#I just... don't feel like tagging with the accents at this very moment

[anomaly-hivemind]

Whore Convention ☆ Ghostface, Michael Meyers, Jason Voorhees, Pennywise, Jeepers Creepers, Slenderman, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Albert Wesker, and Pyramid Head x Reader | Kinktober Day 9

Summary: Part two of horror convention (part one), reader uses their VIP pass to have some fun at different stations.

Word Count: 2673

Tags: free use, gangbang, rough sex, overstimulation, mask kink, cum as lube, fem reader,, degradation, spit-roasting, creampies, convention, non-human characters, non-human genital, size difference, size kink, large cock, manhanding, spit as lube, face fucking, semi-public, multiple orgasm, vaginal fingering, monsterfucking, double penetration. Anal, tentacles, bukkake

It's that time of year again, it was time to go to another horror convention. You have been to a couple of them, all very entertaining in their own right but this one feels like it's going to have a different vibe at least according to your friend. She had gone to her first convention last year and swore that it was the best experience of her life and even changed her forever. ( her words). She gave you her VIP ticket because something had come up and she couldn’t make it. So she begged you to go, like literally begged and you were sure she would have cried if you said no. Saying that this opportunity could not be wasted just because of her and that quote on quote someone needs to have their holes filled in her place, which you are sure is some random euphemism she made up or something.

You had nothing better to do on a near Halloween weekend, nothing you cared about that is. You put on a nice cosplay from Jennifer's body. You were wearing a very purple cheerleading outfit, its skirt wasn't incredibly short and the top even though it was long-sleeved was a bit too small so it was a bit cropped. But that's all alright because you look good and a few people recognized the DK on the shirt.

You looked down at your VIP pass to see the location and the time. As well as a cute little skull on the corner. It was on the furthest corner of the building you were in but you still have time to buy or look at a few things before you walk over to that event spot. All you got were a few posters for your room, you even had time to put them back in your car.

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You walked to your Vip event spot in the convention building. It didn't seem like there were a lot of people over here beside you. A person leads you into the room and you go and sit in the small crowd. The spokesperson you assumed got on the stage and spoke into the mic.

“May our lucky vip please come to the stage” the woman spoke and everyone waited For someone. You also look around for a moment wondering who it was but no one came to the stage.

“um if you have a skull of your pass you our lucky vip… could you come on the stage.” You looked down at your card… and noticed that you had a skull. Well shit.

You reluctantly get up and head to the stage, after you were sure that no one else was gonna get up and then confirm once with a door staff that you were in fact the person they were talking about. While they shoved a paper for you to sign, you didn't bother reading much of it and just wrote your signature. It was something like a consent to participate in the event and you didn't want to be kicked out so you didn't hesitate.

You look out in the crowd, now feeling like there were more people now that you weren't among all of them and a bunch of them were in hardcore cosplay.

“Now look at you all pretty up for our little event.” the woman said and could you hear her southern accent. You smiled and thanked the woman.

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Well why don't you pick a set of crowd goers. Doesn't matter how many.”

You assume this was some kinda cosplay contest and you got to pick. You picked A secluded few people who looked like they were straight from the respective franchise.

They all came up to the stage one after the other. You had to pick the Creeper, it almost gave you chills looking at him, the fit was spot on. Then you picked a Pennywise because you love a good clown. Purely for nostalgia you picked the few creepypasta you saw that being Eyeless Jack and Laughing Jack, you were sure that the slenderman had mechanical tentacles that even looked wet. Then your guilty pleasure of yours from all the mask wearers Ghostface, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees and Pyramid Head and lastly you picked the Person who basically Could be his doppelganger Albert Wesker.

You shiver now they are all in front Of you. They were huge, like unnaturally so and you can't tell nor see any stilts. It makes A nervous sound come out of you as you have to look Up at most if not every single one of the men In front of you.

“Well that's a hefty pickin’s you've got.” The woman said before snapping her fingers a few times. Quick moving staff brought up some kind of privacy curtain. It made you confused. You looked at all ten of the people you had selected and just stood there.

“Well make sure you get a wheelchair after the event but don't keep your guess waitin’” she smirks.

“What?”

“You sighed the paperwork right?”

“Uhm yes?”

“Oh then your good, have fun being fucked and sucked.” with those words the spokeswoman ran off stage.

Your eyes widened as you realized what you had signed you for, that being to your consent form for some sex event your friend was supposed to be at instead of you. A shaky breath leaves your lips, you really picked a group of strangers to fuck you. A group of men who were all taller and bigger than you. What was most shocking to you though was the fact that you weren't fully opposed to all of it, if not a bit nervous. But you were down for it in a slightly whorish way.

Up close you couldn't help but look at how detailed each Of these men looked, if you were delusional or something like that you may assume right away that they were the real thing, but that was a completely crazy idea. Right?

Ghostface was the first to make a move on you. Practically ripping your shirt off and it falls to the ground then stealing your panties which you don't think you'd be getting back anytime soon or at all for that matter. You felt like the main character a porno being topless with just a mini skirt and shoes on. All of them were muttering pleased comments for the most part.

“What a willing whore” Wesker said, and his voice caused you to shiver in delight from how spot on it is. Actually they all sounded like their canon voices at least the talkers did. You didn't get much time to be shocked or think about it, when a tendril brought you to your knees. It felt slimy and wet and you couldn't help but touch it.

Jason bends your ass up as rubs his fat fingers between your folds. You bite back hiss, it was too much fiction too soon. Who noticed and pulled away for a moment . The Creeper smirks before moving near Jason and spits on you. You feel his thick saliva sliding down your lower lips and a bit down one of your legs. Jason moves his fingers back against his folds, this time with much ease. You could feel your arousal start to make way now.

The one with The blue mask stands in front of you while unzipping his pants. His cock jumping for your attention, you wrap A hand around it. You cover it in your mouth’s moisture and give it a few strokes, effectively coating his gray shaft with your spit. You open your mouth to get ready to take him. You look up at him as he grips your face and shivers his cock into your mouth. You gagged around him as the rough actions but try to avoid biting him. He was so distracting that almost didn't register Jason pushing two fingers into your walls. His fingers were very thick and it caused you to moan and Eyeless Jack's cock.

“Going a bit easy there” the scratchy voice of the monochromatic clown laughed out.

You weren't paying attention to what the clown said because all you really could think about was how good Jason was making you feel. You could feel your orgasm jumping to make a first appearance everytime you would feel the hockey masked man’s knuckle constantly brushing at your clit. Eyeless Jack was getting sloppy with his thrust and you knew he was getting closer and with you hollowing out your cheeks to help he started to topple over with pleasure. His cock throbbed a few times before shooting his load into your throat forcing you to swallow the cool liquid.

You were falling into your own peak and you could feel it becoming one with your senses, your eyes closed tight and your legs shaking as you fell past the teerting edge. You wanted to curse out as your orgasm gets cut short when Jason gets pulled away by another person, effectively ruining your orgasm. You let out a whimper, but it didn’t take long for the hole to be filled, you get shrouded in the shadow of the muscular pyramid head. You looked back at the beefy man and shivered. He was huge, very potential to be seven feet tall. He plunges his cock into you, and a scream, even with how wet you were he was large and stretching you out. Your eyes watered and a part of you felt like you could die.

“That's what I like to hear” Pennywise chortled with sadistic amusement.

Pyramid head was rough on you, completely focused on himself and made sure that you were taking him fully with each thrust. It was as if you were mush and you didn't think you could be overwhelmed so fast but you were, and if slenderman’s tendrils weren't holding you up, you'd surely collapse on the stage floor. The tentacles were kneading and groping your breast with a slick texture that was cold on your skin. He was moving with little mercy but even passing the hurt it felt good to you. You could feel him throbbing inside you, it almost felt like you had a lower heartbeat because of it. You wanted to use one of your hands to touch yourself up. It gets taken and occupies hisdick.

“Sluts worry about others first.” Ghostface spoke using your hand to stroke his cock.

You moan, feeling your eyes roll back when a new contender moves in front of you. You look up at them, it was Jason; your gentle giant that had done some help, loosening you up. You open your mouth for him, your tongue hanging out ready to take him. He pushed his thick length into your mouth, you wrapped your lips around him and started to suck him off. It was the mix of Pyramid head getting ready to fill you with his seed, sucking off Jason and jerking off Ghostface. It was a complete sensory overload and you don't know if you'll make it to the end of it all. It was a mix of muffled groans and your also muffled moans.

You feel the borderline hot cum filling you up and trying to push past his cock. He makes sure to pull out of you as slowly as he could as if he didn’t want to leave Pennywise the first to take his place and quickly while wiggling his fingers before coiling around his hips. His cock felt like he was shifting inside you. It has ridges that were scratching at your walls pushing cum deeper into your cunt. He was thrusted into you into you wildly; he was giggling wildly with each movement.

Slenderman comes up from behind you. A slimy tendril prodding your tight ring of muscle. He circled around the outside spreading slimy fluid before he pushed in the wriggling limb. As he pushed it deeper into your rectum. The circumference widened. It stretched your whole beyond what you believed it could. He was literally in your guys right now, but it felt good. You moaned around the cock in your mouth with it pushed and wiggled around you.

When he slipped out his tentacle you thought it was over but then he thrusted in two of the appendages into your anus. You yelped around Jason and small tears sprang in your eyes. Surprisingly though, it didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would.

Jason fills your mouth with his gooey essence, happily. Then after him cums Ghostface, coating your hand in its sticky substance. The domino effect causes you to have yet another orgasm and as you clench around Pennywise swells up a bit before filling you with his rainbow clown Jizz.

They leave you a cum dumped mess with slenderman’s appendages rocking in their pendulum pattern. You felt like you were going to pass out but your holes still had a guest to attend to. Wesker and Myers go for your mouth and cunt respect. Weaker pulls your hair back as he pushes his cock into your hole and Michael was basically throat fucking you.

The Creeper and Laughing Jack then made you stroke them off. You felt like you had been thoroughly passed around and anyone Who had you before was jacking off as you got used like a fleshlight. You have another climax and you were sure everything had gone dark for a few seconds but the bounce of that seemed to matter, to the men of the mattered.

“An Excellent whore to take all of us” Wesker let out a groan as he slammed his hips into you over and over. You felt like we're going to cum all over again. His words make you shiver a bit and you start to clench around him, he slaps your ass like a silent approach. Michael was holding your face with a tight grip as he would take slow strokes all the way out of your mouth before ramming back down your throat. It was causing gag reflects a bit as he ruts his hips into you.

The tentacles pumping in and out of you sped up, the tendrils rubbing against you and each other. It felt like ripples coming through them before warm fluid filled your anal cavity. The semen kept coming and coming it’s like it was almost never ending until finally he pulled the tentacles out leaving you back entrance gaping and puckering. The cum poured out like a water leak, dripping down your ass and legs. You glanced down to see the black viscous liquid creeping down your legs.

You felt like you may have choked to death if you went breathing through your nose. The Creeper was looking at you with a hungry gaze as he started to thrust into your hand. Michael started moving faster, taking shorter strokes between your lips before he let out a hushed breath of pleasure. You almost coughed up the amount of thick fluids that had filled your mouth at once, you managed, then he pulled away. Laughing Jack was tracing patterns into your skin as he let out stroke him at your decided pace. You hold his slender cock in your hand in a firm grip, he was already leaking cum before a strong spray hits you in the face.

You could hear some groans and muffled heavy breaths from the men surrounding you. Their hands stroked themselves with vigor. Seemingly all at the same time they blew their loads onto you, painting your bodies with an array of hot cum. All which coat your skin with different levels of thickness and temperatures. Some were stickier than others, some watery. Different colors and smell. They all were panting, you included when the spokeswoman came back with a towel and your promised wheelchair. You had no energy, barely any to get up and put your close back on.

Your friend was right, this was a life changing experience

[bbokicidal]

Marriage? Marriage. | Maknae Line! SKZ [OT8]

Genre : Fluff Warnings : None Pairing : Maknae Line SKZ x Fem!Reader

Notes : Ever wondered what your wedding would be like with SKZ? How they would propose? What their tux/outfit would look like? Your ring? The venue? Well I've got it all right here! (Completely w/ photo references!)

Other Notes : This is just how i picture things going down/looking. If you disagree or have other opinions, that's totally fine! But please don't go in the comments complaining it isn't how you pictured it. If you don't like it, scroll past. Thank you!

Jisung

The Proposal : Jisung is the one to make a big spectacle of it, creating an entire song to ask you to marry him in front of the guys. He does it at the venue for their concert during soundcheck so it's a little more personal, wanting you to be there for what he's calling 'practice' so you can hear and critique his new song. Or that's what he says - it's really just a massive proposal. He even gets Chan and Minho to run down the stage throwing flower petals in the air while he sings.

The Venue : Nothing too fancy. He wants it to be personal between just your families (and the guys, of course.) So he chooses a smaller venue with plenty of floral decorations to satisfy the both of you. He lets you pick out the colors however, agreeing that a nice muted purple would be a good mix between casual and elegant.

First Look : Oh, he bawls. He's on his knees the moment he turns around, tears streaking down round cheeks and hands covering his mouth in admiration. You have to cup his face and pull him up - but the photographer gets a perfect picture of you two kissing while Jisung bawls his eyeballs out at how beautiful you look.

His Best Man : Minho. (We all saw that coming.)

Felix

The Proposal : Felix takes you to his childhood home to do it. It's bigger than expected (because he came from a pretty well off family,) and still as wonderful as he remembers growing up. His family tags along to witness it all, but they aren't even aware of the proposal and his sisters are screaming before you are when they see him get down on one knee. Very romantic, very wholesome - biggest ring you've ever seen.

The Venue : Massive venue, very fairytale-esque. He wants it to be grand, as perfect as you are. He falls in love with the ballroom feel of the venue and his mind is made up the moment he steps inside to check it out for the first time. "It's perfect," He'll nod, later admiring how it looks with all of the decorations the two of you had picked out. The theme comes out to a soft pale blue and white.

First Look : He doesn't want to do a first look, but he lets the guys go and see you. His heart slams in his chest the moment Chris comes back with rosy cheeks, exclaiming how beautiful you looked and how Felix had gotten oh-so lucky to be with you. Of course, he tears up a bit and maybe bawls a little when he sees you walking down the aisle.

His Best Man : Jisung.

Seungmin

The Proposal : He's the one to do it on stage. Unexpected, right? He wants to make it memorable for everyone - especially you. He'll ask you to come out, take your hand the moment you enter the stage and then walk with you to the middle to give the most heartwarming and sincere speak you've heard since their Maniac tour. "I said once that I didn't believe in the word 'forever,' but... in this moment, I want to believe I'll be with you for eternity."

The Venue : Also something bigger. Plenty of room to hold many guests but not as grand of a venue as Felix's pick. It's outdoors, for one, the theme of the wedding a warm green with pale pinks and roses speckled in for accent. He lets you do most of the decorating because he trusts you with it, but he will give you his input if you ask for it. However, his favorite thing about the venue has to be the archway he'll marry you under.

First Look : Oh he's getting a first look. He's a bit impatient the day of and asks to see you as soon as possible, only to be met with your arms wrapping around him from behind. He'll sink into your embrace before turning to look at you, backing away only so he can take in the full view. He'll even ask you to do a little spin, holding your hand with care and smiling at how beautiful you are.

His Best Man : Jeongin.

Jeongin

The Proposal : It just sort of... falls out of his mouth. You're having dinner with the group out at a nicer restaurant and he's sitting at your side, seeming a bit distracted and distant. Lost in thought, he snaps back into his own mind before murmuring a soft, "Do you want to get married?" as he looks over. It catches you by surprise, especially when he pulls a velvet box from his pocket, opening it to reveal a gorgeous diamond ring. He couldn't find the perfect way to do it, and he grew impatient with himself - so he just asked.

The Venue : He lets you pick it out, with you settling on a smaller church that gave the most basic, traditional wedding possible - which is how he preferred it, if he were honest. He liked how it felt normal, like he was just another person existing in the universe. Nothing too special, nothing too grand. Just... normal and perfect for you two.

First Look : His first look is during pictures, and as he sees you coming up to him he's all full of giggles and bouncy excitement. He turns away to whisper to Seungmin how he's not sure how he bagged such a baddie, before turning back to gather himself and hold your hands while telling you how beautiful you are. Absolute menace even during his own wedding but he's doing his best.

His Best Man : Technically? Seungmin. But he gives each member of the group a special Boutonniere because in his mind, they're all the best. He wants all of his hyungs involved in his wedding.

[alltimefail]

Why doesn't Edwin call Charles, "Charlie?"

I shared the isolated audio of Charles' death scene where his "friends" taunted him as they killed him, and in that video, they called him "Charlie." This confirmed what many people in fandom already believed: Charles, a sporty teenage boy in the 80s, would not have gone by his proper first name and likely went by a nickname/shortened version of his name instead.

Now that we know that to be true, it does beg the question: why does Edwin call him Charles? I told you all not to get me started on this in the tags, but you stinkers want me to yap, so let's get into it! 😜

This is a very uninteresting answer, but I think Edwin does not call Charles "Charlie" simply because Charles did not introduce himself as such. Had he introduced himself as Charlie, I don't think Edwin would call him anything else.

This actually brings us to the "meat" of this analysis, and the more important question we need to ask: why would Charles choose not to introduce himself as "Charlie" if that's what people seemed to call him?

I have a couple of theories:

The first one: when Charles meets Edwin he's in a fragile state. A boy he's never seen in all his time at school approaches him, seeming to come out of thin air, just to bring him a lantern without any strings attached (even though Charles cannot give him anything in return). Charles has never experienced that kind of unconditional kindness in his life, and I'm sure that alone was enough to be a bit earth-shaking, mind-scrambling, and intimidating.

But it doesn't end there! The boy who brings the lantern is also claiming to be dead. Delerium/hallucinations are a common symptom of hypothermia so Charles could have though that Edwin was not real or was maybe even some kind of angel-like figure coming to keep him company in his final moments. I mean, the boy's wearing a dated school uniform, enters in a halo glow of golden light, and can walk through walls...it's not the wildest conclusion to jump to.

I think either of thos things individually or a combination of having your guard up, being a bit frazzled from the whole "dying" thing, and believing you're in the presence of an ethereal deity (combined with the fact that you're a people pleaser at your core) is enough to feel compelled to introduce yourself not in formal manner. Not to mention if Edwin introduced himself first, hand outstretched in a formal matter and proper posh accent on full display (something I can totally see him doing), Charles might have felt a bit silly calling himself by such a casual title.

While I think all of this can be varying degrees of true, however, my biggest personal headcanon is that Charles might not have introduced himself as Charlie because who's to say he LIKED that nickname? My circumstances were similar to Charles' growing up, I also had many nicknames from friends and family that I didn't ask for but was given anyway against my will... and I always hated it. Still cringe at some of them to this day, actually! So I think it's possible that Charlie Rowland met Edwin Payne, with all his formal stature and proper professional-sounding name, and took the opportunity to choose what he'd like to go by, without the influence of family or friends. In that way, his chosen identity that would kick off the rest of his existence moving forward (unknown to him at the moment, but true from a narrative standpoint nonetheless) serves as a "Taking your power back" moment for Charles who literally just heard the name "Charlie" being hurled at him as he begged for mercy from people who were supposed to be his friends. Even if he tolerated the nickname "Charlie" before, it certainly wouldn't have fond associations following the event that ended his life (if it had any positive associations to begin with).

Again, speaking from experience, Charlie also sounds like the kind of nickname that could be sugar-sweet on some tongues, innocent even, (his mother cooing over a young Charles), but terrifying from an abusive figure... a scathing kind of mockery. I've always imagined that Charles' dad more than likely called him Charlie, for example, and not in a fond, loving way (in the same way his so-called "friends" were not doing so in a loving way).

So yeah, why would Charles WANT to go by Charlie?

Now that we've established that, we can go back to Edwin...what you came here for!

All that in mind, I still don't see Edwin as the nickname type at all. From a romance standpoint I could maybe see him using a few dated, sappy endearments, but we don't ever hear him use a casual name toward anyone. In his lifetime Charlie would have been a perfectly normal name, but the kind of "fond" nicknaming practices and casual male friendships that happened in 1989 were not common practices in 1916, the Edwardian era. Even with his infinite fondness of Charles, I could never see Edwin uttering "Charlie." It doesn't feel right.

Plus, let's be honest: Edwin says Charles' name with enough love and reverence that he doesn't need to use an endearment. His tone says it all (lol).

Beyond that though, like I said above, I can't see Edwin feeling to impulse to call him "Charlie" because that's not how Charles introduced himself. Edwin strikes me as the kind of person that would be like, "If he wanted to be called Charlie, he surely would have said as much" and left it at that. But a name like Charlie also conveys a sort of youthfulness, and while he and Charles are 16 forever, technically, they have been detached from their lives for a long time and they're MUCH older than 16 in experience and in their professional life.

The only question I was left with, and one I've seen several people ponder, is why Charles would suggest they call The Night Nurse Charlie, (like from Charlie's Angels), as it seems a bit strange if his own name is Charlie/he went by Charlie. My answer/interpretation isn't that exciting, but it's one I feel makes the most sense: I honestly think this can easily be explained away by the fact that Charles is so far removed from that identity and so dissociated from his life that he no longer associates the name "Charlie" with himself in any way. Like it literally didn't even occur to him, in that moment, that Charlie/Charles are so similar because he has built a barrier in his mind between himself and that nickname; they're two entirely different identifiers to him. Whether that be a coping mechanism, or simply just something he wasn't thinking so deeply about (it has been 30 years since anyone called him that, except for Brad and Hunter in Port Townsend), we can't say for sure. However, it's clear Charles does not want to go by Charlie, and at least now we can safely assume why.

Let me know your thoughts! Do you agree with my interpretation? Do you have your own opinion that I didn't cover? Feel free to share with me!

Keep streaming Dead Boy Detectives & screaming about it ! Hugs to each and every one of you! 💜

[cheapshrimpysheep]

Hi ! Can you do a "Stop the wedding!" with Lilia Vanrouge and Epel Felmier please? Have a nice day!

COMMENTS: Hi. I chose to follow the same format as a request with the same theme that I had already written: Rescuing You (Deuce; Jack; Floyd; Kalim)

As English is not my first language I can't write Epel's dialect/accent as I would like, but I hope it still feels accurate. 🤞

I hope you and all enjoy it 💐

CHARACTERS: Epel Felmier / Lilia Vanrouge

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Confession

WARNING: Spoilers from The Phantom Bride event and the Vignettes of the respective Cards.

WORD COUNT: An average of 500 words per character.

CONTEXT: Someone was kidnapped to marry some ghost princess and might end up turning into a ghost too. And they just found out that someone was you.

The only thing Epel knew was that someone had been kidnapped by a ghost or something.

When he found out that it was you who had been kidnapped and to marry that ghost, he not only panicked but also got furious! Vil and Riddle had to calm him down.

Although he wanted to be in the very first rescue group, the others ended up convincing him to stay in the last one.

Every time a rescue party failed, he would release all the frustration he had. He even went so far as to criticize Vil himself for failing.

Rook promised he wouldn't tell Vil anything because he found Epel’s display of raw feelings merveilleux.

When it was Epel's group's turn, Riddle and Rook had already fallen behind and he and Ace were almost reaching you, more ghosts appeared. Guards who mistook Epel for a princess and made him furious.

He wanted to stay behind and fight them, but he remembered that it was you they were trying to save. And if there was anyone he wanted to prove his strength and courage to the most, it wasn't those ghosts, it was you.

Instead, he convinces Ace to stay behind. Or rather, he almost threatens him to stay behind. Ace commented that, really, with all that determination maybe he should be the one to face the princess, and he stayed to fight the guards.

When he arrived at the ceremony hall he was so angry about the whole situation that he didn't even try to hide it to deceive the princess.

“Listen here ya spoiled brat!” The guards, the princess and Vil gasped! “I'm fed up and tired of this crap! Go find someone who wants to actually marry ya instead of forcin´ someone to do it and save us all the headaches?!” The ghosts turn on him, telling him how foul-mouthed he is for the way he looks. “Looks don't define who I am! And I am not sorry if I'm insulting you! I don't need to be a tall and handsome prince on a white horse to fight for the one I love!” He said it in the heat of the moment and then immediately blushed like a red apple and fell silent.

The princess was surprised by his courage and determination despite his body and appearance. Even though she said it in a way that insulted Epel. And she began to wonder if she herself would have someone who would risk themselves so much in that way for her, regardless of their fragile bodies (once again insulting more than complimenting)

The guard who is in love with her takes this opportunity to declare his love, she discovers that she also likes him after all and they marry each other.

Despite the embarrassment, Epel runs to you and stays by your side the rest of the time. However, even though he is embarrassed by the declaration of love he made to you, he is very proud of himself because he managed to save you by being himself.

Lilia was already fighting some ghosts more for fun and defense than anything else.

And he remained in a playful mood as they explained that a student had been kidnapped by the princess to marry her. That mood only changed slightly when he heard your name.

On the outside, he continued to appear unconcerned about the situation, but in his head he was already drawing up a plan of attack and conquest.

Lilia asked to be in the last group, using the excuse that they should save the best and cutest candidates for last. Epel didn't like the comment very much.

If it were anyone else, he would take the whole rescue operation as a joke, but it's YOUR life that's at risk, so that was a battle.

He used what he observed from other groups along with his experience as a war general to come up with the best plan he could.

Needless to say, part of the plan was for him to get to you, so he used his persuasive charm to convince everyone else to stay behind and stop the guards whenever necessary.

He entered the ceremonial hall slamming both doors open.

“PRINCESS! I beg you to stop this wedding! You are making a mistake!” Everyone looked at him, curious. “I completely understand you wanting to marry (Y/N). But you deserve someone on your level, someone who understands your dreams and feelings. In other words... (Y/N) is at too high a level for you.” Everyone gasped, but his expression was one of pity for the princess, even though you knew it was just one of his masks. He knew perfectly well that he was insulting her and having fun with it. “I'm sure someone like them has a much higher standard, you wouldn't be able to satisfy them. It's going to be a headache for you to spend every day trying so hard to even reach the level of someone who deserves them.” He smiles innocently. “You should choose someone more on your level. One of your guards perhaps?”

At first the princess is upset and asks how Lilia could say something like that. But then, she starts to question whether he is right about you being in fact too good for her and becomes sad.

It is at this point that the guard who is in love with her enters the conversation to console her and ends up revealing his feelings for the princess.

They realize that their love is mutual and end up marrying each other.

Lilia ends up revealing to you that his plan was to make that guard declare himself. While everyone was focusing on the princess, he realized that the real target must be someone else.

“Oh, but I was being honest all the time. I do believe you deserve better. Actually, you deserve the best. On another note, don't you think I look so charming in this outfit? Does it not make you want to take the opportunity and marry me? Khee hee hee.”

If you dropped in here out of the blue and want to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

YOU WILL STOP THE WEDDING! (Ghost Marriage/The Phantom Bride theme; Fluff; GN Reader; Declaration)

Riddle Rosehearts / Leona Kingscholar / Azul Ashengrotto / Jamil Viper / Vil Schoenheit / Idia Shroud / Malleus Draconia

[nightlyrequiem]

So I was thinking about this for a while but, what if the reader is Valeria's ex wife that had been together for almost a decade (dating included) and as a result the 141 and Los Vaqueros basically come snooping around their house searching for answers and interrogates them, hoping that they would help but realizes that's it's a dead end because Valeria always shielded them from anything that she did.

Oooh interesting concept 😍

So interesting that I kind of didn’t know what to do. I wrote an outline, changed the ending, then changed the ending again. Little bit of a challenge but challenges are a good thing 🫶

Tags/Warnings: WLW, Violence, 141-Vaqueros Appearance, Very Minor Angst

Interrogation

Promising forever doesn't actually guarantee forever. Valeria has come to learn this. A thick bitterness has coated her heart in your absence. Eating away at the organ like an acidic parasite. It's been years since your divorce, but Valeria still misses you deeply. You took something from her when you left and she knows she'll never get it back. The worst part is, she can't even really blame you for leaving. For the majority of your long relationship  she was dishonest about who she was and what she did. You eventually put the pieces together, even if the picture was never whole, and figured out she wasn't good. Valeria tried to spare you as many details as she could. Knowledge is power but ignorance is safety. To your credit, you had tried to make it work. However it proved to be too much for you. The danger, the lies, the late nights. You served her the papers and left soon after.

The divorce wasn't easy on you either. You spent just shy of ten years with Valeria. Building a life with her only to find she wasn't who she said she was. A house built on a weak foundation is doomed to collapse, and leaving her was one of the hardest things you've done but you couldn't stand it anymore. Couldn't stand wondering if she'd walk back through that door each night. The moral implications were eating at you as well. Whatever it was she was doing was bad enough for her to not tell you.

It's another lonely night in your apartment. The silence feels mocking. It's one of the rarer nights where you don't have music or the TV playing. Just you in your chair with a book you've already read. You struggle to focus. Having to reread the same paragraph twice because you're just not absorbing the words at hand. Leaving Valeria was the right thing, you tell yourself. But life is so... quiet without her. A heavy knock on the door interrupts your thoughts and you realise that you yet again didn't actually read anything. Sighing, you put the book down and get up. Your legs and back are sore from sitting in the same position for too long. You silently walk towards the door and peer out through the glazed window. Making out the shapes of men.  

The sight makes your skin prickle, but you unlock the deadbolt - not the chain - and pull open your door, wincing as the hinges cry out in protest.

"Can I help you?" You ask quietly, brows pulled low. You see there are five men in total, all clad in military gear.

"Hello ma'am, mind if we come in for a few moments? We have a few questions for you." The blond one asks. There's something about his voice you don't like. Under that American accent is something smug and violent, like he's used to getting his way.

"Um... no thank you." You respond. Like hell you're letting five strange men into your home.

"It won't take long, it's about a woman." The one with the mohawk speaks. You're caught off guard because this one has a Scottish lilt to his voice. Looking closer, you see a little British flag sewn onto the chest of his vest. His friend beside him has one sewn onto his as well, contrasting with the light blue button up.

"No, sorry."

"Her name is Valeria Garza." He continues, looking you dead in the eyes. You stiffen at the name. Fearing the worst. Has she been caught? Is she dead? You're torn between slamming the door and letting them in.

The latter wins and you unlatch the chain, slowly pulling open the door to face them.

"... What about her?" You ask carefully.

"Why don't we come in to discuss this, huh?" The blond man pushes his way in before you can protest. Putting you off greatly. The others follow suit like sheep to their shepherd. The blond man looks around, eyes raking over your home. He turns that blue gaze back to you. "So, to my knowledge you were... close to Valeria."

"I... suppose so." You reply. Close isn't enough to describe what you had. A roaring forest fire that died out too quickly.

"You used to visit her often, back when she was still in the special forces." One of the other men pipes up. He has the saddest downturned eyes you've ever seen on a human, but his voice is firm.

Everyone is looking at you. You don't like their scrutiny. Like you did something wrong.

"...Yeah? So?" You internally facepalm at the defensiveness in your voice. These men are dogs and they'll pick up on it.

"Well, according to some official government documents, you two used to be married." The blond says. Smug, like he caught you in a lie. You have the strongest urge to punch him in the throat. Or maybe give him a new facial scar.

"We were married for a few years, yeah." You say. Voice strong because you're not ashamed or embarrassed. "We divorced a while ago though."

"Why?" The man leans forward, beady eyes narrowed.

You hesitate. "She never made any time for me." You say. That and you never actually knew her.

The blond looks over to one of the men at the back.

"Alejandro, you're familiar with Valeria and by extension her wife-"

"-Ex wife." You correct.

"-Help me out here."

The man, Alejandro, comes forward. Hands held onto his vest. His gaze is severe and alight with a distaste that makes your skin prickle. "What did Valeria do for a living?" He asks. The way he asks tells you he already knows.

"She ran a business."

"What kind of business?"

"I don't know."

He raises a thick brow. "You don't know?"

"No." You grit out. "I don't know, she never told me."

"And you didn't think to ask?"

You frown at him. Obviously you asked. Many times. 

"Okay. I did ask. She wouldn't tell me." You snap. "Why are you bothering me about my ex-wife? I haven't even spoken to her in years."

The blond man shoulders past Alejandro. "So you didn't know about her connection to the cartel?" He asks.

"No-"

"You didn't know your wife was a narco?" He presses, drawing closer.

"No I didn't know-"

"You didn't think to question where her wealth came from? I bet the ring she got you was nice and pricey."

It was. A shiny, sturdy diamond ring. It makes you feel a little unwell that it might've been paid for with blood.

"I don't know anything." You growl. "Are you even allowed to do this? Barge into my home without a warrant? I think you need to leave."

"We're just trying to get all our facts straight." Alejandro replies. You focus your glare on him.

"Go get your facts from someone else. Leave." To your surprise, they do. They turn and walk right back out your door and you slam it behind them.

A few hours later there's another knock on your door. Setting your nerves on fire. You're still unsettled by the impromptu visit from those men. You get up from your spot at the table and check out the peephole, expecting to see them again. It's Valeria who is darkening your doorstep this time. A stony look set upon her features. You debate not opening the door. You don't really want to see her much either. However, you know Valeria and she knows you. She won't be leaving until she gets what she wants. The door creaks open, deadbolt and chain unlocked.

"What do you want?" You surprise yourself with the hostility. You are rattled by the men and they were only here because of her. Therefore, in your mind, she's to blame for you being unhappy.

"We need to talk." She says. Pushing past you and entering your home uninvited. Seems to be the trend this evening.

You close the door and turn to her, feeling annoyed.

"I think everything that needed to be said was said a long time ago."

"It's not about that." She stands in the hall menacingly, backlit by a lamp. "You had visitors today. What did they want?"

"Oh so you're stalking me now?" You snap.

"What did they want?" She repeats sharply. "What did you tell them?"

"I didn't tell them anything. I don't know anything because you never fucking told me!" You feel angry. More than that. All Valeria did was hide things from you and stress you out. Now she's waltzing into your home like you owe her anything.

Valeria turns away, trying to reel in her temper.

"I was protecting you." She grits out. 

"Some good that did, huh?" You reply sardonically.

She glares at you. "Are you injured or in jail?" She scoffs. "No, I didn't think so."

"No but because of your actions I had five men force their way into my home and interrogate me about you, practically accusing me of working with you."

The room goes quiet.

"... I'm in the cartel." She says. You roll your eyes.

"Yeah, I guessed."

"No, I'm really in it. High ranking, powerful." Valeria says firmly. "While you were waiting up for me at home, I was killing people trafficking drugs."

A response dies on your tongue. In a way, you always knew. To hear her admit to it is both cathartic and devastating. "... Why are you telling me now?"

Valeria's frown softens into a more familiar look. "Because you deserve to know." She says. "Did they hurt you at all?"

"No." You reply. But you didn't exactly feel safe. "They were a little... intense. It upset me."

Valeria looks at you for a few moments then nods stiffly.

"Okay." Is all she says before she's gone again. Leaving a messy pile of conflicting feelings in her wake. You catch a whiff of her perfume as she passes by you, and it reminds you of late morning cuddled in bed. She's stuck to the same scent since you two met. Nine and a half years spent together and now you're strangers. Yet you know what her go to scent is, that she doesn't like lettuce, the exact shade of the pink she paints her nails, when she got her first tattoo. The story behind each and every scar. You shut the door, cutting her off from your view.

Alejandro steps outside for a quick smoke break. leaving behind the lights and the noise. As he lights his smoke he spots a figure, barely illuminated by the yellow lights spilling from the canteen. It starts walking towards him. The lack of a greeting unnerves him and he shifts his hand to rest on his holster.

"Nice night, eh?" He calls out. No response. The figure steps out of the dark and he stiffens at the sight of short dark hair and narrow features. He unholsters his pistol. What is she doing here?

She stops abruptly and looks at him. Distaste evident on her face.

"I'm all for playing your little cat and mouse game but leave my loved ones out of it."

He frowns at her. Sizing her up for any visible weapons. "This is about the visit we paid to your ex wife."

"You did more than visit." She replies dangerously. "Don't speak to her again. Don't bother her again. Don't even visualize her again. I will kill every single one of your men and women, and then I will go after their families."

"What are you-" 

Alejandro doesn't get to finish his sentence as the canteen behind him explodes. The sound bursting his eardrums and sending him flying forward.

Beneath the ringing he's able to recognize confused shouting and pained screaming. A hand grabs ahold of his hair and yanks. Pulling loose a few strands. Valeria stares at him with absolute hatred.

"Our word is our worth, cowboy," She whispers. "so take my word for it."

[writingoddess1125]

Poly or just 3 some vibe swith shanks and Mihawk?? I just feel that power imbalance would be addictiveee

Oh This is what I live for Love! You got it!

MWAHAHAHAHHAHAH

Shanks X young!Reader(mid 20's) X Mihawk

Warning: Sexual Themes, Threesome vibes, Sex, Unprotected sex, Eiffel Tower ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Tag You're It

You stood there at the bar looking at your few regulars as you spaced out. It was a slow night, almost like every night. Your village was too small and too secluded to get any real traffic. If it wasn't for a few months ago it would have closed- not for a certain pirate crew then it would have defiently closed their doors.

Speaking of which- the door busted open with a fairly dramatic flare. As if summoned by your thoughts there stood the entirety of the Red Haired Pirates, cheeks already flushes with alcohol it seemed.

"Good Evening Mr. Shanks! Glad to see you back" You smile cheerfully at him, He would often come to the bar when he ran out of his monthly supply on his Island next door. Him and his crew were very nice, paired with the fact they always payed very well.

"Good Evening to you (Y/N)! Please bring out the best you have little one! It's a celebration!" It was no secret that Shanks had been eyeing you for the months he had been stopping by, How his eyes would linger on your form a bit more then most- How his gaze would track you as you moved through the bar.

"A celebration?" You asked innocently as he held up a wanted poster proudly. A dark brooding figure Stepping in behind him, looking a bit irritated to he there, even as his gaze settled on you.

"Yep! My Lad Luffy got his first bounty and is now a Pirate! Paired with my good Pal here Mihawk is here for a visit!"

"Well in that case I'll pull out the best!" You said cheerfully waving at your co-workers to bring our the large crates of rum and ale for them.

As the liquor was poured you saw Shanks and Mihawk quietly talking- Their eyes locked onto you as they stared at you, watching every move you did. Which made your cheeks heat up dramatically. After a few moments of this and the bar coming to life with loud music you ended up grabbing a drink as well.

This seemed to drawn Mihawk over, his form shadowing yours. "Is it wise for you to drink?" He cautioned a brow, making you feel a bit flustered by both his accent and eyes.

"It's fine, it's not like anyone here would hurt me" You say softly, Waving your hand dismissively. His lips curving to a slight smirk at this-

"I don't think hurting you is what they would have in mind" Oh your face was bright red now- especially with the purr in his tone and look in his eye-

"W-Well if they asked I wouldn't be opposed I'm sure-" You manage to squeak out, drawing his gaze in. Before he gestured you to follow him, which you obediently did. Returning to his seat next to Shanks he pulled you to his lap which made your face crimson- The red head smiling at the sight.

"Didn't know all I had to do was smile to bring you over finally" He teased, Gesturing to yourself seated on his peers lap. You took another sip of your drink and shyly shrugged

"As I say, ask and you shall receive Shanks. Number one rule here" You quip back which earns a noise from Mihawk- seemingly a chuckle.

"Well if that's the case. Me and my friend here, both would love to take you out for the evening, to get to know you better. But you'd have to choose my dear"

"I-I wouldn't be able to choose-" You admit shyly, Looking between the two of you. Shanks laughing loudly at this as he bit his lip.

"What about both of us?" He chimed, something in his eyes made tour stomach warm. Maybe it was the underlying danger or the arousal but yoh nodded.

"Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt- It's a celebration afterall" You blushed, drinking more of the rum in your glass. The alcohol making your head buzz and warmth filled your body.

Mihawk squeezed your thigh as you were still seated on his lap.

"Deplorable as usual-" Mihawk grumbled, but his gaze did fall to you as you sat there blushing in-between the two men. His golden eyes practically staring through your soul, reaching forward and taking a peice of your hair in his hands and messing with it- Like he was trying to decide to go through with it. Once your big beautiful eyes settled on his, he sighed almost defeatedly.

"But I suppose a bit of sharing wouldn't be the worse" He said softly. Shanks smiling widely as he heard this and gave a proud laugh. Patting Mihawk shoulder in joy.

Shanks was the first to stand, pulling you up to your feet. Mihawks hand on the small of your back and lead you out of the bar and towards the inn. Mihawk tossing down some berry and guided you up to the given room.

Author Note!: ⚠️ Final Warning ⚠️ Once you go past this line. THERE IS NO RETURN! ITS ABOUT TO GET INFERNO SPICY- 18+ ultra mature!

Shanks and Mihawk stood on either side of you. Shanks was the first one to kiss you, it was gentle at first sweet even. It wasn't till you felt a tug on your blouse that the sweet kiss was broke, feeling him pull off your blouse as you felt your pants fall down to the floor. Realizing Mihawk had taken the time to undo them, along with your bra as Shanks smiled and pulled down your underwear. Blushing you felt a push as you fell onto the bed behind you.

You were laid there on the soft comforters of the local Inns bed, Blushing as the warm lights of the lanterns barely lit the room. But you could make out the two men staring at you like you were fresh prey infront of two hungry carnivores.

"How shall we go about this Hawkeye? Maybe a good game of tag?" Shanks said with a wicked smiled, Mihawk smirking as his gaze never left you and nodded.

Mihawk too the left while Shanks moved forward climbing into the bed with a grin as he found himself between your legs.

"He can't help but put everything in his mouth Darling" Mihawk said calmly playing with your hair as you moaned helplessly against his chest, Watching your face contort and shift from Shanks pleasurable torture. You could feel Shanks smirk between your legs as his mouth wrapped around your clit and sucked hard, crying out in pleasure as Mihawk captured your lips in a deep kiss. Wine filled your senses as you accepted the kiss, feeling him hungry mouth dominate your own.

Pulling away as Shanks pulled your hips with his arm, bringing your core closer as he seemed too lost in his meal to be concerned with the lost kiss between you and Hawkeye-

At being pulled down your face sliding down Mihawk's chest and to his waist, Blushing deeply as you laid infront of the Warlords tending pants. Mihawk smirking at your reaction as he gestured for you to proceed, not needing a cue you carefully undid his pants. Blushing as his large cock bounces out enthusiastically- opening your lips you took all of him in, Blushing at the feeling as he groaned above you.

You moaned as you bobbed your head up and down, the feeling of Shanks driving you to your upcoming orgasm, your legs starting to shake at Shanks talented mouth before he suddently pulled away. Chuckling at the whine you gave at the sensation even while Mihawk chuckled at you as well.

"Don't worry love~ I got something better~" You heard Shanks say sweetly. A shuffling of fallen clothes fell behind you as you felt Shanks hand rest on your hip and pulling you up to your knees while you chest still laid on the mattress before Mihawk.

Your thighs shake as you felt every inch of him slide into you, combined with still too high from his mouth earlier was just enough to cum right as he bottomed out. Moaning loudly against Mihawk cock and shaking.

"Aww~ She came just from me entering. So cute~" the Red head teased, making Mihawk even chuckle. Without time to even settle through your bliss you felt Ahanks hips start to move. Like a tidal wave, the shocked of ecstacy rushed through your body.

Shank hips started to sputter against you, still shaking from your previous orgasm that had your nerves on fire.

"You know I don't care for a mess Red Hair-" Mihawk grunted out, his pace quickening on your lips as you felt him hit the back of your throat, tears rolling down your cheeks as you felt Mihawk tughten his hold on your hair, pulling your lips as far down his member as possible as he came. Heat running down your throat as you felt Shanks pull out of you at the same time and spill on your back.

"Well done Darling~" Mihawk praised as he pulled himself from your mouth, smiling at the sight of you. Tears down your cheeks, lips red and bruised and panting. He pulled you up once more, this time placing you against Shanks chest.

"Very nicely done~" Shanks purred out, praising you for your skills. You only gave a bubbling moan at the sweet praise and Mihawk hands kneading your chest, drawing out moans sweet moans from you. Feeling Mihawk place kisses down your neck in reward for your moans.

"Think you can last one more round for us Sweetheart?~" Shanks sweetly asked, nodding softly even if you mind was fuzzy from your pleasure.

It felt like a blur but suddently you where on your back, Mihawk in turn sliding into you. Your back arching at the sensation as you gasped, he was bigger- Somehow or it was just how sensitive you were. As you laid there gasping you felt Shank touch your shoulder looking up as you saw his already hardened member before your lips, accepting him you felt him thrust into your mouth.

You felt your body bounce with each powerful thrust, sending Shank's cock deeper past your bruised lips. Another hard orgasm already building in your stomach as you felt Mihawk's relentless hips slam against your form,

A muffled cry left your sore throat as you felt warmth flood your mouth and core, spots scattered in your vision as you heard the muffled pants and groans of the two above you.

Mihawk was the first to pull out of you, his large hands securing you as Shanks did the same making cold air filling your lungs. Both men working gently to clean you up, whispering praise at you as they did so. Mihawk laying you down first on the cleanest part of the bed and covering your tired form in a blanket. You felt your eyes close, too tired to open them again as sleep was already starting to take over your form.

"We must share her once again" Shanks whispered, pushing some of your hair from your face. Carefully holding your waist with his hand. You could feel Mihawk nod in agreement as he settled you on his broad chest.

"I can't disagree with that" Mihawk whispered before sleep finally claimed you.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Playing Favourites

Arsenal Women x Child!Reader

Summary: You definitely have favourites in the Arsenal squad

Leah, as a football player, is very cool.

Leah, as a sister, is a bit annoying.

It's clear to everyone that you were the happy little accident of the family, so much younger than your siblings, but Leah especially enjoyed taking you everywhere with her.

It wasn't uncommon for her to kidnap you from Milton Keynes and make the long drive back to the Arsenal training grounds. Honestly, your parents kind of just accepted Leah's loud presence in your life without complaint.

She was quite annoying though, sometimes. Like now, when she woke you up super early to take you to practice with her.

You were grouchy and moody but looked especially cute in your Arsenal puffer jacket and your little hat.

"Come on, bean," She says, hoisting you up onto her hip as you lag behind.

"Leah," You whine," Tired."

"I know," She says," I know but we're gonna have a lot of fun today. I promise."

You groan anyway, going limp in her arms as she wanders into the locker room. She sets you on your feet as she changes and you groan again as you wander around in an exhausted haze.

You bump into Viv and give her the international sign of 'pick me up please' - grabby hands. She holds you a bit like you're a bomb about to go off but you're relieved all the same. Viv's comfortable and you're happy to rest in her arms.

Jen approaches. "Hey, baby Williamson," She says, reaching out to push your hair out of your face.

You make an annoyed noise and turn away, burying further into Viv - who relaxed slightly now that you've gotten comfortable.

"Oh, come on." Jen pops up on your other side. "You can't really be choosing Viv over me? I'm way more fun!"

You turn your head away again and shut your eyes. Your breathing slowly changes into soft puffs against Viv's collarbone and your head lulls.

Viv has to change her hold to make sure you don't go tumbling to the ground.

"Looking good Miedema!" Beth wolf whistles but Viv ignores her, focussed on making sure that your hat is firmly on your head.

You're kind of in a half-sleep state - still kind of awake to know that Viv is moving outside with you but asleep enough that when your eyes finally blink open again, you feel more well rested than when Leah got you bundled into the car this morning.

You rub at your eyes and stubbornly turn away from Leah when she comes over to grab you.

"Bean," She says in disbelief as you slip from her grasp and hide behind the better Lia's legs," Come on! Are you still upset?"

"She woke me up early," You tell Lia, who affectionately rubs a hand through your hair. "Meanie." You stick your tongue out.

Lia laughs. "Yeah, she is a meanie."

"Meanie!" You say again.

"Hey! I'm your sister! You can't call me that!"

"Meanie! Meanie! Meanie!" You stamp your feet and glare.

Lia laughs and hoists you up onto her hip when your sister goes to grab you. "Come on, bean," She says," Let's get away from this meanie!"

You spend a lot of training with Lia and you also branch out to Kyra too. You don't know her at all. She's very new to the team and she's Australian too, like Caitlin and Steph, so she's very exciting.

You kick the ball away from her, one hand wrapped tightly around her shorts so she can't run away from you.

"You're Leah's sister, right? y/n?"

You nod. "Uh-huh. You're Kyra."

"I am."

"You've got a cool accent," You say. You take her hand, swinging it back and forth," Let's be friends."

She sends you a silly smile, kneeling down to your level. "I know another little girl like you. Her name's Harper. You can't be much older."

You nod along. "Does that mean you know how to play?"

"I do know how to play. What do you want to do?"

You think for a moment before slapping her on the leg. "You're it!" You turned to run as fast as your little legs will carry you.

Kyra laughs as she runs after you, catching up to you a few times but dramatically tripping on her own feet when she's about to tag you.

You weave through the groups of girls training, ducking and dashing through their open legs so Kyra can't grab at you.

"Whoa, bean!" Steph says, grabbing you by your waist when you clamber through the gap between her legs," Be careful. I could have crushed you."

From the angle she's holding you at, you can't quite see Kyra yet. You don't know where she's going to pop out of so you try to push Steph's hands off of you, not at all in the mood to play her games.

"Whoa! You got somewhere to be, bean? You can't hang out with me?"

"Let go!" You say firmly, trying to push her hands off," Kyra's gonna get me. Let go, Steph!"

Steph sets you down at your insistence, glancing around, but doesn't quite relinquish her grip on you. "Sorry to break it to you, bean, but I think Jonas needs Kyra for something."

"Steph!" You groan as though it's her fault that Kyra could no longer find you.

"Sorry," She says," How about I play with you instead? That'll be fun, huh, bean?"

You roll your eyes, turning away. "No, Steph. You never play right."

With your game with Kyra suitably ruined by adult jobs and all of your running finally catching up to you, you end up near Lotte.

She's always nice and calm and lets you nap against when you're sleepy.

You're yawning when you finally make it over to her and the new girl. You recognise the new girl vaguely but you're very sleepy and Lotte looks nice and warm so you clamber onto her lap without thinking.

"Oh!" The new girl says, almost gasping at your sudden appearance.

"Leah's little sister," Lotte explains. She jostles you slightly. "Hey, bean, say hi to Alessia."

"Hi, Alessia," You parrot but your attention is waning and that's all the words they get out of you as you sag against Lotte's chest.

"I think I recognise her," Alessia says," Leah gave away her Euro's medal to her, after we won."

"I have all of Leah's medals," You slur, somehow still awake.

Your shirt's ridden up a bit so Alessia moves to pull it down, only to get her hands clumsily swatted away. "No," You say," No play. Sleep."

"Don't mind bean," Lotte explains," She needs a nap and Katie's favourite thing is pulling her shirt up and blowing raspberries on her stomach."

Alessia laughs and that rubs you the wrong way and you uselessly swat in her general direction. "Sleep," You insist," Night-Night."

You conk out pretty quickly on Lotte's chest when new-girl-Alessia finally quietens. You're not quite sure how long you were sleeping because you come back into awareness inside so there's no moving sun to see if you were sleeping a long time.

You recognise these arms though and you really don't want to be in them, given your rather sour start to the day. With your uncoordinated limbs, you try to push yourself away but the person holding you keeps readjusting their grip, keeping you trapped.

"No," You whine," No, wrong. Wrong."

"Wrong?" You sister laughs," What's wrong, bean?"

"You."

"Me?"

"Want the other Leah," You insist," Lia! Lia!"

"Give her here." You're transferred into the Lia you wants' arms and relax instantly into them, yawning and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"Oh, I see," Your actual Leah scoffed," I see, bean. Playing favourites? Really? You don't even have good taste. We all know I'm the superior LW."

"No!" You say stubbornly," Lia's the best!"

Lia laughs, hoisting you up further on her hip. "Well," She says," The bean has spoken."

[08melancholie]

Giddy up, Cowboy. — Micah Bell/Arthur Morgan.

tags: enemies to whatever the fuck they are, Toxic Yaoi type shit i love them oh god, Toxic Yaoi, Arthur Morgan Does Not Have Tuberculosis, Medium Honor Arthur Morgan, Micah Bell Is His Own Warning, Smut, Porn, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Gay Sex, Anal, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Switching, Tension, Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Spit As Lube, Semi-Public Sex, Hate Sex, but just a teeny-tiny bit of it, SORRY couldn't help myself i hate them both and i also love them, honestly fucking micah bell is like sex as self harm here is it not???, i think just liking micah is self harm tbh

summary: Part 2 of 'Patch up, Cowboy'/Morbell fic #1 Series; A few weeks after the 'homestead job incident'—as Arthur calls it—more tension ensues between the two cowboys, leading to a whole lot of sexual exploration for one night out.

a/n: i have the worst love/hate relationship sith these two guys its insane. i drew art of this btw (not the sex part but the tension before bcz yk i love tension...)

words: 3,010 | AO3 LINK — SERIES LINK (Part 1&2)

When did things get this out of hand?

Does being on your knees in front of the biggest asshole you know cancel out the fact you both hate each others' guts? Or, what about having your hand in-between their shoulder blades, looking down at them bent over for you? Arthur sure as hell wonders.

Time has been flying by all too slowly since what happened during the homestead robbery, or well, after the planned ambush that Dutch himself fell fooled to. There was always a horrible tension between the two men, just not like the usual where they'd see each other in camp and sometimes glare in distaste; they'd avert their gazes and hide themselves under their hats. This went on for weeks without stop, endless hiding and avoiding. But they couldn't avoid how it made their bodies feel.

It became such a frequent thing that they both started acting like it was normal to get yourself off at night at the thought of the other. Hell, even Micah started going to his tent earlier in the night, just for that.

Lucky for them, most of the gang members didn't notice anything weird about their demeanour to one-another—unlucky for them was that the only person who noticed, was the one that could complicate their situation.

As soon as the two of them arrived back into camp, Dutch had a clear idea that something happened, and the fact they wouldn't disclose what both worried and frustrated him. Nobody was saying anything, and they avoided each other like the plague. So, Dutch went down to the core of the situation—the two of them couldn't stand being around each other, so why not make them? Great thinking.

Dutch set Micah and Arthur together for night watch, ignoring the many protests from both men who were sat in his tent. "I don't want to hear it; if you won't tell me what happened that's caused this, this is the alternative."

Clearly, neither Micah or Arthur had the guts to admit to their leader that they get aroused when around one another, or simply thinking of each other. They silently stared at Dutch for a moment before he shooed them off to process his words and what they'd have to do tonight.

It was seriously like a death sentence for them, having to finally face the problem head-on. Alone, with nobody to bother them. Alone.

With every moment that the sun dipped further down the horizon, the nerves of the two men grew. Stood so close to each other, their foreheads painted in sweat and an uncomfortably tense silence hanging in the air. It's terrible, really. The entire night at the fire replays in their minds, and it makes night watch very hard, seeing as they can't focus to save their lives. It takes a few hellishly long minutes for the tense silence to be broken, by Micah. "Have a light, Morgan?" Arthur—reluctantly—looks over at the sound of Micah's accented voice, who was a cigar hanging in his mouth, already looking at him.

"Uh, yeah." Arthur reaches into his satchel for a matchbox, taking one out to light when Micah offers Arthur a different cigar, for him to take. Weirdly enough, since Micah would usually rather do anything but share even a simple cigarette. With confusion and caution, Arthur takes the second cigar and lights the match. He brings it up to his cigar when Micah gets up very close to him, and Arthur feels Micah wrap an arm around his shoulder, using the same flame to light his cigar at the same time, while looking at Arthur—which makes him feel the sudden tightness of his trousers just like the night before. Little goddamn tease.

When the cigars light and Arthur tosses the match aside, Micah doesn't move back to his previous spot. His arm falls off of Arthurs shoulder, but he says right next to him. A silence befalls them again, but its so much worse. Why do they do this to themselves? Get each other riled up like this? It isn't benefitting anyone currently; they're just standing around with their erections outlined into their trousers.

Well, Micah has a plan, it seems.

"I don't eva do this type'a thing, cowpoke," He takes a final puff of his cigar when it's almost used-up, tossing it to the dirt and crushing with his boot. "so I'd feel honored if I was you." He chuckles slightly, but Arthur is still confused by what he means. Micah cocks his head at the mans' confusion. "Come on, 'ya don't see it?" Arthur definitely feels the blood run up to his cheeks when Micah looks directly to his bulge, and has to hold back on covering it with his hands.

Well, not like Micah doesn't have one of his own; a goddamn massive one. "What're you implying, Micah?"

The blonde man chuckles again. "It's like'm talkin' to a virgin;" He decides to be blunt about it, seeing as Arthur is either playing extremely coy, or is clueless. "let's help each other out. Just tonight—never speak of it again."

And while it does make Arthur's blood split between going to his already throbbing dick and already red enough face, it isn't that horrible of an offer. Night watch almost never escalates, and they've got nothing to lose in this situation; only to gain. The fact that Arthur is considering the offer is enough for Micah to quietly snicker and fully face Arthur now. "Good, so that's a 'yes'," He comments, and Arthur doesn't exactly disagree. "Well then, on your knees."

"On my knees?" Arthur creased an eyebrow at Micah, who just scoffed and nodding in a 'duh' motion. Arthur wasn't too keen on it, but he couldn't run from the fact that he'd envisioned this multiple times before, and that acting off about doing such a thing was only lying to himself. And so, he does as he's asked.

He shuffles down to the grass below, the terrain not as harsh as he expected it to be. He looks up at Micah, whose got the most obvious outline in his trousers he's ever seen, straining against the material. "..Damn, Morgan." Micah can't help staring down at him, practically mesmerised.

After a long pause of mere eye-contact and Micah's clothed shaft twitching at Arthur, he reaches up to fiddle with the gun belt around Micah's hips, and he other man enjoys it throughly, letting Arthur work him freely, as he likes. The gun belt meets the floor on Arthurs level, and he slowly moves to the beige trousers that Micah almost always wears, sliding the zipper down and undoing the little silver button holding the clothing article together. His fingers trace the rim of Micah's pants before slipping into the waistband, pulling down the restraints keeping his erection at bay. It jumps up at Arthur when Micah's trousers sit the floor, a small string of precum connected to the boxers around Micah's ankles that slowly drips down the red tip in front of Arthurs face. He's more thick than long, about average for all Arthur knows.

Micah is watching every nimble movement Arthur makes like a hawk, how he slowly undresses him and how he gawks at his cock, as if trying to figure it out. It brings a brief, huffy laugh out of Micah, looking down at Arthur in this position he can't help feeling even more turned on. "'Ya gonna start?" He breaks the silence up, licking his chapped lip that's long healed from the day at the homestead. Arthur clears his throat before sitting up on his knees to be on-level with Micahs hips, his rough hands sliding up Micah's slightly hairy thighs. Clearly, nerves are still pretty high about all this, but maybe a taste of whats to come will do Arthur good?

Has Arthur ever done this before? No, he was absolutely clueless on what he was doing. Has he had enough blowjobs to kind-of guess what he had to do? Possibly. He'll test that out. He gazes up to meet Micahs eyes as he leans closer to it, parting his lips slightly to peek his tongue out for a taste of the precum on Micah's tip. It's salty and slimy, connecting with Arthurs tongue as he licks a stripe up the head of it, earning a nice and low sigh from Micah, whose hand runs itself through Arthurs bangs and baby hairs, grabbing and tightly holding onto the brown strands as they fly out in every direction between his clenched fist. Arthur must be doing something right, surely. And so, he continues his slow, almost teasing licks up Micah's shaft, ending right at the leaky tip that twitches, begs him for more. And more he shall get.

"Fuuck, Morgan." Micahs hand pulls slightly on the brown hairs between his fingers, drawing him a bit closer. Dignity? What's that? Arthur's hands find the sides of Micah's thighs, still looking him directly in the eyes as his tongue makes a mockery of the twitchy cock in front of him—licking, kissing, hell, almost tempted to spit on it. It's like a twisted natural instinct that just makes him look like he knows what he's doing, how to tease Micah just right. You may call it revenge for all of Micah's own moments, some would say.

After a presumably long enough period of time, Arthur starts making his own self impatient—surprise, surprise. He parts his mouth enough to fit Micah's tip in his mouth, drawing a nice and long groan from Micah, Arthur getting his hair pulled a little harder by the man in response. "That's it," He hums quietly, feeling Arthur's tongue swirl around one time to gauge the blonde man's reaction—gaining a positive one, thankfully.

It's not long before Arthur has his cheeks hollowed—just to be filled by Micah's thick member until he's gone all in, his eyes narrowed and lidded, staring up at Micah when his lips almost meet the mans' stomach. It feels almost humiliating, but the lust somehow seems to very easily overpower any shame Arthur could be feeling about this—sucking another male off in the middle of camp, essentially. When Micah finally bottoms out in Arthurs mouth, he starts taking the reins; both hands on one side of the other man's head, gripping just enough to start moving to his own preferred pace. A few noises of discomfort from Arthur pass by Micah, who doesn't stop for a moment to remember that Arthur hadn't had any time to get used to Micah's whole length in his mouth—but Micah isn't considerate enough anyways, and being blue-balled so damn long really does bring some desperation and carelessness into a man.

Arthur's head bobs back and forth with a small grunt, his hands gripping onto Micah's outer thighs for life, trying to keep himself grounded while slowly losing himself in the moment. Without much warning—other than a soft groan and curse under his breath—Micah suddenly comes, painting the back of Arthur's throat in his spent. The man coughs and almost chokes when it happens, having been absolutely unprepared for it. Micah holds Arthurs head in place until he's got every drop running down Arthur's throat, only then letting his grip falter and withdrawing from the cowboys' mouth. "Well, that was somethin', huh cowpoke?"

Arthur gives himself a breather, coughing a few more times before he stands up to his full height, now towering over Micah once more. He curses under his breath as he tries to swallow the aftertaste down, before fully turning to Micah. "Think I've earned a turn." Micah looks at him for a moment before—somewhat reluctantly—starting to kneel. "Oh no, not that." Arthur grabs Micah by the shoulder, his strength unmatched by the other outlaw as he's spun and tossed around up to a nearby barrel, trying to look back at Arthur. "The hell is—"

He's shut up by the sound of metal, more precisely Arthur's belt unbuckling and trousers slowly dropping. Arthur tosses Micah's coat over his back to get a better view of just what he's doing, then pushes a heavy hand down the curve of Micah's lower back to arch him just slightly more. In Arthur's eyes, Micah is complying almost a little too freely to this, but he won't comment on that; as to not agitate him into leaving like the, usually selfish, asshole he can be. Arthur lets his garments drop with a sigh, feeling the cold night air almost instantly on his hot, throbbing cock that's already long leaking pre-cum.

A faint sound of spitting almost echoes through the woods around the area, a string of warm saliva dropping down on Micah's hole before it's circled around slowly by Arthur's finger. At least he's done anal before—God knows if Micah ever has, but judging by how he visibly clenches under Arthur's digit and how his hands dig into the wooden barrel underneath him for support, it's possible he hasn't. "Calm down," Arthurs leans down slightly to murmur, running a hand under the coat and undershirt Micah has on up his back, cold fingertips tracing his spine up to the space between his shoulder blades as he slowly eases a thumb into Micah, earning a small noise out of Micah, something between a hiss and moan. "loosen your muscles, it'll feel better." Arthur whispers, trying to almost guide Micah through this. Just why was he talking all sweet to him? Only God knows.

Micah manages to stop practically sucking Arthur's finger in, and the cowboy uses that as an opportunity to slip another in, earning himself another low moan from Micah which he rewards with a squeeze to the nape of Micah's neck where his hand now rests. "That's it," he adds when he scissors the two digits, trying to loosen Micah up as much as possible for his twitching shaft. Micah's sounds fill the surrounding nature, thankfully not loud enough to wake any camp members in the near radius. Arthur slowly withdraws his fingers before lining his tip up to Micah's anus, moving his hand to Micah's hip while the other rests between his shoulder blades to keep him in position. Micah is practically helpless under Arthur, the other man much stronger than himself which allows the cowboy to move him as he likes.

Arthur then circles his pre-cum over Micah's entrance with his tip, a little more lube just in case. He takes a moment, both to let Micah and himself brace for this, before he starts pushing his hips up to Micah's backside, Arthur's member slowly entering the others' body. He holds Micah in place and whispers really low words of encouragement to keep Micah from clenching and tightening too hard around him, easing each inch in and punctuating it with a small praise, either a word or squeeze of his hip and body.

Slowly but surely, Arthur close to bottoms out in Micah, who is gripping the barrel almost painfully hard to stay grounded. He hissed into his forearm and arches involuntarily with every one of Arthurs' filling movements, actually fairly enjoying the praise he receives from the man, surprisingly enough.

Arthur's hips finally come in contact with Micah's ass, fully sheathing his dick deep into the outlaws' guts. He takes a small breather, letting Micah adjust before he slowly pulls out to the tip, and slams back in. Micah grunts into his sleeve, biting down on his lip to keep himself as silent as possible with every slow yet deep repeat penetration from Arthur's length, who leans down and keeps his sweet, sweet praise up, mumbling low and encouraging words right next to Micah's ear as his cock repeatedly drills down Micah's asshole, skin slapping skin and ragged breathing filling the surrounding area, only ever interrupted by a low curse from Micah and rewarding praise from Arthur.

"I'm close, gonna let me inside?" Arthur suddenly breaks the silence that lingered for a moment, not faltering his rutting into Micah's ass once.

Micah manages to reply between all his little lewd grunts and groans, moans and mewls that spill like a waterfall. "Go right.. ahead, cowpoke.."

Arthur doesn't need much more clarification, he speeds up and leans back up to get a good angle on Micah, fucking into him a bit more roughly to get himself closer. Micah's moans and curses turn incoherent, words becoming fully intelligible to Arthurs' ears as he focuses on his pace and depth, while Micah moves a hand down to his already-newly-hard member to jerk himself to an orgasm.

These lewd noises could probably drive anyone away from camp that shouldn't be there, so technically, the camp isn't being exactly unprotected.

Soon enough, with a quiet 'shit!', Arthur connects his hips with Micah's backside and empties himself into the man, both hands moving to his hips to keep him there as his cock twitches deep inside Micah, every drop spilling into him. Micah gasps and jerks himself a few times before spilling into his hand, gasping for air as he reaches his second orgasm that night and Arthur leans down onto his back tiredly, his knees almost weak from what just went down. Their chests move in sync, heaving and trying to regulate their ragged and quickened breaths as Arthur slowly pulls out, reaching down to get his drawls and pants back on before clasping his gun belt on.

Micah recovers soon after as well, reaching down and covering himself as well as he wipes sweat off his forehead, finally grateful that the nights have gotten colder for once.

Micah picks his gun back up, with Arthur doing the same. They stand there for a quick moment, thinking back on whatever the hell just happened, when Arthur is the one of break the silence this time, turning his head towards Micah at almost the same time as the other cowboy.

"You have another cigar, Bell?"

"..Just one left."

"Maybe we can share."

Kudos on AO3 heavily appreciated!! Finally, the morbell fic is out of my goddamn drafts. I've wanted to finish this for weeks, but I've been worried about whether or whether not the writing was any good, considering I've never written this ship in a sexual setting—or written any gay sex before. But, nonetheless, needed to get it done. Hope it was good!

[cerezzzita]

Howdy howdy.

A little birdie told me requests were open and I had to ask: Can I request Dante with a s/o who’s a cowboy-themed devil hunter?

Love,

Rodeo

notes: and howdy back at you, Rodeo! my, can you guys believe that Rodeo, one of my favorite DMC writers of Tumblr, is here on my humble blog? geez, I got so so happy once I saw you here, please feel very welcome on my lil silly saloon!

this was very fun to make, not gonna lie, took most of the inspiration at my full-time Overwatch's Cowboy (a.k.a Cole Cassidy) lover period, and yeah, Dante with a Cowboy Devil Hunter s/o would be very funny to see hehehehe

i hope you enjoy the ride, Rodeo! <3

♡ tags: gender-neutral reader, no use of pronouns, no description of reader's appearance, Cowboy word is gender-neutral as well because yes everybody can be a Cowboy, some fluff I guess, Dante loves you so much and the end have a itty bitty angsty moment.

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

This man is over the moon, that's for sure.

We all know Dante had/have a thing for western-themed things (we're all looking at his chaps and cowboy boots in DMC4 at the moment), now imagine him having a S/O who's literally a Cowboy?

He's definitely lovestruck. 

Thinks you're badass, you are badass and no one's changing his mind.

Always mouth wide open of how impressed he is seeing you in action.

Now cut for him showing off as usual so he can impress you too. Don't we all love this man? 

He will wear Dr. Faust most 100% of the time you two go out on missions together. 

"Look, sugar! We match!"

Also had a blast of glee when you wore Dr. Faust once. 

Oh, and he'll wear — not to say steal — your hat too. Loving is sharing. 

Silly goofy cowboy-themed nicknames for you, but most are just romantic and/or cute. 

"I'm your huckleberry, honeypie~" "Indeed, you are, Dante." 

If you ever have a Southern accent, you'll see Dante blushing from pink to cherry-red when you're speaking. He thinks you're voice is so sensual.

Also, yes, please sweet-talk to him — whether in public or not, much for Vergil's dismay —, he'll be a happy demon purring puddle. 

"Who's my lil, sweet daredevil?" (Cut for Dante purring on the background)

Tell me you have a Devil Arm that's a lasso, by the love of Sparda. He'll be astonished and even more over the moon. 

And sure, he'll convince you — a.k.a make his infamous puppy dog eyes — to let him use it.

Yet he also planned to got stuck by it so he can flirt with you. 

"Looks like you got your price, honeysuckle?" "Dante, please, we're in the middle of a mission—"

It doesn't really matter how many Devil Arms you have on store, Dante will convince you to let him use, even if it's just for a bit. He'll let you use his, too, and yes he's mesmerized as heck seeing your proficiency with them. 

I dare to say, he's even more in love with you. 

Let's enter the angst field for a bit, with the classic "Dante knows you're badass yet he's afraid to lose you". He knows you're capable and strong, hell, that's one of the reasons he fell for you; but goddamn, what if you got hurt and he's not there to give you cover as he always does? Fuck, he doesn't even wanna think of the day you decide you're better off without him. 

"My ridin' will always have you there, Dante. Y'know I love you with my heart and soul of coal, honeybun."

He's crying and he's hugging you like it was the last time, that's for sure. He loves you like a country love song. 

Overall, Dante's your huckleberry, you're his honeypie, the love of his life, the step on his groove because you're so smooth. Have a very fun ride with this devilish cowboy! 

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[mist-touchedxiv]

Chapter 1

A warm wind blew across the plain, a welcome touch in the desert of Thanalan. However, it didn't provide any relief to the Hyur man who was being harassed by a group of bandits.

A solid kick to his stomach caused him to gasp as the wind was driven from his lungs.

"Ye gotta lotta nerve taking a drink from OUR well, scum," purred the cruel Mi'qote woman perched on the stone lip of the well in question. The rag tag group of intimidating men and women growled in agreement. A couple of bandits roughly picked up the man by each arm, one forcefully raised his chin so he could look the leader in the eyes.

"P-please..." the man wheezed weakly as the hot dry air began to fill his lungs again. "Th-this... well is the closest.... water source.... f-for my village... We don't have much-"

One of the bandits started to dramatically boo-hoo, a poor mummer's farce of the man's dilemma.

"Oy! I keep telling ye, ye need to do comedy," squawked another bandits delightedly, the others roared with laughter in agreement.

The bandit leader lazily stretched and crossed her legs on her perch. "Just consider us members of the community who are guarding the well. We have to make our vittles too. How about... 10,000 gil a moon? We'll also take other goods and sundries if you can't afford the coin."

"Th-that's impossible," sputtered the Hyur man. "We're only a small mining town! W-we can't meet that deman-" Stars exploded across the man's vision as the Mi'qote leader slapped him across the face.

As the pain and stars receded, the Hyur numbly noticed something strange behind the bandits. The sound of a loud slurp startled the leader who hopped with incredible alacrity off the well wall with a hiss. Somehow a tall man dressed in blue Doman clothing in a large straw hat had managed to approach the group unseen in the open wasteland. The assembled group couldn't help but stare nonplussed as the stranger took another deep slurp of the cool water from the well. Next to him, a thin long package wrapped in canvas rested against the well.

For a moment, a stunned silence filled the air, punctuated only by the breeze and the squeaking of the windmill that drew the life-giving water in the well. And the stranger's noisy drinking.

"O-oy! Who the hells is this git," barked the wannabe mummer, breaking the silence after a long beat. The gang's attention was now on the newcomer and they were feeling very tense.

The stranger wiped ran his thumb along his stubbly beard as he let out a satisfied sigh. He nudged up the hat and considered them with bright blue eyes. "Just thirsty," came the reply, his voice pleasant with an accent unfamiliar in Eorzea.

"You gotta pay a toll to use OUR well," growled a scarred Elezen. "Ye would do well not to end up like this unfortunate scum." He lashed out with his foot at the man they'd been bullying but found naught but air as he had crawled away during the silence.

The stranger in blue paid them no heed as he filled up a water skin calmly. A particularly rough looking Hrothgar stomped over to him. "Ye got dust in your ears," he roared as he reached a huge hand over to grab the stranger's hat. "I'll fi-" There was a sharp crack as the stranger suddenly lashed out with inhuman speed and drove the end of the wrapped package into the throat of the Hrothgar who let out a coughing mew as he fell over, his hand taking the hat with him to reveal a mane of black hair with azure streaks and two long leoprine ears. The wrapping fell from the package to reveal what appeared to be a Garlean gunblade sheathed, but the blade was slightly shorter and appeared to be missing the barrel.

"Hells... it's a Viera male..." breathed the gang leader as the rarity of such a pretty creature registered with her. He had to be worth something. A lot of somethings. Possibly more than their water scheme. To their credit, the rest of the gang seemed to have already come to the same realization and drew their weapons and began to surround the blue stranger.

The Viera put his hand on the hilt of his blade, readying himself. "Trust me... it's not worth it," he said quietly, sensing their intentions. "Walk away." The leader let out a harsh cackle as she nocked an arrow on her bow.

"Got ye dead to rights, now be a good pretty bunny and come with us," she purred, aiming to pin his foot. Didn't want to damage the goods too much.

The wind blew.

The wind mill creaked.

The villains brandished their weapons with unspoken threats of violence.

Crystalline blue eyes regarded their surroundings.

Suddenly, the wind died and the Mi'qote let the arrow loose.

Her aim was true, but the target was gone. In a flash of steel, the man had seemed to dance his way through the ring of bandits with the grace and power of a surging river. The Mi'qote blinked surprised, suddenly spinning around to find the Viera behind her.

She snarled "I got ye no-" She suddenly realized that her bow was no longer stringed, having been cut during the mad dance of the swordsman. With a definitive click as he fully sheathed his blade again, the ground shook slightly as the whole gang crumpled to the dirt. They were still breathing but were not having a good time.

Time seemed to standstill for eternity. Then the wind blew again and brought them back to the present.

".... Go," ordered the Viera and the gang complied, disappearing in a cloud of dust.

[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲

paring: yelena belova x gn!reader

tag(s): fluff, kinda sad, hurt/comfort, a bit of angst but not really (?), i love yel so much, she deserves the whole universe, it almost made me cry for some reason, i fucking love cinnamon girl

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 1.1k

note: i'm so happy with this one, it got me so emotional, i hope you guys like it as well. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. LOVE YOU ALL! <3

requests are open! + check my rule here + masterlist <3

You knew she had it pretty shitty growing, ‘pretty shitty’ didn’t even begin to describe her entire childhood.

She had the worst of the worst. Her entire life was a lie, the only normal days of her life were completely bullshit. So you completely understood her trust issues, her need to cut you off and distance herself from you. You understood why she did everything she could to push you away, but still you refuse to leave her side.

Yelena had a hard time admitting it aloud, but she needed you as much as her lungs needed oxygen, as much as a fish needs water, as much as a plant needs sunlight. But she was scared, scared of herself, of you, of her feelings. Everything was new to her, she needed time to adjust, to understand, to learn. But another part of her, the girl trapped in the red room, didn’t want any of it. That girl believed that it was better to be alone in this big cold world than have someone by her side, someone who would ultimately turn their back on her. And it would all be a big fat lie all over again.

Your mind trailed back to the very first argument the two of you had had. You couldn’t remember exactly what the point of it was, long forgotten in your memory. But what stuck with you was her choice of words.

[…]

“Oh, my god! Just leave! Leave like the rest of them,” she yelled at you, tears stung her eyes.

And at that moment everything became crystal clear, she wanted that fight. She had been looking for a way for you to leave her easily, a way out for you that would cause you no harm, all while she had to bare it for herself. That was how she wanted it, she preferred to hurt alone than have someone by her side who would ultimately shatter her to pieces.

You stood there for a second, raised your head tall and found her eyes.

“I’m not leaving,” slowly you moved closer to her, your hand reaching out for hers. “You hear me? I am not leaving,” you repeated, carefully saying every word so she would understand. “I am not going anywhere, okay? I’m right here.”

Her eyes were fixed on you, tears already rolling down her cheeks, and then she crumbled into your arms. You held her tight against your chest, caressing her hair, whispering sweet nothings.

[…]

You felt warm spreading through your chest at the memory, snuggling your head into the crook of her neck, seeking for her warmth. You closed your eyes as another memory came to your mind.

[…]

“I just… I don't think this is going to work out,” she said, her russian accent got thicker as she spoke slowly.

“What? The movie?” you chuckled, clueless as to what she was referring to.

“Us, Y/n. I don’t think we are going to work out,” this time she had the courage to look at you.

“And why is that?” you knew why she was saying it, but sometimes you knew she needed to express her feelings so you could say the words she needed to hear.

“You know why. I carry a lot of shit, and it’s not fair for you or me to be in this situation. I believe it would be better if we just—.”

You cut her off, not waiting to hear anymore. “Would you like that? Would you like for me to leave right now? Just say the world and I will,” you said, not angry, not hurt, more like you stated.

“I… I mean…,” she didn’t find the words because she didn’t want you to leave, but she couldn't admit it aloud.

“You know what, Yel, you try to push me out. But I just find my way back in,” you cupped her cheeks and she closed her eyes, finding comfort in your touch. “Everytime you find reasons for me to walk away, I just find more reasons to stay,” a tear rolled down her cheek which you gently wiped away with your thumb. “I already told you, Yelena. But I will keep on repeating it as many times as you need to hear it: I am not going anywhere. You are stuck with me, okay? You are not getting rid of me that easily,” you joked in hopes that she would find the last part funny.

She did, she giggled as her eyes shot open to find yours already looking at hers. She pecked your lips once, then twice, as if making sure you were real. And once you didn’t evaporate in front of her eyes, she properly kissed you, rough cold lips against soft warm lips.

[…]

You smiled at the memory, as another one popped in your brain.

[…]

“You know this is new to me right?” she whispered, not sure if you were already sleeping or wide awake.

“What? Cuddling?” you joked, turning around to face her.

“Ha, ha, very funny. Not that, this,” she gestured around with her hands, but she wasn’t referring to the place.

“I know… I know,” you whispered, trailing the features of her face with your fingertips.

“Like…,” she struggled to find the right words. “Like if you hold me without hurting me, you’ll be the first who ever did.”

Your heart sank at her words. How can someone so perfect as her, so worthy, so full of life be as broken as her. She didn’t deserve this, any of it. If you could just give her, the sky, the stars, the sun, the moon and the entire universe, you would. She deserved that and more. But you couldn’t, so you had to settle to love her in every way you possibly could.

“I’m deeply sorry, my love. I truly am. But I’m here now, okay?” you leaned into her. “I’m here and I will always be. You won’t ever have to be alone again.”

“Hold me, love me, touch me, honey,” she embraced you tightly. “Be the first who ever did,” she kissed the top of your head, letting sleep take over her.

[…]

A tear rolled down your cheek at the memory, which Yelena noticed as the drop landed on her shirt.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” her soft raspy voice reached your ears.

“Oh, nothing,” you sat on the bed, quickly wiping away your single tear. “I was just thinking,” you chuckled.

“What were you thinking about?” she smiled at you, but you could sense some worry in her tone.

“I was just thinking how lucky I am to be here with you,” you sniffled, looking at her with loving eyes. “Hey do you wanna go out? I want to take you out on a date,” a smile formed on your face.

“What for?” she chuckled, cupping your cheek.

“Can’t I just take my lovely girlfriend out on a date?” you couldn't hold back the smile on your face. “Come on, get your sexy ass off of the bed, I’m taking you out.”

“Okay, okay, I’m going,” she said, unable to hold back her smile as well.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

[desired-fantasy-writings]

Mixture Of Headcanons - Maxime Le Mal

Requested by: Nobody

Warnings: Sexual headcanons below NSFW cut

Readers Gender: Gender Neutral

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Fanfic Genre: SFW and NSFW

Word Count: 737

A/N: As I'm writing this, I feel a tad embarrassed and confused that somehow a badly written French cockroach villian man pulled me out of my 2-3 year writer's block. Wtf-

Anywaysss, onto the regular headcanons and some relationship headcanons, a mixture of things.... for this whimpy whiney shit (I say this lovingly.)

[Headcanons and some ramblings in the tags contain some spoilers. If you haven't watched DM4 yet feel free to swipe by this]

SFW

• Mans will not shut the fuck up about himself, how great he is and how everyone else fucking sucks and he's perfect in every way. VERY sassy, self absorbed, snobby, has anger problems (obvious), and secretly clingy. He thinks he's the shit. You'll just have to... "indulge him" by listening to every small thing he got bothered by that day. Every little thing can set him off. Cannot let grudges go.

• Obviously his thing is that he talks with his hands... a lot. It's one of many ways to tell what type of mood he's in at that moment. Frantic, heavy hand movements, and fingers twitching? He mad. Quick bursts of movement, doing quick little claps and finger tapping? For sure in a good mood.

• Maxime cannot hide his emotions, like at all. One of his weaknesses. He's VERY animated with his body language and voice.

• Many people will not agree with this one, so bare with me. From my own observation he has many traits and behaviours of someone who has a undiagnosed narcissistic disorder, or some other type of undiagnosed personality disorder. [This is just a headcanon of mine please don't jump me- 😭]

• By his fascination and obsession with bugs, I wouldn't be surprised if he was autistic or ADHD... or not, idk. He kinda act like me fr.

• I can imagine when he was still partly cockroach he wore gloves due to increased sensitivity, before the transformation he only wore them as a fashion choice. After AVL de-transformed him, they couldn't reverse everything. What was left was the antennas, some of his strength, and the heightened sensitivity - even afterward he still continues to wear gloves to prevent himself from overwhelming his senses.

• Seen many people theorise that Maxime feels phantom pain often and a great need to spread his non-existent wings and extra limbs after the de-transformation. It makes a lot of sense... It's quite interesting, as sad as it is...

• Fixing, fiddling, and tinkering with anything is one his ways to calm down, also could be considered a type of stim. Uses his cane for the same purpose. Maxime has to fiddle with something in his hands or he'll get absolutely fidgety and agitated with the extra amount of energy he has built up. Often wants someone to be by him as he tinkers and talks away.

• Has a fine taste in fashion (maybe not the giant ahs green coat he has.. but it find it cute.) The outfit he has at the end of the movie though? GAWDDDDDD where do I ever start? BLUEEE IS HIS COLOURRR. (Alsoooo I 100% believe his outfit was inspired by Balthazar Bratt, btw-)

NSFW below the cut! Don't read if it makes you uncomfy.

NSFW

• Soooo his voice... he's well aware people find accents a turn on, so uses it to his advantage when he sees fit ...And on his partner especially (let's just pretend Valentina isn't in the picture). Often when he wants their attention he slows his speech, making sure to drag out every word he says as he flirts with them, letting his French accent go on full force - seeing if he can get any reaction of them. As he does he impulsively switched between English and French. If his partner don't know a single bit of French.... Just for fun he'd speak so many dirty words to them in French, often leaving them confused trying to figure out what he just said to them. If they do speak French like he does, it's fair game. If he doesn't get a reaction out of his partner, he'll keep being persistent til they do, the man does NOT give up easy. (Being mean and teasing his partner is 100% his love language.)

(If his partner have a voice kink, and Maxime finds out, good luck never having a moment of silence ever again-)

• Maxime's kisses are so divine. IT'S not because he's french and that's the stereotype... But he certainly does live up to it. How he kisses his partner can determine how he's feeling in that moment, either wanting attention and love from them... or more, his kisses leaving them a gasp every time. There's never a dull moment, especially when he dips them out of nowhere to give them the best french kisses... Also best be careful, he bites. ;)

• I can see him being the type of man to not rush things, but make it so painfully saken slow for his partner til they break and can't stand it. He loves to be in control, and controlling when his partner can have what they desperately need for some sort of release... He thrives off of it. Torturing them and watching his partner squirm and beg is one of his greatest pleasures.

(If his partner "wrestles with him" and wins, which most of the time unlikely... Maxime's all theirs, their in control now. His partner can do whatever to him.... But careful, he likes to fight back.)

• Will make his partner suffer by making them watch him please himself, knowing how much his partner needs him and want to please him as they watch, struggling to stay put. He just smirks and chuckles the whole time, his accent tickling his partner's ears, adding even more to the torture and pleasure they'd feel later on.

• With how expressive he is, he does not hide it at all in the bedroom. From groans, moans, growls, whines - this man does everything. He feels no shame showing his partner how much they affect him. The look of amusement that covers his partner's features hearing him being so loud gets him even more turned on.

• Is very grabby. By the end of it his partner will be covered in scratches, bruises, hickies, and bite marks. Maxime is surprisingly stronger than he looks, easily pinning his partner down with his skinny frame. Can grip too hard sometimes. When this man gets horny.. HE'S horny.

• Maxime's antennas are extremely sensitive... According to him in DM4. I can imagine them being an extremely sensitive erectile zone if rubbed just right. Depending on his mood it can either go both ways - a wholesome cuddle session with his partner... Or they'll be in either of each other's lair for the rest of the day not leaving the bedroom.... His partner is in for an aggressive, loving ride. I can imagine his antennas twitching more too.

• Maxime is thicker than most. Has an average length just enough to be comfortable with, but his girth will definitely take some getting used to at first. It starts curved upward from the middle, has many veins and textures for his partner to experience.

• Is a very cleanzy man, trims himself quite nicely just enough to have lovely peach fuzz.

• If his eye twitches when he's angry..... Imagine it twitching as he gets close, ahahahah...

• Again, WILL NOT, shut up. Not a single moment will there ever be a silent moment. Talks SOO much shit, so much filth it can honestly get overwhelming with how much he is saying as he pounds into his partner. He's such a little shit as he does this. He knows exactly what to say to get them squirming, whimpering and their blood pumping.

• It's hard to understand him half the time - his English words getting mixed with his native tongue French. In the heat of the moment it's incredible to see, seeing him get so into the intimate moment between his partner that his words get all jumbled up because of them~

A/N: I have so many more ideas and theories for this french fella. I may or may not write more.... If the people demand for it... 👀👉👈 (Hold me accountable plz I'd hate to go into an writer's block again-) I'm pretty rusty from writing atm I'll probably rewrite this a bit later.

[klanceyuri]

lazy day

summary: Tango goes to work sick, his lovers/co-workers do not approve of this and take it upon themselves to help him feel better

tags: mild sickfic, cuddling, just a lot of fluff!

authors note: yes this is propaganda for the @tangotekshipbracket yes i am once again asking you all to vote Poly Postal, remember kids! for every round they advance i'll write a fic for them! that said hope ya enjoy

Tango feels like shit. Stuffiness blocking up his head and an achy throb in his veins. He hasn't gotten sick like this in a long time, he was sure that the body heat would burn out any illness before it could take effect.

Guess not.

He still trudges to the post office on shaky feet, he's gotta make it to work. He needs to. They can't be the Postal Pals if he isn't there to be the third member.

But when he arrives they don't look happy to see him, Etho's fur stands on end and Pearl looks vaguely horrified. Is he reverting to something less human? Is he still a human? Or is he just really, really sick?

"Tango what are you doing here?" Pearl asked as she practically ran over to him, holding his face gently only to recoil at the heat.

"I'm here to do some work," Tango answered with curtly.

"God, Tango, you look like shit," Etho sighed out.

"Thanks."

"You don't need to come to work if you're sick," Pearl said, practically urging that he doesn't. Is he gonna listen to her? Pshaw, no way, he's got work to do.

"I'll just do less today," Tango said, "C'mon, I'm fine."

"You're a fire hazard right now," Pearl laughed a bit as she spoke, "Tango, go take a soak or something, cool off for a bit."

"But-"

"No buts! I'm calling off the days work so we can go swim the lake."

"I didn't bring a bathing suit..."

"I have spare suits for all of us so you can get it wet."

-/-/-/-

A cold soak doesn't work miracles in the way Pearl hoped it would but it definitely cleared up the congestion in Tango's head. He looks less like he'll keel over at any given moment and more like he just needs a nap.

"Feel any better?" Etho asked from the shore, refusing to submerge himself any further than the knees because it takes forever for all nine tails to dry out. He enjoys watching Pearl and Tango float in the deeper end regardless of that.

Tango raises a hand to give a thumbs up from where he rest laid on Pearl's back. She also gives a thumbs up from where she floats just under the surface, fully submerged aside from the fin on her tail. Sea creatures, Etho doesn't understand them.

"The waters great!" Tango called out voice still somewhat hoarse but enthusiastic regardless.

"I'm sure it is!" Etho called back to Tango.

Pearl swam her way back to the surface, holding up Tango so he wouldn't sink. "Really, Etho! It's amazing, you gotta try it!"

"I think I'll have to pass," Etho said, "Takes forever to get my tails dried off."

"I can help!" Tango said.

"You're sick!" Etho shot back.

"Burning off excess heat helps make me not as sick."

"Alright, alright, I'll do some swimming."

Both Pearl and Tango shout a brief 'yay!' as they watch Etho trudge ever closer before reverting to doggypaddling out to the deeper ends. His tails float on top of the water until he flops onto his back to starfish float.

"Happy?" Etho asked.

"Very," Tango answered with.

Pearl splashed Etho with water and watched with glee as he sputtered and tried to splash her back.

-/-/-/-

Etho spends the rest of the day chatting with Pearl, Tango curled up in the expanse of his tails. Slowly but surely drying them off, water evaporating under the heat of his body. Potential illness be damned Etho wouldn't deny a free snuggle session, especially not with Pearl painting his nails at the same time.

Bright colors, brighter than expected on him. A simple striking red with a white accent on his pointer finger. He liked it, reminded him of home.

"Hey, Tango?" Etho began quietly, shifting a tail as he spoke.

Tango gave a small sleepy sound, "Yeah?"

"How you holding up, bud?" Etho asked.

"'M still sick, feeling better though," Tango answered with before curling up even more in the coils of Etho's tails, his arms wrapped around Etho's waist.

"Don't worry, we'll be here all day long for ya," Pearl said with a grin on her face.

Tango lets out a small laugh-esque sound against Etho's back, "Love you guys."

"Love you too," Pearl said, "So does Etho."

"Yep," Etho said as he propped a tail a bit more to act as a pillow for Tango's head. Sick as he may be this is nice, they'd rather be doing this then doing work any day of the week.

[spideronthesun]

Writemas Challenge

Day Fifteen

Well, hello everyone! Thank you for tagging me @melpomene-grey I invite everyone to check her beautiful story — it's truly worth it, you are going to love it! And I also have been tagged by @satohqbanana whose writing I am in love with and you are definitely up for some great storytelling!

I've been incredibly busy with this round of edits. I have been working on them nonstop, and I don't think that I am catching a break any time soon. However, once I saw these prompts written by @agirlandherquill, I knew that I had to do one of those myself!

I wanted to write something very sweet and wholesome. And also with a little bit of romantic yearning on the side to tickle your fluff bone!

"Trust me. Trust me. Trust. Me. That's all I ask of you."

Danielius stared at Medeina. It's not like he did not trust her. He always trusted her completely, as though his life depended on her. It was as if he couldn’t make decisions without her, as if she were his oxygen. There was an undeniable pull towards her from the very first moment they met. Have you ever experienced that feeling when you meet someone, that they’re destined to play an important role in your life? Well, this is what happened to Danielius.

At the summer fair, they bumped into each other, and the kite slipped out from her fingers. He caught it, the camera swinging around his neck. He was taking photographs of people that day; everyone seemed to be so happy, overjoyed when dancing in front of the stage, interacting with their friends and loved ones, and sharing a meal with one another. But he was missing something from his life, his own blue eyes empty, and bereft of hope. College made him unhappy, and he felt lost, without a meaning in life.

Medeina thanked him so silently that in order to catch her words he had to lean in closer, but it was her smile that he remembered the most from that day. How beautiful it was, lighting him up from the inside. His heart skipped a beat. He pressed the button on his camera to capture that moment, but his battery ran out, and he just ended up dropping it back into his backpack. It felt as if, at times, the memories were a powerful thing, etched into your very soul core. Shyly, she hid her face behind her hands, and that same night, Danielius learned Medeina had just moved to the new town and hardly knew anyone. Making sure she didn’t get lost amongst the strangers, he followed her around. Danielius held her hand in his to keep her close.

One night, as he looked out the window, he saw a couple of stars up in the sky. It brought back memories of how, since childhood, Danielius had always been told that the deceased eventually went on to become stars. Thinking it was his mother up there, staring at him behind the neighbor’s roof, he prayed with his hands clasped, and hoped that she could help him figure everything out. She sent Medeina to him.

He often found himself flipping through old photo albums, smiling at the pictures of his mother holding him, while wishing for a day when he would hear from her again. Though he could never remember her voice. But she always smelled of garlic and horseradish. And how she used to stroke his blonde hair as Danielius drifted off to sleep. Mom would tell him bedtime stories, and sometimes, when she thought he wasn’t listening, she would confide in him that he, alongside his brothers, were her most treasured possessions.

Danielius was so terrified that one day, he would wake up and not find Medeina by his side. He won’t have these days anymore where they spent rolling in the fields, with his head resting against her side, nestled under arm, as she was dressed in her blue linen dress that perfectly accented the beauty of her eye color. As she gently caressed his shoulder, they would both close their eyes, and they dreamed of their future together. At least he did. How he was going to build them a house where they could live together and dance in their living room to sixties music.

While some might argue that if he had lived eighteen years without her, then surely he could continue living without her now. No. Danielius had only truly begun to live when Medeina came into his life. He felt like he couldn’t imagine life without another thunderstorm, nor could he live without counting his blessings whenever she smiled at him, especially that little dimple on the left corner of her mouth. Sitting on the bench outside the local store, enjoying ice cream, and stealing bites from each other’s cones. Sometimes, he found himself wondering what it would be like to kiss her. Just as if she could somehow read his thoughts, she would smear some ice cream on the tip of his nose and then run away. And later laughing, like never before, feeling lighter and happier than he ever thought possible, at 2 am.

God, please, don’t let him lose her. Please, God, please. He will do anything.

“I do trust you,” Danielius finally said. “I’m just going to miss you.”

Medeina plopped down on the bed next to him and wrapped her arms tightly around him. It felt as if the sunset was taking the sun away along with her. No wonder the weather forecasts predicted two weeks of rain. “I will write you letters, and I will ask the dandelions to carry them all the way to you.”

“Everyday?”

“Everyday." Medeina nodded and laughed.

“And I want you to be careful out there,” Danielius said. “I don’t want anything bad happening to you.”

“I’m just going to visit my uncle!”

“Still,” Danielius said. “It doesn’t mean that I’m not going to worry about you.”

“I will be back before you know it. Promise me you won’t get into trouble.”

“Pfft, you know me,” Danielius said.

“Yes, I do,” Medeina said and bopped him on the nose. “Remember, only two spoons of sugar, not three!”

Danielius hugged her once more. These next two weeks would be hard. Each morning, he would wake up and peek under the window, hoping the dandelions had delivered a letter for him. Perhaps he could sweet talk the dandelions into eavesdropping on conversations. They’d inform him of when Medeina was coming back. Danielius planned to wait for her at the train station, holding a red rose in his hand. Just a flower for his most beautiful flower of them all.

He had it all figured out. Except, one thing.

He was unable to confess his feelings to her.

[anamoon63]

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

A set of 20 questions to get to know your OC!

For this one I chose Anika, she was born in game, but she's the daughter of Allan Wilson, my most important Sims 4 OC, (if not the only one, lol), so I consider her an OC as well.

I was tagged by @matchalovertrait. Thank you very much for thinking of me. 🤗💗

Anika Wilson

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

Anika's greatest fear is losing her parents, especially Allan, with whom she's very close.

Do they have any pet peeves?

She hates school, mostly doing homework, lol.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Her phone, her computer, and her diary (all three indispensable to her).

What do they notice first in a person?

The way they look, and whether they're kind or not.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

If it is physical pain, maybe a 5, if it is emotional, due to her difficult childhood and her parents' problems, she has developed some tolerance, so it would probably be an 8.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

It depends on the situation, if there are many people around, it is almost always flight mode.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Anika's family (The Wilsons) is rather large, six in total. She's definitely a family person and loves her own.

What animal represents them best?

Probably a cat, because she is a bit spoiled, requires a lot of attention, and sometimes isn't very sociable.

What is a smell that they dislike?

She hates the smell of alcoholic drinks, as they bring back very bad memories.

Have they broken any bones?

No, and let's hope it never happens to her.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Daddy's girl, a little spoiled, shy, cute and smart.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

A morning bird, mostly.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

She loves everything sweet and dislikes bitter flavors.

Do they have any hobbies?

Yes, she likes to read, write and paint.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

Anika is rather shy and not very sociable, so she doesn't enjoy parties much, let alone surprises. She hates awkward or embarrassing situations, so she prefers to know what is going to happen at every moment.

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Not really, just her earrings and occasionally a watch, but Anika focuses more on clothing than accessories.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

More like messy. Although she loves to write and, as a child, her greatest dream was to become a writer.

What are two emotions they feel the most?

Energized and Flirty. (In game emotions)

Do they have a favorite fabric?

None in particular, but she likes fabrics that are pretty and comfortable.

What kind of accent do they have?

Wow, I really don't know, but I imagine living in Del Sol Valley must be something like living in Hollywood, California, so a California accent, maybe? 🤔

And that would be all, note that some of my answers came more out of how I imagine my character, rather than what you can actually see in game.

Bonus: Two more pictures of Anika, with her siblings at high school prom, and with her beloved Alexander.

Thank you so much again @matchalovertrait for tagging me, this was a lot of fun! 🥰

I'm tagging @expirisims, @changingplumbob, @berrycactus, @bool-prop, @dandylion240, @kimmiessimmies , @nocturnalazure, @sweetpyxels, @treason-and-plot , @miss-may-i , @sharona-sims and anyone else who wants to do this. ☺️

[blues824]

Hi, I’m having a rlly bad day with a certain person in my life yelling so much. Could I have a Simeon comforting the reader please? (If you can, could you add Mammon, Satan, and Beel?) I’m just tired of them yelling at me for being stupid and then asking me why I have a low self esteem :’)

If you can’t, it’s completely fine!

I've had that experience, and I don't really have any advice. Just know that you, my Will-o'-the-Wisp, hold a very dear place in my heart. You are beautiful, you are smart, and you are kind.

Mammon

When he sees you crying in your room, you bet your ass that he is going to be angry at whoever made you angry. 

However, you take first priority and he will pick you up in his arms (size doesn’t matter; he’s a demon, he can carry anybody)

He will carry you to his room, where he will calm you down to the point where you are able to speak again.

Then, he will give you two choices: watch movies or go on a drive with him to forget about whoever yelled at you and made you upset

If you chose to watch movies, he will put on any movie of your choice on and will cuddle you on the couch

He will give you a back massage so that you can relax and truly enjoy the film.

Mammon lays you down on top of him and places your head on his chest so that you can listen to his heartbeat.

Eventually, you are lulled to sleep and Mammon spends his time admiring how peaceful you looked after a stressful and emotional day.

If you choose to go on a drive with him, he will give you permission to be the DJ and you both just scream the lyrics to a few songs

He will drive as long as you want him to, and he doesn’t even complain about how much gas costs because you are more important to him than any price tag.

He will snap a few pictures when you fall asleep in the passenger’s seat, but he won’t post it anywhere. No one besides him gets to see you this vulnerable.

Satan

He was angrier than Mammon when he saw the tears running down your angelic (see what I did here?) face

His hands gently went to wipe your tears away and calm you down with his surprisingly soft touch, despite the wrath that was burning within him.

Satan will gently lead you to his room, where he clears his bed and lays you down. He will shush you if you try to explain why you are sad.

In his mind, it doesn’t matter why you are upset; what matters is that he needs to either cheer you up or allow you to go to sleep.

Either way, he is reading to you after he places a warm, damp cloth on your eyes to help the muscles around your eyes relax.

If you choose the funny book, then he will use different pitches and accents to portray the different characters to get you to laugh… or at least smile.

To Satan, there was no other sight as beautiful as you with an amused grin on your face.

If you choose the relaxing book, then he will use a very calm tone to read to you. It’s probably something like Winterwood or something.

No matter what you chose, once you were on the brink of falling asleep, you called him over to lay and cuddle with you.

Mans all but dove under the covers and pulled your body towards him, happy that he succeeded in his mission to make you feel better.

This was just another piece of evidence for him to realize that he isn’t just Wrath, but he’s Satan; two completely different entities. After all, he was able to cheer you up instead of acting on his anger towards whoever made you upset in the first place.

Beelzebub

He is worried when he sees you running to him with tears in your eyes, and he receives your charge with open arms

He will pick you up with ease and carry you out of the kitchen (which was where you were) and take you to his room where he places you on his bed and asks what’s wrong.

If you choose to tell him, then he will listen to you with his undivided attention. He will wipe the tears from your eyes as well.

He brings out a huge bin of snacks that he saves for moments like these (he forces himself not to eat them for you)

The only question is what you wanna do: do you want to watch something or just sleep? Whatever makes you less upset, Y/N.

If you choose the show, then it will most likely be an episode of Heaven’s Kitchen, starring Rordan Gamsey. 

When you see the celebrity going around and insulting people, you start laughing because of how creative the names are.

If you choose to just go to sleep, Beel will place your head on his broad chest and you will go up and down along with it as he breathes.

You fall asleep first since Beel is a bit busy quietly finishing the snacks you didn’t eat, but he doesn’t feel very hungry either way.

Either way, he is glad that you are a bit happier than you originally were. It means he did his job as your boyfriend

All in all, pretty good comfort character. 10/10 would recommend.

Simeon

He was a bit concerned when he got a text from you asking him to come over to the House of Lamentation 

When he gets to your room and hears sniffling coming from the other side, he gently opens the door to see you curled up on your bed and crying.

He rushes over and pulls you into his arms. When you realized that it was Simeon, you buried yourself into his chest.

He briefly pulls away and takes your face into his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs and placing kisses all around your face.

Then he gives you a choice: you both can either stay there until you fall asleep, or you can come with him to Purgatory Hall and sleep there.

If you choose to stay, Simeon asks Solomon to pack a bag for him and bring it over. Ain’t no way he is going to leave you alone for even a second.

As you both lay in your bed, he will pull you close to him and quietly talk to you. His calming voice never fails to soothe you.

Eventually, you fall asleep. Simeon couldn’t help but think you were absolutely adorable, and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before falling asleep himself.

If you choose to go over to Purgatory Hall instead, then he will tell the other two residents that you were staying over.

Upon arrival, you get a tight squeeze from a small angel. There’s also cupcakes waiting for you on the counter.

The older angel brings the treats and you to his room, where he tells everyone to not disturb either of you. 

From there, he will lead you to his bed, where you get in first. He follows suit and wraps his arms around your torso.

Either way, you fall asleep and Simeon feels accomplished as an archangel. He saved a human from emotional distress, a human that he loves by the way.