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stardust-sprinkler · 1 year
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“Bad boy who’s always good to his girl—”
Is very much how I view Touya in like a College!AU.
* Like he either despises or is apathetic to almost everything. 99.9% of people aren’t worth his time, existing power structures are corrupt and can suck his d!ck, society as a whole is the fucking worst.
* But to you? Devoted. Unashamedly. Just fully ready to flip someone the bird and walk away mid-sentence just because you finally showed up to the party.
* And like who’s gonna be stupid enough to make fun of how head over heels he is for you? Of Todoroki Touya?? Do they have a death wish??
* And we all know Touya has definitely started fights over you—he’s stepping back into the dorm lobby after a smoke break and some dude’s making you uncomfortable while you’re trying to fucking study… Our man is throwing punches first and asking questions second. Must’ve been a freshman, because pretty much everyone on campus knows who you belong to. 🤷🏼
* Touya definitely has your name somewhere in his sprawling tattoos and never fucking dreamed of getting a second helmet for his motorcycle until he met you.
* When he did meet you at a party, he knew within the hour that you were gonna be his. Never before in his life has he had trouble making up his mind, wasn’t gonna start now. Before you left with your friends, he’d told you to be ready for him to pick you up tomorrow night.
* Now, you’ve been dating for a while and he has no qualms about doting on you in public. He’s still stoic and expressionless as hell, but he’ll run his hand through your hair while you’re sitting at the coffee bar or press a soft kiss to your temple when you’re posted up in a corner of the library.
* Someone who had a bone to pick with him was stupid enough to crack a joke about how whipped he must be to act like this just for some pūssy… Touya came back 10 minutes later, courteously using his white shirt to wipe his bloody knuckles clean so he could go back to tracing patterns on your skin with the hand slung over your shoulder.
* As for a stunt that mysteriously never got pinned on anyone— There was one time, you were freaking out about an exam with a huge class % that you somehow forgot to study for. Well, it seems odd that the sprinkler system went off for the whole building for no discernible reason… You never asked him about it, just wrapped your arms around his waist that evening and whispered a quiet “Thank you” into his chest. His response was a noncommittal grunt and a tight squeeze before he pulled you into his room and locked the door for the night.
* He’s always painted his nails blue or black, but now he lets you choose the color and do it for him, while he’s just leaning over the cafeteria table and flipping through a text book.
* At some point, you have a few more drinks than usual at a party and when he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, you try to push him away, saying, “I already have a boyfriend, asshole—” before realizing it’s him and it’s the first time you ever hear him laugh laugh. Fast forward to when you’re back at your dorm, he’s going down on you for a whole hour. You thought that, after one o, he was gonna be done—but when you pushed him back a little to change positions, he swatted your hand away and growled that he wasn’t done eating yet. You’d just been such a good girl for him, knowing who you belonged to. You deserved a reward, of course.
* This man’s always touching you in some capacity—holding your hand, slinging his arm around your waist or over your shoulders, pulling you into his lap every chance he gets.
* You have a surplus of little gifts he gets you just because—knows you like crystals so he’ll just procure one from his pocket once in a while on a day when you’re really stressed. Not that you’ve ever asked him for one, or for the snacks he brings over when you’re finally done with your midterms. Even specialty items. Say you’re into something like dragons or (ironically) certain anime characters. Well, occasionally you’ll find tiny figurines or charm bracelets with them on it, just mysteriously left in your room. Eventually you have little collections and the corner of his lip twitches upward watching you fawn over each new gift (and then over him next).
* Any gallery installation or stage performance or capstone project or thesis defense— This man is sitting silently in the rows, wearing the proudest (albeit very small) smile the whole time.
* In turn, being someone who didn’t get enough attention/affection at home—when you get him something for no reason, or pull him tight to your side during movie night, or card your fingers through his hair with his head on your lap, or embarrassingly whoop and holler just because he got some kind of good news… You can see this man just melt for you. No one else would catch it, but his eyes soften and he huffs out a small sigh that even you can barely hear.
* Even worse, when he’s sure you’re too busy furiously thumbing through a stack of books for a research paper or too wrapped up scouring your annotated essay for errors to notice… he just basks in you. Looks at you like you’ve hung the moon and the stars in the sky. So, you’re always caught off guard when he suddenly swings you over to straddle his lap and buries his face in your neck and stays there. You’re laughing and squirming, trying to get back to—something really important, babe—but he won’t let up and you inevitably have to just let him press languid kisses (and leave a hickey or two) along your collarbone until he’s satisfied. And THEN you can go back to what you were doing. (You make sure never to tell him it helps calm and refocus you. Lose your ability to fake complain about it? Not a chance.)
* He loves it when you play with his earrings or necklaces or rings when you’re curled up on the couch, just chatting. Makes his chest tight for some reason. Feels good. As for you, you love feeling his snakebites and tongue piercing when you kiss him—your brain short-circuits for a second everytime.
* Long story long, the resident bad boy on campus is smitten with you… And the rest of the world can go fuck itself.
(I have so many more College!Touya hcs—lemme know if y’all want some!)
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Good Omens Fic Rec: take me as your wife
You reached for my glass to pour me some wine, and in doing so, brushed my hand for a half-second with your ring finger. Only, it was not the back of my palm that you brushed, but my sloping knuckles; this is when I knew that it was the cut of my jaw you really wanted to touch, that you had chosen to indicate you wanted it with the finger used by many to display the glinting vow of marriage. You poured, and I watched, and the tranquil waters of your eyes stilled their rippling before me, and you were swiftly and silently taking me as your wife. At long last and yet far too soon, only for tonight and yet once and for all, in a century which was at once so impatiently modern and so soothingly traditional. Or: In the 1750s, Crowley stumbles upon Aziraphale at a country inn, away from the hustle and bustle and the prying eyes of London town. The most romantic of afternoons ensues.
Length: 1,931 words
AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥🔥
Best for: At Home, After Dark, Romance
Triggers: None
Read it here, fic by ineffabildaddy
*Minor Spoilers* So I knew Sam was writing a fic for my birthday, but I didn't expect to end up sobbing once I had read it. I couldn't compose myself for an embarrassingly long time afterward. I am so touched and grateful for this new friendship, and I felt a little overwhelmed by the love and quality of this piece.
Please, before you read this, set the stage with the recording I prompted for this fic. It's a piece by Jean-Jacques Rousseau, read by Michael Sheen, reminiscing about a past meeting. Sam took this prompt and soared. It perfectly captures the atmosphere, the longing, the desire, and the intimacy of the reading.
We join Crowley as she (can be read as either male or female presenting Crowley, but I'll use she/her pronouns here) recounts a night spent at an inn with Aziraphale. To me, it feels as though I am reading a letter or diary entry by Crowley, as she speaks directly to Aziraphale, telling him her thoughts and desires. Her longing is so intense that she imagines herself as part of every morsel he consumes, envisioning it’s her body he’s touching, not merely the napkins; it's her thighs he’s parting, not just a soft loaf of bread. Crowley (like with the ox ribs) finds her desire in watching Aziraphale’s indulgent consumption, her need for release growing unbearable and distracting. But this is not just Crowley being turned on by innocent actions. She is reacting to Aziraphale’s intentional signals. It is an unspoken conversation, a promise of what’s to come. He tells her with the barest of touches, and slightest subtext, that she is his. Finally, when she assumes that the night will soon be over, she is instead handed a key. "A key to a room downstairs." Barriers and doors unlocked, they will consummate their unspoken vow to each other. Their need and devotion temporarily greater than the threat of Heaven, Hell, or God herself.
This story is not only erotic but gorgeous. One of my favorite qualities of Sam's writing is how he gives us languorous poetry then snaps back into unabashed smut, like a kiss that suddenly bites. This is vivid imagery and prose, yet still has a dreamy haze to it. Like a romanticized version of Crowley's memory. A friend described it to me as a hot summer’s night, the smell of grass and rain, a restless yearning. It’s a memory that craves. Longing for the moment they will reunite. And of course they will, they’ll always belong to one other. I love this story so much. And sure, I may be very biased because I love Sam. But I truly and genuinely believe in this story. And because it's my birthday fic you all should read this. Birthday girl rules sorry. Thank you Sam, you are such a talented writer, and a wonderful person. I'm so honored to receive this gift.
Read it here, fic by ineffabildaddy
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bebs-art-gallery · 2 months
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𝐃𝐚𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐚
© lightbeyondtheframe
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cherryfull · 6 months
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Tilly and Harlow artdump since Tiktok liked them so much!! 🎃🦇
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finniescastle · 1 year
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merilles · 4 months
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La Belle Dame Sans Merci~💍✨
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potato-lord-but-not · 11 months
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More pride stickers!! go crazy agh !!!
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wardback · 6 months
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Shout out to the lords in black gotta be 5 of my favourite genders
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sixofclovers · 1 year
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The Knight and her Princess
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scribblemew · 29 days
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last year at pride fest i saw the most lovely lady ive ever seen and i actually think about her all the time, i hope shes thriving.
Also this is a bit early but HAPPY INTERNATIONAL DAY OF TRANS VISIBILITY!!!! Ilove all my trans friends sm you guys are lovely
(just for confirmation, yes, this drawing is heavily inspired by the lady i saw at pride, though it was like 10 months ago, so it's obviously not an exact copy of her/ her outfit, cause it's based on my memory)
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skipppppy · 8 months
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I’ve been frantically watching all of Adventure Time to prep for Fionna and Cake and it got me thinking. I love how expansive the worldbuilding is. I also love that one artist who genuinely had me believing Finn was gay dating some catboy for a solid 6 months. I think to celebrate the new show a bunch of us should make our own Princess OCs and Goncharov them into the show. Like pretend they were always there. Let’s discuss their imaginary episodes and themes and motifs and whatever
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So anyway here are my lesbians they always existed in the show they debuted in season 3 when Marceline went to that recreational fight club. Remember that episode?? Man it was wild
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dilfcqre · 10 months
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sometimes all a girl needs is a nice bubble bath and a good book
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Good Omens Fic Rec: Despite Knowing Better...
After the Ineffable Divorce, Aziraphale and fem!Crowley can't stop fucking. They've laid out some ground rules, but, of course, they can't help breaking them...
Length: 10,912 words
AO3 Rating: Explicit/ Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Best for: After Dark
Triggers: None
Read it here, fic by ineffabildaddy
*Minor Spoilers* I'm sorry @ineffabildaddy this is the fic that you dreamed about me not liking? THIS is that fic?? Oh you couldn't have been more wrong! I need you to know that 100% of what I will say in this post is my true genuine feelings, and not because you sent this to me and I'm trying to be nice.
This is a powerhouse of a PWP. This is raw and desperate, fingers gripping so tightly into flesh that it hurts. And just because this has no plot other than the porn, that doesn't mean this is going to let you off easy. There's stunning character exploration underneath the filth.
This is set post s2, and while we don't know what's going on with Heaven, we know that Aziraphale has been coming back to the bookshop to have rough, angry, divorce sex with fem!Crowley. They still will not allow themselves intimacy. They recoil from soft tender touch, because that burns worse than the barbs they hurl at each other. If they keep their distance, if they keep things rough, they will not have to address the gnawing love underneath it all. But you know the rules will be broken, they were never all that good at denying themselves. And goading the other into breaking the rules and breaking down is just as thrilling.
I'm not lying to you, I've already read this one twice. I loved this. It's intense, hotter than hell, and insightful. You should really be proud of this one. And as a side note, I need to do more rec posts with fem versions. This fandom writes f/m so well, I'm really doing it a disservice by not having that many on this blog. It's such a gift to be able to read an insanely hot f/m story and have it be so queer.
Enjoy this after dark read folks, maybe get your fans out too you'll need it for this one. You will be sweating by the end
Read it here, fic by ineffabildaddy
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bebs-art-gallery · 1 month
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© Breed My Darkness
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cherryfull · 3 months
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More hallowives cuz theyre silly 🎃 (she/her for both)
[The 2 colored pics on the 2nd page were inspired by JC Leyendecker and Arthur Sarnoff!]
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