#/so says me; a simp for my own muse-

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one room sugar life ! I COULDN'T FIND A VIDEO WITH FULL TRANSLATIONS FOR THE LYRICS 🥹 but egad a cute song with lyrics that are cute but actually pretty Concerning(TM) when you look a lil closer?? that is so hakunocore ....... the full lyrics rlly do be remindin me of hakuno and the mv's so cute so ofc i just had to remake a couple of shots with her !!!!! 🫶

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NEEDD someone to write more about simp!miles and how he finally asks reader out. I love him w the trope friends to lovers i definitely feel like he would try to ask his s/o out and fail to so many times😭😭

Jitters.

Simp!Miles Morales x Gn!Reader

“Oh my god you’re clueless.”

THIS WAS LIKE FIVE MINUTES ADTER MY CALL FOR POST LMFAOOO OKAY BBY I GOT U ‼️

2 + 1 Trope? Got that DOWN baby.

—

The first time Miles had ever met you, it had been the most bland, unimportant, nothing-burger of a day he’d ever been privy to living.

The weight of his classmates gazes settled uncomfortably, but familiarly, onto his back. The whispers they shared with one another having him strain to hear over the beating of his own finicky heart.

A boring, low effort slide show casted on a lazily erased white board was barely keeping him from falling asleep.

And yet his foot wouldn’t stop tapping, the nerves alighting something within him like sparks near a gas leak. The way his heart was beating wasn’t just from the whispers flown around he knows weren’t about him. (He couldn’t help it, what if they are?)

There was something else, like an anticipation boiling his blood vessels. Spidey-sense through the roof and heart rate accelerating.

He stanced his feet, twisting them slowly to shoot out of his seat when ready, as if a crazed, murderous version of him was going to burst the the door at any moments notice.

The handle twisted, his vision honed in, ears sharp-tuned to every movement the muse terry figure made.

And as the door swung open, the breath he was holding left him. Exasperation and amazement at the person in front of him, the harmless, beauty of a person.

“Ah. Mx.[Last Name], Pleasure of you to join us,” His Teacher snarked, adding a hasty ‘finally’ to the end under his breath.

Miles shot the man a dirty look before focusing back onto you, as seemingly everyone had.

You caught people’s attention from the get-go, aura leaking something trusting, something good. Like out of everyone in the world he could talk to, he knows you’d listen in earnest.

You made eye contact with him, your eyes glistening against the light of the projector, he almost sighed.

You looked away again, addressing your Teacher. “Sorry Sir, I didn’t exactly know where to go.” You politely laughed it off, disrespect to authority wasn’t exactly something you wanted on your track record the moment you got to this place.

“It’s—“ He dragged a hand down his face whilst you shuffled in your spot. “It’s fine. Just go sit next to uh.-“

Miles say up a little straighter, a silent competition with the other people in his class crawling for your attention.

“Miles. Morales raise your hand.”

He felt almost smug as he did Small huffs of disappointment coming from his undeserving peers. You smiled at him, waltzing over with a confidence he could only dream, and sat in the chair beside him. He watched you unpack your stuff as the professor drawled on, and when you caught his watchful eye, you waved.

He blushed. The whispers definitely weren’t about him now.

—

One.

You were putting you books in your locker when a small tap was placed upon your shoulder.

Catching your attention, you stuffed the remaining books inside carelessly and turned to face the subject of curiosity.

The boy you had sat next to your first date stood shuffling foot to foot before you. Nervously scratching his neck and kicking his Jordans.

“Hey I- Uhh.” He coughed, scared his voice would crack in front of you, he almost cringed at the thought. “I’m Miles-“

“Morales. I remember you.” You smiled sweetly up at him, you did remember him. It was no lie, he was kind of hard to forget. “Oh, you do?”

“I mean, you were the only one in that class willing to sit next to a stranger. And you were pretty nice about it too.”

“Uhuh, yeah, that’s me.” Only one willing? With a person like you showing up? The entire room was glaring at him.

“Thanks for that, by the way.”

You closed your locker and turned back to him.

“Yeah, no problem. It was no big deal, really.” He rushed out, your presence alone making him nervous.

“Anyways I-,” he cleared his throat again. “I was wondering if you’d y’know..” He looked at you through his thick eyelashes, god he was pretty. “I’d…?”

“Wannahangoutsometime.”

You stumped for a moment, trying to figure out what he’d just said before laughing lightly. He swears he saw heaven the second you’d smiled at him.

“Yeah we can hang out, right now actually!”

Grabbing his arm and walking with him as you chatted. His breathing stuttered, unprepared for your misunderstanding of his intentions, but okay with the outcome. Having your arm linked with his, pulling him wherever you wanted to go like some puppy. Giggling and whispering to him something he couldn’t pay attention to over the sweetened sound of your voice. He was pretty damn okay with it.

—

Two.

It had been around three months since you had met Miles. And although you hated the thought, you only had your mean professor to thank. So, kudos to him.

You were into the boy, no doubt. His charming personality additional to the kind of dorky thing he had going on, you loved it. A month after the initial meeting, he had finally got the courage to ask you to hang out with him. It was probably the most adorable thing you’d ever seen watching him stumble upon his words.

Now you sat with him on the rooftop of his apartment building.

A picnic blanket had been laid for the both of you by Miles himself, and his mother had made snacks.

You had just met his mother, Rio. The sweetest woman you’d probably ever met. And by the way Miles and Rio interacted, you could only think how good of a man he was.

You can always tell the intentions of a man, by his treatment of his mother.

“Your ma is really nice.”

“You think? She’s kinda protective of me.” He turned to look at you through his peripheral, leaving enough space it wasn’t obvious. “I think it’s cute, she cares for you, y’know?” You shifted yourself to face him, the Sundown light glittering against his smooth skin. He looked beautiful here, you thought. He looks beautiful everywhere.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Good, ‘s always good to know you’re loved.”

Miles’ heart stuttered in his chest, sucking in a quick breath and turning himself to face you.

“Mhmm.”

You looked up at him, leaning on your hand, drifting closer to him subconsciously.

He let himself drift as well, your voices quieting without either knowledge.

“Miles?” Your soft words questioned him, doey eyes gazing up at him, heart on your sleeve.

“I wanna—“ His sentence was cut off, a blaring siren sounding in his head, nerves.

“I think I might..—“

He huffed, mad at himself for being unable to speak.

“Do you want- Holy shit.”

You laughed, leaning back, a genuine glee in your eye.

“Do I want holy shit?-“ You giggled, he felt his heart flutter along with his disappointment (once more).

“-Not really, no.” You kept giggling, the serenity of your moment with Miles and his fumbling an apparent treat to you. He buried his face in his hands and groaned loudly. Only furthering your hysteria, “Leave me alone.” He dragged the ‘lone’ dramatically before flopping back against the blankets. Huffing and staring up at you from his spot. The smile on your face was a quick fix for his soured mood, not that it was that sour in the first place. But knowing a moment of undeniable spark like that, had you smiling and giggling after, even if it led to nothing. Had his hopes and his pulse rate rising.

—

Miles was head over heels for you. He was smitten, a total and complete dog for your affection. Sitting at home sulking when you weren’t there to hang out with him. Making you add his steam solely so he can play games with you.

A puppy of a man, god he wasn’t even ashamed.

“Dude, you just need’a ask ‘em out already.” Hobie served no help to his ever growing dilemma with you, but did serve to humiliate his seemingly non-existed romantic experience. “I’m *trying, man. They just keeps misunderstanding.” “Are they taking the hint?” “What hint?” He looked up from his slouched spot in his gaming chair. Spinning the thing in circles idly. “You haven’t given ‘em a hint?” Hobie blanched at Miles, like it was some obvious mistake.

“What. Hint.”

“Oh my god, Miles.”

—

He still didn’t get it, Hobie had explained his way of ‘hinting’ to someone he liked them. Through slight touches and subtle looks, a wink here and there. But not a cringey wink (Miles would argue they’re all cringey.), the ones where you feel like you’re part of a secret. This would be helpful to him, sure. If had hadn’t done everything with you already, except the winking, that is.

He did touch you, he did catch your eye when everyone else around looked away. He kissed your forehead and held your hand. You seemed borderline allergic to walking without you arm linked through his. All of there’s things that Hobie said were couple things, he’d already nailed. So why couldn’t you just.. date each other?

“I don’t know, it’s not like that.”

“But it is,” Hobie pointed to the centre of Mile’s’ forehead and flicked. “You guys are quite literally already dating.” “No, not really?”

“Oh my god you’re clueless.”

Hobie sighed, jumping off the bed and stretching his arms above his head. Miles grumbling a pouted ‘am not..’, Hobie settled him a look, taking a deep breath and continuing.

“Miles, mate, You both go to each other for comfort. You cry to each other, you find solace in one another. You touch and cuddle and sleep in the same bed.” He took another breath, seemingly needing a lot, “The only things you’re missing, are kissing each other for real. And calling each other your partners.”

“And if they end up saying no?”

“Then i’ll smash my guitar.”

Miles paused, considering the severity.

“Okay, okay i’ll do it.”

“Thank fuck.”—

—

+one

Miles had spent the better of an entire afternoon hyping himself up (and subsequently psyching himself out), before he finally had managed to make it your door and knock.

He was beyond nervous, the jitters in his bones crawling under his skin like spiders. Worse than normal, he observed.

A shuffle from inside your apartment had brought him back down to Earth. Everything suddenly becoming very real to him as you opened the door grumpily.

“Oh i’m sorry, did I wake you?”

“Oh, Miles!” Your pout had almost instantly been lifted, a smile grazing your face sleepily, it was so late, he shouldn’t have come.

“I’m so sorry- It’s late. I should—“

“No!”

“No?”

It was your turn to get bashful, twisting the hem of your shirt in your hands nervously. “Stay Miles.”

He softened, posture relaxing at your tone.

“Don’t want you running away again.”

That caught his attention. “Wha-“ “I was wondering when you’d finally show up outta’ the blue.” You glanced down to his lips then back. The amber in his eyes haunting your dreams, in such a welcomed way.

Miles couldn’t take it, with the way you spoke, so soft and fragile. To the things you were saying, confident and headstrong. He couldn’t fucking take it.

His hands shot up to your face, caressing the curves of your cheeks and slope of your jaw. The trails of hair behind your ears his fingers just grazed. He brought himself down to your height once more, standing on your porch step. Like some sappy rom-com.

“Tell me to stop.” He was near breathless. You didn’t, you didn’t say a thing. You simply carded your deft hands over thick curls, and pulled him down to meet you. His eyes fluttered closed and lips met yours. He felt like crying.

Like after the months of pining for you. For trying and trying for your love, for your affection, that everything in his life had only ever led to this one point. And everything farther was his happy ending. The spiders under his skin stopped crawling, settling into the crooks of his bones and finding home. He wasn’t shaking. He was still.

And as you pulled away to breathe, ogling up at him with nothing but love to give he smiled and laughed just like you did.

ITS FUCKING 3 AM I GENUINELY HAVENT SLEPT THIS IS SO CUTE

(he is ⬇️)

[notiddygothgf]

munch!

★ pairings: wakasa imaushi x f!reader

★ synopsis: waka loves his fiancee. especially when her legs are around his head.

★ content warning: smut, pwp, porn without plot, cute porn though, simp wakasa, oral sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, pussydrunk!waka, unprotected sex.

★ a/n: all my juicy bitches wya 😩😩 thought id do some fan service. enjoy!! mwah mwah xo

★ w.c.; 3.8k

mdni! smut beneath the cut

"YOU'RE SO FULL OF SHIT," Keizo hummed. "There's no way you actually, genuinely think that's a good way to live."

Shinichiro shrugged. "I'm just not a fan."

"Fan of what? Eating pussy?" Wakasa chimed in. The three men were lounging in the living room of Shinichiro's apartment, sharing friendly banter. "Don't be ridiculous."

"I like receiving better," Shinichiro retorted.

Wakasa couldn't possibly disagree more. "Just say you're bad at it, Shin."

"Shin, you sound like..." Keizo began. "You sound like one of those guys who just want to be included in the conversation, but you actually have like... no experience whatsoever."

"Eating pussy is so much better than getting blown, man," Waka mused. "I mean really, you're missing out."

"Take it from him," Remarked the largest of the three, who sat back in his chair with his legs spread wide. "He's a devoted munch."

"For enjoying giving my girl pleasure? Alright, dude." Wakasa rolled his eyes. "The way the girls' legs grip your head, the way she squirms... you're telling me you don't eat that up?"

Wakasa had a sort of reputation around these parts, although it wasn't like he didn't have anything to do with it. He adored his queen. His beloved fiance. It was no secret to anyone from one end of Tokyo to the other that she was the apple of his eye, and that he lived to please her to the furthest extent possible. However, in more recent times, he had made a name for himself. The name in question?

"You know what that makes you?" Keizo remarked with a sharp exhale. "A munch."

The two men were seated in the lounge shortly after a meeting. Their coworker and boss, Shinichiro Sano, sat just off to the side of them, watching the exchange with a shit-eating grin.

"What does that even mean?" Wakasa furrowed his brows. Sinking further into the couch, he reached into his vibrating pocket.

Shinichiro decided that now would be the perfect time to chip in with his own two cents. "A munch is, like, the male equivalent of a dickrider, obsessed," he answered, although it wasn't like anyone asked. "Someone who's all up in one girl's pussy – metaphorically and sometimes physically. Like you."

After a brief pause, Wakasa's weary lilac eyes scanned the illuminated text on his screen. "Rather be all up in one girl's pussy than be getting none at all," He retorted, holding the phone up to his ears. The tone of his next few words was virtually unrecognizable from that of his previous statement as he answered the incoming call.

"Hi, pretty baby," He greeted. "How are you?"

From the other end of the receiver, he could almost see the way her face scrunched together when she yawned. She paused, and then in that sultry, soft-spoken voice that drove him wild, she said, "Hi, Daddy."

Shinichiro's eyes widened as he leaned forward in his seat. Although Keizo's surprise wasn't as outward, even he couldn't hide the quiet chuckle that escaped when he dampened his lips with his tongue. Wakasa clutched the phone closer to his ear, turning away from the two men.

"I'm with the guys, baby, behave," he warned her, although his tone remained as soft as ever. "Is something the matter?"

He heard his precious girl sigh on the other side of the phone, followed by a quiet rustling sound. He wondered where she was right now. It sounded like she was in bed. If that was the case, he could already picture her in all of her sculpturesque beauty – tangled in the sheets of their queen-sized bed, heart-shaped lips parted ever so slightly, face dusted with a hue of pink that matched her pretty pink satin jammies. He wondered if, then, she would be wearing his hoodie. Fuck, just the thought of that had him squirming.

"Nothin's the matter, um..." His muse trailed off. He knew she was fiddling with her earlobe, just as she always did when she was deep in thought. "Jus... I jus' miss you."

If it were even possible, Wakasa felt his exterior soften even more. "I miss you too, princess."

"When are you coming home?"

If she asked him like that again – in that quiet, beautiful voice of hers – he would be coming home within the next few minutes, no questions asked. He didn't tell her that, of course. The two of you had spent the entire night indulged entirely in one another. His neck bore the battle scars of such an altercation; two small red hickeys which had been tactically placed by a devious little gremlin without his knowledge.

"Not sure, why?" He asked, fighting off his internal monologue which had memories of last night on replay in the back of his mind. "You need somethin'?"

"No," Was all she said. There was a brief silence, during which Keizo and Shinichiro resumed the conversation they had been having.

He heard her rustling around in the background again – his phone vibrated once, signifying a new message, but he didn't go to answer it – and then she said, "Look at what I sent you."

Wakasa obliged, like the munch he was, and opened the message. It was from her, of course. He'd expected that. What he hadn't expected though, was the image that awaited him when he entered the private message with her.

Immediately, he shielded the phone from his friends (who were, in hindsight, far too deeply immersed in their own private conversation about the politics of gender roles and derogatory nicknames to care ). Feeling heat crawl up the back of his neck and the corners of his lips twist into a grin, he fought to regain his composure.

"You took that just now?" He asked, a little more quietly than before. "Have you been waiting for me to come back all morning?"

"Mhm," The girl mumbled proudly. "And when you do come back, that'll be waiting for you."

That was all he needed to hear. Wakasa stood up from the couch and dusted off his shorts. "Be there in 15."

"Kay," you giggled, and that was the last thing he heard before you hung up on him.

Wakasa sighed, pocketing his phone, and then turning back to his two friends. "I gotta bounce," He called, interrupting their conversation to announce his departure. "I'll catch you guys later."

Keizo crossed one leg loosely over the other, throwing his arms along the backside of the couch. "The missus calls?"

The shorter man – who was already reaching for the doorknob – flashed a small grin. "What can I say? I'm like superman."

Shinichiro, who was now against one arm of his loveseat while his legs were thrown over the other, commented on Wakasa's choice of words. "More like Supermunch."

Wakasa ignored his comment, pulling open the door. "Suck me." .

"Oh fuck."

Wakasa groaned in response, although the noise was muffled by her thighs. Buried nose-deep in the world's wettest pussy, his grip was like a vice, strong hands digging into the girl's hips in such a manner that he knew his fingers would leave pretty purple bruises.

His thick, beautiful goddess. He loved everything about her. More than that, he loved eating her out. When he'd run his tongue over the most sensitive part of her, her whole body would twitch. Her hips, painted with stretch marks, were his handles. He adored the way her soft, supple body careened into his touch.

She tasted like heaven, and god, she was gushing for him.

He sucked gently on her clit, which was flushed red with arousal, watching in awe as the woman arched up off of the bed. He could see this show a thousand million times and he would still be just as enthralled as he had been the day he had taken her like this for the very first time. Pressing open-mouthed kisses to her pretty pink pussy, his tongue found its way down toward her dripping hole.

Leaving not a moment to waste, she gripped his disheveled ponytail by the root, pushing his head in deep enough for the tongue to slide right in – like it was meant to be there.

"Please," His fiancee pleaded, although he wasn't entirely sure what she wanted. She knew full and well that he wasn't planning on slowing down anytime soon. "Mnnnh-"

And, just to tease her, he withdrew, replacing his tongue with two damp fingers. "Feel good, sweetheart?" He murmured softly, just up against her red-flushed skin.

While he wasn't answered with words, the response he got was nonetheless gratifying. With a gasp and a desperate rut of her hips against his mouth, against the low vibration of his voice, she sent a message as clear as day.

He made no effort to stop her. Instead, adjusting his hands to grip the meat of her ass, he allowed the beautiful, frenzied girl to shamelessly ride his face. Her hips jumped up and down, rubbing her pretty little clit on his lips and his nose, smearing her juices all over his face. She shuddered, opening her legs even further, and arched into the warm, mushy mess he had created with his mouth.

She looked so fucked out like this, so ruined. Her head was thrown back, hair strewn haphazardly over the satin pillow, pink lips parted gently to make way for her trembling breaths. The little red babydoll she was wearing – what started all of this – complimented the undertones of her skin in such a way that it made his head spin. One of the straps hung loosely off of her shoulder, just barely exposing her breast. She was too much; he wanted to touch everything. To say he was enjoying the view would be an understatement. God, he could paint it if he could – on some Van Gogh shit, but if he were a porn addict.

Her smooth legs clamped shut over his ears. He huffed a satisfied little laugh before prying them apart and continuing to make a ruin out of the poor girl in the open.

Unfortunately, as he was only one man, he had to pull away for some air. He plunged two digits back into her, curling them up against that spot that would make her purr. He knew her body like the back of his hand, having memorized every curve, every crevice. Moving forward to continue lapping at her clit, he tried sucking in more air without having to stop. He never wanted to. He could hardly breathe but, fuck, he wouldn't mind going out like this: squished between his fiancee's thighs, feeling her warm essence drip down his chin while she cried out for him.

He couldn't take his eyes off her. The way she took his fingers so well, sucking them in and then clenching around them like she never wanted to let go. The way she gasped out his name over and over like a broken mantra. He could feel the heat of his own arousal straining against the seam of his boxers, but he didn't care. Being able to see her like this was more than enough.

With a gasp, he pulled back. "Fuck," he breathed. "You're purring like a kitten for me."

She carded a trembling hand through his hair, taking some of it into her small fist and tugging on it. He arched into the sensation. He loved the pain.

"Please," She begged again.

Though his fingers never stopped, he paused his desperate licking to draw the moment out even longer. An hour wasn't enough. He wanted to be inside of her all day, in perfect tune with the rhythm of her body, every arch, every stutter of her hips spurring him on. He rubbed the point of his index finger over her sweet spot, pulling her apart from the inside. "Use your words, princess."

Judging by the way her walls were beginning to spasm around his fingers, fun time was about to be cut short. He wanted more. No, fuck, he needed more. But honestly, he wasn't so sure that she could take anymore. Her eyes rolled back, slurred words and broken moans pouring out of her mouth a mile a minute while she struggled to hold on.

Deciding she had taken too long to answer, he dove back into her, parting her lips with his nose and then forming a light suction seal over her clit. He had to readjust himself to fit his fingers and his mouth in such a small space.

She felt so good inside, so warm. He could die in this pussy.

His fiancee gasped, "Waka, stop, 'm gonna cum."

His lips departed from the woman's dripping wet cunt, but only to roughly slide her ass closer to his face. Then, completely disregarding her previous please, he devoured her. His hair was beyond disheveled, tangled in her fist, while the rest hung in damp strands around his face.

He peered up at her hungrily, pulling back and greedily licking her off of his fingers. "Say my name like that again," he'd practically moaned, running his hands up and down your trembling thighs. The poor girl was shaking like a leaf in the breeze and he was reveling in it. "Say my name while you ride my tongue, baby."

"Mmmfuck– wait," She gasped. Her body, however, sent a different signal. She yanked his hair – hard, too – and trapped his head between her thighs. Those pretty little noises she was making increased in pitch and became more frequent within. She was near the breaking point, broken pleas of his name tumbling from her devilish lips. "Wait, wait... Waka, baby."

He wasn't planning on obeying her, moaning against her now abused clit while his lips and tongue alternated applying pressure on it. The pleasure coursing through his veins was enough to drive him wild – fuck, if she kept swallowing him up like that he was gonna cream his pants. She was getting loud and, to be frank, that was turning him on like crazy. He wanted to reach down and palm the ache between his legs, rut his hips down against the bed – anything to release some of the tension that was building between his legs – but he was far too enamored by the sight of her to take any attention away.

Head thrown back, hand gripping his blonde (and purple) tresses like a vice, back arched up off of the bed while that red babydoll dress slipped further off of her shoulders... she was a sight to behold. He never wanted to stop, never wanted her to stop moaning his name. He didn't care if the neighbors heard – hell, the whole building.

His tongue swapped places with his fingers.

The way she was mewling for him like a cat in heat made his heart run wild with desire. She was beautiful, so fucking pretty. She always was. But nothing compared to the way she looked like this, spread open for him like a mouth-watering buffet. He whined, feeling her tug harder at his hair. Her guts were clenching around his tongue like she wanted more. He knew it would only be a matter of time before he got what he wanted from her, so he removed his mouth from the girl's dripping cunt, allowing his fingers to work her open – an obscene mix of her juices and his spit glistening as it ran down his chin. Somehow, he found the strength to utter the words, "I need you to cum for me."

He had power over her at that moment, he knew he did. He had her rocking her hips back on his fingers like a desperate whore, chasing that sweet release she so desperately craved. When she slapped her hand over her mouth to keep quiet – because she had gotten a bit louder, to say the least – he quickly grabbed her wrists, pinning them down into the mattress. "Let me hear you, baby," He panted. "Let the whole building know who's making you feel good."

And he continued the downright slaughter of your pussy with his mouth this time.

"Daddy," the girl mewled, curling into herself. He'd been edging the poor thing around for far too long. He knew that. He just didn't care enough to stop.

It slipped out. It must have... Yet, still, when his fingers curled up against a particularly sensitive spot with all of the ease of a harpist plucking at the strings of her core, her lips spilled praise of his name. "Daddy!"

His smirk grew in size. He licked some of her off of his lips, and then hummed, twisting his fingers around. "That's it, princess. Such a good girl for me."

And then he could see something in the girl snap. The coil of her release snapped with all the power of an oncoming freight train, slamming into her in such a way that had her back arching up off of the bed. Her hips jolted up against his fingers and his tongue, lips chanting his name like a mantra while savoring the slow strokes of his long fingers against her gummy walls. He could feel the shock tear through her in waves, ripping trembling gasps from her lungs while she clenched around him.

"Baby," she mewled. "Oh, fuck, baby."

He slid his fingers out of the girl slowly, savoring the way her pretty pussy clenched over his fingers one last time before pulling out. Taking the soaked digits up to his lips, he sucked them clean. God, he would never forget how she looked right now, even if he'd seen it a thousand times before.

"Fuck, I wanna feel you," He shuddered, pushing himself onto his knees and then reaching for his tee shirt. Seeing her cum on his tongue like that was enough to drive him mad, dick straining hard against his pants. His lips found their way to hers in a messy clash of tongue and teeth, slick spreading from his face to hers while juices dripped down his neck. He pulled back, "Wanna feel you so fucking bad it hurts."

His beautiful fiancee sat up with uncalled quickness, small hands grabbing at his wrinkled shirt. That was all he needed to push the girl onto her back, promptly tugging the damp fabric over his head and tossing it somewhere to the side. When he turned back around, he caught the way her eyes studied the linework of his tattoos with newfound hunger.

She reached a pretty manicured hand out to rest on his abs, fingers splayed open, roaming the expanse of his ink. She traced the lines down to his abdomen, down to the junction between his hip and his pants – where his v-line was peeking out. He felt himself twitch beneath her touch.

"Don't be a tease," He breathed, although that breathless smile never wavered. He had to make a conscious effort to regulate his breathing. If he didn't restrain himself, god, he didn't even know what he would do to her. He had spent the whole ride over here fantasizing about her, about his pretty girl. He could do so many things, but there was so little time to do them. At least, that's what he'd been thinking before he felt her hand cup his erection through his sweats.

He let out a pent-up gasp that turned into a breathy chuckle. "Ah, fuck."

And then he pulled the girl into another bruising kiss, gripping her ass in his hands and pulling at the flesh like he was tearing into Thanksgiving dinner. Her hand pressed further into his crotch.

She parted from his lips to mumble, "Want you..."

"Yeah?" He breathed. It was getting hard to keep his composure when her hand was palming at him through his pants. His hands slid over her waist and gently cupped her face. "Where do you want me, princess?"

She laid back against the bed, arching her back down. Her legs remained folded against his waist. He quietly observed her, mesmerized by the woman and the way she welcomed him with open legs. Sighing blissfully, he lowered his hand to the warmth between her legs, which had begun to drip

Wordlessly, she brought her legs up onto the table. The man quietly observed her as she did so. He was mesmerized by the girl and the way she welcomed him with open legs. He hummed, lowering his hand to the warmth between her legs. "Right here, baby?" He asked.

Instead of answering, she reached for the waistband of his pants.

He left no time to waste, sliding them down over his hips with a hand at her back and letting her tug his boxers down below his thighs.

Immediately, she pushed her hips back against his, rubbing the head of his cock between her drenched folds. Something in him snapped, or rather, something was about to snap.

"Put it in, Daddy," she whined, and, fuck, when she was getting his cock wet like that he had no right to refuse her. The way she was so desperate even though she just came... he was going to get her pregnant one of these days.

He sighed, adjusting her legs around his waist, running his hands down her stomach – which rose and fell with every ragged breath – to rest on her hips. He let one hand move down towards his dick, wrapping around the leaking tip and then lining it up with her entrance. She was dripping all over him.

Before he could put it in himself, the girl slammed her hips back, sheathing the entirety of his cock in her heat.

"F-Fuck," He gasped, although it came out more like a whine. He let her set the pace at first, sliding back and forth in a way that had his head spinning. Her walls were so wet, so warm, so gummy. Fuck, it felt like he was melting.

Fucking into his dripping-wet fiancee, he couldn't fight the strangled moans that were ripped from the depths of his soul. "Fuck," He whimpered. He slowed down to savor the way her pussy sucked him in, and then pushed him out, and then sucked him in again. It made him dizzy. "Fuck, fuck."

"Mmm," the little devil chuckled. "Feel good?"

"So warm," he panted in response, sounding like a bitch in heat. "Oh fuck, I–" He angled his hips upward, bringing his hand over her cunt to roll his thumb over her clit, relishing in the way she cried for him. "I'm not gonna last long."

He'd never put it in so soon after eating it before. Fuck, the sensation was indescribable. He wanted to die like this – buried eight inches deep in her warm, wet cunt.

"Kay," she giggled. Then she moaned, "I want you to cum inside, okay?"

He knew that if even thought about getting to paint her insides right now he wouldn't last much longer. Hell, this would mark the fifth time he'd done it this week, even if it was only Tuesday. But, shit, whatever the princess wanted?

"Okay, baby."

Princess would get.

a/n: hey heyyyy, I hope you enjoyed it!!! if you liked it, you would loooove my other waka fics which can be found here.

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[hopelesswritergall]

His muse

A/N :So many people wanted it, so enjoy

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Aemond would not say he is obsessed. Does he go out of his way to see you? If you count coming to the museum only on the days you work? Yes, then definitely. He once asked what days you were working, which was an innocent question. He just wanted to know when he could show you some of his own drawings.. So now every Sunday morning and Wednesday midday he is sitting at a bench looking at the paintings, holding his sketchbook tilted so you can’t see what he is drawing, which infuriates you to some degree. You were curious as to what he could be drawing, seeming to be on a new page every single day you see him. How many variations of one painting can a single man make?

It was Sunday morning and you had just taken your place in your designated room. Checking to see if the alarms were all working, getting some water and then it was a waiting game. Waiting for that usual guy, Aemond you had recently learned, to show up. You didn’t quite know what intrigued him this much about the painting, but alas, a customer is a customer after all. It was just 10 minutes after opening that you heard the oh so familiar sound of his leather boots on the floor. The way the light that was supposed to be on the paintings almost seemed to gravitate towards him, as if he was the main attraction. You gave him a quick nod and greeted him politely. “Goodmorning Aemond, coming to see the same paintings again? For the twentieth time, it must be already.”

“But of course, the art always seems to be a little different each time I visit. It’s worth it, the paintings inspire me.” he would say as he grabbed his little sketchbook and supplies.

“To everyone their own I suppose. We are hosting a competition by the way, it is about artwork inspired by paintings here! Why don’t you submit your work? You’ve been practicing so long, I’m sure you will win.”

He would’ve loved to, just to see your excitement, but the only problem is that his drawings weren’t inspired by the paintings. They were inspired by his muse. You

“Oh well I don’t think that is such a great idea….” He would mumble, almost inaudible.

“Oh come on, I’m sure it isn’t that bad! Just show me, I’m sort of the jury, I can find you some advice in advance.” You offered to him, while speaking you had ascended from your chair and started to walk over to where he was sitting. Aemond however hadn’t noticed this yet, it was only when he looked up to study you some more that he noticed you weren’t at your usual place. He then felt a presence looking over his shoulder and he quickly shut his book. But it was too late, you’d already seen it. Now you would probably get a restraining order against him, finding him a creep, a weirdo perhaps even a freak. He was preparing himself to get yelled at. But to his surprise it never came.

Instead you pointed out “My hair isn’t exactly that colour. It’s a bit off, but it was a pretty drawing!”

“You aren’t freaked out? Creeped out by it?”

“Should I be? I think it rather endearing that out of everything that we have in this museum you pick me to draw! I think of it as a compliment!”

“Well you are kinda my muse after all… I just felt this connection the first time I saw you, and then I couldn’t help but draw you, and then again and again…”

“How about we go for a drink? After I’m done working? The white stag perhaps? And after that we could discuss a perhaps more professional drawing session. Where I’d model for you. How does that sound?”

“What time do you get off?”

[yanderepuck]

Kinktober Day 8

AND WE'RE BACK FOR A FOURTH TIME. It's that lovely time of the year where I write mediocre smut with no plot for a whole month. So sit your ass down and take a few minutes to read some smut.

As always, kinktober is held by our local Napoleon simp, @xxsycamore

If you'd like to read the last three years, go here

Remember to reblog and tell me what you think

Workplace Sex | Sex in a vehicle

Opening night was over and everything was a success. You and Will are the last ones at the theater, making sure everything is where it should be and to lock up.

You just finished your rounds and you sit on some props back stage, letting out a huge sigh of relief.

"Finally. Done," you yawn and look around, trying to listen to figure out where Will is. "What time is it?" You mumble to yourself. It's got to be close to midnight.

You hear footsteps and start to stand up. Once you are up Will is standing right next to you.

"Many thanks," he kisses you.

"I'm glad to help," you smile. You push one of his longer pieces of hair out of his face.

Will sits down on the floor to relax for a bit. "Did thee enjoy the play?"

"I did!" You sit back down next to him. "It was so romantic. The way the two characters loved each other was beautiful."

You sigh happily and lay back. You look up at the ceiling where there's a bunch of ropes and lights hanging. The lights are dimmed until the two of you have and turn them off the rest of the way.

"I was really surprised by the one scene."

"Hm? Which one?"

He looks at you a little concerned, not sure if it's a good surprise.

"The love scene. In a lot of plays, the writers just allude to them having sex, but you come out and say it. I would have thought the people of this time would find that scandalous."

Will can't help but laugh. Did you offend him? Or did you get it wrong? Are you remembering the play right?

"Writing those scenes is nothing new to me," he lays down on his side propping his head up from his elbow. "I wrote them even in my own time."

"You did?" You are quickly trying to remember all his plays at once, trying to think of another time he has done it.

"It has been some time. For that I have you to blame," he closes the gap and kisses you.

"Me? But why me?"

"You are my muse," you quickly see a smirk on his face before he gets on top of you, kissing you again. "Who else would make me wish to write scenes so 'scandalous'?"

"I can't possibly be that inspirational," even though you are fully aware he only started to write romances again because of you.

"Oh you are," his hands find yours, interlocking your fingers and holding them against the wooden floor. "Why not inspire me more?" His two colored eyes look down at you, teasing you, telling you what to do.

You lean up and kiss him. He kisses you back harder. You match his roughness. No. You get rougher. It becomes a battle of who is rougher.

Will holds your hands tighter. You tilt your head, opening your mouth into the kiss. Starting to moan, your body lifts off the floor to press against his.

You try to break your hands away. The first tug didn't work but the second tug did. He let your hands go so he could touch your body, pulling up your shirt.

Your hands graze across the front of his pants, wanting to feel how hard he is. You hear a hitch in his breath. Your fingers go to the waist of his pants trying to get them off.

The kiss finally breaks when you're both starting to undress.

"Let us use the bed," he sits up, pushing hair out of his face.

"The bed? Isn't it just a prop?" you look over, it's not that far away from you, but is it stable?

"It is safe," he stands up and pulls you to your feet. When the bed isn't needed for a play it is normally covered in boxes and other props. It can definitely hold some weight.

Leading you to the bed, you ditch your shirt along the way. You quickly sit on the edge, your hands getting his pants undone and to the floor. As you scoot back onto the bed you kick your skirt off and watch him lift his shirt over his head.

By the time you are settled he is on top of you, between your legs and ready. He kisses you again and spreads your legs wider. You feel his tip press against you.

You try to move closer, trying to get his tip in you.

"You were so tired, but now," he chuckles.

"J-just hurry."

I'm a swift motion his cock slides into you. You had gotten wet so quickly that he slid all the way in no issue.

Your arms wrap around him, keeping him close. His cock slid in and out with ease. Your moans quickly pick up, echoing through the empty theater.

He lifts one of your legs and thrusts rougher.

"Ahh! F-fuck!"

His hand runs through your hair, pulling it as he goes. The bed creaks under you, but with Will so deep in you it's not even on your mind.

"Seeing your face when you're filled gives me all the inspiration I need."

"W-Will," you moan his name, you nails going across his back.

"Louder," he smirks and leans in to talk in your ear. "The back row needs to hear you."

He tugs your hair more while his other hand grabs your hip, shifting you slightly.

"Will!" You buck your hips up for him, and claw at his back. You start panting

"Good girl," his lips move from your ear down to your neck, starting to kiss you there. "Now say your next line."

He tugs your head to one side while his tongue glides across your neck.

You pause for a moment, not quite sure what he's asking for you to say.

"Y-your cock feels so goo-ahh!" Before you can finish your sentence Wills fangs pierce into your neck. The pain barely lasts a second before you get overwhelmed with pleasure to the point of cumming.

Your nails dig into him while you tighten around him. He keeps going, getting rougher as he feels himself getting closer.

"Ungh..ahh Will, give me y-your cum."

Just as he removes his fangs from you, he thrusts into you roughly, emptying himself into you. His fingers dig into your hip and only release once he's done.

The two of you lay there panting, trying to get yourselves together before you try finding the energy to collect your clothes.

"Don't we have to come back here tomorrow? Why don't we just sleep here," you grumble, not wanting to get up.

Will chuckles and sits up, starting to get off the bed. "I shall call us a carriage so you don't need to walk."

[morning-star-joy]

ahhh congrats on the 700 followers!!! 🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅🦅 proud member of doni nation 🫡🫡🫡 🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

okay in terms of drabbles may I please request ashwah universe drunk kisses........ i mean in my most humble of opinions, it just seems correct after joel not getting to kiss her last time he was drunk!!!

also....

i am once again asking for some sub!Joel 🤲🤲🤲 I feel like this is maybe saying too much about me that it's the second time i'm requesting this BUT idc okay ashwah joel would ABSOLUTELY switch positions willingly and eagerly because he is a shameless simp!!!! so like just a crumb of ashwah sub!joel i beg 🤲🤲

literally no pressure to write either of these!!!!! and congrats again 💖💖

LOKJIUH!!! My god you made me laugh SO fucking hard with the doni nation and the EMOJIS BAHAHAH PLEASE!! And the Bernie meme, it's crazy how much I love you my friend. Heheheee I am once again taking your LOVELY request! And lucky for both of us, the muse was hella flowing, and I ended up incorporating drunk kisses and some ASHWAH sub!Joel. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing!!! Love you so much and thank you for your support and for always making me smile and laugh!

Pairing: Joel x F!Reader, established relationship, set in the ASHWAH universe

Warnings: 18+ MDNI Shameless Smut, unprotected p in v, drunk sex, fast desperate sex, dirty talk, grinding, dom!Reader, sub!Joel, Joel begging for it, creampie, pet names (sweetheart, darlin', mi luna for Reader, baby for Joel)

Wordcount: 1.4k

“Joel—”

“C’mere, darlin’,” Joel mumbled as his lips sought yours again while you both stumbled through the front door of his house that was now your home as well, months after you had given into what had been building between you in front of his fireplace.

“Mm,” you hummed, head tilting back as you tried to pull away to close the door, but he was grabbing your hand and pulling you back to him, his tongue pushing into your mouth to kiss you sloppily, desperately, and you laughed, teeth clashing with his as you mumbled, “Joel. Joel. I need to close the door.”

Joel huffed as you managed to wiggle out of his grip, closing the front door before he pushed you right up against it, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling your body flush against his, your hips rolling forward by reflex when you felt the press of his erection through his jeans against your own.

You could taste the whiskey he had been drinking all night in his mouth, and you sighed, head tilting to the side to give him easier access as he pulled back to press open-mouthed kisses down your neck, tasting your skin with a quiet moan.

“You’re so fucking drunk,” you mumbled, even as your hips continue to roll against his, pulling more moans from deep within his chest as he grabbed your hips, guiding your grinding before he leaned up to rest his forehead against yours.

“So are you,” he muttered with a sly smirk, and you groaned, shaking your head at the memory his words brought to mind, of his moment of giving in to jealousy when you had gone on a date.

“You want me to put the skirt back on, Joel?” you whispered, smirking up at him as he tilted his head back with a moan at the picture you were painting. “Don’t have to wear anything under them this time. Just that little skirt bunched up around my waist and your big cock inside of me.”

“Fucking hell, sweetheart,” Joel groaned, ducking his head back down to kiss you with a new desperation. “Keep talking like that and you’re gonna make me cum in my goddamn jeans.”

“I’ll clean you up if you do,” you murmured, tracing his lips with your tongue, and he pulled back so fast you almost felt disappointed until he leaned over, wrapping his arms around your knees and throwing you up over his shoulder.

“Joel!” you cried out, laughter bubbling from your throat as you smacked his back and held on for dear life while he tried to walk towards the stairs but stumbled a few times. “Joel Miller, if you fucking drop me down these stairs I am going to end you.”

His laughter joined yours then, so deep and carefree that it made you feel warm with a happiness you’d never experienced before him.

Realizing he wasn’t going to make it up those steps, Joel turned, heading towards the living room to lean over and lay you gently, albeit a bit clumsily, onto the couch.

When he unbuttoned your jeans to tug them down with your panties before reaching for his own pants, you laughed again, smiling widely at his arched brow in question as you teased, “No more clothes off than necessary. Just like the good ol’ days, huh?”

Joel chuckled, shaking his head as he pushed his own pants down, pulling his cock free of its fabric constraints before leaning over you with a mumbled, “Shut up.”

But you were pulling back from him, rising from the couch and meeting his look of disappointed confusion with a cheeky grin as you pushed your bottoms down all the way, leaving them discarded on the floor as you murmured, “Sit back, cowboy. Let me take charge here.”

Joel’s eyes widened, and you could see his chest freeze in the same moment his breath caught audibly in his throat. Then he was adjusting himself to sit back on the couch, large brown gaze completely glazed over as you stepped forward, taking his cock in hand and leaning over to spit down onto it, feeling your pussy ache with a need to have him inside of you as he moaned, cock twitching just from the feeling of your saliva on it while you stroked it over him.

You climbed into his lap, lifting yourself up as you aligned him to your entrance, teasing yourself over him a few times, letting him stretch you a bit before pulling out and getting even more drunk off the way he started to writhe, mumbling incoherent things that grew louder with each pass of the head of his cock sliding just barely into your slick heat and then out again.

“Oh god, please,” Joel whispered, grabbing your hips tight in his large hands even as he didn’t try and direct you, didn’t rush you, just letting you have this moment of control. “Darlin’, fuck, please. I need to feel you, need to be inside you, mi luna, god—”

It was the affectionate nickname that had you giving in, sinking down onto him slowly and letting out a breathy sigh as Joel’s head fell back against the top of the couch, the loudest whimper you had ever heard from him lingering in the air as you rocked your hips down until you were fully seated.

“Jesus, fuck, goddammit,” Joel was muttering curses between fast, heavy breaths, and you knew he wouldn’t last long at all tonight.

So you set a fast and brutal pace, bouncing on him as you grabbed his chin, directing his face up so his eyes met yours, licking your lips as you whispered, “You like it when I put you in your place, Joel? Like it when I use your cock to get myself off?”

“Yes,” Joel whined, his hips rolling up to meet yours, and you felt his cock twitch, knowing he was about to cum from your seductive taunting and the way you were riding him.

But then he surprised you, reaching a hand down to place his thumb on your clit, rubbing quickly and making your hips jerk forward, your own mouth falling open with whimpers as your eyes squeezed shut, focusing on the way he could still work you so perfectly, even when he was nearly drunk out of his mind with alcohol and lust.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” you whispered, biting your lip as you rocked your hips desperately, losing any kind of pace as you felt your orgasm about to hit. “Gonna use your thumb to come all over your cock, baby, fuck!”

You gasped, eyes flashing open to stare up at the ceiling as your hips jerked forward, body overcome with the waves of an intense orgasm that almost made you miss what Joel was saying.

“I gotta—darlin’, fuck, please,” Joel was whimpering, and you blinked a few times, pulling your face back down to see him wild-eyed and desperate as he asked you, “Where?”

“Oh,” you sighed, leaning down to press your forehead against his as you whispered, “Cum inside me, Joel.”

You had barely said his name before he was bucking up into you, grunting loudly as his cock pulsed deep inside you, his cum filling you up in a way that only had happened that night in front of the fireplace, and a few other mornings when you both were far too sleepy and content to do otherwise.

His face leaned up, lips meeting yours in more sloppy kisses, the affection in them palpable and making you smile lazily as you melted into his embrace when he tugged you down to lay on the couch with him, his cock still inside you, keeping you full of his cum as he nuzzled his face against your neck.

Joel was mumbling something now, but it was practically gibberish, and he didn’t have the energy to keep you with him as you slid off of him, moving to go get a washcloth and clean yourselves up before you would have to find a way to get him upstairs into bed post drunken fuck.

When you did manage to get yourselves cleaned up and into bed, you snuggled into his chest, unable to help but smile as you hoped he’d let you take control like that again sometime.

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[toomuchracket]

Still not over bring your gf to work day for bday party. That blurb has fully wormed its way into my daydreams.

then let's continue that vibe!! the random bits of you talking ends up being a kinda recurring feature on the album, because while the boys are all tracking instruments together in the main area you're curled up on the sofa writing your own stuff and they just keep the tape running the whole time even when they're chatting to you and asking opinions; matty sneaks you giggling into an upbeat-wintering style song, and the whole album closes with you saying "guys that was so much fun. can we do it again?", which you're a bit overwhelmed by ("me!! closing an album!! matthew i love you but you're mental") but everyone loves. speaking of you writing, actually - adam gets a really good pic of you and matty sitting with notebooks on opposite sides of the room, looking sneakily at the other and smiling when you make eye contact, and he posts it like "having a muse-off", which is so cute, and actually it turns out that you've accidentally picked up some of matty's turns of phrase and some of the lyrics to the new album and unintentionally incorporated them into your own work. but your boyfriend LOVES that, loves the fact you're making your own separate works that reference and are intrinsically linked to the other, and while they're technically standalone works they're really only fully understood together/by each other, much "like you and i, darling". the others affectionately (even if ross does rip the piss out of you both for being simps) dub the whole studio experience as "the summer sessions of love", because the atmosphere is always very sweet and loving and just so light when you're there with matty, a really good vibe - not that you're constantly smooching or whatever (although you kinda are lol), but matty's a lot more relaxed and open when you're around, which is beneficial to the process. idk. it's just really cute <3

[moonlit-imagines]

I’ll Be Loving You Forever

Steve Harrington x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Hello!! Congratulations on 6K followers!! 🥳 Can I please request a song prompt fic for Steve Harrington x romantic!reader + I'll Be Loving You (Forever) by New Kids On The Block, please? Thank you so much!!! x”

“Stop staring at them, idiot.” Robin swatted Steve on his bicep, knocking him straight out of his daydream.

“Should I propose to y/n?” Steve immediately asked her, looking over to see her dumbfounded expression.

“No, Steve! You’re nineteen!” She swatted him again, making him laugh and flinch at the same time. “It’s like you purposely want to doom your relationships, why am I even helping you?”

“Come on, my parents were engaged at nineteen.” Steve defended, reasoned to his best friend who was not having it. You all have enough going on as it is, let’s add a proposal to this mess.

“Yeah, your parents weren’t living an apocalypse, either.” Robin continued her job she had nearly forgotten since Steve decided to say ridiculous things to her, now she had to catch up on her sandwich and snack making. “Come on, Steve, we’re trying to help people now, you can tell y/n how badly you want to spend the rest of your life with them on your own time.”

“You know—” Steve was immediately interrupted with a groan.

“Here we go.” Robin sighed and he shook his head, carrying on.

“As I was saying, I think proposing now would bring some light to our very bleak lives. Plus, we could all die soon. I’d prefer to die engaged.” Steve explained to her, who was pretending not to listen. I mean, she was really trying. “Forever might not be that long, you know?” Robin looked up and over at Vickie folding clothes at the donation table across from them, replaying Steve’s words in her head.

“Yeah…yeah, you might be right…” She mumbled. “You got a ring?”

“Wait, so now you’re on board? What—” Steve looked at you once more, then to your right where Vickie stood. “Oh. Wow, Robin. Did I put it into perspective for you?”

“Sure did, Harrington.” She paused while spreading grape jelly across her current slice of bread.

“My grandma left me a ring. It’s in my room, I should do it tonight.” The two friends looked at their muses, both blushing, and turned to each other. “I’m gonna do it tonight.”

“Should I tell Vickie tonight?” Robin asked, immediately regretting the idea. “No, nope. That’s dumb. Still not ready for that conversation.” Steve raised his eyebrows, reacting to Robin’s hopeless demeanor. “Don’t make that face, you know exactly why I’m waiting.”

“You wait as long as you need, Rob. But I know I’m gonna love y/n forever. I’m ready to do this.” Steve smiled at you once you caught him staring, giving you a little wave. You blew a kiss back and giggled with your friend, Vickie.

“He seems to love you a lot.” Vickie told you between snickers. “You’re really lucky.”

“Think so?” You retorted, pretending to ignore his gaze once more.

“Oh, definitely. I wouldn’t let that one go. Especially not now. Not many people would stick around for something like this.” She motioned around the room.

“That’s just the way he is, he’s got a good heart.”

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[themushroomgoesyeet]

It's time ladies and gentlemen

Arcana characters as Disney's Hercules

I promise not all of these are gonna be Disney themed lol I'm just a Muriel simp (if you couldn't tell) and when I originally came up with the Disney princess idea Muriel as Hercules started rotting a hole through my brain so here we are! Also, we're gonna get some side character/familiar action here as well, yay!

Asra, Nadia, Julian, & Portia - the muses

Are there other characters that these four could fit? Probably

Am I going to fit them there? No

Someone needs to be the muses, and I choose these 4

From left to right (since none of the muses are named) Portia, Julian, Nadia, & the last two get subsumed into Asra

Idk I think they'd have fun jamming out & watching Muriel do his thing

Lucio - Hades

Oh god I can hear the Lucio simps screeching at me in the comments already

But consider: am I wrong tho

Let's face it bro is the villain in every route but his own and the cynical, "better than thou" personality that they both share just fits so well

Plus this version of Hades is a Satan analog who makes binding deals with others for his own benefit, and doesn't that sound like a certain devil we all know?

Not to mention both of them are trying to escape the realms they've been assigned & make themselves god king of everything

Two words: ✨anger issues✨

Morga - Phil

And now we get to the fun characters outside the M6

I will admit, Phil is a lot nicer than Morga, but jaded older mentor figure trying to make up for failed prodigies fits

Plus, Morga was Muriel's mentor in his route

I feel like both also fit into the role of proud parent figure by the end of their respective stories

And both are disapproving of their pupil's romances lol

Inanna - Pegasus

Admittedly Inanna is a bit more no-nonsense than Pegasus is, but she can still be goofy and fun when she wants to

Incredibly supportive of their human companions, important assets in battle, their appearance started the main character on a path for a better and more fulfilling life

Not much else to say here it just works

Vlastomil and Volta - Pain & Panic

Honestly idk if I can fit Vulgora and Valdemar into the Hercules narrative, but at least I could get these two in here

Vlastomil is Pain and Volta is Panic; I realize both could probably fit into Panic's role as they are the more timid and mild mannered courtiers, but I've chosen things this way because Volta is a little bit more flighty and afraid to commit crimes like Panic, where as Vlastomil is a bit more bold (when he's allowed to be) and better fits Pain

There's also the whole shape shifting deal they can all do

Khamgalai - Zeus

This one.....is a bit weird ngl, I'm still not quite sure about it

Honestly this is the ONLY time I will conflate someone so near & dear to my heart with Zeus

Mostly this all fits into the "detached/secret family member" archetype

And....I mean Zeus in this narrative at least is actually very kind & caring, as well as a proud dad which is similar enough to Khamgalai to work ok

Plus they both act as a guide for the main character when they're trying to find/drifting away from the plot a little bit

Merf (my MC) - Meg

Ok

I know what you're thinking

And I'm going to state once again that I am a huge Muriel simp

My MC is also a self insert, and for as long as I can remember I've always identified the most with Meg, more than any of the other Disney women

Anyone who has read my fic, seen the stuff I've posted about my character either on this blog or others, or even just talked to me on the arcana discord started by @iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia can probably see that our personalities are very similar

Meg is very special to me as a character and I'm literally writing a post about mashing together my beloved and one of my favorite Disney movies, I'm not apologizing for conflating her with myself

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Comte’s Drama CD: Track One, Prologue

Since I got the Comte drama CD and there’s nobody around to stop me from inflicting that on everyone else, it’s time.

The premise of the entire recording is that MC and Comte spend a day together, so it’s basically Comte non-stop simping for nearly an hour. As you can imagine, I had an excellent time and I hope you will too.

I will say I did enjoy a few of the tracks more than others, only because he’s the most dramatic man alive and I love him. His head is empty and he’s the only one for me!!! More seriously though, there are also a lot of sweet moments that really speak to how vulnerable and real he is with her--and I’m always really drawn to that duality in him. Yes we all mask the true nature of who we are to a degree, but I think there is something to be said for the effort he makes to be honest with her; especially considering how deeply rooted that instinct to conceal is for him.

Without further ado, I will go through each track with little snippets of actual dialogue in the CD. Please note again, I am by no means a professional or a perfect translator; I’m just too obsessed to be stopped. 

The rest is under the cut to avoid spoilers, also because it’s long meta/squealing fest:

So the first track is called “Prologue” and as you can imagine it is exactly as it sounds. There really isn’t a whole lot to this one, as he basically recaps all the things we learn in his main story route. I do want to comment mostly on the beginning and the end of it though, since it’s exceedingly cute and makes me want to kiss him.

His spoken lines at the beginning are as follows:

So this is where you were. Were you looking at the moon from the balcony?

…Indeed, it’s true. It’s hard not to be captivated by such a beautiful crescent moon.

Usually it would be time to go to bed, but it’s such a lovely moonlit night. Let’s stay up a little late tonight.

We could have a glass of wine, or play a game? What would you prefer?

...huh? You want me to tell you a story?

Like. There are so many moving parts here, I don’t even know where to begin. The fact that he’s always seeking her presence (this can easily be corroborated by dozens of event stories). The way that he’s also drawn to the moon, the little silence there speaks to his thoughtfulness and musings of his own that are unknown to us. What does it evoke for him? Is he, too, reminded of the night they first met (hoping MC is thinking of the same)? Can you tell the thought alone is killing me?

The fact that he wants to spend that time with her, lingering beside her and unwilling to part. The way he always gives her a choice, always wants to know what she wants too. The audible surprise when he’s like ????? Storytime? And mind you I don’t think it’s because he thinks it’s immature, rather that he wasn’t expecting it. In a life surrounded by people--both purebloods and humans alike--that are entertained by so little, it’s heart-warming to be with someone who looks for something deeper, something closer to the soul. That, in a way, she’s asking for the gifts of his mind and voice, two things entirely unique to him.

I weep.

He goes on to say:

(his laughter SOBS) That’s a very sweet request…not at all, of course I don’t mind. 

I am neither a playwright, nor a novelist. I don’t know if I can tell a good story.

I hope I can fulfill my princess’ expectations.

…Hm, what should I talk about?

Well then…what about a man who lives forever?

So many things going on here, and no I will not remove my commentary because it’s essential to recreating the experience for the poor souls who will never hear the majesty of his seiyuu’s acting. Truly Horie-san exists to bring Comte to life and I hope he knows I owe him a blood debt.

ANYWHO so like. The way he’s delighted to indulge her (screaming and crying and throwing up why is he so cute??????). But not only that, the self-conscious bent of how he says “I don’t know if I can tell a good story.” I feel like it’s easy to forget that Comte is very much the type of person who prefers to blend into the background; he doesn’t seem to like or be in the habit of drawing a great deal of attention. He likes MC’s attention but I think that’s not really comparable, he’s very specific about who he shares himself with/seeks attention from.

Also I will say. I’ve never really been the type to like the term of endearment “princess” (he literally says hime in the CD) but. Because it is Comte and his adorable face that I want to squish between my hands, I will allow it. He’s a silly goose and he’s more than enough, I love him sm.

Following that he goes into his life up to that point, and because a lot of it is a bit repetitive I might leave bits and pieces out. I do want to highlight a few lines--mostly because they give insight into his character construction that might not have been as obvious in the main story.

A long time ago, so far away that even memories can grow dim…a man was born into a certain aristocratic family.

The family had a great secret. They weren’t human--they were pureblood vampires.

A person who was born with the promise of eternal life.

A person who had the capacity to pursue every pleasure in this world forever.

…But there are always two sides to everything.

…The endless life was, in other words, a prison made of time.

To have met and parted countless times with his loved ones,

The man’s chest ached with loneliness, overwrought by the emptiness.

He had no choice but to watch the world pass him by in endless hours.

I think there is. Something so haunted and fascinating in the words “But there are always two sides to everything.” Even more so because in his literal main story, he openly says “The brighter the light, the deeper the shadows”; always returning to this idea that all things in life are dual in nature. For all that you see one quality, the opposite exists as well. Interesting too because I feel like it explains a lot of his deep-seated anxieties about waiting for the other shoe to drop. Where love exists, loss exists as well. Where joy exists, so does pain. Where fulfillment is possible, so is emptiness. I think it makes a lot of sense that, when you live in an endless expanse of time, perhaps the scariest aspect of it is the constant fluctuation and change. Life is fun when things are going well, but what happens when the painful parts stretch so long? How do you cope?

Just things that keep me up at night yk.

I also think it’s fascinating the way he speaks about his immortality. In Leonardo, we see him address it as something that is monstrous and unnatural. He feels it is an abomination, something to be rectified or removed, almost. Comte doesn’t seem to share that view entirely. He says “He had no choice but to watch the world pass him by.” The removal of agency here is something that I want to highlight. Leonardo sees immortality and his identity as something that has to be reviled; there is a self-retaliatory nature to it in my view. Since he can’t fight against it, he fights against himself. Comte’s words speak more to dissociative terror; to force disconnection from your own body/mind because the pain of your entrapment or the threat to your life is so great. And tbh it’s brilliantly tied back to his lifestyle.

Comte uses the repercussions of his trauma two-fold. To seek out parties and novelties on one level expertly cloaks him in the mien of someone who is a devil-may-care product of overwhelmingly sustained privilege. But on another, I think it’s reasonable to argue that he seeks these things out with two other motives in mind; protection and grounding. He openly tells MC that his greater motive in attending parties is to seek out information to understand who to support on the world stage. This tells us that he does operate on a political level, if only to ensure the safety of his family--but I suspect it is also his way of moving the tides of fate around him in more benevolent directions. Furthermore, keeping himself engaged in something ensures that he is not left alone with his thoughts for too long and keeps him rooted in the present moment, something he also admits to struggling with. (And is a core feature of more extreme dissociation, the endless struggle to live in the present moment.)

I suppose I’m just incredibly interested in the way Leonardo regards himself with such self-hatred and revulsion, where Comte just seems so…removed. Not that Comte is empty of self-contempt, only that it does not feel quite as charged as Leonardo’s. I guess for me it more evokes the image of a child locking himself in a secret hideaway. Where Leonardo lashes out, Comte is the opposite; he retreats/hides. The only time he chooses to fight is when he’s protecting someone else (screams and cries, pls don’t get me started on his righteous fury I could go on for years, every time I remember Jeanne’s rt I’m 👌🏼 close to sobbing).

I also still don’t know how to reconcile the fact that his room is deadass filled with hourglasses (bruh), yet he says “…The endless life was, in other words, a prison made of time.” Like. Something something is his room considered the prison made of time ????? Because if that’s the case my god I’m throwing them all out. Then again it could be his attempt at controlling that which he fears, which I can respect considering I too delude myself into thinking I can control shit I can’t to face the impossibilities of the universe…

After that, Comte starts to explain the agreement he and Vlad made. Honestly it really is a summary for the most part, but there is a section I find worth discussing:

They wanted to create a person who would not die, and would continue to shine with their unique talents.

Without realizing how arrogant it was, they tried to find meaning in this life lived forever.

But…it didn’t go well.

Until there was a sizable rift between the old friends--and they parted ways.

They both loved humans, and worried about their future…they should have felt the same way.

…regardless, all that was left was a door that could cross time and space freely.

What I find interesting about all this is how Comte processes the conflict that transpired between them. Granted there is always the possibility that he’s not addressing everything he’s feeling (the man is REPRESSED) but there’s something that stands out to me when he says “they should have felt the same way.” I feel like when people have a fight with someone they tend to be pretty preoccupied that the other side was wrong; Vlad certainly is desperate to prove he was in the “right.” Comte doesn’t seem interested in that at all. He seems more confused, as if he simply doesn’t understand who Vlad is anymore. Like he doesn’t recognize the person who once cherished human life as much as he did (which I do have some contention with; I’m really not sure Vlad ever did love humanity the way Comte did. Perhaps Comte had believed it was so because he so deeply wished to have friend to comfort and understand him in his pain). I don’t think it’s that Vlad isn’t capable of caring about humans, more that--following the massacre of his clan at the very least--he has too great an interest in retaliation to be able to interact with them without power abuse happening.

I do say this fully understanding that Vlad probably saw some fked up shit, I’m just saying objectively the man sees humanity in an adversarial lens, an oppositional force. Comte tends to be more neutral/positive; he’s more interested in working to a common goal and identifies more closely with them psychologically speaking.

I also find it interesting he says their goal was “arrogant.” Recently I’ve been thinking about the complexities of arrogance. I think it can be easy to oversimplify it as shallow motives that are only focused on self-aggrandizement, but I think it can develop in even more complex situations--often with the best of intentions. I think Comte is trying to say that, while they wanted to preserve lives that were inspiring and uplifting to others, there is folly in the idea that only a few people can manage that. 

People and life in general are multi-faceted things; so many influences and variables act upon them. It is more sustainable to be a single unit of immovable, radical mindfulness and extend that outwards. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with people working together to achieve that goal, only that the responsibility for changing the world can’t fall on a handful of shoulders. It requires everyone to care and think more critically about their behavior, with the help of the people around them (ideally). There is arrogance in the belief that they had control over the fate of the world--an arrogance Vlad will not relinquish, one that continues to get him into trouble and lost him his oldest friend.

Aight and because that’s enough of my brainworms, this track ends with:

And the door brought another important encounter…that’s you. :> 

Now, you know what I mean, don’t you? That’s right…that’s the story until you and I met each other in our destiny. 

But that was only the beginning…now, we move forward together.

Our very sweet, and happy love story.

I just…………like I know I say it over and over again, but the way he just fills me to bursting with uwus. Another important encounter, a life-changing one for him…that a new story is being written, one that they get to write together. That “we move forward together” in a “very sweet, and happy love story.” It’s nearly like a fairy tale but somehow it doesn’t feel contrived or hokey when he says it, it just fills me with warmth. I think I just love that, for all his initial hesitations, he really doesn’t waver when he’s decided on something he wants. And if MC is willing to bet on him, he’s ready to up the ante.

All right well that about sums up track 1, next one to come is track 2! Enjoy these musings until then~

[vodika-vibes]

Ooooh I just found your Jaster fics, finally somebody that writes for him! It’s really hard simping for someone and there being barely any fics 🥲 so thank you for your service 🫡

would you mind writing something with him getting to spend some holiday (personally I’m in a Christmas mood but could really be any type of holiday) with his riduur and just getting the break and loving he deserves?

Life Day

Summary: You surprise Jaster with a Life Day present.

Pairing: Jaster Mereel x F!Reader

Word Count: 1159

Warnings: Smut

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Sorry for the wait! I hope you enjoy this!

“Riduur,” Jaster says with a laugh in his voice as you take his hand and tug him up the path, “Where are we going? I thought we were spending the whole two weeks with your family.”

“Jango is spending the whole two weeks with my parents.” You say, “They’re thrilled to have him to spoil. We’re heading to my Life Day gift to you.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything, cyare. I’m happy to just spend time with you.” Jaster says honestly, “And I’m thrilled that your family loves Jango so much.”

“Jaster,” you stop walking and slide your arms around his waist, “We haven’t had a moment to ourselves in ages. And while I have no regrets about the life that we’ve chosen, we do still get to focus on each other from time to time, yes?”

He smiles at you and brushes his fingers against your cheek, “I suppose we haven’t had much chance to connect recently.” He admits with a low murmur.

“Exactly.” You hug him for a moment longer, and then you slip out of his grasp, and take his hand again, “We’re not far now. You’ll like it, I’m sure.”

You lead him up a winding path, and then, at the end, come to a stop, “Here we are!” You gesture, widely, to a wooden cabin, “It’s ours for the next week.” You offer him the keys with a wide grin.

Jaster stares at the house, stunned, and then he grins at you as he takes the keys, “You did this for me?”

Your grin is wide, “Do you like it?”

“I love it.” Jaster replies as he flings an arm over your shoulder, “Come on, let’s see what we have.” He leads you to the house, and opens the door. And then he releases a sigh of relief as he steps into the warm home.

Everything is neat and clean, and you can tell that the kitchen was fully stocked, just like you requested. In fact, everything is just as you requested, which is perfect.

You sit on a stool and pull your winter boots off, while Jaster meanders through the cabin, and by the time he returns you have your cold weather gear hanging up by the door.

“What do you think?” You ask.

“Did you know that this place has a hot tub in the master bath?” Jaster asks with a grin.

“I was aware of that, yes.” Your smile is a little sly, “Such a shame that I didn’t pack any swimwear-”

Jaster’s grin widens, “Such a shame. Well, I already started the tub, so I suppose we’ll just have to not wear anything.”

“Not even 10 minutes,” You muse thoughtfully. 

“What can I say? I am a simple man with simple wants.” Jaster replies, “And right now, I want you naked and wet and on my lap.”

“Well then,” You murmur thoughtfully as you watch Jaster peel his own winter clothes off, “I suppose I had best make sure the tub doesn’t overflow.” You step around him, and then pause at the doorway to the bedroom, “I’m pretty sure there’s wine-” you say over your shoulder.

“I’ll get it, riduur.” Jaster replies, a grin in his voice.

You smile at him, and step into the bedroom, and then walk into the fresher. And there in the center of the room, is a massive hot tub. Honestly, it was the biggest reason you chose this particular place.

A small grin crosses your face and you swiftly tug your clothes off and tossed them to the side, before you step into the hot water. You sink into the hot water with a pleased sigh. 

This is the best idea you’ve ever had. Right up there with marrying Jaster in the first place.

You sink deeper into the water, your head falling back and your eyes drifting shut as you relax.

“Well, someone looks relaxed,” Jaster says from the door, you don’t open your eyes as he crosses the room and combs his fingers through your hair, and a content sigh escapes your lips as you feel his lips against your forehead.

“So relaxed. I’m so smart to have this idea,”

Jaster laughs and pulls away from you. You hear the sound of clothes hitting the floor, and your eyes open when the water level rises slightly, and Jaster slides his body against yours.

You smile at him, “Hi.”

Jaster’s arms curl around you, and he tugs you so you’re straddling his lap, “Hi, yourself.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, and pull him into a series of lazy kisses, as his hands trail across your body, mapping the dips and the curves that he knows so well already. His calloused fingers drag, deliciously, across your soft skin and you release a soft moan.

“Look at you,” Jaster coos softly as he trails his lips from yours, and down your throat, “Gorgeous. Divine. And mine. All mine.”

You laugh softly, and card your fingers through his hair, “All yours,” You agree, another soft moan falling from you as his lips find the sensitive spot on your throat that he happily takes advantage of. 

“Stars,” Jaster groans against your throat, “How long has it been since I’ve been able to worship you like you deserve?” He asks quietly.

“We’re busy people, love.” You reassure him.

“That’s no excuse.” He replies.

Jaster slowly drags his hands across your hips. He knows your body, he could, can, and has managed to bring you to your peak in a few minutes. But that’s not what he wants this time. 

He eases you down his hard length, and then grips your hips to keep you still. “Let’s stay like this,” Jaster murmurs as his lips trail to your chest. He takes his sweet time, marking you with his lips and his teeth, until you’re moaning and squirming against him. 

“Jas, please-” You whine, as you tighten your hold in his hair. 

“Are you not enjoying yourself, riduur?” He asks, a grin on his face.

“You’re just being mean now,” You reply with a pout.

“Oh, cyare,” He kisses his way up your neck, “I’m not being mean…yet.”

You lean into his touch, and you’re about to question his comment, when you feel his hand slide between you and he rubs his thumb, in just the right way-

You release a helpless moan and your head falls back as he inches you closer to your release.

And just before you’re about to topple over the edge, he stops. “Jas-!”

“Not yet, cyare.” He coos, and when you whine he chuckles and kisses you, “How long, I wonder, until you’re begging me to make you cum.” He muses thoughtfully, he kisses his way to your ear, and lightly nibbles a spot just below your ear, “Let’s find out, shall we?”

You whine again, “Mean-”

He chuckles, “Let’s call this part two of my life day present, hm?”

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Unique and Powerful

It's here. It's done. I forced my mother to help me proofread it. (I'm trying to get her to simp for Vega. Idk if it's working.)

CW: Light angst, semi comfort, Vega being protective of Warden, Warden being stubborn, GN listener character, Actually proofread for once (thank my mother)

Redacted Masterlist

Ao3 Link

Summary: Someone hurt his Warden, and Vega would be damned if he didn't find out who and make them pay for the sin they had just committed

Word Count: 2054 Words

Taglist: @angel-shaw @itsyourstarboy @puffin-smoke @pinksparkl @duskdusk05 @mar-the-magician @redactedbloop @teafairywithabook @clover-46 @soup-scope @genderfluid-bastard

Vega looked at the clock, his aura pressing against the ward that held him in place. He couldn’t be sure that the clock was actually accurate. For all he knew it was another childish ploy by the Department to try to drive him into confessing or whatever they wanted from him. He doubted not knowing the time would help with rehabilitation. 

It was funny that he never really cared about human time until now. He only paid attention for the small details of his projects or when to go out to feed. People thought that the cover of night helped obscure their sins and the more violent tendencies. (Spoiler, it didn’t.) And yet here he was, staring at the clock. He tried to tell himself that it was all because he had no other entertainment. When he wasn’t allowed to feed (by the Department. Everyday whenever an enforcer came close enough was feeding time.) and when he wasn’t talking to the little inchoate who had been tasked with him… he had nothing else to do. 

The lock beeped and his eyes slid towards the door, a lazy smile curling his lips as he sat in the chair they had oh so graciously provided him. A familiar head poked itself inside the cell, eyes meeting his own. He leaned forward, leaning his arms on his knees as his hands clasped together in front of him.

Oh, do come in Darling. He said. He watched them take a deep breath (An unnecessary behavior they had adopted.) and enter the room. The door closed behind them and they held the clipboard close to their chest. His little inchoate, always self conscious about how much space they took up. He waited for them to take their usual seat, but they remained standing, teeth chewing on their lip. Careful Warden. You might split your lip open. 

“Right. Sorry.” They were always so quick to apologize. He shrugged, leaning back in his seat as his legs crossed. He could feel their anxiety radiate from their aura, strong enough to break past the shimmery material of the ward. Something had ticked them off, he was sure. What he was less sure of was whether or not they were planning on sharing. Although knowing his Warden, they would be happy to keep it close to the vest and pretend it had never happened. For someone so curious and detail-seeking, they were a very private demon. 

He inhaled deeply, filling his useless lungs with unneeded air. The inchoate’s gaze was pulled towards him. Good. He liked having their focus on him. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for them to say something other than an apology. They stayed quiet, just staring at him in a manner humans might dub as awkward. He waved a hand, dexterous fingers summoning a thread of magic that had a spark of light kissing his fingertips.

What’s wrong darling? Have you grown weary of behaving creaturely for the Department? A well worn path of a topic, but one that often had the inchoate quickly denying the claim. They sat down - on the floor - and set their clipboard in their lap. 

“Can we discuss something else besides your dislike of my profession, Vega?” They asked, voice tired. He narrowed his eyes and leaned forward once more, hand dropping from the air and letting go of the thread of magic he had been playing with. Something was wrong, he already knew that. But what he was trying to find out was what. Usually Warden entertained his theatrics and musings, believing they would lead somewhere useful for their rehabilitation practices and studies (It wouldn’t. He made sure of that.) but now they were barren of that determined curiosity.

Fine. Let’s discuss what’s going on with you then. You’re my entertainment as of late, and yet something is acting as a barrier. And I’m not speaking of the ward, before you attempt to use that as a deflection. He said, watching as the other demon frowned a little at the serious flatness his tone provided. He didn’t often defer to a more serious tone (He favored teasing tones with Warden. Or threatening ones, watching weak hypocritical humans shiver as their fear brushed against his skin like a lover’s caress), but for now he was willing to. They shook their head, a smile grasping their lips to expose their teeth. He grimaced in return. How very insincere of you. Their smile dropped.

“It’s not important to your treatment, Vega. We’re here to focus on you. I thought you liked being the center of attention.” They snapped. His grimace turned into a smile and he stood up, moving closer to the edge of the ward that separated him from his Warden. 

Ah. So I do. He hummed, mocking hurt. Regret and guilt made a lovely combination on their face and they sighed, hanging their head. He watched as they buried their face in their hands, any words he might have said going silent. His smile faltered at the way their shoulders started shaking and their despair pressed against his aura. Darling. Tell me what’s troubling you. You don’t need to be so stubborn. 

“You were right earlier.” They said, their voice muffled through their hands. Not for the first time, he found himself wishing that the ward would just fall. Just for a split second. He stayed quiet, waiting for them. “I am tired of it. I’m tired of the long hours. I’m tired of the hostile work environment. I’m tired of the pressure, of the social obligations that no matter what I do, never seem to perfectly fit. I’m tired of the looks that they don’t think I notice. I’m tired of everything.” The words started to spill from their lips, much like how he suspected tears spilled down their face. “I’m just trying to do my job, but it never seems to be good enough for them.” He sat down on the floor across from them, expression blank.

Someone was harming his Warden. More than just someone. And he was stuck behind a ward and staring at a clock while they were trying to shoulder every expectation and every word of criticism against their behavior. Behavior they tried to emulate for the humans. Ungrateful little pests.

What would you have me do? He asked. Comfort wasn’t his expertise, so guidance was required. The inchoate lifted their head, eyes reflective with their tears from the overhead fluorescents. He felt his jaw clench as… some kind of emotion moved through him. He had been walking through this plane longer than many, experiencing the darkest of human emotions and sensing the others. And yet he wasn’t sure what emotion was causing his anger. 

If anyone was allowed to make his Warden cry, it was him. 

“You can’t do anything.” They whispered. He frowned and leaned forward, placing his palms flat on the floor of his cell. He stared intently as they wiped away the tears on their face, hardly being gentle with themself. That irritated him further.

You know I can do many things, Darling. I can be a weapon for you, but I need you to point me in the direction to those who must be punished for making you feel like this. He wasn’t going to drop this. Warden stared at him, hands now gripping the clipboard in their lap. He could easily read the surprised shock on their face, he didn’t need their emotions brushing against his aura. His expression fell into a more grim one. I know no one else has offered this to you. But I am now. Let me help you, Darling. 

“You’re just trying to corrupt me again.” They whispered, even as they tried to hide and mask their hesitance from him. He moved closer to the ward, feeling the sizzling as his aura almost brushed against it. He ignored the sensation, eyes locked on the inchoate in front of him.

I’m trying to help you, Warden. Contrary to what you might believe, I don’t enjoy you suffering at the hands of others. Especially since you throw away so much, give up so much of yourself, simply to please those who will never properly appreciate the sacrifice you give them. I want to make wherever you are a place that actually is grateful you deign to show yourself before them. He watched their eyes grow wide and a smirk tugged at his lips. He continued. I want to make your walking places have humans recognizing the power and threat you hide so well under a meek exterior. Tell me how I can do that for you, Darling. 

They shook their head, and Vega wished he could feed on the doubt that rolled off of them like an overspilling sink. His smirk tugged wider into a smile. “You don’t need to do that. I don’t need that, Vega.” They tried to insist. Unfortunately for them, he was more stubborn. But it was clear they were insistent on not telling him. Which left the two demons at an impasse. He stood up and returned to his seat. His Warden stayed where they were sitting on the floor. The sadism demon stared down at them, his expression masked into abstract interest. 

The body they had chosen for themself upon arriving to Elegy was strong. He knew that. But in that moment, sitting on the floor and staring down at the clipboard in their lap that only held empty papers, they appeared so small and strained. Prone to break at the lightest touch.

I decided what I wish to discuss. He said finally, giving the inchoate something that could ground them. If they refused to outright tell him who had been the final straw that broke the camel’s back, he would play this game. He would gently pry the information out while offering truths and lies about himself. A game he had been playing from the first moment he had met the other demon. They lifted their head, and he almost licked his lips at the desperation - to cling to the lifeline he had thrown - clear in their eyes.

They were so expressive, wearing their fragile heart on their sleeve. He was going to help them protect that heart, whether they wanted him to or not. And he was far more willing to get his hands dirty for that task.

“What is it?” They coaxed, wiping their face with the edge of their uniform sleeve. He felt pity for them. They ran away from solutions to their more negative-thinking emotions to bury themselves in a work that didn’t appreciate them and treated them like they were replaceable. They weren’t.

I want to talk about the treatment from the enforcers here at this prison. He said, reading for any reaction. Had an enforcer put that crack in the inchoate? He had a few guesses of who could have had the gall. But they didn’t show any reaction that answered his question. So it must have happened outside this containment facility. That certainly made it more difficult to find the specific person and cause.

“Has it not gotten any better? I’ve put in several reports to have the enforcers under review.” They said. Sweet, naive little inchoate. Those reports were probably sitting in a pocket veto on some higher-ups desk as they pretended to deal with issues they deemed more important than the care and living conditions of Department-dubbed criminals. Only the bleeding hearts of this government actually cared.

They’re feeding me more, which is appreciated. Unnecessary, but still appreciated. But that doesn’t mean they’re kind. Or even decent. Surely, you’ve seen it. A nudge, but not playing his full hand. 

Unfortunately, it seemed his Warden was more perceptive than usual. They looked up from their clipboard where they had begun taking notes.

“I’m fine, Vega.” They insisted again. He nodded, summoning that ball of light again. He stared at it, putting on a nonchalant air.

I never said you weren’t, Darling. That didn’t mean he would give up. And it didn’t mean that he was going to let go of the transgression of hurting his Warden. It was just another wound that would need to be returned to the Department tenfold. Tell me, is that clock in the corner accurate?

[writergirl3]

Hiiii can you make some hcs of both Aaron’s x reader who always feels like they have to please everyone? Thank youuu 💖

Aaron T & Z x People-Pleaser Reader Headcanons

Hey anon, thanks for the request! As a chronic people-pleaser myself, not to mention a simp for both Aarons, I love this idea.

These aren't the best, I'm still getting out of my writing funk. If y'all want me to write these for Ro, Jesse and Tae too, let me know.

Hope you enjoy 🧡

Aaron T;

T is everyone's hype man. It's just in his nature, and it's one of the things that makes him the perfect boyfriend for a people-pleaser like yourself.

So, praise of any and all kinds from T is a guaranteed given. And when he figures out your tendencies? He makes sure to be even more vocal about his love and adoration for you.

That's not to say that he doesn't keep an eye on you, though. In the quiet privacy that's just the two of you, he'll remind you that the only opinion of you that matters is your own. Period.

Because to him, just you existing is pure perfection, and he needs you to know that.

He understands the struggle, because he's definitely a people-pleaser himself. Helping you place less emphasis on the importance of other people's opinions gets him to do the same for himself.

That's just one of the many reasons why he loves you. You understand that need to be 'on', plastering a smile on even if it's not real just so that others are satisfied.

But together, you can just be yourselves and tune out the world.

Aaron Z;

In a subdued way that's characteristic of Z, he's a lil bit of a people-pleaser too, but it's not anything drastic. He has a bit of a perfectionist streak, so he understands your need to make everyone happy.

However, Z's a logical guy, and his default is to gently remind you that it's impossible to make everyone like you. That the key is to be a good person and focus on the people that love you for you.

And he reassures you that he definitely falls into that category.

I feel like Z would take extra care to make sure that you know you're as amazing as you are. He's not the best at verbalising, but for you he'll give it a try.

He knows that so much of your energy goes on others, so he always helps you slow down and take some me time.

After making you switch off your phone, he'll prepare anything that will help you focus on yourself for a while. If he has to pull the 'I want cuddles' card? He'll definitely do it, if it makes you slow down for a little while.

Overall, he loves that you care so much about others, but makes sure that you're true to yourself. Because, to him, you're incredible.

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Musing Meaninglessly Masterlist

[cpendentif]

“...You want to chain me down? I dare you.”

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Chrysos Pendentif A first-year student belonging to Octavinelle and Azul's protégé of sorts. He appears diligent and stoic, always maintaining himself with the utmost dignity. Some evenings, he can be found singing for the customers of Mostro Lounge.

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penned by kai, @distant-velleity. for an rp blog with my yuusona, see @piece-of-your-world. interest checker here.

rules and recommended reading below the cut.

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no blog is safe until it has rules, at least in my opinion, so let me place down some basic boundaries, OK?

1. no NSFW/R18 asks or content. i am a minor, and all of my characters are minors, so let’s not. suggestive/crude/dark humor is fine, but there is a fine line between acceptable and unacceptable.

1a. if your ask contains potentially triggering or sensitive content, include a warning. i want to be able to appropriately tag it as well.

2. be respectful. this is just a silly little blog and i don’t want people to be needlessly rude (unless it’s in-character or something like that, but even then, mun/asker /=/ muse). excessive cursing and derogatory terms do come off as rude to people you’re unfamiliar with. on the other end of the spectrum, do not be weird about the characters in the simp way. seeing people simp for my own characters OOC is just straight-up weird, and i have no other way to put it.

2a. this one should be a given but, no hate speech or slurs of any kind. this is less for my own sake as it is for others viewing the blog.

3. please be patient with me. if i do not get to your ask immediately, i am either considering how to respond or i am simply busy. i am a high school student with a life, so i don’t spend all of my time on tumblr.

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INTERACTION RULES CONT.

OK to ask: - other TWST RP blogs, either OC or canon

- non-RP blogs

- anons

- RP blogs from other fandoms

OK to RP: - other TWST RP blogs

content NOT OK: - attempts at romantic interactions from muses who are over 18. all the characters i write are under 18, folks. this is also implied with rule 2.

- forcing headcanons on me or saying mine are inaccurate, etc. suggestions and funny ideas are always OK, but this is my OC and i will write them as i intend to write them.

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RECOMMENDED READING:

Chrysos' introductory post

Background with Rielle

Necklace + backstory implications

My OC masterlist

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"If you have no questions about the contract, then sign here. From here on out, I... am in your care."

[stillresolved]

uroborosymphony for the URL meme 💋

@uroborosymphony / send a url and i will answer the following...

Do I Follow Them?: why yes i do and will do so even after this hellsite burns to the ground :'D

Why Did I Follow Them?: i saw my dear mutuals (aka winter, xia, lena, and alex) interacting with her and i wanted to join in :3 okay but also the sheer amount of DETAIL you put into ur character profiles and the verses AND THE FACT?? you can use the same FC, make like three femme fatales, and STILL make them all distinct is mindblowing O.O teach me ur ways pls

Do We Role Play?: did you know i suck at writing flirts and femme fatales and evil women? this is why we balance each other well :'D

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: not to be repetitive but if i ever say no to this answer, assume i have been compromised and send help–

An AU Idea For Our Muses: hmmmmmm, u know i have always thought about assassin au for annie ( think yor from spyxfamily)....what would be quinn's thoughts is the real question </3

A Song For Our Muses: for arannie– work song by hozier ( i know it's technically a romantic song BUT if you think about the way ara always comes to annie to get her wounds treated– ) and for calana– closer by chainsmokers ( yes i know my tastes in music is outdated :'D )

Do I Ship Our Muses?: i ship all official ships on ur blog even if it does not involve my muses ( aka taiquinn & calistarang– would calista like another friend tho 👀 ) but if we are talking about arannie & calana, i would die for them both of them GOD annie would not be the person she is 2day without ara and calum has never been more of himself than with ilana :'D

What I Think About The Mun: time for part two of ferre simping for lynnie <3 this time i will talk about how much i am in AWE of your skills like how the lore of this blog like ties all three of your muses together, did you know i was a SUCKER for that kind of lore?? also i love that?? i can jump in ur inbox and give you a half-baked idea and you'll like?? run with it and suddenly we'll end up with say a new plot or new development, that's the main reason i LOVE rp!! your enthusiasm here is INFECTIOUS, it makes me excited to be here even though i've been around for YEARS... and also not the mention way you weave all the interactions ur character has into one verse is *chef's kiss* it makes ur character so much more complex <3

Overall Opinion: 10 out of 10 would recommend, would plot with, would write with, if you are not already, i cannot help you sorry <3

Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | again this scale cannot measure my undying adoration for lynnie so we must create our own level </3

[navxry]

Rate your friends

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well damn alright fine LMAO

My mutuals from discord and/or Tumblr (utc cause the post is LONG)

Carmine: def a 100/10 if I have to be honest. They dealt with me SO much and my absolute nonsense as well since 2020, no words can describe how much I appreciate them for being there with me in my highest and lowest of my era. I also love terrorizing them with my muses (Lyney simp in denial), and I dont regret at all meeting and befriending them. Love you bestie <3 /p

Ryan: also a 100/10, I genuinely owe him a lot for helping me realize just. how certain things in life isn't 'normal' and fueling my brainrot/s so much. We both had so much to talk abt during the 3 years I've known him (and we're still friends to this day!), and Goddamn do I enjoy playing games w/ him and esp abt our current hyperfixations (Persona and Raincode. I still want to rattle your Yuma bot you little shit /t)

Esther (@mixed-kester) : I just met you like months ago when I first joined astronetwrk, and tbh I genuinely am v happy to have met you and enabled you BAHAHAHAHA I've been friends with her for a while but its so fun just going through the plot + AUs, and also going through pain (and making me go through a crisis with enabling and "NO YOU DID SO MUCH FOR ME" "NO, I DIDNT" LMAOOOO). Yeah, there were times when we both have our disagreements, but I genuinely could never ask for a better friend to yell at Tinuvion/Kunimitsu and the rarepare between Wanderer and Kaeya than her.

Meirin (@meimeimeirin) : I'LL SAY THIS ONCE AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN: You are so cool and amazing and I'm so amazed with how you deal with my nonsense. I never saw an opportunity to talk to you outside of being on anon back then, and I genuinely thought that it won't be possible, but when EBG happened? I saw it and took it. You were so so so enjoyable to talk to, to rant about the entire event, and even after that, I enjoyed talking to you about even your simping with Zhongli and Alhaitham! I also enjoy bouncing off ideas with our threads (even if I have them on hold, I swear I'll reply to them orz). You're the sweetest person I've known and I am so, so glad to have met you and got to know you as a friend ;v; you also inspired me in writing for Genshin and for my faves, and for also sharing my thoughts on my sona and my selfships. I know you're busy but I hope you can see this because I genuinely appreciate you /pos

Yami (@pastel-rights) : YOU'RE SUCH A GOOD ARTIST WHAT THE HELL— honestly, how the fuck do you deal with me, Sam and Tae? (/lh) like I genuinely am so surprised I'm actually friends w/ you, but in a good way because you are?? So cool?? I swear I sometimes admire your art and when I say I wanna eat it, I would. You're such a good friend and I wish we can talk more fr

Tae (@nice-chiaki) : My first victim (/j), but really, I am in awe that I've met you in the mun's corner. I saw your blog with Itha and I genuinely loved interacting with him— your muse of him helped a lot in bringing me out of my idv writer's block slump because I had no ideas and ooooh, genuinely having you on vc and hearing/seeing you go through your cycles and bs with Sam and Yami (and Fifi as well) is the funniest thing. I also hate you (/exag) for the fandubs, and you making me go through a huge moment with Andrew and Cro. 0/10 wont recommend voicing villains (/j /j)

Sam (@paperbcy) : You are the biggest menace I know, and tbh I wonder if you're like a mirror to my menace self /j, but I'm kidding BAHAHAHAHA. I dont regret enabling you so much for your immorphy AU and our own shared AUs, and I sometimes wonder what would happen if I hadn't met you, Tae and Yami. Also, do not pull Father on my inbox ty

Fifi (@fffiii) : You dealt with my ass for years and I honestly question how you're still sane BAHAHAHAHA, but fr, even till now we're still together from 2016 - 2017(?) and I cannot stop but wonder how long it's been. It was v fun just looking back on our days at Q and even now, and I still appreciate you for everything even if you're a bigger menace than me.

Shiro (@leftdestiny-posts) : We may not talk as much or as often, but you are so kind and ouuuu you make me ;-; honestly. I am v thankful for you in dealing with my brainrot over TCO (which! I plan on revisiting and reviving as a long drawn series haha), and I hope that we talk more often when you have the time (ofc, no pressure!)

Ying (@yinyinggie) : OOOOH YOU'RE SO SWEET AND LUCIEN/YUZU TOO LIKE AUGHHH, I genuinely love you both as mods in astronetwrk AND outside of it. I genuinely appreciate you as a mod and a friend in keeping the server together and hosting games for us, and even when those went awry (read: the mafia game), you and the others made sure we had fun anyway and prioritized our comfort, which is so?? sweet??? I genuinely wish I can hug you and I wish we can speak more orz ily /p

There are more but I can't remember them all so o7 o/ hope this is enough anon