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Funny how people write Wylan as a soft baby uwu when:
“I’m not big on killing unconscious men.” “We could wake them up.”
“If only I could talk to girls in equations.” “Just girls?”
“Where do you think the money went?” (...) “Bombs?”
he was thrown out of the house because he couldn’t read, yes, but also because he was caught? With his tutor? Doing something else than studying? Hello???
Wylan ran his tongue over his lips and spat in his father's face.
He’s just so fucking brilliant?
Remembering things people tell him word for word? Sometimes entire documents?
Finding ways around his dyslexia?? On his own????
Understanding numbers and chesmistry but also complex technical aspect of anything that comes to demo.
Like when he understood what David Kostyk (so brilliant he and Nadia carried Ravkan thechnical advances on their back) was working on with Nikolaï’s missiles and what was wrong with them on first try.
Wylan shrugged. ���Maybe. Not all poisons have an antidote.” Jesper snorted. “That’s why we call him Wylan Van Sunshine.”
Lying to Kaz Brekker
sAsSiNG Kaz Brekker????
“If I spill a single drop of this, it will burn straight through the floor onto my father’s dinner guests.” “Take your time.”
Also he’s pretty??? He was told he would make good work in the brothel area with a face like his????
Despite Jesper’s flirting, he’s always the one taking his chances (“Just girls” and the final kiss) Like the only time Jesper’s the one to take the first step, it’s with the wrong dude...
And he’s so morally gray too?
He’ll do anything for the ones he loves.
Even if it’s illegal.
Kaz smoothed a gloved hand over his lapel, looking at no one. “It’s for Inej.” Wylan set down the dirty glasses. “Why didn’t you say so? What do you need?”
Just???
Wylan????
Someone needs to do him justice????
#six of crows#shadow and bone#wylan my beloved#wylan van eck#please do him justice#this boy ain't no angel#he'll poison you and your mom in your sleep if needed#and he's also a lil hoe#which understandable#like#he looks like a cinnamon roll#but he can and will actually kill you#writing#character study#i will die for this boy do you understand me#i love me some good morally gray characters
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#hamish linklater#matthew kimble#jeb magruder#he has the range#just the cutest lil cutie and the hoeyist lil hoe and also the babyest lil himbo dilf#I’ll take any flavour tbh
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official hsr verse post teehee
mind you, some of this could be subject to change as i play, plot, and actually experience the story for myself. but at it's core, this is it. obv if folks prefer not to play off of the ideas i have here that's okay. i'm always willing to plot and discuss ways to interact. im a bit insane abt this one if u can't tell.
𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: hamasaki kuro , just kuro please.
𝐀𝐆𝐄: 1000+ , his exact age isn't known. he's even forgotten it.
𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒: favored of the plagues author , cat guy ( express crew ) , killjoy , emanator of yaoshi ( not anymore. ) , more to come i'm sure...
𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇: abundance ( previous ) , ???? ( currently ). i do think he'd still be some kind of support character, with a heal or a buff or something.
𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: currently helps pompom with the astral express, and keeping it clean and tidy. he'll help yang too if he asks, and if the trio really need it, kuro might come along with them on adventures. but after the xianzhou arc, kuro disappears. fleeing to the penacony to get some sort of peace... so...
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄: imaginary.
it's hard to say where exactly kuro came from. but it's known that he was once an emanator of yaoshi. a faithful, fervent believer, devoted entirely to the path he was on. no more, the emanator, as far as IPC and the xianzhou alliance was aware-- is either dead or missing. good riddance, kuro's help in spreading and increasing the rate / influence of mara was devastating. a crime, that the alliance still would happily take his head for.
despite having parted from his path, and losing his emanator power and status, kuro is still immortal. a parting gift from them- he had, after all this time, still not suffered the effects of mara himself. wondering one day if karma will finally strike, and infect him with the same madness.
he now resides in his own car on the astral express, along with several cats he's grown incredibly fond of. being a phenomenal cook, and a decent caretaker, kuro helps pompom maintain certain parts of the train. mostly keeping to himself, as even with a haircut, and a change in looks and persona-- he still worries about being found out. and having to face his past head on.
𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀:
kuro's closest companion is mimi, a calico with a short tail, choppy ears, and one missing eye. she sometimes goes with kuro when he leaves the train, and can be found on the express in random locations.
his weapon as an emanator was a bow, with tree visuals.
kuro loves instant noodles, and convenient foods. spicy foods however do not agree with him at all. really likes sweets.
he is quite nihilistic, and questions the law / authority of aeons often actually. willing to challenge people's beliefs on the efficacy of their paths.
#𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓; 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆. / about#𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄. / hsr#𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑. / emanator kuro#DUMPS this on the dash#yes kuro is awful and yes hes a coward#also im a lil hoe and he'd be a 5 star#anyway thank u sm to those who helped me w/ this#runs and hides in a corner
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Valentin & Mitch | 608/?? 🦩
#Cyberpunk 2077#Mitch Anderson#Valentin Da Silva#Aldecaldos#OTP: High Voltage#MLM#Screenshot#Virtual Photography#Currently updating their summer and swimwears appearances so have some repost for now UwU#also Yes- Mitchy missing a lil toof AHGHFHGF#🥺👉👈 PLEASEH... literal GOOF of a man HES SO CUTE#since he probs took a huge blast to the face I HC that it messed with the inside a bit too#soooo took away a tooth while working on his teeth :3c#chipped and crooked them as well#cause im a hoe for realism#Valentin got my buck'ass teef GHFGH and sharp canines
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ALSOOOOOOO BTW THE MODS ON THE CHNTFESSIONS ACCOUNT DONT CAUSE DRAMA IF THE ANONS ARE MEAN THEY'LL GET A MEAN RESPONSE MAYBE TREAT PEOPLE THE WAY YOU WANNA BE TREATED AND THIS WOULDN'T HAPPEN!
#also yall go INSANE when someone doesn't like sydney like hes your holy god or something so its not our fault you can't handle opinions#anyways fuck sydney I hate that lil hoe
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Tarn is a pretentious bitch but you know he's do a great audio book reading
Let's make that clear , his voice is like suposse to be 😩👌👌👌👌
#Tarn#Idk dude I just think while he can use it to kill you#He can also use it to sooth and just is well educated and can read you to sleep lol#His voice is like his thing#Thats his thing#Tarn don't be a lil bad hoe come read me bed time stories#And stol being that kinda of fan girl rn#Same goes to overlord let's be real
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A tired Spectre
#tired of all this bs#jkjk just a silly lil guy moment from the comics#Spectre making this face resonates with me on a spiritual level#(especially working retail on Black Friday 🥲)#me:#sick of these hoes#really loved playing around with the halftones on this one :3#spectre the echidna#he’s also on a one way ticket to#d i s s o c i a t i o n s t a t i o n#crawled back to hell for those echidnas
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HE'S HERE FINALLY
#THIS LIL HOE TOOK SOOO LONG TO COME HOME AND KEPT ON THROWING CATERS IN MY FACE.#But he's finally home and I am going to have a lot of fun leveling up him and all my other new years cards.#Also no joke I got like 12 caters because of this mf.#Also I accidentally clicked the power button on my phone when I saw his little thing pop up.#I got way too excited.#I may or may not be in love with a man who hates me y'all but honestly I don't care.#At some point I got fed up and tried to say that he wasn't my favorite anymore but it didn't work 😒#twst#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#interactions are appreciated#ruggie bucchi
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My homework for tonight: double-check the etymology of the name "Sibyl", cuz according to an initial search it used to refer to oracles
and I think it would be really funny to still inflict Visions And Omens on my Silly Big Weapon Guy. Literary predeterminate naming let's goooooooo
#ramblings#final fantasied 14th being like 'heres The Echo to provide narrative context and exposition and to also show your guy is Super Special'#me being like 'lil guy got that weird sickness others get when they travel through space too much now he Sees Things. inconvenient.'#i dont even have plans to use it to Further The Plot like 'aha we're supposed to go HERE instead-'#sid is just 'man come on im trying to take care of other shit right now-'#'dont have time for losing sleep to prophetic dreams or scaring the hoes by getting a waking vision i just wanna grill for stars' sake'#i need an oc tag#skysail
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My favriote thing is that in dogman that he wnet thru the biggest fucking glowup ever and also became a malewife
#dogman#flippy dogman#mocha.txt#RARE GOOEY POSTS ABY DOGMAN?!?!#ILY DOGMAN!!!#DOGMAN THE WORLD ME THINKS#FLIPPY :)))#HES ONE OF MY TAVS#OEATETIHC MALE WUFE FLOP!!#thats jusy gk in dogman btw/hj#he is a nromal fish that is evil amd msart brain dots drop into his water#and he gains sentince abitly to talk and also oejeyuohc powers#he dies swctients give his dead cropse robot oarts and shit#MAY I ADD HE DIES THE FIRST TIME SO FUNNY 2#BRO FIRGETS HE STILL IS IN A FISHBOWL HOES INTO THE KUTIANS AND FREEZZES#anwyas#then he tries to kill againa and be evil#and lil petey goes what if i befriended him :3#(father figure 1 is lutterly abt to die because he wnated to save you )/hj#FLIPPY WAS ABT TO THROW OETEY INTO LAVA 2 UNTILL LIL OETYE GOES READ THIS COMIC I MADE!!#he crys and goes good first showing flippys tendamcy to get emotinal#unfoktly this means his oheysic powrrs wekan3d and not oetey of frewlflaling into a valcano#lukcily dogman cathces his durture bf bridal style .#and the flippy gets arated and put in fiah jil#and then#lil petey recahees into brakn dots and finds out brian dots make you relaly angey so it wnaat flippys failt <3#fkippy is free and then he aodpts 22 tadpoles that troed to epxlode the world and becomes yhier dad#HES SO MAKEWIFE ILY
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oh my god
#fuck this man has me#i like him so fucking much#he took me to watch the planes at Tullamarine yesterday#literal insanity it was so fucking fun and he knew which plane was what n was explaining shit and i was just kike#fuck hes so cute#WDYM FUCK GES SO CUTE#youre meant to be a hoe!! stop potentially falling in love!!#i still love my ex even if i wouldnt get with him!!#he commented on how i dont do pda all that much too#im sorey im shy#i always think someone is watching#that someone js my mum btw#fuck i like him so much#i think hes a fair whack more comfortavle around me bc his voice sounds a lil different#and its so fucking cute and hot#FUCK#FUCK!!!!!#i feel so shy!!!!#I CANT WAIT FOR THIS TO BE OVER#PLEASE BE SHORT TERM PLEASE BE SHORT TERM PLEASE BE SHORT TERM#FUCK!!!!#ive not had attention like this as well like ever so i think thats also why im enamored#cuz he is literally so kind....#and then u remember he assaulted his ex#to be fair his ex assaulted him too#lmfao#this is insane#OH MY GOD HES MAKING ME FEEL INSANE AGAIN#I THOUGHT THEBINSANITY THE INFATUATION WAS OVER#Bruh
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can't keep the hoes off me!
summary: katsuki's girlfriend can't keep the guys off her, makes me wonder what he's like when he's jealous
“c'mon [___]! you said later 10 minutes ago!” the whiney boy pouted at you.
“issei. when a woman says later. she really means, not ever. now fuck off. i said i have a boyfriend.” you repeat for the millionth time.
issei didn't really listen to your excuses. ‘i have a boyfriend’ ‘my phone's about to die’ ‘i don't wanna be out that late’. he was such a red flag.
you'd complain to your boyfriend about it all.
- katsuki is such a jealous man - someone is flirting with someone he made sure everyone knew was his. - of course, when you started complaining about issei following you around and trying to flirt — he shook it off. - ‘it'll pass the moment he finds another girl’ is what he told himself - but issei continued his annoying ways
“she said fuck off.” katsuki's voice interrupted issei's whines, shooting a glare at the mediocre looking man.
issei turned to face katsuki, a annoyed face now etched on his features. he would've loved to snap a nasty insult at the 1-A boy. but he knew it'd only end up with him in the infirmary.
putting his hands up in a surrender, he shrugged nonchalantly. issei let a small ‘pfft’, as if he didn't care. “whatever, you could find a girl like her on the street for free.”
“yet you still followed her.” katsuki bit back, the jealousy evident in his glaring eyes. even if his netural face was a rbf, he still looked intimadating when he glared properly.
- katsuki would show his jealousy through his hands. grabbing at you, your shoulder, your arm, your hip. anywhere he can hold and show off that you're his. - also becomes extra clingy behind closed doors, with a scowl on his face obviously. this is Katsuki Bakugo, what'd you expect? - like son, like mother. - mitsuki was also a clingy and jealousy lover to his father, masaru. showing her affection in a similar way. - you and masaru often point this out to each other when you stay at their place for an evening.
“lil fucker.” katsuki cursed under his breath, his hand gripping onto your smaller hand like you'd disintegrate when he'd let go.
“stop bitching, he's gone and i'm 99.9% he's not coming back.” you rolled your eyes.
“still.” katsuki copied your eyeroll. as if the roll of eyes were a second language of annoyance between you two.
“i love you, ‘suki.”
“fuck off.”
“hey!” a harmless slap was sent to his bicep.
#📓 — writing#first fanfic on this acc???#katsuki bakugo mha#bakugou katsuki#dynamight#bakugo katsuki#bakugo katuski#katsuki bakugou#bakugo#katsuki x you#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo x reader#bakugo x you#bakugo x y/n#bnha bakugo katsuki#katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugou fluff#bakugo katsuki x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugou x you#mha x reader#mha x you#mha x y/n#mha x female reader
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you know what people are saying when a girl gets cheated on? go for his brother.
a/n not tryna offend anyone, I just love a lil drama
Part 2 here
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username1 Miss Y/n Y/l/n getting cheated on? No one is safe fr
↳username2 Yeah cuz how's he casually cheating on a literal goddess??
username3 they were together for almost 2 years😭
username4 My therapist will hear about this
↳username1 And Arthur is paying the bill
username5 that's it I'm NEVER trusting a man
username6 Isn't that girl Y/n's friend too? Poor girl getting cheated on twice
↳username3 yes it is 😭 guess Arthur got it from his brother
username7 Except Charles didn't cheat 😭 he's a homie hopper but he got morals
username8 I don't worry about Y/n, she's gonna find a new bf, but she wasted almost 2 years on him
yourusername excuse my state i'm as high as your hopes
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username2 Miss girl about to enter her hoe phase
↳username3 As she should tbh
charlottesiine Lots of fun last night🤍
↳yourusername nothing will beat an ex wags night out
↳username2 best ex wags fr 😭
yoursister Next time I'm going too to keep an eye on you wtf
username4 Wait so Y/n and Charlotte are friends? When did this happen?
↳username5 Yeah cuz we've never seen them hang out back when ChaCha was a thing and suddenly the girls are partying together?
↳username6 I mean it could be just a "we both suffered a Leclerc so let's hang out" kinda thing
username5 WE BOTH SUFFERED A LECLERC 💀 no okay but that's valid
username7 Am I the only one noticing this post was liked by Charles?
↳username2 He knows his lil bro messed up lmao
username8 Okay guys so what are we betting on - did Charles like this post because of Y/n or because of Charlotte? Also, isn't he in a relationship?
↳username3 Charles has been single for a few months now, he's free to like whoever he wants lmao
↳username9 It's just a like it's not that deep
arthur_leclerc You were my cup of tea but I drink vanilla latte now
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username1 The AUDACITY some men have
username2 and she was her best friend 😭
username3 I really want to believe they broke up before he got with the best friend but I don't think it's true
↳username4 Y/n and Arthur literally attended Charles' race a few days before we got the pics of Arthur with the other girl
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yourusername you don't mean nothing at all to me
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yoursister And I didn't even have to stop you from calling your ex
↳yourusername why would I even wanna call him anyways
yoursister Riiight, you were too busy getting to know some other interesting people:)
username1 What is Y/s/n talking about?
↳username2 Or rather WHO is she talking about?
username3 No Charlotte in the post but Charles is in the likes again 😶
↳username4 Have you seen what this one gossip page posted? Charles being in the likes isn't the thing I'd worry about here
username5 WHAT.
username3 Care to elaborate?
username4 Charles was also at the club with Y/n. It honestly looks like it was organized by a friend of his and he took Y/n there
username2 OH
username2 That's what Y/s/n is talking about
username5 Our girl Y/n is getting promoted from F2 to F1 and I love to see that
↳username6 LMAO it's so funny because it's true 😭
↳username2 Do we know who else was at this party?
username4 Allegedly the party was organized by Gasly, so obviously there was his gf Kika, but also some fellow drivers like Albon, Russell, Sainz, Ocon, Ricciardo and their gfs
username5 I was joking but now it looks like Y/n is actually becoming an F1 wag now lol
username7 Gossip girl on wheels I've been saying it for months
username8 But the caption SLAPS
↳username9 no because it looks like Y/n and Arthur are having a caption war lol it's funny
username8 It's childish but let a girl heal from a heartbreak in peace
yourusername karma will take it from here
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username1 MISS GIRL?? WHO IS THE MAN??
↳username2 We all know it's Charles (allegedly)
username8 Nah cuz I told yall she's gonna find another boyfriend soon
yoursister Loving to see you happy again ❤️
↳yourusername just needed a little upgrade
username3 I have no proof but I just know it's Charles
username4 Do we think she went for Charles because she genuinely likes him or just to get back at Arthur?
↳username5 Wait until someone starts a "she cheated on Arthur with Charles" gossips
username6 My two favorite red flags
↳username7 The homie hopper and the brother hopper, a match made in heaven
username6 The homie hopper is so real, Y/n recently hung out with his ex Charlotte 💀
username8 What kinda brother gets with his brother's ex?
↳username9 Imagine the next family dinner lmao
username10 Y'all it's not even confirmed that the man is Charles, y'all are crazy
↳username6 The post was liked by all the F1 drivers and their partners that were on the party from Y/n's previous post, it says a lot
↳username2 What @/username6 said and also Y/n is now followed by half of the F1 grid AND the wags
charles_leclerc Not your cup of tea, but my glass of wine
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yourusername KARMA IS MY BOYFRIEND❤️
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#f1 fanfic#f1 x reader#formula 1 x reader#f1 imagine#charles leclerc x reader#f1 smau#f1 social media au#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc fanfic#Charles Leclerc smau#Arthur Leclerc x reader
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regrets
a/n: I cannot seem to stop myself from taking these amazing requests and going on a rampage because Marcus Acacius is my literal muse at this point. I bought my tickets for the movie and I am not going to know how to fucking act in that theatre. I sort of ran with this request, and inevitably it turned into feelings! This un-beta'd, barely edited request. All mistakes and errors are mine! Hope you enjoy what I came up with! (this is before the last chapter)
Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, talk of war, Marcus is a soft boi at heart and he has some regrets about being a hoe in his younger days, *feelings*, also he takes a lil tumble but he's fine! Marcus gets wine-drunk, but he's still in control of his faculties, master / slave dynamic (power imbalance), Marcus calls reader Girl, reader calls Marcus Dominus - let me know if I missed any!
Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader
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His face lit up, brighter and happier than you’d seen him, maybe ever.
You smile to yourself from your place behind him, basking in the warmth of his mirth. The visitor had come unannounced but more welcome than any before him. An old, dear friend from his days as a mere footsoldier in the Roman army. Marcus opened his arms to the man, ushering him into his home with an almost uncharacteristic warmth–to anyone who didn’t truly know him.
“Gods, but it has been years has it not Marcus? Since our days on the march?” The man asks him, a tired sigh on his breath.
“Indeed it has. An age, we were mere boys then.” Marcus drains his wine and holds the cup out, you are already there, pouring just as it reaches you.
“Troublesome boys, wicked things were we not? We seemed to attract all kinds of mischief.” The man laughs, and Marcus joins, although his laughter is laced with a groan, peppered with shame.
“Do not remind me, we were terrors.” Marcus hides his face behind his cup, drinking with his eyes downcast and it’s that aversion that piques your interest. Visions of a younger, wilder Marcus fill your mind's eye, what had he done? The man laughs, and you keep your vigil behind your Dominus.
“I hold the memories dear, even the unsavoury ones.” The man raises his cup, and Marcus bows his head, agreeing. “Wish I had kept the looks of my youth as you have old friend.” They laugh together, clinking their cups and remembering things they do not say out loud.
The night wears on, and they drink until the hour grows late. When they begin to yawn, Marcus insists the man stays.
“Girl, see to the preparations of a room and then come tend to me.” He speaks slowly, carefully.
“Yes Dominus.” You smile, despite yourself.
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When you walk into his room, he sits on his bed, staring at nothing.
“Dominus, are you well?” His eyes lock on you, he sways a little, only a little.
“Too much wine, I will feel this in the morning.” He sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face as you approach. “I should have known.” There is no anger in him, only a resigned acceptance.
“If I may be so bold Dominus, it seemed you were enjoying yourself.” You bring the basin over and dip a fresh piece of linen, his eyes track your movements.
“I saw a happiness in you that I have not seen before, I would see it more often if I had any say.” He tilts his face up to yours, and you cleanse it softly, smiling at the way his eyes close.
“Would you now, Girl, do you think me unhappy?” His voice is soft, but gravelly. It awakens the parts of your body that always awaken for him. It worsens when his hands land on your hips, pulling you to stand between his spread legs.
“No Dominus, well, at times yes. Not unhappy per say, but not the way I saw you tonight.”
“I am happy, Girl. I am happier than I have been in ages.” His hands rub at your hips, sliding down to grab at your ass.
“It fills my heart with joy to hear that.” You run your fingers through his hair, admiring the flush in his cheeks, the sparkle of candlelight in his eyes.
“And you? Are you happy, Girl?” He holds onto you, eyes locking onto yours and it feels bigger than it should, the question on his tongue.
“Yes Dominus, I am.” A long, pregnant moment passes and the tension rises, swelling bigger and bigger. Your heart races and then he rises, or, he tries to.
Water from the basin had splashed onto the floor, and he slips. His eyes widen with shock as he lands on his backside on the floor at your feet.
He sits in shock, his tunic pooling high on his thighs and it’s almost like someone else’s voice comes out of your mouth, a sharp bark of laughter comes out before you clap your hands to your mouth.
He stares up at you, the shock of the fall, the shock of your laughter, the wine, the moment—he laughs; you both laugh. Deep, loud belly laughs fill the room until tears fall from your eyes, until he holds his stomach. Any fear, any tension is gone with the crinkle of his eyes and the rare glimpse of his dimple.
“Oh Gods, I am of a form.” He gets it out eventually, smiling wide from his place on the floor.
“Apologies Dominus—“ the ache in your belly is so great you hold onto his bed. He waves away your apology, and carefully rises. “I did not mean to laugh—“
“Peace girl, it was something to laugh at.” He stands, careful of the offending spill and removes his tunic. “The sound of your laughter is welcome, always. I do not think you cruel.”
You don’t know how to respond, the wine has brought down his guard and made him something open, something honest and human–nothing like he is when he is too long away from the battlefield, nothing like he is when his station in this life pulls at him.
“I have not seen my friend in many years, it was nice to speak to him, to bask in the memories of my younger days. Even the ones I’d rather forget.” You let him speak, the novelty of his reminiscing making you smile as you prepare his bed for sleep.
“It was worth the price I will pay in the morning.” You bite your lip, the questions–the curiosity eat away at you as you move around the room, blowing out a few of the candles.
“I can see the turmoil, Girl, ask and I will alleviate.” He smiles, sitting on his bed.
“Apologies Dominus, I wish to know what mischief you sought out, or rather, sought you out? I cannot picture you a terror.” You take the basin away and he lets out a huff of laughter.
“Do not lie to me, Girl. You have seen my dark moods, I am a terror often.” He waves away the expression of shock, “You know my meaning. In truth I can be brutal, I know this, but it is in battle. In my younger days, on the march I was unruly. I found it hard to follow commands, so sure of myself–to my detriment–that I knew better, that I was wiser than those above my station. I paid for it and learned, grew wise but in those early days, we were rebellious.” He smiles, fondness and the ghosts of his past fresh in his mind.
You finish your duties as he speaks but are loathe to leave him, so you come closer, feigning at straightening out his sheets and fussing at his bed as he speaks.
“I was also cruel.” The smile morphs then, into something ashamed.
“Cruel? I do not believe it Dominus–” He raises a hand and your speech dies.
“I was, Girl. Exceedingly cruel, to women. I broke many a heart, took the virginity offered without a care and left them without so much as a word.” He shuts his eyes tight then and the playful, cheerful mood is lost. “I was not concerned with their feelings, I cared not about their honour, I simply took, and left like the thief I was.” He stares at his hands and although it was true, it had been cruel of him, it was the way most soldiers were. No right, no wrong, just the way of this world.
“Do you regret it, Dominus?” You stand before him again, the same tableau as before.
“Yes, I do, Girl. I regret the hurt I caused, the selfishness of youth.”
“That is enough then, I think. That you feel it this deeply, that you would change it if you could, that is enough. You need torture yourself no more, Dominus.” Your palm cups his face and he leans into it with a pained expression for a moment before his arms wrap around your waist. His face nuzzles against the valley between your breasts and you feel the way he breathes in your scent.
“Stay with me.” He pulls at your tunic, lifting it up and off in one swift motion before pressing kisses to your skin. There is a desire shining in his eyes. For your body, yes, but there are memories he is rewriting with you now, something kinder, something infused with more want, with love—the thought pops up and you brush it away.
“Do you not desire sleep Dominus? You had said the wine–oh–” His mouth takes your nipple in a steady suck, pulling a soft moan from your lips, and any and all concerns about his state out of your head.
He pulls away, flattening his tongue against the bud before moving to the next.
“No amount of wine could dampen my desire for you, Girl. Shall I stop?” He watches you, eyes locked as he takes the other nipple in his mouth and you shake your head no. His teeth bite, the little shock of pain heightens the pleasure and your fingers grip his hair harder than you mean to but it only makes him moan into your skin as he soothes with his tongue.
Slick pools at the mouth of your cunt, the desire for him so great it makes you ache. A sharp, hollow pain, like hunger pangs for his gift, for his body, for his love something whispers again, and again you ignore it.
“God’s Girl, you bring out a madness in me–” He pulls you down, his kiss so feral it almost hurts. Teeth clicking while you taste his wine-drenched tongue. You move to straddle him but you barely manage to sit before you find yourself on your back in the bed you’d just prepared.
His kiss is all-consuming, it is contagious–it pulls you into the depths of his madness. When he pulls away, you’re almost disoriented.
“Spread those pretty thighs for me, Girl, let me see what’s mine.” You bite your lip, skin on fire as you obey. He kneels between your spread legs, hand slipping down to palm himself as he watches you slip your hand down towards the silky hair at the juncture of your thighs. “Spread it open, I would see how wet you are.” he strokes himself slowly, eyes glazed as you follow his instructions, spreading yourself wide for his gaze.
It feels depraved in the best way, to have him watch you while he pleasures himself. There is a power flowing through your veins, something sweet and wicked and a boldness grabs hold of you. You dip your fingers low to spread the arousal onto your fingers, scoop some of it up to swirl against your clit.
“This is what I do when you do not call for me, Dominus. I touch myself like this, and think of you.” His hand lands on your knee, holding your leg up as he moans, wantonly at your admission.
“What do you think of Girl? Tell me–” He squeezes at his cock, brow furrowed while his eyes rake over you.
“I think of you taking me Dominus, I think of how good you feel, how big you are, how I can feel you for days, how I want nothing more than for you to come into my chamber and make me yours.” Your fingers speed up, the pleasure heightened by the depravity of it.
“Do you flutter at the thought of me giving you this?” He presses the tip of himself to your entrance, not pushing inside but letting you feel him there.
“Yes–” It’s a pained moan. The blunt tip of him spreads you just enough to tease, it’s an exquisite torture, one that could make you cry with arousal.
“Tell me you want it, tell me you’ll die without it, tell me you want me, Girl.” He leans forward a little, enough to make you chase the relief of him but his grip at your knee moves down to your hip, holding you there. Your fingers almost lose their rhythm. You let out a pitiful whine.
“Tell me, and I’ll give it to you, tell me you want me, tell me–” He begs now, and you nod frantically.
“I need you Dominus, I need you, I will die without you, I beg of you, give me the relief of your body.” Your tone is high, something frantic, something pathetic, something desperate but it soothes something in him.
It’s a tidal wave when he shoves himself inside to the hilt. The climax spreads through every vein, through your fingers and toes through his steady strokes. He falls to cover your body with his, his tongue licking into your mouth, every nerve alight as he moans into your mouth, his cock spilling his own passion deep into your womb within a few seconds.
“God’s above, I, that was–” He breathes hard against your mouth, his eyes darting about your face as you both pulse in and around one another, “I–” He seems a little lost for words. The euphoria is still bright in your body, and so you save him from himself. You pull him down for a kiss, soft and languid as you run your fingers through his sweat-damp hair.
“Shall I return to my chambers Dominus? Or shall I stay?” You push his hair back. The wine has made him forget himself, has made him forget that you are just his Girl, you have to remind him.
For the sake of your poor heart on the morrow.
“Stay.” You nod.
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kali. elaborate on choso's dick😋
pasiiii bby!!! omg yass i would love to expand on bbygyal chosito's ochinchin.
our chositos dick is the perfect size tbh. its not lung penetrating long like gojos or rip your walls thicc like tojis. but clocking in at 7.53 inches long and 5.58 inches in girth (avg girth is 4.8-5.3). so hes still above average but we don't feel like we are dying taking it hfkshfkjsd.
color wise? tip: #db6e79 (you're low key kinda scared how rosy and angry it looks) shaft: f5d8c6 cummies: #fcfbfa
you feel just the tiniest bit of discomfort. i say tiny cause this man is HUGE on foreplay so you will be more than ready and stretched out (i mean it, it dont matter if y'all in the backseat of the car he will BE your seat and want you to ride his face for at least 20 minutes, thats quickie foreplay to him LOL).
his tip is slighty larger though so getting it in or just the tip is a bit of a struggle but its not too bad onces hes inside. there's an upward curve to his dick that deliciously scrapes his tip along your g-spot when he pulls out and slams back in. oh you couldn't squirt before? best believe you a fountain now bitch shdkfdfhbksj.
before you even see his dick you see how hard its thumping in his tattered black jeans. bbygal gets REAL excited at the thought of fucking us and he's not soo overly large where his cock is too heavy to still twitch as much as it does. you will visibly see (and noticeably feel beating against your walls inside) how fiercely his dick twitches in anticipation/excitement of feeling you.
when do you first see his dick, whether he's a virgin or not, you think he's already cummed his pants once you see how the fluids are slowly but steadily dribbling out of his tip. nah, mamas, thats just his pre. you really don't even need lube at all with how wet he gets you and how much pre is coating him. that said, if you thought he leaked a lot of pre out of his pretty little mushroom tip, just wait until that man is cumming inside of you. buckets hoe. BUCKETS. to the point you think there might be something medically wrong with him...
there definitely is something mentally off tho because normally guys that cum as hard as he does (body spasms, pitchy lil whines and throaty moans), would be too sensitive to continue. but he will cry thick tears rolling down his redden cheeks and onto you at the intensity of his sensitivity as he continues to rail into you. which is a good thing too because he definitely came not even one minute in.
yeah our bbygal is a minute man but our lil minute man is a trooper (no actually he just crazy asf for you to the point of masochism) and will stay hard by activating blood manipulation. yeah RIP your coochie, you better start writing the eulogy once this happens.
best to keep our baby in positions facing you so he can every once in a while snap out of his coochie hypnosis by slowing down or speeding up based on your expressions/cries. otherwise with your face stuffed in the pillow and muffled cries, he might go a little overboard in backshots. the jiggling of your ass rippling against his flesh and splashing your fluids like waves will have him transported thinking he is in the middle of a euphoric ocean, losing himself in the motions.
this is why he might not be the biggest or thickest but you will still be just as sore in the morning cause he will fuck you the longest. oh you passed out? don't worry you gave him the somnophilia pass. you don't remember? oh baby, that's cause you were far too fucked out by the time you did. tbf you didn't even remember your own name then.
but don't worry our bbygyal is sweet and is king of aftercare... once you do eventually get that aftercare... in the morning. yeah he also fucked himself unconscious and fell asleep inside you. hugging you tightly to him you're only a tiny bit crushed and overheated. but its okay cause he is so cute the way he is tonguing your nipple and cooing affectionate noises for you like a baby even in his sleep.
just softly pet his hair and try to get a few more minutes of sleep tho... you wouldn't want to wake him just yet.
you're still tired and he will have morning wood you'll have to deal with once he wakes up. ;)
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Summary: Rhysand thinks Azriel has become oldand deserves rest. And while Azriel loves his friend a lot, who the hell does he think he is telling Azriel what to do? The apprentice Rhysand has ordered Azriel to train isn't lessening his frustration either.
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Word count: 1697
Warnings: azzie being a thirsty teenager, reader being sassy, azzie deciding he wants to be a flirty lil hoe lol
A/n: JDVNJDMSNCSDMCN OMGGG I LOVE YALL SOO MUCH I CANT TELL YOU HOW HAPPY I AM RN 😭😭😭 as a thank you gift for you all being so nice and supportive of me for over a year now, i present to youuuu my first fir for the celebration week hehe hope you all enjoyyy 🤭
p.s: I WOULD LIKE TO SAY THIS HERE AS WELL EVEN THO I THINK IVE SAID THIS BEFORE IN PRIVATE TO MY WIFEY POO. @berryzxx THANK YOU MY LOVE MY LIFE FOR LISTENING TO ME RANT ABOUT ALL THE FICS I EVER WRITE BUT ALSO ESPECIALLY THE CELEBRATION FICS AND HELPING ME COME UP WITH IDEAS🥹
p.p.s: based on an indian song i used to listen t nonstop which me and berry concluded i should not have been listening to lmaooo like what even was that 😭
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"Any questions?"
Y/n shook her head, eyes fixed on the neat scribbles on the pristine white paper in her hands, going through the schedule handed to her for the tenth time.
"Perfect then," the high lord muttered, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the mahogany wood of the table in his office. "Be on time for your training, starting tomorrow. You know, my spymaster is a rule follower and hates tardiness."
Y/n dipped her head, finally meeting the glittering violet of her new employer, essentially.
She stood, knowing she was dismissed, and fell into a deep bow. "Thank you for this opportunity again, my lord. I might not be a shadowsinger, but I will prove to be an amazing spy."
"Looking forward to working with you, Y/n. Hope you will live up to your reputation."
As Y/n now stood in the training ring, sweat rolling down her body in rivulets, she wished she had asked Rhysand more questions about his spymaster. For starters, she should have asked if the male was a grown adult or a terrifying toddler.
Because by the way the high lord had sung praises in the illyrian’s name, talking about how patient, composed and kind he was, Y/n would have assumed he would be a pleasure to work with.
The overgrown manchild she had been training with was anything but.
As she stared into his hazel eyes, trying not to snap his pretty neck, Y/n wondered if he had serious personality disorder or he was going through some sort of mood swing. Because the male glaring down at her panting form was not the sweet, caring and soft spoken male Y/n had envisioned.
"You still have three laps left, and then hand to hand combat. Or are you as forgetful as you are untrained?"
Y/n straightened her back, her mouth shut tight as she released a frustrated breath through her nose. "I know how many laps are left, thank you very much. I am not old enough to forget things, especially not old enough to be replaced by someone better and younger."
His eyes flashed, his shadows thickening. The side of Y/n’s lips kicked up in satisfaction. Her remarks had found their mark. Without waiting for whatever words he was going to throw at her next, Y/n turned away, sprinting her way through the barely visible dirt path around the training ring.
He looked murderous the next time her eyes met his, but at least he wasn't yelling at her to speed up or your posture is shit.
Even though he put her through hell for the rest of the afternoon, it all passed in a blur, because the moment he turned away from her, his hands flicking in a dismissive gesture, she stalked over to the water station and gulped down two glasses of water.
In that moment, only she existed, the glass attached to her mouth and her parched throat weeping with joy.
Mother, thank you for giving us mere peasants water.
When she was done, she moved to retrieve her jacket discarded near the exit, only to find Azriel still present, now conversing in furious whispers with the Warlord.
Y/n had no interest in engaging with them, and by the way the general glanced at her, worry written all over his face, she knew he would try to corner her.
Swiftly, she picked up her jacket, slung it over her shoulders and began retreating towards where the two illyrians stood, hoping to sneak out of the space they weren’t blocking off when she heard their low voices.
"Still, you’re being too harsh Azriel-"
"If she wanted to be a spy for Rhys, she has to go through this training-"
"She’s already trained to be a spy, Az. quit being an asshole."
"If this is too hard for her and if she is going to go cry about it, then she doesn’t deserve this position."
Y/n stopped and turned to look at the bastard, who had the audacity to stare back with his eyebrows raised.
"Yes?" He grumbled, impatience rolling off him in waves, as if he couldn’t wait to be out of her presence.
She let her eyes wander as she studied the illyrian with the red siphons, then back to Azriel. "Same time tomorrow?"
"Rhys has already discussed the time with you, has he not?"
"Aww, no need to get snappy, princess. I’m just making sure you are not backing out." she pouted, fluttering her lashes before turning away, grinning in triumph at the way his face turned red in anger.
Oh, was she going to have pleasant dreams tonight.
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Azriel’s pov.
It had been a week since the fae female started training under Az, and he was beginning to lose hope.
He had put her through as much turmoil as he could, both mentally and physically. Still, she seemed determined to work for Rhys.
Maybe she only cared to prove Az wrong and stay, maybe she just wanted to annoy the fuck out of him.
Whatever the reason, she was resilient.
He put her through hours upon hours of gruelling work in the afternoon heat, yelled at her every chance he got, tried to get under her skin when he knew she would be most tired and likely to snap, put her through every torturous and unnecessary task under the sun. But still, she did not snap once.
Not once did Azriel think she was going to leave, not once did she threaten to leave, not once did she go to Rhys to ask him whether her training was supposed to be this gruelling when she was already trained from Prythian’s best spy training institution.
He was not going to pretend it did not make him respect her. Day by day, his curiosity increased, he wanted to know why she was still training under him, even though he did everything he could to bully her away.
And he was not going to pretend like it did not make him want to get to know her, maybe get closer, because he could not remember the last time a female had piqued his interest to this level.
He could feel it.
Feel himself falling, but of course, like the thick skulled bastard he was, he refused to accept the fact that his respect for her resilience was more than just that.
Sure, she made him wish for a taste, but he was not going to admit that.
He could already hear her soft pants as he got closer to the training area, his lips lifting on the corners unconsciously.
She was standing opposite one of the training dummies, honed in on the battered thing. It seemed like everything else had ceased to exist, like she couldn’t care less about anything going around her as she swung her sword at the dummy, again and again.
Her focus, the determination with which she trained even though her trainer wasn’t present…
It was hot.
She was hot.
She would probably have a sassy remark on her tongue if she knew the thoughts in his head, but she looked like she did not even realise he had arrived-
"Stop looking at my ass. And You’re late."
He glanced up, his eyes travelling slowly over her form as she turned to face him, her hands wrapped around the sword he had made her practice with yesterday. Her chest heaved, her shoulders moving along, the few strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail, that smug smile on her lips…
And her eyes. They shone with delight at having caught him being tardy.
Deep down, it warmed him, but on the surface, his lips shifted into a sneer.
"I think this is enough training-"
She let out a laugh. "What?"
He stared at her, unamused.
"Sorry, it’s just… Do you have a fever?"
He sighed as she stepped forward, slapping away the hand she reached out to touch his forehead.
"If you want to continue, I have no problems. Get started, twenty laps."
She smirked. "That’s more like it."
He stared at her, bewildered as she cackled, then stepped closer.
"I think it’s slipping, spymaster."
He blinked. "What’s slipping?"
She rolled to her tiptoes, her mouth dangerously close to his ear. It made shivers run down his spine as his eyes focused on the training dummy on the far end of the ring covered in long slashes, the filling spilling out in a few spaces.
"Your facade." She whispered, her hand coming to rest on the back of his neck.
He stiffened. "I don’t know what you mean-"
"Oh cut the crap spymaster, I see right through you."
Az turned his head to meet her gaze. "And what do you see?"
"I can see you, starting to like what you see."
It was like a cold breeze passed through the room, turning his body cold before his heat regulating system turned on again, making him feel hot all over.
"And what do I see?"
Azriel knew his game was over, knowing she knew he was beginning to like her, but he was not going to give in to her easily.
"Me. You see me, Azriel, and you like it." She stepped back, letting her hair loose as she manoeuvred around him. "Pity, you are not getting any of this. Not now, not anytime soon."
He turned on his spot, watching as she stalked away, and he knew damn well she was swaying her hips more than she usually does just to add salt to the wound.
Being a spymaster, he took note of the minute details, of course.
Before she vanished down the stairs, though, she turned to look at him. Her eyes roved leisurely over his figure, and when her eyes met his, she smirked, puckered her lips, blew him a kiss, and then sauntered off.
A challenge.
Azriel wasn’t known to be the most competitive person in the inner circle for no reason.
She had just challenged him, and Azriel would be damned if he lost.
He was going to win this one, and oh was he going to win spectacularly.
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