#a calm but inquisitive interest

[quitefair]

the more im doing research and worldbuilding my increasingly unhinged dragon age fic (it's now a trilogy btw. i am losing my mind.), the more i absolutely do not give a flying rats ass about da4.

[vulpixelates]

my only critique of the new art style that it seems they're going w for the actual game of veil//guard is good GOD i hope there's an option to bump the gamma up bc that shit is so dark i can barely make out any of the screenshots or videos so far lmao

otherwise, i have been saying for years that i wish more big games would go more stylized than realistic. it felt like they tried to do that w the armor design in inquisition but coupling it w the rest of the style just didn't really work as well as i think they'd intended it to, so i think this fits a bit better? at least from what we've seen so far

[introloves]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

“allowed” is not a word toji is familiar with. hardly listening to those he has an inkling of respect for- he’s now barely tolerating a “hands off” rule implemented by his coach and you.

boxer! toji + dom! toji + man handling + orgasm denial (m! receiving) + pet names (angel, sweetheart, angel face) + rough sex + toji is a mean, evil man + toji mocks you + mating press + messy sex + reuniting sex + cream pie + overstimulation + size kink + humilation + teasing during sex + praise + f! reader

— word count; approx 6k

there had always been one rule to your relationship with toji when his season was in play. dynamics changing just a bit, because the one rule wasn’t imposed by him; but by coaches- his team advising the best course of action to ensure that he would come out victorious season after season.

and that was; absolutely, under no circumstance- was toji allowed to cum.

you could remember the first time that rule was introduced, naive and innocent to the world of this sport. mouth popping open in surprise when his coach stepped next to you, having decided to join toji on one of his practice sparrings for the first time.

the line of questioning felt odd, wondering why his coach looked over at you with a known smile- like he knew what was going to be said would spark some surprise.

“he’s a beast, huh.” spoken while looking at you from the side of his eye- watching while you squeezed both hands together, trying to calm the uneven thumping in your chest when every heavy swing was directed towards your man.

“mhm.” you nodded, lip hurting from the way your teeth dug in nervously, trying hard to keep your focus on the older man standing next to you while staring at toji.

“i wouldn't worry too much, sweetheart.” he assured, speaking up to let the men know it was a good time to take a break. toji looking over past the ropes at you two with interest, hooking heavy arms against the cords to rest for just a bit, sweat clinging onto the black tee he chose to wear during practice. throwing his coach a pointed look with an arched eyebrow- zeroing in on your sweet face, sending you a wink.

stomach flipping with the cocky attitude that emanated from him in waves, now more with the fact that an angel had their eyes on him.

“you two remind me of when i was younger.” the man chuckled. throwing a rag over his shoulder and turning to face you dead on. “in love, yeah? i can see it.” he mumbled, trying to find the right wording.

“passions high, things get… intense real easy, right?” the coach spoke, after seconds of looking pained by just forming the words leaving his mouth.

finally breaking over the focus you had on your boyfriend- trying to keep the burn down from the way he chose to throw compliments at you, whistles and pet names- even during his precious breaks. your eyes looked at the man next to you, crossing your arms in confusion and interest at what he was telling you.

“yeah?” you answer, inquisitive, trying to find what you had missed to be asked this.

“well, with the season starting- i gotta advise you two to… take a step back. i'm sure he hasn’t told you that there’s absolutely no sex before his matches, right?”

a singular squeak left you, pinching your lips together- the curious stance slowly turning into crossed arms and a burning face. looking over at toji briefly, glancing at his pumped biceps, the sweat trickling down his neck, and the kisses he was blowing you before swinging his head back and laughing into the gym knowing what was being spoken about given your shocked expression. you wanted to strangle him, preferred if this came from your loving boyfriend's mouth, rather than a man old enough to be your grandfather.

“no. he didn’t tell me.” you almost whined, trying to keep composure in the face of the only man toji took any sort of direction from.

he could only shrug.

“it's a conversation you and the boy need to have, take him home- sweets.” the man said, stepping up into the ring and calling over the other man sparring against toji, giving you an opening to snatch your boyfriend away.

“toji.” you whine, walking over to his corner- stepping over the rags and bottles littering the ringside, trying to keep your pout down to a half hearted smile while you looked up at him.

“yeah, angel?” he hummed, crouching down to try and steal kisses from you- quickly discarding the gloves in a messy heap against the ring floor. hands reaching down to cup your face closer to him the best he could with the wraps still on him. tongue eagerly licking against your teeth, biting down on the swell of your lower lip- nearly growling into every push. only discouraged from showing everyone in this gym who you belonged to when you choked out a small noise- embarrassment and heat mixing into a haze that felt heavy in your chest.

letting you go with a final suck of your lower lip, letting his tongue lick at his own- smiling proudly at the dazed look on your face. eyes lidded, face lax and swollen lips glossy.

“coach said we could leave.” you finally muttered out, stepping back with your arms crossed over your chest ‘cause you were foolish enough to let him get close and now you would have to suffer even more than you already were with the rule lingering at the forefront of your mind.

“yeah? i could still go a couple rounds...” toji murmured, looking back at his team- knowing what all this about. sending a frown at his coach, only to be dismissed with a wave.

“mmm, you don't wanna go home with me?” you wondered, sweetening your words- smiling when he huffed and nodded like there was ever going to be anything else he wanted more.

letting him off the hook for the time being for not telling you what was to come… or not to come and for god knows how long.

beginning the routine of putting his wraps away, grabbing a random rag and using that to freshen himself off a little for you- even though you liked him sweaty.

bruised hands, swollen and a little too hot- big and sturdy finding your own when he was finally done. taking you proudly through the front of the gym, like a pretty little trophy that he won all on his own.

and when the two of you were alone, happy enough to bask in his attention- laying pretty before him now that he had showered and changed into nothing but gray sweatpants that were held up by his hand while he walked towards you, peering down at you like he wanted something. eyes widening before you snapped them back up to his face when you saw the unmistakable twitch of his cock hanging heavy between his thighs.

it was almost too hard to cross your legs at your ankles- shaking your head between giggles that crawled up your throat. watching how he bent his body down over you, pressing your hand between his tits; remembering the words his own coach gave him.

“nuh uh, you gotta stay away- boss’s orders.” you murmured between trying to press your legs up between the two of you, back pressed down onto the bed while he grabbed at your ankle and tugged it up against his waist like it obviously belonged there.

toji scoffed, rolling his eyes- hot hands softened only a bit by the shower, rolling up your thigh. fingertips squeezing so hard it made you squirm.

you knew he hated the thought of being denied you, of being told what to do. but this came with the job, and you knew he couldn’t… you two, couldn’t afford to lose any matches. not like he could anyways, but still, you knew if he got too excited beforehand- he wouldn’t be able to put you down and from what you’ve read, it weakened them- men and those in his profession.

“sweetheart.” he mumbled right back when you finally squeezed your foot up against the middle of his chest and pushed, setting him back on his haunches before you. hands coming up to hide from him- not the smartest move on your end because in seconds he had crawled back up; this time using just a sliver of his freakish strength to set any effort aside. letting you know with the previous attempts- he had let you move him.

“nuh uh,” he mimicked right back, “if you’re not gonna let me touch- at least let me see you, angel baby.” toji breathed, pressing his scarred lips to the same hand he had pried from your face, breathing down onto it before dropping it. the weight of him pushing aside any offending limbs to curl down; lips hungry for any taste he could get.

passing them down over your throat and right above the swell of your chest- a kiss so tender it was nearly uncharacteristic of him; like he was apologizing to your body for not doing more.

“your loss.” he groaned before rolling off of you when your hands reached up for him- scorning you like it had been your decision; leaving you gasping and whining.

turning to fight with him before the sight of his hardened cock- straining against the gray sweatpants he had chosen to wear, stopped you. his gaze pinned to the ceiling instead of you, head cushioned by his hands. biceps curling and flexing like he was trying not to move.

shutting down any feeling of anger- seeing now, how much it weighed on him too.

easier to turn around- laying on your side away from him, face hot against your hand; a pout so deep it nearly hurt painted on your face. stomach dropping like it was all your fault- already lamenting about the complications of this.

all before toji slithered a hand against your side, bringing you right to him with no effort. cradling your body to his own, acting like his dick wasn't slotted between the two of you, groaning at the contact but taking no other action.

“this is going to be hell, ain’t it.” he wondered, nose finding purchase along the path he had pressed kisses to just seconds ago. like a dog licking a wound.

“mhm, ‘specially cause you think with your stupid dick.” you murmured- halfway giggling when you grabbed at his hand squeezing against your side rhythmically, bringing it up to hug; your own lips pressing soft passes over bruised skin.

feeling the hot breath of a sigh tickle down your back, trying to keep things light even when the sweetness you both approached each other with was charged.

“actin’ like you don't like it, princess.” toji smiled, teeth bared while a smile played on a face you couldn’t see. wrapping his arms around you further- a pass of his tongue up the nape of your neck causing the frantic wiggling of your body, whining when he didn’t let go.

“how long ‘til the match?” he wondered, speaking above your still kicking body in between barks of his own laughter when you couldn’t budge a singular inch off his hold.

sighing- rolling your eyes when you finally ceded, goosebumps crawling up your back; you went limp and sighed.

“two weeks.”

the next sound was that of a giggle from you when he let out a rather loud note of pure agony- something not like him at all; before scooping you into his arms, like he was trying to absorb your very being into his own, not noticing or saying a thing when the full weight of you nestled right on top his still throbbing cock.

and just to his dismay- the two weeks seemed to drag on. he wasn’t used to being denied your body, futile attempts to just sink the tip inside of you rejected night after night; even amidst the promises that,

“angel face- i swear it’ll be just the tip, won’t even cum, i swear it.” and maybe that would mean something if it was coming out of the mouth of anyone that wasn’t toji zenin.

having gone weirdly sweet when around you, especially after hours of sparring matches- pressing his face too hard into the curve of your neck. or feigning innocence when hands that always seemed to wander crept too close to the apex of your thighs.

his pout, ever prominent when you finally caught on and shifted away from him, trying to keep space so this exact thing didn’t happen. knocking blows to your own conviction, because it was so odd to see him beg and sulk- your man who always stood so tall, unwavering- and a bit mean at times, reduced to trying a compromise because he missed your cunt so bad.

but with the tension building- there was something like a secret being swapped between the two of you. a secret promise that every day would pass faster than the last- and before you two knew it; he was fighting.

the glory of it never waned, sitting ringside in your promised seat in his corner didn’t lose its weight. hands pressed into balls on top of your thighs while the cheering all melted together into one continuous roar.

the ringside walk took too long, but the actual fight itself didn’t. your eyes never leaving off of his form, the twinkling of overhead lights glittering off fractured drops of sweat while he moved about.

all show; knowing if he got close the fight would be as good as over. your own fingers pinched together while you watched, fingernails digging crescent moons into the soft part of your hands- holding your breath while he finally circled in, stepping close and letting just one fist swing upwards to the tired opponent. his coach sat next to you leaned in to congratulate you- as if you were the one who won before the man even fell down onto the vinyl.

acting like this was a dance between the two would have done a disservice to toji, he was dancing; the other man looked like he had been running for his life since he stopped foot inside the ring. your head coming forward to rest against your knees at the sound of the bell- signaling the fight was over.

standing with tears hanging heavy against your lashes while they toted toji about; the veins prominent on his curling biceps with every shake of his gloved fist- showing everyone who’s winning hands they belonged to. something like a smile and smirk playing on his lips when he looked down at you. a promise shared while everyone else was celebrating him.

holding breath after breath in your chest following a small reminder to breathe with every intake; he was yours, but the glory of having a man so hailed and adored by people never ceased.

step after step taking you to the locker room, standing still- nearly biting your fingers with unnecessary anxiety while waiting for him in the room powered by fluorescent lights.

waiting on him while others who wanted just a sliver of attention circled like sharks to fresh meat all the way to the same spot you stood.

too in your head to feel the warmed hands reaching for your upper arm, blinking away the haze and looking at him.

feet awkwardly moving from their previous perch on the solid floor, nearly tripping on the porcelain; exclaiming out something that sounded like his name, trying to remind him to treat you with more care, fragile in hands that still had adrenaline pumping through his very being.

but just like it was difficult for you to keep yourself from dissolving into a bundled mess of nerves, it was hard on him to not act on the all consuming lust growing with each passing second, bypassing any necessary interviews or just plain praise spat in his direction- he had you. it was all he was going to need for tonight.

driven by the single thought, he didn’t stop until you were pressed down into the corner where he had shoved his bag and clothes toji had walked in here with; sweats and a too tight black shirt. hands braced against either side of the metal locker; caging you in, already dizzy with the smell of sweat and a metallic twist.

eye’s wandering down to his body at the thought that this could be his blood.

“whose blood?” you questioned, trying to keep lucid- even while pinned back against the wall, hands roaming down swollen muscles. veins thrumming with heat after taking the ring.

smelling nothing but him and a sickly metallic tang that flipped your stomach over- trying to keep your hands innocent when all you wanted to do was dig in and pull him into you.

damn the eyes still pinned to his back, even while his body crowded yours. no one would look at you if he had any saying in it, and with the adrenaline still coursing through him- he had half the mind to grab your legs and hitch them over his shoulder just to prove a point.

“the other guy’s. but you knew that.” toji stated and it was true; but there was still a part of you searching to make sure none of it was his. even words heavy with discontent- not with you, never, but with the fact that he wanted you and couldn’t do anything about it. not yet.

you nodded, tears already dotting your lash line with how long it had been since you had him, and now all that was left was to wait just a little bit.

“take me home, toji.” you whine, shaky hands leaving a trail of clean skin over the blood splattered on him before wrapping your fingers into his wet hair- tugging on the strands eagerly. lips brushing over the curve of his jaw, breathing down onto his chest. tasting something like sweat and blood, nose scrunching at the thought that he was marred in any capacity. but you knew it wasn’t his, any scrape was miniscule- bruised stomach and side, the areas where his opponent briefly made contact would be gone by tomorrow.

“ah, fuck.” toji groaned, looking up at the lights of the locker room- stomach tensing with pool of lust simmering in his stomach, knowing he would have to calm down, if only a little, if they were ever going to make it out of there.

and when he felt like he could breathe once more, when the tight coil of pure arousal waned enough for him to gulp down lungfuls of air- toji took you home.

stopping for just seconds to grab his check and eagerly pulling you behind him, catching glances of you while he turned around. spoiled and greedy with the sight of you giggling at how eager he was, making you feel just that more special.

it felt like an eternity before you were tugged over the threshold, hands reaching for you before the door closed. body arching down to meet your pouty lips- hungry for you like he's never been before.

denied of you for what was too long- it all came to a halt.

cock pressed against the material of flimsy sweatpants, it begged to have you. pulling away for seconds to actually breathe, toji reached down to pinch your face, tilting your gaze up at him. watching you blink away tears and fit tiny fingers into the space of his palm and your chin, wanting to stop with all the pretense, the wait- the swelling of want.

“toji.” you whined, lips puckering against the dimpling of your cheeks thanks to his fingers still pressing in.

acting like he was mad at you for not giving in, like all of this was your fault- eyes watching to see the simmering lust he had grappled with for nights, and days between when it had been allowed.

the singular word leaving a sour note on his tongue- “allowed”. he was toji zenin- ‘allowed’ was a word that had never pertained to him, and it never would be.

leaning in to grab at you again, like a doll he could have his way with. the sweetest reward for waiting, digging in with extra force with that simmering anger that was flipping back and forth from his stomach to chest, a slip of just how strong he was.

knew it was hard on you too- could feel it late at night when you thought he was asleep to helplessly stick fingers inside, too spoiled and used to what he gave that it wasn’t enough. let you think he was asleep because when you tried and ultimately failed- it did something to him.

hearing you try to stifle whines, hide from him by curling into a ball right next to his heated body. attending to yourself in a hopeless attempt and knowing nothing could compare to him.

his lips peeled back into something that resembled a smile, black tresses of his hair stuck onto his forehead and tickling your own when he leaned in and kissed you.

tongue hot, and strong- it licked inside your mouth, swirled along the sides of your teeth, and stopped right in front of your lips.

caught between breathing and holding it in your burning lungs, treated like a victim of his- the unbridled strength he carried resting just beneath the surface.

you couldn’t tell if you were scared, it felt like it, but there was also a tinge of lust playing right next to it. but you just blinked through that tight grip of panic; it was okay to be scared sometimes, scary felt good with him.

a singular whine escaping between the captured air- bringing down that smile of his once more.

but it was softer, no longer tinged with that seething warmth.

toji blinked, and actually looked down at you- eyes focusing on different parts of what was right in front of him, lips pouty and painted glossy with his spit- fingers still dimpling the fat of your face, your own digits wrapped around his thick wrist in a feeble attempt to pry his hand off.

“cute.”

it felt mocking, like he could laugh at you any second for getting off on how he was treating you; it was so tempting to bite back that it was the same with him, he was getting off on humiliating you like this- holding you open to gaze down at the very chords of your being.

but you didn’t, you were *good* and toji knew that too- it’s why it was so easy to shift the hold of your face down to either side of your neck; fingers pressing into the thrumming veins settled right there. easy to let go once satiating the need to make it hurt, bringing his arms down to where your ass meets your legs to tug you up. letting you wrap your arms around his neck- dependable and strong enough to carry you with ease, trying not to bump into the edges of things while he looked up at you. taking seconds from this moment to simply press his face to the center of your chest, kissing you like you’d even feel it given the clothes keeping you away from him.

your own fingers moving from their hold to ensure you wouldn’t fall to the stray strands of hair littering the nape of his neck. liking the fact that it was getting longer- there was just something about his long black hair you found comfort in; liked it when he was wound down enough to let you run your hands through it- softening the edges of his being with your love.

thoughts of how sweet he was to you, and only you, interrupted when he finally made it into your shared space. unceremoniously dumping you down onto the bed like he wasn’t just adoringly looking up at you, knees dipping down against where your legs folded into your waist; dipping you down with how heavy and big he was. making a show in how slow he was to place his palms against either side of your face.

every movement calculated, like he was waiting for you to comment on the slow pace he’s chosen to take, and just like he thought. it didn't take long to look up at him, pout already forming on your lips.

“toji.” his name whined and already breathy, hands searching for anything that would tug him back up to you. needing him so much it hurt, the singular chord of need seemingly moving any limbs for a chance to entice him further. like he wasn't also panting and wanting.

dizzy when you looked away from his lidded eyes for just a second to see his sweats hanging lower than they had been seconds ago- the imprint of him heavy and low. eyes rolling to the back of your head with the wet lust pooling between your legs.

trying so hard to keep your body from squeezing down onto nothing, stomach clenching in its stead.

“toji.” named whined again, like he didn’t hear you the first time.

“talk to me.” you whimpered, trying to keep a creeping panic down. trying to worm itself up from the odd coil of lust mixed in- seeing him look down at you. jaw set and hands shaking; palms warm and rough against the round skin on the fat of your face. thumbs tracing the start of your hairline over and over- trying not to vocally grunt when the twitch of his cock was so forceful it knocked air from him.

he could only laugh, bringing the pads of his thumb down to swipe under your eyes.

“what do you want me to say, angel?” toji questioned, distracting you with the answer he knew you wanted.

too spoiled and needy, knowing you we’re nothing but a creature of want bundled up with a pretty bow and pleading eyes.

“want me to tell you how much i want you?” toji asked, bringing both hands- finally latching onto the waistband of your bottoms before tugging without restraint of his strength.

pulling you down with the force a good inch before leaning down and placing a kiss to your forehead.

“want me to tell you how i heard you touch that dangerous little cunt, every night? right next to me?” he hissed, remembering it all. tipping over the swirl of emotions settled deep into the pit of his stomach. brought forth with the adrenaline slowly waning, replaced by want.

a hand slipping between both of your bodies to cup at the heat he was just speaking on. pulling fingers away saturated in slick, smiling something sick before pressing his fingers to his lips.

canines glistening against the low light, prying out another uncontrolled spasm- hips jutting off the bed to plead better than any words you could stupidly come up with.

wet mouth coming down, those same teeth catching the soft skin under your ear, bucking once more- hips caught down with those hands of his. waiting for you to notice the heaviness of his cock, freed from any confines, painting lines of lust across the apex of your thighs.

“too sweet.” toji whispered, uncharacteristically, once more. teetering you over that small and tiny space he seemed to shove you in a moment's notice. nose tipping up to breathe, to catch any sort of lucidity you still held.

excitement pumping through your veins with every throbbing push of hot blood, you could see your heart beat now. could feel the swollen and equally hot cock head poke against your swollen little clit, nothing but jolts wrecking through your body with every passing second *he* was making you wait.

and toji was a sick, twisted man- letting you look at him and start another plea before finally pressing himself inside. physically feeling the contraction of your pussy before you relaxed, tears dotting your lashes. swallowing down his name with a cry when his swollen head popped inside, head pressed back into the bed to cry out nothing but his name over and over.

too dizzy to notice the way he picked up your limp legs, hooking them over the curve of his arms before coming back to you. trapping you, keeping you bundled up and tiny.

viscous, teeth gnawing against one another- toji groaned. adrenaline waning, dizzy in his own right, body strung up with nothing but physical strength.

thankful for his own power because the cunt squeezing around his cock so tight- he had to fight to fit inside seemed to sap any better judgment or mental fortitude.

“come on angel- your turn. you talk.” toji nearly bickered, trying to bring the focus back in your eyes. and since he was a sick, and mean man- he enjoyed seeing your face scrunch up, sucking in little breath after little, hiccuped breath.

knocking that focus clear off your face with pistoning thrusts so hard, the jolt itself tempered him through the thick fog of lust and pleasure. barking out something akin to a laugh and groan watching you shake your head and squish your nose up something cute.

how was he ever supposed to stop? how could he ask to keep his hands off you, when you received him so well- even now, while he bullied his cock into your already battered pussy all you did was shake your head back and forth and plead for him to give you more.

hands gripping onto the curve of muscle settled on top his bicep, anchoring yourself to the very thing knocking the wind and thoughts out of your body. feeling the push of your muscles against his hold on you, acting like you were-

oh.

toji has to bite down, gnash his teeth and breathe heavy tufts of air out of his nose to keep himself at least somewhat grounded. watching you twitch weakly, feeling you spray his wiry hair, and coat the sliver of cock that doesn’t fit inside of you with cum. hitching your legs further into the cradle of his arms while he fucks and fucks into you over and over.

“fuck.” the singular word spit out through his gritted teeth, balking with the fact that you came so easy. finding it unfair that you were so sensitive, you who was allowed to touch yourself. who was allowed the little moments of reprieve even if it might not have been with him.

he would have swallowed his pride for the time being, letting you do what you needed to get off.

but since toji is such a nasty, vile man. he knows that’s not true.

lips curling to smile down at you, like you did such a good job for him- making a show of grabbing the back of your knees, and pressing them further down onto the bed.

his eyes pinning yours down, like a wild animal sizing up their prey before pouncing. daring you to look away, wanting you to be the one who pushed through the hazy fog of burning overstimulation.

“that’s it.” he praises, despite what he’s putting you through, unrelenting thrusts, keeping you down small and unmoving underneath him he sees the way you’re slipping in deep. sharp smacks of his balls battering the curve of your ass that has been lifted an inch off the bed the only thing heard, apart from the sharp trills of your cries.

“please, please!” you cry, over and over- too dizzy to even pick your head back up, letting it roll to the side when he comes in close once more. tongue laving at the curve of your cheek, a simple gesture of comfort.

“my good girl. please what?” he asks, the vibration of his words reverberating against your clammy skin.

and toji never expects an answer, this is good enough- you do well enough in your own right to keep somewhat lucid while his thick cock throbs with every push inside.

it feels like an uphill battle from him too, watching every orgasm overtake your body- slowly eating away at the unshakable control he has over his own figure.

wonders why, after everything he’s done bad in his life, is he able to have a little piece of nirvana right here.

toji is gluttonous anyways, has always wanted more than what was offered- from you too. grits his teeth down so hard, even through the haze you can see the vein working its way down his thick neck.

holding off just for one more, one more orgasm from you, pretty little thing.

coaxes it out of you with those snapping hips- thick cock noisily sliding in and out of you with no remorse for the integrity of your walls. battering you into something soft and malleable, shaping the figure of his cock into your tummy.

you cum again, weak- sensitive. barely able to distinguish what hurts and what doesn’t, whole body shuddering in the midst of his strong hold. squeezing around him, beckoning him closer and closer.

in the end it’s worth it, letting yourself get used by him to watch the way he tips his head back- looking at the ceiling of your room before tremors wrack his own body. lips open while he pants out the singular-

“fuck! fuck-“ over and over, sealing himself against you with one last thrust. digging in as much as he can to make sure you take it all- make sure his cum is well received inside of the same walls still trying to push out his unrelenting cock.

and you feel so full, warm and shaky while toji slowly gains his own bearings- having gone limp long ago, waiting for him to come back to you. shivering with every weak throb his cock gives you, like he’s trying to push out every last bit of cum he has for you. the heat simmering low in your very being.

“pretty thing.” toji finally breathes- relieved. whatever pent up energy left now forming into nothing but pure adoration for you. something he had never felt before. coming to him as naturally as all the other mean, vile, nasty tendencies he has.

letting you whine like a little puppy while he lets your legs fall back onto the bed. kissing you, teeth nipping at the curve of your tear stained cheek- lowly chuckling with how shaky hands reach for him. wondering if you know how ironic it is to be begging for the very being responsible for making a mess of you.

“toji.” it’s sweet, called out in a way he’s not used to hearing his name in.

“yeah angel, ‘m here.” he huffs, feigning like there’s effort in bringing himself down to hold you. strong arms used in a manner foreign to their creation- wrapping you up against him.

“you did good, cunt missed me that much?” he wonders out loud, catching a glance at the pool of cum trailing down the middle of your thighs. letting both of you lay in the messiness of it all- too indulgent to clean it off.

watching you nod, eyes heavy- bleary. fucked out like an angel created for just this. his own breathing ragged with the singular pout, feeling your hands grab as if he’d leave.

wonders how the fuck he’d ever get through next season, and the season after that. knowing temptation itself holds its form in the shape of you, right here with him.

toji kisses you- trying to make you the singular thought in his mind. letting you rest before he puts you through it again and again, a creature of indulgence in his own right.

knowing he wants it all; victory and your very being. wonders how you drift off so easy with a man like him looking over you.

[ezukll]

✧ Moon Sign Observations ✧

ARIES MOON

An Aries Moon is an outgoing, assertive, and fiery energy. An Aries moon is bold and ambitious, with a desire to be the center of attention and the life of the party. They have a strong will and self-confidence, but there can also be a hot-headedness or impulsiveness. Those with this placement tend to be passionate, courageous, and willing to take risks.

Aries Moons can be intense, with a strong capacity for passion and enthusiasm. They have a firey temper and quick reactions, but are also fearless and bold. They're full of passion and can be impulsive and even reckless. They have strong desires and want to go after them immediately. Their greatest desire is probably for love, affection, and recognition from others. They have no fear of taking risks or challenging themselves and will strive to accomplish their goals. With strong determination, courage and persistence they are likely to succeed.

TAURUS MOON

A Taurus Moon has a calm and peaceful energy. They are resilient, practical, and have a strong interest in material things. Taurus Moons have a natural ability to stabilize any situation while remaining grounded. They are reliable, persistent and determined to get things done. With the grounded and stabilizing energy of Taurus, they have strong emotions but also take the time to process them. Taurus Moons enjoy the simple things in life and appreciate a comfortable and stable environment. They are focused on creating and maintaining a sense of security in their life, whether it's in their job, relationships or just simply being at peace.

Taurus Moons are a mixture of deep feelings, practical thinking, and a grounded outlook on life. They are a calming presence who can also bring stability to any situation. They are likely to value and appreciate comfort, stability, and peace, and strive to create that in their life. Taurus Moons can also be stubborn and slow to open up or move. Their greatest desires may be for a sense of security and stability in their life, both in material and emotional ways. They also highly value comfort and love, and desire love and adoration from others.

GEMINI MOON

A Gemini Moon is a dynamic and inquisitive energy with a sharp and clear mind. They are typically sociable and love to communicate, whether it's with words, writing, or art. They are flexible and adaptable, with a tendency to overthink and consider many different possibilities or points of view. With their natural curiosity and quick intelligence, they are likely to have a wide range of interests and a varied sense of humor. They can be very talkative and have an active social life, which allows them to connect with others on an intellectual level.

Gemini Moons are varied and complex - from curious excitement to nervous anxiety. They are quick thinkers and naturally curious, wanting to learn and explore their environment. This can cause feelings like overthinking and uneasiness, but also excitement and discovery. Gemini Moons are sociable, often witty and funny, but can also feel lonely and disconnected due to their intellect. They can feel conflicted between wanting to communicate and speak their truth, and wanting to keep their thoughts to themselves. Their greatest desires may be for connections, communication, and intellectual stimulation from others.

CANCER MOON

A Cancer Moon is a sensitive and nurturing energy. They have deep emotional depth and are likely to be feeling, empathetic, and compassionate people. With the energy of Cancer, these individuals are likely to crave security, connection, and intimacy in both their relationships and environment. They are also likely to have a strong connection to their family and may be very protective of those they care about. Cancer moons are usually caring individuals who are in touch with their emotions and strive to create a sense of harmony within themselves and around them.

The emotional energy of a Cancer Moon is deep and sensitive. They may feel deeply, experience strong emotions, and be in tune with their intuition and instincts. These individuals are likely to be very protective and caring with those close to them, seeking a sense of security and stability in life. With their emotional depth, they may also experience feelings of anxiety and fear, being especially sensitive to their surroundings. Their desires may be for emotional connection and intimacy in relationships, comfort and safety in their environment, and feeling protected and cared for by others.

LEO MOON

A Leo Moon is a dynamic, assertive, and charismatic energy. They are likely to be a natural leader who likes to be the center of attention. With the fiery energy of Leo, they can be prideful and have a strong sense of self-importance. They have a strong desire to make an impact through their creativity and individuality and may desire a position of power or authority. They can have a fiery temper, but also tend to be playful and enjoy being the life of the party.

Leo Moons are passionate, dynamic, and expressive. They are likely to be prideful and ambitious, and want acceptance and recognition for their creativity and individuality. With the Leo energy, they are likely to be confident, fearless, and have a strong desire to be in charge. They tend to be very expressive emotionally, with a strong sense of pride and confidence and may have a strong ego. Their fears may be of rejection or not being accepted for who they are. Their desires may be for recognition and admiration from others, and being in a leadership position.

VIRGO MOON

A Virgo Moon is a analytical and observant energy, with a sense of service and a desire to be useful. With their logical mindset, they may be detail-oriented, conscientious, and self-critical. Those with this placement may be perfectionists and strive to make an impact through their work and contributions. Their emotions may be subdued and they may tend to process their feelings internally rather than express them. They are likely to be hard workers, organized, and have a good sense of responsibility. They may also have a strong connection to nature and animals.

The emotional energy of a Virgo Moon is analytical and logical. They typically prefer to process their emotions internally rather than express them. They may be perfectionist and self-critical, with a strong sense of responsibility in how they conduct themselves. Virgo Moons often strive to make a positive impact through their work and contributions, and take pride in being well-organized and efficient. While they may initially come across as guarded, they are sensitive and caring individuals who deeply value love and affection, as well as security and comfort in their daily life.

LIBRA MOON

A Libra Moon is an outgoing, diplomatic, and creative energy. With the air energy of Libra, they are likely to be social, charismatic, and open-minded. They have a strong desire for harmony and balance in their life, whether it's with themselves, their environment, or in their relationships. They can be pleasant and charming, but also tend to overthink their interactions with others and can be quite critical of themselves. Libra Moons typically have a strong need for connection and a deep sense of fairness and justice.

The emotional energy of a Libra Moon is pleasant, loving, and balanced. They have a strong desire for peace and harmony, both within themselves and with the people around them. Their emotions tend to be balanced and even, though they can be sensitive to criticism and conflict. They typically strive for fairness and equity in their relationships and may feel deeply hurt if they feel betrayed or mistreated. Libra Moons have a strong need for connection, affection, and closeness in their relationships, and may fear being left alone or isolated. Their greatest desires may be for love and happiness, with equality and justice in their relationships.

SCORPIO MOON

A Scorpio Moon is intense and powerful. They have a deep, emotional side, with strong intensity and passion. With the water element of Scorpion, they are likely to be highly sensitive and intuitive, feeling their emotions deeply and processing them internally. They can have a strong protective instinct, especially towards loved ones, and tend to have an insightful nature. Scorpio Moons may also be more reserved and secretive, with strong willpower and determination. Overall, they may have a deep and mysterious aura about them, and may also have an intuitive connection to the occult or supernatural.

Scorpio Moons have deep and powerful emotions, and tend to feel everything strongly. This can make them passionate and enthusiastic, but also intense and possessive at times. With the intensity of this energy, they may fear being vulnerable or misunderstood, and have difficulty opening up and trusting. They value their independence and may struggle with jealousy or possessiveness in relationships. Their core desires may be for love, affection, and connection, but they may also value power and control. They may struggle with their emotions and fears, but also have a deep understanding of them.

SAGITTARIUS MOON

A Sagittarius Moon is an inquisitive, adventurous, and spontaneous energy. With the fire energy of Sagittarius, they are likely to be ambitious, cheerful, and optimistic. They love to learn and explore, with an open mind and a strong desire to grow and expand. They may be very social and outgoing, and have a wide range of interests and passions. With the freedom-loving nature of Sagittarius, they typically value their independence and may not like feeling held down by their responsibilities or obligations. They are typically enthusiastic and positive, but may also have a strong sense of justice and morality.

The emotional energy of a Sagittarius Moon is cheerful and optimistic. They tend to process their emotions in a more upbeat way and are likely to focus on the positive side of things. They may feel passionate and intense towards life and have a strong desire for adventure and expansion. With the Sagittarius energy, they may often feel excited and enthusiastic, with a sense of freedom and independence. The biggest fears of a Sagittarius Moon may be stagnation and routine, feeling stuck in the same place or stuck in their life. Their core desires may be for an exciting life and experiences, and being truly accepted and understood by those around them.

CAPRICORN MOON

A Capricorn Moon is a practical and dependable energy. Those with this placement typically have a strong will and sense of structure and order. They are likely to be realistic, grounded, and self-contained. Capricorn Moons are often hard workers who value their own independence and personal space. They can present a more serious and reserved exterior, but they have a deep sensitivity and inner emotional layer. Capricorn Moons may often feel insecure and overwhelmed at times, and may struggle to express their deeper emotions. Their deepest desires might be security and material success, but also for genuine connection on an emotional level.

As the sign of boundaries and limitations, those with a Capricorn Moon may have difficulties in expressing their emotions and may be more reserved and self-contained. Their main desires may be for security, stability, and success in their life. They may be ambitious and driven, but struggle with fear of failure. With their deep emotional depth, they may have difficulties with insecurities and trusting others. Capricorn Moons may fear change, and may prefer to take a more traditional and cautious approach to life. They may struggle to express themselves and share their feelings, but find comfort in the structure and reliability of familiar routines and habits.

AQUARIUS MOON

An Aquarius Moon is an intelligent, innovative, and independent energy. They tend to think in a logical and rational way, and have a curious and open-minded nature. With the Aquarius energy, they are likely to focus on big ideas and concepts, as well as the connection between things for a deeper understanding. Aquarius Moons may struggle with feeling empathetic or emotionally in-tune with others, and instead approach emotions in a more intellectual way. They may also struggle with trusting or opening up to others, but can also find a deep connection with those who understand them.

Aquarius Moons tend to be intellectual and analytical with their emotions. They may focus on understanding them on a logical level, rather than feeling and expressing them. Their feelings are likely to be deep and complex, and they may struggle with expressing themselves verbally or feeling connected to their emotional side. As a rebellious sign, Aquarius Moons strive for freedom and autonomy. Their main fears may be feeling trapped or controlled. Their desires might be for understanding and connection with others, but on their own terms. They may also strive for change and progress in their environment, and may have a vision for a utopian future.

PISCES MOON

A Pisces Moon is a deep and sensitive energy. They are likely to be an emotional, empathetic, and creative individual with a strong connection to art, music, and the spiritual side of life. They may be deeply sensitive and may struggle with overwhelming emotions at times. Pisces Moons typically need alone time to process their emotions and may often feel drained by other people’s energy. They may be sensitive to their environment and other people's feelings, and may even feel like they can communicate with nature or animals. Their main desires are likely to be for connection and understanding, and a deep spiritual existence.

The emotions of a Pisces Moon can be deep and intense. They may feel things on a fundamental and spiritual level, with a strong connection to their intuition and empathy. They tend to be sensitive and may find it painful to witness others' pain and sufferings. Pisces Moons may feel overwhelmed by their feelings at times, but can also find deep inspiration and comfort in their art and spirituality. Their fears may revolve around a lack of connection and understanding, feeling isolated and alone. Their greatest desires may be for understanding and connection on a deep and spiritual level.

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•Alkeste (124) - goddess of love and beauty , in your Groom pc / Juno pc /Briede pc

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✨ Alkeste (124) asteroid's presence in birth chart can indicate a strong connection to beauty , charm , love and romance. It can tell us what is most noticeable in someone's beauty/ outer look. Here, I covered alkeste in signs in groom/ briede/ juno pc.

🧡 Alkeste in Aries :

Aries is known for its vibrant energy and assertiveness, which would manifest in the person’s look as bold and attention-grabbing. Your fs might possess striking features that command attention, such as a strong, defined face with prominent facial expressions that convey confidence and enthusiasm. Their overall style is likely to be daring and original. They might favor fashion that is edgy or unconventional, reflecting their need to stand out and make a statement. Their choices in clothing and accessories might be influenced by their desire for immediacy and directness, often opting for outfits that are both eye-catching and purposeful.they might have a distinctive and energetic charm. Their beauty could be characterized by a kind of raw and magnetic quality that draws others in with its authenticity and fervor. This can include anything from a striking eye color or unique hairstyle to a vibrant and radiant skin tone.

🧡 Alkeste in Taurus:

Taurus, ruled by Venus, emphasizes a strong connection to sensuality and physical beauty. Your fs might have a calm, grounded presence that exudes a sense of stability and grace. Their features might be well-defined and harmonious, with a natural allure that draws people in without needing to be overly flashy.Their style often leans toward classic and timeless fashion, favoring high-quality materials and earthy tones that enhance their sense of comfort and luxury. They might be known for their appreciation of textures and subtle details, reflecting a sophisticated taste. Additionally, their beauty is often complemented by a serene and nurturing demeanor, adding to their overall charm. Their look can be described as understated yet deeply attractive, radiating a steady and enduring magnetism.

🧡Alkeste in Gemini :

With Alkeste in Gemini in groom pc/ juno pc your future spouse's beauty and outer appearance often reflect a lively and versatile charm. Gemini's influence brings an air of curiosity and adaptability, which manifests in a dynamic and ever-changing style. Individuals with this placement are likely to have expressive and engaging features, such as bright, inquisitive eyes or a vibrant smile that captures attention.Their style is typically eclectic and playful, characterized by a mix of different trends and accessories. They enjoy experimenting with their look, frequently changing hairstyles or incorporating unique, attention-grabbing elements into their wardrobe. This adaptability makes their appearance fresh and interesting, showcasing a blend of creativity and wit.

🧡 Alkeste in Cancer:

With Alkeste in Cancer, your future spouse's beauty and outer appearance often embody a soft, nurturing, and comforting quality. Cancer’s influence imparts a gentle, empathetic charm, making their features appear warm and inviting. They might have a round, soft face with expressive eyes that convey depth and sensitivity.Their style typically leans towards classic and cozy, with a preference for soft fabrics and soothing colors that enhance their comforting presence. They may choose clothing that reflects their personal and emotional connection to their surroundings, often opting for pieces that evoke a sense of home and security.their beauty has a tender and caring essence, characterized by a natural grace and an ability to make others feel at ease.

🧡 Alkeste in Leo :

With Alkeste in Leo, your future spouse's beauty and outer appearance often exude a regal and charismatic flair. Leo's influence brings a sense of grandeur and confidence, making their features bold and striking. They might have a strong, well-defined jawline, bright, captivating eyes, and a radiant smile that draws attention effortlessly.Their style is typically dramatic and eye-catching, with a preference for high-quality, luxurious fabrics and vibrant colors. They may favor fashion that highlights their individuality and flair, often opting for pieces that make a statement and showcase their unique personality. Accessories might be bold and glamorous, such as statement jewelry or eye-catching hats, reflecting their desire to stand out and shine.

🧡 Alkeste in Virgo :

With Alkeste in Virgo, your future spouse's beauty and outer appearance often reflect a refined, meticulous, and understated elegance. Virgo’s influence brings a sense of precision and attention to detail, making their features appear harmonious and well-balanced. They might have a clear, fresh complexion and features that convey clarity and neatness.Their style is typically characterized by classic, clean lines and practical yet sophisticated clothing choices. They favor well-tailored, high-quality garments in neutral or muted colors that enhance their natural grace without being overly ostentatious. Their accessories are likely to be subtle and functional, focusing on quality and simplicity.

🧡 Alkeste in Libra :

With Alkeste in Libra, your future spouse's beauty and outer appearance often embody balance, harmony, and sophisticated grace. Libra’s influence lends a natural sense of symmetry and elegance to their features, which may include well-proportioned facial features and a refined, attractive appearance.Their style is typically characterized by a keen sense of aesthetics and a preference for harmonious, well-coordinated outfits. They often favor fashion that blends classic and modern elements, choosing pieces that are both stylish and timeless. Colors are usually soft and harmonious, reflecting their desire for beauty and balance. Accessories are likely to be tasteful and complement their overall look, often chosen for their elegance and ability to enhance their appearance without overwhelming it.

🧡 Alkeste in scorpio:

Your future spouse's beauty and outer appearance are often intensely magnetic and deeply transformative. Scorpio’s influence imbues their features with a compelling and mysterious allure, which may include striking, intense eyes that seem to reveal profound depth and an enigmatic aura.Their style tends to be bold and dramatic, with a preference for rich, dark colors and luxurious fabrics that enhance their powerful presence. They might favor clothing and accessories that reflect their complex personality, often choosing items that convey sophistication and a touch of mystery. Their wardrobe may include elements like deep reds, blacks, and metallics, adding to their intense and captivating image.their beauty exudes a potent and seductive charm, marked by a strong sense of individuality and a profound emotional resonance.

🧡Alkeste in Sagittarius:

Sagittarius' influence brings a sense of freedom and expansiveness to your future spouse's look, making their features appear vibrant and expressive. They might have an open, engaging smile and eyes that sparkle with enthusiasm and curiosity.Their style tends to be eclectic and influenced by their adventurous spirit. They often prefer clothing that is comfortable, practical, and suited for a range of activities. Bright colors, bold patterns, and global or bohemian-inspired pieces might feature prominently in their wardrobe, reflecting their love for exploration and diversity.Accessories are likely to be unique and meaningful, possibly including items from their travels or those that tell a story.

🧡 Alkeste in Capricorn:

With Alkeste in Capricorn, your future spouse's beauty and outer appearance often exude a classic, refined, and understated elegance. Capricorn’s influence imparts a sense of professionalism and poise, making their features appear strong and well-defined. They may have a composed and mature look, with an emphasis on practical, sophisticated aesthetics.Their style is typically characterized by timeless, high-quality pieces that reflect their appreciation for structure and formality. They often choose well-tailored, classic garments in neutral or muted tones, highlighting their preference for a polished, no-nonsense appearance. Accessories are likely to be minimal but elegant, focusing on durability and subtlety.

🧡 Alkeste in Aquarius:

With Alkeste in Aquarius, your future spouse often gravitate towards pieces that break away from mainstream trends, embracing a style that reflects their unique personality and forward-thinking nature.they might opt for garments with unusual cuts or asymmetrical designs, combining different textures and materials in unexpected ways. Their wardrobe could include elements such as oversized silhouettes, metallic fabrics, or geometric patterns that reflect a futuristic aesthetic. They have an eye for integrating bold colors or unconventional prints that challenge traditional fashion norms.Accessories play a significant role in their style, often serving as the focal point of their ensemble. They might choose statement pieces such as sculptural jewelry, unusual hats, or accessories that incorporate modern technology or artistic design.

🧡 Alkeste in Pisces:

With Alkeste in Pisces, your future spouse's beauty and outer appearance often exude a dreamy, ethereal quality. Their style is typically soft, romantic, and fluid, favoring flowing fabrics and delicate, pastel colors that enhance their gentle, mystical aura. They might choose clothing with whimsical or artistic details, such as intricate lace, soft drapes, or patterns that evoke a sense of fantasy and escape. Accessories tend to be subtle yet enchanting, such as delicate, nature-inspired jewelry or items that have a bohemian or vintage feel. Their overall look often conveys a sense of otherworldliness and sensitivity, combining elegance with a touch of mystery. This placement suggests a beauty that is not only visually appealing but also emotionally resonant, reflecting an inner depth and an intuitive sense of style.

Thanks for reading, my lovelies 💕

- PIKO 💖

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bambi eyes (3) r. cameron

[Warnings] soft!dark!rafe cameron x reader, daddy!rafe x little!reader older!rafe, crimeboss!rafe, rafe takes advantage of traumatized reader, DUBCON, dd/lg, sex trafficking, sexual slavery, sugar daddy rafe, stockholm syndrome, spoiling kink, unprotected sex, forced? age regression, little editing, 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

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In which you do your best to deal with your Daddy's mood swings.

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You felt like you were seeing Rafe less and less as the next two weeks went on. He was stressed about what was going on with work. He often paced back and forth in front of you, ranting, although he was never specific about the details of what was going on. 

You noticed that he grabbed you tighter, pushed you harder into the mattress, and talked less during sex whenever something outside was affecting him. You were starting to accept it; it never hurt too much, and you’d be more scared if he weren’t interested in you in that way. If he didn’t want to be intimate with you, then there was a chance he wouldn’t want you anymore. 

As much as Rafe promised you this was permanent, you couldn’t fully believe him. He had done all of this just for you, so you had to be able to offer him something special in return. 

Like Rafe wanted, you established a routine. Every morning the birds would wake you up exactly at eight, and you’d make your bed which kept you from napping all day. Staying in your room was causing your imagination to stretch.  You found new ways to entertain yourself, including trying on all the clothes in your wardrobe and throwing elaborate tea parties with all your stuffed animals and dolls. 

One night that you thought would be like the last twelve nights, Rafe came to you after Lana had already brought you dinner. He wasn’t dressed in his usual khakis and dress shirt but in sweatpants and a pullover. You were curled up on the window seat, drawing flowers in a notebook, when Rafe came over to join you. 

“Hi,” You spoke softly. He placed a warm hand on your knee, and you slowly closed your notebook. 

“Hi, baby,” There was an ease and calmness to his voice that made you believe he’d actually had a good day, “What are you working on? Show me.”

You sat up, leaning closer, as you handed him the notebook. You hid slightly behind your knees as Rafe began to flip through the pages. At this point, you’d covered half of the pages in your doodles, “Oh wow, these are really pretty, Bambi,” He smiled with his entire face, including his bright eyes, “We should hang some of these on the fridge.”

You felt a bit of relief, hearing that he liked him, “I have more. Way more. I’ve colored a lot of the coloring books.”

“Go get them, I’ll pick my favorites,” Excitedly, you got up from the window seat. When you set several full coloring books in his lap, Rafe’s lips parted in shock, “Okay, wow, I don’t think I realized how much coloring you’d been doing.”

“I think it’s fun,” You said. 

“Good, I want you to have fun,” Rafe nodded, “But have you worn down all your color pencils? How come you haven’t asked for more?”

You shrugged when Rafe gave you an inquisitive look, “I try to take care of the ones I have.”

“Would you even ask Daddy for more coloring books if you ran out of pages to color?”

“Maybe,” You spoke honestly. 

The idea of asking for more than what Rafe had already given you did make your heart race. Rafe shook his head at something, “Daddy will get you lots more art supplies. Maybe you could try painting?”

“We could paint together?” You perked up. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Rafe assured you, ���I’m really, really sorry I haven’t been here as much as I’ve wanted to. Needed to, really. It’s just … I’m working on a lot of things right now, you know?”

“I’ve been okay,” You said, “Lana has been kind to me.”

“Good, good, I want you to be happy here, you know? That’s why I want you comfortable asking for things,” You watched Rafe’s eyes wander towards the bookshelf, “Like your books. I never see you reading them. Do you not like them?”

“I do,” You said quickly.

Rafe started to stare deeply at you, “What-what is it?”

“I . . . “

“I can pick some different ones for you? What do you like?”

“I like it when you read to me, Daddy,” Rafe tilted his head and the mentioning of his nickname didn’t light up his features like usual, “It’s hard for me. I never needed to … do that.”

He paused, which made you think you’d done something wrong, “You’ve never needed to read?”

“I can do it,” You said, “It’s hard when they’re all together, and there’s so many… the words. I’m sorry you think I don’t like the books you picked. I really do. I will try harder–”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Rafe rushed to put the coloring books aside and grab ahold of your face, “I just didn’t know, that’s it. You didn’t do anything wrong. At all.”

It wasn’t something you’d ever felt embarrassed about, but now you couldn’t help but feel stupid. Deep down, you felt a guy like Rafe deserved someone better. He deserved someone smarter than you. 

You closed your eyes, wanting to hang your head, but Rafe said, “Look at me, hey,” Weakly, you did, “I’ve been thinking that you should spend more time with Lana instead of being cooped up in here. At least until I can take care of this … one problem I have. She’d be happy to have some company. And, if you want to learn, she could help you with your reading.”

“You don’t care?”

“Not at all, look, don’t worry. I’ve got you, sweet girl,” He said. Rafe leaned in to peck your nose before he brought your lips together. You melted into him, realizing then how much you missed him when he was gone, “You know what I was thinking?”

You stared back at Rafe, who had a mischievous look in his eye. 

“We should take the boat out.”

“Now? Where?” 

“Just on a short ride to get you some fresh air. It’ll be cold, so let’s find you some warmer clothes, yeah?”

It was a rhetorical question; Rafe was already making his way over to your wardrobe. You looked down at the small silk pajama set you were wearing. You’d seen all the boats out by the dock but hadn’t imagined that Rafe would take you out on one. “Lift your arms,” You did exactly as he said, pulling a light blue sweatshirt over your head. He also chose long pajama bottoms, helping you get into those, too, “You want to bring one of your stuffies?”

Your excitement mixed with your anxiety as you put on your slippers. It was a hard decision to make about which stuffed animal you wanted to bring, but you settled on Fin, your silvery-blue dolphin, “Excellent choice.”

Rafe grabbed your hand, leading you downstairs, “Do you think we’ll see a real dolphin?”

“Well, they tend to be more active during the day, and it’ll be dark soon … but maybe if you wish really, really hard.”

The air was much cooler outside than you expected, and you certainly didn’t expect it to feel so strange being in the fresh air. You turned in a circle just so you could take in the sky, the trees, the house, and everything around you. 

You followed a determined Rafe across the yard and towards the deck. He chose one of the smaller boats, although there was room for at least four more people. You yelped when Rafe grabbed you by your waist suddenly and lifted you inside. Another yelp escaped your lips as the boat rocked under the pressure of your weight, “You’re okay, don’t worry,” He didn’t have to tell you to take a seat or be still; you decided you wouldn’t move at all, “One . . . moment.”

You watched through the corner of your eyes as Rafe untied the roaps keeping the boat tethered to the dock. The boat rocked again as Rafe hopped inside, causing you to grip Fin in one hand and grip the side of the boat in the other. 

You sat in the seat right across from Rafe as the boat slowly pulled off towards deeper water. As the boat became more steady, you turned your head and watched Tannyhill get smaller and smaller. The orange and blue sky reflected off the water, creating an insanely beautiful view. You sailed towards the horizon, the son looking half submerged in the water, “How do you feel?” Rafe yelled over the sound of the motor, “Wanna go faster?”

You nodded, a smile growing on your face, “My little daredevil, huh?” You sat up on your knees, wanting to see more. You get a better look at Figure 8, seeing lots of huge houses along the beach, although none of them compare to Tannyhill. Rafe pointed out different landmarks for you, including the country club and a huge lighthouse out in the water. In your eyes, this night made every other night where you worried about your place with Rafe worth it. 

“Go ahead, you can give it a taste test,” Lana conceded, allowing you to dip your finger into the chocolate cake batter. A few days after your night out with Rafe, Lana was showing you how to make the perfect chocolate cake. You thought she might be exaggerating about how perfect it was until you were licking your finger. An excited moan left your mouth and you bounced on the balls of your feet, “It’s great, isn’t it? Espresso powder is the key.”

“It really is,” You agreed. 

“Now, wash your hands. It’s time to pour our batter.” 

The entire day Lana had told you exactly what to do and how to do it. You didn’t mind listening or following her directions as she usually spoke to you warmly. Besides that, you wanted to learn exactly how to take care of things around the house, knowing that Rafe would appreciate your help when Lana couldn’t be here. The two of you cleaned the entire downstairs, did several loads of laundry, washed the windows in the glass patio, and even had time for a reading lesson in the early morning. She informed you that she homeschooled her youngest son and that she would try to teach you in a similar way. 

As you washed your hands, you glanced out the side window towards the dock. You could see Rafe far out on the dock, standing with the same business associate who came to the house a few weeks ago. They weren’t alone like you were expecting; someone was on their knees a few feet ahead of them, their head slumped over. You squinted your eyes, trying to see more of them, although Rafe and his business associate shouting at each other blocked your view, “What are they doing out there? Who’s that?” Lana came over to where you were standing, peeking out just like you were. 

Whatever business Rafe was involved in, Lana didn’t seem to care for it, “Mr. Cameron and Barry, they’re always at each other’s throats,” She shook her head, “Come, dry your hands. The oven is heated.”

You did as she said, turning your head away. There were going to be several layers to your cake, meaning you had three pans to fill, and after that, you and Lana would make the icing. Just as your mind wandered back to Rafe, you heard him coming through the kitchen door. 

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, pacing for a moment before his dark eyes landed on you, “Bambi, let’s … uhm, go upstairs,” His voice was shaky and deeper than normal, “Come here.”

“We’re-We’re just about to put the cake in the oven. It’s for tonight, and we’re going to make homemade icing too–”

“Now …please,” He said the last word like it was painful, “It’s time for you to go back to your room.”

No, no, no, a voice repeated in your head. 

“But Lana was going to teach me how to ice the cake, too and she —”

“Fine,” Rafe snapped, his hand slamming against the counter before he rolled his eyes, “Just stay here.” 

As Rafe stomped away, you knew you had something horribly wrong. You’d seen him in a similar mood before but he never directed any of his vitriol towards you before. Whatever had happened on the dock had clearly upset him. You really wanted to finish working with Lana. More than anything, you didn’t want to be locked in your room for another long period of time. 

After taking a breath, or attempting to take one, you turned to Lana, “I didn’t mean… I-I should go say sorry.”

“You might want to let him calm down a little bit, sweetheart,” You’d already made up your mind. You reached behind your neck to undo the top of your apron, “Turn around, let me help you. He’s not mad at you.”

“How do you know?”

“I know who he is,” She spoke simply, “Don’t take anything too personally with Mr. Cameron.”

“You can finish without me; I’m sorry, but thank you for today,” You said as you started to walk away. After you saw her nod, a sad smile on her face, you turned away and sped for the stairs. 

You approached Rafe’s bedroom moments later, hesitantly turning the knob, “Daddy?” You called, peeking inside. You called him again. He wasn’t in the main room but the shower was running in the bathroom, “Rafe?”

You jumped when he suddenly appeared in the bathroom doorframe, shirtless and his belt undone. This time, you notice his bruised hands and bloody knuckles. 

“I didn’t mean to make you upset, Daddy.”

“Get down on your knees,” He stared you down. When you tried to come closer, he said, “No, drop to your knees right there.”

You felt your knees brush against the bedroom rug, “Crawl to me.” 

If Rafe wanted you to feel even smaller, then his plan was successful. You did as he said, seeing no other option, and crawled towards him. You watched as he palmed himself over his briefs, and you could already feel him stretching you, pulling your hair, and leaving marks on your bottom. This wouldn’t last, you told yourself; he would be gentle with you another time. 

Your sage dress had ridden up your body, exposing your floral patterned white panties. 

“You’re gonna suck my cock and swallow all my cum. And then you’re gonna thank Daddy for letting you.”

You’d do exactly as your Daddy wanted, hoping he’d take your sore throat and tears as a sufficient apology. 

Once you were soundly asleep in his bed, Rafe slipped out. He had a huge, bloody problem waiting for him in the cabin of his boat. Luckily, JJ Maybank was still the degenerate he used to be, and no one except his Pogue girlfriend would come looking for him anytime, “Son of a bitch isn’t talking,” Barry grunted out, meeting Rafe at the beginning of the dock, “Knocked two of his bottom teeth out and he’s still not motivated.”

Rafe had done everything possible to limit any competition he might face in Kildare. All small-time dealers would be working for someone who worked for Rafe. This was meant to be Rafe’s island yet somehow, Maybank was getting supplies from the mainland and was stealing his customers. 

“We could take his girl.”

Rafe contemplated Barry’s question before shaking his head, “If she comes around trying to find him, we might have no choice. I’m sure that will motivate him.”

Rafe could see Barry’s eyes wandering to Kie. Part of him would love to see JJ squirm if they got their hands on her. You were the reason he didn’t think too long about that. Barry, on the other hand, Rafe would let him do whatever he wanted with Kie. In the end, Rafe wanted JJ to talk, to give up his sources, but he’d be just fine killing him. 

“I hope,” Barry crossed his arms, “Not exactly looking forward to dealing with the body.”

“We don’t have to deal with that shit anymore; I know who to pay to handle it,” Rafe said, “Speaking of, I think I-uh need some more security here. I want guards all around the perimeter. Because of the amount of merchandise and if we’re going to be taking captives, you know. I want this place to be a fortress.”

“Your merchandise, huh?” Barry flashed Rafe a knowing look, “You got any liquor in that big house?”

Rafe gestured his head toward the house, signaling to Barry to follow behind him. 

“If Kie doesn’t come for him and if he still has no information to offer us, we kill him. No more torture, no mess, one gunshot to the temple,” Rafe instructed, his mind racing with what their next moves should be. The more planning beforehand, the better, and the less likely it would come back to them, “That’ll send a message to the rest of the Pogues too. They work for me, or they work for no one.”

“And after you’ve cornered the market?”

“That’s just the start of everything else,” Rafe led Barry through the first floor, towards his office. Ward always used to keep his office stocked with liquor as it came in handy for important meanings. Rafe learned people will often let down their barriers and concede to more under the influence of alcohol. He opened the door for him, allowing him to enter. 

“Whoa,” Barry said, walking inside just as Rafe heard a soft gasp from a familiar voice. Eyebrows raised, Rafe entered behind him to find what had shocked him, “Is this the new Mrs. Cameron?”

With wide eyes, Rafe took you in. You were in the same clothes Rafe left you in, one of his white button-ups and your knee-high socks, “What are you doing down here?” You slowly stepped behind Rafe’s desk, and he could tell you were trying to hide yourself.

“I-I couldn’t find you.”

Rafe’s jaw jutted forward, his arms crossed, as he said, “You’re supposed to be sleeping.”

Your lips parted to say something, but Barry interrupted, “C’mon, man, it’s not even midnight! Introduce me to your girl. We can all have a drink,” He grabbed ahold of Rafe’s shoulder. You would think Barry had one the lottery based on the look in his eyes. By complete accident, Barry had stumbled on Rafe’s biggest treasure, “I’ll behave, I promise.”

“She doesn’t drink.”

 Rafe was frustrated, mostly because he should’ve been keeping closer track of you. He’d given you that necklace for a reason. A new idea crossed his mind, one he wasn’t expecting, and some of his anxiety eased. He was far from embarrassed of you, he’d chosen you for a reason, but part of Rafe wanted Barry to envy him at that moment. 

Rafe sighed, waving you closer to the two of them, “Bambi, this is Barry. Barry, this is Bambi,” Smoothly, Rafe grabbed ahold of your waist, pulling you into him. 

“Hi,” You said shyly, “It’s nice to meet you.” 

 When Barry held his hands out to you, your eyes darted towards Rafe as if to ask permission. Agreement crossed his face, and Rafe watched you shake his hand. Barry was fully taking you in, of course, but Rafe knew a handshake would be the extent of his closeness with you. 

“The pleasure is all mine, beautiful.”

“Chill out, dude. Sit down,” Rafe instructed Barry, pulling you along. 

Barry made himself comfortable on the leather couch and Rafe motioned you to sit across in one of the leather chairs. 

“How you liking Kildare?” 

“It’s really nice,” Rafe heard you respond as he poured two glasses of whiskey for him and Barry, “There’s so many big houses, and … it’s just really pretty.”

“You ain’t seen much then, have you?” Rafe handed Barry his glass, flashing a warning with his eyes, “All the girls where you’re from, they as pretty as you?”

“I . . . I don’t know,” You laughed nervously. 

Rafe placed a hand on your shoulder, and you looked up at him,  “Why don’t you go get Barry a slice of that chocolate cake you made?” 

Rafe assumed it would ease your nervousness if you could share what you made. “Okay, Daddy,” You smiled at both men, and both men watched you closely as you walked out of the room, “I’ll be right back.”

“Pretty and obedient,” Barry whistled, “I need to travel more.”

A/N: Thank you all so much for your support on the first two chapters BUT psa you will not be added to my taglist if you're not reblogging the fic and letting me know your thoughts! It is crazy to me that people will ask me to tag them in the next chapter when they have neither liked nor reblogged the fic. Constructive feedback is more encouraging than just commenting "PART 4" or "tag me in part 4" :)

PART 4

[romanoffsbish]

Method Acting

Scarlett Johansson x F!R

Request | When your friend gives you the leading role in her debut sapphic rom-com you find yourself elated, but then you see who her star-studded casting managed to be and suddenly you aren’t too sure what to do. How does one work with their crush in such intimate ways and not swoon further? | WC: 2,516

Smut: Masturbation (R) — Non-con 👀 (SJ) | Mommy (SJ) | Oral / Fingering (R) | Thigh-Riding (SJ) | Overstimulation (R)

18+ | Minors DNI

"Where'd all that confidence go, hm?" You gulped, not only to remain in character, but because Scarlett was literally hovering over your body and it was like the air around you'd thinned. Your head felt light, but you still managed to stutter out your line, "I-It was a r-ruse."

Bentley chuckled, "You know, I don't think I mind," then she lowered her smirking face into the crook of your neck, your breath dramatically hitched, and you threw your head back to give her the necessary space to leave behind her pale pink gloss for the camera to see.

——

This was meant to be acting, but she wasn't exactly not sucking a partial mark into your skin, fortunately it was hidden from any lens viewpoint, and it only really added to the scene as you moaned out affectedly.

"There you go Raina," she rasped against your cheek, smearing her collected spit and gloss on the skin. "I knew you'd be a perfect little dove for your mommy, you just needed me to help dumb you down, hm..."

You whimpered the title inquisitively, giving off the characters innocent girl aura as her lips clashed into yours, but deep in your soul you wanted to scream it.

Well, for the blonde starlet that is, Scarlett was nothing short of a goddess, her beauty perceivably effortless. It came with many perks, one of those being the ability to have people figuratively crumble before her. You had actually done so physically when you first shook her hand, it was embarrassing and she's teased you since.

When she wasn't teasing you though she was a natural nurturer. There was a calmness she brought to your anxious life that you were going to miss when filming inevitably comes to an end. Which was actually taking place this week, today you were working on the climax.

Bentley, her character, finally had a chance to corner Raina so that she could finally prove her love with the length of her fingers. Up until now your character had been avoiding Bentley as they were forced to see one another at the weekend long reception of a mutual.

Maritza, the director, screenwriter, and best friend of yours wanted the sex to feel real, so she is letting you two feel it out in a set of scenes. Scarlett appreciated the artistic creativity, because she wanted nothing more than to bring you to bliss, even if only fictionally as she knew the cameras were rolling. You genuinely liked the idea of an organic, sapphic scene too, but you just wished it could have been with any other actress.

Not the one you were recklessly falling in love with.

"Cut!" The director called after she felt there was enough tension, and kissing caught for the scene. She was also your very best friend, and knew you were likely spiraling beneath the surface; below Scarlett.

As soon as the director gave you the all clear for the night you took off without even sparing the blonde a glance. Months on this set with her and she'd teased you every step of the way, playing on your obvious crush, the one you'd publicized just a year ago.

"Y/N, who's your celebrity crush?" It was an easy question to answer, and since you were such a newcomer in the acting world it felt harmless to give them one, "Scarlett Johansson, she is just so gorgeous, and that voice of hers is just, ugh, don't even get me started." Or so you thought. Because not even three months later did you find out she'd be playing the love interest in this low-budget, cheesy sapphic rom-com.

The blonde was absolutely ecstatic when she got the script in her email because it came with your name attached. This was your closest friend's script, so you were given the lead without any issues, except for the casting. Without you ever knowing she took a shot in the dark by sending it to the woman who'd grown interested in you the moment she saw you in that interview. When you got the casting news you were mortified, and the blonde used that to her advantage.

There was no denying you meant it when she arrived on set for the chemistry read through, you were a bit of a stuttering mess—true to the character, but it was clear to the blonde that you were just being yourself. Scarlett played the part a bit too well, but she still kept it hidden that she desired you too. Until tonight she'd believed it was never going to go anywhere, but then you moaned in her ear and she realized it had to.

You weren't the only one affected by the small scene.

Scarlett was outside your trailer, her fingers flexed against the chill of the air as she prepared herself to knock on your door. It was Thursday night, normally she would go home, but she knew you were staying on the lot to cut costs so she felt compelled to stop by.

Without an answer she took it upon herself to open the door, noting her worry as the excuse for why she did. When she entered the trailer she was overwhelmed by a heady scent, and as she turned the corner to find you with your hand buried between your legs she'd found the delightful source. Scarlett said nothing as her body leaned against the wall, eyes focused in on the way your puffy lips devoured three of your fingers whole.

"Scarlett..."

The blonde's eyes snapped up to your face, fearing that she'd been caught, but it proved to be the other way around as you moaned her name upon releasing.

"My character's name is Bentley," she cooly teased, startling you into yelping and scrambling to grab the blanket that had bunched up by the end of your bed. Scarlett beat you to it, taking a predatory leap forward so that she could keep you from hiding your body. "None of that baby girl, don't hide from me now."

"S-Scar," you breathlessly muttered her name, or better yet part of it as she cupped your jaw and kissed you into a state of stunned silence. "Let's practice our scene for tomorrow darling, make it extra authentic."

"I-I don't think—." Scarlett slipped her thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your teeth to still you. "Oh, pretty girls like you should never try to think."

When she released her grip on your mouth she'd forcefully pushed you back onto the mattress, making your body bounce and driving your mind into madness all while she slipped out of her sweatsuit. The arousal you'd already felt doubled in intensity, mind alit with the endless possibilities for how this could go. Your mouth slowly filled with saliva as she sauntered closer to you while only dressed in her expensive lingerie set.

"You're so beautiful," you softly acknowledged and she offered you a genuine smile in return. Her lips gently pressed to yours as soon as she climbed over you and you both melted at the touch. "Thank you angel."

Scarlett took her time with kissing you, she didn't even move to deepen it until she felt your slick on her skin.

"I'm going to devour you Raina," she winked playfully and you met her tease with a smile that warmed her heart. "Make my dreams come true then Bentley."

Something about hearing her characters name didn't sit well with her, even if she had started the play on words, joking shoved aside she needed you to know this was more than a over the top scene preparation.

Scarlett pulled your body down the mattress by your ankles, throwing your legs open she took in a big whiff as her nose nuzzled into your plush thigh. "It seems I'll be making both of ours come true," she laboredly breathed against your slick cunt, "Just as long as you know there's no copyright on Scarlett," she winked and husked as your eyes widened, "Scream it for me Y/N."

"Oh Scarlett," you cried as soon as her tongue firmed itself against your folds, a long, drawn out moan left her as she tasted your glorious slick for the first time. The both of you were immensely pleased, your body began to squirm the more you felt your orgasm build. Her arm had to lay against your abdomen to hold you down so that her tongue could lash at you unchecked.

Your pleasure was entirely under her control, and the thought alone had the both of you teetering over the edge, ready to fall further into one another. Scarlett was unsure how that was even possible though, she'd loved you after a month into the filming, on a night when cast and crew rented out the local bar and she actually went regardless of her star power status. It was the only time you'd talked to her so openly, the booze in your system dropped your nerves and you let her hear all of your hometown childhood stories.

There was a twinkle of purity in your eye that she found refreshing that night, but this new glossy look you wore was far more enticing to the blonde starlet.

You looked almost peaceful, but beneath the surface you were absolutely losing your mind. Her masterful tongue was showing your fingers up in real time, your hot slick flowing out of you as if you were a leaking faucet, slowly dripping down from her chin and settling atop of the exposed skin of her bare breasts.

Which only made her move with more efficiency, her tongue slowly curled inside of you, caressing your g-spot as the tip of her nose pressed into your clit and you lost control of your every sense. Gasping for air as pleasure coursed through your trembling form, blurry white stars filled your vision as your eyes crossed and the taste of something metallic coated your tongue as you harshly bit down on your lower lip before you were screaming incoherently, her name sinfully intermixed.

You felt her smirk against your thigh and couldn't help but to smile yourself as you felt her kiss up your body with a softness that transcended all prior carnality. There was this break in the tension as she tenderly locked her lips to yours, tongues dancing around the other as her hands anchored to your chest, fondling the malleable skin as if it was second nature. Soft whines reverberated into her mouth the longer that she played with your sensitive breasts as she kissed you dumb.

Eventually the blonde felt this intense urge to satiate her own body, so she pulled back and you whimpered. "Fuck, you're so hot Y/N," she groaned as she stared at you, so beautifully spaced out, the thin line of spit tethering your lips together snapped as she grinned.

"You know, you're my celebrity crush too," she teased, finding amusement in the way you tried to shimmy away from her, but her hands firmly pressed down, keeping your body stilled by her grip on your breasts.

"Don't try and run now darling," she purred against your neck, her face having dipped down so that she could finish the job she started during your shoot.

"Scar, th-the movie," you warned but she simply didn't care, the woman chuckled against your skin, "Oh love, you know as well as I do that make up can cover this, plus, this is really just us aiding the film, you know?"

Scarlett continued on bruising your soft skin with her teeth as you couldn't, nor did you really want to, find a reason to dissuade her from her current ministrations. Just as soon as she was satisfied with her hard work she flipped you onto your stomach without warning.

A low moan left the both of you as her cunt touched down, your body shivered as her slick smeared onto the back of your thigh, the idea that you'd turned her on that much hadn't even permeated your mind until now and with the physical evidence you felt powerful. Even if she was on top, you aided her by tensing your muscles to which she rewarded you with a hoarse moan and two fingers that slid between your slick lips.

The both of your bodies moved in steamy tandem, your front being pressed further into the mattress with every rough thrust of her fingers and hips. The room soon became a lewd symphony as your skin slapped together and the both of your slick seeped and spread, all working to drown out your soft, choked moans.

With her free hand no longer on your hip you were thrown further into the depths of pleasure as her palm roughly pressed down on your abdomen just as her fingers reached your depth, your body jerked but she just kept going down until she could play with your clit.

"Mommy," you screamed the desired honorific, it almost sounded like a plea for mercy, but the blonde had none to show you, she instead slid a third finger into your core causing you to spasm uncontrollably. Which in turn tensed your muscles up even further, and sent her into a state of immense bliss, her teeth instinctively sunk into your shoulder and drew blood.

Her body had arched back then dropped to the side of yours in a matter of seconds, her fingers stayed buried within your warmth, almost like a place of comfort. It took you far longer than her to regain your composure as this was actually your fifth orgasm of the evening. The other two having happened before she caught you.

Nevertheless, you were able to form a sentence as you felt her fingers vacate your pussy, "W-what was this?"

Scarlett had been shifting to a place of comfort when your disconcerting question was aired, you caught her completely off guard but upon settling her cheek down on your bare ass she hummed softly in thought. Then as she really thought about it, imagining a future where you'd part ways after filming ended, she frowned.

"You're mine," she tiredly growled against the sweaty skin of your ass, her teeth nibbled at the round flesh as she gave you her answer (demand). "Then, now, the point is you'll always be mine Y/N so get comfortable."

"I'm plenty comfortable," you murmured, words a bit muffled as your face burrowed into your silky pillow. Scarlett smiled to herself, her heart officially settled now that she knows you understood; you were hers, this sinful endeavor was her official sealing of a deal.

Her worn down body sidled up by your side, still her strong arm wrapped around your midsection so that she could pull you close enough for her to feel your body against hers. "Goodnight baby girl, I think we've done enough work to ensure the scene will be a hit..."

—

When tomorrow came, and the scene was shot you two found it only took one go as the sexual chemistry was palpable. Maritza had winked, and mouthed a 'your welcome' thinking that you'd just won the blonde over, but unbeknownst to her this was just an encore...

Or as the sapphics would simply call it, round two.

[kaijutegu]

Nakajima had her first outing with people today. One of the main reasons I asked for temperament was because I wanted an ambassador. I run the CHS's junior meetings and Kaiju was the face of them. I had a lot of hope that Nakajima could follow in her footsteps.

As it turns out? Absolute rock star. All of this interaction was completely voluntary. Kids sat down. She climbed into their laps only if she wanted to. And OH BOY did she want to. She was so interested in everything about the kids- she wanted to sniff and be petted and get attention.

At the end, she ended up falling asleep in one kid's lap.

She just... melted. And the kids were SO GOOD about her boundaries. Any time she walked away, everybody let her. She was able to go back to her carrier when she wanted to, and she never got agitated or overwhelmed- she was calm but inquisitive the entire time. I couldn't have asked for a better educational animal. Or a better friend.

[tinydefector]

TFP Shockwave with a pet human who he's come to be rather affectionate with absent mindedly and has become more interactive with them outside of experiments even. One day human goes missing / isn't in usual spot and Shockwave is trying to figure out wtf is going on but then a con makes a cruel joke (anyone of choosing I thought arachnid or starscream) that they fell out of their cage and got caught underfoot whoopsies . how does Shockwave react before the human comes out from their hiding spot where they were resting??? O_O

Out of Reach

Shockwave x human

Warning: none

Word count: 1k

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Shockwave grew increasingly troubled as his thorough search of the lab turned up no sign of his human companion. They were always precisely where he expected upon his arrival, yet this cycle they were nowhere to be found. A nagging unease arose within the Decepticon scientist, though he remained outwardly calm as he searched.

Shockwave diligently swept across the laboratory once more, searching for any trace or clue that could indicate the human's whereabouts or condition. This simply made no logical sense. They had never hidden from him, something must have happened. Had something interfered with the lab's systems without triggering alerts? No breaches were indicated. Shockwave did not appreciate unexplained variables in his work.The sooner this small mystery was solved, the better.

Arachnid watches with a smirk on her lips as Shockwave walks through the halls checking different areas and in hopes that his little companion was just hiding. "Missing something Shockwave?" She inquires with a raised optic brow, not looking rather interested.

Shockwave paused in his meticulous vent searches to regard the inquisitive Arachnid. She took far too much pleasure in others' losses, however minor.

"My human subject is absent from their Enclosure without explanation," he stated flatly. No sense indulging her obvious gloating. "Their whereabouts remain unknown." Her smirk only widened. "And you thought you had everything so neatly ordered. Surprises happen, even to our beloved scientist." Her tone held thinly veiled mockery. "Perhaps a fleshling has more spirit than you gave it credit for."

Shockwave disregarded her taunting for now. "If you possess any data that could aid my investigation, speak. Else your presence here serves no purpose." His patience for games was nonexistent. She lets out a huff as she turns away. "Last I saw them Starscream was rambling about discarding the little pest, I would much rather have added them to my collection, but no use once they are squished" she replies amusement flicking in her optics. It makes Shockwave's spark go cold at the thought.

Starscream, interfering in his work yet again... but to harm the human? It made no sense. "Elaborate. What precisely did Starscream say?" Starscream's actions often lacked reason, but there had to be a thread of logic here. The thought of harm coming to his research subject was. displeasing.

His optic narrowed on Arachnid, another smile graced her lips. "If my memory serves correctly, starscream stepped on them when he was in your laboratory last, and decided it was easier to discard them before they made a mess with all their bloo " she teases. She was going to see just how far Shockwave was willing to go for the little flesh bag.

Something akin to anger flashed through Shockwave's circuits at Arachnid's vague 'memory' and obvious game. Starscream would pay dearly for damaging laboratory property and disrupting critical research. His optic burned into hers. "Show me. Now."

Starscream looks up from his data pad when the sound of Shockwave's shadow forms over him. Arachnid gives him a little wave before stalking off, leaving Shockwave with him. "What can I do for you, Shockwave, as you can see I am rather busy" he states, wings flickering in annoyance at being interrupted.

"You will explain the human's current status and your role in their disappearance, Starscream," he stated calmly. Too calmly, given the swirling calculations within his processor. "Arachnid insinuated you were involved with deactivating them."

Starscream shifted uneasily under that baleful optical lens. “How dare you accuse me!” he snarls as his optics glare at the scientist. Shockwave cut him off. "The human. Where is it? I will have answers, one way or another. Do not test me further, Starscream."

"You babbling Moron I haven't been anywhere near your Lab nor near that disgusting little creature you adore!I'm Sure Arachnid would just love to add them to her collection of prizes and is using this time to hunt them" Starscream snarls out wings flickering even more as Shockwave threatens him.

The moment those words leave Starscream, Shockwave turned on a heel strut and departed, optic aglow with sheer anger. When Shockwave stalks back into his laboratory Arachnid isn't paying attention as she looks through the vents eager to try and find the human before Shockwave's return.A faint whirring was Shockwave's only warning before his blaster cannon trained directly on Arachnid's backstrut. "Cease your prowling immediately, My companion is off limits as is instructed by Lord Megatron" he commanded, weapon charged and ready.

She froze at the sound of his calm yet irrefutable voice. “Such a shame, yet you still have found your precious little pet, perhaps they have finally abandoned you” she sneers back at him. His optic narrowed to a slit. He took a measured step forward. "The human. Where have you hidden or disposed of them, Arachnid?" A hiss escaped her in mingled frustration and wary respect. Lying to Shockwave was never wise. Slowly, delicately, she extracted herself away from the vent. "I have no idea."

Movement catches Shockwave optics from over on his bench, it makes both Decepticons helms snap to the moment. "What time is it?" the little human asked while rubbing their eyes as they pulled the large cloth around their body. walking out of the unoccupied crate that originally held Shockwave's energon cube rations. Arachnid snarls as she pushes Shockwave off before stalking out of the lab. "What was that about?" They mumble tiredly.

Shockwave's cannon whirred down as he took in the dishevelled yet apparently unharmed human, "It is roughly mid-cycle," he replied calmly, his servo moving across their frame taking in their appearance making sure they are not injured. all traces of anger leave his processes.

"You appear undamaged. How did you get to be within the energon container? Arachnid led me to believe you'd been.harmed." he questioned, Relief pulsed through his lines, though he showed no outward emotion.

"I fell asleep in there last night while you were working, sorry I didn't mean to cause any issues" they state as he lifts them up. Shockwave processed this new information and he cursed himself for not checking the crate. "You have nothing for which to apologise for " he replied calmly, holding the human against his chassis. “I ask that you alert me as to your wear about before recharge for your own safety” he states before setting down with them in his servos.

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Hi! Could I be ✨Anon? (Im not sure whats been taken already) I've been on a big Batfam kick these past few days and have a v indulgent request if it interests you.

Could I request something for a (gn) civilian reader who is friends w/ the Batfam, but recently got superpowers that are magical girl-esque? Neither of the parties knowing of the others Alter Egos. Here are some of my thought, but write the post however you'd like.

Reader was accidentally caught up in some commotion that involved stealing specialty cargo. One of them being an alien artifact, and reader uses it in desperation to save themselves. But now they have these sparkely, pretty, and showy powers that they never asked for. (And maybe a magical animal companion that insist they bring light and justice to Gotham)

Reader is reluctant to be a vigilante, but keeps finding themselves in situations to help people anyways.(Maybe its a side effect of being a magical girl) They end up fighting alongside the Batfam at some point, but they feel embarrassed to interact w/ them. Reader feels completely out of place with their colorful and over-the-top powers when next to the cool and brooding batfam.

Sorry if this idea is a bit out there, but ty for letting me be indulgent in your ask box 💕!!

NO CAUSE I FEEL THIS DYNAMIC SO MUCH.

I either have the friendliest vibe or the bitchiest vibe and no in between. Meaning that people either come to me for everything or think I’m a snob/will bite-

and sure non! i don’t really keep track of my anons nowadays so people can be whatever as long as it’s not listed in my pinned

BAT X MAGIC ✨

IN ANY CASE

I’m gonna mix Sailor Moon, Miraculous Ladybug and Onimai for my inspo with this ask if you don’t mind

Magical Girl/Boy/Person! Reader is really close friends with Tim and Damian. If there was one thing all three could agree on it’s that they loved superheroes in manga/comics.

And Reader? Boy did they adore the Batfam. There was just something about their dark, brooding aesthetic that they couldn’t get enough of.

So it was a tad bit ironic that they stumbled upon the most “girly”and “bright” power ever known to Gotham.

It didn’t help that your abilities had to be activated with cutely yelling things like “Sparkle Blast!” or “Smile Hurricane!”

I like to headcannon that you have a familiar or Kwami like creature that in exchange of keeping your identity magically hidden, absolutely bullies you by making the one above a requirement.

I headcannon that Damian has the PHATTEST crush on you. Like even moreso than the stalker, otaku Tim. Like he is just head over heels. You’re strong, you’re capable, you’re adorable?? But that mostly extends to just your magic persona rather than your real self. He’s super obvious about it to anyone but you too (similar to the og miraculous ladybug w/ felix instead of chat).

Tim is more interested on who tf you were. Like yes!!! Magical Person Hero!!! You were basically his childhood crushes incarnate!! But his inquisitive mind really needed to know who you were in order to calm himself down.

Jason is honestly a bit overwhelmed by your whole getup, but grows to love you the most in terms of how kind you are and how you help them even in the most dire of situations (not knowing that you were basically forced to)

He’s very much Tuxedo Mask type wherein he’d be very annoying to you when the disguises are off but an absolute Casanova with em on.

You and Dick are the most close when it comes to patrols and fighting. I feel like you, being the big fan you were, would make him look even more flashy and handsome during battle with sparkles and whatnot. I have a feeling he’d be the first to ask you out or fully romance you, as well as be the first to befriend you/contact you as a vigilante.

Bruce is definitely perplexed by how you always evade him in terms of your secret identity. It frustrates him to no end that whenever he gets close to finding out something either gets in his way or his mind just goes blank.

Once you explain how your magical persona works tho he’s pretty quick on the bandwagon, especially since he sees that his boys love you.

Also cause you look way too adorable to really be heinous.

…Right?

Once you break one of your familiar’s rules though, they do share your identity with the bats and well…

All hell breaks loose.

[moonstruckme]

so i read somewhere that sometimes a better response to someone struggling with depression is warmth, rather than positivity and i was thinking if you’d be interested in writing a bau!reader x spencer pre-relationship or established relationship whichever u prefer!! where he comforts a depressed reader having a rougher couple of days & is very gentle and understanding and warm towards her 💘

Thank you for requesting lovely <3

cw: depression

Spencer Reid x bau!reader ♡ 638 words

You’ve been completely useless through this whole case. You’d sat with the team during various briefings, gone along to view crime scenes and question witnesses, but your brain just wasn’t working hard enough to put anything together. Lately, the effort of cranking the gears is too much. 

You’re considering leaving the rest of your paperwork for another day. You want to not be here so badly. You want your bed. You want to stop being a burden to the team that’s been carrying your dead weight for the past couple of days (and giving you increasingly inquisitive looks throughout that time), and to go home and sleep the weekend away. 

It’s a testament to your fatigue that you smell the coffee before you hear Spencer approaching. Morgan would hand you your ass if he knew. 

“Thanks,” you say, making an effort to smile at Spencer as he sets the plain ceramic mug on your desk. The coffee inside is barely brown, letting you know that he’s already loaded it down with cream and sugar the way you like. 

“Seems like you might have a long night.” He leans back against your desk and braces his hands on either side of his hips, nodding towards your paperwork. 

You shrug. “I don’t know, I’m thinking of leaving it for Monday. Strauss doesn’t need my report that badly.” 

Spencer nods again. “Are you doing okay?” 

“Yeah.” You blow gently on your coffee, wishing the aroma brought you the same sense of contentment it usually does. “Why?” 

“You never let your paperwork sit overnight,” he says. “And you’re not eating as much, having trouble concentrating, looking tired all the time…” Spencer pauses, meeting your eyes. It’s an effort not to drop your gaze. He sounds like he’s been adding things up for a while. “Do you need anything?” 

You smile again. It feels better this time, more genuine. “I’m just having a tough couple of days,” you tell him. “It happens to me sometimes, it’ll pass. But thank you.” 

Spencer’s face smooths out and pinches all at once. For a profiler, he’s shockingly horrible at controlling his expressions. Or maybe he just doesn’t feel the need to around your team. You read him plain as text: relief at having an identified problem, distress at the lack of an easy solution. 

You know he means well, but you can’t stick around to bear the weight of any more disappointment.

“I think I’m going to head out,” you do your best to sound calm, reassuring, as you gather your bag from beneath your desk. “See you Monday, Spence.” 

“Wait.” You pause, but then Spencer’s falling into step beside you, grabbing his bag to follow you to the exit. “Do you want to come over?” 

You look at him, surprised. “To your place?” 

He nods. “Yeah, there’s a marathon of the Jurassic Park movies on tonight. We could watch them and order pizza, or whatever you want.” 

A little laugh startles out of you. The sensation feels odd and atavistic, like a bubble popping in your chest. “You like Jurassic Park?” 

“I like talking about how unfeasible it is,” Spencer says, pressing the button on the elevator. “Did you know velociraptors were about the size of a large bird?” 

“...I did not.” 

“Probably because you watched Jurassic Park.” He smiles, and you can’t help but copy him. “Really, I’m not attached to the idea of watching them. We can do whatever you want.” 

The inside of your lip finds its way between your teeth, but Spencer glances down and you release it. “I’m not sure I can pass up the opportunity to witness that much berating,” you say. “How many are there?” 

“Six, not including two short films or the animated series.” 

“Will you hold it against me if I fall asleep?” 

“Not at all.”

[vigilskeep]

now that you finished inquisition, what did you think of it? like favorite things, least favorite, etc?

oh man okay

things i love about dragon age inquisition:

capturing the specific feeling of bonding with a group of people you have absolutely nothing in common with because u all had to go through something long and specific together

the maps can be so pretty and in places really calming and lovely to spend time in. it does make me want to explore and i have no explorer’s instinct

i love the war table and judgements i think those are really fun features

i like that approval for many major decisions applies to everyone regardless of who you bring to specific events/quests. it feels a lot less like you have to manage that really hard, as you sometimes do in the other games and also really noticeably to me in something like baldur’s gate 3. it’s irritating when i have to plan ahead and can’t take who i want to hear from

i like how attached you can get to little npcs who wander around

i loveeeee fighting dragons and how beautiful they all are

little puzzles <3

the collectibles are also mostly fine by me i am a magpie by nature. as long as i can find them, obviously, bc if i can’t they suck and this whole game sucks

the templar specialisation is fun and i enjoyed that part of combat a lot. wrath of heaven/spell purge combo is a power trip

i thought my character was pretty :) i defeated u in the end dai character creator. may you be as merciful when we meet in battle once more

i’m not a huge crafter but being able to tint things is rlly nice

blackwall’s romance is good

vivienne is there

they let me briefly tame a dragon at the end there

things i don’t love about dragon age inquisition:

some genuine cruelty in writing the dalish in a way that feels shockingly callous to the real world cultures the writers took inspiration from

never giving the dalish or the rebel mages any kind of voice of their own and making the player do all that work if they care, which i also feel limits my roleplaying creativity

refusing to let you challenge any of the often overwhelmingly conservative views expressed by other characters without receiving only derision and disapproval. inquisition is a game that punishes you at every turn for having your own opinions, in a way that could be interesting if it was willing to truly let you develop complex or antagonistic relationships with those characters, but ends up mostly just feeling mocking when nobody ever even tries to see your side, while simply agreeing with these people always rewards you with content. origins was capable of letting you engage in discussion, and da2 let you form rivalries that mattered; inquisition, despite starring some of the most intentionally controversial characters, does neither

the game engineering conflicts against groups like the freemen of the dales or the avvar that mean nothing to the player and range from vaguely to seriously upsetting in their assumptions about who it’s normal to just start killing en masse. it’s both boring and distressing

odd, for lack of a better word “casting choices”, like having the fantasy impoverished racial minority all be white within the party while the wealthiest and most privileged are characters of colour, or for a more in-world example having the elves express the most distaste towards elves and the mages express the most caution about mages. i don’t know that i quite have the vocabulary to fully discuss why these weird me out, but it all feels... disingenuous? and chosen to forestall criticism based on real world comparisons in a game series that i wish had the nerve to openly confront what it’s talking about if it’s going to try to make any of its conflicts feel relevant

most of the companions, and indeed most of the quests and time spent playing the game, feel disconnected from the main plot. it’s hard to feel any pressure when the game tells you we need to deal with the main plot “right now!” and “get there before corypheus!” when the bulk of the game is doing other things while you’re supposed to be doing that. the majority of companions could be cut without changing anything. and when you finally want to deal with the main plot you just click to start it. it’s not engaging

the game fails to fully expand dialogue for the player character options it provided, particularly notable with its confusing chantry focus when you’ve said for the dozenth time you’re not andrastian

the 2-handed weapon whirlwind ability sound effect is an exercise in creating the worst and most grating sound effect for someone to constantly hear

they didn’t let me romance vivienne

they killed my dragon :(

[surielstea]

Hounded by Love

Eris Week, day 4: Hounds

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader, initially scared of dogs, meets Eris’s hounds for the first time and falls in love with the animals. Much to the High Lords dismay.

Warnings: N/A, All fluffy goodness

1.6k words.

"There is nothing to be afraid of, unless you're a threat to me, they most likely won't even look at you," Eris said as we walked down the corridor toward the kennels.

I gnaw at my bottom lip anxiously, after a rather traumatic experience with large dogs when I was younger it left me afraid to meet the dozen smokehounds Eris doted on like his own children. I swallowed down my nervousness and simply nodded.

We reached the gate door to the kennels that Eris unlocked with a key while I shifted in place apprehensively. "Hey," Eris said softly before he opened the door and I looked at him with bunched brows.

"There's nothing to be worried about my love, they're not going to harm you. I promise." He reassured me, his warm gaze steadying my fluttering pulse.

"Okay." I nod with a gentle smile.

He then opened the kennel door and we entered. The twelve dogs rushed up to him excitedly and I winced, grabbing Eris' bicep and clinging to it.

I've fought and slaughtered men on battlefields— and yet these dogs scared the ever-living hell out of me. Eris whistled lowly and all twelve of the dogs heeled a good yard away from us. I blanched at their obedience and slowly, very slowly moved away from Eris.

All twelve of the dogs' gazes flicked to me, staring at me with curiosity. Some had their tongues lolling out, others with their head cocked up at me, but they all stared at me with such interest, tails wagging excitedly.

"Is this, normal?" I ask quietly To Eris as if I was any louder they'd all pounce.

Eris's brows crease inquisitively, mirroring the hounds' expression. "They can smell your fear, just try and be calm." His hand came over mine, my nerves ebbing as warmth spread throughout my body at that simple touch. "Everything's alright," He added and I leaned into him slightly. "Haco, come," He directed and the dog in the center pranced forward, his sleek gray body shimmering in the light. He was beautiful, his coat patterned in a gorgeous mix of spots and streaks, well groomed. Eris squats down and I do the same, kneeling as Eris guides me to greet the dog.

"This is Haco, he's the leader of the pack," Eris said. "He's the most well-behaved." My mate said and Haco seemed to beam at the title. I smile and tentatively reach my free hand out, my other one still clinging to Eris's.

"Hi Haco," I say softly as he sniffs at my palm, his tail wagging. "You're such a sweet dog," I smile softly, slowly realizing there was little to be afraid of.

Haco moves around me, doing a circle around both me and Eris before coming between us and sniffing at our interlinked hands. He licked our hands and I chuckled, petting the dog's coat.

Hi tail wags faster as if the hound was realizing what me and Eris were. The dog looks at Eris and jumps up, his paws landing on Eris's shoulder as he begins to lick at the male's face.

"No— Haco, down," Eris ordered and to my surprise, the hound obeyed, then looked to me with the same excitement in his eyes before doing another circle around us.

"He seems to know we're mates," I murmur in amazement.

"He usually attacks anyone who I dislike," Eris said as the dog nuzzled his snout into my hand, making me pet him. "I suppose he loves whoever I do, too," Eris shrugged and I flushed a soft pink color.

It nearly takes all day, but eventually, I was introduced to all twelve of the hounds, slowly becoming more and more comfortable with them. I even gave a few of them treats, spoiling them when Eris wasn't looking.

The dogs were on my heels wherever I went from then on, Haco especially, the dog seemed to have changed his loyalties from Eris to me. Though I suspected Eris had ordered the hound when I wasn't around to keep me safe no matter where I went, I don't think he expected that to mean the dog was now attached to my hip.

"Who's a good boy?" I say in a voice that makes Haco's ears perk, his eyes lighting with pure delight as I scratch behind his ears.

I was sitting on my bed, Haco curled up in my lap. I was originally checking his paws for thorns and brambles since he had gone out hunting this morning with Eris, but once I found he was clean I transitioned into spoiling the dog with sweet praises and belly scratches, much to his satisfaction.

Footsteps sounded down the hall and the dog's head whipped to the doorway before I even noticed them, his soft growl brought more comfort to my heart than fear.

Eris walked in, glancing over at me and then doubling back with an incredulous look.

"He's not allowed on the bed," Eris said sternly and Haco let out a soft whimper.

"Why not? He doesn't shed," I say with a frown, looking at Eris with my best puppy dog eyes, matching Haco.

My mate simply shook his head while toeing off his boots and hanging his jacket in the armoire. "It's not about his hair, he'll lose discipline if he sleeps in the same bed as us," Eris explained. "Besides, he has a bed in the kennels with the rest of his pack."

I pouted and snuggled the dog. Eris smiled at me softly. "As much as I love you and him getting along, he has to sleep with the rest of the hounds," He said. "You spoil him enough as it is," He points out and I grin deviously because he was right, I even tossed him a few pieces of my dinner tonight.

"I'm sorry, Haco," I say with a frown but he only stands, does a circle then hops off the bed. I smile at how well he listened.

Eris took him back to the kennels and then returned with a tired look in his eyes. I smiled up at him, he seemed surprised to see me still so pleased with him after he took my new best friend away.

"Long day, my love?" I ask and he grunts an affirming sound in reply, pulling his shirt off and climbing into bed beside me.

I lean back on the pillows and guide his head down onto my chest.

"Being High Lord sucks." He grumbled and I giggled at his bluntness.

"What happened to my eloquent, well-versed mate?" I ask with an amused hum.

"I'm far too exhausted to come up with a clever way to express my opinion on lordship." He explained and I chuckled, my hand coming up to his hair, running my fingers through it.

"I know, I'm sorry Eris," I say. We haven't had much alone time recently, ever since he was crowned last month he's been wildly busy with advisers and courtiers to have any spare time that wasn't spent sleeping. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. "It'll calm down soon, and then we'll have plenty of time together," I reassure.

He nodded and burrowed into my chest, craving the touch that he'd been away from for so long. I pulled my hand away from his hair and rested it on his muscle-corded back.

He lifts his head and looks at me with furrowed brows, his ears perking slightly. "What?" I tilt my head, an easy smile forming on my lips.

"Why'd you stop playing with my hair?" He narrowed his gaze on me and I smirked, a soft laugh bubbling out of me as my hand returned to his red locks. "Apologies my lord, I hadn't realized you were no better than one of your hounds." I muse and he grumbles curses beneath his breast, lying back down into the crook of my neck and nipping softly at the expanse of skin.

"Perhaps I should make you sleep in the kennels tonight for leaving me alone all day," I suggest and he bites particularly rough at my neck as I say that.

"You know I would've been with you every moment if I could have." He groused.

"I know, I know. Only teasing." I shake my head, twirling a strand of his hair around my finger. "I just miss you is all," I murmur into his hair. He tightened his hold on me at the sentiment, pulling me into him. "I swear to you once everything settles we'll get back lost time," He promised.

"But who knows when that will be?" I groaned weakly. "I just want to spend time with you."

"Well, I don't think you want to join in on my meetings," He suggests.

"Can I sit on your lap?" I raise a brow. He chuckles into my skin, the sound flooding my body with contentment.

"You can do whatever you damned want, you're the High Lady," He expressed with a maniacal smile. "Though I highly doubt I'll be able to focus on anything said with you in my arms," He quickly added.

"Okay, okay. I'll be patient." I giggled. "For now."

"Tell me if you want to join and it'll be done." He said in a voice that I'm sure would make anyone believe him.

I simply nodded then shifted our position so I was laying comfortably on my pillow, my hand still in his hair as he cradled me in his arms, our legs tangled beneath the sheets. "Goodnight, my love." He murmured, leaning closer and pressing a chaste kiss to my forehead.

"Goodnight, 'Ris," I reply, already half asleep. He chuckled and pulled back, laying down beside me and waiting for me to fall asleep— which didn't take long, before he allowed himself into a slumber that's been beckoning at the back of his mind since he awoke this morning.

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[starleska]

Can we have your Wally headcanons please!!

of course!! 🥰💖 now, we're at such an early stage with Welcome Home that these headcanons may prove to be wildly silly or OOC, but that's okay!! i hope they make you smile regardless 💖 feel free to run with these headcanons all you like!!

Wally Darling headcanons (with a touch of x Reader 😉)

⭐ Wally has a highly reduced sensitivity to pain. that relaxed, soothing voice isn't the only reason why Wally is so calm and collected - the fella wouldn't notice if you stabbed a fork through his hand! as a puppet in a soft, rainbow-filled world, this quirk rarely causes Wally problems. however, he has been known to stay out in the sun for far too long and not notice he's become terribly sunburned, or to inquisitively examine a fun new bug and be totally ignorant of stings, bites, or allergic reactions. luckily, Wally has a wonderful set of pals by his side who are always quick to help him out when he's in trouble! 💖 ⭐ Wally has a large soft toy collection. there's not a single character amongst the Welcome Home gang who is neurotypical, and Wally is no exception! our favourite puppet artist has an assortment of cuddly friends tucked away in different nooks inside his Home: stuffed animals, plush painting utensils, and of course, his special interest: apples! Wally's a sensory-seeking guy who enjoys tapping and rubbing particular textures, and each of his soft friends caters to his favourite fabrics and sounds. many of these toys are gifts from his wonderful neighbourhood pals, and he's generous enough to let his friends cuddle any of his plushies - especially when they're not having a great day. feeling down? Wally will come to the rescue, ready with a plethora of silly jokes and an armful of squashy friends! 🧸 ⭐ Wally's favourite artistic subject is You. we all know that Wally is the resident artist of the neighbourhood, even amongst all of his craft-inclined pals. he's drawn, painted, sculpted, modelled and created every kind of item you could think of: flowers, animals, fruit, furniture, imaginary friends and more. yet the first time Wally meets you, he is immediately fascinated with your distinctive look: your style, your face, your eyes. he apologies for staring, and tells you that with your permission, he would love to paint you - you are simply made for the canvas. although at first you're flustered by the process (Wally's eyes are so dark and intense), you soon find yourself relaxing under his gaze, becoming comfortable with him and his gentle wisecracks. nothing compares to the sheer delight you felt when he gifted you his final portrait: a beautiful, flattering, colour-drenched rendition of you. you return home that night with your heart all a-flutter, thinking: if Wally painted you so prettily, how must he feel towards you? 😳 hope this is what you were looking for, anon!! these are really fun to do - feel free to send in asks, headcanons or ideas, i'd love to write some more for Wally 🥰💖

[squiddy-god]

"Antique hearts"

Zhongli x reader

Sweet, cute, and domestic fluff with the former geo archon turned charming man. More re-uploads. As usual no beta no prof

♥︎REQUEST ARE OPEN♥︎ don't be shy, send request for any of the fandoms on my fandom list, you can even recommend shows/games if they aren't there. Or even if you just want to chat! Anon is also always open!

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Hesitance was etched along his defined features when you suggested a trip to mondstat, nothing too long, simply a day away from the familiar mountains of liyue. "Are you sure my dear? " He inquired, you nodded smile painted on your face, "it'll just be for a day I promise, there's a place I'd love to take you" 

How could he say no when you gave him such a hopeful expression. He let out a deep sigh, amber eyes closing gently. It was no secret that zhongli was not a fan of mondstat taverns, the oddities that they often served- it simply wasn't his cup of tea. Thankfully you had no intention of taking him somewhere like the cat tail or angel's share, no no, you were planning to take him somewhere you were certain he'd love. "Alright, I suppose a day's visit to the city of wind wouldn't hurt" He agreed, still slightly sceptical. 

Holding his gloved hand in yours you lead the tall man through the stone streets of mondstat. Although the geo Lord stuck out quite a bit in his liyue attire, people still smiled nonetheless. "Dear, where exactly are you taking me? " His inquisitive gaze was locked upon you, the rich hues of his eyes holding a silent plea that it wasn't a tavern. "Well we're almost there! You'll see soon" 

You were indeed right, you soon came to a quaint cafe, a hole in the wall that was almost never packed. 

He took in the sight, a charming sign hung up above and the small chalkboard with a drawn cake and teacup, it gave a calm atmosphere he rather appreciated in a city such as the bustling mondstat. "Wait until you see the inside" You chirped, interlocking your fingers and leading the way. 

The interior was plastered with a warm yellow wallpaper, murals of cities and gardens painted on the walls. It was as if  each wall was a new place, straight from a story book's pages. But truly what caught. His eyes were the antiques. The front room was adorned in cute white shelves stacked with anything from porcelain birds to beautiful oak jewelry boxes. Elegant carvings in the dark wood drew his eyes to inspect them, a shimmer of curiosity lighting his dazzling face. 

You smiled seeing him so happy, the gentle smile he now dawned warmed your heart and you chuckled. The lady at the front desk created you with a warm smile before leading you to a table in the further back of the cafey. Zhongli admired the walls, beautiful flower bushes and charming window shutters tying together in a landscape unfamiliar yet beautiful. 

"This place is quite charming, hmm, even the cloth on the table holds much character, perhaps this place holds interesting stories" He mused holding his chin. He was delighted to learn they had a vast selection of tea, some blends even from liyue harbor, how curious that such a small cafe had such selection. 

His gloved thumb traced the smooth porcelain cup, swirls of gold lining the rim with pale yellow flowers painted on the smooth surface. 

"This is a common shape for tea cups, the design is wider and lends itself to the maximization of surface area" He began, eyes shifting subtlety from the hot liquid to your eyes. You happily listened as he went on, gently placing the cup down on the matching saucer as you intertwined your fingers atop the table. His voice was soothing and calm, the slight rasp lending itself well to his deep vocals. "The reason for this is to focus on the texture and feel of the tea, specifically teas with rich and velvet textures. Hence it is often used to serve black teas such as Sichuan Imperial Gongfu" He finished, a warm smile on his face as he sipped his tea. 

He always loved when you listened to him, he adored how appreciated you made him feel. That twinkle of attentiveness in your eyes as he spoke, yes, he'd make sure to return that love ten fold.

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[badger-tales]

Everywhere and Nowhere//F.W x Reader (1)

a/n: So uhhhh, i went a bit crazy with this fanfiction (Sorry) and the entire fanfiction ended up being 25k words (YIKES) so i'm going to post it in 5 parts i hope you understand. also this isnt really like a whole fic its kind just a bunch of diffrent scenes throughout her time at hogwarts.

word count: 7.1k

request: Hiiii! :) I was wondering if you could do a oneshot about a fred weasley x reader idea I've had for forever where the reader was a hat stall for a really long time. To the point she had to be put aside to be sorted later. Plot twist, she never gets sorted. I always wondered what would happen if the sorting hat couldn't decide what house to put someone in. I imagine she would have a room in the faculty tower or something, and because she doesn't have a house but she is a student, she would be able to figure out how to get into every common room. I'm really tired right now, so sorry if this sounds really bad, I promise it sounds better when I'm coherent. You don't have to do this if you don't want to, though 🫶

Thanks sm!!!

The Sorting Hat’s Dilemma:

The Great Hall buzzed with life—waves of excitement and nervous energy bouncing off the walls as students leaned forward in their seats, eager to see where their classmates would be placed. The enchanted ceiling mirrored the evening sky, but Y/N barely noticed the twinkling stars overhead. Her stomach churned with anticipation as the Sorting Ceremony unfolded. Names were called out, one by one, and the Sorting Hat seemed to make its decisions almost instantaneously—Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin. Each declaration was followed by cheers and applause as new students were welcomed into their houses, their faces lighting up with relief and pride.

But as Y/N watched, her own heart pounded harder, her palms growing clammy with each passing moment. Her name had yet to be called, and the knot in her stomach only tightened with every student who found their place.

Then it happened.

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

The sound of her name rang out, reverberating through the Great Hall like a spell, and for a split second, the room seemed to fall away. Her legs felt heavy as lead, but she forced herself to move, her feet carrying her toward the front. The stool loomed in front of her, and she could feel hundreds of eyes following her every step. Her heart was beating so loudly in her chest she wondered if everyone could hear it.

She lowered herself onto the stool, the old wood creaking beneath her as the Sorting Hat was gently placed on her head. Her hands rested awkwardly in her lap, trembling ever so slightly, though she tried to still them. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she stared straight ahead, willing herself to stay calm.

And then… silence.

Long, stretching silence.

Her throat felt dry, and she swallowed hard as the Hat finally spoke, its voice curling around her mind like an inquisitive whisper. 

“Hmm… curious,” it mused, its tone slow and deliberate. “Courage… yes, I see that. But there’s more... a deep thirst for knowledge, an eagerness to learn. Loyalty too, quite strong. But... oh, ambition. That’s interesting. Yes, you have ambition.”

Y/N could feel her pulse racing in her ears. It felt as if the whole hall had faded into the background, the sound of shuffling feet and hushed whispers blurring into white noise. She sat there, trapped in this strange limbo as the Hat pondered her fate. It was agonizing, this waiting. Everyone else had their answers so quickly, but for her—time dragged on painfully slow, each second stretching like an eternity. 

She could feel the weight of the stares now, the way the other students leaned in, watching her. Why was this taking so long? Her chest tightened as her mind spun in a whirlwind of anxiety. Was something wrong with her? Was she not enough for any house?

"I see all the traits... all of them strong," the Hat continued, its voice a strange mixture of fascination and hesitation. "But no single one dominates. You belong everywhere... and nowhere."

Her breath hitched. *Nowhere?* The word echoed in her mind, leaving a hollow feeling in its wake. She could feel heat creeping up her neck, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. The whispers around the hall grew louder, more questioning, more curious, and Y/N felt her chest tighten, her vision blurring slightly as she blinked back the sting of unshed tears. 

How was this happening? She had dreamed of this moment, of finding her place, but now she felt more lost than ever.

Professor McGonagall’s firm yet gentle touch on her shoulder pulled her out of her spiraling thoughts. "You may step aside for now," the professor said, her voice carefully composed, though Y/N could sense the uncertainty hidden beneath. 

Y/N nodded numbly, sliding off the stool on shaky legs. She kept her gaze down, avoiding the sea of curious faces as she made her way to the side, her feet feeling heavier with every step. A strange emptiness bloomed in her chest—an aching void where certainty should have been. Everyone else had a home now, a place where they fit. But her? She felt like an outlier, hovering on the edge of something she couldn’t define.

As she stood there, away from the students celebrating their placements, a deep uncertainty settled into her bones. Where did she belong? Would she ever find her place at Hogwarts? The applause and laughter of the hall felt distant, muffled, like she was watching from behind a foggy window. She wanted to disappear, to slip away before anyone could ask her the question she dreaded most:

"What house are you in?"

But she didn’t have an answer. Not yet.

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First Night in the Faculty Tower

Instead of the warm, bustling common room Y/N had pictured in her head, filled with laughter and the chatter of new friends, she found herself being led through winding corridors to a much quieter part of the castle. Her footsteps echoed against the cold stone floors as she followed a professor up a spiraling staircase, away from the throngs of students still settling into their new houses. Her heart sank further with each step, dread creeping into her chest like a fog rolling in on a cold night.

Finally, they stopped in front of a plain wooden door in the faculty tower, the key clicking in the lock with a soft finality. Y/N stepped inside and took a hesitant glance around the small room—a bed tucked into the corner, a wooden desk that looked more functional than inviting, and a single window offering a narrow view of the grounds below. The room was practical, yes, but it was also hollow, missing the warmth she had imagined for her first night at Hogwarts.

The silence pressed down on her, thick and unyielding. There were no lively conversations echoing through the walls, no shuffling of feet as excited students unpacked and claimed their spaces in shared dormitories. There was only stillness—a sharp, aching kind of quiet that made the room feel even smaller. The absence of house banners on the walls only made it worse. She had thought she would be enveloped in the colors of her new house, surrounded by the symbols of a home she could belong to. But here, there was nothing.

The bed creaked softly as she sat down, the mattress firm and unfamiliar. She ran her hands over the cool fabric of the blanket, trying to ground herself in the moment, but all it did was remind her how far she felt from everything she had dreamed of. Hogwarts had always seemed like a place full of wonder and magic, where students forged lifelong friendships in cozy common rooms or whispered about their days before falling asleep. She had imagined laughing with housemates, sharing stories in the flickering firelight, bonding over the excitement of this new chapter.

Instead, she was here—alone, in a room that felt more like a waiting area than a home.

Y/N lay back on the bed, her eyes drifting to the ceiling, which was nothing more than plain stone. She tried to close her eyes, to lose herself in the sounds of the castle, but even that was a cruel reminder. Faint echoes of life drifted up from the halls below—distant laughter, the muffled chatter of students who were likely already bonding, swapping stories about their Sorting or talking about classes they were excited to start. It felt like another world, one she wasn’t part of. She could picture them, groups of new friends gathering in their respective common rooms, their faces lit with excitement and nervous anticipation. They were beginning their Hogwarts journey together, while she remained on the outside looking in.

A tight knot formed in her chest, and she curled up on her side, pulling the blanket over herself as if it could somehow shield her from the loneliness that seemed to press in on all sides. It didn’t help. The emptiness lingered, a hollow ache that made her want to sink deeper into the mattress and disappear.

She stared at the wall, her thoughts spinning in quiet desperation. Was this how her entire year would go? Trapped in a limbo between houses, neither here nor there? Somewhere down below, students were finding their people, forging the connections she so desperately longed for, while she lay alone in this temporary room, wondering when—*if*—she would ever find her place.

The moonlight filtered weakly through the small window, casting faint shadows on the floor, and Y/N felt an overwhelming sense of isolation settle over her. She had waited for this moment for so long, had dreamed of it, and now it felt like a cruel twist of fate. Instead of the thrill of a new adventure, she felt adrift, like a ship lost at sea, with no land in sight.

And in that vast, quiet room, the most painful realization of all hit her.

She was alone.

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Navigating Hogwarts

The first few weeks at Hogwarts passed in a blur of overwhelming sights and sounds, but for Y/N, it felt like she was caught in a strange, invisible bubble, separated from the vibrant life around her. Each morning, she made her way to the Great Hall, where the long house tables were filled with laughter, chatter, and clinking silverware as friends swapped stories and gossip from their new Hogwarts experiences. For everyone else, the school was bursting with possibility—a grand adventure waiting to unfold. But for Y/N, there was only a quiet sense of disconnection.

Without a house to call her own, she found herself in an awkward limbo. There was no designated seat for her at the Great Hall, no table that she belonged to, so she floated from one spot to another, often settling at the far end of whichever table had the most space. It was as if she were a ghost among the students, present but not truly seen. She ate her meals in near silence, the low hum of conversations all around her making the quietness of her own experience even louder.

No one actively avoided her, but no one truly reached out either. There was an unspoken curiosity that lingered in the air whenever she entered a room—an unsorted student was a rare oddity, a puzzle that most didn’t know how to solve. Some would give her sidelong glances, as though they wanted to ask her questions but couldn’t find the words, while others simply pretended she wasn’t there, their attention focused on the friends and connections they were quickly making. Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of being an outsider looking in, watching the world unfold around her but never really becoming a part of it.

Classes were no easier. While other first years formed tight-knit groups with their housemates, learning the ropes of Hogwarts life together, Y/N was on her own. The castle’s vast corridors were a maze of moving staircases, hidden doors, and twisting passageways, and without housemates to guide her, she often found herself wandering in circles, trying to decipher the confusing layout of the school. Every hallway looked the same after a while—grand and beautiful, but also cold and unwelcoming. 

Her isolation extended beyond just the physical spaces. When the rest of the students returned to their common rooms after classes, retreating to the warmth and safety of their dormitories, Y/N was left with nowhere to go. The common rooms were off-limits to her—those vibrant, cozy spaces filled with laughter and house pride were worlds she couldn’t access. There were no house points for her to earn, no pride to share in, no cheers or commiserations over wins or losses in Quidditch or lessons. It felt like being cut off from something essential, like a missing piece of herself she couldn’t quite find.

Every day, after her classmates vanished into the hidden entrances of their common rooms, Y/N wandered the castle’s empty halls, trying to fill the strange void that settled deeper in her chest. She would linger by the windows, watching groups of students gather by the fire in the courtyards or walk down to the Quidditch pitch in the afternoons. Their laughter and easy camaraderie drifted up to her like a reminder of everything she was missing. 

At night, the faculty tower became her refuge, but it was a cold comfort. Climbing the spiral staircase to her small room felt like a slow march into isolation. Each step seemed to echo her loneliness, bouncing off the stone walls as if to mock her. She could almost hear the distant sounds of other students in their dorms—soft conversations, hushed laughter, the rustling of blankets as they settled into their beds, surrounded by friends and a sense of belonging. But here, in the faculty tower, there was only silence.

Her room, though practical, felt like a prison. The bed was neatly made, the desk was organized, and the window offered a view of the grounds that seemed picturesque in the daylight—but none of it mattered. The emptiness was suffocating, pressing down on her chest each night as she sat alone, staring at the blank walls. It was as though the room itself was a constant reminder of what she didn’t have—a house to call her own, a group of people who understood her, a sense of belonging that had been promised but never delivered.

Y/N often found herself lying awake at night, the weight of her thoughts pressing in. Where did she fit in this world? What was she supposed to do when everyone around her was building connections, forming friendships, and growing into their new lives at Hogwarts, while she remained untethered, floating between spaces? It felt as if the castle itself was rejecting her, keeping her at arm’s length while everyone else found their place within its ancient walls.

And in those quiet moments, when the rest of the school was asleep and the distant sound of laughter had faded, Y/N felt truly alone. More than anything, she longed for someone to reach out—to see her, to talk to her, to make her feel like she wasn’t just a mystery to be puzzled over. But each day, the sense of isolation grew stronger, and the walls of her room seemed to close in, trapping her in this strange limbo between belonging and not.

Each day was harder than the last, and with every step she took through the halls, she couldn’t help but wonder if this was all Hogwarts would ever be for her—an endless search for a place she couldn’t seem to find.

---

Watching from the Shadows

Y/N often found herself drawn to the entrances of the various common rooms as if by some invisible pull, lingering just out of sight as students slipped in and out, laughing, chatting, and disappearing behind walls she couldn’t breach. The one that intrigued her most was Gryffindor Tower. There was something magnetic about it, something alive in the way the portrait of the Fat Lady swung open to reveal the warmth within, the soft glow of candlelight flickering against the stone walls as students emerged, arms slung around each other’s shoulders. Their laughter would echo down the corridor, bursting forth in waves of joy that only seemed to deepen the quiet of her own solitude.

She would watch from a distance, careful not to get too close, but close enough to imagine what it might be like. To belong to something bigger than herself. To be one of those students who had a place to return to after a long day of classes and wandering, a place where people would notice if she wasn’t there. She imagined what it might feel like to push open that portrait hole and step inside, greeted by friendly faces and the warmth of a fire crackling in the hearth. The very thought of it made her chest ache with longing.

But the idea of actually trying to sneak into a common room—without a password, without permission—felt like too much. There was something about the invisible barrier that made her feel even more separate, as though the very walls of Hogwarts were reminding her that she didn’t belong to any house, didn’t have a key to any door. It was a reminder that she was always on the outside, looking in.

Instead, Y/N found her own sanctuary in the one place that didn’t seem to demand a password or permission—the library. The towering shelves of books became her silent companions, their endless pages offering her a sense of refuge from the bustling life she couldn’t quite be part of. The smell of parchment and ink, the soft rustle of pages turning—it all soothed her, wrapping her in a quiet comfort. Here, in the rows of books, she could lose herself in stories and knowledge, and no one asked questions about who she was or where she came from.

Madam Pince rarely disturbed her. As long as Y/N kept to herself, the librarian allowed her to linger, and Y/N was grateful for the unspoken understanding between them. It was a kind of peace—this quiet haven where no one stared at her with curiosity or confusion, where no one whispered about the unsorted student who wandered the halls alone. She could spend hours tucked away at a corner table, the flickering candlelight casting soft shadows across her open books. It was here, in the stillness of the library, that she could almost pretend she belonged somewhere, even if it was only in the pages of a book.

But even in the sanctuary of the library, the loneliness lingered. It clung to her, an ever-present shadow that no amount of reading could fully dispel. The silence that had once felt like a balm for her restless thoughts now felt suffocating at times. When the library closed for the night, the vast space became hers alone, and yet it wasn’t the comforting solitude she’d hoped for. It was a cold, echoing emptiness that made her feel small in comparison.

Sometimes, Y/N would stay long after the other students had left, lingering in the rows of books as the quiet deepened and the shadows stretched across the floor. In those moments, when the library felt like her own private common room, she would try to convince herself that it wasn’t so bad—that maybe this was enough, this self-imposed retreat where she could be alone with her thoughts and escape the reality of her situation.

But deep down, the ache remained. No matter how many books she read or how long she spent in the peaceful corners of the library, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was missing out on something vital. Somewhere behind those closed doors, other students were forming bonds, sharing stories, and creating memories that she would never be a part of. And no matter how quiet the library was, no matter how much solace she found there, it wasn’t the same as belonging.

Y/N would lie in bed at night, staring at the ceiling of her small room in the faculty tower, and wonder what it would be like to have someone to talk to, someone who might invite her into their world. But those thoughts always remained just that—fantasies. In the morning, she would rise, make her way back to the library, and lose herself in the familiar routine, hoping that maybe, one day, the loneliness wouldn’t feel quite so heavy.

But even in the peace of the library, she couldn’t escape it entirely. No matter how quiet or calm the space was, the emptiness within her never seemed to fully fade.

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The First Quidditch Match

The first Quidditch match of the season had transformed the entire school into a whirlwind of excitement. Everywhere Y/N turned, students were decked out in their house colors, faces painted with bright stripes of red, gold, green, and silver. The buzz of anticipation hung in the air like static, and Y/N, despite herself, felt drawn to it. Gryffindor versus Slytherin—it was a rivalry that seemed to pulse through the very walls of Hogwarts, and she couldn’t help but be curious. 

As she made her way toward the Quidditch stands, the roar of the crowd grew louder, and a strange mixture of excitement and anxiety tugged at her chest. She didn’t have a house to cheer for, no colors to wear, no allegiance to stand behind, and the thought made her feel like a spectator in her own life. Still, she climbed the stairs to the stands, scanning the sea of students all gathered in their respective sections, their shouts and chants blending into a chaotic symphony of school spirit.

Y/N chose a spot near the edge of the stands, far from the thick of the crowd. It was safer there, away from the crush of house pride and the boisterous groups that filled the center rows. She sat down, pulling her cloak tightly around her as a cool breeze swept across the pitch. The seats around her filled quickly, but no one seemed to notice her presence—everyone’s focus was on the field, where the players were mounting their brooms and preparing for takeoff.

The match began with a shrill blast of the whistle, and the sky above the pitch exploded into movement as the players shot into the air, darting between one another with incredible speed. The crowd erupted into cheers, the noise so loud it seemed to vibrate through the stands. Students were on their feet, shouting, chanting, fists pumping in the air as they screamed the names of their house teams. The energy was palpable, buzzing through the air like magic itself, but Y/N felt a strange disconnect from it all, as if she were watching through a veil that separated her from the rest of the world.

Her eyes flicked between the game and the students around her, but more often than not, she found herself watching the crowd rather than the players. The passion they shared was contagious, their faces lit up with excitement, their voices raw from cheering. Gryffindor and Slytherin students shouted at each other from across the stands, playful taunts mixed with fierce loyalty to their houses. Even students from other houses were swept up in the rivalry, joining in the chants, their faces bright with enthusiasm.

Y/N’s gaze lingered on a group of Gryffindors just a few rows down. They stood huddled together, arms slung around each other’s shoulders, their faces flushed with excitement as they shouted support for their team. They moved as one, reacting to every near miss, every score, every tumble in perfect harmony, their collective pride binding them together in a way that felt almost tangible.

She couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be part of that—to stand among them, to share in that collective pride and thrill of the game. To know that, win or lose, you were part of something bigger than yourself. The cheers, the laughter, the groans of disappointment when a player missed a catch—it was all part of the same experience, something she could observe but never fully participate in.

The game itself seemed to fly by in a blur of action and noise, but for Y/N, time felt slower. She clapped politely when Gryffindor scored, but there was no one to turn to, no one to exchange excited glances with. The disconnect was sharp, a constant reminder that while everyone else seemed to be united in their shared love for their house and the game, she was just… there. A spectator. An outsider.

When the final whistle blew and Gryffindor emerged victorious, the stands erupted into a frenzy of celebration. Red and gold banners waved in the air, and Gryffindor students poured out of their seats, hugging each other, laughing, shouting their triumph to the sky. The noise was deafening, a jubilant roar that seemed to shake the very ground beneath them.

Y/N remained seated, watching quietly as her classmates embraced, their faces shining with pride and joy. She felt like a shadow in the corner of a bright, vibrant world—present, but not truly part of it. For them, this was a moment of unity, a celebration of house pride that would be talked about for days, maybe even weeks. They had something to belong to, something to root for, something that tied them together in a way that Y/N could only observe from a distance.

She pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders as the wind picked up, and for a moment, the noise of the crowd faded, leaving only the echo of her own thoughts. This was Hogwarts for them—a place where belonging was tied to house colors and shared experiences, where victories like this one were celebrated together. For her, though, it was just another reminder of how different her experience was. 

When the crowd began to thin and students made their way back toward the castle, still buzzing with excitement, Y/N stood up slowly. She cast one last glance at the field, where the Gryffindor team was being swarmed by their housemates, lifted onto shoulders and carried off in triumph. It was a moment of pure joy, but it wasn’t hers.

With a sigh, Y/N turned away from the celebrations and began to walk back to the castle, her footsteps quiet and unnoticed amidst the roar of victory behind her.

---

A Moment with Professor McGonagall

One afternoon, a few months into the school year, Y/N found herself being summoned to Professor McGonagall’s office. The corridors of Hogwarts felt both familiar and strange to her now—she knew every twist and turn of the path, yet the sense of belonging that others seemed to carry so effortlessly still eluded her. She wondered, as she made her way toward the stone staircase that led to the deputy headmistress’s office, what this meeting could be about. She had been waiting for weeks for some kind of resolution, and yet nothing had changed.

When she entered the office, Professor McGonagall sat behind her desk, her expression serious but not unkind. The large windows let in beams of golden afternoon sunlight, casting a warm glow over the books and trinkets that lined the shelves. Despite the inviting atmosphere, Y/N’s stomach twisted with nerves. She stood there for a moment, unsure of what to say, until McGonagall gestured for her to sit.

"Miss Y/N," McGonagall began, folding her hands on the desk in front of her, her sharp eyes softening just a little. "I understand this has been a rather challenging start to your year. I wanted to speak with you personally because I don’t want you to think that we’ve forgotten about your... situation."

Y/N sat stiffly, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The word *situation* hung in the air like a lead weight. She nodded, her heart beating a little faster, though she wasn’t sure what she was expecting to hear. "I appreciate that, Professor," she said quietly, though her voice felt distant, as if the words weren’t really her own.

McGonagall’s eyes were steady, and though her tone remained formal, there was a hint of something softer beneath her usual strict demeanor. "The Sorting Hat’s indecision is... unusual, to say the least," she continued, her voice measured. "In my many years here at Hogwarts, it is rare for the Hat to hesitate, let alone to leave a decision unresolved."

Y/N shifted in her seat, her fingers twisting together in her lap. She had heard this before, had felt the weight of those same words for weeks now, yet they hadn’t provided her with any comfort. Everyone else had been sorted within moments, their futures defined by the houses they would call home for the next seven years. And yet she—she had been left in limbo, with no direction, no place to belong.

McGonagall seemed to sense the turmoil beneath Y/N’s calm exterior. "But please understand," she said more gently, leaning forward slightly, "it does not mean you don’t belong here, Miss Y/N."

Y/N nodded again, but the sinking feeling in her chest remained stubbornly in place. "It’s just... hard," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Everyone else has somewhere they fit. They have a house, a family. And I..." She trailed off, her throat tightening as the words she hadn’t been able to say out loud until now finally bubbled to the surface. "I just feel... lost."

For a moment, there was silence. McGonagall’s gaze softened further, and she let out a quiet sigh, her normally strict posture easing ever so slightly. "I can imagine it must be difficult," she said, her tone softer now, almost sympathetic. "But you are still a Hogwarts student, no matter what house you belong to—or don’t belong to," she added, her lips quirking in a brief, wry smile. "You still have a place here."

Y/N wanted to believe her, she really did, but the truth was, despite the professor’s reassurances, she still felt adrift. She managed a small smile, but it felt more like a mask than anything genuine. "I know," she said, her voice quiet, "but... it doesn’t feel that way."

McGonagall studied her for a moment, her sharp eyes never wavering. "I understand this must feel incredibly isolating," she said slowly, her tone uncharacteristically gentle. "Hogwarts is a place where tradition runs deep, where houses provide students with a sense of identity and camaraderie. And for you, without that anchor, it is only natural to feel out of place."

Y/N’s eyes flicked up to meet the professor’s, her heart tightening. *She understands,* Y/N thought. But that only made it worse somehow. Knowing that McGonagall could see through her brave front, see the loneliness and uncertainty she tried so hard to hide, made it feel more real. "Sometimes it feels like..." Y/N hesitated, unsure if she should continue. But the words slipped out before she could stop them. "Like I’m just... waiting for something that will never happen. Like I’m here, but not *really* here."

McGonagall’s expression softened further, the lines of her face showing a rare moment of compassion. "It may feel that way now," she said gently, "but these things take time. You are not the first student to feel out of place at Hogwarts, and I dare say you won’t be the last. But you will find your way, Miss Y/N. I have no doubt about that."

Y/N looked down at her hands, her mind racing. "But how?" she asked, her voice small, as though she didn’t really expect an answer. "How do I find my way when I don’t even know where to start?"

McGonagall leaned back slightly, considering her words carefully before she spoke. "I cannot give you a perfect answer," she admitted. "But I can tell you this—belonging isn’t always about where you are placed. It’s about what you choose to make of your time here. The relationships you build, the things you learn, the ways in which you grow. Houses provide a foundation, yes, but it is the people and experiences that truly define your place at Hogwarts."

The words hung in the air between them, and for the first time, Y/N felt a flicker of something other than uncertainty. Hope? Maybe. But it was small, fragile, like a candle flame in a storm.

McGonagall stood, smoothing her robes as she stepped around the desk. "I know this hasn’t been an easy start to your time here, but remember, Miss Y/N, you have resources at your disposal. The staff is here to help, and you are welcome in any of my classes, any of the library’s shelves, and any space in this castle. Hogwarts belongs to you just as much as it belongs to any other student."

Y/N nodded, her smile a little more genuine this time, though the weight on her shoulders hadn’t entirely lifted. "Thank you, Professor," she said softly. "I’ll try to remember that."

McGonagall gave her a firm nod, her usual strictness returning as she straightened up. "Good. And if you ever need to talk, my door is always open." 

As Y/N left the office, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the corridor, she couldn’t help but feel the echoes of the professor’s words following her. Maybe finding her place at Hogwarts wasn’t about waiting for something to happen. Maybe it was about creating it for herself.

But even with that thought in mind, the uncertainty still lingered. The path ahead was uncharted, and Y/N wasn’t sure if she was ready to walk it alone.

---

The Winter Holidays

As the winter holidays approached, the once lively halls of Hogwarts slowly began to quiet. The usual hum of students bustling between classes was replaced by the soft crunch of snow underfoot and the faint echoes of laughter as groups of friends said their goodbyes before heading home for the break. For most, the promise of warm fireplaces, family gatherings, and holiday cheer awaited them beyond the castle walls. But not for Y/N.

She had decided to stay behind. The thought of returning home felt hollow—there wasn’t much waiting for her there, just the cold familiarity of a place that never truly felt like home. And though Hogwarts hadn’t given her the sense of belonging she craved, the idea of leaving, even for a short time, filled her with a strange sort of dread. Here, at least, she could linger in the possibility of something more. Something better.

As Christmas drew near, the Great Hall was transformed into a breathtaking winter wonderland. Towering evergreen trees, draped with enchanted garlands, glittered with lights and ornaments that shimmered in hues of gold and silver. Icicles, charmed to sparkle but never melt, hung from the enchanted ceiling, casting rainbows across the room. Candles floated overhead, their soft glow adding warmth to the scene.

The few students who had remained for the holidays gathered around the long tables, their faces lit with the joy of shared stories and laughter. It was a smaller, more intimate group, and the air was filled with a quieter, but no less genuine, excitement. Y/N had been invited to join them—kind offers from friendly faces who noticed her sitting off to the side—but she had politely declined, unable to shake the feeling that she was still an outsider, no matter how many invitations came her way.

From her seat on the fringes, Y/N watched the others interact. There was something about the easy way they laughed and leaned into one another, their shared history evident in the warmth of their exchanges. She longed to be a part of that closeness, to sink into the comfort of friendship without constantly questioning her place. But even as the thought crossed her mind, a familiar weight settled on her chest. The fear that no matter what she did, she would always be on the outside, looking in.

Her food sat mostly untouched on the plate in front of her, and after a while, the noise of the Great Hall became too much. The laughter, the joy—it wasn’t hers to share. It wasn’t hers to feel. Pushing back her chair, Y/N quietly excused herself and slipped out of the hall, unnoticed amidst the cheer.

The castle was eerily quiet as she wandered through its snow-dusted corridors, the soft glow of candlelight from the sconces casting long shadows on the walls. Outside the tall windows, snow fell in gentle flurries, swirling and dancing in the moonlight. It was beautiful, serene even, but the quiet only made the emptiness inside her more pronounced. The emptiness she had tried so hard to ignore.

She stopped in front of one of the large windows, her footsteps muffled by the thick stone beneath her. The chill from the outside seeped through the glass, but she didn’t move away. Instead, she pressed her hand to the cold surface, her fingers tracing patterns in the fog her breath left behind. Beyond the glass, the world seemed peaceful—snowflakes drifting lazily from the sky, the grounds blanketed in white, untouched by any footsteps. It was as if the world outside the castle was asleep, while she remained awake, caught between two places that didn’t feel like hers.

Her breath fogged the glass as she leaned closer, resting her forehead against the cool windowpane. "Where do I belong?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, as though she were afraid to hear the answer herself. The words disappeared into the stillness of the corridor, but their weight lingered in the air, heavy and unresolved.

She closed her eyes, allowing herself to feel the weight of her question. The uncertainty, the loneliness—it all pressed down on her, tightening around her chest. She had tried to be patient, to give Hogwarts time, to let herself believe that she would find her place. But with every passing day, it felt more like she was drifting further away, untethered to anything solid. Even the castle, with all its magic and wonder, couldn’t fill the growing void inside her.

Y/N opened her eyes, blinking back the sting of unshed tears. She wasn’t one to cry easily, but in this moment, standing in the stillness of the castle, the weight of everything seemed to catch up to her all at once. She wiped at her eyes quickly, not wanting to give in to the sadness that threatened to overwhelm her. 

With a deep breath, she pulled her hand back from the glass and let it fall to her side. There was no answer to her whispered question, no grand revelation waiting to make things easier. The snow continued to fall outside, indifferent to her feelings, and the castle remained as silent as ever.

But even in the quiet, even in the loneliness, there was something peaceful about the moment. It wasn’t the peace of belonging, but it was stillness nonetheless—a temporary reprieve from the constant noise of her thoughts.

Maybe, just for tonight, that was enough.

---

A New Kind of Belonging

As the school year slowly drew to a close, Y/N found herself reflecting on how much had changed since she first arrived at Hogwarts. What had once felt like an overwhelming maze of uncertainty was now something different—familiar, almost comforting in its vastness. Without the clear structure and identity that the other students had through their houses, she had been forced to carve out her own path, and in doing so, she found corners of the castle that felt like her own.

She had discovered hidden passageways behind ancient tapestries, secret nooks beneath staircases, and quiet alcoves where the noise of the bustling school couldn’t reach her. There were places only she seemed to know about—places where she could sit in silence and think, without the constant reminder that she didn’t quite fit into the usual categories of Hogwarts life. The faculty tower, once so isolating, had become less oppressive. It wasn’t exactly home, but it no longer felt like a prison either. It was her own little sanctuary, a place where she could return each night without the pressure of housemates or expectations.

The library, however, had become more than just an escape; it had become her true refuge. Its tall, towering shelves, filled with centuries of knowledge, had taken on an almost sacred quality in her life. She spent hours there every day, lost in the scent of old parchment and the gentle rustle of pages being turned. The books, in their quiet wisdom, had become her companions, each one offering a different kind of solace. And as the months passed, even Madam Pince, the stern librarian who once regarded her with suspicion, began to soften. She would nod in Y/N’s direction now, a quiet acknowledgment of her regular presence, as if Y/N had become part of the very fabric of the library itself.

With time, Y/N learned to navigate Hogwarts without needing the structure or guidance that the other students seemed to rely on. She didn’t need house banners hanging in the Great Hall to remind her of her identity. The colors that once filled her with envy had slowly lost their hold on her. Gryffindor’s bright reds, Slytherin’s deep greens, Ravenclaw’s blues, and Hufflepuff’s yellows—they no longer made her feel like an outsider. Instead, they were simply part of the scenery, just one of many things that made Hogwarts what it was.

She had always thought that being sorted was essential to belonging, that without a house she would never truly fit in. But by the end of the year, she realized that maybe she didn’t need the Sorting Hat to tell her where she belonged. Hogwarts was a vast place, full of mysteries and stories that spanned centuries, and there were countless ways to carve out a home within its walls. She had done just that—created her own place, on her own terms. 

Standing on the platform at hogsmead station, waiting for the Hogwarts Express to carry her back to the world beyond the castle, Y/N turned to look back at the towering spires of the school in the distance. The sight of Hogwarts, framed against the late spring sky, filled her with a quiet sense of determination. It had taken time—far longer than she had anticipated—but she was no longer afraid of the uncertainty that had once clouded her mind. She might never be sorted into a house, might never wear one of the house scarves with pride or cheer with the other students during Quidditch matches, but that didn’t mean she didn’t belong.

In the end, Y/N had found that belonging wasn’t something that could be handed to you by a talking hat. It wasn’t something dictated by house points or house colors or where you sat in the Great Hall. Belonging was something you created for yourself, and that’s exactly what she had done. 

The train’s whistle blew, pulling her from her thoughts. She smiled softly to herself, feeling a sense of peace she hadn’t known she was capable of. As she boarded the train, she cast one last look at the castle, her heart light.

She didn’t need a house to call Hogwarts her home. She had done that on her own, and she knew that when she returned next year, she would continue to carve out her place within its walls—one step at a time.

She would create her own belonging, and that was enough.