#🍎 (; *nose tap*

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Hmm... Alright, let's see if I can fluster you :)

Cruella De Vill

Your boss raised a perfectly trimmed brow at your shocked expression, as if what she just said- no, ordered you was perfectly normal and you were the odd one for not responding more eagerly, "Are you deaf? I'm certain I didn't stutter. I don't have all day, now, so put that mouth to good use before I change my mind."

Jim Bickerman

"... Jim, that better not be you trying to break the lock on the bathroom door!" You yelled out over the running water as you peeked out from behind the curtain, eyes narrowed at the old door. Or rather, the old man behind it.

Jafar

You straightened your back and hoped to Allah that the vizier couldn't hear the way your heart beat loudly in your chest when he placed those long, thin hands on your shoulders. Though that hope was dashed away when you felt his hot breath in the shell of your ear, "Do you really think you can just slip away, my dear?"

Otis B. Driftwood

Your eyes went wide as this horrible, awful man got real close to you, wasting no time grabbing you by the neck and dragging your lips to his own repulsive mouth. Nothing about him was soft, not the way he held you like you were his possession, nor the way he kissed you with enough force to leave your teeth aching and lips swollen along with his tongue shoved down your throat. You shouldn't want Otis. Anybody but this man. But you couldn't ignore how hot he made you feel either.

Queen Grimhilde

Your queen was never one to mince words. She gave clear orders, and everyone was meant to follow her word. No matter how gruesome they may be. With you, though? Grimhilde didn't need to utter a syllable. She knew that when you saw the smirk on her crimson lips, you knew that you were to prepare her chambers, and yourself, for her tonight.

I hope these accomplished making you flustered! Not sure how in character I got them, but hopefully they're still good XD

I AM OBSESSED WITH THESE XD

Yes, I got quiteeee flustered XD Oh my god. And you got them perfectly in character!!!!

Oh my godddddd my favourite is Otis. Cuz like-

EXACTLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.

But like- Cruella being mean, domestic life with the nutbag Jim, Jafar being creepy (REMINDS ME OF THE BELOW PICTURE!! Look at him!! How can anyone say he's not hot, I don't understand- ), OTIS!!, and Hilda communicating with her eyesss damn. Thats good stuff!!

I am just like this-

XDD Thank you so much for these!!

[naeverse]

Extra Credit PT: 2

🏫staring. Professor O’Hara x Sassy fem!reader

🎒 preview: “Do you agree, Y/N? Will you help me help you?"

🖋️Summary: Miguel O'Hara, a renowned, attractive genetics professor,  known for his strict stance against extra credit. As a senior, you struggle to keep up with coursework and Mr. O'Hara's opposition to extra credit makes it difficult for you to pass. However, a chance encounter with you changes everything, as Mr. O'Hara becomes more open to helping you - but you must help him in return.

📕tw/cw. unprotected sex, harsh language, hate sex, rough, hand job, blow job, dirty talk, oral sex, spanking, accidental simulation, multiple reader orgasms, big dick Miguel, mutual orgasm, etc… 

📘pet names: (hers) little puta or puta (Little bitch, bitch), Chica (Girl), Muñeca (Doll), 

✏️ rating. 18+ explicit I SMUT I

📖Word count: 4k words

🍎 Credit to Artist in header: Narutoss.ramen

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After the last student left his classroom, it appeared as though Mr. O'Hara had been triggered…

His gaze swiftly landed on you, seated with your legs crossed in a chair, engrossed in your phone. He tried his utmost to maintain his focus on the current task at hand.

"Y/N?" Mr. O'Hara called out once more. You met his gaze as he signaled you over with a subtle beckon of two fingers. Scanning the empty classroom, you gracefully slipped out of your desk. Your black boots echoed with every step as you approached the strong, tanned instructor.

Mr. O'Hara gulped, almost releasing in his pants at the very sight of you approaching him. He shifted his attention to his monitor, moving his mouse aimlessly and clicking on random links, trying to mask his inner turmoil. His cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as he battled with a mixture of emotions—frustration, desire, and longing.

It pained him to be consumed by such feelings, especially when directed at someone like you. Someone he found so irritating, difficult, and an absolute nuisance.

He despised how aroused he was by you. He literally felt like he could cum on the spot without you even touching him.

Mr. O'Hara's black leather oxford that adorned his foot tapped nervously against the floor. He kept his attention fixed on his monitor, avoiding eye contact with you.

Like before, you hopped up onto Mr. O'Hara's desk, your skirt riding up your thighs. You swung your legs whilst looking at Mr. O'Hara from over your shoulder.

"So, what did you want to discuss about my grades, Mr. O?" you inquired, looking at the well-built man whose white polo shirt clung to his form.

Mr. O'Hara let out a trembling breath as he observed you perched on his desk, your legs on full display. He adjusted his black glasses on his nose, his demeanor nervous as he tried to concentrate on your eager expression.

He moistened his lips with a hint of uncertainty. This was his last chance to back out. To be professional and ignore his throbbing arousal that was slowly growing in his pants. But Mr. O'Hara couldn't help but notice your eager eyes, the way they looked at him in curiosity and interest of what your discussion will uphold. The look on you was doing something to him, and he loved and hated the feeling.

Once again, the question presented itself to him.

To continue…

Or back out.

He clenched his jaw, his amber eyes flickering red with arousal as they trailed over your every being.

Your captivating eyes, flawless lips, graceful neck, alluring breasts, immaculate stomach, luscious thighs, and those seductive boots that were pushing him to the brink of insanity.

And in that very moment, he made a firm decision –

He wasn’t backing out…

"I was reflecting on our previous discussion…” Mr. O'Hara began, clicking the trigger of his ballpoint pen once, twice, thrice before finally meeting your gaze. "I've been contemplating offering you some…"

"Extra credit."

Your legs, which had been swinging in the air, came to an abrupt halt, and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Had you misheard him?

Mr. O'Hara had always been staunchly against extra credit, refusing it for anyone. He believed that if students hadn't put in the effort the first time, they didn't deserve a second chance. It was what he was known for on campus and what earned him the reputation of being a strict and demanding professor, so you were taken aback by his words.

"I…I thought you didn't allow extra credit," you stammered, your gaze locked intently on Mr. O'Hara. You half-expected someone to leap out and reveal this was a prank, as you struggled to believe what you had just heard.

Mr. O'Hara knew that he was venturing into morally questionable territory, but his desperation and need for a release compelled him to proceed. He looked up at you, attempting to maintain a serious expression, even though he was close to the most critical part of his plan and becoming increasingly nervous.

Clearing his throat, he began, "Well, I don't usually… but this is your last year on campus, correct?"

You nodded in response, and he couldn’t help the small smirk that formed on his lips. "Your senior year is crucial, Y/N. It's the year where you're giving your all to earn as many credits as possible to graduate and move on to the next stage of your adult life," he said, busying himself with organizing a few test packets he had been grading, his gaze seemingly more focused on the stack of papers than on you.

You hummed in agreement, hanging onto his every word. Mr. O'Hara then set the stack aside to meet your eyes directly. "We both know you've been facing some…challenges in my class," he added, his voice taking on a husky tone. "I understand and sympathize with your situation, which is why I'd like to offer you some extra credit to boost your grade."

With each word, Mr. O'Hara's heart pounded loudly in his chest. He couldn't believe what he was doing, what he was saying…

But he felt compelled to continue.

You averted your gaze from Mr. O'Hara to in front of you, taking a moment to let his words sink in. Afterward, you slowly nodded and turned back to look at him over your shoulder.

"Okay, so what's the extra credit?" you asked with a hint of amusement. "If it's a packet of genetics questions, I'm sorry, but it won't be much of a help." You chuckled and waited patiently for Mr. O'Hara's response.

He licked his lips, a wave of heat creeping up his tanned neck. Shaking his head at your guess, his eyes briefly wandered down to your smooth and silky thighs before locking onto your gaze once more.

"It's not a packet…

But something else…"

Mr. O'Hara paused after his words. He hesitated, feeling a sense of unease, especially as you crossed your arms over your chest, accentuating your bust. This sight caused his arousal to intensify significantly, and he had to bite his lip harshly to regain control.

"It's something that involves just you and me."

Your reaction was a mix of shock and confusion.

If the extra credit didn't entail an assignment, project, or a packet and required both you and Mr. O'Hara's presence, you were left entirely bewildered as to what it could involve.

You stared at Mr. O'Hara in confusion, your eyebrows furrowing.

"So, it's something that involves just you and me?" you inquired. "You want me to bring you coffee and lunch every day? If it comes to that, I'm more than willing to do it if it helps my grade." You chuckled lightly.

Mr. O'Hara couldn't help but laugh at your comment before clearing his throat. He was trying to find a way to explain without sounding peculiar or scaring you off.

"No, not quite like that," he clarified. "It's something a bit more… personal."

Your puzzled expression deepened, and you remained oblivious to his true intentions. Mr. O'Hara found your naivety somewhat endearing.

"It involves me giving you some extra attention," he said in a playful tone, hoping you'd catch on, but it seemed you were still in the dark.

You turned to Mr. O'Hara fully, your eyebrows knitted together, and your eyes scanning his facial features with a sense of urgency.

'He can't be thinking that… right?'

Your gaze roamed over his tanned face, his amber, almost crimson narrowed eyes behind his black spectacles. You couldn't help but notice the sharp curve of his jawline and his lips, which curled into a taunting smile.

His muscular, well-built body with broad shoulders and a frame so large it strained against his white polo shirt wasn't overlooked in your intense gaze.

While you couldn't deny Mr. O'Hara's physical appeal, you also couldn't overlook his status as an obnoxious individual. There was no way you'd willingly give in to him…

Unless…

No, it couldn't be what he was suggesting. You and Mr. O'Hara shared a mutual hate for each other. You were convinced he couldn't possibly be alluding to anything sexual…

Right…?

"Extra attention?" you repeated, your voice tinged with perplexity. "Professor, I'm not following. What are you talking about?"

Your gaze was locked on Mr. O’Hara, eager for him to provide further clarification, as at that moment, extra credit seemed to suggest either something of a sexual nature involving Mr. O'Hara or an entirely different proposal. Regardless…

You found yourself in a state of confusion.

Your arms were folded over your chest, your legs crossed, and your flannel skirt had unintentionally ridden up your thighs once more.

Mr. O'Hara couldn't help but chuckle once more, amused by your apparent confusion. He found it rather entertaining to witness someone who was typically so sharp-tongued and rude struggle to grasp the situation.

He had a feeling that you understood his meaning quite well but needed a little nudge in the right direction. Mr. O'Hara cleared his throat once again and looked up at you with narrowed eyes.

"You know exactly what I mean, Y/N…"

His gaze, however, began to drift down your body once more before returning to your eyes. A newfound boldness washed over him, and he decided not to hold back any longer.

He leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs to reveal the prominent bulge in his black dress pants. With a toothy grin, he beckoned you over with a nod of his head.

"Why don't you come over here, and I'll show you exactly what I mean?"

He grinned at you, never breaking eye contact. Slowly, a smirk began to spread across your lips, and you realized that you were indeed correct about Mr. O'Hara's intentions.

"You horny bastard," you playfully remarked, accompanied by a chuckle. "You want me to provide you with some sexual attention, is that it?"

Mr. O'Hara's heart raced as he grappled with mixed emotions, unsure of how you were interpreting the situation. He couldn't predict your thoughts—

Did you find his proposition disgusting or perhaps believe it was all a joke?

Regret was beginning to seep in as he ventured into unfamiliar territory. The uncertainty gnawed at him, making his stomach churn with suspense and anticipation.

His anxiety transformed him into a stoic figure. His face grew rigid, his voice cold and stern. "Yes," he replied, meeting your playful gaze with serious, unwavering eyes.

"And would you assist me with my problem, Y/N? In exchange for help with your grades?"

His tone was firm and unyielding, but his nervousness remained palpable. You sat on his desk, grinning back at him, still somewhat in disbelief at his audacious request. However, the fact that you had this older, muscular man practically begging for your attention was, oddly, an ego boost.

Your eyes roamed his body, and a smirk graced your lips. You let your gaze linger on his thick, muscular thighs and the prominent bulge in his black slacks before locking onto his stern amber-red eyes behind his black spectacles.

While you didn't mind helping Mr. O'Hara if it meant improving your grades, what genuinely intrigued you was how long he had been harboring this desire. Your curiosity got the best of you.

"So, how long have you been dealing with this issue, Mr. O'Hara?" you asked, sitting back on your hands, your smirk taunting. His jaw clenched at your teasing. He disliked your games and just wanted a straightforward answer regarding your willingness to assist.

He growled, his scowl deepening. "That's none of your business," he retorted. "Do you agree to my terms or not?" You chuckled, savoring the satisfaction of getting under Mr. O'Hara's skin.

It was a peculiar delight to see how easy it was to provoke his reactions.

With your eyes trailing along his body once more, you asked, "How much is this extra credit worth? I need specifics before I get my hands dirty." Your expression was completely serious despite the playful banter.

A smirk gradually spread across Mr. O'Hara's lips; it appeared you were on board with his plan, and he intended to sweeten the deal even further.

"If you complete this “task” for me, I'll raise your 58, which you scored on my test last week, to an 80…

How does that sound, Y/N?"

Your smile broadened, and you were becoming more intrigued by this deal.

"And how much would that raise my grade to? I want to pass your course with a C, Mr. O."

Mr. O'Hara hummed in thought, considering your request. The semester was already halfway through, and with your previous performance, you were likely to receive more low grades.

He glanced up at you, his gaze fixating on your enticing thighs. His pants grew even tighter as he bit his lip.

"How about we extend our little agreement?" he proposed, causing you to smirk.

You couldn't help but wonder just how much Mr. O'Hara had been lusting after you. He seemed rather eager to proceed with his sexual intentions, even extending the time. But regardless of your curiosity, you were more interested in the new terms he proposed, so you nodded, allowing him to continue.

"I know how much you despise my work and my class, Y/N. So how about I guarantee you a passing grade for my class if you meet me here after classes for 15 minutes every other day until the semester is over?"

"So, for the next eight weeks?" you clarified, tapping your nail against his desk.

Mr. O'Hara's breath hitched, and he nodded, responding, "That'll cover the rest of this semester, Y/N."

You swung your legs, mulling over the agreement.

'This offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Genetics class is kicking my ass, and this could be the only way to improve my grade… for the rest of the semester too!'

You thought, your eyes meeting Mr. O'Hara's, his stern gaze solely fixed on you. He inquired, "Do you agree, Y/N?

Will you help me help you?"

A smirk gradually spread across your lips, and you nodded. How could you possibly deny him?

The deal was just too good.

"Of course, Mr. O. Who could say no to a great deal like that," you chuckled, hopping off his desk.

Mr. O'Hara was rather surprised by how readily you embraced his bold proposal. His excitement knew no bounds, and he felt no need to conceal his desires any longer. He chuckled, pushing his black spectacles up his nose, and said, “I appreciate your enthusiasm, Y/N. Shall we begin?'"

You giggled, biting your lip. "Let's…" Mr. O'Hara's smirk broadened as he gestured for you to come closer. "I want you on your knees." He slid back in his computer chair, making room for you before him.

You smirked at his eagerness, confidently walking over to stand in front of him. Mr. O'Hara's eyes roamed over your entire being, taking you in.

He bit his lip, his pants tightening even more, causing a muffled groan to escape his mouth as he became increasingly turned on. You kneeled before him, looking up to meet his gaze with a teasing smile.

"You are rather naughty, Mr. O'Hara," you teased once more. "Be honest with me, it's just you and me here in this room." You giggled, biting your lip while continuing to gaze up at the large instructor. "How long have you been wanting me, hmm?" You snickered, bringing a scowl to Mr. O'Hara's lips.

He despised your teasing. He had never felt this way about anyone, especially not a student like you, and the way you kept bringing it up was pissing him off.

He roughly started to unbuckle his leather belt, unzipping and unbuttoning his pants. The flaps of his black slacks opened, revealing his dark gray boxers underneath. “Stop talking,” he spat, pulling his pants down until they formed a black puddle around his feet. You snickered, tilting your head. “Why? Sensitive topic?"

Mr. O’Hara growled, leaning in closer to your face, his anger radiating from his body due to his close proximity. His amber, almost crimson eyes, covered by his black spectacles, scanned your facial features as his lips turned up into a scowl.

“I didn't give you this extra credit to hear you and your fucking mouth.”

He said with a harsh tone, his voice filled with anger and spite, despite his hidden desires for you.

You looked back at him, completely unfazed, a small laugh escaping your lips. "I know…You want me to please you. To help you…

Release…"

Your tone was seductive, and your eyes roamed over Mr. O'Hara's body. “Isn’t that right, Mr. O?” you purred.

Your seductive tone and suggestive words had a profound effect on Mr. O'Hara. His length under his boxers twitched, and he let out a groan of frustration at how restrictive his briefs were. His gaze remained cold, and his jaw clenched so tightly it seemed locked in place.

He snarled, his eyes reddening behind his frames as he studied your features. "Stop pissing me off and get to work."

He growled, leaning back in his computer chair. "Use that mouth of yours and make it useful for once."

His words caused your nose to scrunch up, and you let out a growl. You shot a piercing glare at Mr. O'Hara, whose gaze remained locked onto you. His fingernail tapped impatiently on the armrest of his chair, his usual scowl etched on his lips.

It infuriated you the way he carried himself with such arrogance, as if he were high and mighty. Yet, here he was, practically begging you for assistance with his sexual desires.

You were determined to shatter that arrogant facade.

To show him who truly held the control in this situation, because it certainly wasn't him.

You smirked up at him, a wicked glint in your eye. "Fine…" You rose up on your knees, moving closer to the center of Mr. O'Hara's thick, muscular thighs.

Even though Mr. O'Hara was staring down at you with his usual unreadable and grim expression, it was evident that your presence had a profound effect on him.

His clothed desire was painfully palpable under his dark gray boxers, straining horribly against the fabric of his pants and showcasing his unmistakable longing for you.

Mr. O'Hara bit his lip, struggling to hold back the low groan that was brewing in his chest as he watched you loop your fingers into the band of his boxers. Assisting you in undressing him, he lifted his hips slightly off the chair, allowing you to pull his briefs down.

You lowered his bottoms just enough to set his hardened and aching member free. His tanned length hastily springing out from its confines.

Mr. O'Hara licked his lips, the mere sight of you on your knees before him only made him want to shove his cock down your throat even more.

You despised Mr. O'Hara, that was a fact, but you couldn't help but regard his cock with a hint of surprise and amazement.

His member was positioned so close to your face that you didn't need to make any effort to get a taste of it. It was fully erect, substantial, and impressively large. You estimated it to be well above average, possibly reaching around 10 inches in length. A prominent vein ran along the underside of his tanned member, leading to a tinted reddish-brown tip that glistened with pre-cum.

You had to give Mr. O'Hara props…

He surprised you…

You had heard numerous times from the secret Mr. O'Hara fandoms at your college that the professor was rumored to be well-endowed. However, you dismissed these claims as mere rumors, assuming they were just fantasies for the infatuated admirers of the strict genetics professor to indulge in at night.

But it turned out that the squealing fans might have been onto something after all, because Mr. O'Hara, was indeed,

Packing…

…

..

.

"Are you going to suck it or just gawk at it the whole time?"

You jumped, your eyes snapping up to meet Mr. O'Hara, who held a smug grin on his face.

Mr. O'Hara had been observing you for a while, noticing your eyes as they traveled up and down his length repeatedly. Your mouth was slightly agape, and your eyes were wide with surprise. He couldn't help but feel his ego grow at the sight.

To witness a girl like you, known for your bitchiness, unimpressed demeanor and incessant chatter, not only rendered speechless but genuinely captivated by the sight of his cock, filled him with an overwhelming sense of pride that was beyond comprehension.

You scowled, rolling your eyes at Mr. O'Hara's comment. You gazed up at him from between his legs, a smirk tugging at your lips. "Gawk? I bet you'll like that, huh?" You chuckled, causing Mr. O'Hara to grin.

"Y/N, no need to lie. You like what you see, don't you, chica?" he remarked, his cocky demeanor shining through his words.

Mr. O'Hara was just pissing you the fuck off. He truly believed that he had you salivating over his dick.

"You wish," you snarled, glaring daggers at him from your position on the floor. Mr. O'Hara shook his head, laughing. "Tell yourself whatever helps you sleep at night, Y/N," Mr. O'Hara mocked, leaning in close, his prideful face meeting your infuriated one. He smiled, his annoyingly perfect white, sharp canines peeking out from under his lips.

"You can drop the little bitchy, stubborn act."

He smirked, looking at your kneeled form up and down before meeting your narrowed eyes.

"We both know you are just eager to get a taste…

Just dying for my cock to fill your little mouth up, hmm, chica?"

Your gaze traveled down to his impressively large member and then back up to his taunting eyes. Your fists clenched at your sides, and your teeth ground together harshly.

You'd had enough!

You couldn't believe he'd say something so crude and arrogant.

Your face flushed in anger, your jaw clenching.

"I'm not the one who's so damn aroused they had to bait their student into pleasing them,"

You spat, full of rage, your chest heaving up and down.

"What? Your hand isn't doing the job anymore? Getting tired of using the same hand you use to grade papers to jerk off?"

You laughed, looking him up and down as you shook your head.

"And you sit here, all high and mighty, but how long have you been eyeing me, Professor? Wanting to have your way with me? Wanting to fuck me until your heart's content, hmm?"

You asked with a snicker, your eyes finally taking in Mr. O'Hara's reaction to your outburst, and what you saw made your smirk only broaden. The way Mr. O'Hara's smug grin slowly began to change and distort, turning into red fury, made you feel so satisfied.

His gaze was icy, staring intently down at you; his sharp canines completely revealed, grinding down onto his bottom teeth. He was practically seething.

"What the fuck did you just say to me!?"

Mr. O'Hara stared down at you, his blood boiling.

The nerve of you…

The audacity to say something like that to him.

He was already on the verge of snapping…

His self-control wavering when he came up with the idea to get you to stay after class for you to please him.

His self-control cracking when he actually went through with his plan.

Every cocky, snarky, and sassy remark that you uttered afterward was chipping away at the last bit of self-control he had…

And now…

After those fucking comments you just made…

Self-control was out the damn window…

His breathing was heavy, his nostrils flared, and his grip on the armrests of his chair lethal.

He glared down at the young woman in her early 20s who knelt before him. He didn't see her as a student anymore.

Someone he taught,

Someone he had to be cautious with,

gentle with,

fragile with…

Hell no…

He was blinded by rage and lust. Two horrific combinations…

And he only had one thought in his head…

That he was going to dominate and destroy this mouthy bitch and put her in her place…

A/N: Looks like you might be in for it in Part 3... 😬

Thanks for all the love that you guys have showed for my first post. It really surprised me, so thanks so much everyone!! 💙😊❤️

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[changelingsandothernonsense]

from the October writelbr ask game! Dealer's choice on characters. :)

🍎 apple: let’s talk about friendship in your wip. do you have any favorite friend/platonic dynamics? any friendships gone sour?

🌧️ rain: share a sad or emotional scene from your wip!

🍎 apple: let’s talk about friendship in your wip. do you have any favorite friend/platonic dynamics? any friendships gone sour? Josh's most long lasting friendship is with Geldis Sadri, who he met whilst botching a Twin Lamps job just as Geldis was executing a writ in Suran. The two meet again (with Joshi's mother in tow) as they flee the port town by silt strider. (That may or may not have been the most expensive one in Vvardenfell). Josh doesn't really make friends so easily, so having Geldis stick around for so long is a feat. Though the friendship started a little rocky, what with Geldis' interest in taking Teldryn on as an apprentice being based solely on Geldis' desire to get to know Maera. Josh was pretty uneasy with that revelation and tried to get him back in a way by going after his cousin but the two of them patch things up around the time Josh returns to Vivec with Erra from the Urshilaku camp sporting some new jewellery.

Things were going south quickly and Josh being mad at his friend and his mother seeing each other really wasn't high on his "shit that makes him want to tear his hair out" list. Besides, he hadn't seen his mother that happy in like...ever.

The two of them go halves in buying the Retching Netch, place was cheap and the two had always talked about opening a cornerclub. Geldis takes care of the front of house and Josh takes care of finances. Geldis has been a constant in his life and he's honestly surprised he stuck around. Most of Teldryn's relationships are either familial or sexual in nature, anything platonic is rare for him. He appreciates it, even if he's a bit hard to deal with. 🌧️ rain: share a sad or emotional scene from your wip! From Chapter 17 of Serious Mistakes- Josh and Corprus

Teldryn sighed and took another long drag on his cigarette, letting the alchemical ingredients soothe his nerves. He recalled something about a potion, but the memory was faint, almost as if it was a part of a dream. It had to have been— he’d imagined that kiss, right?

He coughed, smoke billowing out his nose and mouth, making his eyes water and his nostrils run. He quickly wiped his nose with his sleeve before grabbing at his shoulder. The force of his cough had caused a sudden stabbing pain in his shoulder, the large wound that arched across it making itself known again.

He felt a hand tap on his back, another reaching for his arm as he coughed. He often questioned why Geldis would tap between his shoulders even if he knew there was nothing to dislodge… His mother did something similar. Probably had the same origin point.

Though he felt somewhat foolish as he bought something up into his hand. He grimaced at the thought, disgusted by the feeling against his skin. He groaned as he reached for his kerchief to clean the spittle from his hands. He could hear Geldis mumbling something about water and Sydari asking him about his stitches.

All he could focus on was the dark streaking of dead blood staining the linen of his handkerchief. To say that it surprised him was inaccurate. No, he knew what this was, it was just the frequency that had him concerned. Dreams that called Sleepers, a constant tiredness that seemed to leech into his bones, the bringing up of infected tissue.

When Teldryn had first caught Corprus disease in the swamps of the Bitter Coast he had coughed up shit like this by the fifth day…it was not a good sign.

He’d have to bother Etana and Ki about a Cure Blight potion once they got up to Brodir Grove. When he had started coughing this shit up a few years ago, they found it was generally kept at bay with the usual treatments. He’d had his niece, Ki, the tribe’s wise woman brew him a batch a while ago but he’d gotten through them. Eventually, he knew he’d need to consult the Telvanni up at Tel Mithryn about it. The old bastard was present when Divayth Fyr had initially experimented on him, and he was certain Neloth would jump at the chance to take the reins. He was after Fyr’s notes after all and they were kept locked away in a fucking safe in Blacklight.

If he consulted Neloth on it, he’d have to let his mother know and he wasn’t ready for that yet.

‘You think you can outrun it?’ It wasn’t often that Nerevar posed him with a question, preferring instead to hurl some sort of insult to his person. Though he noticed when it came to Corprus, Indoril Nerevar was oddly civil. He figured Nerevar feared the disease too… it was the only thing that made sense. He wondered if Nerevar’s ghost saw the same shit every night. It wasn’t like the two were ever great with conversation.

He nodded in reply, quickly folding his kerchief and shoving it back in his pocket. He hadn’t told anyone aside from Etana and Ki about this and woe be it unto him if Maera Sero ever found out before he was ready. No, he’d hide this until he got his shit together. It wouldn’t fucking matter if his disease had relapsed when he was being openly hunted by contractors to the Camonna Tong. He wasn’t getting anyone else pulled into that mess. ‘It’s not something you can outrun forever, Sero.’ “Just until I can fix things,” He whispered, not intending for anyone to hear his mad ramblings. “Fix what, Teldryn?”

[quills-of-freedom]

Short Story ~

Forbidden Fruit 🍎

Female Bodied Reader X Porco Galliard

Tag list info here 🐙

Eren and Porco are notorious rivals within your neighbourhood. Problem is, Eren is your brother and Porco is your boyfriend. Surely, nothing could go wrong, right?

Warnings: Smut. 18+ only.

Your teeth clamp down onto your bottom lip as those welcome flutters of excitement soar around your lower stomach; you’re giddy with glee, like a love struck teen hugging your pillow and kicking your legs. You couldn’t help it. Every time you closed your eyes, all you could see was that image of Porco, your boyfriend, smirking that knowing smile at you while Eren wasn’t looking.

They’d gotten into yet another heated argument, having bumped into each other in the street - it was a common occurrence, considering your secret lover only lived a few houses down from you.

From childhood rivals, to enemies; it seemed a shame that the two young men had grown to hate each other so much. You guessed that’s what you get when an inferno meets a tornado. Both hot headed, quick to temper and strongly opinionated. Whatever the reason, after they’d been separated and those handsome eyes snapped right to yours, Eren too distracted trying to shove off Jean and Connie from restricting his movements towards his target. He didn’t notice Porco running his tongue of his bottom lip before flashing you half a smile. How could Porco resist Eren’s gorgeous sister? With her teasing aura, pouring beautiful looks and nightingale voice?

Rolling onto your back with a sigh, you just knew you had to see him tonight.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Eren’s gloomy voice calls from behind his laptop, not even glancing up to look at you.

“Out.” You shrug, putting on your coat.

“It’s dark out. I’m coming with you.”

You hide an eyeroll and inhale a silent sigh back into your lungs.

“I’m only going to the store. I won’t be long.” You quickly head for the door before he can protest.

Just as your hand touches the handle, he’s at your side, pulling on his black hoodie.

“You’re not going out alone at this time. What you want from the store?”

Your frustration is diluted by the touching sentiment. He may be a little over protective, but it’s because he cares. He’s a good brother. You can’t help but have a reoccurring pang of guilt as you return to your room after your little unnecessary trip to the store. You didn’t like lying to him - but you didn’t even want to imagine the hell that would form if he ever found out.

You sit eating your snacks you were forced to buy, trying to come up with a plan. It wasn’t some cheesy movie; you couldn’t climb out of your window and sneak away without hurting yourself. You were two stories up.

Just as those thoughts left your fleeting mind, there’s a tapping at your window. As if manifested by sheer will, there was Porco waving at you with one hand, clinging onto the drainpipe with the other.

Woah. It is like one of those movies! You think, as you cough on your chips in surprise.

Hurrying to the window, you let him inside. The fresh air hitting you helping carry his cologne to your nose.

“You got a lock on that door?” Is the first thing he asks as he climbs inside your room.

“Y-yeah. It’s locked.”

“Good.”

His arms instantly snake around your waist and he pulls you into a deep kiss; hands roaming hungrily through deep, quivering breaths.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted you so bad all day…” His vocals are barely a whisper as he pushes his hips against yours; his already hardening cock imprinting against you through his joggers. “Where’ve you been, huh? Making me wait… you’re gonna pay for that…”

Before you can reply your silenced by his tongue sliding down your throat, trembling arms lowering you onto your soft bed.

His mouth devours your cheek and neck as his hand smooths up your thigh and skirt, hastily pushing aside your panties and thumbing your clit.

“P-Porco, Eren might hear…” You whisper, voice strained from how heated you were.

“I don’t care.” He slobbers into your ear before nipping it with his teeth. “I need you to wet my cock with that pretty pussy.”

It wasn’t too long later he was thrusting deeply into you; his groans muffled between your shoulder, neck and pillow. Your legs in the air and toes curling with each beautiful drag of his fat cock against your ridges; your eyes rolling and biting down on your hand to avoid crying out loudly.

“Ah yeah… ah fuck…” He sings deeply into your ear. “Fuck… so tight. You feel amazing, babe. ’t-take my cock s'so good.”

You both freeze with horror as there’s a knocking at your door.

“Hey, shit head. I’m making a snack, you want any? Or have you filled up on that junk you got from the store?”

Porco’s head lowers. Both from frustration and irritation.

That voice that grated on him so much wasn’t one he wanted to hear while he was buried deep in you; your slick covering his entire shaft, groin and balls.

“N-no, I’m good, thanks!” You squeak, trying to sound as normal as possible.

You hear the floorboards creek on the other side of the door as Eren shifts his weight.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I AH!”

You call out loudly as Porco unexpectedly thrusts hard into you, taking your breath away.

“Y/N? Everything okay?”

Porco groans loudly, thrusting faster; pinning you down by your arms with a grin, groaning louder.

“What the fuck?!” Eren calls out, banging on the door.

“I’m about to fill up your sister, Eren.” Porco calls, clenching his eyes shut; his release oh-so-beautifully close. “I’m going to unload my junk and fill her up ‘til she’s choking on it.”

He wasn’t trying to be an ass. Well… he did a little. He was tired of having to keep you two a secret. He cared for you very deeply, and Porco being Porco… well, it just happened.

The loud bangs of Eren trying to break down the solid oak wood of the door and the even louder groan of Porco’s orgasm as he did, indeed pump you full, was washed away as you reached your own massive climax. You don’t know if this act of possessiveness is what pushed you into such a huge orgasm, or the fact he was suddenly going so hard and fast. Maybe both? Either way, it all drained out as your own cries of ecstasy only ignited Eren’s temper even more, the kicks to the door getting more violent as Porco thrusts with one final grunt.

[strawbubbysugar]

💍 for June [TSP]

🐷 for Dahmia [TBP]

🍎 for Quiz [TAP]

💍: he has had his ears pierced, an eyebrow piercing, a nose piercing, and his nipples pierced, but they’ve all grown over due to lack of use because he forgets to put any jewelry in them (except his ears & eyebrow, bc those are his fave spots to wear them on special occasions)

Answered this in another ask!!

🍎: she was born in a country that hasn’t been created yet in our time! She now lives in space very far away from it, and feels no particular connection to it

[neatfrog]

Ok I’m stoned so I’m going to be silly for a moment, pls don’t take any of this seriously I’m just having a laugh

Y’all know what I like? Using icons to represent characters/ships. Not sure if it originated in eastern fandom spaces but I saw it on Twitter a lot back when I used it

Example: 📻🍎 (radioapple) - that’s an easy one!

huskerdust uhhh 🐱🕷️ ? mmm wish there were cuter spider emojis (and this looks shite on dark mode)

😈🦉- stolitz!

fizzmodeus: 🤡🐓 (ok this one is honestly cracking me up but it makes sense right???)

I’m at a loss for what to use for Charlie, for Vaggie maybe uhh 🪽(angel wing)? or is that way too on the nose lol

Ok yeah I’m tapped out now but this was fun to think about for 5 minutes

[jahayla-parker]

🍎 #20 with Tom Holland please. I'd love to see it! ❤️

Ghosted: Tom Holland x Reader ~

Description: 930wc of Tom and his girlfriend y/n go trick or treating even though they’re not little kids anymore.

Warnings: curse words otherwise fluff

A bit short but hope you like it!

Fall prompts found here are still open.

This prompt is from @matkachai

“Stop how are you so cute?” Y/n gushes, sighing as she stares at her insane boyfriend as he lets the white sheet face mask sloppily lay over his face.

He beams brightly, winking at her, “gotta do what it takes to keep you attracted”.

Y/n laughs and shakes her head, “I’m always attracted to you idiot “.

Tom blushes so bright it shows through the thin white layer of his face mask.

“You’re not going to do one?” He asks, laying in her lap.

“Are you saying I need one?“ she smirks.

“No!” He panics, “course not, just wanting to share my collection”

She giggles and plays with his hair as he lays the back of his head on her stomach.

“Are face masks the adult equivalent to candy on Halloween?” She laughs, smoothing his eyebrows softly.

Tom pouts under his mask, “we can still get candy”.

She rolls her eyes, “I’m not denying you candy Tom, relax. I meant instead of trick or treating”.

Tom tilts his chin up to look back at her, clearly deep in thought.

“I’m not saying it’s not fun and relaxing T, promise” she giggles, tapping his nose through the mask, “I’m more than content with you like this”.

“Is it fun?” He asks, his neck still twisted.

Y/n laughs and guides his body upwards so he doesn’t hurt his neck trying to look at her, “is what fun?”.

“Trick of treating” he says curiously.

“You’ve never been?” She gasps, staring at him in shock.

He shakes his head, “we don’t really do it that much in the UK, it’s more of an American thing”.

She pouts, “awe I’m sorry Tommy”.

Y/n kisses his hand since his face is covered in a cold sheet mask, “tell you what, let’s relax tonight and next year I’ll get our friends to set aside a bowl of candy just for you to trick of treat a bit Hmm?”

Tom blushes but nods appreciatively, a smile showing under the mask.

“Why don’t you get more cozy, I’m going to go grab some candy and the pizza, then we’ll start the movie” she offers, squeezing his hand.

When y/n returns to their living room, she grins at her boyfriend who is wrapped in a fluffy white blanket, his sheet face mask still on.

“Love? Did you want to do Ha-… what?” Tom asks, tilting his head to the side making his face mask slip off.

Y/n laughs, bending down and kisses his nose, “you’re just precious Tom. And you being wrapped in a white blanket with your face mask on may have given me an idea”.

“For what?” He asks, pulling her to his lap.

“Trick or treating, costumes specifically” she mumbles, biting her lip as she thinks.

“A year in advance?” He laughs, shaking his head and wrapping his blanket around her.

“No, for today” she grins, facing him, “we’re going out tonight”.

“What? Love, we are far too old for that” Tom sighs, appreciating her offer but knowing it would not go well.

She shrugs, “that’s one of the best parts, they won’t know”.

Tom raises an eyebrow at her, “come again?”.

Tom laughed as he looked at himself and y/n in the mirror.

They were both in white sheets, holes made for their eyes, and y/n had found some bags for them to use as buckets for candy.

“See!” She grinned proudly, “they won’t know our age, and they won’t know who we are. We can just be two random people tonight, and trick or treat”.

Tom smiled and lifted both their sheets up so he could kiss y/n.

She smiled and as he lowered their sheets back, she pulled him for a hug, “you’re getting your trick or treating experience handsome”.

Tom nodded his head excitedly, squeezing her hand.

“Trick or treat” Tom said holding out his bag to the elderly woman who answered the door he was at. Y/n was off to the side of the steps, recording his first experience of trick or treating.

The elderly woman smiled widely at him, “ooh a ghost, I like it”.

Tom thanked her as she placed a handful of candy into his bag.

Y/n smiled to herself, sending the video to his mom Nikki.

“Having fun?” She asked as he rejoined her.

He nodded, “thank you love”.

Y/n watched as Tom gleefully sorted his candy collection on their coffee table.

“Are you okay with me posting the selfie we took?” Y/n asked him.

Tom looked up and smiled as he nodded, “of course love”.

She blew him a kiss as she posted then photo of their spontaneous costumes with the caption “We were ghosted this Halloween 👻 “.

When she finished posting, she looked up and saw Tom smiling at her.

“What is is Tommy?” She asked, reaching over and squeezing his cheeks.

“Thank you for indulging me love” he grinned.

“Always, as long as this is the only way in which I’ll be ghosted by you” she teases.

Tom laughs and shakes his head, “I could never ghost you my darling”.

She smiles and walks around the table to sit next to him, “how much did you get?”

“So much!” He said proudly, removing his costume from his head as he opened a piece of candy to eat.

“Cause you’re too damn attractive” she winked, grabbing a piece.

“I was covered head to toe” Tom smirks, pulling her to his side.

“Still, you’re the hottest ghost” she laughed.

Tom blushed and grinned down at her, “bloody hell, I love you. I could never leave you ghosted”.

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[wh0rephobic]

Ik dilf!Michael is a bit vanilla but I just want to give him head until he's overstimulated and whimpering so he knows how much of a good boy he is

- 🍎 anon

dilf!michael is only vanilla because it's the only way he knows how to be dominant. the second you take control he melts into a submissive, whimpering mess for you.

with the kids fast asleep, you’ve pushed michael’s back flat on the bed and allowed his knees to bend and spread, giving you full access to his cock. his heart is already racing where it pumps blood through his length and makes him hard for you.

“awh,” you giggle. “hard already? i haven’t even touched you yet!”

you’re kneeling between his legs, slowly stroking your hands up and down his thighs to get him familiar with your touch so that you don’t shock him too much when you lean in flick your tongue against his frenulum. you make sure not to wrap your lips around his tip too early, wanting to give him the shock of cool air hitting the wet spots your leaving on only the most sensitive parts of his dick. you place soft kisses under the head, pulling back and blowing on your marks. it makes mike shudder, throwing an arm over his face.

you cock your head to the side to observe him, bringing a hand forward to begin pumping his base up and down.

your lips are right over his top when you speak. it’s threatening, the way your hot breath ghosts over him when you whisper about how sensitive he is. he can’t help but moan in response.

then, you mercy him. you place his tip on your tongue and suckle on it like you’re trying to leave a hickey. he aches through his shaft and shifts where he lays, trying so hard not to thrust up into your hot mouth for more. you hum on his head when you splay your fingers out over his abdomen in praise, letting your lips curl into a grip where they’re wrapped around him. good boy, michael. good boy sitting so still for me so i can please you.

he balls the sheets in his fists. “ohh fuck—“

it’s too much. you’re spending too much time in one area and it’s starting to hurt, to be overstimulating but at the same time it just feels so good that all michael can do is dig his heels into the blankets and push through the pain (or pleasure, he can’t tell what he’s feeling) because it’s too hypnotic to make you stop. you keep sucking on his tip until you can taste his pre leak onto your tongue. you swipe it off onto your buds and swallow it, looking up at him and humming at the taste.

“mm,” you acknowledge, right before diving your face down into his pelvis.

michael’s hand reaches for the headboard, holding on so tight that his big, strong arms could break it. you deepthroat him for only a second, swallowing around his shaft so that he can feel every dip and ridge of your mouth and throat. then, you pull back. you begin properly sucking his dick, moving your mouth up and down while michael let’s out only the most submissive sounds.

“oh, baby, o-oh, baby—!” he gasps, nearly drooling as he tilts his head back on the pillow and lets his mouth hang open while you work him.

you hallow your cheeks and feel him twitching on your tongue. that’s when you pop off, letting the cool air stick to his wet and angry-red cock. his abs tighten and his head lunges forward at the shocking feeling. but no need to worry, you’re right here to soothe him back down, trailing your wet muscle down his shaft and pointing your tongue between his base and his balls, taking one of them into your mouth to massage with your tongue. your nose taps teasingly against the vein on his underside when you let it fall out of your mouth and you turn in favor of sucking on the other one for a moment. michael’s dick is twitching desperately in the cool air as his legs spread wider for you. you reach a hand up to wrap around him and just keep him still while you tease him, letting his moans get higher and higher where they’re released in his throat until he’s been reduced to whines as he comes closer and closer to his orgasm. you let go of his dick, leaving him in a watery haze.

when you finish your work with his balls, you flatten your tongue and lick a thick stripe up the underside right when he lets go. michael groans lowly when a rope of hot release lands on your face and makes you gasp. you catch all of his cum on your face, saving it to lick up with your fingers later while you bring your hand back to his length and stroke him through his first orgasm of the night.

when he’s done, he picks his head up to look at you. you lift up on your elbows to look at him, too and then put on a show as you clean up every last drop of his sticky cum, smacking your lips together whenever you finish sucking it off. mike can only release sobs as he watches you. you’re so hot when you treat him like this, he’s putty in your grip, free for you to do whatever you want with him; and you exercise that right when you take him back into your mouth to go for the second round. michael’s poor red cock is spent, overstimulated and sorry as you bob your head up and down. he cries out as you suck on him, feeling so good but so bad at the same time and he doesn’t know what to do. the one thing he does know is that he doesn’t want you to stop.

so, you don’t. you keep sucking his dick all night because regardless of how much cum you swallow, you know you can always pull out more.

[wild-houseplant]

🍷 🍆 🍎 🍉 for Rhodri!!!

/I want all the lore ngl >:)

O___O I tried to be succinct with this, lovely friendo, but I wrote a bloody essay!! I hope you like long lore :'D You spoil me with these asks but!! Sorry they're a smidge late (and verrrrrrrrry waffle-y!) :D :D Thank you and hope you're having a great day today!!

🍷: What's one of your OC's pet peeves concerning food?

Tapping into The Autisme here and I'm keeping half an ear out for any groans of agreement from fellow NDs: Rhodri doesn't care for unexpected change when it comes to food. I wouldn't exactly call her a fussy eater (went the Wish Fulfilment path and gave her a varied palate),

BUT!

The meals have to be what they were scheduled to be, especially if she's hungry or was looking forward to it. Especially breakfast and lunch, which tend to be the basic supplies that you can get anywhere in Ferelden. Scheduled change is great and Rhod looks forward to it a lot, because she does love variety, but a heads-up is needed. If she doesn't get it, then at a minimum, she'll skip the meal or struggle through it, or it'll be the tipping point for a meltdown and she'll have to go and sleep it off. Unscheduled, abrupt change is the devil and she won't be convinced otherwise.

Except for surprise peanuts. There's always room for surprise peanuts.

🍆: Does your OC have any favourite form of affection, physical or otherwise?

Ohmmm is this for giving or receiving? Guess I'll do both?! :D :D Just to be safe, of course!

For giving, I'd say her favourite is whichever gets the message across the best. At the end of the day, what counts is that they know she cares. And, on a more selfish note, she really feeds off the recipient's reaction, and won't get any satisfaction out of doing something that doesn't mean much to them.

That said, her first thought is usually to do something to make their life better/easier (because it's practical and will help, even if it doesn't feel like it).

As for receiving, Rhodri's a snuggle bug. Big snug energy. Down To Snug. Arms and/or legs around her and she's putty in your hands. She also gets... incredibly stimmy? Kissing, kneading, and rubbing skin are all bliss on a stick for her, so the snug-ee letting her go to town and squish them to bits is Happiness. It's going well if she makes contented rumbles from time to time; very well if she starts mumbling embarrassing heartfelt shit, and if she falls asleep in the process, that's a perfect score.

🍎: Do they share any features or traits with any family members?

Hah, ok, I originally had a ridiculously long essay that basically detailed the cultivation of traits Rhodri got from her relatives. It tended to segue and snare a whole lot of information from familial headcanons and childrearing principles and good GOD it was off-topic too often. I’ll make that a post on its own and if you’re happy to be notified when it’s up, I’ll tag ya :D For now, though, perhaps I’ll just keep it on topic and expound on it in the other post.

Physically and emotionally, Rhodri is much more like her father, Aurelio. Physical traits shared with Aurelio: Sharp, angular face; pointed grecian nose; very prominent cupid’s bow in the upper lip; very arched eyebrows; eye colour. Wide grin with large teeth and prominent canines. Lean, muscular build. Tl;dr: resting bitch face, buff. Psychological traits shared with Aurelio: devoted; authoritative; self-denying; gregarious; polite; generous; physically affectionate; crushing fear of abusing power and/or hurting others; laughs shamelessly at own jokes; embarrassingly heartfelt; loves children.

That’s not to say her mother, Revka, didn’t get a look-in, but Rhodri spent much more formative time with Aurelio.

Physical traits shared with Revka: disproportionately long limbs, fingers, and toes (doesn’t have Marfan syndrome though!); complexion; hair colour and texture. Psychological traits shared with Revka: droll, deadpan sense of humour; carefree to the point of flippancy at times; outspoken; patient; loves predictability; ‘You can’t scare me! I have kids (Revka)/ I’m a teacher (Rhodri), and I’ve seen it all!’; practical to the point of clinical-ness at times.

Traits she gets from both of ‘em: Loves the beach; intensely protective; loves to read; their curiosity is oppressive; proud; gets obsessively interested with things; strong dislike of lies; makes peanuts disappear in record time.

🍉: Does your OC have a particular piece of jewellery that they always wear or refuse to part with?

Two, in fact! I’ll start this with my headcanon, which is that among the Tevinter Altus, the Magisterial line (i.e. former, present, and heir Magisters in a family) handles decisions for their house. That can be anything from large purchases to marriage proposals– so a very oppressive existence if you don’t have a nice Magister running the show in your own house.

It’s set in stone to the point that someone approaching any other family member on such matters is considered an attempt to sabotage the house and is handled quite violently. To avoid fuck-ups, the Magisterial line demarcates themselves with snake designs of some kind (harkens back to the mythology of snakes symbolising guardianship and protection).

How the snakes are displayed is up to the wearer; some go for earrings, others wear snake designs on their clothes. Every Magister/heir has their own snake amulet, though, which they use as their own personal seal/signature on official documents. Super tightly regulated and given as soon as the person is designated an heir, which can happen at any age. They can design it themselves but it’s often considered an act of affection for the appointer to design it for them, so there can be a lot of hurt if someone wants to change a gifted design later.

Rhodri’s had a snake amulet since she was almost two, and a wraparound snake cuff earring she got at about 4-5.

The eyes of the earring snake are encrusted with grey sapphires to match the colour of Rhodri’s own eyes. The metal is black rhodium (Rhodri’s mother insisted that the similarity in names was too good to ignore and Aurelio is inclined to let his wife have her way). No real story to it; the parents both thought a cuff earring was cool, and Rhodri was willing to keep it on all the time.

The amulet is made of a hardy, heat-resistant gold alloy. It depicts– in relief– a snake lying in a circle around two sleeping infants. The infants are resting their heads on the snake’s body (a health and safety violation for so many reasons, but we will accept for the purposes of fantasy that this is both endearing and a Wise Idea). The design came to Aurelio after watching the 1 ½ year-old Rhodri spend the months after her twin siblings’ birth insistently glued to their side, often spending hours a day lying behind them and stroking their hair. This period convinced him she had the devotion he believed necessary to run a household fairly, and he appointed her as his heir shortly before her second birthday as a result. I dunno, the guy was probably soaking in baby fever hormones at that point; usually they wait a good few years longer than that.

HHHHHHH thanks again for the ask, this really got my brain going (and it's STILL going) and you may be entitled to financial compensation if you read all this :'D

[shinebrightsweetdove]

Sinday Sunday ask!! // 🍎 Favourite type, looks and personality wise? Please specify the trait? (and/or) 🍏 Preference for top or bottom/Submissive or dominant? *slaps these apples in your face*

Sinday Sunday ask!! // accepting (selective) 

@masquenoire

—✹ Sylvia tsked at Roman, leaning in close with a grin that was askew. Her voice went low. “You’re rather curious today, Rom. Never thought you’d be the type.” 

She chuckles to herself before leaning back to answer. 

🍎 Sylvia’s finger tapped her lips lightly while a devilish smile began to form. She dropped her hand from her face and they were loosely clasped over her crossed legs. “I love a person’s hands and a person’s eyes. Both tell me a lot about their life story. For you, especially, I love your hands. I enjoy your touch without your gloves. Makes me feel like how that cliché goes--that I’m the only woman on earth.”

She started to wander back to Roman, to sit on his lap like she often loved to do. Sylvia was so small compared to him and was the perfect size to be cradled in his arms. Arms. She giggled. “And, call me vain, I go for nice strong arms. Or plush curves on a woman. Height happens to be a factor, then again, I’m shorter than everyone. But for personality...Oh, I suppose I can be a bit of a tease before I tell you. I like my reasons to be in their own mysteries.” Laughter lightly left her nose. “I’m compelled by those who happen to be strong-willed, self-made, and often very, very intelligent. Sometimes there’s a common thread of violence, but to tell you the truth,” she paused, her voice suddenly low. “It makes me feel like I can be protected. What’s love without war?” 

🍏 “Mmm, you’d like to know this, wouldn’t you, Rom?” Sylvia laughs, her eyes closed with her nose scrunched, her neck stretched as her face tilted up towards the ceiling. She looked back at him, settling in his lap. “I’m very much dominant, surprisingly enough. I like being able to feel in control, to show my lovers that I can help them feel secure enough to free themselves--To allow themselves to expose all their desires to me. For you, I like it when I’m submissive. I enjoy it and I find it extremely attractive for you to show me my place,” a pause interrupted her sentence before her smile was all teeth. “Even if I know, I’m still getting my way. I’m fine being either, but I prefer being dominant. However, with someone like you taking me in bed, I’ll be your good girl. Just for you.” 

She rests her head on his shoulder to lightly tap his cheek. Sylvia’s eyes take him in, watching and waiting for his reaction. “As far as being a top of bottom. I refer to myself as a shy top. A very willing bottom. I know with you, like any others, all I want is to feel good. To show my partners I can make them feel good too. That’s what matters to me. But...I’ve been comfortable with the fact many of my fantasies have me wanting to be a dominant top. But with you Roman...You make me weak with a single look or touch.”