#and likes to wear cute hair accessories and has a womans name and one of my only good memories as a child

[kiddokori]

if i had a nickel for every time i got into a korean webseries expecting it to be mlm gaybait and then realizing the secondary male protagonist is definitely transfem id have two nickels which isnt a lot but its weird it happened twice

[helplesslypurple77]

~AU Week: Historical AU(Fyodor/Reader)~

Summary: But to be engaged to Fyodor. A small part of you was thrilled.But a much bigger and more practical part of you was worried.

Because he had always been a perceptive man. You were in danger of him very quickly figuring out your feelings and rejecting you, or even worse simply leaving you alone to your misery. You were sure to die a metaphorical widow.

Warnings: Smut, kind of mildly dubious consent??~

Notes: ok so uh this story is set in some ambiguous country in the regency era, so that kind of fashion. Please don't look too hard at the historical inaccuracies…

Also about the midly dubious consent in the warnings. It's kinda there?? The tiniest bit?? Dub con?? Not rly, the consent is muddy?? But reader is clearly really into it. Ok so there's a slightly dub con kiss, but no ones protesting at all

...

Lady Caroline was a total bitch. She stuck her button nose in the air and scoffed at all the other ladies at the tea party with the scorn of the only child of a new money family. You sighed, never losing your perfect poker smile.

“You see,” Lady Caroline continues, never one to measure her words. “My father had sent a letter to the Duke of Silverwall. He is sure to accept my proposal, as my family is known for our exceptional breeding.” She leans close, her obnoxious bright fan fluttering. “We have sired two former queens.” 

She says the words conspiratorially as if they're a secret. As if she doesn't say it every chance she gets. You roll your eyes with a sigh. It's a bright sunny day, and several ladies are sitting around a small table filled with delicate desserts and colorful drinks. Autom has fully arrived, and the trees on Lady Cecilia’s estate are full to bursting with dry leaves. Red, oranges, and even some greens fall gently to the ground, covering the green grass with a crunchy carpet of fall colors. It's sunny, but a slight breeze floats through the air, the temperature pleasant. 

The group of ladies are dressed finely, in browns and beiges and even some bright oranges and reds. Laughter and the clatter of teacups fill the air around your table. You take a dainty bite of a small fruit pie and savor the delicious flavors on your tongue. The desserts are the only reason you come to these. And the gossip. You do love gossip.

Your brown gloved hand reaches for another tart, and Lady Caroline looks at it distastefully. 

“You’re so lucky Lady Name, I could never eat that much.” She says, her beady eyes shooting you a fake smile. She simpers, taking a sip of her tea. You sigh. Silence falls again.

Lady Caroline is an unpleasant woman, jealous and spiteful and sure of her own worth in life. And not to say anything unkind, but she’s a bitch. She puts other people down, throws her family’s newfound status around, and wears yellow. You hate the color yellow. It's unpleasant and far too cheery for such a gloomy woman.

Lady Cecilia, seated to your right, speaks up. “Well ladies, are you excited for the autumn ball?” Exited chattering fills the air at the change of topic. You shoot her a small smile. Lady Cecillia is a kind woman, with long blond hair pinned up into a fashionable updo, and pretty gold charms sprinkled throughout. Her dress is a gorgeous burgundy that compliments her blond hair and the golden accessories. Her father is a Marquess, so higher than Lady Caroline's father, a mere earl. You don't believe in status until Lady Caroline starts throwing her status around like it's something impressive. Then you are happy to flex your own high status. 

Your father is the Duke of Somerset, standing opposite Lady Caroline's ill-fated crush the Duke of Silverwall. One of the only two Dukes in the country too. Lady Caroline likes to forget that in favor of her father, a mere earl. She’s annoying. 

“Lady Name, you are to attend with your brothers right?” Lady Irina says, a breeze dancing in the cute pin curls that hang around her heart-shaped face. She’s wearing a lovely shade of deep brown, which highlights the brown pigments in her eyes. Apples and leaves and other things are embroidered throughout, catching the light in brilliant gold threads. You smile. 

“Yes, that is the plan. I have set a tailor to come tomorrow.” You say. “My brothers are all without partners this year. I cannot imagine why.” 

Lady Cecilia titters, hiding a blush behind a gloved hand. Lady Irina smiles. Lady Caroline simpers quietly behind her teacup. 

“Yes, your brothers.” Lady Caroline starts. She’s dressed in a gray-blue, pretty silver accessories scattered throughout her hair and around her neck. The dress is the only pleasant thing about her. She continues, flicking that gray fan back and forth. “I hear they are still looking for finances, is that true?” She finishes, sounding less curious and more excited to say something snide and unpleasant. Her hair is done in an undo as well, but she refused to use the popular pin curls. You were sure she thought she was too good for them. 

“Yes, that is correct.” You say, taking another lovely pie from the tray. “Although they have received several offers. Father says he is entering talks for me as well.”

The ladies at the table perk up, and Lady Caroline gets that expression on her face where she hones in on something, ready to pounce. 

“Oh, how exciting!” Lady Cecilia says, looking sweetly, genuinely excited for you. Lady Irina nods, taking a bite of a small French pastry. 

“Yes, I still remember when my fiance was chosen.” She says, getting that look on her face. Everyone knows the story of Lady Irina and her fiance. How they hated each other at first but fell madly in love soon after. You can't help the smile that carves its way across your face. Although you've heard it a thousand times, you still appreciate that Lady Irina has found someone she loves. 

Lady Irina shakes out of her daze, taking another bite of her pastry. “These pastries are simply wonderful Lady Cecilia! I must have the recipe.”

“Oh yes!” You agree. Lady Cecilia nods. “Oh course, I'll send it home with you.” The three of you trade smiles. Lady Caroline coughs.

“So Lady Name, tell me. Who are you to be engaged to? It must be a lovely viscount I'm sure.” She says, her voice dripping with insincerity. You roll your eyes so far back into your head that you fear for a moment that they might simply get stuck there. Lady Irina joins your eye roll, but Lady Cecilia frowns. She opens her mouth, ready to speak but you raise a hand as you see your coachmen coming towards you. 

Your coachman hands you a letter, the envelope a plain cream. The seal is familiar, however, your family's crest. You smile. 

“Oh, it's from my father.” The ladies around you look up curiously, Lady Caroline grinning widely. She looks thrilled, like a vulture who just landed on a large dead carcass and is about to dig in. 

“It must be news of the engagement. It seems they have completed talks already.” You say, using a butter knife to slice open the envelope. The paper inside is heavy, and your father's familiar handwriting greets your eyes as you skim. It only takes a few minutes to find the words you knew were coming, and while you personally aren't very thrilled with the outcome, you're still going to use it to your advantage. You place the letter back into the envelope, slipping it into your small purse. The three ladies look on curiously.

“Didn't go well huh?” Lady Caroline simpers. Her fake kindness makes you wince. You can barely hold in your anticipation as you start, schooling your face into a small smile. 

“They went quite well, the engagement will be announced at the autumn ball in a few days.” You say, shooting the other ladies at the table sincere smiles. Lady Caroline's face falls slightly, but she recovers startlingly fast. “Well, I'm sure he’s a lovely viscount. Who is he?” She says, smiling insincerely. You bite back a grin.

“Oh, I'm not supposed to tell yet.” You say, pretending to be worried. Lady Irina leans forward curiously. 

“Oh Lady Name please. We’re starved for gossip.” She says. Lady Cecillia nods excitedly. You give a decisive little nod. 

“Oh fine then. You ladies aren't allowed to spread this around all right?” You say, just as a precaution at this point. They all nod. You do trust Lady Cecilia and Lady Irina, but you know Lady Caroline will blab the moment she gets the name out of your mouth. You would be stupid to unknowingly tell her information. But you're sure someone will find out anyway, you don't really have anything to lose. 

You lean forward. “All right. Well im engaged to—”

“Name, it's time to leave.” your fathers familiar voice interrupts your words, and the ladies sink back in defeat. You stand, taking the small package of recipes Lady Cecilia hands you gratefully. 

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to wait a couple of days then.” You say with a wink. 

⚔⚔⚔

Your opinion of your fiance, the Duke of Silverwall could be better. Duke of Silverwall Fyodor Dostoeyvsky was, on the outside, a perfect fiance. He had succeeded his father at the early age of twenty, and had been running his entire estate for two years now. He was smart, handsome, and very, very wealthy. 

You’ve known the man for ages, as your fathers were good friends and you had core memories of him pulling your hair and pretending it was your younger brother Philip. He almost got away with it but your other brother Ivan tattled on him. He had been a smart boy, he was always the one who came up with the mischief the four of you got into. He was also sneaky, always subtly shifting the blame to Ivan or Phillip when you guys got caught. 

To his credit, he had never shifted the blame to you, but you were sure that one day you would have to take the fall. And while you weren't furious that he was your fiance(there were much worse options), you weren't thrilled either. Because you knew he would never love you.

You have loved him since a young age, an innocent crush that had developed into a deep love that you could never quite shake. But you knew that he simply saw you as a childhood playmate. He saw you almost as he saw your brothers, friends to go riding with, or to engage in philosophical discussions, but never as a woman. 

You still remembered when he had accidentally seen you changing a couple years ago. You had hoped for a blush or something but he had simply left, closing his eyes the entire time. Your heart had broken, and you had simply accepted that he would never see you that way. 

But to be engaged. A small part of you was thrilled. For you had dreaded seeing him with another woman for years now. You had awoken in a cold sweat from nightmares involving them dancing, kissing, or worse.

But a much bigger and more practical part of you was worried. Because he had always been a perceptive man. You were in danger of him very quickly figuring out your feelings and rejecting you, or even worse simply leaving you alone to your misery. You were sure to die a metaphorical widow. 

You did your best to convince your father, of course not mentioning any more embarrassing facts, but he was steadfast. There was simply no convincing him. So, you put your other plan into action. Convincing Fyodor.

⚔⚔⚔

“Convince your father to dissolve the engagement.” You say. Fyodor raises an eyebrow in your direction as he escorts you around an especially muddy patch on the path. You're walking in the park, down by the duck pond that's always surrounded by wildflowers and away from prying eyes. There are no wildflowers this season, the grass is covered in leaves of different colors. They crunch under your feet as the two of you speak under your breath.

“Well hello to you to, Name.” Fyodor says, chuckling in your direction. “Yes, I'm in exceptional health, thank you for asking.” 

You roll your eyes, pinching his arm beneath his white coat. You're wearing white today as well, a pretty white chiffon that hovers just far enough above the ground to avoid staining. A white fur ruff covers your shoulders. It's cloudy out today, the temperature nippy as the days before the Autumn ball shrink. The autumn ball is the day it's all irreversible. The day society becomes privy to the engagement between the two dukedoms. The day your fate is sealed.

“Can you please convince your father to dissolve the engagement, Fyodor?” You ask, your voice a whisper. Although the surroundings appear to be empty, you never know who’s servant is hiding in the bushes, on the hunt for gossip. 

Fyodor heaves out a little sigh, as the two of you turn the corner of the pond. “Why Name?” He chuckles a little. “Is it that unfortunate a fate to be my duchess?” 

It's not, in fact it's a dream. But not in this way. You dodge the question. “Well, you don't want to be engaged to me right?” You chuckle, pulling him to a stop as you stare out across the pond. A few ducks alight on its surface, ripples flying across the formerly pristine surface of the lake.

Fyodor chuckles, notably not answering your question. “But in all seriousness Name. Our fathers are quite set on this engagement, and the unification of the two families under the crown will be huge news.” He says. “Your brothers are now free to marry below their status and our substantial family resources are now pooled under one estate.” 

You frown, disliking how correct he sounds. “I know.” You say, as the two of you leave the duck pond behind. “Fine, I guess my fate is sealed then. Oh yes,” You continue, an afterthought occurring. “Come over tomorrow, the tailor's coming. Father says we need to match.” 

Fyodor gives his assent. And your fate sealed, you clutch his arm tighter and finish the rest of your walk in companionable conversation. You always have gotten along so well.

⚔⚔⚔

“Congratulations my lady.” Your head Maid Olga says, twisting your hair into a complicated style with her sure hands. Olga is a kindly older woman who has been your maid ever since you were a baby. She was your mothers maid before you. You smile at her in the mirror, applying light makeup to your face and cheeks. 

“Thank you, Olga.” You say, lightly swiping some rough on your cheeks. Your maid nods at your dress in the corner. It's a brilliant white, silver and lavender thread embroidered the length. Your family's crest, along with birds and fruits and other things. A silver tiara set with amethysts sits to your left, and Olga braids golden threads into your hair as well. You put on your silver and amethyst matching earrings as your maid speaks again.

“You’ll be able to buy a wealth of dresses, mistress.” She says, winking at you. You giggle with excitement. “I know, that's the best part.”

“And of course Mistress.” Olga leans forward, whispering the next part into your ear. “Finally get to experience the pleasures of married life.” She winks at you through the mirror, and you blush, giggling.

As much as you wish you could, you're sure he won't touch you. You had learned of those types of pleasures from the forbidden section of your parents library. You had been back there playing hooky from your math teacher, when you had stumbled on the hidden erotica section of your family's plentiful library. You hated to admit it, but you had indeed had fantasies about your fiance. Dirty fantasies that warmed your body and made a strange feeling build in your stomach. 

You were no longer a virgin. It was not such a big deal anymore, and you had lost your virginity at seventeen to the handsome butler your parents had employed for a while. And while you came with a cry you had imagined Fyodor, imagining clutching his shoulders and screaming his name to the heavens for mercy. But you knew it never was to be. You just resigned yourself to being an old maid, alone and sexless for all eternity. You sigh, and hold your gold mesh shawl close to your shoulders, heading downstairs.

You hate how handsome Fyodor looks. His long hair is pulled into a loose ponytail, strands falling around his face in a flattering way. The white suit compliments his dark hair and pale skin, the lavender and silver accents glowing under the light. He’s wearing a circlet, matching one to your large tiara. 

The coach ride is loud. Your entire family is sitting on one side, and Fyodor’s mother and father and little brother sit on the other. You're sitting next to your fiance, smashed against the wall of the carriage and his warm body and absolutely combusting. Every so often he whispers in your ear, the words hardly mattering. All you can feel is his hot breath on your neck, tickling your ear. You shiver each time and are far too excited as he helps you exit the carriage. 

You're practically vibrating with excitement as you and Fyodor stand behind the grand entrance. You're late, on purpose. For today is the announcement that seals your fate, but also the day you get to metaphorically punch Lady Catherine directly in the face. And because your fate is already sealed, you're looking forward to the pleasure Lady Catherine's shocked face will bring you. 

The grand doors open with a slam, and the chattering in the ballroom below ceases as the two men by the door announce your arrival. 

“Duke of Silverwall, and his Fiance, the Her Grace of the Somerset Dutchy.” The men shout, their voice bellowing out over the hall as you stand there, face smiling, back tall and proud. 

You start down the long staircase, your train trailing behind you, your hand on Fyodor’s steady white-clothed hand. The mix of faces below you is just as satisfied as you had hoped. Shock, some faces scream it. Others seem to say ‘i knew it’ while you receive the jealous stares of some prettily dressed ladies. Your white gown stands out among the sea of reds and browns, and the telling matching suit your fiance is wearing is also a dead giveaway. It takes a minute or two to get to the floor of the ballroom, and by then the rest of the people have turned away, and the music has resumed. Everyone still eyes you discreetly, however, and you know they're waiting to ambush you with questions and interrogations. You can't erase the grin from your face.

“You look very happy indeed my dear,” Fyodor whispers to you, as he leads you onto the dance floor. It's a waltz, a slow dainty one that you know by heart. 

“Did you see the look on Lady Cathrine’s face?” You whisper, your feet stepping the familiar pattern of the waltz you know by heart. You learned this dance with him, two teenagers being yelled at by your scary dance instructors, your first true dance as fiance’s should be this one. I'ts quite fitting after all, although your sure he's forgotten those dance classes. You try not to read into it at all.

Fyodor chuckles, leading you into a spin. The white of your gown spins around you, a cloud of spinning white and brilliant silver. You know you look stunning, a lily in your pale white among the autumn roses. The air of the ball is starting to affect you. The bright lights and the stares, jealousy and admiration alike, fill your heart, making you more tipsy, more risky than the fine wines ever could. You can feel his eyes on you, those dark, brilliant eyes. Intoxicating and luring you into their depths. You feel risky, and just the slightest bit horny. His hands are on you, around your waist, his gloved other clutching your own. Perhaps that’s why your lips are loose.

“I was so thrilled when I heard about her little crush on you.” You say, hands winding around his neck. You're closer now, closer than proper. You don't feel the stares around you. “She’s a truly unpleasant woman you know.”

Fyodor smiles, humoring you. “I have heard you say so only a thousand times my dear.” The nickname makes you dizzy with love, cheeks delightfully flustered. You pull away, bowing as the waltz ends and you come down from your strange high. 

“Now if you’ll excuse me,” You start. You can see Lady Cecilia and Lady Irina waving you over frantically out of the corner of your eye. “I have some catching up to do.” and then, in a moment of boldness you stand on your tiptoes, pressing a short kiss to his cheek and whirling away. You will not stand beside him long enough for him to bring it up.

⚔⚔⚔

It was a long night. When you weren't being interrogated by Cecillia and Irina you were being passive-aggressively insulted by jealous mothers, or congratulated by families, or taking a toast from the pleased queen or avoiding dance requests from other men.

The only men you dance with are your brothers, your fiance, and your very close friend, the Viscount Perry, who everyone knows is your good friend. 

You barely speak in the carriage, leaning against the window tiredly but you're wide awake as Fyodor leads you inside his castle. You forgot. Tonight was the night the two of you moved in together. You calm your face as you walk through the familiar halls, heels clicking on the marble floors. The pretty arched ceilings of the main entrance halls, the gorgeous artwork and stained glass in the main hallway, it's all very familiar scenery you know from your childhood. You would run these halls with the boys, until you were older and didn't want to dirty your dresses. You had always been a so-called ‘girly-girl’.

Your fiance has been strangely silent, and it's not until you're sitting at your new vanity, carefully stowing your earrings and tiara that he speaks.

“Who was that man you danced with?” He says, his face turned away from you as he hangs his coat. You start undoing Olga’s complicated hairstyle as you speak.

“You mean Viscount Perry? Oh he’s a good friend.” You say, scratching your scalp as your hair tumbles down around your bare shoulders. You're clothed only in your shift, and you would be flustered but you know Fyodor doesn't see you as a woman at all. You hate how it hurts you, that fact.

“So he was the reason you were so…” He pauses, a certain quality in his voice when he finishes his sentence. “…Hesitant to marry me.” The end of his sentence is nothing like you were expecting. He almost sounds, well, jealous. 

All your wasted thoughts, your sureness that he could never like you like that, all of it is breaking apart, much akin to a shattered mirror. Suddenly you can remember stuff, stuff you had missed. The fact that he had never thrown you under the bus like your brothers, his constant pestering when you were younger. And even his red ears as he exited that room, the room you were changing in. and even just the other day, as he masterfully dodged the proposition you had thrown at him, the demand you had said. ‘Ask your father to dissolve the engagement’. You're practically vibrating with joy as the revelations pour over you. He likes you, just like you like him. 

Your mind is running a mile a minute, but Fyodor, blind in his jealousy, takes your silence as an acceptance. And as you turn, you find him standing next to you, gripping your arm tightly. 

“Is that why? You love that man? You wish to marry him instead of me?” His usually immaculate poker face is gone. His eyes are narrowed, his mouth curved into a sneer, the anger and jealousy carved clear across his face. You find it dangerously attractive. Your dazed silence is again, taken as an affirmative and before you can actually get out an emphatic no, his grip slides from your wrist, and then he’s kissing you.

It's a brutal kiss, the possessive bruising of lips that ruins you inside and out, driving you mad with arousal and a strange kind of happiness. You melt into his frame, and his big hands grip your lightly clothed hips, the heat of them sinking into your skin. It heats your insides, that familiar cocktail of heat that is arousal. You love it.

“Fyodor.” You try, panting around searching kisses. “Fyodor—”. His hands get rougher, searching for purchase on your hips, hands gripping and tugging naughtily. You moan into his mouth as he sucks your tongue, naughty slurping sounds filling the walls of your chamber. He kisses to dominate, and you easily surrender control with a moan, your poor cunt clenching under your silk chemise. He channels his anger and possessiveness into the kiss, as if aiming to suck your soul and love out through your mouth so that Viscount Perry can never have them. 

“Fyodor.” you say, your voice a moan as he noses at your neck, sucking possessive hickeys into it, trailing down to the low neck of your chemise. You whimper and he chuckles.

“That's right, say my name.” Fyodor says, a hint of his accent coming thickening his words. The accent he had possessed for many years had faded four or five years ago, but never quite faded away completely, always lining his words. It sometimes became thicker when he was angry. It came back in times like these too. You whimper, gripping his dark hair in your hand, fingers weaving into the locks, tugging it gently. He chuckles against your collarbones, getting dangerously close to the neckline of your chemise, and the wealth beneath it.

“Tell me name, did that Viscount Perry ever see you like this, undone and moaning?” Fyodor says, breath ghosting across your collarbones. You shiver, moaning out a response. 

“No, oh god, of course not.” Your voice is a whimper, underlines of tight sexual tension lining all the words. He chuckles proudly against your chest, mouthing at your nipples over your chemise, leaving a wet spot behind him. 

“He never gets to see you like this.” He sounds so proud, so vindictive, so attractive. “You're my wife, never his. Mine.” The possessiveness should not turn you on, but it does, and you rub your thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction. You want him, more than you think you’ve ever desired anyone, let alone him. 

“Fyodor,” You speak his name as a whisper, a prayer to your god, begging to feel him inside you, running you with his possessive corruption. “Oh god Fyodor, I need you so bad.” 

Your hands tear at the loose fabric of his shirt, yanking it over his head and discarding it somewhere, anywhere, you don't care. His skin is pale, thin with just a bit of muscle tone, and you mouth at his collarbones. Fyodor hair has been knocked from its neat ponytail, and it falls around his face, a sexy mess. His pale skin bruises easily and everywhere you kiss you leave a trail of red behind. You love the marks you leave upon him. He grips the silk of your chemise, yanking at the delicate fabric until it rips, falling into pieces around you. You grip his shoulders with a groan as he hoists you up, laying you on the bed. Your feet hang off the edge, your ass in the air, your toes just brushing the ground.

You feel his hand on your ass, smoothing over the cheeks until they find their way between your legs. 

“You're so wet.” Fyodor says. His voice is a tease, a taunt. And yet as his fingers spread your pussy lips and play with your clit, you can hear the pride in his voice. You grip the silk sheets in a death grip, your mouth opening in a moan, drool collecting on the sheets. Fyodor chuckles, his voice rough his arousal as he slips a finger fully inside you.

“We were always destined to be engaged, you know.” He purrs, his accent deep and thick and deliciously sexy. You love his accent, his voice, the way he twists his words, taunting you, praising you, rejoicing you. He continues with his words, scissoring his fingers inside of you as you moan into the silk sheets. “I knew you loved me, and I loved you too my darling. I thought I could be complacent, I could await the days when we would be married. And yet, you were stolen from me.”

The anger in his words, combined with the thick fingers scissoring your hole open, drive you nearly insane. But you're still able to process the words. He knew you loved him, and he loved you in return. You were destined, predetermined by fate. Your heart clenches with joy, even as the walls of your pussy clenched around his fingers. He chuckles, a light slap hitting your ass. 

“A mere viscount has stolen your affection.” Fyodor’s words are low, angry, possessive. He accompanies it with a slap, a harsher one on your pussy. You whine as he removes his fingers. 

“Oh god Fyodor, want you. Fuck me!” The profanities are not befitting of a lady, but you could care less. The man behind you, the man you have loved for years and years, has informed you he loves you back, and he is reducing you to aroused tears on the mattress you will sleep on for the rest of your life together. You want him, want his hot cock ruining you, draining away the rest of your sanity.

“You beg for me.” Fyodor says, the statement full of pride and arousal, and thick with that accent. “You beg for me over this viscount. And I shall obey your every command, my wife.” The sentence is whispered, almost reverent, and full of so much awe and yet equally measured with arousal that you nearly lose it right there. You're a mess, panting and quivering on the mattress and as his hot cock penetrates your insides you cum with a cry on the mattress.

Your walls clench, your hands gripping the silk until it crumples, your cries muffled in the silk of the sheets. Fyodor shelves himself inside you in one fluid stroke, his cock bullying your walls apart with equal parts pain and pleasure. You're soaking wet, your arousal dripping out of your pussy and soaking a ring on your thighs, but Fyodor is big, biggest you’ve ever taken by far, and tick to. 

It takes a while for the orgasm to subside, but Fyodor gives you no rest, fucking your through the overstimulation reletlessly as you moan his name helplessly, hands still tangled in the sheets. 

“You're such a pretty slut for me.” Fyodor coos the praises leaking into your ears as the pleasure returns, as you move back and forth on the mattress, your toes just brushing the ground. He leans over your prone back, balls slapping your ass with each hard thrust inside of you. The words are degrading, the word ‘slut’ not befitting of a lady, but you love it. You love the way he says it, the possessive nature of the words, ‘for me’. That's right, you're his slut, his slut forever. His wife.

You can feel another orgasm welling up, and you cry it into the spit-soaked sheets beneath you. Fyodor returns the cry with the same words, the promise that you’ll come together. And as you reach your peak, as you tumble over the cliff with your soon to be husband right behind you, you let the words slip past your kiss-swollen lips. 

“Oh, I love you, Fyodor.” You moan, as you fall over the edge. His hips stutter, his cock filling you up one more time as he hears the words, the words he was longing to hear so desperately. And he returns them, whispered in your ear as if they are forbidden. 

“I love you, my darling,” Fyodor says, flipping you over and shoving his cock right back into your hole, the squelching sounds of his cum and your arousal mixing as he fucks it deeper inside you.

...

Endnotes:

whenever i write au’s the characters tend to run away so sorry if this is ooc. Also man, Fyodor and Ranpo are so annoying to write because their a little like all knowing gods…so they always end up a little more dumb in my fics, or maybe dumb to emotions

Dazai’s a little easier because he actively acts like a dumbass all the time

[pupyuj]

havinf CRAZY THOUGHTS RN abt being yujin's passenger princess......... LLLIKE imagine her with one hand on the wheel and the other on ur thigh the entire ride home........ but eventually she pulls over and fucks you in the backseat because she CANNOT CONTROL HERSELF...... 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 i need her so bad its not funny

the day starship puts yujin in a real car is the day all the yujinators implode,, it's the day that i personally will eject myself into space and scream into the void... YUJIN, LET ME BE YOUR WOMAN!! WOMAN WOMAN WOMAN—

okay but let's add a little jock!yujin in there where she likes to show you off in her car to her totally uncool and bitchless jock friends like you're some kind of trophy,, n she likes it better when you dress like a whore bcs even tho people are looking at you like they want you, they will never have you and yujin takes pride in people getting jealous of her bcs she's got such a fine girl as her gf ajdhsdndjch 😵‍💫😵‍💫

sdfhjsdk wearing an adorable outfit one day and not your usual slutty ones bcs you were feeling cute n stuff,,, but yujin's looking at you like you were some piece of meat that she couldn't fucking wait to gnaw on... the pastel colors, the cute accessories, the headband, n the daisy earrings were such a turn on for her, perhaps even more than your bad girl outfits??? she's sick 😵‍💫 yujinnie couldn't stop staring at you the entire time the two of you sat on the bleachers watching some of her friends from the soccer team on the field :(( her arm around your waist holding you close to her, her other hand touching and squeezing your thigh and knee while she whispered compliments on your ear :((( she was so sweet but oh, the things she had planned for you...?

well, those plans couldn't wait until the two of you got home apparently! bcs not even halfway through the game, you and yujin left ... yujin said she was 'hungry' and needed food... sure, she did 👀 but like she was so fucking horny that she couldn't even make it far from the field before she stopped at some abandoned old park's lot and moved you over to the backseat 😵‍💫😵‍💫 ueuughh yujinnie pressing her knee against your cunt while she kissed you,, has you pinned down on the seats, hands under your sweater vest and the shirt underneath,, groping and squeezing anywhere she could 🤤 her own pussy throbbing too bcs you just looked so hot under her :(((

"i really got lucky.. you're the prettiest little thing."

she melted your heart so bad that you didn't hesitate to take every single piece of clothing off your body in the next second :(( yujinnie leaving kisses all over your chest, fingering you roughly while your hands were on her soft hair :((

"i w-wanna get off too, baby... i wanna come on you too..."

n then she was taking her panties off :(( putting her warm cunt against your thigh and riding it, then spreading your other leg out so she could still finger you :((( you're cradling her head while she moaned your name in your ear :(( the cool and mischievous basketball captain yujin being gone, you could only see your cute girlfriend being so desperate to come with you 🥺🥺

finally coming with her when she pressed her clit against your knee and curled her fingers inside of you :((( sjsbdjknks yujinnie smiling cutely up at you after but then promising that she'll fuck you better when the two of you get home?!!! 😩 she really is an all-rounder.. 🤭

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

Spider

Pairing : Street Racer! Miguel O' Hara X Reader

Genre : casual, it's really just an introduction

Wordcount: 0.9k

A/N: Inspired by the one movie I have seen of fast & the furious. (dw I'm gonna watch all of them now). Also disclaimer idk anything about cars. 

Masterlist

↓ Miguel's car, though his is dark blue/black with red stripes.

It's late at night, though the streets of Nueva York are anything but silent. Downtown, yet another car meet was happening. It generally went all the same, guys showed up, showing off their cars and sometimes their women. Couples seemed to change like people changed clothes. Most couples at least. Shanti hopes that won't be the case for her. 

" Uhm, hi. " Shanti is nervous. 

Very nervous. When her boyfriend said he wanted to introduce her to his world, this was not what she had expected. It's a bit of madness. Currently, no one is racing, but that's only because the meet is only just starting. 

Her boyfriend wasn't great support, having gone off towards the other dudes around. Eventually telling her to talk to the other girls and meddle with them. 

Which brings her to where she is now. Feeling a little awkward and exposed (the cute outfit she had picked out is not helping her nervousity) , she hopes the group of girls she approaches is the right group. 

To her surprise, they are. 

" Oh, hi! Ooeh, I love your skirt, where is it from? " A blonde asks as she approaches the nervous woman. 

" Thank you! I got it from the Zara. My name is Shanti by the way. " She smiles. 

The blonde girl grins, approaching her as she takes her hand. It makes Shanti feel safe, like she's known this girl forever. 

" Nice to meet you Shanti. I'm Eva. I'm with the doofus over there. " The blonde, Eva, grins, nodding towards a blonde haired guy leaning against a Mazda RX-7. 

It seemed like he had felt her eyes on him, as he turns towards the two of them, and gives her a wink. 

Eva giggles as she blows him a kiss back. 

As if it wasn't busy enough, the crowd suddenly gets louder as a low bass was heard, a song Shanti recognized to be Danger, by  Offset and JID. people immediately step aside to let a new car through. 

" They're finally here! Come with me, you've got to meet them first. " Eva says enthusiastically, pulling her new friend along. 

Soon enough, they're in front of the crowd, now able to see the Dodge Challenger SRT. A tall man steps out from the driver's seat, smiling at everyone before he steps around the car. 

" That's Miguel. " Eva whispers to Shanti. 

Shanti nods. She's heard of him. He owns the streets. The best driver Nueva York (or all of South America) has to offer. He's all about his team, and his lady. Especially his lady. 

Miguel's smile seemed to widen as he opens the door for a lady. 

" And that's his lady. Y/N. You'll love her, trust me. " Eva grins. 

Y/N is pretty well known as well. According to the rumors, she's nowhere near as harmless as she looks in her short revealing dress. Mess with her, and Miguel would make you pay. Mess with Miguel, and Y/N would pay you a nasty visit. 

They're untouchable. People respect them for what they've done, and what they keep doing. 

The two seemed to have a short moment, before Y/N kisses his cheek as she starts glancing around. 

Once she spots Eva, she squeals (though it's barely heard over the heavy bass of the car.) 

" Eva! I haven't seen you in forever! " Y/N smiles as she greets her in a hug. 

Eva lets go of Shanti's hand to return the affection. 

" Y/N! I'm sorry babe, I went on a small getaway with Jake. But I'm back now. Also, meet my new friend, Shanti. " Eva introduces her. 

" Oooh, nice to meet you. I gotta say, I love your outfit! It looks great on you. " Y/N grins. 

Shanti blushes. Y/N is beautiful. Her outfit compliments her form, and her accessories finish her look just right. She doesn't seen to wear too much make up, though she doesn't need it. 

" Thank you, nice to meet you too. " 

Y/N smiles, linking one of their arms together as Eva does the same on the other side. 

" You seem like you're new to this environment. Do you know the other girls yet? " Y/N smiles as the three start walking. 

Shanti shakes her head. 

" No. "

" Oops, that's on me. I whisked her away right when I heard you come. " Eva grins. 

Y/N smiles. 

" I see. Well Shanti, let me just tell you something. We girls stick together. If anyone bothers you, feel free to come to any of us. We got you. " Y/N pats Shanti's linked arm. 

Shanti smiles gratefully. Suddenly, she's glad her boyfriend waved her off. These girls seem like a lot of fun. 

Meanwhile, Miguel watches the girls walk off, shaking his head fondly at Y/N's welcoming behavior. It's thanks to her that the streets became a safe space for women after all. There used to be a lot of cat fights between the women, jealousy driving them apart (often literally), until she stepped in with her kind soul, complimenting girls and creating her own stronghold. Miguel is proud of her. Proud to call her his woman. 

Suddenly, a low whistle was heard to his left. Facial expression returning to his neutral grumpy look, he turns to face his best friend. 

" Damn my dude, you're whipped. " Peter grins. 

[ A/N: This was really just an introduction thing, not sure if I'm gonna continue, lemme know if anyone wants to read more abt them. ]

[asunsetgrace16]

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[𝟶𝟷] ___ 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂

Name(s): Jenna Amber Madden

Nickname(s): Jen, Jennie, Jens

Age: 19

Birthday: September 5, 2005

Birthplace: Rosetown, Saskatchewan

Allergies: rabbits, dust, and pollen

Conditions/Illnesses: none

Occupation: works at Sephora part-time, will be a Chemical engineer after university

Education: high school diploma, half-done her BSc of Physics

Current Residence: Saskatoon, Saskatchewan

Hobbies: sudoku puzzles, crosswords, playing guitar and piano

Pets: Lily - German Shephard/Husky cross, several barn cats; Momo and Juice are the deck/house cats

Sports: volleyball in high school, plays in a rec league now, running

Ethnicity: German, Ukrainian, British

Nationality: Canadian

[𝟶𝟸]  ___  𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

Height: 5'5

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Dark Brown

Birthmarks: none

Scars: one on her ankle from when she broke it two years ago and had surgery to fix it

Tattoos: none

Style: country, jeans and boots with cute sweaters, leggings with old Carhartt hoodies, oversized shirts from her brothers (and Fraser), both gold and silver jewelry

Piercings/Accessories: simple ear lobe piercings, one helix, always wears the ring her grandma gave her

[𝟶𝟹]  ___  𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈

Introvert or Extrovert: both and it depends on where she is, how much sleep she got, and who she's around

Mood/Temper: she is intense and driven, always looking for a challenge. She loves her siblings (now that they are older), and will go to bat for any of them. She's also very stubborn.

Dreams/Goals: travel, road trip across Canada, run in the Boston Marathon

Strengths: her work ethic, she's always prepared for anything

Weaknesses: she calls it being realistic, Andrew calls it pessimism

Quirks: usually leaves the house with her shoes untied, mixes up the different-coloured pen caps

Habits: stands and watches the horizon/clouds/weather like a middle-aged dad and/or every farmer ever

Fears: heights, balloons

[𝟶𝟺]  ___  𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝚂 & 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝚂

Likes: being outside, frogs, sunsets, meals in the field, horseback riding, running

Dislikes: mosquitoes, ranch dressing, writing essays, early mornings

[𝟶𝟻] ___ 𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲

[𝟶𝟼] ___ 𝙵𝚄𝙽 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝚃𝚂

[𝟶𝟽] ___ 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚂

Food: chicken noodle soup

Music: country. classic rock

Songs: Blown Away by Carrie Underwood. Getting There by Terri Clark. Cornelia Street by Taylor Swift. Strong by One Direction.

Movies: The Other Woman. Ocean's 8. Talledaga Nights.

Shows: Suits. Manifest. Brooklyn 99.

Colour: purple

Place: Vancouver Island, BC

[𝟶𝟾] ___ 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈 & 𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝚂

Family: Jenna is the middle child, a twin to John. She has two older brothers and two younger sisters

Mom: Anna Madden (nee Travis), b. december 18, 1968

Dad: Josh Madden, b. march 24, 1963

Sibling(s): Brothers - Liam, Andrew, and John, Sisters - Melissa and Charlotte

➪ Liam Madden: b. november 2, 2000. engaged to fiancee Cara. works in crop technology and will keep helping to farm.

➪ Andrew Madden: b. june 21, 2001. single. recently graduated from U of S with a degree in Agribusiness and will take over the main farm.

➪ John Madden: b. september 5, 2004. gay. dating boyfriend Luke. attending UBC and getting a degree in Mathematical Sciences.

➪ Melissa (Lis) Madden: b. june 18, 2006. bisexual. single. just graduated high school and is attending U of S to become a vet.

➪ Charlotte (Charlie) Madden: b. may 5, 2009. single. starting high school. an excellent hockey player who has been offered scholarships in the States.

Relationship Status: almost taken. Fraser Minten (october 2024)

Past Relationships: Jenna was in two relationships prior to getting with Fraser

➪ Luke: (July 2020 - June 2022) he was her high school relationship. they were together for two years before going their separate ways after graduating. it was a mutual decision as their life plans were taking them in different directions.

➪ Sam: (December 2022 - March 2023) he was a fun relationship. he was a known party boy and wasn't looking for serious which was good with Jenna. they had fun but ultimately decided they were better off as friends.

[fallinfl0wers]

oh gosh as a fat woman nothing has made me feel quite as warm and fluffy as those headcanons of xiao, albedo, and scara wearing reader's clothing :')) first time I ever related to that trope and I'm not ashamed to admit I almost cried LOL

if it's not too much trouble, could I request that same prompt for tighnari, venti, and childe as well? thank you so so much 💗

fandom: genshin impact character: tighnari, venti, childe reader type: female, either taller or chubbier than the boys depending on you! <3 summary: they've heard of the custome of borrowing clothes from your significant other, usually, a girlfriend borrowing from her boyfriend. since their clothes wouldn't exactly fit on you, they decided to try yours instead... (part two of this post) genre: fluff warnings: none notes: i'm glad you liked the first headcanons! tbh it gets very tiring when most posts explicitly state reader as being petite in every sense, it can really make someone feel bad from time to time HAHA, here it is <3 ambiguous enough for both the tall and chubby gang! like most things i write, really... i try to make as much as i can about the reader ambiguous for everyone to enjoy. hope you enjoy these as well!

Tighnari

He knows about this thing couples do, and he doesn't find it too weird. It's just another way for people to show affection to each other, but not one he ever paid much thought to.

In the particular case of you and him, though... he can see clearly how it's not really working, at least not in the typical "girlfriend steals boyfriend's shirt and looks diminutely cute on it"

If you ask Tighnari, he'd tell you that idea is just overrated lmao

It's a concept so engrained in the world of relationships that the woman has to be small and the man has to be towering over her and making her look tiny in every possible way, but that's simply not how things are in the real world a lot of the time.

Like between him and you? He's not the shortest person he knows, but he looks very small next to you no matter where you look at it.

No, dear, his clothes aren't going to fit you, and that's okay. You have your own, you don't need his.

If he sees you getting upset at yourself because you can't fit on his clothes, now there he's going to do something.

First of all remind you that he loves you because you're you, and you being you includes you not fitting on his clothes, so please don't feel sad.

You don't have to fit on his clothes to be cute, adorable, and beautiful in his eyes!

Besides, it's not like sharing clothes is a big deal, at least not in his eyes, honestly.

They're just clothes... the only special thing about them is who owns them.

Tighnari will pick up any random shirt of yours one morning without thinking about it too much and put it on to prove a point. Once you wake up and see him in your clothes just going about his morning routine without much thought, he's going to look at you with a smile and look that say 'Told you so'.

He likes wearing your shirts from time to time, but it's not practical for his job in the forest, so he mostly borrows them as pyjamas.

If you insist that you want to wear something that is his, he will get something like a hair accessory or a visor to cover his eyes from the sun, wear it in front of you a couple times, then tell you you can borrow those instead, they'll be more useful and more comfortable for you anyway.

"Whaaat? You... think you're missing out... because you can't fit on my clothes? [name], they're just pieces of fabric cut out and stitched together, it really isn't a big deal. Plus, it's not like you chose to have the body type you have, and even then, you're already beautiful. Now come here, let me put this visor on your head... mm, that's good. Now you're wearing something of mine and protecting your eyes at the same time. See how easy that was? Now come on, we have a long day ahead."

Venti

He picks up quickly on how you look on at the couples where the girlfriend is wearing something of the boyfriend and how you get sulky about it.

He has the easiest solution out of everyone, he drapes his cape over your shoulders while you're sitting down one day and gives you a big smile.

Sure, the cape doesn't suit you the same way that it suits him, but it's fine, right? It's his, and you're wearing it!

Now, now, he won't stand for you being sad! You're his beautiful muse, a smile is what suits you better than anything!

If none of his other clothes will fit you no matter what, he's not against somehow getting you a matching outfit that looks exactly like his own but is your size.

And if that fails, well, who ever said that it had to be you the one who steals his clothes?

So you shouldn't feel surprised when you find him in your room one day, trying on your clothes and modeling them on the fullbody mirror.

He looks back at you and smiles, hurrying to hug you and sing praises about you and your fashion sense.

Yup, you're going to see him wearing your shirts and hoodies and sweaters every now and then, only that because your pants, dresses and skirts are just hard for him to style on himself lmao, plus you look so cute on them he doesn't want to damage them in his day to day shenanigans!

He's going to reassure you that he loves you the way you are, that it's okay if you're bigger than him, it's just another thing he likes about you.

As long as you're healthy, all that matters is how happy you are.

So he will do his everything to make you smile more often!

Something he does a lot is sitting on your lap while wearing your shirt, and hugs you like a koala while drinking wine and telling you how lovely you are.

"Ah, it's you! My sweet dandelion, look at this! I always knew you were good at picking out clothes, but this? This sweater is so soft! It's not my color though, so I was thinking maybe this other shirt would be nice for today... Oh? Ehe, why, of course, my muse, I'm trying on your clothes! It gives me a soft and special feeling... It feels just like being around you!"

Childe

He's also very much aware of this custome of couples exchanging clothes, and in truth, he felt a little sad for a second that he couldn't have that with you.

But you know what? Fuck that concept, if you like his clothes, like, say, his coats, he'll get you one of the finest quality tailored to fit you perfectly!

That's something he always does tbh, when you see a cute dress, blouse or skirt that you want, but they don't have it in your size, he brings out his wallet and gets a professional seamstress to make one for you!

His beloved will NOT have to be sad over something so easily attainable like clothes, not on his watch!

Childe heard you getting upset because you couldn't fit on his clothes, and felt like you were missing out on something...

Again, if he hears you liking a certain piece of his clothing, he'll get one done for you, but he'll keep thinking.

Like, sure, it's a cute thing to borrow your lover's clothes but hey? He really doesn't think that his usual outfits would be flattering on you even if they fitted you tbh.

He just thinks they're too stiff... and he can still see where blood was splattered on them even after they're all squeaky clean, and he definitely does NOT want to see you in bloody clothes.

One night, he will insist on wearing something of yours to bed, and he will, even if you say he shouldn't.

He's like ??? Gasps, babe, it's my duty as boyfriend to make sure your clothes are comfy!

Which it really isn't but you let him anyway.

Your oversized long-sleeved blouse is airy and comfortable on him, he lets out a sigh of relief as he lays down on the bed, looking up at you with a grin.

He really likes this arrangement. It's homely and cozy, he wears your clothes when he's free, it's relaxing.

"You know, I think I'm going to keep this one. Kidding, kidding! It's just soft and it smells of you... I like it. What, you're blushing? That's adorable of you! Come here, if you want to wear something mine so much, let me give you this scarf I made. There, now we're both wearing something of the other!"

fallinfl0wers. 2023.

[lesbolordo]

G'day r u aight ? Cuz I'm not.

The Hogwarts Legacy fandom lacks something. Very much.

Where the fuck are my genderbent meow meows ??? I want to see Seb with big tatas and Ominis with pretty nice thighs in witch I can die between-

I want to see Poppy as a cute beast lover boy and Imelda as a hot Quidditch player wtf ?

Urh, so much potential wasted 😔

Anyway I tried genderbending Sebinis thinking about that.

I made several headcanons about them because I have nothing to do with my life but think about Women.

Sebastian :

If Sebastian was a girl, I'd have no name for her. Really. What is the female version of Sebastian ? Urh.

Anyway, if she was a girl Anne would be a boy, obviously.

I feel like Sebby would be a chubby-buff girl. She's strong in all third ways : Is a bit round and could beat your ass with and without magic.

She was very close to her dad and so she hates Solomon even more after her parents die.

I feel like one summer she suddenly got curves and took some weight and Solomon -being Solomon- was too awkward to ask her her new size of clothes so he just tried something : spoilers, all of her clothes are too small but she doesn't seem to care much and since she only hangs out with Ominis -blind mf- nobody really tells her that her shirt is begging for help, threatened by her big tatas.

Honestly, girl or boy, Sebastian would beat your ass -or try to. He's not one to differentiate boys from girls after all.

Often deemed unladylike, "behaves like a boy". She doesn't care, she never will, move on.

She's self conscious about her height -even Masc! Seb is to me- and so she lies about being 160 cms tall when she actually is 159 cms tall. I see some Poppy inside of her, small but feisty... I think that these two would be friends, boy or girl.

"Fuck around find out."

Hates dresses. Unpractical. Ugly. She will wear dresses only for Ominis. End of the discussion.

What is going on with her hair ? No one knows. Legend has i that in the morning if you pay enough attention, you can hear the birds that accidentally got caught in it

She'd wear the boys uniform.

Ominis :

Even as a girl Ominis is the mom friend. Always looks worried and tired, but don't worry she could very well beat your ass if she wanted to.

Unlike Sebastian she comes from an aristocratic family and so she behaves "properly" for a lady, but only because it's the only thing her parents await from her : As a woman she is deemed less important -Ominis hates it- but at the same time they leave her alone most of the time.

I do not have a name for Fem!Ominis but she could step on me either way.

Fabulous lashes™️.

She may be taller, but only because all of her damn curves went into her height : flat as a wall, no ass, and very much thin like her masc version. Her depression may be chronic, but her ass is microscopic.

Speaks well, could end your career with words, won't be afraid to do so. But don't you dare bring your fists to the fight, because Sebastian is always behind to save Ominis from breaking a nail -and committing murder.

Pretty hair in appearance, but do not touch it. Under. Any. Circonstances. I'll let you ponder why. Her mother loves to put ugly hats or accessories in her hair, Ominis hates it but apparently Sebastian finds it funny and pretty, so she leaves it on. Being blind, she learned very early one way to style her hair and now she ALWAYS uses it. Because she doesn't know any better.

Long elegant pianist fingers, just like her boy version. Can and will use them to either hurt you or make Sebastian cu- Cuts her nails short. More like Sebastian does it, Ominis lies saying that she can't see she can't do it herself -Sebastian believes it.

Doesn't mind dresses. Prefers comfortable clothes, may be girls or boys.

"God let me live another day. And I'm about to cry about it."

She's tall -both for a girl and a boy- but she knows Sebastian is self-conscious about her height so they don't talk about it.

She'd wear the girl's uniform.

Now that I'm done please do give me genderbent! HLC. Especially Fem! Versions because I love women.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

[catboymoments]

ohh wht are ur hcs on the tenmikoangies .. (either th pairing Itself or individuals i Do Not Mind :3)

Tenko

- she’s very very feminine and loves girly things and people forget that!!! She loves ruffles and painting her nails and doing her hair and she’s a very big feminist. Girl

- I’m a much bigger fan of the original Japanese “horrible boys” catchphrase instead of the terfy “degenerate male” we get in the translation. Speaking of which people joke about Tenko being a terf which I absolutely hate. She would not be a terf. She would welcome anyone who wanted to become a girl!!! Being a trans woman is amazing and awesome!! I think I’m a modern/hpa/nondespair au she would follow a lot of transfem creators like Dylan Mulvaney and Kim Petras, and she would LOVE chihiro. If Angie and Himiko didn’t stop her she would be out protesting for LGBT rights in front of the Japanese parliament every day.

- Although I do think she has some internal biases about transmascs because “why would you not want to be a girl and be a horrible boy?” But she’s working on it and trying to understand. She’s unlearning a lot of harmful biases her old master instilled in her- she doesn’t have a hateful bone in her body and loves her friends no matter what!

- I think she loves having long hair, but it definitely gets in the way doing martial arts, so she does a lot of elaborate and pretty braids and hairstyles with cute accessories like bandannas and scrunchies! She likes doing Himiko and Angie’s hair when she can too- she especially loves Angie’s curls.

Himiko

- Himiko loves close up magic we all know this, but I think she would also really love stuff like tarot, crystals and palm reading. She’s autistic and magic of all kinds is her special interest!

- she loves big cozy cardigans (cloaks) and fabrics with celestial patterns… I think she would be a fan of the olden town lmao

- in the nondespair au she has a black cat and a tabby cat named Midnight and Tiger

- she loves collecting shiny little trinkets, her room is cluttered but not in a messy way… it’s like howl’s bedroom

Angie

- fuck danganronpa canon I’m the boss now. Angie has curly hair I think. She’s so much more than the “crazy island girl” stereotype… augh

- she loves to go thrifting and go shopping at craft stores! You have to be careful with her because she can and will spend all of her money in one trip.

- she likes to cook! She makes traditional Polynesian food for her gfs!! Food is just another form of art after all!

- she doesn’t have a lot of issues with nudity because her culture she was raised in is just different, and while Japan has some non Eurocentric standards as well with communal bathing in hot springs and such, she can be a bit out there. Like she tends to walk around without shirts on at the house and if someone comes over she doesn’t think to cover up, she doesn’t wear bras, if she’s hot the clothes are coming off, etc. nudity isn’t sexual to her and that is okay!

- I need to do more research on different Polynesian cultures and decide which specific indigenous group she is, but I think it would be cool if she had traditional tattoos? It would mean she wouldn’t be able to use most public baths in Japan, but her culture is more important to her.

[lollybunxiv]

♡ LFRP - LOLLY MELODYS ♡

(my WoL carrd ♡)

Lolly was left abandoned as a baby deep in the woods of North Shroud. Luckily, Lolly was found shortly afterwards, with a note by her that read "I'm sorry I failed you", by a woman who had hoped for children but circumstances never made it so, she was taken in by this older miqo'te and raised as her daughter. Though Lolly considered this woman to be her real mother, she yearned to find out more about her past, and so she decided to become an adventurer and study the art of Summoning, hoping that during her travels in the outside world, she may come across any clues that will point her in the direction of who she is and what her background truly is.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

THE BASICS

Name: Lolly Melodys

Age: 26-27

Race: Viera

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bi/Ace

Marital Status: Dragonsong Reprise TL - With Haurchefant Main TL - Aymeric

Server: Aether/Cactuar

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Hair: pink long hair with white highlights

Eyes: golden

Height: 5'10"

Build: average

Distinguishing Marks: two markings on both of her cheeks

Common Accessories: always wears cute earrings~

PERSONAL

Profession: Summoner

Hobbies: Archery, baking, decorating.

Languages: common

Birthplace: North Shroud

Residence: The Lavender Beds

Religion: n/a

Fears: her friends and loved ones hurting, abandonment

RELATIONSHIPS

Spouse: not married but Dragonsong Reprise TL - With Haurchefant Main TL - Aymeric

Children: no

Parents: n/a

Siblings: she doesn't know of any

Pets: fat cat probably

TRAITS

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

HABITS

Smoking Habit: no

Drugs: no

Alcohol: on certain occasions

CHARACTER HOOKS

The Traveller: Lolly is well-known to travel, and very rarely is kept to one place. She meets many different people upon her travels throughout the realm, and is partial to talking to many different people in the places she visits, to learn more about the culture and history of different places in which she's never visited.

Birds of a Feather: Lolly very rarely meets other Viera, and she typically seems to be one of few in the many places she goes. It can lend to feeling out-of-place. If you're a Viera, she'd love to hear all about where you're from and your background.

A Fighter: Lolly is often roped into fighting alongside other adventurers who she doesn't know too well during her times in different places. Maybe she's roped into teaming up with you during one of her many battles?

Getting the Job Done: Other Summoners are a dime-a-dozen it seems, due to the old tradition that they often get led astray from fighting for "good". If you're a summoner, she'll be very interested in getting to know more about you.

Baby It's Cold Outside: Lolly, no matter the timeline, has her ties to Ishgard one way or another. If you're traveling through Ishgard, or are someone from Ishgard yourself, you'll likely cross paths with her.

OUT OF CHARACTER

I'm located in the North-East US.

Prefer to RP through Discord and not really in-game, due to being able to flesh out more details through Discord. Though, I am open to sometimes taking it to in-game.

I'm good if you want to include NSFW, but Lolly is ace, and therefore sexual situations with Lolly is off the table. However, if you want to include it for yourself and another character, maybe an NPC or something, I am fine with that, so long as you don't expect to include my WoL. But reading anything you want to include like that does not bother me.

I would like to write in one main timeline, but I'm good if the timeline is an AU like Dragonsong Reprise or such. I'm okay with steering away from canon slightly, but to base it more in the game, would like to keep it generally to the storyline.

Open to multiple RPs going with multiple RP partners!~

IMPORTANT: I am currently on the beginning of Shadowbringers right now in FFXIV. Have not reached Endwalker YET

[mementofloreo-archived]

DASHBOARD BIO; NETTLE REED(G//NP//CT OC)

Updated and in-depth biography for my primary g.en..p.act OC, Nettle. Under a cut for length!

FULL NAME: Nettle Reed

NICKNAMES/ALIASES: Ned, Netty

GENDER/PRONOUNS: trans man, he/him

ORIENTATION: Bisexual; leans heavily toward men

AGE RANGE: Early/Mid 20’s, verse dependent

HEIGHT: 5’ 1” [154cm]

BUILD/BODY TYPE: Somewhat delicate and slender, with some wiry muscle underneath. Has ‘soft edges’, just a little extra fat and barely any muscle toning.

HAIR: A springy, light and warm green. Soft and a little wispy; cut in a loose asymmetrical bob and kept a little shorter around the neck/collar. He often wears cute hairclips or small flowers as accessories.

EYES: A sharp citron orange, with richer copper tones toward the inner iris.

FACE: ‘Fey-like’ features, somewhat dainty and soft just like the rest of him, but there are some more rigid lines along the frame of his cheeks and chin that give a solidly masculine note.

SCARS/OTHER FEATURES: Many scars of varying nature/severity and age along all of his body; ‘inverted T’ scars from top surgery. Left upper leg has a full sleeve tattoo with a floral/rose motif, mixing together healthy flowers and withered ones. Multiple piercings- four in each ear, a stud piercing on his tongue.

PHYSICAL HEALTH: Severe asthma & chronic cough. Mild/moderate immune deficiency. ‘Eleazar’ illness from birth with fluctuating severity up until the eradication of the disease in its entirety.

MENTAL/EMOTIONAL HEALTH: ASD, ADHD. Severe PTSD, depression & dysthymia, severe anxiety disorder. Frequent nightmares.

VISION/COMBAT: Dendro vision; wields a polearm.

DEFAULT VERSE BIO/BACKGROUND ->

Nettle’s mother suffered from the ‘Eleazar’ illness stemming from the Withering in Sumeru and died during childbirth. Nettle also suffered from symptoms of the disease from birth, which may have contributed to the formation of his other health problems, and was always very frail and sickly.

He was raised by his father up to age ten. Devastated by the loss of his wife, Nettle’s father was distant, absent and often even negligent as a parent. Though never cruel, he was never affectionate with his child. The two lived a nomadic lifestyle, the father doing a range of odd jobs from simple manual labor to mercenary work. He fell further and further into self neglect as time wore on until, eventually, he simply wasted away.

With no home, no relatives, and no family acquaintances Nettle was left to fend for himself. He was a very inquisitive child despite his poor health, and as such he had learned a great many things in his short life quietly and all on his own. From reading to counting money and preparing basic meals. He continued drifting from place to place, never thinking to seek help because he had never been cared for by anyone to begin with.

It was over a year before a young doctor stumbled across him near Caravan Ribat, scuffling about and foraging edible weeds and flowers. The doctor, a trans woman named Amaranthe Reed, approached Nettle and before long took him in and adopted him. Though listed officially as his foster mother, he addresses her as his elder sister, as she is only 13 years older than him.

Nettle began transitioning under Amaranthe’s care and also learned much of her trade from assisting her hands on with her work as a dispatch for the Adventurer’s Guild. Eventually Amaranthe would marry a woman called Thalia, who was previously a theater performer and taught Nettle music. In his late teens, Thalia gave birth to her and Amaranthe’s first child, Briarly, and Nettle has helped raise him.

The family relocated to Monstadt roughly six months prior to ‘Stormterror’ arriving, and Nettle currently works as a field medic for the local guild branch.

GENERAL PERSONALITY/DISPOSITION: Because of his intensely isolated and lonely childhood, Nettle is unaccustomed to dealing with people and has very few friends near his own age. He can seem standoffish and sarcastic at times and has a hard time accepting praise or compliments. Still, he has an intensely compassionate and gentle heart and hates to see people suffering or in pain, and dedicates himself to helping anyone he can in whatever way he can- even to the point of self neglect. He cares very little about himself, but very much about everyone else; all his drive and will to live come from the desire to help and be ‘useful’ to others.

He loves music and flowers equally and most of his free time is spent pursuing related hobbies.

[2stregafangirl]

Name: Chisato Ikutsuki

Gender: female

Age: 15

Current school: Yasogami High

Love interest: Kanji Tatsumi

Father: Shuji Ikutsuki

Affiliation: Investigation Team

Personality: Chisato is very closed off shy and reserved usually keeping to herself as she or so meek, and once someone gets to know her she opens up to them more and more showing that she is a cheerful mostly positive and sometimes gloomy and melancholic girl who will do anything to protect her friends and those she has grown close to.

Likes: Plushies dolls figurines astrology cute animals being admired sweets The Dojimas

Dislikes: oatmeal blood gore feeling pain feeling used being manipulated

Backstory: Chisato is the daughter of Shuji Ikutsuki born after a one night stand with a woman as Ikutsuki quickly divorced her once he started experimenting on Chisato with plumes of dusk, he succeeded as Chisato awakened to her corrupted Persona before it mellowed out, Ikutsuki decided it was best to stop the experiments on Chisato for his public image and sent Chisato to Inaba to live by herself for the time being as Ikutsuki was to busy managing SEES to notice her, luckily the Dojima residence came to her aid and now do regular check-ups and visits on her and pays rent for where she’s living, years later when Chisato is now a teenager/ Young Woman Yu moves into Inaba to stay with Dojima and is promptly introduced to Chisato though she is quite shy and timid around Yu since this is the first time she has met him, in school Chisato is introduced alongside Chie Yosuke and Yukiko, after Yukiko’s dungeon is formed Chisato goes inside the TV to investigate and reawakens to her corrupted Persona Kuchisake-Onna as it destroys shadows before it turns back into Nu Wa, Chisato then agrees to help the others investigate the TV World and solve the Inaba murders with her split personas, it is unknown if Izanami shook her hand but just like Yu Adachi and Namatame Chisato represents a virtue, altruism.

Arcana: Charity

Weapon: boxcutter knife

Uncorrupted Persona: Nu Wa

Persona description: A heavenly Persona with it’s face obscured by a light mauve pink face veil with Angel wing accessories on the side, a medium light slightly saturated pink frilly dress with long Miko- like sleeves with slightly lightly colored saturated pink lines on them and Angel halo themed mauve pink heels as Nu Wa uses light mauve pink colored ofuda charm projectiles which explode into explosive light energy upon impact to fight.

Main magic skills: Nuclear Bless & Almighty spells

Corrupted Persona: Kuchisake-Onna

Persona description: A tall monstrous woman with light black skin and long curly ebony color black hair with red streaks in it like blood, it’s left eye is covered up by a piece of hair as she has a permanently stitched shut in a malicious smile mouth and long scissor-like claws for hands, she’s wearing a dark orangish red Yukata and a bright red orangish red Obi around it, as well as light black boots with heels at the end and spiked shoulder pads and a spike bracelets around her knees, her eyes are gray with heavy eyebags.

Main magic skills: Psy Curse & physical spells

[soupiyamashuu]

rin hr alt.

Basic Information

Her full name is Rin Zeniya. (銭谷凛)

Hero Name:

Cis Woman (she/her)

Asexual + lesbian

Born in Yokote, Akita, Japan. Her birthday is June 6.

Speaks Japanese and basic English. She almost always speaks Japanese with the Akita dialect. Her japanese is actually considered quite “rough” and “hostile” sounding.

blood type: O

Power Type:

Firearm & Weaponry Creation

she mostly focuses on making guns and “mains” rifles + shotguns “cause they’re badass”. she doesn’t like using swords or knives as much because she likes being a long range fighter better.

rin is able to generate weapons (and, if needed, ammo) using Energy. she is also able to easily cobble together weapons using things she finds (scrap metal, rocks, wood, etc.) like it’s damn minecraft or smth.

her power set is largely physical/weapons-oriented rather than psychic.

As a result of her childhood being very chaotic, she is grateful for her abilities as they allowed her to protect herself from bullying and general violent attacks against her/her family.

Hero Outfit: typically wears some type of military lolita-style fit (see appearance section); heavy boots + a lot of random accessories (this is dependent on the mission though)

Likes & Dislikes

Likes & Hobbies: She is very interested in spooky, ominous, or otherwise dark things. Big fan of horror movies, taxidermy, and “witchcraft”. She is also big into learning about weaponry and has a sizeable collection of (Real) swords/knives and (model) guns.

Dislikes: being cold (ironic since akita is in northern japan and frequently gets Quite Cold), being outside for too long, and various vegetables.

Fave/Least Fave Animals: crows // most reptiles

Fave/Least Fave Colors: black & blue // purple

Fears: ???

Family

Rin has two fathers who are fairly high ranking members of the Yakuza. They considered trying to resign from their gang once Rin was born* but realized it would be quite difficult to try and support a family as ex-Yakuza members. (allegedly it’s hard to reintegrate into normal society if ur an ex yakuza member so it makes sense but also this is a fake character so i dont care about realism.)

*Rin was born via a surrogate and adopted upon birth. She has an older sister from one of her fathers’ previous marriages.

Because her parents are literally in the yakuza, she has been involved in a Lot of targeted attacks on her family as a whole.

She is technically considered an affiliate of the yakuza but . isn’t like a full fledged Member of it. she tries to stay away from the whole thing because she doesn’t want to be involved in large scale violence.

Despite them being yakuza members, her parents were quite caring and, with support from their freakin gang, have been able to provide rin and her sister almost anything they could want or need.

Appearance

Short, blue-black hair (comes to about shoulder height)

Dark indigo eye; she lost her right eye when she was young due to the freaking yakuza violence and wears either an eyepatch over it … or gauze to make it look more intriguing because she likes being extra

she’s got sharp teeth #cool

5 ft 0

Petite, though she can look a bit spindly …

Asian; relatively pale because she does not go outside That much

Typical fashion: Gothic lolita + military lolita

Personality

A bit off-putting; she can be quite hot-headed and hostile due to feeling the need to protect herself (due to her environment growing up). As much as she would like to be a ~kawaii~ superhero, she kind of feels the need to be rough, dark, and a bit edgy to stand out. Then again, she’s not too into ‘cutesy’ stuff anyway. This has somehow garnered her many fans and followers.

She is a big fan of jpop despite not liking cute things. But then again, that’s probably just because she likes looking at the girls involved.

Design Lore

Shin, Haruka, Mikiko, and Rin all represent an interpretation of the four horsemen of the apocalypse – Rin = war – the four of them are known by the Japanese name “Yohane no Mokushiroku no Yonkishi” (literal translation of the four horsemen)

came to me in a vision But could be loosely inspired by maki from ndrv3. her name just seemed fitting #TBH

the last name “zeniya” just seemed badass somehow so i used that FHKGKHFGHK

according to japanese blood type beliefs, people with type O blood are “confident, arrogant, competitive, insensitive, easygoing, and natural leaders”

i miss playing yakuza like a dragon but heres rin with her gay yakuza dads to make up for it #loveislove

Trivia

she is instagram famous and has like. 500k followers. she primarily posts gothic fashion pics and random weapon posing pics.

likes being in the US because she doesn’t have to worry about freaking targeted yakuza attacks (…as much?) and can just chill out playing games or some crap

[fireflyhwufanficwriter]

My thoughts on Dr. Stone’s S03E08 (“The Trump Card Aboard the Science Vessel”)

(Safe to read for anime-only folks.)

My thoughts after watching Season Three, Episode Eight:

01. Their new party member knows the secret of the petrification beam! :O

02. This episode's title is "The Trump Card Aboard the Science Vessel!" :)

03. Oh, some anime-only backstory for Amaryllis! :O

04. Mozu's face looks so... smooth in anime XD And I don't know what I thought Mozu and Kirisame's voices would be like, but no objections so far! Although poor Mozu; his name is already so short, but they still took one letter away and turned him into Moz... well, not in here! You're keeping your fourth letter, Mozu! XD

05. It looks like Mozu deliberately told Kirisame to aim the... item... a little higher - because the will-be-gorgeous-in-the-future girl is shorter, and therefore will NOT get petrified like the others if the item were aimed a little higher. Definitely not in the manga, but I wonder if this will have an impact on future anime scenes? :O

06. I'll say it now, that green light doesn't quite look like the green light I would have imagined - this green is much more intense - but it was very kind of that guy to want to save Amaryllis! :)

07. What's interesting to me is that it isn't just green light - there's black, swirling stuff INSIDE the green light! :O

08. No need for the cute act, Amaryllis; that's not going to work, and like Senku said, they don't need it anyway XD

09. More information about the petrification weapon! It has a limited area of effect; it's used by being thrown; and you can stop the petrification by cutting off your hair (or, presumably, other organic matter)... And actually, Amaryllis was pretty smart to think of that solution in such an urgent situation, and with so little time...! :O

10. Taking ANY woman over eighteen... ANY woman... That's... not good at all! :(

11. The newest party member is not modest at all when it comes to her own cuteness... XD

12. A girl who can fight... where, oh where, will we find one of those...? :D

13. Hey, what's with those reactions?! Kohaku is very cute! :)

14. Kohaku really needs a team of specialists to get her ready for a beauty contest? XD Also, during the dress scene, Soyuz completely turned his back; Gen is looking to the side; and Senku... is just straight on facing Kohaku's direction, hahaha! XD Although he did seem to have his eyes closed... But THEN Senku said, "I don't mind, but stop acting like that" XD

15. She's wearing a pretty dress, but not one that's ideal to fight in... And Gen is too good at tying rope to Kohaku... :O

16. Ah, and Ibara's here! He's huge, and so are his accessories! His mustache casting its shadow on his cheek is a great detail from the animation team! :)

17. A flick of two of Ibara's fingers made a petrified Chrome fall down?! Just how strong IS this guy?? :O

18. And it's what Ibara did to Chrome that made Kohaku spur into action... but she has a plan! :)

19. Kirisame versus Kohaku... but Kohaku's rope-y dress is really working against her! :(

20. Kohaku's so smart! :) She knew that only people from the kingdom of science... well, mostly... would understand the word "lab!" :D And the kiss on the cheek; Kohaku's kiss on Senku's cheeck! We manga readers finally have it in official color! XD

21. What's REALLY funny, and it only occurred to me now, is that it didn't have to be Senku. Gen could have easily stepped forward and called himself Lab-kun. But maybe Gen is also secretly a Senku/Kohaku shipper XD Or, he knew that Kohaku would be more likely to play along, or have an easier time playing along, if it was Senku, instead of if it was Gen :D

22. That is a pretty LONG smooch XD I just thought that Kirisame was easily embarrassed in the manga, but if it went on for this long, no wonder she reacted like that... She has a pure heart! :)

23. And Senku's humming along with Kohaku, too! I can hear him! XD

24. Sigh, they couldn't give us a single frame of a smooch and both of them looking like normal humans... ah, well, it was all for misdirection, I know that! Still adorable to see Senku with a Kohaku smooch mark on his cheek, though! :D

25. Although... I don't think kisses on the cheek leave red marks. Maybe even Kohaku's lips are THAT powerful, haha! XD

26. Great analysis by Ryusui, and great shooting by Ukyo! :D

27. Ryusui accepted his death, just like that! :O

28. And Ryusui's last act was to kick Suika to safety! Smart of Suika - or maybe the animators - to make her go into watermelon mode first so that there wouldn't be anything objectionable happening on-screen! This was the act that made me like Ryusui as a character - he seemed like this boastful, arrogant guy to me when I first read the manga, but his saving Suika as his final act showed me that Ryusui truly has a good heart! :D

29. Could Ginro have seen Ukyo's arrow? I suppose he must have been looking in that direction at the time... And props to Ukyo and his shooting skills! Shooting such a small object out of the sky with no time to prepare, or to gauge the wind or anything... wow! :O

30. Oh... poor Kinro... AND poor Ginro... :(

31. Ginro understands the secret message... but the others aren't quite so thrilled to see that he's their only option XD

32. Ah, so by Gen's estimation, Magma and Taiju are SR, or Super Rare, and Ryusui, Francois, and Ukyo are SSR, or Super Super Rare, gatcha-wise! :)

33. Meanwhile, Ginro is apparently GGR, which according to the Dr. Stone Wiki, meanse "Gesu Gesu" Rare, or "Sleaze Sleaze" Rare XD

34. I think Ginro isn't their worst choice, though. If Magma had been the one left, he would have acted with more autonomy and just punched or slashed whoever he came across :O

35. Ginro is a safer option because he won't risk himself or draw attention to himself, and because he'll want to regroup with Senku and the others as soon as possible :)

36. Gen and Kohaku both have faith in Ginro's... eventual... honor! :D She might have been a little too optimistic about his "important message," though... XD

37. Imagine THOSE eyes staring into you through a crack in a barrel (if that WAS what was happening). Reminds me of Mikasa's deadly stare at a certain character in a certain season! :O

38. Goats! Goats with little horns and curved ears and cute little pink noses and grey hooves! Goats! And they go "Baa!" Aww, so cute!! :)

39. Ibara is also a goat fan and thinks they're cute! XD This humanizes him a little, hahaha! XD

40. Gotta hand it to Suika... a few episodes ago, she was also with her fellow watermelons, but at the time... well, a Japanese beach is not the safest place for a watermelon to be :O But now, she's exactly in the right place - the greenhouse, with other watermelons - to avoid being detected! :)

41. And maybe Senku was able to see who it was because the greenhouse walls are made of glass! He called Suika a "mega elite;" knew she would have hidden their little speedboat; and acknowledged her as the master of nature and infiltration! :O

42. Suika, an SSR, or Super Super Rare card, is going to work with Ginro to get the science lab to Senku and the others! :D

43. And Suika's SSR card's artwork had a dragon roaring fire behind her... maybe an allusion to Ryusui, who protected her from being petrified? Aww! :D We have seven active party members! :) They just need to find each other - and maybe they'll do so in the next episode, whose title will be "Beautiful Science!" :D

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[ebonyslasher]

Feudal men with a Plus size s/o

Koga

BREEDINGKINKACTIVATEDBREEDINGKINKACTIVATEDBREEDINGKINKACTIVED

"I'll stuff your cute tummy up with my sperm and we'll have lots of pups!"

Hunts and brings back a lot of game for you, mostly as a courting measure. Koga wants to show that he has the strength and resources to take care of you

"Well, I can't say your crew isn't taking care of you...but I can do a much better job than the mutt"

Koga will roughly squeeze and rub your body when cuddling (or doing other activities)

Also will make different body parts jiggle just to watch

It's a requirement for him to sleep on you...you're too soft

Likes picking you up to feel your full weight in his buff arms

Koga would want you to wear your pelts in a suggestive manner around him. For obvious reasons~

Inuyasha

Inuyasha thinks you are very attractive ~

But...

If y'all are fighting or he's frustrated he will make backhanded comments about your weight. He is pretty....toxic sometimes. As we all know.

Cursing him out or giving him a death stare usually straightens him out.

Or threatening, "Well I guess I won't wear my skirts anymore then."

"Wait y/n, I ain't mean it like that....." and there goes his ears falling against his head.

He will childishly pick you up to show off his strength, calling you lightweight.

You roll your eyes at it but you do love being picked up by a strong man like him...mmmmhmmmm

Inuyasha is a bit of a tsun, so he'll pretend like he isn't interested in you

But, you have caught him staring many times...

...And his eyes always glaze over during your intimate moments

His hands always find themselves holding you after a close call

No matter what, he's the first one to shout your name when shit is going down lol

Miroku

The first time he sees you, he starts praying.

"Kami, you have sent me the highest blessing for which I am undeserving."

Because Kamiiiiiiiiiiii, LAWD, whoever the hell else is up or down there... listen....

"Will a woman with such a perfect body as yours bear my children?"

Uhm, sir I just met you....

He's head over heels, ready to marry you if you say the word.

Miroku, the perv, won't be able to keep his hands off you.

When you two are alone, he gets pretty vulgar with his flirting

"Allow me to bury myself so deep within you, that you find your ultimate treasure."

Although he flirts with every woman he comes across, his eyes always shine for you

If you're sore or hurting, he will volunteer to massage you. And will actually keep it PG...with a little 13 on the side

You don't mind cause his massages are soooo thorough, you'll be floating in heaven the whole time

Makes the effort to be romantic with you. Only you. You're special to this pervy monk

Sesshoumaru

He'll assume that you come from a rich family that can afford excess food.

Of course, he would look at things from a logical standpoint. But that's only to distract himself from ogling.

He's already planning outfits to order from his highly selected tailors.

By the time he's courting you, he already has the colors and accessories- down to the flowers he wants in your hair.

He's very playful and teasing with you when you're together. Sometimes it's annoying but it's never offensive.

"This one does not need to indulge in luxury to feel like a high demon. However, you are irresistible..."

Caressing you happens every night in bed

The Great Lord will allow you to lay on top of him...he likes the softness and the weight on top

Sesshoumaru blesses your body with hickeys and love bites. Your face gets hot whenever your friends point them out.

[theveryworstthing]

So over on patreon Trevor asked for my take on the Addams Family and I grew up LOVING the Addams family movies so here we are. Instead of doing a straight up style interpretation, I decided to do a full on design challenge, using the characters as bases to make a black southern gothic Addams au. I actually drew the kids first, using the character bases of Wednesday and Pugsley to create some delightful kiddos I'm calling Sunday and Blanche. I of course then redesigned Gomez and Morticia into Carlisle and Mortesha.

The Addams have a very specific high aristocratic goth aesthetic (they've got a butler and nobody really works among other things) so in this re-imagining I wanted to go with vibes that run a little more middle class/upper middle class.  I thought it would be interesting to think about what would be considered weird and off-putting in an entirely different culture, and how being a big ol' goth is way less controversial than it used to be.

I tried to keep this short (HAHAHAHAHAHA) so I didn't spin off into an essay about villain coded families, black people in the horror genre, and normalcy as it pertains to social survival, but just...bits of that are in these designs and lore. Keep that in mind.

Also I made the kids twins because they've flip flopped in age so much in different media and also twins run in my family (i'm the daughter of one). And let's face it, I'm pulling a lot of their southern gothic traits from living as a southern goth so *shrug*.

10 thousand pounds of lore incoming loooooooooool.

The Parents

From the moment he saw her he knew that there was a 50/50 chance of him either never making it out of that swamp alive or marrying the figure that was creeping out from under the distant willow tree in a black cocktail dress. The third time she found him trussed up in one of her traps, he complimented her rope work and asked if she'd like to go out sometime after his head wound stopped bleeding.

Or while it was still bleeding.

If she was into that.

Some kids and a mysteriously burnt down Piggly Wiggly later, their love is still as strong and inescapable as a bear trap in a sink hole.

Carlisle Guillermo (now Addams through marriage but I wanted to give him two first names for a name since Gomez has two last names) makes a vaguely described living practicing ‘law’ around town. A loophole king, people come to him from miles around with contracts signed in blood, fights over chunks of hair buried in their rivals’ yard, dehydrated primate hands, memories that seemed like dreams until the evidence of their happenings became too real, and other regular Legal Items asking for counsel which he is all too happy to give. For a price. Sometimes that price is a homemade pie and sometimes it’s a million dollars, depends on who you are. Whatever you’re asked to pay it’s worth that price, and if you try to scam him out of work or he just plain doesn’t like you? Well. He knows how to twist a contract better than anything at the crossroads.

And he always gets his due.

He doesn’t just serve the local (living)humans though, there are many things that need proper legal representation in this day and age. You wouldn’t believe how many city councils try to build on sacred burial grounds even after he lets them know that his ghostly clients are totally gonna haunt the FUCK out of the ensuing shitty condos and curse their families for all eternity. At least 50% of his energy goes towards dealing with real estate bullshit.

Carl is an excitable and good natured(?) man who loves his family, cigars, dancing, and his many knife-based hobbies. People find him very charming once they get past the feeling that they’re talking to a sultry gator badly disguising itself as a human. I didn’t put a ton of deep thought into designing him, mostly I wanted to make a middle aged dude who looked like he would have been voted ‘most likely to smooch the literal devil’ in high school. Tbh he probably has, but no demonic ex’s can compare to his lovely wife~

Mortesha Addams(her name was already perfect so I just tweaked it)is a woman of many talents. A self proclaimed homemaker, she prides herself on a greenhouse full of Concerning Foliage, a beautiful wasp apiary, and a coop full of what are probably chickens that she keeps for what are probably eggs. She’s also an avid creator of the outsider art that can be seen around the estate. She has taken on the family business of selling her homemade goods in a little stall by the road just outside the swamp with her mom, and makes pretty good money doing so. A surprising amount of poison gets bought in quaint southern towns.

Speaking of poison, people who come out to the edge of the swamp to buy it are usually carrying a lot of secrets around, and Mortesha knows most of them. It’s not like she pries the truth out of people, it just so happens that many nervous hellos eventually turn into the tragic backstory power hour if she’s alone with a client for long enough. She supposes that’s just how people are. Despite the fact that the Addams are very active in the community (whether the community likes it or not) she especially, as a direct descendant of the first Addams matriarch, is seen as…Well not an outsider because the community feels A Certain Way about outsiders and despite it all the Addams are their people, but maybe something like an exception. They feel like whatever weirdness they’re hiding can’t be weirder than any given Addams, so they get a little loose with their words.

This is amusing to her, since Addams’ don’t naturally keep the kind dramatic secrets that their surface level prim and proper neighbors do. It’s much more fun to openly talk about those things.

Do they have a sadly decrepit yet terrifying grandma up in the attic? Yeah, like three. They got a tv, all the creepy porcelain dolls they could want, and they’re close to family. Where do you keep your gram-grams?

Any bodies buried on the property? Yeah some, but most are thrown to the gators.

Any creeping through the balmy summer night with ill intentions? Yeah dude, everyone loves a nice family stroll.

What about dangerous forbidden love? If an adult Addams isn’t incorporeal then they’re either queer or in a torrid romance with some person/thing mysteriously drawn to that awful swamp. Sometimes both at the same time. Most times actually.

Mortesha would know.

The current head of the Addams family is just as outgoing as her husband but a lot quieter and harder to read. She never really seems to get mad about much and always has a genteel smile for everyone whether they deserve it or not. A seven foot tall human shaped “Oh, bless your heart”. A perfectly composed Lady even when she’s, oh I dunno, burning down a Piggly Wiggly. You know. A regular southern mom. Chat her up at the hair salon for 50% off a jar of wasp honey with your next purchase of a mysterious but foreboding packet of herbs.

Designing her was pretty easy because I just drew a lankier Grace Jones and called it a day. I had some problems with her outfit simply because if we were going HARD southern gothic then she’d probably be wearing a white/cream dress with a fuller skirt but I thought keeping the silhouette and the black was more important. She’s supposed to be an anti southern gothic southern gothic character anyway. A woman who looks like she has a million secrets who is actually the most open person you could meet. For better or worse. The red hair came from a coloring error that I really ended up liking (my mom had red hair her whole childhood that only darkened up in high school so I can buy that an Addams can be naturally fire engine red) and the veil was to get more of that classic Morticia silhouette in there.

The Children

Sunday and Blanche are the twin children of Carlisle and Mortesha Addams. Some say the Addams clan got their cursed homestead when a wealthy local businessman made a deal with the devil and lost, leaving his grand mansion to his least favorite maid and cutting his losses once he realized that the swamp would do everything it could to drag the house into the water and take what was owed with its horrible curse. Others say that the family has just always squatted there and no one really cares because man, fuck that particular swamp. Have you been in there? Absolute horror show.

Anyway.

Blanche is the more outgoing sibling and quite the engineer/mad scientist in the making. He started going grey at 2 weeks old but considering he was also rocking some extra fingers, toes, and a tiny tail (he takes after his dad), his parents just put it on the 'not life threatening' pile and decided not to worry about it. He's the kind of smart that teachers find utterly infuriating, less a dog eagerly learning and obeying commands and more a hyena who keeps teaching itself how to pick locks. He has a few friends in his school's robotics club (which they honestly allowed him to make so the school could contain his... creations) but mostly hangs out with his sister exploring the swamp. They find all sorts of neat things in there! wedding rings, suspiciously lumpy garbage bags, cloaked cultists who can't read private property signs, it's an adventure every day!

Blanche is all about experimentation with his creations, his look, and his tether to this mortal coil. Is lipstick a cool thing to try? Let's find out. Can he get out of a strait jacket fast enough after being pushed into the depths of the swamp by his sister? let's find out. He's not dead yet and confused local doctors can attest to the fact that he's rarely attained more than a bad bruise so he's pretty set on continuing to kiss rattlesnakes on their cute little heads and have his sister practice her knife throwing at him until that fact changes.

Blanche is very much a country goth. Cowboy boots (customized by his mom), knife, and lighter are daily accessories. He likes to wear the crusty swamp jewelry they find (the rust adds a splash of color!) and despite appearances he does try to keep himself neat. He's just got  natural Grunge Colors and a tendency to wear clothes he likes until they fall apart. Pugsley always seemed the most modernly styled to me (which might just be because little boys clothes have been the same for a long time) so I wanted Blanche to be the most purposely fashionable Addams. Everyone else is goth by nature, but he's the only one truly familiar with goth as an alternative fashion.

I got really into designing Blanche because honestly, I find Pugsley to be the most boring member of the family. And he was hard to design! I had to mess with his vibe a lot to get him looking how I wanted. I know he's supposed to evoke an " 'evil' little boy next door who's parents never reign him in", but that's just goth Dennis The Menace.  I's 2020. We can at least go queer goth Calvin.

Sunday was much easier to design. Wednesday was my favorite as a child (of course) and I really wanted to keep the spirit of her look while adding things like billowy sleeves (it gets HOT down here), big poofy twists instead of braids, and a nice tie. She's a professional after all, been running the local pet cemetery since she was 6 and the previous groundskeeper met with an unfortunate accident after telling her that tarantulas don't have souls. Her specialty is creating beautiful naturalistic animal funerals similar to those that Maquenda (https://linktr.ee/artofmaquenda) makes, and she takes pride in creating miniature dioramas of her subjects after each burial which she uses as a kind of 3D catalog for future clients.

She really wants to try out her skills on humans one day. Well. Publicly try out her skills. Lotta random bodies float into the swamp. None of them have turned down her requests for diorama models so far. Most seem downright flattered. Plus, she usually figures out which graveyard/crime scene they floated over from and gets her parents to give them a lift back. She'll even help enact terrifying revenge from beyond the grave on whoever put them there if she's not, y'know, busy.

Besides arts, crafts, and pet based funerary arrangements, Sunday is an avid lover of archery (any ranged weapon really), books where little fantasy adventure animals die dramatic deaths, and history. She is That Kid who eagerly raises her hand when asked who Christopher Columbus was and ends up being sent out of class after 15 minutes for making 'a scene'. Her favorite party trick is just picking an item in the room and talking about how it relates to either some obscure historical figure with a buck wild life or a horrible disaster. At least one charity pancake breakfast ended with children in tears after her vivid description of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919.

Social-wise, while Wednesday is the girl that people ask to smile because they think she'd, "look so pretty", Sunday is rarely asked anything at all. People just kind of assume from her quiet nature (in between horrible history facts) that she's angry all the time and that she hates everyone. This is untrue. She hates some people but she's ambivalent to most everyone else and even downright friendly if you bother to talk to her like a person instead of a terrifying cryptid. Like, she IS a terrifying cryptid but she's also a little girl.  

That’s about it for now. One day I might do the other family members but for now I’m happy with the four I’ve redesigned. Making an au! Lurch in a family that doesn’t do butlers could be interesting. Over on patreon I put forth that he could just be Motesha’s mute little brother (similar bone structure) but Amy Crook had the nice idea of quote: “ a mysterious "cousin" that "helps around the house" whose origins are both long in the past and faintly unsettling. He's good for lifting heavy things, like that tank of propane you're about to throw into the burning Piggly Wiggly... “ which i now consider canon. Who's kid is he? How old is he? Not important. Anyone willing to commit arson with you is family.

Annnnyway.  This challenge was a lot of fun! I love indulging in AU’s.

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SDC Sugar Daddy HCs (Afab!Fem reader)

(CW: a touch of manipulation/toxic relationships, a hint of yandere, implied smut, age gap, mentions of intoxication/alcohol, daddy kink)

Oldseph

Typical. Not surprised he went after a beautiful young woman like you, especially considering he had an affair with Tomako when he was in his 50-60’s

He would definitely be rough with you, but it’s to be expected

He’ll grope your breasts and smack your ass in semi-public places and laugh when you get flustered and shy

Will definitely show you off to his friends at parties

“This is my baby y/n.. isn’t she a beauty?” *old man chuckle*

Speaking of parties, he would pressure you into drinking and you always end up getting drunk bc of him

Buys you lots of small dresses and lacy lingerie.. he especially likes buying you cute little sundresses

All you have to say is “daddy I want ____.” and give him doe eyes and he’ll buy double of what you originally wanted

Makes you massage his scalp sometimes

Will literally spoil you rotten and get you whatever you ask for, even if it’s the weirdest shit(He’ll even buy you horse semen if you really wanted it)

Loves to tease and poke at you in general

Kakyoin

My boy would definitely be kind of yandere

He literally had no one for most of his life so he wants to make sure you won’t ever leave him especially bc he loves you sm

Will gaslight you if you get angry at him

Loves spoiling you and would def buy you super expensive perfumes and shampoos bc he loves it when you smell good

He also loves buying you expensive handbags and silk clothing too

ESPECIALLY LOVES IT WHEN YOU WEAR SILK so expect a lot of cute silk lingerie, dresses, and nightgowns from him

Loves taking you to fancy ass parties and make you hold onto the crook of his arm and follow him around place to place like an accessory or smt

Would buy you cocktails to sip on while he took you around so you don’t get too bored

Shows you off sometimes at the parties

“This is my darling, y/n.. isn’t she just the prettiest girl?”

Would do shit like that and embarrass you for fun sometimes bc he thinks you’re cute all flustered and shy

He would totally do the ‘grab your chin with his fingers and force eye contact’ thing and then kiss you OMFGG

Btw, hes definitely a sucker for seeing you in his coats and shirts and seeing how oversized it is compared to you

Avdol

This man is one of the nicest sugar daddies ever

He would totally buy lots and lots of accessories like necklaces and bracelets and earrings

And probably lots of loose or flowy clothes

Would buy you any pets you want

Like literally you can ask for 3 horses and a cat and he’s back with people working on building stables and shit

He would take you on once-in-a-lifetime trips around the world at the nicest hotels

Would braid your hair or just play with it a lot

Definitely hires artists to paint beautiful portraits of you

He also hires professional gardeners to plant your favorite flowers in the garden

Genuinely has a lot of wholesome love towards you, and would do anything to keep him by his side forever

He loves when you kiss the scar on his forehead. He finds it so endearing.

He always dreamed of having kids with a beautiful woman like you… would definitely pressure you really hard if you didnt want any

Jotaro

He’s super fucking mean. Or acts like it atleast.

Would buy you professionally tailored dresses and lingerie and demand you wear them whenever he felt like it

He’ll pretty much buy you anything you want (especially if you give him puppy eyes) as long as it isn’t anything too weird

“..Good grief, don’t look at me like that.” *purchases $1500 handbag*

He also won’t let you buy lots of pets like Avdol. His limit is a dog and a cat.

I have a feeling he would pretend to be annoyed when you asked, but would willingly buy you so many plushies???

Takes you along to his business parties and gives you his card to buy cocktails and shit while he goes off and socializes.

And if you ever get drunk at one he’s gonna be pissed af and might “punish” you later or literally punish you. It depends.

Will definitely make you light his cigars for him

When you do something well he’ll give you head pats and stroke your hair

Call him sir or mr kujo and he goes bizzerk

He secretly loves it when you sit on his lap, and he’ll hold your hips when you do

Loves it when you massage his back and shoulders,, especially while he’s doing his work

Polnareff

This man is the ultimate sugar daddy

He will literally buy you anything you want.

Oh you stared at a pair of shoes at the mall a second longer than usual? He’s off to purchase it

did I mention that he’s also the biggest flirt ever?

“Did I ever mention you just look absolutely beautiful today mademoiselle? Not that you don’t normally hehehe”

He says shit like that daily to the point it barely fazes you anymore lol

He buys you the most extravagant presents out of the blue

One time he randomly bought you a fancy horse-drawn carriage ride “just for fun” and bc “he knew you would love it”

Will buy you flowers almost everyday and so there’s just vases all over the house

A huge fan of pda and will have you hold onto him whether it means holding his arm or hand

Also gives the best hugs

One day he adopted a white and light ginger cat that you both named “brûlée”

He fucking loves sharing food with you for no reason

Maybe it reminds him of that one spaghetti kiss in ‘Lady and the Tramp’

Also be wary because he might get drunk with his friends on accident and you’ll have to take care of him until he knocks out