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Hey am the anon who sent an ask earlier, so I was thinking that the reader's always sleeping during class and lesso tries to ignore it and warns the reader lots of times but nothing works and one day she just gets pissed and takes her to the torture chamber and just leaves her there for a while to think about what she is done, she comes back and the reader's sleeping again💀💀ok bare with me, just when she wants to wake up the reader lesso notices bruises on her arms and you know lesso acting all cold but protective and comforting at the same time, my anxiety used to fuck with me and my dad didn't understand me why I acted this way and would hit me for absolutely no reason and I was so tired all the time and sleeping all the time to escape reality, am okay now tho, am in group home thingy now yee), sorry for trauma dumping and my english is not very good- X'DDDD ❤️🤭

First of all, i’m happy that you’re doing better now! Oooh and a sleeper okaaay i relate lol though it my case, it’s mainly to daydream. i loooooove that period of time where you’re lying in bed, not yet asleep, but imagining scenarios in your head. i tend to sleep all the time especially when i’m working on a new fanfic lmaooo no wonder i don’t get much work done. anyway, don’t worry about trauma dumping me, i’m here to listen after all. also, your english is fine ^^ alrighty then, i’ll let you know once it’s finished. you’ve waited enough already but please bear with me a little longer 🥹

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Hi i’ve never requested before so not sure what to do (sorry). I was thinking for Andy someone who joins the team and is maybe slightly younger than Nile and Andy is just immediately soft and protective? Might be a really bad idea — A <3

oh my. i don’t know when exactly this was sent in but i just saw it. oh really, no worries! it’s not a bad idea at all. i’ll see what i can do with it, but i have some requests to finish first, so i hope you’ll understand if it takes me some time ^^

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Hi hi, this is the anon who made the lesso request the other day!! I just wanted to say that you absolutely dont have to do it in a rush, take all the time you need, you are doing such a great job, and i believe in you!!

i believe you’re the one who requested that time of the month one.

here you go. (づ ๑˃̵　ᴗ　˂̵) づ

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Hii, you're very talented and I love your fics, can I please request for motherly platonic Lady Lesso. Extra extra angsty and a lil bit fluffy. 🥺 Figured out not many people write for her let alone platonic. If you'd need more details do tell and I'll send a a second part of the request. Also are there any rules for what we can request and what you write? Take your time. ❤️😊

Oh my, thank you so much, truly! Why of course, you can. Oooooh angst, me likey. And please do send in the details if you have a specific idea in mind. To answer your last question, no, not really I think. However, I don’t usually write certain disorders because of my lack of knowledge, and overall, just out of fear of writing them wrong. Other than that, I’m open to mostly basically anything and everything. Oh but yeah, depending on my mood, the time taken to write can vary, though I do eventually finish them. So, just bare with me sometimes please ^^

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Hellooo!! Youre writing is really lovely, i was just wondering if you could write lesso comforting her gf who is having... that time of the month, yknow?? Its ok if you dont want to!! Just know that your writing is making a lot of people happy, keep up the amazing work!!

First of all, thank you so much! Truly! And secondly, of course! I’ll work on it as soon as I finish writing this one Andromache x Reader request. I’ve been a bit busy with life lately so, progress is barely made :3 Which is to say, even though it’ll take me some time to start on this, I want you to know that I will definitely, eventually deliver it to you

(づ ๑˃̵　ᴗ　˂̵) づ

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I have only one week left, then I finally have two weeks Chritmas break.

This one week is probably the most stressful week and I should be doing some homework + studying for 3 subjects, because we have two tests plus I have one oral revision, but I have a headache (the one I usually have when I have a fever) and my throat BURNS 😭

Like I can't get sick now?! If I don't do all that this coming week I can do them after the break and I have to do like 5 presentations in January plus some other tests? I can't? Sickness, can you choose another time? Like at Christmas? (I would hate that just as much, but I don't need to worry about tests here)

Sorry, that I'm dumping that on you

Oh my, you surely have a lot on your plate 😩 tbh, my country’s currently under the unjust control of the military, has been since February 2021, so I’ve been staying at home ever since, though I do take online classes. I very rarely go out. I was in the middle of my first semester exam, literally only have writing part of it left since I attended a language university, when due to covid, it was postponed indefinitely. And then, the coup followed, so even when it reopened as soon as covid cases died down, i decided to just drop out of it altogether as did many. It’s a form of protesting. Unfortunately, not only did I not get to experience my uni life to the fullest, I became rather estranged from the life of a student :') It’s quite sad but it is what it is.

Ah, it must be annoying for you! Christmas of all times. How inconvenient! Truly, I hope you’ll get well at light speed! No worries pal. I’m dumping on you some of my unsavory baggage as well 🌝

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Awww shadowban sucks man... I'm doing great, I made some cookies, then ate some cookies and made some cookies again. I've been binge watching Anne with an E (again) and I cried multiple times... an episode lol.

Want one?

Oh my, they look scrumptious! Please, I’d like more than one. Ahahaha you’ve been stuck in an endless circle, i see. Oooh I’ve yet to see it even though it’s on my watchlist. It’s increasing every day and i’ve been unable to watch anything these past few days since we only got wifi yesterday in my new house. Honestly, i find crying satisfyingly therapeutic. I usually ball my eyes out while reading angsty fanfics. In fact, I just did :'))

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I'M NOT DEAD!

Just some stress with school and at the same time finally posting more regularly on this blog again✌🏻 (I have ideas again🥳)

Hi👋🏻

Hello~

How are you?😗

oooh, i’ve missed seeing you! o(>ω<)o I’m well, thanks for asking. I’ve been trying my hand at roleplaying since someone asked if I was interested under one of my ao3 posts, and i’m finding it quite interesting. And you?

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@blu3berrykiss3s hey there, pal! I hope this will find you well. (づ ๑˃̵　ᴗ　˂̵) づ I’m currently residing here for my main blog sadly is under shadowban. Oh, I’m doing splendidly well, though i’m a little bit busy lately, and there’s been some adjusting to do since i just moved to a new place last week. What about you? How’s life treating you?

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Hello hello, I was traveling through Andy's old imagines and saw your post, so I wanted to send in and idea I had some time ago. Well, everyone knows Andy is protective over her people so I thought of something:

Reader is a young witch (you can go wild with this concept but I was picturing something to do with nature when I imagined it) and Andy is very wary about it, she in her very long life had never seen someone do what the reader does so when reader wakes up as an immortal and tells the group about it Andy gets super angry and stressed, she starts being mean and dry with us and reader is absolutely heartbroken since she liked Andy from the beginning (you can claim they are magical soulmates or something, i dont know). The reader tries her best to not show weakness to the group but after some stress and/or fight she cries in front of the group and just confesses about the psychological pain Andy's treatment has been causing her. The group feels super bad about the way reader is feeling so they discuss it with her (Andy) and tell her to apologize, she goes after the reader and finds her crying in in Nile's arms which makes her get super jealous, the rest of the fic can be about her processing her feelings for the reader and trying to redeem herself. I would be very happy if it could end with fluff (I really just want to see Andy pampering the reader to apologize and being all snuggly).

I don't know if you make chubby reader fanfics but if you do, could please include this one on the list? I am chubby and honestly, I do think we deserve some appreciation If you don't want to write it like that, please just use the idea, this concept has been running through my mind forever now. I am sorry about the big message and also am sorry for any grammar mistake, english isn't my mother language.

Thank you very much for your imagines, you have been making a lot of girls happy, I can guarantee you that.

(PS: I am one of them).

You are a star for sending this in! (๑˃̵　ᴗ　˂̵)و

And what an idea! I love that it has a little bit of everything. I’ll abandon this one idea that i have of andy for now in favour of tinkering with yours.

ooh regarding writing a specific reader, i try to write the reader in every one of my fics as non-descriptive as possible because even though i’m not a fan of using y/n or e/c, i still want people reading them to feel inclusive. The rest is up to their imaginations. Unless of course when I’m writing for buff or inhumanly massive characters, like ambessa medarda and lady dimitrescu. If so, I tend to make the side difference distinctly apparent. I want you to understand that it’s not that i don’t want to write a specific type of character but rather, I’m afraid that I’ll describe some things wrong or unintentionally make offence to people concerned. With this one as well, I’ll probably go vague. I hope you’ll still find it agreeable.

And oh my, never apologise for giving me splendid ideas! Honestly, thank YOU darling for being such a sweetheart. I’m just happy that you like my silly little creations.

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Everything I’ve written for Lady Lesso

so, i’ve been writing for leo these past couples of days more than i’ve written for anyone else in my entire life, and since they’re no longer appearing in tags because my main blog is shadowbanned, i decided to make a list here as well (ง'̀-'́)ง

So deep in my heart that you’re really a part of me — red string of fate soulmates. angst. hurt-comfort. fluff

“Ever since you’ve appeared in front of me, you’ve been nothing but a thorn in my flesh. So, yes, it does suggest to me that you are a pesky little vermin.”

R. — jealous-protective-possessive leo. angst. hurt-comfort. fluff

“This Princess, my Princess, right here is strictly off limits.”

Sleep tight, sweet delight — fluffy fluff

“Come, darling, lie with me for a while.”

Die a little death — smut

“You are mine, and you would do well to remember that.”

Kiss me better — fluffy fluff

“I’m your cinnamon roll. Otherwise, I’m pure dark chocolate. Bitter. Unpalatable.”

Told by the stars — artsy smut (is that a thing?). bottom leo

“Diable! Begging was the last thing on my mind when you told me you wanted to take care of me.”

Make me proud — fluffy fluff. motherly teacher leo

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to listen, would I?”

Love thrives on coffee, dark and creamy — fluffy fluff. hurt-comfort

“I accidentally spilled cream into my coffee. You can have it.”

Lost heart, unreturned — angst. leo playing cello

“You have been laughing, wearing the most dazzling of smiles that will put even the stars to shame, encircled in the arms of someone who is not me.”

Unequivocally, irrevocably — fluffy fluff

“Come now sweetheart,the only golden retriever I’ll willingly, gladly keep by my side is you.”

Home is found within her arms — fluffy fluff

“Your terrible mood. How can I remedy that?”

Say yes to heaven, say yes to me — christmassy fluff

“Do I seem the type to ask someone for compensation through coffee dates had I not been interested in them in the first place?”

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I JUST HAD A NEW IDEA AND I NEED TO SHARE IT!

Erm...

Lady Lesso and a reader with sensory overload?

oooooh ok i’ll see what i can do. the thing about me and writing disorders is that i don’t have much knowledge on them and so, i fear that i’ll write them wrong which is why i rarely write them. having said that, i feel like this is somewhat something that i usually go through although it is not that extreme. hopefully, i’ll be able to add some of my experience and concoct a little something. before that however, i want to try my hand at writing for Andromache. so, i hope it’s okay with you if i save this for later (=^･ω･^=)

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“Say yes to heaven, say yes to me”

Request by @anonymous

Hey! I know this is kind of a weirdish request, but could you write like a really long fluff piece for lesso? Long fluffy fics always bring me loads of comfort. Tysm! I love your writing & your style, it's so beautiful to read

i do hope 3940+ words for pure fluff fic is considered long enough. if i add more, it would take me some more time to write and i feel like i have you waiting long enough already so hopefully this many words can scratch an itch, dear anon. crossing my fingers that this will be delivered to your fingertips 🤞🏻

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Wisps of fire dances under the sunlight. Their golden glow is peculiarly hypnotising, very reminiscent of the sparklers that you love to play as a child. Even as an adult, you allow yourself the occasional indulgence in such nostalgias for they offer you a sense of childish glee.

Have you ever felt the irresistible urge to throw yourself off the edge while standing atop some place high, a building, a balcony, a bridge? You do not dare look down not because you are afraid of heights or of falling but because you are afraid that one day, your impulses will win.

Today seems to be that fated day. Now, the bright oranges and reds are beckoning you to touch them. To their demands, you dance. Like a lamb to the slaughter, naive fingers dive into a sea of fire. It does not ravish. It caresses. Soft flames gingerly lick your flesh as your digits seek the heart of the burning red.

By the time you shower her scalp with gentle scratches, the bundle of warmth in your arms has melted into liquid butter, creamy skin very nearly becoming one with the creamy sheets. A sultry hum that you can both hear, and feel through lips moving against the dip in your throat is spine-tinglingly husky. A dollop of honey in a tumbler of rum that when consumed, douses you with pleasant heat.

Although you always go to bed nestled snugly in your cosy little haven, by morning, you always find a majestic fox taking sanctuary in your arms. Said fox, sly as she is, stamps tiny, delicate kisses to your neck, nuzzles your jaw with her soft little nose before emerging out of her hiding spot. You drown in her eyes, a mesmerising sage green, sprinkled with little specks of brown in the middle, that dissolve into rings of dark forest green.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” You greet her with a kiss on the lips.

She on the other hand is smiling against your cheek, tracing your cheekbone with peppermint kisses. “Who are you calling a sleepyhead, hm?”

“Who, I wonder.” You squint your eyes as if deep in thought.

It earns you a chuckle coupled with a poke on the nose. “Can you blame me, ma chérie. You make it hard for me to get up.”

“Oh, so I am to blame then?”

You watch her eyes twinkle with mirth. The subtle curve of her lips grow into a sly little grin. She dismisses your question altogether, chooses instead to lock you in her arms.

“Come. Let’s be sleepyheads.”

“No can do.” Even though you come within a hair’s breadth of being caged in those stubbornly unyielding arms, you manage to successfully roll out of bed before being completely caught. “We have much to do today, Leo.” A pout has settled atop her lips, and when she moves to sneakily snatch you on your waist, once again, you succeed in dodging the surprise attack. The cherry on top has been getting to stick your tongue out at your lover as you flee the room with a wink that screams downright sass. “Get out of bed if you want me back in your arms, naughty fox.”

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“Naughty fox, was it?”

“I’ll show you how naughty I can be.”

You have no idea what you have hoped to gain by taunting the very personification of sly-as-a-fox. Consequences are a certainty. When the lowly husked threat has trickled like ice down your spine, you certainly have not been expecting to physically feel cubes after cubes of ice being shoved down your hoodie. To your horror, you find that the sly fox has not only tucked your shirt into your pants but also cinched the waistband tight to trap the unforgiving coldness there.

Willowy arms encircling your waist, you are hauled onto the kitchen counter. They keep you confined, offering you no reprieve from the icy torture. Trapped and helpless, freezing and suffering, all you can do is to bombard her back with tamed punches while you writhe and wiggle like a worm being exposed to salt.

“Leo!! It’s cold!! Cold!! Leo!”

“Well, it is ice darling. Ice is supposed to be cold. What do you expect?”

“Alright! I’m sorry! Stop! Please, I’ll do anything. Just stop, Leo!”

Intrigued by your bold statement, she seeks your eyes. “Oh?” An elegant eyebrow arches. “Anything?”

“Yes! God, yes! Anything. Now, put me down please.”

She complies, face the very picture of a cat that has gotten the cream. As soon as your fluffy-socked feet touch the floor, trembling fingers scramble to untie the knot of your sweatpants. When you try but fail, lithe fingers join you, dexterous in their movements as the knot is freed and subsequently you, of your suffering. Ice cubes clatter to the floor. Sneaky hands, meanwhile, have found purchase on your ribcage. The very tips of her thumbnails playfully grazing the tender flesh just beneath your breasts has your lips falling open in a gasp.

You swat her forearm reproachfully.

“Naughty is an understatement. You are an evil fox.”

Soft lips fall atop the little furrow between your eyebrows. After one, two, three, four kisses have tumbled down the slope of your nose, the fifth one is perched atop the very tip.

“Why thank you, sweetheart.”

It is crooned along with the sixth which is bestowed upon your lips.

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As warm flavours explode on your tongue after you have bitten into the sugary, creamy goodness, a moan has been your first instantaneous reaction. Then come the stars, bursting in your eyes as you marvel at the chef with those big, wide twinkles.

“What is this witchery?”

Four fingers and a thumb bookcase your cheeks.

“That, darling, is the art of baking.”

Tilting your head a touch, the little pout of your lips is met by a pair of succulent lips. A tender caress at first that escalates into gentle suckles. The milkiness and tiny glittering grains resting on and around your lips are meticulously plucked by the tip of a tongue.

Once satisfied, she hums, “Hmm, delicious, is it not?”

You feign disbelief at her query, mouth falling open. “Delicious? It’s scrumptiously divine!”

“I made yours extra creamy, practically doused it with icing. Do you like it?”

Another hearty bite into the sweet swirls renders you speechless. The fluffiness of the bread is impeccable; cinnamon sugar joins the thick, heavy cream as it melts on your tongue. Although every one of her baked goods always has you giddy like a kid in a candy shop, cinnamon rolls, in particular, are like ice cream in a room full of lollipops. You savour the taste of heaven tucked into a bun, reaffirming once more that they are indeed your lover’s best work.

“Like is an understatement. You make the-”So busy licking your fingers are you that you do not mind when you are cut off, delighted even that she knows you like the back of her hand. “-most heavenly cinnamon rolls in the entire universe, yeah yeah I get that quite a lot.”

With a pop, your finger is released, and you turn towards her at breakneck speed, stare her straight in the eyes.

“I would marry you if I could.”

“Oh darling,…” Crooned the woman in an apron. “…flattered though I am, I’ll have to stop you right there. These hands,…” Your eyes are immediately drawn towards those tantalisingly long digits. When they wiggle, you gulp. “…as dexterous as they are,…” She leans in, whispers conspiratorially. “…bake, and then some for only one person.”

After a beat, she winks. “My girlfriend.”

“Oooooh, lucky them.”

Index and middle fingers walk along toned forearms, teasing the edge of her rolled up shirt sleeve. A hand halts them by capturing your wrist. They are instead brought over to lips so soft that, when a kiss is pressed onto your fingertips, it is like touching silk.

“Lucky them indeed.” She initiates eye contact, and you hold it, unwavering. “You should teach them how to bake.”

“Oh I did,…” Fingers intertwine. A hand finds home just shy of your hipbone. “…over and over and over and over again, I might add.”

“And?”

“It’s great luck that we still have a place to call home.”

“Wow! You may be an excellent cook but you are a terrible teacher.”

Her hand has abandoned your hip in favour of pinching your nose betwixt a middle and a fore finger. “It’s not my fault that you’re always so scatterbrained.”

Meanwhile, her cheeks are sandwiched between the palm of your hands. “It’s not my fault that the love of my life is always so annoyingly, distractingly drop dead gorgeous.” You squish her soft cheeks before punctuating your argument by capturing her adorable little puckered lips. Your kiss, to her annoyance, is delivered with an audible, exaggerated “mmmmwah”.

More often than not, when you are being overly affectionate with your woman, her expression may suggest repulsion but you know better than to let it perturb you. What can be read on her face is usually the exact opposite of what she is feeling. You have understood since the very beginning that she is an intricacy, and after a few years spent together, mastered the art of discerning her innermost emotions.

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A beanie sitting snugly around your head, toes and fingers enveloped in thick socks and gloves, swaddled in at least three layers of clothes, bar the long coat, you are being carefully wrapped up like a Christmas present. Your beloved girlfriend has taken it upon herself to make certain that you are well dressed for your winter outing.

There has been a time when you have come home one chilly evening rudolph-nosed and shivering. Having unfortunately overestimated your tolerance for cold, accidentally underdressing for one day has left you with a terrible flu that has lasted for more than a week. Not only has she patiently and carefully nurtured you back to health, going forward, she will also go into protective mommy bird mode whenever you leave so much as a finger unprotected, especially during winter.

Currently, she is wrapping a muffler scarf around your neck on top of the turtlenecked sweater that she has already dressed you in.

“You act as if you did not just shove ice down my spine. Literally.”

“That’s exactly the point, sweetheart. Only I, your evil fox, get to torment you, my little lover.” Lips touch your nose, but a soft, fleeting caress. “Not even the weather is allowed to.”

Even though the cold is not necessarily your cup of tea, and it, too, is not Leo’s, she is not as affected by it as you are. Weak though you are against winter, you adore the weather. Leo on the other hand neither loves nor hates it. At the same time, while you love celebrating Christmas, she is not so much an enjoyer of festivities as a love-sick woman keeping her little lover company.

If you are the sun, then, Leo is the cloud hovering protectively in front of you.

Even now, while you look every bit the picture of a meticulously wrapped parcel, she looks as bare as the Christmas tree that the two of you have yet to finish decorating. She has on her body her signature white dress-shirt layered with a sweater over it with midnight jeans for pants, finishing it all off with a muffler scarf and a long coat. The both of which, aside from colours, entirely matches with yours. Compared to her other fashionable pieces, the sweater looks extremely out of place, the only thing that does not belong in her immaculate wardrobe.

You have just begun trying your hand at knitting, and the sweater has been your very first product. It is created with your lover in mind, but as a result of you deciding to get boldly creative on your first try, what is supposed to be a fiery red fox looks either like a rat or a dog that is terribly malnourished.

You have certainly thought that at worst, it would be fed to the trash can, and at best, it would be tucked into the darkest nook of her wardrobe never to be seen again. The more wishful part of you dares hope that she will wear it at home at the very least. You cannot both believe your eyes and stop staring at your woman when she appears in front of you, dressed in what you have knitted diligently, uniquely for her. She makes even the wackiest of colours arrestingly grand and you remember a small part of you thinking that it should be considered criminal. Meanwhile, the rest of you have been busy admiring her with unabashed wonderment.

If you have not seen your lover rocking questionable attires that will certainly look ridiculous on other people, you would have had half a mind to believe that she is the quintessence of beauty-is-in-the-eye-of-the-beholder. Not only do they look splendidly fine on your woman, it is not your personal opinion but rather a collective agreement that everything will suit her to a tee. After all, you have heard people marvelling at her elegance, seen heads turning towards her direction, which solidifies it as a fact instead of an opinion.

So filled to near bursting with love is your heart that you do not even notice, and if you do, you cannot care less that the two of your are inside a relatively crowded coffee shop when you have trapped her in your arms and attacked her with kisses.

Presently, you are stood outside the same coffee shop that is frequented by the two of you. The snowman out front has caught your attention. Hence, you have decided to wait by it while your wife goes back inside to order more hot drinks as per your friends’ messaged requests. It is amidst making a snowman of your own that you are approached by another. Since you are engrossed in giving the snow version of your girlfriend a face, you have thought whoever is sitting beside you to be the human version of your girlfriend.

“Who is that supposed to be?”

The unfamiliar voice, too gruff that it grates your ears instead of softly caressing them the way Leo’s does, startles you. The uncomfortably close proximity that you find upon turning makes you grimace. As you back away, you unfortunately trip on the thick lump of snow, but the imminent impact never comes. If it does, the ground that receives you has gentle arms that wind protectively around your waist.

There is no mistaking the hands that have explored every square inch of your body. All too happily, you melt into the solid wall of flesh behind you. While you look up at your lover, she gazes down at you, the furrows between her eyebrows ebbing away once a smile blossoms on your lips.

“Her.” You say this to the person still standing before you. “That is supposed to be her, my Leo.”

They either decide to ignore the obvious signs or are insufferably oblivious because instead of leaving the two of you alone, they do the exact opposite. They step closer.

“You’ve got a little something-”

Your guardian angel, of course, is not going to stand idly by and watch as someone else tries to touch you. So, she does the only thing she can; she plucks your chin delicately between a thumb and a forefinger, before angling your head a certain way so that she can lean down to capture your lips. Just like that, the false moustache is kissed clean. The kiss that is meant to ward off the unwanted advancer may have gotten a little out of hand but it does get the job done, because by the time your lips unstick, the bystander is no longer standing. You do not know, cannot care less, when exactly they have disappeared.

“Your nose is starting to resemble that of a rudolph, darling.”

Along with a second muffler that falls onto your shoulder, you are additionally pulled into her coat, being cocooned in her embrace. It is not the added fabric, you realise, but rather being nestled snugly against her body that makes the noticeable difference. Layers after layers of fabric cannot compare to the lovely heat that your lover radiates. Wings almost protrude from your heart and send the little creature soaring high into the sky when you feel warm lips on your forehead. They trace your hairline with satiny-soft kisses.

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When you feel the beanie suddenly being lifted off your head, you are not expecting it to find itself back in place just as quickly. The difference however is palpable, for the chill seems to instantly seep into your skull. You cannot help the shriek that escapes your mouth when more handfuls of snow are being dumped into your sweater.

Instantly, your lover is hot on the heels of the culprits. While she tackles one to the ground, the other manages to escape. The unlucky one turns out to be Dovey, wrestled onto the thick blanket of snow and subsequently being turned into a snow burrito. Having successfully avoided becoming a snow burrito herself, Anemone cackles like a madwoman at the suffering of her partner in crime. Her victory is but transient. She is proved to be the unluckier of the two as soon as a sizeable ball of snow collides with her face. With most of the snow going straight into her open mouth, poor Anemone is left to cough and sputter. After getting rid of the snow inside both your beanie and sweater, you join the fray just in time to assist your lover while she is being double-teamed.

And thus, begins war. The four of you spend a good minute running and rolling in a white velveteen sea, screaming and giggling like a bunch of toddlers. The war ends with both ally and enemy teams creating snow angels. Afterwards, since Leo has not been able to wait in line until her turn arrives, for she has practically run to your side, the four of you find yourself once again in the coffee shop.

While you and Anemone have taken the duty of finding a spot to sit and chat, the two best friends have agreed to go and place the orders.

“How you get the grinch to enjoy Christmas is beyond my comprehension. Always was and always will be.” grumbles Anemone as she plops herself down on the couch opposite you.

“Is she truly that fussy? She has always complied with my wishes without any complaints.”

“Ugh, you have no idea!”

You do not get to expand further on the subject for Leo and Dovey return with your drinks almost immediately.

Having a sweet tooth, but at the same time, not wanting to go for something overly sweet, you have ordered a chocolate drink. From dark chocolate fudges, chocolate wafers, warm drizzles of milk chocolate to fluffy white cream dusted with dark chocolate, it has everything that will satisfy your cravings as well as balance the sweetness with a hint of bitterness.

Finding upon taking a sip that Leo, too, will find it palatable, you offer the drink to her. She obliges as she always does with you, but between eating with a spoon and sipping through the straw, she chooses neither. Instead, you are rendered pleasantly surprised by her mouth finding yours.

“Get a room.”

The groan from Anemone does nothing to make her budge. If her friend has wanted her to stop with her comment, it has an entirely opposite effect.

“Get a lover if you’re jealous.”

While poor Anemone almost chokes on her drink again, Dovey cannot help but laugh into her hand.

“Ouchie.”

What you love about their friendship is that regardless of the endless quips being thrown around like nobody’s business, they have gone past the point of being truly offended by them. The three of them go way back, and over the course of time, their friendship has evolved into a familial bond. Leo has not only waltzed into your life alone but she has also brought with her, and subsequently into your life, Dovey and Anemone, who have welcomed you with open arms. You feel infinitely lucky to be a part of this little family.

From catching up with each other’s lives to reminiscing about the days of yore, the four of you talk about anything and everything. Even though you can still go on for days and never run out of things to say, the shop needs to close. So it is with great reluctance that you part ways. By the time goodbyes have been said, stars are already hanging overhead.

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Delightful twinkles and colourful Christmas lights light your way home as the pair of you walk hand in hand. Your interlaced fingers are hidden in the pocket of your lover’s coat.

“Do you remember the very first time our paths crossed?”

“How can I forget? I spilled coffee onto you.”

“That, my darling, was not how you first caught my eye.” Puzzled and intrigued, you search her face. When she meets your gaze, you marvel at their beauty. It is as if the fallen stars have found sanctuary in her eyes. “Have you ever wondered that perhaps you bumping into me was my carefully crafted machination?”

“Was it, now?”

A perfect eyebrow arches. “Do I seem the type to ask someone for compensation through coffee dates had I not been interested in them in the first place?”

“Oh, so they had been dates! I thought I was just, well, compensating you for ruining your pristine white shirt.”

“Silly girl.”

“You were still charmed by this silly girl, were you not?”

“Indeed I was, and I am, still.”

“In all seriousness, Leo, from the very beginning, the feelings were incredibly mutual.”

“I know, darling. I waited for a while to see if you would make the first move.”

“I’ve never told you this before but the coffee that was spilled onto you…it was bought with you in mind. Although our methods were not entirely flawless, we both got what we wanted in the end.”

“Each other.”

It is under a lamppost that she stops you.

“You said you’d do anything.” It seems like there is more to her words than that, so you poise for elaboration. Out of the blue, she falls to one knee, and you watch with bated breath as her hand disappears into the other coat pocket. The hand, once vacant, returns with a small velvet box.

“Say yes to me.”

“As it so happens…” Fishing out your own velveteen box, you mirror her stance. “I’ll say yes only if you do too.”

The shocked expression on her face dissolves into a smile before the both of you let out a laugh in unison.

“Were you carrying it around everywhere you went?”

“No. I requested Anemone to pick it up for me on her way. You?”

“Same but Dovey.”

“Well, what will you say, woman?”

“There is only one correct answer.”

“Which is?”

“Yes, obviously.”

“Then, without question, my answer is also yes.”

They are both simple platinum bands with a single gem in the middle. While the band with gem the hue of Leo’s hair comes to rest on your ring finger, the band with gem the shade of your eyes goes to find home on your wife’s ring finger.

“Oh my dearest Leo, I love you so.”

When you throw yourself into her arms, she receives you with great enthusiasm. Standing up with you locked tightly in her embrace, she spins the two of you around before your vows are sealed with a kiss.

“I love you more, my darling angel.”

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hi! what happened to acupofqueercoffee? when do you intend on coming back :(

hey there! i, of course, would love to come back as soon as i can but it is sadly not my decision to make because unfortunately, it got shadowbanned and still is i’m afraid :'))

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“Nice and toasty”

no plot, no direction whatsoever. i cannot sleep, i cannot get the hush scene out of my head, i have much love for shuri, there is a sara x shinobu fanart (genshin) that i saw and has been stuck in my head ever since, simply wanted to blow off some steam. ***needless to say, it’s smutty towards the end.***

“I’m coming back. I’m coming back for you.”

“Liar.” You mutter, voice soft and shaky, small tendrils of clouds escaping out of your mouth as warm breath collides with the icy cold air.

Around you, fluttering from the sky with such beauty and elegance are a flurry of fluffy white snow. Some of the tiny ice blossoms softly kisses you on your cherry suffused cheeks while others keep making their descend until they grace the ground with their velveteen presence.

Meanwhile, you walk the white carpet, drenched to the bone like a drowned rat, swaying and wobbly on your feet like a sickly leaf precariously hanging onto its branch. It has been amidst creating snow angels on a thick blanket of snow, giggling like toddlers and savouring the little flavourful bits of your shared moment together, that your fun has been rudely spoiled. After all, your girlfriend has left her nation not to have a date with you but to attend an important conference.

Going out tonight with you has been a risk she is willing to take, and you, having been missing her sorely after being apart for quite a spell, have had no reasons to say no. However, walking back to your apartment snow soaked and alone is definitely not how you have pictured the grand finale of your date. You have been having such great time, stealing sweet kisses and drenching each other in saccharine words. Making the most out of your little time together, you have been squeezing it for all its worth. Not a dot is to leave unspared. How anticlimatic that it has to end the way it is.

As your mind has been plagued with rampant thoughts, it is no surprise that you fail to notice the presence of another until a hand is tightly pressed over your mouth. Startled, you struggle. Nothing but foolish attempts that bear no fruits as an arm slithers across your waist. It maintains a strong, unyielding grip, as you are pulled into a body, and being pulled further still into a dark alleyway. Your struggles, however, do not cease, writhing and kicking your feet with all your might.

“Shhh, it’s me, love.”

The warmth of her breath softly caresses the tip of your ear. Her voice, husky and hushed, is a tranquilliser, dissolving in you ear like warm cocoa. Only then do you calm.

Caged in her arms and sandwiched between her body and the wall is you, and suddenly, you find the cold no longer a bother. You watch a finger finding home on her lips, a silent hint for you to keep quiet. As she peeks her head out from your hiding place to survey the vicinity, all you can feel is your heart throbbing giddily. How she can make but a plain gesture, something as mundane as hushing, ridiculously, arrestingly captivating is beyond you.

“I think I’ve lost them.”

She looks mighty fine simply standing before you. So, finding your fingers wandering towards her waist, too, is beyond your control.

She welcomes you eagerly, unclasping your fingers on her waist only to reposition them behind her back. “Come here.” Her arms then find home across your back, gathering you into her chest and keeping your bodies firmly pressed together.

It feels as if a thick, cosy blanket has been settled over you. Her body heat alone seems to instantly thaw the chill in your very bones as you feel pleasantly warm all over. Your face has found sanctuary in the little nook of her neck where you nuzzles her like an affectionate kitten.

“Hmm, you’re so warm.” When you hum, she counters. “You’re so cold.”

Her hands leave you. They are instead brought over to her mouth where she blows warm air into the little cocoon, rubs them against each other. Once satisfied, she settles them atop your cheeks, gingerly cradling the frozen cherries in the warm palms of her hands.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come back sooner, my love.”

Her forehead descends onto yours, her lips whisper-soft as she kisses the lovely, little arch of your nose.

“But, I know just the thing to make you warmer.” You feel her smile on your lips when she presses a kiss that, to your disappointment, do not linger. “Come. Let’s quickly get ourselves out of here.”

And that is how you find yourself back in your apartment, straddling your girlfriend’s thighs as the mighty panther feasts on the succulent swells of your breasts.

Her eyes are a mesmerising dark, two black holes pulling you in as wicked lips leave nebulae in their wake. Like a starved man, she suckles your tender flesh with frenzied desperation. Stars burst beneath her mouth. Fireworks explode behind your eyelids. Your waist is a home to her hands, and her nape, a home to yours. A harsh suckle coupled with a flick of her twisted tongue has you mewling wantonly, back curving and fitting flawlessly into your lover’s front. Two puzzle pieces coming together.

By the time her warm mouth detaches from your soft mounds, she is as salacious a mess as you are. A thin glistening line of saliva bridging the two of you, your breasts are dewy with drool, as well as her face for there are little rivulets of spit raining tantalisingly down her chin. Your lover looks every bit the portrait of a majestic panther, ravenously devouring you as though you are her little morsel. In fact, you are, and the realisation has liquid lava pooling in your gut.

Greatly galvanised and irrevocably aching, you are but a moth to a flame, diving down for her mouth like a madman. She receives you all too eagerly, careful yet determined digits digging into your ribcage as your fingers venture into her healthy curls. They hold her there, grip white-knuckled tight.

“There. I’ve thawed my sweet little meal and made her nice and toasty. Ready for the taking.”

As she fuels your needs with her sinful remarks, all you can think in your hazy head is that there is no better way to end the night than being undone by your mighty panther’s cleverly wicked mouth. After all, you can confirm from experience that they are capable of unimaginable crafts that will have your eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

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I never watched nor heard about the old guard, so I don't know Andy's character, but uhhhh

Her being protective? Jealous? Her being in rage and accidentally hurting someone?

I could also give you some prompts I have saved on my phone if you want them.

Oh, and do you think reblogging your stuff from your other blog would help you get out of that shadowban?🤔😅

you’re a literal sweetheart 🥹

i do have some rough ideas. they just need some detailed shaping and intense polishing. ooooh yeah those are all good ones. i do also check prompts from time to time but i haven’t found one that reminds me of andy. i’d appreciate them if you send them in, but only if it’s easy for you to find. and please do watch the old guard. i think charlize has just finished filming for the old guard 2 some time ago. it is a really really good movie (coming from someone who have yet to watch the school for good and evil 🤡) and my god charlize as andy is just whewwwhee 🥵❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 i mean is there even a character that she hasn’t slayed? i don’t think so.

regarding shadowban, i honestly have not a clue. sometimes, ppl get banned by accidents being mistaken for spam accs. i’ve been reading around and found out that the duration apparently varies from acc to acc. it took some ppl up to a year to get their account back *crossing my fingers i won’t be one of those ppl* 🥲

[ssunkissedsunflowerss]

what’s stopping me from writing something for andy? *moving house on tuesday, being bombarded by new ideas as i lie awake in bed daydreaming to the point that they are now a jumbled, chaotic mess, unfinished fics in drafts staring daggers at me, headaches, feeling extra blue lately*

nothing. nothing’s stopping me |･ω･)

pleaseeeeee for the love of boobs if you are in need of more andy x reader fics and have ideas for one or idk if you’re just simping for her like i am, offer me some braincells. i am literally half dying to write something for her but i’ve been brainstorming a lot that everything’s becoming a mess 😩 but regardless, i’ll sort out my thoughts and eventually dish out something 😗

just in case if you want to request something and is curious about the way i write, you can check it at @acupofqueercoffee which is currently shadowbanned, so i’m residing here 🥲