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[cadaverousdecay]

Ur one of those people that really baffle me because u r extremely charming and funny and creative but u tend to forget that about urself 😿

:’( i can be funny and charming and creative sometimes but i can also be very coarse and mean and unlikeable too. i don’t tend to show that side of myself on tumblr but i am very aware that it exists. i get hurt easily and lash out or shut people out and it sucks and i don’t mean to but i do :/

[sunnys-side-upside-down]

Blorbo's Eepiest Soldier

Thank you everyone for your kind words, I'm doing better and am back to it <3

[kalloway]

Are you ever gonna go back to writing jjba on ao3? Honestly I keep rereading all of them to this day and your writing is the best thing I’ve ever come across to.

Hey, Anon! I really appreciate that ur reading my fics even now (and re-reading, too??), honestly... way more than I can say <3 I wish I had a better answer for you though. I'd honestly love to go back to writing for JoJo, but my heart's really with OC stuff these days (oc x canon) and I, frankly... can't convince myself my ideas are worth writing even just for me. U know, perpetual battle against non-existent self esteem? hahaha I won't promise anything but DO know I think about it quite often, and I really miss being invested in JoJo like I used to be tbh! So again: the interest is extremely appreciated, I'm just sorry I can't give a more positive answer ^^;

[seungfl0wer]

I need some angst pleeez I love ur writing and would love to see more angst pleez break my heart

So I wanna request something like them calling you clingy or just bothersum? Take ur time tysvm <33

~Sunny ☀️

*Felix Calling You Clingy*

Hello there dear, so I started this and realized I’m probably just gonna have to make this into a small series. So you’ll be getting them all just spread out I hope that’s ok! Also thank you so much for the kind words i greatly appreciate it so much. I hope you like this. I started with Felix first for some reason his just kinda came out so here the first out of 8🩵

Includes: Texts messages, mentions of depression, arguing (of course has a happy ending they all may not though)

Small edit to put one of the messages is a small messed up I forgot to delete a line and I really don’t wanna go back through all of it and redo it😅 I’m sorry

Others here:

Bangchan , Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin

-🩵

Lix seemed to be avoiding you lately. You knew he was always pretty busy due to him being an idol however even when he had time off he just never wanted to spend time anymore. It’s been a good 3 weeks with no seeing him. With how he’s been acting and how life’s just been in general it made you depressed. You just kinda felt like you were doing everything wrong and weren’t good enough for him anymore.

It was 4AM, You were tossing and turning just feeling all the weight of everything on you. Your mind was just thinking of everything and anything. You wanted so badly just to message Lix, you really needed him right now. You kept going back and forth on whether you should or not, not wanting to bother him so late with your cry babiness. Before you knew it though you were already typing to him. You knew he was awake by the little green mark that showed he was playing a game you both use to play together. So he was up and online.

You couldn’t respond anymore. Your heart was breaking, you started bawling. All you could do is reply with a “k” which he hated. Which you also hated and only used when you were upset. You grabbed your pillows and all the blankets you could find and made a nest on your bed. Curling up into a ball. The blankets soft against your skin as you buried your face into them. They were the only comfort you could feel right now. You eventually ended up crying yourself to sleep.

How could the man you love say such things to you? How could he just spit so much hateful venom at you. Why not just dump you, just get it over with if he was so unhappy.

The next morning you had woken up to more texts:

Your chest tightened you reread the messages about a million times. Your mind started to spiral a bit. You wanted to cry wanted to yell wanted to beg him but you didn’t. With all the emotions and all the stress lately you went almost numb. The next couple days went by and you started to try and do things to help yourself. You went out with some friends, kept yourself busy with you hobbies and even met some new people online to play games with. One of the best things you decided though was you erased all of Felix’s messages. You couldn’t sit and reread all the stuff that was said. You couldn’t keep making yourself feel the hurt.

You knew lix well, you guys have been dating for almost 2 years now. Did he go about everything in a horrible way? Of fucking course. Are you just gonna forgive him for what he said easily? No, fuck no. However, you knew lix well enough to know what he said is probably eating him alive. Because he does love you and you know that. But he’s a human and sometimes we are just prone to being really fucking stupid sometimes.

After about a week and a half of radio silence on both ends. He messaged you.

After that you two texted a little here and there. He even FaceTimed you a few times just to show you the scenery. When he eventually came home you two sat down at your house to talk.

Felix kept apologizing, both of you were crying by the end of the conversation. Felix told you it wasn’t about you being “clingy” per-say he said he loved being around you but he wanted to make a day when he was off to just do something by himself. Even if it was just a few hours. He said how he felt like he just never gets alone time. How it’s either go go go with schedule, doing stuff with the members, coming to your place. He feels so stretched thin and that’s why he blew up.

He know he did wrong by doing so but you get it. Man could be taking a shit and someone would be trying to talk to him about his job and something. He doesn’t ever get time for himself. You both agreed that you’ll give him space. And the days he’s doing his own thing you won’t text him until he texts you.

He also wanted to assure you he doesn’t think you’re clingy, he loves how you are and wouldn’t change you for anything. He said what he said out of sleepless rage. But he knows he fucked up.

You both needed that night in a pillow fort he built for you, eating snacks, talking about other things and just cuddled up together. You missed him. You missed him so fucking much. Missed the sweet smell of his cologne, his beautiful bright smile decorated with little Hershey kiss freckles, and the most warm comforting laugh in the world. You laid in his arms through the night, it filled with such deep conversations, crying, laughing and more crying but out of happiness this time. You thought to yourself “we are gonna be ok, everyone has arguments but our bond is strong.”

💙 if you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵

[lady-boketto]

Hiii i just LOVED ur gyomei writing i would like to request a sfw (if you take requests ofc :0)

Just fluff with gyomei and reader who is short we're talking gyomei waist long tall who's practically weightless for him

Thanks I would appreciate it if you respond

-me <3

A/n: Hello! thank you so much for your kind words and for sending in an ask! I'd love to do your request! it sounds like a very interesting dynamic. hope you enjoy reading what i came up with :)

Since Gyomei is over 7 feet tall (7,2 ft to be exact) he is practically a giant so he pretty much towers over anyone he crosses paths with

when the two of you go out for a walk whether you have a destination or not, Gyomei tends to walk slower when he's beside you so that he doesn't leave you behind since he takes bigger strides.

If you're someone who likes to hold hands with your partner, Gyomei would have no problem with holding your hand (he actually really loves sweet gestures like this because it makes his heart swell with butterflies), especially if you two were in a more public setting or if you were feeling nervous, Gyomei takes pride in being your protector and making you feel safe when you're with him, the only thing the he worries about is actually being the one to reach for your hand ( the one time he tried to reach out to hold your hand while the two of you were out for a stroll in the garden and he accidentally ended up groping your chest)

Gyomei loves to give you his haori when you're cold (he can feel your body shaking and hears your teeth chattering) draping the light green coat upon your shoulders

Since he's so tall, he likes to give you head pats, always knowing where you and massaging your scalp gently

For kisses, he's afraid to bend down and headbutt you, so he likes when you reach up and grab his collar, pulling him down to the height you prefer

Likes to pick you up by the waist, especially since you weight next to nothing to him. (but he always asks permission first)

UNLESS he is extremely excited to see you after a long mission, he likes to just hold you and bring you up to his chest, able to nuzzle into the crook of your neck and take a deep breath in, inhaling your scent, reminded of home.

Gyomei is very considerate of your shared height difference. In the house he keeps from storing things too high and out of your reach. Even if you had trouble getting something off the top shelf, he'd get it for you (or, feeling uncomfortable with the thought of feeling around the shelf himself) he'd lift you by the waist so that YOU could do it instead.

[miclipse]

IM SCREAMING ur new raf fic with him being a literal fish WAS SO DANG CUTE ugh towards the end where he finally starts to warm up to her i wish he could give her a hug but he is technically a fish so KDKDKD

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ a fish's embrace.

pairing: rafayel x fem! reader

synopsis: how do fishes give hugs? well, this is how rafayel does it.

word count: 1.8k

cw: afab! reader, rafayel is a fish (literally), reader is a princess, slight angst/comfort, fluff, slight mentions of death.

note: hear me out anon... you kept me up at night with this. read this first for context!! comments appreciated <3

“hi fifi, how’s your day?”

the familiar sight of you lowering yourself to sit on the chair and peering into his fishtank caught rafayel’s attention.

rafayel swam out of the coral he usually hid himself in, a trail of bubbles following behind him as his tail flapped left and right.

well, there was only so much rafayel could do everyday in this fishtank. some include performing his everyday underwater stretches and somersaults, as well as gobble up the pellets you would pour into his tank during meal times.

although rafayel does not mind being a domestic pet to a princess, he was a social fish— or what humans would call an extrovert. and isolating him in a fishtank with no other companions really had a toll on his mental health (yes, fishes have them too).

well, he had you. but conversations with you were one-sided. he tried communicating with you verbally, hoping you possessed some sort of special power that allowed you to speak to animals like those fairytales he would read about when he was still a small fry. but to no avail.

all you understood from him was glub glub glub and a couple of bubbles escaping through his mouth.

some fish could easily live in solitude, but rafayel was not one of them. he loved mingling and talking to other fellow fishes. he may not be fond of socializing all the time, but having a fellow fish to talk to occasionally would be nice.

it had been a while since he last had a proper two-way conversation with a fellow fish. those nights where he would be laughing and joking around with his friends was now replaced with being trapped in an enclosure and listening to you complain about royal affairs he doubted he was even supposed to be aware about.

rafayel learnt from you that the problems humans face was a million times more than the problems fishes like him face. his only concern back when he was still in the ocean was whether he would be a shark’s snack.

“do you ever feel lonely in here?” your sad sigh directed rafayel’s attention back to you. your hair was still wet from your recent shower, making it stick to your neck and leave a damp patch on the nightgown you currently had on. you rested your chin on the palm of your hand, staring into rafayel’s aquatic terrarium with a guilty expression.

rafayel responded with a glub and a couple bubbles coming out of his mouth.

“i was thinking of returning you back to your actual home,”

…wait, what did you just say?

suddenly, rafayel was filled with a sense of dread, his mind running a hundred miles per minute. you were planning to abandon him just like that? it had only been approximately two months (almost coming to three).

he was finally able to convince himself that you were far from those spoiled brats he had heard stories about back when he was a baby fish living in the ocean. was that kind nature of yours nothing but a facade? he thought the two of you were close enough to be honest with each other.

how could you be so cruel to make him develop such a strong sense of attachment and reliability towards you, only for you to want to throw him back into the ocean where you had initially found him?

just when rafayel was contemplating about dramatically leaping out from the top of the tank and perishing right then and there on your study table filled with confidential documents, you spoke again.

“but i don't want to be lonely again.” you whispered, now slumping over your desk with your arm as a cushion for your head. your index finger was absentmindedly tracing shapes and letters against the surface of rafayel's tank.

rafayel stayed still, blinking at you behind the glass and impatiently urging you to continue with what you were implying.

sometimes, he hated it whenever you talked in a way that left so much suspense in the air.

seriously, couldn't you just treat him like an inanimate object and just blurt out whatever that was on your mind? you were acting as if you were waiting for his response, and it made him feel annoyed to a certain extent.

it wasn't like you could understand him even if he were to respond to you anyways. all you could hear was glub glub glub.

“you're the only one that i can confide in. if you're gone, i don't know what to do anymore.”

you sounded… pitiful.

everyone would have thought being a princess was full of a life of privileges, fun and riches. but no one ever saw the harsh reality beneath the beautiful facade of your life.

rafayel wasn't sure if this was the life of every princess to exist, but if it really was the case, then every princess definitely led a miserable life.

the only difference between you and other princesses was that not all of them necessarily had a pet fish that they could turn to during times like this.

“you probably think i'm selfish, huh?” you mumbled to rafayel with a small smile, a faint chuckle escaping your lips. “holding you hostage in my tank just so i have someone to talk to.”

you've perfectly read rafayel's mind, the only flaw was that your mind reading seemed to have a two month delay.

two months ago, if you were to say the same exact words as you did just a few seconds ago, rafayel would have agreed with you in a heartbeat.

but things were different now. much, much different.

rafayel was a social fish. he missed being able to talk and have people (or fishes) actually understand what he was saying. he missed spending his nights keeping his fellow fish companions awake as they all told each other stories of what they've encountered while swimming around in the oceans during the day.

but if given the opportunity to choose between a life of solitude in your bedroom and swimming around aimlessly in the oceans, he would choose this life.

rafayel would choose you over and over again in a hundred lifetimes.

occasionally during the day when you were away for your royal duties, rafayel would think about this alot (not that he had anything else to do in here).

he had come to realise that when he were to eventually die one day, he'd much rather die here in this fishtank as compared to dying in the vast abyss of the ocean, where he wouldn't even know what was to happen to his carcass after his heart stopped beating. the most realistic scenario was that he would be eaten up by a shark or another hungry fish in the waters, but even just the thought of that sent shivers down the fish’s spine.

sure, rafayel had fish friends out there in the ocean, but who was to say that they hadn't already been devoured by other sea creatures?

a life out in the wild was always accompanied by danger, and rafayel was at an even greater disadvantage with his size as compared to the other animals living alongside him in the waters.

at least if he died here, he knew he would be remembered by you. he hated to think that he could no longer comfort and be there for you the day you would cry and weep over his passing, but he knew that he would forever live on in your heart at the very least.

the two of you were just a pair of lonely souls trying to heal each other despite your difficulties communicating to each other. rafayel was here for you to vent your frustrations of life as a princess, and you would be here to keep rafayel safe and remembered.

with you, rafayel had an identity. he was no longer a lost and stray fish swimming around in the ocean, worrying constantly of when he would be gobbled up.

he was your biggest treasure, your beloved fifi.

with him, you could put down the invisible crown along with the shackles of your status. you weren’t a princess, you weren’t the girl getting lectured and scolded by your parents for your misconduct. you were just an ordinary girl who absolutely adored her pet fish and cuddled with her plushies.

perhaps the two of you did have some similarities.

despite the many differences the two of you had, it was the small similarities you two shared that made your bond with each other so strong even with the lack of verbal communication.

that's right. the bond between you and rafayel was so strong that you both didn't even need verbal communication to come to a mutual understanding.

“i love you, fifi.”

hearing your declaration of love made rafayel feel all fuzzy inside today. perhaps it was because of how vulnerable the conversation (or monologue) was tonight, but he felt extra affectionate towards you today.

you slowly dipped the pad of your index finger into the tank, putting into careful consideration not to frighten rafayel away with any sudden movements.

rafayel tilted his head up to look at your index finger slowly sinking into the tank. you never moved your index finger towards him, you always left your finger in the middle of the tank to wait for him to approach you if he felt like it.

rafayel greatly respected that about you.

slowly swimming up towards your finger, he could picture the smile slowly growing on your face without even needing to turn to look at you.

although rafayel may be a fish, he would definitely put in an effort to show you that he loves you too.

rafayel used his bottom fins to wrap around your finger as a way to give you a hug.

a soft gasp could be heard, and you tried to contain your excitement but rafayel could feel how your finger was trembling with happiness as you tried not to make any sudden movements that'll frighten him away from you.

the both of you remained in this state for a few moments, enjoying the silence. rafayel was initially unsure of how you would react to him attempting to hug you, but his worries about that dissipated the moment he saw the expression on your face.

rafayel had no way to describe the way you were staring at him, but he could read what was currently in your mind.

thank you for loving me too, fifi.

and a part of him felt satisfied that his mind reading skills was much better than yours, because at least he could beat you at something.

as rafayel’s fins continued hugging your finger, he smiled faintly to himself. so this was how it felt to hug a human, huh?

tonight, he was not rafayel. he was not the fish that lived in the wild, loving freedom and dangerous adventures.

tonight, he was fifi. the princess’s beloved pet fish that she loved immeasurably.

all rights reserved © miclipse 2024. do not repost, plagiarize, copy, modify or translate my works on any platforms.

[pedroshotwifey]

Should've Stayed Bored

Please understand that this is a crack fic based on this post by @bonezone44 and the comments made by @covetyou on said post ) Also tagging other commenters on that post: @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog snowflake-blog@bubble-pop-eclectic @lunitawrites

Pairing: Chump!Joel Miller × fem!reader

Word count: 1.4k

Tags/Warnings: Joel Miller NOT being a sex god, left flap rubbing, mention of the clit, piv sex (if you could call it that), premature ejaculation, age gap, dad's buddy!joel miller, bad make out sessions, misplaced confidence, secondhand embarrassment, crack fic

Summary: You really need to learn to lower your expectations.

A/N: I actually had a great time writing this and think it turned out really fucking funny.

A/N pt. 2: Well, the og post got fucking deleted, but here it is again. Fucking pissed. I would really appreciate any interaction even if you already did the first time just so I can get it back out there </3

special thanks to @romanarose, @wannab-urs, @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin, and everyone else who helped me calm my tits and post this again. Love y'all ❤

*****

You’re bored out of your fucking mind. You’ve had four drinks and have walked in and out of the house probably a dozen times. For a neighborhood barbeque, it’s uneventful as hell. You would think that there would at least be a few interesting people out of so many. But no. So far there’s a group of old ladies gathered around the pool in sun chairs, their husbands around the grill talking about sports, and some kids—probably grandkids—running rampant around the yard. 

That’s what your dad gets for moving into a retiree neighborhood. There’s only a few other households you know of that don’t host couples in their late sixties. Kind of like, speak of the devil, the Millers, who are walking in through the yard gate right now. 

It’s only the two of them—Joel and his daughter, Sarah, who is only about eight. She runs off to go play with the other kids and you smile as you spot Joel struggling to carry a bowl and latch the gate back at the same time. You immediately take the opportunity to walk toward him. 

You’ve always had your eyes on Joel Miller, even though he’s only a few years younger than your father. He’s a DILF in all ways that count. Sweet, responsible, and hot as hell. 

“Hey, Mr. Miller,” you grab his attention as you reach where he’s still trying to balance everything. His face lights up when he sees you coming to help. 

“Hey, darlin’, you don’t mind helpin’ me with this, do ya?” he nods his head to the gate. 

“Nope, not at all,” you say sweetly as you get the gate latched behind him. He beams at you as he shifts to hold his dish with both hands. It looks heavy. 

“Thank you. And please, call me Joel.” He flashes you a wink that makes your stomach flutter before he starts for the back door. 

With nothing better to do, you follow him inside. He’s putting his bowl in the fridge when you close the door behind you and take a spot leaning against the counter. There’s nobody else inside right now, and you realize you might have just found your cure for boredom. 

You slide up next to Joel as he stands up. 

“What did you bring, Mr. Miller?” you ask him in an over the top sweet voice. 

He shoots you a pointed look and takes a step back to put a few inches between the two of you. 

“Potato salad,” he says flatly. “And please, it’s just Joel.” 

“Well, Joel,” you take a step toward him again. “I’m bored.” 

You swear you see him gulp, and you know you’ve got him right where you want him. He glances out the window, probably looking for your dad manning the grill. 

“Darlin’,” he says in warning. “I’m sure you can find something out there to do.” 

You pout at him. “But I found something to do in here.” 

“Honey, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“No?” you banter. “You don’t want to fuck me, Joel? I see the way you look at me.” 

He surges forward, trapping you against the counter. You smile wildly at him and throw your arms around his neck. 

“Get your ass upstairs, now,” he growls. “Strip and wait on your bed.” 

Your pussy flutters at his command, excitement building in your stomach. 

“Yes, Mr. Miller. Don’t be long.” You flash him a wink and slide from in front of him to make your way upstairs. You feel his eyes on you until you reach the top step. 

He only waits a little while, presumably to cover his bases so it doesn’t look like he’s sneaking off with his friend’s much-too-young daughter, before following you up. And by that time, you’re already naked and sitting on your bed. 

He comes in and shuts the door behind him, making sure it’s locked tightly before turning around. Your eyes go to the massive tent in his pants, your tongue coming out to wet your lips. 

“You’re fuckin gorgeous, darlin’,” he says as he takes a step toward you, already starting to unbuckle his jeans. He pulls his heavy cock out and your lips part. You’d expected him to be big, but holy shit.

“C’mon, baby, lay back for me.” 

You let him push you down on your back, and then scootch up a bit so that you’re resting with your head on the pillows. Your body is practically humming with excitement and need. Being with an older man has always been something high up on your bucket list, because there’s no doubt they know how to properly pleasure a woman. And a man like Joel Miller…you can’t fucking wait. 

He leans over you and takes your lips in a sloppy kiss. You wind your arms around him and arch your back, begging silently for him to touch you already. He slips his tongue inside your mouth, and your eyes widen. 

He’s just…licking. 

You find it really hot when a man uses his tongue to make out with you, but. Not like this. You rear your head back, trying to gain control of the kiss. But then his hand starts to trail down to your center and you decide, whatever, you can pick and choose your battles. You’ll let him do whatever the fuck he thinks he’s doing to your mouth as long as he gets those thick fingers inside of you already. 

He trails down, down, oh, there, he pets your clit and you shiver, and then—

Then he continues down…and to the left. 

He starts rubbing circles on your left flap, and you furrow your brows. 

What the actual fuck?? 

You unwind your arms and start pushing on his chest until he pulls his tongue from your mouth to gaze down at you. 

“Joel, you—” 

“Yeah, you fuckin’ like that, don’t you, baby?” 

You just blink at him. What?

He winks at you. “I know, darlin’, feels real good, huh?” He dips back down to start kissing you again, thankfully leaving his damn tongue out of it. His fingers increase pressure, which you can only guess would feel really good if he was actually rubbing your clit. 

“Joel,” you mutter against his lips again, but it comes out smushed and smothered. Kind of like your poor pussy right now. Or the outside of it, at least. 

“So impatient,” he laughs. “Hold on one second, baby, Mr. Miller’s got you.” 

You resist the urge to cringe at that. 

He taps your abused pussy lip twice and retracts his hand to grasp his cock, which you’re now worried about. Hopefully he knows how to fucking use that thing. He guides his tip to your entrance—or tries to, rather, and you groan in defeat. He rubs it up and down your slit, prodding every second or so. 

“Yeah, baby, fuckin’ love those sounds you make for me.” 

You just stare at him. You’re not going to even pretend. This is just insane. How the hell did he actually make a kid??

Finally, he finds your hole—the right one, thank god—and starts to push in. You’re still pretty wet from earlier, though you’re sure there will be no developments in that department. Thankfully, it’s enough to ease the stuttering glide. 

Once he’s fully in, he starts to thrust, and you grip on to him, holding on to that last hope that maybe he can nail your g-spot with that weapon of his. 

“M…Feel so g-good, baby,” Joel moans. 

He thrusts once, twice, three times, moaning like a fucking animal. 

And then he pulls out. And shakes above you as he spills his cum on your lower belly. 

You stare at him in shock as he rolls over and collapses beside you. His eyes are closed as he pants and reaches a hand over you to touch your stomach. 

“You came?” he asks. 

You consider lying to him, but figure he doesn’t deserve that. 

“No, Joel, I did not fucking come.” 

“Oh, okay. Tha’s alright. Get you next time.” 

You sit up and gape at him. 

“Get the fuck out of my room!” 

He looks at you with confusion but gets up after a moment. He yawns, tucks himself into his pants, and struts for your door. 

“Don’t be ashamed to ask for more, darlin’. I wouldn’t be opposed to doin’ this again sometime.” He sends you a wink and walks out of the room before you get the chance to say something you’ll regret more than whatever the fuck just happened. 

You learned a valuabale lesson today: age really does not fucking matter. 

[chiyuuchu]

I love ur posts! Can u do more bakugou content?

weight of the world upon her voice <3 (7th August 2024)

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Prompt! A mute girl with the loudest voice

a/n my second ask! i’m so glad

Bakugou sat in his usual seat, arms crossed and eyes closed, trying to tune out the usual morning chatter of Class 1-A. The door slid open, and Aizawa-sensei walked in, followed by a girl he hadn’t seen before. She was petite with expressive eyes and an aura of quiet determination.

“This is Y/N,” Aizawa announced. “She’s new to our class. I expect you all to help her adjust.”

Y/N gave a small bow, her hands moving quickly in a series of gestures. The class looked on in confusion until Bakugou, surprisingly, stood up.

“She says, ‘Thank you for having me,’” he translated, his voice gruff but clear.

The class murmured in surprise, not expecting Bakugou to know sign language. He glared at them. “What? You think I’m an idiot or something?”

Throughout the day, Y/N struggled to communicate with her classmates. Kirishima and Mina tried their best, but the gestures were foreign to them. Bakugou, however, stepped in frequently, translating her signs with impatient ease.

“She’s asking if you can pass the salt,” Bakugou snapped at Sero during lunch.

“Wow, Bakugou. Didn’t know you could sign,” Kaminari said, impressed.

“Yeah, well, now you know. Pay attention, idiots.”

Y/N smiled gratefully at Bakugou, who simply shrugged it off with a grumble.

When Aizawa announced battle training for the day, everyone was curious about Y/N’s quirk. She’d been so quiet, they wondered what kind of power she possessed. Paired up against Kaminari, she stepped into the training arena with a calm expression.

The match began, and Kaminari launched his electric attacks. Y/N dodged gracefully, her movements precise. Then, she stopped, her eyes locking onto Kaminari’s. Her lips moved, but no sound came out.

Kaminari froze, his eyes wide in shock. He dropped to his knees, clutching his head. “What’s going on?” he muttered.

“She’s... speaking in his mind?” Midoriya realized aloud.

Y/N’s quirk allowed her to project her voice directly into her opponent’s mind, issuing commands that they couldn’t resist. Kaminari, under her influence, stood still, unable to fight back.

“Her quirk’s incredible,” Todoroki said, watching intently.

Bakugou smirked, crossing his arms. “Told you idiots she was tough.”

After the match, Y/N approached Bakugou. She signed a quick thank you, but this time, she added something more.

“You’re welcome,” Bakugou replied, then translated for the rest of the class, “She says she’s grateful for my help and that she’s glad to have met all of you.”

Y/N looked at Bakugou with appreciation. They had a unique understanding, a connection that didn’t require words. For Bakugou, it was more than just knowing sign language; it was about recognizing strength and resilience in someone who communicated differently.

As the weeks passed, Y/N integrated more into the class, with Bakugou often acting as her unofficial interpreter. Despite his usual rough demeanor, he showed a softer side when it came to helping her. The class began to respect him more, seeing a new dimension to his character through his interactions with Y/N.

In Y/N, Bakugou found a kindred spirit. She was quiet but powerful, and her presence challenged him in ways he hadn’t expected. It wasn’t long before their classmates realized that this unlikely friendship was built on mutual respect and understanding, making their bond unbreakable.

During a lunch break, the class gathered around a table, curiosity written on their faces. Kaminari was the center of attention, animatedly describing Y/N’s voice to those who hadn't experienced her quirk firsthand.

“So, what’s her voice like?” Mina asked, leaning in closer.

Kaminari smiled, recalling the battle training. “It’s really soft-spoken and gentle. It feels like someone whispering directly into your mind. It’s kind of surreal.”

Uraraka's eyes widened. “That sounds amazing! I wish I could hear it.”

Jirou nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I’m curious too. We should ask her to use her quirk again.”

Later that morning, as Y/N entered the classroom, she was met with a sea of eager faces. Bakugou, noticing the unusual excitement, raised an eyebrow.

Kirishima approached her with a gentle smile. “Hey, Y/N. We were all wondering if you could... use your quirk so we could hear your voice?”

Y/N blinked, surprised by the request. She looked around at her classmates, who all nodded encouragingly.

“Please?” Mina added, her hands clasped together in a pleading gesture.

With a shy smile, Y/N nodded. She focused her energy, her quirk activating as she prepared to speak. The room fell silent, everyone leaning in with anticipation.

"Hello, everyone," her voice echoed softly in their minds, gentle and calming. "It's nice to be here with all of you."

A collective gasp of awe filled the room. Uraraka's eyes sparkled with delight. “Wow, that’s incredible!”

Tsuyu nodded. “It’s like she’s speaking directly to our hearts.”

Bakugou, who had already experienced her voice during spar one time , watched the reactions of his classmates with a tiny smile. He was proud of how far Y/N had come in earning their acceptance and admiration.

From that day on, the class felt an even stronger bond with Y/N. They appreciated her uniqueness and the effort she put into communicating with them. The more they learned about her, the more they admired her strength and resilience.

And for Bakugou, seeing Y/N become a cherished member of their class only deepened his feelings for her. She wasn’t just a girl with a powerful quirk; she was someone who brought out the best in everyone around her, including him.

As the days turned into weeks, the class gradually began to pick up bits and pieces of sign language. Y/N often found herself smiling at their efforts, touched by their willingness to communicate with her.

During lunch one day, Kirishima approached her with a hesitant smile. "Hey, Y/N," he said slowly, his hands moving awkwardly but clearly. "How... are... you?"

Y/N beamed and signed back quickly. Kirishima's eyes widened, and he turned to Bakugou for help.

“She said, ‘I’m good, thank you. How are you?’” Bakugou translated with a roll of his eyes. “Seriously, shitty hair, try to keep up.”

Mina joined in, her hands forming the sign for “friend.” She looked to Y/N for confirmation, who nodded enthusiastically. “Friend,” Mina repeated, grinning.

During a lesson, Aizawa decided to incorporate sign language into their curriculum. “It’s important for heroes to communicate in all forms,” he explained. “Today, we’ll learn some basic signs.”

The class was eager to learn, and Aizawa taught them common phrases and terms related to their training. Y/N stood at the front, demonstrating each sign with patience.

“Hero,” she signed, her hand forming an ‘H’ and making a motion over her chest. The class mimicked her, some more successfully than others.

“Villain,” she signed next, her expression serious. Again, the class followed her lead.

Midoriya was particularly focused, taking notes and practicing diligently. “This is really useful,” he muttered to himself. “I’m glad we’re doing this.”

During the break time in class, Uraraka and Tsuyu approached Y/N with shy smiles. “Can you teach us how to sign ‘good job’?” Uraraka asked.

Y/N nodded, demonstrating the sign. Uraraka and Tsuyu practiced a few times, then turned to each other and signed, “Good job.”

Y/N clapped her hands, proud of their progress. Bakugou watched from a distance, a small smile tugging at his lips. It was gratifying to see his classmates making an effort for Y/N.

In the common room one evening, the entire class gathered for a movie night. As the credits rolled, Y/N and Bakugou found themselves sitting together, the glow of the TV illuminating their faces.

“Hey, Y/N,” Kaminari called out from across the room. He made the sign for “thank you,” albeit a bit clumsily.

Y/N giggled and signed back, “You’re welcome.” Bakugou translated for him, and Kaminari grinned, pleased with himself.

As the night wore on, more and more students tried out their new skills, creating a sense of unity and understanding within the class. They were no longer just learning a new language; they were building bridges and forging stronger bonds with Y/N.

And for Bakugou, seeing Y/N become an integral part of the class was more satisfying than he could have ever imagined.

One evening, the Bakusquad gathered in Y/N’s room for a study session. Textbooks were spread out across the floor, and the air was filled with a mix of chatter and the occasional groan of frustration over complex problems.

As the night wore on, one by one, the others began to leave. Kaminari was the first to go, complaining about needing sleep. Kirishima left next, followed by Mina and Jirou, until only Bakugou and Y/N remained.

Y/N glanced up from her notes, watching Bakugou as he continued to read his textbook with intense focus. She hesitated for a moment before using sign language to ask him a question that had been on her mind.

"How do you know sign language?" she signed, her hands moving gracefully.

Bakugou looked up, surprise flickering across his face. He hesitated before responding, his voice quieter than usual. "My mentor, Best Jeanist, taught me."

Y/N’s curiosity was piqued. She signed back, "Why?"

Bakugou sighed, running a hand through his hair. "He said if my quirk keeps damaging my ears, it could lead to deafness. He wanted to make sure I could still communicate if that happened."

Y/N's eyes widened with understanding and empathy. She reached out, placing a hand on his arm, offering silent support.

Bakugou looked down at her hand on his arm, feeling a warmth spread through him. For a moment, they sat in silence, the gravity of his words hanging in the air.

"You’re amazing, Bakugou," Y/N signed with a gentle smile. "Thank you for sharing that with me."

Bakugou’s usual scowl softened slightly. "Yeah, well, don't go spreading it around," he muttered, but there was no real bite to his words.

They continued studying together, a comfortable silence enveloping them. In that quiet room, with only the sound of pages turning and the occasional scribble of a pen, Bakugou felt a sense of peace he rarely experienced.

As the night grew darker, Y/N yawned and stretched. Bakugou glanced at the clock and realized how late it had become.

"You should get some sleep," he said, his voice gruff but caring.

Y/N nodded, signing, "Thank you for staying."

Bakugou gave a curt nod, gathering his things. "Yeah, yeah. See you tomorrow."

As he left her room, Bakugou couldn't help but feel a deeper connection with Y/N. She understood his struggles in a way few others did, and that made their bond even stronger.

By their second year, Bakugou's hearing had worsened significantly. He had always been stubborn, but now, it was taking a toll on his mental state. The once vibrant and fiery Bakugou had become distant, pushing everyone away, including his closest friends.

His friends tried to reach out to him, but he brushed them off, too scared and ashamed to admit what was happening. His depressive and anxious episodes grew more frequent, leaving him isolated and conflicted.

He hasn’t even built the courage to tell his parents that he was deaf and in need of hearing aids.

Y/N had noticed the change in Bakugou from the beginning of the semester. The distance between them hurt her, but she respected his space. However, she couldn’t stand by any longer, knowing something was seriously wrong.

One evening, she found Bakugou alone in the training room, sitting on the floor with his head in his hands. Taking a deep breath, Y/N approached him, her heart pounding.

"Bakugou," she signed gently, trying to catch his attention. "What's been going on?"

Bakugou looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and despair.

For a moment, he didn’t respond, but then, hesitantly, he signed back, "Don’t tell anybody..."

Y/N waited, her heart aching for him.

"I'm deaf," he finally signed, his hands trembling slightly.

Y/N was taken aback by his admission, but she quickly composed herself. She knew how hard this must have been for him to share. Opening her mouth, she used her quirk to speak directly to his mind, "Can you hear me?"

Bakugou’s eyes widened in shock. He nodded slowly, relief washing over his face. Tears welled up in his eyes, and for the first time in a long time, he felt understood. Her voice had been the first thing he could really hear in a long time.

Y/N knelt beside him, her presence a comforting balm to his troubled mind. "It's okay, Bakugou. You don't have to go through this alone," she continued using her quirk, her voice gentle and soothing in his mind.

Bakugou shook his head, frustration evident on his face. "I hate feeling weak," he signed back, his movements sharp and angry.

"You’re not weak," Y/N responded firmly, her voice steady in his mind. "Admitting you need help takes strength. Let me help you."

For a moment, Bakugou was silent, his internal struggle clear on his face. Finally, he nodded, the walls he had built around himself starting to crumble.

"I’m scared," he signed, his vulnerability raw and painful.

Y/N reached out, placing a hand on his. "I know," she said softly. "But we’ll face this together. You’re not alone."

Bakugou squeezed her hand, a sense of relief and gratitude washing over him. For the first time in months, he felt a glimmer of hope. With Y/N by his side, he knew he could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As they sat in silence, Bakugou suddenly realized something profound. Despite his hearing loss, he could still hear Y/N's voice clearly in his mind, thanks to her quirk. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. No matter how deaf he became, he would always be able to hear her.

"Y/N," he signed, his eyes intense. "Your voice... I'll always hear it, won't I?"

She nodded, understanding dawning in her eyes. "Yes, Bakugou. My quirk allows me to speak directly into your mind. As long as I'm here, you'll always be able to hear me."

Bakugou's heart swelled with a mixture of relief and gratitude. The fear and despair that had plagued him began to dissipate. Y/N wasn't just a friend or a crush—she was his lifeline, the one constant in his world that he could always count on.

"I don’t deserve you," he signed, his eyes glistening with emotion.

"Yes, you do," she replied, her voice firm in his mind. "You deserve all the happiness in the world, Bakugou. And I’ll be here with you, every step of the way."

Bakugou pulled her into a tight embrace, feeling the weight of his fears lifting. With Y/N by his side, he knew he could face anything. Even in the silence, her voice would always be there to guide him.

[dipperscavern]

thinking about stark men pet names. sorry ive already sent you like 3 asks this is getting embarrassing. but im here and i live here now.

jon is TOTALLY a ‘woman’ and ‘girl’ kind of guy always going ‘there’s a good girl’ ‘you’re my woman’ and robb naturally is always calling you ‘my lady’ and i fully accept and believe you when you have him calling reader ‘pretty’, ‘pretty thing’ etc… chivalrous till the end!

but i cannot for the life of me land on what cregan’s style would be. i feel like it would be very teasing but also with an edge of possession. i can see him always calling you ‘wife’ in place of anything else…

don’t apologize!! ur asks are delicious & i will forever appreciate any ask anyone sends me 🫶🏻 send ten and we’ll debrief about every single one my lovely

jon is so accurate. “there’s a good girl” & referring to u as his woman are just stamps in his vocabulary. he’s not really a words type of guy, but they just spill out sometimes.

robb is very chivalrous and charming, pet names come to him naturally. “my lady”, “pretty”, “pretty thing” etc. his mouth literally never stops running. omg i can also see an “atta girl” escaping every once in a while.

okay i’m putting on my bulletproof vest for this one but… cregan doesn’t seem like a pet name type of guy. don’t get me wrong, he still showers u with compliments & things like that, but idk i just can’t see it 😞 would definitely have “wife” slipping from his lips pretty often though!! i can see it as a teasing thing between the both of you.

“husband.” & he pulls you in by your hips, “wife.”

[giamee]

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐔!

୨♡୧ pairings :: yanqing x reader ; jing yuan x reader ; gepard x reader ; sampo x reader

୨♡୧ contains :: established relationship, some slight babygirlification maybe? idk im just saying words at this point, blatant favouritism

୨♡୧ gia's notes :: finally posting requests thank u for the patience sorry that this took so long for something so short 😖😖 i kept it pg because i didn't want to make any requesters uncomfortable BUT if anyone wants an nsfw version of this just say the word 🫡

୨♡୧ requests :: anon -> hihi!! may i req general relationship hcs of yan qing and/or jing yuan?? <3 also yr blog theme is so cuteSHSHDHHDHDDH take yr time in writing the req and have a lovely day ahead :> // anon -> HII!!! i saw that you're opening requests!! can i request gepard and sampo as boyfriends plss??? tysm!! 💖

𓆩♡𓆪 YANQING

-the sweetest omg :((

-definitely the most attentive bf ever

-you need something? he’s already out the door on his way to the store to get it

-you can’t reach something? yanqing is rushing to your side, plucking the item off the top shelf and handing it to you, with a sweet kiss pressed to your cheek for extra measure

-you notice your shoelace is untied but your hands are full? yanqing is kneeling down in front of you and making the perfect knot that wont undo, and then he’s taking what you’re holding off of you so that you can walk with your hands free

-i feel like he would really enjoy the outdoors

-like a date with him would include walking around the xianzhou luofu and admiring the scenery before stopping to eat something in a park

-idk if the xianzhou luofu has parks but idc roll with it

-and he is such a ray of sunshine too!!

-always smiling and sunny

-even the weather seems to brighten when he’s around

-when you’re having a bad day and have to cancel on a date with him, he’s so understanding, asking if you want him to come over to yours instead with food and some movies to watch

-and when you hear him knocking on your door and his sweet smile on the other side with not a hint of annoyance at your last minute cancellation, your worries melt at his gesture and when his scent engulfs you as he wraps you in a warm hug

-hmmm he would definitely gossip with you

-IMAGINE HIM LAYING WITH HIS HEAD IN YOUR LAP WITH HIS HAIR DOWN AND UR COMBING THROUGH IT WITH YOUR FINGERS WHILE HE TELLS U ABOUT ANY DRAMA THAT HE'S HEARD EEE

-carries two hairbands on his wrist - one for himself and one for you if you ever need it

-10/10 boyfriend i love him :(

𓆩♡𓆪 JING YUAN

-my husband

-he would be such a chill bf

-obviously since he’s a general he’s quite busy so you may not be able to see each other as much as you would like to :(

-but jing yuan will always make time for you <3

-whether that means he has to, god forbid, skip out on an afternoon nap to finish paperwork, he WILL get home in time to greet you with a kiss that has you melting into him

-while he may appear reserved at times, he’s a very passionate lover (wink)

-he just likes to keep things private

-he believes that’s what makes your relationship more special

-i feel like he’s kind of got a thing for domesticity

-jing yuan holds an appreciation for the slower, quieter moments in life

-moments where time doesn’t matter, because you’re asleep in his arms and the slight gust of your breath against his bare skin is soothing him into a state of overwhelming calm that reminds him that he has absolutely nowhere to be for the foreseeable future

-(he just really likes sleeping with you)

-you definitely have to convince him to get out of bed some days

-the general of the xianzhou luofu is in your bed and whining when you try to wiggle out of his grasp, hugging you tighter despite your protests

-and he'll never admit it but the mf will POUT when you both inevitably have to get up

-and he'll be so dramatic about it too

-"i thought you loved me, why are you leaving..."

-and you shoot him a glare while you get dressed

-and then you see the way his toned back is rising and falling gently as your boyfriend just lays there and breathes, eyes fixed on you as if he were committing you to memory, and the look in his eyes draws you back to your shared bed

-because five more minutes really couldn't hurt, not when they're spent with him <33

𓆩♡𓆪 GEPARD

-this man

-dhfjjrjghehfjejcjsjcjhdfh

-as much as i want him to be the most amazing perfect boyfriend ever

-i feel like that would take some time to develop in the relationship

-he is a younger sibling after all

-and while he's sweet and receptive and always remembers the smallest details of what you mentioned to him in passing

-he can also be stubborn and a bit clueless at times

-cut the man some slack it's his first relationship and he's trying his best

-between being captain of the silvermane guards and just... life in general, the man has never really had the opportunity to let loose or explore his feelings

-you two probably meet through serval. you work in her shop and one day gepard comes in because he needs something repaired and he sees you at the counter and that's it game over he's imagining your entire life together

-and like any older sibling would serval would very quickly figure out the blatant crush that gepard has on you and then teases the living hell out of him for it

-she keeps orchestrating little scenarios that end up with you and gepard in close proximity with each other

-and even though he's mad at his sister, he has to admit that it's nice to spend time with you

-but i think the final push is one night where serval manages to convince you and gepard to tag along with her to a new bar that has opened

-personally i hc that gepard is an absolute lightweight and the man cannot hold his tongue when he isn't sober

-and once the alcohol flush reaches his face it's game over

-serval ever so conveniently slips off to buy herself another drink

-which was five minutes ago, and she's nowhere in sight

-and gepard just starts talking to fill the gap

-and then he can't stop talking and oh he's confessed and then you're smiling and telling him you've been waiting for him to make a move

-and in the span of 5 minutes gepard's gone and got himself a significant other

-and YES now for the actual relationship hcs lmao 💀

-so YEAH

-gepard is head over heels whipped crazy for you

-but he's also emotionally constipated

-probably goes rigid if you hold his hand in public

-takes a while for him to get used to physical affection

-but once he does the man is all over u

-i think he likes to play with your fingers i think

-and then kiss them each individually

-and then lace his fingers with yours and hold it close to his chest

-and then stay like that as he drifts off to sleep next to you

-sob

-he's probably kinda goofy once he comes out of his shell

-like he probably talks to inanimate objects LMAO

-and he hums and sings under his breath ofc

-so it's really cute in the early mornings when he wakes up a bit before you have to, and he's moving around getting ready while still half asleep and your eyes are still closed but you can hear him humming a song he recently heard as he brushes his teeth

-AUGH

-i need him

-and then he will ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS drop back down next to you in bed before he has to go and do his guard duties

-and press the sweetest gentlest kiss to your forehead

-then your cheeks and nose and chin

-before finally your lips

-and he tells you to have a good day and that he loves you and he'll see you soon

-screaming rn i take it back he's perfect

𓆩♡𓆪 SAMPO

-DEF THE MOST FUN GUY TO DATE EVER

-super spontaneous for sure

-quick day trip to belobog with your boyfriend who's a wanted criminal ❤️

-idc if he's canonically a scammer this man will never lie to u (bc he's whipped as hell and he loves u ok)

-he uses the money from scamming ppl to buy gifts for you LMAO

-and even though the man has a silver tongue and he gets all melodramatic as part of his travelling salesman act

-when you're alone and in private his walls will come down and he'll just look at you with lovestruck eyes and tell you how beautiful or handsome you are with no games

-or just say nothing at all and bask in your presence

-i think he def needs someone who matches his energy

-like he's trying to sell someone a product and he shoots you a look and you come over and play the part of anither interested buyer to get them to buy it

-absolutely lethal duo

-and i feel like because he's so fun he would be really good with kids

-so if you ever need help babysitting a younger sibling or cousin

-he would be the #1 call for backup fr

-by the end of the night ur cousin likes HIM more than you (the audacity) and is calling him uncle sampo :((

-he would so tease you

-it's his love language <3

-but if you want to get back at him

-yk those slutty little cutouts he has in his shirt at the hip?

-yeah just tickle him there and he will fold immediately

-he probably has like this rlly ridiculous laugh that only cones out then or something

-and you're probably the only person who's ever heard it

-hmmm what else

-sampo probably has a bit of a possessive streak too

-tries to maintain his cool facade but someone else tries to flirt with you?

-his eye is twitching and he's by your side immediately, hand around your waist and a cold glare directed at whoever was dumb enough to try

-mans probably spoils you rotten LMAO

-would definitely pick a pretty flower every time he sees one to bring back and give to you

-you have a collection of pressed flowers from him at this point

-10/10 amazing boyfie <3

୨♡୧ honkai star rail masterlist

[catcze]

oh btw i know that a werewolf is a pretty obvious pick for your newest man but he does look like he'd make for a great vampire who has to actively resist the urge to feed on you because "your blood is... so sweet... and you're so... enticing... just a taste, please..."

or not! who knows ehe <3

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

「 CWS : 」 A little suggestive due to the intimate nature of blood drinking, but nothing sexual or even leading up to any sexual activity happens. That being said, if ur bothered by Wrio finding the reader tasting delicious + Reader enjoying being drank from a lot, maybe dont read;;; this is 2k words of non-sexual intimacy and love and trust !!

I have a confession;;;; I really really really love the vampire x human trope,,,,,, even just a teeny tiny bit more than I do the werewolf x human trope,,,, so,,,,, SO,,,,,,,,,, vamp! Wrio is setting all kinds of good signals off in my brain rn;;;;;;; i have;;;;;; many;;;;; many thoughts;;;; ON MY HANDS AND KNEES DONT LET THIS FLOP PLS 💔💔💔

You're on his lap. Wriothesley's on his chair, hands practically clawing into the armrests. You wouldn't be surprised if he'd rip it. His eyes don't know where to look— they flit around every inch of his office, avoiding your own. But they always end up glancing back at your neck no matter how much he tries to pry them away.

He gulps.

"You're hungry."

"I'm not," he immediately denies, ignoring the way his fangs ache at just being able to smell your blood so close.

You frown. "You haven't eaten in a week, Wrio."

"I have—"

"Animal blood doesn't count. That shit can only work for so long, and you know it."

He swallows, hands clenching even tighter, nails digging into leather armrests. He looks away from you, rendered silent.

You watch him as how he tries to ignore you. Delicately, you place a hand on his cheek, urging his eyes back to meet yours.

"Why don't you just ask me?" You murmur. "You know I'd say yes. You know I'd do anything for you."

His face twists. "That's the problem," Wriothesley says bitterly, teeth clenched. Even from here, from the limited view you have past the curl of his lip, you see how his sharp fangs gleam. "I— if I drink from you, I won't want anything else. Ever. I already have a hard enough time just being around you, but if i get even just a taste..." he trails off, swallowing. "You're all I'm going to crave, sweetheart."

Wriothesley expects you to pause or hesitate. Maybe even extract yourself from him. He wouldn't blame you. Ever since the first time his thoughts betrayed him and he wondered what you'd taste like on his tongue (honey and nectar and heaven and ambrosia, all in one) he's been so careful to hide how he hungers for you, lest you think he's a monster who'd hurt you for his own gain.

In an ideal world, you never would have had to see him like this— starving, thirsting. Every single cell in his body urging him to get on his knees and beg you for just a taste. He'd get the fear and the apprehension, even though it'd crack a little piece of his cold, unbeating heart.

But you just roll your eyes and unbutton the collar of your shirt. leaning down so the side of your neck is right within his sight. His mouth dries as the thump of your pulse comes ever closer, freezing him in place.

"You're not going to hurt me," you say, conviction in your voice. You inch closer.

Wriothesley feels another part of his self restraint collapse.

Against his better judgement, he's actually thinking about it now. He crumbled so fast that it might be a little pathetic, he knows. Maybe his mind is addled from the hunger, maybe he's addled by his hunger for you, but he knows that he's fraying with every millisecond that you spend so close.

"No, not— not there," He protests quietly, even though he's itching to reach out and sink his teeth into your pulse. Fuck, you smell delicious up close. He's damn near losing his mind here, the object of his love and the greatest temptation to his gluttony practically sitting on his lap, offering up something that he's craved for so long. Still, he gathers what bits and pieces of his restraint that he can and manages to gently nudge you back, just enough that he can think without being driven mad by the idea of his mouth on your neck.

The protest is already ready on your tongue, but he takes a gentle hold of your wrist instead, pressing a kiss to the tips of each finger. His thumb rubs gentle circles into the skin, and the pulse under his fingers makes the emptiness in his stomach increases tenfold.

"Here," he tells you. "It'll be easier to push me away if you need to."

You say nod, pushing your wrist closer to his mouth. "Drink up," you tell him. He pushes away his hesitation, and with one last lingering kiss, he presses his mouth to your wrist and bites.

And fuck, he was right.

Heaven and sunlight and euphoria bursts on his tongue, making his brain practically short circuit. Wriothesley concludes then and there that compared to you, anything and everything else he's ever tasted was bland in comparison. He can barely even attempt to describe it— with each drop you willingly give, his hunger is both sated and amplified. A sound escapes him, a mix between a groan and a whimper muffled into your skin.

When you hum, warm fingers carding through his hair and urging him to take more, he feels like he ascends. Acting on instinct, his arm snakes around your middle to hold you in place— to keep you close. His grip on you is firm, but he's careful not to dig his fingers too hard into your skin.

And as much as this is affecting him, it's affecting you too. Your head grows light in the best way possible, like you're experiencing a euphoric high. You scratch a bit harder at his scalp, pulling a desperate noise from his lips that makes you tremble in his hold. You'll sit here for as long as he needs to feel better, for as long as he needs you.

Quicker than you would have wanted, Wriothesley reluctantly pulls away. By then the color's only just started to come back to his face and he's panting like he's been on a brisk jog. He looks much less sickly, yes, but you observe with a frown that he's still not quite yet at tip-top shape.

Hesitantly, almost reverently, he presses a kiss to the wound on your wrist, then gives the smallest of licks. it tingles, but after a moment the sting of it fades to a dull throb, and then nothing. But before he can push you off, you're leaning down again, same position as before, with your neck in his line of view. An open invitation.

"You need to drink more," you murmur. You try to ignore the rush of blood in your face, the tingle in your core. For as much as he was scared of getting addicted to you, you fear now you're getting addicted to him, too.

"I shouldn't," Wriothesley says, barely above a whisper.

He should push you off— should let you rest. Should wrap you in his coat and get you some water and a snack after you've already let him drink so much of you.

It had been hard enough to resist earlier, but now? Your blood is pumping so hard he can practically hear it. And you taste so sweet. You had made the slightest of noises when he fed on you— he doubts you even realized it, what with the haze you were in. Just the smallest of whines when he drank from your wrist, but each breathy sigh and whisper of his name was enough to make him crave more.

A small, traitorous corner of his mind wonders if you'd be even more vocal with his teeth on your neck.

He swallows, knowing he's already fighting a losing battle. He's so, so weak for you. His one arm doesn't budge from around your waist, but his hand moves up to cup your cheek. He drags your eyes to meet his, and you can see the seriousness amidst the hunger.

"You tell me if anything hurts." Wriothesley's arm around you tightens almost imperceptibly. "Anything. Please."

You hum, happy, nuzzling closer into the cradle of his grip. "Okay. I know you'll stop if I ask." And oh the faith you have in him has heat pooling in his gut and a foreign pressure grow behind his eyes.

His voice is hoarse he says, "Yeah sweetheart. Of course I will."

He comes close and you shift your head, giving him more space to work. First thing he does isn't even bite— he buries his nose in the crook of your neck, decorating your skin with kisses and licks and nips, delighting in the small protest of 'that tickles!' that he elicits from you.

You let him shower you in affection a little bit more, but eventually your hand works into his hair, tugging. "Okay, no more stalling," you say, breathless. "C'mon, time to eat."

And he's still nervous of taking too much— can feel his stomach roil at just the thought of hurting you, but he trusts you. Trusts you as much as you trust him, too. So he takes another deep breath, presses one last tender kiss to your skin, and sinks his teeth into your neck.

A small whisper of him name escapes our throat just as a groan leaves him because fuck— you taste even better. Flavor multiplied times what feels like a hundred, making his cold cold heart do flips and tricks in his chest. The hand you bury in his hair tugs, pulls, but brings him closer instead of away. You push him further into you, begging him to take more, and he happily obliges.

Wriothesley presses kisses and licks to your neck between drinking down mouthfuls, making sure not to waste a single drop. He's pulling you against his chest so tightly— hand bunched in the back of your top that you fear he might rip the fabric, but you decide that you don't really care if he does.

With each drink he takes, each satisfied, muffled noise that leaves him, you feel yourself melt more and more against him until you're boneless in his hold. Despite how he drinks as if it's his last, he still has the good mind to shift you a bit higher in his lap, to make sure he's holding you comfortably. His hand rubs soothing circles into your hip, and he tries to recline back into his seat as much as he can so you can lean into him.

Your heart pounds even harder, the blood rushing to your ears, and you think he feels it with the way his hunger seems to double.

Your eyes are half-lidded, gaze hazy and growing sleepy with each progressive second. But it doesn't hurt in the slightest. You feel warm, if anything— warm and happy that you were able to help him, and make sure he's well.

He's slowing a little. His hunger finally abating and making way for something more tender and soft. You scratch his scalp lovingly and lean your head against his. A sweet, sleepy kiss pressed to his temple makes his pace falter.

Wriothesley soon separates himself from your neck, pressing a kiss and a kitten lick to your newest wound. Like the one on your wrist, it tingles for just a bit before any stinging or pain vanishes entirely.

"Hey baby," he murmurs, pulling away slightly to look at your face, but making sure his arm is still wrapped around you. To keep you steady, to remind you that he's here. He smiles a little at your happy, dazed expression, but even now you can see the lingering worry. "You with me?"

You respond with a hum, nodding as best as you can. "Yeah. 'm okay."

Wriothesley laughs a little, watching you stumble over your words. He lets you fall flat against his chest with you head hanging on his shoulder and cradles you against him. One hand goes to twine your fingers with his, desperate to hold you as much as he can, and the other snugly tucks your head under his chin. In his embrace, you feel the beat of your heart gradually slow back to a calm. It leaves you boneless and tired, the crash of it all finally hitting you and making your eyelids flutter.

"That's good." You can feel the rumble of his voice in his chest. "Did anything hurt at all, honey?"

You shake your head. Too tired to look up at him, so you squeeze his hand instead. A kiss is pressed to the apple of his throat. "Nothing. I'm just tired, 's all. I'm fine."

He holds you closer, the lump in his throat making it hard to speak. "Yeah. Yeah, that's good. Thank you, my love. Let's get you something to eat and drink, then we sleep— how does that sound?"

You just hum your agreement, limbs feeling heavier and heavier with each passing second. Wriothesley places a kiss to the crown of your head. With utmost gentleness, he cradles you in his arms as he stands, trying not to jostle you as he makes his way out of the room.

"I love you, sweetheart," he murmurs, heart growing three sizes in his chest, arms full of the most precious thing in his world.

You bury yourself further into him. "Love you more, Wrio."

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[kyomaakuma7]

Hehe, just here to tell ya, aside from ur amazing and admirable art-- I REALLY REALLY LOVE YOUR KYOMA X CUPHEAD SHIP!! /verypos Theyre just so cussing adorable and sweet its gonna give me diabetes!/lh i really love seeing ur sona x canon ship :DD

Have a good day/night! ^v^

-purple anon

Hello Purple Anon!! Sorry but im about to make ur sweet tooth worse XD

I really appreciate your words of kindness, it makes me so happy and giddy to hear people like Kyo X Cuphead just as much as I do!!

Comments like these are making me wanna draw Cuphead and Kyo all the time… I have so many mini short chibi comics of them, maybe if enough people ask I’ll share em <3

[aereasrage]

Notes on The Favorite

summary: a little more insight into the relationships princess reader holds with her family (when ur circle small but all yall crazy). (links: part 1 /part 2/part 3)

cw: platonic!yan, allusions to religion, cheating, open relationships, mentions of pregnancy, crazy is running through this family like the tomb raider, baela and jace saw you from across the bar and liked your vibe

notes: everyone in this family is like save me princess reader princess reader save me

Helaena is often regarded as simple but she knows her family well. She is well aware of her mother’s preference for you but she doesn’t mind. At least it isn’t Aegon. You’re actually kind to her, she knows her words sometimes go over your head but you listen patiently with a smile. And though her children love her, it is sometimes overwhelming to care for them so you often offer to mind them for her while she has some time alone. Helaena doesn’t just enjoy being alone, she requires it and ever since she’s been wed it seems as though it is forbidden for her to simply be alone. She appreciates you for simply knowing what lines to tread lightly across, for never making her have to reject you and your touch. She’s more willing to accept your touch, it feels careful, intended for her rather than for yourself. It feels truthful to your heart.

When you were pregnant with your third child, she gave you an emerald beetle brooch and she embroidered a cap for the baby with little lady bugs. She seemed to be enamored with the child even before her birth, in a way she hadn’t been with her own children. It made her smile to rub your belly and speak to her niece. “Did you know that a beetle’s shell shines many colors under the sun? Sometimes even I cannot be certain which is true. It can only be supposed for some time, at least. It is much like our fate…to be pulled into different lights, made to show the colors others want to see,” she murmured as she felt the kicks of your daughter in your womb. Her words sent a shiver down your spine. Although Helaena was the sibling whose company you’d now enjoyed the most, it was sometimes a bit eerie to be with her when she was in such a state of preoccupation. Even so, you were glad she seemed so interested in her little niece. She was better with your children than her own, it wasn’t her fault, it was just that sometimes it was difficult to see her own children. To know that their sorrows, their little lives were hers was frightening, it was too confronting.

It was easier to look to you. Alicent had always held you as an example for her and even though she had long since given up thinking her eldest daughter would learn to behave like you, Helaena had never stopped wanting to emulate the way you navigated the world. Even though you were the little sister, you had an ease about you that never came to her. Such a thing as being a princess came easily to you, she had understood the difference between you two from day one. When anxiety rattled her system as she carried her first child, she looked to you and thought that if her little sister could be well even married to Aegon, even after giving him a son, she would too. She had been relieved that you had married first, to give her some direction, your mother was really no example in her case.

Once when you two were small, she had woken from a dream and went to your chambers but as she stood outside the door, she heard your mother’s voice and paused. She felt an indelible urge to eavesdrop though she never had before, she wanted to witness this moment, one stolen between her mother and sister. One she was not meant to be part of. She eased the door open slightly to peer in. She had not broken the moment. You two were at the vanity, Alicent behind you, brushing your hair gently, cooing such flattery. Helaena had thought to envy you but truly, she wished to be so close to you as your mother was. She wished to soothe you as your elder sister and say the right things to make you smile instead of leaning on you so heavily. That moment made her feel so ashamed of sneaking off to your bedroom to curl her body around yours for comfort from her horrid dreams. How small you were next to your mother, how young you behaved. Was she forcing you to grow up just for her sake?

You and Aemond seemed years older than her, from her point of view. She was only just coming to understand what she’d already seen before. She was just coming to understand the world and how her cryptic dreams fit into it. She had only been vaguely troubled by her dreams before, only so much so that listening to her baby sister breathe would soothe her back into sleep. She was wrong to be so calm then, even so, she felt wrong to be so overly anxious now. She didn’t know what to feel. Sometimes she was like a newborn, red all over and crying from the rush of sensation all at once. She turned to Aemond for protection, to you for guidance. You were her only template, when she felt the fear rising up in her, she need only turn to you and mimic as best she could.

In contrast, Aemond was a little guard dog for your sake. What Criston was to his mother, he’d be for you, he’d long ago decided. When your egg hatched and his didn’t, he was humiliated. Before you, he only wished to appear strong and capable and he’d even been undermined by Aegon’s egg hatching, the sibling he deemed least worthy. How were you to take him seriously? How were you to believe he could protect you from Aegon— from anyone? Part of the reason he was so desperate to claim a dragon was to show off to you. To appeal to you. Back when he thought he’d marry you, he had even thought doing so would make you think more of him as your future husband. Obviously, it hadn’t happened that way and Aemond was silently crushed. Yet another bitter reminder that the order in which Aegon and himself had been born superseded everything else.

Something strange began to happen inside his mind as soon as you were wed to Aegon, it was as though you became a lady from a song. You were out of reach, permanently, you’d become his brother’s queen. More than flesh, you were now almost mythical to him and more than that, dealt a tragic fate and needing of protection as your mother had been. A saint-like figure for him to ground himself in all his violent, envious thoughts on. Keeping his sword for you made him feel better than he was, it turned his yearning for bloodshed into something like honor. For any drop of blood spilled in your name had to be the highest will of the Warrior. Someday, the realm would tell your name in stories alongside his. He would be remembered as the knight who so loved his sister, so protected her that he became a standard of devotion and love. You were like your mother in purer form, devoid of her violence, of her envy, of her malice and sadness. He longed to protect that version of you. He longed for you to look to him as your protector. It would be something, at least. If he was always fated to covet his brother’s bride, it would do nicely for you to save a place in your heart for him.

Criston was as much of a father to you as he could be without risking too much. Indeed, he was the perfect father for you, one that would not disturb you and your mother. He could spare you kind words, a story or two, his arm when you rose from your seat tipsy on wine after a feast. In private, when you were in your mother’s chambers, he’d tolerate all sorts of silly behavior from you with infinite patience that he lacked with others. He was not just slack about caring what you did, he simply enjoyed you too much to be upset at you even when you had a bit of fun at his expense. You enjoyed unearthing his unbridled care for you by pretending to be hurt, even more so because no matter how many times you did it, he always believed you. Even when he got upset at you for pretending to fall or cut yourself on something and pouted, he was just as susceptible to falling for it again simply because if there was half the chance you were hurt, it was worth looking foolish.

Criston was easy to fluster, it was cute of him. Fun was in short supply in your life and you appreciated him allowing you to make a fool of him every now and again. He understood what you meant to Alicent and that in and of itself required him to care for you more but he himself harbored a certain care for you as well which was separate from her. He was overprotective of you, in a way that could come across as condescending were it not from his lips; “Princess, I beg you not run, you must walk carefully and be careful not to hurt yourself.” When you were pregnant with Aemon, it was; “Princess, I beg you not exert yourself, I wish that you would call on me when I am needed,” when all you were doing was walking down the stairs, “Princess, it is unwise to eat as little as you do,” when all you had done was say you weren’t hungry after spoiling your dinner with sweets. When you were little it was him scolding Aemond for taking you by the arm and tugging you about the keep to go play. “My prince,” he’d said sternly, stepping in front of the two of you. “The princess is but small, I do not believe my prince wishes to see her harmed. You must not handle her so roughly.” Most recently, it was; “My princess, I beg you not to move with so much vigor while with child, you must preserve your health as best you can.” Gods bless his heart.

For Jace, his love for you seemed primordial, the touchstone of his life. His memory of you went back further than his memory of realizing he was different. He gravitated toward you even as the years went by, unable to simply forget what it was like to just be children together. If ever there were anything to make him feel as though he wanted to stay in the keep, it was you. Before your eyes, he’d show no insecurity, admit no uncertainty as to his place. In doing so, he feared he would lose you. As long as he held himself as a prince, perhaps he would be worthy to wed his aunt, the princess. Your affirmation of him was something that held him together even in the face of the most egregious mistreatment. Even as whispers caught on the wind, he kept his mind trained on you, on the first time you ever admitted — alone in the dragonpit, that you wished to wed him and be his queen. He would have you for his queen, he decided long ago. He had not forgotten. And he had oft thought of what would become of whichever man your mother tried to foist you off on.

All men endeavor to find their gods on earth, Jace was no different— except that instead of finding them in service to greater purpose, he found divinity through serving you. He dreamt of having the strength to reach out and truly take in hand what he had wanted all along. You were dreamy, in love with the songs of brave knights, ever anxious, ever seeking a perfect love and protection that none of your potential suitors would ever give to you. He was born to be that gallant knight for your sake, to take up his sword and anoint himself to you. You were as the living embodiment of a fertility goddess to him, a goddess of abundance and pleasure. Some divine will, he thought, brought him to your feet. He would not be convinced that his place was not at your side. Even if you demanded sacrifice as all goddesses do. Let blood be spilled for your sake, if it was the price of a man to seduce a deity. To him, the war between houses would be a holy war, a war of faith. If he could vanquish all the hands that sought to separate you, hurt you, hurt him and his mother; only then he would be worthy. Only then would the pain be turned to virtue.

You once asked him why he was so trusting of you, why he was so willing to give you his complete devotion. He hadn’t known how to answer at the time in a way which would not reveal his madness to you. He had been born with a sword hanging over his head, born with a cross to bear with him from the moment he was conscious of himself but when he was in your presence, a divine fervor came over him. A ritual madness bloomed in his heart that felt to him as he thought kneeling to pray in the sept should. It was only when he saw you that he was reminded that the gods bless even the morbid in their own strange ways. You were the reason he understood why some devout of the faith were called to self flagellate. There was a divinity in pain, too. He found it in his yearning for you.

He participated in a tourney for your name day once, it had left him with a broken rib but he’d fought hard to be able to name you queen of love and beauty. Truthfully, he had not even noticed the near black bruising of his skin until he was out of your sight. And even then, he’d delayed sending for a maester because you’d followed him back to his chambers to look after him. That was where it begun, the crux of your divine affair. The carnal part of it, anyway. In his lap, his armor spattered with blood and a sharp pain singing through his body, you took his face into your forgiving hands and kissed him timidly. His eyes were reverent as they looked up at you. His breath had sped up, desperate, near hyperventilating as you pulled away. He was aching but he was in ecstasy as well. Trying to savor the moment between you two despite his disbelief, his agony and his hunger for more and ever more. That was the way in which he became a man, in his pain, his restraint and his immense pleasure.

Aegon visited brothels and had countless romps with random women even after your marriage but he never saw it as being untrue, at least he tried not to. He only sought whores who reminded him of you. He only sought whores in the first place because he knew well you were a chaste sort of woman, the kind that your mother had expected you to be and to lust after him was not in your nature no matter your love for him which he believed ran deep. Besides that, he was also somewhat aware of the burden of his needs for affection in general. Your mother already scolded him for how he had stolen much of your time away from your children so that you might comfort and reassure him in his weakness. When he stumbled into your chambers drunk and covered in vomit, you peeled off his clothes and bathed him, washing his body so tenderly that it made him hard. Such a touch, such an affection. He did his best not to push his luck and pressure you into bed but how could he resist not stealing your time as he did? How could he resist trying to make his needs greater than that of your children? Still, he at least tried not to do anything to lose your affection completely like treating you as a whore. You were his sister-wife, the things whores that did, exerting themselves trying to keep up with his desires, he understood that it was not the work of a princess. It was not for you to give more of yourself than you already had (though he’d gladly have all of you were it not for his mother’s voice stuck in his head) nor to debase yourself like a peasant girl might for a few coins. So he vented his sexual desires onto ‘lesser women’ who should have no qualms about lowering themselves to his desires. Your mother would surely have had something to say about it if he did keep you in bed as often as he sought to, anyway.

Baela, having seen her betrothed name another woman Queen of Love and Beauty, should have been devastated or otherwise furious. If she were a conventional lady with a conventional lord husband, she surely would be. But she and Jace shared an understanding that was beyond the comprehension of the traditional gentry of Westeros. She had no cause to be possessive of Jace, she had no desire for him to do the same for her. Jace had wanted to be betrothed to you first and Baela was not unaware of this but that was not to say he resented her for what could not be nor that he cared to punish her for not being you. After becoming siblings sharing the burden of their losses, the two shared a love and connection different than that of most betrothed couples, a love hewn in sorrow and in growth— they never restricted each other, never suspected or accused because they had grown parallel to each other in all the years of tragedy after tragedy. They each knew what the other was, what they saw of the world and what they wanted from it. They would not bar each other from pleasure nor from love, not from each other and not from potential others either just so long as the two of them remembered each other as future man and wife. They were the only ones who understood the profound loneliness that had been born inside both of them, the restlessness and the helplessness. They could not deny each other, not when they were each other’s grounding forces in a world that changed so dramatically each moment in tragedy. It had been that way since the day they first joined hands before Daemon and Rhaenyra.

Baela had been seen as a scandalous lady who’d loved many girls and many boys and been free to do so by her father’s leave. Perhaps to the lords of the realm it didn’t make sense that such could be the case while she also loved Jace with all of her heart but the fact remained. Thus, she had been the first to recognize Jace’s feelings for you, he had not hid them from her as she had never hid anything from her. She knew he loved the green princess. She didn’t take that personally, nor was she jealous not even when she grew into a young lady and began to understand what it entailed. After all, she had perhaps a keener eye for women than even he. Perhaps if she’d been close enough to you, she’d have had you around her fingers like she’d been with ladies in the past. She knew from experience that the demure kind such as you were the most delightful on the tongue. The only thing which concerned her was the inherent political risk you carried as Alicent’s precious daughter who went almost nowhere without her— which she made clear to Jace. “If you’re going to fuck her, make sure you’re certain she has loyalty to you— to us,” she’d told him and she was pleased that he’d listened. It wouldn’t do for the Queen to have more reason to insist violence on him. When you gave birth to brown haired children which were obviously Jace’s, it served as proof of how tightly wound everyone was around your little finger, for no one said a word about bastardy. You kept your reputation squeaky clean somehow and that eased Baela’s fears somewhat but still there was the urgency to have you at their side for the certainty of her betrothed’s children, the need to have more certainty of your loyalty that didn’t come from being utterly enamored with Jace’s cock…and even still there was the underlying need to experience you herself. Many a night, Jace had slipped into her chambers and regaled her, as she demanded, with the details of how you tasted and felt to him as his cock pressed up against her clothed cunt in a slow rhythm of strokes and a desperation for the delicious friction that made her clit throb under her small clothes.

It was a delicate balance of caution and desire. She hadn’t minded you having Jace’s children on a personal level, (she cared little for the thought of going to her birthing bed so quickly and likely her children with Jace would be wed to yours) so much as a practical one as it presented an obvious dilemma even with the acceptance of everyone in the keep. The fact that these children were considered Aegon’s posed a great obstacle. She might have faulted Jace for who he chose to fall for but she knew better, life had denied them much comfort, exploration and pleasure. Jace had not denied her curiosities, her tests of pleasures and plays for the love of foolish boys and girls. But she also knew just as well as Jace did that tensions were being built around them all the time and had been since they were but small. She had faith that the opportunity to solve the problem would present itself. Aegon would die, soon or late but probably soon. And then, you’d be taken to wife along with Baela like the conquerers. If they were lucky, his and the rest of the greens’ hubris would do them in without interference, if not…she and Jace were both no stranger to the heft of a sword.

[good-vs-evo]

saw some ppl on tiktok getting SO PRESSED about polycules and relationships other than hualian and that was kind of funny so i needed to make and explain my relationship chart

i’d love to explain to them (as a polyam person myself >:3) that love is not a limited commodity and hua cheng falling for yin yu doesn’t mean he suddenly doesn’t care about xie lian at all but i fear that would be lost on them HAHA

also if you… don’t wanna see that kinda stuff… just don’t look at it… don’t hate on people who do… life would be easier for everyone… but moving on

i debated splitting yin yu x he xuan x hua cheng from the moon quartet then decided against it because it was getting waaaay too chaotic

rip to quan yizhen, either he has no manhua art or i couldn’t find it (i haven’t read the manhua yet ffjhshd)

uhhh i got a lot of inspo abt huayin from @devotedbutterfly’s tiktoks and stuff (sorry for going thru like all of ur stuff and generally being a demon on ur tiktok and tumblr ahsjdj) and xuanyin/blackmoon stuff from @ghooostbaby so. yes their stuff is very cool :]

anyways-

first chart is different explanations for everyone’s relationship with one another

the second is me trying to simplify them into categories

BUT i’ll explain this a lotttt better in text

quanyin

uh. this one feels self explanatory

hualian

if i have to explain this one it’s over

fengqing

same as the first two LMAO

xianle trio

yes, i had to break the trio and quartet into different categories

mulian: mu qing always admired xie lian for his self-assuredness, strength, and also beauty. he was a bit jealous of him for a long time, but they were able to talk about it and they both forgave each other for everything that happened in the past. he's had a crush on him since the beginning, but was bad at showing it. xie lian thought mu qing was pretty and a very interesting person; when he got older, he regretted not spending more time getting to know him, so he makes up for it later on in life! he loves when mu qing is softer and shy and more vulnerable than he is usually, and loves how mu qing is a good listener and is pretty emotionally intelligent.

fengqing: well. you get the idea

fenglian: feng xin was always loyal, the first person to have fallen in love with xie lian, and dianxia’s first kiss. he would’ve never left xie lian if xie lian hadn’t told him to. he respected xie lian a lot. xie lian loved how much feng xin cared, and felt immensely guilty about being unable to give him anything more. when they reunite, he showers feng xin with gifts and words of affirmation (he got better at expressing his emotions) and they spend a lot of time together

xianle quartet

all the other ones stay the same, so i’ll just explain the two new ones

huaqing: they were once stuck together and had to talk just out of boredom. they bickered a little but the more they talked the more they realized that there was more to the other. mu qing feels genuinely bad about what he did to hua cheng. he has a hard time apologizing but he tried his best to express his remorse, and hua cheng was pretty shocked (previously thought mu qing was a bit of an asshole) and, since mu qing was being sincere, decided to accept his apology. they hit some rough patches now and then, but xie lian and feng xin help them through it. they realized they’re pretty similar, and team up to stir up trouble with people they don’t like sometimes!

huaxin: feng xin was jealous of hua cheng because he was the one who won xie lian’s heart after 800 years and was really happy when he found out that xie lian liked him too. he admires that hua cheng was strong enough to help xie lian so many times. he also likes that hua cheng is a little cocky sometimes (read: very often), and finds hua cheng very good looking. hua cheng was jealous of feng xin for being the first person to be that close to xie lian, but appreciates how loyal he was throughout everything that happened and finds him pretty cool. he likes the way feng xin curses a lot when he’s pissed (finds it endearing)

huayin

ONE OF MY PERSONAL FAVES!!!

yin yu fell first, because hua cheng was so fascinatingly determined and also like the prettiest person he’s ever met. he was intimidating, but could be quite kind, as he was to yin yu when they broke past the employee/employer relationship and became closer

hua cheng began to notice the way yin yu came off as so meek and unnoticeable, but had a kind of poised anger and strength beneath all of that. he trusted yin yu with a lot of more important tasks, paid him well, and considered him as more of a right hand man or partner in crime than a henchman, then eventually as just a partner

e’ming also likes yin yu, and trusts him to take care of it

hua cheng finds it endearing when yin yu gets protective of him (both of them know hua cheng is perfectly capable, but hua cheng finds it sweet regardless)

yin yu cheered hua cheng on a lot with xie lian and patiently listened to everything hua cheng had to say about him

huayinlian/hualianyu

ANOTHER PERSONAL FAVE

ppl keep being like “oh but hua cheng would never cheat on xie lian” HOW IS THAT CHEATING! GOOD LORD! HUA CHENG STILL LOVES XIE LIAN, BUT HAS ALSO DEVELOPED FEELINGS FOR THE PERSON HE SPENT THE MOST AMOUNT OF TIME WITH

i digress

yin yu fell for xie lian because he heard about him all the time. how could you spend so much time hearing about how wonderful, kind, gracious, and amazing someone is without catching feelings a little? additionally, hua cheng allowed yin yu to visit xie lian’s temple and leave offerings, trusting him to be genuine in his actions. yin yu saw some of the paintings and sculptures of xie lian and found him beautiful. he knows a lot about xie lian's life, and truly wants him to find peace and happiness

xie lian loves how devoted yin yu was to hua cheng and how much he helped him. he knows those years were hard for hua cheng, and he’s glad that he had a companion (contrary to what people say about “cheating”, xie lian is incredibly happy that hua cheng managed to find love while he was waiting). i know yin yu is canonically “plain”, but xie lian loves him and thinks he’s very handsome :) he gives him a lot of compliments and words of affirmation

blackmoon (yinxuan)

taking a moment to appreciate that very awesome ship name

yin yu thought he xuan was terrifying and intense, only to discover that. he’s just a guy (/pos). but he does have a lot going on! he has urges and a complex history and emotions he doesn’t show to a lot of people and plans within plans and is generally such an interesting person with so many layers to him. beneath a lot of those layers is a guy who’s kind and smart and would’ve stayed kind and smart if his life wasn’t utterly ruined

he xuan initially thought yin yu was just kind of pathetic, but learned more about him and started to like him more. he finds his passion really attractive, loves how genuinely sweet, kind, and gentle he is as well as how harsh, cruel, and unrelenting he can be. he treats he xuan well and makes him feel human and real and knows when to leave him alone and knows when he wants attention and cooks for him and-

they feel seen around each other, having experienced similar things (such as having their destiny “stolen” in different ways though) and have experienced suffering in such a firsthand way. they’re ready to just chill together now :)

moon quartet (hua cheng, xie lian, he xuan, and yin yu)

xie lian finds he xuan cool, doesn’t have too many thoughts about him. he xuan thinks xie lian is cute and also mildly terrifying (i’m definitely editing this later on, i just don’t have a lot of thoughts about them yet)

hua cheng and he xuan have been close for a long time, helping each other out with ghost king business. hua cheng let he xuan relax and chill at ghost city when he needed to, and he xuan kept a close eye on the heavenly capital, so they met often and bonded. they’re both motivated by something and are incredibly passionate about that thing, so they mutually admire the other’s drive and courage

i have the least for them so far, but i just think they’d be sweet together :] they’d all help each other heal and be able to talk to each other. they’d love each other a lot and take care of one another when they need it and be there when someone needs someone :3 idk they’re so traumatized and deserve to recover from that i’ll form more thoughts i swear

ANYWAYS. that’s it for now i’m def gonna write stuff for all of these ships :0 they’re all very special to me 💖 i might add them to my 30 day fluff challenge :3 cuz they all deserve some nice fluff! (ill also keep updating + editing! feel free to ask me to explain relationships more, id love to <3)

[ikinremu]

i need more thomas shelby w/ bimbo reader ur dumbification fic was AMAZING!!!!!!

Hi anon!! Thank you so much, this is so so sweet I really appreciate it :) Thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy! <3

Take Care Of You

Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader

! Smut Warning !

Tags: Dumbification, P in V, Degrading, Praise, Tit Sucking

"C'mon, fuck.. take it for me.." Tommy encouraged, a rather loud, throaty groan escaping his lips as he slid with great ease within the drenched heat of your cunt.

"M-Mhm.." You nodded very near desperately, heavy lids flitting together as his length breached your entrance.

Tommy chuckled lowly, his large, callous hands sporting an eager grip upon your hips, your back pressed firmly to the support of the wall behind you.

"My pretty fuckin' whore, eh?" He uttered, finally planting his first thrust, bare, skilful hips bucking against yours. Your calves clung to the small of his back, tightly wrapping his pelvis as your position allowed his length to hit deeper.

An intoxicatingly sweet, soft whimper rolled off your tongue, biting down harshly upon your lower lip. His shaft twitched slightly between your sopping folds, the thickness of his tip reaching further with each hungry thrust.

"Fuck," He groaned, "Take me so well, isn't that right?"

Tommy's pale, increasingly flushed skin smacked with your own, your breasts displaying soft movements as your desperate bodies rocked against one and other. Entirely overwhelmed by pleasure, your mouth didn't permit a response.

He chuckled once again, offering the plump of your behind a small, though tender, squeeze. "Just hopeless." He remarked, a gravel like tone to his voice - but still laced with clear amusement, "I get my cock stuffed in that cunt and your head just goes fucking empty, eh?"

His lustful words buzzed in your stomach, Tommy's thrusts quickening rather drastically, the thick, twitching head of his length hitting deeper.

"Fuck.." You murmured, revelling in the sensation of his cock grazing the sensitivity of your g-spot, "P-Please.."

His pinkish lips curved upward, playing a playful smirk, granting the round of your ass another gentle squeeze, your nude bodies impossibly close as he began tugging your hips against each of his thrusts.

"That's it, let me take care of you." Tommy praised, observing as your wide eyes glossed over. Your parted mouth spilled with somewhat loud, breathy moans, kind hands cupping at the back of his neck, holding him near.

Leaning inward, his head met your naked chest, and he took a single, entirely perked nipple into the warmth of his mouth. Angling his tongue, he flicked teasingly at the peak, adorned with a pleased smirk as you breathed. Releasing the stiff peak with a ‘pop’, he channelled his focus to the other nipple, soon engulfing it in his mouth as he sucked gently.

You trailed a hand upward from the nape of his neck, looping through the dark strands, greedy fingers running through as you clutched helplessly onto him for support - the heated skin of your back pushed against the cool wall.

Your back was brought to an extreme arch, soft breasts almost smothering his face, his ravenous mouth working flawlessly.

“Like it when I fuck you like a dumb whore, hm?” Tommy groaned, a solemn, splayed hand gliding from the swell of your ass and soon round to your neck’s front, offering a mild squeeze as his reddened face raised slowly from your chest.

"Yes, s-so good.." You babbled out, teeth puncturing the slick pillow of your bottom lip, his length tormenting your aching pussy.

Presenting a mock pout as his hips drove mercilessly into your own, he slipped a rough-toned groan, “I know, my cock makes that pretty fuckin’ pussy feel good, eh sweetheart?”

The foggy, heated clouds of his breath caressed your neck, grazing the very angle of your jaw.

"Let me feel you.” He encouraged, "Cum on my fuckin’ cock..”

And you knew he certainly wouldn't relent until you did.

Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed! Please feel free to use the requests/asks feature on my page - it’d be so greatly appreciated!

[philistiniphagottini]

🙂‍↕🙂‍↕ good morning nagi, with ur wuwa requests open please don’t forget to prioritise yourself, and take things at your own pace <3.

with that, i wanted to put in a request and ur welcome to change up the prompts or character 🤗 ‘was thinking maybe prompts 50, 64, 66 with geshu lin + female reader please? or calcharo – whoever you see most fitting. and maybe with slight predator / prey undertones.. there’s just something about putting a big and scary man in his place that... 🤭🤭 thank u nagi, even if u just read this! we love u 🫶😊

Hi, thank you for all the love Anon, I really appreciate your kind words. I am going to do my best with taking things at my own pace and try not to let requests overwhelm me again. But thank you for sending in a wuwa request, I decided to go with Calcharo but I basically know nothing about Geshu Lin and I'm too terrified to even attempt to write him. I hope you enjoy, I had a lot of fun~

Smut Prompts

50 + 64 + 66

cw. smut, light bondage, fem dom, pussy job (i don't like the term but it's the best way to describe what the hell is going on) hand job, female reader, MDNI

“What are you looking at?”

A coy smile curled on your kiss swollen lips in response to Calcharo’s question, his voice rumbling in his chest and vibrating against your fingertips. You leaned further against him, his bare, searing flesh warm under your naked thighs as you sat perched in his lap, knees beside his hips as you rested more of your weight against him. Your eyes roved over his form lay bare beneath you, chin balanced in the upturned palm of your hand as you drank in every intimate detail. Calcharo liked to act like he was unfazed by this encounter, but you knew him well enough to spot the cracks in his facade. 

Dots of sweat beaded on his forehead, long locks of silver hair framing his flushed cheeks as he stared up at you with lidded eyes. The pupils were blown wide with lust, fair lashes fanning over his burning cheeks as his bruised lips parted around soft pants. His fingers knotted in the fine silk binding his wrists to the headboard, nails threatening to start tearing holes in the fabric of the crude tangle keeping him tethered to the bed frame. All it would take was one simple twist of his wrists and he could free himself. But he wouldn’t. Not yet at least. You liked to think that he was secretly enjoying this, completely at the mercy to your every whim and fancy. It’s something that you mused as his achingly hard cock twitched between your supple thighs, the drooling tip resting between the cleft of your arse cheeks as thicks pearls of pre-cum smeared against your boiling skin. 

“I’m looking at you, Calcharo” you replied. “Have I ever mentioned how pretty you are?”

A soft groan stirred in Calcharo’s throat, his cock twitching as the wet head slapped against your skin in impatience. He swallowed the budding saliva on his tongue, Adam’s apple bobbing with an audible gulp. His tongue peeked out between the seam of his lips, wetting the dry and cracked skin as his eyes darted along your body. His hands itched as you pressed your body closer, the soft curves of your body contrasted against the hard planes of muscle sculpted in his body. His hands itched to grab the pillowy softness of your chest and his teeth ached to bite into the soft flesh of your plump thighs. Your intoxicating scent curled deep in his lungs with every shaky breath he took and he could already taste you in the back of his throat. His eyes flickered back up to your face, his mind in a daze as the sight of your sumptuous body sitting atop of him slowly drove every nerve in his body mad with desire. 

“Are you just going to sit there all night? Or are you actually going to do something?” Calcharo grunted, the gruffness of his voice grating against your ears. 

The desperation seeping into the edges of his tone only made the warmth pooling in the pit of your stomach twist tighter. A soft hum bubbled up your throat as you tapped your chin in thought, cocking your head slightly to the side as you regarded the man beneath you.

“Hmm, I wonder~” you teased with a coy smirk.

You drummed your fingers along his chest, feeling his thunderous heartbeat pulsing beneath your fingertips as you traced random patterns into his skin. Various scars littered his torso and you couldn’t contain the curious touch of your hand as you rubbed it along his chest. You could feel him shudder beneath you, a soft pinch forming between his brow as he stuffed his bottom lip between his teeth to contain the sinful noises that tried to crawl out of his throat. Another thoughtful noise rumbled in your chest and with a breathy sigh breezing past your lips, you decided to finally relent. 

“I suppose you’ve been a good boy for me.”

You delighted in the way Calcharo’s cock jumped eagerly between your sticky thighs, his kiss swollen lips released from the grip of his teeth as a soft moan fell from his lips. You traced your fingers along his torso as you lifted your hips, sliding along his body and finding a more suitable position to relax in. Your fingers slid down his abdomen, playfully dipping into the various lip prints etched into his skin, your bright lipstick bleeding into his skin like a small garden of flowers in bloom. A pleasant shiver ripples down your spine as you slide the wet seam of your cunt along Calcharo’s cock, prompting more slick to spill from your core as pearls of your arousal dripped down your quaking thighs. Every hair on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation as you wrapped your hand around the fat head of his cock, fingers struggling to touch around his girth as your slick pussy slid along the length of his shaft. 

You both shared shuddering gasps and heady moans, your combined noises of pleasure filling your stuffy bedroom. Your hips swayed as you dragged your wet pussy along Calcharo’s dick, his cock slipping between the delicate petals of your creamy folds as your arousal webbed on his skin. Your pussy drooled hungrily for him, your fluttering hole clenching around nothing and aching to be filled as the knot in your stomach twisted tighter. You moaned loudly, soused lashes fluttering over your flushed cheeks as your hips jolted forward. You heard the bed frame creak as Calcharo tugged on his restraints, a soft growl hissing through his teeth as he watched your body sway above him. Your soft tits bounced with each stuttering thrust of your hips, the pert tips of your nipples pebbling with arousal as your skin prickled with goosebumps despite the rapturous heat swirling inside of you. 

“Hmm, Calcharo” you whined. 

His name dripped from your tongue like honey, soothing your parched throat as you rolled the syllables around your tongue and swallowed thickly. Your toes curled into the soles of your feet as the tip of his cock slapped against the sensitive nub of your clit, the bundle of nerves flushing to life as pearls of his arousal dripped through your messy pussy. Calcharo struggled beneath you, hips wriggling and bucking against your alluring warmth as his cock twitched harshly. The feeling of your silky lips sliding against his boiling skin made his mouth water, dazed eyes hypnotized by the rhythm of your hips as his cock split apart the seam of your pussy. You could feel him throbbing in the palm of your hand as you were jolted in his lap, almost bucked from your seat. You could care less. All your hazy mind could focus on was the boiling pleasure in the pit of your stomach threatening to bubble over. A shaky hand crawled over your chest, a soft moan tumbling from your lips as you cupped one of your breasts. You heard Calcharo growl beneath you as your fingers teased and tugged at a puffy nipple, rolling the stiff bud in slow circles as you grind your pussy against him harder. 

“Don’t” Calcharo warned.

You knew how feral it made Calcharo when you touched yourself while he was pleasuring you. It made him want to sink his teeth into you and intimately rip you apart at the seams, crawl under your skin and tear you asunder with mind numbing bliss. A coy smile curled on your lips as you cooed down at him, twisting your nipple harder between the deft digits of your fingers as your eyes shimmered with mirth. 

“I can feel you throbbing” you teased. “Do you want to cum baby?”

A choked response gurgled in Calcharo’s throat as you gripped him tighter, pussy slobbering over him as his cock pulsed in your warm hand. He struggled to keep his eyes uncrossed, the tacet mark etched onto his forehead flaring for a brief, few seconds before settling once more. The small tip of his head indicated his response to your question, voice catching in his throat as his nails scratched at the fraying edges of the rope binding him. Your body started to tremble along with the bed frame as you crept closer to your peak, body teetering just on the edge. Your tongue softly lolled out from between your spit soaked lips as you rubbed the head of Calcharo’s cock against your slippery clit, pressing the fat tip against the raw nerve over and over again until one of you finally unravelled. 

Calcharo was the first to succumb, the pressure in his stomach pulling taut and snapping. He grunted loudly, your name stuck in his mouth like a broken mantra. He rutted against you, the tip of his cock kissing your clit and bobbing as it exploded with thick, sticky strings of white. The thick rivulets drowned the aching button of your clit, warm threads dripping through the silky folds of your pussy as Calcharo snarled like a beast beneath you. The searing heat against the exposed nub of your clit made the tension inside of you unfurl, bursting forth into white, hot euphoria. Your body trembled as the cant of your hips came to a sudden halt, stars wavering in your vision as your core pulsed and your veins were flooded with searing bliss. The muscles in your legs tensed as you mewled, your hips twitching forward to chase the sparks of friction that left you gasping. Your pussy clenched around nothing, nectar flowing from your core and staining Calcharo’s skin with translucent threads. Your nerves tingled like a live wire as you pitch forward, body on the verge of collapsing as the pleasure did a victory lap around your system. The sound of fine silk ropes snapping was barely audible over your pulse droning loudly in your ears, heart ready to leap out of your throat as you greedily filled your lungs with air.

You shrieked when you felt strong hands grasp your hips and your world was suddenly sent spinning. Your body gently bounced as you were pushed into the mattress, sweat soaked sheets clinging to your clammy skin as you looked around you with dazed eyes. Your arms were wrenched high above your head, the tattered remains of silk coiling tight around your wrists as your hands were bound. You were a panting, hot mess beneath Calcharo as he hovered above you, your trembling body engulfed in his shadow as he pressed closer to you. A smirk slowly crawled over his parched lips, eyes holding a predatory glint as he flashed his fangs at you.

“You had your fun, little lamb. Now, I believe it’s my turn.”