#pastel peach writes

[pastel-peach-writes]

Hello!! I love your Korra X readers so I’m just gonna ask if you could do a Korra x Fem!reader (or GN up to you!) with the cliche plot of Reader being injured and not telling anyone until later? Hope you are doing well!!

YURR lets go. I initially wrote this as a fem!reader, but I didn't even use the reader's pronouns in this so, gender neutral reader it is!

Kiss It Better | Korra x Beifong!Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: With your girlfriend saving the world all the time, you take it as your job to not worry her with your own problems. If you needed help with something, you'd figure it out or get someone else's help. What happens when your "selflessness" nearly costs you an arm?

╰┈➤ WARNING: Injured!Reader, Suggestive Mentions, Cursing, Not Proofread, Beifong!Reader

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

It was a simple fracture. You were training with Bolin and a cluster of Earth hit you too hard in the arm. Bolin apologized and even offered to take you to the infirmary, but you rejected him.

One, you were a Beifong; you don't get hurt. Two, if you go to the infirmary, chances are you'll get a cast or some sort of sling. That'll worry your girlfriend, the Avatar, and with all the duties she had to attend to, your fractured arm was the least of her worries.

"Oh, fuck," you hissed, leaning back into your plush sofa. Typically, the plush cushions and fuzzy fabric would comfort you. The cushions would allow your muscles to relax and for your body to find comfort in the warm snuggles of your girlfriend's blanket. But now, the cushions only make your body hurt worse.

There was no support in the cushions. The plushiness was too plushy and the warm comfort typically found within the blanket was annoying.

"I'm home!" Korra announced. The woman kicked off her boots, put up her short hair, and plopped beside you on the couch.

You groaned, holding your bicep.

Korra tilted her head, raising a brow. "Hey, you okay? Was I too loud or something?"

Time slowed as you forced a laugh out of your chest. If you laughed too hard, your arm would ache. If you didn't laugh enough, Korra would assume something was wrong.

Nothing was wrong. At least, to her knowledge.

"Oh, sorry!" you smiled at her, "I was actually practicing this new joke Mako taught me. I was supposed to make this sound, but I guess I haven't mastered it yet."

"Oh... haha," Korra forced out of her. "No more taking joke suggestions from Mako. He doesn't have a funny bone in his body." The Avatar nestled her head on your chest. She hummed, snuggling into the warmth of your body.

"Right," you chewed on your lip. "I don't know what I was thinking."

-

"One, hit! Two, hit! Three--!"

"Okay!" you howled. You and Bolin have been training for three hours straight now. Something must've inspired Bolin because he's been sending over disks, boulders, and other forms of Earth toward you like there was no tomorrow. While he was losing pounds by sweating alone, your arm was screaming at you.

"Please stop moving me!" "I'm hurt!" "Why do you hate us?!"

You wished you could listen to your body. You really did. But you read somewhere that certain fractures can heal on their own with the proper rest and care.

You thought you could take it easy in training today, but obviously, Bolin had other plans.

"Oh," Bolin smiled, peeling himself away from his boxed stance. "Did I go too far? Sorry. Opal said something last night about guys working out and how she loved watching me train sometimes, so I wanted to work extra hard this practice so I wouldn't feel bad for showing off."

Your chest heaved up and down as the boy spoke. The fire in your arm was excruciating and it was spreading to your shoulders.

You trudged along the training center, going to a lousy bench where your water bottle and workout towel lay. "No, no," you told Bolin, "it's okay. I just need a break. That's all."

Lowering yourself onto the bench, your muscles and all the meat on your body felt like falling off the bone like you were a tenderly cooked piece of chicken. Your thighs ached and shook, like after an endless night with Korra. You took your towel and slung it over your good arm. You carefully opened your water bottle to take a sip.

Bolin followed after, mindlessly yapping about Opal and how pretty she was. Once he sat himself next to you and drank from his water, his eyes bulged out of his head, and water sprayed from his mouth.,

You whipped your head toward him, perplexed. "Oh, my Spirits! What was that?"

"What happened to your arm?" the boy exclaimed. He pointed at the swollen and bruised skin. Your rotator cuff was a deep purple with blue specs. He couldn't see it, but the bruising gave a pulsing sensation.

You scoffed and went for another sip of water. "Nothing. Just bumped into a pole."

"What kind of pole hit you like that?" he exclaimed again, now out of his seat. His green eyes were now filled with fear; his body trembled with worry.

You tried to shrug, but since your hurt arm was alarmingly tough and sore, only your good arm moved. "I don't know," you mumbled. "It was a while ago, I think. I can't really remember."

"Well, you have to at least let a nurse or someone qualified check you out! This looks bad, Beifong. No pole could've done this."

"Bolin," you rose to your feet. "I'm fine. Don't make me say it again." You didn't let Bolin get another word in as you gathered your things. "And Bolin, don't mention this to anyone."

-

Bolin can't keep a secret and honestly, it's your fault for telling him to keep one. You're his friend and Bolin doesn't believe in keeping his friends in danger. You need medical attention, even if you are too stubborn to admit it.

Immediately after practice, he ran to Mako who ran to Asami who told Korra.

When she first heard the news, Korra had mixed emotions. She was vexed because she didn't notice your pain and you didn't tell her, yet worried about the extremity of your injury. Could your arm fall off? What if the injury was actually worse underneath?

The Krew discussed your injury and how to intervene in your careless ways of living. There was a plan where they tricked you into going to the hospital, another where they took you out to dinner and would finesse you into spilling your guts, and then there's the plan they actually went through; the plan that made the most sense.

Korra was to go home with a smile on her face, cuddle and kiss on you for a while, and then ease into the conversation of training and injuries.

Mako thought the subtle conversation topic would force you to talk about your injury without actually forcing you.

Well, it's been two fucking hours of medical talk and Korra wasn't getting anywhere.

The two of you were cuddling on your bed, legs entangled with each other and her arms around your waist. She had her head on your good arm and from the corner of her eye, she could see the black and blue bruising that was growing to your neck.

Your pajamas acted as a pathetic way to hide it.

Korra was done playing the nice game. She had Asami in her head telling her to play the nice game and to ease into it. (She also had Mako claiming that Korra was unable to play the "nice-and-ease-into-it" game, but what Mako doesn't know won't kill him).

"Bolin told me," Korra spoke, her eyes fixated on the wall in front of you two.

You hummed, keeping your eyes closed. The ache and burn on your arm weren't as bad anymore. You also read somewhere that heat would inflame the injury more so after a quick lukewarm shower, you iced. You iced and replaced the ice for hours until Korra came home.

You were missing that ice right about now.

"Told you what?"

"That you have a disgusting bruise on your shoulder." Okay, so Bolin didn't describe it as disgusting, but what you don't know won't kill you either.

You snickered. "I ran into a pole, okay? It's not the big of a deal."

"Then why are you lying to me?" Korra pulled herself off of your chest. With delicate fingers, the Avater peeled the soft fabric off your shoulders.

The subtle movement of the fabric made you wince and the natural instinct was to push Korra away, so, you did. You pushed on her stomach to move her away from you. "Korra, don't."

"Oh, what are you gonna do?" she scoffed. Korra sat on her knees, shoulders squared to you and arms crossed over her chest. "Threaten me? You saw how that worked out with Bolin, nice move by the way." Korra's words were stern and leaning towards the angry side of things. Her nose scrunched while her nostrils flared. She was also gripping her arms so hard, her grip made marks.

"I didn't threaten him," you claimed.

"So, what would you call it? Being a bad friend? Telling him to keep your health a secret knowing damn well it's on the line?"

"My health is not on the line!" You've sat up from the bed now. Your bad arm rested on a mound of pillows and your good arm held it for support. "It's a tiny injury, sprain if you wanna go that far."

"That's rich," Korra scoffed. She shook her head, getting off the bed. "You can barely talk to me without the corner of your mouthing ticking from the pain. I can barely put my hands on your shirt and you can barely sit on the couch without groaning in pain."

You suddenly found interest in the ceiling. You took note of the texture and the color. You would find any new fact you could about this ceiling if it meant you could avoid Korra's burning gaze and her rising anger.

This is why you didn't want to tell her in the first place. She's worried about everyone else and for once, you wanted to be someone she doesn't have to worry about. But now she's here, yelling at you because she cares. Because you didn't tell her.

"I didn't want you to worry about me too," you mumbled. Your gaze dropped to the comforter. "You have so much on your plate, I wanted to ease the load. You shouldn't be stressed about me, you're the Avatar. You have more people to worry about."

Watching you struggle to look her in the eye, Korra sat herself on the bed. She put a soft hand on the mound of your knee, using her thumb to soothe the skin. "Hey," she spoke. "I am your girlfriend first and the Avatar second. I will always worry about you. You deserved to be worried about and cared for."

You swallowed thickly. The back of your throat scratched like you had a cold yet your mouth was eager to say something back. Your brain couldn't think of any words to say.

"Your struggles and problems aren't inferior to me. I want you to come to me with your troubles, not because I'm the Avatar, but because I'm your girlfriend. It's my job to care for you, to heal you when you're sick, and to pick you up when you're down. Master of the Elements or not, that's my job and it's yours too," she sighed. "So, please, for the first time, tell me what's wrong and what I can do to help you."

The moment your eyes locked with hers, a flood broke through you. You wept as you told her what was wrong with your arm and how long you've tried to sustain this injury, four days.

Korra could kick herself over and over again for not noticing how much pain you were in, but you were a good pretender. In some way, she had Bolin and Opal to thank. Without Bolin's sudden desire to train extra hard, you wouldn't be forced to stop pretending.

But instead of wallowing in self-pity and throwing a really weird party for the couple in her head, she comforted you. She pulled you to her chest and held you as tightly as she could without hurting you further.

The two of you stayed like that, you in her arms, for a while. You didn't take notice of the time spent in the position. You two focused on each other's breathing and warmth.

And finally, for the first time in a long time, you let Korra take care of you.

WC: 2,071

#pastel-peach-writes #gender-neutral terms #pastel peach writes #gender neutral terms #sapphic #avatar korra #the legend of korra #legend of korra #korra #korra fanfic #korra x y/n #korra x you #korra x reader #beifong!reader #lok x reader #lok fanfic #lok #legend of korra fanfiction #legend of korra fanfic

[sweaterweatherever]

Sweet and Sour (Tyler Galpin x Reader )

Pairing: Tyler Galpin x AFAB reader

Warnings: Smut. AGED UP CHARACTERS. Thigh riding, choking, hair pulling and slapping. Unprotected vaginal sex. No daddy kink here because I’m unable to write it. I tried. I hope you like it anyways. Yeti reader. Post Hyde Tyler.

A/N: Poor Tyler, was he a catholic? He definitely gave me the Christian guilt. Yes. I hate Inglourious Basterds with all my heart, but I will respect the awful spelling the guy chose.

Requested: Yes. I dedicate this fic to the person who requested it, but also to the anon who called me a monster fucker. I can get much worse, babe. Don’t tempt me.

The first time you walked into the Weathervane, Tyler was struck. The heat of the day made it so the café was having a slow day, even slower than usual since the whole town found out he was the Hyde. That had almost gotten him fired, but the mayor had forced his employer to keep him, citing that as a newly revealed outcast, it could be grounds for a discrimination scandal. Tyler didn’t care. The pay was good enough to compensate the lack of tips, and since it was the only café around here, it got plenty of outcast traffic. The owner was happy. His father was happy. The mayor was happy. He was…well, at least not in jail.

You came in wearing a soft, pastel colored dress, with a white sweater hanging from where you had it tied to your purse’s strap.

“Hi.” You say to him, all bright eyes and a smile. Immediately he knows you can’t be a local because if you knew, you wouldn’t be being so nice. “Do you guys serve ice tea?”

“Yes. We have plain, lemon infused and peach infused. Which one would you like?” Tyler takes out a plastic cup, already scribbling on it.

“Lemon.” You started taking out your card to pay, and Tyler used the brief respite to look you up and down once more. You were the prettiest girl he had ever seen, with your white heart shaped sunglasses perched on your hair, adorable sundress and glossy pink lip gloss. Total opposite of one Wednesday Addams. And maybe he was fucked up, he had no clear type or worse, he was looking into opposites of her. But you were pretty and smiling at him like he was a human being. Tyler was a sucker for manners.

“Okay, give me your name.” He asked, eyeing your purse. It was white, with a soft coral lining on the inside. Tyler could see your phone peeking out of it, wrapped in a light pink phone case. It made him smile.

“Y/N” Tyler scribbled it down, and you gave him a bright smile.

“You are new to town?”

“Yeah, my parents and I were checking out the place. They are going to enroll me at Nevermore, so they are meeting the principal. You look my age…” You cocked your head to the side, looking at him from beneath your eyelashes. “You go there?”

“I will be going there next semester, yeah.” Tyler grimaced. He should probably warn you, now, before someone else does. It would not take too long when they saw you, all pretty and innocent and consorting with the likes of him. “Look, if you want to make friends there… Avoid me. Please.”

“Not a Nevermore fan?” You asked, sitting at the counter and watching him pour your drink.

“More like Nevermore is not a fan of me.” He passes you the cup, and you take out a book of your purse and walk silently to a table. If he wanted his space, who were you to deny him? However, his warning intrigues you, and you keep stealing glances at him when you think he isn’t looking. You like the way his face dimples when he smiles and his eyes seem so genuine, you can’t help but find him attractive.

Tyler notices you looking at him, thinking you are being so sly. This attention is nice, and you are adorable, so he decides to enjoy it while it lasts. You don’t see each other again, not until the semester starts, and he is dropped off by his father in a school full of people who hate his guts. Which, honestly? Not that impressive for a school of outcasts. It seems you lose it once and go on a murdering spree, and suddenly, everyone is terrified. Come on! Their teacher was the one that triggered him in the first place!

By then, you had already heard all about how he killed a bunch of normies and almost maimed to death another kid, plus the charges of attempted murder against half the school. How he got away with everything, claiming it was all Thornhill, and drugs, and a bunch of legalese the public defender spun to get him out of jail, where he belongs. Yet, for some reason, you decide to sit next to him in your first class, looking prim and proper in your new uniform. Tyler doesn’t say anything. He warned you once, he is not about to do it again. He is a selfish creature, he will enjoy it while it lasts. The company is very pleasant, in comparison to his fabulous new roommate, who almost pissed his pants when he saw him.

“So.” You say, eyes crinkling. “What do you like to do for fun, apart from murdering people?” You ask, and he can’t help but snort. Tyler hasn’t laughed, truly laughed, since what? Six months ago? He isn’t really sure, but your attitude is refreshing. Nobody has dared to joke about it, and maybe it is because you weren’t here back then, but it’s nice not to be looked at like he is a monster. Even if some days he is not sure that he regrets it.

“I read, although not as much as you do.” Tyler answers, possibly betraying too much of his feelings by admitting he has been watching you. “I like to jog. And before, I used to play football…” His voice drops a little then, and you can’t help but smile at him.

“Wanna see something cool?” You ask him, and blow him a kiss. He is confused at first, but his eyes open wide when your breath turns into ice crystals, freezing in the air. “You weren’t the only presumed extinct, you know. Don’t feel so special.”

Knowing what you are makes everything about you have sense for Tyler. You are something special, something precious. A miracle kid, who with no doubt was sheltered and treasured. You are innocent and naive, and the idea of being the one to corrupt that innocence, claim the beautiful prize for himself, attracts the Hyde. Monsters like shiny things too. The urge to own, the urge to make his, is almost unbearable. And the more human side of him wonders what it would be like to get to hold your hand and maybe kiss you, showing you the same tenderness you had shown him.

He panics. Really. The idea of corrupting your innocence both excites him and fills him with dread. And so, Tyler buries his feelings deep and pretends everything is fine. He’ll just… be your friend. There is no harm in that, after all.

Turns out he was mistaken. So mistaken it is funny, actually. You start spending so much time together, everyone refers to you two like Y/N-and-Tyler, in the same breath. His reputation improves because how bad can Tyler really be if he hangs with you all the time, poster child for the discriminated outcasts? Besides, you are so sweet, so nice, but you wouldn’t stand for anything morally wrong. Your free periods are spent on the quad, legs lazily tangling together as you go over some homework or some book you are reading, explained with animated gestures. The weekends are spent at the Weathervane, sitting in a booth and doing the same thing, when you can’t get away with sneaking into each other’s room.

Tyler likes you. Like, as in, more than friends. There is something about you that reminds him of his life before, when he was one of Jericho’s golden boys, but without all the violence from back then. With you, he gets to be charming, cheesy, pulling blushes out of you left and right with clever words and soft touches. But as much as he tries to pretend the violence isn’t there, the Hyde still lurks beneath his act. He can’t help but wonder how dark the blush would be if he just grabbed you and kissed you, dragging his teeth along your neck, biting at your nape. How it would feel to have your hands on his cock, how flustered you would get if he taught you exactly how to please him. These ideas, they make him feel guilty every time you smile at him, yet Tyler can’t help but think about it. No amount of cold showers help.

The advantages of putting the fear of god on his roommate is that more often than not, he gets the room to himself. That means, you two can hang out there without being disturbed. Tyler is great at being a host, setting up everything perfectly. He tries not to think about how all this planning and organizing is something he used to do for the girls he dated, not for his friends. All the mental torture it’s worth it, when he sees how you kick off your shoes and climb on his bed, nestling yourself there and looking at the fairy lights that slightly illuminate the room.

“This is cozy.” You say, covering yourself with one of the throw blankets he has strategically placed there. “What are we watching? It was your pick this week.”

“The Ring.” Tyler smiles a little when you shudder.

“You know I don’t like horror!” You complain, lips dropping into a pretty pout. It’s convincing, but Tyler likes horror not because he is into the movies, it’s more because he likes the way you cling to him. Sue him. If that’s all he can get, he will have it. Tyler has never been into the business of lying to himself.

“And you know I don’t like Tarantino, and yet you forced me last week to watch Inglourious Basterds.”

“Oh come on, did you see Mélanie Laurent act? She is gorgeous and a badass. You can’t tell me you didn’t end up with a crush on her.”

“She has other movies.” Tyler states, getting into bed next to you after pressing play on his laptop.

“Yeah, nice try. Name one, that’s not Now You See Me.”

“Oxygène.” He answers with a winning smile. Tyler had done his homework. He liked the way your smile brightened when you realized he actually listened to you, and cared about your interests. “Critically acclaimed, or so I have been told.”

“Fancy, even in the original French!” You pulled him closer, and he went without protesting. You tugged at his arm until he wrapped it around you, and sighed happily when you were finally able to use him as a pillow.

As the movie went by, Tyler started carding his fingers through your hair, lightly massaging your head when you flinched at some scenes. Forty-five minutes in or so, you decided you weren’t able to take it anymore, and so, turned down to lay on your stomach, pressing your face against his chest.

“Hey, it’s not so bad.” He grabbed a little of your hair, gently making you tilt your head upwards and trying not to think how it would feel to really tug at your hair and force you to expose your throat.

Your breath caught.

“Don’t freak out.” You said, closing your eyes to avoid seeing his reaction. “But I might want to kiss you.”

“Oh.” Tyler let go of your hair like it burned him. The idea of kissing you was a delicious one, but it scared him too. He didn’t want to ruin your innocence. As for you, you knew Tyler wanted to kiss you too, you could tell by the way he kept sneaking glances at your lips. That had been the reason you had spoken out. “We shouldn’t.”

“Why?” You open your eyes then, staring at him like a petulant child. You would respect his decision if he said he wasn’t into you, but you don’t believe that’s the reason behind it.

“Because you have your whole life in front of you. I would drag you down.” Tyler states, clenching his jaw. It pains him to say it, he wants you so badly, but he wants you to have a shot at happiness too.

“Are you like forty or something? Last time I checked, you had your whole life too.” You roll your eyes a little.

“I would taint you. You are pure, and good and I… I am a monster. I don’t think you get it.” Tyler says, eyes glinting oddly. The idea of innocence… Is he into it? Oh, that was interesting. You make a mental note to test it out after, choosing to let out a snort.

“I’m not as pure as you would think. I’m not innocent, either.” You state, looking him right in the eyes.

“You don’t get it. I have killed people, Y/N.” Tyler strokes your hair once more, trying to soothe the sting of rejection. This conversation is getting to him. Tyler’s eyes are downcast, much the same way they are every time he asks if you are sure you want to keep being friends, if you aren’t disgusted. “Dead. In gorish, gruesome ways.”

“Yeah, I know.” You sigh because this is too a recurring argument.

“Do you?” Tyler’s voice trembles.

“Ty, I know you.”

“You like this sanitized version of me, this boy who brings you flowers and makes you laugh, all gentle hands, but that’s not…” His tone gets angrier, this time. You aren’t too sure what you should say to soothe his fears. Sure, he went a little crazy back then, even arguing he liked murdering people. You know he is scared that might be the truth about him, but for someone who believes himself to be such a dangerous, uncontrolled murdered, there has been a pointed absence of murders.

“Not you?” You decide not to voice your thoughts, too afraid it would end up turning this conversation into a full-blown fight. Tyler frowns.

“It is not me. You might like this version, but as much as I am this, the Hyde is who I am too. And, the things it wants to do to you…” He hides his face between his hands, and your hands go immediately to pull at it.

“Kill me? Permanently maim me?” You ask, pulling at his wrists and looking earnestly into his eyes. You aren’t scared. Even that might be fixable, given enough time.

“No. Own you. “ That is muttered under his breath, as if he is afraid he is going to scare you away. Instead, you smile.

“Oh, Tyler, you should be more worried about the things I want you to do to me.” And with that, you lifted yourself just enough so you could kiss him. Tyler was a good kisser, unsurprisingly. He kissed hungrily, needy, with many more teeth and tongue than any other first kiss you had ever had. It was almost as if he wanted to devour you. It should scare you, you knew it, but it only made him more attractive. Tyler encouraged you to lay on top of him, sliding a knee between yours, so you didn’t have to support your weight and strain to kiss him.

“We need to talk about this.” He said, pulling away. You chased his mouth, pressing another kiss there. Tyler pulled away again, with a fond smile dancing on his lips. “Hey.”

“Mmmmm.” You answered, more focused on the way his mouth moved, flashing pearly whites, instead of the words he was saying. You kissed the corner of his smile, feeling him tense.

“We need, like, safe words and stuff.” Tyler tried to interject, and you kissed him again, this time on the lips. When you pulled apart again, he seemed dazed. “Safe words.” He repeated, less sure of himself.

"Mmmmm. Mine's whale. Now, you either choke me or slap me, but you have to do something.” And maybe you were being too cheeky, but you needed him to fuck you like yesterday. In a surprising move from someone who seemed to be so hesitant to join the program, Tyler flipped you on the bed, ending up with you laying beneath him, thigh firmly pressed against your core.

“The things I want to do to you…” Tyler pulled at your hair, forcing you to expose your neck. The roots of your hair tingle, white-hot pain at your scalp. You don’t complain, curious about his next move. He goes straight for the kill, dragging pointy canines down your pulse point. The idea of those teeth, better suited to puncture skin, rip it apart, sliding down your vulnerable throat gets you horrifyingly wet.

“Do them, then. Or are you all talk?” You smirk, slowly, dangerously. You want to rile him up. Tyler is sweet, but you bet if he lets go, it would be the best sex of your life.

“You are such a brat.” His hand goes to your neck, pressing on your windpipe just enough to take your breath, but not enough you are in any actual danger. You don’t fight him. Tyler finds it cute, the way your pulse flutters under his fingers like a scared bunny, eyes open like you have just seen a miracle. “Why do you like danger so much?”

You just look at him. You aren’t sure what to tell him.

“Answer me, bunny. Or we stop.” Tyler’s hand leaves your throat and goes to grab your jaw harshly. Your lips end puckering up, at the way he is holding you, pressing your cheeks together. He is genuinely curious about it. You seem normal. You have never gone on a murder spree like him, you don’t have a monster sharing your body. But whatever the reason is, you aren’t divulging it now.

“I don’t know.” You say, grabbing at his wrist and placing his hand again on your throat. Tyler decides to drop the theme. He is much more interested in the way your whole body trembles at the feel of his hand on your throat.

“Come on, bunny. Rub yourself on my thigh.” He orders. You stare. Then, testing the waters, always testing, he slaps your cheek lightly. It’s what you asked for, but you didn’t think he would actually go through it. You give a delighted smile, and Tyler can’t help but smile back. You must look like fools. Two lovesick, crazy, fools. “Come on, do as I say.” And because you are practically dripping already, with one of his hands holding your throat, you do as he says, slowly rolling your hips against him. “Good girl.”

Tyler’s grip gets stronger, making your pulse jump. You make a pitiful sound, and that prompts him to push your hair away from your face.

“Come on, Tyler, clothes off.” You plead. You were aroused already, and the harsh denim of his jeans rubbing against yours is making you closer to orgasm than you would like. Tyler eyes you curiously, but he pulls back and struggles to take off your pants and panties in one go. You help him, lifting your hips. The cold air hits your pussy, and you feel a little ashamed at how wet you are from some kisses and rubbing. You look at Tyler, who has already gone back to his previous position. Does he want you to…?

Apparently, your thought process is too slow because he slaps you again. This time, it stings and you whimper.

“Come on. You got what you wanted. Do as I said.” Tyler calmly says. “Don’t tell me you are so dumb from riding my thigh fully clothed.”

You desperately want to please him, but the idea of rubbing your naked pussy against denims makes you hesitate. When you finally do as he wants, you can help but mewl, overwhelmed with the feeling. The material is rough against your clit, scratching at it in a way that’s almost painful. It’s like an itch you are desperate to scratch. Yet, you try to be careful, mindful that you are so wet you are practically dripping over Tyler’s leg.

“You know I can smell other people's emotions, right?” He asks, hand leaving your throat, just so he can come closer. Tyler makes a show of sniffing at your neck, mouth pursing in distaste. You surely shouldn't find it as hot as you do. “Doubt doesn’t smell as nicely as arousal, bunny.”

“But… your pants…”

“Make a mess, darling. Come on.” At that, you let out a tiny moan, and decide to do as Tyler says, pressing your pussy fully against his thigh. “Look at you, all pretty, getting my pants all dirty.”

Tyler doesn’t say it, but this is like a wet dream come to life for him. You are the perfect mix of innocence and sensuality, daring but shy, bold but still wanting him to show you the ropes. Maybe that’s why he gives in so easily, pulling himself out of his pants and rubbing the tip of his cock against your entrance.

“Do you want me to fuck you, bunny?” He wants to hear you say it, but he also wants your explicit consent. It’s such a Tyler gesture, it almost makes you laugh.

“Fuck me, Tyler. Please.” You look at him shyly, playing it up. You can tell he likes it because he slowly presses inside, and you give a slight moan at the stretch. The roll of your hips is calculatedly unsure. Tyler doesn’t move, looking at you with a tiny smirk. “Ty, please. Ah…. I… Tyler.” You beg, and this time it’s not for show.

Tyler doesn’t pull out, choosing instead to grind his hips against yours, until you give a punched out moan and your body tenses at one particular roll. He has been cataloging your reactions, you realize. Tyler pulls out, just to thrust back in and hit that same spot time and time again, with scary accuracy.

He enjoys the way you gasp and arch under him, pressing deeper, harder. When you start to grab desperately at his shoulders, clawing at them, legs tensing around his waist, he brings down his hand on your throat, once again. He squeezes, hard enough to startle you and bring tears to your eyes. “Come on, bunny.” He encourages you. “Make a mess.” And so, you do. The face you make when you come has to be one of his favorite sights in the whole world. It’s enough to make him come too, thrusting into you and making you sob harder from over stimulation. You push at him weakly, and he takes another look at your face.

Mascara is running down your cheeks, lip gloss messy around your mouth. You don’t look innocent anymore, you look debauched. The Hyde grumbles happily, and Tyler knows. He is never, ever letting you go.

#wednesday netflix #my writing #wednesday 2022 #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin x y/n #tyler galpin x you #tyler galpin imagine #tyler galpin smut #tyler galpin #tyler galpin fluff

[inkperch]

Listen, guys, I know girlboss Peach is always a win but. Come on. They went the completely wrong direction of Girlboss. This is ‘generic fantasy female lead #925′. Peach should be ‘I’ll bake a cake and choke you to death with the piping bag’ girlboss.

Like, sure the halbeard scene is cool but. Give her her fucking parasol, and let her go to work like she always does. That thing can canonically hit as hard as Mario and let her fucking fly.

Girlbossing should not be treated as a trade off with the pastel soft femininity she’s known for.

(yes, I know there’s only been one trailer with her in, but the implications of her greater role in the story are there, and also: No amount of good writing will change the fact that they cast a VA I doubt can even hit the right octave to do anything approaching Peach’s canon voice. There’s just too much grit to her voice, it’s downright off-putting from someone who’s supposed to be Peach, if they wanted her for her big name (Idk who she is, but heard she’s popular) they should’ve cast her as Daisy, if anything. (Though. Someone replacing Mario’s VA would have nothing on the absolute shitstorm they’re gonna get if they try to cast Daisy as a big name live action actor-))

#mario movie #mario #princess peach #mario movie trailer #mario movie trailer 2

[ilikereadingthisiswhatilike]

Vi & Caitlyn

(X) = Smut

Don't Cry Over Spilled Paint @pastel-peach-writes Summary: You spill paint on Vi jacket and Vi gets really upset. Caitlyn is stuck in the middle. Warnings: Outburst of anger Special Tags: Polly Au,

Doormate @pastel-peach-writes Summary: You have a bad day at work. Caitlyn and Vi are trying to make you feel better. Warnings: Outburst of anger Special Tags: Polly Au,

Brat @inari-zaheer Summary: You start to act up after going a while without sex. Warnings: Mentions of sex Special Tags: Polly Au,

Midnight I saw you @pathetic-sapphic (X) Summary: vi really likes to eat you out and Caitlyn likes to watch. Warnings: None Special Tags: Polly Au,

Stressful Days @inari-zaheer (X) Summary: You and Vi start make out while waiting for Caitlyn to come home form work. Warnings: None Special Tags: Polly Au, Voyeurism

#x reader #reading fanfiction #reading list #reading recommendations #fanfic recommendation #vi arcane #vi league of legends #vi x reader #caitvi x reader #caitvi #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn x reader #caitlyn x vi #vi x reader x caitlyn

[2-guns-b1tch]

Midnight Visitor

Rating: Explicit +18

Pairing: BTAA! Scarecrow x F!Reader

I really wanted to write something about the Scarecrow from the Audio Adventures. I love his voice and his mannerisms so much. Sorry if this a little OOC, i think i wasn't able to portray him exactly right, but I hope you like this and let me now if I forgot to mention a trigger warning.

Ao3

+18 Minors DNI!!! Fear Play, Mildly Dubious Consent, Breathplay if you squint, Vaginal Sex.

The waiting room is practically empty when you come in. The only person in there is Miss Gold and she seems to be getting ready to leave for her lunch break.

"Hello, Miss Gold," your voice breaks the silence, making her jump on her chair.

Miss Gold snaps her head in your direction, laughing softly with a hand on her chest when she realizes is actually you.

"Oh, hello, Mrs. Crane. I was sou caught that you startled me."

Miss Gold has been Jonathan's secretary for almost two years. She was a little shorter than you, wearing high heels to make up for the missing inches. Her round, rosy cheeks reminded you of a peach, matching her plumper silhouette. Her clothes were often pastel and soft, which made her stand out in the dull environment of the clinic.

Although Miss Gold was sweet and helpful, she always had this nervous expression on her face, looking like she was on the verge of an anxiety attack constantly. You needed to have a conversation with Jonathan to find out what kind of pressure he was putting on the poor secretary.

"I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to sneak in like this," you say, approaching her table. "I came to bring Jonathan's lunch. Is he here?"

Miss Gold nods, "Yes, he is, dear. Would you like me to let him know you're here?"

"You don't have to, thank you. Go enjoy your lunch, Miss Gold. I will take care of the doctor now.”

You say goodbye before she leaves and you knock on Jonathan's door, his voice on the other end signaling you to come in.

"What's so important, Miss-" Jonathan lifts his head towards you, the annoyed expression on his face being washed away when he lays his eyes on you, a small smile forming on the corners of his lips.

You can't help but shiver as you walk over to his desk. The old, dark furniture gave the room a gloomy air, the dim lights creating strange shadows. But what made you feel more uneasy were the old Argus Studios posters hanging on the walls. Basil Karlo's wicked gaze followed you wherever you went.

You try to shake off that feeling when Jonathan gets up and meets you halfway.

"What do I owe the pleasure of your honorable presence?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

You pull him by his orange tie – the same one you had gifted him last Christmas – until he was at your level and you could kiss him on the cheek.

"You forgot that at home, so I thought I'd stop by to deliver it to you," you lift the lunchbox, handing it to him.

He slaps a hand on his forehead, giving a breathy chuckle as he shakes his head. "What would I do without my dear wife?"

"You would probably end up forgetting your head somewhere," you pat him at the shoulder before sitting down on the therapy couch.

Jonathan just nods, sitting next to him. He opens the package, admiring for a few seconds what you had packed before he started eating.

You watch him finish the salad in just a few bites and then stuff his mouth full of spaghetti. He licks his lips, letting out a few moans of delight between bites.

"Good to know you still like my food," you comment out Loud.

"How could I not? That was one of the main reasons I married you."

You try to look offended by giving him a weak slap on the arm, but you can't hide your smile when he starts laughing.

"You're terrible!"

"You can't go back now. Until death do us part, remember?" he shrugs as if there's nothing you can do. “Besides, we both know you’re crazy about me."

You roll your eyes at him, but your fingers troke your wedding ring, a warm sensation spreading across your chest.

"You look hungry. What would you have eaten if I hadn’t brought your lunch?"

He shrugs as he finishes chewing. "I probably would have asked Miss Gold to buy me something. Don't worry."

But it was impossible not to worry. In these last months, Jonathan left early in the morning and returned only late at night. He said he was too busy at the office and that you shouldn't wait for him awake. Even then you always woke up when he arrived home and helped him take off his clothes, only being able to talk for a few minutes until he fell asleep exhausted.

Of course you were grateful for the comfortable life his jobs provided, and you were very proud of his career as a doctor and professor, but you didn't want him to work until he killed himself.

You run your fingers through his hair, brushing a few strands off his forehead. He definitely needed a cut. On top of that, he looked even thinner and the dark circles under his eyes were getting bigger. But even after all these years together, he was still the man of your dreams. A little mean and weird, but you didn't want it any other way.

Jonathan stares at you, his gaze as warm and loving as ever. But at the same time it seemed so far away, as if he wasn't really there.

"Today they're going to reprise some classic horror movies. What do you think? You, me, a bucket of popcorn?" you propose.

"I'm sorry, dear. Not today. I have some tests that I need to go through and-" Jonathan begins to explain himself, but you interrupt him.

"It's okay, you have work to do. I get it.”

You bite your tongue, hating how angry you sound. You didn't want to take your frustrations out on him, but you missed Jonathan so much. You missed dancing with him as he hummed some silly music he made up. To watch the classic horror movies he loved so much. To simply be able to talk to him without Jonathan falling asleep in the middle of a sentence. And you missed the sex, too.

Jonathan was still affectionate, of course, but the caresses and touches boiled down to a quick kiss before he left or a hug when he arrived. Nothing more than that. Now, Jonathan left a void around the house, like a ghost walking in the halls.

He places the lunch box on the coffe table, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "You're upset, I understand.”

You move your gaze to your lap. "I'm not upset. I'm just... tired. I’ve barely seen you these last few days."

He puts his hand over yours, his skin feeling cold against your own.

"I know these past months have been difficult. But I'll make it up to you," he strokes your cheek, tilting your chin to look into your eyes. "I promise."

You really want to believe him, but a part of you suspects that these are empty promises. This behavior will keep repeating itself and you will keep forgiving him, until eventually you drift further apart.

A paranoid little voice in the back of your mind suggests a hypothesis for Jonathan's absence and you hate yourself for thinking about something like that. What if he was cheating on you? What if all this distance over the past few months was actually someone between you.

Jonathan wasn't that kind of man, but the voice kept repeating. What if? What if he had grown tired of you? What if that person was more beautiful? Or more interesting? What if they made him happier than you?

The idea makes your stomach turn and you swallow dry. You pull your hand from his grip, getting up from the couch.

"I should go," you say as you put the lunchboxes back in the bag. "After all, you have a lot of work to do."

You feel numb as Jonathan follow you to the door, barely feeling the goodbye kiss he places on your forehead.

You wish you had walked out of the office hoping that things would get better or at least satisfied that this is just a temporary crisis that all couples have to face at some point.

Instead, doubt and a feeling of distress accompany you all the way home.

——

You stir awake, being pulled slowly from your dreams. Everything seems hazy and fuzzy as you run you fingers over Jonathan’s bedside, but you only find his side cold and empty. You sigh in frustration, letting your head sink against the pillow again. You should be used to it by now.

The alarm on your bedside table signals that it's past midnight, the numbers on the digital clock flashing through the darkness of the room. You snuggle under the covers again, almost forgetting what woke you up in the first place. Sleep is so tempting and you start to drift off.

But an insistent sound keeps you awake. You stare at the ceiling, your eyes getting used to the darkness as you begin to make out what exactly the noise was.

Steps. Someone was walking around the apartment.

You pull the sheets, the sole of your foot meeting the cold floor. You try not to assume the worst as you get out of bed. Maybe it was just Jonathan coming home from work.

You step into the hallway, turning on the switch, but the light bulb flickers a few time before the shadows envelop you once more. You sigh, cursing yourself silently. The hallway light wasn’t working properly and you were supposed to change it weeks ago.

You walk slowly with your arms extended in front of your body so you don’t bump into anything until you can reach the bathroom door. You turn the lights on and a momentary feeling of safety rushes over you. Everything looks okay in the bathroom, so you decide to let the lights on and the door open to let a little bit o the light illuminate the hallway.

After that you go to check the living room and the kitchen. Your thin nightgown isn't enough to keep you warm on that cold night and you hug yourself, a shiver running through your skin.

You finally go to the front door to test the handle. To your relief, is locked and the bolt was in place. Even though you lived in a safe neighborhood you still had your fears, after all, Gotham is Gotham. You can never be too sure.

Maybe it was just a dream? You wonder for a second until you notice the light in Jonathan's office leaking through the small crack in the door. As you get closer, the sound of mumbling and papers being flipped through becomes more noticeable. Jonathan was really incorrigible. After hours at his office, he brought even more work home.

"Jon, you should go to bed," you stop in front of the door, rubbing your eyes until they get used to the brightness of the room.

You had the clear image of Jonathan in your head. He'd be sitting behind his desk with a tired expression on his face, pen hanging loose in his hand while he is finishing giving grades fos his students’ tests. You would whisper in a sweet tone and stroke his hair until he agreed to follow you back to bed.

Instead, your heart sinks as your eyes fall on the stranger leaning over Jonathan's desk, papers scattered everywhere. He was tall and thin, wearing a brown suit. His face was covered by a patched mask, a rope around his neck.

You've heard and read countless stories about him, but you never expected that one day you'd come face to face with the Scarecrow.

Sleep is a distant thing now. The adrenaline coursing through your veins makes your whole body tense, your feet stuck on the ground. Your instincts scream at you to run, fight, do anything, but the idea of moving seems impossible. All you can do is watch transfixed as Scarecrow stares at you from across the room, a heavy, suffocating silence forming between the two of you.

For some reason he seems as surprised as you do, as if he didn't expect someone to show up.

He walks around the table with slow steps, his hands raised in the air. "Hush. I didn't come here to hurt you," he sounds calm and... strangely familiar. But the grim smile sewn into his mask doesn't help to reassure you.

This is like a nightmare. The kind where you stay in the same place while running, unable to distance yourself from the monster that chases you, no matter how hard you try. But now, the monster wouldn't disappear when you opened your eyes. No matter how much you blink, he's still there.

He's only a few inches away, his hand almost touching your arm, when your feet finally work again and you run out of the room, heading towards the kitchen.

You can hear the Scarecrow right behind you through the rapid beating of your heart, his footsteps reverberating against the hardwood floor, but you don't dare look back.

Your first extinct is to open one of the drawers to grab the biggest knife you can find. You turn just in time to see the Scarecrow standing in the kitchen doorway, your trembling hands gripping the handle of the knife as you point the blade at him. The shadows cast strange shapes on his face, making the smile on his mask seem even bigger. For a moment he looks like one of the monsters from Jonathan's movies.

"Don't come closer!" you scream.

He ignores your order, taking one step toward you and then another. Approaching in the same careful manner that a predator approaches its prey.

You swallow, your wobbly legs seeming to be unable to bear your own weight. "If you come any closer I-I... I'm going to hurt you."

He pauses for a moment, tilting his head as he studies you. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves ma’am. You don't want to make any rash decisions."

"Stay away from me! My husband is going to arrive any moment and he's going to-"

The Scarecrow throws his head back in a cruel laugh that sends a shiver down your spine, as if you've said something stupid.

"Look at you, trying to rationalize with fear. So brave," he shakes his head, approaching again.

With every step he takes, you take another step back in a futile attempt to increase the distance between you. You keep retreating until you're backed against the kitchen counter and that's when it lunges at you. He slaps your hand, throwing your knife across the room.

You try to scream, but he presses his hand over your mouth to muffle your cries for help. You flinch at the sensation of the cold leather of his gloves on your skin, his fingers sinking into the flesh of your arm.

You're like a deer at headlights, too scared to fight for your survival. He was so close now, you could see his eyes through the holes in the mask, deep brown circles staring back at you. His pupils were dilated, he was enjoying it.

To your horror, he presses his face against your neck. He inhales deeply against your skin, letting out a satisfied hum. The hair on the back of your neck stands up and you shiver against his grip.

"You’re afraid, aren’t you? You’re afraid, and it’s delicious,” he whispers close to your ear, his voice becoming dark and low as he takes a sharp inhale. "Mmm. You fear is so sweet, I can almost taste it on my tongue. Oh, darling. You're terrified," he laughs hoarsely.

You close your eyes so tightly that you can see little white spots. The whole world seems to spin and you feel dizzy. Would he drug you with the fear gas that all the news have been talking about? Or maybe force you to swallow some of the drugs he makes that look like Halloween candy? You can only think of Jonathan coming home to find your lifeless body lying on the kitchen floor.

The sob you let out goes almost unnoticed and you think he'll just ignore you, but the Scarecrow leans back, your eyes meeting as tears roll down your face.

"Shhh. No crying. Those aren't the kind of tears I want from you," he says in a soft, almost soothing tone as he strokes your hair. "I'll let you talk now, but don't scream. Got it?"

You nod as best you can and he finally pulls his hand off of you. Your tongue feels heavy inside your mouth when you try to speak.

"Wha... What are you going to do with me?" you ask.

"I'm still deciding," he shrugs.

"I don't have anything you want."

"Maybe I don't want something you have. Maybe I want you to do something for me. Have you thought about that?"

His words take a second to fully hit you. You wish you had misunderstood, but it was impossible not to notice the way he looked at you, how his eyes traveled up and down your body. Your breath gets caught in your throat and you shake your head.

"Please don't. I... I have a husband and he-"

Scarecrow interrupts you with a loud sigh. "You keep talking about your husband, but where is he?"

You open your mouth to answer him, but close it right away, pressing your lips into a thin line. You didn't know where Jonathan really was. Maybe he wasn't even in the office. What if he had lied to you?

He continues in a low tone, as if he's telling you a secret. "What kind of husband leaves his wife like that? So lonely. So vulnerable," one of his hands goes down slowly to caress the bare flesh of your thigh while the other grips your waist. You are startled by the feeling of his hands on you, how his touch is surprisingly slow and sensual. You find yourself thinking about Jonathan for a second before remembering that he's not the one touching you.

"Were you waiting for him? That's why you're wearing this nightgown? How lovely," his laugh makes your cheeks heat up. "Lucky me."

He drags his hand up your stomach, running along your sides, teases one of your breasts until your nipple is a stiffen bud underneath your nightgown. You try to look distant on the outside, but it’s impossible to deny the wetness forming between your legs. You bite the inside of your cheek hard enough to hold in any noises.

You don't want that. You don't want his hands on you. You don't want his body against yours. But you can't remember the last time you felt wanted. It's been so long since you and Jonathan had sex. You're so tired of feeling alone.

Even with these ideas running through your head, you place a hand against his chest, opening up a bit of space between the two of you.

"No. That's not right," you say, "I don't... I don't want this."

"Oh, don't be like that," he whispers, rubbing his face against you neck. "That could be our little secret. I'm not going to tell anyone. I promise."

The air is drawn out of your lungs, as if you've been punched in the stomach. You turn your head slowly, the words stuck in your throat.

"Jonathan?" you mutter.

His body tenses suddenly, and he tilts his head back, staring at you wide-eyed, like a child who just got caught with his hand inside the cookie jar. How could you not have noticed before? Maybe it was fear confusing your senses, but all the signs were there. The same tall, slender silhouette, the long limbs, the deep brown eyes. The same voice. The same laugh.

He breaks the silence with a low laugh, shaking his head.

"I knew I couldn't fool your forever. You always have been so smart."

He lifts the mask slowly, revealing every bit of his face. The face you knew so well. Jonathan's face.

A million questions cross your mind, but before you can say anything Jonathan presses you against the counter again, capturing your lips.

You gasp and throw a fist into his chest, pressing your teeth against his bottom lip, biting hard enough to hurt, but this jusy makes Jonathan growls like a mad dog. His hands run all over your body, not knowing where to stop. He tugs at your nightgown, the cold air sending shivers through your skin as he grabs and squeezes every bit of flesh he can reach.

The kiss is demanding and sloppy, his hot tongue trailing across your lips and invading your mouth. All you can do is hold on to Jonathan as if your life depended on it, making him grunt as your nails sink into his covered back.

There's something familiar about how your bodies move in sync. A sensual dance that the two of you had done thousands of times before. But now there's a hunger behind Jonathan's movements, something possessive, as if he won’t let you escape. Maybe you were as hungry as he was.

The next moment your world changes perspective as Jonathan turns you around, lowering you down onto the kitchen counter until your cheek is pressed against the cold surface. You moan softly as he lifts the thin material of your nightgown, his mouth leaving warm kiss on the skin of your back.

He pulls your panties down, kicking your legs apart. You were practically naked, while Jonathan was fully clothed, having only taken off his mask and gloves. You feel so exposed, nothing to hide yourself while Jonathan stares at you laid bare before him.

You can hear him shuffling behind you, undoing his own belt and pants in a hurry. You turn your head just in time to see him approaching, his flushed cock pressing against your pussy, making you both grunt together. You don't even care if it hurts, all you want is Jonathan inside you. Filling you completely. Fuck, you want him so bad.

He gathers some of your wetness, his dick sliding in between your folds in slow movements. You moan softly when the tip catches on your clit, the sweet sensation making you buckle your hips towards him.

"Johnny..." you whine, "Please."

Jonathan laughs in a mocking tone, but you know he's not in the mood for teasing either.

You’re wet enough so there is no resistance as he presses intou you, your walls stretching to accommodate his cock. Jonathan moves slowly, leaving you’re both panting when he’s fully inside you. The pain and the pleasure mix deliciously, you missed him so much.

The first thrust takes the air out of your lungs. The second makes your legs tremble. The third makes your back arch and a sweet sound leave your lips. He keeps rutting against you, slow and deep. The wet sound of your bodies combined and your moans reverberate through the walls.

"You're the perfect victim, you know?" he says in between grunts, "You're so beautiful when you're scared. Oh, and when you started running – Fuck... I almost lost my mind. I wanted to take you right there on the floor."

You clench around him, driving him even deeper into you. Jonathan realizes the effect his words have on you, giving you a breathless chuckle.

"Did you like that? Do you like the idea of a maniac fucking you?"

The idea shouldn't be so tempting, but you can't stop thinking about Jonathan hiding in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal himself and pull you into the darkness with him, where he could do whatever he wanted to you.

You nod weakly and he grips you tighter, his nails leaving half-moon marks on the soft skin of your waist.  His pace is brutal now, your body moving everytime his hips hits your backside.

"Next time... Hah... I'll give you some of the toxin, just enough to keep you on the edge and a little scared," he takes a sharp breath, throwing his head back, "And then... I'm going to put on my mask and I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop."

You open your mouth, but you can’t form words to save your life, so you reach out behind you

to something to hold until your fingers find the rope around Jonathan’s neck and you pull him towards you. He lets out a surprised sound, turning into a sinful moan. His chest is against your back, his chin resting on your shoulder.

It’s good. It’s so fucking good. You can’t believe you almost forgot how good it was to have him inside you. You make a silent promise to never let him leave again.

One of his hands moves around your body, his fingers meeting your throbbing clit. He makes quick circles around it, pinching and pressing on it hard. For a moment it all seems too much and not enough at the same time. His cock moving inside you, the pressure on your clit. It was overwhelming in the best kind of way.

With your cheek pressed against the counter and tears streaming down your face, you can feel your orgasm approaching. Behind you, Jonathan's movements get more and more out of rhythm and you know he's not that far away either.

He keeps one hand in between your legs while the other lays flat on your mid section, pulling you close to him, your bodies still glued together.

"Tell me -Ah... Tell me who I am,” he mumbles, cheek nuzzled in your temple. “Tell me what I am,” almost sound like he is begging and you could never say no to him.

"Scarecrow!" the word leaves your lips before you know it. "You're the Scarecrow."

"Yes! That’s right! That’s right, good girl. My good girl,” his praise goes straight to your pussy and you squeeze him impossibly tight.

You throw your head back, stretching your neck until you can kiss him. It’s all teeth and tongue while he keeps moving inside you with shallow thrusts.

Your orgasm hits you so hard that almost hurts. The knot in your lower belly finally snaps and the wave of carnal bliss washes over your. Jonathan comes right after you. He curses between clenched teeth, his hips curling, his breath hot on your skin as he fills your cunt with hot wads of cum.

 You both breathe heavily in the middle of the kitchen, your sweaty bodies intertwined perfectly. Thank God he is holding you, because you barely can feel your legs and if it weren’t for him you know you would be on the floor by this point.

Jonathan snuggles up against your neck, murmuring something sweet, but your mind is too hazy now to hear him. You bring a hand up to his head, stroking his hair.

As you come down from you high, reality finally hits you. One of Gotham's most wanted criminals just came inside you and now he's cuddling you. Oh, and coincidentally, he's your husband... Fuck.

#jonathan crane #the scarecrow #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow smut #btaa scarecrow #batman rouges #rogue gallery #jonathan crane x you #scarecrow x you

[gnarlyimp]

intro post btw. if you even gaf

general

toby (short for october)

16

any prns besides she/her

gender is everything and nothing. sexuality is the same. i dont fucking care anymore

autistic + adhd + probably other undiagnosed problems

author and digital artist. working on the rough draft of my first novel and sorta kinda developing my second. idc about order. also number 1 character creator

furry. fursona is a panda ferret with white mitts and a pastel tie-dye pattern body named sweetart

special interests

donna tartt

the secret history

the goldfinch

character creation

my oc lav

general interests

smiling friends

bugsnax

clone high

my little pony

regular show

UNHhhh

peach pit (band)

ferrets

creative writing

the skeleton twins

etc!!

ummmm i guess thats it. i also really like making friends and am in desperate need of more so ….. shoot me a dm …….. add me on discord ……. ill be there INDUBITABLY.

theres also more stuff about me in my carrd. Be my mutual please byeeeeee ^-^

#i posted smth like this on one of my sideblogs but #idk i might as well #intro post #about myself #looking for mutuals #looking for moots #mutuals #moots #art moots #nonbinary #genderless #autism #adhd #smiling friends #peach pit band #indie music #furry community #furries #artists on tumblr #lets be friends #looking for friends #moots pls #lets be pals

[msallurea]

🎀Welcome to my blog🎀

Hi butterflies, my name is Allurèa but you guys can call me Bonnie. My blog consists of multiple topics but the main things I will be talking about is:

Manifestion/Spirituality

My daily life/personal interests

Personal development/mental health

Self care

Advice/tips

A space for littles/age regressors

🧁🎀Although my blog is meant for the public this blog is also very personal for me since it is basically my digital diary/journal for me and my journey to become the girl of my dreams and actually take myself serious but hopefully and faithfully my blog can also help you guys become the girl of your dreams as well!🎀🧁

10 things to know about me are:

I'm blasian and a virgo sun, scorpio rising, aries moon (I have a nack for wanting to learn deeper in astrology)

I love writing and scrolling through pretty pics on pinterest while listening to songs that make me feel pretty

I'm obsessed with soft sweet pretty desserts and pretty drinks

I love being pampered, getting all cute, reading/listening to smut, anything that's romantic in general (im a hopeless romantic💔)😍 and a good laugh with close friends

My favorite color is pink, pastels, neutrals and purple(specifically lavender) but I have a soft spot for red and periwinkle blue

My favorite animal are bunnies, butterflies and white tigers

Winter is my fav season because I luv fur and cute boots

I dislike rude ppl, yelling, fake ppl, negative energy in general, dirt, bugs, liars, mean people and the smell of coconut (it can be highly nauseating when it smells too strong)

I love organizing stuff and making them pretty (despite me being ironically unorganized, I'm working on that 😭)

I'm obsessed with pretty/beauty related things in general

BONUS: my favorite flower are cherry blossoms/sakuras, peach blossoms, roses, lotus flower, Magnolia flowers (my state flower😍) and hibiscus flowers; I'm an age regressor/little which is another reason I made this blog to help with that as well

My dms and asks are always open if you ever want to talk about anything, ask anything, and/or have any suggestions for posts/topics you want me to talk about

You can find my rules here: 🎀

My Girly Diary side blog

My new girly blog is @allureasdiary, this blog will be mostly focused on pure manifestation/my manifestation journey

Other than that that is all darlings, I love you I can't wait to see how this turns out 💗

#princess #girly blog #pink blog #my blog #manifesting #pink #self care #sugarbaby #self love #coquette #dark femenine #light feminine #sfw agere

[a-republican-mind]

I know it’s a late for this and half of y’all know that today is my birthday, I’m 23 now! But still I did this🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳💖💖💖💖💖❤❤❤❤🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂😸😸😸🥰🥰🥰🎆✨🎆✨🎆✨🤠🍰💞

I would like to thank the following people that I consider important to me here which are: @gingergirl33 @classic-hollywood-glam (best friend) @leave-her-to-heaven @theawesomeprincess (best friend) @brividofelino @sickofallthebullshit  @bleublanc  @lineamahayla, @spooky-froll, @mozzafiato-vita (bestie) @queenofthezitcream, @courageinthelight, @onefootin1941, @1774774774 @robot17 @kitty-batass, @pinkfairiesteaparty, @ao-fc, @spiritsdancinginthenight, @bloodstained-porcelain-doll, @mypassionforfashionjewelry, @dashingwishes  @teaandmags, @sunnydays927, @pakgirls530, @shedreamsintechnicolor @becauseihaveyourback @leoprime13 @moonlitmartyr (bestie) @bluemoonblueblood (BEST OF FRIENDS) @anonymous-stawberry @firanka @holly-b-gamble, @shy-and-reserved, @mydmsthings, @cutiepiecheesebake (bestie) @madaboutshoes, @jwclapton, @teamliberty, @smol-fangirl-bean, @o-jardim-das-flores @spaecettimes, @calm-traditionalism, @a-ffection, @a-doll-like-you @japantonic @zarinaa113 @myhoneysweet, @graciemonaco @thoughtful-blonde (bestie) @alienconstruct @pixelatedprofilepic, @franciegummstarstruck, @babybeatnik, @she-got-grit  @all-american-toaster, @glamourofyesteryear, @alwayseatyourvegetables, @tess6,  @yes-annec, @coccinata (bestie) @finnobhair  @p-a-r-i-s-i-e-n-n-e, @houseofwindsorfan, @gingers-angel, @thotpatroleum (BASED BESTIE, I hope that you’re still okay and happy early birthday)  @watch-dogs-hacker (bestie) @writer-not-writing-help, @myquestformeestaceesm (BFF) @wranglerpunkymonroe, @atomika89, @gracefarrell @saintsevieria @avasgal, @sirespet @hopefulmillennial, @hebrews13two, @loveliestoftheroyals, @myleia, @based--jedi–jedi (bestie) @hermeticunt, @trekkiehood, @jcsgc1 @swifty-sparrow @paniccats, @another-trad-girl-blr, @fawnfreckled, @madame-bovary-cest-moi @iloveyoubingobronson, @obscure-curiosities, @gravisdumsuavis @yeshua-maranatha @a-beautiful-crow (based bestie) @theannecordeliashirley, @gardenofbabylons, @dark-eyed-devastating-hoofer, @wewillflyhigh @dinahshore, @praiseandpineneedles @fleurdelys-fletri @tradnatalie @glymphatics @mountain-of-madness @hollyjacks, @lilaccatholic, @avesblues2, @lilyinthevalley @vampireknitting, @madame-helen (bestie) @lovely-trad @mathair-thiomanta @ufotemple, @twinqlinglights @soft-x-kitty (bestie) @fantasitoons @alexandra-the-lionheart @ourladythatridesthetwilightveil @infinitemarilynmonroe @thesmallestporg @kingdomfeasts @bredgirlathome @vieratheartist @lady-luna-mist @colormipretty @patriarch-of-propaganda @akajulester @0b1wan @ver-sacrum @anartisticfighter @ohifonlyx33 @scholarlypidgeot @meadowdaydreams @catus @wikihowtostopfeelingemotions @lalittlelapine @re-enchanting @minina-7431 @pastelle-angel @thegirls-gaysntheys @cxit-writes @dylanadreams @apollopleasant @soulofeibon @i-istherefore-iam ( BASED BESTIE)  @tinafromcanada  @dragonkyngreborn @cir-c @littlemarie4 @randomblabdom @steadywonderdream @pinkyxtrad @natotwin (bestie) @rainbowfang @lonefemalewolf @adadjokeforstrings @fidem-servabo-genusque @makeawishstarglazer @hixystix @6rittney @caarrigaan @an-angels-haven @hcrogasm (SUPER MEGA COOL BESTIE) @starrshot @avianmasquerade @trutown-the-bard @red-velvets-things @loredart @traditionalprairiehousewife @thegirlinsideherhead @brucejennergang @lightthewaybackhome @lifeless-otaku @transformedwaifu @hrh-leia-organa @julia-the-keeper @whatsoeverislovelyandpure @akinkygamergirl @educating-bimbos @taraninja16 @levyscreed-rox @whitepolaris @possible-cryptid @nega-africanized-basil @heathxledger @canislondon @withasideofpolitics (bestie) @celestial-citrus @peaches-in-a-pancake @tradfemmebecomesher (BESTIE) @greenmansions-insunlight @feminine-girly @the-gotheltic-rowan @lilmj @tinkchick555 @barbiecakes @penguinowo @jazz-world-2004  @cladnplaid @dignasum @mybrainisalibrary @myhearthaswings @aryangoddess (bestie) @indiascarlettofficial @tradrevert (bestie) @leias-left-hair-bun-again (BESTIE) @christ-in-all @trulyempowered @fromscratchmom @rhuzii @pixyelt @thebasedsaint7 @neon-pink-witch @rinielsaerwen @daenys @lous-blue @xoxxooxxxooo @inspirationalrose @a-lil-strawberry @ladygobpire @cassowarygirl @aerynne @i-dont-sleeppppppp-p @cryptidoutlaw @caitallolovesyou @delizbeverage @peachylemun @disgruntled-foreign-patriarch @xingmi2thejoon (BESTIE) @my-salty-life @pinkkkbabyyy (cutiepie) @zh0re (BASED BESTIE) @taliachalice @green-plate @misery-milk (BESTIE) @holypure @sailor-light @armed-catholic @dipsybelle @microdosage @fruitsofmylabia @baygeethefirst @herbalwife (BESTIE) @shnabble @beloved-g (BESTIE) @yokelfelonking @thatonecrazyfan @hyperactive-yellow @agnaeoh @maureenoharra @domina-honoribila @thatonecatholicblog @fairyden @giannathetopgunfanwrites @oofenstein @fanchengsgf @egliserose @honeyed-cherries @rose-talks-alot (BESTIE) @lady-hunkyhair (BESTIE) @joanna-the-disciple @ohsmileystyles @dreadfullycatholicgoth @thequeenofhyperbolee @sky-blue-pink-seraph @irishironclad @a-juniper-berry @the-tea-and-book-nook (BESTIE) @bealechecarmen @afver @expressionist-hira @cyberlucie @i-penna @i-am-a-stupid-robot @chamomilesaway @elektrostantsiya @bibleluvr @nonbinarypolitics @lizardwomxn @lablakely-dress @whatisthismandoinghere @troglhoedyte @epphetha @whiskeyjuly @allylikesstuff @cherryglosssier @trailerparkhot @i-am-a-freg @obnoxioushair @oasisr @novas-grimoire @sunday-driving @p-artsypants @friendrat @assaultive @narwhls @griseldafury21 @the-romantic-lady @i-love-books-because-reasons @ikilledqueenelizabeth @steelblaidd @katexoxo97 @sweetboiledcandy @deathrowwifeyy @redfirefox-55 @sprout-gf (BESITIE) @missgraciemae @lajthitje @slavicbuttergrits @innocentgirl @archaiazeal @aevarswall @heartvalley @foxmulders4thwaifu @nightheadhunter @libertarian-pls (bestie) @xddbvlll @madamedoo @gods-special-lil-cowboy @dreamsofouterspace @gettothestabbing @rhythm-divine @maentexas69 @traditionalbaby @oddmaiden2 (BESTIE) @mesabird @sentient-cargo-shorts @bluegamerbutterfly @radicallyfeminine (BESTIE) @serial-killer-vibe @superimaginationcreativity @experiment327 @p1sswallet @catholic-harmacy @darkoverstar @pyrochrome-tumbles @friendlyneighborhoodgeek @femdommunismforthemasses @wannahearaboutmylatestobsession @alunafort @hiswaysarehigher (BASED BESTIE) @thehoneydukes @tinyrozu @fae-forager @emperor--slavatine @velvtangel @thebeautyinpeace @pastrypurgatory @moonlitkat @yaaintnoliberal @littlemisskitkat @f1ve-more-minutes @caelumsidereum @crystalann5 @dearstarlet @gabiwnomagic @walpurgisnvcht (BASED BESTIE) @deracianthefourth (BASED BESTIE) @valiantlydecadentsuit2 (BASED BESTIE) @pinkhousewife (BASED BESTIE) @myrten @the-blue-catholic (BASED BESTIE) @almostswimmingdreamer @renardsden @famous-blue-raincoat @atwar @honeybadger-hibachi and @arcenciel-par-une-larme​

Here’s me with a German flag. That little pin in my suit is coat of arms of Frankfurt Am Main. (I’m not photogenic, as you can see)

What I got, thanks for my brother for sending me a 75-dollar egift card to Chick-Fil-A. The wonderful original chicken sandwich, the waffle fries, the great homemade lemonade, and ice cream! 

And finally, I had my cake and a Chick Fil A cookie that I ordered at the last moment. Those cookies come with a red sticker and here what I do with them

Put them on this Lego plane that I had for 7 years. 

What did I get? Good question...

All of this, I wish there was more gifts but I’m happy with what I have.

That’s all I had to share! It took me 7 hours to finish this post! So... yeah. Anyways, may God bless you and have a good morning/day/night, wherever you see this!!!!

[youreternallover]

Kira Everhart is my MC, also known as ‘Main Character’, for the game “Heart Fragment”. Anyone besides my own characters belong to the creators. I’ve been working on this character for quite some time, as I’ve enjoyed the game severely for a long time and wished to contribute. I hope if anyone decides to read this or know more about my character enjoys their time reading.

𓂃 。◦ ✿ ◦  。𓂃

Appearance

Kira stands at 5’8 feet tall. They’re comfortable in this height, they don’t want to be taller or shorter, this feels perfect to them. They do wear platformed boots for fun. Their hair goes down to their mid-back. Kira’s hair colour is a softer shade of brown, the name of the colour being ‘Tuscan Red’ when found using the HEX code. They have recently dyed the ends of their hair a soft peach pink in an ombré style, the name of the colour being ‘Pastel Pink’ when found using the HEX code. The images below are the colours of their hair, the base colours as in upcoming art their hair colour may differ due to different shading and so on.

Their skin tone has soft rosey tints to it most commonly, making it warmer. The colour when used HEX code is called ‘Apricot’. The image below is the colour of their skin tone, though it is often darker due to shading and so on, these is just the base colours. I’m going to give two colours for examples.

Kira’s eye colour is a pretty mix of blue and green, giving a nice teal colour. The colour when used the HEX code is called ‘Wintergreen Dream’. The colour is just the base colour for their eyes, many different shades and hues are used when drawing them but this is a good base colour for their eyes. I’m going to give two colours for examples.

They don’t have a main outfit as of right now, but the one I am drawing her currently in may become their main one and so it’s going to be the one I am going to describe. I’ll be using images I have used as references for their outfit, found on Pinterest. They also have a Pinterest board, right here.

Kira wears a black long-sleeved shirt underneath a soft cadet-grey colour cardigan. The clothing articles shown below.

Additionally, they wear high-waisted grey jeans ribboned on the side alongside a pair of black boots. The clothing articles shown below.

Now moving onto accessories. Kira almost always wears a rose gold ring on their thumb, to mess around with when in stress or feeling anxiety. Another accessory they almost wear every day is a star shaped necklaces, personally one of their favourites.

Alongside these current accessories, they also wear a belt and some fingerless gloves with the outfit.

Depending on what route I write them with, and the face originally I made them in the thought of Kay’s route, they wear the necklace given to her. Though I might add it as an Easter egg if I write or draw them with Clive, just for funsies.

That’s currently it for the appearance, I may have forgotten some stuff and if I do remember I’ll just update this. But as of right now, that’s it.

𓂃 。◦ ✿ ◦  。𓂃

INFORMATION

Kira goes by They/She and is a Panromantic Demisexual Demiwoman, although they aren’t out to many people.

They only started dyeing their hair due to feeling down for a handful of weeks, thinking that maybe if they added something brighter or more colourful would help them feel less gloomy or depressed. Currently, they are letting the colour fade out.

When they were younger, around 14 to 16, she did get bullied in their school for quite some time. Though when their friends found out, the bullying quickly stopped as the teacher and principal was informed. Though the bullying wasn’t too bad, it still impacted them and is one of the main reasons she doesn’t have many friends and doesn’t want to make new friends.

She had developed a crush on Shannon over the years when they were younger, but they pushed those feelings away. Kira didn’t have many queer figures in their life that could reassure them that it’s fine, and they thought that Shannon would never see them that way. After a year, her feelings for Shannon faded and they still remain best friends to this day.

It took a lot of time for Kira to accept their identity and sexuality, like mentioned before, they didn’t grow up with many queer figures in their life, plus they couldn’t talk to their father about it since at that time they still believed he hated them. Only after three years did they accept who they were, though having come out to a very small group of people.

During those difficult times, getting stabbed and all, she was upset when she found out her father treated Kay more like his child more than he did his own child. But in the end, they were glad that Grey looked out and cared for Kay.

Originally, Kira was paired to be with Kay, but after many playthroughs and journeys I decided I’d also pair them with Clive. Her ship name with Kay was ‘Mending Heart’ and is now shared with Clive until I find a good ship name for them and Clive. I’ll be switching around writing for which ever pairing I prefer at that moment.

For the longest time, they genuinely believed that Grey hated them or perhaps wished he didn’t have a kid, or at least didn’t have a kid like her. It started when she first was taken in by Grey, and that feeling stayed throughout the years even if it didn’t seem that bad now that she thought about it. During current times, their relationship with their father is much better and she started calling him ‘dad’ again.

Even after everything has been settled, Kira still has a fear of Jasper coming back. It got pretty bad but with some appointments with their therapist, they’re getting over it slowly.

They never really looked for love, they always thought that looking for love was pointless and that they’d rather let it happen naturally than seek it out.

Kira has a matching bracelet with Shannon, although they don’t wear it they keep it in a little box in their room.

More often than not, Kira wears long fingerless gloves with her outfits. They’re pretty self conscious of their arms for no specific reason. They are so self conscious about their whole body in general, always having some sort of jacket with them.

Once during a thunderstorm, they ran to their friends house because they weren’t doing well even when told not to. They are too stubborn. Kira was soaked head to toe but she made it there and made sure her friend was fine.

They don’t have a stable music taste, it all depends on their mood. Most commonly listens to Heart Fragment though. The band got them through many hard times.

Kira has a small star and moon charm attached to their phone case. They’ve started using StarxSocial more often despite being hesitant to try it out at first. Now they post songs from their music playlists or some art they create.

They were absolutely shattered when they had to choose between saving either Kay, Clive or Jasper. It wasn’t fair. Why should she be the one to decide who lives? They all deserve a chance at life. Even Jasper. Sure, he tried to kill them, but it’s not exactly his fault. He believes it’s destiny. They hated having to choose and wished desperately that they could save them all.

At some point during the whole situation, they believed that if they hadn’t existed none of this would have happened. She wished she never existed. She had wished that for years, but never as much as she did right then.

Kira enjoys music, as seen for their love for bands, and had been singing during their music classes in school when they were younger. They were pretty good at it, playing a guitar along side their singing, but after some time they quit. There were too many eyes on them while they sung, it was too stressful. They also felt that they weren’t that good at it. They still sing to this day, though very rarely and only if their friend convinced them or when she’s purely alone.

They draw a lot. Growing up, Kira always wanted be an artist, always channeling their feelings while growing up into art. Whether it was writing, singing or drawing. Currently, they wish to pursue drawing and painting as a career.

They enjoy reading and have a small collection of various books going. Most of the books in her collection are Fantasy, Thriller or Romance books.

Kira absolutely despises coconut water or coconut flavoured things. Will die on the inside when given anything coconut but to not hurt someone’s feelings they will try their best to eat or drink it.

Their nickname for the longest time had been Kiki when she was small, due to it being a ‘cutsey’ nickname for a child growing up. They absolutely despise it nowadays, due to it being embarrassing.

They hate the fact that they’re a mutant, they still haven’t accepted themselves and the fact that they aren’t normal. They’ve thought of themselves as a freak upon finding out that all that talk of powers wasn’t crazy talk.

Their favourites colours are Purple, Blue and Red. Any shade of them.

Kira’s birthday is on the 19th of October, which means they’re a Libra. Their birthstones are Opal and Pink Tourmaline.

They also have a playlist I created for them, it’s a mix of things they’d listen to or that remind me of them. (link)

#🌔 eclipse’s original characters #original character #heart fragment #I’ll draw them eventually I swear #I just have exams soon so i can’t rn #I’m nervous to post this but here goes nothing #I’m aware the grammar might suck #this was pretty rushed #Kira Everhart #oc #mc #main character #for fun #idk what to tag this as

[pastel-peach-writes]

Fire Comes From Within II | Korra x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: In what's supposed to be the night of your life, you let the Avatar feel your wrath.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Cursing, Angry Reader, 4000+ Words, Rivals to Lover, (One-sided) Enemies to Lovers, Part Two, No Use of Y/n, Not Proofread

PART ONE

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

"Where is she?!" your voice boomed through the halls. The doors to the locker room swung open, hitting the walls and then recoiling, almost smashing your teammate Yi in the process.

"Where's who?" Yi asked. The girl scrambled to match your strides, you were too in a fury to notice.

"You know who. I'm going to give her a piece of my mind. First, she's going to steal my spot on the Fire Ferrets then she's going to obliterate me in a match I'm supposed to win?" you scoffed. "She's the Avatar, she's not even supposed to be competing in the first place."

"Oh, come on, Lightning, you know she earned her place fair and square. She's not even using all of her abilities."

"I don't care!" you shouted. You turned on your heels to face Yi square. Your body was trembling with anger while your eyes expressed the pain you were trying your best to hide. "I tried out for the Fire Ferrets. I made it in and I was going to replace their teammate until she stepped in and ruined everything. My spot is on the Fire Ferrets, not the Elemental Mixers."

Yi frowned, her big brown eyes dimming as she stared into yours. "So, you don't want to be on the Elemental Mixers? You never did?"

"What? No, I just–"

"No, it's okay. I get it. I hope you can find your peace, Lightning." Yi left before you could get another word in.

With a yell, you turned away. That same fire in your chest made its return. Yet again, another thing ruined by Korra. You loved the Elemental Mixers, you did. But your heart was with the Fire Ferrets. It always has been and always will be.

As you came to, you noticed Guo's frame. He wasn't too far away in the halls and was talking to some person from another team. You hoped he didn't hear you yell, but the person he was talking to eyed you and then looked back at him

You groaned to yourself as Guo left the person. The male with the long brown hair looked at you displeased, his lips in a frown.

"How much did you hear?" you sucked in a breath.

Guo shrugged. "Just about all of it. Did you mean it?"

"Guo, you know I love being on this team. I think of you guys as family--"

"Did you or did you not mean it, Lightning? I don't have time for your games."

With your eyes fixed on him, you noticed the sternness in his eyebrows. Usually on the thicker side and friendly, they seemed to have thinned out and expressed a massive amount of disappointment.

"I mean it, Guo. I'm sorry--"

He interrupted you once again. "I'm sorry," for the first time since you joined the team, he called you by your name, "you're off the team. Someone on the Elementals doesn't express their hate towards other players or their own team. As you said, we're a family. A family that loves each other and protects each other.

"I saw how you broke Yi's heart. I watched the fear in her eyes as she watched you storm and rant about whatever the heck you were ranting about this time. You're off the team, officially, for unsportsmanlike behavior."

"Oh, come on! You can't kick me out. Like you said, we're family. Family doesn't kick out family, Guo."

The older boy shook his head. "It's clear to me now that you were never family, just a pretender." And like his "sister", Yui, Guo left without you getting another word in.

In the hall, you've captured the attention of some ongoers. Most of them you didn't care about, but then your eyes landed on bright blue eyes and deep skin.

She just had to be there whenever you're at your worst, doesn't she?

You walked through the crowd of people, brushing past them and glaring into Korra's eyes as you met her in the middle of the crowd. "You ruined everything for me, Avatar," you grimaced. "You've stripped everything I've ever worked for and known of from me in just a matter of weeks. You're a rookie. You shouldn't have all these favors and things handed to you just because you're the human the spirits chose to master the four elements."

Korra didn't say anything. Her expression was unreadable with her blank eyes and stone face.

"I hate you, Korra, and I hope karma bites you in your ass."

--

You didn't know Guo was serious about kicking you off the team. After the match, win or lose, the pro-bending teams were having a party to celebrate the end of the season. One of the teams rented out an old-school ballroom to host the party.

The party was electric, similar to the party a couple days ago, but the energy was significantly higher probably because all of the hard work was over.

You had to attend this party, it was the party of the season, but Guo got your name off the list. When he had time to do that, you had no clue.

You sat outside, high upon the marble steps to the ballroom. Guards stood by the entrance of the building, dressed in slick black suits and glasses like they were someone important.

Many partygoers and pro-benders eyed you and spoke to plus ones about you sitting on the steps. Though everyone eyed you differently, some with sad expressions and others with anger, they all spoke about the same thing.

"I heard they got kicked off the Elemental Mixers." "Do you hear that they got into it with the Avatar?"

"I heard them and Guo were in a relationship and had a messy breakup."

"That's not even what happened!" you exclaimed to a woman no more than 3 years older than you. She stuck her tongue out, her arm tightly wrapped around the girl. The two of them swayed their hips up the stairs, giggling to themselves.

"Why don't you just leave?" Mako spoke, making your eyes snap from the side of you to in front of you.

On the steps below stood Mako, Bolin, and Korra in their best party wear. If you weren't extremely pissed at them, you might even say they looked good.

Might.

You shrugged and faced your body away from the three. You didn't know why yourself, but you weren't going to tell them that. They knew enough about you already.

Mako let out an irritated sigh in replace of your silence. "Fine, don't tell us. Staying out here is just going to make you feel worse about yourself. Plus, you can't stay out here forever. You're going to get cold eventually."

"Goodbye, Fire Ferrets," you said, your gaze still not on them.

The three of them sighed in unison before walking up the stairs. Korra kept her eyes on you as they walked, but you didn't care enough to notice.

"I feel bad," Korra whispered to her teammates once they reached the door.

Mako scoffed. "Are you forgetting the part where they tried to trash talk you and then expressed utter and complete hatred towards you?"

Bolin nodded, agreeing with his brother. "Yeah, and you're the Avatar. No one should hate you."

"But that's the thing," sighed Korra. "They hate me because of who I am or at least what I represent. Because of my abilities, I've taken everything away from them. They trained their whole lives for a spot on the Fire Ferrets and all I had to do was flash a pretty smile towards Mako."

Mako scoffed again, more flustered this time. "That is not all you had to do."

Korra shrugged with a grin. "It's pretty much it."

"Pretty smile or not, you earned your spot on this team. They're jealous and will have to deal with it." Mako put his hands on Korra's shoulders. "You're the Avatar and it's unlike you to shy away from that. Don't let someone hating your destiny dim your light."

Korra stared into his eyes, her blue eyes sparkling. Bolin stood beside them, glancing between the Avatar and his brother. Mere seconds later, Korra laughed in his face. She took his hands off her shoulders, laughing harder.

"Wow, you almost sounded wise for a second," Korra snickered. Mako huffed with red cheeks. He turned his body away from Korra with a grumble. "I'm gonna go apologize, but that was good, Mako!" Korra announced as she ran down the stairs. "You should be a comedian!"

Korra's pumps clicked and clacked against the marble steps. You could hear them above the commotion from the party. You laid an arm along your lap and rested your chin in your other palm. You did your best to ignore Korra, feeling her presence directly behind you, but the Avatar was as stubborn as she is powerful.

"Hey, Mixer," her voice carried over. "Can I sit here?"

You kept your gaze away from her. Why would you give her the chance to look into your eyes, the gateway to the soul, and find something to make fun of you for? Something to use against you and make you feel even shittier than you do now?

From the side of you now, Korra sighed. She sat down a few feet away from you. Her legs stretched down the bottom of the steps and crossed at the ankle as she leaned back on her hands. Just like you, she avoided your gaze. Not because she was worried about what you discover about her, no. But because she didn't know what to say yet.

She came over to apologize but she didn't think of the words to say. How would she bring it up? Should she come out and say it or should she make a segway into the apology?

The orange sky with pink ribbons captured her attention. There were barely any white clouds in sight and the golden rays of the sun made the white and gray marble steps sparkle.

A breath moved past Korra's lips. "The sky looks nice."

On your side of the steps, the sky was a murky blue. The clouds were dark, almost resembling a storm. The moon wasn't to be seen, so there was no light to illuminate the clouds or sparkles of stars. You scoffed, taking in the bleak sight of the sky. "Yeah, right. It looks like the Wicked Witch is coming."

"Huh?" Korra veiwed the sky to her right, where you were sitting, and snickered. "No, not over there." A hesitant hand reached out to turn your shoulder but quickly retracted. "I mean over here." She pointed at the sunset.

Taking a gander at her side of the world, you tilted your head to the side. Nice was barely scraping the bowl to describe the sky's beauty.

The colors were warm and soft strands of clouds danced across the sky. The inviting warmth of the sun's rays invoked peace within you. You had to take a deep breath to really captivate and absorb Nature's gift. The sunset wasn't just nice. It was perfect.

After minutes of comfortable silence, you spoke. "What are you doing here, Korra?" The sunset was becoming enveloped by the dark sky, but for some reason on Korra's side of the world, it wasn't as dark. "You should be inside."

Korra shrugged. "I wanted to apologize. I think I understand why you hate me."

Understanding? Korra? The hot-headed Avatar, known for holding a grudge, was apologizing to you after you initiated all the arguments you've shared? The action was out of character. She should be trying to pick a fight with you like you have for the entirety of the season.

You shook your head, watching the sun disappear behind the horizon. "You have nothing to apologize for." You should be the one doing the apologizing yet you couldn't find yourself to.

"I took your spot on the team. I overheard your conversation with your teammate and then again through the grapevine. I never thought about the lives I affected by taking the open spot on the team. Some say it wasn't fair for me to be on their team, but I thought it was being I was the Avatar," Korra scoffed. "I mean, a lot of stuff is about me being the Avatar, but I realize there's another side to that.

"I didn't try out or train to get my spot on the team. I showed up and was accepted practically on the spot. I was so happy to be a part of something that uplifted benders. I didn't think about the dreams I would be crushing."

You grumbled. You picked at your outfit and returned your gaze to your side of the world. It was dark just as it was before.

Korra sighed at your silence. She mimicked your actions and picked at her blue dress while watching the clouds move across the sky. "We don't have to be friends, but this thing between us needs to stop. It won't be worth it since I won't be on the team anymore."

"What?"

"I'm leaving. Most of this information is classified so don't tell anyone, but my duties as the Avatar are going to rise significantly as time passes. I won't have time to be on the Fire Ferrets, no matter how much I want to. It's only right that my spot goes to someone who earns it. You."

You shook your head. You met her eyes and searched for insincerity or hints of a joke. Her eyes, instead of the words previously described, were the opposite with a genuine gaze and a slight smile on her face. "I don't get it. You hate me."

"No," corrected Korra. "You hate me. I never hated you, just found you mildly annoying." There was a chuckle that followed after. Without staring at her in a fit of rage, the sound of her laughter was actually... pleasant. You wouldn't mind hearing it again.

"Ha. Ha." You adverted your sight. You rested your chin back on your palm. Become a part of the Fire Ferrets and for real this time. An actual tryout, a chance. It would finally be your time to shine. "What about your teammates? You may not hate me, but they hate me for hating you. How could I try out if they won't let me."

"Oh, trust me," a devious smile spread across Korra's lips, "they'll let you."

--

It took careful consideration, around 6 minutes, before you agreed to take Korra up on her offer. Honestly, you thought yourself to be a fool to reject another opportunity to be on the Fire Ferrets.

Though it took a lot of convincing on Korra's side to allow Mako and Bolin to let you try out, your tryout went well.

You hit every target, fired Earth disks when told, and showcased your agility. The brothers were impressed, obviously, but them accepting you into their team wasn't what surprised you. It was the team disassembling just minutes after you were accepted.

It was just your luck to want something so badly, get the opportunity to have it twice, just for it to be ripped out from under you.

Your rage towards disassembly was justified but not targeted towards anyone. The classified information Korra was talking about the night of the party? Yeah, apparently there were people out there taking away Benders' abilities. And being close friends with the Avatar and benders themselves, Mako and Bolin had no choice but to help Korra out.

Days into fighting Amon and discovering his plans, the Krew realized they were taking on more than they thought. Every hour, Amon was recruiting new members. Now his small group of around 20 expanded to nearly 100. The Krew was outnumbered.

"We're going to need more help," Asami informed her friends. The Krew stood around a map spread out on a table at the Air Temple. "Preferably someone agile, has a history doing combat, and is lightning quick."

Korra quipped a brow, smiling at the side of her mouth. Agile, history of doing combat, and lightning quick; Korra knew just the person.

It seemed like Korra was going to be doing a lot of convincing this season. The Avatar thought you would be eager to jump at the opportunity to fight side-by-side and to use your bending for something other than professional bending, but she was wrong. You flat-out refused to join her Krew.

"It's the same story," you informed the Avatar. You two were sat at a ramen place, slurping on noodles and drinking locally made tea. This wouldn't be your first time hanging out with the Avatar. In fact, since your joining and then well, leaving the Fire Ferrets, you two found out that you like each other more than you wanted to admit. "I get the chance to work with Mako and Bolin then it gets torn away from me. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. But fool me three times? Nuh-uh." You slurp up another noodle before continuing. "Not doing it."

"Oh, but come on," Korra whined. "There's no way for you to get kicked out this time! There's no one else in the running for your exact spot and there isn't going to be another worldly crisis taking the brothers away from you. Swear!"

You shook your head as you continued to chow down on your ramen. "Nope. Not happening. Find someone else."

"But there isn't someone else!" Korra pounded her fist on the table. The action shook the table, a thud echoing throughout the wood. Your cups and bowls rattled as the table continued to move. "There is no one as fantastic as you, Lightning. Guo said it himself, Mako and Bolin saw it, and even I did when we were competing. You're letting your fears take control of your life. You didn't have any fears when going against me and trash-talking, and I can kick your ass faster than anyone on this planet."

Through a smile, you scoff. "You wish, Avatar."

Korra rolled her eyes, her smile matching yours. "Come on, Lightning. If you can take me head-on, you can take on these Equalists. My crew and I will be right there fighting beside you if that helps anything."

From your seat across from her, you could see the eager determination in Korra's eyes. She was serious when she said there's no one else to take your spot and that her team needed you. Even through all the petty arguments and digs, Korra saw the best of you. The you that you refused to see sometimes. There was no need for competition if you were on the same team as your rival. Plus, how badass would it be to fight beside the Fire Ferrets? Oh, Kei was going to blow her lid.

"Fine," you prepped another bite of your ramen. "I'll help you guys out but as a guest, okay? I'll fight alongside you until the Equalists are gone, but once they are, I am too. I'm going back to pro-bending."

"Yes!" Korra bumped her fist in the hair. A grin spread wide across her cheeks and her eyes into upside-down C's. "You won't regret this, Lightning. Swear."

--

Your fight against the Equalists was your first with the Krew, but it definitely wasn't your last.

As you fought alongside them, you saw progress in your growth and how you fought. Bolin was the perfect role model to look up to and his positive happy-go-lucky attitude was infectious. There were even moments when Bolin taught Korra some Earth-bending moves and you were invited to join in on the lesson!

Sure, you were more focused on Korra's muscles than improving your skills, but that was a price you were willing to pay to be a part of the Krew. Speaking of Korra and her muscles, you two definitely grew closer as the years went on.

Since she was your top rival, you would train and spar with her the most. In the beginning, it was a bit annoying. Now that Korra could use all four elements, mostly three in the early days, she was hard to beat. She would use your own Earthbending tactics against you and then blast some fire your way just to annoy you. But now, years later, it was second nature.

Sparring with Korra will always be tough no matter your skill level, but she taught you great defense and offense. You were lighter on your toes which was usually hard for an Earth bender, increased your flexibility and hand-eye coordination.

"Is that all you got, Lightning?" Korra taunted. She used two fingers to shoot a fire stream. She was careful to let the fire blow a few feet away from your calf. She wasn't trying to burn you, you were too cute to burn. She wanted to let the heat annoy you and get you irritated.

Her Earthbender, who wasn't hers just yet, was cute when ticked off. Well, in a sparring sense. Korra blamed your early relationship for her finding you cute when sweaty and threatening to beat her into a pulp. Your threats were empty. She knew this and it's exactly why she wants to poke fun.

"Korra," you growled, moving out of the way of her attack. "What did we say about using fire?" You stomped your foot and a boulder rose from the Earth. With the circle of your forearm, the boulder grew in height. You swiped your arm across your chest. The boulder dashed in front of your body, you pivoted your standing foot and struck the rock toward Korra with a kick.

Korra laughed. She used dainty fingers and hands to pull two streams of water up her body and then towards the boulder to stop it from colliding with her body. "Nothing! It's free game!"

You groaned to yourself. It was times like this that made you miss your shared pro-bending days. Life was so much easier when Korra was restricted to her waterbending. You punched the racing boulder twice and it exploded into two halves. You took the first half and propelled it towards Korra. As expected, she took the rock and shoved it into the ground behind her. The rock acted as a wall.

With her back turned toward you, you took the other half and shoved it into the ground opposite of the first half. Korra spun on her toes as the ground shook beneath them. With a smirk, you collected other rock walls and built a makeshift shelter around her.

"Oh, really?" Korra called out. She turned around herself, surrounded by the walls made out of rock. She shook her head, rolling her hands in a balling motion to gather air. "This is so easy to get out of. Why did they even do this?" Using the air she collected, Korra spun up into the air. The walls busted from the movement, falling flat to the ground.

The Avatar's ponytail whipped around her head as she continued to spin 8 feet into the air. Up in the air, Korra couldn't help but notice you weren't to be seen. The Avatar landed on the slab you used for the roof, her eyebrows knitted. "What--" she scoffed while circling herself. "Lightning?"

A gust of air is violently taken out of Korra as you tackle her from the side. She cried out a groan, and you two pummeled into the ground. "Hah!" you war-cried.

The two of you rolled around in the dirt. The sounds of rustling clothes and leaves filled your ears. Korra grabbed onto your wrists as you two tumbled down the faint hill of the training grounds. "Spirits, Lightning, stay still!"

"No!" you laughed out. As you continued to fight and wrestle on the way down from the hill, your sweaty faces dirtied from the earth you two insisted on rolling in. Finally, with an accidental jab to her ribs, Korra decided she'd had enough.

She grunted, pinning your back into the patch of grass. Her hands formed what some would call a white-knuckle grip around your wrists. Her teeth were gritted, beads of sweat rolled in between her eyebrows and down the side of her face. She's almost seethed from childish horseplaying until she sees your laughing face.

Your laugh expressed a childlike joy. It reminded Korra of Jinora and Ikki playing pretend. They would frolic around the temple, using tablecloths as princess dresses. They took sticks or cooking utensils, whichever were available at the time, and used them as wands. As they stood and jumped around furniture, their giggles would echo throughout the Air Temple.

That sound, their laughter, soothed Korra even on her toughest days. On the days she disliked Mako and Asami. On the days she couldn't figure out airbending, Jinora's and Ikki's laughter would be heard from down the hall and remind her that everything would be alright.

Since the girls considered themselves to be "too grown" to play princesses, Korra assumed she would never find a sound to invoke that emotion within her again. That was until she pinned you down on the grass, your arms in the grip of her hands, and her thighs on the sides of your body, she heard it.

Your belly flexed and relaxed with your laughter. The sun beaming directly into your face didn't stop you from laughing and squirming from underneath Korra. "You should've seen your face! Oh, my Spirits, I wish I had that photographed."

Korra sat back, removing her hands from your arms. Though she was holding you down anymore, your back remained on the grass. Korra watched with an embarrassed yet fond smile on her face. "Yeah, haha. Let's make fun of the Avatar," she chuckled.

"Please!" you opened your eyes, the apples of your cheeks bright from your smiling and laughs. "You had it coming. You know how I feel about your unfair fire bending."

"'Unfair'?" exclaimed Korra with a laugh.

"Yes, unfair!"

"No, 'unfair'! You are my rival, Lightning," she poked your chest. "You're the only person I practice my firebending with. What, you prefer I get rusty and only use my firebending on the bad guys?"

A sound that was similar to a giggle escaped your throat. "Yes, actually. That would be best. Or, y'know, go train with Mako."

Korra rolled off your body and lay beside you instead. You missed the squeeze of her thighs around your stomach, but considering you were breathing easier now, it might've been for the better. "Absolutely not. Mako doesn't get cute-upset like you. He just gets upset like a dad. It's not a pretty sight."

You snickered. "Dad Upset" would be the perfect word to describe Mako's disappointment. Arms crossed over his chest, lips in a scowl, and his eyebrows so close together, they looked like one with a huge dip in the middle. "That's pretty accurate actually." You wiped your glistening forehead with the back of your palm. "So, you think I'm cute?"

Korra shrugged, a flustered smile threatening to break through her cool facade. "Yeah. That okay?"

Taking your gaze from the bright white clouds that were traveling across the vibrant blue sky, you meet the different vibrant blue of Korra's eyes. "Yeah, as long as I get to think you're cute too."

If Korra's flusteredness ever showed on her face, you didn't see it. The moment your sentence ended, she was grinning with a teasing sparkle in her eyes.

"I knew it! I knew you liked me. See," Korra laid on her side and rested her head on her palm. "I thought so when I kept catching you staring at me that morning of the big tournament, but I wasn't sure. I mean, you were so angry with me over nothing!"

The mention of your "hating Korra" arc struck a cringe from deep inside you. You slapped your hands on your face and groaned. "Please, don't mention it. I regret that whole situation every day."

"Nah, nah, nah," Korra laughed. "Don't regret it. If it wasn't for your angstiness, you wouldn't have gotten kicked off the party list and we would've never spoken on the steps. Without that conversation, I would've never thought of you to help out for Amon and we wouldn't be here... talking about the crushes we have on each other."

You let out a sigh, dragging your hands down your face. You wanted to tease her about using the 'c' word because when did you ever admit to having a crush on her? You just said you thought she was cute. But, nevertheless, you let it slide. You slipped your hand into hers and squeezed her calloused hand. "Yeah, whatever..."

Korra snorted. She poked your cheek with her other hand as the teasing sparkle in her eye morphed into a teasing smile. "You like me. I bet I kept you up at night." You closed your eyes with a heavy sigh. Korra only laughed. "I bet you thought about my arms wrapped around your body because, let's be honest here, you were not subtle with your staring."

"Korra," you warned.

"I wonder how long it took you to realize how many times I crossed your mind. I wonder when you realized the shift of hatred to 'Whoa, I'm in love with the coolest girl in the universe'."

"Korra."

"Oo!" she giggled a little. "I wonder how many times we got so close in sparring that it made your heart race. Tell me, Little Lightning," she hadn't called you that nickname since your rival days. "am I making your heart race right now?"

"Korra, if you so much as drag that finger down my cheek as you tease me, I will not hesitate to have a piece of Earth come from the sky and crash down on you."

The finger that was just barely touching your skin froze. It retracted, its owner pouting. "Well, gee. What a party pooper."

You laughed. With the squeeze of your hands, you two decided to spend the rest of the afternoon resting on the grass and cloud watching. Her hand felt perfect in yours and all it took to get here was a pro-bending match, failed Fire Ferret attempts, and a whole lot of rivalry.

Fin. | WC: 5,051

#pastel-peach-writes #gender-neutral terms #pastel peach writes #gender neutral terms #avatar korra #the legend of korra #korra #legend of korra #legend of korra fanfiction #legend of korra fanfic #tlok korra #avatar: tlok #korra x reader #korra fanfic #korra x you #korra x y/n #tlok #tlok fanfic #avatar the legend of korra #the legend of korra fanfic

[beezonia]

What to do when your girlfriend wears a skirt?

Day 8 for @mlbfemslashfebruary

[Chlonette my beloveds i need to write more for them!]

Marinette’s wearing a skirt.

She looks so pretty, pastel blue mixed with a baby pink and a peach with her leg warmers.

Chloe is in love again.

All the colours match with her bright smile and positive attitude, and Chloe is whipped. Chloe is obviously staring at her with a look of adoration because who wouldn’t adore Marinette?!

“CHLOE HI!”

Her girlfriend’s sweet voice brings her out of the daydream.

“Hi Mari, you look adorable.”

Chloe revels in the fact that just one simple compliment makes Marinette blush.

“Thank you, you look cute today too!”

Of course she does, Chloe is rocking her usual bee like pallet, and it’s all designer of course. She wouldn’t dare dress down for a date.

“Thanks sweets, now where do you want to stop off first? I was thinking we go get lunch and then we paint the town!”

Marinette nods cheering along with her girlfriend’s words.

At least Paris would get too see the best dressed couple roaming it’s streets that day!

———

#mlbfemslashfebruary #chlonette #chloe bourgeois #marinette dupain cheng #sorry it’s short #I’ll try do some bigger ones soon

[cha0s-boyy]

[ID: 10 cartoony digital drawings of mostly animal characters. 1. a fullbody of an anthro hog. they are fat, are standing with one hand on their hip, and have a mohawk with sideburns. their fur is tones of dark gray, and their hair is a purple and pink gradient. they have a green nose ring and are smiling smugly. 2. a humanoid demon character from the legs up. he is thin, with light brown skin, and long black hair with side bangs and raccoontails. both his bangs and raccoontails have blue and yellow stripes. he has a spiked purple collar. black wings with rainbow flight feathers, a cyan shirt with yellow stars and a rainbow smiling flower on it, kandi jewelry, black cargo shorts, a pink checkered belt, red and green gloves, and a pink demon tail. He has an open mouth smile and is doing the rock hand symbol. 3. a pink and violet anthro canine from the waist up. he has spiky pink scene hair and is wearing a black and gold clandestine industries hoodie. he has large gold claws instead of fingers or paws, and is doing the rock hand symbol. his eyes, nose, and inner ears are all gold. his eyes are mismatched levels of openness, and he has a toothy grin. 4. an anthro fennec fox from the hips up. his fur is pale peach colors, and he has humanlike hair with a center part. their hair is mostly pinky-peach with offwhite on one side of their bangs. he has pale blue eyes, inner ears, and paw pads, and his eyes have long sharp eyelashes. she is wearing a darker pink collar with blue hearts on it and a blue gem as the charm. they have a devious expression, and are holding a knife, with one finger on the other hand tracing along the point of the blade. 5. a fullbody of a feral poodle. her paws and head are white, with black circles around her eyes, and the rest of her body is black with teal, yellow, orange, and red-pink stripes on her tail, legs, ears, and hair. her hair is done like a fluffy mohawk. she is smiling slyly. 6. a feral aeromorph character with a round body that flows straight into their head without a neck. they are turquoise green, with a darker underside, and have thin flexible wings. on their face is a large black nose and four windows on their forehead, as well as a small smile and a closed eye. they have yellow stripes on their tail and writing on their tail fin and wings. they have short stumpy legs. 7. another feral aeromorph, framed so that only the upper front portion of his body is visible. he has a long neck, and his body appears soft and squishy. he is pastel blue on top, white underneath and on his wings, and has a yellow stripe along his side and darker blue legs. he has a black nose and window markings on his forehead and sides. he is smiling with his eyes closed, and the piece is lit as if it is dawn or dusk. 8. a bust drawing of an anthro frog. she is thick and muscly, with a prominent bust. her skin is black with red and purple markings, and her eyes are also red. she has a determined expression. 9. a furry character from the waist up. they have a triangular face and large ears, sharply clawed hands, black fur, and a red telephone booth door on the front of their torso. they have large red eyes without defined pupils or irises. 10. a lineless drawing of a red cat with large, round black eyes and a large round black nose. their head is notably wide and flat. /end ID]

#chaos!! #chaos art!! #artfight #artfight 2023 #furry #art #digital art #digital drawing #furry art #furry artwork #anthro #anthro art #anthropomorphic #aeromorph #weirdfur #feral #feral furry #feral furry art #feral art #scenedog #emo doggo #emo dog #scenecore #furrycore #scene #sparkledog #sparklefur #sparkleanimal #sparklefurry #scenefur

[ilikereadingthisiswhatilike]

Jinx

(X) = Smut

When I was younger @nyx--knacks Summary: Jinx is sent away to a finishing school for girls with behavioral problems. Enter you, her white walled angel.  Warnings: Mental health Special Tags: None

Her soulmate @yanyanfeii Summary: Jinx’s soulmate is last person she or her soulmate would like to be.  Warnings: Kidnapping Special Tags: Soulmate Au

Your grace @the-dumpster-fire-of-life Summary: You never left Jinx Warnings: None Special Tags: Muilty chapter

Sister @yanderes-galore-galore Summary: Jinx takes you in as her new sister. Warnings: Kidnapping Special Tags: None

Pink @insane-arcane Summary: You have pink hair and Jinx is easily confused. Warnings: Kidnapping Special Tags: None

Jinx falls in love @insane-arcane Summary: You are Caitlyn's sibling and Jinx falls for you Warnings: Emotional manipulation Special Tags: None

Safe Hands @yanderegrizzsworld Summary: Jinx hands are safe only when they hold you. Warnings: Emotional manipulation, Kidnapping Special Tags: Muilty chapter.

Airhead @crusty-chronicles Summary: You can be a Airhead Warnings: None Special Tags: Head con

Wings @the-dumpster-fire-of-life Summary: You have wings Warnings: None Special Tags: Head con

Zombie @angelltheninth Summary: You survive with Jinx. Warnings: Blood. Special Tags: Head con

Run away @pathetic-sapphic Summary: You run away Warnings: None Special Tags: Head con.

Toxic @pathetic-sapphic Summary: You see how toxic they can be. Warnings: None Special Tags: Head con

We can Be family @lovelybrooke Summary: They deiced you are family. Warnings: None Special Tags: Family Au, Ft. Silco

Marrying into the Family @peoplesgraves Summary: You do not know if Silco likes. So Jinx has him talk to you. Warnings: None Special Tags: Family Au, Ft. Silco

A mishap @the-dumpster-fire-of-life Summary: You have a panic attack while on the job. Warnings: Mental health. Special Tags: Family Au, Ft. Silco

Her Soulmate @yanyanfeii Summary: Jinx’s soulmate is last person she or her soulmate would like to be. Warnings: Kidnaping Specials Tags: Soulmate Au, Ft. Silco

Somewhere in those eyes @fangirlpostsfangirlthings Summary: whereas everyone sees a dangerous and crazy, harm to society, you see a vulnerable girl who just wants to be loved Warnings: None Specials Tags: None, Ft. Silco

Someone Better @pastel-peach-writes Summary: Jinx is having doubts about your relationship so she asks if you'd be happier with someone else. Warnings: Angst Specials Tags: None, Ft. Silco

ice cream sundae @novacqnes Summary: Everyone thinks Jinx and you are dating. Warnings: Angst Specials Tags: None, Ft. Silco

Druggy Sister @itsmebytch001 Summary: Your sister finds out you are doing drugs. Warnings: Drug use, Family Issues Special Tag: None, Ft. Silco

Just hair @manias-wordcount Summary: Your bush Jinx Warnings: Drug use, Family Issues Special Tag: None

When I brush your hair @ladey Summary: Your an mother figure to Jinx Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff, Muitl-Chapter

Sisters @lolita-lollipop Summary: You are the baby of the family and most affected by Vi leaving. Warnings: Family Issues, Mental Health Issues Special Tag: None

Strap and Hair @obsessedduh (X) Summary: You like to pull Jinx hair Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Please Don't Leave Me Again! @0starwomen0 Summary: You are Jinx toy. Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Helping Hand @obsessedduh (X) Summary: Jinx catching reader masturbating and deciding to offer a helping hand. Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Hidden @rougecreator1 Summary: As a magic user you must hide you abilities, even form those you love. Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Confession @buryustogether Summary: Two of you confess your love for each other Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff

First time @obsessedduh (X) Summary: It is Jinx first time and your more then happy to help Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff

Sweetheart @pow-pow1111 Summary: You like to playfight with your girlfriend. Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff

#x reader #reading fanfiction #reading list #reading recommendations #fanfic recommendation #jinx arcane #jinx league of legends #jinx #arcane #jinx x reader

[sturniolo-rat]

ABOUT STURNIOLO-RAT!!!

Hello Lovie,

My name is Peach🍑; I’m a 23-year-old, nonbinary, professional nanny based in Georgia who loves to write fanfiction!

Pls feel free to call me girlie or any other female or male terms of endearment, lol

Scorpio☀️Pisces 🌙Cancer⤴️

My Favorite:

Triplet- Matty Boi

Book- Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

Movie- Little Women, dir. Greta Gerwig (2019)

Song- Pink Skies by Wiley from Atlanta

Color- Pastel orange (one might even refer to it as peach)

Season- Autumn

City- New Orleans (I lived there for 2 years and absolutely loved it)

Food- Dirty, nasty, ugly, American, processed to filth Chinese food

Drink- Fireball (It's all I drank for my 2 years in nola... I was woefully dehydrated... I didn't notice because I was also very high)

Quote- "Life is too short, and love is too long." - Nona the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

Taglist

Masterlist

Current Upload Schedule

#about me #peach speaks #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo imagine #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo fluff #christopher sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x you #matthew bernard sturniolo #chris sturniolo imagine #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo x reader #sturniolo ask game #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo edit #sturniolo triplets x reader #sturniolos #sturniolo triplets smut #the sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo

[sunnylands-world]

≪ Sunny's navigation ⪼

✍ as the writer of everything on this page you do not have my permission to take my ideas, repost them on other sites, translation them or copy them. [Read the rules for more]

Hello readers and mutuals, if you don't know already I go by sunny and welcome to my blog!

My account for questions and prompts is: sunnylandsworldwithwords

And feel free to ask me anything writing related there

Feedback: tell me what you think of my writing! I love to improve in certain areas.[be nice though]

⪻ About me ⪼

Hobbies for sunny: I like to write, read and make edits. Some of my other hobbies include dancing, singing, drawing, and sometimes painting or hanging out with family.

Age: 18

My favorite colors are: blue, Green, peach orange, white, sunset yellow, lavender, beige, and other pastel colors

My pronouns are: she/her

Words to Writers 1

Writers motivation 2

Writer buddies

HAPPY 189 FOLLOWERS!

Little bird - sunny's poem

Sunny's writing tips

Sunny's writing tips 2

Sunny answers writing struggles [writing tip 3]

Appreciate to those that I love

Trending !!!

⪻ Me at Hogwarts ⪼

First house: Hufflepuff

Second: ravenclaw

Patronus: dog

Wand: Yew with a Core of Dragon Heartstring

⪻ Readers ⪼

[I recommend reading this if you read my fics or would like to request]

First off thank you for coming to my page. I appreciate your reads, comments, reblogs and requests and any support for that matter.

If your okay with it tell me your thoughts I ask that you do it kindly, I'm a easy cry baby. ♡

My fandoms include: Harry Potter, Stranger Things, Marvel, The walking dead, and others. I also write for celebrities too! So basically multi-fandom but I am know best for my draco content.

My writing style can be more poetry like so that's a warning!

I do not write relationships between underage readers or characters! No one will be in a relationship with a character under 18

I write Draco in different universes or whatever it's called 😂

I occasionally do stepcest fics the reader is always 18 and up, so don't be sick and say she's younger or I'll block you. if this bothers you, you can block me, don't bother interacting with me about it.

The only time the reader, character or both are underage in my fanfiction is to describe highschool [17,16 but this more for Hogwarts] other than that they are ALWAYS 18!

Feel free to interact with me through my inbox, we should definitely fangirl together!!

You can message me as well.

i'm a very kind person, no ask or request will receive negative feedback so don't be shy, speak your mind.

If you say anything negative expect to be blocked from my page.

I love good criticism so if you see areas I can improve by all means tell me. [kindly] I'm always trying to be better at what I do!

I write fluff, angst, and smut

I don't have an age restriction since I know people underage are reading "certain" content with that being said what you consume is your choice! I will not be held responsible for any of it

Rules

Tips for you guys 🫂💫

Things I haven't tried writing yet and may or may not be comfortable with include: writing about sleeping with people on their period [the thought of it just doesn't feel right but I may write it], harm to my favs mental health or suicide unless it's for the plot. I may add to this over time

You can leave as many requests as you like however, I cannot promise I'll write them right away as some requests are more complex and may take longer to write.

[this doesn't mean I won't get to it!]

⪻ Ship's ⪼

Ships I think are okay but am too jealous of or don't like include: Eddie Munson + Steve Harrington, Hermione + Draco, Harry + Draco, and other Harry Potter ships that give me the icks, Eddie + Chrissy, and more [either they bother me or the possessiveness in me to have them all to myself is making me hate it and I can admit that 😌]

I do not hate others or comment my opinion on said ships. what you like is your choice, I will not try and change your mind.

However, I may write polyamorous relationships with said ship's but I won't have it be like them being together more so they are both with the reader.

⪻ links 🔗 ⪼

MY TAGLIST

Draco's masterlist

DRACO UNIVERSE'S

⪻ Sunny supports ⪼

sunny accepts all types of religions, castes, and creeds, and gend all igbtq+ communities. I do not like hate towards anyone! I am more than happy to talk with people about anything including mental health! I don't want people to feel unwanted, unsupported, or anything so I will help in any way I can.

#draco malfoy #sunny writes #sunnythewitch #sunny #sunnythewriter #about myself #writers on tumblr #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy fluff #draco x you #navigation #mutuals

[yonderly-alamort]

[ 𝟎𝟎 : 𝟎𝟎 ] 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐒. ─── 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

author's note. at the moment i writed this it wasn't halloween but i'm bored and this is cute as just to be clear, most of these might be just for fun/not serious :D

advertising. some costumes are made to representate male x female characters. example: emily & victor from corpse bride, mario & peach, etc. requests here!

with. kenma kozume, kuroo tetsuro, akaashi keiji, asahi azumane, atsumu miya and suna rintaro <3

ʚ SUNA RINTARO ɞ gomez and morticia addams. omg, this is pure art. suna dressed as gomez and you as morticia. he in his impeccable black suit and the flirtatious smile on his lips while you wore a gorgeous matching dress and a perfect eye shadow that rin helped you make up, best of all, for once in his life, suna was so much more relaxed and even got into the role of his character to the point that, at the end of the night, with his arms around your waist and his lips crashing on yours, he said: "happy halloween, darling."

ʚ KOZUME KENMA ɞ mario & peach, the two of you have always loved spending your weekends playing mario kart or party superstars, so when halloween came around, it didn't seem like such a bad idea. somehow you convinced your boyfriend to go out on the streets at night. it might be a little weird for kenma to walk through the streets with his cotton pants almost falling down, or for you to move your legs in the skirt of that heavy dress. still, as he looked at you, the only thing kozume could think about was how pretty you looked. also, you couldn't help but notice the calm joy in the eyes of the beautiful boy who accompanied you.

ʚ AKAASHI KEIJI ɞ victor & emily, after watching corpse bride on one of your weekly dates at home the only thing on akaashi's and your mind was that emily's dress was gorgeous and victor's suit was just the right amount of elegant respectively. that's why, in a state of crisis in the middle of a costume store, you were sure that what you wanted was to be reincarnated as those characters. the idea of walking around the city in such a refined, gloomy but beautiful way was perfect. with your arms intertwined and your back straight, you both wandered in front of the houses with candies in your bags and your cheeks flushed with happiness and warmth.

ʚ ASAHI AZUMANE ɞ little red riding hood and the big "bad" wolf fit your aesthetics in the best way, and even more with the halloween night. and yes, you may have changed the story a bit; the big bad wolf is not so malevolent and doesn't want to eat the little red riding hood, but he is just a cute lover protecting the heart of his sweetheart. as the night falls and the moon rises in the sky, the light reflected spectacularly on the loving face of asahi, and a sweet kiss lied on your cheek.

ʚ ATSUMU MIYA ɞ the grizzly and the honey bee. the idea sounded halfway good, until you found out that tsumu would be the bee and you the bear. sitting in osamu's living room next to the other msby players, the blond next to you was grinning like a fool while playing with the straps of his tight black and yellow stripped shirt, he looked so good but you sure couldn't stand the heat emitting from the inside of your furry suit any longer.

ʚ KUROO TESTURO ɞ maids,, i'm just going to say that it wasn't you who proposed the idea, but to see kuroo wearing one of those cute dresses, you weren't going to complain. you didn't have much of a choice either, he wanted to see you in the kitty ears and white stockings until it ended up being tetsu who tried the costume for a silly reason. seeing that both you and kuroo looked amazing and the holiday was near, it was the perfect opportunity. just imagine: the two of you holding gloved hands, walking down the sidewalk in the monochromatic and pompous maid outfit with a little pastel pink apron around your waist, matching the furry headband on top of your heads. it was *chef kiss*

© yonderly alamort 2022. please do not modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform without my permission.

#alamort 💗 #yonderly alamort #haikyuu x reader #anime x reader #reader insert #anime #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu suna #suna x reader #haikyuu kenma #kenma x reader #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo x reader #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi x reader #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu x reader #haikyuu asahi #asahi x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff