#i do think there is a difference between being shy and reserved though

[freebooter4ever]

old article i read during lunch ...

[teratomatica]

you always land on all fours

[northopalshore]

Northopalshore's

Boda persona chart

Boda (1487) means wedding in Spanish, this asteroid is often used to interpret the actual day itself and the events that transpire during the wedding. But before I get into my bpc, here are..

Some observations made by analysing boda pcs of people who have already married;

Pluto in the first house; almost always indicates a marriage between different religions. Though it also means you will be taking control of the wedding (emphasis on your responsibility during the wedding).

Retrograde planets; usually indicate tension or unexpressed feelings surrounding the wedding, but also shows delay depending on what is in retrograde (& where). Though it also represents letting go, relaxing & and adapting a more calm attitude i.e not being in control.

Aries in the 4th house typically means that your parents may not fully agree with this wedding or they may have reservations especially if mercury or mars are here & in retrograde.

Pisces stellium in the boda pc usually means the marriage will take place at a church or somewhere religious.

Reader manual: Every point that starts with ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ indicates that we've moved on into the next house. Asteroids/planets without it are within that house. I will be listing them in order from the 1st house to the 12th house. Including planets within them. I will be referencing Beyoncé & Ariana Grande's Boda PC a lot to further prove a point only because ours is sort of similar & we have decent knowledge of what went down during their wedding. This post is also meant to be a guide for how to read one's boda pc.

୨୧ Please do not repost without consent ʕ⁠´⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠`⁠ʔฅ🔉; this is a personal analysis!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Cancer rising (°12 pisces)

How I'll look, my dress, the aesthetics, how people will see me

I look like a bride, lol. I might be rather shy or quiet throughout the wedding, my dress will be simple but dreamy & feminine. It's meant to accentuate my face, body and essence. I'm not going to have much makeup on. The guests may think I look rather young & innocent. Somewhat ethereal.

Ex: Ariana Grande has cancer rising (°19 libra) in her boda persona chart. You can see that she looked elegant & poised, yet there was still this purity radiating from her that day. Her makeup & dress reflected that. Though, I get a bit sad thinking of how it went down years later. I'm sorry Ari. ʕ⁠´⁠•⁠ ⁠ᴥ⁠•̥⁠`⁠ʔ

Saturn (°20 Scorpio)

Restraint, stress, where tense energy will be

I'll be very focused on my appearance during the wedding. Perhaps I'll be very mindful about how I look or how I act, whether my dress fits me or if my makeup is smudged. Perhaps I'll be pressuring myself to look my best for this event.

Lilith (°27 Gemini)

Insecurities, fears, what's uncomfortable, judgement

I will be very anxious about what people will say about me as my husband's bride. Honestly, as a bride in general. Their reactions to how I look & whether I fit the image of a bride or not. I will likely feel all their eyes on me throughout the wedding. Judging, and analysing me.

Europa (° 8 Scorpio) in Leo

What's considered iconic, what grabs attention quickly or leaves a lasting impression

How I look, i.e my dress and makeup may become some sort of a trend following my wedding. Perhaps I'll be a little icon around the area or be on pinterest for that look who knows? (lmao). People will be hooked on the look. It will garner both good & bad criticism. People will either criticise it heavily or fall in love.

Ex: Ari has populus (°2 taurus) & europa (° 5 leo) here. People were all complimenting the way she looked during her wedding, though not to the point of copying the type of dress or look for their own wedding, but everyone thought she looked wonderful.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Second house in Leo

How much money will be spent, the aesthetics, wedding gifts

No expense will be spared to make the day absolutely perfect. Very expensive, very extravagant but in a classic way. It's not going to be tacky. Wedding gifts will be related to children, handmade items, something artsy or fancy looking. Could also be related to a getaway, something fun. (Leo/5th house energy).

Ex: Ariana has the same sign in her boda pc 2nd house. From the photos we've seen, her wedding (w Dalton) spared no expenses. It was classical yes but that dress was custom designer. Although the details of her wedding expenses remain unknown, I feel like she was definitely the one who splurged more on the count of Chiron being here.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Third house in Virgo

Guests, invitations, themes

It's going to be a relatively small or private wedding. There will not be a lot of guests. The guests will be well dressed, clean & respectful i.e following themes, colour coordination, everything. The theme of the wedding itself is elegant & classic. It's not going to be too colourful or loud, but more cold ? High class minimalism.

Ex: Ariana has this placement, with moon here, most of her guests consist of close friends & family members only. Everyone felt that Dalton was a perfect match to Ariana ( grand trine between moon (2nd house-venus (11th house)-neptune (7th house)). All of them were very emotional & happy for her, especially her family.

Beyoncé has this placement in her boda pc too, except she has fama (retrograde), Saturn & mars (retrograde) here as well. Almost all of her guests are famous, and closely related to them in the industry.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ IC (°12 pisces) in Libra

My parents & their opinions, the venue

My parents will be very emotional. They could keep up a more composed front throughout the wedding. They may think that it's grand & unreal, almost like a fairytale. It might feel rather strange to them as well, with how the wedding is set up. Perhaps they would have never expected this type of wedding for their daughter. I'm not sure if the venue of the wedding itself is foreign to them, but most of all, it's the situation. So the situation itself is hard to grasp. Perhaps they feel like they have to be more "presentable" than normal.

Jupiter (°13 aries) retrograde

Memorable moments, the big agenda, public revelations

People will be very critical about my wedding. It might cause some sort of argument or some sort of chaos. Even if Jupiter is traditionally a benefic planet, what's most noticeable surrounding my wedding may be controversy or just people having their own thoughts or reservations on it. From my parents'pov, they may think that the wedding took place much quicker than they'd expect or hoped for. Perhaps a part of them will think we got married too soon (makes sense since my natal boda is in Aries ).

Ex: Ariana has the same IC & she also has Scorpio Jupiter (°10 Capricorn ) in retrograde here. Everyone was very surprised to learn that she was getting married so privately. They got a lot of mixed reactions too. It did feel quite sudden especially considering the events that happened prior to their relationship being public. For Ariana's parents, mainly her mother they felt like this was very sentimental yet still supportive of her daughter's marriage. Perhaps there was a sense of fear that she had kept to herself.

Fama (°21 Sagittarius) retrograde

What will draw a lot of attention during the wedding, iconic moments

It's definitely something that challenges what people would usually expect. Forcing them to look at a bigger picture or from a more open perspective than they normally would. A mix of cultures, a mix of beliefs & views on religion. Could be known for how spiritual or 'open' it is to the occult. (There could be a tarot reading corner for example, here it's actually quite taboo because my country is quite religious but I don't give a crap lol). Some guests from my husband's side might think I'm.. exotic lmao.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Fifth house in Scorpio

after party, entertainment

Instead of a loud party where people would go all out drinking , it's more likely that it'll just be another intimate setting. Where it's just me, my husband & the people we trust. Everyone will be rather reserved. Though, something about the energy will make it hard to really relax.

Great Attractor (°14 taurus) in Sagittarius

What will leave people at awe or gain their attention during the wedding

It's likely going to be the interactions between me & my spouse. People may think that they're so natural around each other even though they're different, or you may not expect it at first. The energy between me & my husband will be very friendly, & very close. The deco itself will draw a lot of attention for its grand aesthetic. People will think " that must be expensive". Perhaps there's something more to it than normal/what you'd usually see at a wedding.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Sixth house in Sagittarius

Employees, venue, wedding planner, organisers, people who are actually settling up the decor

My future spouse may be the one that will be more involved i.e working with the organisers, trying to coordinate the event. They could come from his country as well. They will do an amazing job, everything will look extravagant. There may be a lot of things that are imported as well either from his place or mine, or even somewhere else. So the venue may look rather eclectic but still have this elegant & cold vibe to it. I'm not sure if the wedding will take place at his place however. We might get married at the groom's house, but I'm not quite sure.

Example: Beyoncé has the 6th house in Capricorn. Her wedding took place at Jay-Z's penthouse in NYC.

Pluto (°24 pisces) retrograde

Where control will be exercised during the wedding & who will be taking control

It may take a while to set everything up. Perhaps some things will be omitted from the ceremony because of issues with the organisers or courier. Perhaps some ideas turn out to be rather ambitious. Some things may be late or there may be requests that are too difficult to manage at the time. I may be in charge of coming up with ideas, but ultimately the organisers will be the ones actually setting everything up (according to what they're told or given inspiration by).

Beyoncé has Pluto (°26 Taurus) retrograde in the 4th house in Libra. Her mother is the one who chosed the design of her wedding dress. She was the one taking control in this area. It wasn't what you'd normally see Beyoncé in, instead it reflects more of what her mother has envisioned her daughter wearing. Still, it's the dress Beyoncé wore walking down that aisle.

Ariana Grande has Scorpio Pluto (°27 gemini) in retrograde in her 5th house. She chose not to sing or entertain the guests as most would have assumed she would. Instead, the focus of the wedding was just the bond between the couple. So it's likely the after-party was spent drinking & talking to the guests.

ʚ♡ɞ˚ Descendant in Capricorn (°12 pisces)

My husband's appearance, his feelings, how he is seen throughout the wedding,contracts, legalities

He will look like a groom. There's really no other way to see it. He'll look like a married man. In love, reserved, composed & elegant. He looks like he knows what he wants without acting rash or bossy. He will look, like prince charming lol. We both may look a little weary at times, thinking of our connection, our future & what people might say about it. However, those thoughts will likely not stay for that long. We'll still somehow find reassurance in each other (Cancer & Capricorn).

Our union will be both spiritual & traditional, meaning we'll likely have a traditional set up, blessings, vows, marriage license, prenup, the works but work the rest out according to how we feel necessary.

Chiron (°2 Taurus) in Aquarius

Greatest fears or insecurities around the marriage

I might be worried about the money my husband will be spending on the wedding. Perhaps I'll feel like a bit of a burden seeing him do all the work. It seems like he'll try his best to do everything that I want or have envisioned for our wedding day. Other than that, there might still be some lingering doubts I'll have around him. Wondering whether or not this marriage will last or stand the test of time/ chaos. This also means he'll have sacrificed a lot of this time, money & effort just to make everything as perfect as possible in his eyes. To reach an ideal despite how 'unique' the circumstances between us are.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Eighth house in Aquarius

Sex, wedding night, status renewal, difficulties, shock factor

I have a stellium in my boda pc 8th house lmaoo. Sex will be a huge part of the experience for the both of us. Mars, Neptune & uranus are here; we might get pretty freaky.

Although more than that, the wedding is in some way 'shocking'. Sort of like Beyoncé's wedding but ours will be under more scrutiny compared to her's since her's was almost kept completely a secret (8th house in Aquarius, Sun in pisces, pisces over the 8th house).

Mine will be revealed then & there (or perhaps even before) to the 'public'. So it'll stir up confusion, arguments along with the initial shock factor. Mars, Neptune & uranus here are such a dramatic combination though.

Ex: Lana Del Rey has Briede (°3 gemini) in Aries, in the 8th house & in retrograde. Literally nobody expected to see her suddenly spotted walking around in her wedding dress w her husband online. I think post people didn't even know about her relationship status at the time so imagine the collective shock lmao.

Mars (°13 Aries) in Aquarius

Disagreements, arguments, where difficulties could be met

Regarding sex, perhaps we'll do some quickies here & there lmaooo. I don't think this is the first time we'll be intimate with each other. (Could be a possibility though, because mars in the 8th is a "taking" aspect). But it will feel like it. Perhaps we'll be trying something new? How exciting.

What's not exciting is that our wedding may cause a lot of tension in the people around us. Perhaps something about our wedding clashes with the norm? I can't exactly tell yet. Tense feelings, people saying all types of shenanigans following or even during the event.

Neptune (°17 Leo) in Aquarius

Illusions & enchantments, miscommunication , where the magic is felt during the wedding

The illusion comes from how unexpected, regal & almost unrealistic it is. A lot of what the marriage represents is going to cause great shock & disbelief (as I said, mostly because nobody expected the relationship at all let alone a marriage this soon).

It might be hard to control how it's going to be perceived at first. It's honestly more like the wedding guests are "stunned" than "enchanted".

Intimacy is based on love, there's a need to showcase that physically at some point. We'll probably be excited that we're this official now.

"Omg we're married. "

"Yeah, it feels.. kind of crazy"

Uranus (°9 Sagittarius) in Pisces

Shock factors, revelations, oddity

People may think that this marriage is quite sudden. Perhaps nobody even thought either of us were dating (but mostly on my side) & suddenly "there's a wedding?? You're getting married!??" It's likely a big shock to those around me as well.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Ninth house in Pisces

My parents in law, their thoughts, feelings & opinions

They likely feel a lot of mixed feelings ( I'll explain in the following points). Feeling somewhat sentimental, though it may also seem like they feel a little detached from the union in general. They may feel like everything happens beyond their control or comprehension at times. They likely came in with a go with the flow kind of attitude.

Groom ( °13 Aries)

How I'll see my fs during the wedding, how he'll act

They're still definitely here to support their son, even if they do not completely understand where he's coming from, or his intentions. They may see him as a little bit immature or acting at his own will i.e stubborn & impulsive. Though at the same time, they will be very emotional that their son is getting married, still wanting to support him on his special day.

He will be "the man in charge" throughout the wedding. I'll likely be looking at him quite often for reassurance, whether I'm doing something right or not. I don't think this means he'll be controlling however since Groom is in pisces. But he will be my rock throughout the ceremony.

Juno (°27 Gemini)

How we'll both act together throughout the ceremony

We will be rather flirty with each other. It's in pisces, so we will definitely be enchanted by each other during the wedding. Being a source of relief and reassurance to each other when the atmosphere starts to get heavy. We may share some fun & friendly banter as well (9th house & Gemini influence).

Mercury (° 2 Taurus) retrograde in Aries

What people will say about the wedding, what I'll think about the wedding, legal matters

We'll still go through traditional wedding customs i.e marriage license, prenuptial agreement, etc. The guests, people in general will have very mixed opinions. Ranging from support to suspicions. Don't tell me they think I'll be marrying my FS for his money? ʕ⁠´⁠•⁠ ⁠ᴥ⁠•̥⁠`⁠ʔ

It's in the ninth house so his parents will have their own opinions about the wedding for sure. Though they will not say anything because of how determined their son acts.

Moon (° 9 Sagittarius) in Aries

How I'll feel about the wedding, the emotions that are expressed & what transpires emotionally

The emotions will be quite chaotic throughout the ceremony. There will be many mixed opinions & thoughts & emotions from a variety of sources. Since it's in the 9th house (in laws), my husband's parents may still not be so sure of what to think of me, or perhaps they also will feel a little rushed. Maybe they have trouble seeing into their son's head lmao.

Moon is conjuncting the MC as well so.. wish me luck handling that. It seems they still have difficulties trying to grasp certain things about the union (semi-sextiles uranus in the 9th house).

It also opposites Jupiter in the 4th house (my parents). So there could be some contract with how they both feel, still as both are influenced by Sagittarius (°9) they'll still try to look at it from a bigger perspective.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Midheaven in Aries (°12 pisces)

The reputation of the wedding, how it will be remembered

Something about our wedding is revolutionary. Especially with these Aries, Aquarius & 8th house stelliums. Ah, I can already feel the tension from just writing this. It's personal, rebellious but at the same time dreamy & romantic. The public will see that the bride & groom couldn't care less about what other people have to say, about how or who they marry. This is our wedding, and that is all that matters. There is still that dreaminess beyond all that chaos.

It's going to cause a lot of discourse & turn a lot of heads, yes. Is it in a bad way?... Well, yes & no. What it isn't however, is boring or quiet.

Sun (° 18 Virgo)

The theme, the vibe of the wedding, how it's perceived in general but also your focus during the wedding

The wedding will be seen as a big event. There may be some important guests as well. The wedding will be kept relatively private (small) but the talk & energy surrounding it will be big. People will always have something to say about it whether good or bad (aries + virgo).

My focus will be how people perceive the wedding. Trying to make it more relaxed and under control despite what may go down.

Venus (°20 Scorpio)

The romantic atmosphere of the wedding, where generosity & harmonious energy is focused

People will look up to my wedding as this big event that both came out of nowhere & at the same time long awaited. The atmosphere is very tense. I keep picturing Elsa's coronation in my head lol. All eyes on us, although with this placement (in aries & Scorpio degree, it may be rather tense even with venus's effects). It will shock, stun & mesmerise the guests and all who hear of it.

It may seem "larger than life". Normally this is where the love or beauty of the wedding is enhanced, but being in this situation.. it's still a bit difficult. However, it could also mean that my FS & I will be resilient and determined about our love regardless.

North node (°22 Capricorn)

What it's meant to be for the couple, how it affects those around them, the future of the union

22 is the famous russian roulette degree lmao. It's meant to shake up a lot of people's perspectives. In the 10th house (aries) & Capricorn degree, it means that this will be the start of a new era for me & my future spouse. From here on, we will be a brand; husband & wife. People will always see us together as a pair. Which makes sense since we're married. Perhaps this also marks a pivotal point in our careers? People will remember this event long after it ends.

Example: Beyoncé has the same exact sign & degree in her Midheaven (Boda PC) . Her marriage to Jay-Z symbolises their brand as a pair in both daily lives & career. It's sort of considered as a big transition in her career life as well as in pop culture history. A moment of time that changed things going forward.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Eleventh house in Taurus

The guests, their aesthetics

Very classy & down to earth. They will look refined and polished, somewhat in uniform as well (on theme) i.e colour & silhouette may be similar or on the same note. Relaxed, and elegant.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Twelfth house in Gemini

What will be kept hidden from people during the wedding, what will worry me, the emotions felt throughout the wedding

I don't think many guests will be crying except for me, my parents, my in-laws & my future spouse. At least, not overly emotional. There's going to be more witty conversations in its stead. There may be laughter & light entertainment. It's likely people will talk amongst themselves throughout.

Example: It's a far cry from Beyoncé's wedding where it was very emotional & quote " everyone was crying". Her 12th house is cancer & moon is present which gives it that magical once in a lifetime moment feel.

Perhaps it'll be more similar to Ariana's wedding atmosphere.

Briede (°14 Taurus) in Gemini

How I'll see myself during the wedding, how I'll act or think

I'll be composed throughout the wedding. Perhaps feeling like I should look smart or something lol. The atmosphere may force me to be on my toes throughout the ceremony, being hyper aware of the things going on around me without making it obvious. I think I'd picture myself somewhat poised & well mannered throughout the ceremony. Since it's in the 12th house, perhaps there is this ideal I'm trying to pursue. Wanting to be seen as the perfect bride (at least the one I've imagined myself being). I'll likely be very emotional throughout the ceremony.

Ex: Similar to Ari, since her Broede is also in the 12th house, though in a Taurus degree as well (°2), hers is in Cancer. So she was much more relaxed during her wedding compared to how I'll be in mine.

Part of fortune (°4 cancer) in Cancer

Where the wedding will thrive, the most enjoyable part

In the end, what it is is a union between two people in love. Regardless of what people may think about our wedding or our union, no matter what judgement comes or who tries to intervene, it won't change the fact that the bride & groom are here by their own choice. Some may not see it at first, but my future spouse and I will. It's sort of like a vow between us. Isn't that what marriage is supposed to be anyway? A promise.

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♡ Tada! You've reached the end of the post, congratulations! I'm very proud of how structured & cohesive this post is, as well as the observations I've made. Hope you enjoyed!

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[littlelamy]

Maybe a Reader/Rafe scenario of that whole ‘’One likes public affection and the other does not’’, with Rafe being the one who loves it being very affectionate and Reader is perhaps a bit more shy/reserved, only clinging to him like a koala at home. But maybe they haven’t had a talk about it ever, so when Rafe is super touchy – she is very distant/uncomfortable – and he gets super moody/sad because he thinks that she is loosing feelings for him and gets in his head <3333333

a/n: hi! ugh, i love this request. rafe definitely would get confused and borderline embarrassed, but mainly because he thinks you’re rejecting him, which is something he definitely doesn’t like! i hope you like it! 🎄

it’s one of those nights where everything feels lighthearted but slightly off. you’re at topper’s place, the living room packed with friends lounging on the oversized sectional, the tv playing some action movie that nobody’s really paying attention to. you’re tucked in beside rafe, his arm slung casually over your shoulder, his presence grounding you in the midst of the chaotic chatter and laughter surrounding you.

but even though you’re sitting close to him, your body feels stiff. his fingers graze your arm absentmindedly, a motion that usually soothes you, but here, with all the people around, it feels different. too exposed.

rafe doesn’t notice—at least not right away. he leans closer, his lips brushing your temple in a soft kiss before murmuring something about the scene on the tv. it’s the kind of easy, affectionate gesture that usually makes your heart flutter, but instead, your stomach knots.

you shift slightly, trying to focus on the screen, but the warmth of his hand on your shoulder feels like it’s drawing every pair of eyes in the room. you know it’s irrational; nobody’s actually paying attention to you two, but the thought won’t leave your mind.

rafe leans in again, this time resting his hand on your thigh. the weight of it, combined with the sounds of the room, makes your skin prickle with discomfort. you freeze, trying to will yourself to relax, but it’s no use. you gently pull away, leaning forward to grab a drink off the coffee table.

“you okay?” he asks quietly, concern lacing his tone as he pulls his hand back.

“yeah,” you reply quickly, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “just thirsty.”

he doesn’t push, but you can feel his gaze lingering on you, his confusion palpable. the energy between you shifts, his usual relaxed demeanor growing tense.

the rest of the night feels awkward. rafe doesn’t touch you again, his attention divided between the movie and whatever’s swirling in his head. you hate the way things feel so out of sync, the way you’ve put that look on his face—the one that makes your chest ache.

when the group starts to wind down, rafe offers to drive you home, but instead of heading to your place, he takes you back to tannyhill. the ride is quiet, his knuckles tight on the steering wheel, and you know he’s holding back whatever’s been brewing since the couch.

once inside, he leads you to the living room, the familiar space feeling both comforting and heavy with unspoken tension. he doesn’t sit, just stands there, running a hand through his hair before finally turning to you.

“y/n,” he starts, his voice careful, “did i do something wrong tonight?”

the question makes your chest tighten. “no, rafe,” you say quickly, shaking your head. “it’s not you.”

“then what is it?” he presses, his blue eyes searching yours. “because it felt like you couldn’t wait to get away from me back there.”

his words hit you harder than you expected, and you feel the sting of guilt rise in your throat. you take a shaky breath, trying to find the right words.

“it’s just... i don’t like being that close in front of people,” you admit, your voice quiet. “it’s not that i don’t want you to touch me. i love when you do. but when we’re around others, it feels like everyone’s watching, even if they’re not. and it makes me uncomfortable.”

rafe’s brows knit together, his expression shifting from confusion to realization. he doesn’t say anything at first, just lets your words sink in.

“so it’s not me?” he asks, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. “you’re not pulling away because of me?”

“no,” you say firmly, stepping closer to him. “it’s not you. i just didn’t know how to say it. i didn’t want you to think i didn’t want you.”

his shoulders relax slightly, the tension in his posture easing as he takes a step closer to you. “you could’ve told me, y’know,” he says, his tone a mix of relief and a little frustration. “i thought... i thought you were getting tired of me or something.”

“never,” you say, reaching for his hand. “i just didn’t want to ruin the moment. but i should’ve told you. i’m sorry.”

he squeezes your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “i get it now,” he says, his voice gentle. “i just... i like being close to you, y/n. and sometimes i forget that you don’t always feel the same way i do about doing that in front of people.”

you nod, your eyes meeting his. “i’ll try to be better about telling you when i feel that way. just... promise me you won’t think i’m pushing you away?”

“promise,” he says, pulling you into his arms. his embrace is warm and steady, and you feel the weight of the night finally lift.

for a moment, neither of you says anything. you just hold onto each other, the quiet between you filled with understanding.

“thank you,” you whisper, your voice muffled against his chest.

he kisses the top of your head, his arms tightening around you. “always.”

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[thewertsearch]

On the eve of their race's extinction, the twelve heroes would begin playing a game. They would make an admirable effort, but they would fail. Their civilization had not prepared them for the rigors of this game, and the ultimate reward would fall shy of their grasp.

The trolls have done this all before - and apparently, they fucked it up real bad.

This is a very strange way for their original session to have gone. The Hivebent trolls excelled at the game, and not just because Scratch made them so bloodthirsty. Many of them were gifted with incredibly powerful abilities, which allowed them to absolutely decimate most of Sgrub's challenges. These pre-Scratch trolls are the same people as their successors, and should have the same abilities, just different upbringings.

I suppose growing up in a peaceful world might have blunted their edge a little - but at the very least, trolls like Sollux and Equius should still have been obliterating Underlings. Even if their lives on preboot!Alternia granted them zero combat experience, it shouldn't take much skill to, say, pulverize Imps with gigastrength.

Though they could not recognize it for the bad omen it was, this session was not the one in which they had been spawned.

It doesn’t sound like the original Alternian session even had a Veil sequence. That is a bad omen, because its Players still needed to be created somewhere. If they didn’t find a way to close the loop and clone themselves, it wouldn’t even matter if they won their game; They’d be trapped in a doomed timeline either way.

This explains why they really lost, then. The pre-Alternians were forced to concede defeat and reset the game, even if Sollux could slay every Underling on his own. If they didn't, they wouldn’t have existed in the first place.

Such is the symptom of a subtle glitch affecting certain sessions, an error designed to trigger an unfathomable cascade of misfortune throughout paradox space. This glitch is the calling card of the one I serve. It is the discreet, gentlemanly manner in which he reserves his place in a universe for later visitation.

This sort of forced Scratch is right up English’s alley, of course. The guy is all about inevitable failure – and of course, he’s no stranger to exploiting Sburb’s mechanics to his advantage.

The heroes, understanding their defeat was absolute, sought advice from the mother of all monsters. She offered them a choice. The heroes could either accept their defeat along with the extinction of their race, and put no others at risk. Or, she could show them a path to a second chance, to a reality in which the chosen heroes of their race would be strong enough to succeed with ease, and claim the reward. This reset would come at the cost of wiping the failed heroes from existence. They would live new lives from scratch, playing different roles in the reset reality, with no memory of the game they played or the choice they made.

Once again, a Denizen offers a choice between life and death. I think Kanaya’s analysis was entirely correct - every Choice does involve facing your own mortality.

I wonder, though, if they paid attention to Echidna's exact wording here. If they chose death, they’d put no other beings at risk – but she made no such assurances about the consequences of choosing life. This deal was a disaster for the Alternians’ entire universe, and its original Players couldn’t possibly comprehend the damage it’s already done, let alone what it'll do once English enters the building.

Also... she only promised that they’d get a chance to try again. She never promised them victory.

The more I think about this deal, the more dubious it seems. I was kind of starting to think that the Denizens were on our side, but their ultimate loyalty is to Sburb – and we already know that Sburb loves fucking with its players.

[joaosnovia]

Can you do one of kenan liking reader who’s a family friend and can it be like reader is moving to Turin because she’s and influencer so she got a nice apartment and has to set up and kenan finds out by his mom and dad so he uses that to get closer to her (before he was shy) and then the end can be all you

❦ - match made in turin.

summary:: kenan has always had a crush on you but distance always held him back. you finally moved to turin, leaving a huge surprise.

warnings:: uhh none?

writers notes:: i have sm kenan requests i love it

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp

kenan yildiz had a crush.

a long, painfully obvious, yet entirely unspoken crush.

it had started when he was younger, back when you were just ‘a family friend’, someone he saw at gatherings, during summer vacations, or whenever your families crossed paths. back then, he’d been too shy to talk to you much. and even now, despite growing older, despite playing for one of the biggest clubs in italy, despite all the confidence he had on the pitch, when it came to you, kenan still found himself fumbling.

which was why, when he found out you were moving to turin, it was from his parents and not you.

‘did you hear?’ his mother had said over dinner, her voice casual, unaware of how her words would completely upend kenan’s night. ‘she’s moving here. got a new place and everything. apparently, she’s arriving next week.’

kenan, mid bite, nearly choked. he coughed, reaching for his water as his dad chuckled.

‘you alright?’ his dad asked, though the amused look in his eyes made kenan suspect he knew exactly what was going on in his head.

his mom continued, oblivious. ‘i told her to let us know if she needs anything. she’ll probably need help setting up the apartment.’

kenan was barely listening at this point. all he could think about was that you were moving here. to his city. for the first time, he wouldn’t have to wait for random family gatherings or holidays to see you—you’d be here, close, a part of his everyday life.

and maybe, just maybe, this was the excuse he needed to finally do something about this crush he’d been harboring for years.

when you landed in turin, you barely had time to breathe before your phone lit up with a message from kenan.

kenan: heard you moved in today. need help with anything?

it was unexpected. not that kenan wasn’t friendly, he was. but you’d always been the one to reach out first, the one to keep conversations going when he got quiet. this was new.

you: wow, look who’s being proactive.
you: but yeah, actually. i still have to set up some furniture.

his reply came almost instantly.

kenan: omw.

and just like that, you had company.

when kenan showed up at your new place, he looked different, not physically, but in the way he carried himself. he still had that soft awkwardness, the quiet confidence, but there was something else too. a kind of determination.

‘hey,’ he said, stepping inside. ‘so where’s the furniture?’

‘straight to the point, huh?’ you teased, closing the door behind him.

he only shrugged, fighting back a grin. ‘i’m here to help, aren’t i?’

you led him to the mess of boxes and half-assembled furniture in your living room. he took one look at it, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work.

and that was how the next few hours went, building, unpacking, and somewhere along the way, talking more than you ever had before. kenan was still the same, thoughtful, a little reserved, but now, he wasn’t hesitating. he asked questions, told stories, even made you laugh a few times.

it felt easy. natural. like this had always been the way things were supposed to go.

by the time the last piece of furniture was in place, the sun had set, casting a warm glow through your new apartment.

‘not bad,’ kenan said, surveying the space.

‘yeah,’ you agreed, stretching your arms over your head. ‘couldn’t have done it without you.’

he looked at you then, and for a moment, something unspoken passed between you. something that had been building for years but never fully acknowledged.

you smiled. ‘guess i owe you dinner or something.’

his lips twitched, as if he was fighting the urge to smile too wide. ‘i wouldn’t say no to that.’

you nodded toward the kitchen. ‘i think i have instant ramen.’

he laughed, shaking his head. ‘or we could go somewhere actually good.’

‘wow, okay, mr. fancy.’

he only shrugged, but there was a spark of something in his eyes. something that told you this wasn’t just about dinner. it was about something more.

and maybe, finally, you were both ready for it.

[minnies-puppydoll]

Could you maybe do one of seungmin getting mad at you in public for wearing revealing clothes, ty!

Seungmin Drabble #1

*~Disobeying Dom Seungmin~*

pairing: hard dom!seungmin x sub!reader

warnings: MEANIE PANTS SEUNG! no smut but very suggestive, lots of degredation, reader is called a bitch, i think thats it.

note: personally…i could never disobey him but thats just me🐶 good luck with that tho!

heres ur order!! smut under the cut!!!!!!!!!!!

it was going to be a perfect night. your boyfriend seungmin finally got reservations for that fancy, expensive diner you’ve been dying to go to.

the only problem was..you were running a little late.

you took a nice, long shower beforehand, using all the scents you know he loves on you. laying out three different dresses on your bed, you quickly tried to decide which one would be the best fit for tonight’s important date.

one was grey, and wrapped your body elegantly with silk fabric. the second was light pink, with a high cut waist and a frilly bottom, seungmin loves that one. and the third…oh.

seungmin hates this dress. he specifically told you not to wear it in public anymore. its was a black, hollow out dress with sheer fabric and strings where there wasn’t your boobs or your ass showing. nothing different than a stripper dress.

now, you know seungmin better than anyone. and when he says he hates that dress, its not because its ugly in any way, shape, or form. no. the way you look in that dress could make even him fall to his knees for you.

it’s because of the attention it brings to HIS precious girl. seungmin isn’t an insecure man either, he obviously wants to show you off on his arm when you get all dolled up for him, but with THAT dress? you couldn’t even get a few feet away from him without being approached or even made a pass at.

he knows you would never leave him for another guy, he just can’t stand people sizing up his pretty little prey like wild beasts. so, you aren’t allowed to wear it per his rules, fine. but honestly, you’ve always wondered what would happen if you disobeyed him.

so..maybe you wore the dress anyway..how bad could this go, right? now the problem was, how to get there.

normally he would pick you up in his car, but you know for a fact he would make you change immediately. so that was out. maybe you could just text him?

minnieeee?

hi, sweet baby🩷 you ready to be picked up?

uhhh

hm?

actually min, can i drive myself and meet you there? i have a suprise for you.

uh oh.

WDYM UH OH

that can’t be good. you’re scaring me💀

ITS JUST A SUPRISE OKAY

…its the dress isn’t it?

..no actually! its a secret so you’ll know when i get there so i actually have to go now and walk my fish see you soon love you bye-

we’ll see.

your nerves are alight as you pull into the parking lot, biting your lip in fear and arousal at how seungmin will deal with you. you’ve never disobeyed him before, always wanting to recieve his sparing praise and not cause a fuss.

your heels click against the floor as you step into the new diner, looking like the most expensive thing there. the confidence you’re radiating is only surface level though, the truth is, if you had a tail right now it would be tightly tucked between your legs.

when the host tells you where seungmin is sitting, you hesitantly make your way over. he is indeed there, he smiles at you sweetly before looking down at that dress. that stupid fucking dress.

he looks back up into your eyes with a dissapointed, mean glare in his. if you were at home, that look would have you begging for forgiveness. you immediately look down, shying away from his gaze as you put your purse down and bow slightly at him.

“hey, seungmin..”

“sit down.”

the demand has you plopping down in your seat without hesitation. his tone is clear and calm, but equally cold.

“i thought i told you not to wear that dress. hm? or are you just too dumb and slutty to remember my rules?

oh. his harsh words make your thighs rub together, still refusing to meet his eyes.

“m’sorry..”

“sorry what.”

“so..so sorry, sir.”

“look at you. i do all these nice things for you, give you all my attention and look where it gets me. is my attention not enough? need it from the other manwhores here? i think you’re just too much of a slut to be thankful.”

his words have bite, making you equally feel bad for disobeying and almost drool from the degradation.

“yes sir, im a slut, sir.”

“i know you are.”

“just..wanted to see what you’d do..”

“want a punishment? is that what the dumb whore wants? hm?”

“um..depends what it is?”

“you don’t get to choose, stupid.”

“…well, what are you gonna do then?”

seungmin leans forward, resting his elbows on the table and looking at you with an amused expression. only this time do you meet his gaze, looking up at him through your lashes expectantly. seungmin scoffs.

“don’t fucking look at me.”

your eyes shoot down, just listening to him obediently. he leans forward to whisper in your ear.

“..when we get home, im ripping that slutty stripper dress off of you for good this time. then, im gonna muzzle you and make you beg for me to pound that slutty pussy like a good bitch. then lastly..you’re writing lines, sweetheart.”

sorry for ending it there..u just look so cute when ur teased<3 order again soon!🐶

[cannibal-alien]

Heh...dusekkar x shy!reader...

-dusekkar simp anon

🎃dusekkar x shy!reader hcs ⋆˚࿔

omgosh yayyy more dusekkar rqs!!! from da 1 and only dusekkar simp anon... hope this is enough to suffice<3 wrote this while drinking baja blast #theyputcokeinbajablasts #ilovebajablast

- - - - - - - ꒰ ♡ ꒱ - - - - - - -

dusekkar doesn’t mind your shyness! they find it quite endearing, really. they can relate in their own personal way. not shy in the ‘awkward’ sense, but soft spoken & reserved instead. initially, things between you two were rather quiet until dusekkar spoke up first. although they were very, very curious about you, there was a hint of hesitation. it’s safe to say your relationship was preeettyyy slow burn

you’ll start to notice dusekkar drifting toward you more frequently, casually checking in to make sure you’re doing okay. shedletsky even noticed it too, how the pumpkin was growing more and more fond of you each day. shed never fails to tease his friend about it, laughing at how dusekkar tries to brush it off, blushing and fumbling to change the subject. but there was always a touch of amusement in their tone, hmmm

dusekkar waits and waits, waiting for the perfect moment to confess how they feel, but in the spectre’s world there was hardly such a thing, if at all. it was actually shedletsky who managed to convince them, reminding dusekk that no one’s truly promised tomorrow. and the thought of never being able to tell you the truth just didn’t sit right with them.

the quietest, most peaceful place dusekkar could think to take you was the dock, even if it was a bit cliche. they just want to make sure you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable with anyone else around. which dusekkar understood, because even if you were more open, they still would’ve chosen someplace secluded. this moment was meant for you two only. absolutely nobody else was allowed to see them like this, only you

their confession was simple and straight to the point as they’ve had plenty of time to think about it (maybe a little too much.. oops...) dusekkar was careful not to say it in a way that might make you feel pressured, as the last thing they wanted was to make you feel like you owed them something. so when the words finally came out, it was as soft as they could manage. “i adore you more than you may know- no need to rush, please take it slow,”

you two spend hours together reading side by side. sometimes they read audibly, sometimes you just enjoy the comfortable silence. you like resting your head on their shoulder, dozing off to sleep with an ancient spellbook between you. i mean seriously those books are literally falling apart...

something as small as holding hands is enough to make dusekkar feel a liiittleee fuzzy inside, but you’re not much different either. though you’ve noticed their hands are usually kinda.. cold?? dusekk’s grip is firm yet soft and they’ll often take your hand whenever they sense you’re feeling nervous. their touch is sincere and genuine, gentle enough for comfort, never overwhelming. which summarizes the rest of your relationship preeetty well i think!!! lel

[bakugoushotwife]

kinktober day four: voyeurism kink

>>> guys can you tell i have a choso fantasy or do i need to write another five thousand word fic to prove it i'm sobbing and actually in love with him fr. it took me days to write this bc i was just too feral.

>>> starring: choso kamo x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: roommate choso, hung like a horse choso, virgin choso, voyeurism clearly, petnames, masturbation, cowgirl, implied multiple rounds, choso whimpers you're so welcome, choso smokes a blunt grow up >>> wc: 4.8k >>> event masterlist

this whole roommate ordeal seemed easy enough. you had a spare room in your condo, yuji had a spare brother that needed a place to stay after graduation. it worked out perfectly, as you weren’t too keen on having a rando move in. though the half-curse was little more than that, really. you had only come in contact with choso briefly, seeing him move through the halls of jujutsu tech in search of the very brother that recommended him to you. he was intimidating, tall and broad with a look of disinterest across his face every time you ran into him. yuji had told you that he wasn’t necessarily unfriendly, just unsure, so you were weary to approach him once he moved into the spare room. you didn’t want to overdo it, you would hate to make him uncomfortable with all these changes he was getting accustomed to. so for the first three months or so, you two would only exchange pleasantries and nod respectfully, two strangers sharing an address and lingering curious stares. then, one morning you offered to make him breakfast, and you two settled into a comfortable friendship after that. 

Nowadays, nearly a year later, the living area was actually used and shared. you watched recommended shows together, introduced each other to your favorite movies, and oftentimes just sat in each other’s presence on the couch; on your phones, playing nintendo switch games, or passing choso’s best attempt at a blunt between you while shit talking your neighbors with your legs in his lap. you even encouraged him to invest in a real gaming setup, where he plays a host of different games for hours while you sit contently in the bean bag chair stationed nearby in his room, reading or crafting or just watching from time to time. the more comfortable he became, the more fun he was to be around. he was no longer shy to ask you to sit with him while he plays or to inquire about your latest book and his smiles and conversations flowed more freely. 

he enjoys your presence. it’s easy to be around you. he wonders why. even with all the progress he had made with you, he was still terribly awkward around new people and his social battery was limited. he never got tired of hanging out with you though, in fact, he craves it always. yuji says that it’s because you’re pretty, which choso can’t disagree with, though his brother’s statement irritates him for no good reason. 

he finds himself wondering if his brother knows you the way he does, silly things about you like which animal crossing character you would reincarnate as or the fact you hate grape flavored anything—it all tastes like cough syrup!--he can hear you say. no, he gets to see the real you, the one you reserve just for him. so yuji can think you’re pretty all he wants, but he’s the one who gets to see your breathtaking smiles in reaction to something he said.

“bro?! still there–or are you too busy being jealous?” yuji snickers, relishing in the match he made. he knew choso would wake up with a babe like you walking around. 

“you’re a child. and a dick.” he huffs, aggravated by his spacey sibling’s acute sense of his feelings. “goodbye.” he taps to end their weekly gaming marathon facetime two hours short out of annoyance, confronted with the silence of his bedroom and his questioning thoughts about you. jealous? as much as he hated to admit it, maybe he was. he couldn't even picture the thought of you being with someone else, try as he might. did that mean he wanted to be that person? your person? he’s so confused, but he knows even if he’s embarrassed he can talk to you about it. you could help him work through his feelings and come to a solution. even if the feelings were about you, he knows you would always be honest with him. he sighs, deciding to make his way to your room down the hall. 

you two didn’t spend a lot of time apart now that the bond had been created, and you were more than alright with that routine, because on fridays, choso holed up in his room for five straight hours to facetime yuji and play video games giving you some much needed time to yourself. you always started with a long and intricate shower, doing all your different exfoliants and masks. then you’d touch up your nails and give yourself a total spa treatment, finishing up by putting on your cutest little panties and releasing some of the pent up sexual frustration for your roommate that you keep under lock and key for the same reasons you were hesitant to cross into friendship territory all those months ago: you don’t want to scare him away. 

so you settle for your own small hands cupping your chest and pinching at your nipples, trying to picture him. It’s choso’s large and veiny hands that run down your sides and spread your legs instead of your own toying with your underwear. you can smell the versace eros cologne he wears wafting through your nose, almost able to hear his gravelly voice in your ear praising you for doing so good. it’s almost embarrassing how easy it is to conjure the image of him sinking between your thighs, lust pooling in his violet eyes. you’re soaked already, feeling the fabric of your panties sticking to your cunt just at your active imagination. you peel them off, hissing as cold air blows across your middle, but your fingers quickly find the heat of your hole, gathering that natural lube to flick your clit with. your eyes are closed—whining helplessly already at the sensation you bring yourself with him in mind. it’s nowhere near the real deal, but the bliss is good enough to lull pants of his name from your mouth, body light as air.

choso doesn’t think anything of your closed door. you told him you keep it closed to let him have his space, not wanting him to feel like you’re watching or eavesdropping on him while he’s on the phone. especially as he got close enough to reach for your door handle, hearing you call his name. you sounded…strained? in all honesty he was worried. so he doesn’t hesitate to push the door open a bit, peeking to check. his heart drops into his stomach at the sight of you naked on your bed. you’re stunning. he’s seen pictures of other women—and yuji showed him a few websites—but your body was second to none. his hand flew to cover his immediate hard on, shocked you hadn’t noticed him yet. fuck, you are gorgeous, one hand squeezing at your breast, the other playing around in that squelching noise he hears between your legs. he fights the urge to moan aloud or announce his presence, and he’s ashamed of himself. he feels like he’s betraying your trust, but his dick keeps growing in his pants at the chants of his name spilling out of your lips. he watches as your legs jerk and your head falls back against your pillow, making him think you were almost done. he had to get out before you saw him or felt his unique energy so close to you. he’s panting as he shuts the door quietly, turning the knob just so it wouldn’t alert you. 

his dick hurts as he makes it just one room down—the bathroom. perfect. he turns the shower on immediately, stripping his clothes off like they were on fire. he had set out to talk to you, to be completely honest about the thoughts he had been having, but seeing you like that did things to him words could not. he’s been horny before, of course, and dealt with that the way single human men do. but this—the desire coursing through his veins—this was different. so different. everything was clear now, he needed you. he stands with his back under the water, whimpering as his dick throbs to the mental image of your glistening pussy and blissed out face. he can’t help but close his fist around the his wide shaft, stuttering out a sigh in relief. he strokes himself to the same rhythm you moved your fingers, imagining how that pace would feel with your wet and warm cunt hugging him in instead of the rough surface of his hand. his other hand keeps him braced on the shower wall, steadying him through the searing heat the promises of your touch seem to be; to think that you were calling for him, thinking of him in the way he thinks of you now felt like a dream. he had to be hearing things, that’s the only excuse the man can summon. water beads down his biceps and chest, and it just makes his dirty deed all that much more so, fucking into his fist until his load is running down the side of the tub, the pearly beads getting swept away in the water and carried down the drain. he tosses his head back in the shower stream, his long black strands sticking to his face and neck as he tries to rinse away his shame. 

that night, choso doesn’t come out of his room to watch a movie with you before bed. you pout, but try not to linger on it too long. maybe yuji took a lot out of him today, or they didn’t have a successful time on and he was moody. either way, you weren’t going to bother him. you hang out on the couch like usual with the hopes that he would emerge soon, but as your bedtime nears and everything remains still, you slink off to your room with a sour mood to end an otherwise normal day.

as the days pass, choso’s behavior gets weirder and weirder. it’s almost as if he’s completely reverted inside his shell he made when he moved in, only emerging to get food when he had hoped you weren’t around. the times in which he did inevitably run into you were dealt in nervous laughter and denials that anything was wrong with him. it didn’t take a genius to figure out that he was lying, hiding something from you even. you were slightly hurt that he didn’t trust you enough to talk to you, instead of going backwards and shutting you out. you wanted to wait it out, but as the days turned into a full week, you feared losing him altogether. 

you stewed over the situation the entire time you were at work. you couldn’t even get anything accomplished because you were too preoccupied wondering what you had done to wound your connection. spending your days alone was maddening. a little over a year ago, you would have relished in the peace and quiet, but now it was unwelcome. you only wanted quiet if it was filled with the subtle sounds of pages turning or the buttons of a controller smashing or shared breathing during the climax of a show. this was haunting, and you knew you had to do something. you left work early, faking a stomach ache in order to get home and corner choso into relenting. no more miss nice roommate. you were tired of letting him be all weird and distant. so you walked in unceremoniously, not necessarily out to scare him. you shake your sandals off by the door and walk towards his room, noting that his door was actually open for once. 

that was only because you weren’t supposed to be home for three and a half more hours, giving choso plenty of time to relive his dirty fantasies of you with the least amount of guilt possible, though he could barely look you in the eye these days. if you weren’t home, he could at least not worry about you catching him in his perverted acts, only dealing with the shame that flows in after he’s came for the millionth time to the image of your legs quivering and mouth parting in pleasure. he didn’t hear you sneak in–didn’t hear you shuffle down the hall to poke your head around the doorframe. he was dead to the outside world, his hips stuttering into his hand, thumb swiping the pre-cum that beaded there around his slit, stroking himself with whimpers of your name tumbling out, his eyes scrunched tight in concentration. 

your jaw was on the floor, never in a million years imagining that he even knew how to touch himself like that, not to mention the prayers of your name on his tongue, mirroring the ones you make for him on fridays. he was massive, it had you covering your mouth in shock. even with his huge hand, it seemed like pumping himself was a tall task. you couldn’t imagine trying to do it yourself, you’re not even sure two hands would do the trick— you must have gasped aloud or something, because suddenly his head snaps toward where you stand in the doorway. 

“y/n–you’re–” his dark eyes are wide, his lips parted in realization that you had really caught him jerking off and mewling your name like a helpless perv. as the guilt starts to creep in, the haze of need and desire clouds his mind. he never lets go of himself, all too aware of your lip between your teeth and your hardened nipples poking through your top—no, you shouldn’t be seeing this, you shouldn’t even be home yet! not to mention how ashamed you should be of your own roommate rutting into his hand.

“...i’m home.” you whisper back, a slight smirk creeping onto your face. despite the red blush spreading across his cheeks, he keeps fucking up into his hand. it’s salacious, and you can feel your body responding to the sight, unsurprisingly. you’ve been picturing him naked for months, and not even your lewd imagination gave him justice. every plane on his body was sculpted and defined, thick veins running down his arms and thighs and cock. he left his hair down, some of the strands tucked behind his ear, some of them hung over his brows and cheekbones. he gulped when he noticed your stare, your eyes locked on the thick cock in his hand, curved with an angry and needy tip. 

“y/n, i’m so so sorr–” he scrambles to sit up, the heavy reality finally sinking in. he was awful, sick in the head, you were going to have him pack his shit immediately, and he’d have to tell all his friends why you had gotten rid of him. 

“need some help?” you spit out, unable to tolerate the pounding in your chest and pussy. his eyes grow impossibly wider, blood rushing in his ears. did he understand you right? he couldn’t possibly. 

“wh-what?” he sputtered, sitting up slightly to try and hide himself from view a bit, as if you hadn’t seen every bit of him already. 

“i asked if you wanted my help. you were saying my name, weren’t you?” you tease gently, stepping further into his room, your hands innocently folded behind your back. now that you know your desire is shared, you felt confident enough to push your relationship further yet again. he nods hesitantly, watching you stalk over to the bed like a lioness about to pounce.

“i–yes, it’s not what you think. i know it looks–” 

“like you were jacking off and thinking about me? is that not…what you were doing?” you hum, pausing by the foot of his bed. you look so cute, he has to believe you know what you’re doing, folding your arms under your voluptuous chest just to taunt him a bit more. you have him backed into a corner, and he either had to admit the truth or come up with a very clever lie. and he is not a gifted liar. 

“i–yeah…” he looks away, feeling the shame weighing down on him now that you had confronted him with the undeniable truth. 

you chuckle warmly. “i do the same thing, ‘cept I’m thinking of you.” you shrug, the smirk growing on your face as realization seeps into his. he didn’t misunderstand you that day or even earlier in this conversation. you want him too. he swallows thickly again, remembering the day that started all of this. 

“i–i know, i saw you, last week.” he chokes out as you take your top off, revealing yourself to him. He’d noticed your lack of bra earlier, but didn’t expect to be blessed with the sight of your body again, especially as you bend at the hips to wiggle out of your pants. Your laughter surprises him again, like he had intentionally made a joke. but it was only because he had solved the mystery that led you to his room in the first place, and that would potentially resolve any secrets you had been keeping from one another. 

“so that’s why you’ve been avoiding me?” you scrunch your nose at him adorably as you crawl onto the bed, his eyes glued to the body that had him locked in his bedroom day and night. “oh choso, i wish you would have interrupted me…i surely woulda let you help me.” you purr, so close to him that he could reach out and touch you now, and he definitely thinks about just grabbing your hips and pulling you down on him, finally feeling that glistening pussy for himself—to hell with his imagination, but your voice interrupts his thoughts again. 

“so, do you want me to help you, baby?” you glance from the hard length in his hands to his deep purple eyes, swirling with something you recognize very well to be deep desire. 

“please–” he whimpered and let his hand fall away from his pelvis, looking to you like a pathetic boy getting his teenage dreams fulfilled. Your grin grows wide, and you lean closer to brush your hand across his toned abdomen. he lets out a pleased little grunt and his cock jumps at the simple touch

“you’ve never been with anyone, have you?” you asked, faces so close he can see every freckle and dimple and scar on your skin. he shakes his head. you peck the tip of his nose. he’s already shivering, the feeling of your body leaning over his was exhilarating. your kiss was so simple and sweet, but it stopped all the thoughts in his brain. he was just malleable now, ready to let you make him feel good, finally shifting from imagination to reality. “need you to talk to me, so i can know where you’re at, cho.” 

“no, no..never.” he shakes his head again, eying you with excitement and nerves all at once. he wants to touch you, and you’ve already stripped naked and kissed him, so surely there was no going back now, so he reaches up and places his hands on your hips—so light like he was afraid to hurt you. 

you grin at both his answer and his courageous touch, nodding your encouragement, “that’s fine, i’ll help you…just do what feels natural–you can go as hard as you want., and tell me if you want to stop.” your eyes blink at him sweet he realizes he would trust you with his life if you asked. 

“okay.” he lets your words wash over him, nodding as he grips your hips a little tighter. he’s more than embraced his fate, his mouth watering a bit at the idea that you were in his bed and offering to make all his fantasies come true. you were expecting him to keep that deer in a headlights look, but when you rake your fingernails across his chest, you watch his eyes darken a bit more. “kiss me?” 

choso looks so cute, you couldn’t deny him if you wanted to. his eyebrow raised with innocence, but his eyes shrouded in arousal. you giggle softly and lean up, sliding your hands over his pecs and shoulders and into those dark locks calling your name. you tug, and he gasps softly. you take that opportunity to cover his parted lips with your own, his head falling back to accommodate you as you fully crawl into his lap. he melts, you feel and taste so impossibly good he’s concerned he may bust over the kiss. your tongue moves so expertly against his, twirling around and sucking on the muscle in a way he didn’t know people employed. then you’re sitting on his abs, and he can feel so much at once. his eyes blow wide in the kiss, and he has to pull away to gasp again and see what you’re doing to him. 

you’re simply sitting, your pretty shining pussy rubbing against his core and his dick teasing the crack of your ass. that must be what’s driving him insane, the warmth and softness providing some but not enough friction. you wiggle your ass a bit to tease him, and he whimpers. the sound is so sweet and low you know you can’t handle playing with the shy little virgin much longer.

“i–is th–that sup’posed to f-feel that go–ngh, good?” he stammers, the hold on your hips bordering bruising. he doesn’t even realize, and you certainly don’t mind, so you only smile and nod down at him, reaching for his chin with your fingers. he makes you look so small without even trying, the broad expanse of his body, wide jaw and thick legs—not to mention the monstrous cock rocking against your behind, your own need soaking his happy trail to the skin beneath. you move his gaze from your sensual movements back to your sultry gaze. yuji was wrong. pretty was such a mild way to describe the woman on his lap. you were more a kin to a goddess, something not fully human like him. 

“i was hoping to give you the full treatment, but i don’t think you’ll mind if i skip to the main event?” you bite your lip, your other hand scraping at his scalp a little bit. no, of course he didn’t mind. sometimes you were so silly. he nods fervently, remembering that he needed to find his voice, to not seem like such a coward when he wanted this so badly. 

“no—please,” he whimpers again, feeling the drip of your liquid on him. it dawns on him then that you’re just as needy, and you still wanted him even though you’d have to teach him what to do. you didn’t seem worried, maybe it was easier than he thought. but all he knows is that his balls are starting to hurt and he had never felt more buzzed in his entire life, sensitive to every move you make. “i need you so bad, oh sh–” 

you scoot back, lifting yourself up a little to align him with your entrance. his whimpers and begs were so fucking amazing, you wish you had it in you to milk it. you make the mental note to keep him begging when you show him what it feels like to have his dick sucked or whimpering when he eats your cunt for the first time. he’s so heavy in your hand, and you can’t even close your fist around him. it makes you shudder, knowing that you’re going to make him fit inside you no matter the stretch. his tip was so red and irritated, oozing pre. you swiped it over his head, humming in amusement as he jerks and whines at the feeling. 

“you’re massive, d’you know that?” you pout, sinking down a few inches. he moans at first, feeling like his cock was fit into a perfect sleeve. it’s unreal, the heat he feels in his gut as you rock further down on him, whining at how huge he was. he watches the pained faces you make halfway down, the concern clear on his face. he didn’t know he was that big—he hadn’t really been comparing, but if it was hurting you, he wondered what he could do. he remembers watching you play with that sensitive spot at the apex of your thighs, using your own slick to glide around. he thinks he could replicate that, so he sticks his fingers in his mouth, spitting a bit to make sure they were just as wet as you were. you take more of him, almost to his base all while panting and bracing yourself on his chest with your eyes screwed shut. he reaches toward you, swiping his fingers around the place he watched you toy with. you gasp out and sit all the way down, the noises you make as he touches you make his eyes widen again. 

“god—i’m so full, baby.” you nod, your hips moving forward automatically, searching for more of that searing feeling he brings to your clit. he surprises you, moving his digits in slow circles as you get accustomed to his size. he chokes slightly when you squeeze him, his eyes zeroed in on your face. 

“are you alright?” he asks softly, feeling your nails dig into his chest as your hips move faster now, any other words he had wanted to say sucked from his brain like he had no thoughts at all, nothing other than that vice-grip of a pussy you have locked around him, bouncing softly and leaving little half-moons in his skin. 

“mhm, just had to stretch a bit t’fit you, are you alright?” you grin as you ask, knowing he would struggle to respond—in the best way possible. he nods eagerly, eyes flickering from where you swallow him up to your soft face of bliss. 

“are you kidding? i’m—” you rock on him a bit faster, the feeling of wet and choking walls rubbing every possible spot had him sputtering, unable to speak. he’s only able to watch you run a hand through your mane, keeping it out of your face and away from your bouncing tits. he’s in heaven. being with a woman, no, being with you, was as all the eternal bliss he cared to know. 

his hips start to move, the hold he has on your hips trailing up to the curves of your waist to better hold you down. he didn’t realize how much more intense he would make this feel for the both of you, grunts and whines spilling from his lips as you begin to cry out and yell. it’s heavenly, the way you let him drive into you, leaning forward with one hand on the headboard and the other tugging his head towards your chest. he contains his pathetic pants by sucking your nipple in his mouth, laving his tongue over it, mind so drunk and hazy he can only be driven by his primal instincts, flat footed on the bed to plow into you from below. 

it’s so perfect. you scream his name way better than he ever imagined, and he doesn’t mind to bear the scratch marks of your passion. you keep squeezing around him, and it drives him crazy. 

“i–i love when you do that—clenching down on me like that, fuck.” He grunts, slowly getting his knees under him while you sloppily keep the pace. he uses the leverage to ease you to your back, though you don’t have the luxury of pillows or a headboard, only the mattress beneath you as choso realizes this positioning lets him piston his hips without you having to do any work at all. you’re wailing, nodding to keep him from worrying about you as you continuously claw at his back and shoulders. 

“choso baby—” you whine in such a way, he knows he’s going to bust in seconds. “you’re gonna make me cum, please–doin’ so good, ngh—ack!” you cry, legs tightening around his waist as he feels a significant increase of your fluids. feeling and watching you cum by his doing was the nail in the coffin—the way your face screwed up in pure pleasure brought him his own, his pelvis stilling against the mounds of your backside, cock twitching against your womb before your vision is blurry, and all you feel is warmth seeping out of you. his load leaked out around him inside you, his cock still pulsating with no signs of dying down. 

he smiles at you a little shyly, his cheeks rosy and eyes hazy with the aftershocks of such a gripping orgasm. he watches your chest heave as you calm down, your eyes fluttering open and a smile spreading across your face as you look up at him. 

“what do i do now? to take care of you?” he asks, absentmindedly stroking the creases where your thighs meet your hips. you giggle and shake your head, knowing it would take multiple rounds for his erection to die down. 

“i show you the full treatment now, baby.” you grin, wiggling your eyebrows. 

choso found himself immersed in exploring himself and your body, discovering several new kinks to enjoy with his sweet little roommate turned lover.

[goldfades]

31. "you're such a softie. why do you hide it?" / "i don't really try to hide it, it's just that nobody has ever cared enough to see it."

20. "i don't think i've laughed this hard in forever. you're really something, you know?"

with luka and more reserved reader if you dont mind ! congrats on 6k girl im obsessed with your works ! 🩵

hi baby!! thank you so much<3 i hope you enjoy this, i looove soft luka

warnings: softie luka!! not an established relationship but some banter, umm... fluff?

You don’t expect Luka to stay this long.

It’s been hours since the last of the small group left. Some people from his team, one of your coworkers you don’t know that well, a couple of their girlfriends, all politely cheerful in the way you’ve never been good at returning.

You’d helped clean up as soon as you could, just to have something to do. And when they said their goodbyes and the door finally shut, you figured Luka would follow right behind.

But instead, he stayed. Quiet at first. Just lingering in the kitchen with a beer in his hand, eyes flicking to you now and then like he was still deciding whether to speak.

You weren’t sure what to do with that.

Luka Dončić — the Luka Dončić, staying behind at your place, in your little apartment, with its thrift-store lamp and stack of unread books and dusty plant that you keep forgetting to water. You’re not used to that kind of attention. Not from people like him.

But it’s not the fame or the headlines that unsettle you. It’s how easily he looks at you, like he’s seeing something you’ve spent years keeping quiet.

He’s been doing that a lot lately.

You first met through mutual friends at some pre-season event you didn’t really want to go to. You were quiet, polite, barely speaking unless someone asked you something directly. Luka noticed anyway. Not in a loud, flirtatious way but like you were a book he’d found in someone else’s shelf and he kept going back to reread the same lines.

Now here he is, leaning against your counter, smiling like he belongs here.

“I didn’t know you were funny,” he says, grinning into the rim of his bottle.

You blink at him, startled.

He chuckles. “You kept that one to yourself.”

“I didn't,” you say automatically, brushing a hand through your hair. “I just... tonight was different.”

“Different how?”

You shrug. “I don’t usually talk that much. I guess I felt comfortable.”

He watches you. Not the kind of watching that makes you shrink. The opposite, actually. Like he’s trying to find the part of you that just made the whole room laugh when you finally told that story about your childhood dog and the ruined birthday cake.

“You’re really something, you know that?” he says.

You look down at your hands. “You don’t have to say that.”

“I’m not just saying it.”

There’s a silence that fills the kitchen — not awkward, not strained. Just a quiet understanding that settles between you.

You reach for a glass and turn the faucet on. Something to do. A pause, a breath.

“I don’t think I’ve laughed that hard in forever,” he adds, softer now. “You made it easy.”

That makes your chest warm in a way you’re not used to.

Most people think you’re cold. Or shy. Or just hard to talk to. You’ve heard it all in whispers, in strained smiles. You’ve learned not to expect much. You’ve become a master at retreating just enough to avoid being disappointed.

But Luka doesn’t seem fazed. If anything, he keeps inching closer. Not physically, though he’s still just a few feet away. But emotionally. Deliberately, like he’s not afraid to wait.

You glance at him. “You’re such a softie.”

His brows lift in mock offense. “Am not.”

You raise an eyebrow.

He laughs, low and genuine. “Okay, maybe a little.”

You take a slow sip of water, heart suddenly too loud in your chest.

“Why do you hide it?” you ask, the words out before you can second-guess them.

Luka tilts his head, considering. Then he shrugs, gaze dropping to the floor for the first time all night.

“I don’t really try to hide it,” he says, quiet now. “It’s just that nobody’s ever cared enough to see it.”

You freeze.

Something about the way he says it, so casual, so unguarded, it punches straight through your ribs. You know that feeling too well. That invisible ache of being overlooked, misunderstood. The way you learn to hold the soft parts of yourself in because they’ve never been safe anywhere else.

You meet his eyes. “That’s not true. People care.”

“Yeah, maybe.” He gives you a lopsided smile. “But not like this. Not the quiet stuff. Most people like the noise.”

You look down again. “I’ve never liked the noise.”

“I know,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You don’t know what to say to that. So you just sit with it. Let it wrap around you like something warm and heavy and impossible to name.

Then, as if reading your thoughts, Luka pushes off the counter and comes to stand beside you. He doesn’t touch you. Just leans his hip against the sink and nudges your shoulder gently with his.

“You’re not hard to figure out, you know,” he says.

You scoff. “That’s a first.”

“No, really. You think you’re hiding all this stuff but you’re not. You light up when you talk about books. You hate small talk but you’ll talk for hours if it’s about something real. And you laugh like it surprises you every time.”

You stare at him, breath caught somewhere between disbelief and something dangerously close to hope.

“And,” he adds, voice softening, “you care more than you let on.”

“I don’t…” you start, then falter. “I’m not good at showing it.”

“You don’t have to be,” he says, looking right at you. “Not with me.”

The silence after that isn’t empty. It’s full, brimming with something unspoken but understood. A promise, maybe. Or the beginning of one.

You take a deep breath. Luka’s still watching you, not with expectation, but with the quiet patience of someone who’s willing to wait for your pace.

And for the first time in a long time, you don’t feel like you have to hide.

You just stand there, side by side in the dim kitchen light, and think, maybe being seen like this doesn’t have to feel so terrifying after all.

Maybe with him, it could even feel like coming home.

my 6k celly!

[gingerteafairy]

𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 + 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐭 𝟐

luke cooper – acts of service + physical touch

The first thing Luke told you is that he hates PDA. Not because he’s cold, but because he just feels shy being seen kissing you. But at home, he can’t stop touching you. If you’re making popcorn, he’s standing behind you. Watching a movie? His arm’s around you. Lying down? He’s running his fingers through your hair until you fall asleep. His mom even thanks you because he’s started cleaning his room since dating you. "She said that? No, look. Why would i make my bed if I'm gonna mess up anyway? I just do yours because it's comfier to cuddle."

max cooperman – words of affirmation + quality time

Dating Max comes with a major perk—a great eye for photos. You wouldn’t have to think about your poses because he’d tell you exactly what to do, helping when you’re unsure what to do with your arms and legs. Without realizing it, he’d shower you with compliments as he took pictures. “That’s it, you look gorgeous.” “Wow, you’re perfect like this.” “How are you this beautiful?” “Smile like that—perfect.” Physical touch would be great too, but getting to go everywhere with you would be even better, especially when you watched him fight from the crowd. And what’s better than a victory kiss after a win?

warren lipka – physical touch + gifts

Warren loves kissing. That’s the first thing you need to know. His life’s dream is to spend an entire day kissing you, maybe mapping every inch of your body with kisses. Anything that involves feeling close to you—he’s in. Corny pick-ups to tease you. "Are you a drug dealer? Cause I'm a kiss addict. Pfft. Fuck, that was awful. But no seriously, i'm having abstinence without 'em." He’s respectful, not clingy, but if you’re open to it, he’ll be attached to you 24/7. As a good klepto, he’d steal random stuff to give to you. “Why a Sonic soap bar? No clue… It just suits you.”

alex – gifts, quality time + physical touch

Alex is pretty reserved, but he’d find subtle ways to show you how much he cares beyond touch—especially through art. He’d sketch you while you were focused or sleeping. He’d draw something you love and give it as a gift. And there’d be gifts from the shop as part of an inside joke "Check this out. I have no idea how this... weird shit works. wanna find out and see if it's good?" Midnight conversations would be a given between deep conversations about life or just silly stuff to past time. He has a list of things he wants to do with you and plans to do them all before sharing the list with you. "Why did I buy this ticket to Japan? Dunno, felt lucky. Wanna come? It's saturday."

peter maximoff – gifts, acts of service + quality time

Peter would be the silliest boyfriend ever—he’d spoil you until you told him to stop. Want ice cream? Here it is. Need to pick out clothes? He’d show you all the options in a second. Too lazy to do the dishes? Done—though he almost broke a plate. He might steal that computer you wanted, but he’s trying to improve and actually work for things (though stealing still seems easier). "I'd steal the moon for you if i could. Wait. Is it the perfect time to say that I love you to the moon and back? Man, gotta talk to Xavier. I'mma make it work. Write my words."

colin zabel – quality time + acts of service

Colin is shy and would take some time to open up with compliments and touch. For a while, you’d mostly go out to different places together. "You're so damn beautiful. I mean, if it's not disrespectful to say, i... you're beautiful. You probably know that, right?" Consent king!!! Always asking if you're okay or if you like what he's doing. Over time, this would evolve into random acts of help—picking up your clothes from the laundry or helping with things around the house. "I feel useful when i help you, don't worry. Uhm... Are you hungry? Got this on the way back. I know how much you like this."

todd haynes – physical touch, quality time + words of affirmation

Todd loves nothing more than playing video games by your side. He’d read comics in bed with you and watch series together—never watching an episode without you (scout’s honor). He’d find things online and try them out with you. “Hey, there're a bunch of different types of kisses—wanna try?” "Hey, you wanna do a spa day? You mentioned that the other day. I bought those weird face masks. Cucumber or something like that. Can't risk acids. Anyway, why the hell are you putting acid on your face? It burns!" He’d also drop random compliments like, “Your kisses taste like pink and hot chocolate." or “As twenty one pilots say, my music taste is your face. This song reminds me of you."

masterlist part one

[monster-disaster]

Thoughts on what it’d take for a monster boyfriend to leave you?

Hear me out! In a lot stories, monsters tend to be “the one” that reader meets, with past exs being human men. It’s rarely ever some exs being monsters. In stories such as these, the monster is also not just “the one,” but the first monster the human has ever been in a relationship with. So that made me wonder, what would it take for a monster to leave you or to break a relationship off? Would it be for similar human reasons like, drifting apart, misaligned relationship goals and expectations, or even cheating?

Idk. This just feels like an interesting concept to explore. Though of course with a happy ending afterwards!

I think it’s not all that different from relationships between humans.

Here are some examples I believe would fit:

Wolf-shifter: Wolves are naturally pack animals, and it’s no different for shifters. They tend to be incredibly close to their families and communities. Regular family dinners, large get-togethers, and constant check-ins are part of their way of life. It can feel overwhelming or even stifling to someone not used to such a tight-knit dynamic. Then there’s the matter of family expectations. Many wolf-shifters dream of having big families of their own. It’s deeply rooted in their nature. But what happens when a wolf-shifter falls in love with someone who doesn’t want children? Well, more often than not, it ends up in a breakup.

Succubus/Incubus: Dating can be particularly challenging for a succubus or incubus. Despite their allure and charm, finding the one can be hard for them. Even when they are genuinely seeking a serious relationship, they are often treated as a fleeting fantasy rather than a potential partner. More often than not, they find themselves ghosted after just one night. And for those who do manage to form relationships, jealousy becomes a recurring problem. It’s hard for their partners not to feel insecure, knowing how easily a succubus or incubus can draw attention from others. Misunderstandings and doubts creep in and end the relationship.

Orc: Orcs face their own problems when it comes to stereotypes. They are often seen as having to fit a specific mold: big, strong, muscular, and intimidating. If they check all those boxes, they’re frequently objectified, treated as little more than their physicality. People may pursue them for their imposing presence or brute strength, but rarely for who they are underneath. Especially when people think they are just all muscle and no brain. And then there are the orcs who don’t fit the stereotype. Not every orc is towering or built like a tank. Some are smaller, softer, or simply leaner than what people expect. Their value is questioned simply because they don’t align with what society thinks an orc should be.

So they often find themselves in relationships where they cause disappointment in their partner just because they try to be themselves. Obviously, these relationships end quickly.

Minotaur: Minotaurs, by nature, are often deeply committed to keeping the peace. They are patient, steady, and avoid confrontation whenever possible. It’s a strength that makes them reliable and calming partners, but it can also be a double-edged sword. Unfortunately, this can attract the wrong kind of partner; someone who takes advantage of their kindness and willingness to compromise, and before they realize it, they may find themselves in a one-sided relationship, bending over backward for someone who doesn’t truly value them. When they finally reach their limit, something shifts, and they end the toxic relationship.

Goblins: Goblins tend to be rough around the edges; bold, brash, and unapologetically themselves. They need a partner who can match their energy, someone who won’t shy away from their chaotic nature or try to smooth them out. If they end up with someone who’s too reserved, overly sensitive (for them), or easily put off by their unpolished ways, it’s usually a recipe for disaster.

So, all in all, monsters can face their own unique challenges in relationships, just like anyone else. It all depends more on their personalities. And, of course, they can be mean, cheating, or even abusive jerks, too. But honestly, we don’t dwell on those types because, let’s be real, we are here for the monsters who worship us.

[blackknight-kai]

I don't usually ask people questions of any kind, but seeing that you write, I thought I'd dapple a bit.

(Fluff or whichever direction your mind takes thins, idrc)

If Wukong/ Destined One and their person of interest were to be chillin in a valley or in the woods or looking at the stars or doing anything besides kickin monster ass, what would they be saying to each other or thinking?

Hiya!! (Thank you for the ask 🫶🫶)

Honestly I think this really and truly depends!

Everyone is a bit different. I try not to give specifics when it comes to reader tooooooo much so immersion isn’t broken too bad. Same with OC, (one day I’ll share mine)

But I think conversation could go many ways.

Are either of you sad? Happy? Content? Angry?

I like to think I’m quiet moments they’d spend time getting to know each other. Or at least learning more about each other.

It wouldn’t be all 1 kind of conversation either. Sometimes playful, sometimes serious, sometimes melancholy….I think though you would cherish the time you have together.

Trading stories, past experiences, random thoughts, beliefs, or debating things. Maybe you’d talk about nothing at all - just simple things like food or how you had rock under your back all night while you slept.

I think he’d definitely listen to you - Wukong may SEEM like he’s not (he’s a playful jerk) but he is. DO is always listening.

Wukong would be a chatty Cathy. DO would be more reserved (depending on if you hc as talking a little or never).

I think in softer moments he would be wonderful, talking lowly and softly with you (DO maybe makes low soft noises of acknowledgment or quiet version of sounds he has for certain responses). The atmosphere warm and comforting between you.

Sometimes, you guys just sit in silence. Basking in the peace and each others company.

I feel like Wukong would always lean on the playful banter side unless he knows it’s serious. DO is usually more on the serious side but there’s a playful monkey in there that likes to come out. Both would tease you or joke with you in their own ways.

I think really he’d be a wonderful friend and partner to talk with. To just be with and enjoy his company.

(If you’re gonna go spicy talk well, Wukong is all about it and will spicy talk your ear off, good luck! DO takes some warming up at first but he’s just as bad as Wukong once you get him comfy. He’s a shy peanut first.)

At the end of the day he just loves being near you and with you and loves hearing your voice or making you laugh. Or comforting you. Wants to be your rock and you his home.

[bandsofmarv]

Hi!!!! I just read The One Who Stayed, and that was so good. Very good work. Could I request for a fluffy and a little smutty fic with Tony Stark x reader? :)

Of course! I’ve been wanting to do a Tony one.

Breaking through the iron shell

A shy new recruit joins the avengers and catches Tony’s attention. Determined to draw you out of your shell, Tony’s teasing and charm lead to unexpected sparks.

- fluff , slight smut.

The Avengers compound was overwhelming, to say the least. You’d been recruited for your engineering skills, but being in the same building as some of the greatest heroes in the world? That was enough to make your stomach churn with nerves.

You’d spent most of your first week keeping your head down, avoiding small talk, and burying yourself in the projects you’d been assigned. But Tony Stark wasn’t the kind of man to let someone go unnoticed.

It started with little things.

“Hey, genius,” Tony called one afternoon, leaning casually against the doorway to the lab where you worked. “You realize we have a coffee machine that does more than just sit there and look pretty, right? Go get yourself a cup. You’re gonna burn out those circuits, and I don’t just mean the ones on the desk.”

You froze mid-solder, heat rising to your face as you registered his presence. “I-I’m okay,” you stammered, keeping your eyes fixed on the tiny wires in front of you.

“Hmm,” Tony mused, stepping into the room. “Shy. Didn’t see that coming.”

You glanced up briefly, your heart pounding at the sight of him. Tony Stark was larger than life in person, his presence magnetic.

“I’m not shy,” you mumbled, though the flush on your face said otherwise.

He grinned, tilting his head as if considering you. “You’re not shy, huh? Then what do we call the mumbling, no-eye-contact thing? Modest? Reserved? Or are you just saving all the charm for the next guy who walks in?”

You let out a nervous laugh, unsure how to respond.

From that moment on, Tony seemed to make it his mission to draw you out of your shell.

He’d swing by your workspace daily, leaning over your shoulder to comment on your work. At first, his teasing left you flustered, but over time, you started to anticipate it. His compliments—hidden beneath layers of sarcasm—helped you feel like you belonged.

“You know,” he said one day, watching as you calibrated a new piece of tech, “I think you’re giving me a run for my money. Don’t get too good, though. I’ve got an ego to maintain.”

You smiled, a little more comfortable now. “Don’t worry, I don’t think I’ll outshine Iron Man anytime soon.”

“Flattery,” he said with a smirk. “Not necessary, but appreciated.”

It wasn’t until a late-night work session that things shifted between you.

You were finishing up a prototype when Tony walked in, a glass of scotch in his hand.

“Burning the midnight oil, huh?” he asked, his voice softer than usual.

You nodded, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. “Just wanted to get this done.”

Tony set his drink down and leaned on the workbench beside you. “You’ve been killing it, you know. I don’t say that lightly. Well, maybe I do, but this time I mean it.”

Your cheeks warmed at the compliment. “Thanks. That means a lot coming from you.”

He studied you for a moment, his expression thoughtful. “You’re different from the others,” he said. “Quiet, but not in a bad way. Makes me wonder what’s going on in that head of yours.”

You shrugged, suddenly feeling exposed under his gaze. “Just… trying to do my job.”

He reached out, gently tilting your chin so you’d meet his eyes. “You’re doing more than that, sweetheart.”

The intensity in his gaze made your breath hitch. There was something magnetic about the way he looked at you, as if you were the only person in the room.

The kiss was unexpected, but not unwelcome.

One moment, you were standing there, caught in his gaze. The next, his lips were on yours—soft, warm, and surprisingly tender.

You froze for a second, unsure of how to react, but when his hand moved to the small of your back, pulling you closer, you melted into him.

The kiss deepened, his free hand tangling in your hair as he pressed you against the workbench. Your hands found their way to his chest, the fabric of his shirt soft beneath your fingers.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin.

“Too much?” he asked, his voice husky.

You shook your head, your cheeks flushed. “No. Definitely not.”

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The following weeks were a blur of stolen kisses and lingering touches. Tony’s teasing didn’t stop, but there was a new warmth to it now—a softness that made your heart race.

He didn’t just make you feel wanted; he made you feel seen.

And as you grew more confident, you found yourself teasing him back, matching his wit with your own.

“Careful, Stark,” you said one day, grinning as you adjusted the specs on a shared project. “Keep complimenting me, and I might start thinking I’m the genius here.”

He smirked, leaning close enough that you could feel his breath on your neck. “Oh, you are, sweetheart. But don’t forget who taught you everything you know.”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest was undeniable.

Tony Stark had a way of breaking through your walls, and for the first time in your life, you were glad someone had.

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How would your ocs react to a partner whos very vocal and loud in bed, like every moment they can't go without spouting some type of praise. . . ask, totally not based on a chat im having - 🐠🎩

mmmhehehhe... < З I LIKE THIS QUESTION DEAR FISH ANON. okaaaayyy lessgooo.... also feel free to send me more questions like this one, it was fun to write for everyone <3 deity, naga, monster under the bed, kikimora, fallen god, mothman x reader. derzena x fem!reader, the rest is gender-neutral. there could be mistakes and im npt s orrty

gavriil. — the louder you are the better, honestly. gavriil here is a provider, he cares about your pleasure more than his own, so there's nothing more rewarding than to hear your voice break so deliciously. sex with him is a praising galore... loves receiving it too! he's very talkative and mostly breathes heavily or hums in amusement/delight. if you don't want to make noise on principle, that's a whole different story. will take it as a challenge. will fuck the noises out of you. breaking your indifferent facade until you're nothing but a drooling, whining mess always makes him so smug and proud.

xiaolong. — prefers it if you're at least somewhat vocal because he want to hear how good he makes you feel, so you being so unashamed is perfect for him. loves cutting off your never-ending stream of sweet words and whimpers by kissing you. will remind you to keep it down sometimes though, because "you don't want the whole inn to hear your pretty moans now, do you? they're reserved for my ears only, isn't that right, dear? mmhm, that's it". can't get enough of how lovely your voice sounds when you call out his name. will probably tease you about that later...

taisya\tasechka. — when he's balls deep inside of you, he would absolutely not care. he won't even hear you probably, driven blindly by his instincts and desires. that's why when you want him to stop or give you a second for whatever reason, you need to show it with your body language. give him a pat, a punch (he won't mind), a squeeze. he pays much more attention to how your body moves and shudders underneath him, how your breathing patterns change. values your physical participation more than anything else. this guy is also pretty loud himself, though his noises are not very... pleasant on the ears and sometimes his voice morphs in funny ways, giving that uncanny edge to his low whines and growls.

derzena. — she will be... a bit surprised. she didn't have many lovers, and most of them were pretty quiet and/or shy in her presence (no wonder, bc she has a very... intimidating stare). at first she will think she did something wrong, or, heavens forbid, hurt you. derzena is a very careful woman, mainly because she's very aware of her sizes and strength. but once you reassure her and tell her that you're just very vocal in bed, she'll except it and will move on. she'll learn to love it very quickly, silently relishing in your gasps and loud pleas. she might lose herself for a good while between your legs, eating you out for hours and pushing her thick, smooth tongue deeper into your pussy to see if she can make you even louder.

veniamin. — oh he is so mean. likes it when you're loud just because he gets to shut you up. a hand clasped tightly over your mouth or pushing your face into the pillow, he doesn't care as long as you're keeping up the volume and writhing under him. when he's feeling gracious enough he'll let you ride him and babble all you want. until then, he'll keep calling you a desperate little thing, mocking the noises you make <З despite that, he also loves it when you talk back or insult him in return. it's the "missionary, so we can keep arguing" for him. smug fucker wants nothing more than to rile you up and then make you whine in disappointment by ruining your orgasm... for the fourth time in a row.

livy. — he hasn't had much experience with humans before, so he thinks it's perfectly normal for you to express yourself the way that you do. livy thinks it's very pretty actually, and won't stop you, because no one will hear you in the middle of the forest, where his cave resides. except for him, of course <з lets out happy chirps and clicks in return, or hisses sweetly when your little hole squeezes him so tightly. will ask how you feel very frequently, seeking your approval. might get too excited and get a bit rough, fucking you into the ground, trying to stuff you full of his cock despite you being so much smaller in comparison to him.

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Hi GT absolutely love lionheart, I just wanted to know how in your headcanon would others perceive Draco in the Lionheart universe, l think one of the rear glimpses we got to see how other individuals view him was from Ron in Chapter 71: Auld Lang Syne which was kind of heart breaking especially the part Ron says/implies that he doesn't want to be like him

So it got me thinking do others view Draco as this cold, quiet, unattached, nonchalant person, and if so then I imagine him to be the quiet and reserved member of the golden quartet.

If that's the case then the dynamic between him and Hermione would be absolutely adorable, her the firey passionate loud mouth, and him the quiet, nonchalant, dangerously competent posh boy.

I think so! I'll sometimes go back and review dialogue for group scenes, and it's striking how little Draco says. He's not at all forthcoming in a group; most of his remarks are little asides or one-on-one conversations with someone while the group keeps talking. He's not shy, by any means, but he's just not the most sociable person in the world. And like, Gryffindor knows this, and they've grown used to (even affectionate for!) him, but it's like: yeah, that's Draco. He don't say much. Except to Hermione when they're doing a plot. Maybe don't get too close to that, though.

That impression also comes out through contrast with the people he hangs out with: Hermione is Hermione, who runs the Tower like a navy battalion, and Harry/Ron are both pretty sociable, friendly dudes. You see the four of them sitting together, and odds are it's not Draco who's talking.

I will say that Ron's being harsh on Draco in Chapter 71 — understandably, since he's worried his dad's going to die, but perhaps not with the most clear-sighted idea of who Draco is or seems to be. They're discussing Draco's tendency to suppress inconvenient emotions when they arise, which is (a) what lets him function despite his bespoke childhood trauma gauntlet, but also (b) a very stark contrast with Ron, who feels things deeply and obviously, and regards losing that quality as a kind of death. I think there's also a bit of miscommunication happening between them about what Draco means when he says "like this" — Draco's saying, yeah, I've learned to repress and compartmentalize and function despite loss, and Ron is hearing, I figured out how to stop caring. Which is not the same thing. Or maybe it is! But they have very different perspectives on the subject.