#Main: ~Trickster's Kisses~

[trickyxkisses]

“I AM BACK! WHAT DID I MISS DURING MY TRAINING ARC!?!”

[beah388love]

You get Lost…

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Pairing: Daddy!Loki x Little!Reader

Summary: you get lost…

Warnings: crying,lost,swearing,bad language,dark room,age regression!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

You was walking around the palace until you saw an entrance way you had never noticed before..

You walked through curiously and automatically got lost as you looked back and there was four other entrances.

You panicked and walked in a random direction hoping for the best.

You saw a door that looked familiar and pulled it open walking in, but when you saw it was an empty dark room you panicked and tried to leave but the door locked.

You panicked and began pulling down in the door repeatedly as you cried.

“No! Daddy?!” You screamed through a sob when you looked back at the pitch dark room.

You cornered yourself in the corner of the door and sobbed.

Trying to keep your eyes focused on the dark abyss but your tears kept blurring your vision.

“Daddy…” you choked through cries and held your heart when you began panting. You felt like you was about to have a panic attack.

You absolutely hated the dark it was one of your biggest fears.

You always slept with a nightlight or Loki would magic a soft light portray of sheep on the ceiling, as they were being counted to help you fall asleep.

So this was your worst nightmare.

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“Where is my angel?” Loki asked one of the servants and he shook his head “I don’t know sir”

“I last saw her in the main hall” he said as he thought.

Loki nodded as he walked to the hall and looked around for you but you was nowhere to be found, he was starting to get worried.

Usually he would hear giggling or your little feet tapping on the ground but he heard nothing.

He looked around the whole palace and found nothing.

He was swearing to himself as he quickly walked through the same hall again and bumped into Thor.

“Loki..are you okay?” Thor asked when he saw lokis panicked face.

“I can’t find y/n! I’ve checked the whole palace!” Loki panicked as he ran his hand through his hair.

“I’ll help you” Thor said and they both looked around together until, Loki saw the storage room entrance and his eyes widened.

You had never been in there before…maybe you didn’t go in there?

He shook his head and walked in there anyway just in case.

And that’s when he heard it.

Your sobs.

“Fuck! Angel I’m coming!” Loki said loudly as he ran towards the door he could hear you from.

He tried to open the door but swore to himself when it didn’t open.

“Shit!” He swore as he let go of the handle

He used his magic to quickly form a key and unlocked the door, you sobbed as you looked up at him.

“Daddy!” You cried and he sighed in relief as he instantly wrapped his arms around you.

“Shh,shh…daddy’s here” he whispered into your ear softly as he stroked his hand up and down your back.

He took you out of the pitch black room and shut the door again.

“is dark-“ you cried into his neck and he kissed you on the head stroking your hair.

“It’s okay…it’s okay angel..it’s not dark anymore” Loki reassured you but you still cried, trying to catch your breath properly.

“I’m so sorry angel…” Loki said into your hair softly.

“It’s okay now…”

“No more dark” you said and he nodded

“No more dark” he repeated as your cries died down.

You hesitantly looked up from his shoulder at the light room.

You looked at him through your wet eyelashes.

Loki felt so bad when he saw your face fully.

Your cheeks and eyes were puffy from crying, eyelashes wet, eyes red and you had tear streaks down your face.

He gave you a kiss on the forehead “I’m so sorry angel..I’m so sorry” he whispered and you nodded

“I-is scary” you stammered and he nodded

“I know…you’re so brave..I’m sorry” he said and you nodded nuzzling your face back into his neck.

“Why was you down here angel?” Loki asked you and you pouted.

“Curious” you mumbled but he heard and he laughed.

“You’re my little trickster aren’t you?” He chuckled making you giggle with a nod.

“Loki? Did you find her?” Thor asked as he walked into the hall to see you in his arms on the floor.

“Is she okay?” He asked and Loki nodded.

Loki stood up with you, you rested your head on his shoulder.

“I’ll tell you later…let’s go have some food” Loki said to Thor when he felt your stomach rumble.

[avocado-writing]

Would you do hcs for the main companions + tiefling boys with a changeling tav? Like tav shifts their appearance all the time and they learn how to recognize them in any form and how they would react to seeing tav in their true changeling form 😢

hello lovely! I wrote something not too dissimilar to this about a Tav who finally shows their face to their SO here - a bit of a different premise but I’m not sure what I could write for this that wouldn’t just be a copy of what I did there?

However I will add how the ladies react!

Shadowheart understands the need to hide your true self, being a cleric of the trickster domain. She doesn’t say much when she sees your visage, maybe a soft little reassurance that she thinks you’re quite beautiful, a squeeze of your hand in hers. When you share a bedroll that night, she kisses every inch of your face.

Karlach can’t stop staring, wide eyed and opened mouth. You ask her why she’s doing that, and she’s all, “THAT’S what you really look like? You’re so much better than I imagined!” and you feel your cheeks go hot because, well, she’s imagined you? She takes your face in her hands and looks you over, smitten, commenting on every feature. You feel like a work of art under her.

Lae’zel can tell that this is a heavy moment, but can’t quite find the words to let you know that she appreciates you sharing it with her. Instead she sits heavily by your side and tells you, “your face is… nice.” It’s a stumbling compliment but sincere and you smile, thanking her. She blushes.

Minthara studies you at length before muttering “remarkable” under her breath, leaning in to give you a soft kiss. She doesn’t speak much more on the matter but you can tell from the way she glances when you think she isn’t looking that she’s smitten.

[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗞𝗦 max verstappen x fem! driver! reader (fluff) “. . . you and max fall in love through your years together in f1.”

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Max propped up his cheek on his fist, sinking down in his chair bored. You who, was sitting beside him, decided to play trickster on him. Sneakily you quickly poked him under his armpit ( where you knew he was ticklish ).

The blond was quick to retract and curl away. You could only smile at him innocently as he glared at you. In an attempt to take revenge, Max reaches forward to poke you back but you recoil and dodge.

His glare and frown deepened as he tried again only to fail as you silently laugh at him, picking your tongue out. The two of you were starting to get the attention of the people in the conference room, even Charles who was answering a question paused to watch the little war between the redbull drivers.

In a final attempt to get you back, the boy jumped on you. The two of you fell back in your chair, laughing as he tried pinning you down wrestling style.

"OK! OK! I give in." You laughed trying to push him away from his face. "SIKE." You tackled him.

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"Hi. I'm Max Verstappen." You greeted as you looked into the camera lens holding a serious gaze. "And I'm princess Barbie." Max finished off in a thin girly voice, an extremely bad impression. You broke out in laughter rocking back in the foldable chair. "Oh shit-" you tried to reach forward to stabilize yourself, which was utter failure because you ended up falling.

"Are you okay?" Max asked in the thin voice, sucking at holding his laugh in. "Oh my God, princess Barbie." You wheezed getting up slowly only to fall back on your knees again wheezing as you held your stomach.

"I can't believe you right now." You laughed getting up and sitting on his lap instead now that your chair is demolished. He was quick to hug you around your waist and pull your back close to his chest.

"Wait, what were we doing?" He asked the marketing team forgetting what you were filing in the first place.

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Max leaned his phone on a tissue box with his selfie camera recording. You were holding his face still drawing clown makeup on him with purple lipstick.

"She got a higher position." He gave Context. "I got higher position~" You sang smiling brightly, continuing to draw the small circle on his nose. "He's going to dinner like this." "Wait what?! No. You're joking."

He tried to pull away but you only held him in place laughing evilly. "Hey hey, we had a deal. Loser does whatever the winner wants." You squished his cheeks. The boy could only pout to the camera as you draw an upside down triangle under his right eye.

"Aren't you a handsome cutie." You teased kissing his cheek making the Dutch boy smile brightly, forgetting all about his future coming embarrassment.

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"MAAAAAAXX!!" You ran through the paddock jumping onto the boy once you go to him. He luckily caught you hugging you tightly. "I missed you." He mumbled once he set you down, hugging you tightly which you of course returned.

"It's only been a week." Riccardo commented walking past the two of you laughing. "That's still long!" You defended, taking Max's hand walking with him to the Torro Rosso Motorhome. "Did you get a chance to eat yet?" He asked opening the door for you. "I was waiting for you actually."

"I sneaked in these cookies I got from Walmart, I don't know if they are good. I wanted you to try them first." He whispered quietly, making sure no one could hear, as if it were a drug operation. "You're the best." You giggled excitedly.

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"Maxie! Say cheese!" Max was taken by surprise. Turning to you, he smiled widely laughing ( and you couldn't help but snap a picture ). "Hold up the trophy and your medal." You told him and he did, adjusting his pose as you snapped another picture on your phone.

"I'm so proud of you." You pocketed your phone, pulling him in a tight hug. You rubbed his back as he relaxed in your embrace closing his eyes. "I'm so proud of you, Maxie. That was an amazing drive. My race winner." He squeezed you in his hug smiling. "I couldn't have done it without the best teacher in the world. Thank you, Y/N."

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Max looked at you sadly as you packed all of your stuff from your driver's room. He sat on the couch where he spent cuddling you after sessions for months. "Hey, stop frowning. You're going to make me sad."

"But you're leaving." He sighed, propping his cheek on his hand. "I'm just changing teams. I'll still be around." You smiled, standing in front of him. He looked up at you with an expression you could only describe as grief. "Hey, Daniel will take my seat next year. He'll treat you well. I'll make sure to always be high up so we can share our podiums." You crouched down on your knees kissing his cheek, putting your hand on his free one.

"I'll spend all summer break with you." "You promise?" "I promise." You nodded smiling receiving a kiss on your cheek, the first one he's given you. You and Max had developed a relationship like no other. Being his first teammate, you welcomed him into the sport and treated him better than some other people *cough* jos *cough cough*. You taught him all your tricks and was there for his first win, which he was so proud to show you on the podium.

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"There he is!" You cheered as Max ran into your arms. The two of you shared a tight hug with loud laughs. "Championship contender! That's my boy!" You lifted him up spinning him, making the boy wheeze. "I'm so proud of you." You set him down cupping his cheeks. "I'm so so proud, Max. You deserve it. And I can't wait till you win the championship!"

He could only look at you smiling brightly. You made him feel so good about himself. You gave him courage and confidence, to do and preform better. And he did, all because of you. You were crying as you watched him raise the Abu Dhabi grand prix trophy. He pointed at it, gesturing for you to see. And you nodded proudly, wiping the tears from yours eyes. He found you soon after, smashing his lips into yours in a passionate kiss which you returned wrapping your hands around his neck.\.

"I love you so much, Y/N. Thank you so much! For everything. I would've never made it without you." He whispered in your ear, holding you in his embrace like his life depended on it. "Lets go out tonight." You whispered back smiling. "Lets have fun, you deserve it."

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liked by pieregasly redbullracing and 67M others youruser I have no words to describe how happy i am for you, Max. You deserve the world 🧡❤️💙can't wait to see the number one on your car next year!!

[nobody3xe]

“Hello Rook! I've noticed something off in my nights at Ramshackle. Past a certain hour it seems like there are eyes on back tracking my movements. My intuition rarely falters but I need a second opinion. What would you do in the event you heard the rustling of a curtain or the snap of a branch while you were in bed. As a hunter I'd imagine your perception is out of this world. Tell me do you think this is some predator?” With [Rook Hunt]

tw: hints at stalking, manipulation

Rook turns his head towards you with a cheeky grin, no longer so fascinated with the mushrooms that a certain eel grew in the botanical gardens.

The hunter simply chuckles as if your statement was but a simple joke. “You’re way more observant than I give you credit for trickster, truly magnificent! My, it’s only becoming for someone such as yourself.” He takes your hand on his own, placing a kiss on top of it. “The gesture of kissing one’s hand has been affiliated mainly with respect since olden times. fufu… But just as words hold different meanings, gestures can convey several messages,” He then starts gently caressing your hand, careful as if he’d break you if he applied too much force. “-politenesses, courtesy, devotion, admiration…” He pauses for a moment before he suddenly gasps as he lets go of your hand, still being gentle. “My sincerest apologies mon Trickster, but I have run out of time.” He frowns before dramatically placing a hand where his heart was. “I must return to the dorm as I have matters to deal with..” Within a matter of seconds, he’s completely out of your sight. He doesn’t bother to assist you, unlike his usual self who would come running across dorms to help you with a minor task. It makes you suspicious of him, but you dare not question someone’s morals, especially if that someone has been of plenty help to you.

Although it may have been better for you to remain suspicious of him. Maybe then you would have noticed the unique magic of his, that was caste on you.

Title: Strange…

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[simplydannie]

Strobe Rageons || Goyle Rageons || Under Rageous || Montegue- Under Rageous

In continued collaboration with @fairytypingg and @kais-va! Also taking some context and reference from Greek Mythology of the actual Gorgon:

From our joyous little noodle haired Rageons, comes the “danger noodle” haired Gorgen.

With a simple letter change to the name, we have Gorgen Rageons, the things of legend in the world of Under Rageous. If they have a version of the Victorian Era in Mount Rageous, why not have Mythology tales within the under-city? They say their ancestors were “kissed by the gorgons”, them trying to explain their unnatural appearance and mutation. Gorgens are cunning by nature, alluring too with the beautiful patterns they develop in their hair (similar to how snakes have patterns on their scales).

Their hair is completely controlled by their feelings and emotions, often times responding to a Gorgens intrusive thoughts. Though, often times it appears each serpent within their head has its own individual personality. They are able to stretch and extend their hair a number of feet, allowing them to grasp anything in reach.

While Strobes are the hierarchy of Under Rageous, Goyles are the bronze, Gorgens are the tricksters, ironically, the negotiators. Their ability to petrify terrified many, so why argue with a Gorgen? You also want to get on a Gorgens good side because their blood is known to heal friends but harm their enemies. Which is why many mafia gangs within the under-city tend to keep a Gorgen ally…. All except Succubi Rageons of course.

It is rumored that a Gorgen was at the house of Vaughn Montegue the day his wife was murdered. It was discovered that her cause of death was the poisoning of Gorgen blood through an open wound.…

Though they have a fear of Strobes since they have an hypnotic effect over Rageons… their main fear is Succubi Rageons since their ability to petrify does NOT affect Succubi at all.

SIDENOTE: you guys are more than welcomed to draw OC Rageons of any of the Under Rageous species you’ve seen! You don’t need to ask 😊 just give creds is all! I’d love to see more creativity 🫶

[marthawrites]

Could you do inexperienced Aemond with an experienced partner

Teaching A Dragon New Tricks

Aemond Targaryen x fem reader

Word count: 3.2k+

About: You and Prince Aemond have been giving each other eyes for some time now, and he finally makes the first move. After that, you feel comfortable showing him a few things. His drive for knowledge extends beyond books.

Includes: Aemond being a cute noobie (nerd), having an awakening to the magic of women, and explicit sexual content! Featuring male masturbation, vaginal fingering, and fem receiving oral.

Note: Hello lovely reader! My first ever request ahhhhh! This was seriously so much fun to think about and write. It's my first time writing this dynamic. I hope I did your request justice! As always, please enjoy! ♥

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The first time Aemond kissed you he almost missed your lips. That’s not how any prince in the storybooks acted – they always knew how to make pretty maidens swoon. 

Surely Aemond’s misaim was a jest? Although… you’d never known, or witnessed, him being the jesting type. 

You looked up at him wide-eyed and surprised. You held your breath high in your throat, and Aemond must have too, judging by how his nostrils flared. Blood bloomed beneath his alabaster cheeks. His single eye desperately searched yours.

Had he misunderstood all of your shared experiences? Brief and in passing as some of them might have been? Had Aegon told him to “kiss her, brother. Why haven’t you yet? When you do, make sure to hold her throat like this and move your tongue through her mo–” he’d stopped listening at that point, blinking puzzlingly at the mental image of choking you for a kiss. He couldn’t imagine how that’d be enjoyable.

Yet, now he wondered if he should have done exactly what Aegon said.

“I– I’m sor–,” he started, taking half a step back. Embarrassment burned his pride.

You blinked, then, eyes sparkling with some sort of secret amusement. “Aemond Targaryen… dragon prince and rider of Vhagar…,” you said slyly. “Have you never kissed anyone before?”

If he blushed before, he damn near combusted with the absolute ease in which you read him. “Am I that obvious?”

A giggle answered his nervous question. Light, and airy, the sound full of magic like spring-pink flowers twirling in the wind. Were it anyone else you might have turned away with no intention of seeking a second. But, with Aemond? Since becoming a lady-in-waiting for Helaena you’d been smitten by him. You stepped forward, toe to toe with the tall, lithe, sheepish prince, and placed your hands on his chiseled face. “Let’s try that again, silly prince…,” you said before standing on your tippy toes to press your lips to his in a much more well-aimed kiss.

It was that day, in the soft sunbeams of Helaena’s empty bedchamber, that you showed Aemond the art of kissing until both of your lips were swollen. He learned wickedly fast.

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After breaking fast it was a ritual for Helaena and her children to spend time in the gardens – rain or shine. Luckily it’d been sunny for a few days and last week’s downpour finally dried from the top soil. During these hours there never seemed to be a dull moment. You were sent off by the kids with nothing but a linen bag and a mission of finding bugs. They were putting together an insectarium and needed any and everything that crawled. It was a fun break. Fresh air and sunshine brought out the natural colors of your hair as it slowly loosened from its careful bun. 

Before you knew it you were away from the main crowds and pathways. Insects buzzed in the air; quiet and secluded. 

Just as you crouched down, a familiar voice called your name right when a jumping spider inspected your palm. “Shouldn’t you be training, my prince?” You asked as you looked over your shoulder to regard Aemond with your little bug friend.

If he cared about the spider he showed no sign of it. He crouched beside you and gently pushed you onto your back, grinning down at you like the trickster you were learning him to be. Sunlight hit his face and softened his otherwise sharp features. “Not with the sword. I’d rather train other things,” he said in a voice much too huskily. His mouth was on yours. With any luck the spider successfully jumped away and not into yours or his hair. “I haven’t stopped thinking about kissing you since the last time I did.”

For someone who literally just learned how to do that he was really good at it. A soft moan vibrated your lips against his. Your hands trailed up the front of his chest and neck, pushing away a stray bit of hair that tickled your collarbone. “Greedy prince…,” you giggled against his mouth, daring to nip his bottom lip.

“Perhaps you should have thought twice before showing me such things,” he replied. His free hand lifted to carefully lay over your throat; putting to first use the trick he learned from Aegon. Your reaction – arching beneath him – had his pupil swelling. "You like that?"

You nodded with a breathless smile. "Yeah. Not too hard though. It feels good just there," you purred, thighs pressing together as warmth built and collected in your core. The heavy kissing and exploring nibbles felt as if you were making up for lost time; Aemond One-Eye starved of affection. Muscles in your belly tightened and it took all you had to pull away from him, eyes dreamy and half-lidded. "Aemond… I want you to touch me. Please," your voice rasped. Wanton.

He looked at you curiously. "I am touching you," he answered, dipping to rub the tip of his nose against yours.

You fought another giggle. "No, my prince, I mean really touch me." You bent an elbow to lean up on it and carefully grabbed his hand with your other. In a guided trail, you swept his palm from your neck to your thigh and watched his expression all the while. "Have you ever pleasured a woman before?"

Color rose in his face, and even in the midmorning sun his pupil swelled. The strained tightness in the front of his trousers throbbed against where he leaned against you. "No," he half croaked. "Will… will you teach me like you did the other day with your kiss?" He squeezed your thigh with his question, marveling at the softness.

"Yes," you answered with an inward hiss. Gripping his wrist you added, "not here. Anyone could be around. And I am to be with princess Helaena all day. Tonight?"

"Not tonight. Now," he said. 

“I cannot just leave her and her children behind!”

Some might not believe it, but Prince Aemond had tiny dimples when he smirked. Dimples. He leaned into the crook of your neck and kissed, then bit, and kissed again. Goosebumps tickled his lips when he said, “good thing the princess is my sister and I’m not obliged to her law.” Without giving you a chance to protest he stood and pulled you to your feet. He guided you back to the main path and paid little mind to bystanders.

“Brother, where are you taking her?” Helaena asked once she saw the two of you – his arm wrapped around your back as if for support.

“I found her off the path. She’s fainted. I’m taking her to her room,” he replied swiftly; the dirt on your back making his lie appear genuine.

Once inside the Red Keep, instead of taking you in the direction of your sleeping quarters, he took you to his. You two were able to sneak inside and latch the door without anyone seeing. You'd been in here before, but never under these circumstances. Excitement fluttered in your core and when his mouth found yours again you buzzed with anticipation. "Someone is eager…," you muttered playfully against his lips.

"Says the maiden who's given into the carnal desires of flesh outside of wedlock," he scolded against the side of your neck, nipping. "You unholy creature."

You gasped at the sensation of his teeth. "You might be surprised to know things aren't as strict among the smallfolk as it is with you nobles," you whizzed in response. "I'm quite glad to be born where I was. You royals are so uptight." 

Through the banter Aemond led you towards his bed until the backs of your legs bumped against the edge of it. When you fell backwards with him above you, his silky pale hair like a curtain around your face, you wanted nothing else than to stay there for countless hours. "Are you going to keep babbling or show me how to make you feel good?" His smirk had an edge of darkness and you wondered if he was being entirely honest with you in regard to his experience.

Aemond wasn't lying. Truthfully, he hadn't any experience. That didn't mean he hadn't "accidentally" read about things here and there in sordid library books. And having Aegon as a brother meant he was victim to unsolicited advice and peer pressure often. The books were out of curiosity, whereas Aegon’s taunts were simply annoying. 

He had an idea of how things worked. Though, he never had the opportunity to act upon such things.

"Aemond… if you don't start doing something I think you'll drive me positively insane."

Following the passive command, his hand began slowly trailing up your leg. He pushed your skirts up as he did so, allowing the fabric to bunch up until it barely covered your smallclothes. His gaze shifted from between his hand and your face – eager to see your reaction. "Something like this, right?"

Against your will, you arched beneath him and grinned breathlessly. "Yeah," you replied. The scratch of his skin on yours had your core flexing with a need beyond your control. "A little higher still…," you said, smiling.

Shifting his weight, he laid on his side, now, able to look from your face to the space between your thighs that was becoming more and more exposed. The backs of his fingers brushed along your covered mound and you jolted, narrowly missing crashing your forehead to his chin. "Are you okay?"

Blushing, you squeaked, "yes." 

"Are you sure? You nearly headbutted me."

"Shh.. shut up!" You laughed, embarrassed. "Gods. Keep doing that, there, feels so good," you said as you pulled your skirts higher up your front. Intentional or not, his teasing made you, somehow, want him even more. "Actually… these are just in the way," you added, tugging your own underwear off.

He watched you with surprise in his eye. He'd never seen this side of you – or any woman, in that fact – and with each passing moment the prince felt an undiscovered part of himself roar to life. He liked it. Pulse drummed in his chest and behind his ears, and he had to steady his hand as he lowered it to cup your bare mound. Breath quickly hitched in his throat. "You're so warm," he whispered, shuddering. The pads of his fingers pressed curiously along the outside of your folds and he bit down on his own lower lip to stifle a sound he’d never quite made before. “And slick.”

You allowed the sound he bit back to flow freely from your throat. “Surely you know how it works…,” you teased, thighs opening more than they already were. “Women get wet where men get hard.” His touch was curious and inexperienced, yet something about it was endearing and made your belly tighten. When he grazed your clit you whimpered, melting into the mattress. “Right there,” you whispered thickly. “Is my pearl. It’s very sensitive and the center of a woman’s pleasure,” you added, voice and cheeks sultry alike.

The front of Aemond’s pants had never been tighter. He turned quickly off the bed to kneel at the end of it, pulling your legs until you were right where he wanted. His attention flickered between your face and that needy space between your thighs; glistening and pink with desire. One hand held you open while the thumb of the other grazed all over your parted slit, exploring. Soft wet sounds accentuated your panting. The pressure of his thumb shifted from firm to light, and he tested different types of strokes, tearing his focus from your cunt only to watch your face for your reaction. “Here?” He questioned, sliding over your swollen bud.

Your hands tightened in his bedding. A moan came from your slackened jaw and you nodded down at him, watching him observe you. “Yes.”

He circled it, slid across it, and stroked along it. The sounds you made shot right to his cock and made his head heavy as if he’d drank too much wine. In tandem with some of his motions he saw the way your little opening clenched and relaxed around nothing; arousal seeping out of you lewdly, pleadingly, driving him to the brink of madness. He throbbed in his pants. Without entirely realizing it, he opened the front of them to let his cock free. He sighed at the freeing sensation. He groaned something in High Valyrian, cuntdrunk at the sight of you spread open so prettily.

"Push a finger in. I want to feel you," you said down at him breathlessly, one of your hands moving to gently cup the side of his head. If you thought him roguishly dashing before, seeing him here and now, knelt and learning the ways of your body, made him tenfold. It was all too much. Aemond Targaryen, despite his virginity, might very well bring you to the height of pleasure. 

He did as instructed: thumb slipped easily into you and you both gasped at the same time. He'd never felt anything quite like the sensation of you. Warm – no, hot – slippery, and spongy.

"Oh fuck…," you moaned softly. The hand at the side of his head squeezed into his hair, practically tugging at his ear. "More, my prince, please. Try a different finger and move it around inside me." It was a surprise you could speak so clearly as lust blazed through your entire form.

Aemond slipped his thumb out and replaced it with his index. The moan that elicited from you sent him crazy. Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered reading something from somewhere: using one's mouth to get a woman ready for coupling. He hadn't a clue where, or how, or what, but before he could talk himself out of it his mouth was on you. If his touch felt good on your pearl, then surely his tongue might too. 

"Oh my Gods..! No.. you don't have to do that," you blushed, fingernails clawing into his scalp as you stared down at him dumbfounded. In your experience men rarely did this to women, and less enjoyed the act of it.

"Does it feel good?" He asked with sincerity, not wanting to hurt you with his inexperience. 

"Yes!"

He smirked and went back to it. Tongue and lips were tentative and unsure, as was his finger still pressed into you, but it hardly stopped you from finding both amusement and bliss in it. He licked all over your folds with the flat of his tongue; tang and salt and a hint of sweetness overtaking his senses. He hadn't a clue how he'd gone so long without experiencing this. Remembering what you said about moving his finger, he did just that. He swirled it around between your slick velvety walls and reveled in how you felt wrapped around his digit.

"Mmf…!" You panted, gripping tighter into his hair. "Keep doing that. With your tongue on my pearl, too," you simpered, the low muscles in your belly flipping and tightening.

The young prince was eager to listen and learn. He followed your instruction. He even dared to add his middle finger too, slowly moving and curling them around. You were so wet, and warm, and tight around him. If you felt like this around his fingers he could only imagine what you'd feel like around his cock. He moaned at the thought, lapping your clit with more confidence and enthusiasm.

You were trying so hard to keep your legs open and relaxed for him, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. For someone who claimed to never have done this before it still felt wonderful. Any time his mouth would begin to stray away from where you wanted him, you pushed him back where he needed to be. The combination of your gently rolling pelvis, pleasured sounds, and hold in his hair, kept him on track. Shifting your legs around a bit, you slung one over his shoulder. The slight change had him finding a spot along your walls that had you seeing stars. "Right there!" You preened, thighs squeezing to lock him in place. 

"Is it too much?" He asked, a little taken back with your sudden reaction to whatever it was he'd been doing. 

When you looked down at him you nearly lost it. Your arousal glossed his mouth and he looked, somehow, innocent and wild alike. "Yes! But no… keep going. Please don't stop," you whined, desperate, using your hand still tangled in his hair to guide him back down to you.

Even with his jaw aching for a break, he obeyed. He kept his fingers right there where you seemed to really like it, curling and massaging along a section that felt a little different than the rest of the area. He stayed on your bundle of nerves, too, flicking and lapping and relishing every single noise his attention pulled from you. His free hand pumped along his cock; aching and rigid and feeling like it could burst at any second. He moaned into you. He wasn't going to last. 

Pleasure peaked and your thighs squeezed around his head again. "Aemond!" You mewled at the top of your climax, the entirety of your womanhood pulsing and shuddering with release. 

He couldn't hold back his own release. Never before had he heard his name said like that or called out like that – never experienced the excitement of a spasming cunt. He spent himself as he groaned into you. The last spills of his seed dribbled down his fist while the earlier, more powerful, ropes already began to soak into his bedding.

Your thighs finally relaxed around him and you gently pushed his head away, too sensitive for more. A sheen of sweat collected on your forehead and you felt heat high in your cheeks. Blushed, panting, and satisfied, you looked down at Aemond with bright sparkling eyes. "I don't believe you. You had to have done all of that before."

Slick coated his mouth and chin. His single eye was black with more emotions than you could read and he looked damn near wicked. "More," be said greedily as he squeezed your thighs; already a man addicted.

What had you awoken in the dragon prince? Your chest rose and fell with labored breaths, eyes communicating more than your mouth was currently capable of.

Just then, a knock on his door broke both of you out of the post-orgasm stupor.

He cleared his throat and said, "what is it?" in only a slightly trembling voice.

"Prince Aemond, you are being summoned to the small council meeting."

Annoyance washed over him and he swallowed it with a sigh. "I will be there shortly."

When no other sound came from the door, he tucked himself away and stood from where he'd been kneeling. "You're lucky, my lady, to be off the hook." He grinned cheekily and self-satisfied. He offered his clean hand to help you up before going to wash the other along with his face.

"There's more I can show you another time, if you'd like," you said as you straightened your garb to return to regular duties – as if Aemond hadn't just given you one of the best, if a bit clumsy, orgasms. "You're a very fast learner."

"We can continue to put that to the test," he said with a dark glimmer behind his eye. His angular features were sly in a way you'd never seen before, and you wondered what sort of things simmered in his mind.

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So hear me out! You did leopard touya and i FELL IN LOVE how about a lion or tiger bakugou tho🫢

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CONTENT WARNING: SEX, BREEDING, POLYGAMY, MENTIONS OF PREGNANCY

Lion! Bakugo SFW+NSFW

Lions, kings of the jungle: known for their manes and imponent roar, basking in a reputation a bit too big for them. Lion! Bakugo boasts about his skill and power, even more than normally, that is. Adding a Lion to this blond only accentuates his egocentric behavior, but there are some new traits to discover with this hybrid.

Lion! Bakugo is all roar and no bite. He yells and curses, and pretends to be the leader, but lions (specially male ones) take care and try to provide for their prides (in this case, his clique).

Lion! Bakugo can't bear the thought of having other guys close to you. You're his partner, not some pesky pray for others to take! He keeps a close eye on who your friends are and who you are with, defending his territory. This hybrid is also very possessive; if you had a previous partner, he'll make sure to get rid of any trace of them.

Talking about territory, lions get extremely defensive with their stuff: he doesn't share. Once Lion! Bakugo starts feeling comfortable in a determined space (like an specific lunch table, library spot or your/his bedroom) he'll make sure others know that area is his as soon as he steps into the room. Oh, you wanna sit in his spot? How dare you?!

Did I mention lions are polygamous? Both sexes are. Bakugo doesn't really practice it because you're more than enough to breed and form a family, but sometimes (just sometimes) certain redhead is added to the mix. He doesn't allow you to have more partners though, female lions can only have one or two males to mate.

Mating season is intense, to say the least, Lion! Bakugo tries to breed you multiple times a day. Alone at the library? He may be bashful but he'll sit you in his lap. After training? Don't worry, he doesn't mind a bit of sweat. Are you doing homework? You could work on his cock too, right? Prone bone is his go-to position, right where he can bury his girth deep inside you while also having access to your body.

He wants to knock you up so bad.

Lion! Bakugo is also strangely affectionate towards you outside of his rut, planting chaste kisses on your face and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He is very calm and easy-going with you when you compare his behavior with others, you can even say he relaxes with you.

Going back to how this species accentuate his self centered traits, however, Lion! Bakugo is even more hated by others than normal. There's not a second where he is not talking big game about him and his strength.

He roars (unironically).

Also, one of the main predators lions have are hyenas... remember who is a hyena hybrid? Shiggy. Suits him right considering how he was kidnapped by the league.

Lion! Bakugo also has an even messier hair, a lion tail, and matching ears. His body is a bit more sturdy and even has a bit of a tummy because, well, cat pouches. He's still such a pretty thing to look at!

"Bend your legs a little more-" Bakugo growls, tightening the grip on your hips as he pulls you closer to him. You lost the count of how many times he's had his way with you that day alone, his thrusts making your legs weak.

You pant, looking at him over your shoulder. "Fuck, you're gonna give me a cub soon, I promise..." He grunts, hissing as he digs his nails onto your plush skin, painting your insides white once more.

You have to change your sheets.

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This week in BL - I am all over the place, But Laws of Attraction is Phenomenal af

July 2023 Wk 2

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Laws of Attraction (Thai Sat iQIYI) 1 of 8 - Icky picked it up but it’s not airing for me until Sundays so I held this post specifically to watch and talk about this show. Stars the pair from To Sir With Love with the same production team. IT’S SO GOOD Y’ALL. A morally corrupted trickster lawyer with a tragic past, sad eyes, and a beautiful smile that he uses like a weapon. Meets paladin martial arts instructor from other side of the tracks (who is out, at least to his baby sister). Corrupt police. Spoiled rich kid evil. Ambitious politician. Tragic death. Terrible subs.* This show is very like Manner of Death but so far it is a much better/tighter story. It’s NOT BL but it is fucking phenomenal. And you shoudl watch it. Not wait to binge it. WATCH IT. On a global scale this might be the best thing currently airing featuring gay romantic leads. Its really fucking good. It’s Lawless Lawyer but more complex character motivation and gay af. Fuck yes please and thank you. FINALLY. Triggers for violence, beatings, death & torture depicted on screen. Like MoD they are not holding back.  (* A lot of the familial names they are using are not gendered in Thai but translated as such, like “nephew”. This one is gonna go down a lot easier if you know some Thai.)

Step By Step (Tues WeTV & Gaga) ep 12fin - 2 years pass and no one’s hairstyle changes? Srs. Them meeting again = hella AWKWARD. Both still pining & hurt. NO SINGING. The reconciliation scene was great. I enjoyed that on the “do over relationship” they went with phi/pom (instead of the super formal khuns). So cute and so much more relaxed. Also lots of neck kisses! Charming final ep. It’s only flaw being they dropped the side couple, but I wasn’t really into them anyway. Ultimately? This is what Boss & Babe should have been and could we please have Up lead out another BL? I miss him and he only gets prettier. Full review below.

La Pluie (Sat iQIYI) ep 12fin - I adore the tiny little baby GL thread that we almost got. And I wish we had had more of it throughout the show. The side couple turned out to be good too. Emotional crying kisses are my favorite. Sunshine netted himself an earnest serious romantic boy, we likey. As for the main couple? Well... Tai’s search story arc was dull and dragging in a final ep and it felt bloated and slow as a result. It was a good confession reunion with Tai figuring all of his shit out, not surprising but fine. Kind of a a weak final ep. Full review below. 

Hidden Agenda (Thai Sun GMMTV YouTube) ep 1 of 12 - JoonDunk are back and we have all seen this a million times before, but Thailand never executed a successful formula it didn’t want to repeat a million times over, drunk bathroom and everything. Welcome (back) to Thai BL (and back and back and back). Basically they just added glasses, a new 1-shared-brain-cell friendship group, and different uni departments. Ah GMMTV, forever trying to recreate the magic of 2gether. But also I’m enjoying it. I’m a simple person. (Hi Jamie! Still in college since 2018 I see.) Anyone else notice that Chinese phrase that they did not translate for us? Mmm hum. Cute. Still... NO SINGING. 

Low Frequency (Sat iQIYI) ep 2 of 8 - Thames is in coma and getting slagged off on the socials. It’s moving a bit slowly but the premise is interesting despite the poor quality of the execution. 

Dinosaur Love (Sun iQIYI) ep 3 of 8 eps - Major trigger for self harm depicted on screen in part 2/4. I skipped it. Then there is assault and verbal abuse. I told you Ultimate Troop is NOT to be trusted. 

Be Mine Super Star (Mon Viki) ep 2 of 12 - Look, I don’t really mind this show but I also don’t like second hand embarrassment and I sense a metric butt ton incoming.

Be My Favorite (Fri YouTube) ep 8 of 12 - I was not best pleased with this episode. Ya’ll round the tumblr-sphere seem to be enjoying it but I have officially hit the wall on Kawi. There is not enough booze for me to cope with his shizz. I may be alone in this. But gotta say how I feel... Unlike him. Trash watch here.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Tokyo in April is... AKA Shigatsu no Tokyo wa (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 5 of 8 - Poor Ren, he feels compelled to take on the burden of protecting everyone from sexual assault because he blames himself. And he can’t even talk to his boyfriend about it. Oh fuck me the pair of shoes at the door. And neck kisses? TOO MUCH. Argh. Japan. Why must you hurt so good? 

Stay By My Side (Taiwan Fri Gaga) 3 of 10 eps - It’s a very cute show. All the tropes and archetypes with no fuss or attempts to be clever, just executing them (sometimes over and over again). Even hiccoughs as a result of flirting! I haven’t seen that one in ages. The show feels old fashioned as a result. Nostalgic. I’m good with that. 

Tie The Not (Pinoy YouTube) ep 6 of 8 - Sad boys still sad now drunk. (Noooooo shoes on bed! Argh.) Finally kisses! Also good ones for a large portion of this ep. Plus hair pulling. And verse rep! And after sex convo. Then side dishes have a whole proper gay ax covo about top/bottom. Everyone say thank you Philippines! get down with your queer selves! 

Stupid Genius (Vietnam Fri YouTube) ep 6fin - I believe this was the final episode. It was cute. This is a standard sort of semi-crappy VBL high school drama. Enjoyable in its floppy friendliness, weirdly like a queer after school special promoting education. Dead fish kisses but fine for what it is. 7/10 

Minato's Laundromat Season 2 AKA Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2 (Japan Thu Gaga) 2 of 12 eps - Activate cohabitation trope. They okay bfs. Minato not as frustrating this week, but still frustrating for me and Shin. Next week = cute outfits and dumb miscommunication yay!

Vian the series (Vietnam YouTube ) ep 11 of 12 - again it didn’t show up on my dash in time for this. I’ll pop it into next week. 

It’s airing but ...

House of Stars (Thai Mon iQIYI) 12 eps - I bounced at ep 3. Will binge if told it is worth it at end.

Stay (Pinoy YouTube) 7 eps - It’s mostly English & set in LA (shudder) so I’m not bothering.

Stay With Me ... NO I WILL NOT! And you can’t make me.

Ended This Week

Step By Step Series Review  

This was Thailand’s answer to The New Employee, and everything I loved about that show I loved about this one. This was an office romance between stern boss and sweet subordinate that felt more authentic to an office environment than previous Thai BLs of this ilk. And that authenticity added tension to the narrative and character development (how novel). Now that might be because it has western source material, or it might be because it is actually kind of old-fashioned (it’s been years since I worked as an office grunt). I also really enjoyed the brothers’ relationship, and kinda wished they hadn’t attempted (and failed) to give said brother his own side BL. That one flaw made it a 9/10 for me. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.

La Pluie Series Review

This BL takes to task the fated mates trope and what it means to have love chained intimately to predestination. It’s about how faith in destiny before choice diminishes the authenticity of emotion, relationships, and connection. This is a high concept to examine through the lens of a BL. By activating + examining the soulmates trope this show is challenging a foundation of romance: the idea that there is one person meant to be your one romantic partner all your life. This means that we, as viewers, spend much of the show worried about it having a happy ending, and that’s the source of both its brilliance and tension: would the narrative have the strength to truly challenge its own romantic core? But, ultimately, all this elevated complexity was executed in a somewhat shaky manner with the narrative derailing into some serious pacing issues and characters manipulated by miscommunication. However, with good chemistry and decent acting all around, plus some excellent high heat and representation of consent and a few other rare tropes, this one has to (like it’s sibling show My Ride) earn a 9/10. I enjoyed it even as it made me think, so despite its flaws: HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Starting:  

7/19 Wedding Plan (Thai Wed YouTube & iQIYI)  - It's Mame and she's coming for our GL. She's such a misogynist IMAGINE what we will get with a GL side dish? It's going to be absolute carnage. To crane your neck as you drive by the car wreck or not? That is the question. Me? I'm wallowing in the guts. Trying to decide to trash watch or not... 

7/20 Jun & Jun (Korea Thu Viki) - From 2022 I CAN’T FUCKING WAIT! So excited for this one. 

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED)

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

FYI roselle juice is made from hibiscus (a flower) so technically neither a tea nor a juice. (Hidden Agenda)

Tie the Not = all the verse rep this ep. I love this for them. 

The giggling was SO DAMN CUTE (Step by Step, na?) 

We all guessed it but it was still fun. (Stupid Genius) Also miracles of miracles, two actors who actually look like they could be brothers play brothers. 

First time I’ve seen faen translated as significant other. (Laws of Attraction)

THE PAIN! (Tokyo) 

(Last week.)

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BUDAPEST   ˳  changmin  :  the boyz

riders biker! ji changmin ・ gender neutral reader + word count 1,186 genre fluff .. suggestive .. what are we warnings suggestive tones .. mention of nausea huwag muna tayong umuwi unknowingly got into something.. else in the process of writing this so ig i could dedicate this to my biker ❤️‍🩹

whenever given the choice of fight or flight, you’ll always scramble before lying across the asphalt. 

maybe that’s why it’s so easy for changmin to catch up to you. regardless of your escape route, he’ll be at your point of interest before you’ve made it halfway. it makes sense now—why the sight painted up ahead, right in front of your apartment complex, doesn’t come as much of a surprise. 

the paragon of a nephilim, he braces his weight against his parked bike; one foot shifted on the road while the other limb stretches out, worn out sneakers tapping beats on the pavement. those sharp eyes are restless; observant gaze shifting across one direction of the neighbourhood to another. although you can’t see where his hands are from the length of the sweater to his jeans pocket, it won’t be long before he’ll flex those lithe fingers to rest on.. something else. 

you just know ji changmin far too well than you’d wish to accept.

there’s no use in bowing your head, frantic mind pretending to be fixated on the cracks in the pavement. a man like him doesn’t forget so easily—he’s well aware he’s the one who gifted you that niki graphic tee. (maybe you can tell him later if you still remember the way he slipped his hands underneath the cotton, kissing your skin with his searing touch.) yet he chooses to entertain your antics, all up until you’re standing by the main door of your residence.

“how are you feeling, darling?” he calls out, setting off the retracing of his mark in your soul with that teasing lilt in his dulcet voice.

frightened, intrigued, ensnared, captivated.. “nauseous.”

changmin stands to his proper height, the loose material wrapped around his toned upper body falling just enough to reveal a sliver of bare skin. a blank canvas you’re quite acquainted with; it’s like he’d chosen that sweater to taunt you. “let’s go for a ride, get some air.”

he’s dangling the bait right in front of your hazy vision, patiently waiting for you to take it. but you try to enforce self-control by replying, “i should head inside now, ‘got a few finals to review for.”

sure, he isn’t looking at you, but you know he’s not swayed by your lie. if he was convinced, he wouldn’t be opening that top box to bring out your helmet. if he believed you, he wouldn’t be walking up to you to secure the safety gear. and if he didn’t know you far too well, he wouldn’t have his charming smirk drawn across his lips as he tells you, “get on the bike, [y/n].”

“i hate to break it to you darling, but you’re not the best at hiding.”

no, he’s not. that charming trickster resting against you loves complementing your inability to avoid him with his refusal to seriously deceive you. at least it works in his favor—he gets a delicious burn in his scalp, courtesy of your firm tug on his tresses. it’s a mere appetizer that leaves more than enough room for the view gracing his upside-down vision.

of course it’s you. you, his darling.. yet not his.

the curve of his smile barely reaches a quarter before it’s exchanged for a frown. an expression you’re barely acquainted with, changmin’s only aimed it at two kinds of people: the fools and the victims of his drunk shenanigans. and while you’ve qualified for either category at least twice during the span of your.. friendship, you’ve never fallen under that countenance.

as much as you want to keep him like that, you can’t stop changmin from turning around to face you properly. stood before you with one hand resting flat on his bike, his gaze roams as if he’s taking in all of you for the very first time. it isn’t the first, nor will it be the last, time he’s done this; beheld your presence like it was something that must be permanently etched in that enigmatic mind of his.

it’s what comes next that rarely stays the same. 

perhaps his calloused hands will dance across your thighs before his blunt nails map out trails along your lower back. he could be in the mood to return the favour from earlier—tilt your head back until it’s resting at the perfect angle, the one where a blank canvas is bared for him. then again, he might be more interested in setting a cigarette between his lips while you hold the bronzed flame between the two of you.

inevitably, changmin proves how familiar you are with his mannerisms by mixing his sequence up this time ‘round.

his warmth cradles your chill; the wobbly thrum of your heartbeat falls in sync with his steady ripples. or so you assume, until he brings your hand right where his heart lies within its gilded sanctuary. beneath your trembling fingers, his rhythm is just as bad as yours—the adrenaline found in this moment forging such a terrifyingly beautiful feeling. you know it scares him,  because for once, those eyes tells you everything that has never left his lips.

and right now, he wants needs you to know that his fear is holding onto hope tightly. so he finally sets a sliver of his foot over the threshold.

“do you want this, darling?” 

do you want me—this indecisive boy who can’t promise you everything, but will give you anything you desire?

“that’s unfair, minnie. you know i can’t say no.”

i will decline plenty of things and people in the world; anything but never you.

his laugh’s picked up by the midnight breeze, a memento for one of the sole witnesses of this scene. it’s a cliche, your indecisive boy complementing his small head tilt with a playful uptick of his lips. you know this part of the flow by heart; already anticipating the connection from the way his breath tickles your skin..

..until it doesn’t happen. assuming there was a buffer, you open your eyes to see what happened. a silly mistake on your part, for you’re immediately greeted by that playful gleam painted across his countenance. 

changmin just couldn’t let the opportunity slip by. a trickster at heart, he boldly waves the bait over your head again, “i thought we drove out here to clear up your nausea. now while i’m no professional, i don’t think romantic cpr is the ideal solution for that-”

of course you bite—or in this case, hook your fingers in his belt loops to close the proximity. there’s no solution as effective as kissing your lover until your lungs interrupt because they do need fresh air to function. still, it’s worth the second dip; so long as he wears that dreamy-eyed look more often.

“one more time, pretty please.”

he’s so gorgeous when he begs. the thought of running doesn’t dare to cross your mind this time. but if ever you do take off, it’ll always be right into his awaiting arms—shortly sprawled on the asphalt together with band-aid kisses as a complementary product.

now that is worth fighting for; he is worth that and more.

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🔥 about each member of the mighty nein (instead of sending you a million separate asks lol)

Fjord - this is actually the only character from all of Critical Role where if someone does not like that character I am immediately done with anything they have to say. Ashton and Vex are my favorites from C3 and C1 respectively but I get not being particularly into what they're doing even if I disagree, but like, if you don't like Fjord you either have no understanding of the idea of characters being defined by their settings and narratives and vice versa and therefore you have no media analysis statements worth hearing; or you made a snap judgement based on like 20 minutes of campaign 2.

Beau - I wish the circlet had gone to Veth; I liked Beau's arc a lot but she started as one of my favorites and was later surpassed by a number of other characters and I think it was in part because I liked her getting things the hard way and also doing more with the Cobalt Soul and Dairon than she ultimately ended up doing.

Caleb - I think I kind of covered it with my post about his trauma recently, namely, I think he's a fantastic character and Liam did a great job and also whenever someone acts like Caleb is objectively correct at all times or should have murdered everyone in the assembly it's a MASSIVE red flag.

Veth - weirdly unpopular in this fandom but I like her more as a halfling. Also, I actually think arcane trickster was a phenomenal fit for Sam mechanically even though he wants more spells and would love to see him do another 1/3rd or half caster.

Jester - I feel I've covered my main one repeatedly (people LOVED to talk about her agency and the second she kissed the wrong person she was suddenly a stupid baby girl who didn't know what was good for her) so I think my other one is that as with all of Laura's characters she is much more fun, especially early on, if you lean into the fact that she does say a lot of shit that makes people really uncomfortable or annoyed instead of trying to turn this into a SHE LOVES SO HARD AND NO ONE LISTENS because both can be true, your love can come out in ways that people are very annoyed by, this is how cats feel all the time actually, and so much of Jester's arc is figuring out how to share this love in a way that other people can appreciate without losing her own personality in the process.

Caduceus - I've also covered this a zillion times but I will say it again, Caduceus deflected so many attempts to check in with him and he does not want to like, fix Molaesmyr, he was not neglected, he was built out to be a character who was more of a low-key support guy and Taliesin did an incredible job with that.

Molly - honestly my unpopular opinion remains that I simply found him very well built and a great concept and also irritating as hell, and the Nein's response to him was valid but the fandom's post-death lionization was very tiresome. I'm genuinely not sure the party could have bonded the way they ultimately did if someone who was throwing around "enthrall" like that were still around.

Kingsley - now, while I don't mind if you dislike Kingsley, acting like Kingsley and Molly are the same character is actually equal to the not liking Fjord thing; that's an instant "this person's interpretations of media are so bad I am blocking so as to not accidentally see anything they have to say."

Yasha - I'm not sure I have any unpopular opinions? I do think she is at times underappreciated but I also think specifically she is, like Caleb, a victim of the terrible and weirdly common fandom idea that the only way to move on from abuse and horror is by killing everyone and everything that hurt you rather than rejecting violence and finding your own path and your own meaning.

Essek - sticking specifically to his role in the Nein, again, I love Essek and he is a member of the party and also he is an NPC and acting deeply offended that he doesn't get the same treatment in terms of comic books or merch or appearances in one-shots is very childish.

[trickyxkisses]

@wildxcardrebel: "Akiraaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!" Bear hugs

"W-Wait Ren! AHHHH-!?"

She wasn't ready for the hug at all. Thief reflexes be damned because she's regretting not bracing for impact and falling from his hug.

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Your body shakes uncontrollably as the voices escalate, their demands piercing through the fragile peace.

❝Please, let me tell my family that I love them!❞

❝My husband deserves to know what his sister did to me!❞

❝Help us... Help us... HELP US!!❞

❝I can't. I can't. I can't,❞ you trembled as you covered your ears in hopes of drowning them out, but it was no use.

Just as you're about to succumb to the overwhelming despair, a sudden grip on your shoulders jolts you, and you brace for the familiar mockery of a spirit's deception. Instead, a voice cuts through the chaos, clear and unmistakably real. ❝Hey, Y/N. Calm down. Please, calm down. I'm here.❞

Cautiously, you open your eyes, meeting two pools of green filled with worry.

Your heart wants to believe it's truly him, but your mind rebels, scarred by too many deceptions; too many times than you could count, you found yourself in a similar predicament, yet when you allowed yourself to relax, you found that instead of really being someone you cared for, it was just a spirit playing jokes.

Flinching back, you shook your head, ❝No. No. No. You aren't real. You aren't real. You aren't real,❞ you chant, body curling in on yourself as you expected a spirit's mocking laughter to follow.

Yet, the laughter never comes. Instead, you feel two hands cover the ones you held over your ears.

They were...warm...a sensation both unfamiliar and comforting.

Spirits have never possessed warmth; their touch has always been a cold reminder of their otherness.

Slowly, your breathing steadies under his touch, and you dare to lift your gaze, allowing yourself to truly see him. 

Golden-brown skin that speaks of sun-kissed days.

A wild mane of curls that defied gravity, seemingly untamable, no matter how much it was brushed.

Two gorgeous green eyes that made you feel as if you were lost in a forest of evergreen trees.

And freckles—so many freckles to count—scattered across his nose and cheeks  like stars against the dusk of his skin.

Noticing your attention, Camilo offers a gentle smile. ❝There she is,❞ he whispered, his hands moving from your ears to cradle your face.

❝Y-You're real,❞ you manage, the statement half question, half revelation.

Camilo's smile widens, and he hums in affirmation, his gaze softening as he looks at you. ❝Yeah, Y/N,❞ he gently caressed the side of your face. ❝I'm real.❞

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You were blessed with the gift of seeing the undead.

Though seen as evil and devilish by many, the Madrigals showed you the beauty that comes with it and that your gift doesn't define you.

Now, turning 17, you find that your gift continues to grow—from being able to just see the dead, to being able to allow them to communicate with the living through you.

You find yourself drowning under the pressure from both the living and the undead, yet before you can completely hit rock bottom, a certain curly-haired trickster vows to be the one to save you.

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╭─↬ ❗𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆❗ ↫─╮ There will be mentions/descriptive scenes of the following:

╭ ⁞ ❏. Death/Mentions of death

Lol, I don't know if I got them all, so if you see anything I didn't list, come back and comment right here so I can add them to the list later ➡

Enjoy (•͈˽•͈)

ㅡ   This book takes place 2 years after the main plot in Encanto, so just think of it as a canon-divergent, since all that happened in the movie stays true.

ㅡ   Also, no smut since Camilo is underage. IDC if he got aged up, it still wouldn't make it any better; 17 is a minor. Now, Uncle Bruno tho 👀 jkjk. Unless??

ㅡ A few headcanons will be immersed into the story, just to make it a bit towards my liking (you'll know when you see them) and I would like to just paste the link of a few of what I liked; I may or may not include them, who know?

http://hourlyencantohcs.tumblr.com

**Most of these won't be from the reader herself, but fromㅡAAHHH! I want to say it, but I don't want to give away any plots 😭. Just know it won't be the overall theme of the book, just a few scenes. So don't worry, and if it'll make anyone feel better, I'll put a warning in a chapter that has these.

[sweetbunpura]

Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch Me

"What song?"

"Touch a touch a touch me." Vil replied into the microphone as he swirled his pencil around. "The one Janet sings to Rocky. Now this is a practice, so you don't have to go all out, Potato."

Yuu scrunched up her face. "We don't have a Rocky yet and you just grabbed me out of the hallway to be Janet."

"Potato please."

Yuu rolled her eyes and looked around the auditorium. Numerous students went back and forth throughout, some with costumes, others with stage props. Her eyes fell on the back of a teal haired tall student.

"Jade." He turned to face her with a smile. "Mind helping me out here?"

"Of course not, Miss Yuu." He handed his papers off to Azul and joined Yuu on stage. "What is it that you require?"

"Just stand there, I'll decide where I'll put you during the song."

"Very well."

"Rook." Vil addressed his vice. "The music."

Rook hit play and music started playing in the auditorium. Yuu cleared her throat and turned to Jade.

"I was feeling done in. Couldn't win. I'd only ever kissed before. I thought there's no use getting Into heavy sweating." Yuu placed her hands on Jade's jacket and slowly dragged her hands down it. Heterochromic eyes followed her movement before flicking back to her face. "It only leads to trouble and bad fretting. Now, all I want to know is how to go. I've tasted blood and I want more."

“More, more, more.” Rook sang along, ignoring the look Vil sent him.

"I'll put up no resistance." She pulled him close and lowered her voice. "I want to stay the distance, I've got an itch to scratch, I need assistance." She backed and grabbed his hands before turning around and pressing her back to his front. "Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me. I wanna be dirty." She pulled away and backed up to lean against one of the prop desks on stage, unaware of suddenly all the eyes on her. "Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me. Creature of the night."

"Then if anything shows while you pose." She slowly pulled off his jacket and threw it into one of the chairs nearby. "I'll oil you up and drop you down." 

“Down, down, down~”

“Rook.” Vil hissed.

Yuu grabbed Jade by his tie and pulled him down. "And that's just one small fraction of the main attraction." She let it go and pushed Jade back until he fell into one of the chairs. "I want a friendly man, and I need action." She sat in his lap. "Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me. I wanna be dirty." She ran her fingers along a wide eyed Jade's chin and titled his head up to look her in the eyes. "Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me, creature of the night."

“Touch-a touch-a touch me.” Rook sang.

“I wanna be dirty.” Vil shook his head and sang along

“Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me!” Rook grabbed Vil’s hands.

“Creature of the night.”

She got up and pulled him up by his tie before wrapping her leg around his waist and jumping up, forcing Jade to wrap his arms around her waist to keep her from falling down. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to where their lips were almost touching. "Oh! Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me oh! I wanna be dirty!" She leaned back and stuck out her leg, letting it and herself hang against the eels grip. "Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me, creature of the night!"

The music continued to finish out as Yuu blinked, now aware of everyone's eyes on her. Including a wide eyed Azul and a laughing Floyd. She sat up, staring at a startled and blushing Jade. Yuu climbed off him quickly and smoothed out her uniform before walking over and grabbing Jade's discarded jacket and returning it to him.

"Thank you." She muttered.

"You're-" he cleared his throat. "You're welcome."

Yuu watched as Jade calmly walked off stage with Floyd and Azul chasing off after him. Yuu's eyes flicker over to Vil, who was staring at her with crossed arms. Rook was clapping loudly next to him.

"Bravo, Trickster, bravo! C'est magnifique!"

"Potato, I said practice, what was that?"

“Hey, I heard you and Rook singing too! Don’t give me that look!” She shouted and pointed at Vil. “And as you said, it was practice. It’s not going to happen during the actual show.”

He said nothing at that except stared at her, Yuu shot finger guns at him and backed away off stage. She made her way down the steps and paused as she heard voices.

"Neh, Jade, your face is so red!" Floyd laughed. "Shrimpy really did a number on you, huh?"

"I believe she did a number on the entire school." Azul commented.

"She was breathtaking." Jade muttered. "I believe I might have to try out for Rocky."

"Eh?" Floyd stopped laughing. "I thought you said you didn't want to try out."

"I'm allowed to change my mind, especially after that performance."

"Well then I'm trying out too! I want Shrimpy to sing to me!"

Azul hummed in thought. "Perhaps we could get her as a lounge singer- wait, you're both trying out? What about the concession stand!?"

"You should try out too, Azul, Shrimpy could sing to you."

"I don't want to be serenaded!"

"Then why were you watching her so intentionally~?"

"Floyd!"

Yuu rolled her eyes and returned to the auditorium to see students bombarding Vil for tryouts. He sent a stern look her way and Yuu smiled before departing from the auditorium. Sometimes it's fun to be aware of the chaos you can cause around the campus with just a single song.

[faebaex]

Hi! I love our stuff and thank you for posting even if you don't chose or get to mine! Thanks so much with sharing your talent! <3

Name: Robyn

Gender: Male (red curly hair/blue eyes if that comes up)

Scenario: just something with Rook! Maybe something protective or sweet! Anything would be amazing with our adorable, ridiculous Frenchman! :D

author note: helloooo sorry this took so long ;-; I really love all your works, your poly Octavinelle is just *chefs kiss* (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ ⁠~⁠♪ I hope you enjoy!! Rook is so goofy, what will we do with him~

characters: Rook Hunt x M!Reader

"Beauté!"

"100 points!"

"My beloved trickster, you look divine!"

Endless compliments had been flowing from Rook's lips over this past week. He often complimented you, but recently it was like he had gone into hyperdrive, often waxing lyrical about how you were born from the tears of Gods, how you were brighter than the light that shone from the moon and how the sweetest of bird songs could never compare to your voice. It was becoming a bit... Much. And you weren't the only one noticing.

"Rook has been a bit..." Deuce hesitated as you, him and Ace walked through the main college building after a long day of classes.

"Unhinged?" Ace added unhelpfully, cheeky smile on his lips as he walked with one arm behind his head.

"That's rude, Ace." Deuce chided, but his expression said he didn't entirely disagree, "he's just been very... Into you lately, Y/N." Deuce finally said, and you could feel your cheeks turning red at the comment.

"Yeah, what was today's poem? 'Everyday with you gives me a thrill, my dreams you richly fulfill', yada yada yada?" Ace teased, his grin widening when he saw the red tint on your cheeks flush down to your neck.

"Come on, Rook always compliments everyone he sees..." You retorted, keeping your eyes on the ground as you knew your rebuttal was weak at best. Ace scoffed and Deuce shook his head, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Please, you can't tell me you actually think he serenades everyone like he does when he sees you." Ace gibed, and Deuce couldn't help but nod in agreement. "He got down on one knee in the cafeteria the other day to offer you a napkin." Deuce pointed out and you felt your cheeks grow hot again as you remembered the scene. Thank Seven that Vil dragged him away before he could continue.

"So, like... Are you two dating?" Ace blurted out, his and Deuce's curious eyes on you now. You squirmed, fingers fiddling with the hem of your blazer as you kept your eyes glued to the floor.

"No! Of course not... I mean, I don't think so?" You felt your blush deepening with every word you spoke and you opened your mouth to retort further when you were suddenly interrupted by a shout from nearby.

"Trickster!"

You, Ace and Deuce all froze in place as you recognised Rook's voice calling out to you. You didn't have a chance to react as he was already walking towards you, his usual whimsical smile on his face as he stopped in front of you.

"My, your face is rather red, Trickster! Like the ripest of apples! Is everything all right?" Rook inquired, and you heard Ace snort beside you and you dug an elbow into his side. If Rook saw, he said nothing, keeping his eyes trained on you with his usual fanciful smile on his lips.

"Yes, yes. I'm fine, Rook. Did you need something?" You said, fluster obvious in your tone as you tried to pat at your cheeks discreetly, as if that would somehow will away the colour in your cheeks.

"I wondered if you had a moment to spare? It would make me the happiest man alive if you would grace me with your presence for a walk around the grounds?" Rook all but sang, his hands gesturing in his usual eccentric manner. It looked like he'd break into another one of his compliment filled routines any moment, so you quickly stepped forward and agreed in hopes of saving your cheeks from colouring any further.

"Y-yes sure, that would be nice..." You looked back at Ace and Deuce, giving them an awkward smile and a small wave, "I'll see you guys later." Ace and Deuce both uttered farewells, but could not hide the curious looks on their faces as they watched you and Rook walk away.

You let Rook lead the walk, even as he kept close to your side, close enough that your arms were brushing against each other. You felt your face growing hot again. In an attempt to compose yourself, you broke the silence between you, "Rook, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, Trickster! I adore your questions!" Rook responded with a flourish, turning his green eyes upon you once again. Hunter's eyes, eyes that felt like they tracked your every move, you could almost feel a shiver ready to run up your spine. You cleared your throat and looked away briefly, finding it easier to ask your question when you weren't staring directly into his unnerving gaze.

"Um... Well..." You began, and Rook hummed in acknowledgment, his eyes still on you, and you suddenly felt so much more self conscious. However, you swallowed and carried on, "you know lately... You've been very..." You paused.

"Yes?" Rook enquired, whimsical smile still on his lips, his face giving nothing away.

"Well... You've been giving me a lot of compliments lately... And other things... And it's been a bit... Much..." You had finally mustered up the courage to look up at Rook again, only to cringe back when you caught sight of him.

Rook stood, his eyebrows raised, with his hands pressed dramatically over his heart.

"Mon dieu! Trickster, I can't believe my displays of affection have caused you distress! Oh, how I lament this turn of events!" Rook mourned, his hand raising so the back of it rested against his forehead as he leaned back, like he was a damsel in distress.

"Rook--" You tried, but he had already began.

"It can't be helped, when I see your shining beauty, my heart soars--"

"Roo--"

"My, it is a shame... Nay! A crime! That the rest of campus is largely unaware of how brightly you shine!"

"Rook."

"Why, is it not admirable that I make it my mission to enlighten the masses to your precious allure?"

You bit your lip as you watched him continue to wax lyrical about you once again.

"I would be able to retire a happy man if I knew but a few were enlightened to how wonderful you truly are." Rook finished, taking his hat off with a flourish.

Silence fell between you, with you and Rook left staring at each other, him in his ridiculous, flourished pose and you, awkwardly with your hands at your sides. The silence stretched between you, only to be broken by your undignified snort as your stiff composure crumpled in a heap of giggles.

"Rook, you are ridiculous!"

You wiped at the tears that were forming in your eyes as you laughed uncontrollably, feeling your ribs ache from your mirth. When you finally were able to look up at Rook, you could see a cheeky glint in his eyes as he righted his hat back onto his head.

"Ah but Trickster, you love it." The smile Rook wore was rugged and charming as he made his way back to your side, curving an arm around your back as he guided you to continue your weekly walk, which you always eagerly anticipated.

"But can you tone it down a bit? Vil will string me up if he catches you on your knees in the cafeteria again!" You asked with a pout.

"Non, non Trickster! I can tone, but the direction will not be down!"

"Rook!"

[slyvester101]

Percy Jackson au since I was listening to the soundtrack and rvb has made a permanent spot in my brain. This ended up much longer than I thought it was and it's really just the sparknotes. So uh, enjoy my rantings.

Carolina is the daughter of Athena. Her dad did not know her mom was a god and when she inevitably left, he thought that making his daughter the best of the best at everything would bring her back. It did not. Now Carolina has issues. Church is Carolina's younger brother but is fully human. He does, however, have the ability to see all the mythological creatures that come around chasing after Carolina and gets dragged with her to Camp Half-Blood since he's also being abused by their dad.

Connie is a daughter of Athena, but she became a hunter of Artemis and basically got disowned for it (which wasn't all that different from how she was being treated by her mom before). She's on good terms with most of the freelancers, but her and Carolina have a lot of drama since Carolina hates the fact that Connie left to be a hunter instead of staying to make their mother proud.

South and North are the children of Ares. South is a very stereotypical Ares kid who is all competitive and aggressive and ready to throw down for any reason. North is much calmer than his sister and his other Ares siblings and prefers to talk things out before beating the shit out of someone. He almost single handedly got himself and his sister to Camp Half-blood, so you know he's not to be underestimated. Maine is also an Ares kid but more of the silent and deadly type. Even before injuring his throat on a quest, he was very intimidating to most of the campers even though he's generally pretty chill.

York is the son of Hermes and has been at Camp since he was very little. He's definitely a trickster and likes to pull harmless little pranks around camp to get the other campers feeling more like kids instead of soldiers. He's the councilor of his cabin and is usually the one to give orientation to the new campers. Wash is also a Hermes kid but with more of the cunning and thievery part of his godly parent. He's a sneaky little shit with the wits of an Athena kid. Definitely traumatized, but underneath all his teenage angst is a good hearted kid who wants to protect his friends.

Tex is the daughter of Zeus and is the powerhouse of camp. She's been at camp almost as long as York has but been on twice the amount of quests as everyone in camp combined. She despises the fact that Church is at camp, but he's also the only kids brave enough to call her out on her bullshit so bluntly so he gets to stick around... for now.

Wyoming is the son of Apollo because look at this man. You cannot tell me he wasn't a theater kid in high school. Specifically the very annoying ones that ruin the production for everyone else because they have to be in the spotlight. He's got an annoyingly good voice and his jokes are subpar but everyone wants to knock this guy down a peg so bad.

Florida is the son of Dionysus and lives for the madness and chaos of half-blood life. He's got a bloodthirst that makes the Ares kids look tame and is infamous for that one game of capture the flag where he dislocated his shoulders to get out of a trap and then continued to play the game like nothing happened. He is scary and campers fear him (expect for Wyoming because they match each other's crazy).

Now the reds and blues!

Tucker is the son of Aphrodite and has the worst charm voice ever, cannot get anyone to fall for it ever. The only person he's semi-gotten was Wash and that's because that man is a simp and already acts stupid when he's around Tucker. That being said, Tucker hates using his charm voice anyways because, as an Aphrodite kid, everyone always assumes that they have free range to touch or drag him around like he doesn't have standards for the people he wants to kiss/date and he doesn't want to force others into that same situation. Luckily, his siblings are awesome and they all have each other's backs for shit like this and that especially goes for baby Junior that every child in Aphrodite Cabin would die for.

Caboose and Sarge are Satyrs, Sarge being a veteran in bringing kids to camp while Caboose's first trek with half-bloods was when he brought Carolina, Church, and Tucker to camp. Sarge was the one to bring Simmons, Grif, and Donut btw and I like to think that campers are all attached to the satyrs that brought them to camp so the whole Reds vs Blues rivalry is basically just them fighting over who has the better Satyr.

Freckles is a hell hound, nuff said.

Simmons is the son of Hephaestus and spends hours hunkered down making little inventions that often time explode, not always on accident. Sarge can often be found with him since Simmons helped make his assistant bot Lopez who is always malfunctioning since, y'know, it's a summer camp with limited supplies. Grif can also be found with Simmons but is much less helpful and is always getting food all over Simmons work desk! It's incredibly inconsiderate.

Grif is the son of Dionysus who is way too similar to his dad. He's grumpy, he's snarky, he has a tendency to mispronounce or straight up make up names for people when he doesn't like or want to talk to them, and he's secretly very fond of the people who annoy him the most (Simmons). He has also gotten in trouble because he refuses to offer up his food to the gods so instead he started making booze at camp and pours one out for them instead. Grif has burns on his hands from the first time he did that because he forgot that alcohol was flammable.

Donut is our third Hermes kid but with a knack for communication and language. He's all about getting to see the world and meet new people but is content to settle for getting to know the various people who come to camp. He knows everything there is to know about mythology and monsters and the like. He also likes helping out in the infirmary (mostly so he can hang out with Apollo kid Doc, but that's neither here nor there) and gets campers to relax before procedures by getting them to chat about their lives and likes and interests.

THERE THAT'S EVERYONE YOU'RE DONE YOU'RE WELCOME