#*ahem* CRISP

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

Send help, one of my good friends is trying to advertise me like I’m on sale for limited time LMFAO.

[sergle]

always taking beautiful minutes away from my life reading reviews that complain abt 1) The size of a product where the exact dimensions are as listed, and 2) The "quality" of an image that is The Exact Quality Of The Preview Image

[captainspiggbo]

[thetxtdevil]

This blog has become a thought dump page and you're going to deal with it

Ok ok ok,,, listennnn Fox Hybrid!Yeonjun

mdni - some smutty stuff, hybrids duh, biting duh, mating DUH

Its cliché but my mind is thinking, stray wild fox starved and lonely somehow how finds himself in the edges of a town, your town ofc. Just as he peeps through the trees he sees you on your daily walks and oh my does he think you're beautiful and *ahem* scrumptious. Fox!Yeonjun takes a few days to work up the courage to step out of the woods to finally stalk towards you, I mean, meet you.

You're walking and right when you were about to put your earbuds in you hear foot steps behind you. You turn around thinking someone is there but there is no one. You shake your head at your curiosity to turn back around to bump into the fox.

Dirty, is the only thing you can think of, you're frightened but god he’s dirty af. His orange hair is more of a brown dusty color, clothes ripped and not his size, but his eyes, his big brown yet predatory eyes have you melting. He needs a home. That night you bathed him and Yeonjun was basically purring to you.

And thats how you ended up with a fox hybrid in your house. Well, sorta, see foxes are independent, so Yeonjun liked to escape your cozy home and go back into the wild. Adaptable and very observant it wasn't hard to find his way back to you. He'd come every other day bringing back meat he hunted for, you two cook a meal together, and ofc another bath only from you bc he says he doesn't know how to do it himself :))

By the end of winter your seasonal depression is itching to go back outside for your walks. You hoped to see your handsome fox as it had been some time since you've seen jjun. You watch as the spots of snow melts into the green grass, the wind was brisk but bearable, crisp to breathe in. While walking you jolt, a tickle on your skin when you feel something brush against you. You look to your left to get a flash of a white tip of an orange tail, looking to your right you see Yeonjun, your handsome fox. He was very vocal today, talking about everything and anything, even singing a few times. He liked how you had evident heart eyes every time he sang.

You two end up back at your house ready to do your usual, give him a bath. But something felt different, usually jjun would be jumping off the walls for his special treatment but this time he was right next to you, holding your hand leading you to your bathtub. Bending down to turn the faucet on, you could sense the fox right behind you. Straightening your posture you're not surprised to feel his arms around your waist as he tends to be cuddly, but you are surprised by his abundant neck kisses and the hardon poking your back. One thing leads to another and now you're both naked and in the bathtub.

Yes, you knew all the times Yeonjun creeped on you before he introduced himself, you're not dumb, but you never felt unsafe with him. The fox is gorgeous, a flirt, a smooth talker, but he had a playful and caring nature that made you feel like he was another home at home. So his need for mating you felt natural, good even. Letting him leave a bunch of love bites all over your skin as you ride him. You two giggling at the waves of the bath water, but all giggles were put aside when you stroke his fluffy orange tail awakening his feral side, having him thrust up into you so much that the water floods the whole bathroom floor. Your hands in his hair then reaches up to his pointy ears holding them for dear life. Panting, moaning, overwhelmed by his force, yet you take time to admire Yeonjun's pretty features as they contort by the feeling of you.

And yeah so, after that you had to clean each other up again. Yeonjun becomes very protective after mating you. Never leaving your side, gets a little frustrated when your don't go to bed right away. Fox!Yeonjun just wants to stay up on guard as you get your beauty sleep. And foxes tend to have one mate for life, but you don't need to know that....

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

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[whois-miki]

—- a tour

Luke Castellan x Persephone!genderneutral!reader

warning - persassy, mention about danger in the forest, mentions of couples making out in the forest, percy : 🧍🏼, soft Luke

plot -

Luke gives a tour to Percy and they come across a certain someone.

or

The child or Persephone babysits her younger half sibling when two boys see her.

”and that’s the entrance to the forest, i’d advise you to stay away from it though. it gets pretty dangerous at night and in the day time couples just go there to hang out.” Luke said mumbling that last bit.

Percy shot him a look of confusion and disgust, and Luke responded by just saying ‘yeah i know.’

The two boys then come to the strawberry farm where they see you playing with your eight year old half sibling.

At the sight of you, Luke’s eyes softened and his lips curled into a slight smile.

Meanwhile, you were using your powers to make a small flower for the younger girl, your half sibling smiled a toothy smile and fidgeted with the flower you’d given her.

Feeling the boys’ presence, you turn around to see the two and smile at them and wave.

Luke’s hand uncurled slightly giving you a small wave and Percy just stood there confused.

“who’s that?” Percy asked the older boy. Luke quickly snapped out of his trance to hum in confusion. “i mean who are they?”

“[ name ] [ last name ],” Luke said snapping his gaze over to you again watching you weave together flowers to make a crown for the girl.

“so you and them, huh?”

“what do you mean?” he said looking now back at Percy

“i mean you and them, forest?” Percy looked at him in genuine curiosity

“what? gods no!” he said a little too quickly, his face was flustered as he thought of you and him dating.

“i mean, they’re pretty. and everything just gets better when they’re around. and everything just blooms in a flourishing way.” he muttered to the younger boy his mind still fixated on you.

“mhm.” Percy hummed and before he could say anything, a certain child of Persephone showed up.

“whatcha guys talking about?” They both looked up to see you holding the hand of an eight year old girl.

“gods [ nick name ], don’t scare us like that.” Luke muttered teasingly and you fake laughed before a smile tugged at your lips.

Luke was right, Percy could see that everything just got brighter around you. You gave off a welcoming and kind aura and it made it 10x better with your kind smile. the flowers the wilted from dehydration looked crisp and clean around you.

you smiled at Luke but only glanced at Percy for a split moment with a confused glint in your eyes.

the eight year old girl tugged at your sleeve to go to the Persephone Cabin.

as soon as you left, the crisp and clean flowers now wilted again and looked sad. Percy remembered that your mother was Persephone, goddess of the Spring but also the Underworld as in death.

Luke watched you run back to the Persephone Cabin hand and hand with the eight year old girl.

“uh huh sure you don’t like her.” Percy said with sarcasm and sass mixing in his voice

“oh shut it.” Luke said with a flustered face.

a/n

AAUUUGGHHH

ahem

anyways this is shit sorry for wasting your time also none of this makes sense and i will make a Clarisse Fic soon!! also thank you so much for all the likes and support!!

<3 miki!!

[yup-thats-me]

—interruptions • E. Ranpo

paring; bf!Ranpo x ADA!member!reader summary; empty office, candy, and your lover. but you just have to get embarrassed in front of your father-in-law and boss! warnings; none.

“Ranpo?”

There was no response from the legendary detective; perhaps he was more mesmerized by the glass marble in his hand from the soda can to spare any attention to his girlfriend.

“Babe!” Y/n tried again to no vain. She wanted to talk (read that as annoy) to someone but alas, everyone in the ADA was out for separate missions. Everyone except Dazai. Maybe he was trying out another weird way to commit suicide, but she couldn’t care less.

An idea came to her mind. Hurriedly, she rummaged through the snack bag she kept on her for her lover. Taking out a candy, she slid over to Ranpo on her chair, shaking the man gently. “Ranpo,” She whined.

At last, the man turned around, a bit annoyed. “What?”

“Want some?” She smirked as she waved the chocolate stick in front of his eyes. He nodded without speaking. But she had a trick up her sleeve.

She put the candy in between her teeth, “take it yourself,��� she said with her mouth full.

Ranpo smiled, his eyes shining with a mischievous glint. “You asked for it,” and without a warning, he almost aggressively pressed his lips against hers, catching her off guard.

She groaned, relishing in the way his tongue slipped past her lips, rolling the candy on their tongues. Breathless, Ranpo grabbed Y/n by the waist making her sit on his lap instead. Smirking, his hands roamed all over her body, caressing all the curves he knew all too well.

“Ranpo…” she almost moaned, her head floating in ecstasy. Just as things were about to escalate, there was a crisp, loud and clear “ahem!”from near the door.

Unwillingly, the two parted but Ranpo already had a smirk on his lips.

“President!” Y/n jumped up at once, fixing her disheveled hair and dress in a haste. Ranpo on the other hand, was having the best time of his life, enjoying the way his girlfriend’s face turned beet red in mere seconds.

Fukuzawa nodded in acknowledgement, his eyes closed. He walked straight up to his office with as much as giving Ranpo a reprimanding look.

When the room became empty once again, Y/n punched Ranpo’s shoulder, hard.

“Ouch!”

“You could’ve at least give me a warning?! To save me some face?”

The man just smiled. “Why? Seems to me you were enjoying it as much as I was. Moreover,” he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I did not know he was coming.”

“Bullshit!” Before she could continue, Fukuzawa emerged once again, his head peeking out the ajar door. “Ranpo. Can you come here for a second?”

“Go. You deserve getting an earful,” Y/n smiled in victory.

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[just-some-trans-nobody]

December Christmas Monster stories

17.) Dragon x Knight

Nammot the male dragon falls for a brave male Knight and one thing leads to another. Hope ya'll enjoy, this was my first time writing dragon smut.

Warning: NSFW, grinding, cum, person covered in cum, dry cumming, cock humping, thigh fucking, no penetration sex, gay sex, sex with a dragon, large tounge licking human body, threats of death, meantions of eating humans, possessive dragon, let me know if I forgot any warnings.

Minors Don't Interact!!! You will be blocked immediately.

Word count 2751

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Snow fell around the caves entrance slowly blocking the way if not for Nammot’s fiery hot breath melting it all away each time he let out a heavy sigh. Not many knights would make the treacherous path up the steep hill let alone do it in the snow leaving Nammot rather bored waiting for anything of interest to happen. He wanted a knight to fight, to eat up in one bite and play with his shiny armor adding it to his collection. That is what he told himself, he was waiting for a knight yes but not just any knight. He was waiting for a knight who had called himself Percevale. 

Nammot was planning on eating him the first time they had met but instead of drawing his sword when he first laid eyes on the dragon he had greeted him and had even asked for his name. No knight had ever done that to him during his many years of terrorizing the villages and kingdom. It made Nommot pause his fire breath and think for a moment about it, he hadn’t said his own name in so long he had almost forgotten it completely. “Nammot you may call me but not for long little shiny one for you sure will be dead soon.” He had growled out, smoke pouring from his nostrils as he readied himself to hurl his fiery breath at him. “Nammot? A nice name. Does it mean anything?” The knight had asked, confusing him and once more causing him to stop the fire building up in his throat. “Pardon?” Nammot asked confused by the question. “Well my name means to pierce the veil, whatever that means. Names have meaning to it, what our parents hope us to do someday. Or for those who choose their own name it means the path they intend to take.” Percivale explained looking up at the dragon. “Seems your parents wanted you to see the dead.” He snorted sitting down on his hind legs, an action reminding Percivale of how a dog sits. “Heh my parents must have wanted me to be a grave keeper rather than a knight then.” Nammot was absolutely baffled hearing a knight actually laugh and make what seemed to be a joke to him. It was always screams or threats of death upon the king's orders. What kind of knight was he to not attack him but to be kind to him? It surely must have been a trap one he will not fall for. Standing back up he snarled as he for a third time readied his fire breath wanting to kill the knight for daring to make a fool of him thinking he could tick him. Seeing Pericivale reach for something he acquired his shoulder ready for the knight to draw his sword all the more ready to burn him to a crisp but all movements froze when the knight pulled out a small dragon carved from wood. “I made this for you. You always take things so I guessed maybe no one has given you anything before.” He explained holding the wooden dragon up for Nammot to see better and for a third time he cooled the fire in his throat and leaned in close to look at the small dragon held in Percival's gauntlet. His pupils dilated for a movement as he stared at his gift before turning back into slits as he leaned back. “Ahem your offering will suffice, I shall not kill you this time but if you come again I shall not be as kind.” Nammot sneered as he held out his large scaled paw for Pericivale to drop  the wooden item into.

The wooden dragon now sits on top of his hoard, his prized possession though he never admits it. Percivale came back again and again, each time with a gift for Nammot, each time Nammot said he would surely kill him the next time they met but never followed up with his threat. Between their meetings the longer Nammot waited the grumpier he got, he didn’t like waiting for his devoted follower as he liked to call him. Percivale liked to call him his friend, though Nammot would scoff at the words but never correct him about it. 

As the seasons changed to winter Nammot now waited for Percivale to visit him, growing more and more impatient. “This time I really will kill him if the cold doesn't do it before he gets here.” The moment Nammot had muttered those words he had regretted it. What if Percivale had really died and he just didn’t know him. The thought of losing his only friend struck his heart like a piercing arrow. This feeling only grew worse as the hours turned to days, still Percivale didn’t show. Nammot wallowed in his grief thinking his little knight was dead. That is until one day as Nammot was sprawled out letting out soft whimpers the sound of clanking footsteps froze him in his tracks. “Percivale?” He called sitting up staring at the entrance of the cave with baited breath but as the figure drew closer and made no sound Nammot grew worried it wasn’t him and some other knight had braved the mountain in the winter in hopes to catch the dragon off guard. Standing up Nammot readied his fire breath growling as his eyes narrowed.“Ah did the day finally come when you surely would kill me?” a voice called up, almost bringing Nammot to his knees. “Oh my knight!” He wailed out before clearing his throat trying to compose himself. “I mean oh it’s you… thought you were some other foolish knight here for me to feed upon.” Nammot said, puffing his chest out as he looked away. Percivale knew Nammot was embarrassed, he could read that dragon better than Nammot would have liked him to be able. “Ah yes of course, you must be starving with so few knights to eat. They’re all trying to avoid being out in the cold.” Percivale said with a shiver of his own. Smiling under his helmet he walked over to Nammot, not afraid of the dragon in the slightest and plopped down next to him. “What did you bring me this time, my devoted follower?” Nammot asked leaning his head in closer, he knew nothing of personal space and was almost pressing his large head against Percivales armored body. “Food.” He stated looking through the bag he had brought. “Dried meat, it lasts longer. Though with your size I would say this is more of a snack than a few days' meals as it would be for me.” Percivale laughed, taking out the large pouch of meats. Nammot opened his mouth in a silent demand for the knight to feed him. A demand Percivale followed with no second thought to it, just opening the bag and dumping the contents into the dragon's mouth. “Mind if I take my armor off? I worked up a sweat in the cold and now all my clothes are wet from it. It’s very unpleasant.” He started the long process of taking off all his armor, one Nammot nodded his head not caring at all. Dragons were always naked. Why would he care if a human was too? 

He found himself watching Pericivale undressing in the corner of his eye, he was trying to act like he didn’t care in the slightest but this had been the first time he had seen the knight take anything off past his helmet and Nammot was a curious dragon. Humans had such an interesting body. They were no dragon of course, such puny things but Nammot found himself admiring Percivales body. Turning his head to look at him better Nammot watched Percivale spread out his cold wet clothes onto the stones in the cave in hopes the dragons heat would dry them. He was unaware of the glowing eyes scanning each scar and blemish on his body as he moved around naked in the cave. 

A gush of cold winter air blew in from the cave's entrance causing Percivale to shiver as it bit at his exposed skin. That wouldn’t do, Nammot couldn’t have his devoted follower suffering from the cold. Letting out a displeased snort, Nammot swept his tail around Percivale pulling him in closer to his much larger body. He pretended he didn’t see the wide grin on Percivales face as he sat down leaning against Nammots stomach. It felt strange to him to have someone touching his weaker under belly. It was a great sign of trust for a dragon to show their underbellies let alone let someone be pressed against it but he had that trust for his little human. The two stayed like that for a few hours until Percivale drifted off to sleep curled up against Nammot. He watched the sleeping knight admiring eyes, how does a human like him feel so comfortable sleeping so close to a dragon? “Silly little human.” Nammot whispered, gently nuzzling his face against Perivicales, laying his head down, closing his eyes drifting off into a slumber of his own.

It was a peaceful rest until the sounds of quiet wimpers woke Nammot up. Lifting his head up he looked to Percivale with worry thinking he had hurt him by mistake in his sleep, gotten to careless and shifted his weight onto him crushing him, or maybe nicked him with one of his talons. Seeing Percivale was still in one piece with no crushed bones Nammot tilted his head and leaned him pressing his nose against his trembling form. Maybe he was cold, was that it? Nammot blew a small amount of his breath onto him hoping to warm his little devoted human. It didn’t stop the shivering or the whimpering much to his dismay. Frowning he gently nuzzled his nose against him. Sure enough that stopped the sounds that were causing Nammot distress. Sighing he relaxed and nuzzled him again as he slowly closed his eyes drifting back to sleep. His hot breath caressing Percivales body with exhale. After a while the hot careesses drew too much for Percivale, soft moans left his lips as his dreams turned from the earlier nightmares to sinful thoughts of desire. Nammot slipped into a lighter sleep state hearing the moans, he mistook them for the whimpers from earlier so to comfort his little human he nuzzled him again adding fuel to Percivales burning loins. He moaned much louder at that, waking the both of them almost immediately. Pulling back with wide eyes Percivale looked away, his face turning a bright shade of red as he did his best to hide his lower half. Nammot looked at him blinking a few times as the gears in his head started to turn, still a little slow about it until he finally took in the scent of his arousal. “Oh.” He said with a dry throat only able to let out the one word. “How indecent of you.” Nammot thought his teasing was clear but he froze when he noticed Percivales eyes had started to water at his words. His heart sank at the sight. Letting out a soft rumble Nammot pressed his nose to him nuzzling him once more. “I didn’t mean it like that silly little thing.” He hummed, sending vibrations throughout Percivales body. His tongue slithered out giving Percivale what was meant to be a comforting lick across his body, Percivale didn’t take it that way and moaned feeling the hot muscle drag up his body from stomach up to his chest coating him in drool. It wasn’t originally what Nammot was going for but it was an outcome he didn’t mind. His pretty little human made such lovely sounds. Wanting to draw out more he licked him again causing Percivale to gasp and writhe against the feeling. “What are you doing? Nammot stop it.” Percivale whined as his back arched. “If you wish it.” Nammot whispered, pulling back, he watched him with greedy eyes wanting to taste more of his flesh. Looking up at Nammot Percivale let out a soft whimper as he held eye contact with the dragon.“Do it again?” He whispered embarrassed by his words by controlled by his lust. Nammot smirked as he leaned back in pushing the knight's legs wide open with his nose as he stuck his tongue back up licking his crotch up to his neck causing Percivale to let out several gasps and whiny moans. The dragon let out a moan of his own, tasting the sweat on Percivales body. His skin tastes like sweet nectar and Nammot was almost tempted to take a bite but reframed himself from doing so. Letting out a moan Percivale pushed his hips up against Nammots tongue begging for more from the dragon. Leaning back Percivale noticed a shape to his side that wasn’t there before. Turning his head to get a better look his eyes widened seeing the dragons unsheathed cock. “By the gods I think that might be bigger than I am.” Percivale said in both shock and awe. 

“Do you like it?” The dragon asked with a cocky tone, the smell coming from Percivale already gave him his answer. Rolling onto his back Nammot stretched out showing off his cock. “I assume you know what to do.” He said as if it was obvious and Percivale should be able to read his mind. “What? No, no I don’t know what to do. I’ve never fucked a dragon before!” Percivale exclaimed geturing to Nammot and his cock causing the dragon to frown. He was hoping Percivale knew what to do, he hadn’t fucked a human before, he hadn’t the fantiest idea on how this could work. “Climb on top of me and grind against me, it’s why I was licking you duh.” Nammot stated as if it was a fact and not him pulling something out of thin air. Percivale let out a soft oh as he stared at the dragon's cock. Gulping he climbed up his hip and straddled Nammots monstrous cock the best he could. It was burning hot, almost too hot for Percivale but the moment his cock touched Nammots he let out a long moan. Holding onto the ridges of Nammots cock for support he started to move back and forth rubbing his thighs and cock against him to simulate them both at the same time. Percivale was worried at first he wasn’t doing a good enough job as he stared at the unmoving dragon. Nammot wasn’t making a single sound, not even blinking. Just breathing heavily as he watched him with unsatiated hunger. Moving faster Percivale let out a louder moan as his back arched. Still Nammot made not a single sound, he dared not to as he didn’t want to miss a single lewd sound Percivale made pleasuring himself on his burning cock. The sounds and sight of Percivale would be his most cherished treasure for all times, he knew that already. Feeling Percivale grow slower Nammot growled and grasped his waist in his clawed hand holding him as he rutted his hips against him taking control of the situation. “Keep those pretty legs wrapped around me.” He ordered letting out a moan. Percivale gladly followed orders and squeezed his legs against the dragon's cock. Nammot wasn’t sure how long this went on. By the time he had his fill of orgasms both his stomach and Percivale was covered in his sticky cum. Percivale was dazed and panting, his last three orgasms he had been cumming dry, completely spent and having lost track of them long ago. Letting out an over-stimulated whine Percivale looked to Nammot with tear soaked eyes, neither had realized he had been crying from the amount of pleasure he had been feeling. “I don’t have anything left in me.” He said almost pleading to Nammot who nodded his head in agreement. “Nor I.” The dragon said, lifting the knight up, setting him onto his chest. Percivale let out a soft whine but snuggled into him almost immediately. “Wouldn’t mind if this became a regular thing when I visit you.” He said letting out a winded laugh drawing a rumbling laugh from Nammot. “If this becomes a regular thing I don’t think I would let you out of my cave.” Having Percivale live there sounded rather good in that moment, Percivale silently agreed with it too, he could get used to living like this.

[shiyorin]

#When you play dumb or your primarchs are just *ahem* horny :v

#I don't know what I wrote. I just do as requested :v

#Roll the dice and it said this time's menu is: Horus Lupercal and Roboute Guilliman.

#This is request from my dearest heretic anon.

#Primarchs x Reader, Reader is Imperial Agent. Malcador is proud of you (is he?)

#A little NSFW.

Horus Lupercal

You sighed listlessly as you wandered the ship, seeking diversion in your boredom. A familiar presence drew you eye, and you spied Horus upon a balcony overlooking the training cages below.

The training cages were alive with activity as Horus observed his Astartes sharpening their skills in mock combat. Though focused on their form, his thoughts drifted elsewhere, preparations for the coming Crusade weighed heavy. He gazed down from the viewing platform, assessing their progress, when soft footsteps alerted him to another's presence.

Horus appeared lost in thought, no doubt pondering weighty matters of strategy and conquest. You crept stealthily across the chamber, the feet making nary a sound upon the plush rugs. Coming up behind the Warmaster unnoticed was no mean feat, but your skills remained as sharp as the blade at your hip.

Finally within reach, you drew a deep breath and exhaled softly upon Horus's neck. A sudden warmth ghosted his ear, followed by a sultry whisper caressed his ear. "Boo..."

He whirled with a start to find your smiling face mere inches from his own, eyes dancing with mischief. Before you could retreat, Horus flashed into action, seizing your arm in an unbreakable grip.

With a grunt he hoisted your form against his chest, pinning your effortlessly as your legs kicked in vain. "Little one." he chuckled, though tension still lingered at the corners of his eyes. "One of these days you will be the death of mine, I fear."

Your eyes dancing with mirth. You laughed breathlessly. "You are no fun, my Warmaster."

"It seems you don't consider me worthy of respect, little one," he sighed, effortlessly maintaining your struggling form. "Sneaking up on your Warmaster, bold, but foolish."

You squirmed halfheartedly, delighting in the feel of his powerful physique caging you in. "And what would the great Warmaster do to earn it, I wonder?"

A gleam entered his eyes, dark promise in every contour of his sculpted features. "Oh, I can think of a few...persuasive methods."

Below, the Astartes fought on, oblivious to the true battle raging within their midst. Horus took his captive agent and you were limp and sated in his arms, marking you thoroughly as his. Only then did he release your, satisfied your pride had been tamed.

Horus smiled down at the dazed your in his arms. "Convinced, my dear?" He purred, nuzzling your satiated cheek. You could only sigh dreamily in reply. It seemed doubts of his prowess were well and truly laid to rest...

Roboute Guilliman

Guilliman reclined upon crisp sheets, body aching from battles past. His scowls only deepened your frown, but still you droned on, casualty reports, supply requisitions, missives from a thousand worlds.

"Do you hear me, my lord?" you pressed, quill scratching relentlessly. He sighed, weary unto his soul.

"Do you think I want to hear what you have to say, agent? I am wounded and wish only silence." His tone brooked no argument, yet still you persisted like the plague.

"You are the Primarch," you said, eyes aglow with righteous fervor. "You must overcome such things for the billions of people of the Imperium. Their hopes and dreams rest upon your shoulders."

Guilliman scrubbed a hand down his face. "I am Primarch, not invincible. Must I sacrifice even my healing for duty's never-ending demands?"

Your look softened, but still you would not yield. "That is not something you can decide, my lord. As were mine." 

The Primarch knew well you spoke truth, bitter though it was. With a grunt he waved your on, closing his eyes against the rising tide of reports.

Guilliman continued to sigh, weariness seeping into his bones. Your report droned on, an endless litany of numbers and names. His mind drifted as you spoke, seeking escape however brief. Your voice took on a new texture in his imagination, breathy sighs and wanton gasps replacing dour droning.

One hand tangled in your locks, tugging your mouth to his in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. The other grasped that ass, fingers dimpling soft flesh as he thrust up to meet each bounce with abandon as reports fluttered forgotten to the floor. And you will chant his name like a prayer, a litany more rousing than any duty....

By the Throne, was he some green boy still in need of release? Shame warred with lingering heat, desire too long denied by duty's demands. He yearn for soft curves yielding beneath his palms, the taste of your skin, your cries of rapture as he took what was his by right.

You'd whimper and writhe, begging wordlessly for what they both craved. At the first penetration your walls would clutch him like a vice, pulling him deeper, deeper into scalding flesh made solely for his pleasure. He'd pound into your without mercy, relishing each gasp and moan, each slap of flesh on flesh. Only when he'd spent himself fully within your willing sheath would he grant surcease, collapsing in a sweat-soaked tangle of limbs.

By the Throne, how he longed to make that vision reality...

Guilliman blinked, flushing at the path his mind had wandered. But you remained oblivious, quill scratching as reports spilled forth. Little did you know the effect you had, and the fantasies your voice inspired in your lord's lonely chamber...

[box-of-roses]

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅. Tangled Up .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

♡ Synopsis: There’s a string connecting you to your soulmate that only you two can see; What happens when you see your string is tangled up and Kenma helps you untangle it.

♡ Characters: Kenma, Y/N, Lev, Alice (your bestie)

♡ Warnings: A little angsty

♡ Words: 2k

Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Series Masterlist

Dancing. Some people dance for enjoyment. Others dance for money, some dance around their feelings. Perhaps that’s why your string was so tangled. The string delicately tied to your finger twisted and turned like most did. The difference, at least from the people you had asked, however, was that yours had knots. Pieces rolled over themselves and turned into more and more bows as the years went on. You wished your parents could see your string. Just to know if the bows had always been there. To know if there was something wrong with you.

The years went by and knots tangled not only on the string but in your stomach as well. Fear of what people would think of you, you refused to tell anyone. Anyone except for your dearest friend that is. You don’t know his name and he doesn’t know yours. That didn;t mean that he wasn’t your best friend though. It was better that way. It was better to not know each other’s identities. The things you talked about were too private. Much too private to find out it was someone you knew. You simply knew him as ‘Applepi’ ,you would call him Pi for short though. And he would call you Lucky. It was a funny username because you felt anything but lucky. The string tied around your finger reminding you of just how unlucky you seemed. Sometimes if you needed cheering up you would be his Star. Luckystar.

Your friends teased you mercilessly, they didn’t know the complexities of your relationship but they knew something was going on. The way your eyes would light up when that ever so familiar name would brighten your screen. The way you didn’t hear them talking to you when he talked to you. The way that you would stop everything to respond to him. They kept telling you that you loved him. That couldn’t be right though. Love? How could you love someone you haven’t met yet? How could you love someone you don’t even know the name of? They tried to get you to just tell the poor boy your name. That you loved him. That would ruin everything though, the carefully built level of trust you put into each other. Only because you didn’t have to worry about the repercussions of your conversations. Telling each other your identities could ruin everything you wanted to protect.

The stars are where you would look to wish every night. Wish that your string wasn’t so tangled, that it could loop like everyone else’s. Flow freely instead of wind in your head like a boa constrictor and make it hard to think. Some days you even wished there were scissors sharp enough to cut the damned thing. Your thoughts were interrupted by the vibrations of your phone against your leg.

Applepi

Hey

Luckystar

Hey. I’m in the middle of class Pi 🙄

Applepi

So you don’t want to talk to me?

Cool.

I was going to give you the tea from the day but whatever

Luckystar

Like you’ll resist the temptation to tell me for long

Read

You roll your eyes and place your phone back in your pocket. He usually breaks pretty quick. You know that all he does is play on his phone or gaming system in class. Unlike his friends. You don’t know much about them, by design. Can’t have you two figuring out who the other is just yet now can we? Ahem- ignore that.

The crisp air of the classroom made your hair stand up and your teeth chatter. Your desk happened to be right next to the window. The faulty window. Why they never bothered to fix it you didn’t know. You had forgotten your jacket unfortunately. Truly what a sad experience. You were rushing this morning and barely made it out with your lunch. A buzz against your leg. You knew better though. It would be a few more minutes before he gave in.

Certainly enough time to complete the paper in front of you. You smiled at the silly notion. Timing yourself to get done in order to get just the right text from him? Utterly hilarious. Another buzz. And two more questions to get done. Another. One more to go. And you finished and turned it in just in time to get the next message as you sat down.

Applepi

Hi

Delivered

Applepi

I know what you’re doing

Delivered

Applepi

I won’t fall for it

Delivered

Applepi

Fine 🙄

So this guy I play w/ walked into the cafeteria and went to go get a milk right?

So anyway. He grabs the milk and goes to open it and it just squirts out

Completely ruins his clothes 💀

Luckystar

💀

You’re right that was hilarious

Applepi

Oh

So now you reply

Luckystar

Duh

My plan worked

Like it always does

Applepi

Next time it won’t

Luckystar

Wanna bet?

Applepi

And what exactly would you be betting?

Luckystar

A name.

Applepi

Huh?

Luckystar

We’ve been friends for years

You know things about me not even my closest irl friend knows

I think it’s about time we got each other’s names

Not without a little wager though. Simply for my own selfish gain of victory

Applepi

Fine

I won’t fall for it or you get my name. If I don’t I get yours. Fair?

Luckystar

Glad we could come to this agreement

Maybe we’ll meet each other

Applepi

Keep dreaming

Luckystar

Oh I will

Don’t worry 😉

Applepi

Ew.

Literally never do that again

Goodbye Lucky

Luckystar

Parting is such sweet sorrow </3

Till I can glance upon your name again Pi

And now it was finally your turn for lunch. The red string on your pinky is still bowed and knotted. With a sigh you put your hand back out of your sight. Your lunch table is littered with your friends and people you don’t know. Your friends notice you and wave you over.

“Hey Y/N! You haven’t met our new friends yet.”

“Nope. Sure haven’t.”

“Come on now, don’t look so down. You can’t spend all day everyday texting with that boy of yours.” Your face grows hot as you glare at your friends.

“Not ‘my boy’ he’s just a friend.”

“Maybe he won’t be forever.” You make fake gagging noises.

“Ew.” You all smile. Then you look around at the two new additions to the table. “Y/N, nice to meet you.” You hold your hand up to your mouth like you’re sharing a secret. “Hopefully these weirdos didn’t kidnap you and trap you here. Blink twice if you need help.”

“Rude! They came willingly.” Your friend rolls their eyes. “This is Haiba Lev and R/N. Lev is on the volleyball team. I know we haven’t dragged you to a game yet but maybe one day.”

“Well! Now that Y/N knows me they’ll have to come to a couple.”

“Fine.” You sigh.

“Why are you so against it?” Your friend Alice asks.

“I just don’t like sports.”

“Liar, I know you watch figure skating during the Olympics. You literally made your poor mother pay for streaming so you could watch it.”

“Yeah but that’s like entertaining.” Your phone buzzes.

Applepi

How’s lunch?

Luckystar

Shouldn’t you be in class right now?

Applepi

And?

Your point? I don’t see it

You smile at your phone as you set your fork down. Your friends sigh.

“They always get like that, the minute their mysterious boy texts them they’re gone. They’re not going to reply because they’re off in their own little world.” Alice explains to Lev and R/N.

“One of my friends is like that. He spends all day texting someone and playing games.”

“Maybe your friend is Y/N’s mysterious boy.”

“I can ask. He doesn’t really like me a whole lot though.” Alice nods and the table falls back into comfortable chatter. With one exception. You. You’re still typing away on your phone.

Luckystar

Omg

One of my friends brought these new people to sit with us

It’s not awful I was just really confused for a second 💀

Applepi

My friend does that all the time

He’s literally like “You need to find more friends for when I graduate.”

Blah blah blah

Luckystar

That’s hilarious

Lunch is sadly almost over and unlike you I actually pay attention in class

Applepi

Ouch Lucky

I pay attention

If you don’t want to talk to me just say so 🙄💅🏻

Luckystar

I never said that

I just know if I talk to you I won’t be able to do my work

Applepi

Fine

I’ll accept it

Talk to you after school then

Luckystar

Don’t you literally have practice after school today?

Applepi

And? We have breaks your know

It takes an embarrassingly long time for everyone to get to practice

My last class is just right by the place so I’m there first

Luckystar

Just as long as you’re sure it won’t get you in trouble

Bye Pi! Talk to you soon :)

Applepi

Bye Star :)

You weren’t lying, lunch was pretty short. Lev and Alice wanted to keep talking so they decided to walk you to your class. “So Y/N, are we actually going to get you to a volleyball game?”

“Maybe, I guess you’ll have to see.” You fall into a comfortable silence as you walk in between the two. It was nice to listen to their idle chit chat. When you got to your last class of the day they quickly said goodbye and left you to fend for yourself. This class was your least favorite so Pi was used to you texting him the whole time.

Luckystar

Hi

Applepi

I thought you weren’t going to talk to me?

Luckystar

You know the drill by now.

What’s going on over there

Applepi

Nothing much

Luckystar

I don’t believe you

Something exciting always happens to you

Applepi

Okay 🙄

How’s that new friend of yours?

Luckystar

You jealous or something?

Applepi

?

Luckystar

He’s nice, he walked me to my class with one of my other friends

I think they like each other 🤭

Applepi

Cool

I know this is your least favorite class

So

What’s going on?

Luckystar

Nothing much

I’m talking to you so there’s that

Applepi

So dismissive

I actually do have tea but I kind of don’t want to tell you

Luckystar

Oh?

Did you not learn from earlier?

I always win this game

Applepi

Yah but now there’s a prize if I win

Luckystar

You want my name that badly?

Applepi

I want to show you that I can win this little game of yours

Luckystar

Your funeral

Delivered

Luckystar

oH

Using my own strategies against me are you

Delivered

Luckystar

Nope

Not gonna work

Delivered

You put your phone away with a frown as you actually decided to pay attention, since Someone. Decided they didn’t want to talk to you. You don’t know why he’s so desperate to win this game. Two can play this though. If he didn’t talk to you then you wouldn’t talk to him. So what if you were upset tomorrow for not getting to talk to your favorite person?

By the time you had gotten home there still wasn’t a response from Pi, you know this is just a little game but you were starting to get worried.

Luckystar

Are you okay?

Delivered

Applepi

I win

Luckystar

Asshole

I was getting worried

We never go this long without talking

Applepi

I won

What’s your name Star?

Luckystar

Y/N

Read

Luckystar

Pi?

Delivered

Your anxiety grew with every minute spent waiting for a reply. The awful delivered message staring you in the face. You knew he did a club after school. Maybe that’s why he hadn’t responded yet. You try to rationalize to yourself. Not wanting to look at the awful message you put your phone down and got up to make yourself dinner. That didn’t help though, it was all you could think about. Maybe tomorrow you will get a response.

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knock knock (Raphael x F!Player)

Chapter 14, In Which You Play The Main Role

AO3

Art: Apollonia Saintclair – Love is a Killer

Fresh flowers.

Smelled like fresh flowers, freshly cut roses. Smelled amazing.

You opened one eye to admire a bouquet on the bedstand right before you, and then opened the second one. Twelve blood-red roses, their stems neatly trimmed. Nestled within was a card simply signed with an ornate letter 'R'. 

"Well done on not fleeing tonight," it read.

You tried once and learned your lesson. You were back at the place you tried to escape, having achieved nothing but landing your mother in a hospital, and you sure as hell won’t try again any time soon. You were stark naked, but a quick check reassured you that nobody had taken liberties while you slept.

An odd sense of disappointment seeped into you at that realisation, as if you had been overlooked in some way.

Pushing it aside, you stretched and checked the time - 10:30 am on a Saturday morning. Really? That means you slept more than thirty hours straight; a weird, dreamless slumber, much like being dead.

You turned; the side to the bed next to you was meticulously done, as if no one had been there at all. There was a lawn mower buzzing in the garden. Not a thing seemed out of place; blissfully serene. 

Where was Raphael? Where were both of them? Working?

You grabbed your phone and checked it next - nobody died while you were sleeping.

Nobody you knew, at least.

***

You were heading to grab some breakfast when you heard Raphael’s voice from across the upper floor. The other one, the man he was conversing with, sounded strangely familiar too. 

The usually locked study door was wide open. If they wanted to keep their business hush-hush, they'd have ensured it was bolted shut, wouldn’t they?

"Raul, are you out of your mind?" a male voice asked. "Even Avernus Capital doesn't have that kind of cash on balance."

"I've managed to secure third-party financing to bridge the shortfall." That unmistakable Raphael tone, but Raul's words.

You tiptoed closer, positioning yourself just beyond the doorway.

"Who would have both the money and sheer idiotism to help you take Blackrock private?” 

You vaguely recognised the name 'Blackrock', but couldn’t place it right away.

"Turns out some institutions still hold considerable fortunes," Raul responded. “You’d be surprised what compound interest does through centuries of tax-free reign”.

A quiet pause hung in the air before realization hit the other guy (where do you recognize his voice from?): "I see. Is that why you've been schmoozing up to the Vatican? Why would they get involved in your personal insanity?"

Raphael’s signature laugh echoed through the room; it must be a very large room indeed.

“The same reason anyone does anything: discontentment with how things are evolving and hope for a better leader.”

The other man sighed.

“This is not about money anymore, is it, Raul? Look, I respect your financial acumen but you are not - NOT - cut out for politics. With your... ahem... Neapolitan roots? I am being polite now, Raul. How long until they start digging up skeletons in your father’s garden?”

Intrigued, you couldn't help but peek into the room. Raphael was lounging against a pristine glass desk in his full cambion form, cigarette poised between his fingers, sleeves of his crisp white cotton shirt rolled up. He looked relaxed, unbothered, his tail resting peacefully beside him. The only other person in the room was a middle-aged man with ashen blond hair, facing away from you in a leather chair.

The study itself was a bizarre mix of avant-garde decor and Catholic art. Behind Raphael, a replica of Caravaggio (or not a replica…) dominated the entire wall, a depiction of dying Lazarus; not something you would hang to welcome guests. Thin white Venetian blinds covered floor-to-ceiling windows.

Raphael took an indulgent drag from his cigarette and smiled, making a sweeping gesture with his hand. "The gardens of my father are under cultural heritage protection," he said, "and are not to be dug up, come hell or high water." He paused for a moment before continuing, "And yes, you are right. Maybe I've found a calling more profound than just being Mammon's servant. Perhaps his reign is nearing its end; his promises revealed to be empty. After all, he can't keep exploiting his flock ad infinitum if they refuse to reproduce, can he?" 

You wondered if Raul’s constant smoking irked Raphael because there was something freudian about how he constantly dragged on a cigarette.

"A servant of Mammon..." Markus repeated. "A higher calling... Do you even hear yourself?"

"I do," Raphael replied. "And I quite like what I hear. See, Markus; inspire a man’s faith and he’ll paint the Sistine Chapel. Oppress him and he’ll create a masterpiece of fury and rebellion. Give him freedom and prepare for an avalanche of TikTok reels. I refuse to accept the downward spiral this world is in. And so should you."

With a flick of his wrist, Raphael extinguished his cigarette on a marble ashtray and stretched out his shoulders.

“I’m taking over Blackrock,” he said. “And with it comes the infrastructure, the influence, the manpower, the global investments to shape this world as I see fit. No longer will Mammon's greed dictate our fate."

The man scoffed. "You're living in a fantasy world," he said. “You'd have to navigate through a mountain of regulators, politicians, public and private investors. No one is willing to relinquish power back to the Old World. And if you keep spouting this nonsense, the engine of your private jet may just... Oh, what's the matter?"

Following Raphael’s glance, the man turned to you; visibly annoyed. 

Oh no, you knew him from the TV and newspapers - the leader of the democratic liberal party. There was even a tweet of yours out there vowing to spit in his face if given the chance after his speech on welfare and immigrants.

He looked at you with an arched eyebrow; dismissing you at first glance, clearly expecting you to shut the door but Raphael waved you over instead.

“This woman is privy to all my secrets, Markus,” Raphael stated. “Allow me to introduce you to my consort, Anya Berger.”

“Your what now?”, Markus blinked in surprise. “A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Berger”.

”My beloved consort”, he repeated, looking right into your eyes with a tender smile. “The wonderful being that gave me the keys to my kingdom come”. He beckoned again, this time with more urgency: "Come here mouse; don't be timid."

Raphael introduced you as his consort in front of one of the most powerful people in the country. It felt surreal.

He leaned in for a kiss and you happily obliged, tasting his perfectly soft and moisturised lips. As your eyes fluttered open mid-kiss, you stole a glance at Markus who was looking increasingly uncomfortable.

"Three weeks ago, you were swearing off women," Markus sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. "Remember when that French girl accused you of God knows what and Camilla needed my help to handle the media fallout?"

"I am forever grateful for your assistance during that time," Raphael responded. "But then I met this enchanting creature and it made me question everything. Look at her! Isn't she an absolute treasure?"

Markus exhaled slowly, clearly struggling with his thoughts before finally voicing them: "Raul, if I don't say this out loud, no one in your circle will. You're...well," he paused again, searching for the right words. "You're losing touch with reality. At first, I thought it was just rumours but now..." He shot a sharp look at you before continuing, "After your father's death, you clawed your way into the top hundred but don't - DON'T - mistake wealth for power; they're not interchangeable currencies."

Raphael watched him with detached amusement, his hand gently stroking your thigh.

“You are not immortal, Raul, is what I am trying to say”.

Raphael let out a laugh. "I just might be. Only death will tell for sure."

Markus' attempts at a diplomatic response died on his lips as he stared at Raphael in disbelief.

“You know, Raul”, he finally said. “The next thing I expect is you telling me God speaks through you”.

Raphael snapped his fingers as if struck by an idea. "Funny you should say that. I had a most peculiar dream of Archangel Raphael recently. Maybe one day God will choose me as His envoy and I will spread His word loud and clear. After all, His flock tends to wreck chaos when left unguided”.

Markus turned to you, pleading for some form of support. "You...you don't think it's crazy talk, Ms. Berger? You don't want to say anything to your boyfriend?"

“I don’t think it’s crazy talk”, you shrugged. “And I am an expert”.

That silenced him.

“Anya stands by me no matter what, my precious little mouse”, Raphael purred, placing a hand on your shoulder. “While it appears I’ve vastly overestimated your loyalty, Markus. Years of friendships, of secrets shared, of deals struck, and this is your payback. Tsk-tsk. Have you forgotten what happened in Sankt Moritz in 99? Because I certainly haven't."

If the threat bothered him, Markus did not let it show; he stood up from his chair and dusted off his suit.

“I've vastly overestimated your sanity, Raul”, Markus retorted. “I wish both of you a good day. You won't be having my backing in Davos, by the way. When you fall - and you will - I refuse to get pulled down with you.”

“Anya?”, Raphael looked at you with a smile. “Do you want to wish our dear guest something? A final farewell, perhaps?"

What? 

Should you kill Markus or something? You could gladly spit him in the face, but killing him yourself seems a bit… ugh… well. 

He could just… change his mind.

“I wish you would… reconsider?”, you suggested. “I wish you would reconsider”.

That came out… the way it came out.

Markus stared at you the very familiar stare of somebody who both slightly pities you and is slightly disgusted by you.

“…madhouse”, the man said and went straight for the door. 

As soon as the door closed behind Markus, you turned to Raphael with a bewildered look on your face.

“Was that...was that really-”

“It was whom I used to consider a friend. Perhaps with a tad more fervor in your wishes next time, my dear mouse”, Raphael said, a smile on his face that barely masked annoyance. “A bit more direction as well. You are only granted that which you truly yearn for, after all."

You quickly nodded, and watched his face shift. It was fleeting, momentarily, but you learned to read it very well.

"So, my sleeping beauty, did you have a good rest?" Raul asked. "You were out for a full day and a half. I was practically dying of loneliness and yet, being the gentleman that I am, I let you sleep in peace. Now don't I deserve some praise for being so kind?”

“You do”, you nodded. “Amazing fit of willpower”.

“Did you miss me terribly?”, he asked as he pushed strands of hair away from your face. “Or did you think about running away again?”

“Yes, of course”, you said, and quickly corrected yourself: “I mean no, no thoughts of running away, of course, and yes, I missed you terribly”.

Raul interpreted your words in the only way he wanted to interpret them.

“Is that so? I have twenty minutes until the next call”, he said, pulling your body to him. "Do you think that would be enough to show me how badly I was missed?”

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[ssho197]

pt.1 showering with my fav genshin men

contents: gender neutral reader, slight nsfw, nudity, injury (xiao), slight public nudity (xiao), praise (kazuha), degradation (scaramouche), body shaming (scaramouche)

pt.1 xiao, kazuha, scaramouche

first post abt charas other than xiao ??? hope this does well (i’m actually roasting and burning to a crisp here it’s so hot augh)

xiao

starting off strong w my fav ofc,, so when you often to shower with him to help clean the blood off his wounds, he declined immediately since he didn’t want to trouble you with cleaning him but you insisted,,, also doesn’t have to be a shower it could be bathing in a lake,,

when you first took your clothes off to get into the shower/lake xiao turned away instantly and just refused to look at you so you turned his head towards yours and gave him a little kiss as confirmation or jus a sign of like “it’s ok xiao don’t worry”

his clothes were stained red in some parts so you also helped wash them after you two showered/bathed together,, you helped clean every inch of his body and you made sure not to put too much pressure on his wounds

as for how he acts while showering together,, he was pretty flustered but he does praise you or validate you if you’re insecure about your body,, he would also let you be under the shower head to ensure that you’d be warm he wouldn’t dare hog the water

kazuha

he’s one of my favs because he’s just so sweet!!!!! jdjcjsnsjdixa so he first offered to wash your hair after you had an extremely long and difficult day and of course you accept his offer,, after you settle down and put away your work/day/school stuff he’s already got candles going in the bathroom, he somehow dimmed the lights and got your comfy pajamas ready

just seeing your boyfriend treat you like royalty brought tears to your eyes,, you got into the bathroom with kazuha waiting for you patiently and he went in for a quick kiss to comfort you and he then brought you to the bathtub or shower and he offered to help you take off your clothes to which you agreed,, he’s super gentle with you and he makes sure he folds away the clothes he takes off you,, he also takes off his own clothes and then takes your hand and steps into the shower/bathtub with you going in first

bathtub ver: he lets you lay on his chest as he rubs the shampoo into your scalp while giving you a scalp massage,, it’s so comfortable and relaxing you could just fall asleep in your boyfriend’s arms as he washes your hair for you,,, he makes sure to wash your hair with both shampoo and conditioner, he tends to your scalp and tangles delicately, as if he were holding a butterfly.

shower ver: he lets you stand under the shower head and he holds you with one hand by the waist as the other washes your hair,, he makes sure to be careful while grabbing the next bottle as to not make you slip on the wet tiles

he’s not flustered or embarrassed at all, he loves you for who you are and praises your body all the time,, he kisses your scars or marks that make you insecure and tells you you’re beautiful, even when you’re as vulnerable as when you’re showering

scaramouche

oh boy. this is going to be a wild ride. you had to offer to shower with scaramouche first and after he thought about it for a week he finally agreed. he thought it was stupid and weird that you wanted to shower with him. “ugh you’re so fucking clingy. fine. i’ll do it. are you happy now?”

he finally got another haircut and you have to wash his hair to get rid of any stray hairs that might still be on his head,, you explain this to him and after a tiny passive aggressive argument, he agrees.

you drag him to the bathroom and take off your clothes, when you finish, you look at scaramouche who is still fully clothed, scowling at you and looking you up and down. “what?! what the fuck are you looking at? take your clothes off and hurry up scara” he finally does and god. his body left you stunned. his waist and chest were so nice to look at.. AHEM?? “now what are YOU looking at?

he hogs the hot water and you have to push him out of the way so you don’t freeze to death,, you take care of his scalp and make sure not to pull too hard on the minor tangles and knots in his hair as you rub the shampoo into his hair. he throws small insults at you, degrading you and your body,, “ugh.. you take up so much room…” or “why do you look like that… ugh..”

[aquagirl1978]

Happy - Ellis Twilight x Reader (Ikemen Villains)

A/N: Congrats on your route release, Ellis!

Pairing: Ellis Twilight x Reader

Prompt: jam jar seen in Ellis' pv

Word count: 713

Tags: fluff with a spicy kiss (and an appearance by Jude)

Divider by @natimiles

“Hey Ellis,” you called out when you saw his tall figure walking in the hallway, “are you busy? I was out with Victor shopping earlier. A new bakery just opened and I bought some cookies.” 

Rather than answer, Ellis quietly entered the room and took a seat next to you at the table. He smiled softly as you nudged the plate of treats towards him.

“Is that raspberry?” he asked, peering closer at the pile of jam thumbprint cookies mounded on the plate.

“Yes, it is!” Your eyes sparkled with excitement as you spoke, quietly dying to know if he would like them. “I got them just for you,” you added. Picking one up, you held it between your thumb and forefinger, offering the sweet treat to him.

“Oh no, you first,” he insisted. He took the cookie from your hand and held it up to your mouth. His lips curled into a sweet smile as he watched you bite into the cookie.

“How is it?” he asked, his gaze tender, his voice softer than usual.

“Delicious…” Your eyes closed as you savored the buttery taste of the cookie, the raspberry jam sweet on your tongue.

He leaned closer to you; his twilight eyes twinkled like the stars in the night sky, easily capturing yours. Your hand holding the cookie fell to the table as he cupped your cheek in his palm, bringing your face to meet his. 

“Can I have a taste?” he whispered. Nodding, your lips parted, awaiting his kiss.

Catching a glimpse of his smile, a happy sigh escaped before he covered your mouth with his. He deepened the kiss, his tongue probing open your soft lips. Your tongue twisted with his, sharing the buttery sweetness of the cookie.

Resting a hand on his shoulder, your body inched closer to his. You were in heaven and could have sat there all night with him. But Ellis broke the kiss, his body tensed as the sound of faint footsteps were heard.

And a moment later, it was gone and silence filled the room.

Ellis rested his forehead against yours; gazing into your eyes affectionately, he stroked your cheek softly with his thumb.

“Are you happy?” he asked. The way he leaned in, your name a whisper on his lips, made your breath hitch as your eyelids drifted closed.

“Yes,” you sighed, your lips melting against his. Ellis wrapped his hand around the back of your head, needy for your kiss. Everything felt warmer as his tongue swept inside your mouth, stealing your breath.

Ellis’ mouth traveled along your jawline, peppering your skin with tiny kisses, your breath shuddering as he mouth moved down your neck and his hand slid up your thigh.

“Ellis…” you panted as he rained biting kisses upon your sensitive skin, “are you happy?”

He lifted his head and looked up at you with the gentlest smile.

“All that matters is…” 

“Ahem….”

Standing in the doorframe with his hands on hips, was Jude, an ugly scowl marring his otherwise handsome face.

“Ellis! “ he barked, eyeing the big plate of cookies on the table. “What do ya think this is, snack time? You’ve got a job to do for me. Now get!” 

“Sorry, Jude.” Ellis rose slowly from his seat, a wistful smile on his face as he gazed into your eyes. Boss’ orders, his eyes said silently. He kissed the top of your head, his shoulders sagging as he walked away.

Ellis stopped before he reached the doorway and turned his head, looking at you over his shoulder.

“Leave some of those cookies for later, okay?”

“Of course,” you replied, lifting your hand in a wave goodbye.

Jude watched your sad goodbye and rolled his eyes. 

“Don’t worry, princess,” Jude smirked, “he won’t be dying. Well, not tonight anyway.” He winked at you as Ellish brushed past him, the two men turning and leaving in the night. 

Picking up a cookie from the plate, you bit into it; the raspberry jam melted into the crisp, buttery cookie, instantly reminding you of your sweet Ellis. As you returned the remaining cookies into the box, your heart thrummed in your chest, excited to share the rest of them with him later.

I hope I make you happy, too, Ellis.

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[soahbee]

Dear my diary - Summary post. HI GIRLS!!! <3

The opening of the year is over and the new semester begins! The Tc community is back again!💋 Hell yeahhh I can't wait to read everyone's blogs, and I can also write my nonsense to you, since this is my diary, so I try to write things out of myself better.

There will be drama for sure girls!!😵 What do I have to face this semester?? Hmm.. Well, looking at the new students, there are a lot of beautiful girls…(well, all girls are beautiful to me) lol Some of them look like very girly tumblr girls, so khm: if anyone follows me, I'll let you know that the "literature and art" teacher is booked! OKAY??😭 I hope no one wants to start a fight with me!! (pls nooo)

There are also pretty boys, but since none of them are crisp 30-40-50 ahem..sooo not really interested. (sorry guys oops)

Next: There is a new teacher. (female OF COURSE) I hope she has a partner because I'll go crazy if she is single.🙂 She will be my biggest enemy if she doesn't behave, and it would be unpleasant because I'll have a mandatory class with her. T-T I'm trying to stay positive!!

I want to do many things differently. Learning from my mistakes not only about R, but about everything. I will have double class with R, which Im very happy about, and it seems that I have many more practical hours, which means that I will be in school more. I hope to see more of R. Also, I took up a subject that he teaches, Idk exactly what it means based on the name, but I'll be curious. So one more hour when I can see him!! Yippie :3

I hope that I'll do better at school this semester and that I'll make many memories with R. Soah gives the best!! Love yaaa girls

[suppose-i-was-worm]

Rules of Engagement

**The last aside I currently have for the arctic siren AU! This is ALLL fluff**

Dick was confused. Jason, his precious little brother, had been acting strange for a few days- searching things on his phone during patrols, checking his personal bank account on the Batcomputer, and generally being shifty.

Now, Dick Grayson knew when to ignore things. He might be a bat, but he’d spent enough time with Young Justice to be emotionally competent like that. Whatever was going on with Jason? Probably shouldn’t just be ignored. He didn’t want another duffel bag incident.

Not that he expected that to happen- it had been almost a year since Jason’s last pit-fueled outburst, and he still hadn’t explained what happened to make them go away. Dick wouldn’t pry- his little wing was happier than he’d ever been, with a steady boyfriend and a fast hold on the crime in Crime Alley.

“What do you want, Dick?”

“Hey Jay! Want to hang out with me today?”

“I… had plans already.”

“Oh. Well, maybe we can hang out tomorrow? Get some bonding time in?”

There was a long pause, and Dick let it happen so that Jason could think about what he wanted to say.

“You could come with me. On my errand.”

Feeling a thrill of triumph, Dick nodded furiously, before remembering he was on the phone.

“Sure! What errand are we running?”

“A shopping trip. Dress nice.”

~~

Dick waited impatiently for Jason to ride up the long drive, motorcycle helmet in hand. He was almost shaking with excitement to hang out with his brother.

Much to his surprise, instead of stalling and waiting for Dick to get on, Jason pulled to the side and parked his motorcycle.

“Hey, little wing! Need something in the manor?”

“In the garage.” Jason wasn’t meeting Dick’s eyes. “We’re taking the BMW.”

Dick followed bemusedly, and they passed and equally bemused Tim on the way. Jason glanced at Tim, then at Dick, and then scowled.

“You can come, Drake, but I’m not taking the Demon Brat.”

“Hey! I had to dress nice, but Tim gets to come in jeans and a t-shirt?”

Jason grinned back at Dick.

“I like him better right now.”

Dick faked a swoon as they walked.

After a short squabble for shotgun- Dick won- the three of them headed out. Dick asked a few questions on the way, but Jason got quieter and quieter the longer they drove. Once he stopped answering, Tim leaned forward.

“Are we going to the Diamond District?”

Dick looked to Jason, who jerked a nod.

“Shopping.”

“For what?”

Jason flushed red as a tomato.

“Engagement ring.”

Tim slapped a hand over Dick’s mouth before he could let out an excited squeal.

~~~

Jason led them to the first jewelry store on the strip, hands in his pockets and looking as nonchalant as he could, still a little heat in his cheeks from his confession in the car.

The chipper store clerk greeted them without batting an eye at Tim’s attire.

“How can I help you today?”

With a smile that he didn’t feel, Jason answered.

“Yes- I’m looking for engagement rings. Do you have anything with blue or green stones?”

The clerk ducked her head in a nod.

“Of course, sir. What size were you needing? We might have the right size in stock for take-home today, or we can resize and you can pick your choice up later!”

Jason knew this next part would be awkward, but with Dick and Tim hovering behind him, he had the courage to pull out the small box in his pocket, and then open it to reveal an onion ring crisp.

“About this size.”

He watched as the clerk visibly struggled to keep from laughing as she took the box from him.

“Let me- ahem. Let me measure that for you, then.”

“Do that.”

Without turning, Jason elbowed Dick, who was snickering quietly behind him. Tim had the grace to at least turn away.

“Shut up. It was the only way I could figure it out without him being suspicious.”

“I didn’t say anything, Jaybird!”

“You thought it real hard.”

~~~

This was surreal. Tim wasn’t sure exactly what was going on, but by the third high-end jewelry store they went to (and no robberies yet!), he figured this was a prank of some kind. Surely Jason didn’t have to pull out the onion loop at every store?

By the glint in Jason’s eye leaving the first store, yes. He did. For fun.

Tim needed more coffee.

Finally, after six stores (how were there so many jewelry stores in Gotham?) and three hours (how were none of the stores robbed in a three hour span?), they found a ring that Jason approved of.

Tim had liked most of the rings they saw, but apparently this one was the one. It was a beautiful ring- a coffin cut blue sandstone framed tastefully by diamonds on a twisting silver band.

It was also prohibitively expensive for anyone who wasn’t filthy rich.

He didn’t know why Jason had snickered when the clerk had described the gem as ‘coffin cut’, but then again, he was tired and wanted to go home.

Don’t get him wrong, Tim was overjoyed that Jason had deemed him worthy of joining in on this trip- it’s just… An excited, emotional Dick is an exhausting Dick.

Their big brother was practically bouncing out of his skin when they left the store, perfectly sized ring in hand.

“Can we go get lunch? Have you planned your proposal? Have you two talked about marriage yet? How do you think he’ll react?”

Jason shrugged, biting down on the onion loop with a satisfying crunch.

“No. Nein. Non. Positively, I hope.”

Dick pouted, and Tim steeled himself to resist the oncoming puppy-dog-eyes. Dick was unfairly good at them.

“C’mon, Jaybird, give us something?”

Jason scowled.

“I let you come get the ring with me. We’re going back to the manor to show Alfred.”

Tim couldn’t help but cut in.

“Not Bruce?”

After a short pause, Jason sighed.

“Maybe Bruce, if Dick stops annoying me.”

Dick mimed zipping his lips shut and then eating the key, which Tim thought was counterintuitive.

~~~

Bruce watched as his second son showed Cass and Duke the ring he’d purchased for Danny. He’d been shown, thankfully, and approved- of both the ring and the intended. Even if he didn’t he would still be happy for Jason.

Danny Nightingale would be a wonderful addition to the family, not just because of his physical resemblance to the rest of his adoptees. He was smart, quick-witted, and willing to stand up for both himself and the people he cared about.

Now, Bruce was a little wary that this was going so fast- the two had only been dating for a little over ten months, but if it made Jaylad happy, then so be it.

He would, however, insist on being the one to give his son away. Maybe he could convince Diana to officiate? Jason would like that. He had always idolized her, even when he was running around in the Robin suit.

Was Bruce jealous? No.

A little.

Jason had pulled out his phone to make a call.

“Hi Aunt Diana! I’m going to ask my boyfriend to marry me!”

Fine, yes. Bruce was wildly jealous. But he got it. Wonder Woman is cooler than Batman.

[thehyperfixationcorner]

Sometimes I forget this is a disney blog XD so here are my thoughts on the animation news from D23! (That I know of):

Moana 2 ⛵️: trailer looked great (the big sis lil sis moment??? AAAAA (Certified sibling dynamic enjoyer over here), animation is crisp and beautiful, story sounds interesting, LOVE Moana's redesign and that there are more characters for the journey! Only worries are the repetitive elements and no LMM, but I'll keep an open mind!

Zootopia 2 🐰🦊: we only got a few small details but I'm happy to see Ke Huy Quan in another movie, plus the few images we got really reminded me how I love that film! The one image of Nick and Judy radiates such energy

Toy Story 5 🧸: look, no one loves this series more than me, and no one is more terrified of this sucking. BUT. The tech plot line sounds promising. Just hope ruining 4's alltimer sad ending is done well, somehow

Incredibles 3🦸‍♂️: we just know it's happening. Please be better than 2. Please.

Hoppers🦫: YEAH BABY THAT’S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT! This shit sound crazy! Plus, We Bare Bears guy! However, I do get people's annoyance at yet another not white Animated lead spending most their time as an animal or something

Win or Lose⚾️: such creative animation, and my kind of concept! I think this could take tumblr by storm!

Tiana show 🐸: I just wanna SEE IT ALREADY

Mufasa: The Lion King 🦁: sigh... at least the acting and expressions are a little better. Skipping it anyway.

Snow White 🍎: ahem... NO. Put aside how bad it looks, the exclusion of dwarf actors, frikin Gal Gadot, or the animals straight out of a Facebook AI commercial. This is the movie that PROVED ANIMATED MOVIES CAN WORK. Every single person who put their soul into that movie is rolling in their fucking Graves.

Lilo and Stitch 👽: ...At least he doesn't give me nightmares.

Phineas and Ferb ☀️: already gave my thoughts in an ask for a different blog, but I'm cautiously optimistic!

Dream Productions 💭: eh

Frozen 3 ❄️: please be better than 2, please be better than 2

[aficionadoenthusiast]

hi! i also love comedy! any chance we could get some more funny fic recs?

yes, absolutely!

pjo

sorry, don't have a ton of these, I tend to read more serious fics for this fandom

keeping it fruity by buoyantsaturn; valgrace, T, 4k; Leo is both so relatable and so silly, I love it

Leo huffed. “Sorry, I just don’t think I can support such senseless violence,” he grumbled, knowing that all of the excuses he and Nico had come up with over the last few years would be useless by that point. “What is a sport, really, if not an excuse to beat some stranger to a pulp?”

sex education by CordeliaRose; solangelo, E & M, 5-20k; I'm not normally a fan of smut, so if this one got me to read smut, you know it's good

Percy tries to give Nico a sex talk. It goes about as well as anyone could have predicted.

marvel

shelter order by deniigiq; team red, G, 46k; team red quarantine group chat fic, need I say more?

Little Spidey (Pink): Hello Twitter. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Spiderman has decided that we should share with you all our private chat. We will be doing so on the condition that y’all remain cool about it. You gonna be cool? (Peter decides to raise spirits of those in isolation by sharing parts of the Team Red chat online day by day.)

Fishing Isn’t Fair to the Fish by NezumiPi; defenders, T, 17k; I was not expecting this one to have so much humor. or an exorcism.

Spoilers for Defenders S1 and prior individual shows. In a magnificent display of poor judgment, Luke Cage invites the Defenders on an upstate fishing trip in they can get to know one another better and perhaps smooth over some minor interpersonal conflicts. Contains (in no particular order): Minor interpersonal conflicts, major interpersonal conflicts, moderate impersonal conflicts, Danny Rand’s undergarments, porn for the blind, misuse of pharmaceuticals, talking swans, occasional fishing, and some seriously unpleasant business.

Mr. Stark's Home for Idiot Teenagers by OffToNewPastures; Iron family, T, 98k; tbh it's been so long since I read this one that I don't remember what it's about, but I have it marked as funny, so here you go

Peter is there, slumped over the kitchen island, slowly cramming spoonfuls of Double Chocolate Cookie Crisp into his mouth, hair tousled and sticking up every which way, and Tony realizes with sudden clarity that he’s fighting a losing battle. Maybe not today, maybe he can put it off for a while, but someday he’s just going to have to give up and love this ridiculous kid. - In which Tony Stark learns object lessons about love, sacrifice, death, friendship, and parenthood; and makes his peace with the unfortunate reality that his penthouse will be crawling with asshole teenagers every weekend for the foreseeable future. Follows canon...loosely. Ahem.

Chaotic Peter by Isnt_it_pretty_to_think_so; Iron family, T, 15-20k; this one is hilarious and painful and gripping and so so beautiful, and it has a logical path to the Iron family trope that doesn't make me cringe. I stayed up to 5 am on a weekday reading it. No regrets. (My note on ao3: "Reread first story to laugh until you cry, reread second part to feel something," if anyone was doubting how I feel about this fic.)

"Is there a reason you're calling this late at night?" Tony asks, worried in spite of himself. "Tell me what's going on, kid." “Everything is one-hundred-percent fine,” Peter says. “Seriously, I've never been better. But I should let you know I have about thirty bricks of cocaine in my bedroom. Also, Karen won't let me turn off Instant Kill Mode. Also, Walmart discontinued my special razzleberry pink squeezy lemonade. Which isn't related to tonight's patrol, I'm just bummed about it.”  Or: The five times Instant Kill Mode is activated +1

Super Duper Side Effects by awesomesockes, whumphoarder; Avengers, T, 16k; most mcu fans probably recognize this one and know it's hilarious

The downside of an enhanced metabolism is that it renders most drugs completely ineffective. Captain America accepted this long ago as an occupational hazard. But after Peter sustains a serious injury in the line of duty and the doctors have no way to manage the pain, Steve decides to volunteer as a test subject for Bruce and Tony’s experimental super drug. However, the soldier ends up getting a little more than he bargained for. (Alternative title: Original Drug Tester: Steve Rogers)

Obligatory mention of the fic that caused this ask:

in technicolor by deniigiq; Marvel's various NYC vigilantes & Brett Mahoney, not rated (I'd give it a T), 120k; again. the observor pov gives the idea of wildlife being studied in their natural habitat, and it is so. fucking. funny.

Brett sighed and looked down at the folder in his hand. “Your name is Peter, right?” “Lawyer.” “Peter, we haven’t even started talking. Let’s just take a minute to ease up.” “Lawyer.” “Bud, we haven’t charged you with a crime. This is just talking.” “Law. Yer.” Goddamn. (Brett's encounters with Team Red/vigilantes and their weird fucking way of helping)

hp

Still Preoccupied... With 1979 by darkbluedark; drarry (+jily & wolfstar), T, 15-20k; pre drarry accidental time travel hanging onto their rivalry for convenience? hilarious.

It’s May 1979 and the Order has just apprehended a pair of mysterious wizards who look remarkably like a Potter and a Malfoy. Naturally, James Potter and Sirius Black are called in to identify the strangely familiar strangers and determine their backgrounds and loyalties. (This would be a lot easier if their captives weren’t convinced everyone they talk to is dead. It would also be easier if they didn’t spend half their bloody time bickering.)

sirius black and the "mystery girl" by tjmcharg; wolfstar, T, 29k; heteronormativity but for humor reasons

"You can't tell me who you're with?" Lily smiles at him hopefully. Sirius laughs. "Alright Evans, if you're so curious, I have a proposition for you" "We'll set up a little bet, you have until the end of the school year - so two months - to work out who I'm dating, or..." he pauses to think and with an evil smirk decides, "or you have to ask your crush out on a date."

pair of tossers with a cat by moonymoment; wolfstar, G, 10k; a cat nearly destroys them. in the middle of a war.

Something seemed to dawn on Remus then; something so obvious he couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it before. He frowned and looked at Sirius quizzically. “What?” “Are you…” Remus began, gaping slightly, “jealous of the cat, Sirius?” Sirius looked down. “I’m not jealous of the cat.” “You’re jealous of the cat!” “I am not jealous of the bloody cat.” Remus finds a stray cat on the street and brings it in. Sirius is not impressed. Chaos ensues.

(fuck jkr. for those of you who don't know me.)

(if y'all have any especially funny fics you wanna share, i would not be opposed 👀) (especially marvel and pjo 👀👀)