#//not sure if that creature will ever end up on this blog or not though

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“𝓪 𝓰𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵’𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹𝓮𝓻”

pairing: cooper howard/the ghoul x fem!reader word count: 1k summary: you’d proven to cooper that you were a tough young thing, a vault dweller with a bit of edge—and a thing for mean-mannered ghouls. you were quick to indulge in being his plaything. warnings: mdni! smut, dom!cooper, sub!reader, rough, degrading, withholding/edging, cooper is mean i’m not sorry! notes: these are getting too good ya’ll hehe, i hope you like it! this scene was inspired by @ghoulphile and their amazing cooper writings! please go check out their blog! 🧡

when you first met cooper howard you had been doused in confusion, why the hell were you attracted to this… thing? not a human, but too handsome and sentient to be labelled as lowly as a ‘creature’. he couldn’t be wrangled into the likes of mutated animals, but you hadn’t met a ghoul before, so you didn’t know what to make of him. nor could you understand the way you’d grown slick between the thighs by only looking at him.

fascination struck when he settled striking eyes on you—soon forcing you along to seek out the information you’d gained through your years as a vault dweller.

and it’s not like you fit anywhere else anyway, even your vault allowed you to make way for the surface without an attempt to hold you back from your curiosity— you were stuck with nothing. not even a bottle of water to your name. so, if it meant having to suck up to a bounty hunting ghoul and beg for your life to stay afloat, then you could manage. you hadn’t any ounce of shame or pride, you were a prisoner to the wastelands.

a lover to a damned, 200-year old ghoul.

your face was shoved against the sandy floorboards of an old, battered saloon—destroyed and flimsy. one harsh rad storm and it would collapse into a corpse of a building that once held a proud number of guests before the war.

“cooper, fuck—“ you groaned, pain mixed with pleasure as your cunt burned.

the ghoul had stripped you completely, your vault jumpsuit tossed behind the broken bar, boots across the room and pip boy a few inches from your face. he left your naked body exposed to the cold night air, easy for him to ravage and indulge.

this was a constant repetition in your life now, when cooper was having a stressful day he took it out on you. the first time was near-frightening, thinking that he might end up snapping you in half while fucking you with his revolver shoved into your mouth like a deathly, make-shift gag.

you loved it—it was fucking disgusting, and you craved it like a lowly whore, a term of endearment that came so lovingly from the ghoul.

“quiet down,” he hissed, gloved hand landing harshly against your ass so a loud smack echoed through the dilapidated building, “i’ll shove your panties in your mouth if you keep this up, whore.”

his cock was buried deep into your pussy, swollen and aching around his hardened length that pushed against the ring of your cervix. the fleshy muscle shooting pain through your hips and thighs with each thrust, uncaring if it was painful. large hands massaged the globes of your ass, covered in reddened marks and bruises that would make sitting down hard—it was rare you had that privilege, though. cooper had made sure you two were always on the move.

“maybe i want that, cowboy,” you giggled sloppily, fucked so dumb you could hardly think as you looked over your shoulder at the ghoul, his hazel eyes piercing into yours just under the brim of his hat. you hated that he kept himself mostly clothed during these rendezvous.

cooper groaned, eyes narrowing as his left hand kept your wrists pinned against your back—face rubbing raw against the floor every time his cock slid through your wet walls. he’d been the biggest you’d ever taken, not like you had much experience.

“you love talkin’ with that filthy, cocksucking mouth of yours, don’t you?” cooper groaned, hands tightening around your wrists as his hips snapped sharply against your ass.

to make sure your needs were taken care of, you bit hard onto your bottom lip to muffle any sounds that may escape your throat. it was difficult when his cock stretched you thin, rubbing raw inside you as tears gathered in your eyes and all you wanted to do was scream his name until your voice cracked and the dry, dusty air stung your throat. you clenched tight around his cock, hardly able to keep yourself up on your knees, and he could feel how close you were to collapsing.

“not yet, darlin’,” cooper mumbled, his free hand latching to your hip and pulling you back to your knees when you’d nearly collapsed. then, the same hand slipped around your hips, so his bare fingers rubbed at your swollen clit that had been neglected.

“coop—“ you whimpered, eyes daring to shut tight as he pounded into you mercilessly, barely hanging onto reality as you had begun to see stars while your eyes rolled back.

he fed off your soft mewls of pleasure as you tried so hard to keep quiet, a smirk tainting his lips as he watched with excited eyes and a newfound sense of vigor.

“you gonna’ cum on my cock, lil’ helper?” he whispered, leaning forward so his clothed chest pressed against your back and locked wrists, “say it and i’ll think about lettin’ you,” he huffed, voice coarse as his warm breath tickled the shell of your ear and his finger pulled away from your clit—pulling you away from the edge you’d nearly fell over.

“i’m gonna’ cum on your cock,” you slurred—whining desperately for more, “can i, cooper? please, i’ve been good,” you pleaded, forcing your eyes to focus so you could look at him. you’d been fighting off the coil of heat tightening in your lower gut, waiting so patiently for your lover to say yes like the darling love you were.

you bit back a gurgled moan, eyes shutting tight as he allowed a few, long seconds to pass before his finger rubbed tight, fast circles on the sensitive bud, “go on then,” he breathed low, lips parted as he waited for your release.

all it took was for you to relax your body, then the pleasure soared through you like an explosive. cooper pulled himself upright and let go of your wrists so you could cover your mouth with your delicate fingers—moaning a saliva-filled mess into your hand while you came. every thrust sent your head swirling, sending your body into flames as his radiated body took one final snap of his hips before he spilled deep inside and felt the stress of the day vanish into thin air.

you were certainly this ghoul’s helper.

[bwabys-scenarios]

vampire kurapika thoughts? :D

Vampire Kurapika HCs SFW/NSFW

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warnings: period sex, creampie, breeding, pussy eating

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-he is very hesitant to bite you. if you tell him it’s okay, and that you even want it, me may nibble you. although he LOVES the taste of your blood, he gets anxious hurting you and feeding from you in a way that could potentially harm you if he takes too much. he prefers to feed from you in… other ways.

-he is COLD to the touch, so he has a bad habit of snuggling up to you and putting his hands under your shirt to get warm. vampires can only feel warmth when touching humans or consuming blood, so let’s just say he’s very touchy.

-he’s been alone for centuries, forcing himself into a life of solitude out of fear that he would be hunted down, or that he would hurt someone. so when you, the cutest human he’s ever seen wants to spend time with him, he gets clingy and FAST

-Kurapika is so clingy, following you around at night and watching over you. you end up changing your sleep schedule a bit so you can be up with him more often, since he rests during the day. he doesn’t sleep, but gets a bit lethargic and wouldn’t be in the mood for anything but cuddles. so if you want you want to do any sort of activity with him, it has to happen in the evening to the early morning when he’s awake and energized

-again, this man is clingy and he is TOUCH STARVED!! he wants constant attention and affection, even if he’s a bit shy asking for it. he’s been alone for so long, and he loves you so much! please give him all the snuggles and kisses he wants :(

-his protective and possessive tendencies border on yandere. you’re his treasure, his precious little angel, he won’t let anyone take you away from him.

-he has a few cat like behaviors. first, he purrs! it’s so cute, but don’t point it out or he’ll become self conscious. another thing he does is knead at any of your soft spots, like your tummy or thighs. anything that’s nice and soft and perfect for squishing! he also tends to curl up with your forehead warmth like a cat as well :3

NSFW

-This man… period sex… ugh…

-he was absolutely terrified at the thought of losing control and feeding on you, so when he smelled the delicious aroma of blood on you in the middle of the night he panicked. he tore off your clothes to find the wound and try to help you before his mind was taken over by his thirst… and found the source. your pretty pussy was drenched in blood. he wasn’t an idiot, he knew what a period was, and he was just awestruck at the lovely sight before him.

-safe to say he ate your pussy well into the night, giving you gently kitten licks and soft sucks to your clit. you woke up with the pain in your abdomen feeling slightly better, and your boyfriend looking up at you from your pussy adoringly. “so good… mmph…” he purred, his mouth and chin covered in blood.

-not only is he scared to drink from you, he was also scared to have sex with you. he sees you as an angel, a pure being, and having sec with a creature of the night such as him was an act of sin. it didn’t take long for him to sink his cock into you after you begging and whining for it, but he felt bad after :( he got over it, though, when he saw how cute you looked with that satisfied smile on your face

-he makes love, and is always putting your pleasure first. he can be a bit rough and forget his strength when he fucks into you for the first few times, but he’s never had sex, and all those centuries alone really wear down on a man :( he just wants you so bad, his vampire instincts telling him to stuff you full of his cum to make more little vampires

-all he wants is to make you happy. he adores you, and your face, fucked out and satisfied turns him on to no end. you just look so cute all full of his cum!

[vampiricgf]

g. satoru ; in the house of hunger

vampire satoru x f!reader | this fic was completed as part of the @ficsforgaza wip sponsorship ty for donating to Palestinian gfm's and helping people in need in Gaza! to learn more or get involved please check out their blog & read through their pinned post

warnings: dark content/dddne, violence, blood, gore, ooc satoru, yandere, psychological torment, obsession, mention of bathing and dressing an unconscious reader, masturbation, he's an unhinged little creep, heavily inspired by classic vampire lit n victorian aesthetics but unspecified time period/place

wc: 2k+

really living up to the username with this one :3 also leaving room for a pt 2 maybe idk nyeways ty for reading!

Human life was so fleeting. To most of his kind humans were no better than livestock, and often treated as such. To Satoru it was a waste, humans were brimming with something so delectable, something every vampire fundamentally lacked: potential.

Vampires are rendered frozen at the moment of death, fundamentally deprived of all that was and all that could have been. It's a never ending state of boredom, of stagnation. Of forgetting.

He doesn't ever recall his own turning, not anymore. He's been alive for so long, in a manner of speaking, that the steady march of continuation outside his walls is of no consequence to him. It is an eternal source of frustration though, being nothing more than the mosquito encased in amber.

And perhaps that's what led him to you in the beginning.

Creatures like him are naturally drawn to battlefields, the veritable feast table laid by mans most brutal hands. The rich scent of churned earth, blood twinged iron, and the acrid aftertaste of human sweat and fear. Nothing more delicious on all the earth, the sweetest bouquet for the senses.

The first appearance he'd made had been in the aftermath of one such feast, a showcase of cruelty. The sounds of distant, drunken revelry nearly drowned out the hoarse cries of those succumbing to their wounds. It had been a quaint village previously, full of simple people living simple lives. One he enjoyed observing on occasion. But like most villages it was vulnerable to bands of raiders, would be pirates, or those who just wanted to take advantage and indulge in bloodshed.

As fine leather boots squished in the burgundy tinted mud his nose wrinkled. A waste.

Smog from still smoldering fires hung in the air, would have burned the back of his throat had he been a breathing man. Amongst the burnt skeletal remains of wooden structures and scarred earth there was a figure, prone in the mud.

A girl.

You.

For all his painful forgetting he could never forget the way you looked then. Not pitiful, no, despite your obvious injuries you gazed at the sky almost stubbornly. Even as he took that first deep inhale and traced the unique scent of you like a thread, knelt down at the top of your head, bending to look down at you you hadn't winced away or screamed. If anything you looked furious, full of anger and malice.

Had you the strength he was sure you would have snapped your jaws at him like a beast.

It was delightful.

All too often when a human is faced with such a moment of mortality their first instinct is to give up, accept fate. Only when one can push past it and refuse, that's when a human is most admirable to him. Most alluring. Brimming with potential.

"You still have your spite, huh?" He glanced between you and a pair of the obviously responsible raiders who'd wandered close in their drunkenness, far enough from the others in the distance. "Good, you'll need it."

"Fuck off."

It was so shocking it made him burst out into laughter. Even though it was clear speech was painful for you, the two words wheezing out of your throat and past what must have been a pool of blood hanging thickly in your esophagus, you had forced them out anyway.

Despite the fog of blood loss it was obvious you knew him for what he was. It was impressive though not surprising, superstition and legend were as common as baked bread in villages. A mother or grandmother likely told you some version of the story: an eerily beautiful stranger comes to a vulnerable person just on the precipice of death, offering salvation. Eagerly they accept, without realizing they've shackled themselves to a demon, sacrificed their immortal soul and earned damnation for the trouble.

"Aren't you in pain?" He already knew the answer.

In between rasping breaths he awaited your answer, the sky opened up above you and small droplets of water splattered against your skin, making the blood swirl in marble like designs as it seleuced into the ground. The scent of you was beyond tantalizing.

"Not anymore." You offered, and it concerned him how glassy your eyes were.

"I can help you, you know. Save you. All you have to do is ask."

Stubborn silence descended and quickly his frustration grew. Were you dense? Did you not realize what was being offered to you? Not just a reprieve from this pain, but from all pain. Forevermore. And instantaneous revenge. Oh how he would enjoy watching a thing like you rip and tear into those who only moments ago had laid waste to your entire life. That sort of human hatred was also unique and captivating to witness.

What sort of losses had you accumulated? A father? A mother? Siblings? He could feel his pointed canines catch against his bottom lip as a smiled down at you. Contrary to human belief, a horse can be led to water and made to drink if it's been deprived of enough.

"What about your loved ones? Your home? Will you lay in the mud like a slaughtered deer? Will you shame them like this?"

Again you had no answer and again his anger only rose in response.

To hell with it, obviously he'd grossly misjudged you but that didn't mean he would let you languish here. If they discovered you were still alive it was all too obvious what would come for you and it would be far less kind than himself.

So as your eyes rolled he heaved you into his arms. It had been a long while since he'd held anything, anyone. Even longer since a living creature was carried from a battlefield in his arms and up the long, winding path towards a very distant and long forgotten manor. He can't say for certain what came over him, but he has always had the poor habit of playing with his food.

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In the weeks that followed his irritation only mounted. You staunchly refused anything to do with him, his very presence, only accepting the trays of food left at your door when he wasn't around to witness it and returning them in the same fashion. He could hear you at night, weeping like a child for everything you lost. It left a bitter taste in his mouth, left him lashing out night after night.

Those numbskull bandits had also picked what was once a fertile hunting ground clean, forcing him to venture further than he would've liked to for a meal but there was nothing to be done about it. Your home remained a charred ruin. It's people nothing but fodder for bloat flies and carrion birds before the bones started moldering in the ground. Just the way of things for fragile creatures.

Sometimes he'd pluck a finger bone or a piece of vertebrae to bring back for you, making sure sinew was still attached, to leave outside the room you'd resolutely locked yourself in. Cruel maybe but really can you blame him when you've been so dead set on behaving as frustratingly as possible? On biting the hand attempting to feed you?

Even if he hadn't laid eyes on you in days, even if you kept yourself locked away until you withered and died, you would be the only thing exempt from his curse of forgetting. How your hair looked soaked in blood and mud. How your eyes had shined but not with tears. How your lips had peeled back to reveal bloody, blunted teeth in a gruesome snarl.

It was perfection.

Almost as perfect as when he'd bathed your unconscious form of its grime, laid you so gently in the steaming water, lovingly tended your wounds and dressing you in the finest slip that was still tucked away in the wardrobe. He'd wanted to take you right then, not waste any time with the game of ask and response but there was no fighting his stubborn need for it to be your choice. You have to say yes to him. All he allowed himself was a longing lick up the side of your neck, stifled moans at just the way your skin tasted.

Tonight was different though as the recollection drifted through his mind. In the absolute stillness he could almost swear the taste of you lingered on his tongue, wafted through the air just like it had weeks ago. With a will of its own one hand began stroking himself through his pants, groaning at the combination of sensations.

He was sure if he could feel temperature shifts it would've been quite balmy all of a sudden inside the bedchamber as he undid the suffocating confines of his clothes, thick cock springing free and throbbing at the thought of how good your warm, human hands would feel grasping around him.

Would you be shy? Gazing up from half lidded eyes as if to ask for guidance? Or would that defiance shine through again, taking him in hand and smearing precum over his flushed pink tip with your thumb and oozing self assurance? His own fingers were sticky with pre-release as he gave shallow thrusts into his fist.

He's sure his name would sound like the sweetest note coming from your lips before you would take him into your mouth, cheeks hollowing and the corners of your lips tightening as you strain around his girth. Your tongue would be heavenly against the underside of his cock. Would you let him bury his hands in your hair, hold you still while he fucked your mouth in a brutal pace? Would you cry and gag around him?

His own ragged groans bounce off the icy stone walls, his unoccupied hand twisting against the bedsheets as his eyes squeezed shut even tighter and he could feel his abdominal muscles flexing with the need for release, his jaw nearly vibrating with the urge to clamp down on your jugular and take selfish gulps of you.

What makes him unravel entirely is wondering how it would feel to sink inside you, feel your slick warm walls part to accept him like a most welcome visitor. He'd lavish that pretty human pussy, rub sticky little hearts against your clit just to hear you squeal and make your hips buck. Keep you sat on his throbbing cock while he lapped at your neck, sucking on the skin to encourage the puncture wounds not to close so soon.

As his own hips stuttered and his head flung back against the pillows he couldn't help the one thought that circled around and around in his mind, like an ouroboros swallowing itself: he would certainly die if he never felt your touch. Would absolutely die without getting to taste you, feel you, claim you.

It was feverish, feeling it descending on him like some phantom tormentor as cum stained the surface of his loose undershirt and he could feel himself softening in his own now loose grasp. With a whimper his teeth caught his bottom lip between them, eyes staring unblinking at the canopy above the bed.

It doesn't matter how or when but you're going to choose him. You have to choose him.

[factual-fantasy]

22 asks!! :DD 💖💀🎉💖

@bunny-coffee

@elegysonnet

AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! AND YOOOO IM DEVOURING THIS IDEA FRFR-

There's so much sadness! So much angst! AND JEVIL COMFORTING FRISK BY MAKING HER LAUGH?? PERFECT!!!

Now I may be not able to apply this idea word for word.. but I LOVE so much about it! Would you mind if I yoinked some of this? Its great!! :DD

:DD Happy new year!🎉🥳🎉 And thank YOU for sending me a kind message! I endlessly appreciate it 💖💖

@bunny-coffee

:00 Really? Thank you!! :DD I was actually pretty unsure of that detail for Jevil.. Making him round and squishy kind'a made him look too young to me.. but I'm so glad you like it! Maybe his squishiness isn't so bad! :D

:DDD Happy new year!! 💖🎉🥳🎉💖

XD Its been a while since I watched the movie. But I think my reaction was something along the lines of:

"..oh?.... OH..?.... OH YOOOOO---" *excited for angst noises XDD*

Thank you!! :DD As for his knuckle scars, there isn't really one specific way he got them. It just shows that he's rough and tough. He's been through a lot and has been on many dangerous missions.

You know, scraping his hands on rocks, dealing with sharp teethed and dangerous creatures every day.. Your hands would naturally get beat up a lot of you lived like Kwazii.

Aww! How fun! I'm sure Foxy wouldn't mind the company! :}

Foxy: "Oh? Are you a new animatronic?"

Calico Jack: "BIG TALKIN ROBOT-"

Now usually I would say Calico Jack. And its probably still true.. but considering how I'm trying to structure my Octonauts AU.. Inkling might actually be the one who's studied up more on folk tales and mythologies.. 👀

@rockbott0m47 (huh.. in all my days I don't think I've ever received a question like this XDD)

I try to be as factual as possible.. but in all honesty, my factual stops where the lazy begins-

XDD You're welcome?? Ah- Sorry for your loss?? XD I'm not sure how you feel about this realization but none the less thank you! I'm so glad you've liked my artwork! :DD

@nevereatingpeas

:DD THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I'm so glad you like my deign!! :}}💖

AAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 😭😭💖💖💖

(Post in question)

WAAAAAHGG THANB YIU SO MCUH!!! ITS SO COOL TO ME THAT YOU SAW ALL THOSE DETAILS!!

Yes exactly! Shellington's "VEGGIE DAD" shirt, Kwazii's bent whiskers and scars.. AND YES YES! THE CAPTAIN IN FULL UNIFORM!! I was thinking that he is an early riser and was up before everyone else was. He's not intending to eat later- he's just already had breakfast! :0

AND YES!! The meals were all correct but one <XD google says that sea otters eat crab. So I googled "crab meat meal" and drew one of the things that came up. It might be a salad thing..? Or a crab pasta thingy.?? Not sure <XDD But MAN the potatoes would have been a good idea too-

One detail that I was fond of was the steam coming from everyone's cups. Though Peso and Barnacles have no steam, because they're drinking cold drinks! You get it?? Becuase they are cold creatures?? Don't like warm things??? I'm so smart 🤣

@itschrisboys

YOOOO THIS IS A REALLY SOLID IDEA!! She could have the guilt of having killed everyone, while also trying to give everyone their happy ending.. Cool! Would you mind if I used this idea? Or at least part of it? Its really neat! :00

@britneyt

:DD Thank you! I'm glad you like that design detail of his XDD

Also thank you again! Happy new year!! 🎉🥳🎉

@beryl-shade

XD My first thought was Glamrock Freddy; "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO HIDE YOU NOW GREGORY??"

I do! I'll have to draw them sometime-

@tallchest13-blog

Thank you! I'm so glad! :DDD

@natewithacake

:DD Thank you so much!! I'm glad you like the designs I've given them! :}}}

[ropes3amthoughts]

Holy fucking shit you guys he’s so attractive oh my god

It’s been hours and I still can’t get over this

His outfit!!!!! His cute little red bow tie!!!! The wink!!! His cute curls!!! That hair tuff sticking out from the back of his neck!!! His wink!!! His little nose!!!! His gorgeous gorgeous eyes!!!!! The way he’s squishing that critter thing up to his face!!! His soft blush!!!! I’m enamored with him he’s so cute you guys ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I love him

I kind of wonder why he and his party have the red bow ties when Laios and his party have the blue bow ties bevause blue is Kabru’s color but red is Laios’ color and I mean I guess it fits the others better? Like blue is Marcille’s color and red is Rin’s color so by having a blue bow tie for Laios and Co and red for Kabru and Co then their mages get their proper color I suppose or I mean maybe it was decided by some other factor it probably was actually but man I love this work I love how their outfits have so many subtle differences even though all of them are matching! Agh it’s so fun and creative and cute and I adore it! I actually am not quite sure what’s going on in the artwork like I don’t know what the outfits are or what those creatures are in their arms but I’m intrigued it seems like Kabru’s little creature doesn’t like being squished!

Yo guys it’s 3am like my blog name wowww anyways my 3am thought is that Kabru gorgeous

Also I’m thinking that Kabru could have the flattest tits in the whole world and I’d still press my face up to his chest like that kid in Across the Spider-verse who licks the window on the train

Also I’m thinking what if Kabru had a nice warm bath and he had like bath salts y’know like fancy shit and he had like a nice book to read in the bath so he’s having like a nice relaxing bath like I think that would be lovely and nice

Also I’m thinking what if there was shrimp wrapped in bacon I think that would taste delicious I want some of that like can you guys imagine wait hold on I need to google if that’s real holy shit it’s real this is a want I want it so bad oh my god you guys there is shrimp wrapped in bacon this is the best thing ever I can’t believe it new Kabru art and shrimp wrapped in bacon is real??? It’s like all of my dreams are coming true

What a night wow this is great I will probably go to sleep soon goodnight Tumblr I have no need for sweet dreams for life has been so sweet to me I have no need for any sleeping fantasies also I started getting kind of crazy and saying stuff I probably should not say lmao Kabru makes me so insane like I’m dead serious he makes me feel things I’ve never felt before and so I ended up cutting like a third of the stuff I typed anyways I’m just gonna be quiet and go to sleep now it’s 4am at this point so good night guys zzzzz

[assortedvillainvault]

Hi! I was browsing the Lord Shen tag and found your blog 👀. I loved the headcanons for ShenxReader through the wolf henchmen's pov ❤️.

Would you mind sharing some headcanons but from the pov of the fluffy Lord peacock himself?

Hi Anon, thank you so much!!

I'm so sorry that my Lord Shen Masterlist slipped my mind - I'm fighting tumblrs atrocious tag search to find my previous writings for him and get them on there for you. In the meantime please - have some more!

Lord Shen x Reader Headcannons

- This stuck up, mithery, hairpin tempered ball of anxiety and condescension is officially your problem now. I mean. You chose this, so I’ll leave it to you as to what end of the bad choices scale you’re landing on, but man. You sure picked.

- I also can’t get over the fact that – in China and most of the East: white is associated with death and sadness, and mourning. You not only picked the unhinged genocide gun bird, you picked the only person in all of China to be literally born emo via albinism.

- I will get back to the above, but I’m mcfucking losing it over the image of Shen being. The smaller of the two of you.

- Like if you were a smaller creature he could properly get his elegant noble stride on, nose in the air and tail gently swishing behind him as he circles you, admiring every angle and relishing the nervous, excited little glances you give him. He might not be a strictly predatory species but he sure loves that thrilling edge of not-quite-stalking. He’s too high class for the genuine article, that’s what he has the wolves for.

- But if you had the audacity to be larger than him?!

- He’d grind his teeth if he had any. He wants so badly to intimidate you – making sure to step with an extra click of metal coated talons, words honey-barbed and sticky as he looks for chinks in your armour, having to crane his head back and up to look you in the eye and- look- could, could you just- just lean down? Lean down for goodness sake just- there. There. Lovely. As he was saying…

- Shen going to go bananas planning the perfect courtship. Everything must be. Exactly. As he plans it. God forbid you trip on the stairs. If you bribe the guards to move all furniture two inches to the left you’re going to have a great time watching Shen’s eyelid twitch for twenty minutes as he tries to figure out what’s ticking him off.

- Want a shortcut? Say nice things about his cannon. No seriously, it’s not a euphemism (though it could be-)

- The cannon is the culmination of Shen’s ambitions, the reason for his exile, the demonstration of ingenuity that set him apart. Seeing you run a hand smoothly over the intricate castings and complimenting his life's work is going to fill him with so many butterflies he’ll have the wedding ready by noon.

- Of course he does, underneath all the royal snobbery and sass, really, genuinely like you. More than he ever thought he could ever like another person. Go you.

- ...He can’t contain the terror that you might not like him back. Not because of all the murder, no, that’s clearly not the issue. But because he isn’t perfect enough for you. Because he’s not enough.

- Shen popped out of his egg all but rocking the 2007 bangs and MCR soundtrack of his time: born the colours of death in a house and species traditionally all the colours of the rainbow will have been like a self fulfilling prophesy – unspoken but not forgotten as he grew up and internalised his inadequacy by striving for excellence in literally everything else in life.

- Excellence in the form of weaponry, security, excessive control and genocidal ruthlessness. Combined with ingenuity, high intelligence and paranoia: all wrapped in a package of straining courtly manners and a need to constantly have the upper hand.

- You keep taking the fucking rug out from under him by reversing the script and being nice. Even his nanny (soothsayer, who has having a great time munching popcorn and giving incidental commentary) gives him shit and drives him up the wall – yet you’re out here, smiling (how dare you-) and- and saying he looks good (he knows, knows he looks sickly and out of place, a reaper amongst royalty-) and – of course you want to hand his hand really, who wouldn’t (who would?) - he’s fine, he’s fine-

- If he dared to let you go, he’d shatter like a discarded doll.

- How does it feel, reader, to hold the fate of all China in the balance of your smile?

[dronebiscuitbat]

Give me a Reason: Chapter 9 -"Partners"

The computer lab was full of chatter when Uzi came in, her bag on one shoulder as she went into her seat in the dusty room. Tables lined each wall, stuffed with as many chairs and computers that they could hold, to the point the cheap plastic tables were bowing with the weight.

“Hey!” N was excitedly patting the chair next to him, beaming, though that seemed to be his default expression. Even still, Uzi wasn't used to someone so genuinely happy to see her, and couldn't stop the smile that invaded her face in return.

“Hey, Teacher come in yet?” She replied, carelessly throwing her bag underneath the table and plopping into the chair, of witch her legs dangled from slightly due to her height, so she swung them idly.

So�� small. N thought as he noticed her slightly swaying legs, he'd noticed her height before, but it was only now that he was realizing just how small she was compared to him.

“Nope! Not yet!” He replied, trying to ignore how cute small she looked kicking her feet and instead just focusing on the question she asked.

“Good afternoon everyone!” The computer literacy teacher came through the door the second he answered, like he'd been summoned. He had salt and pepper colored hair, and vibrant verdant green eyes, wearing a tan sweater vest and jeans that looked ancient. Uzi's favorite teacher had just arrived.

Mr. Terrence J. Adams had been Uzi's computer literacy teacher since freshman year, he was the only one granted, but that was neither here nor there. But he was her favorite for one reason and one reason only;

“Yesterday was a nice easy day, but today I will be assigning your first, and only, assignment.”

Mr. Adams was notorious for assigning only one project for the entire year, a rather large project of course, you couldn't ignore it all year and do it at the last minute presumably. But having just one thing to worry about in a class was honestly amazing. And perhaps enabled her to procrastinate even more then usual.

“This year, since you all are seniors - and Principal Alice is up my ass - you'll be partnering up, choose wisely, you'll be working with them the whole year.”

Uzi blinked, that was a new requirement. And one she very much didn't enjoy. She'd always done her project by herself, at home, where she felt the most comfortable, not to mention no one would ever want to partner with-

“You wanna be partners?” N asked, completely eviscerating her train of thought and making her genuinely stare at the boy like he'd suddenly grown a second head.

“You want to?” She asked back, like she didn't quite believe she'd heard those words put of his mouth, but his smile got wider as he nodded like someone has just offered him candy.

“Yeah! It'll be fun!”

“Um… Yeah, okay.” She stammered, not sure how to respond at all to N. She didn't in general… but definitely didn't now.

“Yay!” He let out a childish squeal that had her chuckling under her breath, covering her mouth to hide her smile as his eyes seemed to get even more golden.

“Your project will be… creating your own blogs! Find a topic you both enjoy and maintain a blog about it until the end of the year.” Mr. Adam's explained, leaning on the desk in the center of the room, gesturing to everyone.

That didn't sound too bad, though it did require trying to find something her and N had in common, which couldn't have been much… he was like an excitable puppy and her a creature of the night.

Still… if she had to partner up, she'd rather the guy that was endlessly freindly rather then any of the other people there.

“I don't expect anything tangible for at least a couple weeks, but I will be checking your progress throughout the year. That being said, choose your partner and discuss!”

That turned to each other, we'll, more then they were already, and made breif eye contact which made Uzi's skin crawl for a moment as she adjusted to it.

“Sooo… what’r you into?” The blonde boy asked, gesturing to her and making her dart her eyes to the side as she thought of the more mainstream stuff she was into, Nightcore was probably the main one, niche but not too revealing or embarrassing, but he probably wouldn't be interested in that.

So she thought harder, mainstream, something he might be into… not revealing…

“Cryptids? That wouldn't be too hard to make a blog about right?” She suggested after a moment of introspection, and N raised his eyebrow in curiosity, making a soft ‘hmmm’ sound as he thought about it.

“I know a bit about them, Bigfoot, Loch Ness, that sort of thing?” Thankfully, he didn't seem judgemental, and after a moment, he smiled “Oh! Can we go ghost hunting? We can be ghost busters!”

She grinned “That's more supernatural then Cryptid… but we can definitely do that instead! Ghosts are cool!”

“I don't know any haunted places though…” His face fell a little, despite the fact that the manor he currently lived in exuding haunted vibes, it's not like he could just… invite her over, that would be weird! And he didn't want Mrs. Elliot to get upset he invited someone over.

In fact… if he could prevent them even knowing about each other, that would be preferable.

“I do! I've been wanting to explore the woods outside the old copper mine for awhile. That could be our first post.” For once, Uzi felt excited, a chance to explore a potentially haunted area? That sounded like a dream! And she wouldn't even be lying when she told her dad it was a project for school.

“If that's what you think we should do!” He beamed sounding just as excited even though he had less of a reason to be. “I don't know if I could convince Mr. and M- I mean, mom and dad to let me go into a haunted forest though.”

“They'll probably say yes if it's for school right? It's not like your going to a party.” Uzi replied leaning back in her chair, “And if that's what you're worried about just… don't tell them that's where you're going. Just say, ‘Hey I have a group project and I need to meet them at ‘insert normal public location of your choice.’’”

“But… that's dishonest…” N pointed out sheepishly, making Uzi shrug her shoulders.

“Yeah, but some adults are always gonna be weird about certain stuff. Best way to get around it is to just avoid it entirely”

N thought for a moment, telling Mr. And Mrs. Elliot that he was meeting up for a group project wasn't technically lying. And Mrs. Elliot did say to be sure he got good grades, and he couldn't do that unless they had content to actually blog about.

“I guess? I've never really lied to them before.” That was… not really true, he'd tried once or twice, but when they found out… well he was quickly corrected in his behavior and could never bring himself to lie again…

But it wouldn't really be lying.

“Somehow that doesn't surprise me…” Uzi's tone was teasing, not malicious, so he only laughed before changing the subject to the supernatural again, something that made Uzi's eyes light up and go off in a ramble about ghosts, the supernatural, and cryptids.

He just listened, happy not to be the one talking for once.

“Uh, wait. You don't have my number! How are we going to plan this outside of school?” He asked after she'd finally run out of steam, making her blink before she pulled out a small strip of paper and wrote down a string of numbers.

“There's mine, once you text me, I'll have yours.” The bell rang a moment later, a signal that meant it was time to go to their last two classes, and likely wouldn't see each other until the next day.

“That's the bell, thanks for the number!” He took the strip of paper and sped off, having to get to his next class quickly, as it was a long way to go in only five minutes.

Uzi nodded as a way to say goodbye, before she stopped in her tracks.

She'd been so preoccupied with talking about the supernatural that She'd just… given a guy her number.

It wasn't like what he said wasn't true, they'd need each other's number to plan anything. But giving out her number wasn't something she just did. Especially not on her second day of knowing the guy.

She sighed, already regretting her impulsive decision.

She hoped he wouldn't be weird about it…

[vonpharma]

w[h]ip wednesday: blocked by sicktember edition

welcome to whip wednesday! did you know the sicktember mods blocked me despite me being an avid fan of theirs for years, contributing 60 works and over 190k words, and hyping up their event in my social circles the whole time? i still do not know why this happened! i am pretty sure it's because i posted some very lukewarm critique about how the event was being run, on my personal blog where they had to go digging to find it.

i'm obviously heartbroken and pretty stressed about that but i've got a whole spreadsheet of planning done and a shit ton of fills ready to go so whatever. highly recommend not supporting the event this year or for the foreseeable future (there's talks of a new mod. if you're reading this, wanna unblock me?) because i'm starting to think the event runners might just be mean!

do, however, lavish me with praise. i will be writing sickfic until the end of the fucking universe, and when the new sickfic event makes their grand debut i will be kissing their feet.

here's some franmaya from my day 4!

With a confirmation of their reservation—curious, Franziska’s twisting expression seems to say, why would one need a reservation for a botanical garden?—the single employee standing stationary heaves the lock off the gates. They part as if heralding the arrival of something far grander than two young prodigies celebrating an anniversary—not even a proper one, something far more juvenile. Still, Maya feels nothing short of royal as she’s entering the sprawling, lush grounds—and the wonder sewn into every square of Franziska’s face tells her she’s not alone.

“Maya,” Franziska says, wandering toward the boundless stretch of camellia bushes, “what did you… the whole place is…”

“Empty?” Maya grins. “Yeah, happy anniversary, babe. Go wild.”

And Franziska looks at her like she’s hung the stars. How long Maya has waited for that look.

Because Franziska is rich. Loaded, even. There was so little you could buy for the woman who could buy herself anything, especially on Maya’s comparatively meager income. Her only saving grace was in the fact that Franziska was a workaholic to a fault who rarely thought of leisure, or pleasure, or earthly desires—so much so that the religious acolyte from the mountain commune was somehow less detached from those pleasures than she. Maya couldn’t often pay, but she could conceptualize.

This time, though. A year’s worth of saving, and planning, and praying… and finally, with all her ducks in a line, Maya was able to find a gift befitting of the wonderful creature who’d allowed her a space in their shared life. A few hours in the moonlight, wandering around the emerald sprawl of the biggest botanical garden in all of SoCal, with no one to bother them but the bugs chirping in the thicket.

A Franziskan paradise. A perfect night. Or it would be, if not for…

Another muffled sneeze escapes into the collar of her winter jacket, and it takes all of Maya’s willpower not to groan in sore irritation on the tail end of it. They’re starting to hurt, now, barreling through her with little regard for the shredded state of her throat or the date with the pretty girl she is currently trying to go on. It’s been relentless ever since last night, and Maya had hoped and prayed to Mystic Ami herself that she not be sick on her two-year anniversary that she’d spent ages arranging. As fate would have it, though, even Mystic Ami could not cure the common cold.

(Despite what the dusty tomes buried in the archives back home said….)

Luckily, even overdoting Franziska seems far too distracted right about now to notice that’s what’s happening. If this were any other situation, Maya’s sure Franziska’s searing blues would lock onto her like a vulture that’s just spotted a bloating corpse. Thankfully, the flowers are very distracting.

“It’s all…” Franziska is powerwalking from bush to bush in an erratic, excitable zigzag. “Maya Fey, is this whole garden nothing but camellias?”

“I dunno babe,” Maya sniffles once, twice, “you’re the expert. You tell me.”

Coming to a slow halt, Franziska allows herself to look out across the expanse—flowers as far as the eye can see, still in full bloom despite the bite of winter. In all colours, in all sizes, lit only by the far-off insomnia of the city, the moonlight peeking through the cloudy skies.

“I just—” Franziska turns back to Maya, glowing brightest of all, “—can’t believe the variety here, look at all this…”

Maya wanders closer to her side, feeling sunlit despite the chills that are quickly growing harder to ignore. Franziska kneels down to graze a gloved thumb across a velvety red petal, and Maya squats far less elegantly beside her, tilting her head awkwardly back in an attempt to keep her nose from running. 

“I can’t believe it,” Franziska marvels, “Maya, this is quite literally a historical specimen. You’ve brought me to the home of the oldest camellia in all of Southern California.”

“Yo, for real?” Maya stares at the flower, completely unremarkable to her own untrained eye. “Did this bitch know the dinosaurs?”

“No, nothing like that…” Franziska chuckles, continuing to cradle the flower in her hands as though it is the most precious thing in the world. “They’re Asian in origin. This one in particular is one of a kind, having traveled here from Japan in the 1800s.”

“Woah. Just like me for real.”

As she says it, Maya presses her cheek against Franziska’s own, that brand of endearing obnoxiousness that the two of them loved so much. Their hair bunches and tangles in between them, but Franziska leans into her beloved rather than away.

“I didn’t know winter flowers were a thing,” Maya lies, prompting her girlfriend to spring back to her feet, gesticulating vastly and passionately with her arms. 

“Oh, they’re some of the loveliest flowers in existence!” God, she’s so cute when she’s infodumping. “Camellias are some of my favourite of all, in fact I’d even heard of the breadth of this collection of them before coming to the states! It’s comprehensive reputation is largely the work of a single German botanist who traveled here in 1878, so naturally I was already in the know…”

Ever the savant, she carries on. Maya thinks she could listen to a phonebook being read, so long as it was drenched in Franziska’s wonderful, captivating, rounded accent.

[biomic]

Hi! I see a lot of screenshots and such from your blog for things like (I believe) Kamen Rider(?) I might be wrong please forgive me if so. I have always had a sort of vague interest in sentai media but never knew good hopping on points, do you have any personal recommendations for where an absolute beginner might jump in to watch shows like that?

if you're interested in tokusatsu, you can really start anywhere that looks cool or interesting to you! most seasons, aside from some anniversaries and the very rare sequel show, are pretty self-contained for the most part. diehard fans will make a big deal out of "good and bad starting points" but the truth is every show has been someone's first and hooked them on the genre, even the "bad" seasons (the poor quality of which is often exaggerated by fandom anyway) or the experimental entries not indicative of the wider franchise they're part of

but! if you want some real beginner friendly, you'll-probably-have-fun-with-this toku, my go-to recs for The Big Three™:

if you want to follow a team of heroes grow together as they fight evil in increasingly silly scenarios, super sentai's probably the series for you (and my favorite ^_^)

watch kiramager if you want a straightforward throwback to classic sentai. it's a back-to-basics season that gives you a good baseline of what sentai as a whole can be, while elevated enough by its stellar cast and infectious energy so as to never feel generic

shinkenger takes a more dramatic approach to the usual sentai formula, following a team of samurai recruited to serve under a lord who isn't telling them everything he knows. an incredibly stylish show that's almost sure to leave an impression

kamen rider began as a tragic hero, kidnapped by the villainous organization shocker and turned into a cyborg against his will, ultimately escaping and using his newfound abilities to put an end to their evil. since the original story, kamen rider has gone through a whole host of various different tones and storylines, arguably becoming the most versatile of the big franchises, though certain elements remain consistent like the near ever-present bug motif or our heroes using powers derived from evil for the sake of good

created in the wake of the 2011 tohoku earthquake disaster, kamen rider fourze was made with the goal to make children smile again, and that desire led to something really special. arguably The Power of Friendship™ show to end all others, and while its upbeat tone might not exactly be in line with Classic Kamen Rider™, it stands as a great entry point thanks to the passion behind it and its clear love for the genre

probably best experienced as blind as possible, kamen rider build is a rollercoaster of a series full of high stakes, mystery, intrigue, and Heated Drama Between Men™. if you want something more serialized that'll keep you on the edge of your seat throughout, build's one of the very best

i also wanna mention kamen rider gotchard, the currently airing series! we're only 8 episodes in at the time of this post, so you could catch up quick while still going through the backlog. very much a back-to-basics season, introducing pokemon-style creatures for our protagonists to catch in addition to the usual superheroics. it's been pretty cute so far :)

ultraman is a sci-fi series that typically follows a defense team created to defend the earth from aliens and kaiju, aided by the giant of light, ultraman. as opposed to the other two franchises where there's often a serial plot to follow and a centralized villain faction, ultra typically thrives with telling standalone sci-fi stories, usually aligning with a show's overarching theme and often compared to shows like star trek or the twilight zone, though recent seasons have been more willing to switch up the format

ultraman x is for anyone who's ever asked, "but... what if we could be friends with godzilla?" young XiO scientist daichi becomes bonded with the alien ultraman x and work together to protect the earth and fight for a future where humans, aliens, and kaiju can coexist. to me this is like, the platonic ideal of what ultraman is, and a perfect starting point because of it. also features several crossover episodes with past ultra seasons throughout the show, but it's all still very new-viewer friendly and could even entice you to check out some of those shows yourself!

ultraman orb, the 50th anniversary of the series, changes course by making the defense team a background component in favor of following amateur investigators and the mysterious, lone wanderer who's suddenly entered their lives (hint: he's ultraman). another iconic entry in the Heated Drama Between Men Cinematic Universe and a nice balance between ultra's classic status quo and a more modern ongoing narrative

i'd also be remiss not to mention the currently airing ultraman blazar, which i unfortunately have not been able to keep up with due to outside circumstances but have heard NOTHING but glowing praise for. it's simulcast on youtube every week with english subtitles AND an optional english dub!

pretty much all of these can be snagged over at nyaa(.)si, and x and orb can be watched legally over on tubitv(.)com!

[front-facing-pokemon]

koraidon is my best friend. my beast. his name is sandwich and i never make him fight ever if he doesn't have to. i yelled at all the characters for insisting he fight. he's a special little sandwich boy.

well! i've. certainly missed out on a lot. let's get through all these

number one! sandwich is a perfect name for a koraidon. the special little sandwich boy

now, everything else:

i. only caught this after everybody ragged on me for not getting it. i dunno HOW i failed to pick up on this but, yes, i've got it now

actually, i was just about to make a proper post asking what i should do with the blog (since i queued up the final pokémon in the natdex yesterday) so i will keep this one on the list of suggestions (hopefully. if i don't then remind me and feel free to drop it in the comments of the post i make abt it)—although there is one option that's at the forefront of my mind..!

this killed me on the spot when i first got this ask. incredible. i queued up iron boulder a few days ago (obviously since i have queued up every single pokémon in the national pokédex by now) but this is funny. be proud

you did yes. that's some commitment. rather powerful especially since i don't think they can even breed. not sure if they can show up in outbreaks though

this is a theory i'm hearing about for the first time from all of you, and it's one that i do quite like. although saying "until you start thinking about it for half a second" feels like you're accusing me of not thinking about it for half a second? probably not but damn. ouch! either way i think this makes sense. i feel like it wasn't explained in game very well at all

POWER CREEP THE POKÉMON YEEEAAAAHh

oh i just call most pokémon "little guys." i quite like the phrase "little guy" and use it to describe most creatures

oh yeah. especially with all their names being nearly identical just "iron (noun)" i feel like their designs are super boring compared to the past paradox 'mons. makes me wish i got scarlet instead

i would, but i doubt tumblr will let me post them, for one, so you'd have to DM me—and for two, they're in trmdl format. whether or not you'd be able to actually manipulate them (or even render them) depends on the software you're using. your mileage may vary

and now, the many, many nose ratings i've missed:

PHEW!! that was a lot! if you're still here, you must be dedicated! if you're that dedicated, expect two posts coming up shortly: number one, a few fundraisers that were sent to my ask box that i wanted to give their own post to not mix it with the regular content. as far as i'm aware, they've all been vetted. and number two, perhaps later: the post asking what exactly i should do with this blog once we reach the end of the natdex. after i get enough suggestions on that post, i'll send out a big poll with the top contenders to truly decide WHAT becomes of this blog once pecharunt posts. thanks for sticking around for this wild ride!

[sagau-my-beloved]

I hope I'm not too late for some more Avian Venti brainrot!

If you'll humor me, here's a brief discussion of bird anatomy: when bird feathers are still developing, they're called pin feathers! They're covered with a protective keratin sheath, which needs to be removed when the feather is fully developed. Birds usually remove the sheath when they "preen", but they need help (either from humans, or from other birds) to remove the sheaths from hard-to-reach places.

Now that we've established some base knowledge, consider: Venti needing help after molting and growing new feathers. He can reach some of them, thanks to having, y'know, hands, but the feathers near the very base of his wings are a problem. It's also a little more difficult to remove them, since birds' beaks are shaped better for the task than our hands.

So if you help him with the process of removing those pin feathers, once they've grown in and are starting to feel uncomfortable-- he'd be over the MOON with gratitude. It's super relaxing, too-- you can have him in your lap, with his back toward you, gently caressing his wings and slowly easing out the itchy little sheaths of keratin. As if he didn't already enjoy having you touch his wings, Venti would be totally blissed out as you take care of him, the tension relieving him with each new feather you help him unfurl.

Never too late, you could come to me 50 years down the line, long after this blog's inevitable end, and I'll rise from the depths like some unholy lovecraftian creature true story

So, really thinking about it, the entire backside of his wings would count as a hard to reach place since they're so big and hands only reach so far, kinda cute to imagine him trying to do it himself though, just reaching as far as humanly possible with a concentrated expression only to lose his balance and have to pull himself back up with a huff

I did look into it a bit more and it seems to be either a yearly or bi-yearly experience depending on the bird, so I imagine he just intensely looks forward to the collection of days you'll indulge him, I wouldn't even put it past him to mark it on a personal calendar (that he mainly dedicates to events relating to you) just to be able to cross off the days till

Just imagining him completely blissed out, only half conscious enough to protest if you even think about moving your hands away, 👌

It'd probably take multiple hours, knowing how big his wings are, so by the end of it he'd be completely and wholly out of it

And I'm 100% sure that you'd be the only one he'd let do it, maybe in the past when he only had some closer friends to help out he'd be more open with who he asked to partake, it's not entirely an 'intimate' act by nature, and attempting to do it all himself would just lead to frustration and possible injury, so he couldn't really afford to be picky

But now that you're here, his incredibly benevolent savior, you're the only living being he'd ever want for any act involving his wings, especially if you've taken any interest in them at all

And of course he's so incredibly grateful, unbelievably greatful that you indulge him so, but all it really does is make him that much more possessive of you

He can't help it that he needs you, both mentally and physically, you provide so much for everyone whose lives you touch so it's difficult to get you all to himself, but he needs you so much more than anyone else, he couldn't imagine living day to day without you and this is just another reminder of that

But now, imagine that exact same scenario with the addictive touch au, I think it might actually kill him, but that's probably the way he'd want to die anyway so—

[britany1997]

Could I make a request? It's my birthday tomorrow and I'd love to know how the boys (maybe both individually and poly) would treat their S/O on their birthday. Love your fics and HCs, so glad I found your blog!

Absolutely you can! And Happy Birthday! I hope you have a wonderful day!

I’m gonna do headcannons because I think they would work best for this request:)

Celebrating your Birthday with the Lost Boys

David:

•He’s grumpy, but he adores you

•He gives, ‘I hate everyone but you’ energy with his S/O

•He likes to seem indifferent a lot of the time, since he’s got this ‘super cool leader of a biker gang’ reputation he needs to protect

•But he cares for you very deeply

•He listens to everything you say. Everything.

•And he’s incredibly observant and always keeping a close eye on you

•So if there was something you told him you wanted but it was too expensive, or something you liked at a store but talked yourself out of buying

•He got it for you

•The craziest most extravagant things you might never have gotten for yourself

•A Cartier bracelet? It’s yours. A PS5? All wrapped up for you. A signed first edition of your favorite book? Yep. Don’t ask how he got it.

•Seriously. Don’t ask.

•He shows his love by spoiling you and he wants you to feel loved on your special day🥹

Dwayne:

•Dwayne is the romantic of the group

•He writes you the sweetest birthday card you’ve ever gotten

•It’s like a love letter to you and you can feel his adoration coming off the page

•You can see how he started out with normal sized letters, but he had so much to say that they get smaller and smaller towards the end

•He writes over and over again how much he loves you and cares for you

•He writes about how happy he is that you were born and how lucky he is to be with you

•He tells you how you’re incredibly smart, ridiculously attractive, and overwhelmingly kind

•He includes a little poem about you as well, taking the time to detail your features and compare you to an Angel or some other worldly creature

•He writes about how he genuinely can’t believe a treasure like you could love a “literal monster” like him, but he’ll spend the rest of his eternal life trying to return the love he thinks you’re worthy of

•He thinks the world of you and wants you to feel appreciated and loved, not just on your birthday, but everyday

•He signs it ‘xxxxxxx <- my kisses’

•Just to make sure you know

•He asks Laddie to sign the card too and Laddie writes about how special you are and how grateful he is for you too

Paul:

•Listen

•He is his gift to you

•He shows up to your nest with a bow on his chest and winks at you

•I said on anon to another TLB account once that I think Paul’s the type of guy to give you a cast of his dick as a present and I stand by it

•If you’re not into that though he totally respects it and he’ll get you something else

•He’ll give you tons of cuddles and hugs

•He just likes to hold you, and he knows you like to be held🥹

•He tapes a birthday hat he cut out of a magazine on to fishy’s bowl for you too

•He would also want to give you a kiss for every year you’ve been alive

•He’s like, “you want em all at once or throughout the day?”

•Every time he gives you a kiss he’ll tell you something he loves about you

•Man has no filter and is always ready to tell you all the reasons you’re special to him

•He also makes you a little coupon book with sweet little things like “good for one bear hug,” “redeem for one boardwalk adventure,” and “turn into Paul for one quiet night together at the beach.”

•There are also some..um….spicy coupons in there too (if you want them of course)

•He says those you can reuse;)

Marko:

•Marko bakes you a cake:)

•Now this can go one of two ways

•Marko makes Panettone and Pandoro for the boys around Christmastime

•When he lived in Italy, his mom taught him how to make it and he still uses her recipe

•If that’s what he does, it turns out really great and it’s super yummy!

•However, if Marko makes you ANY other cake…good luck

•Aside from beloved family recipes intertwined with childhood memories, Marko does not believe in recipes.

•He is an agent of chaos and his cooking skills reflect this for the most part.

•He also really doesn’t get baking soda/powder and how much you should add (but he’ll never admit that and look at a recipe, that’s for quitters)

•But whichever he does he makes it with love🥹

•He frosts it, writes a sweet happy birthday message in colored icing on it, puts candles on it and lights them for you

•Once you blow out the candles he’ll take a little bit of it and shove it in Paul’s face (like wedding style)

•He wouldn’t do it to you of course because it’s your birthday (but Paul is fair game😈)

•He watches you eat it with heart eyes because food is such a big part of the culture in Italy, and it means a lot to him when you eat what he makes and enjoy it

Poly:

•If you’re more extroverted and don’t mind attention, they throw you a party in the cave!

•They invite all your friends and family so you’re surrounded by all the people you love

•Marko buys all your favorite snacks and drinks

•David makes a playlist of all your favorite songs for dancing and vibing

•Dwayne and Paul are in charge of decorations

• “We need a theme”

• “Not all parties have themes Paul”

• “All the good parties do! Don’t you want the best for the love of our life???”

•They make it an 80s theme party

•And not like tacky 80s themed, actual, very authentic 80s themed party

•All the guest come in 80s themed outfits (they don’t need to change) and they put something aside for you to wear too when you arrive at the party

•They do the whole ‘make everyone hide until you come in and then jump out and yell surprise’ thing

•Then you dance the night away celebrating with your favorite people!

•But if you don’t like parties, and you prefer not to be the center of attention, they have a plan for that too!

•They steal get a projector and screen and they set it up in the center of the cave

•They pull the mattress from your nest out into the main area too and throw tons of blankets and pillows on it

•They make popcorn and grab tons of candy and soda

•When you get to the cave they surprise you with a movie night in!

•You spend the night cuddled up next to them watching your favorite movie

•If you fall asleep, they carry the mattress back to your nest (with you on it of course) and all fall asleep in your nest with you

•They love you so much and want you to have the best birthday ever:)

I hope you liked this:)

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Part Eight of "The Lake Between Us"

Binary Stars

Ezra AU x Seraphina (Plus size OFC)

This blog is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 1264

Warnings: Domestic fluff (98% bruh) and implied public sex (a dash because we simmer here like Ezra's gumbo)

Summary: The end or a new beginning? That's for Ezra and Seraphina to decide.

Notes: Thank you to everyone who has kept with me and supported this series. 🥰 I'm kinda sad to end their journey but I enjoyed the pacing and that they're two mature adults navagating a relationship. Let me know what you thought of the series overall. ❤️

Main Masterlist/ Ezra Masterlist/ The Lake Between Us Series

The subsequent six months led to a few changes. 

Most nights now ended at Ezra’s home, as he often had food in addition to himself waiting for Seraphina. She felt welcome and safe in his home. It slowly changed to reflect a few brighter colors, though she did stick to his theme of green. Mainly dark greens, reminiscent of forests and secluded places one might see while skating across the water atop his airboat. 

Sera had talked him into giving her a private tour a month after their initial dinner with Cee and Zora. She’d worn a soft pink sleeveless dress to match the sunset displayed over the water’s surface. Listening to him go over the history of the unique creatures and flora that inhabit the bayou and its depths made her smile. There may have been a good bit of celebrating on the airboat. Sera indulged Ezra’s request of her calling him captain at different volumes during their heated jubilations. Once back ashore, they had dinner on the dock overlooking the twilight, the sky seemingly settling in for the evening. The small round table had a chair on each side as they ate dinner. Afterward, there were two large wooden chairs that Seraphina assumes Ezra set up closer to the edge of the dock facing the water. While they shared a bottle of rum, Ezra asked her if she ever wanted to leave. The question begged a curious look from Sera.

“Leave and go where Ezra? Are you talking of moving somewhere? I’m not sure if you’ll be able to have such a job that favors your gift of gab. My options are fairly open. What state are you considering?”

A small chuckle at her answer, he kissed her cheek and took her hand in his, interlacing their fingers.

“You appear to imply that you would be coming with me, Moonbeam. For that I am eternally grateful. I pose a different question then. Will you stay with me and not leave my bed?”

A grin creeps over Seraphina’s face, lifting her hand, she kisses the back of Ezra’s tasting the salty tang of his sweat once more. A sigh leaves her as she recalls events not too long ago in which she saw the yellows, pinks and oranges weave themselves along his chest, arms, back and face. “Is it limited to the bed, or can I actually step foot in the house? I’m fine with you carrying me but there’s going to be a few logistical issues with this.” She has his hand rest against the left side of her chest as her eyes roll from their hands, along his arm toward his face. Ezra has the same look he normally does at Seraphina: like she’s delicate, dear and meant to be adored. “I believe you were asking me to live with you my dear captain.”

It was Ezra’s turn to smirk for he was aware the effect her calling him his title had on him. He turned his body toward hers, “Would you give this old scoundrel of a captain the privilege of knowing you’ll make a home with him? Knowing that he’ll keep all your appetites fed?”

Seraphina nodded and swiftly made contact with Ezra’s lips, holding for a moment before placing her forehead against his, “Even if I were to enter from the rear my dear captain, my presence would be known no matter my status. I don’t mind if you feel the need to hide me, as long as I am allowed in. Correct?” She’d quoted back to him what’d told her when they agreed to their first date along this very dock, many months ago. Moonbean sits back in her chair and Ezra keeps his eyes focused on hers. The captain sees a playful mischief in her eyes, the same ones that regard him with constant warmth that give him comfort along with her reassuring touches. The quote has his free hand land on her knee and draw small circles around the bone. 

“There will be no hiding you Sera. Everyone in my life who’s important already knows about you. You can enter the house any way you choose.” They share another laugh before looking back at the night sky. The moonlight glowed without clouds blocking it across the water’s surface. 

It took two months to combine their homes, sorting through possessions and marking more room for each other. Once that was complete, there was the question of what to do with Seraphina’s home. 

By this time, Cee graduated with honors with her degree in business administration and Zora had hers in English with a minor in history. They asked if they could use Seraphina’s home to open a restaurant. Sera was fine with it, Ezra negotiated terms with Cee in a dinner table discussion that took two hours, three sheets of paper and five napkins to come to an agreement. Zora and Sera napped on the couch during the latter part of the exchange. Once the guardian and charge agreed, they looked to their partners with mild annoyance that they’d found them boring enough to doze off. 

The house was being modified into a restaurant but keeping most of its original structure intact. Despite the small spats Ezra and Cee would have, when it was time to create a menu, he’s written out most of his recipes with measurements. They also accounted for some allergies and vegan preferences. “To get you and Zora started Birdie.” With a hug and a kiss to her cheek, Ezra handed over the handwritten notebook and both women thanked him. They set to practicing the recipes.

A month ago, after finishing and afternoon tour, Ezra found a gray fuzzy dog hiding under one of the seats on his airboat. He was curious how it got there and even more so about the owner. Asking around at the dock yielded no answers, even after having the manager look after the dog for a few days. Seraphina suggested that maybe they could take the dog in, it wasn’t a puppy and so far according to the owner was potty trained. Flyers could stay up about the dog in the meantime. Ezra said he wasn’t sure, but then also wouldn’t put the dog down until he was in the house. They went shopping for different supplies and took it to the vet to get a clean bill of health. The dog, identified as a goldendoodle which Ezra found to be a ridiculous breed name to him, was named Pluto because the dog was a smaller size. 

Late nights into the early mornings were rare for Seraphina and Ezra outside of their home. Tonight, they were sitting on Ezra’s back porch, little Pluto warming their feet with a bottle of Jack Daniels. Seraphina wore the white nightgown that she first saw Ezra in, and he was shirtless in a loose pair of sleep shorts. Her head rested between his shoulder and his neck with his arm around her as the held hands. A single cloud graced the sky tonight and floated on by reflected on the lake’s surface. Neither of them thought that the other would end up across the lake quite like this - in each other's arms. 

There were few stars visible in the obsidian above them, save for small ones side by side.

Binary stars that had formed their own small circle relying on one another for support and to function. Together because one didn’t make sense without the other. Bound together by a profound sense of need with love filling them both. 

Merging the Star Clusters

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[neverchecking]

Hi! I'm new following you... Looks pretty interesting... But I'm a bit confused of the nicknames of the characters... Like "sun" or "sage"

Did you have a list of who is each one? Please? Qwq

Well, first off, Hi! Hello! My name is Cinder and I write Yandere! Linked Universe!

If you're not familiar with Linked Universe I would highly recommend checking out the comic for it -> Here!

Anyway, as a fandom, we needed a way to easily differentiate between each Link bc writing 'The hero of so-and-so' every time would suck. So, they each go by Monikers that represent their hero title! The Zeldas are kind of the same. When we wanna differentiate between each games Zelda we use a specific name to do so. Here's a breakdown of each Link and their Zelda!

Name: Sky

His Zelda: Sun

His Games/appearances: Skyword Sword

Cool fact: When not including First, is often seen as the first hero of Hyrule and the first Wielder of Fi; A.K.A The Master Sword. Has a soul connection with a creature called a Loftwing, who I have dubbed as Crimson on this blog. Is mostly seen in a relationship with Sun because of their interactions in Skyword Sword, but I don't think it's ever been confirmed. Is Hella cute though.

Name: Four

His Zelda: Dot

His Games/appearances: Minish Cap, Four Swords, Four Swords Adventures

Cool fact: Four has the ability to split into four versions of himself, each reflecting an aspect of his personality (Red; protective, Blue; soft hearted, Green; still have no clue, and Vio; the brain cell). There was another part named Shadow who was, as you guessed, a shadow but he died. From my inference he was closest with Vio, but I'm embarrassingly unfamiliar with it. Four also has the ability to shrink to the size of a Minish/Picori; a race of mouse sized beings known for hiding trinkets and rupees in grass for said hero! Had a talking hat name Enzlo who ended up being a Minish in disguise. Did not get to keep talking hat.

Name: Time

His Zelda: Lullaby/Sheik

His Games/appearances: Ocarina of Time, Majora's mask

Cool fact: Has masks. Lots of em. One in particular linking him to a war god dubbed the Fierce Deity. Had an ocarina that turned back time, but he broke the timeline (Like a ding dong). Timeline A; where he survived and defeated Ganon. And Timeline B: A.K.A the downfall timeline, where he died (like a noob). Often seen as the oldest of the group but we have no idea how old he actually is. Was raised by a tree and has issues with the moon. Got trust issues from a mask. In Linked Universe Lore, he is married to a farm girl name Malon- who wrote Epona's song.

Name: Legend

His Zelda: Fable

His Games/appearances: A Link to the Past, Oracle of Seasons, Oracle of Ages, Link's awakening, Link Between Worlds, Triforce Heroes

Cool fact: Has a lover named Marin. She was not in fact real. Gave him trust issues. Also known as the Veteran for the sheer amount of adventures he's been on. Known as a hoarder, especially with rings that grant him special abilities and has a funky counterpart named Ravio (A merchant who reigns from Lorule, a mirror verse of Hyrule. his Zelda is Hilda, but he's not a Link so he doesn't get a paragraph. He does have a cool bird though named Sheerow and wears a funky hood. He's just a funky dude.) Legend is part of the Downfall Timeline, coming directly after that version of time, fell.

Name: Hyrule

His Zelda: Dawn, Aurora (He has two, though I'm not sure on the why/how/basically anything about them.)

His Games/appearances: Legend of Zelda, Zelda II

Cool fact: Is half fairy! It grants him the ability to use magic, especially healing spells and a lightning spell called 'Thunder', and he can turn into the size of a fairy with wings. Comes directly after Legend. Hyrule is also part of the Downfall Timeline, and is most often paired with Legend because of it. His Hyrule is particularly hostile with poisoned water and barren lands. Also gives him trust issues.

Name: Twilight

His Zelda: Dusk

His Games/appearances: Twilight Princess

Cool fact: Fell in love once. Fucked him up. Nah, I kid. No I don't. Twilight was raised in a village called Ordon as a rancher before his journey. On said journey, he was faced with something called the Twilight Realm which turned him into a wolf (A.K.A. Wolfie). There he met the Spoiler Twilight Princess named Midna. While in game there were no confirmations on their relationship, in the Manga they did smooch. made me cry. Anyway, after their adventure together Midna goes back to her world, destroying the only thing that links hers and Twilights together as she did, offically ghosting him. Gave him turst issues. He wears a twilight shard around his neck that allows him to shift between forms as he pleases. He is Time's descendant and had Time as guide to him in his adventure in the form of the Hero's Shade. Twilight is part of Timeline A. The one that did not fall.

Name: Wind

His Zelda: Tetra

His Games/appearances: Wind Waker, Phantom Hourglass (Depending on who you ask, he's also Spirit Tracks Link, but I do not think so)

Cool fact: Is a pirate! Had a pirate ship dad! Had a little sister, Aryll, that was taken by birds. Gave him trust issues. Lived with his grandmother and Aryll before Tetra who is, spoiler, Zelda, shows up and helps him find his sister. Tetra is so cool man, she's a pirate captain. Anyway, most often seen as the youngest Link. In his game, he wasn't even a hero lmao. Just some guy who's sister got taken and he went and found the triforce before merking Ganon RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES. He was just feeling a little silly. Wind, I believe, is part of some third timeline stemming from Time's adventure or in the Downfall Timeline as his Hyrule flooded, leaving most to live on high mountains to avoid drowning.

Name: Warriors

His Zelda: Artemis (my love <3)

His Games/appearances: Hyrule Warriors

Cool fact: He's got a scarf. Had a wizardess who was supposed to watch time and space fall in love with him. Gave him trust issues. Has scars from when he drew the Master sword; which dominoed into something called The War of Eras. Companions and other heroes were pulled to his time to assist in the war, including, but not limited too; Time (Known as Mask in this regards), Wind, Midna, Marin, Ravio, Linkle (A female Link who was originally Wars' sister but, that idea was scrapped), and probably more that I'm missing idk I haven't finished the game. Is Captain of his knight squadron and famously despises Traitors. His own Zelda turned into Sheik to assist in the battle, but she's perfect just the way she is <3 Does not fall explicitly into either time line.

Now, this is where things kind of get tricky. Wild can either be one hero on three adventures or three different guys who arise during their subsequent time. For this blog, we see them as three different people.

Name: Calamity

His Zelda: Fauna

His Games/appearances: Age of Calamity

Cool fact: While his game is not seen as canon to the timeline, we include him because he's cool. Was part of a timeline where his Zelda unlocked his sealing powers earlier and saved them in time to fight the Calamity. He did not die, did not sleep for a hundred years, and kept his memory. Also a knight, also has trust issues, eats rocks. Does not fall explicitly into either time line.

Name: Wild

His Zelda: Flora

His Games/appearances: Breath of the Wild

Cool fact: Is the version of Calamity that's canon. His Zelda failed to awaken her powers in time, he, along with the Champions, died, took a hundred year nap, got trust issues, got memory issues, did not know wtf a stick was at the start of his adventure. Has a cool tablet called a Sheikah slate that lets him use runes (Magnet, ice, bombs, freeze time). In Linked Universe, he has scars lacing his one side. Is said to have had Wolfie as a guide during his adventure. Does not fall explicitly into either time line, but if I had to guess I would put it as Timeline A.

Name: Sage

His Zelda: Natura

His Games/appearances: Tears of the Kingdom

Cool fact: So, Sage was actually cultivated here! He is the Link from the newest Zelda Game, characterized by his anger and grudges held against Hylia. Does not have the scars, because of Rauru, but does have Fangs. Falls directly after Wild, as they are technically the same guy. When referring to the 'triplets' we are referring to Sage, Wild and Calamity.

Anyway, hope this helped! If you have anymore questions, lmk!

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Happy 1,500, lovelies! 💋

1,500 followers?? 😲✨ As always I'm in awe and just so incredibly grateful for how many people follow and enjoy my cursed and (very) thirsty thoughts, drabbles, and fics on this blog! You're all amazing and I thank you so much for hanging with me! 😁 As a small thank you, please enjoy this tasty little reward (her mouth, as chosen by all of you 😏) from our favorite Countess 😌♥️

Warning for a shitposty beginning (sorry, but I had to 🤣)

***

You looked out across the vast crowd of people who had lined up behind you. A true testament to just how loved the Countess was (or wanted), and while you had your doubts about how true what the Fae that led you all there had said, your heart couldn't help but pound in anticipation. 

As soon as he Castle does swung open the crowd immediately quieted, a very perplexed Bela Dimitrescu standing before you. 

"Uh.." 

"Bela, who is it- .. what in the absolute fuck?" 

"Daniela, language." Came the Lady's voice from behind her. 

"Sorry, Mom.. but you're not gonna believe this!" 

This time Cass' head popped out from between her sisters.

"And here I thought I've seen everything..." She chuckled. 

"Really, darlings, what could possibly be so interesting-" 

The moment the Lady's large figure stepped into the door frame you could feel a collective blush move over the crowd - a few mouths falling agape. Lady Dimitrescu stood stunned for a minute before her fingers came to the bridge of her nose. 

"Oh for fuck's sake." 

You swallowed hard, instantly regretting your decision to believe the tricky little woodland creature. 

"MOM.. LANGUAGE." Exclaimed a very amused Daniela. 

"I'm sorry, little moth. It's just.. I knew I should have never made a deal with that Fae." 

"Deal with a.. fae?" 

The Lady sighed and turned to her eldest daughter. 

"I'm afraid the specifics at this point are unimportant. Bela, be a dear and clear my schedule for the remainder of the week." 

"Yes, Mother." 

Your heartbeat damn near accelerated when the Countess turned her attention to you next. "And Daniela, escort this one to my office. I'll be with them in a moment."  

"Aye-aye, Mother!" 

With Lady Dimitrescu no longer in ear shot, Cass let out another chuckle, walking side by side with her younger sister as the two of them led you to the Lady's office.

"Did you see the size of that crowd?"

"Yeah! Must be like… a thousand blood bags out there." Dani answered with a cackle. 

"Fifteen hundred to be exact." You said softly, making both women stop in their tracks and turn. 

"Fifteen- .. nope. You know what? I don't wanna know." Cass replied.

"Ha! Mom's sure got her work cut out for her!" 

"I SAID I DIDN'T WANT TO KNOW." 

Daniela cackled even louder this time. 

"Welp, we're all gonna know by the end of the night. You know how sound travels in these corridors." 

You watched Cassandra slink a little lower and sigh. 

"I'm sleeping in the dungeons tonight." 

When the three of you finally reached the Countess' office Dani gave you a little wink and opened the door. The middle daughter scowled and gave you a firm nudge into the room. 

"Alright, let's get out of here. And let's have Bela make one of the maids bring the next one in." 

Daniela gave her sister a nod before closing the door behind you, leaving you to yourself. You took a deep breath, inhaling the lingering scent of the exact woman you came to see. Subtle notes of oak and cigarettes, with the slightest undertone of wine.

At least you hoped it was wine. 

The office itself held a large desk with a formidable looking chair, a fireplace made of mortar and a rather comfortable looking satin loveseat. Though, of course, you wouldn't dare sit on it. Not without the Lady's permission, that was. So you stood quietly by the crackling fire, allowing the firelight to dance warmly across your skin until you finally heard the heavy footsteps of the Countess. 

You swallowed hard, heart beating faster than it ever had in your entire life - pounding in your throat. 

Why had you wanted to go first again?? 

As soon as she entered the room, though, you were quickly reminded. Her large frame draped in nothing more than a sheer crimson robe, the soft fabric clinging deliciously to all of her curves. It was all you could do to stare, mouth open and cheeks a deep shade of pink. How were you.. what was she.. you could feel your brain on the brink of gay panic. 

"Breathe, dear. I'd prefer it if you didn't pass out until after I was finished with you." 

That.. she.. 

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, your heartbeat in your throat. 

"S-sorry, my lady. I just.. wasn't.. ah.. expecting.." 

You swallowed again, every inch of you burning with a desire that you have never quite felt before. 

"Mh.. were you expecting something a little more modest then?" 

You nodded. 

"Well..  I assume all of you came here for your reward, did you not?" 

"W-we did.. it's just.." 

You rubbed the back of your neck nervously. Words failing you at every attempt. How could she expect a comprehensive response looking like that?? The Countess merely chuckled before taking a seat at her desk, her legs crossing regally. 

"Flustered little thing, are we?" 

She smirked in a way that willed a deep heat across your body. Again, you only nodded. Though the strangled whimper in your throat surely told the large woman everything she needed to know. 

"Mhm.. as it was," she continued, "I'd rather not soil my dress in this process. While this, I can discard quickly at any time.. if needed."  

Your gaze couldn't help but to rake over the length of her, an act that immediately made you blush even harder. 

"Ah, yes.. that is… very logical reasoning, my lady." 

The Countess laughed softly, a slight shake to her head.

"You are rather adorable, I'll give you that." 

You weren't even sure what sort of sound had next escaped your throat but you felt like your whole body was due to burst into flames at any second. 

"Come here, pet. I can already smell how bad you want me." 

Gods, how the silky tones of her voice alone made your core clench around nothing. And you obeyed, of course - who wouldn't? - dutifully walking closer to where Lady Dimitrescu sat. 

Rays of golden hues shining in from the large window behind her basked her large frame in a warm glow as she leaned back, power radiating from the simple pose. Her chin lifted slightly and a single eyebrow raised, watching you with intent as you came to stand in front of her. 

"Undress." 

"Yes, my lady." 

In all your years of sexual encounters, you had never divulged yourself of your clothes so quickly - standing before the Countess wearing nothing but a deep flush. 

"Mmh.. absolutely exquisite." 

Her words were like a physical caress within themselves, with a predatory look in her eyes that only made the space between your legs grow wetter. The way she moved in closer, heat rolling off of her body as large hands came to grasp onto your hips, instantly making you gasp. You whimpered slightly as the sweet sting of her nails dug into your supple flesh.  

Before you even had a chance to ask for what you wanted - to make a plea of a prayer and beg her to ravage you - your body was lifted with ease and your back against the cool, hard wood of her desk. So fast it practically made your head spin. Legs spreading for her almost subconsciously. 

And even given her height - even as the Countess sat back down, her large frame could still easily lean over you, nostrils flaring as she breathed in your musk. The chilled castle air around you only making the arousal between your legs ever more prevalent. She traced a single finger up the slit of you before bringing your essence to her mouth - tongue swirling around the tip of it, licking off the taste of you and making you shiver. 

"Tell me, pet." She paused, wettening her lower lip. "If you had your choice, what would you choose as your reward?" 

Your gaze immediately moved to her mouth, watching as a slow smirk began to curl at the edges. 

"Mhm.. precisely as I thought." 

You squirmed at the feeling of her warm breath skating over your inner thighs, the raw desire that moved over you unhindered was incomparable to anything you'd ever experienced. How your body ached - core dripped - all from the mere proximity of her. 

"Please." You begged. 

It was that single word coated in nothing but want that made the Countess hum in satisfaction, reveling in just how badly you wanted her - in how wet she made you - all without barely even touching you. She moved slow, like a predator, calculating her every move. Her gaze never faltering - locked into yours as if to dare you to look away. Of course you didn't - how could you? Not with the way she looked at you. Not with how the burning embers between your legs drank you in just before her tongue did the same. 

And gods, how you moaned, releasing a chorus of pleasure into the air like someone who hadn't been touched in months… years. The small of your back lifted effortlessly off the desk and your hips held safely in the Countess' hands as she pulled you forward, lengthening her tongue as far into your core as it could go. 

The absolute strength of it - the control - filling you deliciously before it flexed inside you. 

"Mmph- .. f-fuck." 

Your fingernails doing their best to dig into the hard wood beneath you as she murmured a single word against your clit. 

"Language." 

The vibration alone was enough to make you want to curse again, but you feared that would only make the Lady stop, leaving you a needy, dripping mess on her desk. So for now you only bit your lip, muffling the words that threatened to break through as her tongue began a slow and steady pace into you. The tip of it hitting exactly where you needed it to and spurring a wave of pleasure across your body with each thrust. 

"You taste divine, pet. Absolutely delicious." 

You whimpered embarrassingly - both at her tongue stopping and at her praise. 

"My lady… please.. don't.. stop.. please." 

You even went as far as to buck your hips needily in her hands, an act that only made her grasp on them tighten, claw seeping ever so slightly into the flesh of them. 

"Now, now.. behave pet." 

A single nip at your inner thigh had you crying out, tears of need playing at the corners of your eyes. 

"Sorry.. Countess.. please.." 

You could barely breathe let alone speak- barely speak let alone breathe. Words forced out through hitched breaths. Through needed want. Your arousal practically dripping onto the Lady's desk as she kept you lifted. A most unholy sound ripping through your throat when she dragged the width of her tongue up the slit of you, sucking over your clit before driving it back in. And of course the Countess moved your hips in tandem - with large, muscular hands flexing to grind your core against herself. The sheer size of her mouth fully enveloping you. 

It was a warmth like no other - heated and wet and oh so divine. Her tongue claiming you with each thrust. With every swirl over your clit and the hungry moans the Lady made at your taste. You had never been indulged in in such a way, with her insatiable mouth devouring you and her nails in your skin. 

"Please.. so close…" 

The Countess took your queue, curling her tongue in a way so it slide delicious over your clit as she continued to drive it deeply into you. Sucking every so often until she felt her hips begin to jerk. The movement alone almost seemed to fuel her on. As she lifted you even higher and dug her nails deep into your skin, forcing drops of crimson to trickle down your outer thigh. Her tongue became ravenous, her eyes completely dilated as she looked up at you. A gaze you could only hold for a minute before your head was falling back in a scream. White hot ecstasy spilling over your body like a warm bath. Igniting everything in it's path and blurring out your vision. 

Every inch of you was taut with desire as the violent orgasm ripped through you. And the Lady drank in every last drop of you, drinking it in until you were a breathless mess in her hands. Panting as she lowered your body back down to her desk. The rich wood cool against the heat of your skin. 

"Mmh.. well, well.. aren't you a little treat." 

The sight of her catching her breath between your legs - through half lidded eyes - with your essence still shimmering all over her ivory skin. 

"You.. fuck." 

Lady Dimitrescu chuckled, rising to her full height and lit a cigarette. 

"Language, pet."

"S-sorry." 

You closed your eyes, not able to move a single muscle as you let the after bliss roll over you. Waves of warmth that could only make a person's toes curl. 

You felt a soft kiss to your forehead and her scent wash over you as the Lady made her way towards the door. 

"Take all the time you need to collect yourself, dear. I'll have one of my daughters bring you a glass of water."

"Mh.. thank you, my lady." 

"Think nothing of it." Alcina replied, a soft swish of her robe and the turn of a lock. "Oh, and be a dear and send the next one in on your way out, hm?"

***

♥️

[spaceless-vacuum]

Ok one hi I just found your blog I really love your stuff.

And two

I am surprised I have not found any yandere link universe x Lynel Reader

Can I request a

Yandere father link universe x baby cub foal Lynel reader

separate links

( I don't know what you call a baby Lynel so I am doing cub faol

They find the reader after they killed her father brothers or mother? ( Don't know if there a female one)

And they feel guilty and the little one has yet open her eyes and she impret on them so they take her to the group.

Who became the uncle's lol

Please and thank you

You immediately remind Twilight of the goats he used to raise in Orden and he's the first to rush to your side and help you out. He is the first one to start taking care of you and it's pretty immediately the way he attaches to you. The others run over to see what he's looking at and low and behold they accidentally skipped over something during their first initial glance. Time looks around the group and it's evident that with your parents now dead there's no one left to take care of you but them. They can't leave you be and who knows if there's any other Lynels even roaming this territory.

Even though a few voices in the group are hesitant. Wind is confused as to how this is going to work with everyone else in the group and Warrior is unsure as to how a monster would interact with others, but they warm up quickly and it's not to discourage the group from abandoning you, rather they have honest questions that end in answers. Twilight just glances at them, says he knows what he's doing seeing as he was a farmhand, and argues with the others about how they need to take you to a safer location. Here with them is safer than anywhere else so what's the harm in keeping you? After all Twilight is the one with all the experience with horses and other farm animals so how different can lynels be?

Wilds has all the answers for that question. He just starts infodumping about them. What weapons they use, how they fight, how to best approach them for combat and to sneak around, and Legend butts in saying he's the only other hero there to have faced a few. He did only fight three and they sure were tough but this is a baby and they can't go talking about how to fight lynels, I mean you're right there, it's rude. Overall Legend is more cautious than Wild but both find that their previous encounters don't spoil having you around at all.

Legend is unsure as to how he's supposed to interact but he quickly warms up after deciding you are the cutest thing ever to step foot into their group, even putting you over Wolfie. Although a baby Wolfie would be adorable he's no match. Legend will coo at you calling you a strong vicious monster and Twilight hates it soooo much. You're far too sweet and delicate to even get in a fight! Not vicious at all!! Legend bites back arguing that any creature that can break a shield is strong enough to be called a legendary beast; Wild then has to point out that he breaks shields all the time. Four says that doesn't count and Sky takes the role of the mam bird who rushes you away under his dial cloth while the others bicker.

Time and Warrior watch over your nap time while Sky holds you close to his chest.

Twilight gets defensive after a while of conversation about actual Lynels and not the baby they now have to care for and takes you from Skys arms to go find some milk and a cool spring to set you by. He reminds Legend that you're certainly not dangerous!! You're only a baby and you can't do any harm.

Sky is super interested in surface creatures but doesn't come off as anything other than a mother hen who pecks others when they get too close. He is the designated nap time guy at this point and gladly scoops you into his arms at any chance he gets.

Hyrule is more cautious but has admitted that he isn't afraid of you. He's just not sure how to approach you. He likes to watch you run around camp when you're awake and makes sure you stay out of trouble. Once he warms up to you he starts to braid flowers into your hair and makes your guys hair match for the day. 

Wild loves to take photos as keepsakes and memories.

Time adores watching you walk around camp wandering from person to person seeing who they are and what they're doing. Fierce for this part has vowed to protect his new person and jokes to Time that you're just like him when he was younger. Fierce wonders offhandedly what to do when the group gets into a fight. You're too young to be taught right now but the group is undoubtedly followed by death. He doesn't want you to get hurt but what if you rush into battle? What age do lynels begin to teach their young? He doesn't want to see you wielding a weapon anytime soon but is also aware that he might be able to when you're older.

Legend and Time are already cementing themselves into the role of your uncles. Legend is super hyper about having you around. He gets a kick out of how non hostile you are and loves to look after you and always accepts responsibility for you when no one else is around.

They all feel so bad about killing your dad at first but it fades quickly as they start to get attached. They're so much better for you anyways. They will teach you so much and if anyone complains about the hero's raising a lynel they'll simply teach them a lesson! It's so awesome having you around and everyone agrees Twilight will be the one to raise you long term.

When they wind up in his hyrule they help get you used to the area and pastimes like fishing and walking around so you get a better lay of the land. Hopefully it will start to feel like home to you. Twilight is hoping you'll get along well with the farm animals and is so happy to have you around. New dad unlocked.