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[generalsdiary]

you brought your partner a flower bouquet. it isn’t something they often receive, and you felt a desire to change that. being a solemn, thoughtful person after thanking you they said;

“yes… it is sad that I’ll have to watch them die.” “they started dying the moment they were picked. kind of like humans, from the age of 25 their bodies officially begin to die.” upon hearing your words they look back at you, sharing a knowing look. “that is too short. I…” they clench their jaw for a moment. “humans have too short of a life span. we- I will find a way” soft, whispered words flowing between you two like a breeze on an early spring morning.

depending on the context behind their words, that perhaps brought you joy, that your loved one would go above and beyond to have as much time as possible with you. or it filled you with fear, knowing their history with such ways of life manipulation.

“no matter how much time we have, we will be alright. I cherish every moment I get with you. and once I’m gone-“

“please don’t say that.” their voice fell to a broken whisper. noticing the change in their body language, you moved closer, cupping their face, and matching their quiet tone you said, “let’s stay in the present. I’m right here, living and breathing. focus on me, on my heart,” you take their hand and place their palm on your chest. “on how it beats for you. for us.”

Dan Heng, Jingliu, Blade, Dan Feng, Neuvillette, Xiao, Wanderer, Scaramouche, Capitano

divider cr: @saradika

[celestibabs]

pairing; billy hargrove x f!reader

contents; 18+ mdni. boudoir photography, heavy petting, dry humping if you squint | wc: 1k

note; starting off simple for my return to writing... nothing too long or too spicy, but we all know that won't last very long.

Billy snatches the cigarette from his mouth as if it scolded his taste buds, flipping the envelope you’d handed him in his hand with intrigue. His perfect blonde eyebrow raised in query, he raises his gaze at you pointedly. 

“What is it?” He speaks flatly, exhaling the smoke in his lungs slowly so it kisses at his cheekbones. 

“Just open it,” you murmur quietly, worrying your lower lip with your teeth. Billy hums softly, fussing with the lip of the envelope with his fingertips and teasing your nerves. 

You’d tortured yourself over a Christmas gift for Billy, thinking of all possible options and how he’d be entirely unimpressed. Minus a new set of weights or a large tub of some kind of protein-shake powder, you knew he’d probably shove your gift in a cupboard and forget about it until he needed to take the Christmas lights out next year. 

Desperation had kicked in around two weeks before Christmas day. Wandering in and out of the few shops in Hawkins like a demented zombie had resulted in empty hands and muttered curses of frustration. Unprompted comments by Billy insisting that he didn’t want any gifts had fueled your indignation, especially given his tone had somehow strayed into something pitiful in comparison to the monotonous, bored drawl he usually offered.  

The idea came to you spontaneously. Nancy had called to tell you about a playful tiff she’d had with Jonathan over some Playboy magazine’s she’d found in his bedroom while moving her things in for Christmas. Her voice had practically faded into oblivion when you’d remembered the torn-out Playboy pages plastered to the wall above Billy’s dresser. 

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that Billy was pulling apart the ribbon you’d tied around the neatly wrapped gift, you’d begun to feel queasy.

Before tearing the wrapping paper, Billy prolongs your suffering with a smug smirk, clearly noticing your anticipation. He lifts the item, shaking it like a five year old rattling their present box as though it would offer insight into what lay inside. “Give me a hint.”

“Billy,” you huff, exasperated already with his antics, “Just open the stupid thing before I take it back.” 

He hums, finally pinching the edge of the wrapping between his thumb and forefinger before pulling upwards, the paper ripping open to reveal the contents inside. 

Billy paused, slowly exhaling the dregs of his cigarette in a gentle stream of smoke through his nose. 

Your heart catches. 

The glossy pages of the personalised Playboy Magazine rippled slightly as Billy brought the images closer for a better look. It was unmistakably you on the front cover, perched in a seductive position on a stool dressed in an unbuttoned blouse with peaks of the black, lacy lingerie you wore underneath. 

Poor Jonathan had been mortified when you’d begged him to take the last minute images. Despite his reluctance, and Nancy observing his every move to ensure he didn’t stare too long, he’d worked hard to ensure he could emulate the magazine quality. Of course, you hadn’t told him who they were for.

You knew you looked fantastic, but Billy’s silence was unnerving you. 

“There’s more inside,” you murmur, cheeks burning, “Some don’t have my face in them so you can tear them out and put them on your wall.” 

Another slow exhale, Billy’s eyes flitting over the magazine cover had your heart lurching in fear. Was he angry? He still didn’t say much when he began to thumb through the pages, stopping on a particularly scandalous page where you swept aside the bounce to reveal the curve of your breast, lips parted seductively but the image excluding the rest of your face. 

“Billy, I’m–” 

“Look at you,” he murmurs, taking his cigarette from his lips and stubbing it into an ashtray settled on the arm of the sofa you’re both perched on. “You want me to pin photos of you half naked on my wall, for everyone to see?”

Billy reaches forwards, taking a hold of your chin in his palm and pulling you forwards so your noses bumped together. Your breath hitches, seizing in your throat when you feel Billy’s breath fan across your face. 

“You little slut,” Billy coos, his free hand working its way between your knees to inch up the inside of your thigh. His touch leaves a delicious burn, like the smouldering embers of his cigarette end had set his fingertips alight. 

Billy’s lips brush against your own as he speaks, his fingers ghosting over the seam of your trousers to apply slight, teasing pressure to your clit. “I’ll put them up on the wall opposite the door. Make sure everyone gets to see how much of a slut you are for me.” 

You can see Billy’s cock straining against the right denim of his jeans. He’s all worked up at the idea of showing you off like this, and seems intent on dragging you down into a horny-haze too. 

“If you’d like that,” you whisper, voice catching slightly in your throat as Billy leans his head down to drag the flat of his tongue across your pulse point. You hear him chuckle softly, feel the rumble against your neck, and you’re almost certain it’s because he can somehow taste your arousal through your skin. 

“I’d love that,” he smirked, his hands slowly working their way beneath your shirt and pushing it upwards to expose the naked flesh of your stomach, squeezing at your breast when you arch your back for him. 

“Merry Christmas, Billy,” you laugh at that, your giggle faltering into a soft whine when Billy punches at your nipple, rolling the stiffened bud between the pads of his thumb and forefinger to tease you further. “Mhmmm,” Billy hums, nipping at your neck and slowly laying you back against the couch. He doesn’t seem to mind that the ashtray that had balanced on the arm of the sofa tips off onto the floor, or that the magazine falls to the floor. He’s far too busy grinding his hard cock against you. “A very merry Christmas it is.”

[botwild-track1]

Hello!! Welcome to my OC x canon page. I ship my OC Tulip with Princess Zelda from Breath of the Wild / Tears of the Kingdom

they're silly I hope u stick around if you'd like 😌

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Full Zulip Story

---- Again to make clear, Tulip is not a self insert for myself. This is just an OC x canon!!

[thedeadthree]

-ˋˏ .·:·. ⊱ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐛𝐲 @pavus — day one: 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞.

— 𝐈𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐑 . 𝐕𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐃𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀 . 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄.

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— 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (mutuals can opt in/out via 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 <3):

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[poetryvampire]

✨ Falling into Place ✨

Pt 2 (pt 1 can be found Here )

Gn! Reader x Rolan x Zevlor

Words: 4,835

Summary: Unsure of how they may react to finding out you're poly, you can't bring yourself to admit your love for either Zevlor or Rolan. Despite your efforts you fear your presence is driving a wedge between the tieflings.

Contents: Angst with a happy ending, mutual pining, self esteem issues, love confessions, touch starved, Nsft, oral, creampie.

Notes: Thank you so much Anon for requesting this and for you and everyone being so patience and kind. 💜💜💜 I really loved this prompt and very much enjoyed writing it. Enjoy! 🥰

 Luckily for you the day was horrifically busy. Hardly any time to dwell on Rolan's icy glances or what might really be going through Zevlor's mind. Your party set out to a village not far off from camp. If the rumors and supposed sighting were to be believed, this had been a hide out of the goblins. The moment you entered the village it was clear  there would be no need for an investigation. Sounds of panicked screams rang through the streets leading to the middle of town that was marked by a plume of black smoke overhead. You found the horde- larger than you had hoped- in a full rampage: terrorizing villagers, taking prisoners and hurling fireballs at everything they could. In the midst of the chaos you were ready, not only to put your all into saving the village but also to let your concerns slip away and focus on the task at hand.   

 The battle lasted longer than expected but eventually ended in victory. Those that chose to flee did so without any prisoners; a great win in your books for the time being. You were left feeling more worn than you had in ages but could not allow yourself to stop. Much to Zevlor's dismay you had neglected to tend to your wounds-a few scratches nothing major- before you flew into looking after civilians, seeing what else needed to be done. 

 The second the danger had dissipated your mind was flung back into turmoil. You could barely focus on Karlach as she summarized her talk with the village elders. A chill of fear ran down your spine as you caught sight of Rolan and Zevlor in the distance. For the first time since setting out they seemed to be speaking to each other. Though on closer inspection Zevlor was healing the wizard’s arm. Once the magic subsided you noticed Zevlor moving slightly closer to Rolan as he spoke, as if to be mindful of a sensitive topic. Finally he placed a reassuring hand on Rolan’s shoulder only for him to knock it away. You could feel your heart hammering in your throat as you watched Rolan tense, his tail swinging defensively behind him. It was clear by the tightening of Zevlor’s jaw that the wizard’s words were less than kind. 

“Don’t look so worried they’ll be fine.” 

 You suddenly snapped back to the world around you and to Karlach who was watching them as well. 

 “What?” you squeaked. 

 “I’m saying you can stop being such a sad sack, they’ll be fine!.” She gestured at the two. Before you could pull your thoughts together she continued. “Can tieflings get a little heated? Of course! But Zev and Rolan are good guys. And even if they do fight they’re not in rut so they probably won’t kill each.”  

“What!” You shouted, your anxiety coursing through your whole body.  “What are you talking about?” 

 “Well, sometimes if two guys are going after the same mate -hypothetically that is- things can get a little over charged, bit emotional, they might have a row. To show off but also to beat the shit out of their opponent. It can get nasty from time to time; I watched a poor bastard get gored once, you know. ” Karlach searched your face for anything other than horror. “But our boys are waaaay too sensible for that. Like if that were the case. Hypothetically, you shouldn’t worry.” 

“Oh my gods.” was all you could manage after blowing out a long breath.

  Though you appreciated the sentiment, the idea of them actually fighting over you put your stomach in knots. Just as alarming was the notion that your emotions had been so obvious. Every little action was getting to you, making you question your judgment. Not only about your tiefling companions but everything. Certainly you were over thinking to the point of torture yet it felt like a just punishment for you being the one to create this mess in the first place. 

  As the sun began to set a generous group of thankful locals ushered your company into a pub, happy to treat you to food and drink. You were glad for the proper meal but the jovial atmosphere of the celebrating villagers was deafened by Rolan's thin lipped silence. Surrounded by music, dancing and noisy chatter you had no choice but sit there and stew in your discomfort. Worse still was the concern in Zevlor's eye. He knew something more was wrong than you were letting on. 

 The air kept growing heavier, the anxiety which raged in your chest coming to a boiling point. The moment it seemed that all your companions were distracted you took your chance and made your way out the door as slyly as possible. You moved quickly, as happy as you were for the quiet there was something in the stillness of the night that made you feel small. By the time you were out of the village the prickling in your eyes  turned into scattered tears at your own foolishness.     

 Silently you thanked the gods as you finally sat by the campfire, it was a small comfort but it helped you feel less alone. You hugged your knees to your chest as you wondered if calling the mission there maybe for the best. It seemed the only sensible choice. You would break up, regroup and continue alone. Or at least with a different arrangement. Before you could properly map out a plan you were interrupted. 

 Rolan approached you slowly, a familiar grimace on that handsome face. You would have given anything to see him smile again.

"Have I done something wrong?" Rolan asked, breaking the silence.

"What? No, of course not." you shook your head.

"Than you haven't brought me here to torture me?" There was a strain in his voice that you hadn’t heard in a long time.

“No! Rolan, I would never do that to you.” Panic spread through your gut, thousands of words flew through your head, many of them leading  to his resounding rejection. How could you have been so senseless?  

 “Then why else would you want a useless wizard with no experience at your heels other than to bask in his humiliation.” His words were laced with venom. “If that was you intent bravo! You’ve done an excellent job.” 

“Rolan, don’t say that.” You plead, wishing to banish every terrible thought from his mind.  

“ If I've mistreated you, it wasn’t my intention.” He spat. “Truly. I know I’m not great at, well, handling these types of things. I know I’m not- not anything really.” 

 “Rolan, please-”   

“Let me speak.” He snapped. Rolan’s voice was sharp but his eyes held a wild desperation.

You nodded, thankful to be sitting down, that he couldn’t see the weakness in your knees. Rolan paused to take a breath as if drawing words was as painful as pulling an arrow from one's chest.

“I’ve never had a talent for speaking on my emotions. Even more so on matters of the heart. I used to barely believe that love was real. Or maybe I just wanted to believe that to make myself feel…” He laughed bitterly. “Less alone? Perhaps. But I was wrong. I’ve loved you since the Grove.”  

Rolan let out a shaking breath as he began to pace like a caged animal.  

 “How long ago was that? And yet I’ve done nothing. Like I was waiting for this to happen. I think I hoped that would be better. If you loved another I might be able to bear it,” He shook his head, gaze turned downward. “But not Zevlor.” 

 You felt dizzy. Numb, as if he had knocked the air from your lungs. 

 “Of all people. Zevlor? Not only another tiefling but one that has my affection-my respect? He is my better in every way. Stronger in heart and body. More handsome, more wise, more charming. I am already painfully aware that I am no hero, or beloved leader. I don’t need to be reminded at every turn what I lack.” Rolan didn’t dare look at you, still you could see the moisture in his eyes as plainly as you heard the trembling in his words. “He speaks to you with such ardency, it makes me sick. Had I done the same, things may have been-”

A sudden rustling in the darkness made both of you jump. You had been so lost in the revelation of his words your surroundings all but faded away. Your personal nightmare continued as a weary looking Zevlor stepped into the light. 

 “By the Hells,” he breathed, moving closer to the fire. “You gave me a fright. Have you both gone mad? First you wonder off,” Zevlor took a moment to look you over. You’re sure he caught the panic in your eyes. “And then Rolan disappears altogether.”  

“And just why does that bother you so deeply?” Rolan interjected before you could think of what to say. The sadness in his face slowly turned to rage.        

“Don’t be a fool. For all we know there’s still goblins about. Ones that were keen to try and take prisoners to Gods know where. It’s dangerous. You could have-” 

“But not for the noble Hellrider himself.” Rolan sneered. “He’ll be perfectly fine. Can’t miss an opportunity to play knight in shining armor, can he?”

Zevlor paused, his lips thinning, his eyes fixed on the wizard.

“It has been a tiresome day, Rolan. Perhaps it would be best to get some rest.” The paladin suggested. 

“Of course, heavens forbid our great hero do anything outside your watchful eye.” 

 “Please!” Zevlor hissed. “Clear your head. Go now before-” 

 “Before what?” Rolan raised his voice, suddenly stepping closer to Zevlor. Your heart hammered, breath ragged as panic consumed you. Would they actually try and hurt each other for you of all things? 

 “Before you say something regrettable.” Zevlor answered flatly.  

“Such as what?” the wizard challenged. “That your old age has turned you into a blithering mother hen?” 

“Watch yourself, lad.” This time it was Zevlor that took a step closer to his would-be opponent. 

 “Is it not true?” Rolan laughed spitefully. “You dote on them enough like some guardian  of their virtue. Well, guarding it for yourself, I imagine.” 

“Hold your tongue!” Zevlor growled, baring his fangs. You shivered realizing just how big they were. “Don’t you dare question my honor. I have my failings but I am no cad.” 

“What honor is that, oathbreaker?” the wizard pushed, ready to break or be broken. “The kind you spar with? Tell me, does training often end with your pupils underneath you?” 

 Zevlor’s hand shot to Rolan’s neck, roughly taking him by the collar. The younger man latched on to his arm in an attempt to throw his opponent to the ground. Zevlor easily overpowered him, trying to hold him still as Rolan’s hands began to glow with magic. 

 “Stop It!” you screamed louder than you thought possible. Your vision swayed for a moment as you jumped to your feet. Your whole body shook with nerves as if begging  you not to do what you were about to. But you had to end this before anyone got hurt. 

“Stop it, I can’t stand this anymore!” You erupted in hot tears, completely unable to hold it back. The tieflings froze their infernal eyes locked on you. “I didn’t want any of this. I didn’t- This- this is all my fault.” 

 You tried to go on but the shallowness of your breath and flood of tears made forcing speech painful. Your cheeks burned so bright with shame you could barely meet their gaze.

 “Just try to breathe, it’s okay.” The concern in Zevlor’s voice made your guts twist. You must have been so pitiful in his eyes.   

  “N-no please I’m-I’m so sorry.” Your head spun, you just needed to get the words out. “I’m in love with both of you. I didn’t- I’m sorry! I don’t know how It h-happened. I just couldn’t say. I didn’t want to hurt you. I love you more than anyone. And I've been open and had more than one partner before and I just- I know a lot of people don’t like it or think I'm a whore and couldn’t stand the thought of losing either of you and how could I choose? Zevlor, I love you wholly. Rolan, I love you completely. But I don’t expect you to put up with this or me- I’m so sorry for, for…” 

The more words you pushed out the lighter you felt, as if you had detached altogether from your body. Your throat was tight, gasping without even realizing it. Suddenly it all came crashing to a stop and your vision turned to darkness. 

 The first thing to come back to you was the feeling of grass beneath you. You breathed deeply, trying to figure out why your body felt so heavy. It was a low soft voice that drew you back to earth. You slowly opened your eyes trying to seek out the familiar sound. The haze surrounding you morphed into your two tieflings. Rolan sat with his head down, back slumped as if weighted down by defeat. Beside him knelt Zevlor speaking calmly, his hand grasping the younger man’s shoulder. 

 Everything flooded back to you in a horrid wave of embarrassment. You wanted to jump to your feet, your panic returning to you but moving your head so quickly only caused you to groan at the dizziness that ran over you.

 In a moment Zevlor was at your side  

 “Careful, now. No fast movements.” His eyes searched yours, once satisfied that you were alright he smiled. Despite everything, seeing him above you still made you blush. “Easy. Just take your time and breath.” The paladin held his hand to your back helping you sit up. 

“Oh gods,” you groaned, your voice a bit raw. “Did I, did I really…” 

“Faint? Yes. You came terribly close to the fire. Thankfully Rolan caught you with a spell.” He answered. 

 You looked at Rolan sitting across the fire. His eyes were glassy and swollen, the stains of freshly shed tears in his cheeks. 

“I’m sorry.” you spoke quietly. You couldn’t remember the last time you wanted to crawl into a cave and never talk to anyone again so badly. 

 Before you could find the strength to drag yourself to your tent to cry in peace, Zevlor wrapped a shawl around your shoulders, his hand sliding down your arm before slowly letting go. Heat spiked in your throat again. He touched you so gently it hurt. 

“Thank you.” you said weakly, not able to tell if there was a real chill in the air or it was just the heartache. “I was thinking we should pack up tomorrow and call this off. I can look into it letter and maybe-” 

“What?” Zevlor cocked his head. “How long have you been unwell? Do you need to see a healer?” 

“No. But,” you paused, voice trembling. “I think we should just go home and put all of this behind us. The faster we go our separate ways the faster we can move on.” 

Trying to swallow down your tears you look away waiting for his confirmation for what felt like a lifetime. Instead you feel his warm, weathered hands envelope yours. 

“My heart, why would we do that?” 

His words hung in the air. Just as you thought, the second you turned to him the tears returned. 

 “Was all this because you take multiple partners?” He asked. 

 You could only bring yourself to nod and to your great surprise Zevlor broke out into hardy laughter. It seemed even to startle Rolan.  

“My apologies,” He chuckled. “I feared something grave. But by the Gods that’s nothing. No, that’s perfect. You’re perfect.” Zevlor studied your face, he was beaming. “I’ll admit it’s been some time since I’ve had such an affair, but I am very familiar. It was quite a common practice in my youth.” 

You were breathless. Again you tried to push out words but all you could manage was a highly embarrassing squawk. 

“Dearest, I can think of no greater honor than being at your side. With or without others. I only hope to be worthy of you.” Zevlor kissed your hand not breaking his gaze. 

“Don’t say that.” you laughed. You can’t recall ever feeling such a strange concoction of emotions. Wild fear and unbound happiness swirled within you, blending into one. “I’ll die of joy.”  

Zevlor’s hand rose to your chin, drawing you closer to him. 

“Then I shall revive you.”He whispered before capturing your lips with the same passion he had that morning. Gods, it had only been this morning. The warmth of his skin made you want to cling to him but he did not let himself linger too long. You both knew not everything was settled yet. 

 When he broke the kiss Zevlor’s eyes were alight with an awe you had never seen before. It was a youthful excitement that radiated from him. 

 “Rolan,” Zevlor called, turning to the tiefling that pulled his head from his hands. He held out his hand, a clear offer to join you but Rolan only looked at him hesitantly. Finally Rolan moved forward, his eyes casted down and full of shame. As the wizard stood awkwardly, Zevlor took his fidgeting hand and kissed it as well. You could have sworn a flash of blush tinged his grim face. It only seemed to fluster him farther. 

“Well, I owe both of you an apology. To say the very least.” Rolan began slowly. “My emotions got the best of me and I was cruel and childish. I hope you will be able to forgive me.” 

 As always the wizard melted your heart with such ease. His remorse dreadfully apparent you sought only to comfort him. 

“Rolan I already have. This whole ridiculous mess is my fault.” 

 “A miscommunication. On all our parts.” Zevlor corrected.

 You reached out to the wizard cautiously as if trying not to scare away a frightened cat. Gently you tugged on his sleeve and despite his hesitation he sat down though not as close as you would have liked. 

“I’m just,” Rolan pressed his lips together, shaking his head. “I never dreamed something like this would happen. You’re both wonderful. All the time but especially to me. You’re too kind to me, I don’t deserve it.” 

“That’s the most absurd thing you’ve said all night.” Zevlor interjected. 

 A half smile crossed Rolan’s lips but still he regarded the both of you like you might strike him down at any moment. 

“I must admit I don’t know how to feel. If you had told me you loved me before I would have been- well absolutely over the moon and unsure if I might have fallen victim to some ungodly succubus- but I would be terrified. I don’t know what I’m doing and I just want to be good for you. And to double that!” he laughed awkwardly. “My head is spinning at the thought.” 

Your eyes traveled over the wizard’s face, taking in his knitted brow and tired eyes. You reached for a loose strand of hair and neatly tucked it behind his ear. 

“Rolan,” you spoke as your hand fell to his cheek, caressing his warm skin. “More than anything I want your happiness. You’re already great just as you are. But I want you to be comfortable. If you want we can take things slow, we try things and see how we feel. You don’t have to decide anything right now.” 

To your astonishment Rolan pressed his face into your hand, hungrily, keeping his eyes shut tight. 

“I’d like that.” he managed between kissing you palm. 

Unable to stop due to the serge of joyful energy that rang over you, you threw your arms around him. To your delight he reciprocated instantly, holding you tight to him. Before you knew it you were kissing him. His mouth, his cheeks, his forehead. Everywhere you could reach. He clung to you even harder as if the smallest breeze could take you away from him. 

 “Could you hold me for a while?” He asked, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

 “Of course, Rolan.” You cooed to him. 

 You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt so comfortable as you did in that moment. In the low fire light you lay with your beloved tieflings, your head on Zevlor’s chest, Rolan at your side, his arms wrapped around your middle. This was a subject of your wildest dreams yet the exhaustion of the day set in fast and before too long you were fast asleep.  

The revelations of that night did not disappear with the rising sun. The notions of it being some stress induced fantasy were banished when you woke to find yourself sandwiched between the two men. You slipped from between them easily, safe with the knowledge that you would be in such a position again soon. 

 To say you were correct was perhaps an understatement. Over the next few days the anxieties which had weighed you down were replaced with an insatiable need for closeness. As you traveled onward the simplest of tasks were tinted with a new found excitement just by being in each other’s presence. Every brushing of shoulders or lacing of fingers thrilled you utterly. All three of you become terribly aware of just how long it had been since you had allowed yourself such intimacy. Without fail, every evening you’d find yourselves packed together, now unable to stand sleeping alone. 

 Eventually you settled in Rolan’s tent. His talents for magic affording you more space and comfort. He had conjured a large bed that overflowed with blankets and pillows. Penalty of room to spread out; not that you wanted to. Despite keeping mostly chaste thus far, it was no secret that you craved the warmth of each other.  

 You found yourself in Zevlor’s lap, never missing an opportunity to settle in his strong arms. Between sips of wine, the paladin would plant soft kisses on your neck. As usual, Rolan sat separately choosing to take his time before cuddling up to either of you. Hopefully he would move in soon; there seemed something particularly tantalizing about him that night. He looked more relaxed, almost peaceful as he leaned against the headboard, dressed only in a robe, his loose hair framing his beautiful features. There was a dreamy look in his eye that made your heart flutter.

  With a feather light touch Zevlor held your chin, turning your face to his.You welcomed his kiss reveling in the taste of his wine laced mouth. Blush bloomed across your cheeks as you felt his finger tangle in your hair. You tried to adjust yourself, gripped with the sudden need to have your hands on him. Pushing yourself flush against him you moaned before you could stop yourself as you felt the solid bar of his erection beneath you. The heat you had so desperately tried to keep contained now pooled at your core. Aching for relief you rocked your hips against his and spurred him on. Tightening his grip he kissed you feverishly, sucking and biting your lips until they were half raw. Zevlor’s free hand glided over you keeping you pressed tight to him. Your clothes become tighter and more uncomfortable by the minute. 

 “Do you want this, my heart?” Zevlor broke the kiss to look at you.. 

 Heart thundering you could only beam up at those perfect fiery eyes before turning your attention to Rolan. He was watching you intently, face flushed, not a whisper of jealousy or unease to be found. 

“Gods,” his lips curved into a playful grin. “Don’t stop on my account. I’m quite enjoying the view.”

That settled it. You pulled away from your paladin and moved off the bed altogether. 

“Yet, I’m sure we could give you a better one.” You grinned making quick work of your clothes, letting them fall in a puddle at your feet. 

 Any lingering doubt that your lovers wanted you was banished by the hunger in their eyes as they raked over you. Never in your life had you felt so desired. Zevlor was quick to follow you, shedding his clothes while lavishing your neck and chest with wet kisses. He swept you into his arms like you weighed nothing, laying you gently in the center of the bed before eagerly climbing atop you. You held in a moan taking the view of him. At the scars that littered his muscles, at the full, thick cock that hung between his legs. Instinctively you spread your legs in anticipation. He continued his ministrations, mapping your body with his lips. 

 It felt like an eternity before he settled himself between your thighs. You shivered at the vibrations as he groaned against your aching sex. His expert tongue ran over you collecting every drop you had to offer. In no time he had your hips in a vice grip to still you as he moved his mouth over you. You surprised yourself at the wantonness of your moans, almost embarrassed how quickly he was pushing you to the edge. 

“Please, Zevlor, I- Please.” You babbled, unsure of what you were bagging for. But the tiefling granted your wish all the same as you felt something prod at your entrance. His tail slowly sank its way in and out of you before beginning to curl and pump you farther. 

 “How is that, sweet one?” Zevlor asked between flicks of his tongue. “Soon you’ll be nice and ready for us.” 

Us. The thought was almost too delicious for words. You casted your eyes to Rolan, who was wide eyed, now palming himself with earnest through his robe. You reached for him, whining desperately. Now too drunk on pleasure for shame. The wizard moved to your side without hesitation. Half frantic, you pulled open his garment and sighed at the stunning pattern of ridges in front of you. His cock was long and stiff as stone, it’s head shining with precum. Rolan hissed and shuddered as you stroked his length. Zevlor pursed his lips around you, suckling lewdly. Your hips snapped, a wave of heat rushed over you as your climax took you without warning. You writhed and mewled as you spilled yourself over Zevlor’s eager tongue.

 Rolan swore. Both at the sight before him and how tightly you gripped him. Breathing hard with lust Zevlor gently slipped out of you and raised his head, the evidence of your release still on his lips. In a swift motion the older man pulled Rolan to his side and captured his lips, drawing a loud moan from the wizard.

 “Is that good? Do you want it?” Zevlor growled between rough kisses. 

“Yes, Gods, yes,” Rolan repeated, trying to lick up every bit of you from his mouth.

 The second he was over you your hands were on him, your legs wrapping around his slim hips to draw him closer. Rolan’s eyes danced over your form as if trying to take all of you in at once as he carefully eased into your warmth. A slurry of whimpers erupted from you as each ridge dragged against your insides, teasing and stretching you deliciously. Before long Rolan found his rhythm and set a rougher pace than you had expected. 

“Rolan! That’s-you’re so good you're so perfect -Gods-” You were gasping half breathless at his unrelenting assault on your depths. 

 Zevlor ran his fingers through your hair while singing your praise sweetly. You pawed at him quickly loosing you ability to form words. You licked your lips, lolling your tongue out at him making your need clear. He complied happily and brought his fat, heavy cock to your lips. You relished his strong earthy taste as you sucked deeply, taking as much of him as possible. You moaned around him as he started to move, his eyes fixed on you, watching his manhood pump into your greedy mouth.

“That’s it, my love. You’re so beautiful like this.” Zevlor gasped. 

Without thinking your hips began meeting Rolan’s thrusts with abandon, the feeling of being filled with both your lovers intoxicating you utterly. 

 “I love you, I love you,” Rolan cried looking at his lovers, teary eyed. “I want this, I want you.” He chanted his love over and over as his movements became sporadic, his breathing ragged.  

 It was impossible to tell who came first. You were suddenly overwhelmed with heat. Rolan trembled, his hips slowing as he filled you to the brim just as Zevlor groaned lowly spilling down your throat. It was pleasure unbearable, coiling and snapping at your core, sending another orgasm coursing through you.

 You were all a mess, but a deeply satisfied one. You ended the night tangled together, secure in each other’s arms as if that were the way you were always meant to be.

[coffee-and-geto]

THE ART OF LOVE CRIMINOLOGY — PROF TOJI SERIES

“Maybe after all the bad people have done to me, I still see the good in them. Even in you, Toji.”

INFORMATIONS

❦ pairing: professor!toji x f!reader

❦ summary: you are a student of criminal studies at a prestigious university with one goal in mind: get your father out of prison one day. but how will you react when your new professor in the subject, as attractive as he is odious, comes to replace your old teacher who has deserted the post? especially when that new teacher is keeping a secret that will jeopardize your plans. one thing's for sure, your life will never be the same again…

❦ tw: dead dove: do not eat!!, smut, nsfw, violence with graphic description, vulgar language, mention of bullying/suicide/weapons/drugs/gambling, mature and dark themes, toxic parental relationships, murders, yakuzas, panick attacks, heavy angst, fluff, manipulation, childhood trauma, death, grief, betrayal, hurt with/without comfort, i actually don’t know if this fic will be a happy ending or not, (more to add!!).

❦ content: (+18 only!!), reader has daddy/abandonment issues, her age isn’t clearly specified, toji is a fairly young teacher (late 20s/early 30s), student/teacher relationship (fictional, not real!!), depiction of the life of a hitman/appearance of yakuzas, enemies to lovers, but not a real slow burn, dark academia vibe, Keiô University in Japan is used in this fanfiction but nothing that happens here is related to it!!

❦ wc: 19k

❦ status: ongoing

❦ tag list: open

TABLE OF CONTENTS

1. I THINK HE DID IT BUT I JUST CAN’T PROVE IT

2. GUYS MY AGE DON’T KNOW HOW TO TREAT ME

more to come...

EXTRAS

bords of the series

[fandomaya]

Culinary Comfort

Pairing: Kento Nanami x Reader

CW: Food is heavily mentioned, some overthinking and insecurities on reader's part, Gojo is mentioned once (lol), use of petnames, just being fluffy and indulgent! (a suggestive implication at the end, ig?), not proofread as usual

WC: 765

Summary: Just exploring how shared love for food can create little comforting memories between you and Kento

You know Kento is the type of guy to take you to different premium eateries which range from restaurants to pâtisseries and the likes of that. He just loves the expression on your face which is of pure concentration, but all that makes him fondly smile is your cute little frown with an even cuter pout on your lips, all just trying to decide on what you want to eat from the wide variety of delicacies.

But he hates to see the hesitance on your features, and he knows why you feel that even. You genuinely feel at times you should not indulge much no matter how delicious the dishes may seem. Also, the fact that these are so expensive and your partner, Kento always pays for them, makes you feel guilty of burdening him.

But Kento doesn’t know how to make you realize that he loves to see you eat, to see the satisfaction on your face when you close your eyes and let out pleased soft noises as soon as the flavors meet your taste buds. You already have seen how he loves to help you out in the kitchen and most of the weekends he even tries out a new recipe for you which he is sure that you would savor. You can undoubtedly say that food is a love language of Kento.

So coming back to eateries, one fine day, he takes you out to a café that had opened a few weeks ago, and he tried it out himself too, unfortunately with Gojo after a mission. But fret not! Because this time he wants to have a better and peaceful experience with you since he loves to introduce you to new things and experiences.

So similar things happen this time as well. Upon entering, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sweet pastries envelops you. The subtle hum of conversations of other patrons creates a cozy ambiance on this bright weekend. You both take a table near the glass windows that look out at the busy street. The menu arrives, its pages whispering promises of delightful flavors, and he is fondly looking at your confused face of trying to pick something for yourself. But then as soon as the waitress comes in to take your order, Kento is quick to take over and surprise you. You never expected him to place an order where he requests to bring one serving from every item under the specials section.

As you open your mouth to speak, Kento preemptively squeezes your hand, a silent reassurance that halts your words. He smiles at the waitress so that he goes away before he brings in the requested delicacies. In a hushed tone, you find yourself blurting out your concerns to Kento, trying to explain that it’s probably too much and that he shouldn’t carelessly spend much money, plus you will gain weight, which seems unfavorable.

His words are often sparse, but his actions speak volumes. So he just gets up and drags his chair near to yours. He sits back down, holds your hands, and rubs your palms in comforting circles. He murmurs, “Look at me, sweetheart”' his voice a gentle melody that resonates in the quiet intimacy of the moment. Your gaze drops to your lap, worry etched in your eyes as if confessing a pang of hidden guilt, in some subconscious shame of indulgence.

With a tender touch, he lifts your chin, encouraging you to meet his gaze. His eyes are so soft and kind, that it almost makes you want to cry for burdening him with your petty, annoying habits. But he just says, “Listen to me carefully, love.” His words are a tender reassurance in the midst of your worries. “It is fine to eat more if you want to. I know you love to eat, and it is completely okay to indulge once in a while. We are not doing this everyday, are we?”. You nod your head, and he just kindly smiles while rubbing your cheek, not caring if anyone sees or judges.

What is his priority is to make you comfortable and keep you happy. Plus, he doesn’t care if you gain weight or anything. He reassures you, 'It's more than good; I love the softness of you.' His words carry a warmth that transcends the physical, embracing the entirety of your being. He knows that he would just get more of you to love and worship back at home, in the sanctity of your shared existence, so that you truly know how he loves all of you.

a/n: This was really self-indulgent, but I felt like writing it. I just love to eat and feed my loved ones with good food too. But I hate the guilt that sometimes creep in some of us, which makes us hesitant to delve in full sensory experience of culinary treats. If you reach till the end, thank you for reading, and I hope you eat well always <333

[moonpascal]

IN THE SHADOW OF MEMORY VISUALS <3

chapter 1: hospital wing (love that there was a chair)

Chapter 3: forbidden forest flashback

Chapter 3: theos dorm & trunk of jumpers/clothes

Chapter 4: astronomy tower & spot/railing they were sitting by

[myrmyrtheorca]

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Killer Whale. (Ao3 profile) [A Katekyo Hitman Reborn Fanfiction]

LAST CHAPTER: ACT 1, Ch. 8 - The Abyss that Gazes Back [03/10] NEXT CHAPTER: ACT 1, Ch. 9 [ETA 31/10]

Character sheets: Myr (old ver), Lidija (old ver.), Anemone (old ver.), Tristam

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Ciao~ my name is Myell, my pronouns are she/her and this is both my personal blog and my fanfic's archive! Have a fun stay 🩵🦈

Killer Whale's chapters are normally released on a three-weeks schedule, so to give myself the time to translate and edit them without rushing. Still, be on the lookout for a post here or through #fanfic updates if anything needs to be delayed. Doing my best! Thank you for your patience ✨

Project Killer Whale (name to change? fuck it we ball) is a retelling of the canon story with the addition of a few OC elements, mainly the protagonist and her context. I don't have a beta reader. It's my first ever full fledged fanfiction, and it means a lot to me.

I'm always open to feedback and questions about my work, so do not hesitate to contact me through asks or DMs if you need to!

All the art I post is made by me (unless stated otherwise, like for comms posted with the artist's permission).

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And a shit ton of other stuff, but this is the basic gist of what you can expect to see from me (*´▽`*)

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Aaand I believe that's it! Thank you so much for looking at my blog and have an enchanted day!

p.s. don't expect me to post really frequently, at least not for a while. Actually posting things can easily slip my mind in between my irl responsibilities

[lastchristmas]

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[nidianddeepspace]

The Curse of the Demon: A Made Up Zayne Myth

In the Spirit of Zayne's New Solar Pair, I thought I'd share with you a myth I made up about him...

I had a dream about this so it might sound weird.

takes place in a historical china AU (because I've been watching Chinese Dramas lately)

Zayne is an emperor who has one wife (the empress, who he doesn't love and doesn't touch) and the concubine (the MC, whom he does love)

is cursed with a mark that turns him into an emotional destructive demon/oni. However, he can be cured if his true love finds two talismans that can absolve him on his demon.

Zayne and the MC want to consummate their relationship, however if that happens, there is a good chance it'll speed up his transformation. So the MC vows to use the talismans because she wants to help free him from the curse.

the Empress is jealous of the MC and wants to get rid of her. So she has her thrown in jail for a Crime she didn't commit.

But this backfires because the MC isn't able to find and use the talisman's in time, and Zayne transforms into a raging, emotional beast.

Before he can do too much damage, the MC sacrifices herself and her heart to restore Zayne. When he comes to and realizes what has happened, he is plunged into despair.

Fast forward to the present with the doctor who has no emotions. But that's a consequence of the myth - if he has no emotions and cannot be swayed, then he cannot be cursed.

Except he's totally cursed, bahahaha.

The empress is reincarnated as fellow doctor with feelings for Zayne and the MC, instead of a hunter is a nurse.

Zayne is immediately drawn to MC, but struggles to keep himself in check. As a result he is slowly overtaken by the curse.

He tries to keep his distance from MC and the female doctor does her part, but that doesn't work.

Eventually, MC can't take it anymore and runs away, which - you guessed it, leads to Zayne being overcome with sadness and turning into the demon.

with the help of the spirit of the Concubine, MC learns about the curse and sets off to find the talisman, but of course fellow doctor interferes.

It looks like history will repeat itself, but this time, MC is able to use the talisman's and save Zayne's life without having to sacrifice her heart.

Should I start writing it? please, encourage me to do so. |Photo Credit|

[d3athanddecay1]

Please feel free to dm or ask ♥︎ I enjoy talking I'm always down to yap

TWs in the bio above ^

Don't follow in my footsteps; Learn from my mistakes.

Below are some things about me, and my insanity.

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Things about me

21 | She/Her 🏳️‍⚧️|Demonolatress

Casually Suicidal

Music runs through my veins

Rabid Leftist

Falls obsessively in love

Quickly loses interest

IM OKAY, if I thought I should be hoepaitalized I would be.

this is my insanely unhinged throwaway, if you follow my other acc and recognize them both as the same person HIII HELLO HIII ‼️‼️ HII :33333

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♡ Music ♡

Top 3 Bands/Artists: That Handsome Devil, Red Vox, Toby Fox (I do like a shit ton of artists though I'm a musician this is a very difficult question)

Currently digging through the discography from: Mom Rock

♡ Games ♡

Top 3 (All time): The Last of Us, Zelda Ocarina of Time (N64) ((first game I was ever allowed to play)), The Mass Effect Trilogy.

Currently playing too much: Mass Effect 2

Currently playing these too and fuckin lovin em: Stardew Velley, Cyberpunk 2077, Webfishing

♡ Shows/Movies ♡

Genres: Horror, Comedy, Action, Scifi, Historical Fiction, Mockumentary & Documentary, (Might add to this idk ahh)

Top 3 Shows: Community, Always Sunny, The Good Place

Top 3 Anime (Shows): Death Note, Nana, Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood

Currently watching on my own (on repeat lol): The Eric Andre Show

Top 3 Movies: Idiocracy, Hereditary, Don't Look Up

Top 3 Anime (Movies): Akira, Princess Mononoke, Howl's Moving Castle

Favorite Studios: Ghibli, A24, Aardman, (Also will add to this I forget who makes the movies I like really often)

Im kind of, not grounded ever, so this isn't meant to encourage others, this is genuinely to help me keep track of my own issues and find where I should focus my efforts to heal and recover

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ED [☆]

𝙰𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚖 [♡♡]

𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚖 [☆☆]

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙳𝚛𝚞𝚐 𝙰𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎 [♡♡♡]

(I may add more)

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Key

♡♡♡♡ - pretty much as recovered as one can get ▓ ♡♡♡ - in recovery for a year ▓ ♡♡ - in recovery for over 6 months ▓ ♡ - In recovery

◇ - Somewhere in-between

☆ - relapsed ▓ ☆☆ - relapsed and worsening ▓ ☆☆☆ - don't want to recover/worsening ▓ ☆☆☆☆ - I should probably check myself in somewhere/I'm doing permanent damage ▓ ☆☆☆☆☆ - All is lost/I could literally die tomorrow

[metal-mouse]

Hogwarts Legacy Masterlist

Hogwarts Legacy

Sebastian Sallow

Angst Sebastian x gn!MC Not The One to Worship, Not The One to Blame

 The battle against Ranrok is over. You are in your sixth year, and now have to deal with the aftermath that is emotion and nightmarish memories. Despite having kept Sebastian Sallow’s secret, you have no interest in his friendship. However, he certainly makes a good scapegoat for all of your pain.

18+ Sebastian x f!Slytherin!MC Let Me Make it Up To You

After a poorly executed treasure hunt, Sebastian Sallow must make it up to you somehow. He chooses to do so in the shower.

Ominis Gaunt

18+ Ominis x f!MC Because You're Mine

You are most surprised to see Ominis Gaunt return to you with a broken nose and a black eye from a fight. He's being awfully cryptic about who he got into a fight with, until you've finished healing him and he confesses why he'd gotten into a fight. In a fit of possessiveness, he shows you what you mean to him.

18+ Ominis x gn!MC I Feel Better With You

Ominis Gaunt has had an awful day, and he can't get to sleep. Instead of driving Sebastian mad with his anxious energy, he gets up and wanders wherever his restless feet will take him. What he doesn't expect is to run into you, or to learn of your favourite secret location within Hogwarts.

18+ Ominis x f!MC Keep You Off My Mind

It has been five years since Sebastian Sallow was sentenced to life in Azkaban. You have moved into a a shared flat with Ominis Gaunt, who rescues you from a horrific nightmare one night. In your shared guilt, you find comfort in each other.

Garreth Weasley

18+ Garreth x f!MC Don't Ever Leave

It has been one year since you have graduated from Hogwarts. You've returned to Hogsmeade for some shopping, and you run into a familiar face. You spend the afternoon catching up with Garreth Weasley, when a rain storm rolls in preventing you from returning home.