#f!mc x leon

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Protective Samara <3

Also "Here to steal my boyfriend?" yeah in a few months, get cucked

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Welcome Home

Tyler Owens x F!Reader

Summary: After not being home for years, you come back and find yourself feeling everything that kept you from coming home to begin with. But that doesn’t stop you from calling an old friend and taking a trip down memory lane with him.  Created a playlist that inspired a lot of these scenes, some even mention the songs briefly. Welcome Home Playlist. // Word Count: 5k 

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Angst. Grief. Trauma. Dead Sibling. Talks of a break up, of drunk driving. No use of y/n. Mentions of having a sibling who has a name in this fic. Happy Ending. A/N: I… this was something that just poured out of me. I couldn’t stop until it was done. I can’t just simply write a one shot without giving reader so much background and backstory it becomes over 4k apparently LOL. Twisters Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @kmc1989 (let me know if you'd like to be added!)

Being back home brought back up a lot for you. It’s why you hadn’t made any where home yet. The weight of the word was just as heavy as being back here. Your parents had gone out, taken the family to some line dancing event. It took plenty of convincing for them to leave without you, but eventually you and your sister gave them enough flack that they did. Now you sat alone on the large farmland on the back deck watching the sky turn pastel as the sun just began to set while your sister went inside to her room. After a couple minutes, you brought yourself inside, taking in all the things that never changed about home. The blankets, most of them were the same ones that you spent hiding under with your best friends when you watched scary movies. The furniture, the living room still had the same sets you’d make forts out of with your siblings. The pantry and fridge, your family was still an ingredient one so if you opened the fridge for a snack, you had to take the time to put something together instead of just grabbing and going. The pictures, there were new ones, ones that you and your sister both sent back home from your new lives away from here, but the old ones were in the same spots. Memories of building the back deck, going on vacations to Eureka Springs, high school graduations. This part of home was warm, it was welcoming, it was safe. As you entered your room, that’s where things got heavy. It hadn’t changed. There was no changing things into sewing rooms or storage. Everything was left untouched. 

It felt the same as downstairs. Only difference was your sister had been blasting Leon Bridges loud enough that you could hear it on the entire second floor. But besides that, pretty much interchangeable with the first level feeling wise. The blankets, most of them were the same ones you spent tangled in with him. The furniture, the loveseat facing the large bay window was where you spent most nights looking out of your telescope with him, not looking at the stars but looking at the clouds in the sky. The drawer in your nightstand, one that you jokingly called the pantry that held tons of quick non perishable snacks you’d find yourself sharing with him and even your sister when she would knock on your connected door asking for something. The pictures, those memories of who was with you helping build the back deck, who drove you down to Eureka Springs that one summer, who graduated alongside you. Then there were the ones that only the young group of you had memory of. Sneaking out to the swimming holes late at night, cow tipping because you had to see if it was a real thing or not. It wasn’t, instead you ended up drunk in a field with him and your sister. The party where you got violently ill all over your shirt and he gave you his. That was the photo you were staring at now. You, with the widest grin on your face in the backseat of his red dodge RAM, his green button shirt, only done up halfway, your white bra peeking out from it, your right hand with your thumbs up right next to your face, your hair drenched because he and your sister thought the hose from whoever’s house would wash the smell and stain of vomit from it. Your sister was next to you, her hands covering her face as she laughed and in the right corner was a blown out blob from the flash. The only visible markings you could make out was the top of dirty blonde hair and the slight of a blue green eye, but the same thumbs up as yours just closer and blown out similar to his face. As you picked the frame up, another photo fell out from behind. You bent down to pick it up and you realized it was from the same night, it was you and him, someone had taken this picture from behind you both, probably your sister. His arm was around your shoulder, the green shirt still on your back and him just in a white t-shirt. He was pointing at something and you were mesmerized by it.  While there was no way of telling what your face actually looked like from the photo, you knew you were because Tyler Owens always mesmerized you. Opening your dresser drawer to put the photo in was when you saw the same green shirt from that night folded under a couple old tank tops of yours. 

You swore it still smelt like him, which was impossible, you most definitely washed it after your drunken night but again, home had a weird way of holding feelings captive in objects. 

Without thinking, you draped the shirt on, leaving it unbuttoned, making your way over to the oval shaped full body mirror that was tucked in the corner of your room. One you had covered the frame with stickers and the stand with cardigans. As you stared at yourself in his shirt, you lifted your t-shirt to see not the same but the same color bra you had in the picture from all those years ago and you let out a chuckle and a head shake. As your body moved, so did the shirt, falling off your shoulder and without a second of hesitation, you plopped down on your bed, crisscrossed and searched your phone for his contact. 

Two rings. You’d thought it’d be disconnected, voicemail at best. You thought you’d hear a more matured tone of his voice than you could remember, telling you to leave a message after the tone, but instead you heard him answer and he sounded exactly the same. 

“Hey, storm girl.” 

There it was. Suddenly you were 16 again, and if you didn’t have recollection of every terrible thing that had happened in the last handful of years it would’ve been easy to fall back to that. Sitting in the room you grew up in, in your high school love’s shirt, your sister blasting Leon Bridges throughout the house, and Tyler answering the phone speaking a nickname you hadn’t heard in forever. 

“Didn’t think you’d pick up.” Bringing your knees to your chest, you rested your chin on them, again swearing that scent of him was still stained all over the shirt you still had casually draped over you. 

You could tell he was smiling through the phone. In spite of it having been years, there were just some things that you’d always be able to tell about someone you knew so well, so intimately. 

“Didn’t think you’d call.” His southern accent was so strong and it made you wonder if being away for all these years made you lose yours in a way that only he would notice.

“Just because I called you, doesn’t mean I miss you.” 

“Oh, well of course not.” 

And just like that, you were back in the teasing rhythm you always had with Tyler Owens. 

“You were just on my mind.” You replied. 

“Funny, I think I found you somewhere in mind recently too.” 

You smiled, and you knew he could tell you were smiling. “I found that shirt you gave me after I puked at that house party our graduation night in my bedroom.” 

“Asher Levi.” A laugh filled the speaker of the phone. “It was Asher Levi’s house party. I remember because a few of us took his jeans and created a zip line type of thing into his pool. I think that might’ve been what made you puke, that mixed with the drinking.” 

“Levi’s levis.” You remembered it so clearly, it was definitely less of a zip line and more just a single monkey bar if you recalled correctly, but it was definitely possible you didn’t with how much you drank. 

“Did you say in your bedroom?” Curiosity was littered all over his tone as he spoke. 

“I did.” Your eyebrows raised like you were shocked by the statement too. 

He was nodding, a nod that held so much emotion but he decided to answer with something a little more light hearted because he knew how hard it probably was for you to be where you were. “I thought I heard Leon Bridges in the background.” 

You laughed at that, it was your sister’s thing, and he would’ve known that better than anyone else. 

“Where are you right now?” You weren’t exactly sure what response you were expecting, but the one he gave definitely wasn’t it. 

“A motel on the coast of Oklahoma.” He sounded so amused, like he knew his sentence was going to leave you wondering how to answer.

“Oh.” Was all you could come up with, your mind was jumping through all the reasons why Tyler Owens was at a motel right now, some good, some bad, some you wished you didn’t think of, some that led you even more intrigued than the statement itself did. 

“How many scenarios just flashed through that pretty little head of yours?” He knew you too damn well. 

“Wasn’t counting but probably at least 17.” 

“Tell me one.” You couldn’t see it but he was kicking his feet up on a cooler as he sat back in a lawn chair. 

“I’ll tell you three. First one, hooker.” 

If he had a drink in his mouth, he would have spit it out, but instead just brought his feet down and sat up so he could let out a belly laugh. “A hooker?!” 

“I don’t know, maybe your game went down over the years, Owens. I don’t judge. Sex work is work.” 

“While I don’t judge either, I am not and was not with a prostitute.” 

“I know.” You agreed with him. “My second one was a little more upsetting. I was worried you got uprooted.” You were referencing a tornado, something so common where you grew up. 

“No, I’m not uprooted.” All joking tones were gone now as he reassured you. “What’s the third one you wanna share.” 

“I think it’s the right one.” 

“Well this I gotta hear.” There was that intrigue again. 

“You’re chasin’ storms.” You knew him too damn well, too. 

He opened his mouth in a smile, his tongue playing with the inside of his mouth knowing you were right on the money. “Ever since you left, I’ve been searchin’ for ‘em.” 

“Took a break to ride a few bulls, though.” You showed your cards with that one. 

“You’re cheating, you’ve looked me up.” 

“To be fair, you showed up on my instagram news feed a while back, something like ‘all the motivational phrases from hot cowboy Tyler Owens as he preps for his bull riding competitions’.” 

“Sounds about ri–wait so you don’t even follow me?” There was fake hurt coming through the phone towards you now. Realizing you were talking about a post from some news account, not even his own page.

“You don’t follow me! How can you be mad that I don’t follow you.” 

“I follow you. I liked your last post. Surfing in Sayulita.” He had you there. 

“You’re just looking at it right now.” There was actual defensiveness in your tone now. There was no way you didn’t realize Tyler Owens followed and liked your posts. 

“I feel kind of offended. I feel like I’ve been in contact with you this whole time you know, like I’ve been a part of your life from a far while you’ve just cut me out cold.” His cowboy drawl was strong in that sentence and you felt embarrassed almost. It was a reminder of the guilt you felt but it wasn’t something you’d discuss on the phone, this was meant to be reconnecting, fun, that Tyler Owens banter everyone knew and loved. And he knew it because he was following it up with more fluff. “If it makes you feel better, my instagram is all PR, Youtube stuff. I got a finsta for my cool stuff.” 

“Why do I picture you imitating the sunglasses emoji while you said that?” Your nostrils flared as you grinned.

“Because I did.” 

Now it was your turn to let out a belly laugh. 

“That’s probably why you didn’t realize it was me that was liking your posts.” He pulled his phone away from his ear and pulled up instagram to shoot you a DM. “There I just sent you a message so you can follow me back.” 

You saw the sunglasses emoji pop up on your phone alongside CloudTy. A play on Cloud nine,  the nickname you gave him. “Nice finsta name.” 

“Yeaaaa, someone cool gave it to me a bunch of years ago and it just stuck.” He was leaning back in the lawn chair now and he realized he hadn’t lost the smile on his face since he picked up the phone. 

“You want to pick me up?” You shocked yourself with the question and your boldness, but with how Tyler answered, that feeling of being 16 and in love again filled your heart. 

“I’ll be there in 20 minutes.” 

And just like that, your favorite Leon Bridges song came on. Appropriately titled, Coming Home. Falling back on your bed, you wished this feeling was one you could have drowned in forever. There were only a few people in this world where you could pick up where you last left off, and the list was short. Your family was a handful of them, but the difference is you always picked up at the same memory. The one each one of you were stuck reliving when you all came together. The reason you were back home to begin with. Tyler on the other hand, you picked up where it felt safe, familiar and just freeing. 

The door that led to your connected bathroom where your sister's room was to be found on the other side was opening and your head lifted up to see her one hand grasping the doorframe and the other still on the doorknob. “Uh, I think Tyler Owens just pulled into our driveway.” Her smile was hesitant and muddled as she waited for a reaction from you. 

“Okay, thanks.” You were jumping up, not eagerly because you weren’t stupid enough to act that way in front of your sister and open up the 20 questions. 

“Okay, sorry, I shouldn’t have worded it that way, why is Tyler Owens in our driveway?” She repeated her question in a different manner. It seemed like the 20 questions can opened up anyways. 

“He’s picking me up.” Again, said so nonchalant to throw off any more questions you weren’t sure you really had the answers too. You began gathering your stuff and ignored the full out beaming look your sister had on her face as she followed you downstairs. 

Opening the front door, your eyes fell on the same red dodge RAM he had in highschool, except now the truck was completely storm proofed. But you didn’t bother paying attention to the truck, your attention was on Tyler. His white cowboy hat matched his white t-shirt, his hand moved up to tip the hat down in a greeting and his smile was contagious.

“Okay, actually, I think my real question is, why is Tyler Owens in our driveway in a truck that looks like it belongs at a Monster Truck Rally?” You realized your sister was next to you and it broke your concentration. 

“You coming with us?” You were adjusting your stuff as you asked, breaking eye contact with him as you tucked your phone into your pocket. 

“No.” She answered quickly. “I’ll let you have your moment. Am I lying to mom and dad?” 

Wow, you really were 16 again. “No.” Your face twisted up, why would you need to lie to your parents, you were an adult. That’s when you heard the muffle sounds of the Luke Combs song, the guitar strums, although muffled, were enough to get your attention back on Tyler who was nodding his head to the beat. Suddenly, every bad thing you ever did with Tyler was running through your brain on loop. “On second thought, yes.” 

“God, for once I wish my life would present opportunities like this.” She mumbled under her breath as she wrapped her sweatshirt around her torso and ran up to the passenger window of Tyler’s truck. Shortly behind her you followed, hearing Tyler greet your sister and their quick conversation as she hung on the door through the open window, her feet on their tiptoes to reach. 

“Nora.” He greeted her. “How goes it.” 

“It goes.” She was looking around in his truck at all the modded technology. 

“You comin’ with us?” Tyler wasn’t asking in annoyance, he was asking because you knew he genuinely wouldn’t care if she tagged along, the invite was always there. 

“Nah, I’m running interference.” 

That earned you a look now from Tyler, he greeted you first before anything though, your name falling off his tongue with that extra drawl that managed to send chills down your spine. “Interference, huh?” 

“Every morally gray thing we’ve ever done flashed through my head and while I’m an adult, I think it’s better to fill my parents in on my whereabouts when I’m back.” 

Tyler chuckled with a nod. “What you plannin’ on tellin’ ‘em Nor?” His head fell back and his wrist rested on the steering wheel as he asked the question. 

“Could just say one of her girl friends took her to a party, maybe she went out to a last minute dinner with friends?” Your sister shrugged, it had been a while since she came up with a lie for you. 

“Dinner with friends. I think that’s a good one, not too far from the truth.” Tyler was teasing now and as much as you enjoyed the banter, you weren’t going to stand there all night. Squeezing past your sister so you could grab the door handle, she backed up and let you climb in, not stepping back too far though. “Tell you what, Nor, why don’t you just tell your parents, I took your sister storm chasin’.” He shrugged with his tongue playfully sticking out as he joked. 

“Be safe.” Your sister tapped the truck and started to head back inside. Suddenly, you didn’t feel 16 again, the butterflies of getting in your boyfriend's truck and the nerves of what was going to happen weren’t anywhere to be found. It was replaced with comfort and well, like the old feeling of being home. 

“Windows down?” Tyler asked as you hit the country roads after a few turns to get off your parent’s property. 

“Yea, windows down.” With your head out the window, the wind blew against your face. It was breezy but humid, you could see the clouds moving against the now pink sky as the sun continued to set. Even though home didn’t feel like home, this was as close to the feeling you had gotten in a while. Those Arkansas sunsets against the endless plains of land just brought you a feeling that felt like no other. 

“How are things?” His eyes were on the road as he asked. No teasing, no show, no banter. Just a genuine question. 

“I don’t know.” A genuine answer. 

He let the silence comfortably move in, the sounds of the road filling the space instead. 

“How about you?” It was a few minutes later when you asked him. 

“They’re alright.”

The road noise continued the conversation again. The wind howling became your voice and the thunder in the distance was Tyler’s as he continued to drive through the roads you both traveled on so much as kids. Music was still playing in the background, Tyler always had a knack for choosing the perfect driving playlists for each car ride you’d ever taken together, all based on the adventure and this was no different. 

“Why’d you come?” Your head was back in the car now, leaned against the headrest as you looked over at him. 

“Why wouldn’t I have?” Still one hand on the wheel, while the other was hanging out his door catching the wind. 

This conversation was going to be different from the one on the phone. The one on the phone was easy going, one that if you didn’t have the opportunity to see eachother it could’ve ended amicably and open to more down the road. This one was going to be facing all the things that couldn’t be said on the phone, only when you were sharing the same space. “We didn’t exactly leave things on the best terms.” Your head tilted slightly, like it was obvious why you were asking the original inquiry and he was still questioning it. 

“You didn’t exactly leave on the best terms.” He was correcting you but it was done so gently, giving you grace in some of your worst moments. 

“So you’re telling me you never held it against me? This entire time?” It was like you were begging to be punished for how you left things. 

“Never.” There wasn’t any doubt in his voice, and Tyler wasn’t the type of person to say anything he didn’t mean. 

“I don’t know how you do it.” WIth a deep breath you looked away from him and straight ahead on the road. 

“What’s that?” He asked, again the witty responses were long gone, this was the Tyler you fell in love with, not that the wild jokester wasn’t lovable either. That’s what pulled you in, but this, the real tender moments where sharing things without really actually saying them straight out was understood by him and when you did have it in you to really explain how you felt, things felt sacred. That’s what made you wonder if you ever truly fell out of love with the man driving. 

“Pretend like it never happened. I said awful things, Tyler. Awful things. And this whole time you’ve never held it against me? You’ve just–I don’t know what or how you do it.” 

Now he got what your question was. How could he be happy to pick up the phone to your call, how could he fall right back into rhythm with you, offer to pick you up, how could he not remember that last night you saw him. 

“We have so many great memories, one bad one isn’t going to just erase them all from my mind.” It was half an answer to your thoughts. “You were–” he stopped at that word, it felt weird referring to it in the past because if he was being honest, he still felt that way. “You are an important part of my life. We grew up together, you know.” There was another part answered. But you were waiting for that last bit. “I don’t pretend like it never happened. I could tell you exactly what you said, exactly what I felt when you said it, but it doesn’t change everything you said before, everything I felt before.” 

That should’ve been enough for you. That should have melted you, and if you were in a romance movie, maybe it would’ve. But you weren’t, and as much as you wished you could accept that and drop it you couldn’t. 

“I told you I couldn’t love you anymore.” You said it not to repeat the words, but to prove your point, and it broke you to even utter it out loud again. 

“You told me you couldn’t love anything anymore.” He corrected you again, his knuckles white as his grip tightened on the wheel and the loosened as the memory replayed in his head. “And when I asked you, ‘even me?’, you said ‘even you’.” 

The scene practically flashed in front of you like a slide projector. The rain, pouring down in your driveway, something that used to bring you so much joy, just added to the list of things ruined that day. Your tears mixed in with the drops of rain. Your black dress drenched, Tyler’s suit just as soaked. You were yelling, something you never did towards each other unless it was in a cheer of excitement. Granted, the rainfall was loud and your voices had to carry to be heard over it. As your eyes shut to get rid of the memory, you almost saw it clearer. The look on Tyler’s face when you said it. Like you had just gone inside his chest and ripped his heart out with your bare hands. 

“I–” You didn’t even know what to say, the guilt of it all eating at you at this moment. “I said awful things.” You repeated the same sentence as earlier, hoping that was enough to get across your sorrow, even though he didn’t need any of it, he knew even before you called. 

And so, he said what both of you were tiptoeing around. Not because he had to, you both knew why, you both knew the reason. But maybe talking about it or saying it outloud would do something about how you felt.

“You had just lost your brother.” 

And there it was. Grief had a funny way of popping up. Especially the first stages of it. And when your older brother died, from driving drunk on the freeway, two nights after your graduation, everything felt tainted with his memory. It was too much for you to deal with on top of dealing with mourning. You decided to leave home the night before the funeral. And to really add to the shittiness of the funeral day, you decided to solidify it as the worst day possible by also making it the day you broke up with the guy you were in love with, alongside of the day you buried your brother and the day you left home. 

“I lost everything.” Now it was your turn to correct him. Tyler wasn’t an asshole, he wasn’t going to say what you were thinking. How losing everything was on you, it could’ve just been one thing, one really awful thing but you had to go and make it worse. But that was just the thing. Tyler would never say that because he didn’t think it at all, you did. 

“I like this song.” You leaned forward to turn the speaker up. “What’s it called?” “Aimless.” 

You let out a snort. In your attempt to change the conversation, avoid the awkward and painful topic of this all, you managed to just end right back in the middle of it. “Kind of perfect.” 

“I figured you hadn’t found home yet, noticed you were kind of all over the map.” The kindness of this man. Despite knowing exactly what you meant, he still was giving you the grace to talk about travel, and while it still was dancing around the point of what you meant, it was giving you an out if you didn’t want to take the bait. And while you wanted to take it, to avoid this uncomfortable feeling, you didn’t. 

“Home has been hard to find since that day.” 

Tyler nodded in agreement, understanding why it would be. “S’why I don’t hold any of that against you.” 

And that’s when it really sunk in, Tyler got it. He had lost things too, knew how unpredictable the unravel of it all was. It didn’t make it right, it didn’t make it okay, but it made him see you. This entire time he saw you through the fog, while you were dead in the center of it, blind to it all. 

“Where we headed?” The lightness in your tone was more a product of feeling less heavy than when you arrived home versus wanting to change the topic.

“You’ll see, Storm girl.” His smile grew back on his face, the same lightness you felt was traveling over to his side of the truck, too, it seemed. He was shifting too, his left hand moved to the wheel while his right leaned on the center console. Your eyes fell down on it, staring at it as he mindlessly tapped to the beat of the next song playing, one he clearly listened to a lot to know the bass beats. That’s when you really took in where you were, back in Tyler’s life, and him back in yours. Without thinking you brought your hand to his and intertwined your fingers in his. He didn’t even flinch, or take a look down, he just opened his palm and welcomed you back in. No judgment, no pushback, no hesitation. And then, he squeezed it. Four times. Like a beating heart. The gesture you’d do when you were 16 and weren’t able to say anything. At parties, in the midst of the crowd, when you’d jump off those swimming hole cliffs, at dinner with your parents, and now, when the conversation felt itself hard to be had or maybe even just finished. 

It was then that you realized, he was driving up a mountain, the plains were fading in the rearview as he trekked up the trails. You knew exactly where he was taking you. Within minutes you were parking on an overlook ledge. The sky in its last stages of a sunset, the last chance to take a look at the cloud silhouettes, you could see the sunset on one side and the storm that was thundering on your way over on the other. It was your favorite spot to come and watch the storms brew years ago, sometimes the clouds would be low and dense enough to be gathered around the overlook. In fact some of them were currently, and you jumped out of the truck, looking up as the moisture was just an arms length away, moving towards the overlook where the view was a little clearer. Leaning forward against the rocks, you smiled and turned around to see you were alone in the dense cloud. In an instant your smile dropped until you heard Tyler’s voice. 

“I see you, I’m comin’.” 

He did see you. All along. When you were in the fog, he was always there. 

When he pushed through the moisture, he grabbed your hand, then brought it with his own over your head and then rested it across your torso, his body coming up behind you and intertwined in a hug as you looked at the storms. His head ducked down and pressed a kiss to your temple before standing straight up and pushing you back against him so you could feel his chest vibrate as he spoke the two words that allowed you to realize maybe it was time. 

“Welcome home.”

[themuffin2649]

Inside Out x SYVNH shorts

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1. Punishment

MC: “So anyways, I already brought 2 front row tickets to the concert of your favorite band, aren’t you excited to go this weekend?!”

Coworker: disgust “Oh, yeah, it’s gonna be sooo much fun.”

MC: “Why the sarcasm? I thought this was your favorite band. Aren’t you excited to go?”

Coworker: anger “Of course it’s my f*cking favorite? Why do you think I buy every album they release! I’ve been waiting for ages to go!!”

MC: “Umm… that’s why I booked those tickets? Are you ok?”

Coworker: fear “I… uhh… I’m sorry, I need to go!” Runs away

…

Coworker: “Seriously guys, Why did you chain down Joy? I need him right now!”

~~~~~

Joy!Newt: “mmmph, MMMMM!!!” He says while gaged and chained to the ‘circle of Joy’.

Anger!Leon: “HEY! You wanted to get rid of us with a lobotomy! This is your punishment! Reme, cry on the control panel.”

Sadness!Reme: “But this is so sad, I don’t want to torture him like this.”

~~~~~

Coworker: “Thank you! Finally! Somebody who’s sensible!”

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2. A New Emotion?

Coworker: “So, how’s the new coffee place?”

MC: “It’s alright, but their lattes are so much better than the last place.”

Coworker: “I know right! I wonder what they do to- BWACAAWK!!”

MC: “What was that?!”

~~~~~

Disgust!Vincent: “Uhh, did we just bock like a chicken on our date?!”

Fear!OG!MC: “Why did we do that! We’re going to get kicked out!!”

Joy!Newt: “What the?! Why is the console glowing white?”

Every other emotion denied it and backed off, assuming it was a visual glitch, only to find a chicken pecking at the console.

Emotions: “AAAHHHH!”

Joy!Newt: “A new emotion?”

Chicken: “BWAAAK!”

Joy!Newt: “Welcome to headquarters! What’s your name?”

Anger!Leon: “Oh hell no! We are NOT allowing this thing on the console.” He says, picking up the chicken.

Everybody turns their attention to a door swinging open!

Anxiety!Moria: “Hello everybody! I’m anxiety, and I’m so glad to finally be here!”

~~~~~

Coworker: OH GOD THERE’S MORE OF THEM!!!

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3. They helped?

Coworker: ugh, these stupid emotions have been such a pain. They’ve been nothing but trouble ever since they spawned. Always fighting and mishandling the control panel.

Boss: “Ahh! Newbie, we haven’t heard from you in a while. We’ve just discussed plans for our next project. Can you go over some details about it!”

Coworker: OH SH*T! I was too busy worrying about emotions that I wasn’t paying attention! “It’s.. uh… It’s about…”

~~~~~

Sadness!Reme: “I got it. The projects about improving the work environment my implementing new work opportunities for skill growth as well as making certain snacks free again to encourage more workers to eat in the lunch room.”

~~~~~

The Coworker repeats what Sadness just said as well as chip in his opinion about the plan. His other coworkers were satisfied with the response and the discussion continued.

Coworker: Wow, for once they actually helped me.

[choicespride]

Choices Pride 2024 Week 2 Masterlist

Alpha

Kalani Picrew - m!MC (Kalani Mochizuki) - @peonyblossom

A Very Scandalous Proposal

SpreadJoy #885 - Nigel Brookes - @storyofmychoices

Blades of Light and Shadow

Forever my tiny human 💛 - nb!elf!OC (Nyx Selenastra) x Aerin Valleros - @storyofmychoices

Happy Pride 🌈 from Daenarya & Maiele - f!human!MC (Daenarya); elf!MC (Maiele Nightbloom) - @lilyoffandoms

The Elementalists

MC Pride Hearts - MC (Apollo Solaris); Atlas Erndhart; OC (Lance Hartley) - @saibug1022

High School Story

Evie and Aiden Picrews - f!MC (Evie Ayana, HSS) x Aiden Zhou - @cadybear420

Jamie is ready for pride! - nb!MC (Jamie Baxter, HSS) - @peonyblossom

Ria and Maria Picrew - OC (Ria Morena) x Maria Flores - @lover-also-fighter-also

Picrew - MC (Cher Lee, HSS:CA) x Ajay Bhandari - @cadybear420

Picrew - MC (Jordan Price, HSS Prime) x Julian Castillo - @cadybear420

Picrew - m!MC (Alan Parke, HSS) x Emma Hawkins - @cadybear420

Picrew - f!MC (Evie Ayana, HSS) x Aiden Zhou - @cadybear420

Pride Heart Picrews - f!MC (Lola Williams, HSS Prime); nb!MC (Jamie Baxter, HSS) - @peonyblossom

It Lives Anthology

MC Pride Hearts - MC (Val, ILITW); MC (Leon, ILB); MCs (Athantis Twins, ILW) - @saibug1022

Picrew - m!MC (Devi, ILITW) - @gutsfics

Picrew - f!MC (Harper Addison Vance-Fisher, ILB) x Tom Sato - @cadybear420

Picrew - f!MC (Jo Hunter, ILITW) x Lucas Thomas - @cadybear420

SpreadJoy #886 - Lily Ortiz - @storyofmychoices

SpreadJoy #882 - Andy Kang - @storyofmychoices

Laws of Attraction

Bisharpe pride heart icons - MC x Marcus Sharpe - @saibug1022

Murder at Homecoming

SpreadJoy #884 - Stevie Sun - @storyofmychoices

Open Heart

Edits - nb!MC (Baxter Lucafont) - @gutsfics

Some Sydney Picrews - nb!MC (Sydney Valentine) - @peonyblossom

Red Carpet Diaries

SpreadJoy #883 - Seth Levine - @storyofmychoices

Untameable

y'all means all - m!MC (Jules Rojas, Untameable); m!MC (Barrett Kemp, Unbridled) - @peonyblossom

Crossovers

Picrews - MC (Jiahao, ID) x Cas Harlow; MC (Fiona Lightwood, LOA) x Gabe Ricci; MC (Rams Erndhart); MC (Sawtooth, Alpha) x Channing Lowe - @choicesmc

[choicesficwriterscreations]

CFWC FotW - August 20-26, 2023

Ⓜ️ = Adult/Mature Content 18+ 🔥 = Explicit Material/NSFW 18+ 📱= Text Fics/Edits 🎨= Includes Fanart

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Chosen by Light | Mal Volari x F!MC - @storyofmychoices

CRIMES OF PASSION

Crimes Drabble | Trystan Thorne x MC - @lilyoffandoms

Save it for Desert | m! Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @a-cloud-for-dreams 📱

Take Me Out | m! Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @jerzwriter 🎨

Tides of Change | f! Trystan Thorne x Juliana Grogescu, Sebastian Thorne x Juliana Grogescu - @coffeeheartaddict2 Ⓜ️

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Snow in Crimson, Starlight in Gold (Series) | m! Cas Harlow x m! Gabriel Adalhard x nb!MC - @aria-ashryver Chapter 35: Sink Your Teeth In, Part 2 Ⓜ️

IT LIVES WITHIN

Love by Any Other Name (1 / 4) | Amalia de Leon x F!MC - @professor-abeloved

OPEN HEART

RED CARPET DIARIES

That Boleyn Girl (Part 1/2) | Thomas Hunt x F!MC - @tveitertotwrites

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Baking Memories | Liam Rhys, Constantine Rhys - @kristinamae093

Black Silk (Series) | Liam Rhys x F!OC, Drake Walker x F!OC - @aussiegurl1234 Chapter 16: The Steer Ⓜ️

Can't Take My Eyes Off You (Series) | Bertrand Beaumont x Olivia Nevrakis - @alj4890 Chapter 3: Olivia's Ballroom

Mosquito | Maxwell Beaumont x MC - @chocopeppermintcake

The Royal Heir's Royal Romance | Drake Walker x MC, Royal Heir x OC - @whatisreggieshortfor

...Sometimes Not (Series) | Liam Rys x F!OC - @ao719 Part 8: Turn a Blind Eye

Through Hell & Back (Series) | Olivia Nevrakis x Anton Severus - @queenmiarys Part 1: First Impressions

Turning the Page (Series) | Liam Rys x F!MC - @tessa-liam Chapter 2: The Sacrifice Ⓜ️

[sentofight]

ooc. me replying? nah. i will make a ship thingie post for my muses wahahaha.

bold (prefers it) italics (can happen) cross (needs building but could happen)

This list will not be naming the ships i have but the name of characters in the muse's franchise (if i have interactions in other verses might add characters i see my muse clicking with in that verse.) Though i will add if the character named is taken or not.

Eight

cater

jack

kurasame

king

machina

ace

Machina

rem

deuce (taken by @/oursongofhealing)

ace

kurasame

qator

King

seven

nine

eight

Zack

aerith

cissnei

kunsel

tsung

tifa

Edea

Ringabell

Alternis

Tiz

Agnes

Einheria

Tiz

Agnes

Edea

Rokurou

Velvet

Eleanor

Eizen

Magilou

Senel

Chloe

Shirley

Jay

Norma

Balan

honestly he is probably one of the few muses i can't put a name just some ideas of who can be compatible with him.

intelligent

decisive

strong willed

willing to accept that he is not a romantic person and will see his job as important as you? and maybe more because he is pragmatic person

can compromise to some extent, but never that be conflicting with the person or their interest

Victor

Lara Mel Marta

Fractured Milla

Jude Mathis

L.indow

Sakuya

Tressa

Leon

Cyrus

Therion

Ali

Lucina

Laurent

Gerome

Owain

Severa

Inigo

Kjelle

Brady

Gaius

Cordelia

Maribelle

Sully

Chrom

Olivia

Tharja

Lissa

Avatar/ Robin m/f

Panne

Lon'qu

Sully

Lissa

Cordelia

Avatar f/m

Panne

Olivia

Say'ri

Lissa

Lon'qu

Gaius

Vaike

Stahl

Maribelle

Avatar f/m

ricken

Lyndis

Mark ( taken by @/rcdhotnight)

Hector

Kent

Rath

Matthew

Shutaro

someone kind and understanding of his 'vampire dilemma'

idk what else to write he is not that demanding he is a sweet child sobs

A.kihiko

Mitsuru

MC f/m

Fuuka

ryoji

shinji (im putting him despite not being one of my favs for personal reasons but i cant ignore that he is part of aki's life and ngl i like the trio mitsu x aki x shinji but haha we dont talk about that cuz some d.umblr ding dong people are fossils with ideas)

Kaname

Hitomi

Boss

Raquel

Arnaud

Forte

MC

Margaret

Aldo

Amy

Guildna

probably more but thinking

Kula

K'

Edward

Winry

Xiaoshi

Lu Guang

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OCs

Einar

Can't think of someone compatible with his in the TYPE0 world, but Emina can and might ruffle his feathers a little bit. idk.

ngl Aki Minahara could have a chance if she is a little bit older dlfkjsdkfs

anyway he looks for someone serious about the relationship.

he wants a family not just one night stand but he is afraid of making said family because of the crystal and dying and getting people's memories wiped clean.

basically, he does not want to be forgotten ...

uuh he can cook so he is not expecting the whole 'gender role thing'. as long as you are good in the things you like to do, then sure fine. tbh he prefers to cook. he is not big on eating other people's food. though he wont stop you from cooking. surprise him.

cats. tbh it is not something he can give up on for a partner???? because for him feeding and looking after the stray cats is an important part of his life. silly as it sounds but he takes it seriously.

he can compromise a little bit with the cat thing but don't expect him to stop going out to feed them.

Roland

laugh tracks but sure. I feel like Severa would be fun to see her bicker with him. they can judge their parents together lol

Thomas

Kjelle

Severa

Maria

Brady

Inigo

Gerome

Chloe

---she's younger than the 2nd generation.

Amina

---she's old than most of the cast.

someone who can understand her past is not something she is proud of and wants to change

Feiruz

HAPPINESS.

SELF ESTEEME

SELF CARE

LOVING SELF

DETERMINATION

ACCEPTING

Ren

Licca (big crush she's older than him but he does not understand)

Sohrab

in lore

---TBA

in awakening verse

Lissa

Cordelia

Stahl

Gaius

Frederick

Avatar f/m

Jokull

in lore

--tba

[xxsycamore]

🧡 𝗗𝗜𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘, 𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 2 - MASTERLIST

Here you can find all the works created for this challenge hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady and me! (Link to the challenge)

I'll be updating this masterlist gradually as the challenge progresses! (If you've created a work in the duration of this challenge and before the deadline - July 15th - and you can't find it here, don't hesitate to let me know!)

legend: 💝 - fluff; 🔞 - smut; 💔 - angst; 🎨 - art

█ DAY 1, June 19th - Bodyguard AU | Mafia AU

Ikemen Vampire

🎨 Mafia AU - Theo & OC - @krys-loves-otome

💔 Worth Protecting - Napoleon x OC - @fang-and-feather

Quello che vuoi, lo ottieni - Napoleon x Wellington - @xxsycamore

🎨 Mafia AU - Dazai - @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Prince

💝🔞💔 Captive Heart - Silvio x f!Reader - @nightghoul381

💔 Overture - Nokto x Adam (OC) (cw: near-death experience; poison) -@naresnani

Ikemen Sengoku

💝 Miss Fortune - Mitsuhide x MC (cw: gun mention, blood mention) - @lorei-writes

█ DAY 2, June 20th - Angels and Demons AU | Pirate/Mermaid AU

Ikemen Revolution

🎨 Angels and Demons AU (cw:blood) - Harr x OC - @krys-loves-otome

🎨 Angels and Demons AU - Seth - @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Vampire

💔💝 Back to You - Mozart x Mermaid OC - @fang-and-feather

💔 Between Good & Evil - Shakespeare x Theo - @xxsycamore

💔 Treasure - Jean x Napoleon - @xxsycamore

Ikemen Prince

Different; Similiar - Chevalier & Gilbert - @lorei-writes

█ DAY 3, June 21st - Social Media AU |Coffee/Flower shop AU

Ikemen Vampire

💝 Hope - Isaac x Reader - @fang-and-feather

Ikemen Revolution

🎨 Flower Shop AU - Sirius x Lancelot - @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Sengoku

🎨 Coffee/Flower Shop AU - Kennyo x OC - @krys-loves-otome

Ikemen Prince

🎨 Flower Shop AU - Leon - @nightghoul381

█ DAY 4, June 22nd - Celebrity AU | Bookstore AU

Ikemen Vampire

💔💝 Now and Forever (+ Soulmates AU) - Leonardo x f!Reader - @violettduchess

The Doors that Connect & Divide - Entrance: Arthur (cw:blood) (+ Magic AU) - Arthur x Reader - @lorei-writes

Ikemen Sengoku

🎨 Bookstore AU - Mitsunari x OC - @krys-loves-otome

Ikemen Villains

Celebrity AU - Elbert x Kate - @atelier-the-atelier

Ikemen Revolution

🎨 Bookstore AU - Seth & Nodisha - @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Prince

🔞 The Silvio Cinematic Universe - Silvio - @atelier-the-atelier

🔞 Bad Romance - Gilbert - @aquagirl1978

💝 Love on Set - Yves x Reader - @fang-and-feather

█ DAY 5, June 23rd - Forbidden love AU | Soulmates AU

Ikemen Prince

🎨 Soulmates AU - Nokto x OC - @krys-loves-otome

💔 However, he is... Leon - Leon x MC (cw: implied mutilation) - @lorei-writes

Ikemen Vampire

💝 Bonds of Fate, Bonds of Love - Jean x OC - @fang-and-feather

💝 Soulmates AU (+ Bookstore AU + Coffee Shop AU) - Comte x f!reader - @violettduchess

Ikemen Revolution

🎨 Forbidden Love AU - Seth x Zero - @badass-at-fandoming

█ DAY 6, June 24th - Office AU | Circus/Magic AU

Ikemen Prince

💝 Illusion of Grandeur [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] - Clavis x Reader - @claviscollections

Ikemen Vampire

Wings of Freedom - Napoleon x Genderbent!MC - @xxsycamore

💔 Fake Promises, True Dreams (+ Arranged Marriage AU) - Leonardo x MC - @fang-and-feather

🎨 Magic AU - Vincent x OC - @krys-loves-otome

Ikemen Revolution

Office AU - Seth & Edgar - @badass-at-fandoming

█ DAY 7, June 25th - FREE DAY ( an AU of your choice!)

Ikemen Prince

💔 Memories That Lived - Chevalier x Reader - @princesspraya

💔 Teenage Love - Silvio x OC - @ikemen-writer

Negotiation - Gilbert x f!Reader - @violettduchess

💝 It Was You - Chevalier x Reader - @aquagirl1978

Into the -BertVerse - Gilbert (x Reader?) - @lorei-writes

Ikemen Revolution

🎨 Kagema AU - Seth x Sirius - @badass-at-fandoming

Obey me!!

🎨 Free Day - Lucifer x MC - @krys-loves-otome

[voltage-vixen]

‘Tis the Season for Love Content Creation Challenge Masterlist

Here’s the Masterlist from @xxsycamore’s and mine ‘Tis the Season for Smut Challenge! The featured content includes an assortment of creations, and includes works from the following fandoms:

Cybird    >Ikemen Prince    >Ikemen Vampire    >Ikemen Sengoku    >Ikemen Revolution Genius    >My Secret Spy Lovers Genshin Impact Mystic Messenger Obey Me Twisted Wonderland Voltage    >Ayakashi Romance Reborn    >Court of Darkness    >Destind: Mr. Almost Right    >Kings of Paradise    >Oops! I Said Yes?!    >Star-Crossed Myth

 A 🎨 next to a creation indicates it is artwork.

*Please be advised that some of the content created for this challenge contains NSFW content and to respect the creator’s warnings and labels while also reading at your own risk.

The Fluff Prompts

Starting with preparations way too early

Cybird

Ikemen Vampire

One More Christmas With You: Comte de Saint Germain x MC  @xxsycamore

Voltage

Star-Crossed Myth

Recovering My Star’s Shine: Zyglavis x OC  @fang-and-feather

Sipping hot chocolate and then stealing a kiss

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Right Here: Clavis Lelouch x f!Reader  @scorchieart

Sipping Hot Chocolate and then Stealing a Kiss: Leon Dompteur x Reader  @violettduchess

Sipping Hot Cholate and Stealing a Kiss: Luke Randolph x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Ikemen Revolution

Sipping Hot Cholate and Stealing a Kiss: Harr Silver x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Ikemen Senogku

Sipping Hot Cholate and Stealing a Kiss: Kennyo x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Ikemen Vampire

Sipping Hot Cholate and Stealing a Kiss: Jean d’Arc x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Voltage

Ayakashi Romance Reborn

Like You as You Are:  Shizuki x MC  @lost-khione

Sweet Drink: Koga x MC  @lost-khione

Oops! I Said Yes?!

Cocoa Kisses: Shu Hasunuma x f!MC  @voltage-vixen

“Okay, maybe I DO need help putting the star on top of the tree.”

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

A Little Bit Short: Yves Kloss x Reader  @myonlyjknight

Make Me Reach for the Stars: Yves Kloss x MC  @xxsycamore

My Shining Star: Gilbert Von Obsidian x Reader  @aquagirl1978

“Okay, maybe I DO need help putting the star on top of the tree.”: Chevalier Michel x Reader  @violettduchess

“This gingerbread house just WON’T stay up!”

Cybrid

Ikemen Prince

A Chaotic Christmas: All princes, Emma, and OC in a platonic grouping  @myonlyjknight

A Sweet Moment: Yves Kloss x OC  @fang-and-feather

Ikemen Revolution

“This gingerbread house just WON’T stay up!”: Harr, Loki, and OC in a platonic grouping  🎨    @krys-loves-otome

Sharing a scarf

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Scarf Sharing: Leon Dompteur x Reader @violettduchess

The Scarf: Licht Klein x Reader  @myonlyjknight

Warmth: Gilbert Von Obsidian x OC  @gilbertvonobsidian

Ikemen Sengoku

A Warm Winter Day: Kicho x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Sharing a Scarf: Kennyo x OC 🎨   @krys-loves-otome

Ikemen Vampire

Attention On Me!: Napoleon Bonaparte x MC  @xxsycamore

Mystic Messenger

Snuggles in the Snowfall: Jumin Han x f!MC  @voltage-vixen

“I said that I’d teach you how to ice skate, I didn’t say that I know how to ice skate.”

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Ice Skating: Clavis Lelouch x Reader  @violettduchess

Voltage

Kings of Paradise

“I said that I’d teach you how to ice skate, I didn’t say that I know how to ice skate.”: Yosuke Sagara x OC 🎨  @cupidocherie

Forced to wear an ugly Christmas sweater

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

An Uncanny Resemblance:  Silvio Ricci x MC/Emma  @midwinterrmemento

The Ugly Sweater Party: Silvio Ricci x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Ikemen Vampire

Our Ugly Getalong Christmas Sweater Party: All residents of Comte’s mansion in a platonic pairing  @xxsycamore

Being the MC/LI’s fake date for a Christmas party/ball

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Fake Date: Nokto Klein x OC 🎨  @krys-loves-otome

Mine For a Christmas Night: Jin Grandet x Reader  @xxsycamore

What a Difference a Year Makes - Chevalier Michel x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Genius

My Secret Spy Lovers

My Rescuer: Masamune Araki x Reader  @ikemen-prince-writers-posts

Voltage

Ayakashi Romance Reborn

Dancing Between Emotions: Toichiro/OC   @fang-and-feather

Surprising their partner in the morning with a new pet underneath the Christmas tree

Cybird

Ikemen Vampire

Birds Of A Feather: Dazai Osamu x MC   @xxsycamore

Voltage

Court of Darkness

Puppy Love: Toa Qelsum x MC   @chirp-a-chirp

Destind: Mr. Almost Right

The Gift of Family: Rei Rindoh x f!MC  @voltage-vixen

“Those clichéd traditions are exciting for me, now that I have you.”

Obey Me

It’s A Wonderful Life: Diavolo x gn!MC  @chirp-a-chirp

Twisted Wonderland

Traditions: Malleus Draconia x Reader  @ikemen-prince-writers-posts

Voltage

Ayakashi Romance Reborn

First Shrine Visit: Gaku x Futaba  @lost-khione

The Smut Prompts

Warming up together after a snowball fight

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Warming Up Together After A Snowball Fight: Chevalier Michel x MC @ludivineikewolf

Genshin Impact

The Winnings of War: Childe x f!Traveler  @voltage-vixen

Wearing nothing but a ribbon around the neck

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

A Kitten for Christmas: Sariel Noir x Reader @norel-ravenclaw

Ikemen Vampire

I’m Yours Tonight: Arthur Conan Doyle x OC  @fang-and-feather

Fun under the blanket

Cybird

Ikemen Revolution

Fun Under the Blanket: Fenrir Godspeed x MC  @ludivineikewolf

Ikemen Vampire

Another New Year: Napoleon Bonaparte x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Bodies roasting by the open fire

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Bodies Roasting By An Open Fire: Clavis Lelouch x MC  @ludivineikewolf

Ikemen Sengoku

Warlord Roasting By An Open Fire: Nobunaga Oda x f!MC  @voltage-vixen

“A kiss under the mistletoe doesn’t have to be where we stop.”

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Don’t Stop: Jin Grandet x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Insatiable Cravings: Silvio Ricci x Reader  @ikemen-prince-writers-posts

Ikemen Revolution

Mistletoe Not Require: Zero x f!Reader  @chaosangel767

Voltage

Court of Darkness

Nothing Else to Compare: Roy Invidia x MC  @chirp-a-chirp

Star-Crossed Myth

Sweet Heat: Zyglavis x OC   @fang-and-feather

“I’ve decided I don’t want to be on the nice list this Christmas.”

Cybird

Ikemen Revolution

Dalim, Baby: Dalim Tweedle x f!Alice  @voltage-vixen

Ikemen Vampire

The Gift of Your Touch: Issac Newton x OC  @fang-and-feather

“Actually, there is one more thing on my wish list.”

Cybird

Ikemen Vampire

A Joyful Wish: Charles-Henri Sanson x Reader  @aquagirl1978

“Actually, there is one more thing on my wish list.”: Vincent va Goh x OC 🎨  @krys-loves-otome

Obey Me

A Wish Come True: Diavolo x f!MC  @voltage-vixen

“Those clichéd traditions are exciting for me, now that I have you.”

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Yours For A New Year’s Morning: Jin Grandet x Reader   @xxsycamore

[professor-abeloved]

Love By Any Other Name [Amalia x F!MC] Part 1/4

Fandom: It Lives Within (visual novel) @itlivesproject 💜

Summary:

Amalia de Leon has won countless battles; whether it be through the exchange of words or through the exchange of blows, she’s never one to admit defeat easily… Until the faces the most lethal opponent of all: Writer’s Block. With her best friend, Amor Rodriguez by her side, will Amalia triumph and finally publish her Kenna/Sei fanfic before the end of the F/F Jam? Or will Writer’s Block get the best of our favorite fanfic writer? Or: The 3 times Amalia got inspired by Amor, and the 1 time Amor was inspired by her.

Characters | Ships: Amalia de Leon/Main Character (Amor Rodriguez); Minor Kenna Rys/Sei Rhuka

Notes:

- amor rodriguez [she/her] (used to call her amor powers on my blog, but then i decided to get serious HAHA) is my aggressive liamancer who, yes, is inspired by sei <3 she's trans, demi + sapphic <3 - as usual, dedicated to my beloved kristi-kins, my irl beta reader and best friends to lovers <3

—

“Kenna, I’d like you to meet Sei Rhuka.”

Dark eyes widen when they land upon a woman with a fierce glare…

Nope. Delete, delete. Maybe stare?

…with a fiery stare that burns right through Kenna. Red stripes—

Ugh, really, Lia? Stripes? Think, you didn’t study the thesaurus for nothing!

The red paint on her face rivaling the red tinting Kenna’s cheeks. She holds out a hand, which the other woman takes with a surprisingly tender touch. Warmth blossoms in Kenna’s chest. She can’t tear her eyes away from Sei, and in doing so, misses the smirk on Dom’s faceeeeaojdsssssvk

“Ugh. This is so bad. How am I ever gonna finish this?”

Keep reading

[peonyblossom]

Who all have you romanced in ILITW, ILB, and ILW? I’ve romanced everyone in ILITW and everyone aside from Parker in ILB. I’ve only done Amelia’s route it ILW but I’ll probs do Lincoln next time I play? It’s just interesting to me to see who everyone romances and pairs up across their playthroughs

oooh i love this question thank you!! i actually have like a whole log in my notes app LMAO so

World 1:

ILITW: Harry Spear (m!mc) x Andy Kang (ILITW); Harry Spear (m!mc) x Noah Marshall (ILW) (ghost!Harry) (might probably replay this one with ghosh!Noah as well)

ILB: Isaak Vance (m!mc) -- (no LI)

ILW: Ollie Bridgers (nb!mc) x Abel Flint (Blood ending)

World 2:

ILITW: Raven Adams (f!mc) x Ava Cunningham (ghost!Raven)

ILB: Fiona Vance (f!mc) x Imogen Wescott

ILW: Keagan Burke (nb!mc) x Lincoln Aquino (Mixed ending)

World 3: (current)

ILITW: Jesse Harrison (m!mc) x Connor Green (ghost!Noah)

ILB: River Vance (m!mc) x Tom Sato

ILW: Lottie Hamilton (nb!mc) x Amalia de Leon (probably gonna be Blood ending)

...

Next, I'm going to romance Stacy in ILITW, Danni in ILB, and Joss in ILW (just haven't decided if it's going to be slowburn or fwb). After that, I'm going to romance Lucas in ILITW, ??? in ILB (haven't decided yet, but I know that it will not be Parker), and whichever Joss route I haven't done yet. I also did a playthrough where I romanced Matthias and I used my ILITW and ILB MCs from World 1. I decided to make my Matthias-romancing MC an OC in my world where MC romances Joss with the slowburn route. The MC and OC are twins in that universe and that MC is going to have a Shadow ending.

[cadybear420]

💓💓💓

[iamverycrappyatwriting]

A Final Rest

A mage reborn fic

Leon x F!MC Dephria

Not fully canon compliant

Mild NSFW 16+ but minors DNI

Tw some body horror, grief

Leon wasn't sure how long he'd been lying in this meadow, warm and sleepy as a gentle breeze stirred the long grass and wild flowers cushioning him. His bleary eyes made the meadow almost sparkle in the afternoon sun, giving the day an etheral quality. He didn't remember the last time he had been allowed a day off of respite like this. Not since... His memories blurred as he tried to pull them forward. It had been a long time, anyway. Since there was a time when he didn't even need to bring a sword with him, or wear armour.

He shrugged off his shirt, leaving himself with a bare chest as he lay back once again, crossing his arms behind his head as he closed his eyes and settled in to bask in the sunshine. This is exactly what he needed after everything that had happened lately.

He almost jumped when he felt the small, cool hand touch the hot skin of his stomach and run up to his chest, forgetting - or unaware? - he hadn't been alone. But as soon as he felt the familiar soft skin exploring his, he relaxed. Of course he wasn't alone. Why wouldn't Dephria be there to relax with him? There's no one he'd want there more, nor anyone else who deserved a break as much as she did. He opened his eyes to stare into her shining violet eyes as he felt her settling her body in next to his, her head nestling into his shoulder, her soft, long auburn hair spilling out around them. She flushed in response to him staring into her.

"Sorry," she murmured, clearly embarrassed to have disturbed him.

"Don't be sorry." He grinned as his heart swelled at the sight of the mage, her cheeks tinged pink as she looked down away from him. She looked so small and cute to him in that moment and he wrapped his arms tightly around her to pull her on top of him. She let out an indignant squawk as he did so but it made him grin even wider. God, he had missed her.

"Leon!" she scolded, as he pressed her into his chest, pressing his face into her head and inhaled deeply. And enjoyed her warmth, her softness, her smell - she always smelled of petrichor with a hint of jasmine. By Jove, he had missed that smell so much. Nothing else compared. He pressed his lips onto the top of her head, caressed gently by her silky soft hair.

At the feeling of his lips on the top of her head she looked up at him from his chest and grinned - that damn crooked grin - and she pulled herself up on her elbows and leaned in and kissed his lips. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, still when they kissed. Still. Her lips were soft and she tasted sweet every time. He would never tire of these lips, it felt like a release to all his worries, all his stress. It felt like home. What had been clearly intended as a relatively chaste kiss turned into something heavy as he deepened the kiss himself. He had missed this so much. Where had she been?

Dephria leaned heavily into the kiss after Leon had chased her lips down to deepen it, her hands reaching into his hair as she straddled his waist as best she could with her bad leg, her tongue touching his lip begging for entry. With a gasp he let her in, his hands falling to her hips, squeezing her curves - Jove, was she soft - and pushing and pulling her to create friction as she moaned into his mouth, their tongues and lips dancing together, passionately, frantically like they might run out of time. He burned all over, he could never have enough of this, of her. He needed more, wanted more.

Sensing his craving, or perhaps equally as excited, Dephria pulled her lips away from his and kissed first his cheek, then his jaw, nibbling his earlobe, kissing down his neck, savouring the sensitive skin there. Leon found himself shivering despite the warmth of the day. When she reached his chest Dephria looked up at him with those tantalizing purple eyes of hers making a sultry expression as she stuck her pink tongue down, running it along the divet between the muscles in his stomach down towards his navel.

"Jove be damned, Dephria!" He huffed as she smirked into his skin and kissed his hips. He couldn't handle much more teasing. He wanted to touch her all over, sink his fingers into her voluptuous curves and make her moan and shiver, to undo her as she was undoing him.

She looked up at his again from her spot on his hip and smiled again.

"Remember our first night together?" She asked laying her head down on his lip looking up at him, a mischievous grin on her face. Where was she going with this? He squirmed impatiently, wanting to adjust himself for comfort. But he found when he tried to bring the memory to the forefront of his mind it was blurry, constantly flitting away from his grasp. It distracted him momentarily as he quieted himself to try and catch it, but it evaded his grasp continuously and that was a strange feeling.

As though she could not notice his change in demeanor, Dephria carried on, her mischievous look taking on an icy edge.

"The night I gave you my innocence, and my heart," she continued, her tone flirty, a grin on her face but a steely look in her eyes like she was setting a trap. Leon was beginning to feel less excited and more, nervous. Since when was there clouds in the sky? When did the day turn grey?

Dephria adjusted herself to be looking more directly at Leon, still running her hands over his skin but he was not excited anymore, more apprehensive. The breeze turned cool as goosebumps appeared on his skin, a heavy feeling settling over as if lightening were about to strike.

"I..." He began, he wanted to say yes. He knew they had made love when they finally admitted their feelings for each other, he knew they felt it was now or never, that it was life or death and they wanted to be together at least once if they were to die but he couldn't remember the act. He couldn't remember the where, the when. It was an empty feeling he was chasing trying desperately to grasp and the harder it was to remember the more everything felt wrong. He couldn't bring himself to lie, or admit something was wrong even as the grass he lay on felt rough, dry and stabbed his now cold skin when previously it had felt soft and comforting.

Dephria's smile took a sinister quality.

"I asked for you to wait for me, I asked for you to trust me," her voice was no longer her soft lilt, but harsh and rough, accusing. "But you didn't trust me in the end, did you, your Highness?"

Leon flinched away from the title. Leon, he was Leon. She knew that, she didn't call him that. She knew how much it bothered him to hear her call him that. When it was just them it was just Leon and Dephria. Just two regular people. In love. Not King, not prince, not royal mage, not loyal retainer. Just them. No title, no expectations. Why was she calling him that?

Thunder rumbled somewhere in the sky, drawing Leon's gaze as fat rain drops began to fall, cold and icy. It was sunny, it was warm, where did this weather come from? His eyes fell to the meadow where not only had the grass turned brown and dried up but also the wild flowers were gone, replaced with thorns and stinging nettles. What was going on? What foul magic was afoot?

"Leon!" Dephria snapped loudly drawing Leon's attention back to her as she knelt over him now. "I gave you my innocence! I gave you my heart! My everything and you BURNED ME!" Cold terror filled Leon as he looked at Dephria, her voice hoarse and rasping as her hair singed to nothing before him, dark smoke stains appearing on her skin, turning into blisters, bubbling all over her skin as flames with no source licked her. Heat rolled off her in waves making him sweat, drying out his mouth and lips despite the cold wind and the rain, which had whipped up into a frenzy as she screamed.

She was burning, he realised with horror.

He remembered now, he remembered everything. Skin sloughed off her body, pink muscle glistening underneath as the acrid smell of burnt hair and flesh assaulted his nostrils. She glared in fury at him as her lips burned away revealing her teeth as she gnashed at him.

"I did EVERYTHING for you and you BURNED ME!" Leon felt a tight nausea in his stomach as he stared up at her, frozen and speechless at the accusation.

Her beauty fell away, her muscle peeling back to reveal bone, her violet eyes the only thing remaining as she accused him, her voice dry but booming and full of hatred. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't even reply as he just stared in horror and her bones blacked before her eyes, and still she screamed with no vocal cords left.

"I gave you everything, I loved you and you KILLED ME," she accused. "You didn't even respect what was left of me, you threw me away in an unmarked grave to forget me, so no one could mourn me."

He did, he had. The woman he loved. He hadn't let his loved ones change his mind about her, hadn't let them save her. She had told him she used him to kill the saintess and he had believed her when everything he knew about her would've led him to believe her incapable of such an act. She gave of herself again and again for his causes, burning herself out over and over again for him. She gave him everything, mind body and spirit and he took and took and in the end he killed her. He watched her burn at the pyre.

Her bones slowly began to turn to ash, crumbling away to blackened dust, but even as her bones charred and fell away her eyes remained, accusing, hating.

"You killed me!" She shrieked again with no form to scream from. Lightning cracked as the wind whipped around his hair, throwing her ashes into his eyes, rain stinging against his bare skin. It felt like a pressure building endless as lightning cracked in the sky, a storm in full swing now.

"I did, I'm so sorry," he wailed, his own chest alight, the wind stealing his words away.

"You took my innocence and killed me with it!" She shrieked as all that was left of her, her violet eyes swooped towards him. Leon flinched, raising his hand to protect his eyes, embracing for impact.

He awoke with a jolt, half falling out of his bed, trying to jump to attention, holding out an invisible sword, tangled in sheets, his heart beating hard and his breathing harder.

He was no longer in that accursed meadows, but rather in his own royal bedroom, alone.

The nausea left from his dream was too much and he grabbed his bedpan to wretch the contents of his stomach up into it.

After vomiting he sank to the floor still tangled in sheets as he tried to calm his breathing.

It was just a dream, just a dream. But his attempts to calm his breathing failed as his breath hiccuped and turned into sobs, slow at first but the more he tried to repress them, to calm them down the more they choked him until his body was wracked with sobs as his heart reminded him it was an open wound.

[omkookie]

•⟨WARNING⟩• 16+ Angst, F!MC Blood, Assassination attempts, All that. Not proofread 🌚⟨Headcanon⟩

•••🄹🄸🄽•••

Everything happened so fast. one moment, you're standing next to him on the balcony during a ball hosted to celebrate your engagement to him, and the other there's blood everywhere.

Jin's heart pounds heavily. he can feel his hands trembling as he looks down to check where you're wounded. While he applies pressure to your biggest wound, Jin feels more panicked as your blood covers his hands.

In the end, all that he can do is leave you in the hands of the palace physicians

As the first prince of Rhodolite, Jin was known to be very easy-going and relaxed, but now that someone has messed with you they're going to see a whole new side of him.

Gone is the ever so calm and relaxed first prince, instead, he's been replaced by a bloodthirsty monster brutal enough to send shivers down the culprit who hurt you's spine with a single glare. No amount of begging nor pleading is about to save the man from what Jin is about to do to him, Not even Sariel dares to question.

After he's finished with the man, Jin will be right by your side, taking out his anger had helped him temporarily, but now he feels both numbness and despair over you. What was he supposed to do while your complexion got paler and paler as the hours slowly passed? Now that he's been left all alone to hold your limp hand, tonight's events haunt him.

Jin is too anxious to leave you for even a moment. he's afraid that tonight you may take your last breath and he will lose you...

•••🄻🄴🄾🄽•••

Leon should have known better than to bring you to the battlefield. Honestly... what was he thinking?

Leon sees an enemy soldier creep behind you while you're helping bandage one of Rhodolite's soldiers from the corner of his eye. He feels like his heart stops beating. Licht reacted fast since he was the closest to you and cut the man down before he hurried to your aid... already too late to save you.

Leon feels cold. Nothing but you matters right now, He cuts down anyone in his way, resembling Chevalier, "The brutal beast" more than himself. But Leon doesn't care. He can't risk losing you... While he knows he cannot abandon his troops, he desperately needs to check if you will be alright.

Leon knows he must remain here- on the battlefield no matter what, so as much as it pains him to not be there for you when you need him most, he will remain here. In the end, Rhodolite successfully deals with Obsidian's act of aggression, and Leon hurries to see you.

Your face looks pale, your body is lying limply, and the only sign of you being alive is the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe. Leon feels crushed, and the physician informs him that your time is limited and that whether you live or die now depends on fate and fate alone.

if only he hadn't agreed to your insistence to come here, then you would have been fine. You would have smiled at him right now. you would have hugged him. As you lay there, Leon's mind is all over the place as his guilt eats him up, the only thing he begs and wishes for right now is that you live. please don't leave him.

You're his woman... His lover, so what point would there be to a life without you?

•••🅈🅅🄴🅂•••

Assassination attempts were nothing new, but getting this close to murdering Yves was. and you took the blow for him... Yves blames himself for everything, for you being deadly injured, himself for not seeing that he'd walked right into a trap and led you straight into it with him.

Tears begin to fill Yves` eyes as he cradles your weakening body

All he can do now as your life slowly fades away is pray you make it back into Rhodolite.

Yves feels an overtaking sense of fear when he realizes just how pale your face has become. Would the physician have an antidote for the poison?, was it even a poison native to Rhodolite? or was it a poison native to Obsidian? What if it was already too late for an antidote?... what will happen to you? Yves overthinks every worst-case scenario that comes to mind.

It's when the two of you arrive at the palace and Nokto greets him that Yves learns just how much of a mess he's become.

The feeling of dread he had this whole time becomes unbearable when he is told that the poison cannot be identified by the physician. Everything is too much, and Yves finally breaks down from the stress.

All that Nokto can do as he's trying to hold his brother together brother right now is call for Clavis and hope that he would be able to help save both you and his brother. If you don't make it alive then Yves probably wouldn't either.

•••🄻🄸🄲🄷🅃•••

Licht feels terrible. He swore an oath to himself to protect what matters to him most, and yet... he failed to protect you, and you are the most important person to him.

 Licht feels scared as he holds you and he sees the blood seep from underneath his hand. 

 He can feel himself trembling as you look up at him, Licht tries to soothe you while you wait for the physician to arrive, but, in reality, he's trying to comfort himself. 

 Minutes feel like hours and he can feel the tears running down his cheek as his vision blurs. 

 How could this happen? Licht feels angrier and angrier with himself for not defending you on time... 

 terror slowly overtakes him as you take in a sharp breath and close your eyes, telling him not to worry and trying to comfort him at a time like this. 

 How could you worry about him while you're in so much pain...?

 His heart beats heavily as he roughly wipes his tears away with his arm. 

 When the physician finally does arrive Licht does not want to leave your side, even as his twin tries to convince him to. It would be better if Licht wasn't there and nervously pacing.

 In the end, Nokto comes up with a brilliant idea on how to get Licht to leave you in the hands of the palace physician, Revenge.

 an idea oh-so appealing for the 6th prince.

Licht's crimson eyes glimmer dangerously as vengeance clouds his mind. his body moves on its own and before he knows it, he's left you alone and tracking down your assaulters, Licht's cruelty has no match when he finds them, and when he returns the palace's maids are all shaken up by the sight of the 6th prince covered in blood, blood still drips from Licht's sword when he comes into your room to check on you.

His bloodied hand holds your own as he presses a kiss to your knuckles and looks at your peaceful sleeping face.

⟨♡⟩⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆E n d⋆⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⟨♡⟩

[aquagirl1978]

It took me a while, but here is the masterlist for the Ikemen Prince Gift Exchange. Thank you to everyone who participated - I will be reblogging all of your stories and art over the next few days.

Beach Date | Clavis Lelouch x MC | by @alixennial for @callmeevaig

Moonlit Waves | Leon Dompteur x Reader | by @aminiatureworld for @violettduchess

Gestalt | Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader | bonus story by @atelieredux

Sunset Drinks | Gilbert von Obsidian | by @aquagirl1978 for @alixennial

Simpleton | Chevalier Michel x Reader | by @aquagirl1978 for @tiny-wooden-robot

A Prankless Week? | Clavis Lelouch x Reader | by @chaosangel767 for @toloveawarlord

Sweeter than Sugar | Yves Kloss x Reader | by @ikehoe for @bubheart

The Morning After | Jin Grandet x Reader | by @ikemen-prince-writers-posts for @xxsycamore

Royal Affair | Gilbert von Obsidian x OC (Ihana) | by @queengiuliettafirstlady for @ikemen-prince-writers-posts

A Midsummer's Night Scream | Chevalier Michel x F!Reader | by @scorchieart for @ikehoe

The Perfect Getaway | Jin Grandet x Reader | by @tiny-wooden-robot for @annebrontesrequiem (@aminiatureworld)

Of Roses and Stars | Chevalier Michel x F!Reader | by @thewitchofbooks for @chaosangel767

Summer Treat | Yves Kloss x fem!Reader | by @toloveawarlord for @bespectacledbun

Summer | Leon Dompteur | by @violettduchess for @scorchieart

Milk and Honey | Luke Randolph x f!OC (Julie) | by @xxsycamore for @queengiuliettafirstlady

[ikehoe]

Captive [Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader] [SMUT]

Characters ↬ Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader

Rating ↬ Explicit (MDNI)

Tags ↬ Prisoner/Master relationship, PIV, Rough sex, DARK, degrading, dumbification (ish), Gilbert is DOM as f, Just… Dirty overall

A/N ↬ To the beautiful anon that requested this, you have a brilliant mind xoxo. I’ve started out your request with the one and only pira— I mean, Prince Gilbert von Obsidian. J He’s also RUDE and pretty unhinged in this fic, so beware, lol.

(Writing smutty scenes with a man named Gilbert just felt… wrong…)

Obligatory note: I have not played IkePrince Japan, so depictions of the Gilbert, Silvio, and Keith are all based on the little information I have about them. Super AU.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Ikemen Prince or any of the Ikemen series games. I just enjoy being MC.

In the barren and desolate country of Obsidian, days seemed to flow into one another, causing a never-ending loop of gray to permeate your life. The country’s citizens were weather-hardened and rough around the edges, many having seen decades upon decades of war. Pure carnage, ruin, and despair could be felt throughout the former citizens of past-conquered lands, now forced to live as Obsidianite locals. And at the head of all of this despair was the raven-haired, crimson-eyed Prince with a reputation that preceded him, Gilbert von Obsidian.

It had been precisely thirteen days since you’d been kidnapped by Obsidian soldiers, clad in their pure ebony armor, and brought to the Obsidian palace as a bargaining chip. The first week had been absolutely devastating for you, not knowing how any of your friends back in Rhodolite were handling the situation. You could only assume that Leon had jumped into action in an attempt to rescue you, or Yves may have shed a couple of tears thinking about the terrors that you would endure in the Obsidian capital. The only thing you could continue doing was praying that there was an end to this captivity.

Despite your status as a prisoner in a foreign land, the room that you’d been locked in was surprisingly opulent. Swaths of black silk adorned the plush bed in the middle of the room, and the walls were built of black marble you assumed could only be found in the country. It could have almost been a livable situation had it not been for the daily visits from the first Prince of Obsidian.

At exactly sundown each day, you’d hear three sharp raps against your door followed by the swift entrance of the raven-haired Prince. It didn’t matter if you responded or not, as the knocks seemed to serve as a warning rather than a request. He would carry a tray of unidentifiable food in one hand, and in his other hand, he would grasp that black and gold cane of his. There would be a brief exchange of words, and he’d set the tray of food down roughly on your desk. Then the conversation would immediately shift to a more sinister nature.

“So, the beloved Belle of Rhodolite, are you ready to spill some secrets?” Gilbert drawled, inching closer to you. With each step that the Prince took, the heels of his boots would echo against the frigid marble floor.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Prince Gilbert… I’m just a girl that works at a bookstore in the capital of Rhodolite,” you responded, nails pressed into the flesh of your palms so tightly that you were sure blood was drawn. The sound of your heart beating against your chest was so loud that you were sure the Prince could hear.

“Are you still sticking to that fucking lie then!?” He growled, slamming a gloved hand down on the desk right next to you. Then, grasping your chin, he forced you to look up into his eye, and the pure rage that lay behind his expression was terrifying. “Tell me what you know, or else I will kill you myself and deliver your head on a platter to those useless Rhodolite Princes.”

You shook your head and puffed up your chest, using every last bit of strength to appear confident to the imposing man before you.

“Y’know, Belle, for Rhodolite scum, you really are quite striking,” he said, tone shifting once again. He reached out a gloved finger and began to run it down the side of your cheek, causing gooseflesh to rise across your skin. “It’s a shame, y’know, those Rhodolite princes don’t deserve your loyalty… But, if you tell me the truth, I’ll make you mine, and I promise you, I’ll treat you better than you could have ever imagined….”

And so the cycle repeated, again and again, day after day. You weren’t quite sure why the Prince didn’t just kill you, given how increasingly frustrated he became. It must have had something to do with negotiations between Rhodolite, but that was a piece of information you were not privy to.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

And there it was again, those three tell-tale knocks that had your heart racing, palms sweating, and eyes dilating in fear. Then, as usual, the Prince entered the room, donning the same black uniform with gold detailing as he did the day before. He was absolutely striking, handsome even, if he wasn’t such a tyrant. The man’s charisma and ability to command attention in a room was one that rivalled only that of Rhodolite’s own beast, Chevalier Michel. His tall stature was another aspect of him that made you feel tiny, especially when up against his ferocious roars and explosive anger.

“Are you ready to talk today, Belle?” Gilbert drawled, putting the tray on your desk like usual. However, what was unusual was the cup full of fragrant, rich-bodied tea also on the tray. Although the Prince didn’t starve you, he very rarely provided you with such luxuries. Clearly, he had ulterior motives, but you were so desperate to have any semblance of normalcy that you reached for the cup, reveling in its familiar scent. “I thought I’d treat you a little better today, see if that’ll make you want to talk. I even got our chefs to source your favouite tea for you.”

The hot, comforting liquid-filled your throat and brought tears to the corner of your eyes. The memories of you, Yves, and Licht, sitting in the garden sharing a cup of tea while laughing about the Palace’s latest gossip. The comforting hugs that your best friend, Rio, provided when you had a rough day. The jovial laughter of Leon and Jin while they teased Yves relentlessly. All of these fond memories immediately came rushing to your mind as though it were a movie on repeat as you indulged in the familiar taste of the tea.

“Mm, you seem to enjoy that,” Gilbert mused, the corner of his mouth slightly lifting into a smirk. “You really do look better without that frown on your face.”

Suddenly, you felt a flash of heat erupt throughout your body. It was as if your body was kicked into overdrive. Even the cool air of the room provided an absolutely euphoric sensation against your skin. Whatever repressed attraction you had for the raven-haired Prince was now unleashed ten-fold as your pupils dilated at the sight of him. You were absolutely salivating now, imagining how delicious his lips would feel against yours, how his rough and calloused hands would knead areas of your body that would have you writhing against him.

“W—what was in that?!” You stammered, reluctantly drawing your eyes away from the Prince’s figure. Unfortunately, the only response the man gave you was a sinister chuckle under his breath as he watched your resolve crumble before his eyes. He’d known you were attracted to him from the start, and while he rarely gave into his more physical desires, he thought he’d make an exception this time, just for you.

“Nothing you need to worry about now, Rhodolite’s Belle,” Gilbert responded. He began to inch closer and closer to you, a sinister smile widening as you backed away from him, looking like a rabbit running from its prey. The glassiness of your eyes, the way your breasts rose up and down with every hard breath you took, the plumpness of your lips, and that absolutely fuckable expression on your face. All of this had Gilbert’s cock twitching in the confines of his pants, eager to ravage you and mark you as his.

“I don’--, I don’t understand,” you murmured, mesmerized by the lust in Gilbert’s gaze. “Mmmfh-!” Without warning, his surprisingly cold lips pressed against yours, causing a wave of pleasure to spread throughout your body. You wanted more of him, anything he could give you, anything he was willing to provide you with. The simple touch of his lips on yours had you reeling in desire, and you were sure you were going to reach your peak just from that. Whatever had been in the tea was potent, but figuring that out was at the bottom of your priorities now.

Suddenly, he pulled away from your lips and grasped your throat, smirking at the lustful moan that came out of your mouth at the sensation. “Beg me,” he urged, slowly squeezing on your windpipe until he had you sputtering under him. “I’m your master now, so you better beg me for whatever it is you want.” The sudden release of his grasp on your throat had you gasping for air and your pussy clenching, wanting so badly to be filled by his cock.

“… Please…” You whispered, doe-eyes staring up into Gilbert’s crimson one.

“Please, what, little bunny? Tell me what you want,” he said, hand inching closer and closer to your dripping core. The anticipation was killing you. Whatever you had to do, however depraved, you were willing to do it just so you could feel the sensation of him against your skin once more.

“Please, master. I need you… I need you to touch me,” you plead desperately.

At the sound of your needy cries, his eye darkens, and he captures your lips once more in a rough kiss. Teeth knocking against teeth, you relish in the feeling. His tongue forces its way into your mouth and ravishes you as though trying to mark you as his. The sensations that he’s drawing out of you from just his lips alone have you on the brink of euphoria. But, when his hand grasps at the bodice of your dress and rips it clean off of your body, you can’t help but moan. Your pebbled nipples are his next target, and he flicks one with his hand, smirking as another sinful moan comes out of you.

“Ahh, yes, please master, I need more,” you beg him, nuzzling your nose against his. Thankfully, the man concedes, and he drops his head down to meet your exposed breasts, immediately latching onto one and suckling against it roughly. His other hand reaches down and grasps at your soaked cunt, letting out a low groan once he feels your arousal.

“What a dirty little bunny you are,” he groans, burrowing his face in your cleavage. “Look at that, ruining your panties just for me, hm?”

Your face heats up at his lewd words, and you buck your hips, attempting to get him to move his hand. Unfortunately, that seemed to be the wrong thing to do as Gilbert immediately stood back up to his towering height and gripped your throat, causing all the blood to rush to your face.

“You are not in control here, pet. I am. I’ll use your body however I want to,” he growls. You let out a loud whimper in response to his words, and you try to nod, despite the large hand, he has wrapped around your throat. “Are you going to get fucked dumb, my little pet? You want me to ram my cock into you over and over until you’re cumming on me?”

Suddenly, Gilbert released your throat and grasped at your arm with his now free hand, turning and pressing you against the wall roughly. His fingers thread through your hair, and he pulls your head back, exposing your neck for him. Deep purple bruises are left against your skin as he alternates between biting down and suckling.

“Ahhh, w—wait,” you whimper, only to get reprimanded immediately with a firm slap against your buttocks.

Suddenly, you hear a loud rip and then the sensation of cold air against your lower half. The frigidness has gooseflesh rising against your now bare bottom, and you shiver, inadvertently trying to curl into his warmth.

“Don’t worry, my pet, I’ll warm you up in a second,” Gilbert chuckles darkly, pressing a kiss on the sensitive spot behind your ear. Without warning, he enters you in one thrust. The sensation of his large cock stretching out your entrance has both of you crying out in pleasure.

“Oh fuck, pet, how are you this tight? Those Rhodolite princes didn’t stretch you out enough, did they?” He groaned, rutting his hips into your entrance over and over.

Whatever you had ingested earlier was still taking away any of the pain you’d typically feel, leaving just the hot pleasure radiating throughout your body at the sensation of his cock entering you.

One of his hands reaches up to grasp at your bare chest, rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers as his length continues spearing your passage relentlessly. You squeeze your eyes tight, tears now threatening to spill with just how overwhelming the sensations were.

“Are you going to get fucked dumb on my cock, pet?” The lewdness of his words was enchanting to you in your current state, only serving to further spur on your arousal.

“Mm… master, please,” you beg, pussy fluttering around his manhood. That sensation of him thrusting into you repeatedly was nothing short of remarkable, and soon, you felt yourself approaching your release. “P—please, let me cum.”

Gilbert smirks at your pleads and reaches a hand up to roughly shove his index and middle finger into your mouth. Satisfied, he feels you instinctually begin to suck on his digits, weaving your tongue across them. “You’re such a dirty little pet, aren’t you? Cum on master’s cock, then.”

At his words, you’re thrown over the edge into your release, and your pussy clenches tightly on his cock, causing him to groan. The white-hot pleasure spreads throughout your entire body, and for the next couple of minutes and you nearly lose consciousness at how overwhelming it is.

Meanwhile, Gilbert continues thrusting into you, chasing after his own release. Soon, he lets out a sinful moan as he paints your walls with hot, thick spurts of his essence.

“With the amount of aphrodisiacs I put in your tea, we’re going to be in for a long night, pet. I suggest you tell me the truth, or else the next time we fuck, I won’t let you cum at all.”

[choicesficwriterscreations]

CFWC F/AotW - Oct 1-7, 2023

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Ava Cunningham Fanart 🎨 by @myautumnrose

Connor x MC Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

The Blade (Part 1) ✒️| ILITW M!MC - @korgbelmont The Blade (Part 2)

IT LIVES WITHIN

Amalia De Leon x F!MC Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈 🌺by @professor-abeloved

NIGHTBOUND

When Hunters Become Prey (Series) ✒️🏳️‍🌈 | Nightbound F!MC - @ladylamrian Chapter 22: Bound With Mother Nature

OPEN HEART

PERFECT MATCH

Harvest Moon ✒️| f!Hayden Young x M!MC, Sloane Washington x M!MC - @lizzybeth1986

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

8 Ball, Corner Pocket ✒️Ⓜ️🔥| Drake Walker x MC - @georgiesgirl1223

Black Silk (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️| Liam Rys x mc, Drake Walker x mc - @ausiegurl1234 Chapter 19: The Truth ✒️

Cordonian Kareoke (Series) ✒️| LIam Rys, Drake Walker - @angelasscribbles Leo Take 2

Ghosted (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️| Liam Rys x MC - @kristinamae093 Chapter 9: One Step Forward

Marry Me ✒️| Drake Walker x MC - @georgiesgirl1223

Never Have I Ever (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️| Bertrand Beaumont x MC - @harleybeaumont Chapter 21: Let's Just Forget the World

Royal Surprise ✒️| Liam Rys x MC - @eadanga

...Sometimes Not (Series) ✒️| Liam Rys x F!OC - @ao719 Part 11: All I've Ever Known