#but hearing someone passionately tell you about how much they care about a piece of media really makes it feel special

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Hello 👋 could I please request headcanons for leona's fem s/o defending him everytime one of the other characters start making backhanded comments to his face (if you've seen some of the vignettes you'll know what I mean) she doesn't reveal things like he's depressed or anything (tho he is) she just tells them it's shitty of them calling him lazy/selfish constantly without even knowing him personally

[Everyone treats leona like crap and I take personal offense to it >:( ]

You know i make fun of him on a regular basis. but theres a line thats gotta be drawn when it comes to leona bullying. cause damn this guy needs a real Break he cant even have issues in peace

𐙚 Leona Kingscholar

Before you got closer to him, there’s a fair chance the comments didn’t even stand out to you at all. It always felt a little unfair, yes, but not in a way that was particularly shocking, they were all just rude comments like any other. Back when you weren’t quite friends yet, and maybe even at the start of your friendship, you might have interjected with a simple ”hey, he’s not that bad” or "you don’t need to be rude about it”. It was just a gesture of basic politeness then, something the people around you seemed to lack.

But obviously, your perception of those interactions, and the way you see Leona’s situation itself, soon went through a rather radical change. Possibly even before you two started dating, or even before he “told you too much” — His own words, mumbled dismissively but bitterly, the day he came back after spending a weekend with his family and then proceeded to complain for a little longer than usual — As he warmed up to you, you started to notice things about him more. You started to see the spark of actual passion he has in his eyes during his club activities, the level of detail he gets into when analyzing things, the precise way he moved his chess pieces when you two played...

Above all, though, you started to notice how he often looked actually tired when he took part in any of the “slacking” he’s so infamous for. Learning the littlest bit more about his family life just worked as the final piece of the puzzle you’d been putting together without even noticing — And then, other people’s “rudeness” started to sound like something much more cruel. It didn’t help that he never seemed to react to it whenever he overheard others gossiping, or whenever you told him about the things you heard. “Why doesn’t he care?” The thought would echo in your mind for ages, trying to understand him through the tiny slivers of vulnerability he didn’t mean to show.

Now, as his girlfriend, you feel you just can’t let people say whatever they want, and you feel it more strongly than you ever have. ”Why don’t you mind your own business instead of talking about someone you don’t really know?” You snap back on instinct when one of your classmates, who was in Savanaclaw, comments on how lazy their dorm leader is. Their mouth closes instantly, regardless if you’ve made your relationship public or not — You realize that, on top of all the negative treatment Leona got, it was also extremely rare for others to defend him in any way at all. Enough that even a response that simple elicits shock from others.

”You know, it’s crazy to see you hanging out with Leona like that. I never thought I'd see anyone get so excited to spend time with him.” You hear some other day, while spending time in Savanaclaw’s common area, sat right next to Leona, and it just makes your blood boil. He’s just half-glaring at your particularly cocky acquaintance, sighing like he’s heard it a million times before, which you know he probably has. ”Hey, make sure you don’t get too influenced, we don’t need another person who just sleeps all day—”

”Yeah, you’re right. This type of person can be such a pain. I’m so glad I don’t know anyone who’s, you know, actually like that.” You say through grit teeth, just barely holding back aggression, and in the corner of your vision, the subtle flash of surprise in Leona’s face only encourages you to continue. ”Imagine if like, the Magift team had this sort of player in it… the club would be done for.”

They stare at you with wide eyes, having very much picked up on the aggression. The entire room is silent, you refuse to break eye contact, arms firmly crossed. ”Well, I mean…” The student stammers, but then, Leona himself speaks up for once. ”Did you not get her message? You need me to tell you to shut up instead?” He snaps, and they frantically shake their head, eyes fixed on the ground. You feel pride swelling in your chest, almost unable to hold back your smile.

”You know, Herbivore, if I needed a bodyguard I’d already have one.” He tells you later, in that same day. His tone has that snarky edge that feels like his default, but it’s much less pronounced than usual. You can even see a sort of softness in his eyes while he tries to play it cool. But needing and deserving are two different things, you think. As interactions like these repeat, with you defending him every time, you hope your message fully gets through to him, one day.

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Wriothesley Headcanons

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A/N; Something simple while I work on pt. 2 of “sweet mornings” (and some other ideas lol)!! I hope everyone’s pulls went well :)

Content; NSFW 18+ headcanons included

Wc; 1.6k

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☆ Outside of the Fortress, Wriothesley refrains from big shows of PDA, always concerned somebody may target you because of it, because of him. Even if you can handle yourself, he can’t help being too careful.

☆ He’ll always hold your hand or take a quick kiss on the cheek though.

☆ When you’re in the Fortress, Wriothesley can’t seem to leave you alone except for when he’s working. If he has any free time, he’ll immediately come find you and be all over you. Unless you’re the one working of course, then he’ll merely sit nearby and enjoy your presence.

☆ If you visit him while he’s working, you’ll usually find yourself in your comfortable spot curled up in his lap. Wriothesley certainly doesn’t mind, it’s quite easy to keep reviewing and signing documents while you doze off with your head tucked nicely beneath his chin, one arm wrapped snugly around you.

☆ You spend every meal together, either in his office, in the cafeteria, or out in the overworld when you two can sneak away for lunch. It’s something he always looks forward to, those simple moments with you where he can set aside his duties for a little while.

☆ Wriothesley can read you like a book, no matter how well you think you’re hiding your emotions. He’s gotten a knack for it after having to read the faces and body language of all the prisoners that come through the Fortress.

☆ That’s why he finds himself able to trust you more than anyone else. He feels inexplicably at ease around you, your honesty in all senses calming something within him.

☆ It took Wriothesley almost a year of knowing you before he let you finally investigate his gauntlets after your incessant asking. You’d said you were fascinated by the machine work and whenever he brought them out you were always staring with wide eyes. The ecstatic grin you gave him when he agreed at last is something he won’t forget.

☆ Wriothesley loves to listen to you talk, your voice is one of his favorite sounds. He thinks it’s adorable when you get excited about something you’re passionate about, going on and on about it with this sparkle in your eye. You always share new discoveries in your research or the plot of the latest book you’ve been reading (he never has time to read so he likes hearing you tell him the story instead), and it couldn’t make him happier.

☆ Sometimes old memories get the better of him. Sometimes he’ll wake with a start, his heart beating too fast and a thin layer of sweat on his skin. When that happens, you’ll brush his hair out of his face, tell him he’s okay, and take him upstairs so you can make him some tea. You’ll sit with him in silence until he feels better, until his mind has calmed and those dark memories are beaten back to where they came from. You know he’s alright when his hand finds yours, a whispered thanks falling from his lips.

☆ Wriothesley comes to bed late most nights, slipping under the covers so carefully to try not to disturb you. It’s usually futile, your brain subconsciously waiting for him to join you and so when he’s finally there, you immediately cuddle into him. He’ll put those strong arms around you and it makes everything right in your world. You both are out like lights a minute later.

☆ He’s in constant disbelief that you’re his. He never expected to find someone like you, someone who fits with him like his missing puzzle piece. You’re so perfect that he sometimes feels guilty about it, about keeping you down in the Fortress with him, deep under the sea. You’re always quick to reassure him, promising you’re there purely of your own decision. You’ll tell him how much you love him again and again until any trace of doubt is washed away for good.

☆ You adore caring for Wriothesley, when he’ll let you. You can tell he’s been independent his whole life, eager to do things by himself, so you try to help with the small things. Brewing the hot water for his tea, delivering paperwork, fixing up any kind of busted machinery. Then, in the later hours, you’ll hold him close and run your fingers through his black and silver hair, reveling in the way you feel his body relax against yours, his content sigh tickling your skin.

☆ Wriothesley is always holding you at night, your warmth being the best way to chase off the cold he feels creeping in his bones. He enjoys when you snuggle right into his side the most, not even a hairsbreadth of space between your bodies.

☆ Sometimes he’ll stop by your office just to see what music you’re listening to. You always have something unique playing, something he hasn’t heard before in any of the operas or shops around Fontaine. It’s vastly different from the classical he has playing in his own office, but he’s quickly come around to the pumped up beats and vocals.

☆ Sigewinne is beyond grateful that you showed up in the Fortress. She’s never seen the Duke so consistently at ease and she knows she has you to thank for that. She’ll giggle to herself over the way he follows you like a dog sometimes.

☆ You’re very flexible with his work schedule, knowing how unpredictable or brutal it can be some days. There’s been a few instances where your dates have consisted of just sitting quietly in his office while you both work, enjoying each other’s company. Wriothesley thinks himself unbelievably lucky to have found someone like you who’s actually happy simply working beside him when the papers pile a bit too high.

☆ He’s always sure to take you someplace nice after days like those.

☆ You box together! He originally scoffed at the idea when you suggested it, but decided to humor you after seeing you were dead serious. He tried to go easy on you, holding his strength and thinking this was just something for you to get out of your system, but very quickly had to switch up when he realized you were extremely intent on knocking him on his ass. Now you two go blow for blow without a second thought, much to Sigewinne’s dismay.

☆ Your boxing matches are a great way to release tension or to get warmed up. More often than not, they result in you pinned under Wriothesley after he got a little too hot and bothered by your sweaty body and displays of strength.

☆ Being in your arms is Wriothesley’s safe space. When something’s troubling him, or he’s had a rough day, or when he just needs you, that’s where he’ll find himself. It washes away all his worries, even if for only a little while.

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☆ Wriothesley very much enjoys using his full body weight against you, pressing into you and pinning you to the bed so that all you can feel is him.

☆ Trust that he will be using those sharp canines. He loves to nip at your skin and hear the noises you make.

☆ He’s put his handcuffs to use more than a few times. It all started when you offhandedly asked about them, trying to be sly, and as a response he locked them onto your wrists and watched as your face turned red. It was a long while before they finally got taken off.

☆ Morning sex is one of his favorites. Fucking into you first thing is a great way to start his day and keep him going, your quiet moans and soft body so perfect for him.

☆ Wriothesley is big on praise, giving it to you whenever he can. Saying how good you are, how well you take him, how much you were made for him, how much he loves you. He can’t degrade you unless you ask, but even then he has to make up for it with plenty of kisses afterwards.

☆ There’s times where he’ll tease you relentlessly, bringing you up and down again over and over until you’re begging and in tears. He can’t help it, you look pretty when you cry.

☆ If you’ve been gone for a while, like on a trip for work, it’s impossible to get him off you. He’ll take you wherever he can; in bed, on his desk, on the couch, in your office. He can’t get enough of you and he missed you so much. His nights were so lonely without you, spent with his face buried in your pillow while he rutted against the sheets, having to use his hand to get off.

☆ Wriothesley is very cuddly after sex, pulling you in and encasing you with his big, warm body. Even if he has somewhere to be, he’ll take at least a few minutes to just bury his head in the crook of your neck and breathe you in. You think he does it to ground himself.

☆ He’s always ready to try new things with you when you suggest it. He’s eager to please you, to let you use him the way you want. Seeing you lost in your pleasure is something he takes great joy in. It’s a two way street of course—you always return the favor.

☆ You’re constantly amazed by his body, his strength and all his scars. You see that and think of how gentle Wriothesley is despite it all, how much he cares for those around him, your wonderful man. On quieter nights, you’ll take your time kissing each of his scars, of which there’s many. You love doing it because it’s the one thing that makes him flustered, a pretty blush on his face when you’re only halfway through.

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Kiss me before you leave.

John Egan X Female! Reader

Summary: Y/n and Bucky's relationship during the years of the war.

Warning: crying/ mention of POW camp/ use of Y/n/

Word count: 2k

1940, Manitowoc, Wisconsin

He was leaving, he was actually going on the boat and leaving to fight the war. She couldn’t believe it, and he just gave her a letter. She read it again, in case she missed something.

My dear Y/n,

I’m leaving for England today at 9:30 at the docks, I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you in person, but I’m so scared of hurting you. I want to fight for my country. When I come back, we’ll get married because you’re the love of my life. If you still want me, of course, I’ll send you a letter when I’m assigned to a base, so you can write to me. I’ll think about you every second, I’ll think about you in ways that can’t be written. I love you so much, my darling.

Forever yours, Bucky.

She looked at the time, it was 9:05, she could make it in time. Without even thinking, she took her brother’s bike and rode it down the street, she was pedaling so fast, but she didn’t care if she crashed, she wanted to see him one last time before his departure. She didn’t want to cry, but if she missed him, she was going to. She felt a lot of emotions, sadness, anger and love. She was sad that he was leaving, angry at the way he left and in love because he promised to marry her when he got back. Her hair flew in the wind, her skirt too, she couldn’t care less, she wanted to see him.

He felt bad for the way he left her, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell her in person. He was looking at the window when he saw someone riding a bike, really fast. Then he recognized his girlfriend. He let out a small laugh before sticking his head out the window. ‘’Y/n!’’ he yelled her name, she searched for a second the person that called her name, then she saw him. She ran in front of the window, but he was too high for her to reach him. ‘’Seriously Bucky! That’s how I learn you’re leaving? You could’ve at least kissed me before you left!’’ she screamed, in anger, but she was painting from the bike ride she just had. ‘’Sorry honey, I can’t hear you!’’ he was smirking, he heard her, he just didn’t want to argue with her.

Soldiers that were still boarding saw the scene. ‘’S’cuse me miss, if you want, we can help ya get up’’ one of them said to Y/n. ‘’Please’’ she begged. Next thing she knew, she was being lifted by a group of soldiers, she didn’t care if they looked under her skirt, she could reach her boyfriend. When she was equal to him, she pulled him by the tie, an inch to her lips. ‘’You’re really lucky that I’m in love with you John Egan’’ she smiled before kissing him. He instantly kissed her back, adding more passion to it. Soldiers beneath them were cheering for the couple. They pulled back to catch their breath. ‘’I love you too, doll’’ he smirked. They kissed for what felt like an eternity, but they were stopped by the boat horn.

‘’Be safe, I want my future husband in one piece!’’ she said as the soldiers brought her back to the ground. ‘’I promise, I love you so much!’’ he blew a kiss to her. She looked at the group of soldiers that helped her. ‘’Thank you so much, be careful’’ she thanked them. She smiled at Bucky as she watched the boat leave the dock. He was waving to her, she was crying from sadness, but smiling and laughing at the same time. Other wives and girlfriend were on the dock, crying too. ‘’Write to me!’’ she yelled. She only saw him make a thumbs up. She stayed on the dock until the boat was out of sight, she kept crying until tears didn’t fall down. She couldn’t wait to write to him.

1942, Thorpe Abbotts, England

Bucky smiled as he saw the envelope with his name on it, it was from his girl. He sat down on his bed before opening it. Inside there was a letter, a picture and one of her hair ribbons. He opened the letter, smelled it before reading it.

My dear John,

I miss you every second. Yesterday, one of the kids at school asked me if I was in love. I said yes and got to talk about you with little Timmy Harrison. I even showed a picture of you in class, Ruby said you were really handsome. I found out someone took a picture of us at the dock, I put it in the envelope, so you’d have it. I found it really funny and quite beautiful. In your last letter, you said that you were homesick, I hope it goes away. I hope you're giving the Germans what they deserve. After Pearl Harbor, a lot of men left, we woman, are lonely too. I also give you one of my ribbons, I thought you might like it. Oh, and I have gossip. Do you remember Olivia Dunham? Well, I found out that she cheated on her husband and got pregnant with none other than William Rogers, her music teacher. It was quite the gossip this week. You’ll be pleased to hear that the Yankees won their match and are going to the world series, but I think you found a way to listen to the game with a radio. I miss you, John, I pray that you come home safe, I can’t wait to be Y/n Egan. I love you so much. It hurts when you’re not around. But I know you’re away for a good reason. You’re my hero and the kid’s hero. They call you super John.

PS: Say hi to Buck, Croz, and Curt for me. And tell Curt to stop spooning with you, or I’ll come on the base to tell him.

Forever yours, Y/n

He laughed and smelled her ribbon; it smelled like her. He looked at the picture, he missed her so much, but he was happy that she was okay. Her job as a teacher was keeping her busy, so she had less time to worry about him. He put the picture on his wall, and he tied the ribbon around his right wrist. Bucky sniffed the letter one last time before putting it with the others. He couldn’t wait to get home, he wanted to be with her so much, so he picked up his pen and started to write.

1942, Manitowoc, Wisconsin

Y/n and Marge sat at the table with their letters in hand. Buck actually sent a letter to Y/n in 1941, asking her to look out for Marge, they became friends ever since. ‘’Ready?’’ Marge asked, holding her letter. Y/n nodded and opened the envelope, inside, it had the letter, a picture of a dog and a dollar bit that had two corners bitten off.

My darling Y/n,

Of course, I remember Olivia! I can’t believe she cheated on her husband. I’m glad that the kids like me and think I’m a hero because I don’t really feel like it. It’s hard here. Missions are more regular and harder. The dog on the picture is Meatball, one of the guys brought him on the base, and I know how much you like dogs, so I thought you might like him. He even flies with us sometimes, but he’s howling all the time. Tell Ruby that I’m already in love with someone, or don’t I don’t want to break her heart. Thank you for the ribbon, I wear it around my wrist. It’s my lucky charm. That’s why I send you my lucky deuce, I have a new charm, I don’t need my old one. The guys love the picture of us. They’re jealous of us. I can’t wait for you to be my wife. Thank you for the Yankees news. Can you keep me updated on their journey to victory? I love you most, my darling.

PS: The guys say hi. Curt says he can’t stop spooning with me, even if it’s the fifth time you asked him, it’s cold in England.

Yours truly, John.

Y/n was giggling at the letter, God she was in love with him. When Marge finished her letter, she was smiling too. She even had happy tears streaming down her face. ‘’What’s wrong?’’ Y/n asked. She showed the ring that Buck sends her. ‘’He popped the question’’ she giggled. ‘’Oh my God! I’m so happy for you! Congratulations!’’ she hugged Marge, laughing in happiness. ‘’Will you be my maid of honor?’’ she asked her. ‘’I will be honored to be your maid of honor’’ she smiled. They both squealed in happiness. ‘’I’m getting married!’’ she giggled.

1944, Stalag Luft III

He couldn’t wait for her letter, ever since he got captured, he missed her letters, he hoped she could get his. Because if not, she was going to think he was dead, he didn’t want that, but when his name got called by the mailmen, he was relived, he practically ripped the letter from how hard he grabbed it. There was just the letter inside.

Dear John,

I hope you’re well; I received your letters saying that you got captured. I hope these Krauts are treating you well, otherwise I’ll riot. The kids can’t stop asking about you, so I decided that everyday, 15 minutes before the end of class, I’m talking about you to them. I think Ruby is head over heels in love with you. I’m so happy you’re Buck’s best man, that means we’re going up the aisle together. Marge and I are doing well, we just can’t wait for you guys to return. To know you’re both alive and well is reassuring, we were worried. I love you so much, words on the street are that the war will be over soon. Be careful, say hi to Buck for me.

PS: I forgot to tell you in my last letter that the Yankees won the world series!

Forever yours, Y/n.

He was smiling like the idiot of the village. He couldn’t wait to be back home. He was happy she received his letters; he didn’t think she would. He hoped the war would be over soon, from the camp, he didn’t hear any news, the only one he had was from Buck’s handmade radio.

1945, Manitowoc, Wisconsin

A knock on the door made her jump, she wasn’t expecting anyone, and the mailmen already delivered the letters. When she opened, she couldn’t believe her eyes.

‘’Hello darling’’ he was standing in front of her, he was back. He survived. She dropped her book on the ground and hugged him tightly. ‘’You’re back! Please never leave again” she cried in joy. His embrace made her believe he was real; he was in front of her and real. ‘’I love you so much’’ he said, looking at her. God, he missed her so much. ‘’Come in, do you want anything to drink?’’ she babbled. He shook his head before kissing her, he wanted to do that since he left. ‘’I’m so happy you’re here, I still can’t believe it!’’ she mumbled. He smiled as he kissed her again.

‘’I’m back for good this time, darling, I never should’ve left the way I did, I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw you riding your bike. I thought about you every second of everyday. Now that I’m back, you’re stuck with me. I love you too much to be apart from you again.’’ He got down on one knee. ‘’Darling, will you marry me?’’ he asked, smiling so hard it made his face hurt. ‘’Yes, thousand time yes!’’ she exclaimed as they shared another passionate kiss.

They were apart for long, but Bucky kept his promise, he was never going to leave her again. Till death do us part, they took their vow seriously…

[shutupheathersorryheatherr]

"Forever"

✰—-summery: seungmin has been realizing that he wants a forever with you. Honestly in whatever way you’ll have him. And maybe little domestic things like kisses on cheeks, lacing fingers a shared lived in home and a big ass ring on your finger, but now so overcome with love, he’s coming to realize he also wants to breed you. He knows no kids are on the radar for now… but a guy can have a fantasy right? And a guy can dream right?

✰--- approx: 30 min read

✰--- A/n i really have noting to say. I’m gonna continue my smutober series in the coming couple weeks yall trust 🙏🏼I have a few more smut fics that I’ll be getting to over the next couple weeks so think of it as an expansion of my lil smutober;)

✰— warnings/info: kissing, smut with sort of a plot ig, cursing, fluffy lovey dovey, tooth rotting fluff basically, breeding kink, raw fucking (do as I say not as I do wrap before u tap yall) ummm sex dream? As always bad spelling. Think that’s it

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper.” This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

if you don’t have an age indicator saying you’re not a minor in your blog then I will be blocking you! So minors dni!!

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Seungmin can't count how many times hes fallen in love with you. from every time you laugh to the way you smoothed our your shirt that one time and have never done it since but for some reason hes been thinking about for two months.

hes a guy of repetition. he likes having a routine, he loves that youre a part of it. and for him, thinking about you is always a part of it. but so much so that he sometimes finds himself daydreaming and distracted, he should be embarrassed, having to ask people to repeat themselves because "oh wow y/n likes that shade of green that they're wearing" but he really doesn't care. but at the same time you make him work that much harder. make him want to do better to either make you proud or impress you like some eighth grader he doesn't know.

he loves his job, he really does, but all he wants to do sometimes is come home to you. it makes him not only work faster sometimes but harder. maybe because he wants to be good enough and worthy for you and your love or maybe just because you bring that side out of him more than it already is. whatever it is he knows you just make him better. and its cheesy and mushy but you really do complete him

his arm looks better when you hold it, his pictures feel empty when youre not beside him, and you feel the same way too-- the bed always is unreasonably cold when he isn't behind you holding you close to his heart. or when hes not inside you, lets be honest.

he laughs at the members when they tease him about you having "girlfriend privileges". and tells him he doesn't see it. but at first he really didnt. now he sees it so well he hears it. he prides himself in making you happy, being the best boyfriend he can. thats one of the things you love about him he takes everything on with a passion, devoted to his goals.

sure he still pokes fun at you and is a lovely little menes but lets be real he lovey dovy with you a lot of the times too! and you get away with so much more with a lovesick puppy look on his face than anyone else. he wouldn't go all aspiring poet and say youve changed him but youve just... brought out another side of him. and as much as he gives you hard time you both know he loves it.

and you secretly love it when he says ew when you kiss him then he tackles you peppering your face with them a mintute later

the slight obsession with you is borderline concerning he thinks at this point-- once someone flirted with him at a bakery and the only thing he could think about was how they were standing in front of that dessert he knew you liked and he politely just asked them to move cause "I think Im gonna buy that for my parter I want to take a closer look". needless to say the person got the message.

though he didn't even fully realize they were flirting with him until he told you the story of how "a week ago when I was at that bakery someone was talking to me but I wasn't paying attention cause they were standing in front of the cold case." he though they were, with the over the top smiles and that little giggle. but sadly he was easily distracted by the thought of how "yn would like this"

The downside to how much he thinks of you is that at some point during the day if he isn't careful hes gonna get half hard. he feels like some pre pubescent boy that can't control himself and he hates it. nevertheless, the girlfriend privileges continue-- with the playful banter between you two and how much you tease him. not many other people could get away with poking seungmin in the cheek and saying "poke" for a full minute without him saying something.

in fact, hes smiling.

and not that youre complaining one bit when sees you after a long day and pounces on you, trying to rip your clothes off. but make no mistake, as stated before hes soft for you. well, mentally at least, cause most of the time he can't seem to control his boner around you. but all this overwhelming feelings of love has to go somewhere... right?

and it just so happens to be expressed and poured out so wonderfully in bed. you think you noticed it before he did, but there has been a pattern with him as of late--

it all started with a team a out you. noting too out of the ordinary. you started on top of him, as he helped you bounced on his cock, so hard and leaking for you. somehow you needed up beneath him after you came, but seungmin wasn't done yet, still pumping into you, somehow deeper than before trying to reach spots he never breached. "damn I love you so much. mhm, gonna fill you up" he breaths out in his dream. your eyes rolled into the back of your head in pleasure, "you gonna put a baby in me? please?" you moan, cupping his cheek and holding his hand in such a sweet and domestic way that it should offset the way he was filling you up with his cum, slipping out of you then plugging your pretty hole with his fingers, thrusting anything that leaked out back in. gotta make sure it takes right? make sure you get nice a round a swollen in a few months

but it didnt, the look of pure love you gave him as he was babbling about breeding you? fuck that really got to him. dream you wanted this too? dream you loved and trusted him so much and wanted forever with him just as he did with you? So when he woke up, still hard and cum leaving a dark stain on his boxers. he didnt know what to do. usually he'd know the answer or honestly go to you to help him. but this was... different, uncharted territory. sure there was always the thought of something like this in the back of his mind but it was never this strong. let alone had he ever had a dream about it.

He turns to the clock, 3:43 sharp and after tossing and turning, flipping his pillow over three times and realizing it felt better on the first side he still can’t fall asleep. He lets his eyes graze over your sleeping still figure, you’re faced away from him body covered by the blanket. But the curves and dips of your are still visible. It’s dark but he feels like he can still see you so clearly. He could probably feel every bit of your too over that thin little blanket. If you could even call it that I mean it wasn’t really doing much to warm you he was sure. That’s when he pulled you close by your middle, pressing your back up to is chest, his fingers dipping under your shirt like it always does when you two cuddle (though when you’re awake it sometimes slides higher than others) god your skin was cold.

He subconsciously moved you closer moving his hips flush with your ass. Though in hindsight that might’ve not been the best idea. Seeing as he was now fully hard from his dream and your body settling into his wasn’t doing him any good. “Min?” Did you really have to call him that right now? But against his better judgement since it very much was 3 am in the morning right now, he stayed glued next to you. “Min?” For once he fumbles, “yeah?” “I know you’re awake.” He bends his neck down to peck the top of your head “doesn’t mean you have to—“ “thank you, I was a little cold” you interrupt him while turning your body around to face him, hooking a leg over his”

well if you didn’t know before now you do. He thinks. “I was already half awake don’t worry,” he sighs “I figured” you smile at the fact that by now he knows all your little ins and outs all your little quirks. “You we’re kinda loud” you chuckle, and before he gets a chance to respond you’re reaching over him to turn on the light, it’s something so mundane so normal but somehow he’s still enamored by you. And with the way you’re basically on top of him, titties in his face he’s not getting soft anytime soon. “I think you’re hearing things.” He playfully scoffs “I think I should schedule you an ear appointment. My grandma knows a good one, maybe you can get matching hearing aids” you chuckle “and I think you still have a hard on”

that shut him up quick enough. you smile to yourself, you swear the man was all bark no bite sometimes when it came to you. seungmin glances over to the clock again. "sweetheart its so late its early..." he mumbles, sliding a not so sneaky little hand up your torso. his hands finds the side of your breast, then your collar bone, then settles back down on the neckline of your sleep shirt, playing with it.

"your dream sounded interesting," you peck his cheek and he flushes as if he didnt just dream about pumping you full of cum a second ago, "what was it about?" you ask, ignoring his comment about the time. you lace your fingers with his and he brings your hand with him under the blanket, settling it on his now painfully hard feeling cock straining against his boxers without a word, just that mischievous little devils grin.

you peck his lips this time, seungmin craining his head to chase you, lips still slightly smelling of that chapstick you always put on before bed. his tasting salty like the light sheen of sweat that coats his face from his dream. though you plan on making him much hotter in the next coming minutes. he pulls you back down to his lips by the back of your neck. a gentle but firm touch that mad you go crazy. the kisses are needy, lustful, but somehow also full of pure love and passion. he doesn't quite know how to express all the good that he feels for you, he isn't sure he ever will, but whenever he kisses you like this of late, he hopes his feelings will get through to you.

and you feel the emotion he pours into it when it happens, you really do. he pulls away a little later, never tired of kissing you and hand down in-between your legs rubbing your soaking pussy. "I just" he smiles through his gasps of air, "love you so much" it was sad really, that that was all he could say but he felt something for you that words cannot express in the English language, or Korean, or any language hes come across.

his eyes look like that one begging emoji. he just... he needs you to understand. he doesn't know why he just blurted it out. but you had just made this cute little face of pleasure. pleasure he was giving you. you felt good because of him. and it had just slipped out!

you didnt realize how much you wanted him, how desperate you were until in a matter of minutes youre gasping and whining for him. "fuck, breed me, make me yours" you say, barely over a whisper into his ear, chin on his shoulder. your sleep shirt bunched up around your hips that raped around his, his arms are laced behind your back, hugging you a keeping you close chest to chest as you bounce and rock yourself on his dick. so caught up in the moment, he misses the smirk on your face when you said it, blissfully unaware that you knew full well what he was dreaming about. and how hot you found it.

he whines, "no dont say that youre gonna make me cum... not--" he breaths out when your cunt tightens around him just so, "not now--" he already had you close to cumming earlier, when he was guiding your wt heat along his leg, grinding you on him. but he wanted to take care of you first ya know? be a gentleman. but he knew he wasn't going to last long if you kept talking like that. he reaches down to your core and swollen bud, rubbing it just how you like.

"well fill me up then min." you accentuate your words with a long, languid rock of yourself on him, his leaking cock hitting just where you want him to. god you feel so full, your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head thinking about how full you'd feel with all his warm seed inside you.

"no baby please dont say that either." his voice is strained, his words are lazy unlike how he usually sounds. thats hw you knew he was already close. "no please, I wanna feel so full." you pout, and his mind goes almost blank. he moves his free hand to your hip bone, guiding you as you impale yourself on his cock ever time you lift up and slam back down. though he wasn't really doing much guiding as he was mostly enjoying the soft squeeze of your skin, fingers on your plush thighs. he subconsciously nibbles at your collarbone, surely it'll leave a mark later you said you wanted him to make you his right?

"but you already have my cock in you baby. dont you feel it?" he wonders aloud, meeting your pumps up n' down with renewed vigor. "its so hard for you, god you make me so hard" you still your movements, letting him do most of the work thrusting up into your pussy, making wet squelching noises that fill the room.

"mmhm so big n' hard. cum inside me? I know you'd fill me up so good."

"oh god." that nearly sent him over the edge. you look down to where your bodies meet and his hand is rubbing you, fuck his hand looks delicious, fingers perfectly long and hand with veins popping out. "I need you to cum with me." and not long later you do. you cm hard, knees shaking and out of breath. you'd asked him to cum inside and thats what he does. you feel your insides flood with warmth. damn he must've cum a lot.

he stays inside for a moment and is about to pull out when you stop him, hand on his bicep, "keep it inside." you tell him, and this time he catches your smirk. And seungmin just laughs, kissing your neck in a manner so sweetly you almost forget about his dick inside you. “You heard my dream?” Though he already knew. “Mmhm” “I love you so much” his nose presses into your neck “I wanna spend forever with you” “aw me too min” “hm was it good for you then too?” “So you didn’t hear me moaning for you? Guess not” you tease and he scoffs. “I did. And I think the neighbors heard too. We’ll have to talk more in the morning and do some googling I guess. But thank you” “you’re thanking me now?” You laugh. “Yeah I—“ “I think it’s hot too don’t worry. That’s why I want you to stay inside. We want it to take huh baby” he shivers, running his palm up your spine.

seungmin was a reasonable guy, he knew that this was alll fantasy and having kids wasn't on your radar right now. but he still loved it. He didn’t know what it was, maybe it was just you two growing together, growing intertwined. But as of late, he’s just been wanting or maybe finally realizing just how much he loves and cares for you. how much he wants with you. seungmin hasn't really thought of it before, but maybe he wants and already cherishes those cute little things with you-- like the kisses on cheeks when one of you greet the other at the door, the waking up next to each other at dawn, and everything in-between.

and maybe one day, if you'll let him, he wants to put a big ass ring on your finger. well, some day.

and you loved it too. And him. The way he took his time with you no matter what it is no matter if he already did it a thousand times. Just like a second ago, he caressed every curve and did of your body. Constantly wanted his hands on you, kissing from your neck to your lips over and over.

“Why are you so silent? Don’t you want it too honey?” He smiles from ear to ear “ugh sweetheart you’re amazing” he mumbles before kissing your lips.

~end

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[fishermanshook]

SHELLS BY THE SEASHORE.

( Shelly Fossilian ) + gn!toon!reader

✶˖*°🐚 ࿐ pfp/ icon by: jaywuzheree on tt , dw’s dating h/c’s , not pre-read , possible ooc-ness , small size intended , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

To love someone means to embrace them exactly how they are, flaws and all. You’ve had no problem with this, and neither has your loving girlfriend.

꒰wc꒱ n/a

☆ SHELLY FOSSILIAN has always been one to put others before herself. Whether that be making sure everyone’s at full health or giving up her tapes to stop Dandy from twisting make Dandy happy, the shell’s taking care of the wellbeing of her friends first —so obviously that doesn’t stop when it comes to you. Hell, her selflessness only grows drastically when she’s by your side.

☆ It’s not the hardest to tell she’s got the hots for you, especially when you’re always the first person getting boosted when on a machine. She tries not to make it so obvious, even when she’s not in your line of sight, but it’s legitimately SECONDS after you touch the damn thing. The purple aura surrounding you and Shelly’s eager little giggle is all you hear before she disappears. [ it’s the cutest thing ever I swear. ]

☆ SHELLY FOSSILIAN who isn’t one to shy away from making it known that you’re her one and only. From matching dinosaur bracelets that Cosmo and Sprout helped her to make to the affectionate nicknames you both have for each other, it's plain to see that the two of you are more then engaged with each other.

⤷ There was a time where Shelly hadn’t been careful enough, and had the bracelet break in front of her eyes the moment the elevator door closed, leaving the beads and charms scattered across the hardwood tiles of floor twenty four. She was devastated, and Tisha had to help her calm down, tell her that there’s no possible way you’d break up with her just because the friendship bracelet had shattered.

And of course you weren’t mad, you’d never be, especially at an unfortunate accident like that. You instead purposed the idea of making new, much more adorable matching bracelets for the two of you. Something that better reflected your new found relationship with each other.

“You sure y-you’re fine with it?” Shelly muttered out, still recovering from the past run.

“I’d be more than happy to re-create them, and they can be new this time! We’ll spice ‘em up so that they match again.” You reply back, huffing when Shelly comes to hug you tightly. You flash a small smile to Tisha standing not too far away, one that says a small “thank you” for her help earlier. The tissue box can only snicker lightly to herself before carrying on wards to her room.

☆ SHELLY FOSSILIAN who is just a sucker for any form of physical contact with you. Surprise hugs from the back are her go to for when you’re not looking, and cuddling till the two of you fall asleep in each other’s arms? Must be Toon Heaven for this girl.

☆ SHELLY FOSSILIAN who just can’t help but hold onto every piece of love you’ve given her. The shells sentimental to a fault, and she can’t find it in herself to get rid of every little treasure you’ve given her, even before the two of you started dating. It might be an old hoodie you once left at her place and never went back to retrieve, or a pretty tube of mascara left stranded on the vanity in her room. Whatever it may be, she holds onto it like it’s the last piece of you she’ll ever get.

☆ SHELLY FOSSILIAN just can’t help but ramble and ramble and info dumb on your 24/7, 365. To the average toon, this would’ve drove them crazy out of their MIND annoyed, but you stay silent as she chirps away about the newest facts on Theropods and such. It’s cute, and seeing Shelly being so passionate about the one thing she adores with all of her heart [ besides you ] makes you adore her even more.

⤷ On a side note, you’re constantly heading to Gardenviews ginormous library, containing information on a wide variety of topics you hadn’t even know about. There’s no need for Brightney to guide you over to the dinosaur section —that you’ve been able to locate on your own for quite a while now— and it’s always where you find Shelly, cooped up on her favorite teal beanbag, nose deep in Dinosaur facts. It’s not until you find yourself on a similar pink beanbag does she take note of your presence, scooting herself closer to you so you’ll be able to read together. Truly though? You’re just here to be in her presence, and that’s all you need.

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note: hi and HELLO DANDY’S WORLD FANDOM !! I have come to write for this new and blossoming fandom here on tumblr, and to give you all a warm welcoming gift, I bestow to you a Shelly x reader fic :3 There will be more to come soon, but it’s nice to be here 😽

© fishermanshook — no stealing , translating , plagiarizing or reposting my work on other any other sites + reblogs adored !!

[amongemeraldclouds]

spoiler alert

Life can be complicated when you possess a rare kind of magic: the ability to see your future with someone upon meeting them. A chance encounter with Mattheo Riddle reveals more than you bargained for.

(Choose your own ending)

Mattheo Riddle x f!Reader

Warning: Mostly angst, some fluff, no use of y/n

✿ Masterlist | 1k words

You cradled the warm cup of tea in your hands as you made your way up the Astronomy Tower, careful not to spill any drop. It was a clear evening, the cool breeze floated lazily through the sky and the stars twinkled brightly. It was the perfect spot to unwind from the pressures of the day.

As you neared the arched balcony, a small orange glow caught your attention. Someone else was here, smoking. He turned upon hearing your footsteps approach.

“Hey stranger,” he called out. You took in his features, curly hair and bright eyes with a lopsided smirk, he was adorable.

“I’m Mattheo, care to smoke with me?” He asked, offering a fresh one from his pack of cigarettes.

You felt it then, magic coursing through your veins from the encounter. Time slowed down as it always did, vague images flashed in your mind and the all knowing voice of your future self spoke to you:

I tried to find all the words to tell you about this boy and how much you’ll love him. Oh the adventures you’ll have together and all the ways it will break your heart. One day you’re sixteen and you’re falling in love for the first time. Everything feels new and exciting. The warm buzzing in your veins when Mattheo bumps into your shoulder and runs his hand through your hair to brush off a leaf that fell. As if, as if. You’ll know it’s just an excuse but you won’t mind it at all. You’ll spend countless evenings in the Astronomy Tower, you with your tea and him with his cigarettes. You’ll talk for hours even though you’ll never remember every word you exchange. It’s enough to get to know him and hear his voice, a melody you’ll want to keep as the soundtrack to your life. You’ll find yourself spinning at the Yule Ball in a lovely dress feeling like the most beautiful girl in the world. You’ll laugh with him, his hand placed perfectly on your waist, bodies flush as you danced in sync, as if you were made just for each other. His other hand in yours, firm and warm as if he’ll never let go. Of course you had grown up with magic, it belonged in the air like oxygen and it sang in your bones. So you’ll wonder how it’s possible that the world is even more magical when you’re around him? Fast forward to when your wedding dress is tucked away at the back of your closet and his vows are on a crumpled paper in a drawer somewhere.

He’ll be good at forgetting dates and breaking promises. Too busy with his plans and ambitions, none of them will seem to include you anymore.

You’ll be good at forgiveness and do overs. After all, his jagged words and actions will be served in bite sized pieces so you’ll think you can stomach it all. You won’t realize it until your friend tells you that you smile less and stopped talking about your goals. You’ll figure out too late that you hacked away who you were to fit into his life, a wild hedge now perfectly manicured in his front lawn. You’ll tell him what you need, afraid you’re asking for too much. That you are too much. He’ll reassure you he can do better and for a while he does. Spoiler alert: it never lasts long. But here now, you are sixteen and evergreen. The stars are bright and so are your eyes. Your heart burns with dreams unrealized and passions you have yet to discover. Don’t take it for granted. My love, life is short but if you stay where you’re unhappy, life becomes insufferably too long.

You blink as the quiet returned and time resumed its course. The cool wind caressing your face brought you back to the present. You took a deep breath, warding off the looming nausea in your head. You’ve never seen that far off in the future before, someone potentially so significant in your life.

A crossroad: Do you choose to stay or leave? Scroll down for your answer.

Stay

“Well hi Mattheo, it’s nice to meet you,” you say as you walked towards him and introduced yourself. You take him up on his offer and held the cigarette in between your lips. Mattheo lit it for you so you inhaled the smoke, the first of many, and watched the wind carry away your exhalations. The air hummed with possibilities, romance, and heartbreak. That’s the thing about your visions, there was no way to know for sure if it would play out exactly as you’ve seen it. Where does one draw the line between destiny and our influence on the outcome? If you considered yourself seriously, you could say you’re an adventurer aspiring to chart her own course. But if you were more honest, perhaps you were simply in denial. Either way, you made your choice. You turned to Mattheo and watched him expertly take a drag from his cigarette. You studied the flex of his jaw and the curve of his lips. How can one stranger grow into something more and take up so much space in your life? Soon, you’ll be in love and dancing at a ball. You’re about to have some of the best years of your life and some of your worst. But maybe it’s worth it.

Leave

“No thanks,” you replied to the boy with curly hair and eager eyes and waved goodbye. You walked away without glancing back. Mattheo simply shrugged and returned to his cigarette, lost in his own thoughts once again.  You retreat down the stairs, each step distanced you from a future of bliss and grief. No boy had to be worth your dreams, you thought. It was better this way. As you swivel back to the corridor, your mind swam in the power of choice as future regrets faded from your periphery. You yelped when you stumbled onto someone’s hard chest and warm tea spilled down his shirt. “Shit, I’m sorry,” you exclaimed, far too exhausted with the evening’s surprises. “It’s okay, nothing a little magic can’t fix,” said the boy with perfectly wild hair and a kind smile, already casting a spell to return his shirt to its once pristine condition. You didn’t know him personally, but you recognized him as Lorenzo Berkshire. 

“Now about your spilled tea, can I help you get another one?” he asked. You smiled back at him as magic thrummed in your veins and time started to slowed down.

✿ Masterlist

Author's note:

✿ Based on the question, “if you knew how things would turn out, would you still make the same choices?”

✿ Another moment I was in my feels and spilled ink instead of the alternative. May have spilled the alternative anyway.

✿ If you chose to leave, of course I had to sneak in my sweet and lovely Enzo in there ♡

[pearlcigs]

⋆ light me up

fem!reader x ellie williams

summary ⋆ ellie decides she wants to be festive this holiday. and what better way to do that than some christmas sex?

warnings ⋆ 1.43k ⋆ smut, nipple play, pet names (mama, baby, pouty princess, good girl), fingering, strap (r receiving), missionary, bondage, bondage with an item that should not be used for bondage, doggy/face down-ass up, minor praise

the brittle winter cold was somehow making its way through the cracks of the window. small goosebumps dotting your bare skin. the blankets around the bed were scrunched up in the corner, shoved aside when ellie decided that making out on the small, cramped couch wasn't really doing it for her. black and purple love marks starting to form on your soft skin from ellie's passionate kisses. her hands slid all over your body, carefully removing each piece of clothing from your sublime body. her lips left no part of you untouched, unkissed. savoring each and every kiss on your skin like her very own christmas present that you got just for her.

her fingertips dug into the fat of your hips, gripping onto you like her life depended on it. clutching you impossibly closer to her tacky body, sweat starting to bedew her body despite how cold the air of the night was. your head was thrown back against a pillow that probably hadn't been washed since last christmas, but that was a problem for you to worry about later. as ellie decorated your body with amiable kisses, she detached her hand from your hip for a moment to pinch your perky nipple in between her index and thumb. a smirk on her face as your back arches from her touch. 

"yeah? you like that, mama?" ellie's voice sounds like a mixture of pride and some kind a praise. almost as if she was telling you how good you were doing by simply just enjoying the pleasure she was so graciously giving you. "mhm. more, ellie, please." you beg, addicted to her touch and craving more. the space between your legs feeling neglected by the beautiful auburn girl that seemed so close but so far away from giving you the pure bliss that you craved. "oh yeah? you want more, baby?" she smirks with a teasing tone but she decides to be nice. after all, it is christmas.

the hand that rested on your hip was now moved to your sopping entrance. her thumb firmly presses against your clit, making you jolt from the sudden pleasure of ellie's enticing fingers. "like this?" she smiles dumbly at you, knowing more than enough that this was exactly what you wanted, exactly what you were longing for. "oh, god, ellie. yes, please more." your words were starting to slur, your eyes starting to close and your hips starting to grind down on her hind, seeking out the addictive feeling. she chuckled softly, admiring the way you seemed so desperate for her to do to you as she pleased.

she decided not to tease too much, feeling festive and giving you a well-deserved break for the holidays. she wets her middle finger and ring finger with her saliva, bringing them down to your already drenched hole, fingers sliding into you with ease. you moan, though you'd just felt the way ellie's fingers filled you so prefect the night before, it felt like a lifetime since the to-die-for feeling. without a doubt, your back arched off the bed, the cotton sheets sticking to your clammy skin. the sight of you doing wonders for ellie, making her more aroused by the second. 

her fingers thrust into your cunt sloppily, creating slick noises that sounded downright pornographic. and if you weren't so busy moaning and rolling your eyes back, maybe you would have cared. but the thought of someone hearing you didn't cross either of your minds, too immersed in each other to even care. "y'like fucking yourself on my fingers?" ellie teased, watching you squirm your hips to try and get as much of her fingers inside of you as you could. "fuck—" she mutters on her breath, admiring how pretty your body looks underneath the shoddy christmas lights hung on her headboard. per request of you, of course.

her thumb rubbed your clit slowly, chuckling as you whine. grabbing her wrist to try and make her go faster. "impatient much?" ellie taunted, but of course, giving into your every need and rubbing the sensitive bud to your liking. as much as ellie was teasing you about being impatient, she was becoming rather eager herself. she could never get enough of you. everything about you made her pussy throb. the way you writhed against the bedsheets, the way you moaned, the way your body looked. she wouldn't last much longer without feeling your pussy clench around her strap, she knew that for sure. 

much to your dismay, she takes her fingers away, licking off any residue you left. as if on cue, you whine, now deprived of the pleasure and now replaced with the feeling of emptiness. "ellie." you whine with a frown, unsure of why she would be so mean to you. especially on christmas! "hold your horses, babe." she chuckles, leaning over to grab the strap that was hidden in the depths of the drawer in her nightstand. you were so needy, too needy to even keep your hands off her for more than a second. your lips find her neck, nipping at the flesh as she fumbled around in the drawer.

"y'that horny, huh?" she jokes, but the way she swallows nervously tells you she wants you just as badly. the time between when she leans back and you lose contact with her skin and she's suddenly rubbing your clit with the tip of her strap seems like a blur. a low moan leaves ellie's lips as she collects your slick. her boxers were now off and your hands clawed at the ragged sports bra she was wearing, silently begging for her to take it off. "hey, hey, keep your hands to yourself." she jokes, taking both of your wrists in her hand and pinning them above your head. 

you whine at her seemingly cruel demand, wanting nothing more than to feel her soft boobs between your fingers or rub her achy clit. "that's not fair." you frown, but try your best to listen to her regardless. "sh, sh, sh, pouty princess. let me make it up to you." she offers a cheeky smile before guiding the plastic cock into your needy hole. you both let out a string of moans, basking in the feeling of being so intimate with each other. she starts thrusting slowly, letting you get used to the stretch even though you've done this hundreds of times before. she leans down, kissing your jaw and neck, like it was her prize.

her thrusts got harder and faster, unable to contain herself from ravaging you fully. your mind slipped off the request she made only a few minutes earlier, your hands finding her hair, fingers tangling through the half up half down hairdo she frequented. you pulled the strands, biting your lip to try not to scream and pleasure from how deep she was fucking you. "thought i told you to keep your hands to yourself, hm?" she mutters, giving you one chance to listen to her before she made you 'pay' for it. though, you were so busy relishing in how deep ellie's strap was that you didn't care to pay attention.

she tsked at your disobedience, looking around for an object that she couldn't seem to find. "fuck it." she mumbled under her breath to herself, pulling out of you and grabbing the christmas lights that were around her headboard, pulling them and bunching them up in her hands. "c'mon, mama, you know what to do. ass up f'r me." you obliged through your haziness, adjusting your position, excited yet terrified for what ellie was planning on doing. you rested your face on the pillow the back of your head was once resting on and suddenly you could feel your arms be yanked behind you and the warm string of lights could be felt around your wrists.  

"gotta learn to listen." she mutters, now laughing quietly to herself at the position she's put you in. but her amusement doesn't last long, quickly returning to her rightful spot in your pussy. "look at you, bein' all festive." she smirks as she fucks into you like there's no tomorrow. she leans down and gives you a quick kiss on the back of your head for being such a good sport. "good girl. takin' my cock s'well and puttin' up with my stupid shit." she continues, talking over the sound of your moans. you try to say something back, something snarky ellie presumes, but the only thing that leaves your mouth are incoherent babbles. "mhm, totally agree. just shut up an' let me fuck you."

im a little late but it's the thought that counts, merry christmas !!

[mitsua]

warnings: few people being rude with reader, love obsession mentions

reader's gn

you were in need of a job, a job related with the kitchen, your greatest love ever since you learnt how to make the basics from your direct family.

they'd inspired you and helped you pursue your dream to become a cheff. you graduated from a pretigious university with the help of a scholarship that you managed to sustain sacrificing some relations in the way. not that it really mattered to you—you now needed a job.

as if the universe heard you, as you walked your way to your small department, you read a flyer requesting people with high knowledge in kitchen, either cooks or waiters/waitress. it was emitted by a three-star-michelin-ranked restaurant at your city's heart.

this would be your greatest opportunity to shine right away!

you applied for a cheff position, managed to pull off everything you knew perfectly fitting the restaurant's strict conditions and overwhelmingly severe environment.

it was difficult to adjust, first—by your schedule changing drastically as some days you'd have to stay longer than expected—then, because of the harsh politics to do not miss any piece of the uniform any time you were working, you had to be spotless and use gloves while plating certain dishes or washing your hands as soon as you touched a vegetable to grab another.

but as your passion for cooking could only grow wider, everyone around you seemed to respect and slowly you made a name of yourself—as an equal of the main cheff but maybe a little bit more compassionate—some coworkers would tell you.

you never really asked about him, you were focused solely in completing flawlessly with your daily routine and as you reached your first year working there, you were free to experiment and create new dishes you seemed suit to the restaurant's theme.

nonetheless, Ender, had unequivocally heard about you, and even if he couldn't be as present as he wanted to because of the many events he was invited to attend in different countries—he did his best to know at least a little about each and every one of his employees.

'how ever could his restaurant reach that recognition if he couldn't form the perfect team for success?'

that's how he found himself enamoured by you, your hard work had gained countless of new regulars which surely were worth the headaches by some encounters some waiters have had from their rude behaviours, 'how did you handle them so well?' 'how could you see your companions best working conditions and abilities to exploit them just as well as you could?'

even if he surely tried his best sometimes to get along with some costumers—if someone ever dared to judge his cooking—he'd send them straight out of his restaurant.

about his teammates... that's one of the things about being alone that he was mostly happy with now that he'd reached the highest ranking out there as a cheff—he didn't have to deal with annoying people who could only intervine with his impeccable work.

yes, he had to form the dream team of the restaurant by himself, but he didn't need to speak with those people directly, he only read about their qualities and pair them up as he seemed fit.

until his curiosity won the best of him and decided to pay a visit to meet you, specifically.

once he sees your sweet smile while teaching a new recruite how to take care of the pans and pots properly, when you were smiling while hearing complaints straight to your face—apologizing and coming back with an improvement in the dish some dickhead ordered—he'd get in a trance.

𐂐 he could now only think about you and how much he wanted to put an end to his long run as a lonely cheff and be your companion.

here's my yandere OC's masterlist if you wanna read more my dear!

[sheriffaxolotl]

Rough Hands and Gentle Strokes: Arthur Morgan x Art Teacher

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Headcanons on if Arthur was to fall in love with an Art Teacher

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How You Meet

You’re teaching art to children in a small town when Arthur stops by to resupply. He first notices you when he hears the children’s laughter, drawn to the cheerful atmosphere of your outdoor class. Curious, he lingers nearby, watching as you patiently guide the kids through a drawing exercise. One of the children notices him and insists he join the lesson, much to his embarrassment. Despite his protests, your gentle encouragement convinces him to stay. By the end of the lesson, Arthur has sketched an awkward horse that earns him a soft, amused smile from you.

The First Real Connection

After the lesson, you thank him for his participation and make a passing comment about how rare it is to meet someone who sketches in town. Arthur’s curiosity gets the better of him, and he shyly shows you a few pages of his journal. His modesty about his work tugs at your heart, and your genuine admiration breaks through his guarded demeanor. The two of you spend the afternoon talking about art and life. Beneath his rugged exterior, you discover a quiet depth and a warmth that draws you in.

Balancing His Secret Life

Arthur doesn’t tell you about the Van der Linde gang at first. He says he’s a traveling ranch hand, not wanting to scare you away or put you in harm’s way. As your relationship deepens, he struggles with the guilt of hiding the truth, but his protectiveness outweighs his desire to be completely honest.

Discovering His Life

Over time, you start piecing things together—rumors in town and inconsistencies in Arthur’s stories. When you finally confront him, your heart sinks at the truth. Though shaken, you listen as he explains his complicated life. Despite your fears, you recognize the goodness in him and choose to stay, believing he’s capable of so much more than the life he’s stuck in.

Making It Work Around the Gang

Arthur visits you whenever he can, cherishing the stolen moments of peace you bring to his life. He’s careful to keep you safe, often leaving supplies or money behind for your art classes. You insist you’re not a burden, but he can’t help wanting to provide for you in his own way. If the gang’s activities bring them too close to your town, he warns you to lay low, even if it means not seeing each other for a while.

Gentle Encouragement

Arthur is mesmerized by your passion for teaching art to children. He doesn’t fully understand your craft, but he listens intently when you explain it, marveling at your talent. One day, a child gives him a drawing they made during your lesson, and he proudly keeps it in his satchel, carrying a piece of your world with him.

Sketchbook Bonding

One evening, Arthur hesitantly shows you his journal again, admitting it’s “just a habit.” When you praise his sketches, he feels a warmth he hasn’t known in years. You offer to teach him shading techniques, and soon, the two of you are sketching side by side under the stars, sharing a quiet intimacy.

Childlike Joy

Watching you interact with the children melts something in Arthur. Whether you’re showing them how to mix colors or encouraging their creativity, your kindness tugs at his heart. Occasionally, he joins in, awkwardly holding a paintbrush while the kids giggle at his attempts.

Creative Surprises

Arthur isn’t poetic, but he expresses his feelings through thoughtful gestures. He carves you a wooden palette engraved with flowers or brings you rare pigments he finds during his travels. Each gift is a quiet declaration of how much he cares.

Artistic Muse

Sometimes, you secretly sketch him while he’s focused on a task, capturing his rugged charm and vulnerability. When he discovers these drawings, he’s flustered yet deeply moved, secretly tucking them into his journal as a cherished keepsake when you’re not around.

Teaching Him Perspective

Your lessons on how art helps children “see the world differently” resonate deeply with Arthur. Slowly, he starts to apply this philosophy to his own life, finding beauty in small moments, even amid the chaos of the gang.

Tension Between Worlds

The weight of Arthur’s life sometimes scares you, and there are nights when you lie awake wondering if he’ll come back. Arthur wrestles with guilt, occasionally trying to distance himself to protect you. But you always bring him back, reminding him that you love the man he is, not the world he’s in.

Handmade Gifts

Knowing your love for crafting, Arthur surprises you with small tokens: a handcrafted easel, a leather case for your brushes, or flowers he’s picked himself. Though awkward in giving gifts, his sincerity makes each one precious.

Art as Healing

You introduce Arthur to the idea of using art to process emotions. While initially skeptical, he begins sketching moments that weigh on his mind, from memories of loss to serene sunsets. Your encouragement helps him find solace in his journaling.

The Children Love Him

Despite his gruff demeanor, the children adore Arthur. They rope him into art lessons, and while he pretends to be annoyed, he secretly enjoys their laughter. You tease him, calling him your “assistant.”

Escaping Together

When the weight of life becomes too much, you and Arthur retreat to a quiet meadow or lake. With your sketchbook and his journal, you find peace in the simplicity of nature and each other’s company.

A Shared Dream of Freedom

In your quiet moments together, you talk about what life could be like if you left everything behind. You dream of opening a small art school for children, and though hesitant, Arthur admits he likes the idea of a peaceful life by your side. While he rarely considers settling down, being with you makes him wonder what it would be like—perhaps helping you run a small art studio for children. Though he never says it aloud, the dream lingers in his heart, giving him purpose and grounding him amidst the chaos of his world.

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This is shamelessly self-indulgent, as I'm working towards my degree to become a teacher and stressing over assignments that are due. To destress for a bit, I ended up writing this. I hope someone enjoys it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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[angel-kissed]

to be someone’s mommy and degrade them every chance i get is like a treat i adore it and i love to see my little girl cry and plead for something she really wants, but her mommy won’t allow. seeing my little baby get tortured because mommy finds it amusing and pleasuring, but at the same time holding you close with a pacifier in your mouth and babying you, DEGRADING you, while laying on mommys tits with her hands brushing against your little doll body

when the sun comes down and the moon comes up, that’s how you know when you’ll get the most out of your mommy. sure you’ll get a piece of her during the day and in public, but when it’s dark and nobody is around and nobody can see or hear the sounds of your skin tearing, blood dripping, mouth dropping and voice crying for help, the sounds of the chains keeping your legs spread for her, the sounds of your mommy pleasing your wet cunt, your mommy belittling you, and so much more, that’s when your owner likes it most.

your mommy just loves to see you laying down, sprawled out with every part of your body itching and screaming for her and once your mommy gets a piece of the little girl she’s been dying for and craving all day, your body can’t help but finish all over her fingers.

all day mommy has been preparing you for his moment. she made you drink water and drinks all day without telling you that in just a few hours your bladder won’t be able to take it and it will unleash itself onto her tits. “but why do i need water mommy? i’m not thirsty” “aww i know honey but mommy knows what’s best for you she’s just trying to take care of you” as she puts the glass up to your mouth and watches as you drink it, she’s been all over you all day as you do your “secret hold” just turning you on more and getting your body excited she’s been kissing your neck and all over, given you hugs from behind and brushed over your most sensitive areas knowing how red it makes your pretty little face. “mommy i’m so wet..” “shhh mommy knows what’s best for you, what do you know? you’re just a little girl.” seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours it’s finally night time and you’re getting ready for bed after your mommy has been turning you on all day, you’re about to brush your teeth but your mommy calls you in the room sounding like she’s terrified, as if there’s an animal in our room. “yes mommy?!” you walk into the room but you don’t see her right off the bad but you hear the door close behind you and your little body gets scared and jumps, you turn around and you see your mommy standing by the door with only her lacy black panties and black bra and a pair of cuffs in her hand and chains in the other but she drops them and smiles at you as it looks like she comes at you looking like something pissed her off. she pulls you in for a sloppy and passionate kiss and throws you on the bed moving your already so full bladder around almost causing an accidental leak, she grabs the cuffs and chain, chains your legs spread open and your wrists get cuffed up, the only thing that isn’t torturous about this is the pacifier in your mouth. she knows how long you’ve been doing your hold so she sits on your bladder and bounces up and down on it and your stupid, slvtty eyes begin to fixate on her tits as you feel pure pleasure run through your veins. she bounces harder causing a little leak, and bounces even harder to just make you fucking wet the bed. but you know what she will do to you if you let go.

she looks in your eyes like a hungry wolf and you’re the only lamb in sight, she’s fucking desperate, hungry if you will and she bites down your body allll the way down to your most sensitive spot of all and slightly rubs your little cl1t and goes down further and her fingers slide in “cmon baby, piss for your owner.” “fuck! no please!!” you can already feel your bladder betraying you though and fuck you’re leaking!! but suddenly a little leak turns into a stream. and your face flutters and you get so embarrassed but your mommy gets really happy and cleans you off with her tongue, “don’t be embarrassed honey you know i love your taste” 🤭

[jyoongim]

Prompt # 4: Spicy Actions

sender spanks receiver hard enough to leave a mark

sender let's receiver orgasm after edging them for a long time

sender gets on their knees and lets receiver slide their thumb into their mouth

sender pulls receiver's head back and calls them a 'good boy/girl/

sender tells receiver to sit on their face

sender tells receiver they're not wearing any underwear

sender kisses the back of receiver's neck

sender whispers in receiver's ear they want to get out of there

sender grabs receiver's neck/ throat

sender pulls receiver on their lap

sender touches receiver under the table at a nice restaurant

sender trails fingertips up receiver’s bare thigh

sender breathes on/licks the shell of receiver’s ear

sender ghosts fingertips along receiver’s skin, eliciting goosebumps

sender leaves a love bite on receiver’s shoulder

sender pulls receiver into bathroom stall/dressing room/closet for a moment of passion

sender rips off an article of receiver’s clothing

sender delicately removes an article of receiver’s clothing

sender draws invisible shapes/words on receiver’s flesh with their fingertip or tongue

sender teases receiver until receiver breaks and tries to take what they want from sender

“That’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl/boy.”

“You’re mine.”

“Is this ok?” As they stare up at you from in between your legs. (Consent is so fucking hot and important)

“Do that again- Shit, just like that, right there.”

Ghosting their lips against yours before pulling back with a smug smirk, making you chase them desperately.

Dragging one of their nails down the side of your neck and then middle of your chest.

“Please mark me, I want everyone to know   I’m yours.”

“Spread your legs baby, that’s it… Wider.”

When they murmur pure filth into your ear while they’re touching you.

Fucking someone so good that they struggle to kiss you back.

Hands desperately clutching at one another, gasping into each other’s mouths as if you were starved of one another.

“On your knees.” While their fingers thread through your hair, guiding you onto the floor.

Smirking into a kiss/against your skin when you whimper at their touch.

“My little slut to ruin.”

Interlocking your fingers above your head while making out passionately.

Pulling them closer by the collar of their shirt or their belt.

“I’m yours. Only yours.”

“You’re in no position to tease baby, remember that.”

Soft, lazy kisses and innocent touches that turn bolder and more sinful as you just can’t resist each other.

“This is wrong.” “So wrong.” While continuing to pull at each others clothes, mind fogged with nothing but lust and arousal.

“Don’t you want to play with me?” 

“Look at me. I want you to watch you come on my fingers/cock/strap.” 

Watching in awe as your partner slides their finger into their mouth with your cum on it. 

“Yeah?” They say with a hint of teasing to their tone, “And what if I do this?” They say, changing their rhythm slightly and hitting your weak spot.

Toying with a piece of clothing, whether that be the collar of your shirt, slowly undoing your belt, sliding a finger under the waistband of your underwear before letting it snap back against your skin.(The last one ahhhh) 

Kissing down every inch of your body they possibly can, showing you how much they love you. 

^ Have them murmuring against your skin how beautiful/handsome you are 

“Tell me to stop and we stop. I don’t care what’s happening. All I care about is you.” 

Sighing softly at the shell of your ear so you can hear how much you affect them. 

“Behave, I wouldn’t want to have to punish you now.” 

 “Can’t you handle it, baby?” “I can-fuck, I can handle it.” 

“If you want something, you have to use your words.” 

 “Count them for me.” 

 Scraping their teeth over your neck to have a shiver of arousal run down your spine. 

“I bet they can’t fuck you like I can.”  

 Wrapping their fingers around your wrist and guiding you to where they desperately need you. 

“Remember who’s in charge here baby, I’d choose your next words carefully.” 

 “Act like a brat and I’ll treat you like a brat.” 

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over all the noise you were making.” (Someone write an enemies with benefits to this I beg) 

 “Don’t be shy baby, I love the way you moan my name.”

[shiadore]

How to make Lucy van Pelt hate me

Chapter 4 My Muse

Song: My Girl - The Temptations

Author's note: Late chapter 4 cause college break was over almost two weeks ago and already got a ton of school work but anyways, just one more chapter and it'll be the end :DD

Previously: Chapter 3

4

My Muse

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Schroeder

"Schroeder?" A voice echoing in my room that made me turn in bed and it was my dad.

"Why are you still awake buddy?" He asked, walking inside to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Nothing, was just about to sleep" I simply answered and averted my eyes but it's obvious that dad knows something's seriously bothering me.

His expression contorted into a concerned one, "you can tell me anything, you know.."

"Dad, I just really want to sleep right now" I said, turning away.

I heard his sigh, "are you sure?"

"Yeah..."

A few seconds later, I felt a small creak of the bed when he stood up, "Goodnight son".

Before he could leave and close the door, I finally said something, "dad".

He stops, "yes?"

I glared softly at the wall and clutched the sheets, not fully fond with the idea that I had to tell my dad this. "How...how did you make up with mom when you guys fight?"

"Did you have a fight with someone?" He asked.

I paused a bit before answering, "no─ yes...well, me and lucy──

"Ah, Lucy" hearing his chuckle as he came back to sit on the edge of my bed, I turned once again and faced him, "well...what happened with Lucy?" He asked.

That's when I told my dad everything. I told him about my plan on making her hate me, how I was mean to her and shouted, the contest, how she ignored me now, and hates me now.

How it all came backfiring to my face, I couldn't even play a decent tune anymore.

I never told my dad any of this before, I never shared to him my problems before, it was always with mom.

My dad nods, "that is pretty bad and reminds me of a certain situation I was in.."

My ears immediately perked up, "really? what happened?"

"I was young then..." dad trailed off, "and I was just like you, passionate and loved music a whole lot" he smiled.

"I wouldn't let anything distract me, it was me and my violin against the world" he said, "but I didn't know that it was a bad thing to drown in your passion a little too much" he adds.

"What do you mean?.." I asked curiously.

"Your mother needed me the most at that time but I wasn't there for her because I got too caught up on that one offer I got" he answered.

"I didn't realize that I was slowly pushing her away. Soon enough, I realized just how silly it was.."

Dad grew quiet so I spoke, "What's silly?"

"How silly it was to drown in my own pieces while the reason for inspiration walks out the door" he said.

"It's alright to dream Schroeder, to dream of becoming like Beethoven, a great pianist but it's not a very good idea to push away relationships like family and a friend that cares about you for it".

"They're one of the reasons we are able to create music, that's how musicians write their pieces" he said, "I get inspiration by feeling the breeze, a snowy stroll outside, your mother's warm kiss on my cheek, and when you came in our life".

"You can't simply create music on your own Schroeder, you have to live and pay attention too" he finishes off.

He ruffles my hair and smiles, "and as for what I do to make up with mom.." he thinks for a bit before he clicks his tongue, "an apology and a kiss on the cheek works every time".

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I thought of what my dad said that night, it stuck in my head. Find inspiration and to pay attention, I always found inspiration in Beethoven but it wasn't enough anymore so I began to follow dad's advice.

I looked around more, I took my surroundings in and breathed in the fresh breeze while also practicing with frieda.

I took in her curly red hair and the way it's the only thing her poem consisted of, I tried to convince her to add something else but she's too adamant on it.

Then, something happened. I was on my way home after playing with my friends when I saw flowers of different colours in my neighbour's garden. It looks so cool and nice, a wave of inspiration hitted me.

I suddenly remembered a piano piece that would match perfectly with those flowers.

In my room, I began to play one of Beethoven's pieces. Closing my eyes and visualizing those flowers I've seen outside and my fingers began to move against the keys.

I smiled cause I finally got my rhythm back.

Now, I just have to apologise to Lucy.

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The day of the contest came. The first one to perform was peppermint patty and Marcie's cowboy show, patty almost destroyed the stage with that fake horse.

Came next was pigpen's declaration speech and pride of his dusty appearance. Of course, he got exited off the stage by our teacher.

Everything was going normally well but I was looking for Lucy when──

"Gah!", both of us hitting the ground, "sorry Charlie.." I quickly apologised and helped him up.

He groaned a bit, "it's alright, why were you circling around?" He asked.

I sighed in defeat, "I'm looking for Lucy"

"Ah, she is still pretty upset with you" Charlie said.

"I know" I answered because I do know and I want to make it right.

Charlie looked at me like he knew exactly what I was gonna do and smiled, "are you gonna make up with Lucy now?"

"Yes.."

"And to admit that you were being dumb?"

I frowned and grumbled, "yeah yeah..."

"Well, you won't see Lucy right now, she's up next with Franklin" Charlie said, "you should come sit with us and watch!"

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Here I was sitting amongst the crowd, I saw Lucy walking on the stage with a big smile on her face along with Franklin.

Franklin started playing his guitar and Lucy sang Ella Fitzgerald's duet with Louis Armstrong, cheek to cheek.

Did she always sound this good?

How come I never noticed it before?

Then, I've come to realize that I've been stupid.

I was so immersed in being a great musician like beethoven and completely pushing her away that I forgot just how important Lucy is to me, how impressed I am by everything she does.

I wonder what it will be like when she talks to me again.

Man, I really did mess up good time huh? Because as I watched her sing along Franklin's playing, I couldn't help but smile.

I was smiling and I couldn't help but be proud of Lucy.

If anyone could bring out the best in me, it'll be her.

My muse.

[memoiandy]

How sweet your name sounds on his tongue

Astarion x fTav

Mature

Note: This is my take on the post Tiefling party romance scene with Astarion and my Tav (Elianna aka Lany). It's old, I found this in my drafts and couldn't remember why I never published it. I quess I just wanted to practice writing in English. It's not smut or explicit but mature and a bit sad. But I find that first night with Astarion sad for many reasons. Anyway, enjoy some Astarion fanfic and have a nice Sunday!

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The world's full of light. Delightful magic more precious than the Weave.

So this is how it feels like when done properly, she thinks idly when she starts to come back to her body. Lany shivers lightly but it's pleasant, like a cold tender hand caressing her back.

She feels him everywhere. His weight on top of her, skin to skin, his now warmer than usual. She feels him inside her, twitching lightly in a post coital bliss. She opens her eyes and sees his hands holding her wrists above her head. The blanked inderneath her fingers is seared. Oh, right, she warned him that when her feelings become too much, her magic might flare up. ("Please be careful, I don't want to hurt you," she said between gasps. And he just chucked: "You're the one in the arms of a vampire, Sparkles.")

His hair tickles her jaw and pointy ear and she feels his lips and tongue suckling on the fresh bite on her neck. He hums like a content cat but it's so quiet it's hard to hear.

Would he stop? She can't tell how much he already drunk. She told him to bite her, she wanted him to be as happy as one can be tonight. They both deserved a moment of something... good tonight. No big decisions of life and death. No traps and daggers and bargaining.

But she shivers again and this time the cold starts to spread in her limbs. "Ah... Astarion, stop," she touches her lips to his ear to get his attention.

He moves back immediately, his movements are jerky, eyes predatory. How can you be so close to someone and so far at the same time? For a moment he is both still lodged between her legs and a million realms away. And for a moment, she sees just a freshly fed vampire who might pin her down and drink her up. But he's also Astarion, her goofy Astarion with clever fingers and snappy way with words.

"... alright?" She hears herself speak weakly and tries to touch his chest, to reconnect. And suddenly her Astarion is back. He catches her hand and kisses her wrist, leaving a fine smear of blood. His eyes roam around her naked body but somehow there is no real passion there.

"Just splendid, darling. And you look positively ravished," he drawls in that rich voice of his.

It feels wrong.

"I'm tired." She looks away and wiggles her legs a little. He gets the message and draws away, leaving her hissing lightly, with flushed skin, a new bitemark and a body both satisfied and yearning for his closeness.

She turns on her side and stretches out for the closes piece of clothing - his shirt. It's cold but it smells like him and she needs to get warm. She hears him moving around and part of her wishes he'd come and put his arms around her and whisper some of his flirtatious nothings to her, even if it's fake. But she falls asleep before he does any of that. Her last thought is if he leaves her here in the middle of the woods.

Midnight comes and goes and he is still there when she opens her eyes in the morning. He stands on the edge of the forrest clearing, facing the first rays of sun. Astarion is like a big cat, always seaking warmth and attention. She smiles gently even though her head is pounding.

And then she sees the scars clearly for the first time. Deep, angry pattern covering his whole back.

Astarion told her about the night he got them, once, when he woke up from a nightmare. She even felt them under her fingers last night but she was distracted by his lovely attentions.

She makes a small wounded sound when the montrosity of what he went through hits her again.

"You sleep light," he moves his head to the side but doesn't face her.

Come back to me, she thinks. Come back and hold be for a while before we have to face the world again.

He doesn't, so Lany sits up even though her body protests. She can't take her eyes of his back. Such vicious, well executed cruelty. She will make sure Cazador Szarr burns for this. How dare that pompous cruel leech... how dare he hurt her companion like that. Evil. She knows evil creatures and Szarr is one of them.

She feels her magic flare up dangerously and has to focus before she sets something on fire. She stares at Astarion's back again and the logical part of her brain flickers.

"Can I see them closely? Your scars." She stands up and sways a little. Nude save from his shirt barely covering her breast. She doesn't care for now. An alarming idea already half formed in her head but she needs to confirm it. But he turns around, facing her. His face is that of a playful rake again but there's something cold there.

"You've seen enough already. Let's just head back before the tieflings..."

"It's not a poem." She interups because she can't listen to his rehearsed lines again right now. Not after their night together. Not when he needs to know: "It's writen in infernal. I don't know what it says but I recognize the language of the Hells." Any scholar would recognize it but sadly, languages are not Lany's expertise.

He is just as shocked as she is. For a moment they share this, at least. But he bounces back quickly, Astarion always does. "Never mind, whatever that bastard was up to, it doesn't matter know."

It does, they both know it does. Dealings with Hells are never an easy affair.

Astarion puts on his easy smile again. "It suits you, darling, but can I have my shirt back?"

Oh. Somehow Lany doesn't wish to be naked in front of him again. He's strangely distant and cold underneath that fake casuality. She at least turns her back to him and gets rid of his shirt quickly. It is warm now and both their scents linger lightly on the fabric. It might be sensual. But this morning, it is not.

She tries to ignore his presence while she puts on her dress and shoes. He unsettles her too much. Did she do something wrong? Was she not a good enough bedpartner? He obviously has much more experience than her but he seemed to be enjoying himself well enough. She wanted this to be good, something to get them closer together. He seemed to want her. Hells, she wanted him too, so much her head kept spinning when his clever mouth and silky hair and dangerous fangs were close to her skin. When he pushed her close to him and their bodies slotted together perfectly. When he spread her legs and her name sounded so sweetly on his tongue. When he...

Maybe she just made a fool of herself if she thought... if she thought. No. Her heart starts to beat faster and she can't let him know. He can't know how much he affects her already.

"Are you alright?"

She jumps, lost in her thought for a moment too long. "I need a bath, I think I'll go to the river. I meet you at the camp."

"Ah, you are cruel. They'll probably think I drained you dry." He hides it well but he is wary now.

"Don't worry, I'll save you before they bring the pitchforks!" She smiles and it works a little. Their banter is back.

There's a lively spark in his eyes for the first time this morning. And she can't help but feels that familiar warmth when he looks like this.

"Thank you for last night," she says lowly and dares to step closer to him. "You were wonderful." She ignores how he freezes when she stands on her toes and kisses his cheek lightly.

When she turns around and walks away from the clearing, she doesn't see how he touches the place where she kissed him.

When she reaches the riverbank she takes a lungful of the fresh air. It clears her head. It makes her shiver again.

When she sits down, she feels tears running down her cheeks.

Some time later, a wet nose touches her arm. Scratch. He licks her face and Lany scrunches her nose and can't help but smile.

"Alright, puppy. Time for breakfast. And saving from pitchforks."

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Author's Note: I know the end is a bit angsty but my Tav is an emotional girlie and is very confused by her feelings for that damn vamp. She just had amazing sex with a worldendingly beautiful vampire who is strangely cold and distant now. She just saw the cruelty of his scars. Scars writen in internal which might mean her dear companion is damned somehow. It's just a lot, okay? But they'll work through it.

[rattusrattus3]

perspective on the ‘bandwagoning’ thing…. i know the cringe culture subject has been big in recent years, but your post makes it sound like theres been a more specific resurgence which i’m not personally aware of. and i’m sure theres more people with that experience, for who your video would not feel like it’s jumping on a current topic

additionally, even for people who are aware of the recent discussions, seeing a video on the subject from a different person that they like the content of can feel unique and refreshing. you’re an individual who will inevitably have your own takes on the matter, as well as subjectively filtering through the takes of others. and you as a creator are someone who your audience looks towards for that sort of thing

additionally (2), someone who’s currently interested in the recent discussions might be watching/reading a bunch of different viewpoints, and yours would happily be added to their watchlist… kind of an “nice! two cakes!” situation

additionally (3), if its a topic you are passionate about and have gone through all the work of making a video about… its worth giving your piece, even if it seems derivative. i know very well that its hard to give up the pressure of outside perspectives towards your work… but ultimately you are very self-driven and confident, so if you’re happy with something you made, that’s the only reason you need to show it off :]

Ahh man :/ thanks … honestly I just get called “cringe” a lot online (lately and generally, and also just have constant fear of my content being ‘cringey’; (bc folks tell me it is lol)) and always have been ‘cringey’ since growing up so wanted to talk about that and how ‘cringe’ wasn’t a bad thing, and how I miss some of the messy nostalgia of my days in the early alt scene ;

but I’ve just been seeing SO MANY POSTS lately being like ‘not being cringe is ruining your life’ and loads of folks in the comments being like ‘this lady is a dumbass and needs to shut up/what a shallow, vapid take/we already know/this is performative/easy for you to say/whatever’ and I’m so so anxious that my stuff will come off the same way -

Making the video (about cringe and all that) also got me thinking on a lot of deeper topics in the subculture and I finally made one of my own videos just talking about all the stuff we seem to never finish discussing (The Music Debate, ‘real goths vs posers’, fast fashion, diy or die, idolization, etc) and ended up splitting my ‘cringe’ video into like, 1 happy silly vid of like ‘just be yourself’ and another one that’s like ‘yes but these are the deeper … limitations and hierarchies that make ‘being yourseld’ really difficult’ ; but honestly after seeing everyone’s post I’m worried (and was already worried) that both are just Extremly Navel Gazy Nonesense that no one needs to hear 😂 and I’m just so worried I sound whiny and complainy in it lmao

The two cakes thing is .. yeah a really powerful mantra I need to remember about creation cause . So true .

Sorry for dumping my rants into the Tumblr void😅 . Thanks for the perspective and I really .. take things a lot more serious than they are (which is fine, just something I need to remember / be aware of)

(I hate the fact that I still care about the judgments of others , feels like no matter how much I tell myself it Doesnt Matter it Cannot Affect Me …. The truth is I’m sensitive as fuck and not really great with emotions :/)

[macsimagines]

Matchup Request Repost!!

@imjustabeanie

YOYOYOYOYOYOYOYO thank you so much you gave me a lot to work with and after a lot of deliberation I present to you your match

i felt like i didn't make it yandere enough sorry!!!

💠💜Mitsuya Takashi & Hakkai Shiba💙💦

Ok so here me out. They love you.

Honestly you balance them out. Mitsuya is obviously the leader in this relationship. He keeps a cool head and grounds the both of you when you need it. Hakkai is the protector, it's his job to keep you and Taka-chan safe. And you? You're the passion and fire. You calling someone out on being an ass? Mitsuya is backing you up and Hakkai is telling them to back the hell off.

For Mitsuya, he adores you both and thinks the world of you. Quietly guiding and giving you both your space to grow and think. Being honest and collected with you when you need to hear it. Always compassionate and understanding of what you're going through. But he is obsessed in love with you so he does use minor manipulation tactics you might be too naive to notice. Maybe guilt tripping and definitely a lot of gaslighting. And what's worse it's never the mean kind. Its always his fault, which then makes you feel bad and feel the need to comfort him and make him feel better. He's so good to you how could you ever be mean.

For Hakkai, it was hard. You came into the picture and he could tell that you were someone that he could trust and someone he wanted to protect. He might be a bit shy, might fluster and freeze up, but it's a good thing your teasing can bring him out of his shell. But don't let that fool you. He is prone to punch first and ask questions later so if he feels you're in danger or being wronged he's quick to handle it.

They know you've been hurt before and betrayed. They feel your pain and want to take it away, to make you feel safe and loved in their arms. But Mitsuya understands that this is a process and he knows you need to take your time opening up to them. Hakkai can probably sympathize with being hurt by people you cared about better than even Taka-chan can.

Space though? Nah, bitch. You might try to take it or self isolate but Mitsuya is super good at manipulating you into coming right out of your shell.

"It's just... Hard. Loving someone that needs this much space. Is it us? Are we hurting you?"

Both indulge in your hobbies, Hakkai is a cute little scaredy baby when you watch your true crimes but he will play your games with you and tease you the whole time. Mitsuya is happy to just work on designs and cuddle up with the both of you on the couch.

And oh? You like to steal clothes? Bitch get ready they like to see you wearing them. Mitsuya has got your aesthetic down so he can pick out pieces that compliment both of your styles. And Hakkai is fucking huge so have fun swimming in the ocean of his hoodies. For a very cute headcanon I think you three would all share a special hoody that you each wear at different times. It smells like all of you and honestly it makes you all feel each other even when you're not around. Also these clothes probably have a tracer on them.

Baking? Good. Feed the babies. Hakkai will eat your confectionaries like a beast and Mitsuya's little sisters love your sweets almost more than their big brother.

Also presents? Yes please! Takashi appreciates them and returns the gesture ten fold. He always knows just what to get. Hakkai struggles because he is a precious bean too good and pure for this world. But he loves everything his partners do for him and tries his best.

"...What the fuck is tha-," "I won it at the arcade for you. Do you like it?" "...yes."

Couple songs!!!

for you and Hakkai I picked this

I think this is a chill vibe for the both of you and really captures how pure his affection is

For you and Mitsuya I went with this https://youtu.be/i7zsG3XFUd8?si=rWd-KMLjKDiqPm7x

Which I know is a little odd, but I think this kind of captures how he really feels about the both of you. He wants to be with you but no pressure.

For all of you!!

Ya just wholesome vibes all around!!

[calliopefiction]

Hi!! I just finished playing through chapter 8 and it was amazing!!! The dance was so sweet. I can’t wait for more! I’m so worried for Vynn though ;w;

Vynn’s been my favorite since I first started playing and I made this fanart of them a couple weeks ago. How you describe their eyes is so sweet, all chocolate and brown. I love all the songs too! The scene where MC tells Vynn that they’re a changeling is probably my favorite scene so far, Vynn is too good :D

I wanted to ask, what were your inspirations for all the different characters? Which ones did you create first? If you’re busy or have already answered this before feel free to skip, I was just curious! Thank you for creating this story! ^o^ <3

First of all, that piece of art is wonderful! Vynn looks so utterly charming there, I love it!

Happy to hear that you enjoyed chapter 8. I'm also always glad to see appreciation for Vynn! They're such an integral part of the MCs life, whether as their best friend or otherwise, so it's great to see readers enjoying that dynamic.

That's a great question, I am happy to answer!

It's difficult to say which character I created first. I knew from the start that there would be a prince, a best friend, and a representative of the fae. So I'd say the ideas for Az'Lean, Vynn, and Maeve came to me rather quickly. Then I figured there should be a half-fae character, which ended up being Lester, and a magic-expert on the human side, which then became Thianne.

As far as inspirations go, I sometimes don't even consciously know that I'm drawing inspiration from, or sometimes it is just a part of my own personality manifesting itself in the characters.

For Az'Lean, my thought process was along the lines of 'stereotypical fairytale prince character, but his mother was killed by fae in front of his eyes' and then I extrapolated what kind of person he would be like from there. Honestly, a prince seeking revenge isn't that novel a concept, but I think what makes Az'Lean so compelling is that he isn't too overt about it, and that there's a lot more to him than that. He has a very specific role in the narrative, and so many of his characteristics arose from that. His care for his kingdom, his complex dynamic with the MC, his duty as a prince - all of that is connected.

For Vynn, I imagined a sort of 'bard knight' archetype, someone who should stand in opposition to the more duty-driven MC while filling the role of the supportive best friend. Some of my own personal struggles kind of ended up reflected in Vynn: the wish to be a writer for a living, but being unable to, inspired the idea that Vynn would only be a knight out of obligation, while music would be their true passion. Since they aren't invested in knighthood, they also make for the perfect bastion of neutrality. Humans? Fae? Vynn doesn't care much either way, so they can easily accept the MC no matter how they identify, and it is important to have a character like that.

For Maeve, since she was the first fae character (aside from the MC) that I came up with, I wanted her to be their representative in more than just the narrative sense. At the same time, I wanted her to be Az'Lean's opposite. While Az'Lean hides some of his darkness behind a princely veneer, I wanted Maeve to at first appear off-putting, untrustworthy, and difficult to read, while hiding all of her warmth and compassion underneath. She was always supposed to be a bit mysterious and otherworldy, but still a very 'human' character, for lack of a better word. I decided to make her a dryad not only to tie her to the location of the castle gardens, but also to represent nature, longevity and old wisdom, as well as femininity and healing.

For Lester, obviously he needed to fill the role of half-fae. From there, I soon got the idea that he would be at odds with Az'Lean, so once again, I created him as a sort of foil to Az'Lean, while making sure he also felt distinctly 'fae-like'. Where Az'Lean is ice, Lester is fire. Not only in the sense of being a fire-sprite, but also personality wise. He should be volatile, impulsive, difficult to get close to, but also bright and full of life. He harbours resentment similarly to Az'Lean, but expresses it differently. I also wanted him to carry some of that fae mischief and wit with him.

For Thianne, I kind of liked the idea of her being a foil to Maeve, instead. They should both be magic-experts and fountains of knowledge, but whereas Maeve shares it readily, Thianne keeps it to herself. While Maeve expresses her emotions freely, Thianne has difficulty doing so. She is much more reserved, and much less invested in whatever is going on. Thianne leans heavily on her rationality, and so it seems like she doesn't care about the human-fae conflict and revenge and all that, but she is still very much on the side of humanity, which I thought was a perspective still lacking. Also, I find dry humour very funny, and she is the perfect character to make use of it.

So to sum up: I created the characters by looking at what the story needed, and then looking at how the characters function in relation to each other. I defined them through contrast with each other, to make sure that all of the characters feel unique.