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[theforgottencrow]

@autistic-dustdust, pookie it has been delivered. Us.

[leona-hawthorne]

happy 1k!! may i please have latte art? ☕️🫶🏼

i’m a ravenclaw, fave class is probably charms with mattheo 💕 eeeek i’m so excited!!

thank you for requesting pookie, i love u sm 😚🤍 i loved writing this one, hope you like it 💌

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ミ★ FEEL IT… mattheo riddle

You stumbled through the damp underbrush of the Forbidden Forest, mittens clutched in one hand, the other holding your wand to light the narrow path. You weren't expecting to run into anyone out here, especially this far from the castle—unlike you, most students didn’t seek solace in the quiet of the woods after sundown. That’s probably why you were surprised to spot a familiar dark-haired figure standing alone beneath a patch of moonlight, his wand raised as he muttered incantations under his breath.

Mattheo Riddle.

You’d seen him around—a Slytherin with a reputation for being brooding, intense, maybe even a little intimidating. But right now, he didn’t look intimidating. He looked… frustrated, wand aimed forward as though he was attempting something challenging. Curiosity got the better of you, and you stepped closer, careful not to make a sound. When he attempted the spell again, you caught a glimpse of silvery smoke swirling from the tip of his wand, a Patronus charm trying to form.

It flickered, then faded, leaving him scowling, muttering a curse under his breath.

Without thinking, you cleared your throat. “You’re close, you know. But you’re missing something.”

He startled, eyes flashing as he turned to face you before he sighed in exasperation.

“Enjoying the show?” he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm, though you could sense a flicker of embarrassment beneath it.

“Not much,” you replied, stepping closer despite the warning look he gave you. “I just thought I’d offer a suggestion. Charms is… kind of my thing.”

He scoffed. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. “No, not really. But I do know that if you want to cast a Patronus, you’re going about it all wrong. You’re trying too hard. A Patronus requires more than technique—it’s about feeling. You have to immerse yourself in your happiest memory. Like, really feel it—imagine it in detail, every single sensation.”

He raised an eyebrow, looking half-amused, half-irritated. “What makes you think I have any happy memories?”

“Come on, you must have at least one,” you replied, stepping closer. Without waiting for permission, you reached out, gently adjusting his hand to tilt his wand up. The brush of his hand against yours was warm, steady, but you felt him tense under your touch. His gaze flickered to where your hands touched, and you could practically feel the shift in his breathing. He was trying to keep his cool, but you caught the way his shoulders squared, the faint flush in his cheeks.

He was looking at you now, something unreadable in his gaze, as if he was trying to figure you out. “This doesn’t feel like Charms class,” he murmured, the corner of his mouth twitching up.

“It’s not,” you replied, holding his gaze with a playful smile. “But let’s pretend it is.”

He breathed in, then closed his eyes, his face softening as he focused. You watched as his fingers tightened around the wand, as if gathering his resolve, and then—suddenly—an enormous, shimmering silver lion erupted from the tip, prowling protectively around the two of you before disappearing into the trees.

For a moment, he stared at the place where the lion had been, a little awestruck. Then, slowly, he turned to look at you. 

“A lion?” you said, arching an eyebrow. “Interesting for a Slytherin.”

Mattheo chuckled, a warm sound that somehow felt as intense as the rest of him. “I guess there’s more to me than meets the eye.” He hesitated, glancing at your hand still resting on his. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” you replied, stepping back to leave.

“Wait,” he called after you, his voice low, but with a surprising urgency. “What’s your name?”

You looked back over your shoulder, giving him a small smile as you replied, “Y/N.” And then, before he could ask anything else, you turned and disappeared into the shadows of the forest path, leaving Mattheo staring after you, utterly spellbound, his Patronus glowing softly in the moonlight as he watched you disappear.

[thelov3lybookworm]

Am I Forgiven?

Summary: one chance is all he gets

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Word Count: 2650

Warnings: tinyy bit of angst, keir, rhysie poo being nosy. language ig? let me know if theres more i need to add here hehe 🫶🏻

A/n: based on this request by @nightless <3333 hope you like this pookie and please forgive me for taking over a year almost to post this 😭😭😭

(i feel like i kinda went off track but i tried to stick to the plot and my mind took the steering and was like. 'hmm this new route looks cool' im sorry lmaoo)

anyways, ENJOY🥹

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Y/n felt her eyebrows rise, glancing at the back of Keir’s head. She had thought the high lord would try to sweeten his offer, maybe start slow. But he apparently was in a no bullshit mood, and Y/n was not complaining. The quicker the ordeal was over, the quicker she could go back to her back and forth with the General.

Y/n was only here to help protect Keir, maybe even intimidate the high lord, though she knew that would only really happen in Keir’s dreams. That meant Y/n didn’t need to pay attention to whatever big words the two males threw at each other, and so she let her eyes wander.

Morrigan, Keir’s daughter, definitely got her looks from her father, but no one would point that out loud, not wanting to get into anyone's bad graces.

The shadowsinger was one of the most beautiful people Y/n had seen. Pity that he was so cold and closed off from everyone.

If he had been even a little less cold, Y/n would have had him in her bed long ago.

It was a good thing she didn’t really like pretty males.

She liked her males built, rough, and roguish.

Which, fortunately for her, her mate was exactly that.

Unfortunately for her, he was the Lord of Bloodshed, the General of the night court’s armies.

Cassian.

The thought brought a sly smirk on her face as she met the hazel eyes of the illyrian, who already looked ready to pounce over the table to get to her.

Y/n turned her attention back to the high lord before he could see the same urges in her eyes. She had mostly tuned everyone out, so when she heard the words muttered by Rhysand, shock jolted her entire body.

"So your darkbringers will fight when need be, and in exchange, you get to visit velaris. We’re settled then."

Y/n glanced at Keir, wide eyed, who simply offered a nod to the high lord before stalking out. Y/n had no choice but to follow, but she did shoot a last look at Cassian, who looked like he’d seen a ghost.

She knew how hard it must’ve been to receive such news, considering he called the place home and considering how much the elite members of the high lords inner circle hated hewn city and its people, Y/n would not blame him if he lost his mind in the cavernous meeting chamber.

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Keir had led Y/n and Bastian to a smaller room, ordering the two to get the darkbringer army ready and prepared to leave at a moment’s notice, to increase their training time and try and test every single one of the soldiers to make sure they were giving their best. And after half an hour of unceasing droning about the upcoming war, he told them to leave, mumbling something about freedom and velaris under his breath as the two generals escaped the empty yet full room, hurrying to get away before Keir decided he needed to ramble more.

The moment they were far enough away, Bastian let loose a breath, stepping off to the side and leaning against the wall. Y/n followed, standing toe to toe with him as she focused her eyes on the rock formations next to his head.

"How soon do you think the war will be upon us?"

Y/n took a deep breath, meeting the onyx eyes that always seemed to know her a little too well. "I don’t know. But it will be soon, I’m sure."

He was quiet for a moment. "When are you going to tell him, Y/n?"

Y/n turned away from him, letting her eyes survey the nearby brothels and shops, full of drinking and revelling patrons.

"Y/n?"

She sighed. "I don’t know, Bas. I feel like he knows already, but then he leaves every time. Every visit, I wonder if he will stop running in circles and finally talk to me about it, but then all he does is flirt all night and then vanish when I start to feel like we might be getting somewhere. I don’t know what to think anymore."

Bas hummed, rubbing his brow. "Maybe just talk to him? Tell him to get his shit together. After all, you do love ordering the soldiers around. Maybe he needs to get a taste of that to stop being a child."

Y/n rolled her eyes then, shaking her head. "Good night, Bas."

He laughed, then clasped her shoulder as she began walking away, halting her in her tracks. "Jokes aside, I mean it, Y/n. you should talk to him."

Y/n blinked at him, then nodded uncertainly. And with a last squeeze, Bas walked away, humming his favourite off key tune.

Maybe he was right. She needed to talk to Cassian.

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Cassian’s pov.

Cassian was not someone who squirmed. Sure, when he liked someone and wanted to impress them, he’d be jumping off the walls. But he had never felt uncomfortable under his brother’s gazes, let alone Rhysand's gaze.

Azriel was supposed to be the intimidating one, the one who looked at people and saw right through them. But the way Rhysand stared at Cassian, his brows furrowed and lips pursed, Cassian wondered if he was trying to stare into Cassian’s soul.

Or maybe trying to get through his mental walls to find out the answer to the question he very clearly had.

When Cassian was tired of being stared at like a medicinal herb specimen while he scanned the crowd in Hewn City, he finally snapped. "What?"

"What’s the deal between you and the General of the Darkbringers?"

Instantly, Cassian felt his blood cooling.

"Is there supposed to be a deal?"

Rhysand scoffed. "Not really, but the way you two act around each other suggests otherwise."

Cassian narrowed his eyes, gaze fixed to a far corner in the throne room where a couple had started kissing. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

The high lord snorted. "Yeah sure, I believe you."

Cassian remained quiet, and before long, Rhysand was opening his mouth again. As expected.

"You know, I was wondering if she has something going on with her right hand man. What was his name? Blaise? B-"

"Bastian." Cassian half snarled, his gaze swinging to the knowing eyes of his brother, and he realised that this was his plot all along. He’d been poking Cassian about mindless matters the whole evening, and to add to the annoyance of the general, Rhysand had hit where it hurt the most.

Cassian had seen the two, Y/n and Bastian, interact. And while they probably merely shared camaraderie, it irked Cassian to no end that another male got to talk to his mate so freely and get no repercussions for it, while Cassian had to skirt around everything he wanted to say to that magnificent female, having to settle to flirting when he wanted to tear open his chest and present her with the organ that kept him alive.

"So, I’ll ask again. What’s the deal between you two?"

Cassian released a frustrated sigh, then turned his gaze to the wide double doors, knowing his eyes showed his longing more than he wanted them to.

"She…"

But then she walked in, and his breath caught at the way her eyes instantly met his, as if she had come here solely for the purpose of finding him. And as he watched her stalk to him, her posture impeccable and confidence unwavering, not even sparing a glance to the people as they stepped out of her way the moment they spied her march up to the thrones the rulers occupied without care, he knew he was right.

She stopped only once her boots hit the first step leading up the dais where the high lord and lady sat, brows high. She bowed her head, eyes looking up at them.

"My lord, my lady. Would you mind if I steal away your general for a few moments?"

If possible, Rhysand’s brows rose even higher, glancing once at Cassian before shaking his head. "We wouldn’t mind at all."

Y/n shot Cassian a look, which promptly made him move to follow, but he also could not help but be worried.

She looks like she’s gonna cut off my balls.

The further away he moved from his brother and his high lady, the deeper in the crowd, it got harder to focus on worrying about his assets over the sound of the loud, seductive lilt of the orchestra that blared from the corner.

Once again, he felt Rhysand tap on his mental shields.

‘What?’

‘Is she your mate?’

Cassian stilled for a moment, then kept moving before he lost sight of Y/n’s back.

‘Yes.’

Rhys was silent for a moment, prompting Cassian to wonder whether he had left his mind when he spoke again.

‘Look, I will understand if you don’t want to accept the bond, but do not fuck this up. Reject her after the war is over. If she gets upset, everything will be ruined-’

‘Shut the fuck up. What makes you think I don’t want her?’

Another pause.

‘I thought if you hadn’t yet accepted the bond, you didn’t want to-’

Cassian shoved Rhysand out before he could rile him up even more, pulling his wings closer to himself as he finally escaped the throng of revellers and stepped out of the throne room.

He did not have it in himself to tell his brother that he was the reason Cassian had suppressed his urge to claim his mate right the moment the bond snapped.

He had been worried that Rhysand, despite how much he loved his family, was also the high lord, and he would do anything to keep the court safe, no matter how much he despised it. And if Y/n had accepted the bond already, there was a high chance Rhys would use her to win this war, as he already was planning to.

Cassian did not want to go against his brother, but neither did he want to let his mate be used.

Fingers snapped in Cassian’s face, making him jerk back, wide eyes scanning his surroundings, snagging on the jutting rock’s overhead, the cavernous ceiling, the scarce lighting, before finally focusing on the reason for his abrupt departure from the throne room.

She stared back at him, her arms folded across her chest.

"Are you so distracted because you don’t want to talk to me?"

He blinked, swallowing.

How would he ever tell her that she was as far from the truth as she could get.

Instead, he offered her a smirk. "No sweetheart, I was wondering which wall I would like to take you against first."

Y/n was no shadowsinger, but she was a darkbringer. That brought along night powers, faint wisps of dark sky swirling around her wings frantically that were generally utilised for hiding better as she raised an eyebrow at him, and despite her calm exterior, Cassian knew she was getting agitated by his continuous refusal to acknowledge the mating bond.

He suspected that would no longer be the case very soon if the anger also glimmering in her eyes was any indication.

Also the tiny, foreign emotions taking root in his chest that came from the other side of the bond, because no matter how hard the two tried to block the pathway connecting their souls, it was as if the mother refused to let it be shut completely.

"Cassian, I am tired."

He swallowed again. "Well, that’s nice. Maybe I can give you a massage afterwards, oils and all. Maybe a bath together-"

"Do you feel it too?"

His mouth snapped shut, and he wondered if not speaking would help him at all.

And then he caught a whiff of his scent from her skin, and that set somethin feral that had till now been bound in his chest loose.

"Why the fuck do you smell like Bastian?" He spat out the name, as if even having to move his facial muscles to speak the offending male’s name disgusted him to the core.

Which it did.

Y/n blinked, her brows raising. "Are you serious right now? I just asked you a question and you respond like a typical animalistic illyrian." She shook his head, and the smile that lifted the edges of her lips sent cold fingers skittering down Cassian’s spine, knowing he had messed up. "But you did answer me, didn’t you? Even if indirectly. Pathetic."

Y/n turned away from him, her wings splaying out in a furious stretch before wrapping back tightly against her back.

"Wait, Y/n."

She paused, glancing back at him, incredulous tilt to her lips as she surveyed him. "I have been waiting for quite a long time now, Cassian."

He sighed, raking a hand through his hair as he released a frustrated exhale. "I know that Y/n, but I was doing it to keep you safe."

She barked out a harsh laugh. "Keep me safe?"

He nodded. "I didn’t want you to get caught in between Keir and Rhysand. And you know you would have if they’d realised what we shared sooner."

She was no longer grinning at him, the mocking expression having long melted off of her beautiful features. "And you could not have handled it better?" She took a step towards him, and despite her menacing shadows swirling around her, Cassian relaxed, happy she would stay for a few precious moments longer, even if it was just to yell at him.

"Cassian, I know you can feel my emotions too. You know how badly I wanted to talk to you and figure this out. You really could not have come to me and told me that we’d have to keep the bond under wraps instead of flirting with me and then leaving me waiting for you?"

Cassian dipped his head, shame burning through him. He had nothing to say, knowing she was right and nothing he uttered could possibly justify his actions.

If he really wanted to keep her safe, he would have left her alone. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. This was his mate. And he would have damned himself and everyone around him if he had to ignore his mate.

"Y/n, I- I’m sorry. I know I have wronged you, making you feel like I do not care, but please, give me one chance?"

Cassian watched as her eyes softened the tiniest bit, her shoulders slumping.

"Just tell me why you kept me hanging."

He nodded, rubbing his eyes. "I was scared Rhys would try to use you, and I did not want you to think that I only… accepted the bond to get closer to you."

She stared at him, then dipped her head. "I guess that makes sense."

He watched her, uncertain. "I… does it?"

She shook her head, a smile slipping onto her lips. "I am still mad at you, so don’t go getting too happy. I am not letting you off easy, but…"

"But?" He pressed.

"I guess it’s for the best that we don't do anything now because I need to focus on the darkbringers and make sure they are trained. I’m sure you also have duties, whatever it is you do."

Cassian blinked. He could not believe she was being so gracious. He had thought she would be angrier.

"So… does that mean there is a chance I will be forgiven?"

She snorted, turning away. "One chance, a lot of grovelling. And maybe I will consider it."

She walked away, hips swaying lightly, but then paused, head turning to look at him.

"For the record, I’m sure these walls would be pretty uncomfortable against my back."

And then she was gone.

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[kenslilove]

᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ Who’s Little Sister?!

preview. Draken swears he doesn’t only go for little sisters. But when you, Takemichi’s younger sister, walks into his shop….

ft. Ken “Draken” Ryuuguji x fem!reader

wc. 6.5k 🤡😅

W. NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI! bimbo reader, age gap (draken is late 20’s workin at the bike shop, you’re in early 20’s in collage) fem reader, corruption, dubcon (reader is intoxicated when they consent), virgin killer draken, oral (f!receiving), cream pie, a lil after care, praise and lots of it, drakens a scumbag but in a hot way🤪🤤 he comes around though, I promise 🤭

an. Hiiii pookies <33 this is a repost from my old account, but I’m reposting it here because I’m bringing this series back to life. This fic as well as part 2 hold such a special place in my heart, and now that my inspo is back and I’m ready to add to this little story, I hope you guys can join me on the ride hehe <33 I hope you enjoy! I love Kenny 💖 reblogs, comment, and constructive feedback are always welcome 🫶

“Draken, you have a thing for little sisters.”

“I do not.”

The look on everyone’s faces begs to differ.

First, it was Emma, and although the relationship didn’t work out between the two, she was still Mikey’s little sister.

“Can’t believe I ever let you near my sister, sister fucker.” Mikey mumbles into the lip of his beer, making the rest of the boys laugh out loud.

“Wait— who’s sister is he going for now?”

Takemichi’s comment had them all silencing instantly, eyes going to him as if he just asked the stupidest question on earth. Draken tried to use Takemichi’s idiocy to his advantage, waving away the conversation with a hand.

“No one—“

“Yours, obviously Takemichi.” Mitsuya blurted, much to Draken’s distaste, who dropped his forehead against the table with a groan.

“What?!”

Draken believed it wasn’t his fault, truly it couldn’t be. After the fallout with Emma, he swore to himself that the girls he went for would strictly be disconnected from his found family. Things were going well for him, so many beautiful girls passed by his shop, he even went on a date with a handful of them.

But he seemed to forget all of them when you walked into his shop.

There you were, bright-eyed, little miniskirt, lips pulled into the cutest pout he had ever seen. He was taken back when you finally met his gaze, pretty eyes widening a bit as you gasped.

“Ah! Found the right place! You’re Draken-Kun, right?”

The honorific had his heart racing, making him internally swear at himself from getting so excited just from something so simple.

“Uh yeah, that’s me.”

“Nii-chan said he’d be here, was supposed to meet him at ‘Draken-Kun’s shop’ buuuut—“ there was that cute pout again. “I don’t see him!”

He swallowed down a lump that seemed to block all his words. Why was his throat so dry? Why were you blinking up at him so perfectly?

“Uh— yeah, this is my shop but, who’s— who’s your brother?”

“Oh! Michi! Takemichi!” Your smile got even brighter when you said his name. Blinding almost.

Draken really hated the fact that it made his cock twitch.

“Fuck.” He murmured, bringing a hand up to rub the furrow from his brows. You tilted your head in confusion, reaching out and giving one of his biceps a squeeze.

“What was that, Draken-Kun?”

You sounded so concerned, so sorry for someone you didn’t even know. Draken quickly shook you off, before the simple touch of your soft palm made his cock harder than it already was. “No, nothing, it’s nothing. He’s— he’s upstairs.”

“Thank you~!” Sweet as sugar, you basically skipped towards the staircase, a hum in your voice when you called out to Takemichi.

And Draken watched until you disappeared. He watched the sway of your hips, watched your cute little heels clack up the stairs, and he certainly watched the way the swell of your ass became visible when you reached a certain step, along with an outline of lacy panties that were meant to stay hidden.

Fuuuuuuck—

Draken left the boys earlier than usual, hands buried deep in his pockets and a scowl on his face. Takemichi’s angry face was stuck in his head, along with his bitching that only made the boys tease him harder.

“You better not fuck my sister Draken! She’s too sweet for you bro!”

“Whatever—“ Draken mumbled to himself, his breath leaving him in a puff of air due to the cold that surrounded him. He was heading back to his apartment, wanting to slip into bed and hope that the boys would get so hammered tonight they’d forget everything discussed.

When his phone started to buzz he groaned again, ready to tell Mikey no he wasn’t coming back and to fuck off. What he wasn’t expecting to see was your contact name on his screen.

He really should have just let it go to voicemail, in fact, he should delete your number period. But, he picked it up on the very last ring, bringing the phone to his ear with hesitation.

“Hello?”

“D-Draken!!” You were whining— voice a bit slurred and muffled. Was there music in the background? Draken couldn’t really tell. He held his fingers to his other ear in an attempt to hear you better as you started to ramble.

“Can’t— I can’t hear you,” Draken said, trying his best to keep the annoyance from his tone as.. wait, were you crying?

“I-I’m at a stupid party dra! A-and Michi won’t answer his phone b-but I wanna go home! T-There’s this boy here a-and he won’t leave me alone and I-I’m too drunk—“

Draken felt himself tense up at the mention of some boy.

“Slow down…” He sounded calmer now, his apartment coming into view. “Send me your address, I’ll come to get you.”

“P-Please Draken, don’t wanna be here anymore, wanna go.”

It was the way you whined so desperately, so pretty. Draken knew this was bad, knew you didn’t even try to call him first.

But you still called him. Still trusted him enough.

“I’ll get you, sweetheart.” He was swearing at himself for the pet name that left his mouth without permission, but when you made the cutest little hum on the other end of the phone he quickly forgot his worries. “Send me the address right now while you’re on the phone. Do ya know how?”

He was already in the parking garage as your location pinged on his phone. He easily spotted his bike, hopping on as you continued to blubber into the phone.

“C-come now, promise you’ll come now dra—“

“I’m coming, promise. Stay where you are.”

He hung up and sped out of the garage before his right mind could catch up.

The address was some grungy trap house. The smell of cheap liquor and sex seemed to waft from the door as piles of drunk university kids spilled free. He waited until he saw you, finally, heels in hand and bare feet stepping into the damp grass to get to him.

He bit the inside of his cheek. You looked drunk, mascara already ran down your cheeks and little sniffles left you as you approached the bike. He tried to keep his eyes off the low cut of your tank top, but it was hard when you flung yourself at him, clinging to his waist with that pretty whine he loved hearing so much.

“D-Draaaaa~!” You carried the ‘A’, pressing your damp cheeks into the leather of his jacket, along with pressing your chest into his side. He brought his hand to your back, eyes rolling as he went to pat it.

Only to feel that you weren’t wearing a bra.

Keep it together, Ken.

“Get on, c'mon you’re gonna catch a cold.” He was quick to throw his jacket over you, slipping you in front of him cause honestly, he didn’t trust you to hold on tight enough to him in your drunk state.

So he had you sitting in front of him. He instructed you to put your hands on the handle bras, sensing your hesitation as you continued to sniffle and whimper. He pressed his chest into your back, lips close to your ear.

“It’s alright, I won’t let anything happen to you. Put 'em down.” He felt the way you shivered, and he hated the way it made him smirk. When you finally planted your hands down he placed his much larger hands over yours. They completely engulfed your palms, and he hoped that the little whine you let out now was because of that.

He reeved off quickly, trying to slow himself down but unable to control himself as he sped off towards his place with you in tow.

He ended up carrying you up the stairs to his apartment. He had originally tried to work your heels back on, but you were very much against that, sending him your best pout along with a little “nuh-uh! Don’t wanna!” And since he didn’t want you stepping on anything nasty he settled for picking you up instead.

You were on his back, arms slung over his shoulder as you babbled nonsense in his ear. Something about how you drank too much tequila and ‘but how can you say no to free shots?’ Draken just shook his head, gripping one of your thighs a bit tighter as he worked his apartment door open.

“Easy.” He spoke as he placed you on the ground. You giggled when your legs wobbled, quick to grip onto Draken’s arm yet again as you finally let your heels tumble to the ground.

“Takemichi would kill you if he knew you were this drunk,” Draken stated, trying to keep the amusement from his voice as you used the wall to help yourself towards the couch. You looked back at Draken and stuck your lip out in a pout, before sticking your tongue out.

“Michi isn’t my daddy, I do what I want~!”

Draken almost choked on his spit. Did you really have to talk like that— say that in the cutest little voice? He was grateful when you started your trek to the couch again, so he could fix the bulge that started to form in his joggers.

“Oh, yea? Well, you shouldn’t, you can barely stand. And who was this guy feeding you shots?” Just the thought of some loser college boy trying to get you drunk, preying on you, made his brows twitch, knuckles tensing as he made his way to meet you on the couch.

“Ugh, just some loser. Claims he’s in a gang dra, just like you and Michi used to— but he’s no bad boy, no no he’s a creep~!”

“Yea?” Draken just chuckled coldly, fetching you a water bottle from the fridge. “Must be a real classy group of delinquents if they’re targeting girls like that—“

His voice got caught again when he finally saw you on his couch.

You had worked his jacket off you, sprawled yourself out on the cushions without a care in the world. The little tube skirt you were wearing was hiked up dangerously high, leaving little to the imagination as you turned your face away from the cushions, looking up at Draken.

And you had the audacity to giggle, “You’re couch s’comfy dra~”

one of your legs threatened to topple right off the couch, but if that happened, well it would certainly make the wimpy material hike all the way up.

Draken caught your knee before it had the chance, only making you giggle more. His heart was pounding against his rib cage, blood pumping dangerously fast to his crotch as he shot you a disappointed look.

“Be careful.” He gritted out through clenched teeth, and when you looked at him, eyes wide and glossy…

Draken had to have more willpower than this, didn’t he?

“D-Don’t be mean t’me” You were whining again, rolling over and pressing your face into the couch. Your leg slipped from his touch, and he thought maybe he’d be in the clear now.

But when you curled up, the skirt he put too much faith in hiked up, letting the swell of your ass free. Draken wanted to turn away, or at least throw a pillow at you, but he couldn’t seem to rip his eyes away from your pretty, soft skin.

You were still mumbling, something about him bossing you around. But Draken finally shook himself from the dangerous trance he was in, clicking his tongue and grabbing at your shoulder.

“Up, cmon, you’re going to sleep.”

“Don’t wanna.” You spoke, voice nothing bratty as you tried to slip from his grasp. Draken wasn’t having any of it, not when he was only seconds from snapping.

“Too bad. Get up. You need water and sleep.”

“Nooo~!” You looked back at him, perfect lips pouting and this cute sense of defiance in your gaze that still swam with unclarity.

Draken wasn’t sure what it was that finally made him snap. Maybe it was the way you looked at him, maybe it was the brattiness that he knew he could work outta you, maybe it was how your ass now pressed into his thighs.

But whatever it was, it didn't matter. He was pressing his lips to yours, swallowing the little shocked gasp you pushed against his lips. He only pulled away when his lips began to pulse, a shaking breath puffing out against your trembling lower lip.

He kept his eyes glued to yours as his thumb swiped at the drool that lingered on your lip, another click leaving his tongue.

“Messy…” he murmured, more to himself than to you as you batted your lashes up at him, leaned into his touch as if on instinct.

Draken shoulda stopped. This would be the perfect time to back off, let you sleep off the alcohol on his couch and call Takemichi in the morning. Hell, you’re so drunk you probably wouldn’t even remember this little kiss.

But then you spoke.

“D-Dra.. y-your lips are reaaaal soft.”

“Fuck.” He swore for real this time, ignoring any sense as he pressed his lips to yours once again. It was so cute how hesitant you were, fingers trembling softly as they ran through his black ponytail. He had no problem slipping his hands beneath you, easing you up and into his lap.

“Fuck.” He mumbled it into your open mouth this time, feeling your warm little cunt pressing into his crotch. The panties you wore did little to conceal your sex, and it didn’t help that you were squirming in his lap, hips twitching into him and nails digging along his shoulders.

He had to pull back again, his palms planted firmly on your hips to keep you still. “Can’t— fuck. You can’t squirm like that baby.” He hated how desperate he already sounded, voice going down an octave and raspier than usual.

You bit the tip of your nail, face heating up along with the rest of your body as you slowly raised your gaze to meet Draken’s. “C-Can’t help it, I’ve never—“

Draken brows shot up, panic flooding his system. He did not want to hear you say you’d never kiss a guy before.

“Never sat in someone’s lap like this…” The relief washed over him, making his shoulders slump again. There was this swelling feeling in his chest, one that he didn’t exactly love, but he couldn’t stop it from coming.

It was the same feeling he got when he took Emma’s virginity.

“Oh, yea…? What else haven’t you done?” He was curious now, big hands rubbing reassuring circles into your hips. The skirt you were wearing before was useless now, bunched up at your hips and showing off the cute panties you wore. He tried not to stare as you tried to stutter out your words.

But Draken knew now, he was much weaker than he originally thought.

“I-I’ve kissed a guy! Obviously!! B-But…” There you were, pouting again. But the more Draken massaged at your hips, the more your whines started to sound like meek little mewls. “I-I just— I haven’t really done anything other than like.. touching I guess..”

He really hoped that you didn’t feel his cock twitching right under you.

Draken hummed in acknowledgement, bringing his face close to yours as soon as you looked down into your lap. “Just touching, yea? Have you ever held a dick before, sweetheart?”

“N-no!” He shouldn’t be teasing you like this, but he couldn’t help himself. His question just made you squirm again, and he enjoyed the friction just a little longer than he should have before he was gripping your hips again, giving you a more stern glance.

“I said, no squirming…” The corner of his lip twitched as you whimpered at him, eyes getting glassy all over again.

“M’sorry…” you spoke back through pouting lips, still having trouble meeting his gaze as your fiddled with the collar of his shirt.

Draken knew what he was doing was wrong, could hear the voices of his buddies taunting and teasing, claiming just how right they were about him. But being this close to you, seeing just how badly you wanted to hump against him, even if you were drunk.

How the hell was he supposed to let this opportunity go?

“Well… I don’t wanna spook you, angel. If ya haven’t done anything, I’ll just put you to bed, alright—“

“N-no!” Hook, line, and sinker.

“No?” Draken mused, his hands finally pulling you just a bit closer, his fingertips teasing over the flesh of your ass. You shook your head, clinging onto him a bit tighter.

“N-No I— I want…” your words trailed off, your own nerves getting the better of you.

Cute. It was so cute how words could get you flustered when you were already sitting in his lap, skirt pulled up and nothing but a little pair of panties keeping you away from him.

“Cmon. Use your words baby, what do you want.” He spoke to you with that same level of authority, watching the way your eyes slowly made their back up to his own.

“I-I want you to.. to teach me.”

He was smirking now, smug as ever. But it didn’t matter.

He had you right where he wanted you.

His lips were back on yours before you could continue to stutter, but this time he was lifting you up. He gripped your ass, urging your legs to cling to his waist as he carried you towards the bedroom.

Draken placed you onto the mattress with ease, working himself between your thighs that already opened up to welcome him. He was pleased to see that when he pulled away from the kiss this time you were panting, lips a little swollen and chest heaving as you looked up at him.

Already so curious, so desperate for whatever he was willing to offer you.

“I’ll teach you, baby.” Draken was speaking into your skin, planting kisses along your cheeks, down the column of your neck. He felt your pulses with his lips, the steady beat only picking up in pace when he looked up at you through hooded eyes. “But, you have to listen, you’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?”

He already knew your answer, but he wanted to hear you say it.

“Y-Yes, I’ll be a good girl Dra…” you managed to whimper, voice slipping into a whine when his lips pushed over the flimsy strap of your tank top, dragging it down over your shoulder.

“Ken.” He laughed when you gave him this confused look. So naive, so very dumb.

But so very willing.

“Want you to call me Ken, can ya do that baby?”

When you realized what he was asking you let out a little “oh” and a nod, which pleased him to no end. His hand dragged your other strap down, leaving just a few inches left of coverage over your chest. It was the perfect place for him to pause, look you over just once more.

“Ask one more time for me baby, nice and pretty now.” This was his way of getting you to beg, and boy did you play into his hand so easily.

“P-Please Ken, please teach me, please—“

His will had broken long ago, the sweet sounds of your pleas, the tears that made your lashes clump. All of it had broken him down long before. His lips were back on your chest, one rough hand finally freeing your breasts from the confines of the little tank top you wore. He groaned as he squeezed each mound in his palms, the gasp you let put making his head feel light.

“Such pretty tits….” He murmured, his eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of your pretty nipples, which quickly peddled up as he smoothed his thumb over the bud. He poked his tongue out, curiosity getting the best of him as he swiped the wet muscle over your left nipple.

“O-Oh!--” Cute. He wanted to hear that little squeak on repeat, wrapping his lips around your nipple while he continued to massage the other. Your fingers quickly clung to his black hair, running through the soft locks before pulling him flush to your skin.

“F-Feels good Ken! Mhm! So good– I– want!!” Your words tumbled off your tongue mindlessly, mewls and whimpers getting pushed out as Draken released you with a pop. He licked his lips at your swollen bud, admiring the little indents his teeth had made before your tug on his hair snapped him back to reality.

“Watch it.” He warned, squeezing your breast hard enough to make you whimper. “Lemme take my time with you, Angel.”

“B-But–” You didn’t even know what you were pleading for, brain foggy as Drken moved on from your tits, large hands travelling to the hem of your skirt. The skirt was pulled from your legs with a few simple tugs, leaving you in nothing but a pair of dainty panties.

A pair that had a wet patch just waiting to be removed.

“You’re so cute…” Draken breathed out, his hands smoothing over your tummy, big enough to almost engulf your waist. Each touch of his fingertips on your skin left a tingling sensation, skin ablaze as you whimpered at him again, hips bucking off the mattress as he cupped your cunt.

“Please Ken…” You were gripping the sheets as he fiddled with the hem of your panties. Hooking his index finger under the material only to let it snap back against your sensitive skin. You could have cried from that, reaching for him.

Only for him to easily scoop up both wrists in one hand, pinning them back above your head. Although his eyes were nothing but stern, his lips were holding back a smirk, showing just how amused he was with how needy you became so quickly.

Although you didn’t notice, how could you when your only thought was him, his hands, his everything?

“Keep your hands up here, understood?” When he got a little whine and a nod he hummed in approval, pressing a feather-light kiss to your nipple. “Gunna teach ya how to feel good, but you can’t get in my way–”

“M’sorry, sorry Ken, won’t, please–” He let you babble on about apologize, easing your thighs open a little further. Once your fingers curled into the sheets above your head again he let go of your wrists, all focus drawn back to the little wet spot.

He was shameless as he pressed his nose into it, your scent instantly making him groan, pulling you closer to his face by the hips. He went as far as to nuzzle your covered pussy, pressing a kiss to where your clit was hiding under the fabric. You were trembling under his actions, each one making you whimper and whine for more.

“Smells sweet as candy, bet ya taste like it too, don’t ya?” There was a slur in his voice as his teeth took hold of the flimsy fabric, and rather than dragging it down your thigh he tore it off with one good tug.

You could have come right there, seeing the ruined pieces of your underwear dangling from his lips, the feral look in his eyes as he was finally met with the sight of your swollen pussy, covered in your own slick and making it glisten in the dim lighting.

He used two fingers to spread your lower lips apart, pupils only blowing out larger at the sight of your desperate little hole clenching at the air.

Beckoning him.

“First, you’re gonna come on my lips.” His voice was raspy, but it was enough to catch your attention, make you look at him with glossy eyes and a nod. “Gunna use my fingers too since I gotta work this pretty pussy open.”

“Kay ken, mhm… wanna feel you.” You muttered, the term pretty pussy making you flutter around nothing yet again. He just knew praise would make your brain turn off.

He licked one long stripe up your pussy, gathering the slick there. The action already had both of your groaning, a form hand on your hip keeping you pressed into the mattress as he let his tongue toy and flick at your pulsing clit.

“Oh! Yes–!” Every flick, every suck, every slurp of his tongue had you gasping, eyes squeezing out the pleasurable tears. It was like nothing you’d ever felt but you just needed more, needed to relieve that knot that was already so tight in your belly as Draken ate your pussy like it was his last meal.

You were just so sweet, just like he knew you would be, your arousal gushing onto his chin each time he kissed your clit. He knew you were wet enough by now, but he still spat a glob of saliva over your hole before slipping a finger into you.

Your mouth hung open in a little “o” as he pumped his thick finger in and out, and he couldn’t help but bite his lip at just how hard you squeezed his single finger.

Couldn’t help but think how tight you’d be when he finally bullied his cock into you.

“You’re so tight baby… gunna use another finger.” As much as he hated pulling his lips away from your pussy, he just had to see what your face looked like when he slid a second finger into you, and it did not disappoint.

You bit your already swollen lip, whimpering and attempting to buck away had it not been for the grasp on your hip. “S’too much, too much Ken–!”

“It’s just my fingers princess, you can take it…’ He was trying too hard to hold back his smirk, cooing praise as his fingers stretched out your gummy walls, in search of that one spot he knew would…

The tip of his index finally grazed the little lump, your eyes shooting open and your back arching from the sudden jolt of pleasure.

“There it is…” Draken hummed, massaging into the spot, making your body tremble. “This is your sweet spot, angel, feels so good, doesn't it?”

You nod, words lost to you as drool dribbles freely from your open mouth. It made him grin, adrenaline pumping through him as your pussy milked his fingers just like it would milk his cock… just as soon as he had a taste.

“C’mon baby girl, come f’me, yea? It’s gonna feel so good.” Draken’s words are a promise as he locks his lips back onto your clit. He’s suckling the precious bud, all the while his fingers massage your g-spot. He knows you’re overwhelmed, can tell by the way you jolt and cry.

But he needs to taste you.

You gasp as heat washes over you, the knot in your stomach snapping apart slowly. It’s the subtle graze of Draken’s teeth against your clit that sets you over, a cry of his name with a mix of slur’s spilling from your lips as you gush on his fingers.

Draken groans, you sounded so much better than he imagined coming undone. His fingers were pulled free quickly just so his lips could latch onto your cunt, lewdly slurping up your arousal even as your hips tried to desperately wiggle away.

“Fuckkkkk….” Draken groans as he finally lifts his lips from your swollen lower lips, the sight of his eyes narrowed and his chin covered in your arousal making your face heat up, embarrassment making you bring your hands over your face.

He chuckles, hovering back over you to press wet kisses along your arms. “Why are you hiding from me baby? Did so good f’me, felt good didn’t it?” His free hand petting your pussy, smearing your arousal over your skin and only further making a mess of your inner thighs.

You look at him through your fingers, slowly pulling your hands away when you catch sight of his handsome smile. You nod at him, hips bucking into his palm despite the way your clit tingles. “Mhm… felt good Ken, really good.”

“Good. Wanna feel better?” He asks, sitting up on his hunches. He grips the back of his shirt, easily pulling his shirt up and over his head, and the sight of his abs as you mewling for more. Your hands finally leave the sheets just to touch him, trembling fingertips smoothing over his abs with glossy eyes. He was so… so pretty? You had always thought so, but never acted on it, of course…

When his thumb smooths over your lip to collect the drool that leaks there you snap from your trance, his devious smirk making you whine. “You’re so cute.” He murmured, the dumb little look in your gaze only making his cock twitch harder.

So cute and so dumb, Draken was truly the luckiest man on earth tonight.

His cock was painfully hard when he finally pulled himself free, leaking a generous amount of pre that he used to slick up his length. His smirk grew when he caught you staring again, eyes wide and biting down so hard on your lower lip.

He held a hand out for you, helping you sit up a bit. He took your hand and placed your much smaller one on his cock, and the sight alone made him groan low in his throat.

Your fingers just looked so small as they wrapped around his length, your thumb rubbing along one of his veins with so much curiosity. You squeezed him and he hissed, instantly making your hand go slack around him.

“Not so tight angel.”

“M’sorry Ken…” You licked your lips, figuring out how much pressure to apply as you worked your palm up and down his shaft. Each time you almost reached the top his thick mushroom head would flush an even brighter pink, his pre dribbling from his tip and onto your fingers. Draken watches with wide eyes as you brought your hand to your lips, licking away his arousal with a pretty little sound.

Fuck.

He took hold of your hips again, lifting them so he could slide one of his pillows under your lower back. This angle had your hips sticking up a bit, your legs perched over his calves as he sat between your thighs. “Lay back” He instructed, and you didn’t pause with his instruction, laying back into his pillows while keeping your eyes glued to his cock.

“It’s gonna sting.” He warned, knowing that sting was probably an understatement as he laid his cock over your cunt, biting his lip to see that his tip almost reached your belly button.

“M’ready.” and you were, you wanted to be, your curiosity was getting the better of you, feeling his length rub over your cunt to get more slicked up, each time his tip caught your clit made you more impatient, reaching for his free hand and squeezing it tightly.

Draken positioned himself at your opening, greedy little hole sucking in his tip with minimal effort. It’s when the girth hit that you finally gasped, your rings of muscles attempting to make way for Draken’s cock. He shushed you with gentle coos squeezing your hand back and pressing warm kisses along your tear-stained face.

“Relax for me, little love…” He murmured against your skin, two fingers rubbing away at your clit. Draken was so tense and he held himself back, every muscle in his body rippling as he bullied his cock into your warm gummy walls.

“I-I–” You were stammering, chest shaking as you sucked in a breath. He had to be almost all the way in, right? When you saw only half of his cock had been pushed in you cried out a little, head shaking.

“S’not, not gonna fit~!” You sobbed, eyes watery as your legs trembled around him. He pressed a kiss to your lips this time, his finger never ceasing the slow circles on your bud to help break you open for him.

“It’ll fit sweetheart, promise, and it’s gonna feel so good… need ya to relax, can ya do that.” He looked at you,, expectantly, and who were you to say no? Not that you wanted to, considering your pussy was still milking away at what fit. You nodded, giving his hand another squeeze as reassurance.

Draken sucked in a breath of his own, and with one good jerk of his hips, his cock bullied itself all the way in, knocking up against your cervix and making you cry out for him. His fingers pinched your clit, the squeeze of your walls making his eyes roll back.

“Fuck– Jesus Christ, that’s it baby, my fucking god, you feel so good.” His own grunts drowned out your whines, which his delight soon turned to little moans as he kept working at your clit, your pussy holding him snuggly and almost refusing to let up.

It was the subtle bulge on your tummy, the outline of his cock sitting between your plush walls that really made him snap. He started thrusting, hips creating a steady pace that had his balls tapping up against your ass with each thrust. Your lips hung open in a silent cry, each pull and push of his hips making your walls squeeze even tighter. You were already too dumbed out to realize that Draken had placed the pillows beneath you because each time he was flush against you his cock head sat snuggly against your sweet spot, making your vision blur with each thrust.

“Fuck, baby, fuck. Got such a tight cunt.” He growled out through clenched teeth, the ring of arousal that already formed at the base of his cock making his own mouth water. You squeezed him like a vice, somehow tightening up even more each time he praised you, each time his fingers flicked your clit. Draken usually held pride at the fact that he could last in bed, holding out for the sake of his lovers.

But you? He just had to fill you up quick, had to see the dumb little look in your eyes when he pumped you full of cum.

Hit thrusts started to shake your whole body, breasts bouncing each time his hips smacked into your ass. His lips captured yours in a sloppy kiss, his tongue easily overpowering yours as your teeth clashed and drool fell down your chin. Your nails found purchase on his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped moons that had him groaning into your mouth.

“Milkin my cock like a good little girl, such a good girl.” He noticed your eyes rolling back, your body trembles ceasing only for a few moments as your high washes over you unexpectedly. Your vision went white when you came this time, the cry of his name making him hiss.

It was almost painful, the grip your pussy had on his cock as you gushed around him. The mess was beautiful, soaking your inner thighs and his pelvis, making a squelching sound each time he continued to pump into you.

“Fuckin came all over my cock?” he knew your answer but wanted to hear your sob out a pathetic little “yes” as he braces his arms on either side of your head. He knew better than this, knew that fucking into you this roughly, this sloppily could scare you off.

But your pussy was asking for it, leaving his cock drenched as he continued to knock up against your cervix, ground his hips so his dick massaged your g-spot. It didn’t take long for him to finish, his dick pulsing before spilling load after hot load into your walls.

You shivered at the feeling, body twitching and legs slowly loosening around him as his thrusts started to slow down. A bead of sweat fell from his brow and onto your face, making you whimper softly.

Draken was in a daze as he watched his cock slowly slip in and out of you. By the time he was all the way out, his length was covered in a shiny layer of arousal, milky and glistening. He sighed, a little flutter going off in his chest as your battered pussy clenched at nothing, pushing out a bead of his cum.

“K-Ken~” he knew he shouldn’t have pushed it back in with a finger, knew that was irresponsible and greedy of him, but the action was done before he could really think it over, his lips smoothing over yours to sooth your cries.

“M’right here babygirl. Did so good for me, m’so proud of you.” He rolled to his side, letting you cling and tremble against him as you came back down to earth. He had no problem petting your sweat-slicked hair, shushing you with little kisses. “You’re okay, such a good girl.”

If it meant you’d come back to him. And he was certain after this, you’d be crawling at his feet.

He didn’t bother leaving you, you were clinging onto him too tightly. So instead he just scooped you up, brought you to the bathroom. He was so gentle when he placed you on the toilet, and even though you were fussing about going in front of him, he was adamant about it as he washed his face.

“I can’t pee in front of you, Ken!”

“I’m not even paying attention, you need to try, it’s good for you, so you don’t get any infections.”

“What do you mean, an infection?!” He chuckled, of course, you knew nothing about that.

Once he had you calm again, face and legs clean from a washcloth he helped you slip into one of his old sweaters and a pair of boxers. You were basically sleepwalking back to his bed, mumbling something incoherent as you cuddled into his pillow.

“The bed’s all yours…” He spoke with a smirk, pressing a little kiss to your temple as he pulled the covers up to your shoulders. You were out in seconds, and Draken took your precious little snores as his cue to get up and stretch a bit, check his phone and grab water for you in case you woke up with a hangover.

It was 4 am, but what made his brows raise was the number of messages in the group chat. He clicked on it, ready for a good laugh. But instead, his stomach dropped.

Takemichi: Draken! Why is my sister at your place?!

Mitsuya: No fucking way…

Baji: Draken, you dog. 🐶

Chifuyu: How do you know she’s there?

Takemichi: I have her location! I was supposed to pick her up at some party but it says she is at Drakens !!

Takemichi: Draken I’ll beat your ass–

Baji: I’ll do it for ya buddy. 💪🏼

Mitsuya: ur done for dude

Mikey: dirty dirty kenchin ///:

Chifuyu: 💀💀

Kazutora: man strikes again 🫣

Pa-Chin: literally a sister fucker dawg

Mitsuya: ur never seeing my sisters again 🫡

Takemichi: they’re not fucking! DRAKEN YOU BETTER NOT BE FUCKING HER–

He was never gonna hear the end of it.

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[littledemondani]

hi beautiful! i’m curious if fuckboy!eddie ever gets soft........so for the writing prompts, could i request for #23 and #26 please? you could either choose between the two or do them both, your call ❤️ thank you mwa ily!!! 🫶✨

i am sooo sorry this took me a millennia to get out! i hope you enjoy it pookie 🖤

warnings: alcohol consumption, being under the influence, slight angst, fluff, fuckboy!eddie x fem!reader

prompt list

"come on, i got you," eddie whispers. his right arm is placed carefully around her waist, left hand holding onto hers. she's drunk and in no condition to be walking around on her own in 4-inch heels.

the walk back to her apartment was long, even though it was only three blocks down the road from the club they both venture on saturday nights. she kept stopping along the way, fighting with him to let her walk on her own, even begging him to take her back to the club.

eventually they made it to her place, in one piece, and eddie fiddled with the key in the doorknob. they both always had trouble with it, and eddie told himself he was gonna remind her to get it fixed whenever she's sober enough.

he led her to her bedroom and carefully put her on her bed. she immediately laid down while he searched her closet and drawers for some comfy clothes to change into. when he came back, she was on her side, eyes closed and seemingly already crashed the hell out.

"sweetheart," he whispers, gently nudging her to wake her. "you can't sleep like that. i got you some pj’s.”

she mumbles a soft "mmph" but slowly pushes herself up. he smiles at her, and kneels down to undo the straps of her heels.

she kicks her foot a bit to get him to stop. he glances up at her and has to keep from giggling. she’s got a soft pout, brows knitted together. eddie can’t help but think of how adorable she looks.

"no, i got it," she slurs.

"absolutely not," eddie takes her hand and looks her in the eyes. "let me do this, please."

she stares at him for a moment, trying to take him in even though the room, and him, keep spinning around.

"fine," she says with a huff.

he grins and continues undoing the straps on her heels. she watches him through her long lashes. her heart squeezes itself, and she doesn’t even fight the lump beginning to form in her throat. 

years of being in shitty relationships where her wellbeing didn’t matter to whoever she was with have left her unable to open up to anyone. so why is it that her fuck buddy, who is just that, and nothing else, is treating her as if she means something more.

“it’s hard to get used to…,” she thinks out loud. startling eddie by the soft sound of her voice.

“what is?” he looks at her with curiosity. he holds out his hand to help her stand so she can put her t shirt on.

“being someone that someone cares for…,” she looks up at him, the tears welling in her eyes.

eddie cradles her cheek in his palm, his thumb brushing circles on her skin. 

“you’ll always be cared for when it comes to me,” he whispers, his eyes looking deep into her own. “i promise.”

she nods, then lifts her arms to slip the shirt over her head. 

he helps her back into bed when she’s finished and strips down to his boxers before climbing under the comforter next to her. he holds her close, her words playing in his mind on repeat.

[yourheart-inmyhands]

hii silly ask anon back with another silly ask😓 (before i continue tysm for answering the last one i enjoyed it sm!!🫶🏻) how would yan!zhongli, pantalone (help me i love them) and childe react to darling going absolutely feral with rage anytime they are near😭?

like they’ll get home and be like “i’m home pookie💗” and reader will scream their head off crying and throwing stuff at them

this is so long sorry but could i be 🐚 anon?

ofc you can! the more anons the merrier :D also this is such an interesting thought because there are so many different ways for the yandere to reaction in a situation like this and it's certainly not talked about enough with the diverse types so i hope you enjoy :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including delusional behaviors, implied being held against will, force-feeding, mentions of being drugged, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Zhongli would be well prepared, readying his shield before getting within arms reach of you. It really does come in handy for your more unruly days and he appreciates its usefulness. While he doesn’t want to see you enter the mindbroken or emotionally numb state, he’s worried that he might not have any other choice but to push you to that, lest you calm down otherwise.

“Fret not dear, it’s merely food. If you flip it over again I’m afraid I’ll have to go back to spoon feeding you.” Zhongli enters the room with a plated meal for you, setting it down at your feet. His shield was already activated, the faint glow from Geo illuminating the room as you glowered up at him. Your spot on the floor, chained down for your safety and his, was not ideal but for now it was practical. Mixed with the low lighting of the room and its generally chilly temperature, Zhongli hoped to create a strong feeling of isolation, one that would slowly drive you insane. If need be though, he had other options for breaking you, he just preferred this one. It was the most humane after all.

Yandere!Pantalone would only tolerate it for so long. He can replace all the furniture and decorations in his home with less easily broken replicas until you calm down. He can sleep in bed at night while you slept in a cage built into the walls of the closet. He could eat his meals alone while you starved in another room, too busy fretting about it being poisoned, that all he could tolerate. But the screaming was something else.

No one in Zapolyarny Palace heard your screams and wails, and those who did were ordered not to pay mind to it. It was a wasted effort that had Pantalone often sitting with his head in his hands, trying to find some sort of solution. He had run across a few temporary ones, a sleeping agent from Dottore for night time, sound proof walls in his office for business hours. But nothing could help him outside though hours, like at dinner time. You were kept in a separate room strictly for feeding due to the mess you often made, while Pantalone sat alone at the empty kitchen table. The home in general looked devoid of life outside the small inhabitant of Pantalone. This was because it was supposed to be your home, but you were often too busy throwing a hissy-fit to enjoy it and Pantalone was getting really sick of your behavior.

Yandere!Childe would take it as a challenge, playfully wrestling you to pin you down so he could feed you during the day. You could kick and scream and punch all you want, he’s taken worse and won’t stop until he’s physically unable to move. The screaming doesn’t bother him either, he just thinks you need more time to adjust is all.

Another day, another miserable feeding session. You were currently pinned underneath Childe, the ginger having pinned you to the floor with your hands held tightly to your chest as he slowly fed you bites of a sandwich. Any attempts to spit them out would be met with a pout, he had worked hard to make it for you ya know, and any attempts to not eat would be met with a quick pinch of your nose to force you to open your mouth. The worst part was possibly how normal Childe acted about the whole thing, chatting amicably to you about his day as he shoved bits of food down your throat. One time you had kept spitting food at him and in response he covered your mouth with his hand to prevent you from continuing the childish act. You had bit down as hard as you physically could on the male's palm just for him to not flinch and continue his silly little stories like nothing had happened. Being stuck with this guy was hopeless for you.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Heyo! ( not me having to look up eastern time cause I'm not in that ) (((if I sent this at the wrong time just ignore I'm so sorry)))

Okie (also sorry if I don't format this completely correctly) May I request Sebek with the prompt rainy night? (Romantic please, and for emojis maybe 🍁✨️, and if possible fluff) and for backup characters ummm Vil with prompt 1 and Epel with prompt 7.

Gosh I hope I did that right. Anyways thank you Dove! I hope that you have a great rest of your day. Also, make sure to be taking breaks and time for yourself! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 Thank you! 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Rainy Night; Sebek Zigvolt

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, established relationship

Word Count; 700+

Author's Note; No need to worry, everything looks great, Faye! I completely forgot about the emojis, but I tried my best to fit them in. Enjoy some Becky content! WOE, CROCODILE BE UPON THEE!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

So much for a perfect seaside getaway, but Sebek could not account for a freak storm, so the two of you were stuck inside for the night, and reservations at the restaurant were cancelled due to the downpour. So, he was in a bit of a sour mood, hanging above him much like the dark storm clouds in the sky. Yet you weren’t in such a dire mood, and that helped take his mind off of things… somewhat.

“Aren’t you upset that our reservation was cancelled,” he huffed, turning his glare to the storm outside which seemed to mock him, slapping large leaves against the glass, which was like the storm slapping him in the face. “You were looking forward to it more than me.”

You looked over your shoulder, taking in the rare sight of Sebek in comfy clothes. To be fair the only reason he was wearing the fluffy pyjama pants and a white tank top was because you had gifted them to him. Even though it was something as simple as sleep clothes, Sebek treasured them.

“We can always go another night, sweetie,” you hummed, “besides, I would rather eat your cooking any night.” 

Sebek grumbled but didn’t argue with you, knowing full well that you would just shower him with sweet yet incredibly embarrassing praise for what he deemed as mediocre cooking at best. To be fair, you did call him your ‘pookie-bear’ in front of Malleus and Lilia — yeah, he nearly died that day, and Silver brings it up every now and then. 

“Besides,” you blew off the dust from a book, “I would rather read with you!” 

So that’s what you were searching for? A book? Sebek raised an eyebrow. You would rather read a book with him? And Sebek felt his face heating up. The two of you had been together for quite some time now, but Sebek always went warm when you did something simple, small, yet sweet. Those would leave him more pink and more warm than any grand gesture, because they weren’t planned. They were just something you naturally did, and that flustered him like nothing else.

Sebek cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. “And what has caught your attention, love?” Even with his terms of endearment, he was formal, respectful.

You waddled over, and showed him the cover. “Crocodile Knight!” 

“A children’s picture book?” Sebek hadn’t seen that book since he was a kid, and it did bring back some fond memories for him, but he still wondered why you looked so excited.

“Mhm!” You plopped next to Sebek on the couch, worming yourself next to his side until you were practically trying to merge with him. “Plus you’re my knight, and a crocodile, seems fitting! So, can you read it to me? Pretty pleaseeeeeee? My big, strong, scaly, knight?”

Sebek felt himself grow warm in the face and knew his ears must have been glowing from your giggling. He knew that he should have saved showing you the itty bitty scales that he had until later, but you had insisted on seeing them. “I-I guess I can read you a bit,” he surrendered, knowing that you would win this one.

He started reading, his voice steady and strong, only wavering when he felt you shift beside him. But he stopped reading when he felt your head rest against his shoulder. Glancing at you from the corner of his eye, he made direct eye contact with you; you were looking at him and not the book.

“I thought you wanted me to read this to you,” Sebek restrained himself from letting his loud nature win, making his voice crack a bit. “But you’re looking at me instead of the book?!”

You sighed, and placed a kiss to his jaw, which made him get quiet real fast. “Because you’re my crocodile knight, my beautiful crocodile knight,” you murmured.

Sebek closed the book, putting a bookmark in place so the two of you could revisit it at a later time. There was no chance that he could focus on reading when you were looking at him with hearts in your eyes.

So, instead, the two of you got into a comfortable cuddling position, got cozy under some blankets, and fell asleep in each other’s arms with the sound of rain and thunder aiding you to sleep.

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Tags; @xxoomiii @twistwonderlanddevotee @savanaclaw1996 @ryker-writes [come get ur mans]

[obsessive-clown]

Yan Nanami getting a love confession from person he's stalking n it was an unexpected turn for him⁉️

HI POOKIE!! Omg this is so silly I love this idea… I’d like to apologize first over how LONG I TOOK TO GET TO WORK ON THIS AND OTHERS… But there’s no time like now and sleep deprivation :,)

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How would Yan!Nanami react to getting a confession note - (sfw)

♡ A love confession? First of all, he’s bewildered. Truly, he has no interest in anyone, not unless it’s you! His darling! His one and only! His ride or die! Well you didn’t know this yet, but he was sure in due time you would get accustomed to it…

♡ When he settles himself though, and realizes it’s from you… In your hand writing, it smells like you, folded and decorated exactly how you would have done it… So cautiously and with care, as if you were scared to mess it up but also nervous to even turn it in to his desk — He’s over the moon.

♡ However… It baffles him — First of all, you were the subject of his obsession. And it was something extremely new to him, after all, Kento was a very professional man and he certainly wasn’t the type to spill his emotions at his work place and certainly not in public. But this? Oh he’s gushing over every word you wrote, every scribble, every line that you made out of worry that it wasn’t worded right… You had wrote it several times after all, finally settling for whatever you wrote on the last piece of paper you had.

♡ Secondly came the doubt and the suspicion — Had someone put you up to this? Made you do it as some sort of sick joke? Or did you just want to play with his heart and pull at the strings as if he were some sort of puppet and you were his puppeteer? It clawed at the back of his mind and he hated it— It made him think of you far more than he was before. But when some sort of reason came to him, he just knew you couldn’t do something like that, you were perfect in his eyes.

♡ In all honestly, it takes Kento quite some time to muster up the courage to come to you regarding the confession. Sure, he was very straightforward, he could be bold, blunt and emotionless… It was just that he couldn’t keep that when it came to you, you made him feel things he couldn’t explain.

♡ When he does finally come to you about it… Note in hand… He’s asking you if you meant what you wrote and if it was truly addressed to him. He even came prepared too, a bouquet of your favorite flowers — that you never mentioned to him or in the workplace — and that damned half smile that just made him look so innocent and charming. He’s not even asking you about the confession anymore when you confirm, he’s asking to take you out that night. Anywhere you want to go— Any time. Work didn’t really matter to him as much as you did. And any chance he was given that involved being around you or spending time with you, he would take in an instant. Anything for his darling. Anything for you. You were his now after all.

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I hope you could enjoy it, and I apologize again for how LONG it took me to get to it, I’m trying to get through all my drafts while I have the time (and have the energy from sleep deprivation)… I was very happy to work on it and I hope you were happy to (finally be able to) read it and receive it. 🫶

[strxwberry-milku]

Ass so fat i can make it fatter…

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 🎀: Jey Uso x Fem!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠🍰 : Suggestive language, use of the n word , 18+

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 🎀: 786

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 🍰: Jey walks into the bedroom and sees your ass in the air and decides to take measures into his own hands

Jey was supposed to be home by now seeing as though he texted you saying he would be back at around 5:00 pm and it was already pushing 7:30 pm . You decided to call and see where he at .

You held the phone against you ears for a couple of seconds “ Sorry , but the person your trying to call is unavailable . Leave a message after the beep ” kissing your teeth you got up of of the sofa and turned the tv of .

“ If that nigga ain’t answering and out for that long then he must know he can stay where tf he at ” Mugging you walked up your marble stairs and entered your shared bedroom.

Changing into a one piece onesie and your bonnet you bounced on your king sized bed moaning at the softness of your sheets “ Damn this bed feel good , if only this big headed man was here to cuddle me ”You crossed your arms and pouted as you began to miss your pookie .

“ Lemme try and call him one more time ” you mumbled , staring at the wall you waited. “ YO BAE ! sorry i couldn’t get back to you sooner but Roman wanted to do a meeting , anyways i’m on my way home with some chipotle for you my love ” a boisterous voice echoed from the phone . Smiling you answered the phone . “ HEY BABYY ! ” you hummed out but then realised that you were mad at him and mugged the phone hanging up the phone on him .

Smiling proudly you said “ That’ll teach him to get his ass back home on time ” . Rolling over you pulled the sheets over you and fell asleep.

The door slammed shut as your baby came through the door , placing his keys in the key bowl . “ Baby where you at ? ” Jey shouted as he took of his shoes placing it on the shoe rack and began to venture around the house in search for you .

Walking up the stairs he could hear the sound of shuffling and music coming from your shared bedroom. “ Baby ? is that you ? ” he asked as he walked closer , he could here giggling which kinda creeped him out as he thought about all the horror movies he watched with creepy girls giggling.

Turning to his left was a broom you left upstairs due to you sweeping out upstairs . Picking it up in one hand and the other hand on the door handle he muttered a small “ fuck it ” and barged through the door . Swinging the broom around the room like some sort of ninja he stopped when he heard even louder giggling in front of him .

Opening his eyes he sees your ass in the air and your back arched to the heavens . “ HAHAHA , b-baby what tf is you doing boi ? , you tryna be a new member of ghost busters now ? ” you said in between laughing , which almost made you loose balance.

blinking a couple times he raised his fingers questionably and asked “ So wait , you ain’t a ghost ? ”. “ Boi if i was a ghost i wouldn’t even pick you to torment cause you stupid asf ” calming down from laughing you shook your ass in the air , a sly smile forming on your face you said “ Even if i was a ghost , you ever seen one with they back arched ? no ?… exactly. So come over here and gimme that dick , i’ve been waiting for to long ”

Quickly forgetting about why he was so scared he hastily yanked of his top and unbuttoned his pants. “ So we on that type of time ? Ight bet watch me put on a freddy krueger outfit on next time we have sex ”.

You let out a little giggle and didn’t pay him any mind , but if there’s one thing you love about your man ; it’s the way he can lighten up the mood .

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙀𝙉𝘿

Bye my babies 🫶🏾 , i hoped you enjoyed this one. This goofy asf can’t lie

p.s sorry for the shit grammar

[baileypie-writes]

Ahh please do fluff alphabet with velvet 😭🫶

A/N ~ I gotchu pookie🫶. Hope you enjoy!

~Velvet Fluff Alphabet~

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Reader: Gender Neutral

Relationship: Romantic

Warnings: Mentions of Reader and Velvet fighting(not physical)

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A - Activities(What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

Velvet loves going shopping with you and being at her concerts with you. She spends a lot of her time with you, as you’re pretty much the only person she doesn’t find unbearable.

B - Beauty(What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?)

She loves your arms. She likes to hold onto one of them when you’re out. And of course, you hug her with them. If you have big, muscular arms, she loves them ten times more.

C - Comfort(How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?)

I’m gonna be honest, Velvet is not good at comforting people. So when you’re down, she has no idea what to do. So she just keeps you company, not saying a word. She might initiate cuddles if she’s feeling bold enough.

D - Dreams(How do they picture their future with their s/o?)

The only future she thinks about is her being the biggest pop star. But of course, it wouldn’t be as fun without you, so you’re definitely in that dream.

E - Equal(Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

She’s definitely the dominant one. If not naturally, she makes it happen. She likes bossing people around and being in charge. So it doesn’t matter if you’re passive or not, she wears the pants in the relationship.

F - Fight(Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?)

Hoo boy. Y’all’s fights can get pretty heated. Velvet is very bratty and can be very mean, so that results in some quarrels.

Once the fight is over, she will not be the one to apologize. It doesn’t matter if she’s over it or not, she doesn’t want to give in.

G - Gratitude(How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

Velvet doesn’t think about the things you do for her very often, so I wouldn’t say she acts grateful most of the time.

On occasion, she does realize your love and care. She realizes that she is lucky to have you. Though, she keeps those thought to herself.

H - Honesty(Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

Besides the whole troll thing, she doesn’t really have any secrets. So that’s the only thing she’s hiding from you. And that won’t be something you’ll know unless Velvet really trusts you, or you find out on your own.

But other than that, she’s not really that secretive.

I - Inspiration(Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)

(This is if you’re dating her after she went to prison)

After meeting you, she’ll slowly but surely learn to work for the things she wants. Seeing you have natural talent in your hobbies inspires her to want the same thing. It takes a long time, but she’ll get better.

If you can convince her to start taking voice lessons and to practice, she’ll realize that it’s more rewarding when her skill is the result of hard work.

(This is just a possibility. This girl may actually be unredeemable)

J - Jealousy(Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

Velvet gets jealous very easily. She even hates it when you talk to her brother for too long. She gets very grumpy, and tries to turn your attention to her instead.

K - Kiss(Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?)

She’s a good kisser. Her kisses are very passionate.

Your first kiss happened when you brought her home from a date. She felt bold, and gave you a kiss goodbye. Then she went inside, shutting the door and left you alone with your shock.

L - Love Confession(How would they confess to their s/o?)

I don’t think she would confess first, but for this, let’s say she did.

I think she’d ask you out pretty casually, trying to seem calm and cool. When in reality, she’s nervous and flustered.

M - Marriage(Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?)

Velvet doesn’t really think about marriage. She’d be happy to marry you, but it isn’t her main dream. If she proposes to you first, she’d make it a big thing. She’d maybe do it at one of her concerts(if she shows you’d be okay with it). The ring would be very pretty and flashy.

N - Nicknames(What do they call their s/o?)

She mostly just calls you by your name, babe, or if she’s feeling flirty, she’ll call you cutie.

O - On Cloud Nine(What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

She talks about you a lot. Even if the conversation has nothing to do with you, she somehow always shifts the subject. Because of this, it’s pretty obvious to others that she really loves you.

P - PDA(Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?)

Velvet’s pretty into PDA. She likes holding onto your arm when you’re out walking in public. She also gives you lots of cheek kisses, leaving lipstick marks. She’s not shy when others are watching. In fact, she likes the idea of everyone knowing that you’re taken.

And continuing from the last headcanon, she brags about you a lot. She’s always talking about how fun and cool you are.

Q - Quirk(Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship)

You’ll never have to worry about money when you’re dating Velvet. She has a lot of money, and she likes showing it off by buying pretty much everything for you. If you’re worried about your college tuition, she’s got you.

R - Romance(How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?)

Velvet’s not super romantic. She has her sweet moments, but she thinks doing the cliché romantic things is too cheesy. So when she does decide to be romantic, she gets creative with it.

S - Support(Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?)

Of course she supports you. She achieved her dream(even if her methods were kinda… evil), so why shouldn’t you? She offers ways to help you that don’t include you to put in any effort. But if you want to do it the long way, she’s fine with it.

If anyone tries to convince you to give up or that you can’t do it, she makes sure that you don’t believe them. She doesn’t want anyone telling you what you can and can’t do.

T - Thrill(Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?)

Velvet’s kind of in between. She likes a routine, but the occasional new thing is also good.

U - Understanding(How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

She knows everything about you. All your interests, hobbies, likes and dislikes. However, she’s not a very empathetic person. She doesn’t like discussing emotions, but when it comes to you, she’ll listen. She probably won’t share your same feelings, but she’ll hear you out.

V - Value(How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

While she hates having to acknowledge the fact, you are her everything. She thought she had everything she could ever want in life, but once you came into it, she can’t imagine life without you. Money wouldn’t be the same if she couldn’t spend it with or on you anymore. And the crowd in her performances would seem empty if you weren’t there.

(This may be ooc, but whatever)

W - Wild Card(A random Fluff Headcanon)

She lives for matching with you. Matching outfits, profile pictures, nails, anything. She sometimes picked out your outfits ahead of time so it can match hers.

X - XOXO(Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

In public she only does simple things like holding your hand, or kissing your cheek. Mostly just for the sake of showing your relationship off. But Velvet is much more affectionate when it’s just the two of you. She’ll cuddle you to death and gives way more kisses.

Y - Yearning(How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?)

When Velvet misses you, everyone knows it. She’s very grouchy, often snapping at Veneer and Crimp. She’s also very bored.

Z - Zeal(Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?)

She probably won’t do anything that requires a lot of work. But if it’s a problem that can be resolved with money or some talking, she’ll do it.

So maybe not great lengths, but just lengths.

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~~baileypie-writes

[wambsgansshoelaces]

thank you @su240210 for requesting 🫶🏽 I love u pookie I’m literally your biggest fan 🫂

anyways here’s your daily dose of the he older/‘other’ women of succession; they don’t really get that much love

how you meet (wlw; rava, gerri, karolina)

Rava

ᝰ you’re a yoga girly

ᝰ even though you started out really slow, you’ve come to really enjoy it

ᝰ the instructors have you model all the time

ᝰ it makes you feel cool

ᝰ but today, you’re coming off of a bit of a depressive spiral

ᝰ so you stay in the back for the sake of relaxation

ᝰ you honestly just feel like lying face down on your mat

ᝰ but when you stretch, your head clears

ᝰ “oh, wow, you’re so flexible!”

ᝰ you look over, and it’s her

ᝰ you’ve never seen her before

ᝰ but you want to see her again

ᝰ you give her a small smile

ᝰ she smiles back

ᝰ you think you get a bit dizzy

ᝰ “how do you do it?”

ᝰ you come out of the pose, laying flat on your stomach

ᝰ “lots of practice. i come here a lot.”

ᝰ “you think i could get there, one day, too?”

ᝰ “sure you can.”

ᝰ “ah, i’m sorry. i’m rava. i’m trying to get out and try new things, put myself out there…”

ᝰ “well, then, rava, i hope you keep coming.”

ᝰ “do you do every class?”

ᝰ “every single morning one.”

ᝰ “i hope you don’t mind a new elbow buddy, then.”

ᝰ “i really don’t. you’re truly always welcome.”

Gerri

ᝰ you’re an attorney

ᝰ your firm is handling some things for waystar

ᝰ this is your first waystar specific case

ᝰ everyone avoids the company like the plague

ᝰ you’ve only heard horror stories

ᝰ even the building is horrifying

ᝰ the lady you’re supposed to meet is late, on top of it all

ᝰ you get sick of sitting and get up to pace the conference room

ᝰ “i’m sorry i’m- oh, hello.”

ᝰ you watch her face flush when you look up at her

ᝰ “y/n?” she asks after a moment, clearing her throat

ᝰ “gerri?”

ᝰ she sits, beckoning for you to do the same

ᝰ “so we’re both in the right place. good! great!”

ᝰ she’s all flustered the rest of your meeting

ᝰ you kind of like it

ᝰ she’s turning pink

ᝰ you don’t say anything, just give her that dazzling smile of yours

ᝰ she thinks you’re gorgeous

ᝰ like blindingly

ᝰ the debrief goes quickly

ᝰ “i know it’s all less than ideal… we have our work cut out for us.”

ᝰ “well, regardless, i’m excited to be working with you, gerri.”

Karolina

ᝰ you’d gotten your nose into some weird waystar business

ᝰ a bunch of shit you shouldn’t have seen

ᝰ not to your surprise, they sent the fucking press army to your house

ᝰ when you open the door, she startles at the sight of you

ᝰ “um, come in.”

ᝰ there’s way too many people in your house right now

ᝰ you kind of just sit in the corner so you can monitor everyone

ᝰ you don’t know if you’re about to be bribed or killed

ᝰ she comes up to you after they grill you

ᝰ you honestly felt like you were being waterboarded

ᝰ “i just wanted to apologize… these things can be kind of rough.”

ᝰ “i really don’t see why i have to go through all this.”

ᝰ you do

ᝰ you just think they were doing it in the worst way possible

ᝰ “if it were up to me, this wouldn’t be happening.”

ᝰ she gives you a soft smile

ᝰ but you don’t really trust her

ᝰ you can’t, can you?

ᝰ “if anyone gives you too much trouble, give me a ring, okay?”

ᝰ she hands you her business card

ᝰ karolina novotney; head of PR

[onskepa]

HELLO!! Happy Holidays pookie🎄❤️hope you are having a great day/night!

I was wondering if you are writing for Etuwa from AFOP. No one talks about her BUT SHE IS SO FINE‼️She’s too underrated.

Can you write a fic with Etuwa x fem!na’vi!reader in which they both fall in love with eachother since they first met and everyone notices the chemistry between them.

In the end, Etuwa confesses and they kiss and become cute gfs <3

THANK YOU SO MUCH 🫶🏻 and have a good day!

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS!! MY FIRST ETUWA REQUEST!! THANK YOU SO MUCH DARLING!!! Hope you and everyone like this one! Enjoy~!!

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Tiflrr

It was a known fact the Etuwa was a warrior at heart. Being a tsahik is an honorable position to have, to lead her people and be the speak of Eywa. After the tragic death of her mother, Etuwa took on her position, learned everything there to be a Tsahik, and lead alongside with her father, the olo’eyktan of the Aranahe clan. But if Etuwa was to be given a choice, she wouldnt be the Tsahik. 

She would rather be a warrior. 

And everyone can secretly agree. If anything, it would suit Etuwa more if she were to be the olo’eykte of their clan. But if she was to be the olo’eykte, then who would be her tsahik? A clan cannot be lead without two people. It takes the balance of two leaders to take care of their people. And while many may not have a clue, Etuwa does. 

Eutwa knows exactly who can fit the role of not just the tsahik, but the role of a perfect mate, partner, her secret love, Tiflrr.

Like an Atokirina, Tiflrr gracefully appeared to Etuwa on the darkest day of her life. After the sudden death of her mother, Etuwa lost sight of her path, she was silent, introverted, and just as depressed as her father. Not even the bright and dramatic Nefika was able to lift her spirits. Etuwa was drained of her color, her ambitions, her light. But like all bad storms, a sun is sure to brighten after the chaos. 

And the sun was Tiflrr. 

Tiflrr is an amazing aranahe na’vi. Artistic, compassionate, and a visionary. You could say she is the softer, more quiet version of nefika. 

Tiflrr was everything Etuwa searched for. Her light, her laugh, everything. Etuwa was rough and ambitious while Tiflrr was more soft and passionate. It made Eutwa happy how well they balance each other. Though Etuwa wishes they could perhaps be more than mere friends. 

“Tiflrr!!” Etuwa calls out for the na’vi in question. Getting off from her ikran, tiflrr goes over to etuwa as they hug in a tight embrace. “Did you go to collect more seeds? Why didn't you tell me? I would have joined you” Etuwa whines a bit. Frowning that she missed potential time to spend with her favorite person. 

Tiflrr couldn't help but release a cute giggle, “and have you miss your tsahik duties? I could never”. Etuwa blushed a bit, basking in the beautiful smile tiflrr holds. Placing her hand on tiflrr’s cheek, Etuwa looks into her eyes, pure joy and love is all she feels for the lovely na’vi. “If I could, I would gladly give up being tsahik if it meant spending more time with you”. 

This earned etuwa a slap on the head. “Don't talk such nonsense you skxawng! Being a tsahik is both an honor and a major duty. Giving it up would mean giving up what your mother worked hard for. Don't throw all that away '' tiflrr scolded etuwa like she was a child. But she was right, she can't say such silly things like that. Etuwa’s mind says one thing, but her heart says another. 

Etuwa’s feelings for tiflrr grows stronger everyday. And she isn't sure how much longer she can keep it in. 

“Come on, you silly head!” tiflrr calls out to etuwa. Grabbing her hand, Tiflrr leads Etuwa to a large field of flowers. So many blooming beautifully and perfect to weave something nice. Wild ikrans flying freely up in the sky and the kinglors having their feed. It looked so peaceful. So perfect. 

“Look, it seems new ones have hatched not too long ago. '' Tiflrr points out to some young flying kinglor. One took interest and landed on her hand, admiring its cuteness, tiflrr gently pets it. “So cute…” tiflrr mutters. 

“Yes…very cute” Etuwa agrees, but it wasn't just the kinglor moth that she found cute. 

Moments like this Etuwa wishes they can last forever and ever. No worries, no responsibility, just existing and having an adventure with Tiflrr. With tiflrr, Etuwa can feel anything is possible and can do so much more.

It was clear as day for everyone to see how close Etuwa is to tiflrr. But more so now in recent days. Purposely avoiding her father and other responsibilities to be with tiflrr. While it is cute to chase around the person that makes you happy, it is also a  bit annoying. So annoying that Nefika of all people had to talk to Etuwa about it. 

“Child, while I would love to advocate your goal, it seems you leave behind a long trail of uncompleted tasks. This is unlike you Etuwa, come tell me, what is on your mind?” Nefika asks Etuwa one day. After Etuwa blatantly left her father talking away to an open space in favor of meeting with tiflrr, Ka’nat secretly asked nefika to talk to Etuwa, try to understand why the sudden absence. 

Sitting near a river, where the sounds of the water calms her nerves, Etuwa starts to talk. “Tiflrr. Lately, when I spend time with her, my heart beats mightier than ever. It races and twists, my mind becomes haze and all I can think about with tiflrr and just being with her. It is like….like everything is fine. With tiflrr, I am not tsahik, I am not a warrior, not a leader, I am just Etuwa to her. And I like that. I like tiflrr and how she sees me”. 

Nefika couldn't help but stare at astonishment towards Etuwa. 

“Etuwa child, Tiflrr, what exactly does she do to have you think this way?” she asks. Etuwa smiles as she explains. 

“Tiflrr treats me like a normal person. Yes she would berate me and constantly remind me of my position but never pushes it. Always eager to take me somewhere, showing me a new spot. Tiflrr is very observative, kind, gentle, sweet. She is all that and more. Oh how could I forget her knowledge in plants? She is very skilled in in vast creations like tea, medicine, paint, making sweets out of them. I enjoy that about her…and more”. 

The genuine love and care that holds in Etuwa’s voice helped Nefika make a certain conclusion. 

“Etuwa, is it possible that you are…” 

Tiflrr was in her home with massive ideas of what to make from the freshly picked flowers she found on the edge of the kinglor forest. They smelled lovely and seemed of fine quality to make baskets or for food. Either way can go. 

Maybe perhaps make something for Etuwa. 

Just thinking about her makes Tiflrr feel so happy and bubbly on the inside. Everytime they are together, the girl does her absolute best to compose herself whenever Etuwa is near. But she can't help it! Etuwa is so fierce and strong, and her beauty! A wonderful woman the tsahik is. While Tiflrr is always happy that Etuwa is choosing to spend time with her over the duties that occupy her attention, Tiflrr can't help but feel guilty yet selfish to be with Etuwa. Is that so wrong? 

Hard to see. However, speak of the na’vi. There was a knock at the entrance of her home, Tiflrr goes and sees Etuwa there! 

“My friend, come! What brings you here?” Tiflrr asks happily. Already preparing Etuwa’s favorite tea. Etuwa happily accepts a cup full, not caring how hot it is, the tsahik drinks it down in one go. 

“Oh my” this caught tiflrr by surprise. 

“We need to talk…and it is very important…” 

This is her one chance. After heavy and considerable talk with Nefika, even with her father, Etuwa had a goal, a mission. 

To confess to tiflrr. 

And it was easier said than done. It took so much mental tole that Etuwa wasn't sure if she was confident enough to do it. But things are not done, or changed, tiflrr would still have be as friends. Yet the tsahik wants to be more than that. 

“What is it Etuwa? Don't leave me so nervous” Tiflrr giggles, her sweet smile melting Etuwa’s heart. So, taking a deep breath, she tightly holds Tiflrr’s hands into hers. Such soft hands, no marks of anything. No cuts, bruises, nothing. Perfect hands. 

“Tiflrr, for a long time, you have been by my side. Through my ups and downs, my best and my worst. You have always been there for me. You have been there in ways no one could. Not even my father or others. You are the rays of sunshine to my dark skies. Shooing away anything that could cause me trouble. Your presence alone soothes me. Just by being near you is enough to make my day. Tiflrr, I love you. I have loved you for so long yet I did not say anything until now. I was, still am, afraid of your rejection…” 

Taking another deep breath, Etuwa’s heart still pounding hard as the drums, she continues. 

“I See you Tiflrr. For all that you are, for all that you will be and is. And I love every single bit of you. I love how you accept me. Despite my position, despite how I can be. You accept me into your life, your heart. But you only ever see me as a friend. I desire to be more than that….my question is…Tiflrr, will you let me be your lover?” 

As if the weight was lifted off of her shoulders, only to be replaced by newer weight. Etuwa confessed, spoke every word with full meaning and sincerity. The real challenge is, will Tiflrr accept? 

No words could ever describe with Tiflrr was feeling at the moment. It was as if time had stopped. All she could do was stare at Etuwa’s lovely face. Seeking to see if what Etuwa just said and done was a lie, a joke. But all Tiflrr saw was the honest truth. Has Eywa finally answered her wishes? 

Since words couldn't do justice to what Tiflrr feels, she does the next best thing. 

Grabbing Etuwa by the face, she pulls her in for a full, deep, passionate kiss. A kiss that answers her question, a kiss to reciprocate her feelings. A kiss to mark Etuwa as her’s until their last dying breath.

Aaaaaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! Hope you all like it! Until next time! See ya!

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Tiflrr - Gentleness, Tenderness

[pookietv]

PLEASE WRITE I AM IN DESPERATE NEED OF MORE ARTHURTV, GEORGE CLARKE AND CHRISMD CONTENT I-

love your stuff though so don’t rush if you don’t want to 🫶

THANK YOU FOR THE BULLYING POOKIE HOPING TO GET AT LEAST TWO OUT THIS WEEK !!!!!!!! (i have some insanely cute adorable ideas that are making me go ABXISBZI so i hope u will enjoy!)

[soaps-mohawk]

Pookie why must you hurt us? This isn’t you🥹 but seriously another great chapter! I hope you have a great day🫶🏼

Unfortunately the angst must happen. There must be hurt so the comfort can happen (eventually).

Thank you, though. I'm glad you enjoyed it (despite the pain) 💚💚

[zorosdimples]

kae!! im curious if you have any solo player games you’d recommend 🎤 i’d love to hear them all no matter how long the list ✨

SO MANY… I HAVE SO! MANY! but i’ll talk about my most favorite games.

i would categorize by what console they’re available on, but tbh there are so many games that you can play across different platforms. i generally like “cozy” games without difficult/intense fighting mechanics, although i do like fighting in the right context. i like games with interesting stories and relationships between the characters. building relationships and getting to know npcs is so, so fun.

stardew valley - this is one of my favorite games of all time. it’s cheap, there are STILL updates—a huge one just dropped a couple weeks ago—and there are tons of mods if you play on pc/steam deck, etc. the game isn’t too difficult, but there’s so much to explore, tons of hidden content/secrets, and the characters are soooo pookie 🫶🏻

animal crossing - you probably know it; it’s a classic for a reason. i love every iteration of the game for different reasons. you play at your own place and get to basically build your own little town. it’s precious!

rune factory 4 - there’s a rune factory 5 game that came out a couple years ago, but 4 is better even though it’s much older! i haven’t played 1-3, but i bet they’re just as fun.

baldur’s gate 3 - all the hype is for a REASON! it’s battle-heavy, definitely not an “easy” or “beginner” game. but i’ve never encountered such enthralling gameplay, relationships, lore, and world-building. the dragon age games come kind of close, but we’ll have to see their future release compares to bg3.

dragon age inquisition - also an open world rpg like bg3. if you haven’t played a lot of open world or rpg games, this game is a great way to dip your toes in without being too overwhelmed (bg3 even makes even hardcore gamers overwhelmed). i never played any of the previous dragon age games, but you don’t need to play them to understand what’s going on. i love the storyline and am eagerly awaiting the 4th installment of the dragon age series.

last but not least: pokémon diamond - okay this is simply for nostalgia’s sake. it was my first pokémon game, and it was love at first sight! i’ve owned every pokémon game every since. nintendo’s newest pokémon releases aren’t stellar, but the remaster of diamond and pearl that came out a couple years ago? chef’s fucking kiss!

i’ll leave the list here. i hope you see this and i hope you find some games to enjoy <3

[perfectsunlight]

I just wanted to tell you that your work is absolute masterpiece every single one. The way you write and describe is absolutely amazing and reading it is a blessing. Your ideas will never fail to amaze me. Thank you for writing and letting us see it. I discovered your work yesterday but I already read everything you wrote and I can’t stop thinking about it. I hope one day you get even more recognition and everything you deserve. Consider me as your biggest fan as of moment. Thank you for writing and please continue so 🫶🏻🤗

THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭 pookie im literally smiling sm rn, your kind words are very motivating. sometimes i feel like im not writing things that people enjoy, but i'm happy to hear you've loved my work this much!!!

i hope you enjoy the other things i put out in the future as well. im curious though, which one of my works is your favorite??