#Not to convince him of anything because he’s got to do that on his own

[konigsfavgirl]

inspiration from here 🎀 — had to make my own version, it just feels so accurate lmaoooo

König never liked the beach. Too hot, too bright, too many people. The sand got everywhere, the humidity made his clothes stick to him, and worst of all? The sun. Scorching, merciless, and completely unavoidable. He preferred the cool, quiet shade of the mountains, where he could actually breathe without feeling like he was being slow-roasted alive.

Yet, despite his many complaints, he found himself standing there, right at the edge of the shore, watching you run toward the waves with excitement. He didn’t even know how he ended up here, but he had a pretty good guess.

Your enthusiasm was his greatest weakness. He could handle combat, intense military training, and even life-or-death situations. But when you looked at him with those pleading eyes, practically bouncing on your toes as you asked, “Please, König? Just one beach day?”—he knew he had already lost.

And now, here he was. A 6’10 Austrian war machine, drowning in layers of sunscreen, sweating under the sun, and internally regretting every life choice that led him here.

When you took a glimpse of that pretty seaside, your eyes shone like there were gold coins waiting for you to pick them up, but König? He was doing that for you, not because he wanted to do it and he made that clear multiple times during your way there.

He was sent into pure horror when he realized that there was no shade anywhere. Thank God he packed a whole beach tent without your concern, and he was about to set it up immediately before his little angel got harmed by the hot sun.

König was a man of precision, but the sunscreen application? Pure panic. It wasn’t just the normal kind either. He frantically applied layer after layer to your skin, barely taking a breath. He was in a full-on frenzy, convinced the tiniest bit of exposed skin could burn you. “It’s for your safety, Hase,” he muttered, even as he smothered your face with a second, third, and fourth layer of SPF 50.

The moment you stepped away from him and into the water, he was already freaking out. Watching you wade into the water, König hesitated, his gaze darting from you to the waves. He couldn’t swim properly. Not because he couldn’t float or manage basic movements, but his height made it impossible to wade through the shallow water without his legs towering out. Plus, the waves didn’t seem to care about his size—they crashed right into his broad chest, making him feel even more awkward.

He stayed at the shoreline, awkwardly trying to look composed, but secretly dying of discomfort as he watched you splash around.

And then, it happened—the burn. Just a light redness on your cheek, but to König? It might as well have been a full-blown sun-induced crisis.

“NEIN!” He yelled, rushing over and carefully inspecting the area like he was checking for a wound, his brows furrowing in disbelief. His hands were all over you now, reapplying sunscreen like you were his most precious cargo, never mind the fact that he’d just done this not five minutes ago.

He was almost ready to take you back to the tent and wrap you in a cocoon of blankets until you were safe from the cruel sun. The waves and beach? Forget them. His main focus was now keeping you safe.

He looked around frantically, as if the itself was at fault for making you burn. “We need to go back to the shade!” he hissed. And even though you reassured him it wasn’t that bad, he wasn’t hearing it. He was already dragging you back under the tent, keeping you in the shade as if you might spontaneously combust if exposed to the sun for more than a second.

He indeed was overreacting but he would never forget himself if you got harmed by anything, he was supposed to protect you and keep you safe from any threat — he was smittened by you like he was never before and he knew that

[intimidating-fettuccine]

A free request! Write whatever you feel like writing! :D

Thank yooouuu. I've been feeling really stressed lately, so;

How a few of my favorites comfort you after a rough day

Jeff's first instinct when you're having a rough day is warmth and snuggles. He gets your favorite drink, gets your favorite snacks (even if he has to make a quick run to the store for them), and carries you very gently upstairs with him. He'll place you in bed and wrap you in as many blankets as he physically can manage, to the point you just have to laugh about it, and then he'll pull you against him and just hold you. He'll insist he has to be the one to serve you your snacks and drink, and he'll tickle you if you disagree and you won't be able to escape him because of the aforementioned blankets. He'll let you ramble about anything you need to, or he'll distract you by telling you a bunch of random stories about things that have happened to him the last week. Anything to get your mind to a better place.

BEN takes a somewhat similar approach, with having your snacks prepared and your favorite drinks, but luckily he doesn't have to run to the store because this little guy keeps your favorites in/on top of a mini fridge in his room. Before you can even make it to his room at the end of the day he's already got the best blanket fort you'll ever lay your eyes on crafted up, and both your favorite videos/movies and games queued up, for whatever kind of mood you're in. BEN is the master listener and advice giver of the mansion, so it's common for you to curl up into his side while watching dumb Tiktoks or kicking his ass at Mario Kart while ranting about what you have going on, and he always gives you really solid advice on how to handle it that makes you feel better. You'll always be curled up in a ball in that perfect blanket fort laughing as hard as you can and feeling much better by the end of the night with him.

Helen struggles a bit at the beginning of your relationship when it comes to comfort, but he gets better over time. He's just so bad at communicating his own feelings, so it's hard for him to help you communicate yours, but he gets pretty good at helping you relax. Aromatherapy with the scents you find most relaxing, placing you in his incredibly soft luxurious robe you always try and steal from him, and an endless supply of cuddles because actions can speak louder than words sometimes. He gets pretty touchy when you're having a bad day, always gripping and squeezing your hand, running his palms up and down your back or through your hair, pressing kisses to your forehead. I think another thing he does would be to draw on you. He'll pick your favorite colors and doodle across your skin in a way that both relaxes and distracts you. I can see him making it a guessing game, where you're not allowed to look at what he's doing and you have to guess what he's drawing. He does a good job of making you feel seen and cared for, even if he's not great with words.

EJ always uses the excuse of doctor's orders when he can tell you're too stressed out, and who are you to refuse your doctor when he's just so convincing? And by convincing, I mean draping himself across your body for the entire day and begging you to curl up in bed with him so he can take care of you. He makes sure you're staying hydrated, and he'll have Slender cook you up one of your favorite meals to make you feel better. I think he also likes giving you massages, and he's really fucking good at it, always immediately finding your tense areas and gently working them out and getting you into a state of sleepy bliss he can take advantage of and cuddle you until you're begging him to let go of you so you can get up. He's quite good at talking you through things from a doctor's standpoint, and he uses that skill to help you work through your problems in a way that helps you feel more calm about the things going on in your life. He does worry about you when you get stressed, both as your partner and doctor, because he doesn't want your health to start deteriorating, so he keeps his eyes on you and does his best to catch your stress early.

[vikkirosko]

Alastor, Angel Dust and Carmilla dating S/O, who's main hobby is pissing Vees (Vox for Alastor, Valentino for Angel Dust, Velvette for Carmilla) off, please? Bonus if Vees try to get their revenge on S/O, only for S/O to outsmart them and instead make them look like fools.

Headcanons Piss off

🕷 Angel Dust x Reader 💖

Angel has always been good at hiding from others that Valentino caused him a lot of pain. But he couldn't hide it from you. You were dating and you saw perfectly well how much he was in pain, you saw the bruises, which only got bigger each time and you didn't like it. That's why you decided that you would ruin his life as much as you could. You called it your hobby. You pissed Valentino off in every way you could. You weren't worried that Valentino might hurt you. You were going to protect Angel, even if you had to put yourself in danger to do it. Including when you came face to face with Valentino

You often ruined advertisements by painting graffiti on them, or by completely destroying billboards and posters. You smashed up his stores, though not always with your own hands. You were smart enough to convince those who were unhappy with Valentino to do what you needed to do. Angel sometimes witnessed how you negotiated everything. It was enough for you to send a few messages, after which, after a few hours, you could tell him that, apparently, his working day was canceled. Indeed, after a while, he received a message that the work was canceled because someone had trashed the studio. Angel often told you not to take risks. If Valentino found out that you were behind all this, he wouldn't leave you alone until he destroyed you, but every time you hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, you told him that you would figure it out and that he didn't have to worry about anything

Valentino was able to find out who was behind his problems and he was going to get back at you. He sent mercenaries to you after finding out where you were supposed to be. Valentino was angry, and he didn't even realize that you were involved with Angel. When Angel was about to go to work, he received a message from you in which you asked him to stay at the hotel today and not go to the studio, for his own safety. He asked you what you did this time. You told him that you sent Valentino a little message. Angel listened to your advice and it saved him from the anger of his boss. Valentino actually received the package. In the box was the head of one of the mercenaries and a small piece of paper on which you wrote to him so that he would not try to outplay the host of the game. You weren't going to stop angering him, and you proved that he would have to take you into account, even if he didn't initially perceive you as a serious problem

Angel didn't want you to risk yourself. He wanted you to stay safe no matter what, but you were going to protect him. Even though you called it your hobby, your main goal was to protect someone you cared about from Valentino. You were willing to take risks if it meant you could help him at least a little. You weren't strong enough to stop Valentino once and for all, but if you could do anything for Angel, then you were going to do it. And if that meant destroying his property and sending him bloody messages, then you were going to keep doing it

📻 Alastor x Reader 🎙

Alastor was not a fan of modern technology. He was feuding with Vox, and it wasn't that big of a secret. Only they themselves knew about the true cause of their conflict. They did not openly clash, preferring to annoy each other in various ways. However, something happened that came as a surprise to him. Alastor didn't expect that you were also annoying Vox. He didn't know why you were doing this, but he was amused that you were really good at ruining his life. He watched how every time the TVs glitched when Vox was angry, it only made Alastor's smile wider. He was happy with what you were doing and wasn't going to get in your way

You often hacked into the TV network and applications that Vox controlled and left various viruses there, or you just broke everything. You were smart enough and died to make it so that he couldn't track you and Alastor, watching you and what you were doing, catching yourself thinking that this was probably the only advantage of modern technology. If you didn't know better, he wouldn't have been able to witness how angry his old rival was. One day, during a quiet evening that you spent together, Alastor asked you why you were so eager to annoy Vox. Your answer came as a surprise to him. You told him that you didn't have any particular reason for it. You didn't hate Vox, he didn't do anything to you. To be honest, you didn't care about him at all. You just thought it was funny to see him get angry, and at some point it became your hobby. After a few seconds of silence, Alastor laughed. He thought your answer was the funniest thing he'd heard all day

Vox was confident that he could find you. He was surprised that you left your mark on his system and he was able to find you. He was going to destroy what you had and show you that you shouldn't have messed with him. But when he got into your computer, he found out that he was mistaken. You tricked him. It wasn't your computer, but a trap you created, into which he fell. You led him to a virus that started messing up his system, which is why Vox couldn't do much. Alastor found out about the incident from you and laughed for a long time at the thought that his opponent was in a difficult position and really believed that you would have made such a stupid mistake, even though you had not left any traces that could lead Vox to you before

You both didn't let Vox live in peace, but in different ways. Alastor liked the fact that you had one more common interest. He liked listening to your stories about what you were doing, how you were interfering with his work and even his peaceful life. Your stories pleased Alastor and he was interested to know if together you could make his rival's life unbearable

🗡 Carmilla Carmine x Reader ⚔️

Carmilla and you weren't just partners. You always accompanied her, not so much for safety reasons as to keep her company. She wasn't against it, and you could see that every time she came across Velvette, there were conflicts between them. You rarely stayed away, leaving harsh comments, turning Velvette's attention to yourself and exchanging passive-aggressive comments with her. Carmilla didn't want you to get into trouble, but you handled it pretty well on your own. You've never felt hatred or anything else strong towards Velvette, but you genuinely enjoyed pissing her off. It's become your hobby, and along with it, your way to take a little revenge for the fact that she upset or angered Carmilla

You were good at hacking into the social networks and applications that Velvette used, and with their help you did what you wanted. You handled it well, leaving no traces of penetration, and as soon as she discovered it, she started to get angry. You smiled when you saw what you were doing, and Carmilla, seeing your pleased expression, understood that you had done something that could well be a source of problems for you, but every time she asked you about it, you said that she shouldn't have worried about it and that everything was under control. full control. She really wanted to believe it. She didn't know exactly what you were doing, considering that she didn't follow social media much and you weren't in a hurry to tell her exactly what you were doing, not wanting her to get mad at you for taking unnecessary risks

Velvette guessed who was to blame for the problems she had, and she intended to take revenge on you. Velvette was confident that she would be able to do it, and at first, it would seem, everything really went like this. But at some point, she saw how she lost all control of her phone. She tried to stop it, but at some point her phone screen went black and she lost any opportunity to do anything. When her phone came back to normal, she saw that she had lost access to all her social networks, and this infuriated her. She couldn't believe that you could do this, and she wasn't going to forgive you for it, even though she couldn't get back at you in any way

Carmilla saw that your mood has been surprisingly good lately. She guessed that your good mood was related to Velvette's bad mood, but she wasn't going to bother you. She knew you were a reasonable person and you wouldn't put yourself at unnecessary risk. In the meantime, you could have fun and still stay safe, which was more than fine with her. She watched with a soft smile as you giggled while looking at the phone screen, and she was glad that you were happy

[carbonatedjem]

Junkan Week 2025 - Day 7 - Coffeeshop AU

Lookie here! We got a Fanfic Adaptation for the first time in awhile! What fic? One that you can't read! Cause this is based on a Coffeeshop AU my friend made inspired by the coffeshop au i did for Syomaru awhile back, he made like two short fics off of it, put them in my DMs, and then never posted them anywhere because I don't think he posts anything anywhere. Here is me getting permission to do this btw

Anyway I would have done art of my own Coffeeshop AU which does have Junkan, however that one has nothing to do with Coffee nor a Shop for Coffee, his did. Also doubles as a Band AU if Junko's appearance is anything to go off of. I will now post the description of Junko's design for the hell of it.

Now realizing I didn't draw her leaning on the table GOD DAMMIT

Anyway I'll try and convince him to lock in and make an AO3 at some point so people can actually like, read his fics. Cause he's actually done a substantial amount of Junkan and even some other ships. Will it be to your taste? No clue, but more Junkan in the world is a net positive in my opinion.

Oh uh, art wise I had a lot of fun designing Junko if it wasn't obvious. I've made it so that her hair will be unbearable to draw in the future, but I've made worse choices artistically sooooo, myeh

@the-100-days-of-junkan

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

The Front Man | Yandere Alphabet |

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Warnings/Notes: grammar mistakes. Yandere Themes.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Its so intense but at the same time si gentle. First he would get you lots and I mean lots of gifts. And the best clothes. He would also tell you the most sweet things you can imagine. His soft side its only for you to see, consider it a gift itself because outside the bedroom you two share this Man is heartless.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

As much as necesary. Lets say he finds out someone (probably a guard if you two are together in the Island) has been harassing you, he has no repairs in killing them. Make no mistake on this. He knows where the organs of some players go but turns a blind eye , well he will order that this one guard is sent to that and that his organs must be removed with minimal to no sleep drug.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Depends. If you two were together before he won and got back on Seoul he would try to convince you. He hates the idea of making you hate him or doing something you dont want to.

If he was Stalking you before the games and he returns he does abduct you but wont mock you for it. But make you see that he is the only one who can protect you from the dangers of the world.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

No. He hates the idea of doing something against your will because it would mean you will be afraid and less open to him. No, he will try to look for ways to get you do what he wants without clear danger.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

If you two were together before the games then he is open to you. He lets you know how he felt when he won the first game, how sad he was seeing his allies die or how much guilt he felt when he won. Even if it did mean going back to you and have a better future together.

If he takes you after he won then he is more reserved. At least at the start of it. He feels like he cant show you a weak side of him or you will think you can escape from him. Even if he misses being open with you.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Angry its the most prominent feeling. He knows what he is doing is bad. Keeping them locked away from the world. But he is too blind with his obsession over you. He wont do anything drastic when he is angry, he leaves you till you calm down and then returns and tries to talk to you so you end understanding why he does all of this.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No. His feelings as twisted as it can be. Are Real. He loves you, adores you. You are his reason to keep going and not give in to his most dark desires and ideas. Yes, the Front Man role may corrupt him. Seeing so much death and human cruelty...but his feelings are sincere.

And he would hate you trying to escape. The idea makes his skin crawl. He wants you to be as comfortable as you can with him. He knows he really does know how twisted and fucked up the situation is. But he cant imagine his life without you.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Insolation. If you do something that breaks his trust on you then he will leave you on your own. No one can speak with you. The Guards are only ordered to give you food, clothes and even watch you bath (outside of course). Even him ignores you for some time till he feels you are too sad and needs to be on your side again.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Before being the Front Man is idea was to marry you and make a family with you using the money. After he becomes the Front Man all he wants its you to be with him at the Island and just be there together. Maybe he can still marry you in there. But the idea of a family its no longer on his mind.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Yes. He does get jealous but he does not lash out. At least not in front of you. Its not your fault others does not understand you are his. He will kill them once you are away and you never really know who is who giving the mask and how quickly they get New staff with the same number.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Softie old tired Man. All he wants its you to he by his side. When he feels too tired he wants to hold, at nights he cuddles you and if he feels too vulnerable he wants you to cuddle him. And tell him how much you love him and care for him. Please tell him he is a good Man...it will erase doubts of himself.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Outside the Island he was a gentlemen about it. As a former Detective he could easily read others. How you two meet its Open to many things but maybe you two crossed paths on a store or on a more sad case he had to help you get ride of an ex. Anyway, for him it was instant love. He knew it was too fast and that he had to control himself. And he did. He would court you like the old days. He prefers dates outside or in a quiet place so you two can talk and get to know each other. He sucks at texting and does not use emojis. If you send him one he may be confused...and dont make me start on stickers.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

YES. With you he is a gentlemen. A dotted partner. Unless you do something (like trying to escape) he is nothing but caring with you. He does his best to keep his dark side hided. With others he is cold. No emotions. Only orders. Only a few know his face and he has these on a thin leash.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

As I said Insolation. Its not someone who would enjoy physicall punishments on you. He knows sometimes he can be short temper specially if he is under stress. Thats why when the games are going to start or he is getting ready for a new "season of games" he tends to keep his distance from you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Freedom. He is against the idea of you living without him. He will keep you at his side at the Island and if when the games are not taking place he has a house then he keeps you there. You wont work or do anything. There are cameras to secure that you wont try anything.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Lots. Even if he is obsess with you he also knows its bad and what he is doing its terrible. A crime actually. So he expects some fight for you. Even if he hates when you two fight. He is very patient with you. Waiting for you to calm dow so you two can talk. He will try to use his tactics from when he was a detective to convince you that this is for your best.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If you die this Man dies with you in a sense of humanity. Nothing can bring him back to how he was. His humanity was removed from him in the games he won and you were the only thing that kept him going, the only light he saw and felt. The only heath he felt, not even the morning sun can compare to you. He becomes colder and no one dares to mention your name or even say that you were ever there.

If you escape he will do everything in his power (and he has a lot) to track you back and bring you to him. The relationship may break but he is still admant on making it work.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Yes and no. He needs you by his side. He does feel guilt at first. When he sees how you miss your old life, friends, family. He tries to buy your happiness even if it looks like its not working. But as time goes on the guilt will go off. He will learn to live with the fact that a part of you may hate him for the rest of his life. It hurts him but he accepts it.

But let you escape ? NO. Never. Its never on his mind. The idea is that you stay with him forever.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Maybe he was a detective on a case and you were a victim. He felt the strange need to protect you more than others. Will brush it off as him being protective and doing his work. Till his mind slowly becomes consumed by you.

Maybe you were friends with his younger brother and he felt like no person was worth of you. He saw you grow up and be a bit naive. And he saw the worse in humans. He may become your silent protector years prior to all the game drama.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Bad. Unless the Insolation its a punish from him he feels terrible when you do it or when you cry. He knows its a reflection of his actions. On how bad they are and how you felt. He would have to ignore you because he is afraid he may break and let you go...

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He is more tone down than a classic Yandere. Its not violent physically. Its not that deep on manipulation but still does. He wont go and say he will target your loved ones if you dont obey him. He is protective but thats his nature.

Overall maybe the best one you could get with.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Guilt. If his darling is smart enough to press onto his guilt then they may get a chance. Dont make it too clear...he is still a sharp mind and may find out quickly what you are trying to do.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Physically ? Never. Mentally ? Yes. The insolation may leave a scar on you.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He is over the moon with you. To him you are his salvation there is no other way to describe it. He has you in high regards and wont ever let anyone say anything to hurt you.

If we talk about dating...this Man goes beyond of what is expected. Maybe you two have a age gap and you are used to little to no romance...well he is there to show you that romance its not dead. Flower ? Yes. Chocolates? Yes. Fluffy creatures if you are into that ? Yes. Do you follow a passion like writing or drawing ? He is looking for ways to support you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Depends. But he is very patient and slow on his approach. If you are more shy then he is slower and wont push your boundaries. If you are more extrovert he flirts more. And if he sees that maybe he is overdoing it then he stops. He is actually very communicative with you about his intentions when dating you (pre games). Does not want one night stand but a full relationship and wants to let that clear.

After the games...well he is worried you may have a different view of him. He will act quickly this time. Asking you to marry him or to move in with him. Till he takes the place as Front Man he keeps you close and once that position comes then he is taking you with him.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

No. He will insolate you as punish but wont ever break you. He likes your spirit, your personality, your human self. He cant have just a body with no will...it goes against what he believes. Besides he does not sees you like the ones who enters the games. So to him you are truly special and for that he promises himself to never hurt you in a way that will remove your humanity.

[dinoandguitar]

"Without Asking, Without Saying"

Boyfriend!XuMinghao(The8) x Girlfriend!Reader

Pure fluff! (Reader overworks herself )

You were always busy. Whether it was work, errands, or simply getting caught up in your own thoughts, you hardly ever stopped to take a breath. Minghao had noticed this about you early on. You were the kind of person who put others first, who brushed off your own exhaustion and kept moving forward as if resting was something you didn’t deserve.

And he didn’t like that.So, he took it upon himself to make sure you were okay-even if you never realized it.

It was in the little things. The way he would wordlessly hand you a water bottle when he noticed you hadn’t drunk anything all day. The way he made sure there was always food in your fridge, sometimes dropping by unannounced with a bag of takeout because he “happened to be in the area.” The way he would casually nudge you toward the couch when he saw you rubbing your temples, convincing you to take “just five minutes” to rest, even though he knew you’d fall asleep the moment your head hit the pillow.

Tonight was no different.

You had been working on something for hours, eyes glued to your laptop screen, completely oblivious to your surroundings. Minghao, sitting across the room, watched quietly as you chewed on your lip in concentration. He had seen this scene play out a hundred times before. You got so focused that you forgot to eat, forgot to drink, forgot to just breathe.

With a quiet sigh, he stood up, walking into the kitchen. You didn’t even look up when he returned, placing a warm cup of tea beside you. "Drink," he murmured, his voice soft but firm.You blinked, finally snapping out of your trance. “Huh?” He crossed his arms, giving you a pointed look. “You’ve been staring at that screen for hours. Drink your tea before it gets cold.”

You stared at him for a moment, as if processing his words, before finally sighing in defeat. Wrapping your hands around the warm mug, you took a slow sip, the tension in your shoulders easing just slightly. He sat beside you, watching with quiet satisfaction. "Better?"

You nodded, letting out a soft hum of approval. "You always do this," you said after a moment. "Do what?" "Take care of me." He shrugged, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "Someone has to."

Your heart fluttered at his words, at the tenderness in his gaze. You had been so caught up in everything else that you never really stopped to think about how much he did for you.

You smiled, setting your tea down before leaning into his side, letting your head rest against his shoulder. Minghao didn’t say anything, but you felt the way he softened, the way his arm instinctively came up to wrap around you.

And maybe, just this once, you would let yourself slow down.

Because Minghao was always watching over you.

And you were starting to realize that you wouldn’t want it any other way.

[acupofinkedblood]

Witchlaser x reader

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

• Have you heard the rumors? Deep within the wood lives a wizard whose laugh shall haunt every poor child’s nightmare. Malice roots deep in his heart, corrupting people’s mind with foul chanting of the unknown. When the night falls, he works on his scheme of who knows, which makes even the village that lives far away from the outskirt of the forest where his lair resides trembling with uncertainty. No one dares to go too deep into the forest. If one wants to pick up herbs, do it at the safe zone. If one needs to get the water from a stream, do it in the shallow part. Adults using the weaved tale of this unmerciful entity to make their children obey their words, but also to keep them safe. Nobody want to see their closed one fall into the palm of his vile hand, their fate will never be anything positive if they cross their path with the wizard. There have been many incidents when someone wandered too deep into the forest, only to either become lost forever or turn into a crazy mindless shell of who they used to be. That alone already makes it clear that they should have just stayed inside the village if they want to live

• But then someone just has to wonder about the truth behind those tales used to scare the kids. Curious, aren’t you? O prying soul of a mice, heed my words, do you really wish to witness this evil being by your own eyes without knowing the consequences it might bring? You have never paid too much attention about this certain wizard that everyone is so freaked out about, or you’re just arrived, whatever it is - the decision was yours

• But one day, as if you were under a spell metaphorically, your interest was caught during that moment when someone literally yelled aloud while blaming the wizard on the disappearance of their family member. That was new. After all, it had been a long time since someone last got lost inside the dark forest. A part of your mind was debating whether or not was the disappearance actually the wizard’s fault, or was the missing person just stupid because there was literally a sign of ‘Danger Ahead’ placed at the outskirt of the area. If someone ignored it to enter the forest, that was on them to be honest. Then again, it does provide you a good excuse to go investigate the case

• The villagers say a lots. How you just don’t know any better when gambling your life away just for this particular wizard, wicked and unhinged. How much better it will be when you just leave yourself out of this and just go on with how your life is going originally, maybe help a soul out or just travel around will do. How the curiosity shall kill the cat and you shouldn’t interfere in matters beyond one’s comprehension. Basically just anything that will hopefully get you to change your mind. But you already know the drill. You know what you truly want in this path divided into two options: To play it safe, or to satisfy your own curiosity. Yeah, you know that they just care for your well-being — hence the nagging and all — but there is something that drawn you into the unknown. To seek out this infamous individual then feast your eyes with the revelation of this secret. Playing the main character card huh? Well, one can’t blame you. Despite all their urgings to convince you to just forget about finding this wizard, you make it your ultimate quest to go on to discover the truth about him. How foolish, yet so intriguing at the same time - as someone will think of you

• You stay true to your intentions, not giving a flying damn about what the others have to say to beg you to stay, you already prepare yourself the necessities that will aid you in this trip for the long run. With that being said, you bid your farewell with your peers despite their never ending protests and just head inside the dark woods without any worries. Confidence is something that every adventurer has to learn, it’s a necessary trait after all, safe to say you have just enough to ignore the potential danger in this stupid journey. During your very first moment, you hold your head high with pride. That is until the sunlight starts to fade slightly does your cockiness slowly dies down. And when it reaches to a certain point so below that euphoric state, you just realize something that makes you want to slap your own face: Nobody exactly knows where this evil wizard lives at all. The best they can say is that he lives deep inside the forest. But where exactly? Well, nobody really knows since they are too scared to even find out

• As much as you’re annoyed with the lack of solid evidence of this so-called villainous entity, that somehow seems to fuel your determination even more. Who knows, maybe you’ll be the first one to ever note down the lair of this evil wizard on the map properly! You keep on walking and walking, not aware of how much time has passed by. The thick layers of leaves have swallowed even the tiniest ray of warm sunlight that failed to get through it, and the only source of light available for you is the fireflies dancing around nowhere, maybe a bit of those luminous florals too. Beautiful, isn’t it? But also eerie as well because you don’t know what is lurking in the shadows. Like it or not, you start to swear all sort of things inside your mind - something like if you manage to get to the wizard’s place safe and sound, you will list out all the things you can do to repay whatever spirit that aids you in this journey

• As if your prayers have been answered, within what feels like another couple of hours of moving through the humid woods by yourself, you catch a glimpse of something else than another ancient-looking tree or small animals that observe you from afar. A gleam coming from a house from a near distance! Don’t jump in joy just yet, make no haste when messing with something you aren’t sure about. Judging by the aesthetic of the charms decorated all around the house itself, you bet the hell out of your mind that it’s where you need to find: The hideout of the villain — in theory — that has been terrorizing the villager for so long. Finally this day has came

• But of course, safety first. You take a look around the house first, make sure to avoid any potential suspicion that can be a trap then calculate your strategy accordingly to find out how should you investigate this place. Politely knock on the door and wait for a response? Picking the locks then sneak in as swift as the wind? Bragging the door down with no second thought? You’re already so close to the truth now, it’s too late to turn back. While you’re busy thinking of your plans, you have no ideas there is a pair of eyes that have observed you ever since you stepped into the forbidden territory. Something belonged to an animal, yet it feels so off. You can’t help but look back, wondering if your mind is just playing tricks with you. At some point, you swear you just see a cat’s tail moving before blending in with the shadow. Weird…Maybe you’re just overthinking things, get back to your senses

• But life is really a joke itself sometimes, because before you can even flip a coin on whether or not should you enter the lair of the wizard — which is actually a not too bad cottage, if you see it in another perspective — something unexpected happens. A cat shows up out of nowhere and bites your ankles, enough to make you yelp and fall back. Hell, you can’t even push it away, it already moves quickly like a shadow and hits its horns to your face like an encore. You’re pretty sure this little shit is the same creature that you just saw earlier, damnit. It’s painful, I’m not pulling your legs, that cat is a pure menace! While you’re struggling on the ground due to the pain, an illuminated circle appears around you with magical symbols that you have no idea what does it mean. Out of the blue, the circle of light solidified within seconds and bounds you like a chain as you feel something pressed against your forehead from above. A gun. Since when did wizard start to use magical heavy firearm instead of whimsical staff or magic wand?

• The infamous wizard himself, Witchlaser, glances down at you through the headwear that resembles a blue craved pumpkin as he keeps the gun against your head, silently threatening to shoot if you dare wiggle. The cat which just drags you down to the ground of embarrassment hopping on his shoulders, shamelessly grooming its own fur like nothing just happened. He demands you to state your business, and also intimidate you enough to let you know that messing around with him will earn you a one-way ticket to the underworld immediately. Don’t try to feed the image of your ego alive in this conversation, especially when the danger itself is literally kissing your forehead like that. It takes a good while for Witchlaser to finally retreat his weapon from your sight. Though he can’t just let you go and babble about his hideout like this, oh no no no, there is no such dream as easy like that. As expected, he keeps you locked up in the little jail cell in his potion-making room after stripping down everything that can pose as a harm to him on you. The smell in the room is not too pleasant sometimes — I mean, frog’s breath and slime’s tongue? Ew —, but bear with it

• He certainly lives up to his name as the evil wizard of the dark wood. Witchlaser can still be scary without raising his voice or getting physical too much, there’s something about him that gives off that cold villainous vibe whenever one lies an eye on him. There’s something about his demeanor that is capable of making a child cry without the need to be intentionally scary. Your first encounter with him literally taught that to you the hard way. He simply throws you into the cell, threatening that if you dare to do anything stupid, he will make you regret it. Intimidating, calculating and doesn’t mess around with his own property - Witchlaser isn’t the one that you should mess with. Who knows? Maybe before he can hex you, his gun already does the taking in a quick way

• Yet while you are being held hostage by Witchlaser to await for his ultimate evil scheme, you quickly notice something about this guy which makes you shift your main spring of thoughts from ‘how to get out of here’ safely to ‘what the absolute heck’ within seconds. By all means, you still admit that he does send the chill down to your spine with that no-nonsense exterior. But have you met someone who looks like they stand on a serious business of whatever they are doing, only to figure out that they aren’t as stoic as they made themselves out to be without any acknowledgement of it? Yeah, the same principle applies to Witchlaser’s situation. Although it might take you quite the keen eye to even notice it at first, but once you do, you will definitely be puzzled by this wizard’s actual character

• Ironically enough, even when Witchlaser seems to be fixated with the idea to be that typical scary supernatural entity like those old fairytale portrayed his fellow witches and sorcerers, his own clumsiness will be the dead of him, yet he refuses to admit it like a man. Seeing the mess he left after every failed attempt of making a proper potion will make any housekeeper wince in full offense. And the ratio of his success and failure is ridiculously a huge disparity. Ever since your captivity is settled in this cell located in the potion-making room, you have become the witness of his questionable technique alongside with the surprise it comes with. How does one even manage to drop a whole glass of dragon’s sweat and siren’s tear into the cauldron because his hand slipped? When those two collied, it creates a mild explosion that doesn’t really affect you much, but it still leaves Witchlaser stunned in defeat because he just wasted his ingredients again like that. That isn’t the first time either. It’s safe to say that the whole thing is entertaining enough for you to forget the sorrow of being a prisoner of an evil wizard like him. The fact he tries to act like everything is fine even when the tip of his hat is on fire is funnily absurd too

• You can’t really take him seriously because of that unmoving stance he just pulls out of nowhere. Of course, you should know better than dumbing him down with one trait as if it’s his entire personality. But in all due respect, that’s just impossible to not pay attention to after you have realized it. It did add quite the dimension to his personality that you have seen properly yet though, so don’t complain just yet. You still fear him to a certain extent, but just not too overwhelming like you used to before. Seeing him pull that awkward look to avoid your gaze is just everything

• Witchlaser’s first intention when keeping you as a prisoner is to prevent you from going back to the village and start blabbering your mouth about his home’s location. After all, he can’t risk his own safety for a deal that he doesn’t know if he should place his trust in. He could have killed you immediately that day, yes, but something has prevented him from doing so. Don’t get him wrong, Witchlaser is far from a saint. There are so many things he has done in his past for the sake of survival, adding one or two more faces on the list of those who he has put down shouldn’t be too much of a problem. But when it comes to you, he feels odd. No matter how much he tries to convince himself, he can’t actually harm you since you haven’t exactly done anything yet. It’s a hassle, really. Witchlaser’s moral compass is definitely weird. He means to try to find a spell or a potion that can make you forget everything before releasing you back to your home, but you already see his attempts: He really sucks at it

• During those time, you and him usually talk together. Most of the time it’s just you startling him by saying things out of the blue since knowing Witchlaser, he probably hasn’t been talking to others much before your arrival. With you behind the cell while he is trying to find something to solve the issue without the need to use the last resort, you managed to keep him company throughout the time. It’s kinda funny when you think of it. A captured traveller being casual with the wizard that doesn’t want to hurt you but still insist on keeping you here: Now that’s something new. He won’t admit it aloud, but he does enjoy your company for the majority of time. Princess thinks so too, as she usually spends her time staring at you from the shadow. She means well, so relax

• As time passes by, failure following failure under your eyes, Witchlaser starts to feel that at this point the last thing he can do is to turn you into a frog. But then you can still talk, so that doesn’t really matter anymore. Keeping you in captivity doesn’t really bring him any noticeable benefits aside from the silent judgment of the time when he failed a spell coming from you. And now he has to adapt to another presence in his quiet domain aside from his lovely daughter of a black cat. Besides, he doesn’t really need you for any so-called evil scheme at the moment, — the attempt of trying to find a magical way to erase your memories doesn’t count, since he won’t consider it to be an evil move — so Witchlaser is rather puzzled on how should he deal with you. As he is standing in the mess after another disappointing result of a potion, he muses in deep thoughts on what should he do to you now. Surprisingly, he gives you options to choose to yourself, which doesn’t include the leaving option of course

• After a good moment or back and forth, with how indecisive the two of you combined together, the short discussion somehow turned into a debate that lasts for an entire day. You propose an idea, he shakes his head in defeat; he has a thing in his mind, you wave the thought away immediately. That’s until Princess suddenly has your attention when she nudges at the broomstick in the corner of the room, which makes you two look at the mess that Witchlaser has made these past few days. Out of the blue, he asks if you want to stay to become his helper in exchange of a free place to stay. For some reason, that’s what the two of you kinda agree on in the end. And that marks the following days of you being Witchlaser’s helper without any paychecks needed — like c’mon, he already spares your life and provides you a place to stay, that’s mercy at its finest! — within this old cottage located in the middle of nowhere in the dark forest

• Trust me, it probably will not take too long for you to get used to this current life of yours. After all, you did spend a good amount of time being in captivity. Although yes, you spend those sweet moments of yours only to pace around your cell for as long as you can remember, but it still counts. It doesn’t feel too much when you suddenly become a housekeeper out of nowhere though, in fact, it feels nice to be able to do something after a long time. The potion-making room’s cleanups can be a nightmare still, but Witchlaser doesn’t press on how clean it should be, so you have all the time to tidy it up to your likings. The other rooms aren’t as hellish as what you have already seen, so do as you please. He keeps you mainly as a helper, so you do get to participate in his paranormal practice sometimes too. Well, to get ready to clean the failed experiment up for the most part. But hey, seeing him do it does help you learn something too. You can even get him to explain the process for you!

• Aside from your usual tasks, you’re free to roam around his place like it’s your home. Don’t touch random things though, that’s my only advice to you because you don’t know what can turn you into a puddle of water within seconds. And knowing him, he might struggle a lots with turning you back into normal. But other than those minor risks, everything is safe to explore. Witchlaser has grown pretty familiar with your presence, yet seeing you around his home and not just in the cell is still new slightly. He gets over it after a while still, don’t sweat it out on him too much. This will be your home for quite a while now, might as well start to get used to it for your own sake. Who knows, maybe you will start to witness something that an ordinary person can only dream of even when you’re just staying in one place

• Like it’s mentioned earlier, staying with Witchlaser as his helper isn’t as boring as one would make it out to be. Imagine just having a moment to yourself in peace, then the next thing you know is that a gnome is knocking on your door asking for a favor to hex a fellow kin of his out of pettiness. Or that time Witchlaser has to leave for some personal matter, so you and Princess have quite the time to bound together. When he comes back, the first thing that catch your attention is a little cage of a fish that has wings which is trying to sing the wizard to sleep. Honestly, life is far from boring when you have Witchlaser here. Not to mention Princess too. Did you really think that she is just a typical black cat? Oh, you will be surprised by her when you less expect it

• Forgive this guy, but no matter how much of a master he is with his witchcraft and all, he has been a loner for as long as he can remember. So if you expect him to come up to you about his feelings right away, then I’ll have to pop that little dream bubble of yours immediately. He doesn’t even realize he has fallen for you until Princess has enough of the not-so-subtle acts of his. You’re on the ride for the longest slowburn if you let him pining over you yet refuse to confess thinking it might ruin the friendship between you two. Yet in truth, the two of you already have something going on the day he decides to keep you as his helper — at least that’s something better than get turned into a frog — he just doesn’t see it because he can’t understand it just yet. A little advice for you: Just seize the opportunity as quickly as you can before he does. That will save you a very long time of unlabeled sweet intimacy with a distance. But if that’s what you prefer, then go ahead

• Funny enough is that even when the two of you are officially together, it feels like things don’t change too much as you both originally think it will. Because let’s be honest, you have been living under the same roof as him for who knows how long, even manage to get his cat daughter to be fond of your presence and have become his partner through ups and downs of his doing of experimental witchcraft. Let’s not forget the time you and him just pacing around the house sharing chores together like cleaning or cooking in general as well. It’s an odd feeling thinking about it, but it’s not necessarily a negative one. At the end of the day, your life will still continue beside his. The only difference is the display of affection for you two to be more clearer. He will rely on his actions more than words to prove that he loves you though, just a fair warning

• Sometimes he will just randomly seek you out just to stay beside you. On rare occasions, he will ramble on and on about whatever he currently has in his mind to your answer. When you’re helping him with his job, then sure, that’s expectable. Yet it doesn’t stop at just work-related stuff. Maybe some ideas he has with the on a next trip he will take, or some random knowledge that he decides to share with you. But then sometimes Witchlaser will just try to use the weather of today as an excuse to talk to you. That’s a sign for you to know that he genuinely enjoys your company. Don’t mind him yapping your ears whenever he has a chance, it’s not that usual for him to actually have someone alive for too long that — and if I dare quote, somewhat — voluntarily stays with him aside of Princess. You might think he isn’t much of a talker, but that’s just him being defensive during the first encounter with you. Witchlaser has quite the load of stories to entertain you if you allow him. This guy is definitely full of surprises. You just need to have the right questions to get to know him better

• That’s probably how you know he isn’t naturally a wizard at first. Or at least, he has gone a different path before deciding to follow down with the magic flowing in the air as his guts told him to. He doesn’t want to be reminded of his path, it’s far from a good memory with positive aspects. But at least you know that he isn’t proud of what he had to do, that he has to do so because of a promise he has made with an old friend. The details will be saved once you and him get to that point later. Knowing that he isn’t technically a professional wizard is not too surprising due to what you have seen so far. He still has his success, but in general, his success rate is being gambled by some mysterious force which makes it ridiculously low. His curiosity to test new things out will be the dead of this house someday. As for why he wants to be this ‘evil guy’ without feeling the needs to clear his name, he simply states that it keeps unwanted people away from him

• Witchlaser also has his moment of being deep in thoughts sometimes. You’re familiar with him being peacefully quiet, so there might be a chance in which you might be able to tell when is he feeling normal or upset even when he’s just staying silent. That must have been a talent at this point since he keeps that headwear on all the time, does he even have a face underneath for people to see? To tell exactly what is going on in his mind is impossible, and Witchlaser isn’t keen on letting you know because he thinks it might be a bother to you. He is used to dealing with these thoughts all by himself. It’ll go away eventually, no need to fuss over it. If you feel like you want to help him, then just be the distraction he needs. Come up to him, throw a random question at him and then wait for him to speak. Just keep it for a while, then you will find the Wizard himself start to be back in his typical self in no time

• Can you tolerate alcohol? If you’re not the type to drink, then please brace yourself to be ready whenever Witchlaser decides it’s a fine time of the day to clear out one of the bottles on his shelf like nothing but water. A questionable thing about Witchlaser being drunk by himself is that he starts to wander around the house — sometimes even into the forest — to gather all the needed ingredients before waddling back into the potion-making room. You think he will make a mess once again? Well, what did one say about Witchlaser is full of surprises? He does everything perfectly with no damage at all. The first time you ever witnessed that to happen, Princess had to bump your knee for you to close your jaw and snap back into reality. He followed all of the instructions in the spell book, conducted the potions with ease and did all of them in such a short time. Now you know how did he get to store all of those spare potions after screwing too much while making another. The fact that he does that all when he is drunk is just jaw dropping. But of course, once his drunkard’s high slowly fades into fatigue, a good sleep will then bring your clumsy beloved wizard back again

• At some point after you have stayed long enough with him, you might hear strange noises of something — or someone — on the roof in the middle of the night, especially during winter. Fear not, Witchlaser assures you that it’s just a close friend of him come to visit. That’s your first meeting with Kramptana. Honestly his sudden appearance might be a bit intimidating to get over with, but he’s actually quite the chill guy like how Witchlaser described him to you. With Kramptana around, you don’t have to worry about Witchlaser and his genius’s tendency that happened when he gets too drunk because his friend knows how to keep him on his toes. It’s mostly just a little bounding between the two, so might as well give them some space. Later on you do have some questions to Witchlaser such as how did they meet or Kramptana’s species, and like always, your lover will make it a story time for you

• With how much time you two have spent to build each other’s trust and adoration, Witchlaser doesn’t stop you from wandering off the house. As long as you’re still in his territory, of course, that’s how he can protect you from the supernatural danger lurking in this dark forest. Nonetheless, it’s still considerate of him to do so. The relationship of you guys has quite the odd opening, yet despite the bumpy start of it, things have gotten quite interesting when you are with him. Maybe he might be a bit too curious for his own good, a little clumsy and can be rather awkward - but you still adore him with all your heart. Just so you know, you’re the best surprise that has ever been thrown into his life. Your company has lightened him up as if you’re the one putting a spell on him in the first place. Witchlaser is familiar with being on his own after all those years, Princess is the first miracle that happened to him, and now you - his sweet blessing. If there is any price he’d pay to be with you, consider it done because Witchlaser will gladly burn the entire gnome’s kingdom down for your sake. And gnomes aren’t friendly, just so you know

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Note: Why do I suddenly have cravings in the middle of the night while writing this? ( O - O )

Note 2: This is longer than I expected, mainly because my mood has been swinging upside down lately "( – ⌓ – ) I want my smashed strawberries with condensed milk even when my stomach is feeling funny

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Can you do a story with Oreg and the reader :>

You're skipping the line, because I'm behind schedule today and the ones ahead of you need setup.

You're welcome

Kabr0z Writes Episode 47: One year later

This episode picks up from Episode 42!

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: Not many today! Creampie; size difference; interspecies relations; fucking on a table; squirting;

A/N: I got into BattleTech today, which is absolutely one of those "Dear God, is that daylight?" Games, so it's 23:30 now.

Hopefully this doesn't keep me up all night again 🤣

Also, send in your requests already, you know you want to

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A year ago, you were sold to an orc warrior. It just so happened, that orc warrior was a duke who also runs a soup kitchen. You'd probably have wound up with him anyway if your adoptive father had let you get to know each other first. Things didn't really end up that way, and you were sold for thirty gold pieces and railed in childhood living room to seal the deal.

You weren't sure he really understood the idea behind an anniversary, he woke up at the crack of dawn as usual, trained until breakfast with you and your son together, then left to do whatever good works he took it upon himself to do. You like it, sure, he's certainly well-loved in the city but it is a little unbecoming for a marcher lord to be seen rethatching a roof.

You spent the day making preparations, arranging flowers you picked from the garden, setting up your child at a playdate so he wouldn't disturb you, you'd even bought him a gift, though he was a bit of an ascetic so it was only a new tunic and some hobnailed boots. Something he'd actually use.

He came home in the early evening, clomping into the house. You could hear him going towards the chapel where he'd normally stay for a while in quiet reflection before dinner.

Oreg had been a paladin since he was very young, abandoned by his warband and adopted by an elven conclave. He was younger than you when he ventured into the Shadowlands to kill the lich, and always carried his faith with him. You sat with your husband, gazing silently at the icons on the small altar, dedicated to the god of fertility and rebirth. Your hand brushed his, grasping a couple of his huge fingers in your own hand. He looked away from the altar, smiling at you as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"Dinner time?" He put an arm around you, placing his hand on your waist as he held you to him

"I was thinking of something else first, it's been a year since we met, you know?"

His greenish-grey skin went even greyer "Oh, I haven't got you anything!"

You laughed and gave him a peck on the cheek "I noticed, you'll make it up to me later, for now, let's go to the dining room"

You led him by the hand, a five-foot-nothing woman leading an eight-foot orc through your house to the grand dining room that only ever seemed to get use when you had company, or your child wanted to play there. On the table were the presents you'd bought, and the bouquet you'd made.

Your husband's eyes lit up. "For me?"

"Yes, dear, for you. Go ahead and open them"

You'd never seen such childlike glee from this man, normally lodged somewhere between practical and stoic, now filled with anticipation as he turned the first gift over in his hands before tearing off the paper and holding his new clothes to his chest. He was even more impressed with the boots, remarking on the sturdy soles as he tried them on. You couldn't help but beam at him as he stomped up and down the length of the room, clearly loving the clack-clack-clack of the nails on the smooth granite floor

You finally managed to convince to stop stomping, holding this giant man who suddenly has the boundless energy of a teen half his age. You pushed him onto one of the chairs arrayed on either side of the great table, climbing on top of him

You whispered in his ear "Now, you get to give me my gift" before hiking up your skirt, revealing your pussy to him.

He got the idea. Bundling you up, he lay you on the table, kicking the chair away and kneeling to dive face-first into you.

His hands gently gripped your thighs, squeezing the plump flesh as his tongue gently explored you. He started slow, barely touching as he licked the outer lips up and down. Speeding up, he started to tease the inner lips and your hole, running his tongue vertically, slightly catching your clit every now and then to send electric tingles through you. You could feel how wet this was making you. Hell, you could hear how wet it was making you! He still wasn't stopping, rubbing your hole with a thumb as he moved his attention upward, his tongue rolling around your clit as you whimpered and whined on the table.

When his finger started pushing into you, it was too much. You cried out as the tip slid in, feeling yourself clenching as your hands gripped the back of his head through your skirts. Oreg wasn't done yet, though, that finger pressed on, getting deeper inside before he curled it upwards, pushing hard against your g-spot, making you gasp as your knuckles whitened on your clothes. He moved with a practiced purpose, listening to the crechendo of gasping cries you made as you approached your next peak. At last, you came again, squirting straight into his mouth as waves of pleasure flowed over you. Ever since he figured out how to do it, it's been his favourite thing to do with you, you weren't sure if he enjoyed getting off as much as making you squirt for him.

He definitely enjoyed getting off though, and as he stood up, you felt the imposing thickness of his cock against you. You'd gotten more used to it over the months, but it was still challenging at first. He held the absurdly sized cock against you, rubbing it up and down your slit, slathering it with your juices before angling it into you. A moment passed, you could feel it pushing into you. Your body relented, and the tip stretched its way inside. Your breathing once again turned to gasping and your toes curled as he slid in, being careful not to go too quickly even as you could see he desperately needed your body.

"Do it, give it to me like you want" you breathed your enthusiasm to him. He looked at you a moment. You met his gaze.

He thrusted. You screamed. Wide-eyed, he looked down at you, even as you held him in "Deeper, Oreg, please, deeper"

He pulled out an inch or two, then forced himself deeper into you, letting his bodyweight force his cock inside. You bucked and rolled your hips, fucking him back as he pressed in. He picked up speed, your moans emboldening him

"Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me" you repeated your mantra over and over again as the orc took you. The table rocked and creaked with the force of his thrusts, again and again until at last, he did as you asked.

His hips hit yours and he let out a groaning sigh, cock twitching, filling you up as he dropped his load into you. You stroked his face and pulled him to you. You kissed. Your tongue was in his mouth now, he gently caressed it with his own as his balls pumped more and more of his essence into you, already leaking out and pooling below you.

You held him to you, closing your eyes, not letting him go. This is the only present you wanted from him.

Though a sword would be awesome.

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Hope you enjoyed that, it's super duper late now so I'm just going to remind you all that requests are open and you're welcome to leave one!

[xtinyslip]

“… you can’t even give me that. can you?” seriously? what was wrong with him? cory looked at him and saw ALL the things that he didn’t want to be. “im really not here for your money. I don’t need it. i also don’t need to uh, DIE?” the last thing this was about was money. it was just money and if he lost all his? well, BUMMER but he’d just make more like he always did. cory simply stood there, listening to him in what he could only think was disbelief. oh, of course he had this other son THAT NO ONE ELSE KNEW ABOUT. “so, um?” blinking several times because uh? the fuck? the fact this was very much REAL and his father was just openly sharing this with him? someone needed to slap him so he could be convinced this was even happening. “… how old is he? who —?” like? it was good news that his father was getting this to him in writing but it was a little hard for that to sink in over the other news. “writing, yeah. do that and we have a deal.” not even sure what he was even agreeing to at this point which was dangerous territory to be in. “but what about —“ mom? no he wasn’t going to embarrass himself by asking such a stupid question. of course, his dad didn’t care. it didn’t feel like he cared about ANY of them. “you lost her? we’re unlucky son of bitches in this family. i—“ he wanted to say sorry but no, no he wasn’t going to apologise considering what this meant. first finn had lost his wife and then his father had lost his — whatever. shit. “oh so when you said I’ll run into her? you mean run into her on your arm?” only really growing DEFENSIVE for his own mothers sake and nothing else. he didn’t know enough for anything else. “um, it certainly does that?” he wasn’t going to share how he got the details he had because he didn’t give up his sources but? he was regretting getting it at all now. “i just don't think -- does she really need this shit being thrown at her right now?” @fcdcdmcmories

"YOU MEAN.. THE MAIDS TAUGHT YOU WELL?" was he going to keep on pushing that much? well, no, because.. right now, there were far more important things to focus on and getting everything ready for his son to come home was WHAT MATTERED THE MOST. and so, he was going to prepare for it now. "good, then.. that means, that you and i understand each other. you are my son. i'm not about to leave you high and dry, as long as you... BEHAVE. YES?" because it was all about presentation and.. well, he supposed that it was time to make sure that no one would ever question their family name again. "my son, of course. THEODORE. i suppose that he goes by another name now, but.. it matters not. that's the name that he will take, when he returns home. it's the name that his mother wanted him to have." and nothing mattered more than what katherine wanted ; because he had taken it all away from her and that'd never happen again. no. no. "i'd take no pleasure in hurting your mother. none. but i will.. if you force my hand. so if you do as i say? no harm will come to her. you have my word and.. YES, I'LL GET YOU THAT IN WRITING TOO." he only smiled, leaning back in his chair. "no, it is not. once upon a time.. believe it or not, i fell in love. it was everything. she was everything. AS WAS OUR SON. i lost her, but.. now, she's back. with me." where she belonged and precisely, where he wanted her to bee. of course. yes. "I WILL GIVE IT ALL THE ATTENTION IT DESERVES. AS LONG AS IT PAINTS HIM IN AN INCRIMINATING LIGHT," which was.. precisely what he wanted. wasn't it? yes. kat wanted it and so, so did he. "cecilia is a pederson. she has my name and my protection and.. whatever side effects this may have on her, I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT. SHE'LL RECOVER AND HAVE THE SUPPORT OF THE PEOPLE. THEY'LL HAIL HER AS A SURVIVOR. AS A HERO." and that was precisely what he would make happen. / @xtinyslip

[bisexualseraphim]

Actually despise how I can’t ask for pro-vegan resources or articles without being bombarded by animal gore videos and proceed to be insulted for not wanting to see them… when I’m already vegetarian and pro-animal rights.

“If you don’t watch the videos you’re hiding from the truth!” You know it’s entirely possible to inform someone of something without forcing them to witness traumatising content right. I’ve managed to stop eating meat and reduce my animal product usage for 7 years all without sitting through Dominion or a single animal gore video.

I really don’t think I’m crazy for wanting some resources I can send people without forcing them to watch extremely upsetting content and it’s such a weird Mind Police mindset to think otherwise. Would you send someone rape and torture and murder videos to inform them about war or fascism? Who am I kidding, some of you probably would. This strange martyr mindset of “they’re suffering so I have to make myself suffer by deliberately triggering myself” has got to stop.

Newsflash! The vast majority of people are not going to watch extremely distressing content you send them and if you try to force them to you’re probably not going to convince them of anything other than that you’re a nasty vile cunt. I don’t care how much of an annoying know-it-all brat someone is when they’re against something or uninformed about it, you don’t do that to them. Where is the humanity

[moonfurthetemmie]

SPONTANEOUS DS NIGHTMARE TORTURE WEEK, i love that honestly, people should definitely do it more lmaoo I was NOT expecting the rambling in the tags but i am all here for it haha, i love hearing ur thoughts on them, they are sooo unhealthy together it's insane, mostly due to Jet's part because, well, i mean look at him... DS Night definitely think this guy is weird and wonders why he keeps bothering him, and Jet is like, "i'm gonna keep you now :)" Dark is probably not happy with this lol

hehehe

The ‘spontaneous DS Nightmare Torture week’ comment was really just a silly way of saying ‘my brain has been having a fun time tormenting him the past few days’

but I mean. spontaneous character torture weeks could be made an event. If someone who knew how to organize such events decided to do one.

I don’t know how to organize events

Dark is probably fine with what’s up with Jet and Nightmare though. As much as he loves Jet he doesn’t see their relationship as romantic, and Nightmare’s mostly chill. It’s not like he can see that Jet’s being a manipulative bastard

Which is funny because Jet definitely thinks his and dark’s relationship is romantic and. Honestly his reasoning for that isn’t unreasonable. but he still made assumptions without talking to dark about it so Jet almost certainly told Nightmare that Dark is his partner. Which means that Nightmare, especially if he does decide he likes Jet enough to consider dating him, talks to and treats Dark like Jet’s boyfriend. Dark doesn’t process that at all and thinks Nightmare’s acting a little odd, but nightmare is a little odd (positive) so he brushes it off as nothing

For better or worse, should nightmare decide to stay, he’s definitely going to find out what Dark actually thinks his and Jet’s relationship is, discover that Jet made assumptions (and why he made those assumptions), and then push Jet over to Dark and make them talk about it. Because Jesus Christ, dude. Also if he’s getting involved in this mess he’s not gonna deal with them being Like This. They can talk about dating once those two figure their shit out

This means Jet and Dark’s relationship gets better on the surface (whichever way that conversation goes) because they’re both on the same team age, but on a deeper level it gets worse because now that they’re on the same page Dark has unwittingly been pulled into Jet’s bullshit a little further. which is kind of impressive at this point

Under normal circumstances Nightmare would see the red flags and maybe try to talk to Dark about it, but if he’s considering dating Jet then he is incapable of seeing said flags now. Or he just ignores them entirely.

Jet’s going to have to either try really, really hard to get Nightmare away from Cross and Error, or he’s going to have to manipulate them into thinking he’s a chill guy as well. The second option would be much easier, even though all three of them together look out for each other. If one of them doesn’t trust Jet, the other two listen to their concerns and keep their guard up. None of them are used to being able to trust people just Because, and while Jet being a corrupt means that they don’t have to worry about him giving them up to JR, he’s still a stranger. And they sure as hell see the red flags when he decides he wants to keep Nightmare.

The good news for Cross and Error is that Jet will only go far enough to convince them he’s trustworthy. He’s not interested.

actually wait I just remembered most people haven’t defaulted to cross and error being women

ok well they might be fucked if they’re dudes. They’re very cute.

but in my version of DS with Cross and Error being girls, he’s too gay to be interested. Unless Cross is butch enough that he doesn’t even realize she’s a girl at first, and even when he realizes he’s still. A little intrigued. Which is a non-zero possibility. Especially since I usually say Jet has a thing for big strong guys. Big strong butch women might do it for him too. Sometimes.

anyway. I think there was another thought but it’s gone now.

[dysaniadisorder]

i hate how normalized military is in the us im gonna rip my hair out

[science-lings]

reading some batman comics and i always get so excited when Tim is there he's so funny

[medicinemane]

The world is set on prescriptivism and... it doesn't jive with me

[togoldlilya]

Hopelessly in love

"i had a cup of coffee that changed my life today" toge exclaims bursting into maki's apartment like he lives there.

"for the better i hope" is her response, not even blinking at his sudden entrance, from where she's sitting on the couch with yuuta.

"was the coffee that good inumaki?" yuuta questions turning to look at the boy who has a wide smile on his face.

"it wasn't the coffee, it was person who gave it to me" he answers dreamly, voice light and airy.

"okay stop being such a lovesick fool and just tell us what happened." maki cuts in already fed up with his behavior.

"so i visited the new cafe down the street and there's the most lovely elegant beautiful girl who works there, and she made my coffee, and it is so so so good" toge gushes cheeks turning pink.

"ooooh i see how it is, you've seen this girl for all of five minutes and you're already in love, sad" maki's cold response makes him droop like an unwatered flower.

"you should be nicer maki, it seems he really likes this girl. so what's her name?" yuuta interrupts, a sheepish look on his face.

"i don't know, i got too nervous to ask..."

"nevermind he's hopeless" his face drops at that, turning back to the tv.

"aughhhh but you guys!! she was so pretty! and she put extra whip cream on my hot chocolate and i didn't even ask for it!" toge exclaims thursting out he's now half empty cup as if to show them said extra cream. maki and yuuta both turn to look at the cup, eyes narrowing.

"she wrote her number on the cup you idiot" maki breaks the short silence, toge's eyes growing impossibly wide.

"WHAT?! OH MY GOD IT'S HER NUMBER, YOU GUYS SHE GAVE ME HER NUMBER! IM GONNA MESSAGE HER RIGHT NOW AND TELL HER HOW PRETTY SHE IS AND-" toge is shouting in excitement at this point, making the other two tune him out and continue watching their show.

"that boy is totally hopeless, he'll never have the guts to ask her out" maki comments offhandedly, yuuta nodding in agreement.

"guys this is sayaka! sayaka these are my friends maki and yuuta!" so imagine their surprise when two weeks later he shows up at their apartment, bursting in like usual only this time he's accompanied by the cafe girl.

[partiallysame]

The 141 teases Gaz about your pet name for him and now you gotta fix it

Soap heard you call Gaz “Kyle Baby” once. One time. And he gripped his grubby hands on the name. No longer calling him Gaz or Garrick. Only Kyle baby. He did it so much the rest of the 141 picked up on it. Ghost saying “here you go Kyle baby” when handing Gaz anything and Price even referred to him as “Kyle baby boy” once and Soap hit the ground laughing so hard. Did it bother Gaz? Yes absolutely but the worst was when he was trying to explain the name to the 141 over drinks one night. Each large man had one too many to drink and were a giggling mess as Gaz fought for his life defending you and “Kyle baby”

“What are ye just a wee lad?” MacTavish was losing his shit over his own comment.

“Noooo” Gaz whined back “she says it different. Says it all sexy like” This immediately prompted all three men to repeatedly say ‘Kyle baby’ in their sexiest (drunkest) voices. “Fuck you lot. If you heard it you’d know. The way she says it, it’s like she’s just asking me to take her to bed and the pretty bird knowwwsss it too. Uses it against me she does.”

Unbeknownst to his team, Kyle had texted you to come get him (come prove his point). When you texted you were there, Kyle ran out front to meet you. You thought he was getting in the car but he was pulling you towards the bar’s entrance. Trying to explain what he wanted you to do.

“Kyle Garrick. You want me to what?”

“You know loves. Just say it like you do when you want me to give it to ya good.” That comment earned him a slap on the arm.

“You want me to seduce your team? Am I understanding that right?” His large drunk frame is looking down at you, giving you those stupid puppy dog eyes he knows you can’t resist.

“Not seduce. Just say their names and work the lads up a little. Been teasing me for weeks about ‘Kyle baby’. Need them to understand. At least just MacTavish. Stupid fucking bloke won’t let it go.” He had pulled you into his chest as he tried to convince you to go along with his plan. You just stared at him but with a final “please baby. I really will give it to ya good if you do this.” Rolling your eyes you agreed and were immediately pulled into the dark bar. Kyle situated you on an empty stool and motioned for you to stay.

“MacTavish.” Kyle had his hand out pointing to his squad member. “The little lady’s got something to say to ya.” All of a sudden the soldier is walking towards you and this is real. Cursing yourself for agreeing to this because what the fuck are you supposed to do.

“What can I do ye for” Johnny was standing in front of you and you motioned for him to sit on the stool next to yours.

“Heard youve been making fun of my Kyle” You stood up to stand in front of him, making the height difference much more in your favor.

“He tattle on me did he?” Soap cocked his head to the side, curious about where this was going. Stepping a little closer so your body was just in between his (man)spread legs.

“You know Johnny. If you had a girl at home willing to suck your cock” Soap choked on his spit the second the vulgar words came out of your mouth. “I don’t think you’d be complaining about any nickname she chose for you.” Soap was trying to regain his composure but the look in your eyes shifted, all of a sudden these big innocent bedroom eyes were staring at him as you leaned in a little more to get closer to his face. “Right Johnny baby?” The breathyness of your voiced paired with this barely heard whine coming from your lips made his mind go blank. It took every ounce of self control he had not to just take you right there in front of the whole fucking bar, your boyfriend included. You stepped back away from him and turned to Kyle who was already laughing at the look on Soaps face but absolutely lost it when you shook out your body like you had the chills and followed it up with “ugh yuck I didn’t like doing that.”

Soap is crushed, sulking behind you. You just flipped his whole world upside down, whispered in his ear like sex incarnate and then turned around to complain that it inconvenienced you. He never once used “Kyle baby” again.

(Do I only write at soap’s expense? Yes. I wanna tease him so bad)