#he does not have feet simply because i didn't know how to draw them and i have no time to lears

[pilwsy]

a panel redraw from amazing spider-man #332. the dad instincts were already kicking in even before carnage. i wish i had time for more detail but i'm almost late for work(again)

#rambles #symbruary #instinct #he does not have feet simply because i didn't know how to draw them and i have no time to lears #starting to think that making a piece of art every day for a month might be an unrealistic goal hmmm #this took me like 5 hours???? #that can't be right but thats the math folks #i have to go to work in 15 minutes✌️

[arkhammaid]

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ REUNION AND REINTEGRATION.

fandom. honkai star rail

pairing. jing yuan x fem!reader

content warnings. fluff & nsfw, MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, heavily inspired by this fanart, general!jing yuan coming home from war, husband!jing yuan, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, jing yuan calls you petnames (rose, wife, etc.), not edited/proofread

word count. 1.6k

notes. the moment i saw this art, i went feral and knew i had to write smth... i didn't think it would take me so long, very sorry about that ;-; if the ending is a bit choppy, no it's not!! (i couldn't give it a proper ending without banging my head against the table, pls don't hate me for that aisudhfisdh)

It’s already past midnight, when you hear how someone enters the Estate, lightning up the long hallway. You rise from the sofa, book abandoned, while you pull the light blanket over your shoulders. 

Your naked feet leave no sound as you walk towards the light, towards the man who finally came home. He greets you with a soft but tired smile, uniform still pristine and the massive coat protecting the white cloth from any dirt. 

“General,” you greet him with a teasing smile, leaning on the doorway while you watch how he slips out of his black boots, made out of the finest leather— as a man of his rank deserves. 

“Wife,” he greets you back, the grumbling voice making you pleasantly shudder. He smirks at your reaction, of course he does, eyes lightening up and brightening the whole face of this beautiful man. The man who is yours, General Jing Yuan, your husband returning to your waiting arms. 

“Let me,” you ask, stepping near to take off his heavy coat, rimmed with black fur and decorating stitches on the back. Once you’ve taken it from his shoulders, his uniform is revealed to you, the very uniform you’ve clothed him in when he left you to go to war. 

All his badges and cords are on their right place, setting an example of what a commander should look like, and yet he doesn’t utter a single word of complaint when you gesture him to follow you to your bedroom, where you would remove them piece by piece. 

His uniform is his armor, shielding his mind and heart from death and misery, and once he’s finally home, he can shed said armor, revealing vulnerable skin and muscle. He only does this at home, the safest place he knows, because you’re here, waiting for him to return. 

With keen eyes he follows how you move around in the bedroom, carry over the coffer which usually holds all of his military badges and start to take them off with the utmost care. You do your duty silently but gladly, your heart filled with happiness now that your husband is finally back home. And Jing Yuan watches you with a smile on his face, his tensing shoulders slowly slacking and lowering the longer you’re near him. 

The soft smell of roses clings onto your hair, freshly washed and still a bit damp. Your skin seems to glow beneath the creams and serums you always put on, while the rest of your body is hidden behind your nightgown and the thin blanket that still clings onto your shoulders. 

You just pinned the last badge in the cushion of the coffer, when suddenly Jing Yuan takes your face in his hands, still in the fiery red gloves, to draw you close. Your breath hitches and you have to climb on his lap, hold yourself on his strong arms to find your balance. He doesn’t care, nuzzling you and peppering you with featherlight kisses, murmuring how much he missed you. 

“My sweet, beautiful rose,” he murmurs close to your right ear, immediately dipping his head to claim your neck with his lips, teeth gently scraping over your skin while you shudder in his arms. 

“Do you know how much I love you?,” Jing Yuan asks you, only to press his lips onto yours, gentle and sweet, while pulling you closer. You try to protest, still mindful of what he wears— you didn’t want to have to wash his uniform simply because the two of you were not careful enough. 

“Jing Yuan,” you whisper against his lips, eyes already lidded while you lean onto his touch. “Your uniform–,” you try, only for him to shush you with a forceful kiss. It makes your mind spin, to suddenly have him so close again, so close and so much of him, his scent and his body enclosing yours. 

“As if my uniform is more important to you than your husband,” he teases you, fully knowing how you would flush at the needled teasing, eyes wide and oh so pleading. “Don’t mind me, dear, I shall help you to take my uniform off. Four hands are faster than two.” 

And so you slid from his lap, lips red and hands trembling when you stand again, your husband following your action. A sly smirk is on his face when you start to remove the golden cords, start to unclasp his decorative belt, as well his sword belt. With a shaky exhale you also open his garter belt, his thigh muscles hard beneath your warm hands— oh how you wanted to ravish him, tumble into the marriage bed as you’ve done many times. You wanted to kiss and mark him, cling onto him while ruining his oh so perfect hair, all while he would pound into you and make you scream—

A chuckle rips you out of your thoughts and you immediately duck your head, but it has no use. Jing Yuan can only guess what filthy thoughts just crossed your mind and by that growing tent in his white pants, he approves. Your fingers skim over it, light and teasing, and the way he buckles his hips closer to you— a gasp leaves your mouth when he lifts you suddenly and almost throws you on the bed, patience running thin the way he shrugs off his pants, no longer caring for his uniform. 

The upper part of the pristine white clothing follows, the metal, worked into the cloth, clanking on the floor the moment he drops it. He kneels on the bed, his thigh muscles clenching and it leaves you thirsty. The way he moves, almost prowles, dangerous and seductive, a predator on his hunt. 

His undershirt follows, you’re pretty sure there is some ripping but you no longer focus on the clothes— no, now you only focus on him, muscles taunt, eyes glinting, his whole focus on you. 

Almost subconsciously you crawl to your usual place, in the middle of the giant bed, amidst a massive amount of pillows. You start to shrug off your nightgown, the thin blanket long forgotten on the floor, while Jing Yuan frees himself of his last restrictions. He helps you in the end, truly ripping the sheer cloth of your nightgown, making you shudder beneath him. 

“Hello, wife,” he greets you, once you're naked just as he is, his breath brushing over your stomach up towards your breasts, a breathless moan escaping your lips when his hands follow. You mumble a greeting back, feeling shy thanks to his intense stare, but he doesn’t mind. 

Not when you’re here, beneath him, naked and ready to be ravished. 

Oh, you are, readily spreading your legs, parting them to give way to him. You’re already wet for him, folds glistening as he brushes his fingers against your clit. Leaning back, you watch how Jing Yuan continues, slowly dipping the tip of his finger in your cunt, leaving you wanting. He knows what you want, try to urge him closer, but he only hums and leans his head on your thigh. With unblinking eyes he stares at you, the intense gaze making you blush. 

“You’re so beautiful, do you know that? Beautiful and mine,” he murmurs and then presses a kiss on your skin, hands cupping the back of your knees. Peppering more kisses on your skin, closer and closer—

And when he finally licks a board stripe between your legs, you try to hold back the moan, only to fail when he gently sucks at your clit.  

With your head thrown back and hands in his hair, Jing Yuan ravishes you, slurping you up while keeping your legs wide open. He has always been talented with his tongue, but today you’re especially sensitive, having been separated for far too long. It makes you cum faster than you wished, the orgasm knocking the air out of your lungs and your thighs shudder. 

His kiss brings you back to your senses, his warm body shielding yours, hands wandering and circling across your skin. Long ago you’ve lost your embarrassment when he kisses you with that tangy taste on his lips, only moaning when he pries your own open with his tongue. A choked whine leaves your lips when two of his fingers finally slip into you, preparing you for his cock. 

And when he finally does, hips draw to yours, filling you, making you choke on nothing, you cry out. Tears gather in your eyes, overwhelmed with Jing Yuan being finally in you again, overwhelmed with all the attention and loves he gives you— simply overwhelmed. 

Clinging onto him, you gasp and moan, scream his name, while his hips work against yours, his strong thighs holding his body up and preventing you from being crushed. Being in his embrace fulfills you, makes your daydreams come true once again, and you let him know. 

The moans, the gasps, the screams, it makes Jing Yuan shudder in your arms, greedy lips taking any skin you’re offering, fingertips leaving traces, everything to mark you as his. His wife, his love, his rose, you’re his. 

And he’s yours, your husband and general, the man you love and how you love him. 

You love him so much that you don’t complain when he simply sags against you, completely spent when he cums inside you, while your cunt tightens around his cock. You only grumble a bit, mind still hazy with another incredible orgasm he just gave you. 

But he rolls off you, not minding the mess he made out of the sheets and you, wrapping his arms around your warm body and pulling you close. You snuggle against him, head on his chest, heart and mind relieved that he’s finally home again. 

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[asksidon]

A bit of a more funny prompt, but what if Sidon wasn’t paying attention while swimming and gets caught but a fishing hook, and returns to his SO all embarassed and pouty because Bazz and others couldn’t stop giggling when he asked for help, so he begrudgingly goes to SO for help. Big pouty fish man UwU

As Sidon approaches you, you hear something dragging in the grass behind him. He has an uncharacteristic, forlorn look on his face that you've never seen before as you realize he is pulling along a fishing rod, because it is attached to his belt, just above his... oh.

Sidon cannot bring himself to make eye contact with you as he draws nearer, and you ask, "My prince, what has happened to you? Do you need some help?"

Sidon stops a few feet from you and continues to look at the ground. "Oh, Y/N. It's the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me." His face reflects the truth of his words, and you place your hand gently on his arm. "Tell me about it," you say. "I promise I won't laugh."

"You wouldn't?" He looks up at you. "Everyone else did. Even Bazz, who is usually stone-faced." He gives a sigh. "Even he couldn't hold back a chuckle at how ridiculous I looked, trying to swim up a waterfall with a . . . with this . . . stuck just above my . . . oh, it's too embarrassing. I didn't even realize it was there at first. I don't know when it got there, and I'm lucky it didn't pierce . . . I don't think I can even let you try to help. I'll just go to my chambers and try--"

"Please don't be that way, my prince," you say. "You might hurt yourself. You can't see it well, considering where it is. Let me try to get it out for you. Who would leave something like this lying around?" He turns so that you can work the hook from his belt, which does not take long at all. You're glad it has not pierced his beautiful skin or hurt him, as well. "That's terribly irresponsible. You don't think it could have been another Zora, do you?" you wonder. Not that it matters now, but you can't help but feel curious.

"I don't know. Perhaps someone simply forgot about it and left it behind. I'm glad you're here, Y/N." He seems to feel soothed by your response. You see his shoulders relax once you get the hook out. You offer the fishing rod to him, but he shakes his head. "You keep it, Y/N. I remember you telling me that you were looking for a decent one. I can't say how quality it is, but at least you needn't spend your hard-earned rupees on it. And it is safer in your hands."

He turned to look longingly at the lake in the distance. "How long do you suppose it will take them all to forget about it?"

"I wouldn't worry about it too much, sweet prince." You have to go easy on the names of endearment in public, but it seems safe here. You tuck the fishing rod against a tree for the moment. "I bet they've all done silly things, too. They just might have had the luxury of not doing them in public." You're not used to this role with him, reassuring him, for once. It's nice to have the tables turned once in a while, but you wonder if you're doing it well enough.

He answers your unspoken question when he turns to look at you and pulls you into a hug. "Thank you, Y/N. I don't know what I'd do without you."

#sidon x reader #vulnerability #here it is 8 years later lol #sorry this one took so long

[demeterdefence]

Can we talk about how last chapter Persephone had that moment with her past self saying she'd protect her, protect herself... and then this new chapter didn't have her do anything at all except stand there. She has ONE line protesting apollo's plan and then shuts down. Everyone else is arguing for her. And like, I don't have a problem with people protecting her but. As a story it's hard to take it seriously when she has this big moment saying she'll protect herself and then nothing comes of it. She also only has SIX lines this whole chapter, and 4 of those are after leaving the press conference with Hera.

god yeah i was already so disgruntled over the "i will always protect you" thing because we KNEW it was just more classic "therapy speak" tacked on for some kind of semblance of girl power, but the next part really does just seal it in doesn't it

like i'm sorry, but persephone telling her younger self she'll "always protect you" is a lie front to back because persephone has not and likely will not do anything to address what happened to her, she has done nothing to bring her rapist to justice, she won't even let other people deal with him so the whole scene is just this random facade of girl power that is anything but. and then we dive into the actual mess of it and like

absolutely unrelated but i love how rachel cannot draw feet facing forward she has to draw them from the side so we have this anatomy twister anyways

the warning ahead of the chapter said "manipulation that causes psychological distress" so couple that with the "i will always protect you" from last chapter, you have either persephone realizing how wholly out of her depth she is at doing that, or you have rachel thinking this is? somehow protective?

like okay it's cool you're angry i guess so are you going to do anything about it? are you going to tell all the people watching live that apollo is a rapist? are you going to point to any of the many gods milling around who know what happened (hermes, for example) and say "hey, these guys can vouch for me that apollo is a predator, he has hurt me before and i have good reason to suspect he's trying to do so again."

classic copy paste of panels to meet the panel count but also two former love interests of persephone get to be the one to point out the logical fallacy! interesting!

i forgot about that stupid drill lol but yeah that sure looks like protecting nineteen year old persephone i guess

and i'm not trying to be coy or nitpicky because again, we are talking about facing a rapist who has caused unimaginable damage and it's very easy for people who haven't gone through that to say "just say something persephone!!!" so my frustration isn't necessarily with persephone herself, it's rachel insisting in the narrative that persephone is healed and getting better and stronger and then failing all across the board to show it. it's rachel having hera come in at the last second to save persephone, while the male admirers in persephone's life fight the male abuser. and it's downright insulting that all the times persephone has had a quote unquote "girlboss moment" it's when she's bullying lesser beings or those who simply cannot defend themselves against her. when she's up against a force that frightens her or is stronger than her, she lets other people do the work. it's just so absolutely disrespectful to abuse victims, to the concept of abuse, and to the idea that persephone is protecting anyone, least of all herself.

#answered #anti lo #anti lore olympus #abuse ment / #assault ment / #rereading this chapter to get my evidence and wow the mess is just lying out there #like u really live like this rachel? #like i WANT the scene to WORK #i want her to protect herself!!! #but she's got to do the work! she's got to face the monsters!!! #thank u so much for the ask once again i am fighting rachel at dawn

[echoedcrosshairs]

His Queen ~ Boba Fett x F Force User Reader

Summary: You and Boba use to be a thing before he fell into the Sarlacc pit and since returning he hasn’t reached out so you decided to make the first move to see if the flame still burns.

Warnings: smut, mild talk of violence, unprotected sex, PiV, dirty talk, gloved fingering (f), creampie, age gap if you squint, cockwarming, exhibitionism, jealousy, mild breeding kink if you squint, possession if you squint, regret, helmet kink, dom/sub/switch play

Word count: 6.2k

You leaned back into the large throne noting that it needed some serious pillows and padding. Two Gamorrean guards walked in with their weapons draw advancing towards you. Your lips curled in annoyance but you allowed them to come to the edge of the throne before extending your hand and making one fall before you used him as a foot rest.

"Make yourself useful, get me something to eat and tell the Great Daimyo that The Queen is here," you purred making yourself as comfortable as possible.

The other guard ran off and the one under you stayed still, it's probably been a long time since they seen a force user let alone a women who wields it like a weapon. You're kind trailed off remembering Boba and how long it had been, anger trying to boil over that he survived and didn't try to contact you or even let you know. You tilted your head back against the throne assuming the other one wasn't coming back with food. The quiet foots drew you out of your memories, you looked up to see a woman with a bright orange helmet pointing a rifle at you. You rolled your eyes but then you saw the dull shine of green beskar approaching. Your heart fluttered but you restrained yourself to keep from jumping up.

"How does my milady like the throne?" He said helmeted taking the knee before you, his hand motioning for the woman to lower her blaster, "Does the Queen request a tour?"

"New pet?" you said eyeing the woman with annoyance, she was a little older then you but definitely his type.

"No, my body guard and dear friend."

"You? Need a body guard? Tsk. Fine you may rise," you said with a small smile pulling your feet off the guard, "I am simply known as The Queen," you said offering a small courtesy to the woman, "You are?"

"Fennec Shand."

Boba walked up and took your arm in his, "You didn't answer the question about the throne," he teased.

"Pillows, lots and lots of pillows."

"Why do they call you The Queen?" Fennec asked curiously following several paces behind both of you.

"I am kind yet cruel, authoritative yet yielding, and because of this," you said moving a finger bending her rifle chamber up and then straightening it.

"A force user?" She said looking at her rifle.

"One of her many talents," Boba chipped in, "Quiet the bounty hunter, gave me a run for my credits time to time." 

"And thankfully you decided I was benevolent enough to partner up time to time," you winking holding his helmeted gaze, knowing his perfect brown eyes were staring at you, "but someone's noticeable absence has left me quiet malevolent," the softness in your face faded to an icy glare.

He pulled you closer "It might have escaped My Queens mind that I have been quiet busy."

"Getting wise in your old age," you purred, "thankfully for you it was not a crime that I could not forgive with time," you felt his gloved finger under your chin, his other hand ripping up his helmet just enough to expose his lips.

"Forgive me, My Queen. You should have known I would eventually have set every ship at my disposal to find you and bring you back to me," he said bringing your mouth to his allowing his lips to apologize, "I am sorry," he finally whispered, your name fall silently from his lips like it was the most guarded secret in the world letting his helmet fall back into place.

"So have you given up bounty hunting?" you said looking out the grand windows to the endless sand, "and the code?"

"I'm a simple man making his way through the galaxy," his whisper seemed to echo against the stone, "I'm not ready to give it all up, a man has to remain battle ready until his prime has long since faded and mine has not," he said walking again, "but this is home and where I belong now."

"I've missed you, Boba," you whispered the sentiment betraying your demonstrative cold behavior, "but how dare you say you would not come for me yourself."

"You were never far from my thoughts," he said squeezing your hand, the leather's warm embrace made you smile, "but I did have obligations here to attend to first"

You pouted, annoyed but understanding what little you knew of him now coming to rule clearing it of the spice trade and other criminal notions. "No massive fire pits?" You purred, "I'm almost disappointed however I do feel the rancor your bonded too, it almost makes up for it," you said letting your free hand trail up his arm touching the cool beskar.

"I have yet to renovate since moving in, hopefully I can have more of your input if you stay maybe a fire pit or two for old times sake although I don't think there are many enemies left to char."

"There are always enemies in the shadows, you know that well. But we'll see I am quiet the busy Queen places to see, people to kill, credits to collect."

"A Queen whose only ever been ruled by me," he whispered leaning towards your ear, "or do you need a reminder My Queen?"

"You have Mos Espa yours to rule now instead," you hissed back but he knew you liked it, Boba always knew when something suggestive landed but he would never tell you what the tell was.

You watched him give Fennec a small dismissive nod to Fennc, she offered a small bow to us before leaving. Boba grabbed your arm tighter guiding you in a new direction. The smell of a kitchen tickled your noses. The dining room was grand lined with empty tables and chairs with an ornate engraved table designed for four at the very back overlook everyone.

"A feast tonight in your honor?" He asked.

"Showing your beautiful guest off to your subjects? How bold."

"No one would dare try to steal you from me," his gloved finger traced down your cheek towards the back of your neck, grabbing it, "I'll make sure of it."

A heart beat fluttered in your lower extremities pulling with excitement over such a delicious threat. You couldn't see into the visor but you knew by heart where his eyes were and you stared at the positions where they were wishing you could see the look on his face and the intensity, "What if I wanted them to dare as punishment to you."

Boba sighed knowing he wasn't going to win this. He knew you were hurting because he hadn't sent for you or tried to reach out while both of you were never spouses before due the nature of the job there was always a spark and undeniable tension both of you tended to give into after a bounty but now time had gone by and he had never bothered to speak his heart. Boba could sense the sand in the hourglass trickling, you coming and teasing him back after all this time was a silent offer of chance to atone and amend his mistake. "If that is what The Queen deems a suitable punishment so shall it be," he said cautiously removing his hand from your neck and tilting his head forward in offering, "A suitable punishment for this fool of a man for losing so many glorious opportunities to enjoy time with such a lovely creature such as yourself."

"My thoughts exactly," you said resting your forehead against the cool metal of his beskar. It made your heart flutter at the sentiment and meaning of it, he gave your forehead a little tap with his and a smile broke out across your face, "Going soft on me?"

"Never," he replied taking a few more deep breaths before pulling back, taking your arm and guiding you in another direct, "I assume you have plenty of sinfully tasteful fitting dresses with your luggage or do you want to see how Mos Espa looks on you?" he stopping at a crossroads in the hall.

"I had one especially made before coming in case I needed to get your attention " you teased, "I can't think of a better time to test in."

"How wicked" you heard the smile in his voice finally picking a direction a direction "You've never needed anything to get my attention Mesh'la," he added, "Do I get to see it before the feast?"

"What would be the fun in that?" You laughed.

"It must be some dress then."

"You have no idea my dear Daimyo."

Boba guided you back to his two main guards, listening your muffled giggle at the one you used as a foot rest. The sound of it reminded him of another time another Boba. "Go with them, they'll carry your luggage back for you and provide a room for you. I'll get the word out about today," Boba said with a small bow dismissing himself not waiting for a response. His mind was exceptionally sharp but it was clouded when you were around and he desperately needed some fresh air. When he reached the throne room dias he disappeared behind a small door to a balcony that oversaw the city below still semi shrouded from view.

"Lover?" he heard Fennec ask behind him.

"A life time ago, yes."

"Don't let her distract-"

"I always trust your wisdom, my dear friend but I don't think she's here to distract me. It seems she's here to see if the spark is still there or if it's time to move on."

"Is it?" she asked.

"I hope so. Invite everyone for a feast tonight. Get the best cooks and musicians, please."

"Please? I like her already," Fennec chuckled starting to make a mental list and those to contact some help for such a last moment event, "Why haven't you taken your Helmet off? I haven't seen you wear it so long."

"I've gotten old and forgotten what it means to wear it. Not sure if I'm ready for her to see that."

"So you do have doubts?" Fennec smiled.

"I haven't lived this long without being prepared."

Fennec nodded, Smart Man, she must be one hell of a Bounty Hunter to put him on edge like this. Fennec excuses to herself to start making preparations for the eventing contacting the Mods to help her spread the word.

You watched the guards pick up the two very heavy trunks and fling them over their shoulders with ease. Smiling you closed the ship after wondering around it once more and followed after them. You took in the sights on the way back, the sand, the people, the peace. You remembered what this place was like, the fear and iron fist but now it seemed people were actually happy and living life. While the sand was not something you cared for you, it could be home or at least a place to dwell between bounties. Your mind trailed back to Boba, the roughness of his voice and how different it was from when you last heard it, it made you wonder what had happened to him in the time apart.

The guards took you to a room past the Daimyo's at the end of the hall, the room was luxurious dripping in finery. They put the trunks at the end of the bed and left you to explore in silence. Their was a beautiful vanity lined with fragrances from through out the galaxy. Then you saw it the small fragrance box in the back unopened, no dust clung to and it was obviously new. You sliced the cover with your nail and opened it, revealing a translucent blue bottle labeled The Queen, you smiled at the limited edition perfume knowing you were really on his mind. You opened the balcony to look at the city below, your hands trialed the railing the cold metal reminding you of him.

You tapped the back of your knuckles on the railing frustrated. Should I have even came? There's plenty of other bounties hunters would would be worth the time of day, several of which are Mandalorians or equally rough around the edges. Boba's obviously retired, could I? Your mind trialed to the stacks of your stashed credits, the adrenaline running through your veins and the electricity dancing throughout your nervous system on a bounty, the reeling feeling of being alive and then back to him. You groaned pulling yourself away from the railing, sensing the approaching person coming to your door. You opened it before they had time to knock, finding Fennec standing in the door way.

"Ms. Shand, how can I be of assistance? Someone you need to talk?" you smiled.

"No, I came to escort you to the Daimyo bathing room if you wish to use something a little more luxurious then your own."

"Let me grab something to slip into for the time being," you said turning and rummaging through the trunk to find the floor length black slip at the bottom, "How many hours until the feast?" you asked curiously.

"Three."

Short and simple, "How is he...? Really I mean," letting your voice dropped to a hush tone.

"He's a better man."

"Thank you for watching over him," your voice dropped even lower.

"That's what family does," she said pushing open the large door revealing a steamy chamber with several bathing soaps and assorted towels, "Enjoy, I'll leave you to it. You can go back to your room when ever your done."

You walked inside pulling the door shut behind you, admiring the long tub with steam rolling off of it. You dressed down and submerged yourself in, the heat engulfing you in a warm embrace. You dunked your head back and let the warmth touch your scalp.

"Little one," you heard the smirk in the tone echo in the chamber.

You looked around not seeing anyone but you felt his presence nearby, "Can I help you?" you asked innocently running your fingers through your hair.

"Can I come in?"

"I'm not going to stop you," you said sinking yourself further down into the tub.

Your eyes caught sight of a small door opening, assumingely connected to Boba's room. He was still armored but he strode in and took a seat next to the bath.

He watched you sink even lower into the bath, "I don't remember modesty being one of your strong suits."

"I don't remember being an observing prude being one of yours either," you snickered back lathering your hair, "nor one for wearing so much black," your eyes danced around his body back up to his helmet, "or secrecy."

Boba sat slightly watching you lather and wash your hair, "Stand," he said once you were done.

"What if I don't want too," you teased, standing just enough to were the water still covered your nipples distorting them. His silence maddening not taking the bait, you moved the the side of the tub he was sitting on, pressing your against the wall and standing so nothing was visible. You noticed the small adjustment he made while sitting knowing it was getting to him. You let your arms go up to your head and squeezed some of the water out of your head letting the top of you be exposed to him, "Satisfied?" you asked lowering your arms covering yourself again.

"Come here, My Queen," his voice was husky with lust, motioning you forward with a finger.

You painfully took the stairs out of the tub one by one so he could trace your body with his eyes. You could feel his gaze shifting the impression leaving warm spots up your body. You stood in front of him crossing your arms under your breast to prop them up, "You are interrupting my bath," you said simply.

"I could give you a reason to get back in," he said suggestively placing a gloved hand on your waist noticing the small goosebumps appear.

"I don't think that is the point of the punishment," you said turning letting your back and ass be in view.

"I didn't say I would get pleasure from it," he smiled.

"If it would hold you over until after the feast," you relented smiling down at him, "One wouldn't hurt."

"Of course, My Queen," he said pulling you down on your knees before him.

You could already feel your slick starting to coat you and he wasn't even touching you yet. He leaned down putting his helmet in your face letting two fingers trial up your side to your breast and pulled gently on the physical reaction it caused. You let out a small pleasurable hiss at the feel of the semi rough leather, he quickly stuck one finger in your moan to silence you as he brought his free hand back to your breast. You let your tongue stroke the leather teasingly, you opened your mouth wide letting his finger escape visibly coated with drool. You heard a small groan escape him and his legs shift again. You smiled wiping the little bit of left over drool off from your lip.

You watched him lean forward more dropping his hand between your legs circling your clit. Your slick coating the rough leather. You heard his breathing hitch and a small growl escape him. He cautiously  twirled one gloved finger around your entrance gently pushing it in.

"Fuck," you moaned as the leather breached you.

"You are so tight," he groaned shoving it further into you, "So tight."

"Boba," the filthy moan escaped your lips, he shoved his finger further up without restraint to the spongy button stroking faster.

His finger stretched you as it curled into you, "My Queen," his voice was huskier, lust was taking over and he was doing his best to restrain his need. 

You started grinding into his finger clenching around it with every movement. You gasped as he  inserted another finger stretching you out further, "Bobaa," you said fucking yourself harder with them bringing your hand to your hair  and the other hand to his arm.

"Careful My Queen, I only have so much self restraint," he said being rougher, his other hand holding his cock to keep it from stroking itself in his flight suit. He desperately wanted to take it out and stroke himself.

You stood, his fingers popping out without warning causing you to shutter but you shoved him back in the chair and undid the pants of his flight suit, "Boba, now," you pleaded watching his mass spring up, the tip coated in precum more pulsating out at the command.

"What about my punishment?" He said shakily watching some of your slick fall on your thigh. 

"You don't want me?" You teased exposing your thigh to him but forcibly shoving his cock back in his suit and zipping it up, "I'm going to bathe, your excused," you said turning back to the bath and taking a step off the ledge into the water, wiping your thigh off.

You heard his breathing quicken, "Yes, Milady," he panted standing up.

"Next time just give me your cock, or I might be tempted to get my fill else where," you threatened not looking at him.

"I'll kill him. Slowly," you heard the anger break in Boba's voices, you smiled knowing he was going to think of you ever moment until tonight. 

The moment Boba reached his room he walked into the refresher gripped the counter trying not to relieve himself. He was so turned on and ravenous didn't notice your footsteps sneaking up on him until you did his flight suit again. You pulled him around and put the engorged member between your thighs holding it in place.

"It was almost just as fun watching you punish yourself," you purred, letting your hands move to the green chest plate, "but I really really want you right now. I won't asked again."

Boba picked you up like you were weightless and plunged his cock into you, "Fuck, Boba ," you screamed, as he started plowing it into you. He was forcibly stretching you out around him, his fingers dug into your hips the tightness nearly making him cum right there.

He was relentless and didn't stop as he put you on the bed, "My Queen," he moaned. The heat of being in his armor was bugging him, he quickly undid it tossing it to the ground. Your fingers went to his helmet, "It stays on," he growled being rougher cause your hands to move away.

Your fingers moved to his body, the muscles were quite was defined but you could feel he was definitely stronger. His cock was threatening to split you in two with every thrust. The heat of you engulfing every carnal urge within him turning them up. Boba felt you start shaking under him, "I've missed you" he groaned being rougher grabbing your legs and splitting them further his fingers digging into your ankles feeling you tighten around him, "You're so beautiful," he added staring down your beautiful face.

You felt his cock starting to twitch, you wrapped your legs around his ass pulling him closer and putting your hands around his neck, "Fill me, Boba. Please," you let your thumb trial up under his helmet to his jaw rubbing it matching his strokes. His arms shot down to catch himself, both of them placed on either side of your neck. Your felt him start shaking inside you, you let out cries of his name. Boba's never fucked you this hard, every thrust spearing you like it was the last. Your toes curls and your fingers dug into him harder piercing skin. You make the mistake of looking down watching his cock slide in and out of you, "Maker," the visual sent you over the edge. The pleasure coursing through you making every limb twitch but heavy. Your cunt quickly violently tightening around him when you felt him finally spill his warm release into you, his name falling from his lips like a prayer. You clenched again feeling some of its vast amount spill out.

He groaned the movement causing his sensitive cock to release what little was left in him, "Mesh'la," moving one of his hands gently to your embracing face. He kept himself situated between your legs and his cock slowly softening, massaging your twitching muscles, "Did I hurt you?" he asked tenderly.

"Boba Fett, the most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy worried about hurting someone?" You cooed, your heart still shaking and your high finally coming down.

"Only you milady," he said slowly trying to pull himself in but felt your heels dig into his ass and pull him back in.

"Done already?" you teased.

"I'm not as young as I use to be," Boba said leaning his helmet on your forehead.

"Just leave in me for as long as possible," you said pulling your hands from his face and resting them on his neck, "Why won't you let me take it off?" You whined.

He tipped it up and kissed you, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth and lathering your neck in soft kisses before putting the helmet back on, "Believe it or not but self consciousness. After the feast, you can take it off."

You wiggled your hips a little bit cause him to growl, "Fine, but come down here I'm cold."

Boba tucked his arms at your sides laying his head on your shoulder and his body on your chest covering you with his own heat. He could feel himself hardening again, he stiffened a small groan knowing you felt it too.

"Leave it," you said stroking his back feeling the muscle.

"Trying to have my heir?" he chuckled.

"In your dreams Fett," you laughed back.

"I'm in my dreams" he leered slightly thrusting in.

"I would have to be way fuller to even consider it, old man," you teased.

Boba's cock twitched eagerly, "That an offer? Maybe I'm not as old as I thought"

"Maybe after the feast and you've endured my torment," you teased, "besides it would be my heir," you tsked at him.

"An heir for each of us?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Hmm, I'll have to think about it," you said trailing on finger up his spine feeling him tense again, "Perhaps-"

Fennec knocked on the door knowing better then to open giving the noises coming from it a little bit ago, "One hour." She quickly turned away grinning hoping his mood would be improved.

"Rain check," Boba said finally allowed to pull out staring at his seed oozing out of you, "Me'copaani ba'jurir ti ni?" his mandalorian was rusty but it still rolled off his tongue.

"I said after the feast," you said with a giggle watching him twitch, "Maybe you could make up my mind," you teased spending your legs further for him, tempting him.

Boba shook his head scolding himself, "After the feast," but the roughness in his voice told you it worked. He handed you a towel. He watched you hold yourself above it watching it dripped out. He groaned but grabbed his discarded clothing and walked into the bath room his self control slipping.

You followed after him with your clothing laughing and you still managed to beat him into the water, "You're going to close your control when you see the dress, might as well lose it now," you winked it him beckoning him into the water.

"I am a disciplined warrior, I have perfect control."

"And how many times did you take me while flying because you couldn't wait?"

"Get clean," he said lathering you in wash and than himself.

You rolled your eyes and finished leaving him in the bath by himself, "Send for me when your ready for your torment."

Boba watched you leave before taking off his helmet to washing his face and neck. You wrapped your hair up to finish drying while you opened the trunk to pull out the dress, your hands felt the silky fabric perfectly matching the red shade on this helmet fading to the green of his helmet and chest plate, cut to perfectly put everything on display and two side slits going all the way down to put your body on display. You smile pulling the open backed gown on and releasing your hair. Let's see how long he can keep his hands off me or see me with another man. You went to the vanity and looked at the new one smiling, you gave yourself several sprays of it. You were almost finished getting ready when a soft tap came at the door, "Enter."

Fennec walked in with the corner of her lip pulling into a smile, "A statement?" she offered.

"A question," you smiled, "hopefully one he'll finally answer."

"We're ready," she said.

You slipped your shoes on and quickly followed after her and the music. When you both entered the dining room it fell silent except for the music, all eyes on both of you. Fennec escorted you up where Boba and two empty places were. Both when both of you took your places the chatter started back up again. You side eyed Boba who didn't even turn and look. Maybe I should have done green to red then. Then you noticed Fennec eyeing him. So I did get under his skin.

You watched the Daimyo stand up and have it fall silent again, "I welcome you all to eat, dance and live. This feast is in our a dear friend, The Queen, who came to visit. Let's show her how Mos Espa now flourishes, free of war, spice and tyranny," he said raising a glass, sipping it and back down. He saw the few men eyeing you and was doing his best to quell his anger. Boba saw one eyeing you and you giving him the quick flash of a wave. So my punishment has started... Is that my perfume? He tighten his jaw, the dress was the perfect allusion to him yet perfectly opposite of his scheme. To him it signified you as his and as he equals, along with the perfume being another jab at the thought of seeing you with anyone else.

You saw Boba's free hand ball into a fist and his gloves tight against his knuckles, knowing your legs were covered by the table cloth you run you your foot up his leg with a smile between delicious bites. Everything about the feast was delicate yet stood out by its own, no two dishes tasted alike and every drink offered was vastly different. The desserts was one of kind. Maybe I would stay here just for this. You eyed the man heading to the dancing area, alone. You wiped your lips and excused yourself falling after him.

"Not eating?" Fennec said looking at the dessert, "I would have assumed you worked up at appetite earlier," she added scooping up a piece.

"Just waiting for her to be gone," he admitted tipping his helmet up and eating finally.

"She's really having an effect on you," Fennec said watching.

"We all have that one personal bounty that got away. She is a huntress personified."

"Why did you wait so long?"

"I assumed she moved on and I am a relic of the past."

"Boba for being the smartest people I've ever met... you sure are always the stupidest when it comes to the heart," Fennec said putting down the spoon full of dessert spotting her dancing with some guy, "A woman like that doesn't move on. Why are you dealing with this punishment," she said with a small chuckle.

"Ever defy a Queen before?" He growled, "I'd disintegrate him just for touching her, but I'm assuming this is her way of testing me and her way of asking me what I've been doing with others since."

"Have you?" Fennec asked raising an eyebrow.

"No," that was the question that unscrewed the final bolt. Boba tipped his helmet back down and wondered down the floor towards you.

The man spun you around, it was a silence dance.  It seemed almost like he was on autopilot. Then you noticed the man eyeing him in the corner, it was the look of a lover pinning. OH, you giggled and grabbed his hand dragging him towards the balcony.

"Did I make your boyfriend made?" You asked jumping up swinging your legs over the rails and sitting down.

"You know?" He asked confused.

"I am The Queen, there's little that escapes my eye. How are you enjoying the changes to Mos Espa?"

Boba found both of you outside, he leaned against the shadows in the door way listening. His temper calming after the admitted statement noticing the lover too also watching and listening. Boba smiled.

"The new Daimyo is a kind and stern man, he yields his influence only in the most respectful ways," the man said leaning against against the railing.

"Has the Daimyo ever shown interest in... any woman?" you asked cautiously.

"No, he spends all of his time making the town better or helping friends."

"Would you consider him a good man then?"

"Unlike anything this town has ever seen before. War broke out here, even when it looked like certain defeat he did not back down trying to protect this town. No other would have done that."

"Maybe I don't need to punish him as much as I thought," you said looking at your nails before taking in the city again, "Loyalty is the way, without a clan you are empty," you muttered, "You may go, have fun," you said looking at the city.

Boba stepped out the shadows and put his arms around your waist, “What was suppose to be the punishment?”

“The punishment would have came if you didn’t come after me,” you purred rubbing his arm, “you never disappoint.”

Boba lifted your legs and spun you around on the railing, putting himself between your legs, “Don’t get any ideas little one, we have company,” watching your hands wander to his abs, “as much as I want you and for you to be off limits.”

“So I’m not yours nor off limits? Good to know,” you said disappointed, “I guess I will be on my way then,” you said your heart starting to aching, you tried standing but he pushed you back down on the railing

Boba growled pulled away, walking over to the blinds and pulling them down and shutting the door. He ferociously pulled up your dress and rutted himself against you his cock desperately wanted to be released from his flight suit and cod piece, removed the piece and unzipped his flight suit moving your soaked underwear to the side and piercing your warm harshly making you moan his name.

“Mine,” he growled, thrusting, “My Queen,” he added thrusting again.

“Boba… Do you want me… ahh to stay,” you panted trying to be quiet.

He thrust again stopping for a moment, “You don’t have to give up Bounty Hunting for now,” he said gently running his hand over your stomach, “I’d prefer if you stayed here with me.”

“Boba, do you lo-“

“Yes.”

You smiled taking off one of his gloves, “You should have told me.”

“I know,” he admitted sourly.

“Now, get back to work,” you winked putting the glove in your mouth, both of you knowing damn well the music was to loud.

“Yes, My Queen,” he said holding your face rutting into you.

Your head went back, his cock clinging to your walls splitting you with every stroke. “Maker,” you moaned muffled by the glove and you could feel him twitch.

“Do you want me to cum into you,” he said wiping your cheek with his thumb, slowing down for a moment, “or I could use that pretty mouth,” you heard the smile on his voice.

You wrapped your leg around him shoving him further into you feeling more of your slick coat him, “Little one likes her filling,” he groaned picking the speed back up. The base of his cock was violently rubbing your clit engorging it with desire, “Don’t worry I’ll take care of my mess,” he said looking down at the union. He buried his other hand into the flesh of your ass using it to stabilize himself as he spilled into you. He clenched his jaw holding back the noise his throat was trying to maybe, he continued to pump himself until he felt like everything was out. He pulled himself out tucking himself back in. He let two fingers glide in and felt you arch forward, he pulled the glove off leaving it inside. Bringing his rough calloused hand to your throbbing clit, stroking it gently. Your thighs closed around his hand, he ripped them open using one leg to hold on side open and brought his other hand to your legs shoving it open, “I’m not done yet.” He worked your lips between his fingers putting his thumb on the sensitive tip.

You wildly started moaning as he worked you with his fingers and you could barely breath, your legs kept trying to clench shut and your cunt was clenched tight enough that it was trying to push out the glove. He shoved it back in “push out my load and you’ll be the one getting punished.” You moaned again at the comment. He said stroking faster setting your body on fire, every inch bouncing electricity limp to limp numbing every other sensation, “That’s it, cum for me.” Your face started burning at the command and roughness in his tone. He removed his hand from your leg and brought it to the back of your neck. You could’t stand it anymore you flipped up a finger causing his helmet to come off. You stared into half lidded dilated eyes, you pulled the glove out of your mouth grabbing him and kissing him letting his mouth muffle your orgasm.

“I almost forgot how handsome you were under there,” you breathed putting your arms around his neck, pulling him back to your mouth. You pulled back tracing the small scar across his face, “Am in trouble aren’t I,” you smiled.

He smiled pushing the glove in more pulling away and closing your legs picking you up, kneeling to pick up his helmet and opening the door guiding you back inside, “I’m going to enjoy filling you until it spills,” he smirked, “won’t mind a princess or two if they as strong as you.”

“Or as loyal as you.”

The rest of the towards Boba’s room was silent he gently set you on the bed pulling up your dress and pulling out the glove with a delish little liquid popping noise and tossing it to the ground. He stripped himself of everything but stopped at his vambrace pulling out the grappling line before discarding it to the ground, “I didn’t teach you everything,” he smiled grabbing your hands putting the line around them, “Now I’m going to spend the rest of night reminding you who’s really in charge here.”

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[babyhatesreality]

So Little one isn’t allowed to be in the office without permission.

What does she do when they have to work in there but she isn’t allowed to be next to them (because they don’t want her to see anything harmful/ or they have so much to do) and she wants the attention from them? How would she get the attention and would they give her these? #cuddlybaby

First- my apologies that it takes me so long to answer. Life has slipped in through the backdoor and I'm trying to find 'me' time to write. Thank you all for your patience <3

The office has been off limits without permission from day one. Even when you were in trials runs, you were told that you were absolutely not allowed in there without Steve or Bucky's permission, and never, ever alone.

You never really realized the full extent as to why, but it's because there is violent and sensitive material in there due to the Avengers' line of work.

It's actually a SHIELD rule, but Bucky and Steve agree with it wholeheartedly.

You were so lucky you didn't get your little butt busted when you were trying to be a dragon that one time and snuck in there without permission.

If the door is shut, you know you are to leave it alone unless it's an emergency. Steve and Bucky have a baby monitor set up in there, so if something happens, they will know. They don't really need one- super soldier hearing and all- but they take every precaution when it comes to you being physically separated from them.

However, you definitely have your clingy days, when you MUST be cuddled.

It'll start with you sitting in the hallway, leaning up against the door, sighing dramatically. Which always makes them both smirk.

Then you'll lay down on the floor and start whispering "Papaaaaaaa....Daddyyyyyyyyy..." underneath the door. At this point, you either get bored and go play orrrrrrrrrr.....

You start scratching at the door, like a kitty. When Alpine comes into your life (much later), she's very very good at helping you with this. And your voice gets louder as you call out to them.

If THAT doesn't work, you start slipping notes and drawings underneath the door. Sloppily crayon-drawn hearts, 'I miss you' scrawled out with the 's's backwards, pictures of a sad face.

They've usually broken by this point, but Steve and Bucky have a whole section of the wall in the office dedicated to these notes that help them remember to monitor their time in there. When they see these notes appear from underneath the door, it's time to stop, no matter what.

Then there are days when they're working in there and you are absolutely allowed to be in there with them.

You can only bring books or crayons in, as they're still legitimately working and can't handle the distraction of your exuberant play.

This suits you fine, as you usually just want to be near them. However, on those extra cuddly days.....

You often will simply crawl into their laps while they work. They will automatically adjust so you are comfortable while you snuggle into their chests, humming happily. They're not working on anything you shouldn't see, so this is fine.

But there was one day when Bucky was home alone with you, needing to go over sensitive material. HE was feeling extra clingy, so he broke his own rule, letting you play on the ground at his feet with the strict instructions that you were not to climb onto his lap (because he didn't want you to see the pictures he was examining).

You were fine with this. Until you weren't.

Knowing that you weren't supposed to look at the stuff Daddy was looking at but needing to be close to him, you quickly crawled up in between his legs, putting your head underneath his teeshirt as you climbed.

He was just inhaling to scold you when you giggled. And that broke him in the best way possible. He watched with an amused grin as you maneuvered your way onto his lap, staying under his shirt, giggling and grunting till you reached your goal.

When you gave a contented sigh of pleasure at finally being where you wanted to be, he laughed and wrapped his arms around you, beginning to tickle.

It became a wild game where he kept you trapped under there, poking and tickling while you giggled and laughed at his comments about this 'strange growth on his tummy' and 'must be an alien parasite' and how he was going to have to tickle it to death to get it out.

His field report was late the next day, but he completely tuned out Maria's yelling at him as he remembered your laughter. Worth it.

#daddy bucky #daddy!bucky #daddy bucky x little reader #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy steve rogers #daddy!steve rogers #daddy steve #daddy!steve rogers x little #daddy steve rogers x little reader #daddy steve x little reader #daddy!stucky #daddy stucky #daddy!stucky x little reader #daddy stucky x little reader

[willowser]

arranged marriage + the missus and the ex w izuku😏😏😏😏(def not calling back to that one snippet you wrote about this😜😜😜😜😜)

OOOOOOH THIS ONE SOUNDS ROUGH OKAY. whenever i think arranged marriage, i think fantasy au okay ? OKAY ? I'M SORRY BUT WE'RE DOING IT !!!

izuku has been king yagi's ward for as long as you can remember. a small, freckle-faced boy that sat down the table from you, that ate the vegetables you didn't want, that played tag with you in the royal gardens and put flowers in your hair.

you taught him how to dance with his two left feet, and you watched him train his body beyond its limits. where he once had to look up at you, just a little, it seemed as if he hit a growth spurt overnight, while you were both in your teens, and then his shoulders broadened and his thighs thickened. izuku became a wall of muscle, his round face thinning a bit throughout the years — though his eyes never dimmed, and his smile never lost its gentle shine.

he is the first boy you love. the first boy that kisses you behind the stables, even though you both know he shouldn't. he is the first boy to untie the ribbons of your dress, wide hands scarred and shaking, the first boy you allow in your bed despite the risks.

you're young and you believe in happy-endings, true love, and you think if you tell the king, your father, of your heart's desires, that he will listen. that he will see the truth in the way izuku looks at you, that boyish redness to his face when you smile at him.

but then the barbarians come.

where izuku is solid and strong, bakugou katsuki is tall and cut from stone. the same weight does not lie in his fists, but he is faster, smarter in the heat of battle, born and bred for it.

aizawa, your father’s advisor, tells you that men like him learn to hold knives before they learn to walk. how to draw blood before they speak their first words. izuku has trained his entire life, but — you think of his hand in your own, soft and gentle.

you marry bakugou katsuki for the safety of your country, in the middle of the night, surrounded by the blazing fires of his encampment. you drink wine made from blood-red grapes and eat meat from an animal you never have before. he doesn't kiss you because they don't do that; instead he cuts his finger and paints a shape on your forehead and cheeks with his own blood.

izuku isn't there.

the marriage is consummated because there's no way around it. bakugou isn't shy about his body, or yours, and he touches you like he's certain. he doesn't hold you like izuku does, and instead you are put to your knees with your cheek against the furs that he sleeps on. it's nothing so brutal as you might have expected, but — it's not izuku either.

(truthfully, you're not sure how you feel about it — him — though you could never admit such a thing out loud, have a hard enough time admitting it to yourself. your cheeks heat at the thought of izuku's fingers brushing over them, his mouth gently pressed against your own, hiding his little gasps in the soft skin of your throat.

— but there is something satisfying, in a dark, primal way, about the warm hand bakugou keeps on your waist, how he tangles his fingers in the hair at your nape to make you look up at him, the mark he bites into your shoulder.

making him grin, with all his sharp teeth and scrunched nose, feels like an accomplishment. leaves you with a warm, special glow. it feels earned and not simply given, and as someone that has been waited on hand foot all their life — that affects you in ways you could have never expected.)

izuku visits as often as he can; as often as your father will allow, for as long as your husband will allow. you typically spend time outside the encampment, just beyond the hill under the cottonwood trees, talking close and laughing low. sometimes, as the sun sets, you'll find your hand in his.

"i hope i'm able to return for it," you tell him, in response to his excitement over being knighted, finally. "masaru says we're to return to their homeland before winter meets the seas."

izuku doesn't say anything, only smiles sadly, forced, as if you couldn't read the pain on his face from miles away. he nods once before looking out over the valley where the encampment has been set up, thinking wistfully. the wind ruffles through his gentle curls and he smells like home, like warm bread and your clean sheets. the sort of things you thought you couldn't live without.

and yet—

"oi," bakugou appears then, face pinched and drawn, scowl deepening as you pull your hand from izuku's. he scoffs once to himself and then turns, quietly commanding you, "come."

you know better than to allow the already thick tension between them grow; one word from izuku can set your husband off, and so you try to smile at him reassuringly, squeezing his hand once more as you bid him goodnight. he dares to fiddle with your hair, wide eyes memorizing your face before letting you go.

it's a surprise that you find bakugou waiting at the edge of the hill as he, too, looks out over his encampment. he always scowls at your dress because it slows you down, usually keeps you a few feet behind him, but he's still, quiet.

when you approach him, he says nothing. doesn't look at you either, simply frowns in the light of the moon, the softness it adds to his face. you watch him silently, waiting for him to continue on back to your shared tent, but — he looks down at his side, before offering his palm, wide and flat.

you take it after a moment, after realizing what it is he's asking, and you can't help but to smile at him softly, as he looks at you. memorizing your face. hand soft and gentle in your own.

✨️ trope game 🩷

#listen. i am a bakugou girly through and through. i'm sorry akfhriqklal #it's always gonna be him !!!! 🥺🥺 it's always gonna be him !!!!!!! #writing all this bakugou who isn't a blushing bumbling virgin ??? who even am i ???? #he sees the soft way you are with izuku 🥺🥺🥺 #and he's like BUT WHY NOT FOR MEEEEEEE #waaaahhhj #i could......write more of this LOL #also yes still working through these he he #✿ willow writes #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: bakugou

[666writingcafe]

Satan's Wish

What were you thinking about around the time the charm took effect?

I try my best to ignore MC's disheveled appearance. After all, they were just with Mammon, and knowing him, he probably wished for them.

There is a part of me that feels like perhaps they got a little too carried away, but that's besides the point.

"I was reading a book of fairy tales," I tell MC. "There was a scene in one of the stories where the villain kneels down at the hero's feet and surrenders."

"Did you picture yourself as the hero?"

"I tend to, yes." For whatever reason, my confession causes a smirk to develop on MC's face.

"You have an evil look on your face," I observe.

"That's because I'm thinking evil thoughts." MC runs out of my room before I can question them further, leaving me incredibly confused. They're clearly planning something. I just don't know what.

Unless...

No. They wouldn't do that.

Would they?

It's hard telling these days.

"I'm back!" they announce in a sing-song voice, drawing me back to reality.

"What did you do?"

"I found your villain." Right. The fairy tale.

"Was it difficult?"

"Not at all, actually. I knew exactly who to ask." I've never seen MC look this mischievous before. It's making me rather nervous.

And then it hits me.

"There's no way," I whisper. "He doesn't kneel. Ever."

"Excuse me? Who doesn't kneel?" Shit shit shit. This can't be happening.

My heart beat nearly drowns out all other sounds as Lucifer enters my room. Shutting the door behind him, he walks over to me with a shit-eating grin and kneels down at my feet.

"Is this good enough for you?" he asks, looking up at me with feigned innocence.

I'm shocked.

How in the world did MC get Lucifer of all people to agree to this?

"To think that this is all it takes to make you happy..." Lucifer pauses. "It's sweet, really. I didn't know you had this side to you."

"He gets it from you," MC chimes in, sneaking behind me and resting their chin on my shoulder.

I'm glad Lucifer closed my door, because if anyone saw what was happening right now, I think I might just shrivel up and die.

"So, what would you like me to do next?" Lucifer asks. "Shall I kiss your hand? Polish your shoes, perhaps?"

"What did you do to him?" My question comes out a bit harsher than I intended, but MC doesn't seem to care, for they merely shrug.

"I don't know what you're talking about," they respond.

"Surely you used your pact on him."

"No."

"Curse him in any way?"

"No."

"Agreed to do something humiliating in exchange?"

"MC did not coerce me to do this," Lucifer answers. "They simply told me your wish."

"That's it?" MC hums affirmatively.

"He's quite lenient, you know. As long as you tell him what you're planning on doing, he'll pretty much let you do whatever you want as long as it's not illegal or disruptive."

This has to be a dream. I glance at the clock on my nightstand.

12:05.

Looking back at Lucifer, I take a couple deep breaths. If the time on my clock drastically changes, then I know that I need to wake myself up from this weird ass dream.

Three.

Two.

One.

12:06.

Fuck.

This is completely real, and now I'm scared.

How much control does MC have over Lucifer to be able to simply ask him to kneel before me willingly with no repercussions?

Furthermore, do they have that level of control over other people?

If they do, then they are truly the most powerful being in the three realms.

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me satan #obey me lucifer

[bookwyrminspiration]

i offer u i went back and looked for mentions of the features i DO remember:

janel-- described as long and slender (NO MUSCLE????) with red eyes like a forge, like fire, etc., nearly-black red hair (the color of blood), red-brown/sienna/chestnut skin, a single stripe of hair from forehead to neck (do all joratese have this???? i cant believe janel just casually has a mohawk and we didn't even notice), and then the black hands and feet. i THOUGHT she had horse markings bc i remember them saying they shipped her to someone to give them to her??? but they're not really actually mentioned in any descriptions of her so did i just imagine it. uhhh.

teraeth-- quote from the ruin of kings: "He was different, resembling a vané who had played in too many fires. His skin was a field of dark ashes, his long hair matte black, his eyes shadowy emeralds. He possessed all the prettiness of the vané race, but was a creature of angles and sharpness. His beauty was that of the razor and not the flower." + you mentioning the long and straight nose (i shall now have to give kihrin an aquiline or like. crooked nose for the funsies) and the slick hair

kihrin-- IF his eyes take after his kirpis mother, they'd be dark blue, and he has golden/yellow hair?? no further descriptions really given but i wrote down some small notes abt his personality to go off of. eventually we will figure that one out! i want to draw thurvishar as well and i know he DEFINITELY has some more detailed descriptions which. pog

I think there will be zero complaints from anyone if you make Janel buff--though I think there might be mention in later books of her being muscular or toned. Jenn does this thing where descriptions are spread across the whole series, so sometimes you don't get a detail until pretty far in. As for her laevos (that's the name for Janel's hairstyle), it's not every single Joratese, but it is a pretty common one! Lower classes will shave the sides of their head to create it and upper class will undergo magicking to no longer grow hair on the side of their heads. Which happened to Janel. She was magicked as a baby to have a nautral laevos and her black hands and feet, but she wasn't given further markings. You did imagine it, but it's also a very reasonable thing to imagine!

For Tereath, I'll have to find that nose thing to double check, but I'm pretty certain it was something like that. I remember specifically making a mental note about how it meant skin tone and features were different in acod than real life. But! This is another situation where I don't think anyone's going to care if you give him a different nose. I don't think basically anyone is going to have anything to say about any art simply because we will be thrilled to have art at all.

As for Kihrin, pretty sure his eyes are a brighter blue because of his dad's side (the blue god-touched thing). And a few more details are that he has dark golden skin, a thin nose, and full lips. He's also described by Galen as being too pretty, knowing he's too pretty, and so can only be an ass about it. He's also got the whip scars on his back. And is tall--though Teraeth is slightly taller.

As for Thurvishar, someone actually very helpfully provided a bunch of screenshots of his descriptions once, but tumblr is being very unhelpful so we'll see if I can find it. AHA!! Here it is. Wow that took me a minute. Anyway. itching to draw them. I've had this shitpost idea in my head for a few weeks now I just need to figure out how I want to draw their characters first

#a chorus of dragons #quil's queries #soryasongsaa #long post #every day I am more and more tempted to start adding to the wiki and getting it up to date #it is daunting because it's so out of date #<- that is NOT to say anything against the person who set it up #they did a LOT of word on their own and it was incredibly detailed! #very much appreciate it #the fact of the matter is just it's detailed as of book 2. and the series. goes far beyond book 2 so it's missing a few things #anyway

[tiredsn0w]

How tall is 049 in your AU (if that’s what it’s classified as), and how much do his ✨HIGH HEELS✨ add to his height? Also, did he learn how to walk in em from experience? And are his tendons kinda screwed up from wearing them, or does his biology keep that from happening? Sorry if these are weird questions, I just got curious

Anyway, thank you for taking the time to read this, and I hope your day goes well!

Hello! I would not really classify my writing as an AU because it's on the actual SCP Wikidot site, within the main canon besides for the UnHuman works (though they do cross into the main canon), so it takes place within the SCP universe instead of an alternate one. However, I definitely get what you're trying to say :)

I've stuck with his height being 1.9m, though that's only 2 sig figs so I'd say between 1.85m and 1.94m is probably fair to assume also. (I've usually kept to the upper end because there's some writing where he's described as looming or imposing, and I think it fits him well.)

In terms of high heels, I've imagined them more built into the boots. For example, I have a pair of shoes that a family member got for me. He's a first responder so they're the good stuff, 5.11 tactical boots, they're the only pair of shoes I wear and I love them immensely.

Anyways, you can look up photos of them and they're totally flat, there's no "heel" per se. But it's been measured and they add like 5cm (~2 inch) to my height, without causing any problems for me (I was a toe walker and have been in PT for years for it, so I would know).

So I can easily see him wearing some boots like that, that also have a small heel on them. I think 5-8cm of total added height isn't too extreme, which would make him at least 1.90m and at max 2.00m.

I don't think it would mess his tendons up too bad, because if we're keeping with the bird-like anatomy (and if you're a purist, his clothes being part of his body, including his shoes), they have digitigrade posture, which would mean for a naturally shorter leg tendon.

He's also already on the taller end, so I don't see him putting extra strain on his body for only a few cm. I have a friend with flat feet who has problems all the way up to his shoulders because of it-- everything in your body is connected! Sometimes my chiropractor has to adjust my legs and hips because I leaned too far with my shoulders when drawing. I also had scoliosis for years that was fixed by simply adding something to the bottom of one of my feet. Bodies are so interesting and complicated like that.

Hopefully I didn't text-wall too much-- thank you for the question! I hope your day is also going well. :)

#ask response #scp 049 #scp writing #While a little more on the expensive side- 5.11 boots are awesome #They're not sold here though #He got them for me when I visited #One of my favourite gifts #I love practical things!

[cypanache]

4, 7, 12, 13, 22, and 27 of the ship ask game (because these were too cute and i couldn’t pick between them) for obidala. :)

Yay new ship asks! I’ve been working on Trap and they’ve been so cute in this section. So I will continue answering on behalf of that version. Thank you for giving me an opportunity to imagine more of their alt-happy ending before I have to break them:

4. What’s their favorite sleeping/cuddling positions? Padme is the big spoon. I mentioned this in the last post but by the time they get together Obi-Wan has almost died one to many times for her comfort. So she likes to shelter him with her entire body. And woebetide anyone who tries to get through.

7. Who is the more romantic one? They are each fairly romantic in entirely different ways. Obi-Wan is thoughtful and service oriented. He knows exactly what’s going on with Padme and when she’s been pushing herself to hard. He’s always the one to get her to step away. He’ll draw her a bath, bring her tea, rub her feet. Little things in the ordinary course of their days. Padme is all about the gesture. She’s preoccupied most of the time and she knows it. But she also never wants Obi-wan to doubt how wanted he is. So she goes big and difficult. A rare force text she had to negotiate two treaties just to purchase. Nine kinds of tea from across the galaxy which may have required reopening a trade route. She wants him to know it took effort so he’ll understand how worth the trouble she finds him.

12. Who gets up the earliest? Who has the worst sleep schedule? Who is the sleepiest?

Obi-Wan gets up earliest to meditate but then he’ll slip back in bed afterwards to spend it cuddled up with Padme. Padme cannot stand to stay in bed once she’s awake. So she’s usually the first one fully up. Padme had the worst sleep schedule after years of flipping back and forth between Coruscant and Naboo plus all those political gatherings. Neither of them are particularly 'sleepy' people. Though Obi-Wan can sleep literally anywhere, and Padme despises him for it. On the other hand Obi-Wan had basically crossed over into a state of exhaustion so deep he didn't recognize it for what it was until he started to come out of it. So Padme's murderous impulses whenever she sees him sleeping while she's still trying to get comfortable and turn her brain off are usually tempered by this wash of gratitude that he's finally getting some rest, and everyone stays safe.

13. What’s their opinions on PDA?

They are very much in favor of it. They just are very bad at it. Like seriously these two waited so long to just really touch each other with any sort of intent, that everything feels like PDA to them. (They're also very good at intense eye sex, and explicit silences, or the ever popular 'not safe for work' touch that doesn't actually happen). They'll go to parties and Obi-Wan will put his hand on her low back for like five seconds, and this is basically foreplay. Padme will apologize profusely to her friend later for them being so obnoxiously handsy . . . her friend will just look at her like she's insane.

22. How do they apologize after arguments?

Mostly they don't, simply because while they're both passionate and resolute in argument, they're not cruel. Neither one of them are the type to lash out with the specific intention to hurt and both of them can take a hit. So even when their arguments get heated, they usually are doing so from a place of respect for the other and they can see that. They're both confident enough in who they are as people to accept that they will not always agree and handle that.

But in the rare cases emotions run high enough that they need to step away and come back they're pretty matter of fact about it. No gestures or gifts, just a simple sincere apology and being prepared to listen to the other.

27. Who would propose? What would their wedding be like?

Obi-Wan does. Padme wanted to. Almost did about ten times and stopped herself out of a desire to respect any lingering qualms he might have from his Jedi upbringing. Then one evening Obi-Wan's watching her get ready for bed and he just asks, almost shyly "Would you ever consider marrying me?" Padme nearly falls out her chair at the realization that she's gone and fallen in love with such an idiot.

There is the wedding Padme plans and the wedding they actually have. Padme plans the most elaborate damn wedding Naboo has ever seen. It is the galactic event of the year. She intends to invite the entire order, and the gungans, most of the senate (not Palpatine). Every handmaiden who has ever stood with her will give her away. She has four wardrobe changes and they all mean something. People are going to remember and know that she went married this Jedi. He's hers.

The wedding they actually have after she sees the look of unmitigated horror in Obi-Wan's eyes when he sees the sketches. Is cliffside in the palace gardens where she sat with him after Qui-Gon died. The council does attend, as well as Anakin, and all of Padme's handmaidens. Bail and Mon come but she leaves the rest of the senate off. She's flexible and willing to compromise while she keeps working on his aversion to spectacle (she's seen him fight, there's a showman in there somewhere she knows it). And she plans on there being many many many anniversaries to work with in the future.

#obidala #obidala head canons #ship ask game #toyom #cy has opinions #cy answers things

[hassedah]

Hallo! Can you do general headcanons for Béliath? 😄 I saw all your other hcs I love how you write the characters 😍

General headcanons about Béliath :

Hi !

Thanks a lot ! I hope you are well ! Here are the headcanons on Beliath. I hope you'll like them as much as the ones you've read ^^ !

Take care and have a nice day ^^

His hands are freezing cold, no matter what he does. At first he found it annoying, but not since he saw Vladimir flinch after he touched him. Now he loves to run his hands over his roommates' necks to make them jump.

Just like his hands, he has cold feet. So he always sticks his feet against yours when he sleeps.

The bathroom is filled with her beauty products, the cupboards are simply overflowing with all her creams, make-ups, shower gels and shampoos,. Ethan and Aaron barely have room for their all-in-one shower gel.

When he's not at the Moondance, he loves to spend the evening chatting with his roommates or simply gossiping, mostly with Raphael, but sometimes with Vladimir (although Vladimir denies that he gossips and prefers to say that he's asking around.)

He is the manor's hairdresser, and sometimes he would like to be a little more original in his hairstyles and colours, but no one agrees to be his guinea pig.

He has already tried several times to convince Vladimir to buy a Jacuzzi for the mansion, so far unsuccessfully, but he does not despair of succeeding one day.

His wardrobe is by far the largest in the entire manor. He has more clothes on his own than the other five meetings.

He goes to the spa at least once a month, Ethan never goes with him because he hates it, but he managed to convince Vladimir and Raphael to come with him.

He has read many books on psychology to better understand how humans function.

He falls asleep in the bath quite regularly, which is why he spends so much time in the bathroom. Well, he spends a lot of time in the bathroom to make himself look good, but it would be a lot shorter if he didn't fall asleep every other day.

Even if he doesn't need to eat to live, he cooks very well.

He has a large collection of jewellery. He mainly buys bracelets which he finds particularly pretty.

He loves reading thrillers and horror novels. His favourite is Shining at the moment, he has read it several times and seen the film. But he prefers the book.

Although he often sleeps outside the manor, he hates sleeping outside the manor. The sheets and cushions at the manor are of the highest quality (he buys the most expensive ones to make sure he sleeps comfortably).

He is quite good at drawing, although he does not particularly boast about it.

He always keeps up to date with the latest trends so that he's not completely out of the loop when talking at Moondance. That's how he knows about most of the latest movies and video games that are out without having watched or played them.

Before he came to the manor, he had a cat, more precisely a Persian cat called Duchess. She didn't hunt in the least, but she came to sleep on his belly during the day.

He spends a lot of time organising his parties. His favourite time is when he can organise costume parties, especially for Halloween, he likes to dress up as a "vampire". 

Vladimir planted a raspberry tree in the garden to please him. It's his favourite fruit, he could eat it all summer.

He regrets not having wings like his sister, when he was a child she used to take him with her when she flew and he found the sensation of flying really pleasant.

He stubbornly continues to bring modern clothes to Vladimir and Raphael even though he knows they will never wear them. He hopes that by insisting they will eventually give in. It must be said that with their totally anachronistic clothes any vampire hunter would target them and he has no desire to lose a friend for such a stupid reason.

He is dying to redecorate the manor. It's far too old-fashioned for his taste, he feels like he's living in a museum, but Vladimir stubbornly refuses. He can't even do any work in the cellar, although it's not really used and he could turn it into something more useful, like a sauna for example.

His reflex is to bite his nails when he's stressed, so he always carries a nail file in his pockets to avoid doing so. It works pretty well in general.

He has a camera that he uses to take stupid pictures of the other inhabitants of the mansion, it is always well hidden in his room. His housemates regularly try to take it away from him to erase the pictures on it.

#moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers beliath

[unlikely-gravestones]

hob gore pls? 👁️👁️

Rubs hands together evilly

(Warning: If you do not wish to read about subjects such as death and gore, scroll past this. It gets a bit visceral, involves mentions of being staked with things & having throats cut - Consider yourself warned)

Ok so for this one i don't have a teaser pic, namely bc i've literally only just started drawing it and so far there is simply a pose with no distinctive Hob features, so there wouldn't be much to look at - BUT! i will gleefully, and with much delight, detail what i envision for this drawing. As well as sprinkle in a new-immortal-Hob hc bc i live for angst.

The main aspect of this drawing is going to involve Hob being speared to the ground, right through the chest. He's kneeling, pinned in position by the spear that has staked itself into the ground behind him. Here is my stick-figure rendition of the pose:

(the humour of having a serious warning at the top of this post, near immediately followed by the least horrific image of an ms paint stick figure, is not lost on me)

As you can imagine, its not all that fun for Hob. He's grasping at the shaft of the spear, holding onto it just for the sake of holding onto something, looking at his blood covered hands, or perhaps the entrance point where its made a home for itself lodged in his chest...I haven't decided where he's looking, but it'll figure itself out as i draw it. I like to think this is the point where Hob realises he's immortal- this is either just before or right after he's put the pieces together, dying on the battlefield only to wake up however long later, still pinned to the rain drenched ground. I've mentioned it before but personally i like to think that Hob dies a few times before realising he's immortal - this seems impossible, i know. How do you die and not know it? well, walk with me here for a moment.

Using a previous example i discussed - Hob gets his throat slit. Mid fight, adrenaline pumping, one blade slashed across his neck the moment his head divots, and he's gone.

Except he isn't, because he wakes up. And at first maybe he does think he's dead- its silent, too silent for the violence he was just a part of, and he's cold, like the dead usually are. But he opens his eyes and there is a mortal sky above him. There is a mortal field, filled with mortal bodies, and only one of them sits up. He remembers a blade slashing him, haltingly like his mind is trying to reject the experience, but it's there nonetheless. He was sure, in that split second where the blood gushed and his eyes widened, that he would die...but he didn't? the dead don't wake, not for anything - Hob would know. And when he reaches a hand up to his neck, there is a gash. But its shallow - bleeding sluggishly and slow, yes. But shallow. There is a copious amount of blood covering him from the neck down, a blood-soaked patch of grass where his head was, red smeared across the palm he had just felt his very heartbeat with.

He is alive. He is alive, and there is a wound across his neck, and an obscene amount of blood for one man- but there isn't just one man. It was shock, Hob thinks later when he's staggered to his feet and stumbled over the nearest hill, bow in hand. It was shock that made him pass out- a knife across the throat is bound to shock anyone, it wasn't as deep as he thought it was but then...of course a knife through the neck is going to feel bloody intense, no matter how shallow. So it was shock that made the world go black, and the blood that cooled was not just his own but a mix of the men who had died next to him. Medieval weapons are nothing to turn your nose up at, the dismembered and crushed bodies that laid next to him, on him, had added to the life-ending amount of blood Hob had woken in.

This is just one example of the handful of times where i believe Hob Gadling 100% absolutely fuckin kicked the bucket, but was in just the right circumstances to explain it away when he woke up in a pool of his own damn blood. Now how is this relevant to the drawing?...sorry for the weird academic lines i feel like im doing a presentation and have to convince u all of my point rn my bad

This drawing is when Hob discovers he's immortal (or, a memory of this fundamental shift in his existence & view of the world) - that perhaps the mysterious near-deaths he's had leading up to this were not as 'near' as he thought they were, and that maybe he did just actually fuckin die. Sorta like that guy in ep 6 now that i think of it, the whole "Wow that came so close to hitting me!!" and Deaths just watching him like "So close?? Really?? :D" Bc he absolutely dies here...and then wakes up. Still stuck on the spear. And how do you even comprehend that...i've gone on long enough so i wont delve into that just yet but. Yeah. Hob dies a few times on this spear while figuring out how to get himself out of this supremely fucked up situation- i wont be drawing him getting unstuck or anything, its just going to be him slam dunked by a spear, but like. There's absolutely a story behind it. So that'll be the main focus - Hob pinned like a butterfly, a little reminiscent of the 'Has Hob Gadling been Buried Alive' post i made bc im a sucker for angst (at this point i think that is. incredibly evident) and these two particular things (buried alive and pinned by a spear) present a uniquely helpless situation. Like its not just getting stabbed or shot, hes actively stuck and has to un-stick himself (haha) in order to start properly healing.

The second part of the drawing will not require NEARLY as long an explanation, and will merely be like. a close up of Hobs face, covered in blood. Separate situation to the spear incident, this ones probably just gonna look like hes dead on the floor. Idk what go into me to draw either of these things, i just kinda wanted to explore his immortality in a visual way? and i will absolutely tw both of them and put the new like. content warning things on them bc i am realising now after writing all this down how dark it is...listen i blame Hannibal for skewing my tolerance to stuff like this, you cant watch that show and come out of it being normal about these things. Anyway...haven't decided if the spear drawing is going to be Hob actually in the 1380 - 1390's, or if hes just having a nightmare about it, bc ill be real. I really like the form of the body i did, and i dont really wanna cover it up with clothes but...i feel like its just strange if he's in his damn boxers so. We'll see.

Thank you for the ask!! this has been circling my brain for weeks i hope i don't scare too many people with it...

(also I have an ask for the bandits drawing so that ones covered, but it's 2am and i really need to start going to bed earlier so I will answer it tomorrow!! I'm excited for that one, nearly as excited as I was for this post, bc I really like how it's coming along...except for one aspect, but...tomorrow...)

#always having thoughts on the many deaths of hob gadling #also just as a side note but like #hob being poisoned and dying only to promptly wake up like ‘what BASTARD did that’ #hob showing up to work or court or whatever #keeping an eye out for the first person to balk at his appearance #the first person to SWEAT at him still being alive #in advance im SORRRYYYY #I'm sorry for hurting him #the sandman #hob gadling #Tw blood #Tw gore #Tw violence #tw death

[stoupax]

💀 🎨 🧠 for your terrible gremlin Tav whomst I love

he is a gremlin, isn't he!! thank you.

[20 oc questions from here]

💀 Has your OC ever lost anyone to death? Multiple people? People close to them? How does the loss make them feel?

(cw for mention of abuse.) this is a weird one for Tav. when he was twelve, he and his step-dad were fighting to escape the house fire which would ultimately kill step-dad. he called out to Tav for help when he got caught under debris, but Tav had just, against all odds, gotten back onto his feet after step-dad had brutally shoved him into burning furniture. since this is the man who beat Tav bloody as a hobby and the priority was to get the hell out of there, Tav simply left him. didn't even try to go to him, just ran. he's not sorry about it.

but there is someone from his twenties whom he considered, in his poor definition of the word, a friend: Marwen, a fellow Guild agent. Marwen was estranged from his family, and as far as Tav knew, Marwen didn't like them. so when someone approached Tav and asked for specifics regarding Marwen's relatives, he sold that information without a second thought, and without mention to Marwen. if anything, he thought he did the guy a favor. Marwen went missing shortly after the transaction, and hasn't been seen or heard from since. Tav thinks he must have gone to his family, and died. Tav's spent the last two years trying not to think too hard about it, but now Marwen is showing up in his dreams*...

*subject to change depending on what fuckshit Larian decides to do with Daisy, but even if Daisy can't be Marwen for plot reasons, Tav does have this hanging over him, and it will bite him in the ass one way or another.

🎨 Is your OC artistic? Can they draw or paint or do they prefer another medium? Are they a writer or musician or do they do something else?

Tav is decent at drawing! not people, so much as objects and designs, but still. (comes in handy for Astarion later.) he knows just enough lute-playing to say he can play the lute. fun fact-- almost drew this but can't be arsed to dig up references-- he rolled a natural 20 on a performance check when talking to Alfira, and I imagine he is as shocked about it as I was.

🧠 Talk about your OCs mental health! Do they have any specific triggers or ways to practice self care? What are some things that are more difficult for them to do because of their mental health?

oh geez... so, Tav is doing his best out here, gang.

the specific triggers he is at least somewhat cognizant of are when his downstairs neighbors are yelling or slamming objects, and fires. not every fire, not little fires, but full-on conflagrations in particular (for reasons mentioned above). he has a very, very hard time at Waukeen's Rest and his companions learn pretty quickly that setting the battlefield on fire is going to knock them down a sound rogue.

his take on self-care is not thinking too hard about anything that gives him feelings other than contentment, and smokin’ fantasy weed, which he probably doesn’t have any access to from the time of his abduction til the party with the tieflings and druids, at the earliest.

#dungeonsanddumbasses #long post #thanks for askin!!!!!!! #my art #tav drawn #tav fenway #marwen caywood #marwen drawn #bg3 #bg3 art #bg3 oc #bg3 tav

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Frayed Ties - Chapter 7 - Part 2

*Warning: Adult Content*  

Being cleaned by someone else felt intimate.

Not in a sexual way, it was simply familiar.

Like a cat grooming another cat.

Whenever Danya was too outspoken and got sent to isolation in the dusty basement for hours or days, Duran would sit him down afterwards and do this for him.

Cailan touched Danya's arm.

"Would you like me to change these bandages?"

Danya's hand reflexively clamped around the bandages on his wrist.

He had almost forgotten about them and the shame they concealed.

He was sure if Cailan saw the cuts he would know what Danya had done.

"Ah... no. Simon has been tending to them for me." Cailan smiled.

"I understand. It is nice, sometimes, to be the one being cared for."

"Yes, that's... yes."

Danya shifted his bandaged wrist just slightly so that it hung behind his hip.

It wasn't entirely out of view but perhaps it would draw less focus.

Danya shifted his bandaged wrist just slightly so that it hung behind his hip.

It wasn't entirely out of view but perhaps it would draw less focus.

"So he, your master, his father would forbid him the company of a male Companion if he were to leave the military?"

"Can a grown man's father forbid him anything?"

Cailan smiled and shook his head, his fingertips tickling against Danya's neck as they brushed dried blood away.

"His father was who gave me to him. A rather bold approach to dealing with his son's sexual deviancy when others would have turned to discipline instead. His father understands that there is a permanency to a man's desires."

"Yet he would push him to marry?"

"Mm."

Cailan's fingers combed through Danya's hair.

"He's an only child. There would be... expectations. His father would never cut him off for failing to meet them, understand but Liam does not want me to have to be a dirty secret. The military offers a certain limited acceptance for men like my master and Hamish, so long as they keep things out of view. Beyond that, the only fields that would accept it involve working with slaves in some way."

"And he does not wish to do that?"

"He..."

Cailan pursed his lips together in thought.

"He's a kind man when it comes to those weaker than himself. What part could such a man play in the slave industry without it destroying him?"

"I suppose," Danya murmured.

He didn't have the energy to push this conversation further.

He shut his eyes and finally let himself relax into the warm, gentle brush of Cailan's magic.

Danya didn't even realise he'd leant in until his forehead touched Cailan's shoulder.

Cailan was still for a moment and then his arms came up and encircled Danya in a loose hug.

Cailan felt like Duran had when his master was around, the stability inherent to a well loved slave.

Danya could question and pry for tidbits all he liked but that sensation, that inner calm, told him more than any words could.

They stayed like that for a time, slowly balancing out the tiny bit of energy Danya had within himself.

If only things had been so simple with Simon, if he could reach out without explanation and have his needs understood and respected.

Slowly, Cailan began working on cleaning Danya again.

First on his back where he could reach without pulling out of the embrace and then down his stomach and thighs.

When he knelt down, Danya shifted his legs apart to give him proper access to the rest of his body.

Just as he had begun working on Danya's inner thigh, Cailan sprung to his feet and spun around, then promptly dropped back down to kneel on the ground.

Danya didn't know how he hadn't noticed Simon's energy when he'd entered the tent because it hit him hard it the chest as their gazes met.

Simon's expression was hard and flat and Danya stood frozen far too long before finally kneeling as well.

Simon stared at them in silence for a few long moments before gesturing to Cailan with a slight motion of his head.

"You can go."

Cailan shot Danya a worried look but he obeyed immediately.

Danya stayed kneeling as the tent flaps closed behind Cailan.

"Get dressed," Simon said, his voice still frighteningly emotionless.

He turned away while Danya did as he was told.

Once Danya was clothed in one of the clean robes and sitting down on his cot, Simon turned back around.

"What was that about?"

"He was just helping me get cleaned up, sir."

Danya was aware his voice sounded weak and shaky and probably a little guilty, even though he hadn't really done anything wrong.

'Had he?'

Well, if Simon was displeased he supposed he had, by definition.

"Don't call me sir."

Simon folded his arms over his chest.

"I'm not angry,"

'He clearly was.'

"I just expect you to be honest with me and there was clearly more going on there than cleaning."

Danya wanted to cry.

There hadn't been, not in the way Simon thought but he couldn't tell his master he was wrong.

At the end of the day, if Simon thought his behaviour had been inappropriate then it had been.

Danya swallowed roughly and looked away.

"I apologise."

"I don't want an apology. I want an explanation."

Danya couldn't speak.

Not without crying.

He'd given his explanation.

Was he supposed to lie?

Admit to something that hadn't happened and risk getting Cailan in trouble as well?

He wouldn't.

"Danya..."

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At A Distance, Spring Is Green -BL Version (Yeo Jun x Nam Soo Hyun)-Chapter 16 : Do you feel nothing?

A/N: This chapter has abuse imagery as seen in the drama

"So..." Mi-Ju looked at Soo Hyun. "I've decided to give up on you." she announced. Soo Hyun looked at her. "I guess that's funny to say since I was already rejected by you but I thought you would be more at ease if I made myself clear."

Soo Hyun nodded. "Right."

"By the way, aren't you curious as to why I was attracted to you in the first place?"

"I am." Soo Hyun admitted, much to Mi-Ju's surprise. "I couldn't ask because I felt I had no right to."

Mi-Ju managed to smile as she began her story. "I first saw you at the convenience store on a particularly bad day for me---" Soo Hyun listened as she recounted their encounter. "I thought to myself, if I had someone like you by my side at  any given time, I  knew I would be able to  get past anything.Nonchalantly but with affection.You seemed like a solid tree who'd take my hand and guide me along the way ." She looked at Soo Hyun and smiled. "You're also a handsome tree."

She took a deep breath before she continued speaking. "I don't regret it though. For the first time in my life I tried my best. Even if I travel back in time, I still would have fallen for you, developed a crush on you and told you how I felt."

"I'm sorry." Soo Hyun apologized. "For not being able to give you anything."

Wearing her bravest face, Mi-Ju simply nodded before reaching into her folder. "Please accept this." she gave a sheet to Soo Hyun. "I can neither keep it nor throw it away."

Soo Hyun looked at it. It was the actual drawing from the picture she'd shown them that day at lunch.

"It's my drawing of you. Didn't I do a good job?" Soo Hyun smiled as he looked at it. "Thank you for appearing in my  life so that I got the chance to have a crush on you." Mi-Ju told him.

Soo Hyun looked at the portrait and then to the retreating back of the girl he could not love.This kind of thing could not be forced.

Not knowing how long his talk with Mi-Ju would have been,Jun reluctantly left Soo Hyun behind and headed home first.

The minute he arrived at his apartments, his face fell when he beheld a familiar silhouette.

"These aren't yours." Yeo Jun's mother held up Soo Hyun's clothes with a scornful finger as she sat on the couch. "Where did you get these rags?"

"Leave them." Jun grabbed the clothes. "Why are you here?" he asked.

"Must I have a reason to be here?" she questioned in turn. "It's not like you paid for this place."

"You only come to me when things are bad for you." he pointed out.

His mother stood to her feet. "What?"

"To yell and curse at me."

"I see you've become talkative." His mother looked at him.

Jun's eyes were steely. "That's right. I've changed mother. So don't come by unannounced like this."

"Do you think I'm here to see you?" his mother lashed out, almost in tears. "I can't reach Jun-Wan." Yeo Jun sighed. "This isn't like him at all." his mother was more muttering to herself than talking to him. "He always picks up when I call."

"Should I call him for you?" Jun asked

His mother ran to him. "Does take your calls? Have you seen him?"  her teary eyes were hopeful. "What did you say to him that made him ignore my calls?" she tapped Jun in the chest

Yeo Jun took both of his mother's hands into his. "Mother. Please get a grip on yourself. Leave him be will you?" he screamed, defending his brother.

His mother immediately pulled her hands from his and held her head as she began screaming erratically.

Looking at her, Yeo Jun's pupils shrank as he looked at her hands.

There were bruises under that long sleeved blouse she was wearing.

"Mom?" he grabbed her shaking hand in his own to inspect it. "Mom. What's all this?"

His mother immediately pulled her hands away, her face riddled with fear "It's nothing." she pulled her sleeves down and backed away from her son.  "Please call  the moment you hear from Jun Wan." she took up her bag from the couch.

"Does dad beat you too?" Jun's heart was racing.

His mother looked at him over her shoulder.

"Are you being abused as well?!" he screamed

"What...What are you talking about?" his mother asked as her tears flowed.

"Mom?" Jun was in disbelief.

"Shh..shhh..shh." His mother put a trembling finger to her lips. "Others might hear you.Please keep your voice down." she begged.

"What others?" Jun asked. He looked at his mother's bruises again "How could you have kept this hidden when we lived in the same house?"

His mother grabbed her coat. "Move." she shoved him aside as she retreated hastily.

Yeo Jun collapsed into the couch, tears streaming down his face at this new revelation.

He'd been in the dark about so many things. He'd not known the truth about his brother and now, seeing his mother in that state, it really was too much to bear.

It was late in the night when Yeo Jun finally reached out to Jun Wan.

[Hey Jun.] his brother greeted him

"Mom came by."

[Mother? Why?]

"Are you going to leave her there?" Jun asked. "You knew didn't you?"

[I've been telling her for many years to leave father.This is the life she chose]

"If mom had been less miserable, would I have been happier?" Jun asked . There was silence. "Jun Wan?"

[Yes. Jun?]

"I still don't think I can forgive mom though ." he confessed.

[Mn.] Jun-Wan understood perfectly. [Don't think too much about it.] he told his younger brother. [Get some sleep.]

[Mn.] A miserable Yeo Jun agreed.

After hanging up with Jun Wan, he couldn't sleep.Easing himself out of bed, he walked to the living room.

"Are you going to sleep?" he asked Soo Hyun, who was nestling in the sofa.

Soo Hyun sat up. "Why?"

"I'd like a consultation." Yeo Jun told him

"How much will you pay?"

Yeo Jun held up the wine he held in his hand.

Soo Hyun looked at the bottle and sighed. The possible cost of that wine was sure to give him hives if he heard it.

"This won't cause indigestion." Yeo Jun told him, reading the look on his face 

"How much is it?" Soo Hyun asked.

"Hmm..Pricier than 10,000 Won." Jun replied 

Soo Hyun eyed him suspiciously "But less than 1 million Won right?"

Jun looked at the bottle.

"It's not?" Soo Hyun asked in alarm.

Jun smiled at him. "It is. It's 999,000 Won."

"Are you making fun of me?" Soo Hyun frowned

Jun simply smiled at him.

"What do you want advice on?" Soo Hyun asked when a glass of wine had been poured for each of them.

"Fathers." Jun replied. He looked at Soo Hyun. "I want to hear about yours."

"But you're the one who wanted to talk." Soo Hyun pointed out. Jun's eyes fell a little. "My dad was a hero." Soo Hyun began after a while.  "A hero who couldn't protect his own family.Could be a hero to many and rarely be a hero to his own family.He was a righteous man many people respected. " he smiled wryly "But it only led me to poverty."

"No." Jun objected.

"What?"

"It's not easy to be as strong as you." Jun said "I'm sure you got that from your father."

 "Is that so?" Soo Hyun looked at his hands. "I wouldn't have minded if I had to bear it all alone, but my little brother too.He couldn't do all that he wanted. That hurts the most." He sighed as he thought of Koo Hyun and the life he'd had to live all because of their circumstances. He swallowed his own despair and looked at Jun. "What about your father?"

"My father...physically abuses his family." Soo Hyun looked at Jun in surprise. "Members of my family shed blood trying to cover up that fact." Jun's eyes were teary "But I let someone else know."

Soo Hyun recalled that night. The one where he'd found Jun in tears. "It must have been hard for you." His heart was heavy.

"Not me." Jun's tears had not yet fallen. "It was my brother. He must have had it worse.But I was completely in the dark." His silent tears began to roll. "And only whined about my pain." He was disgusted with himself. "Soo Hyun" 

"Yes?"

"What do I do?"

Soo Hyun wished he had an answer for that hurting person sitting across from him but he had none.

"There was so much I didn't know. So much I got wrong." he lamented.

Soo Hyun left his chair and stooped beside Yeo Jun's chair, reaching upwards,he used his thumbs to wipe Jun's tears.

"Soo Hyun."

"Hmm?"

Jun swallowed. "Tell me the truth."

"About what?" Soo Hyun asked.

"Do you really not have any feelings for me?"

Soo Hyun sighed.

Why was he always asking these kinds of questions when he was upset?

He stood to his feet and Jun stood as well.

"You're upset right now. You shouldn't be thinking about these things." He attempted to walk away but Yeo Jun blocked him.

"Tell me the truth." Jun repeated. "Do you feel nothing?"

Soo Hyun sighed and looked at the floor.Of course he did feel something but how could he possibly act on them? They were so different plus he didn't have the time nor the luxury for a relationship.

"Jun--I--" Soo Hyun attempted to explain but that bluntness of his suddenly dissipated.

Jun looked into his eyes.His voice low. "Please don't lie." his eyes were pleading. "I don't want someone else lying to me."

Soo Hyun couldn't take it anymore. Rather than responding in words, Soo Hyun yanked Yeo Jun to him, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

Yeo Jun responded immediately to Soo Hyun's kiss, coiling his arms around him as their hungry lips gorged on each other.

The fire was lit, and in this moment, Soo Hyun didn't have an ounce of restraint.

He and Yeo Jun kissed their way through that apartment, maneuvering their bodies until they made it to the bedroom.

Soo Hyun looked at Yeo Jun as he sat on the bed with his elbows propping up his weight.He discarded his sweatshirt before making his way to him, showering him with kisses.

He kissed Yeo Jun's lips, sucking, biting, teasing.

With his eyes not leaving Jun's he undid his buttons one by one.

Soo Hyun gently eased Jun's shirt from his shoulders and down his arms,dotting kisses along the way. On his neck, on the blades of his shoulder, down his arm before finding his lips once more.

Yeo Jun bit his lip and closed his eyes as Soo Hyun rained kisses all over his body.

Their lips parted momentarily and Soo Hyun searched Yeo Jun's eyes as they both panted.

Between them there was one main question:

Are you sure?

Neither of them had thought of another man in this way before but their desire for each other was palpable.

Yeo Jun reached up and softly caressed Nam Soo Hyun's neck.

Nam Soo Hyun tenderly kissed Yeo Jun's forehead and then his nose. Bypassing his lips, he kissed his neck, sucking intermittently while Yeo Jun's hand cradled his head, intimately stroking the base of his neck.

Kisses were strewn down the length of Yeo Jun's body while Soo Hyun's hands trailed behind to caress, doubling Jun's sensation. Across the span of his chest, down his torso, down to his navel, his hip bones.

He unbuttoned Jun's pants, angling his head upwards to gauge his reaction.

Jun looked back at him, from under lowered lids, his cheeks flushed.

With no objections, Soo Hyun removed the rest of Jun's clothes and beheld his bare body spread out under him.

"Are you okay?" he dared to ask Jun, as he laid there like a blushing virgin.

"Mn." Jun nodded shyly.

Everything between them after that point was like an out of body experience.

These two who had come from different worlds were meeting in the middle of desire and passion.Meeting in between kisses and bare skin.Not caring in this moment about who was rich and who was poor, about who was more stubborn. In this moment, just their mutual feelings passed between them.

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking into Yeo Jun's eyes when they were done.

Jun smiled and kissed him, tasting the slight saltiness on Soo Hyun's lips. "Mn."

Understandably, their bed was now quite the sight.

Leaving Jun on the bed, Soo Hyun went to the closet to retrieve towels.

Jun slowly got up and wrapped the towel around his waist.

They stood looking at each other after what they'd just done.

"Are you...okay?" Jun asked, a little uncertain, not sure of how Soo Hyun might be feeling at this point.

Soo Hyun's dimples appeared in his cheek as he made his way to Yeo Jun.

"You asked if I liked you earlier right?" he coiled his arms around Jun's waist.

Yeo Jun nodded.

"Did you get your answer?" he asked.

Yeo Jun blushed slightly and lowered his head "Mn." he replied. He coiled his own arms around Soo Hyun's waist. "But I want to hear it."

Soo Hyun smiled at this stubborn person. "I like you." he said before kissing him tenderly.

Yeo Jun smiled and rested his head on Soo Hyun's chest....

He was happy.

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