#Had to wear spicy disguise

[avampyone]

Junelezen Day 18: Evening

Hemlocke enjoying the evening hours in a recent trip to Kugane~

[vivwritesfics]

Keep On Rolling - MV1

Chapter One

Summary: Lando's best friend having feelings for anyone on the grid? Impossible, right? She worked with them, sharing her friendship with the grid with the world via the FormulaY/N youtube channel.

After film a video including... spicy water (alcohol), everything changes between her and a certain world champion. Good thing she hasn't had a crush on him since his F1 debut, right?

Right?

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Hello everybody! Long break, I know (life throws curveballs), but I'm taking the blog in a different direction. Hope you guys like my first F1 imagine, I'm really passionate about it.

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"Hello everybody and welcome back to another episode of Paddock Pals," Y/N said to the camera, holding her microphone in her hand. "Now, if you're new to the channel or don't remember the first installment, Paddock Pals is where cameraman James and I go around the Formula One paddock, dressed in the best disguises, and try to have the weirdest interview possible with the drivers," she explained. "Whoever recognises us first wins the game."

Y/N L/N was maybe the biggest name in Formula One youtube. She brought something to the game that nobody else had - access to the drivers.

Growing up as best friends with Lando Norris had its perks. She got to make a career out of her friendship and got to travel the world. She wasn't much into the sport until she met Lando. Now, she was a woman obsessed.

"As you can probably tell, James and I are not yet in disguise. We're filming this the night before so we had head straight there tomorrow, catch them bright, early, and unaware." She was stood in her hotel room in Australia, going over the previous installment of Paddock Pals. "Last time we got caught out by the honey badger himself, Daniel Riccardo. So, this time around, Danny Ric is going to be helping us out by letting us do a pretend interview with him when we need to."

The cameraman walked over to the mirror, showing himself. "This year we're making predictions on who we think will catch us out. I think it'll be Charles this year," he said. "He's been suspicious for a while, always asking when we're doing the next episode."

"As always, I think it's going to be Lando," said Y/N when the camera turned back to her. "I always try to leave him until last because, if anybody is going to catch us out, it's going to be him."

After that, James cut the camera. They needed a break, a moment to gather themselves together. "You really think Charles?" Y/N asked as they changed over the head of her microphone. Usually, it was the FormulaY/N microphone, but she changed it to a generic black one for the Paddock Pals video. "Not Max or Oscar?"

"And why would I say Max?" Asked James with a grin. Y/N glared, but she didn't push. Charles was a good choice. He spent almost as much time with Y/N as Lando did. Her audience loved him, and she lived to keep her audience happy. That was what brought in the money. "Want to put a wager on this one?"

Y/N shook her head. She positioned herself ready to start filming again. They filmed late into the night, Y/N showing off the props and the outfits they were going to wear for the rest of the video. Her phone buzzed once, and they had to film the whole section again.

By the time they were finished they had barely any battery left in the camera and were ready for bed. James had left to go to his own room but Y/N was sitting on her bed, texting Lando. It wasn't anything important, wishing him good luck for tomorrow and complaining about the heat in Australia.

And then it was a restless sleep. When Y/N woke up in the middle of the night, she stayed up scrolling through her comments. It didn't make getting to sleep any easier for her, scrolling through the comments on her youtube videos and social media posts. There were positive fans, most of them seemed to be young women. But there were some, commenting on her appearance and calling her friendship with the grid fake. Some said she didn't know what she was talking about when it came to Formula One, that she was only there because she was sleeping with Lando.

Of course, none of it was true. It played over in Y/N's head nonetheless. Normally, Y/N would text Lando when this happened, but he was asleep. And sleep was desperately what he needed leading up to the qualifying.

Eventually, Y/N fell asleep, her phone still in her hand.

Y/N and James woke up to their alarms in the early hours of the morning. They got up, set up the camera and got into their disguises. "You're so lucky I was obsessed with special affects as a kid," said James as he attached the fake nose to Y/N's face. He placed a bushy moustache under it and handed her the coloured contacts to put in.

Y/N's clothing was heavily padded, hiding her shape. She had her hair hidden up in a cap and an obviously fake press pass. She just had to help nobody looked too closely.

James did his own disguise. He changed everything but the camera, but they just had to hope nobody noticed that, either. Once they were ready and had given an update to the viewers, Y/N and James made their way down to the paddock.

"A lot of people have been asking us to include Alonso and Stroll in these videos. Truth is, I only do these videos with the guys I'm close with. Fernando is such a legend that I get nervous around him, and I just haven't spent that time with Lance," she explained to the camera as they walked.

"And now, for our first victim," said James.

The drivers that walked past were the ones Y/N didn't have anything planned for. Sargeant, Stroll, Checo Perez. Y/N and James waited and waited until somebody came by.

Oscar Piastri. The poor, young Australian was Y/N's first victim. "Oscar! Welcome to your first home race in Formula One!" Y/N shouted, calling him over for an interview. The second question was normal, something Oscar was happy to answer. But then Y/N got a little strange. "As all F1 fans know, the man who had your seat before you loved to do a shoey. Have you managed to try one yet?" The question itself wasn't strange, but it was about to be.

Y/N slowly eased off her shoe as Oscar answered the question. When he answered no, not yet in Formula One, Y/N passed him her microphone. "Hold this for me," she said and picked her shoe up from the floor. She grabbed a can of beer from her coat pocket and poured the contents of it into her shoe. "Here, try mine."

Oscar's eyes went wide. "Uh, no thanks," he said and passed the microphone back to James. Without finishing the interview, Oscar walked away. Y/N couldn't blame him, she would have done the same.

"Warm up complete. Time for the real thing," said Y/N brushing down the hairs of her fake moustache.

The next driver to walk past was poor George Russell.

Y/N went on and on, asking the drivers the weirdest questions she could think of. Most finished the interview, or walked away before it had finished. Halfway through, Y/N had her interview with the honey badger himself, Daniel Riccardo. It wasn't a real interview, but they made it look as such. The end of the interview was made to look like a success.

After that, Y/N interviewed Ocon, Tsunoda, and Leclerc. Charles went on the longest out of any of the drivers. Y/N asked him questions about Ferrari and how sad he is after almost every race. He looked at her with confusion when she spoke, and Y/N thought she had been found out.

Y/N moved on. It was Verstappen next. Y/N asked weird questions and got the perfect response. He definitely knew, she thought as he laughed. Towards the end of the interview, Y/N felt the hat come off her head, revealing her hair. She gasped and turned around to see Charles stood there, her hat in hand. "I knew it!" He cried, using her hat to smack her shoulder. "I knew it was you!"

"And there you have it, folks," Y/N began, placing her hat back on her head. This time it didn't hide her hair. "This years winner of Paddock Pals is Charles Leclerc! What do you win, Mr Leclerc? Bragging rights, of course," she said and passed her microphone to the Monégasque.

Charles did an acceptance speech. Like everything he and Y/N did together, it was all for a laugh.

"That concludes this years episode of Paddock Pals. Thank you everybody for watching. Don't forget to like, subscribe, and join us next week and in Azerbaijan for the next race."

James cut off the camera. "And we're out," he said and pulled off his fake nose.

Y/N did the same, pulling off the fake nose and the moustache from her face. "Did you have any idea?" Asked Y/N, turning to Max. The heat in Australia was sweltering. Y/N worked on taking off her multitude of padded jumpers, leaving her in a loose, classy shirt and a pair of shorts.

Not answering, Max looked away and let out a laugh. Of course, he knew, thought Y/N. Shaking her head, she turned away from him. "Good luck, Super Max," she said and took her leave, walking away from the Paddock.

It wasn't race day, but her viewers didn't have to know that. It was qualifying and Y/N wouldn't miss it for the world. James left the paddock, going back to the room to begin editing the video. Y/N made her way to the grandstands to watch. She loved nothing more than sitting with the McLaren fans to watch the qualifying and the race. In most laces Lando's fans were her fans, but they were also respectful, asking for selfies before the qualifying began so she could watch in peace.

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Race day meant race day vlogs for Y/N. Everything from getting ready to after the race, the people wanted to see it all. Y/N tried to dress her best for every race, this time a McLaren shirt with a white tennis skirt.

Cameraman James didn't accompany her for race day vlogs. Sometimes he was in them, watching the race alongside her, but that was a rarity. Y/N had a separate camera for her vlogs. The video quality was worse than when James had his big camera, but the quality wasn't what people were there for.

After having breakfast and getting her final bits ready, Y/N headed down to the paddock. It had become a tradition that she heads down there to wish Lando good luck. She filmed herself going down to the paddock and wishing Lando luck, but turned off the camera after that.

"You look tired," said Lando as Y/N put the camera down.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. "I thought my makeup covered it up," she answered, leaning against the wall.

Rolling his eyes, Lando put his arms around her shoulders and pulled her away from the wall. "You could have texted me if you couldn't sleep."

"And make you tired before the race? No way, Norris."

Lando laughed. "You better get going to the grandstands," he said, walking her to the edge of the garage.

Nodding, Y/N followed him. "Good luck out there, Lando Norris," she said and kissed his cheek.

Y/N filmed herself making her way to the grandstands. She turned off her camera for more selfies with the fans and waited for the race to begin.

The race started smoothly. Of course, Verstappen was on pole, but that's why they called him Super Max. He had Sainz, Hamilton and Leclerc behind him. Lando was stuck in the midfield, but Y/N still cheered him on.

Lap twenty and Lando was taken out of the race. "Shit!" Y/N cried, standing up. She watched as he was stuck in the barrier and thanked God he was near the pits. He drove the car into the garage and Lando climbed out.

Biting her nails, Y/N pulled out her phone and texted Lando.

Letting out a breath, Y/N pulled out her camera. "Update on the race, Lando has just retired after a crash. He's okay. He's in the garage right now and the race is still ongoing. Our favourite driver might be out of the race, but our second favorite is still going," she said and put the camera down.

Y/N sat back in her seat. She turned her attention back to the race, keeping her phone on and in her lap in case Lando needed her.

[nahoney22]

Omg congrats on so many followers! That's so amazing and so well deserved! Might I request Echo and Female reader and the sort of prompt is kissing as a disguise? (It can absolutely get a bit spicy too fyi :0) Oh also can reader just be someone who has been with the batch long enough to be familiar with them and such? Thank you!!! x <3

Kiss Me Quick*** 🌊

🫧 pairing: Echo X Female!Reader

word count: 2.7k

prompts: none

When you and Echo pair up to track a missing shipment for Cid, you both didn’t anticipate that it would end with you two finding somewhere to be alone.

warnings: Light NSFW, 17+ only, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Fake Dating Trope, Steamy Kisses, Neck Kisses and Bites, Touchy-feely, Minor Alcohol Consumption, Reader Wearing a Dress.

a/n: sorry for the wait @mezmatch, enjoy 🫧

“What does she want now?” you muttered, a familiar mix of irritation and reluctance bubbling up.

All you wanted was a rare day of relaxation, but fate, also known as Cid, had other plans.

“Probably to do her dirty work for very little credit,” Echo sighed, shaking his head in agreement.

After taking a moment to mentally prepare, you stepped into Cid’s cluttered office. The Trandoshan greeted you with her usual disdain, referring to you as ‘grumps’ and Echo as ‘killjoy’.

When you asked for details, she waved you off dismissively and activated the console in the center of her office. A large hologram of a notorious crime lord flickered to life. Cid began outlining the mission: gathering information on a shipment of weapons for a mysterious client. But you sensed there was more to it than she was letting on. There always was.

“This is a two-person job, and you two are the perfect candidates,” Cid announced, moving around her desk to take a seat. Her large claws tapped rhythmically across the surface. “And you two lovebirds get to dress up.”

“Could you not get—wait, what? Lovebirds?” You raised an eyebrow, glancing at Echo, who looked equally confused, albeit slightly more flustered.

Cid smirked, looking between the two of you. “Omega said you two were a thing.”

“No, we are not a ‘thing,’” Echo said, using air quotes and shaking his head. “But more to the point, what do you mean by dress up?”

“Don’t worry,” Cid said, her smirk widening. “Bolo and Ketch are on it.”

You folded your arms and stared down at Cid. “I don’t think taking fashion advice from those two is a great idea.”

Cid shrugged casually, waving you both off. “Don’t worry about it. Now, get out.”

Relieved, you left the office with the door hissing shut behind you. “Well, this could be interesting,” you sighed.

Echo agreed with a small mumble, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Uh, why do you think Omega said that about us?”

“You know what she’s like,” you chuckled, not thinking too much into it. “She sees Hunter speaking to literally anyone and asks me if I think Hunter fancies them. She’s trying to play matchmaker.”

“Fair point,” Echo chuckled, but your conversation was soon interrupted by the sound of bickering. Bolo and Ketch entered the parlor, making a beeline straight to you both.

What had Cid gotten you into now?

That evening, the Marauder settled into hyperspace as you and Echo dressed in the outfits Cid’s regulars had picked out for you. Surprisingly, they hadn’t done too bad.

You slipped into a sleek, form-fitting dress in deep sapphire blue, which shimmered with your every movement. It was a far cry from your usual battle-worn attire, but you felt unexpectedly good in it.

Entering the cockpit, smoothing out the dress, you spotted Echo struggling with his cufflinks. “Can I help you with that?” you offered.

Echo was seated at the controls, and as he looked up, he did a double-take. None of the boys had ever seen you dressed so glamorously before. For a second, he thought you were a completely different person. His fingers stumbled, dropping the links as he tsked at himself in embarrassment. “Getting dressed in this kind of stuff is hard when you only have one hand,” he admitted, bending down to pick them up.

You moved closer, gently reaching out to help. “Here, let me.”

As you fixed the links to his cuffs, you also adjusted his slightly askew collar. Echo took a moment to truly look at you, noticing how stunning you looked. Though he had always found you beautiful, tonight you looked especially radiant. He didn’t say anything, but the soft smile on his face spoke volumes.

“There,” you said, stepping back. “All set.”

“Thanks,” Echo replied, his voice a little softer than usual. “You look…”

Gorgeous.

Pretty.

Beautiful.

“…really nice.”

He inwardly cringed at himself but saw your eyes shine at his compliment, which was clearly enough for you. And surprisingly, enough for him too.

You smiled, feeling a warmth creep up your cheeks. “You don’t look too shabby yourself, Sir,”

As you arrived, the grandeur of the event immediately struck you. Shimmering chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a glittering glow over the sea of elegantly dressed guests. The room buzzed with the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses, opulent decorations reflecting the wealth and status of the attendees.

Despite feeling out of place, you couldn’t help but be intrigued by the luxurious surroundings. However, the mission was clear: infiltrate the event, locate the stolen shipment of weapons, and report back to Cid.

Moving through the crowd, you exchanged pleasantries with other guests, trying to get a sense of the situation. Your eyes continuously scanned for any sign of the crime lord or his associates, whose images Cid had ingrained in your minds. Despite the lavish setting, your nerves were on edge. You felt grateful to be teamed up with Echo; his presence gave you a sense of calm in case things went awry.

“I’m going to head right to see if I can catch a lead. Are you okay with going to the left?” Echo asked, his voice steady.

You smiled in agreement at his plan. He gave you a reassuring nod before you split up to cover more ground. You gravitated toward the bar and ordered a cocktail to blend in. The bartender handed you a drink that was a mesmerizing swirl of deep blue and violet, almost matching your dress. It had hints of citrus and a subtle sweetness that lingered on the tongue. You sipped it slowly, your eyes and ears open to any useful information.

As you listened to the murmurs around you, a light tap on your shoulder made you turn. Standing before you was the crime lord himself, tall and imposing in a sharp suit, exuding an aura of controlled menace. He offered a charming, if slightly unsettling, smile.

“Enjoying the evening?” he asked, his tone smooth and courteous.

You maintained your composure, smiling back. “It’s quite the event. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

He leaned on the bar, his eyes gleaming with interest. “I’m glad you’re having a good time. It’s rare to see such beauty in these parts.”

From across the room, Echo’s gaze snapped to the scene. His posture tensed as he watched the exchange, a mix of concern and an unrecognizable pang twisting in his gut as he saw you speaking with the man. Without hesitation, he made his way over, weaving through the crowd.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me,” you said, forcing a smile as you twirled the straw in your drink.

“And if I was?” he countered, his eyes dancing with mischief. “Or are you spoken for?”

Before you could answer, another familiar voice spoke up beside you. “Is everything alright over here?”

Relief washed over you as you saw Echo. When he reached you, you took a bold step, leaning into him, looping your arm through his, and resting your head against his shoulder. “This is my better half,” you said with a sweet smile, hoping the ruse would deter the crime lord from his advances.

Echo, catching on quickly, wrapped his arm around your waist, playing along. “Good evening,” he greeted, his voice steady.

The crime lord’s eyes flickered between you both, a calculating look crossing his face before he let out a chuckle. “A lucky man, indeed,” he said.

“I am,” Echo started, shifting his position before looking across at you. “Has my love asked you about our proposal?”

You stayed silent, allowing Echo to take the reins. Although you should have been paying attention, you couldn’t help but gaze at Echo, watching his lips move but not processing his words. His fingers gently caressed your waist, providing comfort and security. Had he always been so... alluring?

You felt breathless and almost flinched when Echo’s gaze suddenly locked onto you.

“W-What?” you stammered.

Echo raised an eyebrow at you, his hand slipping from your waist, leaving you feeling suddenly cold. “Did you hear what he said?” Echo asked, concern flickering in his eyes.

You blinked, overwhelmed, and took a step back as you realised you were in a whole different realm it seemed. You hadn’t even noticed that the crime lord had left. “Sorry, I... I think I blanked out for a moment,” you admitted, frowning.

He watched you curiously and politely took the drink from your hand, placing it on the bar. “Maybe lay off these?” he suggested with a soft chuckle.

You rolled your eyes, playfully nudging his shoulder. “I only had half of one,” you reiterated, not feeling up to explaining the real reason for your distraction. “Anyway, what intel did you get?”

“He said the shipment is being moved to the docks. I told him we were thinking of getting in on the score.”

You raised an impressed eyebrow. “And he even didn’t question it?”

“Not particularly, no. But it’s best we keep our wits about us,” Echo pointed out, scanning the surroundings before his eyes landed on you again. “We should still ask around or listen for more information, just in case he’s misleading us.”

Agreeing, you and Echo split up once again. But you couldn't lie and say your mind wasn't elsewhere. Echo was definitely boyfriend material for anyone, but you never thought you'd find yourself wanting Echo to be your actual boyfriend. He settled into the role so easily that you wondered if he had done it once before in his 501st days.

Your thoughts were interrupted when a short yet intimidating associate of the crime lord blocked your path, his eyes sharp and scrutinising. “I hear you and your partner are interested in our operation,” he said suspiciously. “What’s your angle?”

“No angle,” you lied smoothly, tilting your head down at him. “It’s just business.”

“Well darling, your business is now my business.” He stepped towards you, but you didn’t back down and held your ground.

A smirk spread across your lips. “I don’t think it is. Besides, it’s your boss I have business with, not his little pup.”

The man’s eyes flared with anger at your words, feeling the sting of your insult. “I don’t trust you, or your little boyfriend. If he even is who you say he is.”

“If I had a credit for every time I didn’t care about your opinion, I wouldn’t have to do this,” you countered, placing your fists on your hips. “Now run along.”

The man muttered something under his breath and stalked off, and you couldn’t help but release the small breath you were holding. If that guy was wary of you and Echo, you were certain the others would catch on too.

You located Echo across the hall and swiftly made your way over to him, gently clutching his arm. “We should get going.”

“What, why?” he asked, looking at you and then scanning the area for any potential dangers. You told him that people were growing suspicious of you both. As you looked around, you saw the associates talking quietly to one another, occasionally glancing at you and Echo.

Your mind fell back to the associate's words, wondering why he would think you and Echo couldn’t possibly be partners. Was there anything you could do to sway their opinion?

Then, an idea clicked—a somewhat smart yet daring move.

You turned back to Echo, watching him as he scanned the environment, his hand resting on your hip. You felt a rush of wild emotions.

Letting go of his arm, your hand moved to his face, cupping his cheek and turning his face back to you softly. You met his eyes, slightly wide and curious but absolutely alluring. Leaning up, your lips landed on his.

You felt his faint gasp against your lips, but he quickly caught on to what you were doing. So, he brought you closer, his eyes fluttering closed.

At first, it started as just a peck, but as you went to pull back, his lips chased yours, not caring who or what saw.

Breaking the kiss eventually, your eyes silently spoke to each other. Without another word, Echo took your hand and led you to a quiet and secure area away from prying eyes. A flush of embarrassment suddenly surfaced, and you expected Echo to say you shouldn’t do that again. But as you turned to face him, ready to apologise, he approached you with steadfast determination and kissed you again.

Surprised, you were backed into a desk, his arm wrapping around you and lifting you onto it with ease. You gasped against his lips, holding onto his shoulders and pulling him closer. The kiss intensified, filled with pent-up emotions of the night and laced desire. His hand roamed your body, his scomp link gently tracing your waist, sending waves of shivers down your spine.

"Echo," you whispered between kisses, your voice low and gentle.

He responded with a soft murmur of your name, his lips leaving yours before trailing down your neck.

Each touch of his lips peppering on your skin made your heart race and your breaths come faster. Was this really happening?

"You’re so beautiful," he murmured against your skin, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes with a smirk. "And you look sexy dressed this way too."

The compliment sent a thrill through you, your cheeks flushing at his bold compliment. “Echo…” you could only respond again with a soft sigh, his name the only thing on your mind.

Echo's grip tightened around you, pulling you closer as if he couldn't bear to let you go. His lips moved back to your neck, and you couldn't help the small moans that escaped, your fingers digging into his shoulders as his warm tongue licked at your exposed skin, followed by a soft nip of his teeth.

"You're everything I've ever wanted," he breathed, his voice filled with sincerity and desire. Your eyes close, gasping at the realisation that Echo had had these strong feelings for you and only now is able to truly express them. You wish he had told you earlier.

His scorching kisses made you feel alive in a way you had never experienced before. The connection between you deepened with each touch, each whispered word. Tongue begging for entrance, you part your lips as soon as his lips touch yours, the passion burning through both of your bodies as your hands move up and down his chest.

“What if someone sees us?” You pant once you break for breath, physically melting as you watch his hand grasp the bottom of your dress, pulling it upwards to expose your legs.

“Then they don’t get to question what you are to me,” he mumbles, drunk in love eyes meeting yours.

His hand started to slip up under your dress, sending a shiver of anticipation through you when suddenly, a sharp beep cut through the haze of your passion.

Echo pulled back, slightly breathless, as his comm went off. Cid's voice crackled through, impatient and nagging. “What’s taking so long? I need details, now. You’re needed back.”

You both exchanged a look, a mixture of frustration and amusement, before Echo answered, his voice steady despite the interruption. “We’ll be there soon, Cid. Just wrapping up.”

He ended the call and looked back at you, his gaze softening. “We should get going.”

You nodded, feeling a bit shy after the intensity of the moment being ruined . “Yeah, we should.”

As you smoothed your dress out, you watched as Echo tried to fix his tie, which you had yanked on accidentally during the kiss. Smiling, you stepped closer and helped him adjust it. “There.”

When you were done, you both met each other's gaze again. Echo couldn’t help but place a gentle kiss on your lips. “Can we talk about what happened after the mission?” he asked softly, his eyes full of hope.

“Of course,” you replied, your heart fluttering. “I’d like that.”

You didn’t want to admit it, but you should thank Omega, and even Cid, for bringing you both together.

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The Liyue Lotus and the Merchant from Snezhnaya

(Pantalone x Fem! Reader)

MDNI +18

Cw: kidnapping, Stalking, non con elements, Graphic violence (later chapters), Yandere content *will update as the series goes on

Cross posted on AO3

1.The White Lotus (you are here), Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10~

Synopsis: Unfortunately, The Regerator develops a fixation with you while you are working undercover for Yelan. And there’s no one who can get in his way of his prized Lotus.

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So delighted

Drowning in happines

Floating

Far and wide

Only with you, we'll be as one soon

If it's in you, you will be loved soon

Only with you, we'll be as one soon

Baby, won't you fall in love?

You had been watching the harbor all day.

This is normally a task you complete on the regular, but today was even more urgent than usual.

Taking a dainty swig from the steaming tea in front of you from where you sat in the middle of the crowded storyteller's crowd, blending in with most of the audience, you had a perfect view of where your target was rumored to be.

After the failed mission holding Theofan in custody by your boss and the traveler, you and your bosses subordinates were sent to the shadows to find where your person of interest was.

It had just turned noon, and the skies were carrying a warm breeze singaling the change from spring to summer as you kept your eyes on the busy streets for anyone matching his description. 

Taking another sip, you looked back around behind you observing the scene before you.

The storyteller was retelling some story youd heard 50 times in the few weeks you'd been sent to watch this particular area for your target.

Everyone around you was focused on the storyteller, with a few enjoying the tea or snacks they bought from the various stalls below.

No one would suspect you were the white lotus.

The highest-ranking subordinate of Yelan's intelligence gatherers—at least thats what Yelan and Ningguang named you.

Only they knew your true name.

After finishing your cautious observation, you went back to looking towards the street for the umpteenth time this day.

A shiver ran down your spine before you saw him.

“Is this seat taken, miss?”

At first, you didn't react at all to the voice, assuming it wasn't directed at you. There were many openings in front of you anyway; it seemed silly to want to be in the corner. You weren't seeing much of the storyteller's flamboyant performance anyway.

A tap to your shoulder was what made you completely aware. Looking up you saw him towering before you.

He was wearing clothes that were not at all what you would wear in the warm season: a long dark coat with purple accents and various dark insulation on the coat he wore, his hair curled and falling past his shoulder tied back with his glasses sitting perfectly on top of his nose. He also wore dark layers, with a turtleneck being the most visible one you could see.

He had no vision, which was a good sign. If things got ugly, you could immediately overpower him with your bow tucked behind your clothing.

You didn't react, keeping your poker face, before replying to his question.

“No, go right ahead,” you plainly responded towards the man. 

He pulled the chair to sit next to you before sitting too close for comfort in your personal space. His cologne assaulting your nostrils didn't smell of the usual Liyue scents that were made into perfumes and colognes; it smelled cold and spicy with little to no musk foreign.

You decided to look towards the storyteller, looking beyond the screens surrounding his stages towards the safe point at the top of the Yangshang teahouse.

Yelan should be there.

“My, I've never seen you around here; is this your first time in Liyue?” the man asked.

You knew he was watching you.

Despite being undercover and being familar with disguises, acting was not your strong suit.

To be honest, you never had a situation where someone approached you in your disguise in all your 10 years working under Yelan.

Saying nothing would lead him to grow suspicious, but you didn't know what to say to the man.

“No, I was born and raised in this harbor,” you curtly responded, grabbing your tea and taking a few sips.

“I guess it was my lucky day then to run into a beautiful glaze lily like you in my path,” he said with a smile curving his lips.

He was definitely up to something.

“Thank you; I wasn't aware I'd run into you either.”

Very unaware

“Have you ever heard of the Northland Bank? Miss...” he began. 

“Lián”

He smiled once more at you, crossing his hands under his chin.

“A beautiful name to fit an attractive face,” he said.

“I'm in charge of the Northland Bank; although I'm normally away to my motherland, I had to stop by to help a few subordinates, so I'm in the area for another few days,” he rambled.

Northland bank

You felt a chill rise up from your arms.

This was now escalating from an oblivious civilian blowing your cover to possibly something even worse.

Swallowing the bile from your throat, you tried to keep your composure.

"Oh, so you're not from Liyue?" You asked casually.

“I consider it a home, but I practically live in Snezhnaya nowadays,” he smiled.

“Interesting, I've never been that far; the furthest I've gone is to Chenyu Vale,” you replied.

Sipping half of your tea, you wanted to finish the cup before you had to flee.

This situation was out of your control if you said the wrong thing. The fatui were not to be messed with in the slightest.

Especially if he's who you think he is.

"Well, maybe we can go together one day; I'll have to warn; it's colder than you've ever experienced before,” he chuckled. You smile at him but decide not to respond any longer.

You hoped that if you kept staring towards the teahouse, Yelan would sense your Mayday plea.

Taking another sip of your tea, you snuck a glance besides you, only to accidentally make eye contact with him.

Great

"So, Lián, tell me a bit about yourself,” the man asked, tracing a fingertip idly on the redwood table next to you.

“What brings you here? I come every time I'm in the harbor, and I've never seen someone as eye-catching as you before,” he purred.

“I normally don't come here; I decided to come on my day off..” 

"Pantalone,” he answered with a sophisticated tone.

The inkling of dread tickled the back of your head as you heard those words.

The Regerator

You needed Yelan immediately.

“Pantalone—it sounds like a name I could hear the owner of the Northland Bank having,” you giggled cutely.

He seemed to have liked the reaction from you, at least since he only had a toothy-looking grin.

"Well, I'm glad you like it,” he said.

"So, where do you work, Lián?" I'd feel terrible if you were right under my nose this whole time.” 

“I work as an apothecary at the perfume shop.” You took another sip, leaving at most two sips left.

"Well, now I know where I need to stop more often," he said in an upbeat tone.

You glanced back at the roof to see your holy grail.

Yelan was watching from the rooftop now.

You got up, holding your tea cup in hand, and scooted the chair back.

“I must refill my teacup with more of this tea.” 

“Sorry”

You didn't look back at Pantalone before you weaved your way past the tables towards the street below.

As much as you wanted to hasten your pace, you couldn't alert him; you just had to hopefully distance yourself and make your way back to headquarters across the way.

Looking to the left and right of the bustling street, you went towards the bridge leading out of Liyue. It was a secret way to get to headquarters without alerting anyone you remembered being told in case of a situation such as this one.

“Lián”

You tried to ignore him once again, walking towards the safety of the bridge a few feet away.

You felt a hand on your shoulder curled firmly on your cloak.

Of course, turning around, you saw Pantalone humbly smiling down at your shocked face.

“Where are you going in such a hurry? I don't mind accompanying you wherever you go.”

Something was wrong.

Your fellow shadows were nowhere to be seen, despite Yelan spotting you in a compromised situation a few minutes ago.

This could end really badly if you can't shake him.

“I'd love for you to come with me, but I must hurry to Chenyu Vale for something urgent,” you sternly said.

“I don't mind coming along,” he said, too quick for your liking.

“How about this?” you said, grabbing the gloved hand perched on your shoulder in your tinier hands.

“Why don't we meet tomorrow near the harbor strip? We can talk all evening if you want.” You flirted.

Blegh

But anything to get him to fall for your trap.

“If you promise it, Lián,” he eagerly replied.

“But I'll tell you this now– I don't like deceivers or anyone who goes back on promises,” he chuckled darkly.

He tucked a strain of loose hair behind your ear as you looked up at him with your faux grin.

“I promise,” you said, holding his hands in yours.

You then quickly sprinted into the mountains, still feeling the allustrive eyes of pantalone on your compromised figure.

You didn't stop until you were in the Chasms maw.

-

“Respectfully, why the hell did you all not save me?” You shrieked in the dimly lit wooden room.

Yelan was sitting across from your now uncloaked body, revealing your brightly lit cryovision on your back, while your three coworkers idly sat next to her poised figure, idly swirling a lemon in her water.

“He was about to follow me into the mountains, and god knows what to me, I think he suspected I was working for the Tianquan,” you paced back and forth once again.

“You always said in a compromised position we'd have to lead the person of interest far from-”

Yelan put a hand out in a way to silence you.

"(Name), you know we wouldn't have let it get that far; he wasn't showing signs of being a hostile target from what Fa reported.” 

“He actually seems to be attracted to you, if anything,” she said, curling her lips into a cheeky smile before taking a sip of lemon water.

“This new development can work in our favors; we just need you to resume playing your “Lián” character, don't you think?” She smiled at you.

“But why me? Surely we can't recruit another one of the agents to do undercover work; I don't do that,” you remarked.

“If we got another agent, he would grow suspicious, and that would arguably throw you into more danger,” she sighed, resting her hands under her chin.

“You don't have to worry; we can get you a disguise by tonight, along with new rooming accommodations and your fake occupation.” Yelan looked sharply towards you, who was anxiously pacing in front of the table now.

“Ill only do it if you guarantee you'll have eyes on me the entire time—I dont trust those fatui scum,” you pouted, crossing your arms.

“Trust me (name) if you pull this off, this will be the biggest arrest in all of Liyue." Yelan smoothly replied, “You'd be in the history books for sure.”

“So cheesy,” you puffed your cheek out.

“All I ask is that you not sleep in my bed while I'm gone.” You narrowed your eyes toward her.

“No guarantees,” Yelan casually said before crossing her arms behind her head.

You only rolled your eyes before you decided to leave for the evening.

The wall back to your home you shared with your unofficial roommate felt like it was drawn out more than usual.

Making your way towards the food stall you frequent.

However, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched as you gave your mora to the food stall owner.

Quickly grabbing your dinner, you took off towards the street leading to the small, tucked-away home you shared with your boss.

Notes:

Sorry about the shortness! Im just afraid of word vomitting every single chapter haha

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hiii !! can u write head canons for hoodie/Brian?? if u want of course!! since I read the list I don't rlly remember if he was in it..

Hii anon!! Thank you for requesting something and of course I can!!! :D

Cw: Angst, hurt/comfort?, Mentions of depression, paranoia, anxiety, insomnia, OCD, PTSD, mentions of his weapons (Gun and a pipe)

Brian Thomas/Hoodie General Headcannons

Has a love hate relationship with the summertime. He likes it because of the warm weather but absolutely hates it too because of missions. Literally gets sweaty so fast due to his hoodie and ski mask combo. Immediately takes a shower when they get back to the base (whether it be the mansion or the cabin).

Has normal hygiene

His scent is like ocean/aquatic fresh, musky, spicy, and woody. (He’s worn “Nautica - Voyage” since his college days. He still wears it but has a backup so he won’t use up the whole bottle, the back up is “Ocean” by bath and body works. He stole it from a house while on a mission)

Speaking of backups, he has a backup hoodie on the very rare occasions his is dirty. It’s just a plain black pull over.

A bit insecure about himself but doesn’t realize it until he overthinks. On that note, he doesn’t like his tooth gap all too much. He’s gotten plenty of compliments on it but it just doesn’t stick with him personally. He just ignores it, he’ll say a quick “thanks”, think about it for a bit and then shrug the feeling off.

^^ Doesn’t give himself much time to self loathe or at least tries not to, it’s hard due to his depression.

NEEDS to have his pipe or his gun on or near him at all times. Paranoid and anxious.

Him and Tim always had a “bromance”.

“You don’t kiss your homies goodnight?”- Brian

He has so much walls built around him. He still finds it hard to trust Tim or anyone for that matter.

They’ve had an argument about it before and Brian flipped out on him and kinda let everything he’s been holding in since the “Marble Hornets” days. He still blames him for everything. The feeling of betrayal and everything else just hit him right in the chest all over again.

It ended so terribly and on missions they could not work as a team, caused them to do separate missions due to the lack of teamwork. Toby felt like a “child of divorce” -in his own words.

They didn’t talk to each other for almost 2 months. Neither of them apologized. They “let it go” and never spoke about it again, “moved” on from it like it was never said. They kinda just stood outside of the mansion in silence.

Tim had went outside to smoke a cigarette and he saw Brian sitting in a chair on the patio in silence. He just walked over near him to light up his cigarette and smoke, he ended up breaking the silence after 3 minutes of smoking and standing in silence. They went back to talking and joking like normal.

Brian still gets triggered by it all. “He is a liar” has been on repeat in his head and nightmares for years.

Nevertheless he cares so much about Tim.

Has insomnia, OCD, depression and PTSD. (And slender sickness)

Upon hearing him being called “The Hooded Man” he truly thought it was so badass.

“Has a nice ring to it”

The name stuck with him until Toby called him “Hoodie” after he also gave Tim the nickname “Masky” which in return made everyone follow suit with their new “Aliases/Nicknames”.

He still thinks The Hooded Man still sounds cooler but eh

Hoodie is a disguise, not an alter ego. Hoodie is Brian. He is 100% conscious unlike Masky/Tim who has blackouts and doesn’t remember his time as Masky. Brian however does remember. Obviously he’s not doing all of this willingly, but because he’s affected by the operator.

This is random but I think his favorite food would be burgers. Also a Dr Pepper lover and defender.

Toby calls him a passenger princess because on missions Brian always calls shot gun. (LMAO) (The seating chart is basically Tim being the driver, Brian in the passenger and Kate and Toby in the back seat)

I’d say around the mansion he’s cool with a few others besides Tim, Toby and Kate. He’d be cool with Jane, Liu, Nina and Eyeless Jack in my opinion.

The quiet one out of the Proxies.

Gets migraines sometimes now and the slender sickness makes him feel worse during it.

His phone’s wallpaper and Lock Screen are just pictures he takes while out in the forest (they’re really nice pictures too)

Doesn’t enjoy spicy food

Doesn’t shave his facial hair because it “takes too long” or it’s “too much effort”. In reality he just likes his facial hair and how it looks on him.

He’s very smart and calculated on missions, but he’s also just smart in general.

Pan romantic

Writes in black ink or pencil only, even black spray paint. Him and Toby are the ones who draw the slenderman pages and proxy symbols. Tim and kate hang up the pages.

Well that’s all I have for now! lol these are just my personal hc’s so I hope I cooked a bit ;-;

Check out my pinned post on my page if you wanna request me something to write!

Side note I forgot to add in i can write “Character x Reader” on the pinned post so I just edited right now!

Bye for now!! :))

[the-hole-in-terzos-shoe]

My Muse

Cardinal Copia x Artist!Reader

CW: SMUT, 18+, MDNI

The Cardinal catches his favorite Sister of Sin making some spicy art on her iPad, and smut ensues.

A request written for the lovely @mustluvecho 🌹 you are the best and deserve all the love in the world from our precious Cardinal, especially for the beautiful art you make of him!

Btw this is based on a real piece of art Echo made. I'll leave it up to her if she'd like to share 😉

Word Count: 2k

"...do you know what I mean, Sorella?"

Your beloved Cardinal continues to scribble away at something on his desk, absentmindedly rambling to you about his week, when he notices you haven't responded to him in several minutes. "Sorella?" He perks up, gazing across the room to find his favorite Sister of Sin perched on his bed, lost in her own little world as she whittles away at something on her iPad.

Silence falls over the room, except for the sound of your Apple Pencil quietly tapping the glass screen. Copia decides it's time to quit working for now anyway; it is the weekend after all, time to partake in the sin of sloth.

Letting out a sigh, the Cardinal stands, sauntering over to get a peek at your art. What he sees makes him flush a deep shade of red, coughing wildly to disguise his shock as if he were choking on something.

"Cardi, are you okay??!" you ask, concerned at his sudden outburst.

"Sì, Sorella! I am- I am fine!!" he says practically running to the kitchenette, "I was just going to make some tea, would you like some?!"

Surely your face showed your confusion, but you don't question it further, simply replying with your favorite tea flavor.

After a while, he re-enters the room, tray in hand with a pot of water and teacups.

"You're dressed nice," you remark at his button up shirt and slacks. It's not the full Cardinal get up, but you know that's pretty much what he wears underneath the cassock.

"Ah, yes. I had a meeting with Papa Terzo this morning," he responds, pouring water into the porcelain cups and plopping teabags in.

"Terzo? He got up early on Saturday for a meeting? Must've been important." You glance up at Copia momentarily in disbelief before returning to your drawing.

"I said I 𝘩𝘢𝘥 a meeting; I didn't say it happened," he deadpans, before you chuckle at the realization of what he meant. "I'm sure he had some Ghoul or fine Sorella occupying his short attention span." He rolls his eyes, drizzling a little honey into his teacup.

"Or both," you quip.

"Dirty girl," he mumbles under his breath, trying to hide the smirk on his lips. "May I sit?"

"You may, but it's pajamas only in this bed," you smirk back up at him.

"Oh, so you get to make the rules about what happens in my bed?" You love seeing him banter like this; he isn't always so confident around others, and it had taken a while for you to get him out of his shell.

"Well... I seem to recall you whispering in my ear about how I was your queen a few nights ago. Typically the queen makes the rules," you shrug.

He scrunches his nose at you playfully before going to change as you had requested. In the meantime you take a sip of your own tea, appreciating the way Copia always makes it just the way you like.

Returning in nothing but a pair of maroon sweatpants that leave little to the imagination, he asks, "Is this to your liking, amore mio?"

You look up from your artwork, admiring your muse standing at the foot of the bed, hands on his hips and expectant eyebrows raised. Smiling shyly, you still find yourself easily flustered by your lover, even after all this time. Gazing over his bare chest, dusted with brunette hair and marked with the sign of the Olde One, and then on up to his handsome visage with his well-groomed mustache and full sideburns, you nod your approval.

"Now, may I sit?" he repeats his earlier question.

You nod again, glancing back down at your tablet, but when you feel his hands on your shoulders, urging you to lean forward, you giggle, "What are you doing?!"

"Sorella," he grunts as he throws a leg behind you, flopping down on the mattress, "I am 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 to offer you a more comfortable seating arrangement as well!"

His dramatic tone sets you off laughing, while he settles in comfortably behind you. Your Cardinal knows humor is one of the many ways to your heart, and, oh, how he desires to be someone that you care for. Finally, with his legs on either side of yours and his back against the headboard, he pulls your hips so you're placed squarely in front of him then tugs on your shoulders so you're lying back against his chest.

You stop and look up at him, trying to hide your chuckles.

"Well, we are comfortable now, sì? Go on, continue sketching," he dismisses you with a smirk, as if he hadn't just caused a scene trying to get in bed.

"Okayyy," you concede, still grinning as you return your iPad to your lap.

Now, the sketch you are working on is quite... steamy, to put it lightly. Your Cardinal had caught a glance at it earlier, but now he's settled in, your heat pressing against him as you work diligently.

From what he can tell from the lines on the digital page, it seems two lovers are deep in the throes of passion trying what he would describe as a rather... experimental position. Depicting a man laid back with his partner atop him, facing away and legs spread wide, the picture has heat rushing various places in Copia's body. First and foremost, the flush in his cheeks tells him he is feeling embarrassed or even guilty, like a young boy seeing a Playboy for the first time. But the stirring between his legs has him wanting to see more.

Carefully he peaks over your shoulder, watching the naughty display come to life before him. "S-so... Is, um, is that... you?" he asks softly, admiring the curves of the hips and breasts of the woman on screen.

You chuckle at the way his shy personality resurfaced, "Yes, see?" You pinch to zoom out, revealing your own likeness next to his, clearly blissed out.

"Is-is-is-is that 𝘮𝘦??" he stutters, shocked.

Turning to look over your shoulder at his bewildered expression, you pull him in for a sweet kiss, fingertips tickling at his jawline. "Of course it is, il mio Cardinale... I haven't been with anyone else since you."

Blushing at your admission, he tells you, "S-sì, I haven't either, amore." Just as you're about to turn your attention back to your art, he blurts out, "But... but we haven't done that before."

"Hmm?" you ask coyly.

"That--uhh--𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵!" He points at the lovers intertwined. "The position... We haven't done that position before."

"Well, that's what art is for," you smile at him, "to explore the feelings we've had in the past, or maybe want to experience in the future..."

As you go back to your work, your lover finds his hands gripping your hips roughly as his head is reeling, the blood traveling south not helping his case. "Well... Wouldn't you like to," he grunts into the back of your neck, mustache tickling at the skin there, "work from a real life reference?" The buck of his hips into your backside accentuates his point.

You press the end of your stylus to your lips, trying to hide your excitement.

"I mean, we are already right here... We are practically in position as it is, cara mia," his suave manner sneaks forward again. With that, his hand sneaks down your front urging your legs aside.

"Copiaaa," you sigh as his fingers softly trace over your core through your silky pajama bottoms. Relaxing into his ministrations, your head rolls back, landing on his shoulder. His other hand snakes around your waist, holding you steady as he massages your breasts. Alternating rolling your nipples between his fingers, he knows he'll make you putty in his hands in no time at all.

"Sì, bella mia, what is it you want?" his voice hums low in your ear.

"You, Cardinal, I want you... I want 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴," you hold up your iPad to make your point before tossing it aside.

Without another word, he catches your lips against his in a heated kiss, mustache prickling at your upper lip as his tongue practically pries its way into your mouth. As if he's in some kind of rush, Copia's hands grip the waistband of your shorts, pulling them and your underwear down in one swift motion. Miraculously, you manage to not break the kiss while kicking them off, and your Cardinal's hand returns right back to where it had been, earning a muffled groan from you as he teases your folds with his deft digits.

Unfortunately, it never lasts long enough as he's onto the next task of getting you propped up on your feet, knees bent as you hover over his lap as he squirms his way out of his own clothing.

"What's the rush?" you chuckle at your lover.

He pauses briefly, like a kid caught with his hand on the cookie jar, "Have you seen that drawing, Sorella?? I am in need of that immediately," he says with urgency, "You know very well how I am when I want something."

Another laugh leaves you, but it's cut short by Copia suddenly pulling you down on his aching cock. Gasping loudly at the stretch, your eyes go wide at first before fluttering closed at the sensation of his warmth pressed tightly against your fluttering walls.

He only offers you a brief moment to adjust before nudging your ass, urging you to move.

Rocking your hips lightly at first, you chide him, "Demanding, huh?" You smirk to yourself as you start to bounce up and down on his length, grateful for his strong hands helping you stay stable above him.

"S-so good, bella mia," he groans, "the angle is... delightful..."

You can hear just how affected he is. "Sounds like the party might be over before it even begins," you joke, laced with concern.

He glances up at you with a fire in his eyes before gripping the underside of your thigh firmly, taking control of your pace. "Just because the ride is short, Sorella, does not mean it won't be the time of your life," he grunts between thrusts.

The hand under your thigh causes you to lean just a bit to one side, making it easier to turn and look into his eyes as he impales your body on his girth. His other hand takes grip on your ribs, fingertips brushing at your breast, helping to push your weight up and drop you back down again. Wordless, you snake your fingers into his hair, jaw hung open in pure bliss as he slams that sweet spot within you over and over and over.

"Touch yourself," he commands, "touch yourself for me, amore."

You comply, hand slipping from his locks to tease the area where your bodies are conjoined, eyes squeezed shut as you hurdle towards the heights of your pleasure. The thing that sends you over the edge is his hot mouth dragging against your nipple, sucking it harshly.

"Cardi-" you choke out the nickname as your body shudders, clamping down on him as your legs tremble in his hands. "Cum- cum with me, Cardi!!!"

"I am, Sorella, I'm cumming," he nearly whines as you're filled with his warmth, mustering all his strength to not go limp right then and there as his cock swells inside you. Riding you through the waves of your shared orgasm, Copia then slips out of you before flopping you next to him against the pillows before slouching down himself, dragging in deep breaths.

Recovering a bit quicker than him, you curl up by his side with a giggle, "Are you okay, my Cardinal? I didn't break you, did I?"

Languidly, his gaze turns to you, still looking a little mind blown, "Well... My dick may well never be the same after that, but I think I'll be alright." He throws an arm over your waist, as you squeal at his crass remark. "Seriously, amore, you must keep making your art. I've never seen anything quite so... inspiring." He gives you a wink before pulling the sheets over your entangled forms.

[bwabys-scenarios]

Hi there you've probably seen me liking a bunch of your reunited chapters. I absolutely adore what you're doing and what you're planning on in the future!

I would like to make a request with the werewolf kurapika! (Im hoping a spelled that right)

Can we get werewolf kurapika slowly falling in love with sweet fluffy witch reader? ( you see witches in black this witch wears pastels in the highest fasion)

Its only when kurapika ends up in a rut does he realize how much he loves his little strawberry witch and that's not the rut ridden breeding obsessed brain of his talking.

So if this is alright I hope you have a wonderful day and always remind werewolf kurapika that only good boys get head pats!

A witch and her werewolf pt2

Werewolf!Kurapika x Fem!Witch!Reader

warning: spicy, Kurapika is going into rut ><

a/n: I had to split this up into another part because tumblr is being laggy, sorry! 😭🙏

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

part 1

part 3

Kurapika watched over you as you slept, pulling your blanket to your chin. He was humming gently, petting your head much like you to him.

He didn’t understand quite why, yet, but he’d grown incredibly protective over you the past few months he’d been under your care. Kurapika enjoyed watching you, being near you, feeling your touch.

You seemed to think of him as a friend, perhaps even a pet, but Kurapika was neither. He was your protector, the only one allowed to curl up next to you in bed and give you secret kisses on the top of your head.

He couldn’t help it, gently lapping at your cheek. You grumbled in your sleep, cuddling into him further.

Kurapika rested his chin on top of your head, tail smacking against the bed as he held you. ‘Happy…’ he thought, a purr rumbling in his chest.

——————

“Pika… you gotta let me get up.”

You attempted again to wiggle out of his arms, feeling him growl lowly. Kurapika was usually very reasonable, but when it came to getting out of bed in the mornings, he became stubborn and whiny.

“Just a little longer…” he said, nuzzling his cheek against yours. “Sleepy…”

You pout but give in and scratch between his ear, earning a content sigh. “Okay, okay, but only five more minutes.”

He cooed, happily burying his face in your neck to inhale your scent. You’d gotten used to his affections, continuing to pet his head.

After the five minutes, he finally let you go, allowing you to go and bathe as he prepared breakfast. Once you were out of the bath, he was quick to rush over and sniff you, causing you to giggle. “Kurapika, don’t forget you’re cooking!”

He blinked, pulling his head away from your neck to rush back to the kitchen.

After breakfast, you go about doing your chores. You wash clothes, fix up a few potions and salves to sell, sew up a hole in one of Kurapika’s tabards, then get yourself dressed to go into town.

Kurapika always felt his eyes soften when he watched you walk out of your room. You wore the prettiest of dresses, today it was a soft pink covered in little strawberries. You grab your basket and Kurapika holds your satchel.

“Alright, Pika, let’s get going!”

He follows you around town, occasionally growling at anyone that got too close, especially those of the male variety. Another disguised werewolf attempted to get near you, only for Kurapika to quickly nuzzle into you, marking you with his scent.

‘Mine, back off.’ Kurapika says with his eyes, his teeth bared at the man. He was quick to leave, sensing Kurapika was much stronger than him.

“Hmm? Something wrong, Pika?”

He melts when you scratch under his chin to calm him down a little, the blonde shaking his head. “No, no nothing is wrong. Never when I’m with you.”

You laugh. “Okay then, let’s get the shopping done then.”

—————

Kurapika helped you put up the provisions you bought, stealing a piece of jerky, which earned him a giggle for you. “If you’re hungry I can make you something.”

He’s quick to shake his head. “No, just wanted to try it!”

You pet his head, causing his tail to wag. “Okay, okay. I’ve got work on some chores, could you hunt something for dinner?”

He jumps up, nodding. “Yeah, anything you want in particular.”

“No, get whatever is easiest for you.”

Kurapika begins undressing, handing you his tabard before pulling off his shirt. Even though he undresses every time he transforms, it still flusters you every time. He finishes, turning his head away as he folds his clothes and places them in your arms.

“Kurapika?”

He turns his head, ears perking up at your voice. “Yes?”

“Be careful, okay?”

His face turns red and he can’t help but keep forward and muzzle against you, cooing happily. “I will! You don’t have to worry about me!”

You squeak, wiggling out of his arms. “Kurapika, no, you’re naked!”

You hide your face, and his ears flatten against his head. “Oh, sorry…”

You peek at him from behind your fingers, seeing that he was pouting. “Aww, Pika… I’m not mad, come here…”

He did so, purring when you scratch under his chin. “Okay, now go before it gets too dark.”

Kurapika whined a little, but did leave. His body was still buzzing from your affection, and when he looked down, he became confused.

His cock was standing at attention, twitching. He took it in his hands, whining slightly. ‘When did I get so hard? Hope she didn’t see…’

Kurapika found a secluded part of the woods to jerk off, his mind going back to you. He thought about you petting him so gently, about the few times he’d walked in on you naked, about how cute you would look with stuffed full of his cum!

“(Name)…”

He whimpered, ears flattening as he came. “Hahh…”

Kurapika whined, watching his cum fall onto the forest floor. “Want it… inside (Name)…”

He blushed. “Why..? Why am I thinking about her like this? I…”

Kurapika had never been in love before, having dedicated his life to avenging his clan. His ceaseless mission didn’t give him much time to fall in love or even find a mate.

He dealt with his ruts alone, often coming out of them exhausted and feeling more alone than ever. A few female werewolves had attempted to woo him, but he had never been interested in them.

But now… he felt strange. Thinking about going back to you, about how you’d coo at him and tell him how good a boy he was for catching dinner, about how you’d give him forehead kisses after his nightmares and sing him to sleep… made his tummy fill with butterflies.

His heart was thumping against his chest at just the thought of you alone. His pretty little (Name), who treated him with such kindness and helped him with his mission. His tail began to wag as he thought about burying his head in your soft tummy, your hands running through his hair as you sang him a lullaby.

“Mine… she’s my (Name)…”

He made quick work of catching dinner before rushing home, stopping along the way to pick up a shiny rock that caught his eye.

You opened the door, giving him a sweet smile. “Oh, good job Kurapika! This will make some good deer stew!”

His tail thumped wildly against the door frame as you pet his head, the tall blonde leaning into your touch. He blinked, clearing his throat.

“Hmm?”

He held out the rock, his ears flattening against his head in embarrassment. “For you…”

It looked like some sort of crystal, maybe quarts. You tilted it in your hand, eyes wide with wonder. “Really? For me? Oh Pika!”

You gave him a hug, then a peck on the cheek. “This is gorgeous, thank you so much!”

His ears perked up, tail smacking against your leg. “You’re welcome!”

His cheek nuzzles his cheek against yours, holding you tight against him. ‘So happy…’

You placed it on the shelf near your bed, where you kept all of your favorite things. This made his heart soar, feeling very proud that something he gave you was now one of your cherished items.

After dinner, he tugged on your sleeve to get you to bed, wanting nothing more than to cuddle his little witch. “Haha, are you sleepy, Kurapika? Well I’m fine with going to bed early.”

The two of you cuddled in bed, the blonde next to you cooing and purring as he cuddled into your chest. “My sweet Pika, did you just need some cuddles? Aww, cute!”

You scratch between his ears, causing his tail to wag. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Sweet dreams.”

You kiss his forehead before getting comfortable and falling asleep. He stared up at your sleeping face, before scooting up and hovering close to your face.

Kurapika gently lapped at your lips, feeling himself get hard. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours, melting into the kiss.

When he pulled back, his red eyes couldn’t look away from you. His hand slipped down to his hard cock, gently stroking himself as he buried his face into your neck, gently lapping at your sensitive skin. You smelled so good, tasted so sweet, it didn’t take long for him to cum.

“(Name)…” he panted out, pulling you closer and whimpering into your neck. You woke up then, still half asleep you hummed, running your fingers through his hair.

“What’s wrong, Pika? Another nightmare?”

Although he didn’t like lying, he nodded, ears flattening against his head. “Aww… it’s okay, shh…”

She kissed the top of his head, pulling him into her arms. “Come here, Pika.”

He did, sighing in contentment. After his orgasm, he was feeling even more cuddlier than usual, wanting nothing more than your gentle touch.

——————

You pull on your coat, Kurapika following behind you. “Okay, I have a meeting with some of my witch friends today. You’ll be on your best behavior, right?”

You scratch under his chin, his tail wagging. “I will.”

“Good boy~”

He felt his face turn red. “I’ll grab the basket!”

Kurapika rushed away, wanting to hide how flustered he was. You tilt your head, confused. ‘Weird, I thought he loved chin scratches.’

If you were spotted somewhere, odds were Kurapika was close behind. He never let you go anywhere alone, not after you were nearly robbed at the market a few months ago.

And especially not after he’d decided on courting you.

Kurapika realized the night before that you were everything he wanted in a mate. Kind, caring, soft, and absolutely adorable. Therefore, he would begin courting you before his rut came.

The first step was gift giving, and as the two of you walked down the path to the weekly witch meeting, he would stop and pick flowers for you.

“Aww, Kurapika, thank you!”

His heart raced when you placed the flower in your basket. Kurapika was so happy you were being so receptive to his affections, cooing as he followed behind you.

The thought of his courting being a success and being able to breed you during his rut almost made him pop a boner, but he stopped himself by focusing on finding you more little gifts.

By the time you reached the meeting spot, your basket was full of gifts your werewolf companion had brought for you. “(Name)!”

He’d brought another shiny rock for you, placing it in your basket before nuzzling his cheek against yours. “Oh, Pika, it’s so pretty. But…”

You pat his arm. “I can’t fit anymore in my basket, sweetheart.”

He pouted a little, taking your basket from your hands and holding it for you. “Aww, don’t pout!”

You cooed at him, gently rubbing his tummy. He paused, his tail wagging as his pout faded into a content smile. “There, that’s my pretty Kurapika. Come on, we’ll be late if we don’t hurry.”

‘Pretty? Me?’

His cheeks turned pink, his ears twitching as you pulled him along by his hand. “Almost there. Now, you’re going to be a good boy, right? No growling at my friends?”

His ears flattened against his head as he scowled. “I’ll try…”

You sigh, squeezing his hand. “Try you best, okay? If you’re good we’ll go swimming tomorrow.”

He perked up, jogging to stand by your side. “We will? But it’s autumn. Humans can’t swim when it’s cold, correct?”

You giggle, looping your arm with his. “Well, you’ll be swimming, I’ll be collecting some mushrooms and plants that grow near there.”

He was excited, Kurapika loved swimming! And doing anything with you was fun.

It was a perfect opportunity to find more gifts for you as well! Perhaps he could catch some fish, or find pretty shells you could put in your room or ingredients for your potions! Would you pet him and tell him how good he was if he did that? Would you agree to be his mate?

“We’re here, Pika.”

You pull him a little closer. “Behave.”

That was easier said than done.

——————

You pass through a curtain of moss covering a hole in a large tree. “Hello!”

A blue haired woman sat at a table looks up, her face brightening. “(Name), it’s good to see you!”

Kurapika hesitantly allows you to let go of him and if the woman, holding himself back from growling. “Menchi! How have you been? I heard you’ve been busy lately, I haven’t seen you in months.”

The woman grinned, patting her satchel. “I found a lot of good stuff on my journey to the north. I brought a few things for you today. In exchange for your homemade cherry blossom syrup, of course.”

You giggle, gesturing for Kurapika to carry your basket over. “Of course, here you are!”

You hand Menchi the jar, receiving a pouch of herbs in exchange. “Ooo, these are rare? Are you sure just one jar of syrup is enough?”

Menchi nods, squeezing your cheek. “It’s plenty. You make the best around, after all.”

Kurapika tugs on your sleeve, causing the blue haired woman to frown. “(Name), your mutt stinks. Has it bathed recently?”

The blonde growled, you silencing him by gently scratching under his chin. “Menchi, be nice. He takes a bath every day, and he smells fine. Right Pika?”

He hummed in response, happy to have your attention on him. ‘But you smell a lot better…’

Menchi rolled her eyes, opening the curtain behind her. “Go ahead, then. The meeting is about to start.”

They walked through an arch way, revealing a field of flowers, with large toadstools serving as seating. Several witches, of various ages and genders loitered around the place, eating snacks or practicing spells.

“(Name)!”

One of the young apprentice witches ran towards you, clinging to your skirt. “Alluka! If you’re here, then that means-“

“Hello.”

Killua, a white haired witch said from above. You looked up to see him perched in one of the cherry blossom trees, tipping his witch hat at you. “Brought the dog again? Can’t wait to see what he does this time.”

“I won’t do anything…” Kurapika said, hand gripping your sleeve.

“Yeah and I have curly pink hair.”

You gather Alluka into your arms, laughing. “He’s going to be good today. After all, the queen said he had one last chance before he’s banned.”

Kurapika stiffened at your side. ‘Forgot about that…’

Last time, an older male witch had flirted with you, being a bit too handsy. While this was not allowed, Kurapika changing into his wolf form and mauling the man was not allowed either.

Given that he was only defending his witch as your familiar, he wasn’t held liable, but was told that doing something like that again would get him banned.

“Is Gon coming?”

“He’s already here, but you know him, he’s searching for Kite.”

Kurapika scowled as Alluka pulled on his ears, laughing. “Aww, your puppy is so soft, (Name)! It’s not often you see a witch with a werewolf as a familiar!”

You perk up a little, clearing your throat. “Well, I’m lucky he agreed to be my familiar. Kurapika is not only my familiar, but my dear friend. He’s saved me countless times, and I’m happy to have him in my life.”

The blonde blushed under your praise, his tail wagging. Killua made a gagging motion. “Ew, I think you need to get your mutt neutered (Name).”

The blonde growled. “Watch your mouth, Killua. I’ll come up there and-“

“Kurapika!”

The blondes ears flattened, whining slightly at your raised voice. You set Alluka down, allowing her and Killua to run off towards your other friends. “Pika, you promised you’d be good. I don’t want to have to leave you outside the barrier, but I will.”

You cup his cheeks, the blonde continuing to whine. “It’s hard to be good when everyone here treats me like an outsider, or some pet.”

“I know, I know. They’re just not used to seeing a werewolf as a familiar. There’s only been a handful of them in the history of witchcraft, and… I’m the only witch that has survived the first month of it.”

The blonde blinked, pulling back. “… survived?”

You now. “Yes, the others were either killed by their own familiar, or hunted down by poachers to take their werewolves pelt.”

Kurapika pulled you closer, rubbing his face into your neck to make sure you smelled like him. “I wouldn’t kill you, wouldn’t even hurt you, ever.”

“I know, I know. I’m sure the witches made those werewolves their familiars using… unethical means. It’s hard to feel sorry for them. We formed a partnership without the use of spells or magic, meaning it was consensual for both of us. But some witches…” you sigh, petting him.

“I don’t know a lot about werewolves, but they’re very misunderstood. People assume they’re beasts incapable of thinking, only wanting to kill. But I know that’s not true.”

You plant a few kisses on the top of his head, feeling him purr against your neck. “You’re intelligent, kind, and carrying. My sweet Kurapika would never hurt me, I know that.”

He looked up at you, really taking your face in. He’d never heard someone say these things about his kind, always being told he was a monster, that no one besides a fellow beast would ever love him.

And here you were, proving them wrong.

“Come, Pika. It’s time.”

He nodded slowly, giving you one last squeeze before sitting with you as the queen of your witch colony walked onstage.

“Hello witches! Who’s ready for this months meeting?”

Bisky, a woman the age of 560 that could pass for 12 asked, her blonde pigtails bouncing as she walked.

——————

Kurapika slept soundly with his head on your lap as you chatted with some friends after the meeting. The topic of your familiar came up again, Neon, a young blue haired witch tutting.

“You’ve heard the rumors haven’t you, (Name)? Every witch with a wolf familiar has died a month into their partnership.”

You roll your eyes. “That’s because their bond was made using black magic, causing the poor familiars soul to be corrupted. Instead of protecting their witch, they killed them.”

Neon nodded. “Yes, but they say that werewolves aren’t typically so friendly with humans regardless! And that’s not just a rumor, it’s true. They stick to themselves, avoiding humans. The way he acts with you is… not normal.”

You look down at Kurapika, who was nuzzling into your tummy in his sleep. “Not… normal?”

“Yes, I’ve never seen a case like this.”

The two of you jump when Bisky sits between you two. “Madam Bisky!”

The woman coos at you, pinching your cheek. “How is my beloved (Name) and her wolfy familiar doing?”

You pout, petting Kurapika’s head absentmindedly. “We’re doing fine, he’s even been bringing gifts to me lately.”

Bisky raises an eyebrow. “… gifts?”

“Mhm, like shiny rocks and flowers. It started yesterday.”

Bisky hummed, reaching out to touch (Name), but pulling back when Kurapika growled in his sleep. “Hmm… and you said he sleeps in your bed with you?”

“Of course, as most familiars do. It’s a good way to bond.”

The blonde girl sighs. “I see. Neon, could you leave us for a moment? I need to speak with (Name) alone.”

The girl attempts to argue, but with a look from Bisky she leaves. Once she’s out of earshot, Bisky sighs. “My dear, your familiar may… be attempting to court you.”

“Court..?”

Bisky snapped her fingers, a book appearing out of thin air and falling into her lap. She opened it up, flipping to a page. “Courting is the process werewolves undergo to woo a potential…”

She glanced down to the blonde sleeping in your lap, you purred as he held you close. “Mate.”

Your face heats up, pulling your hand away from the blonde lying in your lap. He whines and begins to stir, and Bisky gestures for you to continue petting him. You do, and she lets out a relieved sigh.

“Yes. Werewolves choose a mate to spend their lives with once they turn 18, but because Kurapika’s clan was wiped out and he’s been trying to avenge his clan, he hasn’t had the time to choose one.”

You look down at your sweet Pika, running your fingers through his hair. “You must be mistaken, Bisky, he doesn’t view me that way. He’s affectionate, of course, but aren’t werewolves just like that?”

Bisky frowned. “In fact they’re not. They are only as affectionate as Kurapika is with you when they’re with family or their mate.”

You fidget a bit, becoming flustered. “… maybe he was separated from his mother too soon? Dogs that-“

“Kurapika is not a dog, (Name). He may seem like it sometimes, but Kurapika is as human as you or me, only having wolf like qualities and anatomy.”

You pout, causing Bisky to sigh. “I know you want to treat him like a cute puppy, but he’s not. He’s a man, a dangerous and powerful one at that. And…”

She flips a page. “Werewolves mate for life. If you are not interested in it, he may leave to find a mate.”

You jump, eyes widening. “Leave? But I don’t want him to! He’s…”

You tear up a little, sniffling. Almost as if can sense your change in mood, Kurapika snuggles into your tummy gently, kissing at your soft flesh in his sleep. You look down at him, smiling and scratching between his ears.

Bisky clears her throat. “It could be possible he just views you as a family member due to the familiar bond, but…”

She watches as Kurapika’s cheeks turn pink, his tail wagging lazily. “… anyways, I just wanted you to be aware of this. What you choose to do is your own business.”

“Family… maybe that’s what it is. I… I don’t think he’d see me as someone to… um… mate with.”

Bisky sighs. ‘Oh dear, it seems she’s still as insecure as she was when I found her as a child.’

“Regardless, try to keep a tab on his behavior. He may seem like your sweet puppy, but werewolves become dangerous when protecting their mate. Especially…”

“Madam Bisky, you’re needed in the 7th Sector!”

She groaned. “I’ll have to leave, but please come visit me next week when I come back. We’ll talk more then. For now…”

She patted the girls head. “Be careful.”

Kurapika stirs a few minutes after Bisky leaves, looking up at you with sleepy red eyes. “Mmm… is the meeting over?”

You nod, pushing his hair out of his face. He nuzzled against your hand, and you sigh. “Yes. We should be getting home soon.”

He stands, helping you up before stretching. “Would you like me to carry you, (Name)?”

You nod, and watch in fascination as he transforms into his wolf form. Even now, he gently nuzzles against you, purring as you scratch between his big ears. “Let’s get home, Pika.”

You jump onto his back, waving goodbye to your friends before taking off.

——————

Kurapika wakes up early the next morning to get ready for your trip to the lake, preparing a picnic basket and packing towels and a change of clothes for himself.

“Mmm, you’re up early. Too excited?”

You walk into the kitchen, rubbing his tummy, causing him to pause and purr. “Yes, you could say that.”

He places his hand over yours, eyes half lidded as he gently guides your hand lower. “K-Kurapika?”

He stops right above his crotch, ears flattening as a blush settles over his face. “Rub here?”

And you do, careful not to go any lower. He cooed and purred the entire time, dropping to his knees after to bury his face in your tummy. “(Name)…”

The second part of courting was giving your potential mate affection, along with showing them how good of a mate you would be. He was too shy to actually ask you to go lower, feel his bulge and how big he was so you would know he could satisfy you. It was something werewolf males did with females, but Kurapika knew humans were… different. He didn’t want to scare you off!

He followed behind you, carrying your things for you and growling at anything that came to close. When a crow demon attempted to jump out and harm you, he defeated it easily. Kurapika was now attached to your hip, looking over your body to make sure you were okay.

“I’m fine, come on.”

You huffed, pulling him along the path until the two of you reached the lake.

Kurapika helped you set out the picnic blanket before racing towards the water, throwing off his clothes and transforming. You giggle as you watch him dive into the water, his pretty golden fur shining in the sun.

As he swims, you walk around the lake, placing mushrooms, moss, and spider lilies into your satchel. You hum to yourself, jumping when you hear the water next to you shift.

Fortunately, it was just Kurapika, who carried a large fish in his mouth, dropping it at your feet.

‘For my (Name). I’m a good mate, I can provide you with all the food you need.’ He thought to himself, looking up at you with his pretty red eyes. You coo, petting his furry head.

“Aww, Kurapika, you’re so sweet. This will be perfect for dinner tonight.”

You kiss the top of his head, and he nuzzles his large head against you. “H-hey! You’re still wet, Pika!”

———————

The final stage of the courting process had begun, and Kurapika’s rut was only a day away. He left you home alone for the first time since he’d become your familiar to go to town alone.

‘These are perfect…’ he thought, grabbing the plush blankets and furs. He paid the shop owner before stuffing the materials into his pack. He gathered many soft things including stuffed animals, blankets, furs, and pillows.

‘Need her favorite snacks and drinks too…’

He perused the farmers market, packing food into the basket he borrowed.

You waited at home, sewing up a hole in one of his tabards. ‘He hasn’t left me alone in months… I hope…’

You remembered Bisky’s words. ‘He may leave to find a mate.’

Your heart ached, tears beading at your eyes. ‘I… I don’t want him to leave me…’

You’d gotten used to having Kurapika in your life, his presence making you feel safe and loved.

‘Loved? Do I…’

You blush, jumping up from your chair and rushing to the bathroom to splash some cool water in your face. The sound of the front door opening makes you jump. “(Name)?”

You hear Kurapika yell your name, the sound of him dropping something and sprinting through your home making you squeak. “(Name)!”

He throws open the bathroom door, eyes wide with worry. “Pika, I’m right here.”

He sighs, pulling you into his arms and gently rubbing his chest and head against you to cover him in his scent. “I couldn’t see you, (Name). I… I was scared that you were hurt or taken just like…”

‘Just like his clan.’ you thought, cupping his cheeks and nuzzling your nose against his. “Shh, I know, it’s okay Pika. I’m right here, puppy.”

His eyes shoot open at the pet-name, his tail wagging. “Puppy?”

“Yes, my puppy~” you coo, giving him a peck on his cheek. He melts, beginning to purr and nuzzle against you, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“I’ll be your puppy, (Name). Yours, and only yours.”

He kisses your forehead before pulling away. “I have a surprise for you, okay? Stay out here until I’m done.”

You giggle, nodding. “Alright, I’ll be reading. Take your dinner with you, okay?”

————————

Night falls, and Kurapika can feel his body beginning to heat up. ‘It’s starting soon… almost done!’

He looks over his work, nodding. ‘It’s done.’

The blonde peeled his head out of your bedroom door. “(Name), it’s ready!”

You look up from your book, smiling. “Coming!”

Whne you open the door, you gasp. “Kurapika!”

Your bed was covered in soft furs, pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals. He had made a nest for the two of you, standing next to it. “Do you… like it?”

“It’s amazing! It looks so soft!”

His chest swells with pride when you curl up in his nest, rolling around a little before sitting on the edge of your bed. You were about to thank him, but you were stopped when his lips crashed into yours, pushing you back down onto the bed. “So happy… so happy you like it, little one.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to speak, kissing you again, his hand traveling up your shirt to cup your breasts. He shoves his tongue in your mouth, and you can feel his tail thwacking against your leg.

“K-Kurapika, what are you-“ you try to say when he pulls away so you can breathe, but he’s already moving to your neck, sucking and nipping at your sensitive skin.

“(Name)… my angel…”

He gazes up at you, face flushed and a soft pant leaving his lips. “I want you… I wanna breed you until you’re carrying my puppies…”

His rut was making him incapable of sugarcoating things, his lips returning to your neck. “B-breed? You…”

‘Bisky was right, he was courting me!’

You mewled when his hand moved down to slip under your shorts, rubbing your clit your panties. “Hahh, Pika!”

He pulled away from your neck, kissing you again. “Will you be mine, (Name)? Mate with me for life?”

You look at him, the familiar fuzzy feeling you felt earlier returning. You were in love him, and had been trying to suppress your feelings by pretending he was just a familiar to you.

“Yes, Kurapika. I’m yours, puppy.”

Tears fill his eyes, and he can’t help but crash his lips into yours again. “Thank you… I’ll take care of you, okay? Keep you safe and love you forever.”

And as you feel his cock harden against your leg, you begin to understand he means he’ll take care of you in more ways than one….

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 3

[faes-land]

Day 1 - Hongjoong

Pairings: Incubus! Hongjoong X Witch! Reader

Genre: SMUT

Word Count: 2,829

Warnings: Sixty-Nine, Oral (Male and female receiving)

Spicy

You woke up in your room, breath heavy as you composed yourself and sipped water. You weren’t sure what you were dreaming about, but it definitely was not pleasant. You tended to have very vivid dreams, but this one you couldn’t remember. You sighed as you laid back down, feeling a wave of tired take over your body. Shaking yourself of your dream, you drifted off to sleep. 

It hadn’t been long before you fell back asleep that you felt a presence in your room. You felt yourself wake up, but you also didn’t feel fully awake. Not thinking much of it, you stayed in bed, taking in the cool air coming from your window. Wait, your window? You could’ve sworn it was closed when you went to bed. Maybe you imagined closing it. You sat up to go close the window and that’s when you saw him, standing by your bed and watching you as you slept. 

“What the fuck? Who the hell are you?” You screamed, backing away from the man in your room. “Get out!” 

He chuckled as he watched you. “I'm not here to hurt you. Remember when you messed around and did some spells with your friend to summon an incubus because you were lonely? Well, here I am.” His handsome face had amusement written all over it and your body tensed. Shit. This was who you summoned? You didn’t realize your little spell had worked. 

“Are you the incubus we called on?” You still weren’t fully sure of your powers, so your friend who was also a witch helped you along. 

“Yes, my name is Hongjoong. I knew your friend from before since a friend of mine used to visit her. I was set to visit someone else but, you’re more my type.” He winked, flashing you a smile that made you shiver. His eyes were red and had slits similar to a cat’s eye. 

Even though it was dark, you could tell he was very handsome; he had brown curly hair, his features were feminine yet masculine, and a nice body from what you could tell. He was a bit taller than you, too. He was wearing black pants that hung lowly on his hips and a black button up that was unbuttoned at the top. 

“One at a time? You don’t visit multiple people in their dreams?” 

He chuckled and shook his head. “One supernatural person at a time. We can go through humans easily. But witches? We like to stay with them; even if they don’t always want us.”  

You nodded. “What made you agree to visit me? I'm not a very strong witch, you know.” 

“Like I said, you're my type. I’m going to have fun with you.” He walked toward your bed, sitting on the edge. His eyes never left you as you watched him. It almost looked like he was floating rather than walking. You had to admit, you got lucky with this one. 

“Can I ask you something?” You said, your curiosity getting the better of you. 

“Of course,” he smiled at you again, getting a bit closer to you. You were sitting on the other side of your bed, your back against the headrest. 

“Did you disguise yourself to what I would like? I heard that your kind can change forms according to their partner.” He was like a walking fantasy for you. He was exactly what you would want in a man. 

“A little bit. My body is mine, I just changed part of my appearance to your liking.” His body language had changed, he seemed more open to you. “I know what you like based on your summoning.” He stated, as if that were the most obvious thing. 

You nodded, listening to what he just told you. You wanted to be afraid, but you also had to remind yourself that you summoned him and it’s a little late to back out now. He was here, you may as well take advantage. “What are you going to do to me?” You questioned, wondering how far you could go with him. 

His smile went from soft to wicked in an instant. “Anything you want me to do, sweetheart. You called upon me and it is my job to satisfy your needs.” He kept his distance from you, but he was still very close. In a weird way, you felt very comfortable around him. “Are you scared?” He asked, voice changing slightly as to not spook you. 

You shrugged. “No. Are you going to leave when we’re done?” You had heard stories from other people of their Incubus’ leaving when they were finished with them. Some survived, some didn’t. 

He moved to sit next to you and you could feel his body heat on yours. “Since I was summoned, I’ll come back to you whenever you want me. The only way you could get rid of me is if you were to banish me. My kind likes to stay around witches; you’re fun.” He winked. You felt yourself want to give in to him, and that you did. He was just so handsome, how could you resist? Sure, you summoned him, but he was still giving himself up to you. “Tell me, Y/N. What would you like to do? Or would you rather show me?” 

You smiled at the demon in your bed, closing the gap between you two as you quickly moved to straddle his waist. His eyes began to glow red as you leaned down to kiss his plump lips. His hands were instantly on your waist, keeping you in place as your lips danced against each other’s. The way he kissed you was unlike any way a mortal man had kissed you. He kissed you as if his life depended on it and you gave it right back to him. 

You soon felt one of his hands move up under your shirt and tease your nipple. Since you were in bed, you weren’t wearing a bra. You felt Hongjoong smirk against your kiss before he moved his lips down to your neck, where he sucked lightly and left a hickey on your skin. You wanted to be upset, but you could care less with how delicious his lips felt. 

You began to rock your hips against his, creating a friction between the two of you. You felt his cock get hard underneath you, so you began to move a bit faster, stimulating your clit and soaking your panties in the process. He moved his hips in time with yours and you moaned at the feeling. “Does that feel good?” He murmured against your neck before he repositioned you so that you were now underneath him. 

He leaned up on his knees and began to unbutton his shirt, exposing his skin under the moonlight coming through your window. It was almost as if he were glowing. For all you know, he could’ve been. But you were too turned on to even consider other visual aspects of a demon as beautiful as him. You wanted nothing more than for him to touch you again, you were worried he wouldn’t if you moved too quickly. So you settled on removing your shirt, leaving your chest now exposed to him. 

Hongjoong smirked at you, taking in your body before his eyes settled on your breasts. He was now above you, kissing along your neck and chest. You giggled and moaned at how faint his lips felt on your skin. You felt his tongue circle one of your nipples and your back arched from the feeling. He soon wrapped his lips around your nipple, suckling lightly but hard enough to tug. He switched to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment. He left no inch untouched. 

Your hands were in his hair, curling between his locks and pulling slightly. “That’s what you’re into?” He joked. You felt your cheeks get hot at his comment, not realizing you pulled his hair absentmindedly. He chuckled before going back up to kiss your lips. You placed your hands on the nape of his neck, holding him close. 

His hand that was on your hip had now moved and was teasing you through your panties. Your hips rocked into his hand, making him smirk again before moving your panties aside and dragging his fingers along your slit. “Fuck,” you moaned out, wanting nothing more than for him to continue touching you. 

“So wet for me, darling.” He said softly in your ear, making you shiver at his low tone. You moaned when he slid his finger inside you, going as deep as it could. He moved it slowly to tease you, making sure that he could prolong your pleasure. Though, he had something in mind for you two. With your permission, of course. He may be a demon, but he had rules he had to follow. He didn’t want you to think that he was bad just because he was an Incubus. 

He soon added a second finger, stretching you out just how you liked it. Even though this was your first time together, he knew what you liked. Since you summoned him, he knew a thing or two about you. You wanted to ask how he knew, but you figured it was because of what he was. You knew that an Incubus could know all about their partners if they wanted to. Hongjoong definitely wanted to know everything about you. That is why it took a few days for him to show up in front of you - he studied you before coming to visit you. 

You held him close, kissing on his neck and jaw. You just wanted to feel every part of him and you never wanted him to leave you. You knew he wouldn’t, but you still wanted him as close as possible in this moment. He was exactly what you needed. 

Your moans became louder as he continued to work his fingers inside you, teasing your inner walls and brushing against that sweet spot that drives you crazy. “Hongjoong!” You said loudly as he kept up his movements. 

“That’s it, pretty girl, say my name,” He said, knowing just how good he was making you feel. You could feel yourself getting close to your orgasm; your body writhing underneath him. Hongjoong raised himself off you once again to take in how you looked. A devilish smile plastered on his beautiful face as he got you off with just his fingers. Your orgasm ripped through you and you could barely make a sound. He made you feel a little too good. He removed his fingers from your core and placed them in his mouth, licking them clean of your juices. He moaned, “You’re delicious; I want more.”  

You looked into his glowing red eyes and you knew you had to prepare yourself to whatever he had planned for you. Your eyes had also wondered as he fully began to remove his clothes. Even though it was dark, you were still able to see the bulge in his pants; his was dick strained against the fabric and all you wanted to do was relieve him. You reached your hand out to unbutton his pants, and he looked down at you, thinking about what he wanted to do next. 

Once his pants were down, you had a full view of his cock. You practically drooled at the sight, just wanting it in your mouth and down your throat. You looked into his eyes before you leaned in and gave his tip a little flick with your tongue. He hissed at the contact, but he didn’t let you continue what you were doing. Instead, he pushed you down onto your back, confusing you. “What the hell?” You questioned. 

“I have an idea, Y/N. Why don’t we both please each other?” He raised a brow at you and you wanted to know exactly what he meant by that. 

You giggled. “Isn’t that what we would be doing anyway?” 

He shook his head and stayed silent as he removed your shorts and the rest of his clothes. Now that you were both naked, Hongjoong had positioned you on top of him before you could even register what had happened. Due to your new position, his cock was in your face, ready to be taken care of by you. You’d never been in this position before, and your body surged with excitement. Especially, since you were doing this with a demon. 

Hongjoong smirked before he slowly moved his tongue along your core, making you moan out from the new pleasure. The way he slithered his tongue against you had your eyes rolling back. He felt so good to you, but you quickly remembered that he needed to receive pleasure too. His beautiful cock was just begging for you to touch it, the tip red and dripping with precum. You licked his shaft before wrapping your lips around his tip. “Fuck,” you heard him moan, your ears perking up at the sound. 

You bobbed your head slowly as to prolong his pleasure. You wanted him to feel as good as he made you feel. His tongue was soon inside you, swirling around and going as deep as it could. Your hips began to move, but Hongjoong held you down to keep you still. You tried your best to not move as much, but it was hard considering the way he tongue moved. 

You focused on his cock, wrapping your hand around what didn’t fit in your mouth and stroking him in time with your licks. His own hips bucked slightly when you took him further in, almost touching the back of your throat. You pulled away and smirked before doing tour best to deep throat him. His tip had teased the back of your throat, making you gag around him. The tightness causing him to moan against your center, causing the vribration to go through your whole body. 

Hongjoong’s had moved and wrapped his lips around your clit, teasing and sucking. One of his hands was no longer on you, but instead, he slid two fingers inside you easily. You pulled your mouth off his dick to moan out loud, feeling full from his fingers and overly satisfied from his tongue. You knew that being intimate with an Incubus would be fun, but you never imagined that it would surpass any expectation you had. You wanted to be with him as long as you possibly could. 

Hongjoong’s fingers teased your inner walls, finding that spot once gain that he found earlier. Hongjoong was toying with your body and you loved every touch, caress and flick of his tongue. You moaned around his cock, making it twitch in your mouth. You felt proud of yourself that you could please a demon like Hongjoong - you never thought that it would be possible. 

You once again attempted to deep throat him, taking him as far into your mouth as you possibly could, making Hongjoong’s hips buck into you. You gagged again and pulled away, his dick now messy with your saliva and his precum. You could tell by the way he was breathing that he was going to cum at any minute. Determined to make him cum, you strocked his cock a bit faster while focusing on his head. You licked the underside of his shaft, and you felt him pull away from you to let out one of the loudest and hottest moans you’d heard in your entire life. You kept up your movements and before you knew it, his hipes jerked as he came. You caught some of it, but it mostly landed on part of your face and dripped down onto his thigh. 

Hongjoong went back to your core, fingers moving faster in you as they continuously teased your spot. The combination of his tongue lapping at your clit and the way his fingers moved inside you was making you closer and closer to your high. He was quick with his movements, knowing you liked it a bit on the faster side, and he felt you clench around his fingers. “Come on pretty girl, I know you want to cum,” His filthy word went straight to your pussy and you screamed as you came around his fingers and tongue. 

Your orgasm rocked though your entire body and you almost felt yourself go limp on top of him. “Fuck!” you yelped as your body twitched from the aftershocks. Hongjoong had removed his fingers, but he still gave your clit some attention. He helped you work through your orgasm and when he felt that you’d had enough, he moved so that he could lay next to you. 

You turned to the beautiful man next to you, taking in what had just happened. His red eyes were still glowing, which you knew meant that he wasn’t finished with you. Good, you weren’t finished with him, either.

[that1garrulousfan]

OC AND/OR DRAWING IDEAS FOR ARTBLOCK

🌸 - Interacting with a canon character

🎀 - Dress them in your favorite outfit and/or an outfit you wish you had

🔥 - a r s o n

🎃 - Halloween costume

🦾 - Robot or cyborg

🎤 - Singing

🎁 - Reacting to a present they received or waiting for a reaction from someone they gave it to

🛍️ - Shopping

👑 - Royalty

😈 - Villain

🖤 - Emo/punk/grunge aesthetic

🪡 - Working on a sewing projecting (or crocheting!)

🔪 - Horror art

🧥 - Investigator or a detective

🎬 - Film director

🤿 - Snorkeling and/or swimming

🥸 - Disguise

🍂 - Autumn

🍀 - St. Patrick’s Day

🪖 - Soldier

👾 - 8-Bit

🧤 - Gardening

⛲️ - By a water fountain

🎄 - Decorating a Christmas tree

⚽️ - Playing soccer/football

🏀 - Playing basketball

🏈 - Playing football

🎾 - Playing tennis

🏐 - Playing volleyball

⚾️ - Playing base ball/soft ball

🏓 - Playing ping pong

🪵 - Gathering firewood or just with logs/wood

🎡 - At a carnival

🕷️- Reaction to a spider

💐 - Giving or receiving flowers

💌 - Confession

😒 - Annoyed and/or sarcastic

🤣 - Laughing

🎫 - Buying tickets

✈️ - In an airplane or at an airport or boarding the plane

🐚 - Collecting seashells and/or at the beach

🤩 - Amazed

🌝 - Waiting for a reaction (specifically a prank or something obvious or “You’ll see” expression)

🎮 - Playing video games

🍔 - Eating a burger or other fast food

🎒 - Buying school supplies and/or getting ready for school

☔️- Standing in the rain with an umbrella

🌂 - Going out into the rain

🚗 - Driving and/or driving test

💅 - Painting nails

🧣 - Wearing a scarf

🤳 - Selfie (maybe with a few friends)

🪺 - Stumbling across a bird’s nest

🍳 - Making breakfast

🛹 - Skateboarding

🥧 - Baking a pie and/or cake

🪩 - Dancing and/or at a party

🤡 - The character’s most embarrassing moment

✨ - Star gazing

⛳️ - Playing golf

🪅 - Breaking a piñata

❄️ - In the snow

🛝 - In a liminal space

🐍 - Their reaction to a snake

🍉 - Eating a fruit

🍽️ - Setting up a table (maybe as a waiter for a restaurant or just a family/friend dinner?)

🕶️ - Wearing cool shades

🥠 - Opening a fortune cookie

🩰 - Ballet

🎼 - Learning and/or practicing music

🎯 - Playing with darts

🚲- Riding a bike

🛴 - Riding a scooter

🎪 - At a circus (maybe a d i g i t a l one???)

🖼️ - Admiring art (or not)

🍋 - Trying to eat this

🍨 - Eating an ice cream

🥯 - “A bagel… Two bagels.”

🎢 - On a roller coaster

🎭 - Acting

🛶 - Kayaking or canoeing

📸 - Taking pictures of random objects for no reason :]

🪐 - Trip to space and/or on a planet

💻 - Working on something on the computer

🙌 - With something they admire

🌶️ - Trying a spicy pepper

🫖 - TEA PARTY

🪨 - Rock climbing

🪃 “Wanna know the difference between your honor and my boomerang, Zuko?” “What?” “Your honor will never come back.” “THAT’S NOT FUNNY, SOKKA—“

⛽️ - Getting gas

🧭 - Using a campus

🏕️ - Camping

🌳 - Sitting under a tree

I may reblog and add more later but I hope this helps for now!! Best of luck y’all!! 💖

[elvhenmage]

John Corcoran (@mrjohncorcoran) As promised, a non-exhaustive list of Shadowheart hooks/hints/prompts in two parts in the thread. From throughout the game, so spoilers naturally

General audience:

Nibbles the mouse

Shadowheart defending Nocturne while they were initiates. Hint that Viconia is proud of her, though never admits it

Nocturne doing Shadowheart's hair

Buddog, a childhood rival/bully of Shadowheart, who was also part of the mission to steal the Astral Prism

Training and indoctrination against Githyanki

The actual heist to take the Astral Prism from Vlaakith's vaults. Shadowheart being the sole survivor of a five-member team

Hints at an earlier infiltration mission at a ball in Baldur's Gate

Viconia giving Shadowheart elocution lessons to help her blend into high society

Shadowheart's enjoyment of disguises and roleplay as part of her Sharran training

Shadowheart and Nocturne's hideaway full of night orchids

'Four dogs, eight cats, nine chickens, six pigeons, four sheep, a milk cow named Daphne, a squirrel who's far too clever for her own good, and a wolf cub I found orphaned in some woods'

The owlbear joining Shadowheart's menagerie

Shadowheart's failed attempts to preserve some of her memories

Allister Marnley (Shadowheart's deceased tutor)

The graffiti

Remembering childhood games from the blighted village

Flashes of memories upon being punished by Shar's curse (while playing as Shadowheart only - not companion).

Learning about Dark Justiciars as a young initiate, and dreaming of becoming one

Nocturne helping Shadowheart remember herself whenever she had her memories taken away

'I'd like to see the islands maybe, or head south to Amn. I heard there's an enclave of werecats that hunt the followers of dark gods by moonlight. I'd love to see if there's any truth to that'

Shadowheart's Special Scrumpy

Dragon-riding with Lae'zel

Bonding with her mother, and remembering the taste of her cooking from childhood

Learning jokes from her father

Visiting the House of the Moon, and evading Sharran assassins

Somewhat spicy audience:

What unfolded under the cover of darkness in Sharess' Caress.

Shared love of smutty literature with Wyll

Hint of discreet romances and encounters amongst Sharran trainees at the Cloister

Ever notice how the Sharrans all seem to sleep together in a big dorm?

Untying knots with her tongue

'Try not to dream of tying me up'

Mistaking Durge's nighttime bloodlust for something more amorous, and being perfectly willing to go along with it stealthily while the rest of the camp sleeps

'She looks like she could throw me over her shoulder and carry me to safety... should the need arise'

And it's lesser-seen epilogue follow-up: 'between you and me, I've pretended to have a sprained ankle now and again, for a ride on those muscles'

'Don't wear them out entirely, priest. I might have use for them yet'

Further building of sand castles

Climbing Mount Halsin

*Gestures broadly at Shadowheart and Lae'zel's love-hate tension*

A standing invitation for a private audience with Mother Superior Shadowheart, should you ever be in the vicinity of the Cloister

'Kiss me like you hate me'

Tav: 'If in doubt, I can always lie. We've been slaying dragons and making love atop piles of gold'. Shadowheart: 'That sounds fun - why haven't we been doing that? Perhaps I'll shoo the cats out of our room and scatter copper pieces over the bed some evening, and we can play make-believe'

Bite-kissing

A dash of sacrilegious bloodplay

[mocolococoffeesimp]

Howdy! May I request Happy Chaos and anyone else you want having an artist as a lover? :3

Sure thing, anon! Decided to give spotlight to Kum for other one.

"Draw me like, one of your french girls." He smirked at you, as he laid on the couch, holding a rose between his teeth. Luckily, he was wearing pants. This would become, a common occurrence. Him posing for you, wanting to serve as your muse.

-He would always be willing to model for you, trying out new poses and outfits. You won't even have to try to get him to model for you. He will just, randomly pop to your room, wearing a outfit. (Which, could be suggestive, or most chill outfit.) He wants you to draw him, to make a large portrait of him.

-As, he likes his tattoo on his chest, he will ask you to design a tattoo for him. Possible, even a cute couples tattoo.

-You worked as a painter in the Haehyun court, and you just happened to know Kum's secret. So, during the days you paint portraits of Kum's disguise. Making official portraits, depicting the disguise in best possible light. Than, the evening comes. She steps out of her mech, tired and ready to start relaxing. Only for you to start drawing her.

-She likes it, whenever you draw her. You get to boost her ego about her looks, and you get to practice drawing her. Win-win situation.

-You have to be careful, whenever you're going thru your sketchbook in public, as someone might see the drawings of Kum. Couple times you almost busted her secret when you were showing your drawings. This made you slam the sketchbook shut, you trying to figure out a lie to tell. Kum saw this unfolding, making her burst out laughing in her disguise. She told the maid, you had drawn some "spicy" images for Haehyun. The maid took the answer, but you were a blushing mess. Later, she actually wanted you to draw that spicy images. (She was shy about actually posing for them.)

[g0ldenboi333]

spicy take time: Ace Attorney 5 is not THAT bad

Dual Destinies: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly -- An Opinionated Review (not spoiler free, hehe)

As I was progressing through the series, I noticed that fans really seemed to dislike Dual Destinies, so as I finished Apollo Justice, I was worried about what I was going to come across and, it wasn't terrible. I've begun to replay some of the game and compile some thoughts.

The Good

Characters

Whether it be the complicated, the quirky, or the downright enjoyable to be around, Dual Destinies has all sorts of new characters to fit this bill. Some of my favorites include:

Athena Cykes -- The newbie lawyer with a loud and colorful personality and a neat little game mechanic involving her being able to hear emotions Simon Blackquill -- The prosecutor on death row who's very… persuasive (why does he get to have a sword?) "Bobby Fulbright" -- The game's eccentric detective. While he's no Dick Gumshoe or Emma Skye, he actually managed to grow on me, making the twist that the final antagonist was disguised as him the entire time all the more impactful to me.

Some other characters that I really enjoyed: Juniper Woods Jinxie Tenma Aura Blackquill Orla Shipley (the orca)

And some of my favorite puns, for fun: Candice Arme Robin Newman Sasha Buckler

The Introductory Case

Case 5-1 is one of my favorite introductory cases after 2-1, AAI2-1, and TGAA1-1. Its twists and turns had me on edge the entire time. I've seen some crazy shit in Ace Attorney -- exorcisms, cross-examining animals, children that are victims of murder attempts -- but a terrorist bombing was not something I would expect, weirdly enough.

I also think it's fascinating how it's the only intro case to span over multiple days and the second to chronologically take place after the main filler cases (after AAI1-1).

And I really like how it ends by leaving these two questions in the back of my mind: "What's wrong with Apollo?" "Who exactly is Athena?"

Prosecutor Blackquill

Out of all of the prosecutors in the series, Blackquill has one of my favorite concepts. The idea of a prosecutor being able to continue his job while awaiting the death sentence for a crime he did not commit, but rather, took the fall for is just soooo… AAAAAAA. I love it. How he also utilizes psychological mind games opposite to Athena's own.

I was originally terrified of Blackquill and his unique "Silence!" callout, but as case 5 progressed, I actually almost cried learning Simon's true colors. How he willingly went to prison to protect a young Athena and Athena's mother, Metis', work, refusing to accept help despite Athena's and Aura, his older sister's, pleas. He was genuinely willing to be executed for the sake of protecting Athena.

Athena and Apollo's relationship, Apollo's Skepticism, and Athena's Trauma

Throughout the course of cases 2 and 3, it was demonstrated how Apollo and Athena grew to trust each other. To me, they gave off sibling energy, which was made even better by the fact that, in Greek mythology, Apollo and Athena are siblings (half-siblings, but siblings nonetheless).

So when Apollo started feeling skeptical towards Athena regarding the whole Clay situation, it kinda hurt, Apollo even willingly wearing a bandage over his eye to prevent himself from perceiving Athena's suspicious ticks. (I love this concept and wish more could have been done it.) And Athena had a past of her own that wasn't helping the situation that she herself wasn't even sure of, traumatized by the idea that she might have killed her own mother.

This is what I would say to be Dual Destinies' strongest feature.

The Phantom

Like I've mentioned before, the twist of "Fulbright" being the final antagonist really got to me. And his whole breakdown with him being in a mad panic, questioning who he really was before getting sniped, has to be one of my favorite breakdowns in the entire series (second to the exorcism)

Turnabout Reclaimed

The concept behind this DLC case is a fascinating one. The defendant being an… uhm… orca and the murder being an accident makes this case really unique.

3D Models

While the models take a bit to get used to, I think, ultimately, they weren't a terrible idea. I love the sprites but there are some things that the models did that the sprites couldn't -- and vice versa. And I believe it was a great gateway into what we got with The Great Ace Attorney and Spirit of Justice.

The Bad

Phoenix's Role

I have problems with Phoenix in this game in general. His model, his voice, but overall, I think the biggest downside about him in this game is his role. How him losing his badge was basically ctrl-z'ed and he's back to basically steal the spotlight. His role in Apollo Justice was great. He was there, but not on the front lines, helping Apollo from the side. I was hoping that, with the introduction of Athena, she'd get help from him like Apollo from Kristoph in his own game or Phoenix from Mia in the first game, rather than being essentially sidelined herself.

Yes. Dual Destinies is a Phoenix Wright game, but with how much focus it gives to Apollo and Athena and their… Dual Destinies… it's a bit frustrating with him in the picture as much as he is.

Turnabout Academy

I don't believe in the "3rd Case Syndrome" that goes around in the fanbase (4-3, 6-3, AAI2-3, and TGAA2-3 were pretty good). However… replaying Dual Destinies, I can't bring myself to replay this case. The concept was okay, but, that's all I can really say. The characters were… eh? I like Junie, Robin, and Mirriam, but Hugh is insufferable and what they did with Klavier was… (I don't wanna be harsh but)… ew. How Robin was treated before revealing she was a girl, was kind of gross (in the initial 2013 release). Overall, it was an… okay case. I don't really have much else to say about this case other than I didn't really enjoy it.

Turnabout Reclaimed

I love the concept, but that's about it. I had a bit of trouble staying awake while playing this one. It felt a little reminiscent of 1-5, which best sums up my feelings about it. The characters were okay and the idea is great, but this case is just… there.

The Ugly

Main Menu

That menu is boring. There's nothing... here. At least previous releases had the gall to put an image in the background, whether it be a courtroom or silhouettes of the main characters. I can't tell if that's supposed to be a bulletin board or a closeup of a basketball, but it's likely neither of those are right.

Voices

I understand replacing the older VA's because of cutscenes and all that, and I'm okay with Apollo's new voice, but when it comes to the other characters with NEW voices, they kind of miss the mark. Apollo and Phoenix sound virtually identical, Klavier sounds… wrong, and I don't think anyone told Edgeworth's VA that he's only 34 because he sounds twice that.

3D Models

When it comes to characters being translated into 3D, that's where the models miss. Apollo's, and Klavier's models are … not the best and Phoenix's is actually disgusting. They got a much-needed update with Spirit of Justice, but they don't compare to the beauty of their sprites.

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Overall, I personally think that Dual Destinies is one of the weakest in the series, but it's not as bad as everyone makes it out to be. It's different and takes a bit to get used to, but it's fun :)

[cakerollk]

Nobody move I've read Charlotte's backstory and lines. Am noting down some stuff for future drawing ideas heh

-loves sweets, cannot stand spicy food. Go white girl go

- her kamera was a gift from dad, who had his friend make a ton of neat enhancements to it like a self defence system + basically made it indestructible

- this bitch is crazy like you know how white girls will pet wild animals because teehee all animals are puppies or whateva, she's diving head first into drug rings to bust crimes like she's some contemporary romance slash detective series female lead. Wearing disguises and shit.

- ofc this gets her into tons of life threatening problems like she had to temporarily live at the steambird office building bc she's getting death threats and her residency getting vandalised.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

ヾ(•ω•`)o

Can you ask for something NSFW from 'Wolf Child'? In the scene, Thor invited the Vanir girl to a party in Valhalla a few days, and she agreed to go. But she would take a pair of her wolves. Thor and the Vanir woman are already in a relationship, but no one knew about it so many were surprised, especially Loki, Aphrodite and some of the Valkyries (Loki and Aphrodite just want to gossip). Odin already knew it before his son confessed it to him. (Forseti is in a corner having a mental breakdown not knowing this from his greatest hero) At first everything was calm, the Vanir is happy living with gods as with human participants in Ragnarok. Her (she beat Raiden in a wrestling match, and told how she had to tire the millennial deer in a race since she had no weapons and needed the animal alive) But Thor began to see the undignified looks of the lesser gods, while y/n began to notice the not-so-disguised whispers of the various female deities criticizing their braided hair or their beads in their hair and woven string necklaces, or his muted-toned clothes that he wears to hunt in Vanaheim. Y/N tries to ignore him but his instincts tell him to back off, and he does. Thor then goes to her and tries to calm her down, but she tells him that Odin's son should be with someone less wild. So Thor decides it's better to show her how she makes him so happy to be by her side, as well as leaving other men a warning. It should be said that she and/or she is a virgin since helping her father with the hunt does not leave much time for such things.

Hello dear Anon, I apologize that this request isn't spicy like you requested. It didn't flow for me in the way that some of my other spicy works have. I do hope that you like what I have written.

-The gossip that went around Valhalla was like an unstoppable tidal wave when you walked in, holding Thor’s arm to the Summer Solstice Ball held in the Norse pantheon.

-Everyone was gawking except for Odin, who knew of and approved of the relationship as Odin knew that you were a powerful warrior as well as an honorable maiden, as he had seen you honor your father before you came to the ball with Thor, leaving mead at his grave.

-You were flanked by two wolves, your largest, the parents of the other wolves that you called your pack, your family.

-Forseti and Loki were both gawking, seeing you with Thor, they had no idea that he was courting you, beside themselves in anguish; Forseti because he didn’t know this about his Lord Thor, and Loki because he could have been teasing the thunder god for who knows how long!!

-You were welcomed warmly by the humans who were in attendance, Lu Bu and Raiden could both easily tell that you were strong, despite being a petite little maiden and Thor could only stare with pride and amusement as you had easily taken down Raiden in a wrestling match, making it look easy.

-Odin himself spoke with you, shocking many who had not seen you as worthy to be here, seeing you only as a forest woman.

-Odin inquired about how you had caught the deer you brought to him, the deer still alive, now living peacefully and in luxury in Valhalla.

-You told your tale, approaching the creature with no weapons, your wolves remaining back, challenging it to a race and that if you won, it would go with you quietly and it had won, it would have made its own request of you.

-Odin and many others were impressed with your skills, as you had proven yourself by bringing the deer to Odin.

-Thor was relaxed, seeing you speaking with his father, the two of you conversing warmly, but he began to see other goddesses looking over at you with cruel eyes, whispering behind their hands.

-He wandered around, listening closely to these catty gods, speaking of your leathers, as you were wearing browns and greens, colors that helped you move through the forest you called home, the beads and braids in your hair, symbols of pride that you have earned over the years, the scars on your arms and a few on your face, trophies that someone else, warrior or creature, had earned, and the one that made his blood boil, that you didn’t deserve to be with Thor.

-The mug in his hand immediately shattered and eyes quickly turned, seeing Thor there, staring down at them in fury, instantly shutting up.

-Aphrodite couldn’t help but coo, thinking his reaction was cute, seeing him so angry about those speaking poorly about you.

-You had looked over and your eyes fell only slightly, as you had been hearing the cruel words for most of the night, as your hearing was very sharp, having grown up in the dense forest, you honed your senses.

-You felt embarrassed that Thor had heard their words as well and got angry over it.

-Odin left to speak with Zeus and you stood, your wolves perking up and they were quickly by your side so you could slip away.

-Despite being happy to be at this party with Thor, as you had been enjoying yourself, you felt a bit uneasy, being around so many people at once, people with poisoned tongues.

-You didn’t get far, slipping out a side door, “Y/N?” you turned, seeing Thor coming after you, he saw your shoulders relax but you didn’t meet his eyes, looking almost hesitant as he approached.

-He said nothing, grabbing you by your hips and threw you over his shoulder, a small yelp leaving you before he looked at your wolves, their tails wagging, “Go back and enjoy the party. We’re going to be busy.” They trotted off, leaving the two of you alone before he turned and headed down the hall, heading to his private quarters.

-You propped yourself up on his shoulders, “Thor, put me down.” He refused, giving your ass a firm swat when you tried to wiggle out of his grasp, “You’re not leaving, Y/N. We have something to discuss.”

-His words confused you, only slightly as he opened the door to his private quarters, locking it shut behind him before he threw you onto his bed.

-He was quick to kneel before the bed as you sat up, looking up at you as you moved to your knees, “Y/N, I-” you cut him off, your confidence gone as you felt a bit ashamed, “Are you okay… okay with someone like me?”

-He frowned, hearing your words before he reached up, brushing your hair out of your face, “There’s no one else I would want by my side, Y/N. You are everything to me.”

-Your eyes were wide at his words, his hand moving to cup your cheek gently, as you softened, your hand coming to hold his hand to your cheek, turning your head to peck his palm softly.

-Thor then stood, looming over you, a fire in his eyes, “I need to prove to all those who doubted you that you do belong with me.”

-He couldn’t help the smile as your whole head seemed to flush, starting from your neck, rising up to the top of your head, steam coming from it before he was quick to descend upon you.

-Thor carried you back to the party two hours later, as your legs were too shaky to walk, making him feel like a peacock.

-Aphrodite and Loki were holding their cheeks, gushing as they saw the kiss marks covering your neck and chest that wasn’t covered by your dress, similar marks on Thor as well.

-People burned with jealousy at the both of you, seeing the remnants of your passion.

-Odin rolled his one eye, knowing what Thor had done as you fetched your wolves and the two of you decided to return to your home for more privacy for certain activities.

[the-muzansama]

Tagged by @eyes-like-obsidian

DASH GAMES | what does your muse…

What does your muse smell like? // Sometimes Muzan has just been in his lab and has this mixture of chemicals and flowers about him. But he bathes very regularly, so he usually doesn't smell like much of anything, besides a hint of the tea tree-scented wash that he uses.

What does your muse's hands feel like? // They are on the smaller side for mens' hands and are rather soft. But when you hold his hand, you can feel that they are strong and a vein pops up.

What does your muse usually eat in a day? // I think that Muzan had to somehow learn to tolerate human food. How would he have been able to disguise himself as the child for so long if he couldn't eat what was given to him? His favourites are miso soup with tofu, soba noodles, and anything with spicy mayonnaise added to it.

Does your muse have a good singing voice? // Not really. (Sorry, Muzan) He has a very specific voice, which could be nice to listen to if he had better breath control and didn't go off-tune so often.

Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks? // Muzan is very fussy and needs things done in a particular way. He always needs to know my daily schedule beforehand so he can mentally prepare for it. When he's nervous, he tends to count.

What does your muse usually look like/wear? // He has short, wavy black hair. It used to be much longer but he keeps it short now. He wears formal clothes -- a dress shirt, tie, vest, dress pants, etc. It might sound kind of boring, but he always has a stylish pattern either on his vest or on his tie.

Is your muse affectionate? How so? // He is not very affectionate. His love languages are words of praise and gift giving. But that doesn't mean that he can't become affectionate when in the right mood.

What position does your muse sleep in? // Muzan sleeps on his back and doesn't move much.

Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room? // Generally no. This guy is a master of sneaking up on you and is very quiet. The exception is when he's angry and starts breaking things in his lab. Then you can definitely hear him.

This was fun! Tagging:

@koku-shibou @koyuki-the-flower @astrasolitaris @chibi-koku @nakimex @askobanaiguro @i-karaku-swear-i-dont-smoke-weed @gyutaro-shabana-upper6 @ask-aizetsu @ask-yoriichi @akaza-dono-the-basketball @uppermoon-2 @doumathesecond @doumadono @ask-kamanue

[maplesunflowers]

Alright, since it was requested, here's my Spicy APH Canada Hot Take.

Obviously NSFW below!

Matthew just...has NEVER struck me as a sub. Maybe this is just due my own preferences coming through, but Mattie has always given the vibes of a "Dom in disguise" or whatever you'd like to call it.

In public everyone sees him as shy and timid and gets incredibly flustered when someone makes dirty jokes about him and his partner, but at home...in private...away from all those prying eyes...he's a whole different person.

First off his partner doesn't call him by his name, they're only allowed to call him "Daddy". He in turn doesn't call them by their name, he only calls them "Kitten" or some other pet name. He makes his partner wear a collar with a bell on it at all times so he always knows where they are, along with only allowing them to wear lacy, see-through lingerie so he can always have a great view of them at any angle.

He picked lacy lingerie specifically because of how easy it is for him to tear off his partner whenever he wants to take them. Sometimes he'll come home from a stressful meeting and will immediately just start shredding off his partner's only clothing as he says, "Daddy's had a stressful day. Be good and let daddy pound into that sweet little hole of yours until he feels better."

Then he'll bend his partner over the table or sofa or bed, ANYTHING, as he rams his cock into his partner, brutally pounding into them while his hands grope at their chest and his mouth covers them in hickeys and love bites. He'll keep up his ruthless attack on his partner's body until all his stress melts away.

Aftercare with Matthew is immaculate. Once he's finished he'll spend the rest of the day caring for his partner, giving them a nice warm bath, feeding them whatever meal they'd like, and cuddling up on the bed or couch with them while watching whatever they'd like. He makes sure to give them his undivided attention, showering them with love and praise.