#i want. to make mead. so badly

[butchyena]

on the cusp of starting my first batch of mead, im just not sure what fruits i want to use

[just-some-random-blogger]

I want Otto to spit in my mouth then call me a good girl as he proceeds to wrap his hand around my throat as he ruins me until I’m a bimbo cumdump and tells me that I’m his breedable little slut 😇 daddy kink is most included

A fic like this would be so amazing if you have any spare time 😭 daddy kink is up to you if you’re comfortable

My Lord

You adore getting in trouble, knowing what awaits you. But you fear you may have gone too far for roping in his son, Gwayne.

Otto Hightower x Reader | 1k+ | cw: fem!reader, sorry gwayne girlies he's only mentioned, age gap, you saw the ask this is just filth, smut (drunk sex, piv, degradation, choking, creampie), typos, etc.

A/N: anon be honest did you read my tywin fic and say 'yah, now do otto' cos HAHAHAHH

I feel like the room is closing in on me, and the ceiling was about to come into my face. There was no balance in my body, and yet somehow I was still upright.

"You stupid little girl."

I feel a pull on my arm, and the next thing I know I'm felled on the bed. I moan, happy to be on a soft surface. A few moments pass and I feel the bed dip in front of me. A hand comes to my nape and shoulder. Soon, I am sitting upright.

I smile when I see the beard and worry lines before me, "my loooove."

Otto pulls his face away when I reach for it. He pushes them down and brings a cup to my lips, "drink."

I do so ardently. I finish the whole cup of water. I gaze dotingly upon him when he pulls the cup away and wipes the corner of my lips. He sets the cup on the bedside table and I slide onto his lap. I press my face into his neck, "you smell good."

He recoils, trying to push me off, "and you smell like cheap mead."

It is a halfhearted attempt, which is why I manage to rake my fingers up his shoulders and tug at his collar. I pepper kisses on his neck, "smell so good."

Otto cannot keep his hands to himself; he brings his hands to my hips. He sighs, looking at me. He pulls his face back enough that I have to stop my ministrations. I whine in return. His brows tighten, "if you wanted me why waste my coin indulging debauchery with my son?"

I lick my lips and shift on his lap. I pull my skirt up and press my groin against his. He groans as I scratch my nails on his cheeks before cupping them, "I want to give you a son."

His expression immediately shifts. He stiffens, in more ways than one.

I roll my hips, "or 10."

With a heavy huff, I am pushed on my back and his legs knock mine open. I release a deep sigh as I pull my legs to my chest and reach into his coat, "Otto."

His response is pushing my skirt up and pulling my smallclothes down. My stomach drops when he presses his hot hands into the back of my thighs. His eyes are down turned, eyeing the glistening heat of my core. I look down at him but throw my head back when he rubs circles into my folds.

He moans at the sound, "you are a desperate harlot, aren't you?"

Before I can retort, he pushes his fingers into my mouth. I grab his wrist in surprise but suck them nonetheless. A line forms between his brows as I swirl my tongue around his digits. I nod to his question and he pulls his fingers away.

I prop myself on my elbows and watch as he frees himself from his breeches. He takes his half-hard cock and presses it against me, thrusting against my slick until it is coated and he's fully erect.

I try to grab him to guide him in, but he takes my hands and forces them by the side of my head. He looks down at me as he grinds, "you forget yourself. I should punish you for it."

I whimper and shake my head, "no, please. I'm a good girl."

"You are a stupid, fucking whore who does not listen to her lord liege," he stops grinding to grab my throat and the back of my knee. He pushes my head back and leans into my ear, "perhaps I should finish in your mouth, make you the true whore you are."

I feel my core flutter at the idea. I knew he would not let me peak though, and I so badly wanted to.

He begins to roll his hips, "mmm, I'm sure such a depraved act excites you."

"Please," I mumble.

"Please what, foolish thing?"

"Want you to fill me."

He takes a moment then sighs. I moan when he enters me and plays with my clit. His hand comes up to muffle my mouth and I happily whine into it. He pushes my thigh down again when he starts slowly bucking into me, "does my filthy come slut want me to breed an heir into her?"

I whine and grab his coat, knuckles turning white as I pull him into me.

He begins to thrust faster, "maybe then you'll stay away from my heir now that you have something better to do."

The flicking of his hips grows more intense with every stroke. The friction of his movements stimulates my sensitive nub, making me arch my back and groan.

He frees my mouth of his hand, only to bring it back down to my throat. He pushes himself up a bit and maneuvers more roughly, "I'll fuck you every night, watch my seed spill from your cunt-"

I cry out his name.

"-and once your belly swells, you'll remember the debauchery that made it so."

All the sounds that remained were that of fucking and my whining. Soon, the heat in my stomach burned hotter and hotter and I was dying for release. Otto rubs the sides of my neck and pants, "will you give me a babe like a dutiful come slut?"

I nod rapidly and whimper. His name falls desperately from my lips a couple times before I am overcome with my mind fogging peak. My body shakes in satisfaction and my body melts in hot passion. Soon, Otto grunts and releases into me. He makes sure to chase every bit of pleasure before slowly coming to a halt. He sighs and looks down at me.

He rubs my thighs a few times before pulling out. He watches me quiver as his seed seeps out of me, molten and thick. Otto tilts his head, "clean yourself up, whore. When I return, you better be asleep."

[bvidzsoo]

Hi! First off I just wanna say how much I love your work! You are such a talented writer🤍 okay okay so for the Halloween prompt request, I was thinking maybe Vampire Seonghwa? (He's been plaguing my mind hella hard) with the prompts 3 and 22? I'm excited to see what you come up with!🤍

Thank you so much!🤍

◆Vampire!Seonghwa◆ (pink haired Seonghwa has me in an unhealthy grip and it will end me one day)

↳3. Well, that didn’t hurt nearly as badly as I was expecting it to.

↳22. Do I look tasty?

A/N: Hii! Thank you for your kind words, it makes me happy to know people like my stories as I place a lot of time in them. I shall say that pink haired Seonghwa has me in a GRIP and I'll NEVER escape it, so uhm, I did a little something here, haha. I hope you enjoy this little one and requests are open until the 1st of November for anyone interested! Before you start the short story, I want to say that this was inspired by Vampire Academy written by Richelle Mead, so here's a little explanation for those who haven't read the books:

1. Moroi-are born vampires, imbued with the magic to have power over the elements;

2. Dhampir-are half-human, half-vampires who are born to protect the Moroi. Don't have elemental magic, but have enhanced strength and senses making them the strongest protection against the Strigoi;

3. Strigoi- are the type of vampires that one would expect from an old horror classic

TW: cussing, blood, very slightly suggestive?

◆Halloween Prompts◆

That damned pink hair could be visible from miles away. If his desperate need to be distinguishable by some feature wasn't enough, then his flamboyant persona certainly was. Park Seonghwa was absolutely detestable. It isn’t enough that he comes from one of the royal moroi families, which makes him incredibly famous, he also makes sure to remind everyone of his high status in the order by looking down on you while flaunting his riches, the arrogant smirk never absent from his face. I truly wish one day I'll be able to punch that perfect nose of his, even if dhampirs weren't allowed to hurt morois. I tried to keep the sneer off my face as I glared at the back of his pink head, a disgusting color if anyone asks me, as his loud laughter carried over the crowd. How was it possible that he could be heard over all the chatter in the auditorium? I felt a nudge to my side and my attention was off Seonghwa as I stared at my best friend, whose eyebrows were raised. She already knew I would be in a sour mood when I realized I was forced to breathe the same air as Seonghwa, but today was also the day we'd be paired up for our field trip. The dreaded field trip. Us, dhampirs, would be assigned to a moroi to protect for a week, totally left alone by our teachers and other guardians. Basically, we were forced to fend for ourselves for a week in order to show how capable we were in completing our duties once we graduated. I, on one hand, was ready. I was born ready; I knew I could do this. The only problem was that I didn't know who I'd be assigned to protect and the thought of having to possibly spend a whole ass week with Seonghwa was giving me a freaking headache.

"I think he can feel your glare, Y/N." Kazuha muttered as I turned to look back towards the front, Seonghwa’s annoying hair bugging my eyes again. I just rolled my eyes and ignored my best friend’s comment, thinking to myself, that it was only good if he felt my glare. Everyone knew I didn’t like Seonghwa, why try and hide it? The head teacher walked in holding a big paper scroll in his hands, stopping in the center of the auditorium.

“Quiet down, everyone.” Despite the authority in his voice, Seonghwa proceeded to finish his joke and laugh loudly as everyone else glanced his way, the teacher sighing before continuing, “I’ll read the dhampir names first and then the moroi they’ll have to protect for the following week. Changing your partners isn’t allowed, and if anyone does so in secret, they’ll be expulsed from the Academy, never to graduate. And then you can try and live a miserable life.”

I don’t think I agree with the teacher. Having to live without being surrounded by some annoying spoiled morois sounded like every dhampirs most secret wish. The teacher opened the scroll and started reading the names, most students looking content and even happy with their partners, but there was one problem. Park Seonghwa’s name hasn’t been read yet, and with my luck…my fate in this whole thing was slowly dying out.

“Lee Y/N.” I stood up straighter in my seat, debating whether to say a quick prayer, but the moroi’s name was already called, “Park Seonghwa.”

Fuck. I hissed and allowed my head to fall against the table, creating a loud bang as I groaned lowly. The people sitting around me chuckled, amused by my reaction, and probably thankful they didn’t get paired with Seonghwa. Lucky bastards. I felt eyes on me before I could lift my head and I braced myself for the conceited smirk on his face as I looked up, eyes connecting with his. Seonghwa was smirking, and as if to make things worse, he winked before turning around and ignoring my existence.

I would’ve done anything to avoid this moment. To avoid sitting in a car as Seonghwa was handed the keys to the Academy’s expensive Mercedes, as if he didn’t own at least two muscle cars back at home. God, I wanted to die. He opened the door and sat inside, head turning to look at me. My jaw was clenched as I looked straight ahead, refusing to look at him, able to see from the corner of my eyes the amusement written all over his features. God, if only I was allowed to punch him.

“Since when are morois allowed to drive?” I snapped as he ignited the engine to life, “You know the dhampirs are the ones supposed to drive around and shit.”

“I know,” Seonghwa shrugged nonchalantly as he backed out of the parking lot of the Academy, our head teacher and the dhampir supervisor watching us with hawk like eyes as I mouthed a small ‘please, save me’ to them, a displeased look crossing their features, “But I don’t trust a woman with driving.”

I scoffed annoyed, my tongue pressing against my cheek as I tried to hold myself back, Kazuha’s words ringing loudly in my head. ‘Ignore him, think of anything else and just stay calm. You can do this.’ In fact, no, I was certain I couldn’t do this, and we have barely left the safety of our Academy.

“Do you even know where we’re supposed to go?” I opted to ask instead, glaring at the radio as Seonghwa turned it on, browsing through the channels.

“To my family’s vacation house?” Seonghwa gave me a look which said, ‘are you crazy for even asking that?’.

“If that’s where you’re taking us, just pull over, and I’ll walk back to the Academy myself and sabotage my own future.” I groaned and allowed my head to fall back against the headrest. Seonghwa scoffed and gave me a quick glance as we turned onto the highway.

“You seriously want to live in a shady neighborhood in a dodgy apartment for a week?” He looked at me as if I was crazy and I closed my eyes, pressing the button to roll down the window. I needed some fresh air. Perhaps that would stop me from wanting to crash our car, which I was supposed to be driving. I’ve never driven such a luxury car, Seonghwa robbed me of another once in a lifetime experience…once again.

“Yes, Seonghwa, because this is a test to what our lives will look like very soon, you conceited idiot!” I snapped, finally breaking as I turned to face Seonghwa, “You might have everything handed to you on a silver plate, but I certainly won’t be living in a mansion or my family’s vacation home once I’ve graduated.”

“If you graduate.” God, I really wanted to punch that arrogant smirk off his face. I didn’t have to be top of my class to graduate. I was one of the best dhampirs at our Academy currently and I was needed as female dhampirs were rare. Unlike him, who was raised on a silver plate, he had no significance whatsoever if he was stripped of his title. He wasn’t even a prince, he was around fifth in line to the throne, so he really was unimportant. His skills were mid and unless he continued his family’s business, he was a no one. That brought a content smile on my lips and Seonghwa threw me an annoyed glance, probably able to sense that my thoughts weren’t the nicest. He didn’t say anything else as he focused on the road, turning up the volume of the radio, making me sigh as I relaxed into the car seat and closed my eyes. It’s not that I trusted him, but I had barely gotten any sleep last night as we threw a secret party before our departure. It was wild.

            Four days had gone by and things were going surprisingly well. For me, at least. I quickly got familiar with the area and did my patrols regularly, keeping an eye out for any unwanted danger. I even managed to become friends with our upstairs neighbor, who was a nice old lady. I found mundane tasks quite enjoyable as I walked to the market each morning and bought fresh fruits and vegetables to cook later, and of course, since it was Seonghwa’s money, I enjoyed spending it even more. I finally managed to get that long deserved haircut and all in all, this test turned out to be a lot more manageable than I expected it to be. Living with Seonghwa wasn’t too difficult, surprisingly, as he stayed in his room almost all day, listening to loud music and facetiming with his other moroi friends almost every other hour. Hearing his boisterous laughter and awful jokes through the thin walls was rather depressing, but I managed to block his voice out as I turned on the TV in the living room and turned the volume up, hearing Seonghwa scream at me to be quieter, only to get ignored. Of course, things weren’t going constantly smoothly as he always found something to start a petty fight based on, but after realizing that my anger was only bringing him enjoyment, I stopped showing my emotions. That didn’t mean that I didn’t want to bash his head against the wall at times, I was just smarter and started hiding it. However, despite me living my best life for the past four days, Seonghwa seemed to hate it here. He would jump at the slightest sound coming from outside and the curtains would have to be drawn almost all day as his skin was specifically sensitive to sunlight. That was a thing I didn’t believe, but I didn’t want to try my luck and actually set him on fire, that wouldn’t only get me expelled from the Academy, it would earn me the death penalty too. I preferred staying away from that one if possible. It was one of those serene nights, where I almost couldn’t tell if Seonghwa and I were living together, but my heightened senses could pick up on his breathing, a thing which annoyed me, but normally was very good as I could protect the morois in case of danger. Earlier today I bought some red wine and condiments to cook some pasta as I missed the taste of it, the chef’s cooking back at the Academy is rather bland, almost makes you think she’s a moroi. I have prepared everything and threw the ingredients together, letting it boil before pouring the heavy cream over it, letting it simmer for a few more minutes as I stirred it. I was lost in my world, humming a song which Seonghwa had been listening to on repeat, when suddenly I felt warmth behind me and my muscle memory kicked in as I whirled around, grabbing the intruder by the neck and slamming them against the nearest wall. My grip instantly loosened around Seonghwa’s neck when I finally realized it was just him, his normally round eyes wider than I’ve seen them ever before.

“Don’t ever creep up on me again, Seonghwa.” I hissed, eyebrows furrowed, “I could’ve hurt you.”

“Isn’t that what you want?” The stunned look was gone from his face, replaced with an annoying smirk. God, I hated his stupid face.

“Yeah, it is.” I muttered as I released him and went back to stir my sauce before shutting the gas off, taking the pot to the table. Seonghwa followed after me and watched me as I sat at the table, pouring the sauce over my spaghetti. I grabbed my glass of wine and took a sip, humming at the rich taste of it. It was expensive, but then again, Seonghwa was founding me so I only bought the priciest things, hoping to deprive him of all of his money. It was impossible, but it still bought a little satisfaction to my heart.

“You cooked dinner and didn’t even tell me…” Seonghwa trailed off, face falling for a second before it became composed again as he walked to the cupboard, taking out a plate.

“I didn’t know in what mood you were.” It was clear, Seonghwa was struggling without blood. I might’ve hated him, but I knew a moroi, a vampire, couldn’t survive without blood. Yes, they were able to eat normal food, but it could make them sick for days even. Seonghwa hasn’t eaten anything since we left the Academy. Hasn’t fed since we left the Academy. I tried to convince him to come to the hospital with me and I’d take a few blood bags for him, but he refused and said he’d survive without this week. He preferred fresh blood, apparently. And the lack of blood was already showing its first signs, his skin was paler than usual and dark bags were slowly forming underneath his eyes. I noticed his eyes glowing red every now and then, but that wasn’t necessarily a sign of bloodlust.

“I’m starving.” Seonghwa muttered more to himself, forgetting that I could hear him. I paused chewing as he sat down opposite me, surprised that he was willingly sitting at a table with me. He’d never do that at the Academy, but then again, I probably would pour my food all over his head if he did. I pushed the spaghetti and sauce pot towards him as Seonghwa reluctantly leaned forward and inhaled, eyes widening a little.

“Oh, this actually smells really nice.” He muttered absentmindedly and my eyes narrowed as I analyzed him. Was he being sincere? He seemed like he forgot I was even sitting at a table with him.

“I probably won’t be able to eat much, my stomach’s rather weak these days.” He said as he looked up and placed some spaghetti and sauce on his plate. I nodded and continued eating, watching his face for a reaction when he finally took a bite. He chewed slowly on the food and his eyebrows furrowed before he gulped the food down. He just glanced up at me and wordlessly continued to take a few more bites, but stopped at the fifth one. He pushed the plate away and grabbed a stray glass from the table, pouring himself wine.

“That wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected it to be.” I was about to thank him, for the first time in my life, but he had to continue, “I didn’t know dhampirs are now taught how to cook. But then again…you’re a woman, you’re supposed to know how to do that.”

“If you don’t shut up I will push that knife down your heart.” It was an empty threat, but it felt nice saying it as Seonghwa chuckled and took a big gulp of the wine, eyes going to the bottle before settling back on me.

“Are you trying to bereave me of my money, Y/N?” He cocked an eyebrow elegantly and I rolled my eyes, leaning back in my chair as I was finished with dinner too.

“As if you don’t have more than enough already,” I scoffed and took a sip of my wine, “Since I risk my life to protect you, you at least can let me spend as much as I’d like—”

“Yeah, like at the hairdresser.” Seonghwa cut me off with a scoff, eyes narrowing, “Who even charges that much?”

“I might’ve left a bigger tip than necessary.” I replied nonchalantly and hid my smirk behind my glass as I took another sip, Seonghwa scoffing as he drank the contents of his own glass before pouring some more wine for himself.

A few hours later, the lights seemed to dance around me as I sat in the chair, leaned back and one leg brought up on the chair, hair pulled in a low ponytail as I was feeling hot. It was from the wine, I knew that, but I couldn’t help fan myself as Seonghwa placed another card on the table. It was red. I didn’t have any red cards, so I had to pick up one from the deck. If anyone told me four days ago that I would be playing some silly card games with Seonghwa while the both of us were tipsy, I would’ve laughed in their face and asked them to walk to the psychic ward. But it was happening right now and Seonghwa was winning, for the fifth time. I was getting fed up.

“You’re cheating, okay?!” I exclaimed and slammed my cards on the table as Seonghwa placed his last one down, winning again. He just chuckled and took another sip of his wine, cheeks slightly flushed. One would say he looked like a living creature for once. It was late in the night and we were supposed to be sleeping, but I haven’t done my patrolling duty yet and it was cold outside, I really didn’t want to go. Besides, I was tipsy, my reflexes were dull, and if a strigoi were to attack me, I probably wouldn’t get very far, let alone be able protect Seonghwa.

“I’m not cheating,” He scoffed, looking offended, “I’m just really good at this game.”

“Yeah, right,” I scoffed and rolled my eyes, “Like you are at everything else.”

“Of course, I am.” He smirked and flicked a stray pink strand out of his eyes.

“Then why do you refuse to go to the hospital and steal one or two blood bags with me?” I raised my eyebrows challengingly, crossing my arms in front of my chest. Seonghwa stiffened for a second before he leaned forward, placing his interlaced hands on the table and his chin on them.

“Because,” His voice lowered, as if he was scared someone was eavesdropping on us, “I only drink fresh blood.”

I scoffed, of course he did, he had the circumstances to, he was rich, “And why is that? Did mommy and daddy spoil you that much?”

That annoying smirk was back on his lips, “Yes, they did. I can’t stand the stale taste of blood; it makes me throw up. I like drinking it from the source, when it’s still warm and gushing, thick and rich and full of aroma.”

His eyes flashed red again and I watched as he licked his lips, suddenly the bloodlust obvious on his face. Perhaps I shouldn’t have brought up this topic, but I wanted to know the real reason. A vampire who was thirsty shouldn’t be challenged, but I was safe. It was strictly forbidden for morois to drink blood from dhampirs. And it would make me seem like a whore. But the alcohol was hitting hard and I was genuinely curious, never having talked to a moroi about this before, almost wanting to experience the euphoric feeling it’s said a vampire’s bite gives you.

“Do I look tasty?” The words left my lips before I could think much as Seonghwa and I made eye contact. I knew my eyes were glazed over with intoxication from the alcohol, but suddenly Seonghwa’s pupils grew in size as his eyes flashed red and remained like that. The ceiling lamp’s light falling on him made his eyes seem a deep red, swirling around almost in his round eyes.

“You or your blood?” Seonghwa’s voice was low and a strand of pink hair fell into his eyes as he stared me down. Suddenly, I felt glued to my place. He looked like a predator ready to pounce on its pray.

“Both.” I answered breathless, taken aback by Seonghwa’s sudden change of character. He was always so arrogant, so uncaring and so irritating, you’d never think he was capable of looking at you with such danger written all over his face and body. A vein in his neck was visibly pulsing and his hands tightened around each other, knuckles turning white as he inhaled deeply, eyes slightly fluttering closed.

“You smell like flowers, but it’s so—sweet.” His voice was strained as he blinked his eyes open, red glinting back at me as I straightened up in my chair, body suddenly flushing at his words. It was most certainly the alcohol making me feel like this, but I pushed my ponytail behind my shoulders, and I didn’t miss Seonghwa’s eyes focusing on my neck as I cleared my throat.

“Have you tasted sweet blood before?” I whispered, Seonghwa’s jaw clenching and unclenching as if he was fighting back his demons. He said nothing as he shook his head no and I sucked in a deep breath, making eye contact with him, “Would you like to?”

Before I could blink, Seonghwa was up on his feet and next to me, sending his chair to the floor with a loud clank, and I was hauled up by a grip around my bicep. Seonghwa’s long fingers dug into my skin with a bruising force as he sneered down at me, our height difference very obvious. He’s never stood so close to me before.

“You’re playing with fire, Y/N, stop.” He warned, voice deep and eyes flickering from red back to its brown color to red again. I bit my lower lip and stood on my tip toes, lips barely brushing against his earlobe.

“I know you want to bite me, Seonghwa, suck my blood—” What was the reason of my taunting? Probably nothing more than wanting to fuck with him. To finally see him so out of control and desperate, anything like the Seonghwa he always presented himself to be. And it was the alcohol, of course, because I would’ve never asked such thing of him sober. I was ruining my dignity at the moment.

“If anyone finds out…” His voice was horse as he slightly pulled me back, looking down at me, eyes trained on the smooth skin of my neck.

“Nobody will,” I smirked at him, barring my neck more for him as his eyes flicked back to red, “But you have to swear you will keep your mouth shut, Seonghwa.”

“Will you become my supplier, then?” That annoying smirk was back on his lips and I hissed at him, glaring fiercely.

“Don’t overstep your boundaries, asshole.”

“As if you aren’t the one begging me to bite you.”

“As if you aren’t the one desperate to bite me.”

That’s all it took for Seonghwa to finally give in, lips parting and fangs shirking as he opened his mouth more, locking eyes with me. I nodded subtly and my body tensed as Seonghwa slowly leaned down, closer to my neck. My breath caught in my throat as Seonghwa’s plush lips pressed softly against my neck in a small kiss before I felt them retreating and instead two sharp fangs poked against my skin. Before I could have time to rethink my poor choices, the sharp fangs pressed hard into my skin, making me gasp loudly and grasp onto Seonghwa’s shoulders as his teeth tore through my untouched skin, sharp pain erupting in the area as it traveled towards my shoulder and ear. My grip on Seonghwa turned harsh and suddenly I felt him pulling my body flushed against his as he held my nape, sucking on my blood. As soon as the pain came it was gone, the feeling of his fangs foreign as my eyes started becoming blurry, brain fogged up. My lips fell open as my whole body seemed to tingle, from head to toe, and Seonghwa suddenly moaned, lightly pushing me backwards until my hips were pressing against the table. The euphoria was becoming overwhelming as my breathing stuttered and I whined quietly as my head lulled back, knees feeling faint all of a sudden. Seonghwa moaned again, sending vibrations down my neck, my skin covered in goosebumps as I had to grab onto the table with one hand as the other still held onto Seonghwa. Dark spots started covering my vision, but I was unable to speak, unable to let Seonghwa know that he was probably drinking too much. But he must’ve known as suddenly, his cold fangs were gone from my neck, the cool air hitting the marks as Seonghwa’s nose nuzzled against my jaw, breathing hard. I gasped as my knees bucked for a second, Seonghwa’s arms holding me up as my mind slowly started to clear up. The fog was lifting, but just barely, as I squeezed my eyes shut, suddenly the light too much for them. I took deep breaths, the marks pulsed as I was finally able to close my mouth and swallowed, my throat dry all of a sudden. The dark spots were gone, but a slight headache started overtaking the haze, forehead lightly pulsing rhythmically. As I opened my eyes, I was met with Seonghwa staring down at me with lust coating his whole face, his red eyes shinning as he was breathing hard. Apparently I wasn’t the only one affected as my body continued to tingle, a different kind of want overtaking it. Seonghwa’s hand was still gripping my nape and my eyes fell to his plump lips, the inside of the still bloody. Coated with my blood. Something inside of Seonghwa snapped again as he leaned down, crashing his cherry red lips against mine, tasting like iron, nothing like the sweet taste he described. His lips moved against mine hungrily and I kissed him back with just as much fervor, fingers tangling in his pushed back pink hair, yanking on it when he pushed my lips more open with his tongue. His tongue slipped inside my mouth and lapped at my own, sucking on it hard, making me moan involuntarily. Seonghwa’s hands gripped my cheeks hard as my lungs screamed for air, but I was drunk on his warmth and passion, teeth clanking against the other. I bit his lower lip hard, making Seonghwa hiss before I released it, licking the saliva off my lips. Seonghwa went and clipped my lower lip with his suddenly shirked fangs. His breath was fanning my face, quick and hot, and all I could do was look up in his brown eyes and chuckle, pulling my head back slightly to free my lip from his assaults.

“Well, that didn’t hurt nearly as badly as I was expecting it to.” I muttered and Seonghwa smirked, leaning close again that his lips were brushing against mine.

“If you think you’ll ever get away from me after this,” He chuckled and shook his head, “you’re very wrong. Once we have graduated I will request for you to be my guardian.”

“Fuck you.” I snapped, suddenly glaring at him as Seonghwa smirked viciously, “You’ll never have me.”

“Oh, but don’t I already?” He taunted and pressed a soft kiss against my lips mockingly, making me wrestle out of his grip as he just laughed, “I always get what I want.”

“If you tell anyone that I—” Suddenly I felt too sober, suddenly I realized the weight of my actions.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want anyone to know about our dirty little secret, love.” Seonghwa chuckled as I walked away from him, needing to put distance between our bodies, “I hope you do know vampire venom is addictive—”

“Of course, I know!” My voice raised as I whirled around to glare at him, “One bite won’t make me addicted, though.”

“One or two won’t, indeed.” I didn’t like the glint in his eyes nor the promise in his voice. Something told me that this wasn’t the last time he’d come to me to drink my blood. Fuck, I just fucked myself over for a lifetime. Park Seonghwa always gets what he wants, and if he requests for me to be his guardian after graduation, he would get just that. It’s true what they say after all, curiosity killed the cat.

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[yourlocaltreesimp]

HAIIIIIII okay so. i've had an idea rattling around in my walnut for a few days now, and wanted to see what you thought :3

so. like. fae!hyrule yaknow. i love that little guy. i'm capital 'o' Obsessed with the idea that reader does those little things from fae folklore for him (ex. offering him honey, mead, milk, jewlery, fruits, etc.) and like. he doesn't really know how to reciprocate.? like he's never gotten so many gifts and offerings from someone before and just doesn't know how to react and it just flusters him so much and he has to mentally and physically restrain himself from smothering reader with affection in return because? what if they don't like it?? what if this is just normal human behavior???? (news flash! it is not)

i just. adore fae!hyrule and his (not so) subtle crush on reader because theyre just so nice to him. and he doesn't know how to react.

also! i love your writing its so silly goober biteable. (may i claim 🧃anon?)

Hello 🧃Anon!! Opening with Fae!Hyrule, I look forward to your next request.

TW: None!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Fae!Hyrule falling

Hyrule couldn’t really place why he didn’t make people aware of his… background. He wasn’t ashamed of the faeries nor the way he was raised, but people had their assumptions about them and their magic. He always assumed that people would take those assumptions over his word and would end up being disrespectful to both him and his sisters. But you on the other hand were not. He couldn’t even really pinned when you started gifting him things but he has especially fond memories of you giving him milk tea and honey after particularly magic-draining battles or you sharing fruit with him when you had spare. In hindsight, that fae part of him latched to the idea that you cared so deeply about him through the mundane. Perhaps that’s why those were the memories he held closest. But there were more subtle things that he began to pay attention to. Like how you drank mead with him despite not being fond of it or singing for him at his request. The ladder making him especially flustered for reasons he couldn’t even pinpoint. Sure, you were the beauty of the world personified, but that didn’t change that this was all perfectly platonic behaviour. But as you got more comfortable, he only dug himself a deeper grave in his own feelings. Every flower you gave him, every please and thank you, every promise you made. He braided your hair while muttering blessings, embroidered your clothes with enchantments and he’d take the stars from the skies because their light would highlight you perfectly. The others teased him for his love sickness, but to see you smile, to hear the blood rush through you, that was worth it. He’s aware that this may be normal behaviour for humans, but he wants nothing more than to court you. Nothing more than to douse you in his magic and keep you close. He so badly wants to learn every bit about you, down to the way you breathe.

[nogenderbee]

https://www.tumblr.com/nogenderbee/713938516161200128/im-new-to-this-whole-request-thing-so-i-hope-i

Could I request this adorable idea with Ayato, Albedo, and Zhongli?

But yes of course! I'm so happy you liked this idea because I actually also think that it's pretty cute! So anyway, I hope you enjoy <3

Ayato, Albedo, Zhongli react on being called the prettiest boy you've met

TagList: @miya-akane - come get your chalk alchemist~

@bleachtheidiot - come get your people~

⊱ Ayato who's always well manerred and stoic no matter what, even when he starts blushing, he just covers his face with his hand and after a second, his blush is gone

⊱ so are you really gonna let him go just like that? No, no, no, you MUST make this man a blushing mess!!

⊱ and when you finally tell him your cute little compliment, it certainly works but when he wants to cover his face with a hand, you just hold it to have better look which makes his blush even worse

"Thank you so much, mead... Ah- oh, you're quite bold aren't you? Did you wanted to see my face so badly?"

⊱ oh, what's that? He has some paperwork to do? Well not anymore! Now it's time for him to focus on his lover only

⊱ although you two probably won't be going anywhere out that day because he won't let other people see his flustered face

⊱ so if he didn't gave you much affections recently, it's a great way to make him make up for lost times

⊱ he'll most likely not tell anyone about it because of how flustered that made him and he knows that a small blush may appear if he ever tries to mention that

⊱ Albedo was always so well reserved and it was hard to even make him blush a little bit, so you decided to make it your job to completely fluster him

⊱ and what's better way that do it AND make him aware of how pretty he is

⊱ and when you tell him that, you can see a little bit of red on his cheeks and how his eyes widen in surprise and now how they're looking at you

"I... I'm really flattered that you think so! Thank you, I'm happy you see me in the same way I see you."

⊱ let's pray that he wasn't working on any dangerous experiments if sone incorrectly because it may have not so beautiful outcome...

⊱ if it is dangerous, he'll be mad and his blush will fastly disappear, although if it isn't then he ready for chalk boy to become flustered

⊱ you may not notice it but it really put him in better spirit for the rest of the day

⊱ he'll do his best to not tell anyone but let's be honest, if he babysits Klee that day, she'll notice that he's in better mood and will ask him untill he tells her

⊱ and she is a child so she may tell couple more people... unless he tells her that it's top secret, then she'll do her best to not spill it out

⊱ it was pretty hard to make Zhongli blush since his usual reaction the any compliment was a smile

⊱ so why not try giving him a better compliment that should dye his cheeks on pink or red shade

⊱ and it certainly works, once you tell him about how pretty he is, you can see light pink shade and a smile on his face

⊱ he's maybe just a little bit flustered but he's actually more happy than that

"Thank you, darling. You don't know how happy those words made me."

⊱ you think he usually ends up rambling to random people often? Well now it's even worse-

⊱ he may hide your identity or may not, it all depends on how comfortable you are with it and will tell others stories about his lover

⊱ after that, you can be sure all is attention that day is at you alone

⊱ be it handholding, brushing your cheek with his thumb or simply admiring your beauty, he literally has to so one of these for the whole day

⊱ maybe his blush doesn't keep for so long but the affection you get is still worth it all, right?

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[aarcanechaoss]

Ruined

Masterlist

William’s knight is in need of release… and what else can he do but be of service to them

Aka: both William and his knight got a little too drunk

Warnings: smut, fingering, making out, alcohol | fem

Note; not edited

He’s never done this before. Never been so drunk that he’d found himself pressing his own knight against his bedroom wall.

He’d remember all of this in the morning, he wasn’t drunk enough to forget the way her lips feel against his, how she tastes like sugar and mead. He doesn’t want to forget the low purr of a moan she releases as his tongue meets with hers.

William’s hands slide down, unable to stop himself from kneading at the soft flesh of her ass only covered by the tight Golden Dawn uniform. The whine she lets out almost makes him buck against her.

Fuck he’s never been this drunk before, he doesn’t even notice when she throws his mask atop their scattered cloaks, he barely notices her hands tugging against his short white hair.

William feels intoxicated in more ways than one with each swipe of their tongues and digging of nails. He wanted her so bad… she wanted him just as much.

Her hand drags down his chest, unfortunately still covered by his uniform- gods it was hot in here.

“Captain.” She moaned against his lips as his hands creeped beneath her tunic, calloused fingers pressing against scared skin.

He remembers how she got that scar… an unfortunate reminder of his mistakes when she took a spear through the abdomen to keep him and Patri safe from Zagred. He’d never be able to thank her enough.

He moaned into her mouth as one of her hands tightened against his hair, tugging him away for a moment. He panted as they both took in a deep, sadly needed breath.

“Captain.” She whispered, arching herself closer to him. “Please.”

“Please what?” He found himself questioning, voice low and laced with need… no want, laced with want.

“Anything Captain but please just touch me.” She begged. And he couldn’t help it, his cock twitching at the whine that followed her plead, he caught her lips in another searing kiss.

“As you wish.” He finally replied.

~~*~~

He’s never done this before. Never been in a position to or able to have this happen.

Captain William Vangeance at twenty-five has never had the pleasure of having a woman completely naked in his bed before. The gentlemen inside him wants to take care of her, wants to apologise for being this drunk with her and reaching this point because what if she regrets it in the morning. The other part of him, the feral part as Patri once called it, wanted to see her cry from pleasure as they learnt about each others bodies.

That feral part of him won.

“Captain!” She moaned out as his lips nipped at her neck.

“William:” he’d all but groaned out.

“William.” She’d gasped as his lips pressed against her breast. She’d whined as his hand massaged the opposite breast.

She’d panted like a bitch in heat as his tongue traced from her breasts down her stomach towards where she wanted him most.

She’d cried out when his tongue met her clit- William’s cock begging to be touched with each new beautiful sound.

“Please William… your fingers, please I want your fingers.” She’d begged.

~~*~~

He was surprised how fast he’d picked it up. Surprised how quickly she’d turned to mush the second his middle and ring fingers curled just right inside that wet warmth of hers that he was just dying to taste.

She let out a storm of curses, chest heaving and fists tightening against his sheets.

It was picturesque. William so badly wished this image could stay forever as he pumped his hand back and forth. He was in heaven watching her quiver in pleasure for this right here was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Fuck.” He’d cursed, hips bucking towards her creeping hand. He soon let out his loudest moan yet as her hand grasped his cock, fingers tightening and loosening in a rhythmic, hypnotic gesture that almost made him forget what he was doing.

Almost.

Almost because his thumb had now pressed against her clit. Almost because her legs were shaking so furiously beside him that he couldn’t stop himself from staring at his hand.

His vision was growing blurry with each pump of her hand and flick of his wrist. Her body was writhing more and more against his quickening pace. She was going to cum.

She was going to cum and he would be the cause of that.

It was exhilarating watching and feeling as her core tightened around his fingers as he knelt before her.

It was exhilarating being the one to make his knight feel so good, so pleasurable.

William was sure there was no better feeling right now.

And even through her waves of pleasure she kept her hand tight around his cock, pumping him faster, urgently.

Then she whispered words that would ruin him forever.

“Fuck me William.”

~~*~~

He’s never done this before. Never woken up beside someone, never been so exposed before another person like this.

She was practically buried in his side, her face tucked into his chest while his arms were bound tightly around her like his magic. She was still asleep when William awoke- he could only stare in wonder.

He couldn’t believe what he’d done- he has no regrets at current but he’s so surprised that he can’t help the shocked gasp when he feels himself stand to attention once more.

Unfortunately for him his cock was nestled beneath her thigh- a thigh that was draped across his lower body in a way to snuggle closer.

Unfortunately for him she awoke to the feeling against her thigh. She only giggled sleepily when William froze against her.

“Good morning.” She murmured.

“Good morning indeed.” He replied.

“Didn’t get enough of me last night huh?” She joked, voice muffled against his chest.

“I don’t think I ever will after that.” He replies honestly.

“Did I ruin you for anyone else?”

“Perhaps.” He laughs.

“Good… I don’t particularly feel like sharing right now.”

He couldn’t help the moan that escaped him as he felt her hand grasp him again.

It seems that today the Golden Dawn will be short a Captain and a knight.

[malocclusive]

Ehhhhhhhh

This last week, getting dumped and then finding out my mom outed me to my dad without telling me has been pretty shitty

Theoretically nothing has changed, it's like living with my best friend but without any of the friendship I guess, I don't know

Went and got my name change stuff done yesterday, got some food and mead to celebrate. Told my family the news. Went to the bank today to get my name changed, and got another credit card with better benefits. The clerk was lovely.

Asked some buds if they wanted to make art and got the usual radio silence

Folks like me enough, and people are busy, but christ am I lonely.

Doesn't help that my ex processes his thoughts by completely ignoring the person causing the consternation, so the past month has been just me being ignored 24/7, then the news, then exactly the same thing.

I haven't been single in the past like 15 years, so it's been really lonely.

I want so badly to go out and find some new friends in the area, preferably some queer ones, but I'm not in a super open area. I just want to hang with some folks who live near me, but there doesn't seem to be a lot of that. I don't think dating outright is something I want; I'm demi and I don't think coming out of the gate and attempting a relationship is something that would work for me anyways. I also don't want to really do anything until I get top surgery, and that's still completely up in the air.

I just kinda wish I felt some consideration from people who are supposed to have my back. I definitely had my trust betrayed by my mom, and while the situation with my ex is best for both of us (or at least him and neutral on my end) it's fine for me. The feelings are there, but it's only been a few days.

I guess there's always beer and weed and cranking it. The future as far as housing and all is stable, so I'm off better on my Maslow's hierarchy than a good chunk of folks. Just sucks that nobody's really checked in or offered anything to take my mind of off things

I know nobody owes you anything, and anything given is already a kindness, but damn if I don't feel completely abandoned and alone.

[shivunin]

To Build an End

(Cullen/Emmaera Lavellan | 1,524 Words | No warnings)

It was finally over. 

When they left behind the ruins of the temple, they were not precisely where they’d been when they’d left the others behind. Varric had climbed from the dust and broken rock with her, both of them leaning unsteadily on each other until they could find Dorian and Cassandra. She ached to her bones, from the tips of her pointed ears to the blistered toes tucked into her boots. Her hair had come loose at a critical moment in that last push toward Corypheus, she’d lost a glove somewhere in the sky, and she had watched her friend vanish into the mountains. 

All was not well—all would not be well for quite some time. Regardless, it was over. 

“Send a raven,” she told Lace when they found her missing scouts at last, limping close enough that the croak of her voice could be heard. There was a half-collapsed wall to her left and she leaned hard enough against it that she worried she would send the second half of it toppling into the abyss. 

“Already sent, Inquisitor,” Lace said. She cleared her throat and saluted, her eyes shining with the last of the Rift’s magic. “He’s really dead, huh?” 

“Dead as I could make him,” Lavellan said. She thought of Hawke, of her assurances that Corypheus had been killed before. 

Would they see their enemy again? Would he find some other doorway, some other crack to slip through into their world? She could not know. She did not know what happened to a body when it was scattered through reality and unreality at once. Perhaps she had merely fragmented him into several wholes and he would return to them as a legion of Coryphei. Perhaps he was simply and entirely dead. 

Lavellan didn’t know that, either. She knew only that she wanted badly to be held, to be clean, and to sleep, not necessarily in that order. 

But first: the mountain.

“Is everyone well enough to ride?” she called, her voice cracking in the middle of “enough.” 

Cassandra, who had carried the unconscious witch from the ruins, made a displeased sound somewhere behind them. 

“Except for Morrigan,” Emmaera amended, and squeezed her eyes shut when another pang gripped her leg. She would drink a potion in the saddle and that would fix it enough, but—they could not wait. Their people needed to see them well, and soon. She did not want another search party scouring the mountains for her body. The memory of the snow, of the cold after Haven’s fall echoed in her thoughts now. 

No. No, they needed to go now. 

“I suppose we’ll make it if we’re in some sort of hurry,” Dorian puffed, pressing both palms to his knees. “I suppose I rather agree that I wouldn’t prefer to hang around here at this particular moment.”

“Good,” Lavellan said, tucking her errant hair back behind her ear. She thought of the path up the mountain, of the ones waiting for her there. 

She thought of Cullen, who would surely be beside himself while they waited. When she came to him, his hair would gleam gold in the torchlight and he would smile at her and—and she needed to see him now. 

“Quickly then,” she went on, whistling for her hart. “Up the mountain to Skyhold—to home.”

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It was finally over. 

Over a year of pain and devastation, personal losses and private triumphs, and it was over at last. Corypheus was dead. The Breach—Cullen had checked it so many times he’d lost count—was gone, too. The rest would be a logistical nightmare; they might have united disparate groups for the sake of this battle, but the unrest that had been seeded in these past months would not be quelled when the sky was sealed shut again. There were still rifts out there, still people who needed the Inquisition’s help, but—

It was done. 

Even now, as the crowd of the Inquisition’s allies and soldiers waited with eyes on the gate, there was an air of celebration below. Someone had rolled a barrel of mead into the courtyard from the Herald’s Rest and tapped it. Mugs had passed from hand to hand, but the advisors had all abstained out of duty and decorum. Cullen thought Josephine might have benefited from a stiff drink; it was surely not visible from below, but she’d worried her quill to bits with nervous fingers. He could relate. It all felt too easy to be safe. They had thought themselves victorious before, hadn’t they? Haven yet lay half-buried under snow for his follies. 

If he had a choice, he would be pacing the gates below and waiting for her—for their return. Leliana’s messengers had been clear: the ruins had fallen, but the Inquisitor had climbed safely from the wreckage. She lived, she walked under her own power, and now he had only to wait. 

Cullen knew patience very well; he had learned it at the end of a blade and without countless repetitions. If necessary, he could call upon a dozen verses of the Chant to still his itchy fingers, his anxious feet. Maker willing, he would not need them. Maker willing, she would climb the hill and step through the gate any moment now. Any moment—

“Peace, Commander,” Leliana murmured. Cullen, who’d been tapping the hilt of his sword with increasing vigor, stilled his fingers. 

“She is near,” Leliana went on. She looked so impassive, only the faintest hint of a smile tucked into the corner of her mouth. “Only a few moments more.” 

“Truly?”Josephine asked, scribbling furiously. “Maker have mercy; I do not know if the catering will be ready. And the decor—”

“It will be fine, Josie,” Leliana murmured, stepping closer to her friend and resting a hand on the ambassador’s shoulder. “You’ll see.” 

“Are you certain that—” Cullen began in an undertone, but Leliana was already shaking her head. 

“Have you come to doubt me after so long, Commander?” she said, but she was still smiling. That was a good sign. He knew better than to anger their spymaster. 

Cullen gestured sharply, shaking his head. 

“Of course not! I only—”

The sound of horns cut off the end of the sentence, which was fortunate. Leliana knew precisely what he and Lavellan were to each other, but they had not acknowledged it publicly yet. It was a sign, perhaps, of how unsteady he felt that he hadn’t even considered less telling words. I only wish to see her again, to hold her safe—a sentiment that he felt keenly, but need not explain to Leliana. Neither Leliana nor anyone else here needed to hear such things. The only one who really needed to know was—

The Inquisitor strode into the courtyard below and their people erupted into cheers. Her armor was badly singed, but the burns showed worst in her hair. Her neat braids were gone. Instead, her hair fell in thick waves to her waist on the left. On the right, where her armor was most badly singed, it ended abruptly just above her elbow. Soot smudged her face and her gait was uneven. Her friends followed in her wake, each acknowledging the crowd in their way, but he did not look at them. His attention was entirely for her, assessing what little he could see from atop the stairs. 

It was useless. Cullen was too far to discern much more. He had to hold still instead, had to present the correct face for their people, but—was she hurt? Was she hiding some injury beneath the burn marks and the armor? What had killing Corypheus cost her beyond what he could see? Cullen knew all too well the cost of a fight, the toll it took on one’s mind. It was not something he wished her to understand as he did. 

This war had already cost her so much; what more had she lost this evening? 

When she rounded the stairs at last, Emmaera’s eyes found him first. Cullen needed little more assurance than that: she met his eyes, green to gold, and smiled. 

Well. Well, then. 

Cullen held his composure long enough to bow for her as the other advisors did, but then he had little choice but to let go. What did it matter if everyone here knew that he loved her? What did it matter if they saw how she opened her arms to him, how she tucked her face into his neck, how he returned the gesture without question or hesitation? 

“I am well,” she told him, half-laughing. The crowd roared even louder beneath them, but he could hear her clearly nevertheless. “All is well, Cullen. Creators, but I am glad to see you.”

“And I you,” he told her, careful not to hold too tightly even though he was loath to let go. When he’d embraced her, he’d tucked his nose just beneath her ear. Hidden under the smell of metal and blood and char, he caught the faintest hint of the oil she used in her hair. 

Lavender—sweet lavender and his love, safe and returned to him despite all the odds. 

And—it was finally, finally over.

[cookies-and-mirrors]

Prison of Stone and Flesh

Chapter Three

This is a collaborative fic between @cookiesupplier and @faceless-mirror.

Divider by @samspenandsword

Pairings: Chris x transfem!Vinny, Justin x transmasc!Ricky, Chris x Justin x Ryan, Chris x transmasc!Ricky, Ryan x ONBC, Ryan x transfem!Vinny, Ryan x transmasc!Ricky, Justin x transfem!Vinny

Triggerlist: transphobia, homophobia, abuse, SA, dubcon, religious trauma, past suicide attempts, mental health issues, grief. (To be added to)

Christopher, Justin, and Ryan are members of the Gargoyle Order, soldiers fighting in the angels war against the demonic supernatural evils of the world to protect human kind. Through the years they lost comrades and now just the three of them remain in their little town.

Now, Ricky and Vinny are moving into their church, stirring up old and new feelings, along with the past, posing the challenge of navigating this new chapter in their lives.

Can they all navigate this path successfully and break free of the prisons that is their lives of both stone and flesh, or will they all be trapped forever in a world that could prove to be a constant misery?

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Chapter Three

Ricky had enjoyed the evening cooking with Vinny, everything was perfect and a fair majority had been unpacked. His blue eyes looked her over, “Excited to start your coffee shop?” He questioned softly head tilted some when his hair fell out of his bun as he smiled at her tenderly.

She nodded, bright green eyes looking up at him, “Yes! I’ve been thinking about the menu- and I think I’m going to carry salads, sandwiches, and pastries. I really love the idea of roasting my own beans too but I wanna start easy on it. I’m gonna have the basics and then I’m going to experiment with different lattes-” she rambled her voice getting louder and louder as she practically vibrated in place. “What about you and the bar…? Coming up with some cocktails and figuring out what beers and wines you want to carry?”

“Absolutely. You know I have the experience for it. I definitely want to make grasshoppers regularly- but I was thinking about making some signature ones based off the Gargoyles and stuff… I’m gonna have a good selection of red wine and whiskey but I think I’m also going to carry a selection of mead-” he explained warmly to her just as excited with a timid but overjoyed smile on his lips. “It's hard to believe it's finally happening.”

Vinny nodded going a bit quiet her lips quirking some softly, eyes full of a mix of sorrow and heartache, “I know it’s not the easiest. You wanted them here so badly… but…” she swallowed and grabbed his hand lightly, squeezing lightly. “I know they’re proud of you- both of us.”

The elder nodded sadly, swallowing. His grandparents had passed a few months before. He felt guilt over using his inheritance to open the business and remodel the church. He still had plenty left… but he wished they were here instead. He knew it was silly. They both were older, his grandmother had passed before his grandfather who died of heart failure days later. Tears welled in his eyes remembering, eyes watering more and more. Vinny moved quickly to wrap her arms around him, holding his head to her chest. “I got you. I’m here. Let it out.”

Ryan, while he was here to keep watch over the Church, their home. It wasn’t much of a Church really, no longer a place of worship, to him, to them, it would always be a holy place. It was, after all, their home base, and they were warriors for the angels, warriors for heaven, and as such, this was holy ground, that was what mattered, right? Either way, he figured he could walk around, maybe wander the grounds a bit… see what their newest inhabitants were up to… not that he really needed to be all that close... Tilting his head and letting his senses reach out to listen in, Ryan felt himself deflate with Vinny’s words, wondering exactly what had happened with Ricky’s grandparents. He knew how much he loved them, how much they loved him.

Whispered words in Enochian fell from his lips, he knew to the mortals, even if they could hear him would hear nothing but gibberish, but he prayed for Ricky’s grandparents' souls. Wishing them safe passage on swift angel wings. Far better than becoming nothing but dust, which was what the likes of gargoyles had to look forward to when they were felled in battle by demons. Some think they ascend, others don't.. but Ryan.. no matter what the others try to tell him.. most days.. he just knows they turn to nothing but dust. Such was their fate.

Ricky was sobbing into Vinny’s chest, clinging to her like she was his lifeline as she pet his hair with tears in her eyes as she kissed his head. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here for you,” she murmured sniffling some. They had been her grandparents as well, taking her in without question when she had been kicked out. “They’re okay. They were amazing and wonderful.”

“I know- I kn…know… but I miss them. I miss them so much I can’t stand it, Vin. They were amazing, and so kind…I love them…” he whispered pulling Vinny onto his lap, still crying into her shoulder.

Vinny bit her lip for a moment, “Tell me about the signature drinks you wanna have on the menu-” she said after a moment, determined to distract him.

“W…wha-”

“What are the names you’ve come up with?” she said clearly.

“You don’t drink though-” he said confused, almost stunned by the demand.

“Just because I don’t do it often because of my alcoholic family, doesn’t mean I’m not going to help you run the bar.” she said firmly, “Just like you said you’d help me with the coffee shop. We’re in this together. We’re all we’ve got. We gotta support each other.”

The soft laugh that came from Rick filled the air lightly, and he smiled through his tears, telling her the drinks and his plan for testing them out and making them. That was one thing he adored about Vinny. She always knew how to snap him out of his sorrow and out of his thoughts with such ease. He would be lost if he didn’t have her.

Ryan couldn’t help but smirk a little. Christopher was going to have a coronary hearing about the bar plans more, not that he didn’t already know, but he did not really like the whole idea about alcohol and inebriation as a whole. It was safe to say, he wasn’t happy about the bar. Sacrificial wine was as close to drinking as the elder gargoyle ever really got, and that was only for blessings.

Hearing Vinny soothe Ricky, however, was something he admired. She used words and managed to bring him back from a spiral of emotional turmoil, in a way he hadn’t seen someone do in, in forever. Hold on to her Ricky, she was a good woman there, she’d treat you right, don’t be like other humans that took those around you for granted. They’d seen it too many times in the people that came into this Church, it was painful. Ricky wouldn’t though, he was always a good egg. 

Vinny pet his hair slowly, listening and committing every word to memory. “I think I can do that with some practice,” she answered warmly, playing with his long hair lovingly, twirling a lock of black hair between olive-toned fingers. “I think it’ll be fun… we can have a nice shop, and bar… and we can be happy and be ourselves… we can make them proud… I can name a coffee after them... and then they’ll always be around us... no matter what,” she promised, petting his cheek as he sighed contently, eyes fluttering softly as he melted into her. Food was long forgotten now as they cuddled awkwardly on the chair. 

“Princess… do you wanna sleep in the same bed tonight…?” he asked softly. “We don’t have to do anything. I just don’t want to be alone…” he breathed out gently, eyes fluttering as he breathed in her soft scent of lavender and honey. Beautiful… endearing… his best friend. His other half. His constant. 

She nodded slowly, smiling softly, “Yeah. I’d like that. Just us… wanna watch Gargoyles?” she asked out of the blue.

His laugh was much louder, “Yes- Yes please. I could totally go for watching Goliath dealing with angst.” he snorted, lovingly. He did truly love the show. It was his all-time favorite… maybe gargoyles and living in the church as a child rotted his brain somehow… maybe it was the religious trauma. Whatever it was… he was home. Here with his best friend and his gargoyles.

She giggled and got up, cleaning up the food. As soon as she was done, he was dragging her off giggling towards Ricky’s room. Getting comfy and curled up in the bed, the pair melted in delight, the classic show playing on the TV, savoring the gentle silence that filled the night. After so much change and all the work… the pair were exhausted, drifting off together with the show still playing.

Ryan, however, was still wide awake. Despite being semi-aware during the day in the stone, being in the stone, most of the days passed in a meditative state, even if today had been all kinds of something else. He sighed, reeling his senses back to himself as the pair planned their personal night together, not wanting to intrude on the rest of their private evening. Even if they were planning on not having to ‘do anything’ exactly, humans, from his experience, always seemed to gravitate a certain way when sharing a bed. 

That was until a simple question caught his attention and Vinny’s soft voice might as well have yelled it through the entire rafters up to the rectory…

Wanna watch Gargoyles?

There was a show, on their television, about gargoyles? Dammit.. Ryan was so tempted to walk right down there and ask if he could join in to watch.. But Christopher would have his head.. So instead he sat by the door and listened… just listened to what he could until it stopped because the pair had drifted off and whatever was playing came to an end… Damn. He wondered if they could get a TV in the rectory?

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As Fragile as a Brick wall

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It's me, pulling my ass out of writers block hell to stress write a chapter because everything in my life is in boxes and I hate it.

Chapter 6: You really thought asking her out to dinner was a good idea, huh bud?

Zhongli x Afab (fem pronoun) Reader

NSFW elements in later chapters

Multi-chapter, Royal AU, angst, mentions of death, eventual fluff, eventual smut, hurt/comfort (Wonderful header image made by the wonderful @ainescribe)

You had definitely cracked a rib.

The blooming bruise, the pain when you breathed in, moved too quickly, or gods help you, sneeze? It was a dead giveaway. 

You were no damsel though, funnily enough, your ex-fiance had once shown you how he went about bandaging himself up after a particularly rough tussle with the captain of his own guard. So with little time on your hands, that's what you do. Strapping your torso in a way that prevented too much movement, but was also easily enough hidden beneath your clothing for the evening.

Between your thigh and your rib, half of you didn’t particularly want to attend this dinner with the king…but there was a part of you, that scared, lonely teenager who had lost her rock to lean on, that needed to know.

You stubbornly hide your limp as you make your way to the dining room. When was the last time this room had even seen use? You weren’t too sure. Not since your mother had died… none of you could stomach being in the same room as one another lest insults begin to fly. 

Seems even Zhongli’s touch had blown away the dust and dreary that had long since settled here. Dingy greys are replaced with warm reds, rich golds and warm, soft velvets. The room was…inviting, for the first time in many years. The table is set for only two, it seems he wanted to speak with you in confidance, though you had somewhat hoped that your place would be at the opposite end of the table, no such luck. One place set at the head, and the other to the left. 

He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d ordered old favourites. Roasted duck and candied orange, root vegetables, stews, the kitchens freshest rolls and hand-churned butter, smells from your childhood that flood your senses and make you feel warm and soft. Zhongli looks up from the scroll he had been examining and smiles, warm, bright and hopeful. 

“I’ll admit…I’m surprised you came…” He murmurs as you slowly sink into your seat with a slow, quiet exhale from your nose; like hell you were about to show weakness, no matter how badly your torso throbbed beneath the bandages. “But I’m glad… You must have many questions.” 

“Well you’re certainly not wrong.” You grunt, occupying yourself by washing back a flagon of mead, hoping the drink would dull something, anything.

“Shall I start from the beginning?” He asks, his warm smile and kind gaze never once leaving you, even as he takes a bite of his dinner.

“Well, I’d assume that would be the logical option.” You know you’re being short with him…but considering, well, everything, you felt like you at least had that right.

Zhongli nods, taking another slow bite of his food.

“It was the day your father started torturing innocent civilians…” he begins, lacing his fingers together as he stares deeply into the cup of red wine before him, watching his reflection distort back at him. “I had known for many months at that point that your father had truly begun to lose himself…but that day…something in his eyes…any semblance of the man he used to be…gone.” “You say that as if my father was ever a good man.” you reply, trying to recall any fond memories you had of the man…scant after the birth of your twin brothers. “I never said he was…but there comes a point in one's life where you can learn to ignore some of the atrocities…but then he reached a point where I could no longer…” Zhongli sighs, “I began searching for ways to dethrone him peacefully…but anyone who could potentially hold such power was so afraid of his wrath…if not his, then his sons…even the archbishop proved useless; and I as one man could not overthrow him.” “So you left.” you spit “you abandoned your kingdom-” “I had not intended to.” He pushes, letting one hand fall to the table, lightly brushing against your own before you pull it away with a sharp look “An opportunity arose and I took it…but I had never intended to abandon the kingdom…abandon you like that, your highness.”

“Well you did.” You hiss quietly “you abandoned this kingdom and left us…all of us…to the hands of my father… Do you know how powerless I was? Once you left I was nothing but a bargaining chip!” You feel the way your ribs throb in your torso and you grit your teeth, taking no small amount of pleasure in the way his eyes widen, it was nice to see his facade crack now and then. 

“You left… and he got worse, because he didn’t have you here to keep any sort of lead on him.”

Zhongli’s gaze falls again, unable to look you in the face as he considers his response, clasping his fingers together and unclasping them again. 

“At the time…it seemed as if my presence was no longer doing anything to hold him back… He became…hungry for more power, hungry to show your brothers what they would inherit…What atrocities he would allow them to commit… But when he began declaring war on everyone who would even look his way..I knew things had gone too far… you should eat before your food goes cold.”

You blink at him, and then down at your food before shooting him a look, he smiles in return, but you can see a hint of sadness behind it, a change form the usual warmth…for the first time, Zhongli looks…tired. The longer you look at his face, the more you notice it, the faint bags beneath his eyes, the tired haze…had it always been there? 

“On the field during that battle…I came across Xiao…a young child who was never meant to be on the field…but his knight commander demanded it…he was beaten and abused…but he fought like a god… when I killed his previous commander…he immediately bent his knee to me… it wasn’t long after that I met Ganyu… Ganyu actually hails from the outskirts of Liyue, but she and a small group of people had already begun to band together to do something about the king…I saw this group as my chance…and so.. “

“So you left…” you mutter, pushing a roasted potato around your plate. Were you angry at him? Or at yourself for being angry at him? It was hard to tell.

Zhongli nods with a soft noise “I had…never intended to remain away as long as I did… but if I stood any chance at overthrowing him… I needed to make sure those who came with me could handle it…Xiao is an excellent fighter, but at the time he lacked control, he could lose himself easily… I am just…grateful that when the night of the siege came… my old guard still remembered me…and you were not here to witness it.”

“Oh, what? So you could have forced me to marry you then and there?” you scoff, stabbing at the potato you had been victimising. “Glad I was away playing dignitary in Sneznhaya with the Tsaritsa and her overbearing little prince?”

“I-I would not have forced you to marry-” Zhongli starts, but you interject, slamming both hands onto the table as you haul yourself from your seat to glare daggers down at him.

“So you would hold my twin brothers hostage and trade them for my hand instead!?” You holler, dignity and grace be damned. “You knew I never once cared for their existence and yet you somehow thought I cared enough to trade myself for their freedom when you know damn well they never would have done the same.”

“I…I know.” he sighs, he remains where he is, staring up at you with amber eyes swimming with so many different emotions it’s hard to read. Regret? Grief? Sadness? “I will admit…I had, as Ganyu called it…an inflated ego-”

You snort a howling laugh, it was all you could do to keep the tears of pain at bay, even if you couldn’t quite pinpoint if it was physical or emotional pain that was making your eyes sting. “I’ll say! I’m sure I made such a wonderful impression, slicing those traitors heads right there on your brand new carpet.”

“You are angry-” “Angry? …Angry!?” You devolve into full on shouting, shouting loud enough that any attendants manning the doors eyes widen and they quickly shuffle from the room. “You have some fucking gall, your majesty.” you spit at him “thinking you could manipulate me into marrying you after you take the kingdom by force.” 

“I never wanted to manipulate you.” Zhongli rasps, actually shrinking back at the sheer force of your rage. “That was never my intention…”

“Then what was Zhongli!?” You seethe “You got what you wanted, the kingdom was yours, I never needed to be a part of your ideal! So why!?”

His next words fall from his lips without hesitation, his resolve strong as stone as he looks into your fiery gaze.

“Because I had made peace with my feelings for you many years ago, because I wanted to share this victory with you.”

“Wh-”

You blink and step back. It takes a moment to process, and when the words finally settle into your skin, they don't feel right. Too sincere, too honest.

Too true.

“Don't lie to me-” you rasp, but Zhongli shakes his head softly.

“I am not.” He tells you simply “Is it really all that surprising that after all the years I spent with you as your appointed knight did not culminate in my feelings towards you becoming more than just that? Your mother tried so very hard to keep you safe from the harsh hand of your father…and when she passed, I took that role without hesitation…because your smile was all I wanted.”

“S-stop it-” 

“If it were not for the fact your father already had plans, I would have asked him for your hand many years ago.”

“S-shut up!”

“You deserve to be a queen.” He presses, slowly rising to stand as you take a step back, emotionally? You had no idea where you were, why you were; but you needed to get away from him. “If anyone deserved to inherit this kingdom it was you.” 

No, nope, nuh-uh. You couldn’t take that…sincere look in his eyes. You hated him, you hated him for leaving, you somehow hated him even more for coming back. You hated his handsome face and his silky hair and his pretty eyes. You hated it.

Didn’t you?

“I know you do not trust me. Not after all I have done…but please…little love…let me earn it back from you…let me prove myself to you, like I did when I was assigned as your knight.”

Little love.

You hadn’t heard that name since your mother had died.

Words refuse to form on your tongue, you can’t think straight. Your ribs and leg are throbbing and he offers you his hand. You hated him.

You also happen to hate how the edges of your vision are beginning to blur, and how short your breath was becoming. Perhaps you had tied the bandages a little too tight, and only made them worse with your sudden movements.

You hate how Zhongli’s brow creases in concern. “Are you alright? You look whiter than a ghost-” his words are cut off when you take a step away and your knee buckles. Just like when you had fallen from the tree earlier in the day, he’s there to catch you, strong, but gentle arms wrap around you as you feel your world fading off for a short while, Zhongli’s wide, amber pools being the last thing you see.

At least he looked scared.

Serves him right.

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Poll time!

I just sorted through my writing and found surprisingly many finished and unposted fics so I thought I'd make a fancy poll ;) All the fics are summarized below!

The Red Princess: 2k, drabble, AU in a 1920s brothel where a young Bucky is working as a bouncer.

Patching up Wounds: 1.6k, drabble, Nat gets badly hurt and Bucky has to stitch her back together, very emotional. (Might have to figure out a better title)

A room for three: close to 3k, Clint has to spend a lengthy stakeout with Bucky and Nat. Not as awkward as he feared but kind of personal.

If I remember correctly: 10k, Natasha just wants a normal relationship with Bucky who's avoiding her like the plague. (Might have to figure out a better title)

Asgardian mead: 14k. Read a fic (can't remember the title or author, sorry) about Bucky and Nat waking up in bed together after getting hammered with Asgardian mead. That but incredibly angsty and somehow with, I kid you not, erectile dysfunction.

Only us and the snow: 11k, cabin fic, Red Room era, getting snowed in on a mission, smut.

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But Papa! Why? Chapter 54

This workday felt like it would never end, but finally, Cora could walk out of the office. Robert would go out with John for a couple of drinks, he invited her. But Cora knew he only offered because he felt obligated, she also wanted him to have an evening with John. He needed to keep doing things with his friends, without her being included. And she was on a mission, one that she could not tell him, but she also did not want to tell him.

It took a while before the door was opened. “Hello Mead” Cora greeted Rosamund’s butler.

“Good afternoon Miss Levinson. Mrs. Painswick did not inform me you were coming?”

“That is correct. She does not know I am here, is she here?”

Cora saw Mead’s hesitation. “Can I please come in?” She asked before Mead could turn her down. “Blame me, when she questions why you let me inside.”

To Cora’s relief, Mead stepped aside. “She is in the sunroom miss.”

Cora nodded and walked on. She heard calm classical music coming from the sunroom. Rosamund was sitting in one of the big arm chairs in front of the big window, reading a book.

Cora stood still for a couple of moments, watching how peaceful Rosamund looked. She almost turned around, but she was here for a reason. She cleared her throat, which made Rosamund shook up.

“Cora?” Rosamund exclaimed. “I did not know you were coming. Did Mead let you in?”

“I insisted, so you can only blame me.” Cora stepped closer. “I am sorry to disturb you without notice.”

“That is alright. You are my sister-in-law, you do not need an appointment.” Rosamund smiled.

“Still it is decent to announce when I want to come by. I only came up with this idea this afternoon and could not wait to tell you, or more like asking you.”

“Oh.” Rosamund put her book down next to her with a bookmark in between the pages. “Well, share your thoughts with me please, this sounds exciting.”

Cora was taken aback by Rosamund’s enthusiasm. She was not sure she would stay like this after she told her about her plan. But she needed Rosamund to make it a success. “I am not sure how much you have heard during the rehearsal dinner.”

“I think I heard enough.” Rosamund interrupted. “It made me fall on my knees in gratefulness that Marmaduke and I could withstand Mother in all her plans. She embarrassed you, and I am sorry about that.”

Cora felt her cheeks colour. She had indeed been embarrassed, especially since there had been other people present, that she did not know that well. “Unfortunately Robert does not have a backbone when it comes to your mother.” She felt her cheeks even blush more when she said those words. She did not like to talk badly about Violet or Robert towards Rosamund.

“He will always be a mommy’s boy.”

Suddenly Cora realised she was not being fair. “Robert did stood up in the end when your mother told us about all the people she invited.”

“Finally, it took him long enough to realise he can make his own decisions. But, I do not think you are here to complain about your boyfriend or my mama.”

Cora chuckled when Rosamund called Robert her boyfriend. He was, but it sounded funny. “Since your mother pointed out that I do not know how etiquettes work, I feel like I need to improve myself.”

“Oh no, do not tell me that Mama made you insecure about yourself.”

“She has done that from the moment I met her,” Cora added. “But maybe she has a point in this case. I do not know the etiquette of this country. My Mama has never cared about etiquette. We learned how to eat with a knife and a fork, but that is as far as it goes. I would love to surprise Robert with this.”

Rosamund looked at her with raised eyebrows. “With what? Are you going to that course Mama has booked for you?”

“No, not exactly. At least not when you agree with my idea.”

“Come forward with it then, you have been beating around the bush long enough.”

“I thought you could teach me a thing or two. Or maybe I can ask Mead to help me. He must know about all the rules.”

“He knows them even better than I do.” Rosamund smiled. “We will ask him and then we will stun Mama and my dear brother.”

Cora was very pleased when she saw how Rosamund’s eyes twinkled. She made the right decision. She had been contemplating how to involve Rosamund more in her wedding without making it too hard for her and this seemed to be the right way.

“Thank you for doing this. I know I do not have to conform to your mother’s standards, but you and Robert are raised with them, so I should try to adapt.”

“You have adapted enough. It is time they adapt to you.”

“Robert did adapt, he has changed for me.”

“Like you have changed for him. That is what happens in a good relationship. You will bend towards each other without losing yourself in that process. In a healthy relationship, you will find common ground. You will find battlefields, those are a lot of fun to overcome. Especially the moment after you found each other again. Nothing better than having a good fight and finding yourself in his arms after that fight. Marmaduke was at his best when he was at fault in the argument and he came to make up with me.”

Cora felt her heart skip a beat when Rosamund mentioned his name. She was never sure if she could talk about him.

“Marmaduke had literal heart-shaped eyes when he was looking at you,” Cora added carefully.

“I know he loved me very much and I cherish that forever. I was lucky to have known real love. I told you this before.” Rosamund smiled at Cora. “It is good to be able to talk about Marmaduke, this way we will never forget about him.”

“How can we forget your wonderful Marmaduke?” Cora said with a genuine smile on her face.

“I can see that you and Robert have the same kind of real love. You two are meant to be and I cannot wait to welcome some nieces and nephews.”

Cora was startled by that comment. She had not even told Robert that she was overdue. And she was not sure she was pregnant. Without realising her hand went to her abdomen.

“But first you two should enjoy your time together. You are young and there is no rush in having little ones. So many adventures lay ahead of you my darling sis.” Rosamund said when she saw the shock on Cora’s face. “Now let us find Mead and start with the first lessons.”

Cora followed Rosamund, it amazed her that they were going to search instead of ringing for Mead. She brushed with her hand over her abdomen again, Rosamund had said there was enough time left and that they should go on some adventures first. But she would not mind if there was a little one growing inside of her. Even though she was still taking the pill, she had been ill a couple of weeks ago. A bad stomach flu had made her throw up a couple of times. That could affect the pill’s effectiveness. Robert had not been turned off, even though she had been puking her guts out just a couple of hours before.

It would not even matter for her dress, in the next 4 weeks, she would not show yet. She should take a test tomorrow to be sure. Her feelings were conflicted, she would welcome a little one with open arms, but at the same time, she agreed with Rosamund that she should enjoy her time together with Robert for some time. Making memories together.

“Are you alright?” Rosamund’s voice sounded.

Cora shook up from her pondering. “I am sorry, I was miles away.”

“Dreaming about that romantic honeymoon you have planned with Robert?” Rosamund winked. “You will have to focus on the now for a bit, Mead is willing to teach you a thing or two. And I will join you, we will shock Mama with our perfect etiquette.”

+++

“Another round?” John held up his glass towards Robert.

Robert looked at it and shook his head. “I have a better idea. They have an excellent whiskey selection in this place, so why do we not switch to something really tasty instead of these Lagers?”

John looked at him with hesitation. His budget was not as big as Robert’s was and he wanted to take Anna for a weekend away soon.

Robert saw his hesitation and realised that whiskey was not something that was in John’s budget. “My treat.” He said resolutely. “I need to treat my best man and this is the best way I can think of tonight. So what do you say about a Macallan 1979.”

John’s eyes grew big, he knew how expensive that one was and he could not except that.

“Oh come on,” Robert whined when he saw John wanted to decline. “I want to have a fun evening and treat my dear friend. Let me buy you a nice whisky or two.”

He got a decent salary for his work and Robert did make sure he got some extra each month. A couple of months ago, he found some hotel vouchers in his briefcase. Robert must have slipped them in there. He had taken Anna out for a romantic night away in a hotel, that they would never be able to afford on their own. Anna had, like he also always did, protested about this generosity, but he had told her that Robert would not accept a no from them. And the vouchers were already purchased, it would be a waste of money, if they did not use them.

John looked up when Robert walked back to the table. The glasses were filled with a wonderful amber-coloured liquid in them. Robert had asked for doubles. It had to be wonderful, to be able to spend money without thinking about it. This whisky was top-notch, and doubles in a bar cost a fortune. Robert sat down and raised his glass.

“To a wonderful friendship and many years to come.”

John raised his glass and cheered with him. He saw a twinkle in Robert’s eye and knew he would be bringing him home tonight. Should he text Cora to warn her? He decided not to, but keep an eye on his alcohol intake.

+++

‘And it’s no, nay, never

no, nay never no more

will I play the wild rover

no never no more‘

“Ssst, stop singing. You are waking up the whole building.”

“Nah, I am not. Where is Cora?”

John grabbed Robert’s arm when he lost his balance. “She is probably in bed already, it is late.”

“She cannot be, she has to welcome me home. He started singing again ‘I’ll go home to my parents, confess what I’ve done’

They reached the door to Cora’s apartment, and John opened the door. “Ssst” He sussed again when he saw that the house was dark. “You need to be quiet now.” John had tried to stop him, but Robert kept ordering double whiskeys. He pushed Robert inside the hallway and closed the door behind them. He would help Robert to the sofa so that he could sleep off his intoxication. He did not want to walk into the bedroom while Cora was sleeping there.

‘and I’ll ask them to pardon their prodigal son’ Robert kept singing.

“Robert!” Cora’s voice sounded. She appeared in the living room with her nightgown wrapped around her. John was surprised by her looks, even when sleepy, she was a gorgeous woman. Her hair was down in a braid, that had tried to come undone. Her soft skin was glowing from the moonlight that came through the windows. He understood why Robert was so enchanted by her.

“I am sorry to bring him home in such a state.” John said, while still trying to get Robert to walk towards the sofa.

“When he drinks, you cannot stop him,” Cora said, in a reassuring tone. “Can you help me get him in bed? Once he sits down here, I will not be able to get him up and move to the bed.”

“I thought it would be best if he slept here,” John said while waiting with Robert who was hanging on his shoulder.

Robert suddenly clocked that Cora was standing nearby. He launched himself forward and stumbled against her. ‘and when they’ve caressed me’ he still tried to sing his song.

Cora raised her arms to catch him, which made her nightgown slide open and show a part of her bare skin.

Robert’s eyes grew and he made a low rumbling sound. ‘as oft times before. I never will play the wild rover no more’ While he finished his song, he grabbed Cora’s breasts and crashed his mouth in her neck to kiss her skin.

Cora looked apologetically and helplessly at John. With her eyes pleading with him to help her out.

Trying not to look, John stepped closer and pulled Robert backwards.

“He, that is my wife and I can kiss her when I want. You cannot kiss her.” He slurred.

John ignored his words and pushed him towards the bedroom. Cora hurried in front of them to open the door. She pulled the duvet open en waited for Robert to sit down on the bed. She kneeled down to take of his shoes.

“You beautiful wife.” Robert tried to make a normal sentence while trying to raise Cora’s head.

Cora ignored him and took off his socks. She got up and took off his belt.

“You, me, together.” Robert’s words were almost inaudible.

John lifted Robert back on his feet, so Cora could slide down his trousers.

“Hé, she mine.” Robert said angrily when John helped him to his feet.

John also ignored him and looked at Cora. “Do you need more help?”

“I will only take off his dress shirt and then we will let him sleep.”

“Sleep?” Robert said surprised. “No sleep, fun.”

Cora surprised a chuckle. Robert sounded adorable, he was trying to make sentences, and he probably thought he was making normal conversation.

She pushed on his shoulders so he sat down again.

John stepped back. “Good night, I will see you on Monday in the office.”

“Yes see you on Monday. Happy weekend and thank you for getting him home safely.”

She turned towards Robert again and helped him lay down. He did not protest anymore and as soon as his head hit the pillow he was snoring. Cora kissed his cheek. “Sleep tight darling. Glad you had fun tonight.”

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Day 20 - Jackpot

Jackpot

‘Gotta win big, gotta win big, gotta win big.’ Jasmine thought to herself as the wheel on the roulette table spun.

Her forehead was sweating profusely, creating a noticeable sheen that reflected off her caramel skin and leaving stains on her cheap, checkerboard leisure suit. The gold finish on her cheap, fake jewelry was smudging against her wrists and phalanges. Jasmine pulled on her collar, her heart racing as her eyes refused to leave the rapid spin of the roulette ball.

She had spent all day gambling at every joint in vegas. She played blackjack, Texas hold’em, slot machines, darts, anything it took to get all that money. She needed the money badly. She wasn’t in debt, but the woman she loved was. Jasmine had a big crush on this Mormon girl, she had come into town and lost all of her savings. Vegas is a city of sink or swim and she sank.

When the mob got a hold of Jane, the Mormon girl, they weren't too pleased that she didn’t have the money. So, they gave her two options; either go on a permanent scuba trip to lake mead, or get all dolled up and escort some “esteemed guests” to their hotel rooms. Jane chose the latter.

Jasmine had seen Jane the previous week, all naive and wide eyed and ready to take on the world. Just one glance at how Jane looked this morning was all Jasmine needed to get the full story. She saw Jane’s thousand eye stare and immediately realized what had happened and knew she just had to save her.

That’s why she spent all day doing this, why she’s taking a big bet at the roulette table to double-or-nothing her earnings.That’s why she needs to win big.

As the ever spinning ball of the roulette table finally came to a close, it landed on red 23, Jasmine’s number. 

Jasmine screeched in celebration at her win, practically jumping in the air as she dramatically swung her fist in the air. “OH HELL YEAH!” she roared, the jitters of watching the ball all this time finally leaving her system.

She cashed in all of her chips, her high stakes winnings coming in a silver briefcase as courtesy of the casino.

She saw the mob boss, Don Dom Gallo, over by the poker table. Jasmine fiercely gripped the silver handle, her legs stomping across the busy room of waiters, dealers and either excited or stressed gamblers. 

Don Dom Gallo was a highly respected man in the Las Vegas strip. Perhaps more feared than respected, but he wasn’t the kind of guy that people felt safe getting near. Yet Jasmine stormed right up to him and shoved the briefcase into his chest.

Jasmine let out a big huff and puff as she stared daggers at the mobster. “I got the money. You better let her go, now!”

“Hey Hey, what’s the big idea over here?” Gallo asked, his sarcastic tone and beady eyes made it clear, he wanted to know who this woman thought she was to do that to him. He wore a tight black suit and slicked back hair, looking like a real jackass, but it never mattered what he looked like, because he had the money to do something about it if someone said something he didn’t like.

“You know what the big idea is. We spoke about this this morning. I want to buy Jane’s contract.” She said with a stern tone.

“Forget it, she’s not for sale.” He said, trying to brush her off.

“Fucking excuse me!” Jasmine barked. 

“I said, she’s not for sale.” Gallo repeated. “I changed my mind. It happens sometimes.”

“I am not leaving here without her.”

Gallo rolled his eyes and shrugged, “Fine…” He then snapped his fingers and Jane quickly arrived. The girl who looked rather plain last week was now in a sparkly black dress with a thick coat of makeup plastered all over her face. 

“Yes?” Jane asked.

Gallo pointed over to Jasmine, “She’s your boss now. Go with her and make sure she gets home safe.”

Jane looked at Jasmine and then looked back to the Dom, before finally grabbing Jasmine’s hand, running out the casino doors and jumping into her convertible together.

As Jasmine drove and drove outside the city limits, she had a big smile on her face, happy to have beaten the mob.

But Jane looked uncomfortable, telling her, “Hey, park the car. My kidneys feel like they’re about to explode.”

Jasmine noded, parking her car at the side of the road, surrounded by miles and miles of dirt in all directions. 

As Jane walked behind a rock and kneeled to do her business, she took out a tiny pistol that was hidden between her breasts and shot Jasmine right in the throat.

Unable to speak, Jasmine held her hand against her neck, trying to keep the blood from pouring out of her.

Jane walked closer, pointing the gun at the gambler. “I don’t know what sort of perverted sex fantasies you had in that twisted mind of yours, but there’s no way I’d go over to be your slave or lover or whatever the hell you expected. You’re a stranger, a nobody! At least with The Don, I have somebody looking out for me. I get to move up in the world, not live in lord knows what hell hole with a loser like you.”

The ungrateful brat kicked sand into Jasmine’s eyes as she watched the gamble slowly die from internal bleeding.

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Accidental Snacker

Summary: Movie Night with the Avengers. What happens when Steve eats something he shouldn't have?

Warnings: Discussion of drug use, drug use, accidental drug use, discussions of sex, allusions to sex. 18+ blog. Minors DNI.

There was a common misconception when it came to super soldiers. Peggy had told Steve in the 1940’s that Dr. Erskine believed he wouldn’t be able to get drunk. His cells would regenerate too fast for him to get effectively drunk. And while, yes, that was true to an extent, they hadn’t accounted for other, stronger substances. Steve knew from first hand experience that Asgardian mead was able to get him at least tipsy, drunk if he really wanted to push it. He knew that an especially large dose of tranquilizer could knock him out for a time if necessary. Ridiculous sounding, yes, but true nonetheless. It’s not that substances didn’t work on him, they were just necessary to be at such high doses for it to affect him. 

To be honest, he envied you. You were able to take pain relief when you ached, get tipsy with a reasonable amount of alcohol and even get high smoking a joint with Natasha and Clint. He had acted disappointed but in reality, he was insanely jealous. This job was stressful on all of you. The pressures of constantly watching for the next threat could wear anyone down. He longed to feel as carefree and relaxed as you did in that moment, but it just wouldn’t be possible. He was your boyfriend, not your parent. So he just let you three have your fun and didn’t say anything else about it. 

It was movie night and the rest of the team were late coming back from a mission. Steve had stayed behind, recovering from a badly torn hamstring. He hated not being there with the team but had confidence in you all and Clint had let him know that the mission went well and they were on their way back. He had decided to make movie night special and had gone out of his way to have everyone's favorite snacks laid out. He had pulled out some of your favorites but had also gotten the idea to grab the bag of gummies you hid in your shared room. It wasn’t uncommon for the group to hide their favorite snacks, food stealing being rampant in the group. So as he pulled them out, he felt like sneaking a few himself, wanting to see what was so special about them. He popped a few in his mouth and enjoyed the sour and sweet taste of them. As he walked back to the living room, he grabbed another large handful and quickly shoved them in his mouth, hearing the quinjet land and not wanting to get caught stealing your snacks. He quickly placed the bag in your bowl of popcorn and sat it down on your couch cushion. As the team filed in, everyone thanked Steve for setting up movie night and for taking the time to pick up their favorite snacks. Everyone started to take their seats and before you could sit down, Clint was letting out the biggest laugh you had ever heard from him.

“What’s got you so worked up?” You questioned him as you moved around to sit on the couch.

Trying to catch his breath from laughing he finally pointed to your bowl. “Looks like you got an extra special snack in your bowl.”

You looked over at your snack bowl and your eyes widened. In it was your bag of weed gummies. Your face instantly reddened and your mouth fell open.

“Steve! What are those doing out here?” You turned to him and the look of confusion on his face made you instantly realize that he had no idea what they were or what was going on.

“They’re one of the snacks you keep in the room so I guessed they were one of your favorites. They’re pretty good. Do you not like them?”

At Steve’s words, Clint laughed even harder and Steve started to get frustrated at his laughing at him, especially because he still wasn’t sure why.

“Steve, baby, those are weed edibles. You ate one?”

A look of realization washed over Steve’s face. He shook his head no slowly while looking you in the face with a look of concern. For a moment, you were relieved but then realized why he was looking concerned.

“Did…did you eat more than one?” You asked him cautiously. He nodded his head yes.

“How many, baby? How many did you eat?”

“I don’t know.” He answered truthfully. “A couple handfuls at least. How many are you supposed to eat?”

“Oh god, baby! I eat a half of one, a whole one at most and that usually does me in. These are extra strong ones.”

You looked at him for a moment and then busted out laughing. The whole scenario was ridiculous and you knew no one outside of this room would ever believe this scenario. You, the darling of the public, the Angel of the Avengers, had gotten America’s Golden Boy high. Or at least he would be soon.

“Y/N it’s not funny.” He tried to say sternly but a small smile crept up on his face. “What am I gonna do?”

Tony walked up behind him and slapped him on the back. “What else can you do? You just gotta ride that high, Captain Cannabis.” 

Steve rolled his eyes at the nickname but understood that there really was nothing he could do but wait it out.

Natasha sat down and started the movie. “Oh this is gonna fuck with you Steve.” They looked at the opening credit and realized that tonight's movie was The Matrix. You knew it was one that could be a bit of a mind-fuck on a good day, let alone with a Super soldier who has never been high before. You realized you were going to be doing more babysitting than watching tonight and you laughed softly at the thought. 

“Here, share a blanket with me.” You pulled the blanket down off the back of the loveseat and cuddled into his arms. 

He leaned down to whisper into your ear. “Am I going to freak out? I don’t wanna hurt you or anyone else?”

You leaned your head back and whispered back to him. “No, sweetheart. Your body will relax a lot and your brain will go a bit hazy. You’ll focus really hard on the movie and you're going to feel like everything that is going on is amazing and brand new. You’ll probably ‘peak’ in about an hour or so and then a slow come down. It’s meant to be enjoyable but I can understand that being your first time may be scary. You may feel a bit overwhelmed at moments but you just have to remember that I am here with you and that you’re safe.” You kiss the underside of his jaw and see the goosebumps that raise there before you snuggle back into his arms to watch the movie. 

You kept a close watch on him throughout the movie, definitely noticing when they started to really kick in. There was a moment in the film when Neo stopped all the bullets and you would have thought that Steve’s eyes were saucers for how big they were. He was so drawn into the moment. When the movie was over, you could tell that he was still flying high so you walked him back to your bedroom and helped him get in bed. You caressed his face and kissed him sweetly. 

“I’m gonna go help clean up. I’ll be back in a bit to check on you. Okay?”

“Yeah, Yeah.” He said to you, trying to hold you there longer. He loved the feeling you gave him when you caressed his face and arms and didn’t want it to stop.

“Baby, I need to go help clean up. I will be back in just a bit.” He finally let you go and slumped onto the bed, staring at his hand while he laid there. You chuckled as you walked out.

About 20 minutes later, you made your way back into the room and saw that he had passed out completely. Of course, he was lying diagonally on the bed and taking up about as much room as possible. You knew that he was dead weight and you wouldn’t be able to move him so you just laid between his legs and rested yourself on his stomach and chest, falling asleep quickly.

The next morning, you woke up with his fingers caressing down your spine, his rough warm fingertips a stark contrast to your soft skin. You hadn’t spoken but he felt you wake up. You nuzzled your head into his chest more and kissed his ribs before giving him a sleepy, “Good morning.” 

“Why am I not hungover? I thought for sure I would feel awful this morning but I honestly feel great.”

You laughed softly at that, placing both arms on his chest and resting your head on them, looking up to see him smile down at you.

“One of the many advantages of weed over alcohol. No real hangovers. Or at least not very often.” He hummed in response to that. “So how’s it feel being an official pothead?” You teased him and he snorted a laugh before poking you in your side, knowing just how ticklish you were. 

“Very funny. But honestly. It was pretty great. I don’t think I've felt so relaxed in…well…ever.”

You smiled at him and kissed his ribs again, hearing the slight grunt he let out as he tried to keep his desires in check. 

“If you think you felt relaxed last night, we should try sex while high. It is…next level. You feel every touch so intensely and time seems to stand still.” You could feel his cock twitch under you at just the mention of sex.

“Ummm… why didn’t we try that last night?!?” He questions you indignantly.

“Because you were already high and accidentally too. Something like that needs us both to agree to it ahead of time.” He nodded in understanding and agreement. “Besides, what do you take me for, sir? Someone who would take advantage of poor innocent you?” You teased him some more.

He quickly flipped you over, laughing at the sudden movement and knowing that you had riled him up.

“Innocent, huh?” He ground his cock over your center and caressed your neck and jaw with his nose. “We may not be high this morning, but I bet that I can make you…how did you say it? ‘feel every touch so intensely’?” Your back arched as he continued to add friction to your increasingly aroused core. “Yeah, I bet I can make time seem to stand still for you as well.” He spent the rest of the morning doing just that.

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I don’t have any artworks in progress right now surprisingly. I am still writing my novel (slowly but surely) I have never posted any writing on here so…here’s me being brave xD

This is the opening draft to my book :)

The ballroom was bustling with noise. Glasses clinked on glass while nobles chattered away about extravagant wealth. Their flashy jewels and adornments shimmered under the large crystal hung chandelier. Melancholy melodies played through the gramophone all the while snarls and growls came from the beasts that argued at the dining tables.

They always bicker about something.

Mira silently grumbled to herself. She was no stranger to these so called ‘elegant’ dinner parties that were thrown at the most outlandish manors on this side of Eliphias. In fact, she found herself parading around crowds of gaudily dressed bureaucrats at least once or twice in a week. Maybe even three times, considering how badly they wanted to brag and boast around each other lately.

She could use a stronger glass of champagne.

“Would you like a refreshment?”

Right on schedule.

A tall, hairy butler paraded beside her. His long thick hair was pulled back in a knot at the base of his skull, facial hair was neatly kept, while it even appeared that he trimmed the patches of wiry hair on the tops of his hands. They usually never went to such ‘bodily maintenance’. Mira looked down at the silver platter in his claws. A crystal decanter full of a golden-brown liquid and two goblets of a dark red.

“Pig’s blood and bone mead. The lady’s favorite.”

Mira summoned a polite smile, “No, thank you”. Werewolves. She rolled her eyes with a sigh. They weren’t the worst company to be in, but her enjoyment didn’t matter at the moment. She was here on a job, and she needed to devise a plan. The art of thievery was nothing short of natural to her. Nearly thirty years in the trade and it makes sense for one to be quite the expert on slinking around while putting on the façade of an average everyday citizen just enthused to be in the company of so-called elegance.

It wasn’t precious jewels or extravagant heirlooms that this thief was after. No, it was something much more valuable than that. Monsters in this land did not value gold like humans do, even if their pocketbooks flourished and they had enough to share with every soul in this world. They owned businesses and ruled kingdoms. They were at the top of the hierarchy chain. A few lost coins or trinkets did not matter in the slightest when it came to the beast’s worth. So, what was?

[chieftyphoonchaos]

Why anyway?

Attention: Spoilers "Mission Imbosible Dead Reckonink part One.....

Are you guys really serious about this Christopher McQuarrie and Tom Cruise????Seriues????

Is this the way to point the rising star and top actress Ferguson and her amazing character Ilsa to the exit of the M.I. franschise?😭….Could you really not think of a better farewell for her?

Did Rebecca herself ask to be written out of the franschise ?,since this double episode does not mean the end of the series and thus there are still going to be M.I. movies in the future according to Christopher McQuarrie and Tom Cruise.Now that Ferguson also has other roles to tackle in films and series"Dune" en "Silo"where there will be a second season of it, I can imagine our Swedish beauty being too busy to play the role of Ilsa in M.I. anymore.Or did Rebecca not ask for this at all?

Was your inspiration already running out with her character or do you think with the arrival of Hayley Atwell her Grace that Ilsa's role was played out in the franschise?

Otherwise, from the previous film "Falout," it looked very much like Ilsa was going to join the IMF now that she had surrendered her "license to kill" to MI6 exchanged for a "license to love" for her and Ethan❤️

They completed the story of Ethan's previous great love who was also his wife,Julia Meade-Hunt (Michelle Monaghan) , especially for this purpose and even had her and Ethan separated from each other because they wanted to use the genie that Cruise and Ferguson radiated toward each other toward the next films.Why did you put all that effort back then only to make it all worthless in this film,all that effort for nothing???

So did you guys just suddenly change your mind when Hayley Atwell could join the new film because Christopher McQuarrie had wanted her for years and Tom Cruise and Atwell even had a relationship with each other for a short time.Maybe they thought Atwell was a suitable or better replacement for Ferguson in terms of love interest for Tom's spy?

And what's the point of her death for in the story?To make Ethan suffer or even more motivate to kill Gabriel?As if Ethan wouldn't have had a good reason to want to kill him before that.He killed his first great love Marie in the past(Mariela Garriga) and is a great danger to his friends and lover so her death really made no difference in that?

The James Bond Franschise was heavily criticized precisely because in the earlier 007 films women were killed before to motivate James to take out the villain,which was woman-unfriendly to many now and now M.I. would indulge in these practices as well?

Or are you telling a big lie and Ilsa didn't really die in the movie? At the beginning of the movie, after Ethan came to her aid in the desert, it seemed at first that she was dead, which fortunately she was not, and then Ethan asked her to stay dead to the outside world.After Ethan found out that Gabriel,his old dangerous sadistic enemy was back on the scene,he probably prepared Ilsa for that in order to deceive him since he knew that she might not be able to stand up to him individually and Ilsa put a bag of fake blood in her blouse to make it look like she was mortally wounded and then played it well so Gabriel thought he had killed her?

We didn't really see Ilsa die in her last shot,only wounded or mortally wounded in Ethan's hands and it may be feigned comedy to deceive Gabriel.Or even if he really stabbed her that doesn't mean she died from that,she may also be badly wounded and that's why she and Ethan decided to let the outside world think she is really dead so Ilsa can recover from her wounds secretly and dead to the outside world safely and well.

The character of Pom Klementieff who plays Paris here was also stabbed at the end of the film by Gabriel and was also badly wounded but apparently her character is going to survive because she participates in the sequel,even though I myself thought she was dying, so why not do the same with Ilsa???

We are watching a "Mission Imbosible" movie where great deception occurs several times,so it is certainly not impossible.I'm not 100% convinced that Ilsa is really dead until I've seen the sequel or Christopher McQuarrie and Rebecca themselves officially confirm it, so who knows, maybe they want us to believe that she died so we'll be surprised when she reappears next year in a secret smaller role and for the last time in this franchise.That e.g. James Bond in NTTD had a daughter in the movie 2 years ago,was also a big secret that they managed to keep hidden from most so who knows also that this theory of Ilsa could be true or at least I hope so from my heart.

Because Rebecca Ferguson and her Ilsa Faust deserve a much better ending than this anyway.His and her character have taken the franchise to a much higher levela,her dynamism and acting talent that she exuded was top levela that not many are going to be able to match and with all due respect to Hayley Atwell and Pom Klementieff(especially of Pom I am a fan)but they are never going to reach that levela that Rebecca had!

So McQuarrie and Cruise,rectify this major blunder of this film if you can because for the last time:Ferguson and her Ilsa deserved much better than this brutal murder and I fear even a lot of fans for the future M.I. would drop out otherwise.

And otherwise I'll send her father to you,you can go explain to him what the senario for his daughter in the movie is about

How dare you write such a senario for her Christopher McQuarrie,die, die………!!!!

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