#i deeply dislike the feather fingers

[cooking-with-hailstones]

Underrated aspect of TOTK is the fact that they've changed how the Rito shoot.

Let us compare and contrast Revali and Teba from BOTW and AOC, with Tulin from TOTK:

I am A HUGE fan of this change for the following reasons:

Practicality: the Rito use their wings to, uh, fly. They're aerial archers. They need to be able to stay airborne and presumably the bullet time thing isn't a universal ability. Having them stop flapping, take out their bow, nock an arrow and draw and aim and letting it fly? Seems like a great way to break yourself on a cliff.

The arm strategy doesn't work for Tulin's character design regardless. He is just a lil lad! and it makes much more physical sense for him to draw back the bow with his feet, allowing him to keep flapping and stay aloft, especially when working in close quarters with Link, and even more while Link is on the ground. Also. using his hooked beak to draw back the bow string? Very clever, extra bonus points.

And finally, the most important thing of all: Feather fingers. What are they? Why do the Rito flight feathers alternate between looking like actual flight feathers and fingers. are they like bat fingers? There appear to be finger joints implying that there are bones throughout the Rito extremities. How do they work??? I'm so glad they're gone because it's a design element that just makes me go "eeughgghrelugheih" when I think about it for too long.

[mslanna]

Raphael waking up to his little mouse (who he has an... undefined relationship with their both too chicken to just define what this 'thing' is between them, as it's definitely not 'patron and warlock' and there is no contract between them) gently running their fingers through his hair? Maybe he pretends to still be asleep and hears Tav whispering praises to him and how they really do truly adore him before they eventually trying to slip out of bed to start their day (maybe even leaving a gentle kiss on his cheek or forehead); heck, maybe Raphael even hears Tav whisper a heartfelt "I love you" to him while he pretends to sleep.

they/them Tav without body configuration soft; very, very soft Read it on AO3

Serenity

Raphael was a light sleeper, much to Tav's chagrin. Even if the devil dropped into bed exhausted, slipping into the depths of sleep immediately, he woke as soon as Tav as much as shifted. All the sweeter of him to pretend and do a good job at it too.

They had been discussing the next steps of the invasion of Dis. The portals in Avernus were secured; the uproar over Zariel's demise and Raphael's takeover had been beaten down. Something that took time and blood. It cost more lives than Tav had expected, but devils were devils.

Tav enjoyed these little moments, though they had to study strategy and politics for them. Alone and close to their devil, talking in low voices – it was a different intimacy than that of the unbridled sex they revelled in.

Now Tav sat with their back against the headpiece while Raphael lay on his stomach, head in Tav's lap and one arm wrapped around their ass. His wings drooped comfortably over the bed, red as the sheets. He stopped talking a while ago and now his breath beat against Tav's thighs in a slow, regular rhythm.

Their words had tapered off some time ago as well, falling from suggestions into supportive murmurs and wordless hums. Tav ran their fingers through Raphael's hair. The silky strands wound around their fingers in a soft caress. The devil's horns were warm to the touch and received their share of attention.

Raphael disliked vulnerability with a passion. To lie prone with his eyes closed was a liability. It only worsened if he fell asleep. Yet he allowed it. Tav sighed, content with their lot and their hands buried in his hair. It was a long arduous quest to worm your way into a devil's heart. Tav wasn't sure how well they were doing.

But the trappings and advantages were all present, so maybe it didn't matter how deeply Raphael felt. If he felt. His gentle care and passionate excesses were enough to keep Tav his. Body and heart. Maybe that was a problem.

"I'd give you my soul," Tav murmured under their breath. "But I don't want to be a lemure. Sorry."

Raphael didn't react. His breath stayed even, only a muscle in his neck twitched when Tav's fingers feathered over it. He was a glorious sight, even with his mouth open and features slack. Still, Raphael was a devil. He'd never stoop so low as to associate closely with a lemure. Even a Tav lemure. Of that the mortal was certain.

So they would take what they'd get. The warm roughness of his horns under their fingertips. A stolen moment for caressing his hair. The soft illusion of a solid relationship. You had to lie to yourself in the hells, otherwise you went mad.

Though Tav felt mad anyway. Living with a devil. Fighting at his side, sharing his plans and bed. Not all their scars came from battle and Tav smiled at the memory of receiving those. They had bound themself to a clawed monster, the consequences were theirs to bear.

"I love you," Tav murmured. "I hope you know that. My doom, my downfall. My desire."

Raphael stirred and shifted his position slightly and tightened his hold on Tav as he burrowed his face into their lap. His horns pressed painfully into Tav's flesh, but they leant into it anyway. Raphael was their devil. Reciprocated love or no.

"I love you," Tav repeated more intense. "And there is absolutely shit nothing you can do about it."

Tav leant back and closed their eyes. Two could pretend to sleep. And for them, the lie might become the truth. They kept running their fingers through Raphael's hair with a smile. If the devil didn't like it, he'd have to stop them himself.

[anemptypuddingcup]

Ace adores you, his little birdie. He remembered the first time you met like it was yesterday. It was just something about your pretty winged arms and talon feet that just made his heart swirl from the cuteness overload. You were so shy and yet so sweet, he couldn’t help losing himself around you when you looked up at him with those pretty sparkling eyes.

Ace presses a kiss onto your forehead as you relax your body against his in the tub. Your wings soaked up the water and suds, making you feel more heavier as you tried to flap your feathered wings back and forth. Ace sighs as you splashed water onto him from your wings. “Aye aye! Calm down silly!” He giggles as he wraps his arms around your torso. You whimper in response, disliking this feeling of your soaking wet wings.

“B-But they feel heavyyy…” You whined as you wrap your wings around him. Ace blushes deeply as he stared at into your pretty eyes. He presses a kiss onto your soft lips, catching you off guard. You whimper slightly as his kiss slowly pulls you in. You wrap your wings around Ace’s body as you both slowly began make out. Ace’s tongue swirled and raveled around yours as he took dominance over your mouth. You moan and whimpered into his kiss and he slowly begins to trail down from your face, a line of saliva still connected from your both your lips. As he moves lower, he presses open mouthed kisses against your neck and then to your collarbone.

He moves a hand down to your pussy as flicks at your clit, making you jump and moan suddenly. He giggles as he begins to palm your sex in the warm soapy water while you squirmed there. “A-Ace~” You moan as you slowly spread your legs for him. Ace smiles softly as he caressed one of your breasts. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you my little harpy?” Ace asked as he slowly pushed his fingers through your entrance. You moan and shiver as you slowly lie back in the soapy water in the tub as Ace fingers you. You squirm and moan as Ace’s fingers massages your gummy walls. You let out a lengthy moan as his fingertips suddenly bumps against your g-spot.

Ace only smiles mischievously as he continues to grind his fingers against your g-spot, making you moan loudly. “A-Ace!~ P-Please~” You cry out as Ace’s hand picks up speed. You squirm uncontrollably as you felt your orgasm shooting up and through your body. Ace notices your heavy breathing and gives you a little kiss on your cheek. “You’re close aren’t you baby?~” Ace asks as he suddenly stops the movement of his hand. Your moans stops suddenly as your turn to look at Ace, whimpering in a displeased manner.

Ace looks at you and buries his face into your neck. “Don’t you wanna cum on my cock instead?” Ace asks as he pouts at you. You huff but slowly nod in response. Ace grabs your hips and pulls you against his soaking body, you shiver as the you felt the cold air hit your skin. Ace softly grinds his cock against your entrance and teases you, his mischievous smile taunting you even more. “You feel how hard I am? That’s because of youu~” Ace whispers as his hand slowly trails down to your ass. You sigh and whimper as you wiggle your hips above his cock. “A-Aceee, stop teasing me…” You begged, laying your head against his shoulder. Ace laughs in response and peppers a kiss onto your cheek.

“Alright alright, I’m going in~” He whispers as he slowly lowers you down onto his cock. You moan as his the tip of his cock presses against your g-spot. Ace groans as he slowly began to move your hips, your walls slowly tightening around him. “Does it feel good? Your pussy’s nice and snug around my dick~” Ace asked as he moves your hips faster onto his cock. You nodded and moan in response as you bury your face in his neck. Ace uses one of his hands to grip your chin and make you look up at him. “Cmon baby, use your words~” Ace demanded.

You whimper in response but obeyed. “Y-Yes~ I-It feels so good Ace~” You moaned and you bury your face back into his neck. Ace moans and he slowly lies back against the tub. He pushes his cock farther into you which causes you to cry out of pleasure. “A-Ahh!~ Ace!~” You cry out as you arch your back. Ace giggles and moans as he begins to fuck up into you. As Ace fucks up deeper into you, a slight belly bulge forms in your abdomen from how far he was fucking up into your pussy. Your walls tightens more around Ace as you felt your climax slowly rising. Ace picks up the speed of his hips as he slowly began to reach his orgasm as well.

“You gettin close sweetheart?~ Ah~” Ace moaned as one of his hands trails up your sides. “Y-Yess~ I-I feel it coming~” You whimper as you pressed your wings up against his chest to keep balance. Ace giggles and grips your hips tightly as he was so close to cumming. “O-Oh it’s coming~” Ace moans as he speeds up even more. You couldn’t muster up any words as Ace fucked into you so deep and so good. You moan loudly as you finally felt your orgasm hitting your core. “M-M’gonna! A-Ace M’gonna!“ You moan abruptly as you lay your body down against his.

Ace wraps and arm around your body and moans as he cums inside of your pussy. His cock spurts ropes of cum deep into you while he holds your hips down tightly against his. You moan abruptly yet softly as you cream around Ace’s cock. You whimper as you slowly came down from your high, with Ace’s cum starting to leak out of your pussy. Ace sighs out of relief as wraps his arms around you, giving you a tight and snug hug. “You alright?” He asked turning to you. You slowly nod against his shoulder, your face still buried in his neck. Ace smiles and peppers your face with smooches. You both suddenly shivered as the water in the tub goes cold against your warm bodies.

Ace nuzzles against your neck as he peppers more kisses onto it. “Cmon, let’s go on and get out.” He says, sitting your body up with his. You sigh tiredly as Ace slowly carried you out of the tub with him. He kisses you once again as he grabs a towel to help dry your feathers.

A/N; awww y’all so cute together-

[satur9-if]

Love Interest List

The "interlude" chapter I promised is mostly ready, or at least halfway so. While writing it, I ended up fleshing out the main Romantic Options, and so decided that writing up a "RO Roster" that describes everyone briefly may not be a bad idea. Keep reading if you want to see the list of Saturnine love interests and don't mind minor spoilers for the game.

Damon

Species: Android

Sex/Gender: Male

Orientation: Pansexual

Age: ~20 years

Appearance: Tall, pale skin, short blond hair, metallic eyes with blue irises

Likes: Nice suits, astronomy, flowers

Dislikes: Opening up for a single moment

Description: Damon was probably built to serve as a bouncer. He won’t confirm or deny that suspicion, that would require him to actually talk about his past, but everything about him points in that direction. His powerful stature, his love of suits, his desire to protect everyone in the group, his keen eyes, his skill with firearms. Coincidentally, those traits make him quite useful to your group, especially when it’s time to pack a punch.

Luckily, Damon’s not the mean type of bouncer. Ever since you met him some two years back, he’s been polite and friendly to everyone around him, even shy in some situations. You don’t suppose he’ll ever make a move on you, but if you don’t mind taking initiative yourself… His digital mind appears quite capable of love, and his body isn’t exactly missing any important parts.

Hadaly

Species: Android

Sex/Gender: Female

Orientation: Pansexual

Age: ~30 years

Appearance: Olive skin, titian hair, eyes that change color with the mood

Likes: Electronics, jumpsuits, patching the Player Character up

Dislikes: Humans, formal wear, idiocy

Description: Hadaly is a tinkerer. That’s what she always was for your group, and that’s what she’s good at. Electronics, engineering, android repair, you name it. Perhaps she was some kind of maintanance robot once, though that theory leaves you wondering why she’s so human-like in mind and appearance. You can’t even tell she’s an android at first glance, not until you see her eyes change color and spot the electric sparks between her fingers.

Hadaly doesn’t like to talk about her past. Whenever the subject gets brought up, her eyes turn blue and she begins stuttering, her confidence failing as though with a press of a switch. Perhaps literally—you don’t know if she has any switches or buttons anywhere on her body. She’s not one for revealing clothing, and won’t let you inspect her personally until you start working for it.

Kirill “Rook” Kosteniuk

Species: Metahuman

Sex/Gender: Male

Orientation: Bisexual

Age: 303 years (effective age 32 years)

Appearance: Black skin, short dark hair, blue eyes

Likes: Talking, preaching, playing chess

Dislikes: Coffee, contractions

Description: Of all the people you’re working with, Kirill is probably the most human. He has some ill-defined powers, but looks and acts like a normal guy. Unless you consider his impeccable manners and love of long sentences to be abnormal, in which case fair enough.

Technically speaking, Kirill is the leader of the whole operation your group is forced to participate in, but his competency is… questionable at the best of times. He will definitely appreciate some support and advice from you and is likely to accept your friendship, but don’t expect him to lie down for you right away. As a deeply religious man, he may even decide to wait until marriage before doing anything too fun. Comes with the territory.

Renfri “Marshal” Riannon

Species: Kinnari

Sex/Gender: Female

Orientation: Lesbian

Age: 29 years

Appearance: Dark skin, chestnut hair, brown eyes, caramel feathers, nice thighs

Likes: Painting, being the hero, partisan politics, hamburgers

Dislikes: The Player Character

Description: Make no mistake; Renfri does not like you. You are an android, a creature she was taught to mistrust at the absolute least. Some even say her species, the winged Kinnaris, was engineered specifically to hunt rogue automatons like yourself. It’s hard to dispute that theory, given the constant glares of her narrowed, brown eyes.

Still, Renfri isn’t half bad once you get to know her. She’s not incapable of showing affection, and her sharp tongue can be used for humor just as well as for snide remarks. Maybe you still have a chance with this bird… provided you’re about as sapphic as her.

Lisa “Hellhound” Herbert

Species: Werewolf

Sex/Gender: Female

Orientation: Straight

Age: 24 years

Appearance: Fair skin, cropped ginger hair, grey eyes, sometimes lupine

Likes: Bad movies, bad alcohol, bad boys

Dislikes: Kirill, bombs, bald women, hedgehogs

Description: Lisa couldn’t care less about your group, your mission, or half the things happening around her. She’s just serving out her sentence, and while she may enjoy a good fight whilst in her wolf form, all interest disappears once there’s nothing to rip apart. At that point she’ll either go to sleep or get wasted, depending on the time of day and availability of drinks. That’s all she cares about, and stop implying she may actually care about her teammates or protecting people. Or else.

That’s not to say Lisa isn’t interested in you specifically. You have some things in common, outcasts once hunted by the Kronian Federation, big guns of the makeshift team you’re both on. And if you happen to also be a hot dude… maybe there’s yet another way of passing the time.

[noodlecupcakes]

My OC as a Greek deity

I was tagged by @josephseedismyfather, thank you so much <3

EROS: • scornful jealousy • pink • presents a certain decorum • heavy air in a nightclub • has a tattoo they regret • sex & love therapist for their friends • juvenescent • uses enchantments • aloof • wears rose-coloured glasses • velvet, latex, & lingerie • milk baths with champagne bubbles • impetuous in love • intense eye contact is a sport • kinky • soft lips • wears stacked rings • sets fashion trends • graceful movements • marble floors • heavy perfume or cologne • deeply emotional • born glamorous •

HECATE: • prefers canine companions • wears symbolic jewelry • can see spirits • melting wax • uses hexes • feels most comfortable at night • smell of cinnamon • moonlight • red wine • understands poisons & herbs • collects bones or feathers • partakes in rituals • black • fog at night • is aware of their shadow self • embraces the unknown • enjoys collecting secrets • approves of necromancy • meditates • has prophetic dreams • lace • knowing too many secrets • fishnet stockings •

PAN: • enjoys poetry & prose • wool • smell of decaying leaves in autumn • prefers to be barefoot • tends to overindulge • easily excitable • thriving in social circles • loves being around campfire • antlers • dirt paths • the sound of wind chimes • penchant for sticky fingers • pine trees • stamina for days • falls in lust • vagabond • physically stronger than given credit for • foxglove • welcomes luxury • non-confrontational • charming words • talking to animals • nature for jewelry •

NEMESIS: • angry • protective of their values • balance & harmony • looks like an angel but isn’t • more perceptive than people realize • snow capped mountains • grey • wears leather • silver jewelry • likes snakes • can’t stand ignorance • believes in retribution • analytical of own emotions • well read • marble columns • has very rigid morals • bruised knuckles • humorous under the sarcasm • clean workspace • everything in moderation • cold morning air • resting glare face • fluent in curse words •

HYPNOS: • very calm demeanor • easily overwhelmed • relaxing is their vice • transactional friendships • has a soft voice • head in the clouds • carries drugs with them • has (had?) a sibling they’re close with • drawn to winged animals • lavender • has plush furniture/blankets • starry eyed • horrible money management • gives amazing hugs • dreaming big as a full time job • wears comfy or loose clothes • existential questions • not good at memory based skills • fairy lights • can’t sleep somewhere unfamiliar • crystalline chandeliers • dislikes bright sun • fluttering eyelashes •

IRIS: • life’s a technicolor spectrum • has a lot to say • beaming smiles • always has candy with them • flirting by accident • walking to the beat of their own drum • gossamer curtains • has a surprising amount of connections • blushes very easily • confident laughter • uses a staff • fresh fruit slices • decorated handwritten letters • a social chameleon • blood made of honey • treating people with kindness • sentimental heart • vases full of wildflowers • feels fulfilled when helping others • has a healing aura • always traveling • stained glass windows • just trying to be a good person •

EROS: • scornful jealousy • pink • presents a certain decorum • heavy air in a nightclub • has a tattoo they regret • sex & love therapist for their friends • juvenescent • uses enchantments • aloof • wears rose-coloured glasses • velvet, latex, & lingerie • milk baths with champagne bubbles • impetuous in love • intense eye contact is a sport • kinky • soft lips • wears stacked rings • sets fashion trends • graceful movements • marble floors • heavy perfume or cologne • deeply emotional • born glamorous •

HECATE: • prefers canine companions • wears symbolic jewelry • can see spirits • melting wax • uses hexes • feels most comfortable at night • smell of cinnamon • moonlight • red wine • understands poisons & herbs • collects bones or feathers • partakes in rituals • black • fog at night • is aware of their shadow self • embraces the unknown • enjoys collecting secrets • approves of necromancy • meditates • has prophetic dreams • lace • knowing too many secrets • fishnet stockings •

PAN: • enjoys poetry & prose • wool • smell of decaying leaves in autumn • prefers to be barefoot • tends to overindulge • easily excitable • thriving in social circles • loves being around campfire • antlers • dirt paths • the sound of wind chimes • penchant for sticky fingers • pine trees • stamina for days • falls in lust • vagabond • physically stronger than given credit for • foxglove • welcomes luxury • non-confrontational • charming words • talking to animals • nature for jewelry •

NEMESIS: • angry • protective of their values • balance & harmony • looks like an angel but isn’t • more perceptive than people realize • snow capped mountains • grey • wears leather • silver jewelry • likes snakes • can’t stand ignorance • believes in retribution • analytical of own emotions • well read • marble columns • has very rigid morals • bruised knuckles • humorous under the sarcasm • clean workspace • everything in moderation • cold morning air • resting glare face • fluent in curse words •

HYPNOS: • very calm demeanor • easily overwhelmed • relaxing is their vice • transactional friendships • has a soft voice • head in the clouds • carries drugs with them • has (had?) a sibling they’re close with • drawn to winged animals • lavender • has plush furniture/blankets • starry eyed • horrible money management • gives amazing hugs • dreaming big as a full time job • wears comfy or loose clothes • existential questions • not good at memory based skills • fairy lights • can’t sleep somewhere unfamiliar • crystalline chandeliers • dislikes bright sun • fluttering eyelashes •

IRIS: • life’s a technicolor spectrum • has a lot to say • beaming smiles • always has candy with them • flirting by accident • walking to the beat of their own drum • gossamer curtains • has a surprising amount of connections • blushes very easily • confident laughter • uses a staff • fresh fruit slices • decorated handwritten letters • a social chameleon • blood made of honey • treating people with kindness • sentimental heart • vases full of wildflowers • feels fulfilled when helping others • has a healing aura • always traveling • stained glass windows • just trying to be a good person •

Tagging: @g0dspeeed, @la-grosse-patate, @3llisarts, @cassietrn

[fatuilady]

— 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 - 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠. (headcanons)

✦ word count : 2.6𝐤

✦ feat : 𝐆𝐍 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 , [𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭] 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨, 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭, 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜, 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚, 𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐨𝐫, 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢

✦ context : 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ~

✦ cw : 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲, 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 (kaeya lol)

✦ note : apologies this one took so long, work had been swamping me ;-; ! quite long, pretty wordy, almost oneshots, but i hope you all enjoy anyway :)

𝖆𝖑𝖇𝖊𝖉𝖔 :

✦ This particular chalk prince is all too enthralled with delicacy. His very mantra is all about the fragility of life and creation, surely, you're no exception. He has a unique fascination with life and death, yet seemed to focus little on the precious moments between the cradle and the grave.

✦ Albedo is always gentle, shy and chaste when he embraces you.

✦ At first, he was unfamiliar with the sentiment as social contact had never been his forte, since he was in fact a wall of stone (or chalk?). He'd declined your open offer from his own inexperience, he failed to consider that it may portray him as cold, distant or unwelcoming.

✦ Soon enough, Albedo would begin to ponder how such a simple interaction could bring strong emotion to humankind, yet the more he dwelled upon it, the more he found his arms feeling empty. It was as if his hypothesis was proving itself wrong.

✦ Eventually, he'd come to terms with his growing curiosity, always one to initiate an experiment, he'd offer himself to return the affections - he was very glad he did.

✦ Albedo's coy nature would let him drape one arm around your shoulder, the other taking your hand. He'd wrap his soft hands around your own, placing his head beside your own. His hair would smell soft, newborn and clean, the scent of fresh cotton, baby powder and angel feathers beside your nose as he buried into you.

✦ The chalk prince unfortunately would struggle to find the time for such intimacy on the regular, but when he did find the chance to embrace you, he'd make them last as long as he could.

✦ Perhaps this still lingered from his limited understanding of social cues, but he'd hold onto you for many minutes, more than you could count on one hand. Taking you in his arms, he would touch you as if you were a blooming Cecelia, tenderly and lovingly. You'd return his care, cuddling him and wrapping both arms around his back.

✦ During his hugs, he'd also sometimes find himself tracing over your body with inquisitive hands. Albedo had never had the chance to properly appreciate your anatomy in such a manner before, but he quickly fell in love with your form.

✦ Albedo soon began to realise the adoration behind hugs; his adoration for you also began to grow. Slowly but surely, he actively began to seek out your displays of affection, whether to feel your warmth, play with the fabric of your clothes or caress your shape, he wasn't sure.

'Thank you... deeply, for sharing this moment, you... resemble a statue, I couldn't think of anyone better suited for such an embrace.'

✦ What he was sure of was that he had appreciated the beauty of life in the same way ever before than he did when he was swaddled in your arms.

𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖙 :

✦ The young adventurer is notoriously unlucky, his clumsiness an infamous curse that seems to follow him wherever he goes. It's precisely the reason he's very hesitant to come too close to you, for fear his awful fortune will wipe off on you. No matter how careful he seems to be, there's always something the archons never seem to be on his side.

✦ Instead of his bad luck rubbing off on you, maybe your good luck would rub off on him, at least, that's what you believed.

✦ Bennett was more than surprised when you asked for a hug, your request catching him quite off guard. He'd think on it for a moment, face painted in light pink as he reached for an invisible itch on the back of his neck.

✦ As the leader of Benny's Adventure Team, he'd find it fitting to stand alongside you, carefully tossing one of his arms over your shoulder. He'd snatch you closer with a squeeze, the marigold colour bandana he wore knotted around his upper arm tickling your chin.

✦ The hug itself would be friendly, full of total and mutual trust as you too curled an arm around his front and back. You'd both sway, beaming as laughing as he flashed you an appreciative thumbs up, the sunkiss on his skin making the clumsy boy hold the same warmth as a summer beach.

'I think you're my favourite adventure buddy, I must have been lucky for once to meet someone like you, traveller!'

✦ Bennett would hope to keep moving through Mondstadt with his arm around you. The idea was short lived, to say the least.

✦ As ever, his curse would catch him at the worst moment, a measly loose stone in the plaza floor catching his foot. Bennett tumbled, and so, you tumbled as well.

✦ The active boy would try his best to manoeuvre himself to catch you before you scraped the ground. You'd end up likely crossed over his lap, a compromising position, but it was all in good fun. You loved Bennett's antics, he brought excitement to what could have easily been a mundane life.

✦ Caught up in giggles, Bennett kept his arms crossed over you as he drew his head around to press both yours and his cheeks together. The moment was another perfect instance for a scrapbook, even some of Mondstadt's more grouchier personas sparing a chuckle for you both.

𝖉𝖎𝖑𝖚𝖈 :

✦ For a pyro wielder, Diluc Ragnvindr doesn't present himself warmly. Seemingly tired, uninterested and slightly callous, he concerns himself with practical matters when he is alone: economist by day, vigilante by night. Stuck in his ways, he'd see no purpose in day to day public displays of affection.

✦ This doesn't mean he dislikes contact in private, however.

✦ The common misconception would leave one to believe Diluc was a stone gargoyle, incapable and unwilling to act in any other way. Alone with you, he couldn't be further from it, in fact, in most cases, he's the one to initiate the contact, sometimes without even asking.

✦ When, and only when, perfect conditions are met does Diluc lets go of his tough exterior and ultimately boils down to a lovesick puppy. However, he much prefers to be alone alongside you, of course, in these endeavours.

✦ With nobody else in sight, he would be quick to start loving, his stature still ever strong as he discarded his gloves. The dark side of dawn much preferred to hold you with his bare hands to further lift your caring skinship.

✦ Diluc would wear a sincere smile, one of patience and relief as he drew closer to you. He'd wait for you to signal him with your own charming grin, and only then would he leap into the biggest, most tender bear hug one could conjure.

✦ Strong arms suffocated you as one hand rested on the back of your head, savouring the softness of your hair. The other would cross behind you and after a few compassionate minutes, he'd concentrate his strength to lift you up, up and further into his arms.

✦ If you would like to be put down, he'd place you gentle back onto the floor, releasing you slowly. The flaming hero would notice the mess he had made of your hair, tussling it back to it's usual shape with his fingers.

✦ Otherwise, you could wrap your legs around him, and whilst supporting you, he'd spin around and hold you tightly. Head against his chest, you'd twirl stray strands of his strawberry coloured ponytail in your fingers, relishing in the lingering scent of warm booze, sweet flowers and flecks of ash.

'I apologise for the wait, I'm glad you're still here, you know how dearly I treasure your touch.'

✦ He almost seemed a natural, more so than his love driven brother when it came to private intimacy, but truthfully, he still held small amounts of insecurity. His worry would be holding you too roughly, but the more you insisted you loved his hugs, the more the people of Mondstadt would notice him acting much more chipper during his day shifts at Angel's Share.

𝖐𝖆𝖊𝖞𝖆 :

✦ Smooth talking, smooth moving, smooth loving, there's nothing about the Favonius Cavalry Captain that doesn't radiate utmost self confidence. He acts on his own accord, conducting how he pleases. Still one for manners, he'd clear the water with you far in advance before laying on the next level of his flirtatious affairs.

✦ Kaeya Alberich is incredibly touchy, his behaviour consistent in public, private, wherever he happens to be in the same space as you. His hugs are amatory; romanced laced in the most teasing way.

✦ You could be communing with citizens of Mondstadt, researching in the library, helping sweep away stray leaves at the cathedral on behalf of a desperate attendee. Kaeya makes a habit of catching a glimpse of you as he patrols the city, making a discreet beeline to catch up to you.

✦ Regardless of if you were courting or merely on mutual acquaintanced basis, he'd know exactly which places to stir up when he hugged you from behind.

✦ The frostbearing swordsman would care little about an outside audience, and would enjoy it in true deriding manner if you grew flustered at simply the thought of being intimate in public.

✦ Kaeya would snake his arms around your waist, hands smoothing over the angles or curves. Afterwards, he'd lean into the crook of your neck to place a gentle kiss on your skin.

'I simply couldn't wait another moment, you're heavenly~'

✦ His hair, much like is brothers, would flow over your shoulder like a rich waterfall, scented with rose oil, glistening jasmine and chai.

✦ In private, Kaeya would be even more adoring, favouring a gentler approach opposed to his more teasing public affections. He'd love for you to sit between his legs on the couch, back rested against his chest.

✦ A master of fine swordmanship, he'd be oh so gentle, his touches feather soft, sometimes even so gentle you wouldn't even notice they were there. Regardless, he loves more than life to make a fuss over you when you hug, he loves to play with your hair, he loves to spin circles into your skin with careful fingertips, he loves to whisper every word you'd like to hear all with the intent of making the moment stretch for as long as it could.

✦ Kaeya knew he was free to share his love with you at any moment, but that didn't keep him from making each hug count, after all, he simply just adores the way you fit perfectly into him.

𝖗𝖆𝖟𝖔𝖗 :

✦ Razor is a curious soul, one of primal roots. Human intimacy is worlds apart from the care he shared with his Lupical, so he craves the best of both worlds. The wolf boy wants to learn, who better to verse him in human affection than you?

✦ When you'd ask him if he would like a hug, he was unsure what it was. He'd tilt his head to the side, clueless, but eager nonetheless. If he had a tail like his canine brother and sisters, it would surely be swaying side to side by now

✦ You'd find it adorable how he'd mimic your movements like a puppet, you raised an arm and he'd do the same.

✦ As you brought yourself closer to him, he'd hesitate slightly, his feral nature urging him to step away, but his human mind knew he trusted you, so he stayed in place and allowed you to cuddle him.

✦ When wolves displayed the same behaviour, it was one of threatening origin, normally the kickstarter of an incoming fight, but with you, he felt no threat at all. Admittedly, he seemed a little stiff when you engulfed him, not quite sure what to do with his limbs, he marvelled in place for a moment.

✦ Razor felt a flurrying heat collect in his face as he gasped, gradually relaxing his shoulders as he melted away into your embrace. He also might have felt his eyes sting a little with joyful tears, it was something new, surely, but the half wolf didn't mind it.

✦ He tried to sneak a glance at how you were holding him so he could do his best to replicate it. Hesitantly, he placed his arms around you in return, though they almost seemed to lag as he moved them. Once they were securely around you, Razor felt himself click into place and squeeze tightly.

✦ Gentle wind breezed over you, catching his distinct scent of earth, fresh rain and crushed berries. He seemed a little cold from the touch, but this was expected from somebody who spent his life outside in the roaming scape of Wolvendom.

✦ His hair, though mildly knotted in some places, truly did feel plush like a wolf's pelt, ideal to pat and stroke.

'You are...warm... Razor likes it, I will... stay, for a while'

✦ Razor had discovered two things: He now loved hugs possibly more than hunting, but what he loved most was your hugs specifically.

✦ He'd be more subtle, yet increasingly obvious in the future. Whenever the overgrown puppy of a boy would crave some attention, he'd shuffle close to you, raising his arms in the same way you did when you introduced the concept to you. Moreover, he'd be seeking you out a lot-

𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎 :

✦ A carefree and free flowing spirit by design, Venti is true to his element when it comes to hugs. He's a very affectionate boy, but in a more innocent sense. Always full of mischievous laughter, he appreciates the silliness and fun behind the little things.

✦ The windborne bard would be very open about hugs and public affections, often asking both if he could receive and give. When accepting his proposal, you'd get to see him close his eyes in delight, cheering to himself in a childish manner.

✦ He'd be all about the performance, being a bard and all gives him this habit. Laughter, singing, general sounds of delight, whatever he can conjure, Venti would beam with happiness from even the smallest contact with you.

✦ Venti would run and spring into you through the long grass strewn across Starsnatch Cliff, gusts of anemo following his excited behaviour.

✦ What's most humouring is the rather short boy propping himself up on the tips of his toes in order to better the hug, draping both of his arms around your neck.

✦ The bard would love to look into your eyes, placing a cheeky kiss on the tip of your nose. Another common practice would be cupping your face with one hand, holding it in his palm with nothing but adoration.

✦ Another curious trick of his involves his elemental skill. Charging it, he'd hold onto you tightly, chirping as you'd both lock into each other.

'Ehe, hold on tightly, I don't want you to fall!'

✦ In one single burst, you'd be launched upwards by a powerful gust, high enough to see all of Mondstadt in the unexpectedly strong arms of your favourite Archon.

✦ Brushing stray hairs that came loose from your hairstyle during the departure, he was something freeing, a breath of fresh air as you drifted contentedly to the delicate grass below.

✦ Everything about the old young bard seemed peaceful as you'd stay warm, knitted together laying down amongst the dandelions.

© 𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖞 .

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Affectionate Love

Affectionate Love

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Jean D'Arc x OC (Julia Lesser vampire)

Prompt : Feb 7th - “You’re so clingy today. I love it.”

Part of Be my valentine content creation challenge hosted by @xxsycamore and @chaosangel767

Tag : Fluff

Word Count: 995

Author's Note: A sudden change of heart leave her wondering the motif behind the sudden clinginess of her usual introvert lover, but welcome was this new side loving to feel him so affectionate and needy for her she herself shy away not from revealing him with a kiss to suggel their feelings to one another. 🥰

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It was a surprisingly warm morning the breeze tousled gently between the idyllic nature surronding a mansion in the countryside of Paris, bird chirped happily while small animals dozed around under the trees not bothered by the quiet rumor of the people around them, a soft music begin to fill the air as the mansion begin to woke up long after the sunrise.

It was a normal day at the mansion, or almost it seemed so, since that morning when she woke up in the arms of his husband he followed her around all day taking in every excuse to help with anything, she was surprised to say at least but at the same time she find it pleasurable to discover a new side to Jean, one she did not dislike not even a bit, quite the contrary, the thought she was the first and only one to catch glimpse of him uknown to other make her heart swell with happiness and love behind words making of her a blushing mess all day.

It felt like a bliss having another pair of hand helping her better than Sebastian she may say, it felt like they were alone in their domestic bliss, managing the mansion with him she could not help but sigh dreamily at the thought of sharing their feelings in a cottage le Comte was building not far from the mansion, she could imagine her with Jean on a soft sofa cuddling together under a blanket in front of a fireplace drinking hot cocoa while the winter evening blessed them with a snowfall, a soft giggle escaped her lips looking at him intent on adjusting the clotehsline, his white shirt almost transparent she could catch a glimpse of his muscles underneath, toned arms and nimble finger she stiffened a whimper easily recalling the memories of the previous night as her body remembered far too well the prowess he went through to show her his love, proving her how much she meant for him and how deeply loved she was to make her doubt no more of her value.

From time to time he needed instructions but at least he was not a severe boss like Sebastian, much more alike to an adorable lost puppy following her around wherever she went wagging his tail, still she could not help but wonder about the reason of his affectionate behaviour usually he was prone to not like showing physical affection outside private moments when no one else was around let alone diving into most intimate things out the bedroom doors, but that day it seemed something has got into him thinking it must have been serious she let him be not wanting to upset him furthermore she welcomed with open arms feeling him so affectionate with her, the brush of his fingers over hers when they were hanging out the laundry, the kiss in the pantry after placing everything in order, going so far as to slip his tongue into hers much to her delight before pulling away apologetically before being wrapped in a tight hug she reciprocated making a light smile appear on his lips before he kissed her forehead tenderly as she smiled back at him caressing his cheeks, the soft kiss he left on her hair after reaching something on the shelf before her, entwining his fingers with hers as they chatted in the parlor, the feather like brush of his lips as he nuzzled into her neck embracing her from behind as she blushed madly a soft giggle on her lips at the warm feeling of his love melting her heart.

Finally she decided to call it a day as they settle down on the grass under a tree around the mansion sharing their thoughts until she noticed him slowly reaching for her again, letting him engulf her in his arms cradling her face into his chest, she sighed contently at his warmth whispering softly

“You’re so clingy today. I love it.” she looked up at him seeing a genuine smile on his lips while his eye gleamed with happiness, he placed a sweet chaste kiss on her lips feeling her hands caressing his chest, slowly they traveled up on his neck brushing her fingers on his cheeks deepening their kiss, as soon as they pulled away he leaned his forehead to her, while she felt her heart melt seeing him smiling so tenderly, catching a glimpse of the love struck affection in his eye gingerly she lifted his eye patch taking it off, she took his face into her hands, with a soft reassuring smile she brushed her lips on his scar in a sweet gesture she hoped could calm his demons shutting off his insecurity even for a while, hugging her tightly she felt his hair tickling her face making her giggle happily

"Je t'aime tellement Julia ma petite princesse" he whispered tenderly in her ear before leaning in to leave a reverent kiss on her forehead whispering softly

“Je t'aime mon ange toujours et pour toujours.”

“Je t'aime tellement mon héros.” softly she kissed his nose making a soft smile appear on his lips before they knew the gentle breeze of the evening caressed their skin making them aware of the cold evening it soon would have come, engulfed in his arms they gazed at the sunset together before going back inside determined to make the most out of that day they slipped unnoticed in their room to properly give in to the fire his touch awoke in them, smiling they sealed their love with a kiss before closing the door leaving no witness to their passion but the moon that was peeking through the clouds surrounded by the curios stars gathered around her to get a peek, for a love like them was a unique sight that could melt even the coldest ice itself for the passion it arouse warm like the morning sun, and they had all intentions to give their unexpected audience the unique show of the deep feeling that entwined their heart their soul and their destiny to one another forever.

[duskholland]

One Million | Tom Holland Smut

summary ↠ you’re not one to shy away from competition, so when your co-star Tom approaches you with an opportunity to secure the ultimate bragging rights, you aren’t afraid to play a little dirty... ↠ famous!y/n x tom.

word count ↠ 4.3k

warnings ↠ mxf protected sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, swearing, fluffy feels.

a/n ↠ this took a very soft turn, but I’m not mad about it tbh. it’s definitely inspired by that thirst trap photo that Tom posted the other day. does that man ever chill??? for frame of reference, Tom currently has 35.4 million followers on Instagram, which is...insane lmao. I guess this is kind of similar to my last Tom fic, but I’m really digging famous!y/n, so I wrote it anyway and I’m really happy with how it turned out! I hope you enjoyyyy :)

18+ !!!! this contains NSFW material, so do not read if you are a minor.

“Y’know, Y/N, I think my fans love me more than yours love you.”

Your eyes widen as you take in the bold statement. With a grin rising on your face, you glance up and across the sofa, your gaze drawn immediately to Tom. Your co-star has a cocky smirk fixed to his lips, and he raises an eyebrow defiantly as he meets your eyes.

“As if,” you scoff. You sit up straighter and stretch out your back, glaring slightly at him. “My fans love me. That’s why I’ve got more followers than you on Instagram.”

“Low blow.” Tom isn’t looking so cocky now, as he draws his arms across his chest and pouts at you. You try not to stare at the way his tight black t-shirt clings to the bulge of his arms, but it’s quite difficult: Tom is incredibly attractive. “Plus, that’s barely even true. What are you at? Like, 37 million?”

You delight as you tilt your phone screen towards him, his brown eyes widening in shock as you exclaim, triumphantly, “40!”

Never one to accept defeat so easily, Tom reaches up and wraps his hand around your wrist, his touch keeping your phone in place as he brings his index finger up and begins to scroll through your feed, greedy eyes skimming over the numbers. You stay still, trying not to think about how nice it feels to have him gripping at your skin so tightly. 

“Well, I get more likes than you,” he finally resolves, his words significantly weaker than they’d been previously. When you raise an eyebrow at him, he shrugs. “I do!” 

“No, you don’t.” Disliking the way he seems cocky now, you shuffle up the sofa. The cushions are firm and slightly uncomfortable, but that’s what you get when you’re crammed inside a trailer on a film set. You’re just glad Tom had suggested you spend your lunch break together in his trailer rather than yours -- his, at least, has a working lock on the door and a functioning mini-fridge. “Give me that.” 

He passes you his phone, and you fall to a stop when you’re sitting right beside him, your thighs now pressing together. Your teeth catch at your lower lip as you begin to scroll through Tom’s profile, your irritation slowly rising as you realise that he’s right: he does tend to gather more likes on his posts than you do. 

“Shit,” you mutter defeatedly. You pass him back his phone and lean back, stretching your arms above your head as you groan softly. You can feel him, looking at you with those warm, brown eyes, his stare taking in the curves of your chest and the way you know your nipples strain against the fabric of your white t-shirt, so you make a poised effort to jut your front out just a little further than is truly necessary. When you bring your arms back down to your sides, his eyes find yours, and the way his pupils are blown a little wider brings a smirk to your face. You’d be lying if you said you viewed Tom only as a co-star, or even as just a friend: really, there’s been this palpable, will-they-won’t-they air surrounding the two of you ever since that first day on set. The timing’s never quite been right, but as your gaze shifts between his handsome, seductive grin and his phone, you have a feeling that things may change sooner than you’d imagined.

“How about we settle this, once and for all,” Tom suggests, his words slow as he thinks. His eyebrows pull together as he picks his phone up and presses the small plus button at the bottom of the app, creating a new post. “We have a little competition, right here, right now. Whoever wins gets supreme bragging rights.”

“And what exactly do you have in mind?” 

Tom’s tongue slips across his lower lip, wettening it torturously slowly and his firm gaze settles on your mouth for a quick moment, his lips pulling into a slow smirk as he takes in the way you fluster beneath his gaze. He knows exactly what he’s doing. 

“We both post something, together, at the same time. Whoever gets to a million likes first, wins,” he explains.

“And I can post anything?” 

“Anything you’d like, love.”

Your eyes narrow as the cogs begin the twirl in your mind. “And when I win..?”

“If you win, darling, I’ll let you rub it in my face as much as you’d like.” 

You hum slowly, letting one of your hands fall to Tom’s covered thigh. You feel his muscles flex beneath your touch, and it makes your thoughts darken. “Let’s raise the stakes,” you suggest, “If you really believe in your popularity, that shouldn’t be an issue, right?”

A semblance of hesitation twitches out across his face, but Tom nods nonetheless. “What do you want?”

You let your hand go for a little wander, the tips of your fingers circling up to his knee. You tap a small rhythm over his jeans as you string your words together, doing your best to sound as innocent as possible as you say, “Winner takes all.” 

“Winner...takes all?” 

“If you win, I’ll let you do anything you want to me.” 

Tom’s quiet for a moment, and the silence that envelopes you is charged with the past few weeks of lingering touches, suggestive stares, and building sexual tension. When you drag your eyes from Tom’s knee to his face, you find his cheeks tinted a light rosy red and his forehead pulled tight. His eyes narrow as he looks at you, but then one of his arms moves and wraps around your back, and he’s bringing you in closer. You lean into the touch and find yourself swinging a leg over his thighs, your body shifting in closer as you straddle him. He’s hot and firm beneath you, and you find yourself sinking into his thighs easily. 

“And if you win?” Tom continues, both of his hands now resting on the curve of your waist. His fingers are light, teasing, and you try not to think about them as he drags his touch down to toy with the hem of your shirt.

You let your lips brush up against the shell of his ear as you move closer, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. His cologne is strong and distracting and a sense of lust pushes aside all other logical emotions. “If I win,” you say, whispering into his ear, “I get to do whatever I want to you.” You brush your mouth, feather-light, across the column of his neck, barely leaving a kiss to his skin. 

When you move back, Tom’s face is flushed significantly darker. He tilts his head to the side, his loose curls flopping over his forehead, and he looks so fucking attractive that it’s hard to keep your mind focused when all you can think about is how lovely his head would look, buried between your thighs, or how nice it would sound to hear his deep grunts as he fucks you. 

“You’re on.”

You sit back in his lap as you force your attention back to your phone, ignoring the way your body is slowly rising in temperature. You know exactly what you need to post in order to win, and luckily, you already have the shots edited and saved as a draft; you’d been prepared to post them last night but something had told you to hold back, and now that’s going to play to your advantage. 

“I’m gonna win,” you tell him confidently. “There’s no way you’ll be able to beat me. May as well just throw in the towel now, Holland.”

Tom just hums in response, his eyes fixed firmly to his screen. “We’ll see about that,” he counters. “Are you ready?”

“Not gonna let me see?” You ask, taking stock of the way he’s purposefully angling his phone so you can’t get a sneaky peek. 

“Nope.” His tone is infuriating and the way his eyes twinkle mischievously makes you doubt, for the first time, your ability to win this bet. “Don’t want you getting any big ideas and beating me.”

“Fine,” you grumble. You move your thumb to hover over the post button, eyeing him sceptically. “3.”

“2.”

“1.”

In sync, you press post, watching as Tom does the same. You watch as it takes a moment to load, and then it pops up into the top of your feed. You grin as you refresh, and you see Tom’s post slip up. You can’t help but sigh wistfully as your eyes take in his photo.

It’s so obviously a thirst trap, but fucking hell, you don’t care. He looks glorious. You forget for a moment that you’re straddling the man as you pinch your fingers together and zoom in on the photo, your eager eyes taking in the lines of Tom's sweaty, post-workout body. He’s posing in a mirror, the lighting all dark and mysterious, but the lines of his hard, exercised abs are clear, and his face looks so goddamn sexy pulled into an intense smirk that it makes your panties wet.

“Holy shit,” Tom says. You shake yourself out of your blissed-out thoughts and look up to him, finding him staring at his phone, looking at your post. Your lips quirk into a small smirk as you watch him swallow deeply, his lower lip pulling into his mouth as his eyes examine your photo unabashedly. “When did you become a Calvin Klein model?”

You shrug lightly. “Had a shoot a few weeks back,” you say. “I think the photos turned out quite well, don’t you?” 

You know the photos are bomb. The air on set had been electric, the photographer had been a creative visionary, and you’d felt unbelievably alive the entire time you’d been posing. The branded underwear and bralette clung to your body in just the right way, and for the first time in a long time, you'd felt radiant. The photos capture that completely, and you know that you've probably played dirty - because who can resist a thirst trap? - but you can't bring yourself to feel guilty because Tom's done the same thing. 

He doesn’t give you an answer verbally. Rather, Tom takes one final look at the screen, curses beneath his breath, then tosses his phone aside and pulls you closer. Your centre settles over his crotch and you find yourself raising an eyebrow as you feel his hard cock straining up against his jeans. His hand finds your face, fingers grasping at your chin, and you let him tilt your head towards him, eyes dark and heady. His mouth is close now, his breath warm and smelling of peppermint and lavender, and the temptation to dive right into kissing him is almost overwhelming, but instead, you decide to tease him a little bit.

With a slight smirk on your face, you move in, allowing yourself to grind against his covered crotch as you let your lips kiss at the corner of his mouth. Tom groans softly, the noise rattling straight through your chest and sending excitement rushing between your legs, but you reach up and curl your fingers through his hair, and delight as you continue to kiss around his face, your pecks light, always avoiding where you know he aches to feel you. He lasts a few minutes, his eyes fluttering shut as he allows you to tease him, but as you drop your mouth to his jaw and start to nibble at the sensitive skin there, Tom pushes you away.

“Such a fucking tease, love,” he murmurs, voice dark. One of his hands slips up beneath your t-shirt, skating over the curve of your back. “No bra?”

You give him a slight shrug. “No need,” you say. “You know, you’ve probably just made a million people horny, just from that one picture.” You pause as Tom’s hand skims around to the front of your body, gently, delicately shifting up to cup one of your boobs. A soft hiss passes through your lips as he drags his thumb across your nipple, his touch firm. “You’re quite the specimen, Holland.”

“Could say the same about you, love,” he returns, bringing his second hand beneath your top. He explores your front, and your body responds naturally as you push nearer to him, craving more of his touch. “Better check the likes.”

“Don’t move,” you ask him, ignoring the way his smirk drips with confidence at the words as he continues to play with your breasts. You reach down and pluck up your phone, opening up Instagram and moving to your profile. A loose chuckle falls past your lips. “I’m at 1.2 million,” you brag. 

Tom growls. “What about mine?”

Your smirk is quickly wiped from your face as you find your way to Tom’s profile. “It also has 1.2 million.” You keep refreshing each post, but the numbers are moving too quickly for an outright winner to emerge. “I think we’ve tied,” you’re forced to admit.

Tom’s mouth finds your neck, and he delights in dragging his lips up and over your sensitive skin, kissing softly, deeply, tenderly, letting his teeth occasionally drag over you as you whimper. He makes his way up to your ear, his tongue swirling around your ear lobe, and you have to stifle a moan as he whispers, “guess that means we’re both winners,” in that delicious, husky voice. “C’mere.”

He finally catches your lips in his, his mouth moving fiercely against yours as you return your fingers to his hair. He groans as you pull on his strands, bringing him nearer, kissing him back just as hungrily. Your mind lingers on that image he’d posted, of himself all hot and defined and sweaty, and it brings the heat between your legs to the forefront of your mind as you start to imagine what it’ll be like to see the thing in real life.

His kisses are needy and messy - a collision of teeth and tongue, but you part your lips and you let him push his tongue into your mouth, his hands clinging to your front. As his thumbs skim around your nipples, you grind down against him, every part of you on fire as you let Tom consume you. 

“Is the door locked?” You ask between hot kisses. 

“Fuck,” he says as he breaks away, angling his head back to look at the rickety trailer door. “No.” 

With a reluctant sigh, you catch his lips in a long, hard kiss, and then break away. You’re a little unsteady on your feet as you stagger up, your chest feeling a chill as Tom’s large hands fall away from your skin. You can feel his eyes on your ass as you quickly go to the door and turn the lock, breathing out a sigh of relief as you realise that’s it: no more distractions, only Tom, and you, and hopefully, a fuck so good it rocks your world.

When you turn around, you see that Tom’s moved. He’s ditched the squeaky old sofa in exchange for the small double bed that’s hidden in the corner of the trailer, and he’s laying across it, waggling his eyebrows seductively. You giggle as you approach him, your eyes skating over his bare chest, and you appreciate that he’s taken the time to pull off his top and jeans, and you scramble to do the same.

“If it’s a tie,” Tom mumbles, as he wraps you in his arms and presses you down into the mattress. His arms go either side of your head, his eyes skating across your naked chest. “I think it’s only fair we each get something that we want.”

You let your hand wander down his body, your fingers curving over his abs before grasping at his length over his boxers. The groan that rumbles up his throat makes you catch your lower lip between your teeth. “Seems fair,” you concede, a smirk lilting at your lips as he grinds down against your hand, pushing his aching member further into your touch.

“What do you want me to do?” He asks you. 

You kiss him a few times as you ponder his question. There are about a thousand things you’d like Tom to do to you. 

“Might be nice if you ate me out,” you say finally. The man raises a ruffled eyebrow as he slides down your body, grinning. His fingers push into the soft flesh of your inner thighs as he spreads them apart, face level with your hot core. A shy smile on his face, he maintains eye contact with you as he presses a gentle, dry kiss to your covered clit. “Fuck, Tom.” 

He’s a tease. For a while, he seems to enjoy kissing everywhere but your centre, always lingering just over or beside your silk panties. By the time he hooks his fingers beneath the waistband and tugs them down your legs, you’re throbbing and wet, and you’re so sensitive that you’re thrusting down to meet him the second you feel his tongue dragging through your slit. 

“Taste so good,” he coos, voice muffled by your heat. He wraps his arms around your thighs and holds you in place as the wide, flat expanse of his tongue leaves bold stripes up your centre, exploring and poking at your slick folds. He’s attentive — keeps an eye on you and notes the way you respond as he does certain things, and within no time at all, he’s got you moaning and squirming. The sensation of his tongue as it firms and slips into your aching hole, or as it sucks and flicks around your clit is sensational, and the fact that it’s Tom makes it a thousand times better. 

“Shit, Tom, you- fuck, you feel so good.” Your hands twist around his curls, finding relief as you tug at his strands whenever his tongue caresses you particularly strongly. “You’re gonna make me cum.” 

Your words seem to spur him on, and as you make brief eye contact with him and see your juices soaking his chin, you realise that’s exactly what he wants. Tom slips two fingers into your flushed entrance and coaxes up against your back wall, fucking you roughly as his tongue continues to twist around your clit. 

“Cum for me, love,” he urges, speaking against your slit. “Want to watch you fall apart for me, gorgeous girl.” 

You’re seeing stars before you know it, your legs tensing and your mouth falling open as you cry out, Tom’s fingers and tongue working you through it. He makes out with your heat like there’s no tomorrow, the obscene sounds mixing with the way his fingers twist and thrust, and it’s got to be one of the best orgasms of your life because you’re still shaking from the aftershocks even as he’s pulled his fingers from your cunt and pushed them into his mouth. His eye contact is unwavering as he licks his fingers clean, a dirty twinkle dancing in his eye. 

“Fuck,” is all you can muster, your chest still heaving. Tom falls to rest beside you, and you’re quick to turn and move up to straddle him, enjoying the view of his flushed body as you grind your soaked centre over his boxers. “I guess it’s time that I return the favour, Tom. What would you like me to do?” 

You run your fingers over the grooves of Tom’s muscular abdomen, admiring the lines of his abs as his hands wander your sides, drawing up to find your boobs again. You raise an eyebrow and draw a lovely, rattling chuckle from his mouth. 

“Sorry, love, can't help myself.” He rolls your nipples between his fingers teasingly, smirking as you whimper. “There are so many things I’d like you to do…” One hand moves and he cups the back of your head to pull you in. Your lips connect in a deep kiss and you shift against him, his muffled moan sinking into your mouth as he bucks up against you. “I think I’d like you to ride me.” 

“You think?” 

Tom moves his hands to the curve of your bare ass and he squeezes softly over your skin, nudging the line of his strong cock further into your slit. “Y/N,” he says, eyes flooding with heat as you teasingly rock down against him, “I need to feel you. Been waiting- fuck, been thinking about you on top of me for months.” 

You reach down and pull his boxers down his legs, returning to settle in his lap with a smirk on your face. “Who am I to deny that?” You ask, voice sultry. “Condom?” 

Tom reaches out and rummages through a nearby drawer, procuring a silver packet with a grin. 

“You fuck a lot of people in this bed, Tom?” 

He splutters, and you feel bad for a moment, until he says boldly, “Not been with anyone since I met you.” 

You raise an eyebrow, ignoring the way it makes your heart beat a little faster in your chest to hear those words. “Me neither,” you admit. Then you take the condom wrapper from his hand and rip it open, and the mood shifts as you wrap your hand around his length and give him a few pumps, Tom groaning deliciously in response. Once he’s full and hard, you pinch the tip of the condom and roll it down his length, settling yourself over him a moment later. You grind down for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of his rock hard tip rubbing over your clit. 

“Please, love.” 

You see the desperation on Tom’s face and quell it with a long kiss. Your hand guides his length between your legs and you sit back on him slowly, moaning into his mouth as he fills you up completely. Your lips separate, and for an aching moment, your foreheads are pressed together, and there’s an air of unspoken silence hanging between you as you get a little lost in his deep brown eyes. You swallow deeply, the emotions stirring in your heart making you nervous, so you quickly kiss him again, and then his hands are on your waist and he’s guiding you along. 

It’s electric. As your bodies connect and you gradually begin to move faster together, you find yourself getting lost in it. You drag your lips over Tom’s necks and collarbones, kissing him and sucking lightly, and enjoying the quiet whimpers that fall from his pink lips. His hands explore you, grabbing at your ass, or your boobs, before one of them settles permanently between your legs and toys with your clit. His fingers work magic as his hips jut up to meet yours, the combination of your movements allowing his cock to hit nice and deep inside you. 

You wonder why it’s taken you so long to do this with him. Tom’s eyes watch you intently, notes of adoration mixing with his obvious arousal. At some point, his free hand stretches out and tangles with yours, and then your intertwined fingers fall to the mattress and you find his lips with yours as you begin to build towards your high. His grip on your hand keeps you anchored, even as you begin to get lost in the hazy pleasure of it all, his body twitching slightly as your walls start to squeeze him. 

“G’nna cum,” you manage, voice thick. Your clit pulses beneath his fingers. “Fuck, Tom, you feel so good in me. Love your cock.” 

He kisses you harshly, but it fades to a softer kiss as you hold your mouth against him. “Let go, baby,” he urges, “‘m close too. Want to feel you, darling.” 

It’s the way he grinds down to meet your bounce as his fingers rub your slick clit that has your breath hitching and your orgasm rippling across you. You don’t even try to stay quiet as you rock against him, his length brushing over your walls perfectly, and his face screws into a picture of orgasmic bliss as he cums with a splutter, his grip on your hand tightening as a string of curses fall past his lips. 

A deep breath escapes you when you collapse beside Tom, your body blissed out and tingling warmly. A smile springs across your face as he brings your joined hands to his mouth, kissing over your knuckles softly. It’s so gentle and loving that you find yourself looking at Tom a little differently, his lips now appearing alluring and inviting, and the shaggy curls resting across his forehead endearing. You inch closer to him subconsciously, and one of his arms wraps around your shoulders to keep you against him. 

“So,” he says, voice a little uncertain, lacking that normal charismatic charm. “That was…”

“Life-changing,” you suggest, punctuating it with a light laugh. 

Tom nods, large hand shifting over your bare back. “You could say that.” His eyes focus on your lips for a moment, before he moves in and lets his mouth press across your forehead. “Would you want to… go on a date with me, sometime?”

You draw your lower lip between your teeth as you nod bashfully, finally allowing yourself to feel the butterflies that twinkle in your heart every time you see him. 

“I’d really like that,” you admit. You press a kiss to the top of his shoulder before snuggling down, wrapping your arms around his warm chest as he holds you near. “I’d say this was a pretty good outcome to our bet, wouldn’t you?” 

Tom chuckles. “Yeah,” he says. “I’d say we’re both winners.” 

He kisses your temple, lips soft, and you know that he’s right: you feel like the luckiest woman in the world, to be held in his arms like this, to have felt him so intimately, to have his heart held in your hands, even if you don’t quite know it yet. 

“Definitely,” you agree. “I couldn’t think of a better prize.” 

And he kisses you then, mouth meeting yours in a slow burn of new love, and you know that he agrees with you wholeheartedly. 

[spinster-sisters]

[8:24pm] kys

TW: praise, sir kink but thats more circumstantial that anything else, Boss! Yeosang, Employee! reader, oral fem receiving. 

this came to me in a dream while i was napping today, thought id share.

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Yeosang seemed to be the perfect boss to everyone but you. To everyone else, he was understanding and kind but every day he gave you more work than could be finished in a day, making you stay till well past dark until it was just you and him on the floor. You had always thought it was because he disliked you, but that couldn't be farther from the truth.

As the boss, he would always stay late into the night, and despite how tiring it was looking out of his office window to see your concentrated face was enough to put him in a good mood. He thought you were easily one of the smartest people working for him and the fact you were gorgeous only added to his infatuation. Yeah, it was probably mean to make you stay later just so he could look at you, but sometimes he didn't care.

Tonight was one of those nights, it was completely dark outside and the lights of your computer screen was burning your eyes. You had just finished your final task of the day and leaned back into your chair to rub your eyes. But when you pulled your hand away from your face your boss stood in front of your desk. It spooked you a bit but you regained your composure, sitting up straight in your chair and looking at him expectantly. His face was unreadable in the florescent lights and the silence was defending.

"I just finished my work for the night, sir, I was going to head home," you explained. He kept staring.

"What was it you were working on?" He asked deadpan, smoothing his suit jacket.

"Oh just finishing up the weekly report for Anderson," you rushed to explain. He didn't seem to be in a good mood. He hummed.

"Mind if I take a look?"

"Of course sir ill send it over right now," you spoke leaning back over your computer.

"There's no need," he replied, taking several long steps around your desk to stand behind you. One of his hands took rested on your shoulder as the man himself leaned over to look at your computer, you couldn't help but jump.

You held your breath while he read over the page slowly his own breath tickling the back of your ear as he read. Somewhere halfway down the page, the fingers on your shoulder began playing with the fabric of your blouse, sometimes digging into your flesh in a remarkably relaxing way. As the relief spread the tiniest noise of gratitude left you, but it wasn't until after it came out that you realized it sounded like a moan. Your eyes snapped to his sculpted side profile looking for any sign that he heard it and the faintest hint of a smirk told you he did.

Finally, he pulled back, but his hand stayed on you. You breathed deeply again, now blushing violently.

"Well done" you waited for more but when none came you found your voice to ask,

"May I go home now sir?" You turned to look at him.

"Not quite yet," this time his smirk was anything but faint. You felt dread dripping into your stomach of what else he could conjure up to keep you there.

"I don't think I have ever shown you any appreciation for the work you do for me,"

You almost got whiplash from how quickly you went from fear to confusion.

"Oh there is no need, sir," you reasoned, thinking this might be a trick question. You began to stand up but his other hand came down onto your other shoulder keeping you in your chair. He leaned down to eye level now smiling wickedly.

"I insist,"

You faced forward, desperately looking around the room, scared someone will walk in and see this scene but there was no one else on the floor to notice. You felt his breath on the back of your neck and before you could react he kissed the nape of your neck. You halted.

"I don't think I have ever told you just how much I appreciate you," his lips were trailing up your neck leaving more kisses as he spoke and his hands ran up and down your arms soothingly, " I would like to show you that appreciation if you'd like?" He asked lips now pressing gently into the shell of your ear. The silence hung heavy for a moment.

"Id like that,"

Those words were all it took for Yeosang to spin your chair around and crash your lips together, kissing you desperately. He was messaging your side while pulling you off the chair and onto the clear side of your desk. In only a moment later your boss had dropped to his knees in front of you and with both hands pulling your legs apart he spoke.

"You have been oh, so good. Sweetheart." He praised. You let spread you open, hanging on his words.

"Have I? You asked quietly.

His lips trailed up your legs. Leaving feather-light kisses.

"Oh, yes. You have been so good." His breath fanned over your clothed heat. His eyes meet your own.

"You deserve a reward."

You practically swooned, then nodded quickly. He flashed his first real smile that has never been directed at you before.

You let him pull your clothes off your bottom half, leaving you bare on the cold wood of the desk. He looked at you one last time for reassurance, which you gave in the form of a blushed smile.

It only took a moment for him to dive into your heat. Spreading you as wide as you could go and holding your legs apart he licked a flat stripe over your dripping cunt. You whined loudly as there was no one to hear and the sound was music to his ears.

He lapped at you graciously, tongue dipping between your folds to lick up where to wetness was sending out. Your head was thrown back in an instant and your hands curled into his hair. Every time his lips came into contact with your now sopping wetness more whines pulled out of you. His mouth was working wonders on you. His wet muscle playing with the sensitive bud, gently swirling it in circles before latching on sucking. You were breathless. The vice grip he had on your legs kept you from moving despite how much your body desired to clamp his head between your thighs and keep him there. But instead, you were spread wide for him.

He pulled back for a moment to admire your swollen pussy lips and the mess they were making on the desk.

"You're doing so well. You little cunt giving me all I want." His finger dipped down to run against the wet wood. He rubbed the finger against his others before dipping it into you. You cried out especially loud, yanking at his roots. You could hear him chuckle before diving back in, licking and sucking around where his finger was pumping in and out of you. Your orgasm was steadily building with each stroke of his hand or swipe of his tongue. Not to mention the squelching sounds that were coming from his work.

A second slim finger pushed inside of you.

"Sir, I think I'm gonna," was all you could say.

"I know sweetheart, your gonna cum on my fingers. That's ok, you've been so good for me."

Your hips were now rolling up to meet his face. His mouth latched onto the bud once again and nibbled gently on it. Not enough to hurt, just enough to feel the pressure and it made you snap.

You were cumming only a few seconds later. You were moaning unashamedly. Every wave of pleasure bringing more cries past your lips. You could feel the wetness spreading out even more on the desk as you bucked up into his still working mouth but he didn't seem to care, focusing instead on pulling more and more noises out of you.

And so it happened that you came to enjoy working late. Because Yeosang was very appreciative of all your work, and sometimes would reward it for you.

[prose-for-hire]

Be still my spooky heart

Pairing: Giles x fem!reader

Request: Sorry this isnt a request for the halloween prompts but I wanted to request a female reader x Giles prompt where the reader is alternative/goth and they're bullied and find sanctuary at the library where they keep to themselves and enjoy the peace and quiet of the library where they can read about spooky things and catch up on their studies ...I'm requesting specifically because I start college again soon and there some people there that make me feel unwelcome and Giles is a current comfort

Requested by: @stardust-strange​ - I’m so sorry this took so long love💜

Warning: Discussion of bullying. Reader gets physically injured, but not at anybody else’s hand. Tiniest ever blood mention.

You had always had a love for the alternative. You had a love for all things dark and spooky. It was so fascinating. You adored gothic fashion and notions. It was a beauty that sometimes it felt that only you saw.  

Your clothing reflected this love of yours. You enjoyed wearing black, pairing different styles to your taste. You had always worn alternative clothing. It was the way that you expressed yourself. It made you feel good, made you happy.

You were happy with the way you dressed. It looked good. But other people didn’t really seem to get it. In fact, they took an almost instant dislike to you for it. Some gave you strange looks whilst others hurled insults at you.

You held your head high for the most part, you weren’t doing anything wrong. All you were doing was expressing yourself (and looking super cool while you were doing it). But some days it really got you down.

It got so bad sometimes that you had to hide. In the bathrooms or somewhere private you found on campus. Because the group grew in their hatred of you almost every day it seemed.

Some days you just left. Not turning up to classes, not daring to show your face. Less you face a fate worse than death itself. Your reality, that is.

Often, you could be found leaving the college campus and walking back there. To your safe space.

Your safe place was your old High school’s library. You could spend hours in there. You would read of such brilliant worlds. Both fiction and otherwise. You enjoyed reading about the goriest demons. The worst ones, with the most horrific pasts. Stories and myths. You loved it all. The creepier the better. It fascinated you. It spoke to your very essence.

This was where you were doing today. You were scurrying towards the library. You couldn’t explain it, but it made you feel safe. He made you feel safe.

Protected. From cruel eyes and harsh barbs that people threw your way. With him, it didn’t feel so bad. With him, you felt like you could fight another day.

Giles was your old high school librarian and you had fallen for him. Deeply. Your feelings increasing since you left the school. You barely ever stopped thinking about him. You were closer to graduating college now and yet you still snuck in the school when Snyder wasn’t paying attention.

He was always happy to see you. So welcoming. Warm and affectionate. More so than he was with anyone else, although you didn’t realise it. You usually slipped in, hiding between the stacks. Some days he found you and sat with you. A comfortable silence.

Others, he would let you have your space and wait for you to come and find him. You knew you could always talk to him. No matter what.

He loved your fascination for the macabre. That you would always tackle the heaviest books. Horror and life and death. Fantasy becoming alive in your mind.

He thought your style was brilliant. He would have worn the same should he not be attached to suits in the way he was now. He thought you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Your style only accentuating your distinctive features.

His heart soared when he saw that you were there, but when he realised that you were upset it hurt him. Almost as deep as it appeared to on your face. It cut worse than a knife through the chest. Than poison to the heart.

Today, was one of those days. A sad one. Your eyes welling when you arrived, his face that had been upturned into a wry smile upon your appearance in his day instantly dropped when he saw your demeanour. The way you curled in upon yourself. The way you hissed sharply at any wrong movement because of the pain.

You had embarrassed yourself, in front of them all. They had laughed, jeered. Shame had you in a chokehold. Their hatred for you cutting off your circulation. Sobs catching in your throat.

You had fallen over, stumbling over your own feet. In the middle of the lecture hall before the professor started.

They laughed. Whispered and jeered at you. Some clapped and shouted. Their voices becoming louder. You felt so humiliated. They spoke of how much of a freak you were. How much you stuck out from the crowd. How much they hated you for it without knowing you. Just because you didn’t fit their idealised mould.

You had skinned your knee. Blood running down your leg, ripping your tights even more than they usually were. You scooped yourself up, leaving the lecture room as fast as you could hobble away.

Tears stung the back of your eyes. Vision blurred. The heavy stream rolling down your face. You could taste it. Salty sadness almost drowning you.

His kind hand lead you to his office. His love cradled you, his deep-rooted care reaching every pore. Every inch of your being. He scanned your tear-stained face.

His jaw tensed, his eyes barely holding the anger that was hidden behind. He needed to know if someone had done this. Had hurt you in this way. He made sure to keep it below the surface, his care at the forefront. His tensing jaw barely hidden as he took your shaking hand in both of his.

“What happened, Y/n?”

“I-“ You shook your head, waves of sobs making your entire body shudder. His eyes shone, he had never seen you this way. You usually wouldn’t show him just how much they hurt you. It broke him. His hands soothingly rubbing against yours.

“If they have laid a hand on you, I will bloody well-” You shook your head quickly, words failing you. Eyes widening at his biting attitude. He was trying to push it under the surface, silencing it until he knew the facts. But when he cared this deeply, when he knew in his very heart that he would near fight the sun had it cast upon your face wrong - this anger could never dissipate.

You deserved the world. You deserved kindness and light. Compassion and adoration. Everything he had wanted to give you, to say to you. You deserved love.

As you began to explain, knowing there was no immediate physical harm waiting outside the walls he could relax. But only slightly. He sat you down and leaned to take out his medical box, opening it. You watched his fingers sort through the bandages and antiseptic.

He gestured, as if asking permission to assist. You nodded through your still burning tears.

He knelt before you, a soothing hand on your thigh briefly before he realised and reluctantly slid his hand from your skin. You leaned in further despite the discomfort at your slight pain, wishing to feel his warm, comforting hand on you again.

But he moved to focus on the now dried wound on your knee. It wasn’t so deep, but the wound was more emotional from what you had explained. Still, he wished to treat you as if you were the only person in the world. In his world.

He began to clean the wound, wiping the dried blood from your knee. He focused with such dedication. Every stroke a practice in devotion. He was so in tune with you.

He hated it when you hissed, his hand resting on your shin now. The touch soothing. With his touch, your tears began to dry.

He pushed his anger way down, deciding that he would save it for when you were gone. When he could ask Willow to hack into the campus register and find the names of those that cause you such pain. Find a way to make them hurt the way they had made you hurt.

No, don’t be rash.

Right now, everything was about you. It was always about you. You were in his every thought. Every movement. Such attention, such dutiful caress.  He rubbed your leg softly, his fingertips barely brushing your skin but you felt it in your very soul.

His mind would tell him later he had done too much. Been too familiar. When you may not feel the same. But he had such care to give. Such love to lay upon you. He had to show you this tenderness.

He bandaged your wound. The intimacy of this action made you sigh softly, your tears in your eyes but your mind now consumed by him.

When he finished dressing your wound with those nimble fingers, he didn’t move from where he was knelt before you.

He stared into your eyes, his words lost. He just gazed in awe. Even in your sorrow, you were strong. Even at a low he found you ethereal. A woman that would not be torn down by this. That could accept his assistance but still stand strong on your own. He admired you for it.

His touch had been tender and you felt yourself missing this contact. As if he read your mind, your most intimate thoughts he rose to his feet. But not before he leaned into you.

Pressing a sweet kiss against your forehead. Feather-light. You closed your eyes, again leaning into his touch. You wanted to grip him and pull him into you. Kiss his lips, allow him to know you. Feel you. But you couldn’t, not today.

Not after you had shared this moment with him. You were still dizzy from even the gentlest contact he had bestowed upon you.

Maybe one day. When you weren’t so reliant on what you already had now. You adored him, needed him. Couldn’t dare ruin this. Lose this.

You loved him and this was the very moment that you realised. You wouldn’t know for months from now that he felt exactly the same.

[luck-and-larceny]

Lesser Greek Deities: Malika

[R U L E S ] Bold what applies. Italicize sometimes. Strikeout never. Tag some friends to play along! && repost don’t reblog!

[ S C O R I N G N O T E S ] I gave bold 1.0 points, italics 0.5 points, and strikeouts 0.0 points.

[ E R O S ]:  • scornful jealousy • pink • presents a certain decorum • heavy air in a nightclub • has a tattoo they regret • sex & love therapist for their friends • juvenescent • uses enchantments • aloof • wears rose-coloured glasses • velvet, latex, & lingerie • milk baths with champagne bubbles • impetuous in love • intense eye contact is a sport • kinky • soft lips • wears stacked rings • sets fashion trends • graceful movements • marble floors • heavy perfume or cologne • deeply emotional • born glamorous • [T O T A L : 9]

[ H E C A T E ]:  • prefers canine companions • wears symbolic jewelry • can see spirits • melting wax • uses hexes • feels most comfortable at night • smell of cinnamon • moonlight • red wine • understands poisons & herbs • collects bones or feathers • partakes in rituals • black • fog at night • is aware of their shadow self • embraces the unknown • enjoys collecting secrets • approves of necromancy • meditates • has prophetic dreams • lace • knowing too many secrets • fishnet stockings  • [T O T A L : 11]

[ PAN ]:  • enjoys poetry & prose • wool • smell of decaying leaves in autumn • prefers to be barefoot  • tends to overindulge  • easily excitable • thriving in social circles • loves being around campfire  • antlers • dirt paths • the sound of wind chimes • penchant for sticky fingers • pine trees • stamina for days • falls in lust • vagabond • physically stronger than given credit for • foxglove • welcomes luxury • non-confrontational • charming words • talking to animals • nature for jewelry • [T O T A L : 9]

[ NEMESIS ]:  • angry • protective of their values • balance & harmony • looks like an angel but isn’t • more perceptive than people realize • snow capped mountains • grey • wears leather • silver jewelry • likes snakes • can’t stand ignorance • believes in retribution • analytical of own emotions • well read • marble columns • has very rigid morals • bruised knuckles • humorous under the sarcasm • clean workspace • everything in moderation • cold morning air • resting glare face • fluent in curse words  • [T O T A L : 5 ]

[ HYPNOS ]:  • very calm demeanor • easily overwhelmed • relaxing is their vice • transactional friendships • has a soft voice • head in the clouds • carries drugs with them • has a sibling they’re close with • drawn to winged animals • lavender • has plush furniture/blankets  • starry eyed • horrible money management  • gives amazing hugs • dreaming big as a full time job • wears comfy or loose clothes • existential questions • not good at memory based skills • fairy lights • can’t sleep somewhere unfamiliar • crystalline chandeliers • dislikes bright sun • fluttering eyelashes  • [T O T A L : 9.5]

[ IRIS ]:  • life’s a technicolor spectrum • has a lot to say • beaming smiles • always has candy with them • flirting by accident • walking to the beat of their own drum • gossamer curtains • has a surprising amount of connections • blushes very easily • confident laughter • uses a staff • fresh fruit slices • decorated handwritten letters • a social chameleon • blood made of honey • treating people with kindness • sentimental heart  • vases full of wildflowers • feels fulfilled when helping others • has a healing aura • always traveling • stained glass windows • just trying to be a good person  • [T O T A L : 10]

Hecate?? Well. That’s a surprise! I think we can just mostly blame her being a Keeper for part of that (moonlight and preferring the night).

tagged by: @rosie-n-krantz​ (Thank you!)

tagging: @dumb-hat, @kestrelvylbrand, @argentrenard , @the-wanted-man, @adanceineorzea, @thefreelanceangel, @shadowofthejackal, @idocrimez, @starforger, @cigarettes-n-daisies, @zhauric, @halcyonic-aether, @corpse-dancer, @azure-seadragon, @phoebe-of-ivalice, @amorthonblackwood, @katalinhunter, @unabashedrebel​, @reiyah-ffxiv​ and really anybody that sees this and thinks it would be fun!

[zhauric]

Lesser Greek Deities: Asande Stormborn

[ S C O R I N G N O T E S ] I gave bold 1.0 points, italics 0.5 points, and strikeouts 0.0 points.

[ E R O S ]:  • scornful jealousy • pink • presents a certain decorum • heavy air in a nightclub • has a tattoo they regret • sex & love therapist for their friends • juvenescent • uses enchantments • aloof • wears rose-coloured glasses • velvet, latex, & lingerie • milk baths with champagne bubbles • impetuous in love • intense eye contact is a sport • kinky • soft lips • wears stacked rings • sets fashion trends • graceful movements • marble floors • heavy perfume or cologne • deeply emotional • born glamorous • [T O T A L : 7.5]

[ H E C A T E ]:  • prefers canine companions • wears symbolic jewelry • can see spirits • melting wax • uses hexes • feels most comfortable at night • smell of cinnamon • moonlight • red wine • understands poisons & herbs • collects bones or feathers • partakes in rituals • black • fog at night • is aware of their shadow self • embraces the unknown • enjoys collecting secrets • approves of necromancy • meditates • has prophetic dreams • lace • knowing too many secrets • fishnet stockings  • [T O T A L : 12.0]

[ PAN ]:  • enjoys poetry & prose • wool • smell of decaying leaves in autumn • prefers to be barefoot  • tends to overindulge  • easily excitable • thriving in social circles • loves being around campfire  • antlers • dirt paths • the sound of wind chimes • penchant for sticky fingers • pine trees • stamina for days • falls in lust • vagabond • physically stronger than given credit for • foxglove • welcomes luxury • non-confrontational • charming words • talking to animals • nature for jewelry • [T O T A L : 14]

[ NEMESIS ]:  • angry • protective of their values • balance & harmony • looks like an angel but isn’t • more perceptive than people realize • snow capped mountains • grey • wears leather • silver jewelry • likes snakes • can’t stand ignorance • believes in retribution • analytical of own emotions • well read • marble columns • has very rigid morals • bruised knuckles • humorous under the sarcasm • clean workspace • everything in moderation • cold morning air • resting glare face • fluent in curse words  • [T O T A L : 12.5 ]

[ HYPNOS ]:  • very calm demeanor • easily overwhelmed • relaxing is their vice • transactional friendships • has a soft voice • head in the clouds • carries drugs with them • has a sibling they’re close with • drawn to winged animals • lavender • has plush furniture/blankets  • starry eyed • horrible money management  • gives amazing hugs • dreaming big as a full time job • wears comfy or loose clothes • existential questions • not good at memory based skills • fairy lights • can’t sleep somewhere unfamiliar • crystalline chandeliers • dislikes bright sun • fluttering eyelashes  • [T O T A L : 8.5]

[ IRIS ]:  • life’s a technicolor spectrum • has a lot to say • beaming smiles • always has candy with them • flirting by accident • walking to the beat of their own drum • gossamer curtains • has a surprising amount of connections • blushes very easily • confident laughter • uses a staff • fresh fruit slices • decorated handwritten letters • a social chameleon • blood made of honey • treating people with kindness • sentimental heart  • vases full of wildflowers • feels fulfilled when helping others • has a healing aura • always traveling • stained glass windows • just trying to be a good person  • [T O T A L : 11.5]

Tagged by: @luck-and-larceny @the-wanted-man My thanks again.

Tagging: @femininemonk @mteshi-ffxiv @azure-seadragon @phoebe-of-ivalice @fair-fae  @jenessa-mercier​ @ivyffxiv​

[hiraethwyl]

Lesser Dieties: Lyrin’a Muinvel

[R U L E S ] Bold what applies. Italicize sometimes. Strikeout never.

[ E R O S ]:  • scornful jealousy • pink • presents a certain decorum • heavy air in a nightclub • has a tattoo they regret • sex & love • therapist for their friends • juvenescent • uses enchantments • aloof • wears rose-coloured glasses • velvet, latex, & lingerie • milk baths with champagne bubbles • impetuous in love • intense eye contact is a sport • kinky • soft lips • wears stacked rings • sets fashion trends • graceful movements • marble floors • heavy perfume or cologne • deeply emotional • born glamorous •

[ H E C A T E ]:  • prefers canine companions • wears symbolic jewelery • can see spirits • melting wax • uses hexes • feels most comfortable at night • smell of cinnamon • moonlight • red wine • understands poisons & herbs • collects bones or feathers • partakes in rituals • black • fog at night • is aware of their shadow self • embraces the unknown • enjoys collecting secrets • approves of necromancy • meditates• has prophetic dreams • lace • knowing too many secrets • fishnet stockings •

[ P A N ]:  • enjoys poetry & prose • wool • smell of decaying leaves in autumn • prefers to be barefoot • tends to overindulge  • easily excitable • thriving in social circles • loves being around campfire  • antlers • dirt paths • the sound of wind chimes • penchant for sticky fingers • pine trees • stamina for days • falls in lust • vagabond • physically stronger than given credit for • foxglove • welcomes luxury • non-confrontational • charming words • talking to animals • nature for jewelry •

[ N E M E S I S ]:  • angry • protective of their values • balance & harmony • looks like an angel but isn’t • more perceptive than people realize • snow capped mountains • grey • wears leather • silver jewelry • likes snakes • can’t stand ignorance • believes in retribution • analytical of own emotions • well read • marble columns • has very rigid morals • bruised knuckles • humorous under the sarcasm • clean workspace • everything in moderation • cold morning air • resting glare face • fluent in curse words •

[ H Y P N O S ]:  • very calm demeanor • easily overwhelmed • relaxing is their vice • transactional friendships • has a soft voice • head in the clouds • carries drugs with them • has a sibling they’re close with • drawn to winged animals • lavender • has plush furniture/blankets • starry eyed • horrible money management • gives amazing hugs • dreaming big as a full time job • wears comfy or loose clothes • existential questions • not good at memory based skills • fairy lights • can’t sleep somewhere unfamiliar • crystalline chandeliers • dislikes bright sun • fluttering eyelashes •

[ I R I S ]:  • life’s a technicolor spectrum • has a lot to say • beaming smiles • always has candy with them • flirting by accident • walking to the beat of their own drum • gossamer curtains • has a surprising amount of connections • blushes very easily • confident laughter • uses a staff • fresh fruit slices • decorated handwritten letters • a social chameleon • blood made of honey • treating people with kindness • sentimental heart • vases full of wildflowers • feels fulfilled when helping others • has a healing aura • always traveling • stained glass windows • just trying to be a good person •

tagged: @houserosaire

tagging: @roses-and-grimoires @marius-vieremont @theforestsquiet @punches-and-cream-puffs

[shadow-and-quill]

Lesser Deities: Ritsuka

[R U L E S ] Bold what applies. Italicize sometimes. Strikeout never.

[ E R O S ]:  • scornful jealousy • pink • presents a  certain decorum • heavy air in a nightclub • has a tattoo they regret •  sex & love  • therapist for their friends • juvenescent • uses  enchantments • aloof • wears rose-coloured glasses • velvet, latex,  & lingerie • milk baths with champagne bubbles • impetuous in love • intense eye contact is a sport • kinky • soft lips • wears stacked  rings • sets fashion trends • graceful movements • marble floors • heavy  perfume or cologne • deeply emotional • born glamorous •

[  H E C A T E ]:  • prefers canine companions • wears symbolic jewellery  • can see spirits • melting wax • uses hexes • feels most comfortable  at night • smell of cinnamon • moonlight • red wine • understands  poisons & herbs • collects bones or feathers • partakes in rituals • black • fog at night • is aware of their shadow self • embraces the  unknown • enjoys collecting secrets • approves of necromancy • meditates  • has prophetic dreams • lace • knowing too many secrets • fishnet  stockings •

[ P A N ]:  • enjoys poetry &  prose • wool • smell of decaying leaves in autumn • prefers to be  barefoot • tends to overindulge  • easily excitable • thriving in  social circles • loves being around campfire  • antlers • dirt paths •  the sound of wind chimes • penchant for sticky fingers • pine trees •  stamina for days • falls in lust • vagabond • physically stronger than  given credit for • foxglove • welcomes luxury • non-confrontational •  charming words • talking to animals • nature for jewellery •

[ N E M E S I S ]:  • angry • protective of their values • balance &  harmony • looks like an angel but isn’t • more perceptive than people  realize • snow capped mountains • grey • wears leather • silver  jewellery • likes snakes • can’t stand ignorance • believes in  retribution • analytical of own emotions • well read • marble columns •  has very rigid morals • bruised knuckles • humorous under the sarcasm •  clean workspace • everything in moderation • cold morning air • resting  glare face • fluent in curse words •

[ H Y P N O S  ]:  • very calm demeanour • easily overwhelmed • relaxing is their vice •  transactional friendships • has a soft voice • head in the clouds •  carries drugs with them • has a sibling they’re close with • drawn to  winged animals • lavender • has plush furniture/blankets • starry eyed •  horrible money management • gives amazing hugs • dreaming big as a  full time job • wears comfy or loose clothes • existential questions •  not good at memory based skills • fairy lights • can’t sleep somewhere  unfamiliar • crystalline chandeliers • dislikes bright sun • fluttering  eyelashes •

[ I R I S ]:  • life’s a technicolour  spectrum • has a lot to say • beaming smiles • always has candy with  them • flirting by accident • walking to the beat of their own drum •  gossamer curtains • has a surprising amount of connections • blushes  very easily • confident laughter • uses a staff • fresh fruit slices •  decorated handwritten letters • a social chameleon • blood made of honey  • treating people with kindness • sentimental heart • vases full of  wildflowers • feels fulfilled when helping others • has a healing aura •  always travelling • stained glass windows • just trying to be a good  person • (Stolen from @houserosaire​ )

[houserosaire]

Lesser Deities: Silvaineaux Rosaire

[R U L E S ] Bold what applies. Italicize sometimes. Strikeout never.

[ E R O S ]:  • scornful jealousy • pink • presents a certain decorum • heavy air in a nightclub • has a tattoo they regret • sex & love • therapist for their friends • juvenescent • uses enchantments • aloof • wears rose-coloured glasses • velvet, latex, & lingerie • milk baths with champagne bubbles • impetuous in love • intense eye contact is a sport • kinky • soft lips • wears stacked rings • sets fashion trends • graceful movements • marble floors • heavy perfume or cologne • deeply emotional • born glamorous •

[ H E C A T E ]:  • prefers canine companions • wears symbolic jewellery • can see spirits • melting wax • uses hexes • feels most comfortable at night • smell of cinnamon • moonlight • red wine • understands poisons & herbs • collects bones or feathers • partakes in rituals • black • fog at night • is aware of their shadow self • embraces the unknown • enjoys collecting secrets • approves of necromancy • meditates • has prophetic dreams • lace • knowing too many secrets • fishnet stockings •

[ P A N ]:  • enjoys poetry & prose • wool • smell of decaying leaves in autumn • prefers to be barefoot • tends to overindulge  • easily excitable • thriving in social circles • loves being around campfire  • antlers • dirt paths • the sound of wind chimes • penchant for sticky fingers • pine trees • stamina for days • falls in lust • vagabond • physically stronger than given credit for • foxglove • welcomes luxury • non-confrontational • charming words • talking to animals • nature for jewellery •

[ N E M E S I S ]:  • angry • protective of their values • balance & harmony • looks like an angel but isn’t • more perceptive than people realize • snow capped mountains • grey • wears leather • silver jewellery • likes snakes • can’t stand ignorance • believes in retribution • analytical of own emotions • well read • marble columns • has very rigid morals • bruised knuckles • humorous under the sarcasm • clean workspace • everything in moderation • cold morning air • resting glare face • fluent in curse words •

[ H Y P N O S ]:  • very calm demeanour • easily overwhelmed • relaxing is their vice • transactional friendships • has a soft voice • head in the clouds • carries drugs with them • has a sibling they’re close with • drawn to winged animals • lavender • has plush furniture/blankets • starry eyed • horrible money management • gives amazing hugs • dreaming big as a full time job • wears comfy or loose clothes • existential questions • not good at memory based skills • fairy lights • can’t sleep somewhere unfamiliar • crystalline chandeliers • dislikes bright sun • fluttering eyelashes •

[ I R I S ]:  • life’s a technicolour spectrum • has a lot to say • beaming smiles • always has candy with them • flirting by accident • walking to the beat of their own drum • gossamer curtains • has a surprising amount of connections • blushes very easily • confident laughter • uses a staff • fresh fruit slices • decorated handwritten letters • a social chameleon • blood made of honey • treating people with kindness • sentimental heart • vases full of wildflowers • feels fulfilled when helping others • has a healing aura • always travelling • stained glass windows • just trying to be a good person • Tagged by: @seascrapes​ Thank you! Tagging: @tea-and-conspiracy​ @bookbornexiv​ @daylightrays​ @thedarknesssings​ @hiraethwyl​ @liminal-storage​ @dawning-star​ @louvel-roche​ @reddevil-xiv​ @latikaa-renaz​  @gorgagne-viperidae​ @dragons-ire​ And whoever else might like to.

[unkindrewind]

MINOR  DEITIES  OF  GREEK  MYTHOLOGY      

*  bold what applies.   talicize what somewhat applies   (  or what is verse dependent.  )   tag some friends to play along  !   repost,  don’t reblog.

EROS    >> scornful jealousy  •  pink  •  presents a certain decorum  • heavy air in a nightclub  •  has a tattoo they regret  • sex & love therapist for their friends •  juvenescent  •  uses enchantments  •  aloof  • wears rose-colored glasses •  velvet, latex, & lingerie  •  milk baths with champagne bubbles • impetuous in love •  intense eye contact is a sport  •    kinky  • soft lips •  wears stacked rings  • sets fashion trends  • graceful movements  •  marble floors  • heavy perfume or cologne  •  deeply emotional  •  born glamorous

HECATE    >> prefers canine companions  •  wears symbolic jewelry  •  can see spirits  •  melting wax •  uses hexes  •  feels most comfortable at night  • smell of cinnamon  •  moonlight  •  red wine  •  understands poisons & herbs  •  collects bones or feathers  •  partakes in rituals  •  black  •  fog at night  •  is aware of their shadow self • embraces the unknown  •  enjoys collecting secrets  •  approves of necromancy  •  meditates  •  has prophetic dreams  •  lace  •  knowing too many secrets •  fishnet stockings

PAN     >> enjoys poetry & prose  •  wool  •  smell of decaying leaves in autumn  •  prefers to be barefoot  •  tends to overindulge  •  easily excitable  •  thriving in social circles  •  loves being around campfire  •  antlers  • dirt paths  • the sound of wind chimes  •  penchant for sticky fingers  •  pine trees  •  stamina for days  •  falls in lust   •  vagabond  •  physically stronger than given credit for  •  foxglove  •  welcomes luxury  • non-confrontational • charming words  •  talking to animals  •  nature for jewelry

NEMESIS   >> angry  •  protective of their values  • balance & harmony • looks like an angel but isn’t •  more perceptive than people realize •  snow capped mountains  •  grey  • wears leather  • silver jewelry  •  likes snakes  •  can’t stand ignorance •  believes in retribution  •  analytical of own emotions  •  well read  •  marble columns  •  has very rigid morals  •  bruised knuckles  •  humorous under the sarcasm  •  clean workspace •  everything in moderation  • cold morning air  •  resting glare face  •  fluent in curse words

HYPNOS    >> serene demeanor  •  easily overwhelmed  •  relaxation is their vice  •  transactional friendships  •  has a soft voice • head in the clouds  •  carries drugs with them  •  has a sibling they’re close with  •  drawn to winged animals  •  lavender  •  has plush furniture/blankets  • starry-eyed  •  horrible money management  •  gives amazing hugs  • dreaming big as a full time job  •  wears comfy or loose clothes  •  existential questions  •  not good at memory-based skills  •  fairy lights  • can’t sleep somewhere unfamiliar •  crystalline chandeliers  •  dislikes bright sun  •  fluttering eyelashes

IRIS    >> life’s a technicolor spectrum  •  has a lot to say  • beaming smiles •   always has candy with them  • flirting by accident  •  walking to the beat of their own drum  •  gossamer curtains  • has a surprising amount of connections  •  blushes very easily  •  confident laughter  •  uses a staff  •  fresh fruit slices  •  decorated handwritten letters • a social chameleon •  blood made of honey  •  treating people with kindness •  sentimental heart • vases full of wildflowers  •  feels fulfilled when helping others  •  has a healing aura •  always traveling  •  stained glass windows  • just trying to be a good person

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