to rip your head. The normal Malfoy attitude came back at you.

"What's yo problem, bro?" You asked him with a smirk.

"MY!? My problem? Oooh, young lady, you are playing a dangerous game, here. Potter? Really?" He said looking at you dead in the eyes.

"What do you mean with that?" You said like you didn't know anything.

At that point you could see smoke coming out of your brother's ears. "What do I...?" He than suddenly calmed himself down and looked you straight in the face. "I mean that I don't want you to be with that Potter boy." He pronounced the last two words as if it was some kind of disease.

He did not just told you that...

///

Days passes by after your brother told you to not see Harry anymore. It was actually annoying. You had a lot of classes together and he was there waving hello at you or smiling at you and all you could do was to look somewhere else or to pretend that you were reading something in your book.

It was cruel, but you knew that if you would talk more with Harry, your brother would come out of nowhere and somehow shove him away. And you knew that didn't work well. It never does.

It hurted you to see him looking at you like you dissapointed him and every time, he didn't understand what happened to that sweet girl that he has been flirting with.

///

You were walking to the dormitory one day when someone dragged you into an empty room. You tried to fight back and to free yourself from the grip.

"Y/N, it's me, Harry." You calmed down fast and tried to calmed down your breath. Your heart started beating faster as if it was about to break your bones and to jump out of your chest at the feeling of his hand on your mouth.

He released you from the grip and spun you around to face him. When you locked eyes woth him, you felt like your knees started shaking.

He moved further from you and rested his back on the wall. "You know, it's not nice to have a boy in love with you and you to give him fake chances."

He... Did she just said he's in love with you? That means he...

"Wait a minute!" You said as your mind gripped tight to the words "a boy in love with you".

"Do... Do you...?" You said mumbling, unable to find your words.

"Yes! On Merlin's Beard! Of course I love you. I tried to tell you so many times but you just ignored me. I tried to tell you how I felt for the last few months. I..." He suddenly stopped and looked you in the eyes. His beautiful eyes looked like they glowed. He took your small face in his hands and pressed his lips firmly on your lips. He opened and closed his lips until you couldn't fight anymore and gave in. Your lips moved in the same motion as if they were ment for each other.

"I love you, Harry Potter." You said breathless when your lips separated. You leaned in for another kiss.

"Oh, now look who is looking for attention..." He said in a teasing way. He laughed and showed his white teeth. You hit his chest playfully. He than lowered his head and pressed his lips on your lips.

–––––

Hi! It's me, again. It's a new one with Harry. Hope you like it. Please request new ones.

4 notes · View notes

susitalism · 6 years

Text

(🔩) "So, why exactly are you here on the planet you just tried to invade?" Susie had already nearly finished the coffee she had made for herself, whereas Francisca was just beginning woth her iced brew.

(🌨)"You do realize I could ask you the same question, right?"

(🔩) Susie didn't want to bother with the full explanation. Francisca wouldn't believe it. She herself hardly believed it.

"It grew on me. You're dodging the question."

(🌨) "Well, we were sent on a peace mission from Jambandra. To apologize and try to get Popstar on our side."

(🔩) "And you expect to accomplish that how, exactly?"

(🌨) Francisca shrugged. "The instructions were vague. Unfortunately, we're still working under that ancient loon."

(🔩) Susie could only assume she was talking about the one she knew as Hyness. Stories often called him immortal but Susie still didn't believe it. She also knew that while Francisca had been dragged into her job by her sisters (particularly Flamberge) unwillingly, her alliances still likely laid with Hyness.

"So, the others are here, too?"

(🌨) Francisca nodded as she took a sip of her coffee. "Indeed. I was sent to greet because the others figured I would be best to deal with such a cold-hearted one as you."

(🔩) Susie had to stifle a giggle at that. Look who's talking, Fran.

"So, that's all?"

(🌨) "Yes. Do you mind if I take this coffee with me? It's better than any Jambandran brand."

(🔩) "You can take it. I'll have some workers escort you out."

(🌨) "Very well. Jambuhbye, Susanna."

(🔩) "Goodbye."

Three Haltworkers scuttered in and led Francisca back out of the mansion. A few minutes later, Susie washed out her cup.

"Phoebe, open the elevator to the bunker."

A quiet sliding noise came from inside the fridge. Susie waited a few moments before opening the door and stepping inside. It took her down hundreds of feet beneath her house and let her out in a large room which was filled mostly with the parts of old HWC weapons and troops. However, the main feature of the room was a computer terminal which lit up several seconds after Susie stepped into the room.

Without her half-sisters and likely in political turmoil, Jambandra was as defenseless as it would get. She had to get the order out before Zan Partizanne was near enough to detect the computer's electrical signals. Without hesitation, she pushed Jambandra's real doomsday button.

The orders were sent and would reach the desired site in about a week. When it finished being rebuilt, Access Ark was going to go on one last field day.

#Jamily Drama Event #ic #((SORRY for the delay))#((one more drabble and then i'll start doing threads))

1 note · View note