#big fan of this orb

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 2 - Bulky Vendor

[link-links]

if shang qinghua had ao3 he’d use “tongues battled for dominance” completely unironically

[destroyusall]

“𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔞𝔯„

[ ko-fi / bsky ]

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

Idk why i drew this…

[empty-dream]

Years ago, I was assigned the case of a certain heretic. That necklace you have belonged to him.

[gigglehue]

OKAY. last post with my face in it for now, I went to fan expo as Wheatley (1) dan vs (2) and cesare big top burger (3) . And I’m showing you the pictures (mainly big top burger sorry.)

[0uterrim]

moonrise

[please do not tag as ship !!]

[paulisdead]

Of course the beatles museum has a mclennon corner

[1ndivara]

ZEUS AND HERA, this is a redraw of the @namidew 's designs

(they are so PRETTY look at them)

[graceful-not]

UHHH LOVECORE INVIZ @starlo-official @officialinvisibleanon I MADE THIS YESTERDAY AND THEN PROCRASTINATED POSTING IT BC IVE BEEN KIND OF A BITCH LATELY AND HAVENT BEEN RESPONDING TO UR DISCORD DMS BC I AM VERY LOW ON SPOONS TO DO SO TAKE THIS AS A KIND OF APOLOGY ILY YOURE COOL AND GREAT AND AN AWESOME FRIEND HAPPY LATE VALENTINES???

[good-beans]

I was watching wattpad y/n slander on TikTok and that got me thinking this

Everyone in milgram meeting wattpad y/n

So! The thing is! I had a "Y/N with Brown Hair Pulled Into a Messy Bun Was Sold To Milgram Prison!" file open for so long and tried so hard to work with these but I think this is going to be the first request that has beaten me 😔 I know it was supposed to be easy and silly but I'm a chronic overthinker lol -- my only impressions of wattpad style are classically bad/cringe writing conventions (which felt mean to write because I truly believe all writing is good and nothing is cringeworthy if youre having fun!!!!) and over-the-top, rushed romance/sex (which I don't mind poking a little fun at, but i had no idea how to write it without sounding like I was judging selfship or self insert itself ): )

I'm releasing this into the wild in case anyone else has any funny ideas 🙏🙏🙏

[ficsbydemi]

QUIET

warnings: mdni, smut, 18+, praise, nicknames, no protection

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

summary: y/n had always been great at driving, but handling public spaces? not so much. luckily she had a teammate who supported her well.

a/n: hiiii, english isn’t my first language but ive been reading fics on here and decided - why not, instead of just sending requests, i write them myself! i took inspiration from other writers too, my favourites being @cutieln4 and @lnfours

Being an F1 driver came with a certain lifestyle, most of which detailed partying, clubbing, going to events.

Y/n hated it.

But once again, the team had forced her to attend some event to promote a sponsor, dressed in a tight black dress. 

The air was warm in the intense summer months, the fabric of her clothing holding onto her like a second skin, the delicate golden necklace burning against her collarbone. 

And where was her bloody teammate? 

Shaking the thought off her mind, she stepped out the long limousine, the bright glare of cameras clicking around her instantly. 

They hurt her eyes, but she ignored it, flashing her signature smile into the lens of the glowering orbs round her.

The two men behind her, her assigned bodyguards, nudged her forwards past the cameras, towards the large room, packed with people.

Men in shirts and suits sauntered round with women on their arms, like nothing but an accessory. 

Y/n hadn’t grown up rich, she didn’t know how to act, how to behave, how to speak to people like them.

She’d never been a fan of close spaces, much less big crowds - it was like someone had dragged her into her own personal nightmare. 

Y/n could feel her throat closing up, the edges of her vision going blurry as she pushed through the crowd, trying to find a corner, or some space to calm her mind. 

She hardly even paid attention to her surroundings, subconsciously denying a chute of champagne from a waiter, and moving past. 

Her breathing grew raspier, thicker even, slicing her way through the crowds, her shaky hand fumbling with the knob of the bathroom door. 

Y/n’s face as filled with colour, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she slammed the door of the stall, sitting onto the toilet behind her. 

God, she hated this.

She thought F1 was just driving and racing and winning - not glitz and glamour, but she was very wrong.

Y/n hadn’t even realised she was shaking, tears streaming down her face, her mascara smudging, lip quivering, chest heaving. 

Her perfect makeup, the make up that the team had forced to be done by professional artists.

Knock, knock, knock. 

Y/n jumped at the sound, someone beating their fist on the stall door on the other side of the bathroom. 

“Y/n?” 

That was Lando’s voice. Her teammate. 

He shook every doorknob, all of them open except…her one.

“Y/n?” Lando spoke again, his voice more calmer, the banging stopping, “you on there?” 

“Yeah,” 

There was a pause for a moment, before Lando spoke. “Can you open the door f’me?” 

Y/n hesitated, her fingers brushing against the lock, but she slid it open anyways. 

Lando looked panicked, his cheeks flushed, hair messy like he’d been running his hands through it - had he been worried? For her? 

His face melted.

“Was it too much? The crowds, bunny?”

Y/n nodded. 

She could feel the familiar ache in her throat, the same one she had every time she forced herself to hold back tears, the material at the bottom of the dress pooling round her. 

Neither of them cared they were sat on the floor of the bathroom, Lando’s attention solely on the girl in his arms, practically begging for comfort.

“D’you wanna leave?” 

Y/n hiccuped, wiping her eyes, ignoring the smudges of black across her cheeks as she looked up. 

That made Lando smile. 

“Im sorry,”

“Dont be,”

The event was yet to begin, no one at the entrance anymore. Perfect.

Lando tugged on her hand, pulling her along the side of the room, ignoring the few stares they got as he led her away from the crowds.

“We’ll get in trouble,” Y/n hissed, ignoring the butterflies in the bottom of her stomach as Lando held her hand, pulling her to the cars along the road. 

“Takeout?” 

“Why not?” 

There was something almost humorous about leaving an event as glamorous as the sponsor event and getting take out.

And that’s how Y/n and Lando ended up sat rather close together on his sofa, three bags of takeout around them. 

Lando had his feet up on the table, one arm still round her waist as he snickered. 

“What’s funny?”

“You have ketchup on your face,” he snickered, wiping the red stuff from her facr.

“Thanks,” she muttered.

This was more awkward than she thought.

“You look really pretty tonight,” Lando spoke, his gaze fixed on the burger in his hand, “by the way,” 

“Thanks,” she muttered, “you look…good too,” 

Y/n’s gaze fell to her own drink, Lando slowly wriggling it free from her hand and placing it softly onto the table. 

Yet again, there was a pause, before his lips came to her cheek, soft, gentle, gliding across the apple of her cheek.

Right where his lips met her skin, a faint blush covered her skin, her lashes fluttering. 

“This is weird,”

“I know,” Lando groaned, “I’m not sure how to…you know, initiate it,”

“Like this?” 

“Wha-?”

Y/n took advantage of his gaze in her, her lips pressing against his. 

Lando’s hands were hesitant to come to her waist, pulling her closer to him as he deepened the kiss. 

His hands came to the thin material of her panties, ripping it clean in too. 

Y/n gasped, Lando’s tongue taking advantage of her open mouth to delve further in. 

“Oh fuck, bunny,” Lando’s head fell back as her hips pushed down on his aching member, a wet patch forming on his ever-growing bulge.

“Let me do it,” Lando’s voice was raspy and thicker, an octave lower, as he pushed her hand away from his belt to pull the leather off himself. 

His cock jumped free of the restraint of his trousers, thick and long, his tip an angry shade of red.

“Sorry bunny,” 

“What- Lando!” 

His hands tore the material down from her chest, the dress clean in two as she blushed, the dress now hanging in separate pieces.

Lando’s hands fumbled on the table, grabbing his card as Y/n huffed, dress in nothing, except adorned in her jewellery.

“That was expensive, I spent ages trying to find-!”

“Buy it in every colour,” he pushed the thin card between her lips, a squeak of confusion falling from her mouth.

Lando took his thick cock into his hand, pumping himself slowly as Y/n put the card back down onto the side, one hand coming to pull her chin to face him. 

“Spit,” 

“What?” 

Lando held out his hand as Y/n blushed, before she spat into his palm. 

“Good,” Lando muttered, spreading the warm liquid down his length, right to his shaft as Y/n rubbed small circles into her bundle of nerves.

Y/n gasped as he took his cock into his hand, slapping it softly onto her clit, spreading her own slickness through her folds.

His tongue came to the swell of her breast, slowly dragging round her perked nipple as Y/n gasped, head falling back.

“Sit on it bunny,” Lando whispered, his hands squeezed the flesh of her waist, guiding his tip to her entrance. 

“Oh fuck…that’s it baby, just like that,” Lando cursed, his fingers digging into her skin as she sank onto his tip, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp.

“You can take all of it, bunny,” he held Y/n on his lap, lowering her fully until he bottomed out. 

The bulge was evident in her tummy, and she could feel every ridge and vein settled inside of her as her hips twitched, Lando’s dick jerking softly inside of her.

“Ride me…please,” Lando whispered, his eyes a darker than usual, pupils blown up a hundred times. 

She started off slow, bouncing up and down on him as he groaned, head falling back onto the sofa.

“That’s it bunny…taking me so well, aren’t you?”

Dirty talk, Y/n’s biggest weakness. 

“Been picturing how you’d- fuck, how you’d look riding me…with my dick in you,” he cursed, “better than anything I imagined,”

Y/n squeaked, the words spurring her on somehow further, ignoring the ache of her legs as she bounced on him, the slick of her pussy making it ten times easier.

“This pretty little pussy…gonna be the death of me, bunny,” he muttered. 

“Lando,” Y/n whimpered, almost whining, “my legs…they hurt, please…”. Lando scoffed almost mockingly, his hands lifting her slightly. 

Y/n shrieked, the sudden slam of her hips against him unexpected, the feeling reverberating through her body and core. 

She could feel the undeniable knot building up in her stomach, as could Lando, his tip slamming into her g-spot again, and again. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Lando cursed, still holding her up as his thrusts became sloppier, the sound of his cock ramming against her slickness becoming louder. 

“Fucking addicted, I swear,” he groaned, “this pretty little pussy…like a drug,”

Y/n was the first to fall over the edge, her vision going white and orgasm flooding through with a cry as her head fell back. 

There was something so mesmerising about how her hair fell back behind her, how her body convulsed on his cock, like she was possessed. 

He held her tightly, riding her through her high.

Lando followed shortly after, his hips snapping into her once, twice, before he pulled himself out, his cock pressing against her thigh as his seed spilled out. 

His hips spasmed, streaks of hot white cum painting her flushed tummy.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he muttered, mouth falling open, lips parted.

Y/n said nothing, her chest rising and falling as Lando held her, his chin resting on top of her head. 

“Bunny that was…that was amazing,” he breathed out. 

The girl remained silent, Lando’s chin on her head as she panted, her breathing coming back to.

Lando’s hand ran through her hair, the wisps of hair sliding through his fingers like silk as she calmed, her chest stilling shortly, resuming to its normal pace.

“Y’alright?” he finally spoke, voice deeper yet kinder and warmer.

Y/n nodded.

And for the first time, she felt truly loved.

[todaysbird]

what is your opinion on the rage orb, the european robin? I recently found out they look completely different than the ones we have in america and it's so round omg.

they are so cute…as an american i unfortunately have not had the pleasure of seeing one in person but i love them

also a big fan of the pink robin

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Shaken and Stirred.

I was really inspired by this fan art and was plagued by thoughts of a pathetic whiny lil meow meow 🥺 I don't drink myself, but I love the mature aesthetic of it and wanted to... write a drunken confession... to close off 2024...

… DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT OTL wait no please J WORD I CAN EXPLAIN

***Content warning: Alcohol consumption, though Leona is the only one drinking. (The legal age is 20 in Japan; I’m going to assume this for Twisted Wonderland.) Everyone else is having sparkling juice :v***

Imagine this…

"Feel like joining us for dinner? For old time's sake.”

The invitation had come so casually, the same way a housecat might drop a mangled rat or bird at your feet. To them, an easy, everyday act. To you, a surprise you weren’t quite certain how to feel about.

You didn't have plans for the evening, nor a reason to refuse, and while you were busy weighing the pros and cons, you found yourself strung along in their outing. Muscular arms wrangling you into the herd, boisterous yells welcoming you back. An honorary member, the Savanaclaw students had branded you, recognized by their king.

Now you sit in a barstool, fingers on the rim of a cup clouded with condensation, absentmindedly swirling its contents. Juice, its sweetness stifled by melted ice.

Some would call you a lamb willingly waltzing into a lion's den. They're wrong. You are no beast, but a curious observer of them. This is a prime opportunity for that.

It’s dim, the glowing jellyfish set low, faint lights swimming overhead. The music is loud, a departure from the Mostro Lounge’s usual soft jazz. The bass is even louder, rattling your bones like a set of steel drums. Rowdy patrons clink cups, chant at their friends to chug, belt out laughter straight from the bellies. You can barely hear your own heartbeat. The sounds of nightlife drown it out.

Jack lurks in a quiet, shadowed corner, his back against the wall. Muscled arms folded, he has assumed a stern stance but wears a small, fond smile in spite of himself. Ruggie has climbed onto a table, raising a jet-black card to the waiting mob. It’s their golden meal ticket.

“All-you-can-eat food and drinks on Leona-san! Long live the king!!” he roars, and the others echo his excitement.

“LONG LIVE THE KING!!”

You chuckle to yourself. First he rents out the entire lounge, then he decides to feed everyone for the day? How generous of him. Guess the big guy’s going all out.

You scan the restaurant in search of him, seeking out his familiar visage. Long, wild tresses. Sharp eyes, emerald flecked with golden flakes, like the sunlight shining through verdant leaves. The scar that speared his left side. A noble aura, his lazy feline grace.

Leona Kingscholar always sticks out in a crowd, commands too much attention with his mere existence. “That man is only good for his face,” Vil would bitterly hawk, “his only redeeming feature.” And he was right, to some extent. Tall, dark, and handsome are all apt descriptors for Savanaclaw’s dorm leader. Leona is all that and more.

Your pulse quickens.

His shape—you can’t discern it from the myriad of bodies collected in the lounge. A puzzle piece missing from the box of your most treasured memories.

“Looking for someone?”

The question is low and nonchalant, almost musical in its own right, yet you can so clearly hear it rising above the bumping bass. Your blood hums in anticipation, already knowing who the voice belongs to.

Leona has slipped into the open seat beside you, nursing an Old-Fashioned filled halfway with a strongly scented amber liquid. An orb of ice chills it, so clear cut you can see through to the other side. He sits with an effortless confidence upon his throne, as though he—not Azul—owns the damn place. You'd believe it too, from how the patrons are shouting his name like a mantra.

There’s no greetings to exchange. No need to.

"I think I've found what I was looking for," you tell him teasingly. “Nice of you to throw this little get-together. What’s the occasion? Don’t think I remember when you were in this good of a mood.”

“Who said I was in a good mood?” he grumbles, leaning onto the counter. “Didn't feel like being left alone with my thoughts tonight is all.”

“You, brooding? Never."

He makes a sound as if repressing a dry laugh. “You think yourself clever for an herbivore, don’t you?”

“Maybe. Not as clever as you, though.”

“Hmph. You really know how to stroke a guy’s ego."

It’s comfortable, this trading of quips. Safe. The conversation flowing so easily, like wine poured. It is the only true way you can stand on the same level as him.

Leona lifts the glass and downs the rest of his drink. From the way he winces, it must burn on the way down. You wrinkle your nose at the sharp smell that meets it. Earth spiced with hypnotic smoke and the acrid pang of sorrow.

“They serve alcohol here? I thought those jars on the shelves were full of tea blends.”

Leona scoffs. “If you know the right people and the right strings to pull. The cephalopunk said his establishment was more than happy to provide for me as long as I shelled out and signed some liability waiver.”

“… Does the headmaster know about this?”

“He doesn’t need to know.” Leona smirks, placing his newly drained drink down. Immediately, a staff member appears and replaces it with a fresh glass. “What’s he gonna do, anyway? Sue me? I’m of legal drinking age, and ‘s not like I’m passing out alcohol to minors”

“Unbelievable.” You shake your head in disbelief. “You’re so bad.”

“The worst,” he agrees sarcastically. “And you choose to keep me as company.”

“I’m but your humble accomplice, sir.” You jokingly salute to him. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret. Rough day?”

He sighs in a way that gives the impression of saying, Like you wouldn't believe. But that tail of his swings back and forth like a patient pendulum, refusing to reveal his secrets. “This isn’t about me.”

“It literally is.” You pass a not-so-subtle glance at his second helping of whisky.

"I'm the host. It wouldn't do to bring down the festive atmosphere of this celebration with my feelings, now would it?"

You don't miss how he proceeds to take a swig right after his claim, how readily he consumes poison, even when it hurts him. Alcohol, insults. Pain, self-inflicted.

He has an arsenal of tricks and techniques to deflect—partaking in vices, one of them. Leona's magic rendered fortresses to sand, but he is an expert at building his own structures just the same. Studier, even. Imperious.

Attempting to scale the walls directly, you know, won't get you very far. Not when he has gone to such great lengths to guard his heart. There's a moat with leering crocodiles, barbed wire decorating the gates, a drawbridge firmly closed.

You attempt to breach the subject, toeing the line between testing his patience and challenging it. “What is it that you want then, Leona?”

He falls quiet, staring at the remains of his beverage. It’s like the sphere of ice the whisky swims with is a crystal ball, and he’s peering into it, seeking answers. His verdant eyes shift a shade deeper, darker.

When he’s solemnly silent like this, he’s contemplating. His next move in a game of chess, his next words in a debate. Plotting, scheming.

"A distraction," he declares at last, in that resolute tone he uses when he’s set on capturing a prize.

"A... distraction."

He nods, angling his head toward the noisy lounge. Ruggie is rallying some of the guys for a round of root beer pong. Jack’s trapped in a headlock, the hyena urging him to join in. They’re rowdy and ruddy from the exhilaration that comes with competition.

“Get my mind off of things. Take me away from all of this for a spell."

“How, exactly…?”

Leona drains his second glass. The server slides him a third. "Let's start with your day. From there, ramble about whatever.”

Amuse me, he seems to say, even if his mouth doesn’t. The twinkle has returned to his eyes, brightening them like the stars do the milky way.

You gulp, feeling compelled to obey.

Gathering your thoughts and wetting your lips, you begin. "This morning..."

The story opens like a newborn finding its footing for the first time: clumsily. Granted the space to expand, you do. Slowly, the conventions come to you. Balance, coordination. Each sentence is like a step, taken one at a time.

You run through your daily schedule and, reciting it out loud, you realize how terribly mundane it is. Classes, chores, chums. The usual. Worry flickers through you—Will he be satisfied with this?—but he only gestures for you to continue.

“Ah, so I picked up this new hobby recently…”

Leona props his face up on one hand, curled fingers resting against a cheek. He watches you with a look that isn’t quite predator on prey but isn’t quite human to human either. It’s intimate in a way that makes you feel exposed even when you avert your gaze, calculating enough to make you feel like a complex equation he has yet to solve.

“When something’s hard to get, it makes you want it all the more,” he had once told you. The memory surfaces like bubbles in a flute of champagne. Then it pops, fizzling away in a fine mist, and it is gone.

Moments like this are magic, you think.

You slip into a cadence, a rhythm. You lose count of how many stories you tell, how many whiskies Leona slams down in the span of them.

And still, the glowing green of his irises never seems to stray far from you. Vibrant and pulsating, like plants with heartbeats of their own, swaying in time with a stray breeze. Seeking something.

You don’t know if that concerns or thrills you.

"Ahahah…” You allow yourself a chuckle as you stretch in your seat. “This is so strange, isn’t it? I never thought I'd be rubbing elbows with a prince this time last year.”

Leona responds with a noncommittal “Mmmmm.”

He lowers his gaze to his drink number who knows?, his honey-colored reflection gazing back. When he blinks, his lashes seem to fall and flutter in slow motion.

You wonder what he's thinking, why he's thinking.

You reach for him. Carefully, gently, as if approaching a wounded animal. He is wounded--in that frightening way that leaves no visible marks, no scars.

"Leona..."

You hear your name being called before you can tap his shoulder. You look--there's Jack, waving at you. Ruggie has his hands cupped over his mouth.

"Wanna participate in an arm-wrestling contest? Jack's the reigning champ!"

"Oh, um--" you try to respond, to explain that you're preoccupied. The blaring music washes you out.

Ruggie makes a face of confusion and shouts again: "What?!"

You start to rise from your stool and turn to him, raising your volume. "I said..."

You stop. Your wrist is ensnared in Leona's grasp, cuffing you to the spot.

“… Don’t go." His command cuts through the noise, startling you with its softness, its contrasting clarity.

"It'll only be a second. It's too hard to talk over the--"

"You must've not heard me the firs'time," he interrupts, his words slightly slurring together, one melting into the next. Leona pouts like a child. "I’m orderin' you to stay. Stay here, with me."

"You've been awfully bossy today."

"Cuz you keep bein' a pain in my tail. How'm I supposed to..." The more the man babbles, the more confidence drains from his voice. His proud lion's roar shrinking and shrinking to a kitten's mewl. Tiny, vulnerable. "Don't go. Don't... leave. Everyone else has. They always do."

Non-sarcastic pleading? From Leona?

You eye him in concern. "Being serious for a sec, are you okay?"

He winces, like speaking or touching you is a considerable effort. You're set free, his body slumping as he lays down at the bar. His mane spreads out around him like a pool of chocolate. Leona cradles himself against the cushion of an arm, groaning into it.

Definitely not okay.

You pass Ruggie a firm shake of the head--a no to his offer--then settle back into your seat, returning to Leona.

"I'm here," you reassure him with a soft push against the middle of his chest. "See? I'm not going anywhere." Then you poke him on his forehead. "What's up? You're thinking of something."

He peers at you from behind an arm and snorts. "Thinkin' about how you run your mouth a lot."

"You told me to. I'm just following orders--don't you like that? You're so hard to please."

"I have high standards," he says simply.

"Well..." You lift a brow expectantly. "Am I meeting them?"

This manages to draw out a bark of laughter from him, however strained it sounds. He fixates on you, the start of a scowl upon his searching expression.

Assessing you.

“… Why?” Leona asks suddenly. No proper answer. Instead, an inquiry thrown back in retaliation.

“Why what?”

“Why d’you bother stickin’ around? Why d’you…” A pause, as if the verb that comes next is capable of killing if not handled correctly. “Why do you care so much?”

You shrug. “You don’t really need a reason to care about someone. Anyone with a heart would, right? You’d do the same for me or any of your dorm members.”

“And what do you know about heart?” He fumbles for his drink, but you slyly slide it out of reach. A growl of frustration. “All I got’s a big black hole where my heart should be.”

“That’s not true,” you protest stubbornly. “Your students say so many good things about their dorm leader. They all really look up to you.”

“Hah, as if.” He lifts his head and slams it on the table. “I failed’m. What good’s a king if he can’t produce results? What good’s tryin’ if all there is at the end of the tunnel’s darkness? Can’t even dispatch the damn lizard or beat ‘m at his own game…

You frown. “Hey. hey! Don’t talk about yourself like that… and stop doing that, you’re going to injure yourself.”

Leona doesn’t seem to register anything you say. He continues deliriously mumbling to himself, the alcohol having wiped away his inhibitions and all the cards he so often kept close to his chest.

“I never get what I want,” he complains, dragging himself up—but he sways and is forced to hunch forward on his chair, elbows on the counter for support. “Never, ever. No matter how hard I try, no matter how hard I work… It all comes crumbling down eventually.”

His hair covers his face the same way the strands of a weeping willow do. You can’t see what kind of an expression is making. Do you want to see it?

He’s sinking, you realize. The same claws that struggle for a firm grip on the rocky ledge he dangles from, the same claws that render enemies to ashes—they don’t help him against crashing waves, the swamp that drags him down, down, down, into its murky depths. No sunlight, no air.

“The crown… the interdorm tournament... love, respect, admiration... Everything slips through m’fingers like sand. It’s some cruel, sick joke. Must be m’fate as the prince with naught.”

“Leona..."

Is this what haunts you every time you're alone in your room? The thoughts that you're scared of visiting you every night... What you needed a distraction from?

“Get my mind off of things," he had said. "Take me away from all of this for a spell."

There's an ache in your chest. The dull, throbbing pain that comes at the end of reading a sad story. His story.

But it's not the end of it, right? It can't be.

Your fingers tangle in his tresses and brush them aside. From behind the curtain, he peers at you like some stray cat having retreated into its cardboard box. And you meet him without hesitation.

"... Hey," you manage. "I think you've had enough. You're starting to say all this... unkind stuff about yourself, and you're not having fun anymore. Can you walk? Let's get you back to Savanaclaw and have you lie down."

Leona sways slightly. Even drunk, his tone is haughty and shreds into you like claws. "You can't tell me what t'do."

"You're the host," you insist with a smile. The words are his, borrowed, sharpened, and repurposed in your possession. "It wouldn't do to bring down the festive atmosphere of this celebration with your feelings, now would it?"

He stares at you, eyes blown wide. Then his lids lower, lashes shading his view of you.

"Why... Why d'you hafta be like thish? This would be sho much easier if y'didn’t look at me like that."

"L-Like what?"

Leona inches closer. He usually smells of sun and soil, but all of that has been smothered by the reek of booze. Heat radiates from his face, flushed from liquid courage, and hits yours.

"Like there's still a chance for me." He speaks clearly and concisely, each syllable a brick laid out and sandwiched with mortar to the next. Pouring all his energy into them. "Like you still believe in me."

"Because I do. Is that so wrong?" You're unsure of the answer--a part of you, dreading it.

Leona counters with another question. It is tinged with anger, irritation. "Why can’t you be like the others and just give up already? It'd save you a lot of trouble."

"I can't bring myself to leave you hanging on the edge of a cliff. We all want a hand sometimes to lift us up when we're down, so... I want to be that for you. And it seems like you could use that hand to get you out of your troubles right about now."

His lip trembles. Leona's voice comes out huskily. "I hate that dumb, wide-eyed look of yours. So full of hope. When you look at me like that… it makes me think I might still be able to have you.”

“You already have me, dummy. I’m right here, remember?”

“No.” His gaze is intense, almost pulsating. He has a way of scrutinizing that lays you bare before him, pinning you in place and making you inadvertently squirm. “Not in the way I want you t'be.”

Your heart stops, as if he has seized it in his grasp. One squeeze, and he can crush it. It's a mercy he doesn't, even as you erupt into a flurry of confusion, an inferno engulfing you.

"What?" you whisper, scarcely believing your ears. "Wh-What do you mean by that...?"

THUNK!

His balance caves. Leona keels over, the weight of his large body toppling onto yours like a domino crashing into the next one in a sequence.

His head lands on your shoulder, neatly nestling into the junction of your collarbone and neck. Arms loosely snake around your hips, hugging them, his tail wrapping around a leg like a ribbon decorating a pillar. A throaty groan escapes him.

Panic bolts through your muscle and bone.

Your immediate instinct is to shove him off—but he’s heavy and inebriated, and it’s hard for you to fend off the warmth pressed against you. He’s not playing fair. Is he doing this on purpose? You shouldn’t be surprised; he never does.

His low purr tickles you, his breath feathering across your bare skin. He sounds half asleep, caught in that magical twilight realm between the waking world and dreams. “Is it okay… for someone like me to fall in love with someone like you?”

Love?

Four letters, one simple word.

Your surroundings dullen, the chatter and the laughter and the music floating far away. You become acutely aware of all of the places where he touches you, of every spot where you connect. There are so many people gathered in the lounge, but all you can perceive is him: Leona, Leona Kingscholar.

Your mind races, set to a frantic pace like wildebeests rampaging.

Love, the thing with wings that soars high above the clouds. Love, the golden light that brings life to the lands. Love, the wellspring so many drink from.

He feels all of that for you?

It feels like I'm dreaming. Am I dreaming?

"D-Do you really mean that, Leona?" You need to know. You must confirm it. "That you... love me?"

Silence.

“L-Leona…?” you stutter, lightly tapping his back. It rises and falls, rises and falls, like the tides lapping the seashore. Soft, at ease.

But not a response.

One, two, three.

Three seconds. Three seconds is all it takes for Leona Kingscholar to knock out--and he is out like a light.

The party and its twisted beat carry on, the bass blasting in your bloodstream, uncaring. And you remain, cradling a snoozing cat in your arms.

... Ah, seriously. How did it turn out like this?

Upset, annoyance--you think that these are, perhaps, what you're meant to be feeling in the moment. They are missing, not so much as a phantom present. Instead, there's an excitable fluttering that doesn't have a name to it yet.

You swallow, still slightly shaken. The confession, raw and revealing, stirring emotions you didn't think possible before. Emotions that burned red hot, with serrated teeth and talons.

A hand goes to the back of his head, stroking his mane and smoothing it out. It's comforting to him, you imagine, but it's comforting to you as well. Grounding.

You're here. He's here. The both of you are here, together.

There is it again, that unnamed, excitable fluttering kicking up back up. It fans out from your core, from your head to the tips of your toes. You feel like you're lighter than air, flying to the moon and playing among the stars.

He loves you.

Leona Kingscholar loves you.

The fingers trapped in his hair stiffen.

You draw out a sigh. It mingles with the music and stretches thin, a string of fabric pulled from a spool.

Until the clock strikes midnight… Let’s just stay like this for a little longer. That much would be okay, wouldn’t it? We can figure out the rest of the story once the sleepy prince wakes from his slumber.

[mindovermuses]

Dear Critical Role Production Team,

You are sitting on a veritable GOLD MINE of content that should be part of your Beacon exclusive lineup, like yesterday.

After a pretty much perfect 4-Sided Dive, starring ultimate fangirls and voices of so many in the fandom- Aabria Iyengar & Aimee Carrero- the gears started slowly churning away in my head.

Give these ladies a monthly podcast! Call it "Critical Tea" and, with the assistance of the beautiful and ever-present Dani Carr (filling in for Cadeucus as Tea Master), they can bring on various guests and gush about everything that drives the fandom wild. Bonus points if you have Cadeucus voice overs for tea related stuff.

Collect fan-submitted questions, theories, and art for the show. Give them a big conspiracy board with red yarn so they can discuss everything.

They can keep track of random things. Is Vax still an orb? How much party gold do they think Chetney actually still has in his possession? Campaign couple/shipping vibe checks using a different unit of rating each episode based on some joke earlier in the podcast. Bonus points if they pull two party members randomly from a tea kettle and rate their current opinions on the possible shipping between them.

Think of the merch possibilities. Representing the tea company you've licensed with, if they'd like to be a sponsor for specific episodes.

We need to spill the Critical Tea.

Throw a big old disclaimer about nothing in the show being canon, the ladies just want to gush about whatever moments in Critical Role history need fangirled over with whatever cast member, former guest star, or famous friend wants to join them at the couches for Critical Tea. Oh, and Omar cameos.

As proof of concept, please note the following, attached screenshots:

Yours faithfully,

-a fan

[ravenempress101]

Coldhearted • J Yunho

Genre: smut •WC• 2.7k

Pairing: bodyguard! Yunho x mafia!princess reader x mentions of San

synopsis: being a mafia princess is hard, while your bodyguard is cold but so sexy at the same time.

Warnings☢️: dom yunho, bodyguard yunho, implified big dick yunho,unprotected (use protection), creampie, praise, dark intercourse, overstimulation

“I can’t believe he sent yunho of all people to babysit me”whispering to yourself, heels clicking over to your fathers office.

The frustration boiled your blood it’s was almost suffocating. Your slender fingers on the door knob of your fathers office and barge in. Your dad sits at his desk, his orbs from the important documents up to your existence before he stands up.

You know you’re supposed to knock, your father scolds, walking over to you and his fingers on your shoulders.

As your eyes rolled and a sigh fell upon “I’m twenty-two daddy, you can stop treating me like a child”

“Never” your fathers protest. I’ll always worry for your safety.

Crossing your arms over your chest. “I know daddy but I can take care of myself ain’t it weird just a man…”

Y/n glancing at Yunho board frame and his expression toward her felt cold.y/n carried on. “wearing a suit following me everywhere I go a little bit to much”

A sigh came from your father, him sitting in his chair and crossing his hands. “It’s a dangerous world out there, and yunho will make sure you stay out of harms way”

Scrunching up her nose at yunho in distaste. Then yunho rolls his eyes at your childish antics. Yunho was your fathers right hand man and his most ruthless enforcer.

You’ve never been a fan of his, especially after he almost hit you with a stray bullet from one of the mob heists going wrong a couple of years ago.

“I’m going to be twenty-three soon, I can take care of myself daddy” arguing your case.

“Honey everyone doesn’t see you as just my daughter. They see you as my weakness, and I can’t risk anything happening to you” dad replies strongly

Y/n shakes her head from disapproval. He always gets what he wants, no matter how much you prove to him your grown.y/n’s dad is the most ruthless mob bosses in busan, so it’s not shocking how stubborn and demanding he is.

“Heck fine” you spat. “Yunho can watch me”

Y/n refuses to use babysit from a grown stand point. As y/n’s fathers smiles embracing you for a hug “I only want you to be safe, darling”

Y/n’s rolls her eyes and then yunho meets her gaze, her tongue escapes her mouth in a childish way. He scrunches up his face back to you.

Then her heels click out of the office and his footsteps follow behind you.his eyes are piercing and cold falling upon your frame. Y/n knew he was always watching her.

He smirks from behind “you’re such a brat” he comments

Y/n feel her face grow warm in anger at his words. Who does he think he is calling you a brat? He’s only two years older than your brother, San, and he calls you a brat.

She stomped off from him. He’s so annoying. Yunho was the last person you wanted to babysit yourself.

It’s been a few weeks since your father decided to have yunho babysit you. He has been everywhere you go; staying in a room that your father made for him. Y/n couldn’t get rid of him no matter what you do. Her father even called her brother San to help keep an eye on yourself.

Y/n got dressed for her shift at the cafe. Working as a barista and today is your last day because you’re moving to Seoul. A business opportunity is waiting for you down there and your father has a apartment ready aswell. Yunho is traveling with you, and the thought makes you feel so annoyed

She captured her purse and walked out of the room. Walking over to the kitchen, your mother and San are having coffee. Yunho leaning against the counter typing on his screen of his phone, his gaze up at yourself

“You ready?” Yunho standing straight up

She nods, capturing the keys to the car “let’s get going” y/n said while waking out of the house

Yunho steps follow behind you, and once you reach your car, he holds the door open for you.

“You don’t have to do that,” you protesting y/n sitting down in the car.

Yunho smirks. “I was just being polite.”

Y/n sighs, then He walks over to the driver’s side, and once he’s inside, you start driving.

Y/n worked with yunho around and it annoys you. He sits at the counter and watches you work. It’s not busy, so you walk over to him. You wipe the counter with a wet cloth, and yunho stares up at you.

Do you mind if I get started on the homework I was assigned?” you ask.

“Go ahead I’m right here if you need help with anything,” yunho says as he types something on his phone.

You smile. “Thank you.”

grabbing your book bag and sit on the other end of the counter. You pull out your notebook and textbook. Yunho looks over at you, and you notice.

Smirking at him before turning your attention back to your homework.

A couple of hours pass before it starts to get busy. Quickly cleaning up your books and walk around, taking people’s orders. Yunho scans at y/n as she works and every-time meeting his gaze a wink is sent your way. She blushes and looks away.y/n hates that he effects her so much. She wishes he hated him because he’s so arrogant. You have to remind yourself that he’s older and off-limits. He’s your father’s right-hand man, and there’s no way he would ever be interested in someone like you.

The hours pass by quickly, and you’re getting ready to leave. Waving goodbyes to your coworkers and walk to your car with yunho following you. Y/n drive back home and notice how quiet it is. You park your car and look at yunho. He looks tired, and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him vulnerable. You decide to break the silence.

“Thank you for coming with me to work today,” you say, looking at him.

Yunho looks at you with a surprised expression. “You’re welcome it’s my job,” he replies.

A smile creeps on yourself and get out of the car. getting inside the house to see your mother cooking dinner and San helping her.

Strutting over to them. “Anything I can help with?” you ask.

“Go get ready for dinner,” your mother replies as she cuts the vegetables.

Making your way to the room and changing out of your work clothes. Once you’re ready, y/n walk downstairs and into the dining room. You take a seat next to yunho and across from San.

Your mom brings out the food, and y/n captures the fork and dig in. Dinner is quiet except for the occasional conversation San has with yunho.

Once you finish dinner, you help your mom clean up and walk up to your room.

Y/n showering and getting ready for bed. You put on your pajamas and climb into bed. It’s late, and you have an early day tomorrow, but you can’t sleep. Grasping your phone and start scrolling through social media. Her brown ones start to drift off when you hear your phone vibrate. Scanning at the screen and see a text from yunho.

Yunho: can I come in?

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, and a few seconds later, there’s a knock. slowly getting out of bed and walk to your door. She was hesitate for a second before you open it.

Yunho stands there with his hands shoved in his pockets. He smirks at you before walking in and closing the door behind him.

Y/n stand in the middle of your room, unsure why he’s here.

“Yunho, why are you in my room?” you ask, looking at him with wide orbs.

Yunho walks over to your bed and sits on the edge. He looks up at you, and his gaze makes your heart skip a beat. You can’t stop the heat spreading on your cheeks as you look at how handsome he is.

He smirks before standing up and walking over to you. looking up at him, and your breath catches in your throat. He’s so close to you; you can smell his cologne.

“What do you want?” you softly spoke, your orbs scanning both his eyes.

He smirks down at you before his slender pointer finger and thumb enclose on your throat and pushing you up against the wall. Your heart is beating rapidly, and you can barely breathe. His grip on your throat is firm, and he squeezes lightly, making you moan.

He leans in close to your ear, his hot breath tickling it. “I heard you talking to your brother earlier today,” he whispers, and yoir frame shivers at his deep voice.

“W-what did you hear?” you stutter out, trying to swallow the lump in your throat.

“I heard you call me hot,” he says, smirking at your heartshapes

Your mouth dropped from what he spoke to you, remembering what you said to San. You told him yunho was hot, but you didn’t think anyone heard you.

“That was a mistake,” stuttering out.

Yunho raises an eyebrow, leaning in closer. “So you don’t think I’m hot?” he asks, swallowing

Y/n look into his eyes and see the amusement dancing in them. Y/n look away from him. knowing you shouldn’t say it, but the words leave your mouth before you can stop them. “You know you’re hot.”

Yunho grins, leaning in closer to your ear. “And what would you do to me if I wasn’t your father’s enforcer and you didn’t work for him?”

blushing red at his question, unsure how to answer it.

“I… I don’t know,” you whimpered.

Yunho chuckles and leans in to whisper in your ear. “I think you do know.”

Yunho slender fingers trail down your curve and a cry manifests in the air. His hands stops on your hips, pulling you closer.

Feeling the hardness of his length pressed against you. Y/n gasps at how enormous he feels. wanting all of him, but you shouldn’t. He’s forbidden fruit, and if your father founds out, he would be so pissed.

Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down. Yunho’ lips are inches away from her and she just want to kiss him

Are you sure you want this? He murmured deeply against your heartshapes.

Y/n nods toward his question, pulling him down to plaster her mouth on his. Yunho’s heartshapes are hot against yours, he kisses you with so much dominance. A moan is eaten by his lips. He grips your body tighter to him feeling his member harden more.

Pulling you away from the wall and walks you over to your bed.laying y/n frame on the bed he hovers over your thick body, breaking the kiss. Scanning down at your features, his eyes grew dark before kissing again.yunho’s pointer finger roam over your pajama shirt and capture your perky breasts and squeezed.

Y/n mewl into the kiss, and a grin formed against your lips. He breaks the kiss and looks down at you.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” yunho whispers, making you shiver.

His hands finds the hem of your pajama shorts and pulls them off. He throws them on the floor and looks at your naked lovebox. Y/n face turns hot and red . She covers her face with her arm.

He chuckles and grabs your arm, pulling it away from your face. “Don’t be shy,” he says. “You are so beautiful.”

blushing even more at his words. He leans down and chaste kisses your lips before trailing his mouth down your neck. He stops at your right breast and pulls down your bra, your hard nipple appears. He leans down, taking it into his warm mouth.

“Ahhhhh yunhooo, your mouth feels so good” her fingers flew to his chestnut locks. Suckling on her nipple and his teeth graze it and nibbles. A whimper filled his ears as he grins against your bud before moving to the other one.

He leans up and pulls his shirt off, throwing it on the floor. He reaches down and pulls his length out of his sweatpants. His slender finger trails up his shaft to the tip, and y/n smirks at the size of it.

sitting up and push him onto his back. Y/n lean down and pull down his sweatpants and throw them on the floor. You lean down, taking his length into your mouth.

“Fuck,” yunho booms, throwing his head back in pleasure.

Y/n bobbing her head up and down, swirling your tongue along the tip of his cock. He grunts, thrusting his hips forward. gagging around his shaft, and tears well up in your eyes.

He groans curses, grabbing your hair and thrusting up his hips. choking around his length . He uses your mouth as his personal toy, and you love it. Y/n fell in love of the feel of his hard member in your mouth and his taste on your tongue.

She reach down and stick two fingers inside herself . Y/n sniffle around his shaft as you finger yourself. Yunho whine her name and thrusts harder.

He pulls you off him, and strings of saliva fall from your lips. Y/n gaze up at him with tears spilling from her eyes and a puckered lips.

“You look so pretty with my cock down your throat,” he grins, pulling you up.

Yunho flips you over, so you��re on your hands and knees. He grabs your hips, pulling you towards his cock.

A loud slap hung in the air from his assault on your ass, making you yelp. smirking before pushing his length inside you with one swift motion. A moan escape from your wet mouth, burying your face into the mattress. He thrusts hard, making your breasts bounce. He grabs your waist, pulling you back and forth on his cock.

You moan loudly, pushing your ass back against him. He grunts, slapping your ass again. He leans over you, kissing your shoulder as he continues to drive inside you hard.

Y/n plunge her ass back, meeting his assaults. He groans, pounding faster. You can feel yourself about to cum, and it feels so overwhelming.

You’re so close, and just as you’re about to cum, he stops and pulls out. You look back at him and whine. “Why did you stop?”

“I just wanted to tease you,” he smirks.

Y/n pout, and he leans in, placing a kiss on the side of your mouth. She wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer. He breaks the kiss, and before you can say anything, he’s pushing his cock back inside you.

She moan as he starts to accelerate again. He pulls you back, so your back is against his chest. He wraps his arm around you and uses his other hand to squeeze your neck

You throw your head back against him, your mouth parted as gasps fell. You’re so close to cumming again, and just as you are, he stops.

“No! Why?” you whine, looking back at him.

He grins and flips you over. He leans down, lifting your leg over his shoulder. He pushes his cock inside you and penetrated deep.

Y/n moan his name, and he groans. He continues to thrust animalistic making your bed creak. your nails down his back marking him red, his lips fills with grunts. He grabs your throat, squeezing lightly as he thrusts even faster.

You moan, getting close to cumming again. You hope he doesn’t stop this time. You’re so close, and it feels amazing.

He thrusts faster, making you whimper and moan. Y/n felt her high lace her body and She cum around his cock, and your pussy clamps down on him. He grunts but doesn’t stop thrusting. You whine that you’re sore, but he just grins.

“You can take a little more,” his deep voice booms in your ear.

He thrusts harder and faster, and you feel yourself getting close again.

“You’re going to cum again,” he grunts, leaning down and biting your neck a red and blue mark appears.

scratch his back again. Y/n clenched around his 9inch length and robes of cum spirted out of her and around him, and he grunts. He stops thrusting, and you feel his cum fill you up. You pant, trying to catch your breath as yunho pulls out and lies next to you.

He pulls you closer, and you rest your head on his chest. You look up at him and blush. “That was…” you start, but yunho interrupts you.

“Amazing?” he smirks, pulling you closer to kiss your forhead

You smile and nod. “Yeah.”

Yunho smiles down at you. “Get some sleep,” he whispers. “We have an early flight tomorrow.”