#ahh!

[yellbug]

can we be real yet about twilight midnight sun being a smell fetish novel? because i noticed

[strwbiesskiss]

Tears, comfort, and akward apologies

Or in other words my head cannons about Sandrone with a cry baby gf / sensitive partner (my head cannons are more like short fics though if I’m honest! Just warning you)

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⚙️𓏲ּ𝄢 Sandrone meets you out of sheer coincidence is all; you’re simply another one of many Fatui underlings assigned to cater to her. She’s not surprised at how you flinch away at her angry outbursts or shift uncomfortably at her ire as if the air has been sucked from the room. All subordinates reacted so spineless to her temper. She’d always tell herself she didn’t care; she was a researcher above all right? she had her creations and need not much else. With you it’s different she comes to begrudgingly realize. Sandrone abhors to admit it but after enough small talk and how you persistently try and warm up to her she finds herself tolerating you; It was truly gonna be a hassle to navigate your unfortunately delicate constitution. She didn’t have time for this.. Well she was always a quick learner.

⚙️𓏲ּ𝄢 Even after months of warming up and finding yourself in a relationship together Sandrone still struggles to navigate the rocky waters that is your emotions. She’s still has an inclination toward outbursts and not so nice words toward incompetent underlings or simply things that irk her, yet Sandrone finds that she’s toned herself down to accommodate you. She’s relived you at least don’t take her bluntness to heart anymore or her tendency to come off hostile or arrogant. It took quite some time and struggle to coax you into seeing her as not being upset with you constantly. Every now and then though Sandrone will somehow still set you off and tears ensue.

⚙️𓏲ּ𝄢 When Sandrone happens to have a particularly stressful day and may or may not have anger directed toward you unjustly she always finds a deep, annoying, gnawing guilty in her chest. When such times occur Sandrone struggles to comfort you. She isn’t one for coos and gentle touches. She’s used to taking things that are broken apart and fixing them; Sandrone is used to tinkering not soothing. She’s quick to admit to her fault but as wet, broken tears escape you she’s found herself at a loss of how to help. Sandrone often lets you cry yourself against her chest as she’ll slowly hold you, she’ll regal you with complaints of her day, she’ll tell you of her tea parties with her fellow harbingers.

⚙️𓏲ּ𝄢 Sandrone isn’t the only one to strike warmth behind your eyes; She’s quite astonished to see how on your walks a simple family, stray, or particularly beautiful foliage can strike wetness on your cheeks. Your tears aren’t always sad either she just doesn’t know how to react.

⚙️𓏲ּ𝄢 Sandrone almost finds herself approaching your tender-heartedness from her familiar objective lens. Why do you react that way? What sets you off? She doesn’t comfort so much as she offers solution instead. Yet most the time she finds you petulantly winning or still upset babbling about how you want her touch not solutions. It’s perplexing; she’s given you solutions why would you want to simply continue crying about it instead? She always caves though. Sandrone’s touch can be a little stiff at first but she puts effort in where she’s not used to it.

⚙️𓏲ּ𝄢 Sandrone as much as she may struggle to calm you and attend to your emotions somehow finds herself almost enjoying it. Sandrone isn’t used to being close to something so pliable. You’re plush, living, and sensitive. Sandrone can’t react harshly or take you apart to see what’s wrong. Yet she likes how she feels needed, you see how harsh she can be yet still come running curled up to her side as you should be.

⚙️𓏲ּ𝄢 Sandrone is also found herself at a loss at how you cry when frustrated. Sandrone has always been prone to blowing her fuse; a subordinate messes up, her day doesn’t go as planned, her machines fail, Sandrone is set off by inconveniences and she’ll always lash out followed by grumbles and huffs and complaints. She’s never seen someone cry when angry. You’ve told her it all bubbles up and you react in the only way your body seems fit: tears. Hot, wet tears when you were angry. She’s intrigued but confused by it all the same. She’s always curious about seeing and more importantly feeling from your perspective.

⚙️𓏲ּ𝄢 Sandrone is quite shocked when she notices your sensitive tendencies follow to your more intimate moments. She’ll hardly curl her fingers into you, kiss you, press the durable silicone of her strap and you’ll cry. It’s startling at first it has her pausing and worriedly glancing or searching your face intently for discomfort. She should truly be used to your tendencies by now but she’s so unused to such softness in her life. When you tell her it’s simply because you feel nice and don’t know how to express it besides noises and lots of tears she’s relieved.

⚙️𓏲ּ𝄢 Sandrone adores her sweet, crybaby girlfriend. You’re soft and upset compared to her objective harsh edges. You balance her out and show her warmth not many have before. She doesn’t always know how to express it but Sandrone loves you more than anything.

[cruxotic]

# LETTING IN WHITE HEAT ✶ abby anderson!

❝ vision go black, blood, letting in white heat.❞ ft. brakence

★⠀warning y disclaimers — eighteen+, f!reader, wlw sex, poc!friendly, labeling this as dubcon bc abby is mean but she’s sweet after, mean!abby, top!abby, bottom!reader, sub!ellie, loser coded!ellie, voyerisum, kinda mean rough sex, jealous!abby, slight nipple play, strap use r!recieving, abby has one filthy mouth, mommy kink, aftercare, abby is kinda really mean

her jealousy is soft at first, small ticks easily missed if you weren’t looking. the way her blue eyes would become cold like the atlantic, void of any warmth anytime another girl hugged you for a little too long, lingering touch your smooth arms, or the one time at a frat part this ellie chick your hair wrapped around a slender finger. she wouldn’t really react, besides pulling you closer to her, resting her chin on your shoulder, abby’s long fingers intertwined with yours. she knew you were gorgeous, anyone with eyes could see it, people were going to hit on you and it maybe it was annoying at times when abby just wanted you to herself, but she ignored them and just focused on you. but tonight? god, she couldn’t control it. she was failed miserably to keep her cool. it was happening right in front of her, and you weren’t dismissing ellie’s advances like you normally would. no. not at all. you were encouraging her by batting your long, luscious eyelashes at her emerald eyes. leaning away from abby and into her, letting your fingertips grazing the tattoo on her forearm as you giggle, fucking giggling, at a lame joke ellie was telling you. abby would deck her if you wouldn’t get upset about it. you’d forgive her, eventually, but abby knew some groveling would have to happen on her end. no, she wouldn’t have it this way. still, the situation nagged her in way she despised. apparently abby wasn’t giving you enough attention you had to seek it elsewhere and god, abby was going to make you regret it. baby let’s go somewhere more quiet, yeah? your little friend can even come, quietly she whispered in your ear.

it’s how you ended up in this position, getting fucked within an inch of you life, on all fours and your delicate fingers gripping the railing of the frame at the edge, headboard crashing against the wall the abby’s thrusts. lamely, ellie was fully clothed sitting in a velvet green chair placed next to the mirror, not like she could move. abby made sure of it. her brown leather belt bound ellie’s wrist so they laid flat in her lap, lust building up in her eyes as she took in the scene before her. abby’s pierced nipples on display, burly arms flexing as they gripped onto your ass, slapping every few thrusts, letting her meaty hands smooth over the sensitive area. all ellie wanted was to be in the mix, but abby would not let her. every grunt from abby’s lips made ellie’s dripping pussy clench. it wasn’t fucking fair, her keeping you like this, all to herself. the recoil of your ass and abby’s moans mixed together was enough to make ellie cum just from rubbing her thighs against each other, but the blonde’s filthy mouth only made matters worse, pushing her to the edge quicker than she would have liked. really, even expected.

“what you think she could fuck better than me, baby? is that why you were flirting with her? huh? what? too drunk on my cock you can’t fucking talk?” abby laughed before picking up her pace, a light mumble of mommy slipped past your whimpering lips, but it was loud enough for them both to hear. “that’s right, baby. mommy always has to punish you when you’re being a spoiled brat. what? you think she can fuck you like this? she’s half my size. couldn’t even pick you up even if she tried.”

ellie felt humiliated but she couldn’t stop herself from the pressure building up in the pit of her stomach. “c’mon ellie, i know you’re close. show me what a fucking loser you are and come for me. right now, baby. yeah, just like that. ruin those pretty boxers for me.” it doesn’t take anything else ellie to squirm in the chair, spurts of white, hot cum flooding her boxers, pretty eyes rolling into the back of her head as she slumped in the chair.

abby could fully focus on you now, all the attention she could give fully on you.she slipped her the strap out of your swollen, puffy pussy and made you ride her. intentionally, she wanted to punish ellie. she wanted her to see the pussy she would never have, gush over abby’s cock. your beefy girlfriend watched as you bounced on her cock, the swell of your tits bouncing rapidly as you fully sat on the girth. abby could feel the base nudge against her clit each time, her breaths becoming more erratic, watching her stupidly pretty girl chanting out mommy mommy mommy as her hips jerked sinfully. abby decided to help you, even if you didn’t deserve it.

she met you halfway, bucking her hips, meeting you with her strong thrusts as she bent her head down to suck on the perky bud. “mommy, fuck, please can i come?” but it seemed abby still had a bit of cruelness left in her. she released your nipple with a soft pop! she shoved her middle finger and ring finger into your mouth, before instructing you “suck.” abby chose to ignore you, but you obeyed. continuing to ride her cock as she made you practically gag on her long digits. when she felt like you had enough, she circled them on your clit. “you tell me, baby? do you deserve to cum?”

abby smirked as your eyebrows furrowed, trying to concentrate enough so you wouldn’t come without her permission. she’d only punish it for you later when the two of you were back at home. “i think….” abby slapped your ass with her free hand, letting her blunt fingernails digging into the delicate flesh. “you’ve been a bad girl tonight. haven’t you? what have i told you before? c’mon, let me hear it.”

“mommy only lets good girls cum.” between every word, abby delivers cruel thrusts to your cunt, making your pussy clench around her cock.

then abby was whispering in your ear, “but since we have an audience, i’ll just punish you at home, yeah?” she pauses, before she applies more pressure on your clit. “now, ride my cock like you mean it, baby.”

once your pace quicken, abby could feel the pressure build up, could feel her clit pulsating. she was close, but she needed you to cum first. need more than the air she breathed. god, she knew you were close too. you were slamming on her cock, chasing the high you could only get from abby and she knew exactly what you were craving. she removed her grip on your ass guiding you and wrapped it around your throat, applying just the amount of pressure you craved.

“yeah, is this what you needed? just needed mommy to choke you? i know, babygirl. are you going to cum for me? yeah, you are aren’t you? cum all over my cock. fuuuckkkkk, yes. yes. good girl, such a good girl for me.” you practically screamed out her name as you squirt everywhere, abby finds her release with you. abby’s thighs, yours, the sheets beneath you drenched in your sweet slick. and all ellie could do was watch as you collapse into abby’s body. your entire body shivering as you seeked comfort in your lovers’ arms. she watched as abby soothingly rubbed your back from the tip of you spine to your lower back. whispering sweet nothings in your ear, but ellie couldn’t hear them, intentional by the blonde for her not to. abby nearly crumbled as she watched abby take care of you, cleaning you up and assisting you with putting on your clothes. you sat on the edge of the bed, completely in a daze, waiting for abby.

once abby was dressed, she walked over to ellie, towering over her, sitting or standing didn’t really matter. with a mean grip, abby held ellie’s chin, applying enough pressure to get her almost bruise. “next time you flirt with my girl, it’ll be you getting fucked an inch within your life and unlike my beautiful baby, i’ll leave you alone like the dirty slut you are, unable to fucking walk, talk, move. got it?” abby left with you in her arms, but to ellie it sounded more like music to her ears.

pathetically, ellie watched as the couple walk out of the room, abby whispering in your ear as abby kissed your temple, shutting the door behind them. and then it dawned on her. she was still fucking tied up. fucking anderson.

an: yeah.......so this is a thing. hope you enjoyed it as much as i loved writing it! god do i need a blonde girl to fucking rail me

[fayflutter]

LOLIROCK IS FINALLY GETTING A SEASON 3!!!

My girls are back!!!

[god-syndicate-if]

In my excitement for the game I made a spotify playlist for it. Thought you might enjoy it as well! <3 Playlist is a bit chaotic cuz I tried to find songs that fit all the different romances and where I think they might be going, and the plot too. (inb4 all of my interpretations were wrong lol)

Holy shit!!!! There are some really good songs on here, this is fantastic

[reflectingiridescent]

There are so many other things to talk about re: the redemption s3 finale, but I just want to bring up a minor one, something that carries over from s5 of the original series (specifically The Corkscrew Job, when we get Parker and Sophie working on Parker's long con abilities - Intern Parker).

And it's once again a parallel between Parker and Sophie? Like, we know that Sophie struggles with telling the truth and Parker struggles to lie. But both of them are really good at lying! Parker's just never going to reach for grifting as her first choice, the way Sophie would.

But we also see how Parker really, really needs to commit to a role to be able to play it convincingly long-term. Which is exactly what Sophie does? Sophie did it so well for so long that she managed to blur the lines with herself and her aliases. She had to leave for six months to sort herself.

Now for Parker, committing to a long con is an energy-intensive act in a way that it isn't for Sophie. But they both do it? In The Corkscrew Job, Sophie and Nate see the beginnings of this process in Parker and immediately agree that Sophie needs to scale back the way she talks to Parker about internalizing characters.

In The Side Job, we get hints that there is more of Parker in this long con than she reveals to even the team. But I like the parallels apparent in what "becoming the mask" and "masking" means for Sophie and Parker.

[akiwidarling]

"Stay awaey from my daddy!"

In which your daughter fights you for her daddy.

TW: none. Just a loving daddy west and mummy {{reader}}!

You and Wally have been married for 5 years, known each other longer. You both met through being a part of Young Justice. I mean, instantly, you both hit it off. He made the first move. You were both 16. He proposed when you were both 20.

A few months after the wedding, you got pregnant. 8 months and 2 weeks later, you gave birth to your first baby: Arabella-Rose. Arabella had your hair color and Wally's green eyes. Oh, it was obvious Wally was in love with his baby girl. He loved to randomly call his friends and show her off to them- yet again, they didnt really mind- Arabella's truly a cute little girl. Arabella loves her daddy. Her first word was 'dada' in fact! And when she first walked- it was towards her daddy.

5 years later...

It is early morning. Its a Saturday, meaning Arabella doesnt have primary school today. Wally is still in bed, but you are making Arabella's breakfast, as she scribbles away on pieces of paper.

Suddenly, she slides you the piece of paper. You raise an eyebrow and ask, "Bella, baby, whats this?" Arabella crosses her arms and says, "Open it, mama."

You chuckle softly, expecting a cute little flower, or a picture of you and her- instead, when you open it, there is a note.

'STAY AWAEY FROM MY DADDY! MY HUZBAND!' It reads. You hold back a laugh, your eyes landing on her eyes. Beautiful emerald green- just like Wally's.

"Bella, your daddy is my husband." You tell her, before raising your hand up, gesturing to the diamond ring on your finger.

"Not anymore!" She declares as she crosses her arms. She lifts up her own hand, which has a little paper ring on one of her fingers. Arabella then stands in front of you. "Daddy is my husband now, me and him are getting married!" She says sassily. Ah yes- she definetly got the sass from you.

Just then, Wally walks into the kitchen, wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of blue shorts.

"Ayeee, there are my two favorite girls~" Wally says as he kisses your cheek. He then kneels down to Arabella's level and kisses her head and wraps her arms around her. "Morning, my speedy dove." He says, using the nickname he always uses for Arabella.

"Good morning, husband!" Arabella declares boldly, as she kisses her daddy's lips. Wally chuckles at her actions, pulling away. "Husband?" He repeats, before looking at you with a raised eyebrow. You, still being amused, yet a bit annoyed, hold up her note. He lets out a little 'ah'.

"Arabella, hunny, daddy loves you, but daddy already has a wife already. She's your mama." Wally explains as he sits down, holding Arabella's little body in his arms.

"B-B-But- what about me?! Am I nothing to you, daddy?!" Arabella says, appalled by his words. She pulls away, hitting his chest, tears welling in her eyes.

"Oh, Bella, no, no, no!" Wally says quickly, hugging her tight. "Your my daughter. My baby. My little girl." Wally rubs her back. Your heart melts at the warm sight.

"S-So daddy marry me?" She says softly, as Wally wipes her tears. "No, sweetie. It isnt daddy's job to marry you, hm? One day, when your older, you will find a nice guy. Handsome, tall, loyal- and he will marry you. Not daddy." Wally explains gently. You know the thought of Arabella marrying someone makes Wally upset and grumpy, but as much as he'd like to deny it, he knows that it'll happen one day.

Arabella wipes her tears, looking into her daddy's eyes with her own. "R-Really, daddy?" She says softly. She coos gently and cuddles him. "S-So...daddy will continue being married to mummy, and I will marry someone else?" You nod and say to her, "Pretty much. But, your not getting married yet. Enjoy childhood while it lasts, Bella." You kiss her head before sitting back down. Arabella finally smiles and giggles. "Okay mama, okay dada." Wally chuckles and says, "Good girl. Now, no more threats to mama, okay?" Arabella nods and kisses his cheek. "Okay dada. Sorry mama." She says. You chuckle and reply, "Its okay, Bella."

Wally rubs her back, before she says:

"How silly of me, marrying daddy, when I can marry Jack Grayson?!"

...Dick's son. Uh-oh. Wally instantly says:

"Hell no. No more seeing Uncle Dick and Aunt Barbara."