#but im looking forward to more Raven so here’s hoping

[yangscowlick]

Given early RWBY was definitely a family affair, grabbing so-and-so’s girlfriend or that guy down the hall to voice a character to varying success — it’s honestly remarkable Raven panned out so well. I was thanking the lucky stars that they got real VAs for Winter, Qrow and Summer, but honestly, Anna Hullum has no business being as good as she is. I don’t know Rooster Teeth very well and am pretty new to RWBY, so I had just assumed she was a pro, but finally looked her up and like??? So good???

[yanderecrazysie]

Twisted Zoo: Chapter Six

This is based on the stories of a keeper reader with the octotrio by @ashensgrotto and @merakiui.

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Summary: You’re a brand new zookeeper at The Halfling Zoo- a place where half-animals live in captivity. Your job is simple- feed them and study them. Your main worry is that one of the more dangerous halflings might kill you. 

Unfortunately, that may become the least of your worries.

Previous part: Chapter Five

Next Part: Chapter Seven

WARNINGS: suggestive content

Note: All characters are aged up, since there will be mature themes in future parts.

Also, I can’t promise I’ll finish this. I suck at finishing stories.

Note 2: Sorry for this being so late.

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The first place to start was the aquarium. You were a little excited to see Floyd again, considering how friendly he was. If you were going to make a huge discovery, it may just be with the eel halflings.

You walked up to the water and peered down at it. It’s hard to see anything down there. From the surface, you could only see indistinct shapes of rocks and coral. You put your hand in the water and splashed it a little, hoping to get the attention of the creatures down below.

Suddenly, an arm seizes your hand and starts to pull. You lose your balance and tumble forward, falling into the water with a splash. You gasp and swallow salt water, gagging on the taste and, once you surfaced, scrabbling desperately against the concrete walkway that led up to the water’s edge.

You noticed a metal railing on your left, probably meant for divers to get out of the water easily. You began to swim for it but your ankle was grabbed and you were dunked under the water once more.

Once you surfaced, you spun around and were met with Floyd’s mismatched gaze. He giggled and playfully tugged on your ankle again.

“Stop!” you yelled, the sound echoing against the walls. Floyd let go of your ankle and moved backwards, looking like a kicked puppy.

You swam to the railing and pulled yourself out. You pulled your notebook out of your pocket to find it ruined, the paper too waterlogged to use. Thankfully, you used different notepads for each enclosure, so the notes from the days prior were safe, but the three notepads you had brought today were unusable.

“We don’t do that, Floyd,” you said sternly, “I don’t go into the water.”

Floyd blew bubbles in the water, his eyes sad. Suddenly, he disappeared into the water with a large splash that hit your already soaking body. You shivered in the cold air, wishing you had a towel. 

An eel surfaced, and you were about to scold Floyd again, before you realized the halfling was Jade, and not his twin.

“Hello, Jade,” you said wearily.

Jade blinked softly at you, before saying, “I am sorry for Floyd.”

Your heart melted a little, “It’s okay.”

It would be fine. You could just take notes when you got home. Next time, you’d put them in a waterproof container or ziplock bag or something before visiting the aquarium.

Floyd resurfaced, holding something black in his hands. It took you a moment to realize it was a tentacle. Confused, you watched as he dragged a blushing Azul to the surface.

“Brought… octopus… you asked,” Floyd said proudly.

It took you a few moments to put things together. Floyd was trying to make it up to you by bringing you Azul, who you had asked for yesterday.

“Floyd…” you weren’t even sure what to say to the eel. He clearly didn’t have any bad intentions when he pulled you into the water- he probably thought it was a game or something.

You sighed, “It’s okay, Floyd, I forgive you.”

Floyd swam up to the edge of the tank, blinking up at you with his heterochromatic eyes, still holding one of Azul’s tentacles.

Azul looked half-furious, half-mortified, trying in vain to get his tentacle out of Floyd’s grip.

“Floyd, you should let go of Azul,” you said gently. Floyd pouted for a moment, upset that you weren’t proud of him for bringing the octopus halfling to you, but let go of the tentacle. It immediately shot through the water, back to Azul, who began to sink under the water.

“Wait! I wanted to say ‘hi’ to you!”

Azul stopped in his tracks and turned his head to you, disbelief etched on his features. 

“My name’s (Y/n). I’m glad to meet all three of you,” you said, holding out a hand.

The three of them stared at your outstretched hand before Jade swam closer and gently put his clawed, webbed hand in yours and shook. His arm slipped back into the water without a splash. 

Floyd was fascinated by the action and reached up to grab your hand. For a moment, he tightened like he might pull you into the water, but once glance at your panicked face made him click disappointedly and release your hand.

Azul approached almost confidently and diplomatically shook your hand as though you were making a business deal with him. It was such a contrast from his normally-skittish attitude, that you almost forgot to shake back.

Floyd suddenly started to yell “(Y/n)!” over and over again. It was so loud that you covered your ears, the echoes bouncing off the walls as though he were shouting it three times at once.

“Floyd! Calm down!”

Floyd giggled and crooned, “Floyd, Jade, Azul, (Y/n)!” 

“Yes, those are our names,” you said with a tired laugh.

You looked at the clock and cursed. You had to split your time between three exhibits, which meant you had to get out of there now. “Guys, I gotta go.”

Floyd let out a sad wail, throwing himself against the tank wall and sinking down slowly and dramatically. You held back a laugh and waved to the other two halflings.

“I’ll see you all in a few days.”

“Days?!” Floyd wailed.

“Sorry, Floyd. Next time, don’t drown me please.”

Floyd stuck out his tongue and you laughed.

You left the aquarium, shivering when the cool air hit your soaked clothes and skin. Thankfully, there weren’t many guests in this area, but the ones that were around stared at you. You hurried to the reptile house, sighing in relief as the warm air from the heating lamps washed over you.

You opened up the door to the snake tank and stepped inside. “Hey Jamil, Kalim, I’m back!”

A white-haired head shot up out of the bushes, “(Y/n)!”

“Hi, Kalim,” you laughed at his enthusiasm and crouched down as he slithered towards you. He didn’t draw himself to full height, so that he would be only a little taller than your crouched form.

To your surprise, his hands shot out and grabbed the sides of your face. You were stunned into silence as Kalim let out a laugh, “So soft!”

“Kalim!” you weren’t sure how to react, so you gently took both of his hands and pulled them away from your face. He resisted, pressing his palms harder into your cheeks.

“Nooo, soft,” Kalim whined, pouting as if you were trying to take something precious away from him.

“Kalim, you can’t just hold onto my face,” you explained, trying fruitlessly to remove his hands.

“Soft!” Kalim exclaimed, as if that explained everything.

“Kalim, you can’t,” you protested, trying to stay calm, “It’s making me uncomfortable.”

The boa constrictor finally released your face, pouting slightly, “Sorry. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said, taking a deep breath. You knew he didn’t mean any harm, but you really didn’t like being touched without your permission. You could feel your hands trembling a little from the unwanted contact so you placed them on your lap.

“Where’s Jamil? I’d like to talk to him too,” you asked.

“Right here,” Jamil’s smooth voice answered. You could see his face peering at you from between two bushes. He looked amused and you had a sinking feeling he had been watching the whole thing without offering any assistance. His eyes strayed to your shaking hands and the smile grew a little.

“Jamil is best friend!” Kalim said happily.

The smile on Jamil’s face disappeared immediately. It seemed Kalim’s feelings were a little one-sided and you felt kind of bad for him. Both of them, actually.

Imagine being stuck in a tank with someone who doesn’t like you. Or maybe worse, imagine being stuck in a tank with someone you don’t like.

“Do you mind if I take notes on you both?” you asked, “We can talk too, if you feel like it!”

Kalim lit up like a Christmas tree, “Wanna talk!”

“About what?” you asked happily.

Kalim stared at you blankly. For a moment, you thought he didn’t understand, but then you realized he just didn’t know what to talk about.

“Can you tell me what it’s like to be snake halflings?” you asked, directing you question to include Jamil.

Jamil tilted his head, “We took a deal to live here. I sometimes regret that decision.”

You cringed a little as Kalim laughed happily, “No regrets for me!” He seemed completely oblivious to the fact that Jamil was glaring at him.

Jamil slithered closer to you, “If you lived in the wild, having to feed off of rats, wouldn’t you want to move to a place where you are fed like a king?”

“Well, probably,” you admitted, “You wouldn’t have to fight to survive.”

“Exactly. But would you want humans tapping on the glass every day, trying to make you move?”

“No,” you replied, “I wouldn’t.”

“But which is worse?” Jamil asked, “Fighting to see the next day or being a zoo animal?”

“I- I don’t know,” you admitted, “Both have their own cons and pros.”

“‘Cons and pros’?” Jamil asked, confused by the phrase.

“Their own good and bad things,” you explained.

“Ah, yes. Their own good and bad things,” Jamil sighed, “Good and bad.”

Kalim looked back and forth between you two, wearing a confused expression on his face. “I like here,” he said, “Happy here.”

“I’m glad for you, Kalim,” you said, reaching over to ruffle his white hair. His eyes widened at the motion, pupils dilating. His tongue, one that matched a snake’s, but larger, flicked out to taste the air before disappearing into his mouth again.

You were fascinated, “Your tongue- I’ve never seen you do that before.” Normally, snakes were always showing their tongue, using it to scent predators, sense prey, and attract mates. However, neither of the snake halflings showed their tongues until now.

Jamil chuckled and disappeared back into the bushes. Kalim tilted his head at you and smiled, not responding.

“I should probably go see the next halfling,” you said. You couldn’t see the clock, but you knew that you had spent a good chunk of time with them.

Kalim’s tail wrapped around your ankle, but you pried it off of you. He pouted once more, but peacefully watched as you left the tank, promising to be back in a few days.

You walked to the other side of the room, waving at a few guests before slipping through the employee door into the lizard’s tank. “Hey, Idia, I’m back!”

“That’s fine,” came the dreary responding voice. You couldn’t find the source under all the bushes, so you waded carefully through them, making sure not to step on anything blue.

The lizard halfling doesn’t seem to be very friendly. Or, rather, he doesn’t seem very happy.

“Is there anything I can do to cheer you up?” you asked.

“No,” Idia replied.

“What do you like to eat, if not burgers?” you asked the halfling you still could not find.

“In the wild, I ate insects,” he drawled, “So fried grasshoppers would be nice.”

“I’ll put in a good word with your keeper,” you told him, finally spotting electric blue scales in the corner of his tank.

Idia lay on his stomach, head resting on his crossed arms. He looked up at you with a bored expression, “Thanks.”

“It’s no problem,” you said cheerfully, crouching down across from him, “If they don’t change your diet, I’ll try to bring you something.”

Idia’s eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened, “Y-you would do that? For me?”

“Of course,” you said with a gentle smile. Idia did not return the gesture, but you could tell his features had softened a little.

“I don’t like humans. Or other halflings,” Idia said in his soft, dreary voice.

“I understand,” you replied, “Do you want to be left alone for now?” It would suck if he said “yes”, sure, but you knew you had to take getting close to him in little steps.

Idia was silent for a moment before sighing, “No, you can stay.”

“Do you enjoy being here?” you asked, remembering your conversation with the snakes.

“Yes,” Idia replied immediately.

“Why?”

“I requested my own tank, so I don’t have to interact with anyone else. I get to be alone as long as I want.”

“Introvert, huh?” you laughed.

“What is that? Why are you laughing at me?” Idia sounded hurt, and you rushed to explain.

“No, no, I just meant… introvert means you like being alone at least sometimes,” you said, “I wasn’t laughing at you, I just…”

“Of course you would laugh at me,” Idia said, burying his face in his arms.

“No, it’s okay!” you said frantically, “I would never want to insult you. I’m so sorry.”

Idia peeked at you from under his arms, “Really? You won’t insult me?”

“Of course.”

“I…” Idia sighed softly, “I want to be alone for now. It’s nothing personal. Just… too much for today.”

“Okay,” you said reluctantly, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Idia sighed again, watching you as you got up and left the enclosure, feeling like you’d messed up big time.

There were so many things to remember… you really wish Floyd hadn’t destroyed all of your notebooks for the day, because you’d have to write everything down as soon as you got home. You were so upset that you barely realized you had arrived at the next enclosure’s door.

You opened it up and embraced the humid air of the “jungle”. Like before, the two albino tigers stood near the door as though they were guards. This time, Silver was awake and alert, both of them staring at you with stern expressions.

Sebek’s expression softened as he recognized you, but Silver’s remained poker-faced. 

“What are you doing here again? We have already been fed,” Sebek said, suspicion lacing his voice.

“I’m here as a researcher. I was wondering if we could talk,” you said, trying to sound like you weren’t intimidated by the predators in front of you.

Silver’s ears and tail twitched at your words, but Sebek remained stiff.

“Talk about what?” Sebek asked.

“Well, are you enjoying your time here?” you asked, “What made you come here?”

“Young master is fascinated by humans and decided to take the zoo owner’s offer. We decided to follow him.”

“Young master?”

“Malleus.”

The panther with horns, you realized with a start. The amount of respect that they must have for him, choosing to follow him to a zoo halfway across the world, made you a little scared of him. To think there was a halfling here that could use magic… It made you more than a little nervous to know you had to approach him.

“Are you enjoying your time here?” you repeated.

“It is nice,” Silver spoke up, his expression still not changing, “Comfortable. No competition for prey.”

Sebek nodded, “It is better here.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” you were genuinely relieved. Jamil seemed to have his reservations, but everyone else seemed happy enough.

“You want to see Malleus?” Silver asked.

“Young master is not one to be approached so casually!” Sebek roared. You covered your ears, the sound reverberating in your skull.

“Maybe you could escort me. You know, since you and Malleus are so close,” you suggested.

Sebek seemed stunned, “Young master and I? Close?”

“He wouldn’t have let you come if he didn’t care about you, right?” you weren’t sure your logic made sense, but you did want to make the tigers happy.

Silver stood up straighter, but his face was still stern. Maybe he doesn’t show emotion well.

“I would appreciate it if you could bring me to see Malleus and the other panther halfling,” you said.

“Lilia?” Silver said, perking up a little, “Yes, we can see him.”

“Alright, let’s go!” you said cheerfully.

“We can see him,” Silver said again.

You followed his gaze and realized that, once again, the panther with black and pink hair was hanging upside down on the branch above you. You recoiled in surprise, “You- you scared me! Geez…”

Lilia let himself fall to the ground, landing on his feet gracefully, “I’m sorry. Did not mean to scare.”

“It’s okay,” you said, holding a hand to your heart, feeling it pound under your skin. It began to slow as you got over the shock of his sudden appearance.

“Can we all go see Malleus?” you asked him. Somehow you felt safer approaching him with three halflings on your side than if you were alone.

Lilia looked surprised. After a moment, he replied, “Yes. We can.”

The four of you, led by Sebek, walked through the jungle. You finally came across the clearing you had been to earlier, finding the horned panther stretched out on the rock, as if awaiting your arrival.

You waved at him and his eyes widened, as though he didn’t expect it. He sat up, “You approach me without fear, child of man.”

You realized he was right. Although you had been afraid at the thought earlier, now that you stood before him, you had no fear. In fact, you kind of felt fascinated. As if in a daze, you walked up to him and asked, “Can I touch your horns?”

Sebek made a spluttering noise, Silver’s expression finally changed to surprise, and Lilia let out a soft gasp. Malleus’s eyes widened even further before a gentle smile spread across his face.

“Yes, you may touch,” Malleus said softly.

You reached out and touched the right horn, your fingers touching the rigid surface, surprising you with its warmth. Malleus’s eyes fluttered closed and he let out a soft sigh, as though pleased by your actions. You wrapped your hand around it, feeling how tough it was and moved your hands down, feeling how it went from slim to thick. 

Malleus let out a moan, jolting under your touch. Time seemed to freeze as he slapped a hand over his mouth in embarrassment. Your face ablaze, you let go of his horn and profusely apologized.

Silver and Sebek were avoiding Malleus and your gaze, looking in opposite directions with blushes on their cheeks. Lilia, on the other hand, let out a giggle.

“I should… um… go back now!” you said, backing away. Malleus nodded, hiding his face from you with one hand.

You, Silver, Sebek, and Lilia began the trek to the enclosure door, Lilia still giggling the whole way. When you got to your destination, you awkwardly waved to them.

“Wait,” Lilia said. You turned around and he continued, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For making him happy,” Lilia said with a closed-eyed smile. 

Cheeks heating up, you managed to mutter out a goodbye before fumbling with the lock and bursting out the door. 

All three pairs of eyes watched as you left the zoo.

[divinesolas]

Flowers | The Series | Chapter 17 | Surprise!

Summary: You receive even more unexpected visitors and receive some upsetting news that you are not looking forward to.

Jacaerys Velaryon x Dunn!Reader

a.n: GOD SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT !!! i really appreciate all the comments and promise to get around to responding to any ive missed !! hoping to have this story done by the end of the month <3 im already working on the next one as i write so dont worry about another long wait i swear.

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You had thought that would be the most exciting thing to happen, Joffrey would stay for awhile before he returned to his duties in the eyrie and then everything would go back to the sort of normalcy you had before.

Yet your parents received a raven that had your stomach turning inside out. “We are to go to the Highgarden's to welcome prince Jacaerys and his soon to be wife lady Cassandra Baratheon for their engagement tour, Highgarden is apparently the first stop.” Your father ripped the letter for your mothers hands and skimmed it over himself, “They are asking all the families to arrive and bring an engagement gift? this is ridiculous!” Dorothy, the head maid of the house scoff as she placed a plate of food on the table. “The nerve of them.”

You have lost all your appetite.

you measly push around the food on your plate while everyone around you erupts into boisterous chatter. "after that man publicly humiliated my daughter? they dare ask this of us? the nerve!" "maybe she could fake illness and wont have to attend the festivities?" "i can already see their snug faces as they look upon her ugh i refuse to attend such an ordeal."

When your hands slam on the table all chatter seizes and all eyes turn to you where you keep your head down towards the table. wordlessly you walk out the hall and the others in the room look at each other concerned.

you find yourself mindlessly walking through the fields as you attempt to catch your breath. it is fine. you were simply not chosen that is all. and now he wants you to attend his stupid engagement tour? for an engagement to a women that is not you? you fall on your back and stare at the sky in disbelief. this was ridiculous almost outright shameless to point you cannot believe it was his idea. Cassandra never did like you maybe this was her way of trying to stick it to you and laugh in your face.

your face grows sour at the idea of having to watch her snarkily brag with jacaerys on her arm you were going to be sick.

You had thought you were finally making progress moving pass your feelings for the prince but if anything they have only gotten worse. you think of him far too often these days especially with joffrey and trisk here. a part of you wonder if he thinks of you too. its a foolish thought, he had made his choice and there was nothing else to do but to live with it and move on.

You close your eyes and fall into a light sleep unable to continue thinking in reality and far more interested in living in dream land where he laid with you as well. hes there waiting for you, the familiar flower fields of your homeland being a comforting sight and with him sitting there you fell all the more better. He strokes your cheek gently when you open your eyes to greet him, a comforting smile on his face. “my love.” your eyes fall closed as you grab his hand and press it closer to your skin. “wont you look at me?”

Harshly you shake your head, though the limbo you meet him in is merely a dream the pain of reality still stings at your skin. “you will not even allow me to hear your voice my love?” you squeeze your eyes shut as he caresses your face. “it hurts.” his other hand comes up and plays with your hair, “its alright my love just look at me.” you fight with yourself for a few moments before your eyes flutter open and your heart aches. He looks as beautiful as ever, smiling down at you with moon crested eyes.

“there you are.” you hate the way a smile creeps up on your face and you especially hate the way his grin grows at that. “i hate to see you so upset.” this has you huffing and you try to sit uo but he keeps you firmly in his lap. “you have no right to say that to me.” his face falls and he cups your cheek as you turn your head away from him. “im sorry.” “then why did you do it?” your fictional prince has no response and thats because you have no clue as well.

as if he is a brush of air he disappears as you willed him to and sit up with your head in your hands. he had basically told you he wanted to marry you, scared off any other suitors you could have had gods you were even in a courtship before he wormed his way in and for what? nothing.

You force your eyes open and suddenly you are right back to reality where you huff as you shakily stand taking a deep breath as you realize the sun is much higher in the sky. how long had you been out here? you decide you should head inside before you freeze at the silence around you.

the fields especially this time of year are bursting with people tending to the flowers for the seasons prep but you can’t see a single soul out there. You wonder where everyone could have gone, maybe you are still dreaming. you walk back towards the castle once taking one last final look around before heading inside and you pause.

now you know this must be a dream because why would three dragons be sitting on one of the empty fields not too far from your home. you must be seeing things.

Yet when you walk into the hall you quickly realize you are not making things up or seeing things as when you pinch your arm the group of three stands before you and you feel your stomach plummet. “just the lady we wished to see.”

you find yourself bowing as your mind races trying to understand what was going on, “my princes, princess.” “just the lady i was looking to see!” “you honor me my prince.” lucerys eagerly walks over to you and grips your hands in his. “i have missed you. things ive been grim without you.” Despite how confused you are by his presence or even his words you force out a smile, “You honor me.”

You have no clue what else to say or what else to do. Every single pair of eyes in the room are looking upon you and you look down at your hands as you mind tries to make sense of this mess. thankfully aemond grips lucerys back and tugs him away from you. “he is as eager as always do not mind him lady dunn.” You’re more than thankful for the saving, you weakly grin at him as you still try to make sense that members of the royal family now stand in your familys main hall.

your eyes drift towards your parents who seem just as bewildered and lost as you are. You use the opportunity of lucerys and aemond bickering with one another to slip around them to go stand next to your parents who urge you next to them. “what is happening?” Your mother tilts her head down towards your ear and your eyes widen in horror at her words.

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jacaerys realizes his life ie much quieter today. As he roams around the halls he feels as though he is missing something but he has no clue what. He’s done all his studying, hes sat through the unbearable meeting with cassandra and his mother about the wedding preparations, he did his afternoon training what was missing?

He tried not to think about most things these days. Simply allowing life to pass around him while he keeps a mundane routine but today was truly throwing him off. When he walks into one of the common rooms he stops before cassandra and aegon who seem to be chatting about something at the table but the two stop when jacaery approaches, cassandra even looks embarrassed that jace had walked in on them but he does not acknowledge it. “my sweet nephew! finally done being broody today?”

He rolls his eyes, why does he even bother but as he turns to walk away he freezes and turns back around. “Where is everyone else?” Normally the rest of his siblings and lucerys would all be sitting around with him but only cassandra is there awkward sipping at her chalice full of what he only hopes to be tea.

Aegons grin turns sinister and jacaerys feels a pit of dread grow in his stomach. “oh did you not hear? they left to the reach just this morning. you know, for your tour.” Jacaerys stares in confusion as aegon takes a happy chug from his wine. “the engagement tour.” “i know the tour you speak of.” Aegons chuckles fill the room as cassandra looks back and forth between the two men. “why ever would they leave now? the tyrells are no where near ready to host.”

“oh no. theyre not staying with the tyrells.” jacaerys head turns in confusion while aegon only seems to be happier the more and more this conversation goes on. “did they not tell you? the dunn’s will be hosting them for our stay in the reach. Theyve gone to go hang out with our good friend lady y/n.”

Aegon cannot stop the roar of laughter that bubbles up in his throat at his own words and he folds over in his own fit of laughter. Cassandra looks bewildered by this news and sits up straight. “house dunn? truly? i thought flower hall was a rather, small place.”

Her real feelings about the matter and the state of house dunn and its hall very clear in her expression and tone. She looks over at jacaerys too worried about his reaction to only see a blank look on his face as he looks upon the two of them. Jacaerys rapidly blinks for a moment before he slowly opens his mouth. “how pleasant.” after which he spins on his heel and walks out the room swiftly.

Aegon pouts as he watches jacaerys leave, clearly he had been hoping for a better reaction out of the crowned prince. aegon however turns back towards cassandra with a smirk. “bah who cares about all that though right? lets go back to what we were talking about.” A blush creeps up on her face as aegon leans towards her the conversation they had just had with jacaerys already gone from her mind.

[devildom-moss]

LOVE your works !!!!!! i adore how everytime u write, it just kind of turns into a very subtle character study (at least that's what i'm getting) it's vvv nice and the kind of writing im into <33

it's gmt for me so idk if i'm way past the cut off and this might be an odd request btw but a reader refusing lucifer and belphie's offer of a pact after yk... everything lol. it's up to u if the reader eventually accepts but i want it to hurt 🤌🏻

Thank you so much, that's so sweet. I hope you will see your request since I'm taking so long, and I hope you like it. I hope its got enough angst and hurt. I think they have two different types of hurt in it. Lucifer's has more of his pain and Belphie's has more of the reader's pain.

Rejecting their pact offers

(Lucifer x gn!MC) (Belphegor x gn!MC)

(Slightly suggestive for Belphegor) (angst) (hurt; pain; implied physical and emotion harm to reader; slight yandere!Belphegor; Belphie is really creepy in this with some non-consent elements regarding touching/kissing)

Word Count: +2,000

Lucifer

You dreaded spending time alone with Lucifer, so you were displeased to receive a message from him – and even more unhappy that it had arrived, coincidentally, just as you had finished your assignment, when you were looking forward to being able to unwind. Your hopeful plans were crushed by an arrogant invite:

Lucifer: Meet me in my study once you’re free. Alone. Don’t keep me waiting.

Your first instinct was to pretend that you were busy all night and didn’t have time for whatever he wanted, but you knew you wouldn’t enjoy your night if you were constantly on guard and worried about your leisure being interrupted. You could pretend you didn’t read it – after all, you turned your read receipts off specifically because of Lucifer. You could wash up and head straight to bed, sacrificing your free time for the sake of avoiding Lucifer. But avoiding him would only result in his nagging the following morning, and he had already ruined your night, so you might as well safeguard your morning peace by appeasing him. Hopefully whatever he wanted would be quick and painless. With a sigh, you reluctantly dragged yourself in the direction of his study.

You knocked at the door despite it being open ajar.

“MC, please enter,” Lucifer spoke up. He knew it was you; his brothers never knocked. You heard the shuffling of paper and the creaking of his desk chair as you opened the door fully. “You’re slightly earlier than I expected. I’m glad to know that your studies are not giving you any trouble – or at least, I suspect that’s why you’re here so soon.”

“Yeah,” you answered him shortly. He seemed flustered by your presence – which would be entertaining outside of the current situation. You stood in the doorway, watching Lucifer collect his papers and tidy his workspace before walking over. His looming figure inched closer, but you stood your ground. “Did you need something from me, Lucifer?”

“Right. Please take a seat. Can I pour you a glass of Demonus? I’ve acquired a new bottle from Diavolo, and I’ve been looking forward to trying it. I’d like to open it with you.” Lucifer walked over to his bar; pulled a bottle from the very back of the top shelf, hidden behind a taxidermy raven; and grabbed two clean glasses.

“No thank you. I’m fine.”

“Oh.” The sound left him so quietly, you weren’t certain he had intended for you to hear it. He put one of the glasses back, hoping you wouldn’t notice, and poured himself a drink. “Suit yourself.”

“Was that all?” Your eyes wandered the room. You hadn’t been in here for a while, and the last time was not particularly ideal.

“Of course not!” Lucifer looked away indignantly. “I wouldn’t call you to my study just for a drink. I have something important to discuss.”

“Alright.”

Lucifer took a sip of his drink before speaking again; his subtle delays – the slow draining of your time and patience – annoyed you. “You’ve impressed me over the last few months, and you’ve managed to make pacts with each of my brothers. I believe you’ve proven yourself worthy of a pact with me. That is, so long as we make one thing clear: if we form a pact, I own you. I don’t care who else you’re entangled with, you’ll be mine.”

“No. I’m good.” You shook your head to accentuate your response.

“What?” Every muscle in Lucifer’s body tightened, and the glass in his hand formed a superficial crack. His eyes widened. Shock and anger fed off each other as Lucifer sat there speechless.

“I don’t trust you,” you admitted. Somehow, you were thrilled to finally have the opportunity to tell Lucifer how you truly felt.

“After everything we’ve been through together?” Lucifer scoffed. He thought he had proven himself to you. He’d come so far since the last time he had tried to hurt you. He thought you were both past this – that you meant more to each other by now.

“No, Lucifer, after everything you did to me.” You sat up from the chair, rage rising with you. You had done nothing but try to help him and his family, and he had done nothing but hurt you. Even when he had saved you, it was usually for his own selfish reasons. By the time he had developed this strange infatuation with you, you had no trust left to give him. You had no foreseeable interest in furthering a relationship with him – especially not after the pompous way he asked you.

“MC, please, be reasonable. You know very well why I reacted the way I did at the time. You’re a part of my family now,” Lucifer pleaded with you desperately, trying to show you his version of reason. He grabbed your wrist and clung to you tightly, afraid to let you leave. “I won’t hurt you like that again. I promise. I adore you much too much.”

“Lucifer,” you half-sighed, half-winced, “let go. You’re hurting me right now.”

“I’m sorry,” Lucifer apologized. He quickly let go of you and brought his hand back to his chest, wide-eyed and terrified. “Please. . . I’ve never offered this to a human before.”

You could hear the heartbreak in his voice, it trembled on his vocal cords and shook his breath. It was his last resort to persuade you: to show you that he had never been this vulnerable, and he didn’t know how to handle your rejection. You knew he needed you to accept his offer – or at least consider it. Anything except rejection would be survivable.

“Please?” Lucifer begged softly; his cheeks flushed with shame.

“Just because I’m your first and you might have changed, it doesn’t mean I have to accept your offer.”

Belphegor

You could have sworn that you had locked your door before heading to bed last night – and no one could blame you for still feeling a bit cautious after the events that occurred a few weeks ago. Yet, you were disturbed by the creaking of your bedroom door – if it hadn’t been unlocked before, it certainly was now. The soft shuffle of exhausted demon feet creeped towards your bed. You gulped and inched closer to the wall, hoping your eyes would adjust, and you would see Mammon. Maybe he had a nightmare. Or maybe it was Asmo, and he was lonely. Maybe Beel got lost on his way back from the kitchen – and hopefully not on his way towards the kitchen.

“Sleepy,” a soft voice muttered, and your hope plummeted. Fear spiked, prickling up your spine as you felt Belphegor crawl into bed next to you. His hands pat the bed gently, searching for your body, feeling for your warmth. He whined, “MC, hold me.”

“Sleep in your own bed, please.” You tried to sound firm, but your voice trembled at the last word. Maybe it was fear, but maybe your own lips could hardly stomach the thought of begging a demon like Belphegor to let you sleep in peace. After everything he did, why did he think he had the right to break into your room in the middle of the night and crawl into your bed?

“Too far now, and I want to sleep with you.”

Against your will, Belphie wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, resting his head on your shoulder. He nuzzled into you, taking in your scent with a deep, calm inhale. A gentle hum left him.

It was infuriating, the way he relaxed against you while your body tensed with an overflow of negative emotions: anger, annoyance, anxiety. It wasn’t fair that he could drift peacefully to sleep, clinging to you, after everything he did. You wished he would stop – that he would let you go and return to his room, shutting the door on his way out. You’d make sure it was locked this time; you’d double check it and put a curse on it if you had to.

“I was thinking,” Belphegor hummed mindlessly without even opening his eyes. He practically sounded happy. “We should make a pact.”

Your blood boiled, and you stared at his restful form in the dark. “No, Belphegor. I don’t want a pact with you.”

“Why not?” he started, eyes shooting open to stare at you in disbelief for a brief moment before he remembered. He lowered his eyes and attempted to bury his face against your arm. “Don’t answer that.”

“You know why.” There was spite in your words – so bitter that Belphegor couldn’t ignore it even if he wanted to.

Suddenly he felt he had to do something, and before you could understand what was happening, Belphie had tackled you, pinning your hands down at your sides and straddling your lap. The dim glow of his amethyst eyes soaked up all the light in the room when he stared down at you. His grip on your hands wasn’t tight, but a familiar fear clawed at your throat, cutting back your desire to protest.

“Hush. Relax. I’m not a threat anymore. I love you. I want you. For fuck’s sake, if I was going to hurt you again, I would have done it already, so please, please don’t be scared. I need you. Come on, accept a pact with me, please?” The light from his eyes disappeared from your sight as he dipped down. You felt him kiss up your neck lazily, his warm breath tickling your skin. From anyone else, this might have felt loving and affectionate, but from Belphegor, it seemed cruel – as if he was kissing where his hands might have bruised like some panacea that came too late. “Please? Don’t make me keep begging.”

“Get off!” Your voice came back to you in a frightened yelp, still hushed in the dark of night. You struggled and writhed beneath him. The panic was setting in.

“You’re scared?” Belphie questioned, almost surprised by his effect on you. He pulled back to meet your eyes, but you had them shut tight. “Hey, look at me. I told you I loved you. Don’t be scared.”

“Let me go, Belphegor.” You lifted your arms slightly, only for him to force them back down.

“Form a pact with me,” he insisted. He kissed just above your collarbone, allowing his lips to linger on your skin. “If we had a pact, you could control me. I can feel your pulse pounding; I know you’re scared, but if we make a pact, you’ll never have to be afraid of me again.”

“I’ll scream, Belphegor. I swear,” you warned.

“Shh,” Belphegor let go of one of your hands to cover your mouth. He held your gaze with a delusional sweetness. You felt tears prick the corners of your eyes, praying for someone to barge into your room and end this. Belphegor cooed, “I promise I won’t ever hurt you again. I know that will take time to prove, but I need you now. I need that connection to you. I crave it, and I can’t let my brothers be the only ones to stake their claim on you. And until you want me and trust me, a pact will give you reassurance. You’ll never have to worry about being alone with me. If I act out, I’ll be under your spell – in more ways than one. I just want to keep you safe. Can’t you understand that? Make me yours.”

You knew he had a point about control, but it didn’t make you want him. Still, when he removed his hand from your mouth, the fear and anxiety that remained spoke for you. “. . . Fine.”

“Yay.” Belphie giggled and kissed you sleepily, caressing along your cheek and neck. He hummed and stared down at you, trapped beneath him. With your eyes finally more accustomed to the darkness, you noticed a faint blush on his cheeks as he bit his lower lip. “You know, I’m not so tired anymore. Let’s stay up all night and make the pact more official. I’ll even let you mark me.”

[asapphiccrow]

Evanescence

Mattheo Riddle x Plus size! Reader

No warnings!

Hello everyone this is basically the introduction of my new Harry Potter series. I'm new to writing but have always wanted to give it a shot. This chapter is pretty short but I promise in the future they will be longer, I just really wanted to get this out

I hope everyone enjoys!

900 words

Ravenclaw or Slytherin 

I stood amongst the other children in the great hall. Watching in attention as the older witch, Professor Mcgonagall, called names after names to the sorting hat. My heart was pounding in my chest so rapidly, I was afraid it might jump out. Most would’ve been overjoyed when receiving their acceptance letter, but not me. True I’ve always dreamed about being a powerful witch and everyone always told me I was quite smart for my age but I still did not wanna be here. There were just too many people. I’d never been good with people, always struggling to make connections, and yet here I was. 

“It’ll be ok, Bea” Luna Lovegood got closer, grabbing my hand with a light squeeze in an attempt to comfort me, her anxious cousin.  

Now Luna wasn’t truly my cousin, my sister and I were adopted by Pandora Lovegood and Xenoplilius Lovegood at the ages of 6 and 8. But what truly defines family, if not the people you love and seek comfort in. So by that definition we were true cousins.

“Luna Lovegood”, Professor Mcgonagel announced.

Luna let go of my hand, sparring me one last glance before she made her way through the horde of little witches and wizards to the sorting hat. The moment she sat down the hat was quick to yell, “RAVENCLAW”. She was a raven claw, just like my sister, just like her mother, just like her father, and just like my mother. My eyes followed Luna's figure as she walked to the RavenClaw table, my sister, Honey, embracing her in a loving hug while all the other Ravenclaws cheered for their new member. I see Honey looking back at me, that dorky yet angelic smile plastered on her face. She has had no doubt in her mind I’d be a Ravenclaw, “Just like mum, and grandma, and me”, she’d tell me. I was never sure though. 

“Bea Holloway”, the older witch called my name.

I stood frozen in place for a second, looking back at my sister one more time. She returned my glance, giving me an encouraging smile and a little head nod. I walked forward through the remaining children, moving with my head down to hide away from all the curious eyes in the room. I sat down hesitantly making it to the chair and that hauntingly creepy hat, seriously it's freaky. Once I sat down, Mcgonagall gave me a small smile of reassurance, no doubt feeling how anxious I was, she then placed the sorting hat on my head. It felt like an eternity of sitting and waiting, sitting and waiting, sitting and waiting. Until finally. “SLYTHERIN”.

What. The. Fuck.

I was screaming internally. I looked toward my sister, she still had that encouraging smile, but I could tell this one was fake. She was sad? disappointed? scared? I really couldn't tell.

None the less I made my way to the slytherin table. They weren’t as cheerful as the other tables. Though they did greet me as openly as other tables, I suppose that's a plus. A boy, with short dark brown and chocolatey eyes offered me a seat next to him and his friends, introducing himself as Blaise Zabini. Then a boy with slicked back light blonde hair and a cocky smile pipped up, “Malfoy, Draco Malfoy”. 

Weird, I thought to myself. 

“Im Pansy Parkinson”, a girl with shoulder length wavy black hair and bangs spoke, flashing me a comforting smile

She seems nice

Next a boy with dirty blonde to light brown hair, “I'm Lorenzo Berkshire, but you can just call me Enzo”. He flashed a dimply smile and a wink.

Oh, he’s cute

“I’m Theodore Nott” this boy had light brown hair with the ice blue eyes, “and this is this Mattheo”, the blue eyes boy continued, nodding to a boy with onyx colored eyes, dark brown colors, and the cutest singular dimple

Now he’s cute

“What's your name?” Blaise said, directing everyone's attention to me.

I stuttered out, “Bea Holloway”. The curlied headed boy held eye contact with me as I spoke. Looking into his deep onyx eyes was like a trance, one I didn’t wanna break.

Then as soon as we got sorted into our houses, though for me it felt like an eternity, it was over. Finally time to go to our dorms, the pack of slytherin first years followed our house prefect up the ever changing and ever confusing stairs. 

Finding my dorm along with all the other slytherin girls, I found out quickly that I was lucky enough to be put with someone I already met, Pansy Parkinson. She was equally as ecstatic, if not more, to be roommates with someone she already met as well. Our other roommate was a girl named Phelia Pierce, she seems nice I suppose. 

As the sun finally set and the moon engulfed the night skin, we had all settled into our new beds and rooms for the next 7 years. It once again downed on me, the fact I’d be here with the same people for the next 7 years, but it didn’t scare me as much. I thought about the people I met today, I barely knew them but they already seemed so familiar. 

I think Honey was right, I think I’ll be ok. 

Please let me know if you guys have any criques or anything. constructive criticism is always welcome, just be nice about it.

[mandalaysworld]

my angel.

writers note: hey yall, this is my first of many archived pieces ;))) i’m super excited to be posting. i’ve been nervous though, idk why! i kinda wrote this into a small series to lmk if you guys want it. please enjoy ;)))

pairing: momo yaoyorazu x black coded reader

content: black reader, lesbian coded (bisexual if you squint), fingering, strap on use, oral sex, intention was to use lower case writing , etccccc…

r&bsingery/n thinks about her modelgf!momo yaoyorazu all the time when she’s on tour. it’s hard to see her with all your shows meshing with her gigs. you guys call, text, email, facetime whenever you can due to your demanding schedules. you missed everything about her. it so happens you have a show in london and she has a gig in london, you guys took that opportunity. you was sitting on the couch in your luxury hotel on the top floor. you were busy tweaking your hook for your new upcoming song until you heard a knock on the door. you got up and ran to the door, hoping it was who you hoped it was. you looked through the peephole and smiled. you opened the door to your beautiful, raven haired beauty. you picked her up and swung her around. she giggled and grabbed your face.

“hey baby. i missed you so much mommy.”

she said after putting kisses all over my face and neck. you would smile and pull away, coming together again with a kiss.

“i missed you too angel. come on in.”

you said, letting her come in. she takes off her coat as she kicks off her boots. you take her coat and lay it across the chair you had at the bar.

“baby, this view is beautiful. i’ll never get tired of london.”

she said looking at the skyline in the windows. i giggled at her astonishment.

“im surprised you haven’t just yet. you been here so many times.” i said approaching her from the back. i snaked my arm around her waist and inhaled her scent. her signature floral notes hits my nose.

“yeah i know. it’s like every time feels like the first time you know?”

she rambles on as i place light kisses on her neck.

“yes i know baby.”

she sighs and cranes her neck to look at me.

“baby are you even listening to me?” she asked.

i nod my head.

“yes mama i was. i just wanna make up for lost time, you know?” i said as i turned her around.

she smiled as i leaned in for a kiss. her lips were so soft, instantly feeling butterflies in my stomach. your hands slides down her back and grips her round ass. you tap her ass and in instinct, she makes a small jump in the air. you carried her to your bedroom you’ll be residing in for the next a couple of days. you climb on top of her marveling at her doe like eyes.

“it’s like every time i see you, you get more beautiful angel.” i gushed as i unbuttoned her pants. she blushes and looks away.

“how do you still manage to make me blush and we been together for almost a year now?” she asked as i pulled her panties and jeans off, being impatient as usual. i grabbed her right leg and started to kiss her ankle.

“i don’t know. maybe because i’m like that for real.” i said i rubbed her other leg. i leaned forward and started to make out with her again. momo finds the end of your tshirt and pull it over your head revealing nothing but your perk nipples. she grazes her finger tips over your erect nipples and gave them a small pinch. you moaned, taking the opportunity to slip her tongue in. you two started to breathe more heavily.

“baby i need you—right now.” momo demanded in the kiss. i chuckled.

“when did you get so bossy angel?” she sat up on her elbows.

“ever since my girlfriend is being a slow—oh!” i winked from below her. she watched as i devoured her. she throws her head back with a moan.

“fuck y/n…i missed you so much baby. please….dont stop.” she moaned out as she gripped my afro. i reached up and rubbed on her slim stomach. she unbuttoned that single button she had to secure her plump breasts. i noticed she had them pierced.

“oh? you got your nipples pierced angel?” i asked as i replaced my tongue with my fingers.

“fuck, yes mommy surprise. pleeeeeeease….dont stop mommy. keep going!” she moaned out with her eyes shut tightly. i smirked as i watched her juices trickled down the palm of my hand.

“yes baby because you asked so nicely.” me listening to all her wet, squelching noises is music to my ears. literally. seconds later, momo cries in pleasure as she squirts everywhere from the bed, upper arm and little on my face.

“mm yeah angel. this is what i’m talking about! i miss this fucking pussy.” i praised on with a giggle.

kept pumping my fingers in and out until she was no more. she breathes heavily as i stuck my fingers in my mouth. she watched me seductively. “still sweet angel.” she pushed me over on the the mattress and hovered over me. “it’s my turn.”

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fuuuuuuck me baby! you’re fucking the shit out of me mommy!” momo moaned out.

i had her bent over on all fours, pounding that pretty pussy. i bit my bottom lip as i watched her round ass bounce off my pelvis. watching her pussy grip my blue strap was something i missed seeing.

“yeah mommy treating this pussy real good huh? you love this dick baby?” i asked before i wrapped her thick black hair round my hand. i roughly pulled it back and made her look at me.

“look at me as i treat this little pretty hm?” she looked at her with her mascara streaked eyes. she was biting on her bottom lip until she let a small pleasured whine. placed my other hand on the small of her back to deepen the arch. all you could hear was her wet pussy talking to me. i smacked her already red ass twice.

fuckkk…flip over. now.” i demanded momo. she did as she was told and made myself at home in between her legs again. i leaned down and started to make out with her passionately. she moaned as i rubbed the blue mushroom tip on her clit.

“stop being a tease. give it to me.” she whined. i smirked as i impaled her through the mattress. she gasped. i started to kiss all over her face. “i did what you asked of me,” i whispered.

“now…are you going to continue whining or take it like mommy’s good girl?”

end note: so what did you guys think? i mean, ik i need to work on it a little more when it comes to my diction and stuff but still idk. also too, the r&bsingery/n is based off kehlani. so i hope i nailed it for now! thank you <333

[sunshines-legacy]

Pining in the Undercroft Pt2 - Sebastian Sallow

Read part one here!

Pairing - Sebastian Sallow x Female MC

Word count - 1.6k

Warnings/tags - Smut, neck kissing, unprotected sex, All characters are 18+, NOT PROOFREAD

Summary - Sebastian finds his best friend moaning his name in the undercroft after an argument.

A/N - This took so long to write TvT Im gonna be so fr I was baked the entire time I wrote this lmao And if you notice any inconsistencies with their position please forgive me! Some things may have gotten jumbled when I was writing the second draft.. ANYWAYS I hope yall enjoy! Also constructive criticism is welcome! <3

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“Sebastian.. Fuck me..”

The Slytherin in question froze, shocked by the Hufflepuff’s sudden request. Just that morning they’d only considered each other friends. Despite that, Sebastian had been dreaming of hearing those words fall from her lips. Now that it’s finally happening, he cursed himself for freezing. For a long moment, all he could do was look down at her with those puppy eyes that she fell in love with. That was until those very eyes darkened and resembled more of a wolf than a puppy.

Sebastian let out a low chuckle before crashing his lips onto hers. She responded, in kind, by granting him access to her tongue when his own flicked over her lips. Sebastian pressed his knee against her core as a reward for her obedience. She whined into his mouth as she rolled her hips against his leg.

With her wrists bound, Sunshine brought them over Sebastian’s head to take firm fistfuls of his hair. The freckled boy smiled against her lips as her nails scraped his scalp before tugging his hair lightly. He pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavier than before as they rested their foreheads together.

After a moment of basking in each other, Sebastian moved his hands from her hips to his shirt, unbuttoning it as fast as his shaking hands would let him. When his shirt hung open, Sunshine soaked in the sight, rolling her lip between her teeth. With his ego thoroughly inflated, Sebastian stood up and unbuckled his bet. His lips curved into a teasing smile watching her eyes widen when he dropped his pants and boxers.

“Enjoying the view, are we?” His teasing tone ever present despite the barely tamed desire in his words.

“Oh yes, I am quite enjoying it,” She quipped back, admiring his size. She licked her lips at the bead of pre on his tip before her eyes flickered up to meet his. She squirmed under his increasingly ravenous gaze and opened her legs more, inviting him in.

He retook his place between her legs, his dick standing at attention as he lowered his hips. Sunshine let out small whines when he rubbed the head through her folds. He let out a stuttered breath as he looked upon her form. Her naked body laid bare to him, hands tied, and an eager smile waiting for him. Her half-lidded eyes shown so much trust alongside her ever growing desire.

He ran a hand up her thighs, feeling her flesh under his fingers and relishing in the way she shuddered under his touch. His other hand pressed his length against her. He pushed it in. Only a few inches at first but her gasp encouraged him to push in further. He halted, however, when she drew his attention with a pained whimper. Snapping his head up to look at her, he observed her scrunched face.

“Should I stop?”

Sunshine shook her head. “No. Keep going.” Her breathy voice made Sebastian week in the knees but he obliged her.

The Slytherin boy let out a breath of relief before returning his focus to burying his length in her cunt. Pushing the rest in as gently as he could to minimize her discomfort, he nearly unloaded right then, seeing how his cock disappeared inside her. She let out a small sigh of contentment as their hips met and he filled her so perfectly.

“Is this okay, Darling?” Sebastian asked, leaning forward, holding her hips in place. He really wished he would just shut up and ravish her already. He barely held back long enough to get her answer. She was just so tight around him... so warm. Her greedy cunt sucked him in with such desperation he could’ve laughed.

“Yes.” she whispered resolutely. Eager eyes followed Sebastian’s movements as he pulled out halfway before easing his cock back in. He repeated that, moving as slowly as he could stand, earning low hums of approval from the girl beneath him.

His hands left trails of fire on her skin as they roamed her body. One hand moved to caress her thigh and his other hand indulged in her breasts, squeezing and groping the supple flesh. His hips rolled, the new motion had Sunshine squirming as his cock stroked against her G-spot. After hearing her pleased whimpers, Sebastian couldn’t restrain himself any more. He pulled out almost all the way and before Sunshine could utter a word, he slammed into her.

Sunshine’s back arched and her head lolled back on the arm of the couch. Her mouth hung agape as a string of mewls fell from her lips. When she finally gathered the energy to open her eyes, she found Sebastian staring down at her with half-lidded eyes that closed in bliss with every thrust, and a pussy-drunk smile.

The sound of skin slapping alongside a chorus of grunts and moans echoed through the Undercroft, rebounding the symphonies of their pleasure. Sebastian pushed her thigh up until it pressed against her breast, the new position granting deeper access and his head kissed her cervix.

The familiar knot of upcoming ecstasy wound itself as Sunshine rolled her hips up to meet his. Her hands strained against their restraints and she whined, wanting to touch him too. Noticing her nonverbal request, he made quick work of the tie and dropped it to the floor. As he expected, her arms wrapped around him and clawed at his back, desperate for something sturdy to hold as she spun in a whirlwind of pleasure.

He dragged his hand over her skin, feeling every dip and curve, until it made contact with her clit. She sucked in a harsh breath at the sudden jolt of pleasure. Sebastian groaned, his cock throbbing as her walls squeezed around him. She called out his name and he responded in kind by rubbing a firm circle on her clit. It was electric and her body twitched as he kept teasing the bundle of nerves.

Hearing his name fall from her lips so perfectly, over and over, made him dizzy with desire. He snapped his hips into her and earned such pretty sounds from the girl beneath him. Sebastian let her leg fall from his shoulder to wrap around his middle while he kept abusing her clit. She tugged at his hair, begging him to go faster.

He obliged her request and increased his speed, in tandem with his breath. Sunshine babbled nonsense, her brain turned to mush with her second orgasm peaking around the corner. The only coherent word that fell from her lips was his name. And the only thought in her head was him.

Sunshine’s whole body tensed in his grasp and her mouth hung agape as he coaxed her closer to her orgasm. But it was only when he leaned down and bit down on her shoulder did she fall over the edge and plunge into pleasure. Her walls fluttered around him and he fucked her through her orgasm. His slow pace eased her back to reality. But before she was fully back, Sebastian sped up and slammed into her, sending her head spinning and body buzzing with overstimulation.

Chasing his own high, Sebastian sped up even more, his thrusts getting sloppier until his hips stuttered. He threw his head back and let out a guttural moan as he shot his load into her as deep as it would go. He pulled out a little bit, only to slam back in and shooting the rest of his seed.

What was previously a symphony of moans and tell-tale sounds of sex, was now just the lulling of their heavy breaths mixing with the cool air of the chamber.

Before Sebastian could pull out fully, Sunshine stopped him with a tug on his hair. He looked up at her, chest rising and falling.

“Can we just stay like this for a bit?” She asked softly, refusing to meet his gaze.

“You like my cock inside you that much, Princess?” He chuckled with a knowing smile. Her eyes widened, and her cheeks blazed. Sebastian winked cheekily and she only scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“And so what if I do?” She frowned at him but her legs squeezed him closer to her, locking him in place.

He chuckled and leaned forward to press open mouthed kisses along her neck and jawline, relishing the sounds she granted him. Locking eyes with her again, Sebastian gazed into her soul, into her very existence. And she gazed back.

The two laid there together for a long time. First in comfortable silence, then chatting and laughing. Eventually, they agreed that it may be suspicious how long they’ve been away. They had almost surely missed curfew.

Sebastian pulled out slowly and let out a shaky breath. He watched with a proud smile as his sperm leaked from her messy hole. He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead before standing. He slipped on his boxers then found his wand discarded on the floor. He cast the cleaning charm and frowned slightly as his sperm was sucked up into the tip of his wand.

“Why don’t we just stay here tonight? It’d probably be safer than trying to get back to our common rooms so late.” Sunshine suggested sleepily, a yawn trailing after her words.

“If you insist, love,” Sebastian kissed her forehead again before transfiguring the couch into a king sized, four poster bed.

“Impressive~” Sunshine cooed teasingly as Sebastian climbed in next to her. Despite his rolled eyes, a grin tugged at his lips.

“I am quite impressive, aren’t I?” He wrapped a loose arm around her waist as their legs tangled together. She let out a soft hum, too tired to even attempt a response. Soon, sleep had overtaken her. Sebastian pressed a long kiss to the crown of her head before following her to land of dreams.

[toxic3mmy]

just a quick little os before i get back to y’all’s requests! love u so so much <33

prompt: alex saves you and it turns into something more

warning: reference to uncomfortable flirting/coming onto

but!!! fluff, kissing, etc w alex

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“hey chat! it’s y/twitchusername and today we’re here visiting mexico! look at the beautiful view!”

you turn the camera around and move your phone slowly to show the beautiful sunset in front of you.

you switch back to your front camera and smile while reading the chat messages. you were so occupied that you barely noticed the middle aged hispanic man come up behind you. he was speaking a different type of spanish you didn’t understand… maybe portuguese or something similar? the man then noticed you didn’t understand so he switched to broken english.

“you are very beautiful”

“oh, haha thanks,” you say awkwardly and the man points to your phone which was still livestreaming on twitch.

“you record or picture?” he asked as he smiled creepily

“um no, im live see?” he doesn’t respond and just stares at you still smiling.

you were very uncomfortable so you tried to walk closer to where there were more people in hopes that you could lose this creep in a crowd.

“chat, um hi how are you guys? please distract me, i’m super freaked out right now” you whisper, glancing behind you to see the man was following you.

as he was practically right up behind you, he began stroking your hair.

“beautiful” he whispered and you felt his hands wander closer to your chest.

“hey! no, don’t do that. get away from me” you say sternly and look around nervously.

“come here baby, we go my house” he started to yank your arm and you were definitely panicking now.

“mi amor! i’ve been looking everywhere for you! donde te fuiste mi novia hermosa?!” a raven haired boy came up to you and smiled warmly. you harshly pulled the creeps arm off of you and hid behind this guy. you took this as a chance to type goodbye to your chat and end the stream.

“just play along” he whispered to you

“yeah im so glad you found me” you said with a quivering voice

the creepy man still was lingering and as he began to move forward in an attempt to grab you again, you quickly and instinctively pulled the sweet boy in for a kiss. he was really surprised but reciprocated the kiss. you opened your eyes and saw that the creep was gone and it felt like you could breathe again.

“oh my god, thank you so so much. i’m here alone and this guy just wouldn’t leave me alone. he started t-to touch my chest and—” tears began to fall softly from your eyes

“shh, it’s okay. i’m really glad i was here.” he said as he dried your tears and pulled you in for a hug

you nod and sniffle as you look at his handsome face.

“im alex by the way, what a weird way to meet a pretty girl like you huh?” he smiled

“my name is y/n, thanks for saving me back there. also i apologize if kissing you was too weird, i saw that guy getting closer to me and i panicked”

“oh that’s okay, i really enjoyed it, you’ve got soft lips y/n”

a blush took over your entire face.

“come on, let’s get out of here yeah?”

“okay” you smiled at alex and he took your hand and lead you into town.

[twiishaa]

HI IM HERE FOR THE SLUMBER PARTY!

i brought fluffy socks bc i cant sleep without them :(( and romcoms are my fav movies to watch! once we’re done, we can bake some cookies while singing karaoke of talk too much by coin! :D with either megumi or inumaki TYY 💞

HAPPY 100 FOLLOWERS YOU DESERVE IT AND SO MUCH MORE! KEEP DOING WHAT UR DOING AND TAKE CARE, ILYSM☝️💗💞💖💕🎀 - 💌 anon

! 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 twisha’s 100 followers slumber party ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ - affogato and a kiss

megumi x reader wc approx 800 warnings IM SO SORRY I DINT THINK I INCORPORATED THE COOKIES PROPERLY but it’s too late to change it now 🤕 i hope you still like it

check out the event!

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the cafe a few minutes away from you was familiar to both you and him.

more often than not, when you had a spare minute, you’d find yourself at your friend’s vintage cafe to keep her company.

and most of the time, megumi fushiguro was there too.

he found it a constant in his ever changing life, a getaway from his hectic schedule. just basking in its ambience, occasionally adding to your and your friend’s energetic conversation. his stoic face didn’t convey much emotion, but inside he enjoyed it a lot.

in fact, it wasn’t just the atmosphere he enjoyed, but also your presence too. over time, megumi had grown to look forward to the time he’d spend at the cafe, when you walk in with a totally new and absurd story, or the drama about your new dodgy neighbour.

it was safe to say he started to harbour a crush on you.

—

it was a particularly busy day at the cafe. you and megumi, the cafe regulars, were sharing a table right next to the counter. while your friend, the owner of the cafe, was back in the kitchen, you decided to spark a conversation with the mysterious raven-haired regular.

“so, fu… fushiguro, right?” you started.

he looked a little surprised that you were talking directly to him. usually, you would be talking to your friend, when he would say something to add to the conversation.

“yeah. fushiguro.”

“-but megumi is fine.” he added hastily.

you smiled at him. “okay! megumi! i’m [name], by the way.”

taking a small sip from your drink, you asked him,

“so, what’s your go-to order?”

“uhh… i usually get an iced americano, but i wanted to get something new, so i tried the affogato. it looked interesting…” he replied, trailing off at the end.

“oh my gosh! we’re matching!” you squealed, gesturing to your drink.

“the affogato is the best drink on the menu. it’s my favourite!”

megumi knew that. he ordered the affogato because it was your favourite.

just as megumi said that, your friend hurriedly made her way to your table, with megumi’s aforementioned affogato.

“-and here’s one affogato!” she said animatedly.

putting your cup down next to his, you watched megumi stir in the ice cream and then try it.

“so, what do you think?” you asked while he put the mug down.

megumi made a confused expression. “it’s a bit sweet, but i like it,” your face lit up.

your friend heard your conversation from the counter.

“oh my god [name], you’ve converted another one into an affogato eccentric!” she yelled, earning a laugh from you and a small chuckle from megumi.

absentmindedly, you picked up a cup from the table and took a sip.

wait a minute.

this felt hotter than your affogato… almost as if it was just served.

you paused.

before you could process any more, megumi (very embarrassingly) began to point out,

“uh [name], i think-“

“oh my god! megumi i’m so sorry, that’s so embarrassing,” you exclaimed, hiding your face in your hands.

it finally sunk in. you had an indirect kiss with your slightly-attractive male friend.

oh god.

megumi didn’t seem fazed from the tone of his voice; however his cheeks were a bright pink. his face was as warm as the affogato in question.

“my first kiss, too…” you muttered, still hiding in your hands.

a flustered megumi was trying to calm the situation down, while your friend was just laughing hysterically while making an order.

“[name] it’s fine, honestly. i don’t think indirect kisses really count that much anyway-“

“but they do! this was my first kiss! i wanted it to be cute, but this..” you were definitely being melodramatic. with a loud screech, you got up from your chair, put your money on the table and ran out of the cafe yelling a shaky “sorry! i just remembered i left my iron on… or something…”

megumi and your friend looked at each other completely dumbfounded, before your friend broke the silence;

“i don’t think [name] owns an iron… she lives in a cramped apartment.”

—

the next day was awkward. there was no one else in the cafe; it was midday, your friend was out to run an errand, so she closed the cafe for a while. it was you and megumi sat at the counter, cafe-sitting. hesitantly, megumi turned his head to face you.

“i’m really sorry about yesterday. i really am.” he said, avoiding eye contact a little.

you chuckled nervously. “oh, no it’s okay, i think i overreacted a little too.” turning around to look at megumi, you caught his eyes staring at you with a kind of warmth you’d never seen him display before. honestly, it made you lose your breath a little, only a few inches from his face.

megumi said, with a starstruck look,

“could i… kiss you for real? you know, like, to make up for it?”

note again i’m so sorry 💌anon but i hope you like it 😭😭 it was super fun to write i think im a pro a cafe aus now HAHA sorry for not posting lately, im starting to get pace again so another one will be out soon!! make sure to req if you want and reblogs are super appreciated!! love you lots xx

[fandomfluffandfuck]

i have to scream ab this somewhere bc ive just posted the first chapter of a new fic and im SO. EXCITED!!!!!

as well as this, i wanted to know - are you working on anything right now? if so, maybe you don't mind sharing a couple lines of dialogue as a teaser (bc i miss your writing alot especially after you can('t) teach an old dog new tricks)!! think of it as an ask game that i unofficially started lol.

hope ur doing good! xx

I just saw the post you made on your writing account for that, yeah!

I've had a very busy day, so I was hyped to log back onto Tumblr and see that! Hopefully, I can carve out some time to read it soon. It looks so, so good!!

"espresso" by bvckysarm

(Everyone better go read 😤)

Hell yeah, I'm always working on something 😏

Although, admittedly, it's nothing as long or grand as You Can('t) Teach An Old Dog New Tricks. I'm having fun messing around with short (for me) one-shots after spending, what,, five or six months on that series? I love it to death, I do, but, Jesus, yeah, over the length of the average novel, and half a year of writing (more than, behind the scenes, I'd been planning and researching for much, much longer)... I am relishing in noncommittal one-offs, haha.

Here's your teaser 😘

“Aw, you miss me, Stevie?” He needlessly teases, gripping his waist hard enough to bruise him like a soft, overripe peach.

“Uh-” Steve starts to answer him, but he’s cut off by a reverberating moan when Bucky shoves him back and viciously re-spears him on the fake cock he’s got suctioned to the wet, wet tile wall, “-huh.”

Steve stays slumped forward against him, clinging to him, shaking all over still, but now he clings harder; his blunt nails dig into Bucky’s skin and he hisses, enjoying the heat that shudders through his veins from the other man’s touch.

“Missed my cock, that’s what you missed,” Bucky husks into his ear, grabbing his little hips meaner, digging his fingers into his flesh, pushing him back tight onto the toy, making him fucking take it.

He gasps so cutely, so obscenely when his ass thickly presses to the cold tile—taking that toy to the wide, wide base, swallowing it whole—how could he not do it to him? Bucky just wants to fuck. ‘im. up. Vicious.

“M-missed, uunnhh, missed all a’you,” Steve protests weakly, pawing at him uselessly, not as weak and sweet as he thought. Not as weak and limp as he wants to get him—he wants to make him so fucking fuck-dumb.

“Nah, I don’t think you did,” Bucky’s grinning so wide, the muscles in his face already are starting to ache, sharp, “I think I’m just a cock with legs to you,” he tweaks one of Steve’s peaked nipples, just to admire how he shudders, “aren’t I? Isn’t that how it’s always been? Could barely get you off of my cock when you were smaller, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I never understood where you put it even though I could see it, bulging through your tummy, so tight and little around me.” Bucky presses his palm there now, dragging his nails down from the swell of his tits to his clenching abs. With the right angle, he can still do it, sometimes, he can spear Steve on his dick and bend him up in a cute little knot and see his dick through his stomach. Bulging. Thick and deep inside him, fucking him until he forgets how to beg for more.

Fucking him until he forgets his own name.

“Still, fuck, I couldn’t ever believe you could fit it in that tiny hole.” Bucky shakes his head, half in disbelief, half in predatory instinct, wanting to bite Steve and tear through him, shaking his head like a fucking dog with a toy, ravenous and slobbering, “then you went and got yourself all big and your need just got bigger, didn’t it, honey?”

“S-so did you, you guh-got bigger, too!” Steve whines, trying to retort but falling flat when he starts to pant, overwhelmed.

“I did,” Bucky purrs, grinding into his hip leisurely, enjoying how hot and feverish he is, God, he really worked himself up into a mess, didn’t he? “And ain’t that good for you, honey? Anything else and you’d’a died, ‘cause you need cock like you need air, don’t you, dollface?”

I hope you're excited for the rest 😈

[iameliseposts]

WAIT IF REQUESTS ARE OPEN CAN I REQUEST FOR LILIA X GN READER WITH THE PROMPT “I’ll remind everyone of our love” PLEASE? HSBSHSHE I LOVE THE PROMPTS YOU CHOSE FOR THE EVENT, ALSO HAPPY 200 FOLLOWERS IM SO PROUD IF YOU!

Take care of yourself hun! <3

Omg thank you so much!! I worked really hard creating these prompts! And tysm requesting!

If you want to request for my 200 followers event, look here

This is my first soft yandere fic here, so I hope it's good. I hope you enjoy!

“I’ll remind everyone of our love.” Lilia x MC 200 Followers Event

Lilia loves you. He’ll always love you. He has loved you from the day you stepped into Twisted Wonderland and will keep his adoration for you. 

He had first heard about you from Malleus. He couldn’t believe his ears when Malleus had told him that the magicless prefect was not only unafraid of the most powerful and feared fae Malleus was, but also befriended that fae. He was over the moon Malleus formed such a relationship with someone, so much that he too wished to meet you.

He first took notice of you during the winter break. Oh, he had seen you before and yet, this was the first time he got to speak with you one on one. …You were everything he could have ever imagined. Never during his long, long time in this world had he met a person like you. He couldn’t describe it. You weren’t particularly outstanding, especially compared to the unique characters in NRC. You were you and it enticed Lilia. 

He started visiting you regularly. Popping in Ramshackle without warning and scaring you and poor Grim half to death (fortunately Lilia can bring some premium tuna and Grim won’t complain). He visited more than your first year friends did. And you had grown quite attached to your fae. 

It was Lilia who confessed his love first. Years of life experience made it slightly easier for him to get his feelings off his chest. However, it didn’t dispel the butterflies of his passion that fluttered- no, that swarmed in his core. His devotion was met with yours in kind. From this moment forward, your fate became woven in the obsession Lilia spun with his spinning wheel and called the spindle his love.

The students in Night Raven College had… quite some character. With their temper, their pride, their greed and their strong magic. They must be terrifying for a precious magicless human such as you. Why go anything when the people here are prone to being so reckless. I mean, look at all these overblots. Such honey-coated words were all Lilia needed to keep you in Ramshackle. 

“Why go out when I can show you a kinder world. A world for the two of us.” Lilia had promised. And he fulfilled that promise. He’d give you anything you desired; the new limited edition drink that was running out, the latest gaming console that was way too costly for a regular student, any furniture with the fabric you could instantly doze off on like Silver. 

Oh, you wanted to see other people? Lilia brought Malleus over too. He had even introduced you to Silver and Sebek. Silver was happy you made his father so happy and Sebek… was Sebek, but you could tell he was growing fond of you. Isn’t this nice? You, your friends and your Lilia. His perfect family. A family he wasn’t going to let go of. Of course he wasn’t going to, it was your family as well. 

Alas, even though Lilia had tried his best to stop prying eyes from gazing on you, you still go to classes. You wanted to learn about this world and Lilia wasn’t going to stop that even though he would prefer to tutor you. And eyes pried upon your form. 

Some foolish freshman thought it best to confess his feelings to you. Ha! How absolutely ridiculous. This freshman wasn’t the brightest, but Lilia supposes none of the freshmen are. However, this first year has some nerve, asking you out. 

“Lilia-” You gasped as your fae nipped at your delicate neck. You were back in Ramshackle, where you were most, sitting on top of Lilia lap.

Lilia kept pressing his lips to your neck, making red marks on your skin. How precious. “Don’t fret my dear. That man won’t bother you anymore. No one will dare make such moves on you again. I’ll remind everyone of our love.”

And Lilia kept his promise. You knew by now Lilia always kept his promises. You never saw that freshman again. You knew you could keep demanding and he’d warmly oblige. He doted on you, spoiling you as much as you wanted. The tenderness in his heart was all you wanted, after all. He wished for you to stay in Ramshackle, so why not? He was there with you, so you could always be amused and loved. 

[thatweirdbitchjax]

My Darling's Returned, and I'm Never Letting Them go Again

Warning: mentions of making out, mentions of burning people to death, familial betrayal, betrayal

Adam sat quietly in the far side of the camp area Cross and his group had set up before the other group had returned with him. He was carving into the wood, making something. That was when he and everyone else heard it. Footsteps, human footsteps getting closer. He hadn't planned for more than the group that was here now, so who was this?

Cross stood, grabbing his gun and getting ready to shoot whoever it was. Everyone was silent except for Jack who was trying to tell Cross to calm down, and that she didn't think it was someone who meant harm. That was when they appeared. The beautiful (length), (color) haired person, and a blond-headed man walked through the bushes, immediately putting their hands up. The person quickly removed the black mask they were wearing to reveal (color) eyes, and a face full of burn scars.

Adam's darling. The one person in Cross's family he didn't wanna kill. They hadn't sold him out, they loved him. They knew he was in there and never told their brothers in hopes of him staying safe. They loved him and tried to shield him from the fire that he had set, causing the scars he seen now.

"Jesus Cross, what the hell!?" Reader asked, Cross immediately putting the gun down and hugging them.

"I didn't think you'd show." Cross said, moving to hug the blond man.

"Oh please, you seriously think me and (y/f) would miss out on an exploration experience? We got caught in traffic." Their sweet voice called, almost putting Adam in a trance. He sat, staring as Cross walked away. Adam didn't know if they'd remember him, as it had been years, so he stayed away, for now anyways.

<mini time-skip>

Reader sat in their tent, their lantern on as they read, studying on the next place them and (y/f) planned on going. That was until they heard footsteps outside their tent.

"(y/f)?" They asked, expecting their friend to acknowledge that it was them. "Cross?" They tried instead after not getting a response, hoping it was their brother instead. "Dutch?" They tried again, jumping when a hand slapped the side of their tent.

"Hey, hey, it's just me." Adam said, unzipping the tent.

Reader let out a sigh of relief as the long, blonde headed man made his way into their tent. "Jesus Devil, you scared me." Adam flinched at the name, wishing they knew who he was, and not just his stage name. "Is everything ok?" They asked, carefully reaching a hand forward to wipe some sweat off his forehead and move some of his hair.

"Yeah, yeah. I was just hoping you would walk with me to look for something I must've dropped." Adam said, living for the feeling of Reader's hands on him.

"Uh, did you ask Madhouse, or Dutch? Maybe Raven?" Reader asked, receiving a shake of Adams head in return.

"No, you're the only one who still had their lantern turned on." Adam, informed.

"Oh, well uh, sure. I'd be happy to help," Said Reader with a smile Adam had missed when he was in the mental hospital and trying to bait their brothers into the woods.

Reader got up, grabbing a jacket and a flashlight before following the man out of their tent and into the woods.

<three hours later>

Reader sat on Adams lap, finally figuring out who he was, and why he was so familiar. He had been editing the movie he was making with Reader's brother's and friends clips. They were so caught up in the reunion, they didn't even care that Adam was killing their friends and family, more focused on him.

<another time skip (after the fire)>

Reader and Adam stood next to each other as the fbi looked through the house they had burnt down with Reader's brother and friends inside. Reader was smiling while looking at Adam, happy to be back in their lovers arms while he watched the drone as he flew it back down to them, walking away from Reader only to grab it.

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[galactic-star-bruiser]

Revolution 0 din x reader

The lyrics of the song 'revolution 0' by boy genius matched an idea I had in my head a little too well. hope you enjoy my loves

-rose xx

angst, fluff

warnings: blood, wounds, crying

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If it isn’t love then what the fuck is it? I guess just let me pretend

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“Mando!” I screamed at the top of my burning lungs, running as fast as my legs would take me.

The ink black sky of Tatooine taunted me like a raven flying low.

“Fuck”, the gasp tumbled out of my body as I held the limp Mandalorian’s body close to mine. “Wake up, cmon you cant leave me here.” I pleaded with his lifeless form. 

A bounty had gone wrong and the beskar clad man took more damage than he ever had, crushed against the side wall of a building and six men you couldn’t see the faces of. They had now been taken care of... too late. 

It was strange to see him helpless like this... how was he caught off guard? I thought to myself.

I just wanna know who broke your nose

Figure out where they live

So I can kick their teeth in

I sobbed, dragging the large man through desert until my legs gave in. I was going about a mile a minute and felt like I was going to collapse... only the thought of saving him carried my body forward.

On his ship, tears flowed silently down my stone cold, stoic face. Bacta, various medicines, needles, stitching thread, and bandages littered the floor. His pulse was shallow... but he was there. 

I tried my best to respect him, but as more blood flowed like an old testament river from under his helmet... I felt I had no choice but to lift it. 

The whimper that clawed its way out of my throat was unlike anything I had heard a living creature utter before. 

Deep gashes, evidence of a traumatic brain injury, bruising around his throat and eyes, as well as the flows of blood emitting from behind his soft matted hair was enough to break me. 

“Mando... im so sorry” I whispered, caressing his face, not caring about the blood that transferred onto my clean palms.

I cleaned, stitched, and sprayed bacta for what felt like hours. No fever. That was a good sign. 

I used all of the strength left in my body to lift his massive form onto his small, cot-like bed.

He looked like a fallen angel... so peacefully asleep, but that innocence was juxtaposed by the deep scars, and bandages that littered his body and face... his face.

The guilt gnawed at me, I forced myself away after stealing one last glance. He was beautiful, and even that word didn’t seem to describe his features.

I walked back into the small space near the entrance of the ship where I dragged and dropped him. I filled a bucket of boiling hot water, grabbed a rag, and let the water burn my hands as I scrubbed his blood off of the steel floor. Hot tears and sobs escaped me. 

If it isn’t love

Then what the fuck is it?

I guess just let me pretend

I silently put away and threw out the bucket and bloodied rags, with nothing but my own footsteps to listen to.  The scent of rust, blood, and dirt infiltrated my nose and I knew it was something I wouldn’t soon forget. 

How I missed his laugh, his footsteps, and the way he smelled... I never realized you could miss those things. 

I walked to the refresher, stripping my clothes off with winces as if I was peeling bandages off of fresh wounds.

The water only matched the heat of my tears as I pushed my back against the cold tile, sliding down to sit with my head in my hands. 

After what felt like an hour, I finally noticed the freezing temperature of the water and cursed myself for using it all, what if he wanted to- never mind. 

The first night, months ago, that I met The Mandalorian, he had lent me an old shirt of his so that I could go on a mission for him and look like a disheveled woman wandering the streets of Tatooine. The plan worked and a disgusting man gave up all of his information just to get me into his bed... safe to say that never happened after learning what you needed to. 

I wasn’t sure if he knew that I still had his shirt, but I did. It held its place under the small flat pillow that laid upon my bed. I knew it was childish and that I was acting like a school girl, but as soon as I smelled him on his shirt... any hint of embarrassment was washed away.

Tonight I decided to wear it, needing to smell him on my skin. I wondered if it was creepy... but I justified my actions with the thought that any bereaved partner or friend would want to wear the clothes of someone they were missing. 

Before I let the intoxicating way my bed beckoned me to it, I decided to check on him one last time. 

You wanted a song

So it's gonna be a short one

Wish I wasn't so tired, but I'm tired

I knocked softly as if he was going to answer me, then walked in to feel his forehead. Still no fever. His bandages were snug and the bleeding seemed to have stopped. 

I sat up from off the side of his bed when a small but distinct noise choked out of the mans mouth. 

“Mando?...” I said softly, terrified that my mind had made up the sound. 

No, there it was again, soft enough to be akin to the flutter of a birds wing. 

“Im here.” I said, avoiding looking into his bare face “...I’m here, Mando.”

“Din” croaked the small voice as he stirred a bit. “My name, it’s Din.”

“Din” I hummed back to him, with a small smile gracing my lips, “We can speak in the morning, Din.”

“No” a strong arm clasping around my wrist stopped any motion of moving away, “Don’t leave me. Don’t go.”

My heart felt as though it were a rock and had dropped to my stomach. 

“Your helmet... I had to take it off to help heal you.I’m sorry. I don’t want to disrespect you by staying-“

“I don’t care.” He said with a wince. 

“Okay” was all I could whisper before crawling beside the large man, his skin cold with sweat.

Even through his pain, a small cocky smile danced its way across his face, “I like you in my shirt.”

Fuck, he knew now.

“Shut up” I mumbled, a deep red blush creeping its way up from my neck.

He hummed in an attempt to laugh, but even the small sound had him wincing. 

“Sleep, Din.” I said, loving the way his true way tumbled from my lips. 

When he slowly turned to face me, I could feel the breath hitch in my throat as my heart pumped as though it were ready to burst into my chest. 

“You need rest, Din...”

“I know” he managed to choke out, “but it might be my last chance to do this...”

With that his soft lips were on mine and a large warm hand was caressing  my cheek as gently as I had ever felt in my life.

“Din...” I whispered... “I...”. I was too taken aback and drunk with love that I couldn’t speak. 

“Oh.” I said with a slight smile, “Goodnight, Din.”

Sleep had finally found The Mandalorian again, and I watched his chest rise and fall with every breath, each sound like a lullaby made just for me. 

I put my head next to his, tracing the curve of his nose, and feeling the stubble that scattered his cheeks. 

“I love you” I whispered, even if I knew I was the only one awake to hear it.

If you're not enough

Then I give up

And then nothing is

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Hello dear rhythm 💜

Lots of things going on in my college/uni life, but i’m still breathing so 😃🥹 anyways, HOW ARE YOUUUU?

when i got some spare time to come here, i actually read your recent works but my head is mush right now so just please know that i love them 😭 im hooked on the plot of the demon!chan story pls

have also been reading other fics but this one fic reminded me so much of Five Point Star and so i am here to give u and ur brain worm some motivation that i am still patiently waiting for part two but its totally up to u if u wanna post it or not!! I just really love that story too.

BUT YA KNOW ACTUALLY THAT WASNT WHY IM IN YOUR INBOX AGAIN, its because my mush of a brain has dragged me back to Chan performing his unreleased song “Baby” and i needed to sCREAM AKXJSJDJJD WHY WHY WHY IS HE LIKE THAT. I am also at my limit with that man. His IG posts too??? Hello??? Boyfriend 🤕🤕🤕

Anyways anyways hugs and hugs and hugs!! Head pats for your void Raven,, i would also like to give pats to Sir Percival if only i was in that universe. [also patiently waiting for anything wereroomies as always but really, anything from you is very much appreciated even if its random wips and drabbles]

I also missed Chris’s live cuz of uni stuff 🥹 so now i added it to my backlogs. Life be like that 🤕

missed u! hope u feel better these days.

lots more hugs~ ~🍓

aaahhh, i'm doing.... alright. i'm still alive lol

glad you're invested in my demon!chan story mewhehehhe. i'm looking forward to finishing that pt3.....

FPS pt2 is close to being finished i think! but this is the month of monsters, so i have left it aside to focus on that instead hahah. no FPS pt2 any time soon unfortunately. but hopefully sometime this year??? 😂

Christopher!! and that baby song!!!!!! beating the "daddy" allegations singing about how he wants to be called baby KJDSFHLSLDIUFHDIFKH i love him sm, it's actually insane.

head pats have been provided to the void! she purred.

hope uni let's you breathe soon, berry bb💜

[crowsent]

i know it said tags but theres a tag limit and honestly your mistake was thinkin i wont sit here and type for several hours at 3 in the mornin

first lady that popped to mind is dc raven but specifically the og teen titans cartoon raven. child salt dragged his ass to a computer to look for fanfic of her. first fanfic ever. she inspired the aesthetic. she inspired salt actually makin an attempt to do somethin about disproportionate emotional reactions

even now whenever salt rewatches the teen titans cartoon its bc of raven. is the animation good? yes. are the episodes paced well? yes. does the show have good overall humour? yes. does salt still remember mother mae eye down to the minute? yes he does and he still hates her granny ass. is this the reason salt rewatches the show? absolutely not the reason is raven.

raven got me into dc (and also marvel bc salt did not know the difference back then) and honestly understandable. and speakin of dc JLA wonder woman and hawkgirl are also up there for the same reasons as raven. makes me go back and rewatch the show jus to see em. goth girl supremacy. muscled amazonian supremacy. mace wielder supremacy. flyin women squad supremacy

while on the topic of animated ladies.

tigress.

tigress kung fu panda.

she is everythin to me.

the snarl on her bridge fight with tai lung lives rent free in my head.

child salt had a fever dream of her and toph doin the fusion dance and bein a tigress who can earthbend and i will forever mourn the fact that that vision will never see reality because can you imagine???????

toph as well is one of my favourite blorbos. she was my roman empire. gap moe before i understood what gap moe was. tsundere before i understood what tsundere was. the duality of her arc. her design. the kinship of bein stifled by familial expectations. the balls of fuckin titanium to break away from a life of comfort and stability to ride a giant flyin bison travellin the world to stop a war she as a child shouldnt even have to fight

to this day all of my most beloved atla episodes heavily feature toph in them. like yes she is the greatest earthbender in the world and i will never forget it but more than her earthbendin shes jus so. direct. she EMBODIES earthbendin. she has a goal. she plants her feet. she takes a step forward. again. and again. if theres somethin in her way she makes it move. icon

a round of quick names to break up the paragraphs

princess bubblegum adventure time. leliana dragon age. biscuit hxh

ann p5. gwen bbc merlin. kicho from the best game ever created

perielle from the current game im playin. jenny yyh. kyoko hq

lady zhen historical. lady zhen koei. evie frye ac. penelope garcia

back to your regularly scheduled shitpost with primrose azelhart. a diamond in a pile of sapphires emeralds rubies etc. everythin in her game is gorgeous. the art? gorgeous. the story? gorgeous. the gameplay? gorgeous. the game itself is a 10/10 without her

but she is everythin to me. best storyline. best sprite. best artwork. a revenge story that actually directly acknowledges the futility of it but knowin nothin else but rage to fuel her. the slow recovery. the acceptance of loss. the hope for a tomorrow. the conviction to finish what she started. i cried on each and every one of her chapters and for good fuckin reason

same reason for inej ghafa. every time i see her on screen (on page really bc shes from a book but semantics) i weep. its the deadliness but the reluctance to be. its the sadness wrapped up in steel. its an arrow fired into the void and snatched up out the air.

i jus like that theme of duality. of a harsh exterior soft interior. a lot of my blorbos are like that and almost everyone on this list is like that and im addin another one bc vex de rolo critical role peaked ttrpg characters for me.

there will never be another like her.

yes jester s2 is great. yes vogue vampire lady from la by night is elegant and amazin and tragic but no one does it like vex.

bein part of a family that detests you. movin on with your life after a loss. best of all happy endin??????? happy endin with someone that sees the darkest ugliest parts of yourself and still accepts you???? bein told all your life that youre never enough and suddenly bam you rank higher than the people who turned their noses down at you????? kickin ass in your own fuckin weddin gown???????

fully aware that the trope of female characters fightin in heels/skirts/insert impractical clothin here is overdone. and in most cases done poorly.

but look me in the eyes and tell me a well choreod fight scene with flowy dresses doesnt slap

you cant bc they slap

and this is where i insert every female character in rwby which is a lot of the main cast bc goddamn

aside from havin unique designs and silhouettes that set them apart from each other theres also the fightin styles. each and every single one is fuckin different.

weiss dances on the battlefield. spins. pirouettes. arm extended like the fancy rich lady she is. pyrrha fights like a professional. arms up elbows out stance wide. yang takes up space with wide swings and aoe shotgun blasts. neo and her fluid movement bleedin into her fightin style. and all of this in banger outfits

another quick name round to break up the paragraphs bc im not done

lunafreya ff. maki jjk. lucy lius character in charlies angels

leah stardew valley. she was the first romance option i went for and i stand by that choice. past salt went straight for the best character in the game and i cant blame him.

catcat apothecary diaries. charlie spn. aloy horizon. elizabeth potc

that one vampire chick in the volturi who killed alices boy. i dont remember her name but child salt had a crush on her bc even back then we gravitate towards bad bitches

same manson danny phantom. again. goth girl supremacy

vasilisa the beautiful. the girl who incinerated her entire abusive family with a flamin skull impaled on a stick given to her by baba yaga most iconic of witches. best fairy tale protagonist award. best fairy tale in general. my prized possession is a book of fairy tales thicker than i am and the chapter i read most was hers

its a core memory. child salt dreamt about meetin her in the same woods where we were waylaid by the kindly neighbours for 2 hours on our way to the annual family trip irl.

maki jjk. yennefer of vengerburg. hinami tg. annabeth chase pjo.

barbie. every iteration of barbie. but to be more specific princess and the pauper annalise and fairytopia elina barbie.

one of the reasons i wanted a cat was bc of annalise. i spent 3 days hand writing information about mermaids bc of fairytopia 2. the brainrot grabbed my head and didnt let go. p&p has a better written storyline than modern triple a movies. fairytopia had better suspense than everythin blumhouse has shat out recently.

femshep me. nezuko kamado kny. goth god mommy tds

sissel skyrim. listen to me. listen. my khajiit stealth archer (yes original i know shush) went to rorikstead and sat behind the rocks overlookin the town. he aimed his crossbow. and he fired a bolt right between lemkils eyes so he could adopt sissel himself.

out of every adoptable child. sissel is my everythin. she has the tragic backstory. she has the magic aptitude. she has the dialogue. she dreamt of paarthurnax. in my scu (skyrim cinematic universe) sissel grows up to be archmage of the college of winterhold. its canon. you cant change my mind

dog lender no 6. ymir snk. albedo overlord. sandra lom. yi

kumoko kumoko. catiua tactics ogre. sue the trex. mito naruto.

your wife jade cocoon. yuko xxxholic. shuna tensura.

the hot vampire lady i made in the sims. rukia bleach.

yuna ghost of tsushima. the hag dbd. female chalice half chalice.

and finally

save the best for last

rose lalonde

when i am in an artblock she is the one i draw.

i close my eyes and see her face in perfect clarity.

i cant even wax poetic about her bc every time i try i remember her sesquipedalian verbosity and i am left ashamed at my complete inability to string words together whenever she comes up

she lives rent free in my head and the fact that shes there in the first place makes the property value of my head go up

i feel like i should be the one payin her rent for the privilege of existin

my name is salt it is now 5:30 am and i spared yall an even longer post bc my head is still full of blorbos good night

Good evening, Tumblr user.

In front of you is a post asking everyone to list their favorite female Blorbos in the tags, stating that OP is tired of the focus on men in fandom.

You must participate and tag all of your favorite female characters.

If you include any characters who were canonically written as male in your tags regardless of reason, the reverse bear trap attached to your head will activate.

Begin.

[selencgraphy]

— 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔

PAIRING: James "Logan" Howlett x Ororo "Storm" Munroe

TAGS: logan pov (3rd person limited), days of future past main plotlines + rolo deleted scene (but add more sincerity to it), friends to lovers but we skipped all the good stuff (establish relationship), time skips bc i’m a lazy writer, a little self-deprecation, jean poking around logan's head without permission (it's mentioned for a sentence or two), ANGST, small changes to the end of dofp 

A/N: ok im not a big rolo shipper but i was reminded of the existence of their deleted scene from dofp and i just HAD to write out what my brain come up with. i’ve never been a big fan of logan/jean anyways so i’ve also toned that down to further the rolo agenda that i’m pushing with this. it honestly isn’t too rolo centric bc, again, i have never been much of a rolo shipper until this idea popped into my brain and don't wanna butcher them too much but it works with the idea that their scene wasn’t cut from the movie. this is also pretty short bc i just wanted to write exactly what came to mind and i didn’t take much time to flesh the idea out. maybe i will in the future, who knows? i hope you like it <3 more x-men related fics are to come!

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"When I make it back—if I make it back," he started, struggling to keep eye contact with the woman in front of him. "I'm the only one who's gonna remember this."

If you had told him 15 years ago that the love of his life would be Ororo Munroe, he would've laughed in your face. Not that being with her was unimaginable. Never that. But Logan didn't have a good track record with the people he found himself in love with. Rose. Kayla. Jean.

Jean. She was never his to begin with but after he lost her, he'd sworn off ever getting attached to anyone ever again. The pain was too much and every time he lost someone, it wore down his soul. But somehow, she had managed to break down his walls and show him how to love again. That love was worth feeling and having even if it meant he'd lose her eventually too, but he didn't think he'd be in this position again so soon.

He leaned down to rest his forehead against hers, his breath shaky as he took in the moment. He could save her—save everyone from the torment that wrought for the last decade or so. All the people they'd lost to a senseless war—he could bring them back. He would've stay here forever if he could. When she pulled away, she brought a hand to his cheek. "I won't have to miss you then," she whispered, a small smile on her face despite the heartbreak between them at the situation. Instantly, he rushed forward and pressed his lips against hers, tears slowly streaking down his face. When they pulled apart, he took a deep breath. “You got this," she whispered, tears slowly filling her own eyes before she walked away. It took everything in him to let her go. Gaining his composure, he wiped the stray tear away and made his way to where Charles, Erik, and Kitty were. 

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It'd been a hard couple of days. Who knows how long it's been for the people waiting with him 50 years from now? The fact that he was still here meant Kitty was still kicking, but much longer did they have left? He'd prevented Raven from being captured, but instead of making things better, it was as if he made it worse. Erik had betrayed them in Paris and Raven was still hellbent on killing Trask. Now he sat across from the younger version of Charles as they flew to Washington D.C in a desperate effort to stop Raven once and for all, reflecting on the present he was in and the future he was from. "Whatever happens today, I need you to promise me something. You've looked into my mind and you've seen a lot of bad, but... you've seen the good too. The X-Men. Promise me you'll find us." He hadn't thought of Jean and Scott in ages but the memory of them caused his chest to tighten. And Ororo. Oh, Ororo.

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"So much for being a survivor."

It was times like these that his healing factor felt more like a curse than a blessing. He was in a perpetual state of drowning and Erik made sure he couldn’t save himself with the rebar he had curved throughout his body. He’d never gotten over the debilitation that came with being submerged in water. No matter how much time had passed, his mind still convinced itself that he was back in Stryker’s custody, drills and syringes holding him in place has his bones were replaced with metal. His mind bounced back in forth from the torture and to the people he came to call his family. He was supposed to fix the past so that everyone in the future could live. As he hit the bottom of whatever body of water he landed in, he couldn’t help but think they sent the wrong man back. Sure, he was the only one who could physically make the trip, but he was never the world saving type. He ruined things which is what he did here instead. As he faded into unconsciousness, there was only one thought on his mind. I’m sorry, Ro.

—

He woke up with a gasp. Where was he? Last thing he remembered he was drowning over and over again. He took a gander at his surroundings. It looked like his room—the room he had in the mansion. Was Charles able to do it? Getting up, he walked over to the mirror across the room. White streaks by his temples. Pulling his fist up, he pushed his claws out. Metal. He was back. 

Just outside his door, he heard the hustle and bustle of children making their way down the hall. When he walked out the door, he caught the sight of Marie and Bobby hand-in-hand. If Marie was here, who else was back? The fullness of the mansion was overwhelming. As he walked the halls, the sight of familiar faces made his heart swell. The sight of Kitty and Peter teaching a class was a sight to see. Both of them were just kids the last time they were in the mansion. He never thought he’d see them standing where he once stood teaching another generation about the world’s history. As he turned to leave the doorway he stood at, his breath caught in his throat as Hank walked toward him. “Morning, Logan. Late start?”

He couldn’t say anything in response, too stunned by Hank’s mere presence. The further he walked through the house, he held back tears. He’d been able to do it. “Hi Logan,” a voice called from the top of the steps. He knew that voice. Another voice greeted him. “Logan.” It couldn’t be. As the two figures made their way down the steps and their silhouettes came into view, his heart dropped. There they were, hand-in-hand as if nothing bad had happened. "Because it never did," he reminded himself.

"Jean," he managed to choke out. "Scott?"

Scott scoffed, his eyebrows furrowing at Logan's usage of his actual name. "Scott? What's wrong with you today?"

Before he could answer, he felt something—someone poking around in his head. Shortly after, Jean was dragging Scott away, yelling a "See you later" over her shoulder followed by a quick hush as she dismissed Scott's questions. Then as the bell rang and the halls emptied as the kids ran off to the mess hall, he zoned in on the open door of the room he was looking for. The sight of her took his breath away. She looked the same as when he left her, now wearing an all-white pantsuit instead of the black stealth suit they both found themselves wearing more often than they'd liked in the old present. The old present. Were they even together in this new timeline? With Jean and Scott alive, did he ever get his head out of his ass? It was the war that brought them together after all. As he approached, he could only hope that this new version of him didn't fuck up like he had. Hearing his footsteps, she turned and greeted him with a smile. "Hey Logan."

"Ro..." He hadn't realized how off putting his actions would seem to everyone else until Ororo's face scrunched with worry. He was the only who remembered after all. "Are you okay?" The last time he saw her flashed in his mind. 

I won't have to miss you, then.

You got this.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think it is."

"Okay, well... I'll see you later?"

He nodded. Unsure of where they stood, he held himself back from pulling her against him. Today was just a normal day for everyone else. There wasn't a reunion for her to have. But then his worries washed away when she stopped and placed a quick kiss to his cheek as she departed. Somehow this win was bigger than getting all of the loved ones he had once lost back. Taking a second to compose himself, he walked further into Charles’ office. "Professor," he called out.

"Logan, don't you have a class to teach?"

"Class?" He taught here? 

"Aye, history," the professor replied as he moved his chair around the desk. 

"History?" How ironic. The man who lived through a past that, now, never happened was in charge of teaching children about a past he had no knowledge of. "Actually, I could use some help with that." Charles' eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Help with what? Last I checked alcohol shouldn't affect you to the point of memory loss let alone at all, Logan."

He chuckled at the other man's comfortability to joke around with him. After spending so much time with the professor's younger self, it was refreshing to be back in the presence of the man he grew to call family. "Everything after 1973 is a little foggy." At the mention of 1973, Charle's eyes widened. "I think the history I know is a little different."

"Well, I’ll be damned. Welcome back," the professor whispered. "You and I have a lot of catching up to do."