#i love them and i love working on these little prompts

[weltraum-vaquero]

i was scrolling through pinterest and i came across a prompt: “i can’t focus with your damn hand on my— ooh..” i IMMEDIATELY thought of jayce 🫢 can i request sumn like that? i love your work so much 😭😭

Hi anon, this prompt drove me insane. Thank you so much!

Play (dirty)

Jayce Talis x GN Reader

Summary: A fancy play at the Piltover Opera is a good excuse as any to deck out. And an even better excuse to have some fun with your partner.

Word count: 2.5k

MDNI. Mature content under the cut.

Tags: Sub Jayce, slight exhibitionism, dry handjobs, heavy petting, alcohol consumption

Jayce could never stand still. There’s something in him that’s constant, restless, relentless. Always the type to fiddle, to twirl his pen between his fingers, to scratch at his own scruff in thought, to chew the inside of his cheek, to bounce his leg. His mind is a hyperactive, brilliant thing; equal parts blessing and curse.

He does it now, too — bouncing his leg, that is, under the fine silk of his prettiest burgundy slacks (his ass, though nothing to write home about, never failed to look tremendous in those. Something about the thin, generously revealing material seaming to the humble curve of his ass in a salacious display). Jayce taps his fingers on the sturdy oakwood of the theatre chair as he stares at the still lowered curtain, crosses his legs, sighs, uncrosses them, bounces his leg again.

It’s the final stretch of the second intermission, though the play isn’t particularly doing it for you, mainly because you’ve seen this exact rendition before, with Jayce at your side. Just… not from up here: an opulently designed balcony, all to yourselves, just shy of the stage. Generous courtesy of Salo for a favor taken rather than given from Jayce, a situation that’s been stressing him out something fierce these past few weeks. You digress. That’s not what matters anymore — he’s earned a break. He’s earned something good.

It’s a lovely opportunity to spend some time with him outside of the confines of his lab or your shared home, which is growing increasingly rare. It’s a lovely opportunity to put on your shiniest clothes and make a pretty sight for one another.

Undeniably, that’s been the best aspect of it. Jayce has been sneaking looks at you the whole time — perhaps bored with the play, perhaps too enticed with you. And you can’t exactly blame him, because you’re not doing much better either. 

How are you meant to do anything when you have a much more captivating sight to take in, sitting tensely in the chair next to yours?

A dark shirt that hugs the proud swell of his chest just right (certainly something to write home about), a pretty burgundy jacket just the same warm colour as the fruity merlot he’s finished sipping on, lingering on his plump lips. Silk curling at the seams, stretching under the heft of his now thicker thighs as they rest on the seat, tie loosened just so, and he’s good enough to eat. 

You lay a warm hand on the inside of his leg, and Jayce, as he always does, yields. Less on thought, more on instinct, always so eager, before he turns to look at you with a question in amber eyes gone chocolatey dark in the low light of the room.

“Hm?” 

His cologne hits you in a peppery-sweet, floral wave as he leans in, leans closer, and gives you the attention you’re so clearly demanding.

“Should I get us more wine?” You make feeble conversation, more eager to hear his voice than his thoughts. He’s been sharing most of them in whispers throughout the play so far as is. 

Jayce shakes his head, flashes a conspiratorial, boyish little smirk. “If I have any more, I might um,” he breaks out in a short, clearly tipsy giggle, “do something I really shouldn’t be doing up here.”

His hand finds yours, pinkies twining together in a near juvenile but vulnerable display of his affection, a plea for affection. And, oh, his eyes, though his pupils are blown wide, glitter mischievously like a cat’s about to pounce. Two can play that game… 

“Mm. That would be a terrible look on you,” you emptily agree. “Think of the headlines… Man of Progress caught moaning during Winter Solstice play, Man of Progress bent over the railing on the opera’s most lavish balcony…”

Jayce nods, a little drunkenly. Leans in for a kiss before he breathes: “Terrible.”

You let him have it — how could you not? Let him sloppily lick at your mouth like an overeager puppy for a long, dizzying, smooth-merlot attempt at a kiss. He smiles into it, as if in thanks.

Before you give a gentle little push at the plush swell of his chest with your other hand, pacing him, pulling away to leave him in a dazed little stupor. His breath hits your now slick lips in a warm, wet brush.

“Intermission’s about to end.” You pat his thigh less sensually, more like you’d pat an obedient dog for a trick well done. “Better keep quiet and focus on the third act.”

It looks like it pains him to settle back into his velvet seat, so you leave your hand on the top of his now still thigh — a reminder, a promise. It keeps Jayce on his toes more than the narrative unfolding before you does. Well worked sinew draws so tight you can feel it vibrate even under the soft layer of plush fat on his thighs, and as the action in the play begins to find its inevitable build, you find your hand wandering. 

Just to the inside of his thigh, first, where he’s softer, which he gladly offers up to you. Fingers draw patterns more intricate than the paisley on his vest, until poor, tormented Jayce begins to shift in his velvet seat. Tilts his hips this way, then that, then readjusts his whole frame in the seat with an awkward clear of his throat when it creaks.

The rich tones of a singular violin crescendos in sync with the dip of your hand further, up, up, until you reach that tense tendon on the inside of his leg, where his thigh seams to his hip.

And further inwards, his straining cock nudges the back of your knuckles through the silk of his pants. Jayce jumps with the contact… Poor, poor thing.

“Aw, Jayce...” It’s both pity and reprimand, a whisper so low he can barely hear it. The flesh of his thigh spills from between squeezing fingers; it has him lowering his head in shame and trying to breathe through it. If not for the sacred quiet of the imposing room, for the performers playing their instruments as deftly as you’re about to play him, he would have at the very least whined for it. A low, pleading, dog-like sound.

Instead, he shoots you a look. Desperate and dazed and wide-eyed all at once in the dark of the room, before it turns into a kind of anger that does not and will not bite. Nibbles on you like an angry puppy, more like.

“How d-do you expect me to focus when your damn hand is—“ and you give him what he wants, “o-oh.”

Grabbing a handful of the straining outline of his dick through his pants, rubbing just once, from the wet patch on the tip to as far down as the silk allows.

“Better?” You ask.

Jayce breathes a terrified, shivering sigh.

“I don’t know,” he whispers.

“I can stop,” you remind. He knows it to be the truth intimately; though he aches to please to a fault, Jayce has learned a thing or two about respecting his own boundaries by now. You trust that if he needs you to, he will give you the word.

“Don’t.” Armrests gripped so tight they could splinter, eager hips raise off the theatre seat to chase your hand until your palm cradles his leaky tip once more. Wide eyes flutter closed and cherry slick lips part in a muted expression of bliss.

“Then don’t make a mess,” you breathe into his ear. “And keep quiet. Can you do that, baby?”

Jayce nods desperately, and does a surprisingly great job at swallowing another moan as you twirl your fingertips around what should be the crown of his cock, silk gliding under your hand akin to well oiled skin. He lets it happen gladly, spreads his legs in welcoming especially when you reach further down, until the dainty weight of his balls sits cupped in the groove of your palm. There, you linger, simply holding him where he’s most sensitive, unmoving.

Jayce exhales shakily, baby doe eyes flicking between you and the hand between his legs in questioning, in hope. The soft, still cradle of your palm turns greedy as you feel him up, fingertips curling around the heft of his bulge, his cock pressing into your hand. All of him trembles with how he stifles a gasp into the back of his fist.

You simply knead at him idly, the way a satisfied cat would as it purrs, and make a show of diverting your attention back to the play you couldn’t care less about. It gets him off, in some capacity, to be touched but not paid attention to. It had made him soil his pants so quick, once, simply letting him have his pleasure against your thigh while you were busy with a book, and it’s a technique you employ on occasion since. Coupled with the fact that Jayce, touchy and needy as he is, hasn’t gotten much chance at release lately, you know for certain he will find it now, and fast. 

The glossy silk has gone sticky wet at the very tip of his dick, so much so it even leaves your hand damp after an indulgent squeeze at it. Below, horns blare with the oncoming climax of the play, music daunting in its grandeur even from up so high. In spute of such an enticing distraction at hand, you can’t help but marvel at them as you palm Jayce’s cock. And you recognize the melody the very next moment, the thrill of hearing it for the very first time; just as you know the end Jayce is approaching with intimate familiarity, so do you remember the next part of the play. 

It will go quiet for a long, breathtaking moment to draw the audience to the edge of their seats, the calm before the storm — and Jayce, judging by the sweat on his brow, the way he almost tears into the back of his fist with his canines, Jayce will not, cannot be quiet.

The realization must hit him at the same time as it hits you, because his free hand grabs yours in a death grip, a decidedly desperate attempt at halting the inevitable. 

“S-stop,” he whispers, his lips meeting on the p just moments before the entire orchestra quiets. 

You can hear every bated inhale in the grandiose room — but none of them as sweet as Jayce’s. The whole room buzzes, alight with the anticipation of the audience. 

Jayce squeezes your hand vehemently, like the weight of his barely contained orgasm threatens to crush him. His thighs clench around your hand, his body curls, he exhales in a silent cry, before he presses his hand to his lips so hard it makes you wince. You lean in close enough to be able to hear his thoughts, let him hide his face in the fabric on your shoulder.

“Breathe,” you coo at him like he’s in pain, stroking your thumb up, then down the aching outline of his cock. It makes his hips jump. “Once the music starts again, I’ll take care of you.”

You can feel him nod his head against your shoulder, can feel his grip slacken, can hear the tension in the room crackling like lightning when a violin starts a short-lived solo that is soon joined by the rest of the orchestra in a tsunami.

Jayce lets go of your hand, spreads his legs as if to offer himself up on a silver platter to you — full, complete trust. You slip the buttons of his pants out of their eyelets fast, aided by the near oily slipperiness of the fabric, the press of his cock, which have the front flap popping open the rest of the way.

Your hand slides down the bump of his soft, fuzzy tummy, into his pants, his underwear, easily, because it’s warm, familiar territory. Cradling all he’s worth in your hand, you scoop both his cock and his balls from the confines of the silk, laying them out vulnerable and exposed to the cold air.

It forces a gasp from Jayce, fortunately lost to the music, instinctually going to cover himself with both hands at the sensation and the prospect of being at the mercy of such a grand, full room.

“I’ve got you,” you remind him. Deft hands reach for his breast pocket, stealing away his handkerchief from him. Even dazed like this, Jayce understands your intention easily, and wins another battle against his instincts as he lets his hands fall away from where they’re cupped over himself protectively. One hand fists the silk of his pants, and the other wraps around your forearm not in guidance, but in seeking, of your presence, of you, grounding himself.

Jayce goes perfectly still as you stroke his dry cock, from root to swollen tip. It can’t be satisfying, you know so by just the feel of your hand around him, the way his foreskin drags with the grip you have on him, up, over his leaky cockhead, then down, exposing him where he’s most sensitive. It can’t be good, but it’s enough, because Jayce whines, quiet and half-terrified as he hides his face against your shoulder, before he goes rigid with your next upward stroke. 

And you do that thing he likes so much — his tip’s smeared in enough of his precum to facilitate an overstimulating twist of your palm around just the ruddiness of his crown. His mouth falls open in a silent wail.

Jayce is so easy. Shoots his load into the handkerchief you bring up to his cock just in time, lets you milk all his overwhelming orgasm’s worth into the fabric until he can’t help but clench his thighs around your still moving hand. Trembles in time with his twitching cock as you wipe the strings of cum off his sticky, swollen cockhead and stuff the handkerchief back into his breast pocket.

The orchestra quiets once more, for good this time, and the audience’s applause roars. There won’t be much time until the lights come on, so you make quick work of tucking him back into his pants, and once Jayce regains some of his mental footing, he helps you button them back up.

Just in time — the lights blind you, but not as much as he does. Sitting low in his seat, slick with sweat, disheveled in his best clothes, and smiling at you so wide and dopey he shines, Jayce is brighter than any light, any sun. His chest rises and falls at a fierce, breakneck pace as he catches his breath.

You lean in to grant him a well deserved kiss to the cheek, one he chases with his mouth instead, and smiles into when you lick what remains of the by now long dried merlot from the ridges of his lips.

It makes him smile wider, a blush that matches his suit perfectly blooms on his cheeks. He takes the hand you’d stroked him with, intertwines your fingers like the lovesick fool that he is. You squeeze back, like the lovesick fool that you are, and can’t help but gaze into his eyes even as the eager applause slowly fizzles out.

“They clapped for the wrong performance,” you whisper to him. “You were far more glorious than any play.”

[humanpurposes]

Hi hiiii I couldn’t resist to not slide into your inbox and request a Christmas fic based on this prompt with a Aemond who isn’t used to his girl’s flirty behavior and gets flustered soo easily👀 you can totally ignore this if you don’t like it<3333

“Since I can’t ride in Santa’s sleigh, can I ride you instead?” “Sorry, what?”

HI RUE ✨ Kinda put my own spin on this but I'm sure you'll love it <3

Can I Ride You Instead?

modern!Aemond x reader

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: smut, Aemond being a workaholic while his girl has needs

A/n: It's tiiiiime, happy 1st December!!

Main Masterlist // Christmas Masterlist

One more night in King’s Landing. You look out from the window at the lights in the city; street lamps; lively pubs; offices that have been abandoned until new year; and all the festive lights lining the highstreets. Conquest Street is your favourite place to be this time of year. You love the displays in the shop windows, the market in the square, the little wooden huts selling scarves and handmade jewellery, the smell of mulled wine, sugar and cinnamon, almost tangible in your nose and on your tongue. What you wouldn’t give to be there right now.

Aemond’s apartment is bleak by comparison. He doesn’t see the point in decorations, not when he’ll be spending Christmas at his family’s estate– at Dragonstone, Christmas is Alicent’s territory. Aemond’s place is clean, lit by lowlights with no bursts of colour or fairy lights and no tree.

He’s sitting at the dining table. The cold glare of his laptop shines over his face and reflects in the lenses of his glasses.

This boy never takes a break.

Term technically doesn’t end until tomorrow but everyone you know has already gone home to make the most of the break. Not Aemond. He wants to stay for as long as possible. He doesn’t talk about his family much, but you can put pieces together. You booked your own train ticket home according to his because you could think of nothing worse than leaving him alone on the run up to Christmas.

“Sit down, you’re making me anxious,” Aemond says, not looking up from the screen.

He’s been on the verge of irritation all day. You’re in the kitchen trying to make hot chocolate? Too much noise, he says. You’re at the dining table wrapping presents for your parents? Too distracting.

You take slow steps across the floor, behind his chair, draping yourself over his shoulders. He’s working on some project for an internship and simultaneously trying to get ahead on the research for his dissertation.

You love how he looks when he’s focused, the frown that means he’s utterly absorbed in what he’s doing. It’s not quite so endearing when he could be focusing on you instead.

Your arms wrap around him. He pushes his glasses up and puts a hand over yours, a featherlight touch. You want more.

“It’s getting late you say,” letting your lips ghost over his temple.

“It’s not even six.”

“You should take a break. We could order food?”

“Yeah, when I’m done with this, I just need to–”

“Aemond.”

Your arms fall away from him and he looks up at you with a slow breath. His expression is soft, his eyes slightly hooded, his lips fallen. He knows he's upset you.

“Aemond, it’s our last night together before Christmas.”

He shuts the lid of his laptop and leaves his glasses on the table. As much as you love how he looks with them on, there’s something about the unobstructed view of his face that never fails to take your breath away. Especially his eyes, one blue, one glass and made to imitate a sapphire, framed in a neat scar running down the left side of his face, an injustice of childhood.

He leans forward, snaking his hands to your waist, pulling you in towards him. 

It’s an unfair move really. Suddenly all you want to do is run your fingers through his silver hair, tilt his chin up, hold his face in your hands.

“You’re right, darling,” he says, stroking his thumbs in circles where they fall against your belly. You feel the pressure of it through the knit jumper you wear. “Let’s go out. Pub? Restaurant? What’s the market thing on Conquest Street, didn’t you mention that a while ago?”

“It’s a bit late to go out now, I’d have to get ready.”

“We’ll stay in and watch a Christmas movie then, yeah?”

“I didn’t think you’d be in the mood for something festive.”

He makes a quick face. Not that long ago you’d tried to get him to watch The Muppet Christmas Carol, and he was far from impressed. What horrors will you have in store for him next? “Whatever you want. I want whatever you want.”

You coax him to the sofa, big and plush and expensive. Aemond throws a blanket over the two of you and with a few taps of his phone arranges the food. Without much deliberation you put on Love Actually, meeting Aemond’s eye with a wide grin.

He hides his face in his hands but survives the ordeal.

By the time the credits are rolling it’s not particularly late, but you’re dreading the morning. You’ll have to wake up early, pack a bag, then you and Aemond will go to the train station together and go your separate ways until the new year. A whole two weeks apart.

You cozy up to him, breathe in the smell of his aftershave.

“What now, another film?” He asks, trying to find the remote.

Another idea pops into your head. “We could do something else?”

Aemond catches your eye, trying not to smile. “Now let me think, what else could we possibly do, hmm?” He’s awful at playing coy and has been since the moment you met him. He’s too observant, too intent on the details to play dumb.

“Well,” you say, tracing fingertips along the material of his sweats, over his thigh, “since it is the season, and I can’t ride Santa’s sleigh, can I ride you instead?”

His mouth bursts into a messy smile. “Sorry, what?”

You mean to huff out of annoyance but it comes out like a laugh. “I’m trying to be cute!”

Aemond takes your chin in his fingers and your body freezes. “You really don’t need to try,” he says, and leans in to capture your lips with his.

The way Aemond kisses makes you melt every time. He’s slow and commanding, like he’s savouring every precious moment. His hands slide underneath your jumper, dragging along your skin to hold your waist. The promise of what will come next puts you on edge.

Sparse gasps for breath hum in the back of your throat. Aemond smiles against your lips and holds you tighter, dragging you to straddle his lap. He pulls away from your mouth, to your frustration, and places a wide palm at your navel, the waist of your jeans. “Stand up, need to get these off.”

You move off him and go to undo the top button, but Aemond grabs your wrists and pulls you closer. You watch as he smiles slightly, his fingers moving to undo the button and the zip. He’s teasing you, drawing out the anticipation as much as he can. 

You sigh in relief once they’re off, dragging them down your legs, tossing them aside and coming back to straddle Aemond. 

His hands settle at your thighs. “Look at you, so eager, hmm?”

“You can’t blame me, you’ve been ignoring me all day,” you say, grinding your clothed core against the bulge in his sweats. You can be teasing too, with drawn out movements of your hips.

Aemond’s jaw tightens. You can see he’s trying to stay smug. “Well, we’re fixing that now.”

You press a kiss to his cheek while your fingertips curl at the top of his sweats, dragging them down enough to free his cock. He’s taught you what he likes and if you were feeling patient you might have come to your knees before him, but at the slightest touch of Aemond’s fingertips against the fabric over your clit, you know what you need.

He pulls your panties to the side, dragging you along his leaking cock with a hand at your lower back. He’s hard and you’re achingly wet. He holds you where he wants you, lining himself up to pull you down onto his length. The stretch is sharp and sweet, hollowing you out and filling you perfectly. 

Aemond’s head falls against the back of the sofa as you sink down.

“Does it feel good?” you tease him.

He’s breathless, helplessly watching the space where your bodies meet. “Fuck, perfect little pussy– feels so good,”

You cradle your arms around his head as you ride him, unhurried, hands restless as you feel his hair and the sides of his face, along his jaw.

Aemond hardly has to do anything, as soon as his fingertips are on your clit you feel your spine straighten and something inside you tighten. He circles over you lazily, watching your face with a soft, admiring kind of amusement. 

“Right there,” you whisper, “don’t fucking stop.”

“Are you gonna come for me, darling?”

Your thighs are burning at the effort but you don’t care. You’re so close, so close.

“Beg me,” Aemond murmurs.

A slew of slurred and breathless pleas fall from your lips. You can feel the slickness between your legs, how easily he glides over you, how deep his cock reaches inside of you, pushing against the right spot.

Aemond hums as he grabs your hips with his free hand, fucking you faster and harder until you’re falling apart, convulsing, melting. 

You fall against Aemond, holding each other closer as you wait for the deliriousness to fade away. Suddenly the air is unbearably cold. You cling to Aemond, to his warmth, content in his arms.

“Happy with your ride?” Aemond asks. You can hear him grinning.

You lift your head and rest it against his shoulder. The light of the TV catches in his features, his jaw, his cheeks, his nose, the details of grey in his right eye and the unnatural bright blue of his left.

“Can I go again?”

Aemond leans into you, pressing his nose against yours. “You can ride me as many times as you want, darling.”

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[sourprada]

୨ৎ─ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿.

Prompt:⤷ Wanda comes home to find something, or someone, more appealing than the meal she had planned.

Warnings: ⤷ (18+), dom wanda x sub reader, established relationship, fingering, spanking, wanda being a simp, strap on, dirty talk, praise, detailed description of sex.

Word count:⤷ 1.4k

Wanda had just gotten home a from stressful day at work, eyes heavy and head full. As she entered the apartment, she smiled at the sight of her wife cooking in the kitchen. The fragrance of spices and cocked meat filled the air, making Wanda’s mouth water.

You glanced over at the sound of keys jiggling and greeted her with a smile “just in time, baby. Dinner will be ready in a few” — Wanda stepped closer chuckling softly, her arm tightened around he wife’s waist. “Dinner can wait, my love” she murmured, nuzzling her nose into your hair. The older woman pulled you closer, hand coming up to stroke through your soft locks. “You should help your wife relax, sweetheart” Wanda whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. “And let her take care of you”

Wanda simply held you close, drinking in the warmth of your body, the sweet scent of your shampoo as she listened to the steady rhythm of your breathing. — In moments like these, the rest of the world falls away. The chaos, the danger the ever present threat of discovery… none of it mattered. All that existed is Wanda and you wrapped up in each other, lost in a cocoon of love. — “already craving the desert before the dinner, wands?” You murmured, voice turning sweet. Wanda laughed, low and breathy, her fingers dancing along your spine. She tilted you chin up capturing your lips in a searing kiss. It’s slow and deep, a thorough exploration of her spouse’s mouth. Her tongue delved past your teeth, stroking along the roof of your mouth and trancing the seam of your lips.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were panting, their faces flushed with desire. Wanda’s hand slid down your back, cupping the curve of your ass. She squeezed gently, pulling you flush against her — “This little housewife look suits you so well, my love” Wanda murmured, nipping at your earlobe “is it wrong to keep you all to myself just so I can fill you up whenever I feel like it?” Wanda breathed, her lips brushing against your jaw punctuating her words by rocking her hips forward, grinding the strap on she had packed all day against your ass. The friction sending sparks of pleasure racing through you. — Her hand slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, skimming over the soft skin of your stomach. Long fingers trailing lower, teasing along the waistband of your shorts. “Because I swear, if you keep like this… I won’t be able to stop myself from bending you over on every surface of this house and fuck you till you scream” she bit down your pulse point, sucking hard enough to leave marks

Wanda's eyes flashed with hunger, her pupils blown wide with desire. She surged forward, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. It's all teeth and tongue, a clash of passion and need. “Fuck, sweetheart," Wanda rasps, tearing her mouth away from you. "The things you do to me..." Her hands were everywhere, skimming over your curves, mapping the dips and planes of your body. Wanda's touch is electric, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever she goes. — She hooked her fingers in the waistband of your shorts, yanking them down along with your panties. Ass bared to her, plush and perfect, just begging to be touched. “Look at you," Wanda growled, palming the globes of your ass. "So fucking gorgeous. I can't believe you're mine.” “I’m gonna wreck you, my love.” She promised, her voice low and rough with desire tickling your ear. The older woman pushed you forward, bending your body over the counter, standing between your thighs. — “why don’t you tell me how bad do you want me to fill you up, huh?” Her other hand snaked around, fingers delving between your folds. Wanda groaned at the slick heat she finds there, at the way your body welcomes her touch.

“Want to feel you inside me, Wanda. Please!” You looked back over your shoulder, eyes dark with desire. You bit your lip, a coy smile playing on your lips. Wanda’s gaze roamed you hungrily as you arched your back, presenting yourself to your wife like a cat in heat. Hips wiggling invitingly, silently begging for more. The sight of her lover presented so wantonly, so eagerly, is almost too much to bear. She reached out, palming your ass, kneading the soft globes. Wanda's fingers dip between your cheeks, teasing the entrance. — "So wet for me already," Wanda marvels, circling your clit with the pad of her thumb. "Such a good girl, so desperate for my touch." The woman leans down, pressing a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your spine. Her tongue darting out, laving at the dimples at the base of your back. She reached for the button of her jeans, popping it open and shoving them down her thighs, kicking them off, leaving her in nothing but a girthy strap on. She stepped forward, nestling the thick length of the faux cock against your slick folds. The older woman rolled her hips, grinding against your ass. The head catching on your entrance with every pass.

“Please, Wanda. Don’t tease.” Wanda's heart raced, her breath coming in ragged pants. The plea falling from your lips is her undoing, the final push she needed to give in to the all-consuming desire burning through her veins. “Gonna give you exactly what you want, sweetheart.” Wanda groans, her hips snapping forward. She sinked into your heat, inch by thick inch, until she's buried to the hilt. Your head falling forward, eyes rolling back, mouth falling open in a silent scream as Wanda’s cock stretched your cunt wider. The burn is exquisite, bordering on painful but you crave it. Crave the fullness, the way she’s splitting you open and calming you as hers. Wanda quickly started to move, setting a brutal pace. Her thrusts were hard and deep, hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars. — "Take it, sweetheart." Wanda growled, punctuating each word with a sharp snap of her hips. Your keening cries filled the room, music to Wanda's ears. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, of Wanda's grunts of pleasure, of the wet squelch of her cock plunging into your dripping cunt. — your nails scrabbled at the counter, desperate for purchase as Wanda pounded into you with abandon. Each thrust rocked you forward, forcing the air from your lungs in harsh pants. Toes curling and back arching as you tried to take her deeper, to feel her everywhere. “So fucking big.” You gasp, voice breaking on a sob. You could feel every ridge and vein of her fake cock dragging along your walls and stroking places you didn't even know existed. It was too much, too intense, but stopping wasn’t an option.

Wanda's hand came down on your ass, a sharp smack that echoed in the kitchen. The sting bloomed into pleasure, sending shockwaves through your body. The sight of her wife coming undone beneath her, lost to the pleasure only Wanda can give her, was intoxicating. Wanda's hips pistoling faster, harder, driven by the desperate need to claim you. — “Fuck, look at you," Wanda panted, her voice strained with exertion. "Taking my cock so well, like you were made for it." She leaned over you, blanketing your form with her own. One hand finding your clit. Wanda rubbed tight circles over the sensitive nub, matching the rhythm of her thrusts. Her thrusts grew erratic, your climax approaching rapidly. The coil of tension in your lower belly winding tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. “Come for me, my love," Wanda demanded, her fingers pinching your clit. "Come on my cock like a good little housewife." With a final, brutal thrust, Wanda buried herself to the hilt as the intense waves of pleasure crashed over you, your juices dripping down your thighs. Your walls clenched around her, coming undone beneath her touch. You can't help but whimper and moan, voice echoing off the walls as Wanda pounds into you relentlessly, drawing out every last drop of release. The scent of sex permeates the room, mixing with the sounds of your heavy breathing and the slick slide of skin against skin.

“That's it, sweetheart," Wanda murmured, pressing soft kisses to your sweat-slicked skin. With a coy smile, Wanda tugged your panties back up, the fabric still damp with your release. “Now that’s better. Spending the rest of the meal with your cum soaked panties.” Wanda demanded with her lips curling into a wicked grin. — “Shall we eat?.”

[plumpybread]

Asking because of the previous ask, are you not a fan of Ethan anymore? If so, why?

It's complicated, I suppose (rant where i talk abt ethan but then also my OCs in general)

I really do not like the first version of Ethan I made like 3 years ago. Obviously I like indulging in devilish ideas but I don't know, it ended up turning into something I didn't really end up liking too much.

Then I revisited and sort of rewrote his story a bit a while back when making the OC archive site (I'm aware the site is not available anymore for the people who asked, I took it down myself) and was much happier with it for a while.

Don't get me wrong, I like Ethan, I know he's the OC people seem to like the most, but it's still like a personal mental battle of like maybe it's too effed up? Even when I draw characters going through unwilling/accidental extreme weight gain, I make them either ambivalent or accepting of their situation, but for Ethan it's kind of like torture, and I can't bring myself to get like..aroused and excited to draw more of that *personally*.

Changing up his lore wouldn't really work either since his story is based on helplessness and stuff, and it'd be disingenuous to make him be happy with his situation, so I've just sort of subconsciously decided to leave him as is and treat his content as its self contained story more than nsfw art to goon to, if that makes sense. I don't know, maybe I'm just thinking about it too much, but just wanted to say what goes through my head.

I also don't really revisit Ethan for the same reason I don't tend to draw much of all the past OCs I've made, as I see each of them as a way to explore different facets of how weight gain can manifest and adapt into a character's life to create a story around it, and I feel like I've covered most of the ground around them already.

All of my OCs come from a sudden short prompt that pops up in my head, usually out of nowhere. I suddenly wanted to make a big-hearted southern farm guy who was super massive and I immediately ran to draw Rudy, for example.

I draw them a little reference, with my typical bullet points next to them with basic info to get an idea of what their dynamic is like, and a more lengthily written backstory or description if I'm feeling fancy under it, and then for the next week or two it's all art of them and answering questions about them... and then another idea pops up, and a new OC comes in.

It's not that I get tired of them, but I just simply do not know what to draw with them. Ethan is the biggest outlier in this case, since he is my fattest OC and half immobile, you just don't really know how else to bring something new that's not him laying on his bed at a slightly different angle.

I guess that's why I always do OC asks, I sort of need them to be able to know what to draw with them, since I struggle coming with things like that by myself, and you know I always like avoiding drawing a character in a void with no context.

The Genshin Obesity AU is my longest running like "project"?? thing just because there is an endless amount of content I can pull from since there's all these characters, places and possibilities I can write from. My OCs are obviously much more self-contained and moreso serve as individual experiments to explore different people and scenarios, so after the 10th drawing of them... I genuinely do not know what else I can add to them.

I hope that was a bit insightful. I know most of you guys love Ethan, and I love him too! But I don't know, I guess this is why I don't tend to have immobile/near immobile OCs, since the potential art ideas for them drop to just them sitting on a mattress or sitting on the floor and I'm just left confused on what to do with them.

Maybe Ethan in his college days is something you guys might be interested in? Or I don't know, I'm just writing this post as my thoughts enter my head.

Sorry for the rant, I sure do love typing, hope this clears up some questions people might've had

[sugurusfavemonkey]

I have something silly. Nanami x demon!reader where Yuji, Nobara and Megumi summoning a demon arguing about it's validity when reader appears in the middle of the room when the ritual is finished. Reader just poofed out of Nanami's arms while reading before bed lol

Yessss! perfect crack + fluff prompt! I'm sorry for the delay and I really hope you enjoy it, lovely anon <3

warnings: not much with the exception of one suggestive line, still... MDNI; Canon divergence (Nanami is the trio's teacher); not proofreaded because I was lazy and just wanted to post something. wc: 2.2k a/n: this was supposed to be a short drabble, but I went a little bit overboard with it? 😬 ALSO, Here's a Nanami fanart to accompany the fic, because that's exactly what I imagine he looks like in bed, waiting for his wife.

"You're doing it wrong!"

"No, I'm not! I read this page over a hundred times! We did everything it says in here!"

"So you'll read a book on demon summoning multiple times, but five pages on the subject of our group project is too much for you?" Megumi interjected from his spot splayed on a couch that had seen batter days while his friends argued about the merit of an old book they had stumbled upon when they had gone scouring through a flea market earlier that day.

He was completely dismissed as both Yuji and Nobara seemed to be too engrossed into their own heated discussion.

"No, you're not! The circle you drew is crooked and I'm pretty sure you're pronouncing the Latin wrong." She pointed to the weird shaped drawing made on the ground where a rug had been haphazardly pushed to the side of the room.

"Weren't you the one who drew the symbol?" Megumi remarked again, hiding his amusement at their antics behind a well crafted poker face.

"Yeah! You even insisted on using the orange crayon to do it!" Yuji indicated the same poorly drawn symbol, "and why don't you do the incantation then?!" he challenged, chin pointing upwards and arms crossing in front of his chest.

Megumi scoffed at Itadori's evident selective hearing, but chose not to interfere any further. He'd rather let the two idiots sort that out by themselves.

"You know what? I will! Gimme the damn book!" Nobara almost ripped the tome from the pink-haired boy, her expression one of resoluteness.

"Hey! A 'please' would have been nice, Kugisaki."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Nobara dismissed Yuji with a wave of her hand, focus already turned to the yellowed pages of the leather bound book in her hands.

She cleared her throat theatrically before launching into a passionate monologue in also atrociously pronounced Latin, as instructed per said book.

The closure of her speech was followed by a hefty silence, the three of them holding their breaths in anticipation, even Megumi leaned forward in his seat.

...

"Huh. Guess this is just fake then." Nobara was the first to speak as her shoulders fell, the tension releasing from her previously tense muscles.

"I was so sure it was gonna work." Yuji's voice was small with defeat, a small pout forming on his lips, "Maybe demons aren't real?"

Megumi stood up and sighed, a bored look on his face. "I could have said that from the beginning."

"I always knew this wouldn't work." Nobara said matter-of-factly, throwing her short hair over her shoulder and swiftly closing the book.

"That wasn't what you said earlier." Megumi pointed out.

"You know what, Fushiguro?"

"I'm kinda hungry now." Yuji interrupted with a frown before Nobara could do anything harsh, which wasn't a far fetched possibility considering her aggravated expression and perch for violence.

"Oh! We should try that new soba place by the plaza! I heard they open late!" The seemed to work as she immediately perked up, beaming at Yuji.

"We could catch the late night showing of Human Earthworm 4 after that!" His reply was just as excited.

"Haven't you already seen that movie three times?"

"It's a good movie!"

"Right. Because it isn't just like all the previous ones."

"Hey! It's completely different! It shows a fresh view on the inner turmoil of the human experience from the perspective of-

"Guys!" Megumi interrupted their bickering, but he wasn't looking at either of them. Instead, he glared at the person standing right in the middle of the circle they had drawn.

"Hi." You waved timidly, unsure of how to get out of the circle uncomfortable situation you were put in.

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。

You stopped by the threshold to your room upon the scene displayed in front of you.

Nanami Kento laying in bed with his back against the bedframe looking absolutely breath taking in his matching pajama set with his hair down, face unusually soft and eyes focused on the book on his hands.

He didn't even look up, merely patting the empty side of the bed, beckoning you into joining him. You grinned contently before setting into motion. Who were you to deny this beautiful man of anything?

You climbed onto the bed on your knees, lifting his arm closest to you so you could lay on his chest. He chuckled at your silly endearing demeanor, glancing at you briefly and placing a soft peck to the top of your head once you were properly settled, arms thrown over his middle, one leg over his and ear poised right over his left pec, his heartbeat a comforting sound.

"How did I ever get so luck?" You mused quietly, fingernails drawing random shapes against his covered stomach.

Kento hummed soothingly a soft smile upon his lips, "if anything I'm the lucky one, love."

Nuh-uh. I hit the jackpot with you, Ken. You're not only the sweetest man on this earth, but you're also so, so pretty!"

"Oh, I'm pretty?"

"The prettiest! And it doesn't hurt that you're willing to bend me over the table and absolutely ravish me when I visit you in your office at work every once in a while."

Nanami nearly chocked at your bluntness before he started laughing, the sound one not many had ever had the pleasure of listening to. Possibly your favorite sound.

"Anytime, sweetheart." He acquiesced as soon as his laughter died down.

"Don't mind if I take you up to that."

"You're a menace."

"I-"

And then you were gone: *poof*

One second laying snugly against the chest of your husband and then, the next standing inside a demon summoning circle in a poorly illuminated room along with three of Kento's students.

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。

"Wha- what are you doing here?" Yuji questioned, brows furrowed in confusion.

"I was just... umm... oh! Kento asked me to check what you guys were up to."

"We weren't up to anything!" Nobara called, nervous over the thought of their strict sensei discovering they had been messing around with the occult.

"We were just, umm, studying?" Yuji threw in, also alarmed. He tried to subtly move closer, one feet sliding by the ground to reach the crayon dust so he could attempt and erase it without your notice.

Except you'd have noticed it either way, considering you were very much aware of the constriction the circle put on you.

"Wait. Don't erase it yet." Megumi blurted, also stepping closer but to stop Yuji with a hand to his shoulder instead. "Why aren't you moving? And where did you even come from?" He questioned you, protectively pulling Itadori away.

You winced, knowing there was no way you could come up with an excuse to the plight you found yourself in.

"I came from the door?" You tried anyway.

"We would have heard and seen it if that had been the case." Megumi was unyielding with his grilling, eyes seething, "tell us the truth."

"Megumi! What are you doing?! That's Nanamin's wife!" Yuji hissed at his friend, terrified that would get them in trouble with their stern teacher.

"Yes. And she's also appeared out of thin air into the room where you were performing a ritual and is coincidentally standing right inside the demon summoning circle Nobara drew."

"You can't possibly think-"

"You're a demon?!" Nobara finally clicked it all together, her voice shrill with shock.

"No, I'm-" You cut yourself off, glancing at each of the teenagers surrounding you before sighing in defeat. They were smart kids, there was no way you would be able to beguile them in this situation, "well, shit. Guess the cat's out of the bag, huh?"

"I know it would work!" Nobara whispered to herself, but it was still loud enough for everyone in the room to hear if Megumi's flat response was to be taken into account:

"You just said the exact opposite."

"I d-"

"Listen," you cut them off before they could start arguing further, you were literally in your pajamas, tired from the day and craving a night of sleep beside the love of your life. "I can explain. Just wipe off the circle so I can maybe move out of here?" You suggested, pleading eyes on Yuji (the most susceptible to your pleading).

"Yuji," Megumi sharply put a stop to his friend, "don't."

"But-"

"We don't know if it's safe." He continued, not once letting you out of his sight.

"Guys, I'm exactly the same person you've always known. Just... not human."

The three teenagers stared at you with different degrees of bewilderment. You threw your hands up in exasperation

"You know what? Just call Kento, please." was your suggestion. "If you don't trust me, at least you'll trust you sensei, won't you?"

"I... suppose." Megumi nodded once, still unsure, trading a glace with a shrugging Yuji.

"I'll call him." Nobara picked up her cellphone her glare settled on you. "Don't you dare trying anything!"

"I won't. I promise."

She huffed, narrowing her gaze and placing her phone at her ear. Kento picked up after two rings.

"Nanami sensei! Hi! So... we have your wife here" Nobara halted as if unsure on how to proceed. "inside a demon summoning circle," apparently, she decided to go for honesty.

There was a brief pause before you heard his voice from the other side of the line.

"Text me the address. I'm on my way" and then he hung up.

"He's-"

"On his way. Yes, I heard." You sighed, deciding to sit cross-legged on the floor to wait, in the limited space you had.

"You heard? I'm right beside Nobara and couldn't hear anything." Megumi seemed more curious than cautious then.

"Perks of being a demon, I guess. He's probably already inside his car by now. Send him the address please, Nobara."

She did as you told, finger flying over the screen.

"That's so cool! What else can you do?" Yuji sat down as well, leaning forward slightly, eyes wild in wonder and you couldn't help but thinking of how cute the boy was. It's no wonder Kento has a soft spot for the lovable teenager.

"Not much, really. I just have very sharp senses, maybe above average stamina too, but I've given up whatever supernatural skill I've had before the moment I decided to bind myself to Kento." You shrugged.

"That's still so cool!"

You smiled fondly at his excitement.

"Meh. That's lame. Did you seriously give up your powers for a man?"

And then you burst into laughter. Nobara truly didn't measure her words, but you enjoying her fiery, non-nonsense attitude nonetheless.

"Trust me. I would have said the same thing if I were in your place before I met my husband." You shrugged, still smiling.

Nobara regarded you for a second before deciding to sit down. If you were gonna be stuck there for while, she might as well.

"What else could you do?"

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。

And that's how Nanami found you when Megumi opened the door for him.

"-and that's when I discovered demons do not mix well with chili." You finished, smiling proudly at yourself for being the cause behind their joy when Yuji fell back against the ground with a cackle and Nobara had to cover her mouth to muffle a snort.

"Ken!" You exclaimed once you saw him standing behind Megumi.

Kento had clearly rushed over, dressed in a crumpled beige long sleeved top, unironed slacks and a brown jacket thrown over the ensemble, hair still falling over his forehead.

He rushed forward ignoring his students until he was right before you, hand brushing away part of the circle on the ground before lifting you up and into his arms in a tight hug, "my love! I was worried."

"I know, I know, Ken. I'm so sorry." You murmured muffled against his shoulder and hugging him back.

"It's not your fault, love. Don't apologize." He carefully settled you back on your feet, hands carefully framing your face. Then his soft gaze steeled up suddenly and he turned aways from you and towards the three awaiting younglings.

"We're very sorry, Nanamin." Yuji started tentatively.

"You better be. Messing with things you do not understand, can you imagine what would have happened had you summoned other-"

"Ken. Ken, darling. It's fine. They won't do it again." You stopped your husband with both hands on his shoulders, dropping a kiss to his covered back, before joining his side and looking at the kids, "will you?"

"No."

"Never!"

"Nah."

"See?"

He huffed, but still agreed with a nod of his head, "well... it seems the matter is resolved then?"

"Yeah. I think we got the gist of the whole demoniac thing." Nobara spoke indifferently.

"Your wife is really cool, Nanamin!"

"I know, Itadori."

"Again, we apologize for the inconvenience, sensei."

"It's already been forgiven, Fushiguro. We'll take our leave now. Goodnight."

As always, Nanami kept everything succinct. To be honest, it was obvious to you that he just wanted to go back to bed for a good night of sleep after a tiring day of grading papers... preferentially cuddled with you.

"And kids,"

"Let's keep this between us, yes?"

...

"You guys think we can still catch the last showing of Human Earthworm?"

"Oh my god!"

"Shut up, Itadori."

[jenomi]

Boyfriend!Jeno A-Z Headcanons

prompt list by @snk-warriors

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

jeno would either plan really simple but cute dates like going to the movies and dinner or he'd do something at home like making charms or painting. anything just to spend some quality time with you <3 jeno's also so thoughtful and creative, i feel like once in a while he'd plan a more extravagant date based on something you mentioned once or if he saw you watching a lot of videos about a certain activity on insta or tiktok, he'd plan it for you guys to do together.

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

it's corny but jeno just thinks you're beautiful inside and out. he gets a little bitter when strangers call you pretty cuz they just don't get you like he does! of course he thinks you're the most beautiful person he's ever laid eyes on, but he also loves your humor, personality, habits, and everything.

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

jeno is literally your rock, unwavering support and love even when you feel like pushing him away. he'll just be there for you and make sure you know that he's always there if you want to talk or just want to cuddle. he'll always lend a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on.

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

marriage, duh. altho he doesn't imagine himself having kids like the other dreamies imagine having children. jeno just dreams of a comfortable life with you, where you go to each other's annual family vacations, family dinners, friend gatherings and vacations where everyone gets along and he feels comfortable and in love. also, he definitely dreams of traveling the world with you.

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

jeno can definitely be both, depending on the situation. he was more passive when he was upset about something at the beginning of your relationship, and he's continuing to work on it to express himself, he just doesn't like starting arguments/confrontations :( dominant in everything else tho hehe

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

very rarely will jeno shout during an argument, he tends to stay quiet which makes you even more angry cuz you wish he would just fight back. but he's very easy to forgive you because he really really hates fighting with you and he does try to see things from your pov. and ofc you do the same when he expresses himself too.

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

jeno is incredibly grateful. grateful to have you by his side thru thick and thin, grateful that you choose each other each and every day. even the smallest things he's grateful for, like you tidying his clothes in the closet when he was rushing that morning.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

any secrets jeno has, they're unintentional. they'll be things he just never thought to bring up but they're usually not that big of a secret that would impact your relationship. you'll just pout at him for not sharing it ahead of time.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

jeno's not lying when he says he became a better person after meeting you. he's become more understanding and empathetic towards others and wants to try new things all the time with you and do the things that you like. in return, jeno's inspired you to be more hard working and patient with others.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

yes, jealousy is a disease and jeno has it. again, he doesn't always express it because he feels like he's overreacting in most situations. if you talk about your male coworker a lot, he'll get jealous and if it persists, his pent up jealousy will just become anger and you'll fight it out. but you try to never give him a reason to be jealous, he's your one and only afterall.

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

yes, duh. the first kiss was nothing crazy, you were laughing together on one of the dates at the beginning of your talking phase. you were really close together and it honestly just happened naturally. you both initiated it, it couldn't be helped! but since then, jeno's been obsessed with kissing you, he'll just do it whenever he wants.

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

cutie jeno would prob be kinda awkward about it >.< it would be on a regular night in and he would start to dance around his confession but you wouldn't pick up on it, you just thought he was tired and saying things. then he would properly sit up and grab your hand, "y/n, i'm trying to tell you i love you." you would be so shocked by that, but his calm yet sudden outburst to you would fill your heart with love and joy and you'd reply, "i love you too, jeno."

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

jeno would propose to you after one of your special dates with a intimate night at home. it would be set up full of candles leading up to the bed where there's a small but luxurious bouquet with your favorite flowers. when you turn around, you see jeno kneeled onto one knee, "y/n, make me the happiest man to walk this earth and be my beautiful wife for always and forever. will you marry me?" you guys would lead a simple, yet unwavering loving marriage full of happiness and adventures together just the two of you.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

babe, baby, jagiya, a quirky nickname derived from your real name cuz that's just jeno

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

jeno is constantly close to you or paying attention to you when you're out together. when you're with friends, it's obvious that you're together when you meet new people. he often expresses his feelings to you through his actions rather than his words, which is one of the reasons why people know you're together cuz jeno is always touching you in some way shape or form when you're out together.

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

jeno doesn't necessarily brag, but he does talk about you all the time. "oh, y/n and i went there last week" "oh y/n told me..." "y/n is waiting for me" it's always you you you, haechan def teases him about it. and again, jeno's obsessed w kissing you, if you show up to a team dinner jeno will just kiss you out of habit and get shy after lol

Quirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

you know how jeno always comes up with creative solutions in content? that would happen a lot in your relationship with jeno. he would always find solutions that require less work but create the same results. or if you were missing a tool, he would find an alternative tool that would get the job done (and if it's something that just requires strength, he does it for you very easily).

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

i wouldn't say jeno is super romantic, but he's appropriately romantic to leave you happy and satiated. jeno doesn't like being cliche, but when he does show his romantic side, it's very romantic and tailored for especially you that you have no choice but to feel touched and love your boyfriend even more than you did the day before.

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

of course - jeno is so supportive of your goals and always encourages you to take steps towards them even as you encounter setbacks. he believes in you and trusts that you can do anything you set your mind to. he will try to help in any way he can, like setting up meetings with certain people that can help guide and mentor you in achieving your goals in better ways than he ever could.

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

jeno likes feeling comfortable, but he does need some spice to keep himself stimulated. if there's certain things that you both already know you love (like a restaurant), he's happy to just stick with that and not try something new. but if you both feel like you're missing a certain something (like a specific cuisine or dish), you'll go out to explore it until you find something you both love and just add it to your routine. [things are def frequently spiced up in bed ofc]

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

since the beginning of your relationship with jeno, he's always tried to be as empathetic as possible. he always knew he wanted to know you inside and out, so he made it his mission to know every little thing about you. what you like and don't like, your habits, your pet peeves, your favorite things, everything.

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

your relationship definitely lies within his top 3 priorities in his life, next to his job and his family. you are his everything and he genuinely can't imagine what his life would look like without you there, so he makes sure to take care of you and your relationship.

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

jeno's favorite mundane thing to watch you do is eat. sure, you don't think you look very flattering when you eat, but jeno thinks you look so cute munching away at your food and humming when it's really good. you think jeno's a slow eater, but really he just gets distracted watching you eat, feeling happy that he gets to do these simple, beautiful things with you and feeling proud that he's taking good care of you.

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

jeno is subtly very affectionate towards you. he will always be touching you when you're out together, typically its thru holding hands cuz we know how much he loves holding hands :( he doesn't really like to kiss in public, but behind closed doors, TRUST he's kissing you all over all the time and cuddling you wherever you lay or stand.

Yearning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

jeno feels like he's going absolutely insane when he doesn't see you for 2 or more days. two days is his limit. afterwards, he gets kinda cranky and extra pouty and sad cuz he misses you so much :( he'll spam your phone with messages until you reply, and when you do he'll just call you so he can see your face and hear your voice. but it's simply not enough because he wants to touch you and kiss you. he'll do anything to be able to see you again as soon as possible.

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

he is, but only to a certain degree as he has boundaries just like you do. if you asked him to move into your place instead of the other way around, he would do it no problem. he would book getaways for you when you were feeling down without you having to ask for them. but if you asked him to cut off his friends/family for no reason, he wouldn't do it. again, jeno would do a lot of things for your relationship, but only if they're reasonable.

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if you read this far, i seriously love you

[daisymbin]

2. "are you trying to distract me on purpose?"

3."you’re lucky you’re cute, or i’d be mad right now."

—you're working from home & well ur bf is bored becausehe has ntg to do.

Vernon or Joshua or both(poly if u're comfortable with that)

**reader has glasses (pls)

omg this is kinda cute... I've never written poly before so this is a first for me too!! hopefully I did okay! thank you for requesting this, lovely!!! 🤍

a/n: i tried to do some research to learn more about poly relationships to hopefully have that dynamic right? i apologise if its inaccurate (you can let me know if i did so i can learn!!) this is my first time attempting a poly fic so please go easy on me 🙂‍↕️

warnings: poly relationship!! don't read if you're uncomfortable with it!!

wc: 2.3k sorry idk what happened 🥲

request your own: full prompt list!

check out my masterlist! // shua's m.list || hansol's m.list

suggestive prompt #2: are you trying to distract me on purpose?" +

suggestive prompt #3: "you're lucky you're cute, or I'd be mad right now."

it was supposed to be a quiet day. you had a mountain of work piled up, and the only thing you really wanted was to get through it without any distractions. but of course, hansol and joshua had other plans.

"babe," hansol called from the living room, his voice playful and a little too eager. you glanced up from your laptop, catching him peeking around the corner with a mischievous grin. "you need a break?"

"i’m good," you said, turning your attention back to the screen, but not without noticing how joshua was lounging on the couch with a lazy smirk, clearly bored out of his mind.

"are you sure?" joshua added, stretching his arms above his head. "you've been working non-stop."

"yeah, you should take it easy," hansol chimed in again, walking a little closer to where you sat at the desk.

"i’m fine," you said, your voice steady as you clicked through your work. but something about their energy told you this was only the beginning. "just let me finish, okay?"

they exchanged a look, one that clearly meant trouble. "we were thinking," joshua started, "since we cancelled our bowling plans to spend the day with you..." he trailed off, eyes glinting with amusement.

"yeah, we had to come up with something fun to do instead," hansol added, a sly grin tugging at his lips. "so... how about a little bet?"

you raised an eyebrow. "a bet?"

"yeah," hansol said, leaning against the doorway, "whoever gets you to crack first wins. and the winner... gets to be the first one to have you." he gave you a look that sent a shiver down your spine.

"real funny," you chuckled, but there was something in your chest that fluttered at the thought; you can't deny the way your stomach twisted in excitement.

"we’re just trying to have some fun," joshua said with a wink. "so, what do you say? are you up for it?"

you bit your lip, pretending to think for a moment before glancing at them both. "you can give it a go if you're that confident, but you’re both going to be disappointed when i get all this work done and don’t give either of you the time of day."

they just grinned at you, ready to prove you wrong.

attempt #1—hansol

a few minutes passed, and you were back in the zone, typing away at your laptop when you felt a familiar presence beside you. hansol’s breath fanned across your ear as he leaned in close. "you know," he whispered softly, "i'd have better restraints if you didn’t look so cute right now."

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. "seriously? that's what you're going with? a pick up line?" you huffed, "you’re lucky you're cute, or i’d be mad right now," you muttered, feeling his presence too distracting.

"i'll take that as a win," hansol said, voice thick with amusement as his hand brushed lightly across your shoulder. "just saying, you’d probably work better if i gave you a kiss for good luck."

you felt his lips hover near your cheek, and despite yourself, you tilted your head slightly. "stop it, hansol," you warned, but your tone was anything but firm.

hansol leaned in and pressed a light kiss to your cheek, just as he’d promised, before lingering there, his lips soft against your skin. his hand found its way to your waist, slipping under your shirt slightly to rest there as he murmured into your ear, "now, that was good luck, don’t you think?"

attempt #2—joshua

joshua appeared out of nowhere, slipping into the chair beside you, his knee brushing against yours. you glanced over at him, only to find him wearing that impossibly charming smile. "you’re working really hard," he murmured, placing a hand on your leg as he leaned closer. "why don't you just let us take care of you? soothe than tension?"

his fingers danced across your leg for just a moment before you shook your head, trying to ignore the way his touch sent warmth rushing through you. "joshua, please. i'm busy."

"ah, but you’re so cute when you’re trying so hard to ignore me," he teased, leaning in to kiss your temple. you let out a soft sigh, resisting the pull of his lips, "cut it out, shua."

he placed a hand on your thigh and slid it up, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. "don’t you want to spend time with me?"

you shifted in your seat, trying to focus on your screen, but the way joshua's hand stayed on your leg was enough to make you lose track of your thoughts.

attempt #3—hansol again

you were getting a little more frustrated now. your concentration was slipping, and your work was piling up. just as you were about to type something out, hansol was back. he dropped onto the couch beside you, his body a mere inch away from yours. he casually draped his arm over the back of your chair, leaning his head against yours.

"you’ve got this look on your face," hansol said, his voice a teasing whisper. "it’s like you want me to kiss you, but you’re too focused to admit it."

"oh my god," you muttered in playful disbelief, not sure if you were more frustrated with the work or with him.

"you don’t have to pretend," he continued, eyes twinkling mischievously. "i know what you're thinking."

you could feel his breath on your skin, and it was getting harder to focus. your hand, which had been hovering over the keyboard, finally fell into your lap as you exhaled. "i’m trying to work, baby. please."

hansol turned you to face him fully, he leans in close & ignores the way his heart flutters, instead, his gaze focuses on your glasses. with a teasing smile, he gently slid them off your face, setting them aside. his fingers lingered on your temple, tracing the edge of your skin where the glasses had been.

"you look even better without these," he murmured, his voice rich with desire. he tilted your chin up, his lips brushing yours as he smiles & whispers, "just you and me now."

attempt #4—joshua again

at this point, it was getting ridiculous. joshua wasn’t even trying to be subtle anymore. he slowly slid off the couch and stood right behind you, one hand resting on the back of your chair while the other slid into your hair. he ran his fingers gently through the strands, sending a shiver down your spine.

joshua's hands rested gently on your waist, his fingers brushing the edge of your tank top. he leaned in closer, his lips grazing your earlobe as his breath warmed your skin. "you’re so beautiful," he murmured, the words sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. his hands slid slowly under your tank top, but instead of pulling it up, he traced patterns on your skin, teasing you with every movement.

you couldn’t help but smile at his light touch, the way he was taking his time, savoring the moment. "you’re being mean," you teased, glancing up at him.

"am i?" joshua grinned, his lips curling up in mischief. "maybe i’m just enjoying how you react." he kept his hands in place, gently caressing your sides before his thumbs brushed over the small of your back, sending a ripple of warmth through you.

you laughed softly, squirming slightly under his touch. "you know you’re not supposed to tease me like this, right?"

he leaned in, his lips just inches from yours. "i’m not teasing," he whispered, his voice low and filled with affection. "i just want you to know how much i adore you." then, with a quick, playful peck on your lips, he pulled away, keeping you close but just out of reach, enjoying the moment of sweet, teasing tension.

attempt #5—the win

you were barely holding it together when hansol returned for one final attempt. this time, he didn’t even sit beside you. instead, he stood behind you, his chest pressing into your back as he wrapped his arms around your waist. you tried to stay focused, but when his lips brushed your neck, your resolve finally crumbled.

"are you trying to distract me on purpose?" you finally asked, breathless and frustrated. your face flushed, your work completely forgotten as you turned to face him.

"oh, i've been trying, trust me," he said, his voice low and teasing. "i just want your attention so bad."

without waiting for a response, hansol takes matters into his own hands, kissing you fiercely, pulling you into a heated make-out session. his lips were insistent, his tongue sliding against yours as his hands roamed to your back, pulling you closer. you melted into him, feeling the heat of his body pressing against yours, his kisses growing deeper as he claimed you. your hands gripped his shirt, desperate to pull him even closer.

hansol's hands traced the curve of your shoulders, his fingers light but firm as they grazed over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. his breath was warm against your neck, his lips brushing softly against the sensitive skin there. you couldn’t suppress a quiet gasp as his lips pressed a gentle kiss to the base of your neck, before he pulled back, his breath tickling your skin.

"you feel so good," he whispered, voice husky, his hands sliding down your arms to your waist. he drew you closer, his body pressing against yours as his lips returned to your neck, this time with more urgency. his kisses were slow but deliberate, each one more intense than the last, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

you tilted your head back, offering him more access as his lips moved to your shoulder, nipping at the soft skin there. his hands roamed, one moving to the small of your back, pulling you closer, the other tracing the curve of your hip, fingers brushing the edges of your shirt. the heat of his touch made your heart race, and you could feel your body responding to him, every inch of you craving more.

his breath grew heavier, a low murmur escaping his lips as he kissed your shoulder, his hands moving upward, sliding under the fabric of your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin. "can’t get enough of you," he murmured, his lips trailing further up to your jawline, his hands gently guiding you back against him.

you could hardly breathe, his touch overwhelming, consuming. but you didn’t want him to stop—how could you?

just as you were about to pull him closer, a voice broke through the haze of your senses. "you two are really going at it, huh?" the sudden interruption made both of you freeze, and you pulled away from hansol, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

joshua stood a few feet away, leaning casually against the table, a knowing smirk on his lips. his presence was warm, but there was an underlying tease in his eyes that made you feel a little exposed.

with a small laugh & his tone playful, he says to hansol, "can’t leave her alone for even a minute, can you?" his eyes flicked over to you, soft and affectionate, offering a little reassurance.

hansol gave a small shrug & smiles, the irritation from being interrupted fading away quickly, “just wanted to kiss her,”

joshua's hand move to gently brush against your arm. his eyes met yours, offering that same warmth, and you felt a wave of calm wash over you.

with a playful grin, joshua leaned in, his lips brushing yours softly, tenderly at first. you melted into the kiss, his hand moving to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss with a slow, deliberate pressure. his tongue slid against yours, the kiss growing more heated as he pulled you closer, just like hansol had. the mixture of their touches, their warmth, made your head spin in the best way, and you found yourself craving more from both of them.

joshua's lips moved to your neck, his soft kisses following the same path that hansol had begun. but there was something different in his touch—gentler, more tender, as though he was savoring every moment. his hand slid down to your waist, picking you up with ease as he walks over to the bed.

he guides you closer as his lips brushed along your skin, leaving behind a trail of soft, lingering kisses. "you’re so beautiful," he murmured against your skin, his voice husky with desire.

you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped you at the feeling of both their touches. they were so different, yet so in sync with each other, as if they were sharing the same unspoken understanding of what you needed. with both of them so close, the heat between you all was undeniable, and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning in, pressing your lips against joshua’s once more, the kiss deepening in response to the heat between you.

as their kisses and touches intertwined, you felt like you were floating, caught between both of them, in a whirlwind of passion and affection.

“so who won?” joshua mumbled against your lips.

“im pretty sure i did,” hansol answers as his smug smile returns. he looks over at joshua, who was smirking back at him. joshua slowly releases his hold on your neck and pulls away.

you tug on hansol's arm, resting him against the headboard as you move to climb on top of him; trapping him beneath you.

“wanna tell me again how good i feel?” you ask as you lean down; closer, your hands run through his soft brown hair as his hands come up to your waist.

“fuck yes,” he mutters, his eyes darkening even more as he feels you move your hips aginst his.

joshua moves to kiss you again, but hansol stops him before he can, “hey I won!” he whines.

“relax,” joshua laughs softly against your lips, “im just kissing her. you can have her first.”

[tavyliasin]

BG3 FanFiction Positivity Event!

Hi hello fellow BG3 fans who enjoy FanFic - whether a Reader or a Writer, I'd like to invite you to participate in KudosCember (Kudos December), a fun and no pressure prompt list to give some love to the fic writing community on AO3 who pour their heart and souls into free stories 🥰

With the help of the wonderful @redroomroaving who turned my words into beautiful graphics, we have a whole list of "prompts" to encourage you to leave kudos, likes, comments, and even share your favourite fics as a reading list so others can find and enjoy!

More of the details below the cut, and I'll put out a prompt post every day so you can reblog with a link to fics for people to enjoy~ Also you can use the tag #BG3KudosCember to share and find more posts! Though this has been designed for fiction, I welcome and encourage sharing of art that fits the prompts too if you like!

Readers please go ahead and use the list as inspiration to pick out your favourite bookmarks or even to find something new! You are *very* welcome to do just a few of these, or even go for a high score with all of them~ If you share your picks, it would be amazing to see them as a reading list!

Writers, feel free to share your *own* works that fit these prompts. Show us what you're proud of! Help readers find stories to treasure~ There's nothing wrong with being proud of your creations and wanting others to enjoy what you worked hard on 💙

This whole little event is a little last minute, but I hope it can encourage everyone to read, write, and share all the stories that move us, that bring us together, and that drive us forwards. And you know what? You're more than welcome to use this to repost and promote FanArt too! 🥰

I really look forward to seeing what everyone comes up with, share what you love and give the gift of kudos and reading lists~ I'll schedule a weekly post and daily posts too so you can more easily follow one or all of the prompts. I don't have a prize for anyone who does all of them, but I will hand you an imaginary crown that is just so sparkly-

[inquisimer]

happy friday! i was looking at the feeling safe prompts and saw "[ interrupt ] sender stops a confrontation between receiver and someone else, stepping between them and coming to receiver's defense." maybe this would be nice for teia to step in when viago is being a bit too harsh on arlow?

oh ho ho this was a GOOD one, thank you!! here's some Viago Reactivity™️to Arlow and Lucanis' relationship >:]

Arlow de Riva & Viago | 831 words | @dadrunkwriting - da4 spoilers

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“Come with me.” Viago’s gloved hand took Arlow by the elbow and pulled her away from the refreshments. He cast a disdainful look at the wine. “You don’t want to drink that, anyway. Illario has stingy taste when it’s not for himself.”

Arlow rolled her eyes. “Sure, Viago. No problem, Viago. There’s nothing else I was doing at the moment and I definitely have time to chat, Viago.”

“You’ll make time,” he growled, dragging her into a room off the opera house’s main theater. “You’re certainly making time for worse decisions.”

Arlow wrenched her elbow out of Viago’s grip, eyes flashing. “What in the void is that supposed to mean?”

“You know damn well what it means.” The tails of Viago’s cape snapped angrily as he spun around and pinned her in place with a glare sharper than any dagger. “Working a contract with Lucanis is one thing, but what are you playing at? He’s not even the First Talon’s grandson any longer—the actual First Talon? Have you lost all sense?”

“That’s what you’re upset about?” Arlow scoffed, folding her arms protectively across her chest. As much as she loved this dress, it was not the armor she preferred to wear when Viago’s temper flared. “It was a dance. And a kiss.”

“It was a little more than a kiss. And it was in front of the entire House of Crows,” Viago hissed. “Every Talon, every would-be Talon, every rank-and-file assassin is out there taking notes. And you just handed them information that they will use!”

“To do what? What could they possibly do to our house? If anything, this exposes House Dellamorte, not us.”

She had considered the implications, after all. Despite what Viago seemed to think. A Crow never forgot their place in the hierarchy—the very nature of the guild ensured that. Arlow knew quite well that she had been far below Lucanis’ station even before tonight. Now he was First Talon; he couldn’t even see her from where he sat at the top of the ladder. Metaphorically.

But—the dance had been his idea. She had made sure he thought it through.

Still, Viago’s nostrils flared. “Of course it exposes House Dellamorte. They were already weakened, even before Lucanis disappeared and Illario’s stunt. Now, Illario is deposed and Lucanis is possessed. And Caterina is aging—their position is precarious.” His fingers tightened against his hip. “They will need a shield, when the other houses come for them.”

Arlow reared back. “Lucanis wouldn’t do that. Not—not the way you’re suggesting. He would talk to me first.”

“Would he?” Viago raised a brow. “His family, his blood—they are everything to him, no? Do you really think your dalliance means more to him than their legacy?”

“That’s enough, Viago.” Teia’s voice cracked like a whip from the doorway. She laid a supportive hand on Arlow’s shoulder. “This is neither the time nor the place for this conversation.”

“Nor is it the place for your soft heart,” Viago huffed. “I will not have my house hung out for the taking because Arlow cannot keep it in her pants.”

Arlow’s rage flared hot and white. The rage that often got her into deeper trouble with Viago, but she didn’t care. “Oh that’s rich. I suppose I should have waited until you and Teia were back on, that way you’d have a chance of understanding—“

Teia’s nails dug painfully into Arlow’s bare shoulder. “That is not helping,” she muttered.

Viago had gone very, very still—and like his snakes, Arlow knew that was the moment before the greatest danger. Before the strike.

“You overstep,” he hissed, stalking forward with precise, pointed steps. Arlow’s throat bobbed with a nervous swallow, but she glared up at him, chin tilting back the closer he came. He took her jaw roughly between his fingers anyway. “Your contract may have you brushing elbows with people of import, but you will not forget your place in my house.”

Teia’s other hand fell on Viago’s wrist. “Time and place, Vi. Let her go.”

He released Arlow and the skin where his fingers had pressed into her jaw thudded in time with her racing pulse. “Get out of here,” he said, not looking at her any longer. “Go back to the Fade—if you want to keep making mistakes, make them somewhere no one else can see.”

“Vi—“

“It’s fine, Teia.” Arlow took a shaky breath, but her voice, at least, was as cold and level as she wanted it to be. “It’s fine. I’m—I’ll talk to you later.”

Teia’s hand left her shoulder, artfully smudging the lines of purple and black that Arlow’s held-back tears had started to ruin. “There,” she murmured. “Go. I will talk to him.”

For what good it would do. Arlow managed a small smile, painted on in strokes of disbelief and resignation. She pressed a grateful kiss to Teia’s cheek, steeled herself to face the party again, and left.

[herecirmsims]

Money And Poses Legacy

A little variety pack today! I was asked to make some poses for a new legacy challenge by @josefiendelphine - these are my interpretations of the prompts. You can read the challenge here! Have fun!

You will need: - Pose Player - Teleport Any Sim

Download here (always free): SFS | Patreon

TOU: you may adjust for personal use to avoid clipping etc., but please do not reupload/paywall/claim as your own.

I’d love to see them used! You can tag me on Bluesky, Instagram, or Tumblr. I repost. ❤️

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[amiserableseriesofevents]

Wherever you find love (it feels like Christmas)

24 Clegan Christmas drabbles for 24 days!

Prompts from here (but randomized)

[Read on AO3]

Day 01: Homecooked meals

Post-war AU, wc 989

It’s been a hell of a day — no, a hell of a week. No, make it a month. A lifetime, even.

John has been working non stop for weeks traveling all around the States like a mad dreidel, north, south, east, west, up and down and back and forth; everyone needs him everywhere like he’s the only reliable man left in the Army, which he knows he’s not because there’s at least one more: Gale, who of course is getting through the same living hell as he is.

It’s like their superior officers have made it their goal to keep them separated as much as possible because whenever John has two days to spend at home, of course it’s Gale who’s quickly packing a duffle bag and leaving their home on these orders or those with barely a kiss on the lips of his frustrated partner. They got to spend at least Thanksgiving together but they were visiting John’s sister who just had a baby and between the crowd of long lost relatives to entertain and the exhaustion of the past few weeks they both crashed down into bed with little more than a few tired kisses and some snuggles.

Now almost half of December has passed and their house is still empty not only of people but also of the joy of Christmas with no lights, no tree with colorful baubles, no smell of cookies wafting through the warm rooms, no cozy nights in front of the lit fireplace just the two of them, reading and listening to John’s Christmas records on their player. Everything’s cold, grey, and lifeless without the warmth of Gale’s love.

John’s driving home tonight, mood sour as much as the air inside of his car for all the cigarettes he’s been smoking nonstop to have an outlet for his fraying nerves — he’s driving to an empty fridge in an empty home, even an empty liquor cabinet because he’s been trying to drink as less as possible and he didn’t stop to buy any on the road, nothing to be happy about. Gale is in Idaho, or maybe Illinois, he forgot. He’ll be home in two days, just in time for John to leave again for a weeklong trip to Wyoming.

So when he finally parks the car outside of their house and sees through the window that the lights in their kitchen are on, John’s mind immediately goes into fight mode: someone saw an empty house, they probably kept an eye on it for the past few days when both him and Gale were away, and then decided to break in tonight of all nights. 

“Joke’s on them,” John sighs to himself walking to the door with a hand on his gun; he can’t wait to scare the living shit out of those punks who decided to make his day a little worse still. He’s so focused on that he doesn’t even notice the front door is unlocked, there’s no signs of breaking in.

“Who’s there?” He shouts coming in. “Come out with your hands clearly visible. I am a Major of the US Army and believe me, you don’t want to be on my bad side!”

There’s rummaging coming from the kitchen and John’s mind barely has the time to process the smell of warm, hearty food coming from there before a figure comes into view leaning against the doorway. “On your bad side, Major? Never,” says a familiar voice with a drawn-out southern drawl and a hint of amused affection.

John’s heart swells up three sizes. “Buck!” He exclaims, all exhaustion and anger leaving him in an instant, and walks up to the other man to hug him. Gale’s wearing one of John’s old t-shirts like he often doesn’t when he’s at home, his hair tousled and soft like he’s washed all the pomade out of them, and he smells of peppermint and gravy, of home. He relaxes in John’s hold, a pleased hum leaving his lips in a chuckle when the other man squeezes him tight against his chest. 

“Weren’t you supposed to come home in two days?” John asks him, voice muffled from where his face is buried in the curve of Gale’s neck.

Gale brushes a kiss on his temple. “Finished earlier, took the first train home. I knew you were getting here late tonight so I went and made you dinner; it didn’t occur me you’d think it was burglars, I just wanted it to be a surprise,” he adds, a bit sheepishly.

John kisses him noisily on the lips. “The best surprise in the world. What did you prepare?” He asks, mouth already watering as he tries to peek behind Gale’s shoulders into the kitchen where pots and pans are all sitting on the hot stove.

“Mashed potatoes, gravy, and some ham. A meal fit for a king,” Gale jokes disentangling himself from John’s grip to go and check on the potatoes. “No dessert though, sorry. They were out of chocolate pudding.”

“Oh, I’ll take my dessert later tonight,” John answers with an obnoxiously exaggerated wink that wins him an eye-roll from his Buck, a flush on his cheeks John’s always proud to be the cause of. 

He helps Gale set the table and then they sit together to eat, just the two of them for the first time in over a month. “I was thinking, since you have to leave in two days we could do something around the house tomorrow,” Gale suggests putting some mashed potatoes on John’s plate. “Set up the lights, at least. I know you like to have the whole house decorated but I don’t think we’ll have enough time for that.”

John grabs his hand and takes it to his mouth, placing a kiss at the center of his palm with a loving smile. “We can finish decorating on Christmas Eve. After all, Santa already granted my greatest wish tonight.”

[mercurygray]

Friends! I have a lot of things to celebrate - and one of them is all of you! This blog has just recently passed 1400 followers, so I decided I should have a little party.

Longtime readers of this blog will know that I love a prompt list, so to mark the occasion, I’ve made one of my own - and since friends, followers, fandom, and fourteen hundred all start with F, that's the theme we're sticking with!

Pick a prompt from the" words for the letter F" list, and, using one of the fandoms, frequent characters, or OCs usually on this blog, you can create something to share! This could be a fic, a moodboard or graphic, gifset, or another creative outlet of your choice. Then, when you’re done, tag me and I’ll share it here!

You do not have to be following me to participate! Simply send me an Ask or a DM with the word (or two, or three) you’d like to use for a prompt. (You can mention which fandom you’re using, or keep it a surprise!) I'll add all the words and their authors here, and add links when the work is finished!

More details below the cut - this is a pro-readmore blog, after all.

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Canon couple, OC fic, and gen fic are all welcomed! (No reader insert, please.) F/M and multi ships are preferred, but I have been known to enjoy the occasional M/M drabble as well, if that’s more your style!

This author does not particularly enjoy kidfic or underage fic, non-con, mpreg, incest, the use of y/n, RPF, a/b/o, coffeeshop or college aus.

This author loves historical aus, original female characters, appropriately tagged smut, punctuation and paragraph breaks, and learning something new. If you would like, I welcome and love work for my own OCs, so if you’ve always wanted your characters and mine to have a teaparty, this is the time for it!

Frequent Fandoms List A Discovery of Witches, Band of Brothers, Downton Abbey, Dune, House of the Dragon, Masters of the Air, Mercy Street, The Pacific, Peaky Blinders, SAS: Rogue Heroes, Vikings:Valhalla

OC List available here.

[cogentsummoner]

Hugs prompt: 24 & 34 combined? 👀

24. hugging with height-difference & 34. hugging while grabbing butt / written in the smite soulmate au!

You like to get to work early, to get a head start on the day. It's been baked into your routine for years, and wasn't something you were willing to change when your soulmate finally moved in with you.

It's not a matter of you being noisy while getting ready, either. It's the simple fact that the most dangerous criminal in Japan hated waking up after you'd already left.

So even after long, late shifts at work, Toshinori still drags himself out of bed when your alarm goes off, and walks you to work. The fact that he's the one insisting on this does not mean he doesn't constantly bitch about it.

It's alright. You love the man anyways.

"It's not even light out yet, pumpkin," he gripes, your arms interlocked as the school comes into view.

"It's winter, sunflower. I don't know what to tell you," you say affectionately. He has nothing to intelligible to say to that, so he merely grumbles.

You steal a glance at him, and notice the dark circles under his eyes- darker than usual anyways, and you have to stomp down the twinge of guilt you feel. He is the one who insists on walking you to work. You've tried to reassure him that he doesn't have to many, many times.

When you get to the gate, you wrap your arms around him, your face planted firmly against his chest, and after a moment of hesitation, he does the same, resting his chin on your head.

Then, a teasing little smirk on your face, you slide your hands down to grab at his ass, making him jump in surprise.

"Your hands get lost there, pumpkin?" he asks with a quirked eyebrow, clearly fighting back a grin.

"Hm... no. They're right where I want them to be," you reply airily.

He lets out a delighted bark of a laugh, and leans down to kiss you. You return it, happily.

"'Fraid there's not much to grab onto anymore," he says, just a hint of something self deprecating in his voice.

You squeeze what meager meat is there, and reply, "There's enough there... for my purposes."

He's laughing again, and god, you love the sound of his laughter. "And what purposes would those be?"

"You'll just have to find out once I get out of work," you tease, and he groans.

"S'not fair to get me riled up before leaving for work all day, pumpkin," he complains.

You pat his cheek- the one on his face this time. "I'm afraid that's your problem, loverboy. Go take a nap."

He groans, and kisses you again, before he heads home to do just that.

prompt list/ accepting!

[thedevilsoftruth]

《-Hands all over-》

Kyojuro Rengoku x afab reader

Kyojuro is your husband and finally gets a day off work. You become very needy throughout the day, and he finds out it's because of your ovulation, so he decides to do something about it.

Warning: smut!! Ovulation, breeding kink, oral ( f receiving ) piv sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, not beta read.

Because the Breeding kink Rengoku prompt won the polls many nights ago, here's your food, you nasty whores. /j

Song recommended: Hands All Over by Maroon 5

Minors Dni!!

Even from the beginning of the day, Kyojuro could tell you were ovulating based on your high libido.

He had the day off, and it seemed like that had been the best day to have off. The earliest sign of your neediness came from the morning when he had told you he had the day off. He stayed in bed with you that morning, sleeping in like he desperately needed.

And you had your legs wrapped around his waist.

It wouldn't have been anything coherently sexual if you wouldn't shiver or buck your hips against his whenever he would touch you in the slightest.

The second sign was the constant kisses and touches you would give him. You were very affectionate normally, and he'd expect you to be more touchy with him being able to spend the day with you. But the touching and the kissing was through the roof. He felt like he didn't have a single second in the day where he wasn't holding your hand or having you in his lap.

But he wasn't complaining. Kyojuro loved being touchy, especially if you had a high libido and were willing to touch him more.

So, he waited for night to fall. When he finished eating his dinner, he fed you the fresh strawberries from your garden. He would pluck the stems off and place them into your mouth, the tips of his fingers sometimes grazing against your wet lips when he would feed you. His mind was racing of the possibilities of thing he could do to you that night. Feeding you those strawberries did nothing but fuel his desire.

Letting you finish the last strawberry, Kyojuro leaned in to give you a kiss. Your lips were coated with the juices of the sweet berries, and he could taste them when he kissed you. His hands ran up your thighs, making your breath hitch against his mouth as your skin rose with goosebumps under his hands. You were definitely needy, and he found his mind racing with thoughts of how wet you would be for him.

Usually, Kyojuro did not have a dirty mind. He was very open about sex, sometimes a little too blunt about it like he was everything, but tonight his mind couldn't stop steering into inappropriate directions. His hands dropped down to your hips possessively, his lips pecking and pulling st your bottom lip. You moaned against his lips, and he could feel himself starting to get hard.

" Honey I'm... " You started, pausing in anxiety. You were shaking with desire and need. Kyojuro didn't even think before he spoke.

" Ovulating? " He finished your sentence for you. His honesty and bluntness was a blessing and curse. As your husband, he knew you and your sex drive pretty well. And, if he was right on the nose about your ovulation, he was going to do something about it.

You started at him for many moments, in disbelief and red faced like a fool.

" Well, I was going to say needy but that too. " You told him, lowering your shoulders and hiding your face in embarrassment. Kyojuro grinned. He put his hand on your thigh and leaned in to kiss you again, the touch of his lips reassuring.

" Well. I am home for the night. We have all the time in the world! " Your husband chirped enthusiastically. He muzzled his face into your neck, running his hand up and down your knee. " And, I think it's about time we get some actual babies other than our fur babies running around this huge house we have. "

Kyojuro rested his head on your shoulder, looking up at you with shining desperate eyes. Having children had been something you both had been talking about for years, even before you got married. He pressed his lips against your neck and hummed softly.

" Would you like to spend the night making a baby, my flame? " Kyojuro purred in your ear, his voice soft and low as he stared you deep in your eyes, searching for every emotion you were feeling. Excitement washed over you.

The thought of trying for a baby had been all you were able to think about that night. To think your husband knew you well enough to recognize exactly what you wanted and needed without actually having you convey to him your desires turned you in so incredibly bad. Maybe it was because you weren't doing anything to hide the fact you were needy, but what you did know for certain was that you were going to finally get what you desired.

Kyojuros arms snaked around your waist and picked up your hands, intertwining your fingers with it. How could you ever find yourself saying no to him?

" I would love to. " You told him, pecking his lips gently. Kyojuro smiled widely, standing up from under the Kotatsu table, and holding out his hand for you to take. He helped you up, and once you were on your feet, he immediately swept you off them and picked you up by your thighs, letting you wrap your legs around his waist.

" This is perfect, isn't it? " He asked, carrying you off into your bedroom with long strides. You were too busy kissing him to respond. " I mean, I'm off work today, and you're-- "

You cut him off with a long kiss to his plump lips he grunted in surprise but slowly got used to it. The kiss was hot, and it made Kyojuros steps become slower so he could focus his attention on kissing you. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss, Kyojuro slammed the door to your room open, and tugged at your bottom lip with his mouth before he pulled away. He gently laid you down onto the futon you both shared.

His heavy body hovered above yours, and he braced his arms at the side of your face while he leaned down to attack your face with hot kisses. He peppered kisses all the way from your jaw to the crook of your neck. His lips parted, and he panted against your skin, his breath warm.

The next few minutes were spent with Kyojuro helping you out of your Kimono. His hands were gentle and delicate as he undressed you carefully. Once he had you completely undressed, he stood there for a moment to admire your body, naked and bare before him.

" Look at you, " He said breathlessly. His heart was pounding out of his chest, his eyes fixed on you, and only you. Kyojuro couldn't help but place his hands on your hips and touch you all over. " Like a piece of art. " He mumbled as he brought you closer to him until your breasts pressed against his chest. He leaned down to kiss your neck, his hands running up and down your bare back.

" Lay down. " He told you, his voice low and underlined with authority. The tone of it sent shivers down your spine. You loved it whenever he was serious. So, you complied and laid back down on your futon. Kyojuro was quick to get down with you. You didn't even get a second to breathe as he immediately took your breath away with a harsh kiss to the lips.

" Spread your legs. " He instructed, his voice breathless and deep. You knew better than to disobey him, so you opened your legs wide enough for him to step between them. He sighed, running his hands up and down your plump thighs as he stared at your body, taking in every detail on you as if that was the last time he was going to see you.

Kyojuro put his hands on the buckle of his belt and slowly began taking the white belt out of the loops of his pants. You gulped hard and bit your lip in anticipation. You were actually about to do this, weren't you? You were nervous, yes, but you were so excited.

Kyojuro was feeling the same as he undressed himself. He unbuttoned his shirt with vigor and let the shirt fall off his shoulders, revealing his muscular torso. You could feel your desire burning even more at the sight of him. How did you manage to get so lucky? He was almost thinking the same thing as he stepped back between your legs and stared at you like you were a painting in a museum.

He pecked your lips, kissed your neck, and trailed his way down to your stomach. His lips peppered hot kisses down to your lower abdomen until he reached your thighs. His hands heald one of your legs up so he could have better access to kissing your skin.

Kyojuro lips dragged across your inner thigh, teasing you until he fully positioned his face between your legs. His red eyes flicked up to your face as he pecked a soft kiss to your aching clit.

" Relax, " He said. " I want this night to be special for you. "

And with that, he darted his tongue out from between his lips and gave your pussy a soft lick. He reached between your legs and used two fingers to spread your outer lips apart so he could have better access to your cunt. You groaned softly as his tongue dragged across your wet, needy folds, licking you up gently and lovingly.

Your hands reached out and tangled into his fiery blond and red hair, tugging and encouraging him lightly. His fingers caressed your labia sweetly before he gently pushed them into your inviting entrance. He curled his fingers in a ' come-hither ' motion inside of you, his tongue lapping at your clit in circles.

His lips enclosed around your soft bud of nerves and sucked on it harshly, inflicted a loud, guttural moan out of you. Your hips bucked towards his face, and your back arched off the mattress as he gave you exactly what you needed. His fingers plunged in and out of you deeply, his tongue wandering up and down your folds.

" Feel good, little flame? " He asked agaisnt your sweet cunt, the sensations of the vibrations of his voice on your pussy making you shiver. Your eyes fluttered shut and you moaned.

" Y-yes. So good. " You told him, playing with his long hair as he gave your clit soft kitten licks. The soft, wet noises of your husbands fingers fucking you softly and his tongue playing with your pussy were filling the silence of the room sweetly.

He was starting to increase the speed of his fingers, twisting them in and out of your tight warmth and making you crazy. You felt like you were on cloud 9, and he was just happy to have you feeling the way you were. Your pleasure and satisfaction was always his top priority, especially when it came to sex. There was nothing that made him more crazy than seeing you crazy.

Your thighs squeezed around his face, your hips grinding against his face. But he didn't stop you. He let you do what you needed to do. As long as it meant you were happy, he was willing to do it. His fingers continued to push in and out of you, the duo of his fingers inside you and his tongue stimulating your clit driving you nearly off the edge of ecstasy.

Kyojuro always knew just how to satisfy you. He was quite educated with sex and anatomy from learning things from a certain someone upon the ranks of the Hashira. So he put his knowledge to good use.

His eyes flicked up to look at you, your face flushed, and your eyes closed tightly as you squirmed in his arms. He kept the pace of his fingers quick but steady inside you, his lips closing around your clit once more to suck on it hard. His fingers finally reached that special part of you, and he could feel your inner walls squeezing his fingers and your cunt pulsating in his mouth.

" Are you close? " He asked against your pussy. You groaned loudly. Your cunt clenching around him for dear life gave everything away.

" Y-yes. " You told him breathlessly, panting and shaking in his strong arms. Kyojuro grinned. He redoubled his efforts and sped up the pace of his fingers one last time. He peppered soft kisses on your clit, making your pussy flutter around his fingers as he continously pumped his fingers against your g-spot.

And, just like that, you came around his fingers hard, the hot, sticky liquid coating his thick fingers as they stilled inside you. He smiled widely and withdrew his fingers, wiping them on the sheets before gently darting his tongue out to lick up the mess you made. His tongue swiped up and down your cum-covered folds, licking up every inch of your spend.

" You taste delicious. " He moaned against your heat, giving your cunt one last lick before sitting back up. He picked his lips and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Kyojuro bent down and braced his arms at either side of your face. He kissed you deeply, his hands caressing your arms before he intertwined his fingers with yours.

" Are you ready? " He asked, his voice sweet and deep. You nodded vigorously.

" Yes, " You said. " W-want you to put a baby in me. "

Your legs wrapped around his wide waist eagerly, welcoming him into your warmth while your lips connected in a heated dance. Kyojuro entered you gently, pausing for a moment to allow you to adjust to his size.

Once he sensed that you were comfortable, he started rocking his hips against yours at a slow, steady pace. His cock carefully kissed every inch of you, probing in and out of you sweetly. Kyojuros face was scrunched in concentration, his thick eyebrows furrowed as he focused everything on pleasing you.

He looked pretty sexy in that moment. His forehead had a thin layer of sweat upon it, his hands pinning yours down onto the mattress below you as he fucked you slowly. Whenever he was serious, you could swear to your ancestors above that he was the sexiest man on earth. He usually spoke loudly and never had a frown on his face, but his voice was always low and carried a sense of dominance whenever he had sex with you.

But, the small discomfort from the start of your sex was going away, and things were starting to feel pleasant. Kyojuro leaned down to kiss you, the both of you grunting into each other's mouths as you kissed deeply. He ran his tongue over your bottom lip, seeking entrance. You opened your mouth wide for him, and his tongue began to dance with yours.

He increased his pace a little bit, letting go of one of your hands so he could pick up one of your legs and press it into your chest, allowing him to sink deeper into you. The deeper sensations caused you to gasp, and you pulled away from his lips so could breathe. Your chest heaved up and down as he fucked you a bit harder. You were moaning louder now, and Kyojuro was just loving how he was driving you crazy.

" You like that? " He smirked confidently, his hips rocking against yours quickly. Your pussh fluttered around his cock at his words, and he chuckled deeply. Your throat and body felt like they were on fire, so you did nothing but respond with a slight nod. Your hands scrambled for the red satin sheets beneath you, your head leaning back against the mattress in pure bliss.

You bucked your hips toward his, your toes curling as he thrust in and out of you at the most perfect pace. He was starting to lose it, too. He suddenly found it impossible to slow down, his mind clouded with the need to give you exactly what you needed. And what you needed in that moment was a good fuck, a good fuck that would ensure you being pregnant the next day.

The thought made him feel funny. Him, spilling as much of his cum into your warm cunt as he could get out. And maybe he'd go a second round to make sure you get enough and simply because he wanted to. His body was burning up, his hips thrusting into you with reckless abandon.

" Fuck, little flame.. " He moaned, bending down to get a good look at you. God, you loved when you were abel to get him to curse. He let go of your other hand and used it to feel your flushed cheeks and rub his thumb over your wet, puffy lips. " You feel so good. G-gonna get you nice and round with a baby, hmm? " He panted, his long hair sticking to his face and bouncing as he moved.

But suddenly, he stopped and pulled out of you. You were left panting and needy, and you whined at the loss of friction.

" Aww, don't be like that. " He told you, letting your leg fall back down onto the mattress as he leaned in to peck your lips. " I wanna try something new with you. "

Your quirked a brow at him.

" Lay on your side. " He Instructed. He stepped back to grant you space as you hesitantly laid on your side as instructed. He picked up your front leg and straddled your bottom leg. " Good. Now, I want you to rest your leg on my thigh. " Again, you did as told. You were reluctant and kind of nervous as you felt him entering you once more, but the feeling of his cock filling you was reassuring and comforting.

" I figured that this one could be great for your pleasure. You don't have to do anything in this position, so just sit back and enjoy yourself, my love! " Your husband said buoyantly, scotting closer to you for deeper penetration and holding onto your leg for stability.

Kyojuro angled his hips in a way that was able to get him to sink deeper into your cunt. You bent your upright leg around his waist, letting him in even deeper. You let your head fall back into the mattress, and you just couldn't fight back the intense loud moans escaping your mouth. Your moans were driving him on, and he found it hard to be gentle with you when you were enjoying it that much.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head in pure bliss. Endless moans and gasps left your lips, ones that were a bit loud and made you suddenly feel embarrassed. You put your hand to your mouth, muffling your noises, but Kyojuro quickly caught onto it.

" No covering your mouth. I want to hear every single noise you make, little flame. " He told you sternly, grabbing your hand and holding onto it. " Never be ashamed of the way you feel. I encourage you to be as loud as you want. Besides, it lets me know I'm doing good. " He told you, punctuating his thrusts with his words.

Kyojuro suddenly became faster, his cock pounding into every inch of you deeply and making you shriek in utter euphoria. You bit on your bottom lip, your toes curling in the air as his cock began to hit your g-spot. You gripped the sheets below you and began chanting your husbands name.

" R-right there! Kyojuro! " You almost screamed, your cunt clenching around his cock and begging for him to fill you. Kyojuro became animalistic, his thrusts fast, hard, and merciless inside you.

" Oooh, fuck, little flame. I'm gonna - " He gasped. " Fill you up real good. " Kyojuro grunted through gritted teeth, his hands firmly grasping your hips tightly.

Suddenly, you couldn't take it anymore. His cock repeatedly thrust into your special spot nice and hard at the most perfect speed ever, and you found yourself cumming on him hard once again. His movements slowed down just a bit, letting you come down from your high. The hot liquid of your cum coated his cock nicely, making the both of you moan deeply. Your body shook in his arms, and still, he kept going.

He wasn't going to stop until he could actually finish inside you. That was the whole point of having sex that night.

" You alright, sunshine? " He inquired, thrusting in and out of you at a slow pace. You smiled and nodded. He returned the smile and leaned down to kiss your forehead.

" Good. " He said, his thrusts returning to a fast pace, but he was able to keep it steady and under control. He didn't want to overwhelm you. His cock gracefully dragged across your velvety, slick walls, his large hand on your thigh riding up and down your soft skin. Your head felt cloudy, and you felt as if you were in heaven.

" Honey, " He grunted, his thrusts starting to become very sloppy inside you. " I'm gonna cum soon. Gonna fill you up and give you that baby you want. " He moaned with a smile, driving his cock in and out of you sweetly. You hummed softly and let your eyes close, and the pleasure consume you.

And, with a few more thrusts, he finally, finally came inside you. Hot, sticky ropes of his seed came spilling inside you. You gasped, and he panted heavily, his head thrown back as he buried himself to the hilt, cumming inside the deepest part of you.

" Oh, " you sighed, rolling onto your back and pulling your leg from underneath him. You set your legs down on his hips, and he pulled out of you carefully. The both of you exchanged heavy breaths before he leaned in to kiss you one final time. He rested his forehead on top of yours and rubbed your thighs softly.

" You, " He started, giving your cheek a peck. " Are gonna be such a good mother. "

[achaotichuman]

We're doing thirty-one days of Tamcien for the last month of the year! Prompts List is here if you would like to join in!

For Day 1, here is a oneshot of Tamcien Aftercare, and just generally being extremely sweet and fluffy!

Read on AO3 or below the cut!

They both laid there, legs tangled in the sheets and in between each other’s, skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, chests heaving with each heavy pant. Lucien’s long, loose red curls were tangled beneath his head, and Tamlin’s braid could barely be called that anymore, the majority of the long golden locks spilling out over his silk pillowcase. 

Slowly, Tamlin turned to look at Lucien, their hands still intertwined. 

“How was that?” He asked, still a little breathless. 

“What do you think?” Lucien said, opening his tired eyes with a grin too cocky. 

Tamlin squeezed his hand a little tighter, lungs expanding with a final deep breath, before he slowly sat up. Lucien went to sit up with him, but Tamlin put a hand on his chest, keeping him splayed across his bed. 

Lucien raised a red eyebrow, his rich, dark eyes heavy-lidded. Tamlin leaned down and pressed a gentle, chaste kiss to his swollen, bitten lips. The kiss was little more than a peck, but Lucien made a small sound from the back of his throat anyway. 

“Stay here.” Tamlin whispered against his mouth. Lucien just nodded, his eyes falling closed as his head pushed back into the pillow. 

Tamlin didn’t have to rummage around much for what he needed. He’d already set it out long before they got to his bedroom. 

They’d both been so caught up lately, with work, with rebuilding. 

With rebuilding themselves in so many different ways. 

With all their respective responsibilities, it was near impossible to have a night that was solely to themselves. So, for weeks, Tamlin had planned out this day. He had worked thrice as hard to make sure they had nothing on this evening. Then, he had taken Lucien out for a night in the towns, they’d had dinner, and talked, and laughed. 

Then, Tamlin had taken his hand, and finished the night with a long, hot bath. Followed by hours of… destressing.

Tamlin grabbed the jug of water and the two towels sitting on the kitchen counter, he brought them out to the main bedroom, treading across the cold hard wood floors. All his movements were methodical, both careful and smooth, he placed the jug of water on the nightstand, took one of the damp towels and lowered himself back onto the bed. 

Lucien hadn’t moved an inch, his eyes closed, his face soft. He sighed so dreamily when Tamlin started carefully cleaning his skin, putting all of his attention on his husband. 

“I’m never getting tired of this.” Lucien sighed, his voice barely above a whisper. Tamlin wouldn’t have heard it if the room wasn’t so quiet. 

“I never want you too.” Tamlin whispered back, he leaned down, kissing Lucien’s throat, his lips trailing down his shoulder blade. Lucien tangled his fingers gently in Tamlin’s mused hair. Those slender fingers cupped the back of his neck, pulling him down just enough that Lucien could kiss his head. 

“I love you,” Tamlin whispered. 

“I love you too.” Lucien murmured back.

“Now sit still while I finish cleaning up.” Tamlin said. 

Lucien laughed, he sighed again, falling back against the soft covers, letting Tamlin finish his work. 

Tamlin was quiet as he ran the soft towel over every exposed inch of skin. He took his time, it was a small act, but to him it was worship in another way. A kiss here. Gently rubbing Lucien’s skin there. Every movement was slow, a different kind of pleasure that he drew out. 

The High lord of Spring wiped the sweat and fluid away from the skin of his love. It felt like atonement and blessing all at once, like kneeling at an altar, or preparing a sacrifice for the rituals. 

Tamlin was thorough. From Lucien’s neck, down to his feet, then he had him turn over. Lucien was pliant, simply moving where Tamlin pleased, lost to his touches. 

When Tamlin trailed his fingers down Lucien’s back, his breath was caught in his throat. The deep scars engraved into his back were rough beneath his fingers, a stain of one of the darkest times of either of their lives. The first stepping stone in the path that led to what was almost the end of them. 

But they’d come back from it, like a bush pruned, or the sun hidden by clouds, they bloomed once more. 

Tamlin continued with his work, and as he did, his mind continued to replay them over and over again. 

Lucien when he first came to Spring. How frightened and fragile he had been. Delicate as a new bloom, but with a sharpness that laid beneath the endless gratitude he bestowed. 

When he started to get comfortable. Oh, the fights they got into. Not real fights, but it was the first time someone in Tamlin’s Court had ever spoken back to him. Had ever argued with such a ferocity. It had intrigued him. 

His laughter, like the sun had come out. 

His tears, the land seemed to cry with him. 

When Lucien breathed, Tamlin felt the air in his own lungs. The grass seemed greener, the world a little less dark. His pain was dulled, and his joy was brighter. And without him, it was like the only light in a dark room had gone out.

But Lucien came back. They came back together. 

Tamlin kissed those scars, he felt Lucien let out a heavier breath. And when Lucien faced him once more, those amber eyes were filled with tears. 

“What’s wrong, my love?” Tamlin asked, his voice was a breath between them. It was just them in this space, in this time. Nothing else existed anymore. 

“You, you’re…” Lucien had to catch himself as his voice began to shake. 

“What did I do?” Tamlin asked, worry shot through his gut as he quickly checked over Lucien, trying to figure out what he had touched, what he had said that might have hurt him-

“No, no, Gods above, Tam, you’re perfect, and I…” Those tears fell, Lucien looked away, a dark stain in the green satin appeared. 

Tamlin caught Lucien’s face between a soft grip, gently coaxing him to look up at him again. 

“Lucien, what’s wrong?”

More tears spilled, “I just love you so much, and I don’t know what I did to deserve-”

Tamlin silenced those words with a kiss. Lucien closed his eyes, his hands tangling in his hair once more like they belonged there, Tamlin kissed him deeply, with a newly ignited flame. Lucien moaned softly into his mouth, opening up to him. Giving in entirely. 

Tamlin pulled away just enough to whisper into this void between them, “Don’t ever even start to say you don’t deserve me.”

Lucien kissed him again, and again, and again. 

“I love you,” One of them whispered. 

“I love you.” Another said. 

And it was repeated, over and over and over. Like it was branded onto their tongues, like it was written on their skin. It was all they thought, it was all they said. 

They held onto each other for the night, as the world continued on and on outside, they held each other, basking in the glow of the other, letting sleep lull them in. 

Their relationship wasn’t perfect, and it never would be. 

But this was perfect. This time and place right here. This was perfect. 

Divider by @saradika

[see-arcane]

Thoughts on why Carmilla is so fixated on Laura to begin with? I think the implication in the book was probably that Laura herself was a Karnstein though her mother's line and old folk vampire lore often had vampires drawn to attacking their family members. And what's a good Gothic Horror Story without a bit of incest!

Supposed that a Coppola style reincarnated lover thing could also work pretty well too.

The bit in question:

“And now you can read quite plainly the name that is written in the corner. It is not Marcia; it looks as if it was done in gold. The name is Mircalla, Countess Karnstein, and this is a little coronet over and underneath A.D. 1698. I am descended from the Karnsteins; that is, mamma was.” “Ah!” said the lady, languidly, “so am I, I think, a very long descent, very ancient. Are there any Karnsteins living now?”

That would be an extra gothic note of horror to throw on the pile.

But I'll admit that when I read it, my brain skidded over the incest angle and assumed that Countess Mircalla had married into the Karnstein family with the long-ago Vordenburg ancestor being one of her side consorts. Per the text, the guy wasn't her husband, but her lover:

He might have been termed a Moravian nobleman, for he had changed his abode to that territory, and was, beside, a noble. But he was, in truth, a native of Upper Styria. It is enough to say that in very early youth he had been a passionate and favored lover of the beautiful Mircalla, Countess Karnstein. Her early death plunged him into inconsolable grief.

Miss Mircalla, though shown targeting girls in the story's present, was apparently doing some bisexual juggling once upon a time. The fact that she wasn't wearing this guy's ring told me that she had a husband hanging around somewhere. So in that way, maybe there is something of a reincarnated lover angle hanging around for us to use.

Adaptation Possibility:

Mircalla wed a Karnstein once--a husband we never meet in Vordenburg's records, being that they were penned by his ancestor the Ancient Side Consort (who, notably, aged to death, never turned, and wrote his confession of hiding Carmilla's coffin to shield it before he croaked). But who was this spouse?

Was she in love with him and simply playing with extra lovers because she could? Was she after some pretty relative of the spouse's? We don't know. But we will guess, in tragic fashion, that where grief moved the old lover to hide her coffin, the loss of Mircalla simply killed them. Or worse, prompted suicide in a painful attempt to follow her into vampirism. Alas, it did not take.

Either way their soul was out there now, drifting like a leaf on the bloodstream of the Karnstein's lineage. It carried a secret psychic thread down the line until it landed and blossomed in little Laura with that first strange nightmare. Perhaps that is why Carmilla is here now; has been here, waiting through the century. Pacing her way through new throwaway trysts in undeath as she had in life, loving and devouring and tossing them aside, waiting waiting waiting.

Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Come back, my love, you must come back, these others are not enough, have never been enough, come back come back come back!

And then, surprise. Here is Laura.

Laura who is her husband? Laura who is her bride in all but name? Whoever or whatever she was, is, Carmilla who is Mircalla recognizes that blood, mind, and soul.

Back, back, her love has come back..!

And she will not lose that love twice.