#i'll keep that ask pinned as long as it's funny and you know what it still is

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what a good day to remember how much i love jyn erso (my little girlboss princess) 🥰

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Hi, I was wondering if I can ask a request for Eddie Diaz x Female Paramedic Reader smut, where they both can't keep their hands of each other and in means of finding a private place end up in the back seat of Eddie's pick up truck and do some 'things'. I am just dying for some soft Dom! Eddie Diaz smut, thank you.

Yes, yes! Thursday’s episode, I could keep my eyes off him! What a beautiful man!

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) slight dom!eddie

“You’re so pretty,” Eddie tells you as he lies on top of you in the back seat of his truck. His hand travels up your thigh and gives it a soft squeeze as his lips find yours once again.

This has become something you've done almost every single night after your shifts. Since you want to keep what's going on between the two of you a secret, you always end up meeting in a random parking lot when you always find yourselves in the back seat of Eddie's truck.

"No I think that's you," you argue as your hands slide into his hair as his lips find their way to your neck. You gasp as he gives it a rough suck and he chuckles against your skin in response.

"How about we both be pretty then?" He asks before nipping the spot right under your ear as his hands move to undo your bra.

"W-works for me."

"I think this is where you look the prettiest, though," he says, as he tosses your bra into the passenger seat before moving down to your chest, kissing all the way down your torso. "When you're underneath me."

He always knows exactly what to say to get you wet and he knows how good he is at it. You can see it in the look in his eyes. His hand unbutton your pants and he pulls them down, not missing the wet patch on your panties. He's quick to take them off along with your socks and shoes and he spreads your legs wide to get a good look at what he's working with.

"Is this for me? Honey, you shouldn't have."

The teasing was funny at first, but now you're getting desperate. You need him to do something now or you're gonna finish the job yourself.

"Eddie, please," you whine.

"Please what, honey?" He knows exactly what you want, but he wants to hear you say it. He wants you to beg for him, to whine, to cry and then he'll give you what you so desperately want.

"Please fuck me. I need you." Your whining always does something to him and now he's tenting in his pants. He's so hard that it's starting to hurt. He needs to get inside soon or he thinks he might explode.

"Well that was all you had to say. Now relax. I'm gonna take care of you."

You watch him retrieve an condom from his pocket and he sets it to the side as he gets himself undressed as quick as possible before rolling the condom onto his cock. Once he's ready, he doesn't hesitate to fully sink himself inside you just how he knows you like, watching your face the entire time.

It seems that no matter how many times you've fucked, he has to stretch you out every time. He can tell that it's still a lot for you to take in and he can see that you're already crying. He asks if you want to stop because of your obvious discomfort, but you just say not, shaking your head furiously. You're not going to be fully satisfied until you can feel every inch of him.

Once he's fully in, Eddie stays there, seeing just long you can hold out and when you ask him to keep going, he pumps in and out, fucking you fast and hard and deep as his hands pin your wrists to the seat, nothing but filthy words coming from his mouth as he does so.

Your moans are nothing but delicious as they fall from your lips, and mixed with your labored breaths, the windows are fogging up pretty quickly. Eddie has barely even done anything, but you already feel so tired from it all.

"You're starting to slur, hon. Already fucked out, huh? Does my big cock wear you out, baby?" All you can do is nod in response. "Alright, well, give me one more and then I'll take you home. Just one more, baby. You can do it."

Eddie gives you a few more thrusts and you're orgasming, your back arching as you do so. His hands slide underneath you as he talks you through it, encouraging you the entire time. And once you come down, Eddie lays you down on the seat and then he cleans you up with what he has in his glove compartment before he helps you get dressed. He then helps you into the passenger seat before he takes you home where he cuddled you until the both of you fell asleep, wrapped up each other's arms.

[thoughtidtry]

Dress pt.1 - LN

SUMMARY: Lando's best friend can't keep pretending he's not her everything. Not after missing seeing him in person for so long. PAIRING: Lando Norris X LongDistanceBestfriendfem!reader A/N: Inspired by Lando's race win and song Dress by Taylor Swift. First time publishing my fanfics so I’d love to hear what you think! Almost 2K..... I'll do a pt.2 cause I still have more thoughts on Lando with this song. Part: 1 2 3

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"Our secret moments in a crowded room. They got no idea about me and you"

Lando couldn't stop smiling at his phone in the paddock, not when you were the one texting him. All the drivers knew about his best friend, who they never got to meet.

"She's a busy person"

He would declare anytime they teased him about meeting you or asked if you were coming to a race. It wasn't that he didn't want you to come or that he didn't want you to meet the other drivers, more he didn't want to share your time. He wasn't lying to them per se you were busy and had moved to America for university as soon as you both had graduated secondary school. It didn't matter he had never actually invited you to a race.

"I'm spilling wine in the bathtub. You kiss my face and we're both drunk"

He could remember the night or well day you left like it was yesterday. The night before your flight, he had stayed over to spend as much time with you as possible. The giggles you made sneaking back into your room after your parents had gone to bed were almost as intoxicating as the wine you had brought back. You both stayed up drinking and reminiscing over the years you had spent together.

Somehow you had both ended up in the bathroom attached to your room. Too drunk to sit let alone stand, you had made yourself comfortable in the bathtub while he was seated beside you leaning up against it. He doesn't remember what was said or how it happened, but he will never forget how soft your lips felt against his or how you sighed after the kiss with a dopey grin as if a weight had been lifted off your chest.

The next morning he woke up in your bed but you were nowhere to be seen. A note on the bedside table along with some pain meds was all that was left.

Tried to wake you to say bye before my flight, but you wouldn't wake up. I don't know how much we drank but I've got a killer headache and can't remember anything so thanks for that. Text me when you wake! Love, Y/N

You had always kept in contact but he never would tell you what happened that night. He didn't want to lose you even if that kiss would haunt him every time he closed his eyes. You managed the time difference well, never judging the other for being up or asleep at random times throughout the day.

Late-night calls when you wanted to tell him something funny between classes changed to funny things your friends had done once you graduated from university. Even the early morning drunken messages he'd get around the time he woke up were moments he cherished. He missed having you next to him. Wished you would come home, but you have your life now in America and found a good job after university.

"All of this silence and patience. Pinning and desperately waiting"

Little did Lando know, the other drivers had stolen his phone and gotten your number long ago just waiting for the right moment to use it. Daniel was the first to reach out and introduce himself explaining Lando had wanted to let you know his phone had died.

You had shrugged it off, with how much Lando talked about the other driver it didn't seem that surprising to you that Lando had given your number to him. It was no surprise to Daniel how friendly and kind you were, but how smart you were was a shock. He never would have imagined their little Lando was friends with a lawyer.

Carlos and Oscar followed soon after hearing more about you from Daniel. They both said they wanted to get some stories of Lando as a kid to make fun of him so they begged Daniel for your number and to not tell Lando. You had a laugh retelling stories to them both that you knew Lando would be embarrassed about.

Max and Charles on the other hand had respected Lando's privacy when it came to you until they were added to a group chat with you made by Oscar without Lando's knowledge.

You didn't speak to the other drivers much in the group chat so you had forgotten it existed most of the time. They would send you pictures of Lando doing goofy things every once in a while, but that was about it. Never once did you think to mention it to Lando, it was a little secret look into his world and the photos gave you a way to know he was having fun. They reminded you of all the good times you both had shared together.

"Flashback when you met me. Your buzzcut and my hair bleached. Even in my worst times, you could see the best in me."

Secondary school hadn't started out easily for you, having moved away from all of your primary school friends. As a farewell, you all decided to color each other's hair. You had ended up a platinum blonde which made you stand out even more on the first day of school. Making new friends was hard at first. Most of the time you felt alone in a sea of unfamiliar faces.

It was probably the worst time of your life looking back. At least until a boy with a cheeky grin and sassy comebacks made it his mission to befriend you. At first, you didn't know what to make of the boy. Turned out his friend group had done something similar to yours but had buzzed all their hair off instead of dyeing it. He saw the girl with good grades who sat alone every day not as a freak like everyone else but as someone worth taking a chance on. You had no right to fall as fast as you did, but you couldn't help it. He was funny, kind, and well perfect.

"Flashback to my mistakes. My rebounds, my earthquakes. Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me."

As secondary school went on, Lando changed, not as a person but physically. No longer was he the straggly, small, buzzcut kid. He got taller, grew his hair out, and even became charming in a way you would never have imagined. Looking back he could remember getting his first girlfriend and how excited he was only to have his heartbroken.

He dated around more from then on, never getting attached to another girl. By developing a confident and flirtatious appearance he could avoid being hurt again. It worked on everyone as he gained popularity, everyone except you. You saw him for who he really was, always there to catch him when the mask slipped off and he shattered on the ground. Something he would always appreciate you for.

"All of this silence and patience. Pinning and anticipation"

When the drivers had first approached you with their plan you were skeptical.

Would he even want to see me after all this time?

You thought. You two had always talked about meeting again but your schedules never aligned. He always had a race or you had a case that you couldn't miss. They talked about how Lando had seemed down the last couple of weeks while you had been busy with a case, how they thought he missed you, and that they had a race in America soon. Blowing care to the wind you agreed. How could you miss the chance to see him again?

Clutching the hem of your shirt as you walked into the paddock for the first time, Daniel was waiting past security to show you around. Oscar had been able to pull some strings and get you a Race Day VIP pass without Lando knowing. You texted in the group chat and Daniel had been sent to come get you so Lando wouldn't notice. He couldn't stop talking about how excited he was to see the look on Lando's face as you two walked.

"Say my name and everything just stops. I don't want you like a best friend."

Soon enough Lando's laughter fills the air as Carlos holds his shoulder while bending over in laughter as well. You stood still for a moment watching to carve this memory of him into your mind before moving closer.

You smiled a bit to yourself, he was always the life of the party, always finding a way to make everyone around him laugh, and as always oblivious to his surroundings. He was still the same Lando you had fallen for all those years ago.

"Hey, Lan."

You said once you were a few feet away. Lando froze for a moment before turning around to look at you in shock. He couldn't believe you were here. Really here standing in the paddock only a few feet away next to Daniel of all people. He decided he didn't care how it happened only that it did.

Your hands started to shake as he stared at you. You wanted to hug him, kiss him, do something, but you were stuck. Stuck looking at him with hope in your eyes that he would say something, do something. Anything.

Carlos chucked at Lando's state before patting him on the back.

"Well, are you just gonna stand there? You know it took a lot of planning to get her here."

Lando snapped out of his trance, looking in between Carlos and you before breaking out in a sprint straight for you with the biggest smile on his face. He lifted you up by the waist spinning around with you in his arms.

It felt so good to have you in his arms again after all this time. At that moment, he realized it didn't matter how long it had been you were his home and he wasn't gonna let you go again.

[venjras]

ESPRESSO - SUKUNA.

˗ˏˋ nsfw, tw: f!reader, oral ( f!receiving ), use of pet names, hair pulling.

it had been a busy evening at work, your boss made you very angry and you came home almost dragging yourself, exhausted. it was like they were able to suck right out of you every single energy left in your body. he notices it right away. as soon as you cross the threshold of your house he immediately pint pointed the slow pace, tired eyes and small sighs you couldn’t hold back from doing.

“doll, what happened?” he softly asks as he approaches you, pulling you into a hug and letting you hide against his chest, almost disappearing into that body that is practically twice your size.

“nothing, i'm just tired.” you murmur but he had already sensed something was defenetly off. so he brings two fingers under your chin and forces you to look at him, your gaze immediately colliding with those dark eyes of his that every time seemed able to read you to the soul.

“i'll kill them all, you just have to ask.” he speaks with a lightness that snatches a laugh from you, getting on your tiptoes so you can give him a little peak on the lips.

“it's okay, really, thanks ‘kuna.” at the moment you don't feel like dealing with this topic, it already seems far away thanks to your boyfriend's sweet words.

you don't know what you would do without him, neither did him really. yours had been a reciproche obsession right away, madly in love, dependent on each other, like pieces of puzzles they had waited all their lives just to meet. to the point that you would not doubt whether sooner or later the words addressed to your superiors’ behaviour would become reality. he couldn't stand to see you being mistreated, the mere thought made him boil with anger and if you hadn't been there to calm him he would destroy anything — and anyone — in his path.

“mhm, i know how to send away all this stress.” a sly smile makes room on his lips and you don't have time to realise that he has already taken you in his arms, headed for your shared bedroom.

you suddenly feel your world shift when your back is pressing against the mattress, under the heavy weight of his big body as he pushes its way between your thighs. when your lips meet, something dangerous snaps in his self control and suddenly your body is pushed deeper into the soft fabric, his hands gripping tightly at your hips as he licks messily into your mouth, drinking you up and groaning at the first, wet glide of your tongue along his. you curl your arms around his neck as you gasp helplessly his name. you are kissing him fiercely as he grinds against you, large palms roaming along the dips of your figure until you’re mewling against his panting mouth and hitching your leg around his waist.

“lemme take care of you, baby.” he whispers against your mouth, there’s a carnal drop in his tone and you feel the sound vibrate against your skin before he’s pulling away, slowly going down on you. hands moving to pull down your pants and panties, followed by a tentative swipe of his fingers along your already embarrassingly slick pussy. it was funny how worked up you could get over nothing, just because it was him who did it.

sukuna smears kisses down your hips before he’s lifting your weak legs over his shoulders, licking his lips when he gets the first glimpse of your pretty pussy. he’s immediately shoving his face between your thighs, taking a long taste of your cunt, smirking against it when you gasp out a yes followed by your hand pulling his pink strands. slurping you up like he hasn’t eaten a proper good meal in ages. your back arches at the sudden stimulation when you feel his tongue flatten against your clit, it only takes a few seconds before his muscled forearms are keeping you pinned beneath his huge body, your hips twitching as you cry out for him.

he’s a messy eater, lost in his own pleasure as he loses himself in your addictive cunt, the taste feels like fucking heaven on his tongue and he moans because of it. pure hunger. every swipe of his tongue sends bliss racing through you, arousal pooling dangerously in your stomach as your eyes prick with pleasured tears. his pace never eases and you feel like you can barely breathe as he showers you in strong licks, panting warm along your glistening folds when he pulls away to admire the way your slick shines when it’s mixed with his spit.

it’s embarrassing how quickly you feel your orgasm. you feel his nose knock against your clit as he smacks lewdly, feeling your warm walls flex around his thick tongue when he dips it past your fluttering hole. you’re pretty sure the lower half of his face and cheeks are soaked as you feel your arousal pool onto the bedsheets below you.

he feels so fucking good, and you feel lost in a dizzy dream when you meet his heavy gaze once more, watching the muscles of his back move through the tight fabric of his white shirt. something dangerous spark along your nerves when his huge palms rock you against his mouth, reducing you to pretty pants and babbles of his name.

“p-please, ‘m gonna come — ” you moan out, feeling an unfamiliar sensation build up into the deep pits of your lower abdomen. it felt like an intense pressure building up before gradually starting to press down onto your pussy.

your jaw drops, feeling like you were about to gush right out. and it happens. you end up gushing right on his face, it trickle all down his chin and your eyes roll back like it was fucking nirvana. everything feels so quick, you’re barely able to breathe regularly as your eyes grow droopy and your legs break because of the spasms.

“did you just squirt on my face?” he slowly pulls away, chuckling, finishing tasting the remains of his meal left on his tongue while looking right into your eyes. he is breathing hard, pupils blown wide as they scan over your features.

“mhm, how about you do that again? showing me how much of a good girl you are.”

sorry in advance, english it’s not my first language.

©️ venjras.

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Thanks for taking this on when I dmed you separately. The open comm you had and how you checked in w me regarding the ideas you were considering was appreciated! I'm super looking forward to reading this based on what we discussed! If you want to post with the request I'll put it here for context: Jing Yuan from HSR if he saw fem readers scars (some self-inflicted, others work-related) for the first time despite knowing her for a while + some implied spice and funnies 👀

The Scars You Carry - F!Reader x Jing Yuan

Request Column - Honkai Star Rail

Reader never talked about her past, and despite their emotional involvement, Jing Yuan had never asked. But when an unguarded moment reveals the scars she’s carried for years, he can’t help but reach out. What begins as a quiet touch spirals into something deeper.

TW: Mentions of injuries/self-harm scars, touching without explicit verbal consent/implied consent, mild nudity/implied intimacy, possible undertones of existing PTSD

The scent of incense clung to the air, mingling with the faintest traces of mist from outside. It was a humid but otherwise cool and quiet evening in the Cloud Knights' chambers. It was the type of night that wrapped the Luofu in a false illusion of peace.

[Name] rolled her shoulder, testing the joint as she peeled off the top layer of her uniform. The fabric had stiffened from dried sweat, the aftermath of yet another long, grueling day at work. Being a medical examiner was her secondary role within the Cloud Knight beyond defending again abundance abominations, though this secondary role demanded more than simply identifying causes of death. Least to say, she had a habit of ending her nights here, half-draped over a chair in her private quarters, too exhausted to do more than breathe.

A breeze stirred as the balcony doors behind her clicked open. She barely reacted to the sound of footsteps behind her. “You’re late,” she murmured.

"Am I?" Jing Yuan’s voice was the same as ever—deep, smooth, tinged with amusement. “I thought I was arriving precisely when I meant to.”

She scoffed, but it lacked heat. He always did this. Jing Yuan rarely made his entrances known, but she had long since learned to expect him. The general carried a sort of unshakable patience, the kind that let him sit at a board for hours, moving his pieces at his own pace, certain the game would end in his favor. [Name] knew because she played the same way.

Tonight, though, she was too tired to match his wit.

“You shouldn’t keep a woman waiting,” she muttered, pulling out the pins that kept her sleeves in place. The last one slipped free, and the linen fell away, baring the jagged remains of old wounds across her back. Wounds, that she let few see, including Jing Yuan until this moment.

Jing Yuan, who had already been strolling toward the lacquered table near the balcony, stilled.

For a moment, he didn’t speak. Then, ever so quietly, he asked, “Why did you never mention these?”

[Name] paused, her fingers still curled around a cuff. The question was not unexpected, but the way he asked it—gentle, but weighted—caught her off guard.

She glanced over her shoulder. “You never asked.”

That was the truth of it, wasn’t it? She was used to questions, to prodding, to those who thought they had the right to dissect her past. She had spent years perfecting the art of redirection, of smirks and well-placed jabs to keep people from looking too closely. But Jing Yuan had never asked.

He had never needed to until now.

His gaze flickered over the old scars, tracing the uneven ridges with something unreadable in his golden eyes.

[Name] turned back around, feigning nonchalance. “They’re old,” she said. “Not worth your concern.”

Jing Yuan sighed. She heard the rustle of fabric, then, before she could predict his next move, his fingers brushed against her shoulder blade.

The touch was featherlight. A mere press of fingertips.

It should not have startled her as much as it did.

She didn’t flinch. She had long since trained herself out of such things. But Jing Yuan had a way of tilting the battlefield when she least expected it. He never moved aggressively, never pushed when it wasn’t warranted.

She could feel the warmth of his hand, just barely there, lingering over the deepest scar, the one that stretched from the base of her neck to the middle of her spine. It was old, healed over many years, but the history in it remained.

“Did this one hurt?” he asked, voice unreadable.

[Name] exhaled through her nose. “The most, for sure.”

His fingers moved again, tracing another mark along her side.

“This one?”

“No.”

His touch ghosted over a smaller scar near her ribs.

“This one?”

She swallowed. “…Not at the time.”

Jing Yuan hummed, as if he had already known the answer before she spoke it aloud.

His hand lingered. Not pressing, not demanding—just existing in that space between her past and present.

After a moment, he spoke again. “You never told me you carried such ghosts.”

[Name] let out a quiet breath. “You never told me you cared.”

That made him laugh, soft and knowing.

“Oh, [Name],” he murmured, his fingers finally leaving her skin, though the warmth remained. “I would have thought that was obvious by now.”

She turned to face him fully, searching his expression for any hint of insincerity. But there was none.

Jing Yuan was many things: calculating, reserved, infuriatingly patient, but he was never insincere.

[Name] tilted her head. “And if I told you I don’t need your pity?”

His smile was lazy, but his eyes were sharp. “Who said anything about pity?”

There was a shift between them, subtle but undeniable. A moment stretched between heartbeats, something fragile yet unyielding settling into the space they shared.

[Name] could have said something then. Could have teased him, could have thrown up her walls, could have done anything to disrupt the way he was looking at her.

But for once, she let the silence be.

Jing Yuan, ever patient, waited.

And when she finally, carefully, let her fingers brush against his own, letting herself take, just this once, and he did not pull away.

The moment hung between them, [Name] wasn’t sure who had moved first, if she had leaned in, or if Jing Yuan had closed the space between them, but the warmth of his fingers curled lightly over her wrist sent something deep in her chest thrumming.

She had spent years evading questions, slipping through fingers that tried to hold her still long enough to dig beneath the surface. But Jing Yuan did not dig. He did not prod or demand. He simply…

Waited.

And it was that patience that undid her.

[Name] swallowed hard, tilting her chin up just slightly. “If you’re expecting some dramatic confession, you’re wasting your time.”

Jing Yuan smiled—that slow, knowing smile that always made her want to either punch him or kiss him, depending on the day. “No confessions, then.” His fingers brushed the inside of her wrist, tracing the faint scars there. An old wound, self-inflicted in her youth, when the world had seemed too big and she had felt too small to hold her place in it.

His thumb skimmed over her pulse. Steady. Measured. Jing Yuan, for all his posturing as the lazy, dozing general, was a man who knew the weight of touch. He was not careless with his hands.

[Name] exhaled, shaking her head. “You’re not going to start spouting poetic nonsense, are you?”

Jing Yuan chuckled, low and amused. “Would you prefer something crude? I can oblige, if you’d like.”

She rolled her eyes, but she didn’t pull away.

“Surprised?” he murmured.

She tilted her head, considering. “Not really. I always figured you had a bleeding heart somewhere on that sleeve of yours.”

Jing Yuan sighed, though it was more indulgent than exasperated. “If I have a bleeding heart, then what do you call yourself, [Name]?”

“Efficient,” she said without hesitation.

His laughter was warm, and she hated that it made something in her chest tighten. “Ah. Efficiency. Of course. And it’s efficient to keep things bottled up?”

“I never said that,” she shot back. “But there’s no point dragging people into things they don’t need to carry.”

Jing Yuan hummed, clearly unconvinced. His fingers finally left her wrist, only to trace a slow path up her forearm. “And yet,” he mused, “you let me see.”

[Name] stilled. He wasn’t wrong. She had let him see. She hadn’t covered up, hadn’t hidden, hadn’t laughed it off as she might have with anyone else.

She should have been annoyed that he noticed.

Instead, she found herself exhaling, shoulders dropping in something dangerously close to relief.

“You have an irritating habit of getting under my skin,” she muttered.

Jing Yuan smiled, not the usual lazy thing, but something softer. He reached up, brushing an errant strand of her hair away from her face. “Likewise,” he admitted.

She wasn’t sure what made her do it, maybe it was exhaustion, maybe it was something deeper, but [Name] leaned into his touch, just barely. It was reckless. A gamble.

Jing Yuan, ever the tactician, did not waste the opportunity.

His fingers traced the line of her jaw before resting just beneath her chin, tilting her face up toward his. Not forcing, not demanding—just waiting, always waiting, to see if she would move first.

[Name] was tired of waiting.

So she closed the space between them.

It was not the kind of kiss that belonged in sentimental stories. There was nothing tentative about it, nothing shy. She kissed him like she was proving a point, like she was testing him, like she was daring him to make the next move.

Jing Yuan, to his credit, did not disappoint.

His hand slipped to the small of her back, pressing just enough to remind her that he was here, that he was present. His lips curved against hers, a smirk just barely there before he deepened the kiss, slow and devastatingly thorough.

He kissed like he fought—measured, strategic, never rushing but never hesitating either.

[Name] felt the warmth of his hand against one of her deeper scars, the one that ran along her ribs, and despite herself, she shivered.

Jing Yuan pulled back just enough to murmur, “Still think I’m wasting my time?”

[Name] exhaled a laugh, breathless. “Oh, shut up.”

She kissed him again.

And this time, neither of them pulled away.

The taste of incense lingered between them—static in the air, the scent of mist clinging to their breath. [Name] didn’t think about what it meant to be here, pressed against Jing Yuan with the warm weight of his hands anchoring her in place. She didn’t think about the scars under his fingers, nor about the years of silence she had wrapped around them like armor.

She just let herself take.

Jing Yuan, ever the patient tactician, met her halfway. He always had a way of turning things on their head, of guiding the tempo without forcing it. The way he kissed her now—slow, unhurried, teasing—made it clear he intended to enjoy every second of this.

She almost wanted to fight him for control. Almost.

Then he traced a slow line along her spine, fingertips grazing old wounds with such absent-minded reverence that [Name] felt something shift in her chest. The tension she carried, the tight coil of self-preservation—he was unwinding it, piece by piece, and she hated how easy he made it seem.

She broke the kiss first, if only to breathe. Her forehead rested against his, their breath mingling in the dim light of the chamber. The balcony doors remained open, letting the night air cool the warmth threatening to spiral out of control.

Jing Yuan exhaled a quiet chuckle. “You’re full of surprises.”

[Name] huffed. “That’s what people say when they realize they’ve underestimated me.”

“Oh, I never underestimated you.” His fingers, still trailing over her skin, pressed just slightly—a silent acknowledgment, nothing more. “I always knew you were dangerous.”

She scoffed, but before she could fire back some quip, his lips brushed the corner of her jaw, the motion lazy and deliberate. “You really enjoy hearing yourself talk, huh?”

Jing Yuan hummed in mock consideration. “I do. But tonight, I think I’d rather listen.”

His fingers curled around her waist, his lips trailing back to hers, and [Name]—reckless, tired, and utterly done pretending—let herself forget about the rest of the world for a while.

[Name] laid stretched across the silk-draped lounge chair near the balcony, the cool night air tracing across her skin. The warm glow of lanterns cast soft shadows across the chamber, their flickering light just enough to catch the faint glimmer of silver strands in the disheveled cascade of Jing Yuan’s hair.

He sat next to her, one arm draped lazily over the back of a chair, golden eyes half-lidded with something unreadable.

Comfort, perhaps. Satisfaction, most definitely.

She huffed a soft laugh, tilting her head to look at him. “You’re staring.”

Jing Yuan smirked, resting his chin against his palm. “Can you blame me?”

[Name] exhaled through her nose, amused. She stretched, languid and unhurried, rolling her shoulder where his hand had once rested. There was a quiet soreness there, a reminder of their earlier activities.

This was… new.

Not unpleasant. But new.

She wasn’t sure what to do with that realization, so instead, she deflected. “You’re a menace, you know.”

Jing Yuan leaned back, utterly unbothered. “I believe you said that earlier.”

“Yeah, and it bears repeating.”

He chuckled. “If I recall, you weren’t exactly protesting.”

[Name] turned her head, meeting his gaze with something sharper, something knowing. “Neither were you.”

Jing Yuan hummed, the corner of his mouth twitching as if debating whether to press his advantage or let her have the final word. Eventually, he relented. “I suppose I wasn’t.”

The quiet stretched between them, comfortable in a way [Name] rarely allowed herself to experience. It was a dangerous thing, this kind of ease.

But for tonight, she let herself have it.

Just this once.

[Name] was awake before him, which wasn’t surprising. Jing Yuan had perfected the art of sleeping in as though it were a divine mandate. She laid still for a moment, eyes half-lidded as she listened to his even breathing. His hold on her had shifted sometime during the night, after they made it back into the bed, one hand now resting against her hip, his other arm tucked beneath the pillow.

She would have let him sleep a little longer—really, she would have.

But fate, or rather, a very loud teenager, had other plans.

The doors burst open with no ceremony whatsoever.

“GENERAL! YOU—”

Yanqing’s voice cut off abruptly.

[Name], still tangled in the sheets with Jing Yuan’s arm loosely around her waist, turned her head just enough to stare at the young lieutenant standing in the doorway. His expression flickered rapidly between confusion, horror, and dawning realization.

Jing Yuan, in a true show of shamelessness, did not stir.

Yanqing’s grip on his sword tightened as if he were considering using it to gouge his own eyes out. “Are you kidding me?!”

[Name] sighed, rubbing her temple. “Do you knock?”

Yanqing made a strangled noise. “I wasn’t expecting to need to!”

Jing Yuan finally stirred, stretching like a lazy cat before cracking one eye open. His voice was thick with sleep, utterly unbothered. “Ah… morning already?”

Yanqing looked like he wanted to throw either him or himself out the window.

“You—! You promised morning training! I got up at dawn! I waited! And then I hear the other Cloud Knights gossiping about where you were, and I—” His face scrunched up as if the very memory pained him. “—I should’ve never come here.”

Jing Yuan yawned, stretching his arms over his head before resting one lazily back over [Name]’s waist. “Mm, my apologies. I must’ve lost track of time.”

[Name], feeling very little sympathy for him, pinched his arm. “You knew you had training with him.”

“Did I?” Jing Yuan murmured. He sounded entirely too pleased with himself.

Yanqing, in the doorway, was losing his mind. “YES! YOU DID!”

[Name] sighed, pushing herself up, making sure she was covered. Jing Yuan sighed letting his arm slide away from her but made no move to leave the bed.

Yanqing groaned into his hands. “This is so unprofessional.”

[Name], despite herself, smirked. “Well, General, shouldn’t you set a better example?”

Jing Yuan chuckled, sitting up at an unhurried pace. “Ah, but an important lesson can be learned here, Yanqing.”

The lieutenant glared. “What lesson?”

Jing Yuan stretched, far too pleased with himself. “That patience is a virtue.”

Yanqing looked seconds away from quitting. Moments later, he stormed off, muttering under his breath about irresponsible generals and unnecessary mental scarring.

[Name] turned back to Jing Yuan, who was watching her with that infuriating, lazy amusement.

She raised an eyebrow. “You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?”

He smirked, reaching for her wrist to pull her back toward him. “Always.”

She sighed but didn’t resist.

They could afford a few more minutes.

Editor's Note: Hey "anon", not a problem, I'm glad we were able to collab on ideas for this, I messaged separately already but I hope you enjoyed~ Also thanks for encouraging me to get out of my comfort zone with this.

[ask-nurse-curly]

as stated in the updated pinned post, we are diverging from the canon roleswap timeline starting nnnnnnnow :) ask boxes are open again!

[ Transcript under the cut ]

Hey Curly, I just wanted to check in with you. Things have been a little weird recently with this nearby satellite..

Are you doing okay?

Hey Captain!

Funny business, isn't it? I don't think we've ever had anything like this happen before.

It's okay, though. Sometimes I kind of want to follow Daisuke's example, but most people are nice.

What about you, everything alright on your end?

Me too, there's just so much going on at all times, haha.

Everything is mostly alright. I've got nice people, but some of them.. They're just getting under my skin. I should probably put the phone down.

How bad is it? My worst has been spam messages, mostly. Did you know the Halcyon colonies are reopening admission?

Makes you wonder why they need new people so soon after launch.

Oh yeah! I don't think I'm going to take their offer, I'm pretty content with Earth.

As for the messages.. I don't know. Some of them are just.. Mean, I guess. I don't want you to worry about it, I can handle it, it's just frustrating.

Have you gotten any fun messages though? I got one not that long ago asking about how I felt being a pilot, it was a nice question.

'Mean'? I'm sure you know that sounds worrisome. Are you okay?

Ah, I can't even remember all of them! There is this Martian scientist who gave me the scoop of planetary warfare amongst their kind, someone who is very intent on educating me about possums, and I even reconnected with someone from my med school years, that was pretty wild. Also someone from an actual gunship patched into our frequency, apparently their surname is the same as yours? Do you know a Hideo?

I'm really fine, if I couldn't handle a few weirdos, I wouldn't be on this ship lol

But.. That's very interesting. I don't know if I have any familiar faces on my end, so consider me jealous of you. I can't say that I know a Hideo? Should I?

Now who are you calling a weirdo? :-)

I don't know if you should! If it's a coincidence then certainly an amusing one, guess Musumes are just made to be captains. :-)

Maybe so.. I'll have to start a club then, Captain Musume club.

And I would NEVER call you a weirdo, Nurse Curly, never ever......

Uh huh. I believe you.

:-)

What is weird is just...how much some of these people seem to know. I wonder if our phones were hacked into somehow? Do you think I should be worried about my Meeboo subscription at this rate?

I feel like I should be more shocked but with how much of our data gets sold off and leaked on a daily basis, I can't find myself to be horrified.

You should definitely worry about your Meeboo subscription though.

...Fair point.

Well, if my streaming services are what takes the brunt of exposure, I suppose I could live with that.

Do you think that's how they found out about your nurses calendar? If that's even a real thing.. Did you ever model for a nursing calendar? Lol

Haha!

No, god no. I could never. Can you imagine me in a pin-up calendar? That would be bonkers.

No, I was just joking. I guess the very nature of their, uh, request was too much for my English sensibilities, so I turned to my trusty defence mechanism honed by generations of haughty stuck-ups.

...How did you know about that?

Well we certainly love a modest king..

I was told about it by one of the messages I got, I didn't know if it was true or not but I guess my curiosity was piqued. Sorry, it was inappropriate to ask.

Oh god, are they still harassing you about me? I'm so sorry.

They are strangely...invested.

I hope it's not too much of a bother. And I doubly hope they cease soon.

I don't mind too terribly, I just feel bad talking about you when you're unaware. I certainly try to keep my answers vague so that I can maintain your privacy.

Truly, I don't know if I should be offended or relieved they ask me more about you than they do myself, haha!

I'd go for relieved! Or perhaps even flattered. They seem to think highly of your captaining skills. :-)

They do! I'm not sure how they know about THAT information, but I'll take what I can get!

I can't say i blame them, it's pretty obvious!

I mean

Crew ratings should be public access, right? Based on delivery reviews and stuff. Or could be if they weren't and got leaked too.

I definitely don't doubt that...

I don't know, they seem fairly invested in my love life as well. Which goes beyond the scope of simple work appraisal. I've been asked if I'm single, who my type is. I felt like I was filling out a dating application lol

Haha, funny that

You could lean into that too, if you wanted to, let them do all the legwork. It's worse than the Wild West on those apps sometimes.

I'm not trying to find someone through texting strangers, besides, it seems they already have my ideal love interest picked out for me. They're trying to cause trouble is what they're doing.

And how do you even know what those apps are like? Isn't that like.. Cheating for you?

Oh shoot. Er

It would be! It totally would be if. If I were still in a relationship.

Which I'm not. For the record.

In any case, not that I prowl those apps much, it's not really uh, worth it for me.

What? Since when are you not??

You were just talking about Marie before we took off. Unless.. Did you break up when we got service...?

Yeah, haha, turns out it's not always great when familiar faces text you, right?

But yeah, she... It's not easy, I guess, dating someone who isn't there for half a year at a time at least, you know?

It was kind of a long time coming, so. She just was the braver one out of the two of us to cut the cord.

Sorry, didn't mean to be a downer. It really is okay though. We're good, and. I think I've kind of went through the stages of grief back when we were still earthside.

So. Not a big deal.

I'm so sorry, Curly :( I wish you would've told me. I'm still here if you need to talk, okay? Breaking up sucks, even if you see it coming.

Oh no, I promise it's okay! It really, really is

I'm okay, it's not a big deal.

I mean, it would be, it

But it's not like

I didn't really

She maybe...didn't really...exist?

Curly what are you saying right now

I am a fool is what I'm saying :-(

I'm so sorry.

Any chance we could pretend I never said anything?

How are we supposed to do that? I don't even know what to say.

Why would you lie about that?

...Could we talk?

I mean, in person.

I'll explain everything, just

I'm afraid of how much of this might get exposed.

Please.

Yeah

Are you in the medbay? I'm on my way.

Yes.

Thank you.

[hyuuukais]

𐙚 ๋࣭ ⭑love, or han jisung

♡ pairing - han x reader

♡ just a lil thing bc han is cute and these photos made me go crazy :33 (unedited !!)

♡ warnings - food mention, cannibalism joke djdjdj, ummm i don't think anything else but lmk if i missed smthn !

♡ wc - tba (short lol, i'll check on my laptop when i can!)

"Babe?"

"Hmm?"

"How do I look here?" Han asks timidly, and you roll over to look at the photos he's got up on his phone. "Do I look okay...?"

There's nothing you can say at first, just staring at the images and swiping between the three selcas with your mouth slightly open. Okay? Oh, he looks way better than okay. With his hair growing longer, it covers part of his face in a mass of fluff, and you have to fight the urge to break every pair of scissors at the JYPE building.

"You look amazing, as always," you say with a smile when you realize you've been silent too long.

Although you've only been dating a few months, you knew how Jisung could get when you didn't reply fast enough, but sometimes your mouth doesn't move as quickly as your brain does. You never want him to think you're not talking because you don't like something or don't care, unknowingly letting his insecurities spiral as you regain the function to speak. It's almost always the opposite, speechless from awe, not disgust.

Like now, reassuring him you mean what you say with a peck on his cheek. You've spent the day lounging in bed and listening to the rain fall, entangled in each other's warmth. He's wearing one of the few hoodies you haven't stolen away and a matching pair of sweat pants. It's simple, it's him. There's a soft smile on Jisungs face as he stretches over you to place his phone down on the nightstand. As soon as it hits the wood, he's dropped his entire body weight onto you.

"Jisuuuuung," you groan, dramatically gasping under him. "I can't breathe!"

You try and try to roll out from under him, but he's got you pinned down. Turning your head to the side, you find his face right by yours and jump at the sudden distance; more of a flinch than a jump really, considering your current position. A goofy smile forms on Jisung's face, your own features mimicking his. With the hand not squished by his body, you poke Jisung's cheek and he sticks his tongue out.

"I could eat you, you're so cute," You say, scrunching up your nose. "Like, just a bite out of your squishy cheek. Just a nibble on the tip of your nose."

"Am I dating a cannibal?" Jisung's eyes widen in fake shock, raising himself above you on his palms dramatically. As hard as he's trying to keep the act up, a few breathy laughs escape him. "Baby, do I need to call Minho-hyung to cook some food for you? I'm worried."

"No, I have a nice meal right here." You don't give him time to react before you're wrapping a hand behind his neck and sinking your teeth into his neck lightly. You can feel him jolt before relaxing into your touch.

Kissing the spot your teeth landed on, you pull back to see Jisung with his eyes closed and a soft smile on his blushing face. When he opens his eyes, you're sure he's found the same on you, leaning in to rub the tip of your noses together. You're against the headboard now, fingers tangling into his hair, the hood of his sweater falling behind his ears.

"I love you, you know that, right?" Jisung asks, eyebrows knitting together.

"Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"Because I'm not always here, or because of past arguments, or because I'm too much-" You cut him off by brushing your fingers over his lips.

"Whoever told you you're too much doesn't know what they're missing out on, Ji. You're funny and talented, and you're mine," He sighs into your cheek. "I love all of you, whether you're here physically or not. If you need me to verbalize it more I will, because I will never have a problem telling my beautiful boyfriend how much I love him."

"I like it when you call me that."

"Boyfriend?"

"Your boyfriend."

"My boyfriend, Han Jisung."

This time, his lips find yours and you can't tear away, breathless in minutes. When you finally do pull away, his face is flushed and his lips are puffy. You giggle and cup his face with one hand, the other intertwined with his. You stay like this for a while, listening to the rain and basking in each other's presence. Love, or in your words, Han Jisung.

♡

notes - this is not edited lol and also was supposed to be a cute lil thing without much plot at all :33 hehehe i hope u enjoyeeeed. also, @tfshouldidohere , GO TO BED !!

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[hbghq]

i'm so normal about these two so have a concept before i go to bed // injuries, bad eating habits, self-starving, kind of implied self harm ig, disordered eating

context: seawatt's been brought back to parkour civilization and evbo's been keeping an eye on him and making sure he's not doing evil stuff again

evbo goes to visit seawatt at one point and seawatt's very closed off and cold, wrapping himself in his robe tighter than usual, his cape a bit lower around his shoulders.

they talk for a bit, evbo bright and cheery as usual until he notices seawatt seemingly running out of energy mid-conversation, his responses shortening and becoming less energetic (not that they were to begin with but it's possible he'd just been having an off day).

seawatt excuses himself for a moment and evbo waits patiently as he walks out of the room, only to hear a soft thud against the wall on the other side of the room.

he's worried, and when seawatt doesn't come back for a few minutes he goes over to check on him, only to find him slumped against the wall, spasming slightly. he's taking damage.

evbo panics, asking him what's going on, seawatt's too delirious to answer but all evbo can get out of him is that he's hungry and when he looks, seawatt's health is frighteningly low. he hasn't been eating.

evbo gently pulls them both into a sitting position, cradling seawatt in his arms, laying his head in his lap. he's gentle, worried, panicking a bit, as seawatt winces at another half-heart gone.

he regrets it, it's clear. evbo can see it in his eyes. there's a silent plea for him to help and he doesn't know what to do. his enemy, his ally, his... friend? is wasting away in his arms.

evbo thinks for a moment, then softly lays his hands on seawatt's cheeks. he'd get an earful for messing up his makeup, but he could deal with that later. he closes his eyes, concentrating.

seawatt hisses in pain, not from another spasm but from the heat coming off evbo's palms. it's just warm enough to be uncomfortable and feels like pins and needles, spreading from his face into his nerves and down his entire body, slowly, like waking up a limb after you slept on it funny.

evbo doesn't move. thirty seconds, then two minutes, then five, he stays like this, seawatt barely unable to keep from squirming out of discomfort at the strange hot tingling throughout his entire body when suddenly it's gone.

he's exhausted. evbo's panting quietly above him, eyes closed, a light sheen of sweat visible on his skin. suddenly seawatt is the one worried. he sits up out of evbo's lap, careful not to headbutt him, and turns around to try and ask what's wrong, only to see evbo smiling weakly at him.

"i had a hunch i could heal people... i didn't know it would take that much energy." he laughs softly. seawatt's expression is blank, astonished.

"i'll be okay in a little bit. how's your health?"

seawatt checks. full health, full saturation. he's not dying anymore.

"what the hell?" he mutters.

"that's an interesting way to pronounce thank you" Evbo grins, already returning to his normal self. seawatt rolls his eyes. stands. offers a hand to the God who had just saved his life in his own home.

evbo takes it. stands along with him, smiling up at seawatt. (he's shorter. it's kind of cute, actually. not that he'd ever admit that to anyone.)

"you're gonna be okay, right?" seawatt snaps out of his daze, he'd been staring at evbo a bit too long. he nods. of course he would. he already owes God his life... he's not going to owe him twice over.

evbo seems to sense his thoughts and giggles. seawatt realizes they're still holding hands. he doesn't let go, silently hoping evbo won't notice.

"thank you." seawatt mumbles under his breath.

"hey, if you need extra food, just ask, okay? you know where to find me." his smile is blinding. stupid Gods and their stupid perfection.

"yeah, whatever."

[emmett6]

i am being attacked by antis.

this is emmett. emmettnet, emmettverse, emmettland, emmettundead, emmettlab. whichever blog you knew me from.

i am a whump creator. i've been in the whump community for a few years now. and now, i am unable to share my work with the community on here because people are mass reporting me for being a proshipper, and Tumblr keeps deleting my blogs as a result.

(if that isn't the reason why, i would be more than happy to get the explanation from @staff that i've been asking for.)

now, that is speculation on my part based on the timing of each termination (it's after i put my pinned post in the whump tags).

but here are the facts:

months ago, i became comfortable enough to share proshipping content. seeing as how every other artist would link their nsfw work on here, i thought it was acceptable for me to do the same so long as the preview image did not violate any rules.

an anon asked if i was a proshipper, and i said i didn't ascribe to that label*, but i agreed with the philosophy.

*i don't have any choice BUT to use it now because my posts get removed for describing what the content is

note that this anon asked multiple people in the whump community if they were proshippers. it was the same person each time, same copy-and-pasted responses.

i kept posting my proshipping content, all with links and extensive content warnings.

i started getting anon hate.

my account was terminated. after further reflection and rereading the terms of service AGAIN, i figured maybe links are not allowed and so i switched to DM only.

this time, the anon hate was consistent. every week was something new. every day felt like bracing myself to open my inbox. i kept anon on, since i have so many people who feel uncomfortable sending asks off anon and didn't want to take away their safe space.

months pass. i go on hiatus for all of July. i find out someone stole my old nsfw art and reposted their edited versions of it to rule34, a site that i never wanted my work to be on. this person waited until the exact starting day of my hiatus to do this.

i come back to more anon hate in my inbox.

suddenly, out of nowhere, my account is terminated again.

i make a new blog. more anon hate. another termination.

lather, rinse, repeat.

i stopped doing DM only stuff. i figured, if i just link my other platforms and only post safe things on Tumblr, there's nothing in the rules against that. everyone has links to their social media.

i still get terminated. and again, i keep getting terminated after i post my pinned post in the whump tags. which -- speculation again -- leads me and others to think that these antis are stalking the whump tags, waiting for me to show up so they can mass report me and get me terminated.

i have NO idea what they would report, aside from claiming i'm trying to "dodge being blocked". which, i'm not. in fact, i say every single time i come back that i WANT people to block me if they need to.

but regardless, it keeps happening.

i'm losing a place i considered home.

i'm being forced out of a community on here i love so dearly.

and you want to know something funny? for some strange reason, i'm unable to block my anons. yup. an 'error' message comes up. and i'm apparently unable to report them too -- like reporting the one who called me a 'tumblr tranny' and said i would 'always be a woman' for hate speech. oops, sorry. error message.

by now, i've been called evil. told to listen to my intrusive thoughts. told that i should be on a watch list. told that it's disgusting that someone's mutuals still interact with me. told that i have no place in the whump community.

i know that's not true.

i'm so sick and tired of being treated like this. i'm tired of being dehumanized. and i'm disgusted with this behavior.

at this point, i'm just screaming as many times as i can. i'll keep losing blogs, because i know my attackers will read this and just keep on reporting me. what do they have to lose? nothing. they don't have enough of a conscience to care. and why should they? clearly, i'm a monster. i'm a piece of shit. i don't deserve basic respect, and i apparently don't deserve to keep my 'platform'. to stay in my community and to keep my livelihood.

my discord is emmettnet. send me a DM if you don't want to lose me, because there is no point in following me repeatedly just for every blog to be terminated.

if you want to reblog this to spread the word and show your support, i would be eternally grateful. but i understand if you choose not to; i don't want anyone to be subjected to what i'm going through.

thank you for reading.

[dracoxsworld]

ARRANGED - Draco M. x Reader - Part 5

You laid in you and Draco's bed, the scene between you and Nicholas replaying in your mind.

Draco was out with his father, looking for a tree to put up; it was the holidays now. You, for the first time in a while, were alone.

Nothing had made sense to you, you never thought Nicholas could act the way he did. He never got angry with you, or even frustrated. You always bragged to your friends about how patient and understanding he was; he never raised his voice- nothing. His reaction was unexpected. It scared you.

You never had struggled saying "I love you" back to him, but when you'd start to think about it; it felt wrong, unnatural.

You were deep in thought when you heard a knock at your door, Narcissa then opened and gave you a small smile. She had been very sympathetic towards you since the Nicholas incident, she wanted to find him herself and hex him for you.

"Narcissa, how are you?" You greeted. "I am doing well, I just came to check in on you, haven't seen you since breakfast." She replied.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," You explained, running your hands through your long hair. "Thinking about everything that happened with Nicholas."

Narcissa shook her head in disgust. "What a foul little man." Narcissa said lowly. You chuckled at her description if him. "You know, I've never known Draco to defend anyone like he did for you, he must have taken a liking to you."

You blushed at the thought. "Well, being imprisoned in a house together and all, it kinda forces you to get to know somebody. I suppose he does care for me." You said, waving your hand. Narcissa looked at you apologetically. "I'm sorry for how things started, but you now must know how things must be."

You nodded, as if you agreed. But that was a lie. Your opinions still stood strong.

"I am just suggesting that there's a chance that Draco has strong feelings for you." Your eyes widen at her. "No, Narcissa. You're funny." You chuckle as you quickly get up from your bed, dusting yourself off and straightening your blouse.

Narcissa shrugged. "I know it may seem crazy, but I know my son." Narcissa said, eyeing you. You looked back at her, as if she put you into a trance. "Well," She said after a moment, clapping her hands together. "Let's decorate for the holidays."

You and Narcissa with the help of some house-elves decorated the Manor. You both listened to Celestina Warbeck's "A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love."

"Y/N, dear. I am going to get some more decorations for the Manor... I will be back soon." Narcissa said to you as she threw on her black fur coat. "Yes, Mrs. Malfoy." You said, smiling at her. She smiled back, "Narcissa." She insisted. You nodded. "Right. Narcissa, sorry."

Narcissa left, and Celestina Warbeck was still playing.

"Oh, come and stir my cauldron And if you do it right I'll boil you up some hot, strong love To keep you warm tonight To keep you warm tonight!" You sang to yourself while you were hanging up garland. "Well well, didn't know you fancied Warbeck's music." A familiar voice hummed. You jolted from fear and turned around, it was Draco.

"Draco! You scared the shit out of me!" You hissed, hitting his chest with the golden colored garland.

"Sorry, I just heard a very pretty voice." He mused. You turned around quickly before he could see the red form on your cheeks.

"You decorating?" He asked. You nodded. "Your mother went out to get more decorations." You said softly, going up on your tip-toes to hang the garland over the tall fireplace.

"Bloody-garland- so- tall." You struggled as your arms were out stretched towards the top of the fireplace. "Here, let me help." Draco said, stepping behind you, grabbing the garland from your hands. He hung the golden sparkly garland on the hooks of the fireplace.

You turned around, his body pinning you against the closed off fireplace. He looks down at you, and smiled. "D-did you find-"

"A tree?" He finished, his hands landing on your waist. "We did, father and I argued the whole time." He said, sounding annoyed. You nodded. Not abnormal for them. He flicked his wand upwards towards the ceiling. You looked up, a mistletoe formed. You blushed, without having a chance to hide it from him this time. "You know the holidays can be romantic," Draco suggested. You tilted your head with a chuckle. "Draco Malfoy being romantic? Seems unlikely." You teased.

"Oh come on, we've really gotten to know each other these past months. I've grown quite fond of you." Draco replied.

"I have grown fond of you too- it's just-" You stammered. You took a deep breathe and exhaled. "Ever since the Nicholas incident things have felt weird."

Draco's eyebrows furrowed. "He called you a whore, imagine what'd happen to you if I didn't step in." He pointed out, his hands leaving my waist, dropping by his sides. "Draco, I know but he was just mad. I mean, he expected me to leave with him."

"Did you want to?"

"No, of course not! But he's confused, probably lost." I explained, rubbing your temple with your fingers.

"You're making excuses for a man who called you a whore." Draco mumbled, now not even looking at you.

"You know, you're not exactly a peach, either. You haven't been the most pleasant roomate."

"So I'm a roommate now?"

"That's not what I meant." You sighed. Fuck, you messed everything up.

"I thought you were starting to like me." Draco hissed. "I do like you Draco, I've liked the time we've spent together I just, this has all happened so fast."

"What do you expect, Y/N? We're married!" Draco spat. "You are my wife! Mine!"

You looked at him, he was angry. "Listen. Let's forget this conversation ever happened." You begged, your hand going towards his, but he yanked his away from yours. Without another word, he turned away from you and left the room. You were all alone. Why was he all possessive all of a sudden?

-

The next few days were awkward between you and Draco, you both had small, short conversations.

You were up late one night, in the main living room, sipping on a glass of red wine, reading a book you snagged from the Manor library. All of a sudden, you heard some noise from down the hall. You poked your head out in the hall, and saw the door knob on you and Draco's door wiggle. It opened and you hid behind the corner of the wall. Out came a familiar face, Astoria Greengrass. You gasped. Her hair was a mess, she had visible hickeys on her neck, giggling.

"See you again?" She giggled, annoyingly you might add. "Of course, send me an owl, won't you?" Draco's voice mumbled, although you couldn't see him.

You felt your ears go hot. Astoria continued down the hall, not even bother fixing her appearance. You hid behind the corner of the wall so she couldn't see you.

After she left, and you heard the manor doors close and lock again, you made your way to your bedroom you shared with Draco.

You opened the door, he was in his boxers, laying on your unmade bed. Not only was it unmade, which was certainly not how you had left it, but it was a mess. To add on, it reeked of sex.

"Hello, Y/N." Draco said, nonchalantly. You ignored his greeting. "So this is what you do now?" You huffed. Draco smiled. It was a twisted one. "Why does it matter, Y/N? You clearly love Nicholas." He stated.

You felt your face go hot. "You asshole!" You exclaimed. Draco got up from the bed and crossed his arms. His blonde hair was a mess, you can tell it was gripped and pulled. The thought made you more angry, you weren't sure why.

"Why am I the asshole when you don't want to be with me?" Draco voiced. You did want to be with him. But you weren't supposed to. This wasn't the life you had planned in the slightest. You were supposed to be with Nicholas. You were supposed to be married to him and start a family with him. Never in your life did you plan for you to be right here, right now, married to Draco Malfoy, and be angry with him for sleeping with another woman.

"We are married!" You shouted. You were so angry, your fists were balled up, your chest heaving. "It doesn't matter! You don't love me." Draco's voice cracked. He seemed hurt, too.

"Who said I didn't want to be with you?" You questioned him. Draco looked at me. "I know you wanted to go off with Nicholas." His eyes shifted off of me. You brought your hands up to your head, tears were flooding your eyes. "I don't know why I am so upset." You sobbed out. Draco just sat there, emotionless.

"You- you don't even care. We aren't meant to be together, you were meant to be with that Greengrass girl." You sniffled. "Cleary." You added, your hand waving up and down his body that was covered with sweat, his collar bones covered with light red lipstick marks.

"I don't like Astoria." Draco mumbled out. "I just, I was bored and knew you were hung up on Nicholas, I didn't know how to feel. I was unsure if you'd ever end up wanting to be with me." Draco explained. You looked at him, you wipe your tears.

"That's ridiculous." You said quietly. Draco looked at you, a look of confusion mixed with anger creeped over his face. You noticed this, and put your hand up. "Let me explain." Draco reluctantly nodded.

"I like you, Draco. I now know Draco, the real Draco." You admitted. "You love flowers, you love to bake, well- maybe you enjoy eating baked goods more." You chuckled softly, Draco as well. "I am just so confused." You said, sitting down in the armchair near you. You rested your head in your hands.

Draco's head tilted in concern. "I wasn't supposed to be here, I thought Nicholas was the love of my life, but now he isn't anymore."

"He's not?"

I looked at Draco. "Of course not. He said he loved me, and I couldn't say it back." I admitted. Draco stepped towards me, not taking his eyes off of me.

"I don't know why, it just didn't feel like it used to. My brain didn't let me." I explained, my head still in my hands. I felt Draco's brush against my arm, I lifted my head and the platinum-blonde boy was looking up at me.

I swallowed thickly. "I like you, Draco. I like you a lot. I didn't think I would." I shook my head. He took my hand, and stood up, pulling me up with him. He sat in the armchair, and pulled me onto his lap.

I didn't care what I walked into 5 minutes ago, I sat in his lap willingly. He didn't say another word, letting me speak.

"I didn't want you to ever think I didn't like you, Draco. I love spending time with you."

"I love spending time with you, too." He softly spoke. "When I saw Nicholas pinning you against the bookshelf; I never felt so angry."

It was now your turn to listen, you took his hand in yours.

"There was something in me that was scared you wanted to go with him, or that he was going to take you. And I'd be alone again. Of course, I wasn't only worried about you being taken away would mean I'd be alone, it was that I wouldn't have you in general."

"I didn't want you to be taken away. I wanted to hex him." Draco recalled.

You took a deep breath and nodded. Your eyes wondering off to the portraits on his walls

Draco caught your attention again. "I am so sorry I slept with her."

You looked back at him. "It's okay."

He looked back up to you, his silver eyes putting you in a trance.

His free hand caressed your face. "I never wanted to hurt you."

"Draco, what are we?"

He shook his head. "Legally? Husband and Wife. Personally? Well, what do you want?" Draco asked.

"Yours." You said almost automatically. You shifted yourself to straddle him. "I would like to be yours."

Draco smiled, he cupped your face in his hands. "Sounds good to me."

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Nothing happened that night. We cuddled for the first time, in bed. You could smell his cologne, and you snuggled deeper towards him. His arms held you tighter.

You weren't sure was was in the books for you two. "Could I, Y/N, really love Draco Malfoy?" You thought to yourself. You had felt safe in his arms. You knew that for sure.

Draco started to stir. It was the morning, the sun shining through. "Good morning" Draco mumbled, his voice was raspy.

It was just a little hot.

"Morning." You replied, turning towards him.

Draco deeply inhaled, his hand ran through your hair.

"I'm still very sorry."

"Draco, it's okay." You insisted, smiling up at him.

"Breakfast then?" He suggested, after five minutes of silence. You nodded.

You and Draco got dressed together, which was also for the first time. You had fallen asleep in your jeans after last night, you pulled your pants down, Draco tried not to look, trying to focus on throwing some sweatpants and a plain t-shirt on. You rumbled through your designated drawer in your dresser, and slipped on sweats of your own, combined with a matching top.

"Shall we go, then?" Draco said, holding out his hand. You took it, nodding.

Breakfast was already ready and laid out for you two, Narcissa was finishing up her plate. "Well, good morning love birds, made s bit of a ruckus, didn't you?" Narcissa asked, turning towards you both. Your breath hitched.

Draco changed the subject quickly. "What's for breakfast?"

Narcissa motioned towards the kitchen. "French toast, my dear, have a seat, both of you." Draco took a seat before I did, he patted the cushion next to his chair. I had a seat as well.

"Remmy! Plumb!" Narcissa called out. Two house elves appeared. "Get them both a plate, will you?" She demanded. "Yes madam Malfoy, on it." Remmy squeaked out, while Plumb nodded. They disappeared. "Well, I must go, children. I have a meeting to attend to." Draco's head tilted at his mother. "Meeting? For what?"

"No time to explain dear, got to go!" Narcissa quickly replied, and then apparated.

"Do you think she felt the awkward tension?" You asked, staring at the table. Draco looked at you, and you could tell he felt guilty.

"It's not your fault she doesn't know." You said, waving him off. He nodded, still with guilt.

The house elves arrived with a plate full of breakfast. French toast, eggs, and bacon.

"Imagine how it would be if we actually did, though." You shrugged.

Draco Malfoy almost choked on his French toast.

[spacebaby1]

Hiii!!!! I'm a rindou girly and just read one of your hc on rindou haitani and I FEEL IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITING 😭✨❤️!!! Could you do some more rindou hc:

1.What type of personality does he like (girly girl,emo,kind,etc)

2.what body parts are his fav( just wanna know if he's a boob or a ass guy💀)

3.what acts or traits make him fall in love(showing kindness, savage replies etc you know what I mean right)

I'm so so soooo happy that I found you and I'll be waiting for your reply if you wanna do it or not and I ABSOLUTELY LOVE LOVE YOUR WRITING,take care and have a great day ahead 🥹✨🫶🏻

This just made my day! I literally giggle so hard whenever I write for Rindou 😩☝🏻so glad you liked my writing! (Keep them requests coming!)

Can we just say they way you first met Rindou? It was absolutely 💘😌funny😌💘 well, mostly funny to you. You were passing by some kids playing football one day and asked them to pass it to you, and they did gathering near you as you were about to kick the ball instead of the ball, your boot flew with the kick hitting Rindou right in the back of his head as he was passing by; all the kids ran away laughing as you rushed towards him with a gasp and a lost boot, he turned around ready to smack the guy that hit him only for him to blush hard at the right of you walking towards him with one boot missing and trying to keep your feet off the dirt, "I'm so sorry, my boot flew off!" You said and accidentally burst into laughter before slapping your hands over your mouth when you snorted in between the laughs and laughed again, making him laugh. "I'm so I didn't mean to do that. I was trying to kick the ball, I'm sorry, oh my Gosh, now I feel horrible. What can I do to make it up to you?" You asked, and he handed you the boot as you put it on and held his hand for support as you put your boot on. "Let me take you on a date?" From then on, you and Rindou were inseparable.

Now let's see why YOU 🫵🏻caught he's eye. Because you were the girl he has been dreaming about! A kind, sweet and not too much girly but also not too much boyish. He liked the way you'd dress up in those cute fluffy short dresses; that were made of a fabric that's just too colourful and has all kinds of flowers, you were like a freaking flower walking next to him. He loves the way you'd style your hair in waves and put cute pins on them or a headband in the middle of your hair; his favourite thing in the world. Loves hair accessories on you and buys you many of them EVERYDAY.

Everyone calls him Ass guy, but he's actually, and with all his heart is a B🍒bies guy. HE LOVES YOUR CHEST. you chest? Nah, he's personally warm pillow. Literally doesn't care if your Boobs are big or small; all types are his favourite (of course you're not other girls heheh) he just needs to come home to you after a long day and drop himself in your arms resting his head on your boobs; mumbles incoherent things to your boobs. Please let him rest on your chest, or he'll be cranky all day long. Other than your chest, he loves loves. He LOVES your hands. He himself has long FREAKING hands, listen. I don't care how long you think your finger/hands are you're NOTHING compared to his long fingers/hands. His palm will literally cover your whole face. (He loves to hold your face casually with his hand. Don't ask why. It makes him giggle.)

Ran raised him right, but he's still the drama queen in the relationship. However, he doesn't like to argue with his girl and doesn't want someone who argues, yells or fights with him AT ALL (not saying he likes girls who listen to him and have no saying in relationship he's just too sweet to his girl and will make him feel horrible if he'd accidentally say something he doesn't mean if there's an argument) he was raised to be a gentleman and he admirers you because you treat him with the same kindness he gives you, no matter what you're always greeting him with a smile and open arms to hug him. Don't try to be sassy with him, or he will show you how sassy queen he is. All in all, he loves sweet girls and keeps you AWAY AWAYY from his work. He loves it when you do little things for him; making his favourite sweet, brushing his hair, feeding him with your hand when he's all busy playing a video game; act of service is what he yarns for.

[tisamustdie]

"Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys" lyrics 💥

Lyrics masterlist

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"Louder than God's revolver and twice as shiny" Look Alive, Sunshine

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"The little children raise their open, filthy palms/ Like tiny daggers up to Heaven/ And all the juvie halls and all the Ritalin rats/ Ask angels made from neon and fucking garbage/ Scream out "What will save us?" Na Na Na

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"Everybody wants to change the world/ But no one, no one wants to die" Na Na Na

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"I'd rather go to Hell/ Than be in Purgatory/ Cut my hair, gag and bore me/ Pull this pin, let this world explode" Na Na Na

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"Me and your runaway scars/ Got a photographed dream on a getaway mile" Bulletproof Heart

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"And though I know how much you have this/ Are you gonna be the one to save us/ From the black and hopeless feeling?/ Will you mean it when the end comes reeling?" Bulletproof Heart

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"Hold your heart into this darkness/ Will it ever be the light to shine you out?/ Or fail and leave you stranded?/ I ain't gonna be the one left standing/ You ain't gonna be the one left standing/ We ain't gonna be the ones left standing" Bulletproof Heart

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"You've got to make a choice if the music drowns you out/ And raise your voice, every single time/ They try and shut your mouth" SING

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"Nothing but a dead scene, product of a white dream/ I am not a singer that you wanted, but a dancer/ I refuse to answer, talk about the past, sir/ Wrote it for the ones who want to get away" SING

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"They sell presentable, young and so ingestible/ Sterile and collectable and I can't stand it/ This is a letter, my word is a Beretta/ The sound of my vendetta against the ones that planned it" Planetary (GO!)

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"And if we can't find where we belong/ We'll have to make it on our own/ Face all the pain and take it on/ Because the only hope for me is you alone" The Only Hope for Me Is You

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"How it should be many years after the disasters that we've seen?/ What have we learned other than people burn in purifying flame?/ I say it's okay, I know you can tell/ And though you can see me smile/ I still think of the guns they sell" The Only Hope for Me Is You

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"Ain't a DJ gonna save my soul/ Sold it long ago for rock 'n' roll" Party Poison

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"This ain't a room full of suicides/ We're believers, I believe tonight" Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back

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"We can live forever if you've got the time" Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back

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"It ain't about all the friends you made/ But the graffiti they write on your grave/ For all of us who've seen the light/ Salute the dead and lead the fight/ Who gives a damn if we lose the war?/ Let the walls fall down, let the engines roar" Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back

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"You're the broken glass in the morning light/ Be a burning star if it takes all night" Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back

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"Blow a kiss at the methane skies/ See the rust through your playground eyes/ We're all in love tonight/ Leave a dream where the fallout lies/ Watch it grow where the tear stain dries/ To keep you safe tonight" S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W

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"Turn my headphones up real loud/ I don't think I need them now/ 'Cause you stop the noise and- " Summertime

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"Brother, protect me now/ With blood they wash in the money!" DESTROYA

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"They laugh, we don't think it's funny/ If all you are/ Is just what you own/ What have you become/ When they take from you almost everything?" DESTROYA

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"So show me what you got, you children of a gun/ Don't hide and we don't run!/ Against the sun, we're the enemy!" DESTROYA

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"We don't care about the message or the rules they make/ I'll meet you when the sun goes black" The Kids From Yesterday

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"And you only live forever in the lights you make" The Kids From Yesterday

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"All the cameras watch the accidents and stars you hate/ They only care if you can bleed/ Does the television make you feel the pills you ate/ Or every person that you need to be?" The Kids From Yesterday

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"Hair back, collar up, jet black, so cool!/ Sing it like the kids are mean to you!" Vampire Money

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"The kids don't care if you're alright, honey/ Pills don't help, but it sure is funny/ Gimme, gimme some of that vampire money, come on!" Vampire Money

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"Dedication, to the places that you never need to hide/ Occupations, the opportunity to see yourself in lights" We Don't Need Another Song About California

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"Now I'm gonna show you how much I love you/ Oh, my magazine is full of ugly things" Zero Percent

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"They wanna grip the cross, make cavities/ Adjust because it's purely a crime/ So let's break the cops, that casually/ And break the walls of cryogenic smile" F.T.W.W.W.

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"We all got to die/ But tonight, wed sell our skin to get you right/ We all gotta try/ I'll be ready with leather arms, leather slide" F.T.W.W.W.

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"Medication, and the way your eyes look into me/ Lubrication, can you turn off all the lights so I can't see?" Mastas of Ravenkroft

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"Better grab your soul from the fingers of death" Black Dragon Fighting Society

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[cassiefromhell]

Unexpected (pt. 5)

Part One Part Four Part Six

Fanbase: acotar

Eris x Reader x Azriel

Summary: You've healed nicely from your nasty encounter with your least favorite bitchy creature, but what now? You've missed your own mating ceremony... where do you go from here?

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: smut! fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (and mention of a lot of it!) dirty talk

A/N: Requests are OPEN! Check my pinned message for details on what I'll write <3. Thank you so, so much for the notes on this lil series! I read all comments and reblogs. The poll I had last week ended up juuuust barely going in favor of longer chapters on Unexpected, so that's what further updates will mainly be.

It only took three more days for me to gain the strength to go back to our room, and I took that opportunity immediately.

Azriel was in and out of the medical room, visiting as much as he could. 

I won’t lie and say it wasn’t awkward at times, when Eris was there. But Azriel was good at finding the fleeting moments when Eris was in a meeting, or (heaven forbid!) on a short trip to another court. My first mate was never gone for more than an hour or two, but Azriel seemed to slide in each moment that the High Lord was gone.

I liked having company. Eris focused more on making sure I was comfortable, having me walk around — with his arm for balance, of course — and keeping my pillows properly fluffed, blankets perfectly tucked. He brought me books and town newspapers, and told me jokes and funny things about his day.

Azriel was far more reserved, but still he came. He brought me more things than I could think possible in three short days. More books, which made me wonder if his shadows had seen Eris bring me those and he followed after (he also mentioned some odd thing about a house recommending books?) He brought me food, and asked what I liked, and then brought me croissants and macarons every day forward. He gifted me a few boxes of Night Court attire — flowing dresses and jumpsuits of deep violet and navy blue. 

But the thing I loved most?

He brought me a blueprint. Of a knife.

A blacksmith’s plan for a knife that Azriel had commissioned for me, the matching sister of Truth Teller.

I had nearly cried when I saw the beauty of just the sketch.

But now, I’m sitting in bed, curled up with a book. This is my second day back in the room, and I’ve finally convinced Eris to resume his normal daily schedule.

Which leaves me here alone. But I don’t particularly mind. I’m happy to have some time with just me and a romance novel. 

At least, alone for a few hours.

Because footsteps are coming down the hall, and with a glance at the clock, I discover that it’s Eris’s lunch hour.

Of course he’s coming to eat with me.

I grin, putting my book to the side. I adjust the pillows around me, making room for my mate. I do sometimes find myself missing him, his red hair and sarcasm and the little nicknames he has for me.

The door swings open by force of magic, and my lover is quickly in the doorway. I’m taken aback by what he has in his hands: a massive tray filled to the brim with food. Sandwiches, salads, pastries and soups and desserts.

I squeal, opening my arms for him. Eris places the tray on my lap and crawls into bed beside me, showering my neck and face with kisses.

“See? I knew you’d love this. The way to your heart is food.”

I laugh, catching his face in my hands and giving him a long kiss. “You know me better than anyone, High Lord.”

“Ohh, don’t go High Lord-ing me, missy,” he shoves a finger sandwich in my mouth. “You have me in the palm of your hand and you know it.”

Giggling, I chew and swallow my sandwich, leaning against him. He wraps an arm around me, half of the time feeding himself and the other hand feeding me with both food and kisses and little sweet whisperings against my ear.

And I’m happy here.

I eat my macaron — which, of course he brought me those — with a smile, until my eyes catch on a certain sandwich that I know is Eris’s favorite.

“What’s wrong?” he murmurs, eyes trained on my suddenly downcast expression.

“I’m thinking,” I whisper, taking that sandwich and holding it between my fingers. 

He tenses. “…Shit. You hate it. What did I do wrong? Here, let me—” he moves to take away the tray, but I stop him with a hand on his wrist. 

“Hold on. Let me consider.”

I stare at that little finger sandwich intently. It’s Eris’s very favorite, and I’m sitting next to this man who I love so much and who is my mate and I still have not officially accepted as such.

So I turn to face him, pulling my legs in and getting up on my knees. Once I do that, he’s at eye level, and I can really see the concern glimmering in his gaze.

I stroke his cheek, and then begin to murmur the Autumn Court vows. “Eris Vanserra, prince of fire and High Lord of the leaves…”

Eris’s eyes widen, and he looks down to the sandwich in my hands. His jaw falls, and his lips are parted, leaving him with an utterly flabbergasted expression. “But— but you wanted the whole—”

I cover his mouth gently. “Yes, I wanted the whole disgustingly lavish ceremony. But I think the gods have said that’s a bad idea. Now let me do the whole vows thing,” I command, and he nods eagerly. “Eris Vanserra, prince of fire and High Lord of the leaves, you have taken my heart in your grasp and I trust you with it. You are the other half of my soul, and I am prepared to give you all of mine. I accept you as my mate.”

I hold out the sandwich, lowering my hand from his mouth. Eris takes the food with a shaking hand. He chews his bottom lip, tilting his hair forward, and little strands of red hair fall across his forehead. 

“…Are you sure…?” he asks, his voice hardly a whisper. “I don’t… want you to regret this.”

I offer a soft smile, sinking back to sit on my heels. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

His eyes glisten, and he nods, flipping the sandwich in his fingers. “I don’t remember my part of the vows, as embarrassing as it is..”

Laughing, I nudge his hand. “That’s alright. The eating is the important part.”

He takes a bite, and then another, and then he’s scarfing it down.

“Slow down. You’ll choke.” 

“You can’t blame me for being speedy, I want to be choking on your cunt.”

I flush, but lean forward anyway, kissing his throat as he eats.

The bond begins to solidify, shifting from a fraying thread into a sturdy rope, golden and shimmering and lovely.

Eris finishes his sandwich, and with a snap of his fingers, the tray is teleported across the room. He sweeps me into his arms, laying me down onto the blankets and pillows.

“How are you feeling today, love?” he murmurs, pausing before doing anything serious.

“Oh, fuck me already, Eris.”

He just gives a low chuckle in response, kissing me. Our tongues and teeth clash, dancing around each other. His hands make quick work of my dress, sliding it up and off of me.

Okay, he’s a little needy.

“Aw, poor Eris had to go a week and a half without me?” I tease, reaching up to run my hands through his hair. 

He growls as a reply, mouth dipping down… and then down some more. He kisses down my throat, unclasping my bra with deft fingers and sliding it off. His tongue makes circles over my breasts, and then again, never quite hitting the nipple.

“Eris,” I whine, and that’s all it takes.

Eris kisses each of my nipples, gently biting the raised buds. My whimpers seem to egg him on, and he’s quickly sliding a hand down my body, pulling off my panties.

“Eri—”

His full name doesn’t even get the chance to escape my mouth, because it’s cut off by a long moan. His thumb has found my clit, and is gently, teasingly, circling it.

A moment later, and his head is down there too, his tongue licking a stripe along my folds.

I nearly cry.

Eris has never been one for long teasery — well, he tries, but he always gives in with a glance at my face. He’s certainly too eager for even trying to hold out on me now, having been abstinent for longer than either of our likings.

His tongue laps at me, hands pushing my knees apart. I throw the covers off of us so that I can see him, see his red hair tied back at the base of his neck, see his mouth feasting on me like a man starved, and— his eyes. He’s looking up at me, relentlessly, and he doesn’t break his gaze as a finger enters me.

I whimper softly at the sensation, my back arching up, off of the mattress. The waves of pleasure creeping up my spine are intense, amplified by the amount of time it’s been since I’ve climaxed, found that incredible cliff that I am now approaching.

“You’re sensitive today,” he murmurs, voice rumbling against me. “I can feel it.”

He adds a second finger, and I nearly come just from his soft growl.

But just as I find myself on the edge, whining and gripping his hair, biting the pillow, he completely stops, sliding up my body. 

“Shit,” I moan softly, having a terrible feeling that he’s going to edge me. For a long time.

But instead, he gives me a long kiss, letting me taste myself on his tongue. And in the middle of it all, his fingers start to move again, his thumb circling my clit once more. 

He pulls away, just enough to speak against my mouth. “Fuck, sweetheart. Look at how well you’re doing, all pent up like this.”

Then his thumb centers on my clit, rubbing it with soft strokes, and it sends me plummeting over the edge. Stars form behind my eyelids, unintelligible whimpers spilling from my lips, and Eris coaxes me through it all, stimulating my oversensitive nerves and giving me praise.

When I’m calmed from my high, gazing up at him with a lazy smile, I whisper. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

“And you are gorgeous. I could not ask the Mother for a better mate,” he purred, shifting to kiss me once more.

He presses his clothed hips to my bare ones, showing me exactly how much he wants me.

I laugh against his mouth, my hands trailing down. “Why is it,” I murmur into his lips, “that I’m naked and you’re still fully clothed.”

“It’s because you never undressed me.”

“Aye, don’t point fingers.”

We both laugh, and I have my hand on the first button of his shirt when a sharp, piercing tug comes on the mating bond.

I flinch. 

Eris frowns, tilting his head and brushing a kiss to my cheek. “What’s wrong?”

Sighing heavily, I zero in on the mating bond connecting me to Azriel. “Give me just a second. Shadow Boy is tugging.”

Are you alright? I ask the thread.

Physically, yes. Why wouldn’t I be. His response is flat, and is more of a statement where a question should be instead.

You tugged. Hard. It kind of hurt.

You know I can feel all of your emotions, right? You have no mental shields up.

Okay, so? But my response is a little distracted, because Eris has sat up, straddling my thighs. He unbuttons his shirt, slowly, teasingly.

My breath catches in my throat when he flexed his hips upward, showing off the bulge in his pants. I palm it gently as Azriel’s response comes.

I’d rather not know what you’re feeling.

It takes me a moment, and then I remember the arousal and pleasure that has been flooding my mind for the last few minutes, and it clicks.

I laugh, running a finger down the seam of Eris’s pants. “He can sense my emotions and feelings. He’s asking for me to stop subjecting him to my sex life.”

Jealous? I ask down the bond, grinning as Eris hurries his undressing. Unfortunately, he was in a council meeting earlier, so he’s sporting a uniform with a bajillion clasps and buttons and buckles.

No reply comes.

Are you a little, tiny bit envious of Eris right now? Because he gets to fuck the shit out of me.

And preparing to fuck the shit out of me he is, as Eris is hovering over me now, mostly undressed. He frees himself, pulling out his long, thick cock. I like the little curve it has, and I trace the vein on the underside with my index finger. 

Maybe you should stop teasing me, or I’ll show up and put your fun to an end.

Alright, alright. Shutting up. I’ll try to keep my emotions to myself.

The bond goes silent.

“He’s gone,” I whisper.

Immediately, Eris is positioning himself between my legs, capturing me in a kiss once more. His thumb grazes my clit, and I feel the telltale pressure against my entrance.

Instinctually, I spread my legs. I whimper as he pushes in, just slightly, stretching me wide. It hurts, just a bit — I thought I would be used to him by now, but I guess not after a week without this, without him.

“Fuck,” he whispers, trailing kisses down my neck. “You’re so fucking tight.”

He sinks in further, and I find my hands rooted in his hair, holding his head close. I leave breathy kisses against his ear and throat, murmuring strings of praises. “Gods, you feel good… mother save me… start moving, I need you.”

He pulls his hips back slowly, hissing as my body grips him. Then, he snaps back in, just barely managing to brush that one spot deep in me.

My back arcs, and a whimper escapes me as his free hand grabs both of mine, pinning them above my head — his other still teasing my clit.

He begins a steady pace, until the lingering pain at my core subsides, and is replaced with more slick, and need, and burning pleasure.

“Fuck,” I whisper, lifting my hips to add to the friction. “Harder— harder, please…”

A grin spreads across my High Lord’s face, and he kisses my shoulder, picking up into a brutal pace, the sounds of skin on skin filling the room.

The pleasure is immense. Each time his thumb brushes my clit, or his cock hits that one spot, I see stars. My abdomen begins to tense, and my noises become more frequent.

Eris shifts to have his head directly above me, watching my expression closely. The eye contact alone pushes me that much closer to the edge, and fast.

“Coming already?” He croons, putting our foreheads together. “Needy, needy little creature, aren’t you?”

I nod against him, our noses brushing. “Please.”

And he silently obliges me (as silent as he gets during sex, still panting and making little pleased noises) by pressing the heel of his hand against my clit.

The result is instant. Stars bloom and explode behind my eyelids, and I chant his name like a prayer, whimpering and moaning and whining as his pace stays relentless, coaxing me through my crashing orgasm.

His pace does not grow sloppier; he’s never gotten sloppy before he cums, if anything he just gets more rigid, pace growing faster and harder but never sloppy. He tilts his head down to rest on my shoulder, groaning as his cock twitches inside me. “Such a good girl for me, hmm?”

I squeeze his hand with one of mine, grinning when his words come out breathless. “Give it to me. Fill me.”

And he does, nearly immediately. He gives one last snapping thrust into me, burying himself deep inside. I can tell he’s cumming by the moans and unintelligible mumbles leaking from his throat, combined with the slight increase in warmth at my pelvis.

“What a good mate you are,” I purr, working one hand out of his grip to stroke his hair. “Filling me up with your seed. Such a good boy—”

Eris shuts me up with a long kiss, and he remains buried in me, carefully pulling me onto his lap as he sits up.

Pulling away slowly, he speaks softly. “I need to cancel my meetings for the next few days — at least. You know what they say about the whole newly-mated male thing, so the council hopefully won’t fight too much. I’m sure they’d rather have my absence than a volatile male.”

“Youuu can do that later,” I grumble, catching his bottom lip between my teeth. That fiery need is building between my legs once more, creeping up my spine and peaking my nipples. “Fuck now. Lord business later.”

He has no qualms — at least, he speaks none — about my decision, and he captures my mouth in his. His hands slide up, one to my jaw, the other to my hair, locking me into the kiss. As he does, I catch the slight scent of magic in my nose, and I crack an eye open to see a letter writing itself on the desk. I can’t read it from here, but it’s short, and slid under the door in a blur.

He pulls back, smirking as he takes me in. “I’ve hardly touched you and you’re all flushed and messy.”

“Hardly— hardly touched?” I ask, incredulous. “You’re buried in me, to the hilt.”

His smirk breaks into a toothy grin, flashing me his canines. “Yes, and I’ve done much worse. Now, tell me, where would you next like to be made a mess?”

I’ve decided to both thank and curse the mother for the mating frenzy.

For the last three days, Eris and I have been relentless. It’s pathetic, really, the way we can’t even manage a good night’s sleep. By the time we’re able to fuck eachother senseless enough to slip into sleep, one of us wakes up with that fiery need again after no more than an hour.

Mercifully, the staff in the palace understands. They bring us food and leave it outside the door, and other than that they leave us alone.

Even now, as I sit in the bath with Eris, the soreness in all of my limbs lingers. I sigh softly, nestling myself safely in Eris’s arms as the warm water seeps into my tired bones.

“We should probably get some actual cleaning done, before it comes back,” he murmurs, running his fingers through my damp hair. “We made a deal to get in the bath and cleanse ourselves, and instead we’ve just fucked. Twice.”

I giggle, pressing my face to the center of his chest. “Yeah, well… it was fun.”

“That it was,” he hums, removing one arm from me. He starts to run soap over my body, and I’m content to let him do that while I lay here limp. “You’re so beautiful, love.”

I bite his shoulder gently, to which he replies with a smack to my ass under the water. Laughing, I pull his face down, peppering it with kisses.

“You are not helpful,” he growls, taking my shoulders and turning me around. “Hold still and let me do your hair.”

I shift myself to turn and face him once more, but go still when his fingers start working shampoo into my hair. I practically purr at the massage, melting into his touch.

This, 

This is bliss.

It takes two more days for the frenzy to slow, and Eris and I come to the decision that we can go without each other for a few hours.

So, I sit in the center of the music hall, which is completely empty each day until two, when the musicians come to practice. It’s nearly noon now, and I’m just out of the room to get away from the overwhelming scent of sex, and to get a little practice in. 

The harp that leans on my shoulder is playing a song that I wrote on my own. I hum along with it as my fingers pluck the long strings, leaning into the deep vibrations.

I’ve played the harp since I was young. I was allowed to learn one instrument as a child, and little, tiny, adolescent me chose the harp. Looking back on it, perhaps a piano or guitar would have been more practical, but the time for choosing an instrument to learn has long since passed.

The music glides from my hands like an ice skater on a frozen lake, making graceful circles and figure eights, going fast and then so, so very slow.

My alone time is broken around an hour into my practice. The shadows contort in the room, and then there’s an undeniable presence behind me. I don’t even need to look to know who he is. 

“Congratulations,” Azriel says, followed by the soft shuffle of wings being adjusted. “On your mating.”

“Thank you,” I reply, finally halting my music to glance over at him. “I hope you aren’t too bothered by it.”

He gives a noncommittal shrug, walking over and standing beside me. His arms cross over his chest as he speaks, “It was expected. You’ve known Eris for far longer than me. I didn’t know you played the harp.”

Smooth topic change.

“I can’t remember a time when I didn’t.”

“You would love the musician’s quarter, in Velaris. It’s always filled with the most magnificent sound. I could show you, if you come to visit.”

I turn back to the strings in front of me, running my thumb along the golden shoulder of the instrument. “I’ve already told you that I would visit at some point. Have you come here to remind me?”

Azriel shifts on his feet slightly — and something tells me that he isn’t typically one for nervous habits, so maybe I make him exceptionally anxious. “Not really.”

“Then why, exactly, are you here?”

“Do I need a reason?”

I raise a brow, plucking a few strings absentmindedly. “When Eris is in full mated-male protective mode?” Azriel tenses. “Perhaps you should have an excuse for being in his palace.”

“Then I’m here because I was bringing you this,” he replies, holding out a velvet box.

Turning to face him, I take the box gingerly. Pulling the cover up reveals something exquisite, and I snap it shut. 

“I… I cannot accept this,” I stumble over my words, blinking as he opens the box again. “It’s too— holy mother.”

He chuckles, shaking his head and carefully picking up the necklace. It’s a double layered chain; the shorter, closer to my neck layer is thin and a shimmering silver unlike anything I’ve laid eyes on before, and topped off with a delicate dagger pendant, encrusted in a blue stone like his siphons; the longer layer is a sharp gold, glittering in the sunlight and almost giving the appearance of being on fire, and hanging from it is a leaf with — well, I don’t know if my eyes are playing tricks on me, but it seems to have a little orb inside holding actual fire.

“I’ve had it custom made for you. It would be horrible manners to not accept it.”

I feel blood brush the skin on the back of my neck, and then dance across my ears. “Then, uhm, I suppose I’ll have to take it, hm?” I take it from his grasp, holding it to my neck. “Help me clasp it, since you’re intent on me having it.”

Azriel steps behind me, his calloused fingers brushing my nape as he clips the chains together. His hand linger possibly a little longer than is necessary, but I didn’t complain.

To think of it, I’ve never actually gotten a particularly good view of his hands. They were often hidden in the fabric of his clothing, or gloved, or moving too fast to be seen. I’ve always liked hands — are they scarred, or smooth? Long or short nails? Wrinkled, or baby-skinned? 

But as I reach for his hands to bring them forward, they suddenly retract. In fact, turning around reveals that Azriel has taken three steps back. 

“What’s wrong?” I frown, eyes flicking to his arms, which have expertly, subtly, hidden his wrists behind his back.

“Nothing,” he replies in a smooth, reassuring tone, “you look stunning. I had a feeling that the necklace would glow on you.”

“It disappoints me that you think you can evade my questioning. I’m your mate, you don’t need to hide anything from me.”

A ghost of a smile crosses his lips.

“What?” I scowl, standing and striding over to him. 

He continues to retreat backwards, until I know for certain that this has somehow become some sort of a game for him by the growing amusement on his features.

And I have the feeling that he’s competitive.

I feign a stop, and then lunge at him, angling myself to send him sprawling to the ground. I’ve slipped into my assassin skill set.

But Azriel has tricks up his own sleeve, because the sidesteps and twists his leg, aiming to knock me over. His maneuver fails, and before I know it, we’ve essentially engaged in combat.

Except he refuses to use his hands. 

We twist and spin, dancing across the music hall. None of my attempts to grab him work, but he’s also unsuccessful in taking me down without his hands. I’m sure his shadows could help, but he’s not using them — and I have the feeling that he’s trying to be gentle with me.

“Are you going easy on me?” I accuse, my hand snapping out and finally making contact, managing to grab his bicep… but his hand stays firmly behind his back.

“Perhaps. But I have a distinct advantage — height, wings, and shadows.”

“Yeah, well, I have fire and I’d just rather not burn you.”

And there it is — he flinches.

But he recovers quickly, and I’m too busy processing his flinch to dodge when his wing comes at me. The muscle under its velvet skin swivels me around with ease, and suddenly my hands are pinned behind my shoulder blades, by Azriel’s own hand.

I find myself unable to turn around. Why? Because my back is pressed completely up against Azriel’s chest, his head dipped down to be on the same level as my own. My hands and his are trapped between us, guaranteeing that I won’t be able to catch a glimpse.

“I win,” he murmurs, his lips against my ear.

“That you did. But you flinched,” I murmur back, turning my head just enough to be able to see his face. It’s completely neutral again, if not a little amused. No hint of the flinching boy that had flashed in front of me.

“You mentioned having fire, and I realized that if I let our little match go on for much longer, you might get a little too hot for comfort,” he replies, maybe too slowly. 

His tone is so believable that I nearly let it go. But as he speaks, the darkness pooled at our feet recoils from him, tendrils of it wrapping up my ankles and stroking my skin.

“Your shadows don’t like it when you lie to me,” I tilt my head to the void building on my legs.

Azriel narrows his eyes but says nothing; the shadows scatter.

Softening my tone, I tilt my head back against his shoulder and try again. “Why can’t I see your hands, Azriel?”

He sighs the heaviest sigh imaginable, nearly breaking my heart in the process. But he releases my hands, and waits.

I don’t step away, gazing up at him expectantly.

We end up just staring at each other for a few moments. His eyes tell a story that I know will hurt to hear when it is vocalized. But I want to know his tales. I find myself a bit infatuated with this other mate — who is Azriel Shadowsinger?

But nevertheless, there’s a shifting behind me as his hands move, and he brings them to be in front of me.

I have to stifle a gasp at the sight.

Azriel’s hands are covered in burn scars. Not an inch of the skin spanning his fingertips to his forearm is untouched. The skin is raised and rigid, and parts of it are a darkened brown or red.

Biting my lip, I carefully run a fingertip over one of the ridges. The skin is surprisingly smooth itself, just with raised bumps and dips along the surface. His abdomen tenses against my lower back as I touch his hand, but he doesn’t object.

“I don’t think they’re ugly, if that’s what you were afraid of,” I murmur, taking one of his hands in mine and continuing to trace along the other. “I’ve always liked hands. They’re the most useful parts of the body, for the most part — capable of so many things. And the marks just tell stories.” I flip my own hand over, showing the scars littering my palms. “My hands weave the tale of an assassin, an expert at her craft. Yours tell the story of a warrior with a backstory worth sharing to loved ones. And that history needn’t be retold today.”

Then, completely unexpectedly, he pressed a gentle kiss to the side of my neck.

“Thank you,” he whispered with lips brushing my skin. 

We stand there for a few seconds or moments or minutes, I cannot tell. But I’ve grown to like the feeling of his mouth on my neck, his hands almost feeling familiar under my touch.

“While we’re asking questions,” I start, shifting myself forward slightly. “You smiled earlier, just before this whole spontaneous sparring spree began. Why?”

Suddenly, he grips both of my wrists, pinning them between us like he had before. He grins, picking up that competitive gleam in his gaze once more. “Just because.”

“Because why,” I scowl, now trying to shimmy out of his grip.

“You’re a moody one, you know.”

“Me, moody? You look like you’ve just stepped out of a portal to a gothic land of spiders and shadows — Cauldron, you have shadows that follow you,” I feign outrage, which makes him chuckle darkly.

“I smiled because you called me your mate. Out loud and to my face.”

I pause, and then try to whirl, grinning now. “Let me go, and maybe I’ll do it again.”

“You’ll have to win your way out of my grasp. And may I mention, you pack some solid muscle for how small you are—“

“Small?” I shout, trying to elbow him — but he keeps his hold on me. I struggle, while he laughs, and I find a part of myself quite amused as well — and the other part of me, well, I too am competitive.

There’s a creak from the other side of the room that I barely register, but Azriel’s shadows spin like crazy, swirling at our feet like a warning bell.

But Azriel just holds me tighter, ignoring the shadows. I land a kick to his shin that makes him lose his balance — but he drags me when we stumble, growling as I try to break free, and—

And, of course, that is when the door swings open—

Eris Vanserra stares at us, with eyes that start with shock.

And then shift to indescribable rage.

Part Six

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A Bad Idea

Summary: When you’re conscripted into the Civil War that’s ravaging your planet, you know that it’s only a matter of time before you’re killed. No one cares about what happens to the people like you, not the Rebellion and certainly not the Empire. And so, desperate for someone to fight for people like you, you make the worst choice of your life.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Slick x F! Reader

Word Count: 3164

Warnings: light almost Smut, violence, reader is called whore once

A/N: So, I managed to type this in a couple of hours, I hope you all like it. I promise I'll write someone other than Slick again eventually.

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“How are you holding up?”

You look up at the familiar voice to your left, and a tiny smile lifts your lips as you see your cousin approaching you. Like you, he’s clad in worn fatigues and battered armor. The dark circles under his eyes almost make him look like he’s been punched in the face.

...oh.

Based on the way his nose is sitting, he was.

“I’m tired,” You reply without mentioning his obviously broken nose or the way he’s carrying himself, “It’s been a long month.”

He sits next to you on the ground, absently bumping your shoulder with his own, “It’s only going to get longer. Commander says that we have to be at the Absilon Fields by the end of the month.”

“So another month of hard marching.” You tilt your head back with a sigh, already able to feel your feet and legs screaming from the pain of the upcoming month.

“Better marching than fighting,” Your cousin points out.

You make a face. He’s not wrong.

Everyone in this battalion, yourself included, were press-ganged into the Imperial Army. If you were between the ages of 16 and 40, and didn’t have any obvious disabilities, you were forced into the army.

However, the Press Army, as the news has taken to calling you, is little more than canon fodder. The weapons and gear you get wouldn’t protect you from a determined duck, let alone the wrath of the Rebellion Armies.

Which, by the way, are lead by actual gods.

“What are the odds of me being able to run away and make my life as a hermit in a bog?” You ask.

Your cousin snickers, “Gonna become the Baba Yaga? Build a house with chicken legs?”

“Come on, it can’t be worse than this.”

He bumps your shoulder again, and his smile fades, “You won’t make it to the tree line before the assassin droids take you down.”

You sigh and drop your head to his shoulder, “What does it matter, anyway? We’re going to die the moment we come face to face with one of those gods.”

“We might not.” He doesn’t sound like he believes it any more than you do.

You roll your eyes, “Then the Imperial Army itself will kill us.” Your cousin doesn’t say anything at that. “The Commander beat the shit out of you again, didn’t he?”

He sighs, “Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Because I looked at him funny.”

You turn to look at him, “Maybe I’ll take my chances with the assassin droids.”

“Just...hold out for a little longer?” He pleads with you, “I’ll find a way to get you out and get you back home.”

“Assuming home is still standing.”

Once again, your cousin doesn’t say anything. And you can’t help but wonder if he actually believes the things that he says, or if he’s just trying to keep you from giving up hope.

You remain sitting next to your cousin for a while longer, listening to the muffled sobs of your fellow soldiers, until the horn sounds across the camp, announcing that it’s time for lights out.

He squeezes your shoulder one time, and then pushes to his feet to head deeper into the camp, where his squad is located. You, however, don’t have to go far. You’re tent is only a few feet away.

Like everything else belonging to the Press-gang, the tent can barely be called that. It’s basically a tarp thrown over a rope and pinned to the ground with some wooden stakes. It’s open on two sides, and does absolutely nothing to shield you from the weather or the cold.

You do have a sleeping bag, no pillow though.

“If I survive this civil war,” You say to your Squad as you hold up your blanket so one of the other woman can take a very rough shower and change into her sleepwear, “I’m going to need back surgery.”

“If I survive the civil war,” The woman standing next to you replies, “I’m never camping again. The closest I’ll ever come to camping is sleeping in a hotel room.”

The woman washing, swiftly dries herself off, and pulls on a clean-ish pair of clothes, and takes your place, allowing you to take a quick shower. “What if your husband likes camping?” She asks, smoothly interjecting herself into the conversation.

“Fuck him, I’ll get a divorce.”

The tent fills with quiet laughter, all of you having learned from experience that any sound of merriment is punishable by lashes.

It takes less then fifteen minutes for all five of you to shower, dress, and get yourselves situated in the tent in such a way that you’re all covered if bad weather should arrive.

But, even as the camp falls silent, sleep doesn’t come.

The ground is hard, and it’s so cold that the sleeping bags do little to help. Not to mention, the sound of the assassin droids walking around is very distracting. So, you end up rolling onto your stomach and resting your chin on your folded arms.

You’re not alone in your insomnia.

The woman directly to your left, you think her name is Tunia, is also awake. She’s older than you, by almost 20 years and had she been several years older, she wouldn’t be here at all.

“Alright?” You ask, your voice hushed.

She nods once, “Once you get to be my age, sleeping on the ground just isn’t possible anymore.”

“I’m sorry.”

She shakes her head, “It’s alright.”

You think that’s the end of the conversation, so you close your eyes and try to sleep, but there’s a rock digging into your ribs, and it’s really distracting...and painful.

“I wonder—” Your eyes snap open and focus on Tunia, “Do you think there’s one of those same faced gods in the woods around us?”

“Doubt it. And even if there was, why would they help us? We’re the bad guys, remember.”

“We’re little more than slaves,” Tunia hisses, and your gaze flickers around nervously.

“Careful—”

“What kid of god turns a blind eye to the suffering around them?”

“Uh...well, according to literally all of the religious books I’ve ever read...all of them?” You press closer to the ground, “You need to calm down before you get in trouble.”

Tunia scowls at you, “So you’re not even going to try to fight?”

You scowl right back, “We march all day, on an almost empty stomach. We’re allowed one meal and are only permitted to sleep 6 hours a day. With what energy am I meant to fight back with?”

The older woman opens her mouth to reply, only to stop as heavy steps approach the tent, “FC-2378 and FC-1456, it is now quiet hours. Any further noise from either of you will result in immediate termination.”

“I have a name you stupid tin cans!” Tunia snaps, “I am not a numb—” She doesn’t get to finish her sentence as there’s the sudden crack of a pistol firing and she goes limp, a neat hole in the center of her forehead.

You avert your eyes, it’s not the first time you’ve witnessed an execution firsthand, but it never gets any easier.

“FC-2378,” The assassin droid turns it’s attention to you, “Dispose of FC-1456 and return to your bedroll when you finish.”

“...right.”

“The disposal site for this location is half a mile inside the forest. A pit has already been prepared.”

The droid keeps it’s attention on you as you slide out from your bedroll, stand, and grab Tunia’s sleeping bag to transport her body.

It’s going to take forever, which is the damned point you’re sure.

You gracelessly drop Tunia’s body and sleeping bag into the burial pit, and then drop to the ground gasping for breath. That half a mile felt more like ten miles and you need a break before you try to make the trek back to camp.

It’s a bit warmer in the forest proper, likely from all of the trees and plants offering some protection from the elements. Maybe.

And you find yourself laying back while you try to catch your breath.

You could just...not go back.

No one will come looking for you, they’ll assume that you died in the forest. From a wild animal or your own carelessness.

No one in command will care about one more missing soldier.

It’s funny.

Laying here in the forest, you feel safe. Like you don’t have to worry about anything hurting you. Like nothing can hurt you.

You roll onto your side to sit up properly, and you see something odd.

A path, only noticeable because of how you’re laying on the ground.

But now that you see it, you can’t stop seeing it.

You sit up on your knees, and then slowly get to your feet. There’s no harm in following it for a little bit, right? The moment you step on the path, the forest falls silent.

Eerily silent, even the insects aren’t making any noise.

There’s the sensation of something big and dangerous watching you.

But you don’t feel afraid.

And maybe it has more to do with the fact that your life has been hell for the last several months, but as you descend down the path, you actually start to feel safer. Protected, even.

You’re not sure how long you had been walking for as you reach the end of the path. It doesn’t feel like it’s been a long time, but you also feel like you’ve been in some kind of trance the entire time you’ve been walking. Or maybe you’ve been sleep walking?

Whichever the case might be, you reach the end of the path and find yourself blocked by a stone door set into a cliff face. There doesn’t appear to be a handle to help you leverage the door open, either.

You step closer to the door and press your hand against it, and it shifts slightly at the small amount of weight you apply to it. Thinking that it must be a push door, then, you place both of your hands on the door and lean your weight against it.

The door shifts, a little at first, and then it slowly opens, scraping across the stone floor on the other side.

Warm, damp air rushes out from inside the cavern, and you release a startled yelp as the door vanishes as soon as it’s completely open and you tumble to the ground.

You take a moment to make sure that you’re not seriously hurt, and then you look up to see what the door had been protecting.

However, in the several seconds that you aren’t paying attention, the cavern has vanished as well. In fact, the entire cliff face has vanished, leaving you sitting on your knees in the same forest you’ve been walking in for so long.

“...What’s happening right now?” You ask out loud, as you slowly push to your feet.

“Well now, this is very interesting,” A sudden male voice says from behind you, and you whip around with a startled squeak. The man is tall and broad, with dark skin and curly hair that puffs up around his head. “It’s been, oh, centuries since I’ve had a visitor.”

He steps closer to you, and you find yourself staring at him.

He...looks like what the reports of what the gods helping the Rebellion look like. But, unlike any of the reports you’ve read, this man is heavily scarred and tattooed, and strangely enough, he has chains wrapped around his arms and legs.

The god, because he can’t be anything else, moves a little closer, band then he pauses as the chains start to dissolve into ash.

You watch him watch the chains, and you shiver as he chuckles. Then your back straightens as he focuses his golden gaze on you.

Ridiculously, you feel under dressed. The worn pajamas you were given when you were forced into the Imperial Army seem like they’re not resplendent enough to be in his presence.

And then he’s circling you, like a tiger examining his prey. You follow him with your eyes, knowing, instinctively, that you want to keep him in your line of sight. There’s a small smirk playing on his lips, and you realize, suddenly, that every step is bringing him closer to you.

“You—You’re one of them, aren’t you?” You ask, your mouth dry as he stops close enough to you that your chest is brushing against his.

When he speaks, there’s amusement in his voice, “One of who?”

“The Gods. The same faced ones.”

He scans your face for a moment, as if he’s looking for something, and then he lightly grips your chin. It’s almost embarrassing how electricity shoots down your spine at his touch.

And it is embarrassing that he seems to realize how you’re reacting to his touch.

His smile widens into something smug, and he lazily drags his thumb across your lower lip, “Is that what we’re being called these days?” The amusement in his voice is biting, and you get the feeling that he’s offended. “I suppose I can play along, I’ve never been opposed to a pretty thing like you praying to me.”

It almost sounds like he’s implying that he’s not a god, but that’s not what the reports say.

Your tongue flicks against your lower lip, accidentally brushing against his thumb, and something possessive flares in his eyes as his grip on your chin tightens. “So…” You whisper, unable or perhaps unwilling to speak any louder, “Who are you then?”

The fact that you managed to get that out without stuttering should earn you a damned trophy.

He smirks and leans in so his lips are hovering just over yours, “My name is Slick, and I am one of the fallen.”

“I—I’m sorry, I don’t—”

“For every brother who stands in the light,” Slick says, his lips ghosting against yours in a way that makes your whole body tingle, “another must stand in darkness. That’s how it works.” He nips your lower lip and you’re forced to muffle a whine, “I,” He continues in between possessive nips against your lips, “am the god of nothing and no one. Worshiped by you, and you alone.”

Your breath hitches at his words, and Slick’s lips crash against yours, and you’re helpless but to cling to him as you happily submit to him, and a whimper leaves you as you feel his erection pressed against your stomach.

He breaks the kiss, and you blink up at him, slightly hazy and very needy, “You have almost no energy,” Slick grumbles, “Why?”

It’s a question and a demand, and so the whole story falls from your lips as he rains heated kisses against your neck and throat. From the rumors of the first god to appear in the forest, to the civil war to the press-gang to the execution of your friends.

All the while, Slick listens attentively, even as his hands slide over your body as though it exists for him and him alone. And, for all you know, maybe to him it does.

As you finish your story, a cruel smile crosses his face. “It seems you’ve given me something fun to do.” You feel his cock twitch against your stomach, and you shiver. You want nothing more than to drop to your knees and worship him like he deserves.

But he wants to talk.

It’s a crying shame.

“I have?”

“You have.” Slick’s grin widens, “I’ve always loved killing people who enslave others.”

“Oh...good.”

“Now,” He tugs on the collar of your shirt, “Take these off.”

“...what?”

He rolls his eyes, “We’re going to fuck,” Slick says bluntly, “I’m going to claim you as mine.”

“But, anyone could see—” It’s not a real complaint, it’s just the first thing that popped in your head since a cheerful yay would probably get you laughed at.

“Let them, I’ll rip their eyes out.” He leans in and bites down on your neck, “Take.” he bites you again, “Them.” He bites you a third time. “Off.”

And, well, seeing as that’s what you wanted anyway, you do.

Slick happily grabs your clothes and tosses them away, “Much better.” He purrs out, as he tosses his own trousers to the side as well, and then smooths his hand over your head, “Now, how best to start?”

You lean heavily against him, “I—”

His gaze immediately snaps to your face, “Do you have an opinion?” There’s a grin on his face, “Tell me.”

Your face burns with embarrassment, “I want to taste you.”

“Well, who am I to deny you?” Slick teases, his voice surprisingly soft as his hand settles on the side of your neck, “On your knees, pretty.”

You’re all to eager to follow his instruction, sinking to your knees and leaning in to take the head of his cock between your lips. But you barely manage to get a taste of his pre-cum when a voice interrupts you.

“FC-2378,” One of the Imperial Officers looks you over with a lecherous smirk, “Do you think you can go AWOL without being punished.”

Slick’s hand rests lightly on the top of your head, and you glance up at him. His eyes burn with golden fire, and you know, instinctively, that this isn’t going to end well. For them.

“What the fuck is an FC-2378?”

“Me.” You reply, “Female Conscript number 2378.”

Slick stares at you, and then he sighs, “I suppose I should deal with this before I fuck you senseless.”

You lift your chin, no longer intimidated by the man standing before you, “Maybe I wanna fuck you senseless.”

A sharp laugh falls from him, and he lightly taps your forehead with a single finger, “You’ve got a nice shiny spine, don’t you pretty?”

You shrug one shoulder and toss him a coy smile. “You’ll have to see, won’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah. Message received. Deal with the assholes. I’m on it, pretty.”

There’s a scoff from the officer, “You think we’re afraid of one naked man?”

“I doubt it, but that’s because you have wilted cabbage leaves for a brain.” Slick rolls his shoulders, “But, I can’t help but notice that all of you have been staring since you got here.”

“If she doesn’t want to be stared at, then she shouldn’t be acting like a whore.”

Slick tilts his head with a hum, “I think,” He says conversationally to you, “I’m going to rip out their eyes first, so they’ll stop staring at what isn’t theirs. And then I’m going to rip out their vocal cords so they can’t insult you anymore.”

You blink at him placidly, before moving to sit with your legs folded so you can watch, “The ugly one shot my grandmother. You should kill him slowest.”

Another laugh falls from Slick, and the grin he shoots the imps is anything but kind, “As you command, Princess.”

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You know I realized I never did a full-blown about me that I can use as a pinned post and sort of hub for everything. I’m not very good at them, but we’ll make do. Also, I want everyone to congratulate me on being the dumbest bitch in the room, I finally figured out the 'small' text stuff....jfc.

Hello! I’m Buggy, She/They, disaster, well over 18, Jurassic even. I have a cat (Ezio) and a pitbull (Cassie). 

Um, my primary fandom currently is Doctor Who, but I had been a roleplayer for too long across many fandoms (DC, Marvel, Sherlock, Supernatural, Harry Potter). I don’t roleplay anymore; I have focused on writing fanfiction instead, roleplaying with myself as you do. I do a few different things to keep myself busy; besides writing, I stream occasionally on Twitch. I am not a professional, but I have fun. I mainly yell and die in the game, but sometimes I’m really funny. 

As for writing, I am fairly new to the fanfiction game. I’ve only done it a few months; I started being actually active in April! I started as a Missy x Reader blog, and I like to think I have expanded more, being more comfortable in writing for The Master (Simm & starting to get a feel for Dhawan) in general, as well as adding a few more characters. Speaking of which, I am going to break down the characters I am comfortable writing; I have even thought about opening up to start writing for a few more fandoms. A pattern will become clear; Idk what it says about me. 

DOCTOR WHO|

Missy/The Master 9th Doctor/10th Doctor/12th Doctor/14th Doctor Kate Lethbridge-Stewart DC|

Jack Napier/The Joker (Dark Knight)  Jonathan Crane/The Scarecrow (Dark Knight, ArkhamVerse) 

HARRY POTTER| Bellatrix Lestrange Tom Riddle Draco Malfoy (*of age)

The pattern is that I primarily write the ‘villains'...oopsie daisy. 

ANYWAY, Requests are closed currently; when they are open if you send one in, please tell me if you want sfw/nsfw. It might take me some time since I am drowning in writing currenly, but I do try to do requests first, cause I love you all. Come 'ere, let me kiss your foreheads.

But that is me in a nutshell; in the beginning, I didn’t know what was proper etiquette for interacting, so just I didn't, and that was my fault. I am getting better, I am just a little socially anxious bug, but I want to thank each and every one of you, to everyone who reads my works and likes/leaves kudos, comments, and reblogs; you all mean the world. Just know I get very happy about any interaction! And to everyone who follows me, welcome to Jackass baby! We have no clue what we are doing here, but it’s chaotic and wild. 

Under the read more will be the master list/tag list stuff.

MASTERLIST

Ao3 <—where you can find the fics all together.

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DOCTOR WHO |

★Kinktober 2024★* [ x ]

Series | 

★ Missy x reader ★

Surrender Your Mind 

Part One Part Two Part three*

↳ ○ You have had the worst kind of day, and it is only going to get worse when you get swept up in the life of one renegade time lady, taking on the part of an unwilling companion to find out why you are being targeted by assassins, if the target is her.

Drabbles | 

This Will Be The Day [x] ↳ ○ Reader wants a romantic date, Missy has an idea to spice it up. She was a seasoned swordsman, but you were not, you couldn’t win fair and square so you did what you had to, distraction and cheating.

 Me And The Devil [x] * {Vampire!Missy x Female Reader} ↳ ○A game of cat and mouse, leads to feeding your vampire alien and more. 

Within Your Heart I'll Place The Moon [x] ↳ ○Missy takes you to a masquerade ball, and well it feels very final.

Kiss My Eyes and Lay Me To Sleep [ x ] ↳ ○| Anon asked | I would like to please request a Missy x reader (I'm not sure if you have seen the Agent Carter show but if you haven't I'll let you know why I asked. One of the gadgets that Peggy has is a lipstick, which when she kisses someone that person falls asleep.) Where the reader has been separated from the Doctor and comes across Missy but doesn't know who she is and so when the time comes for Missy to escape she wants to take the reader with her so she uses that same idea with the lipstick to make the reader sleep so they can capture the reader and leave their real identity as a surprise.

So this is in which Missy kidnaps the reader using a sleeping toxin.

Imagines |

Imagine watching a horror movie with missy [ x ]

★ Dhawan!Master x reader ★

Drabbles |  Lazy Day [ x ] ↳ ○ Anonymous asked: hi love, i saw you said your requests were open and id like to ask if you could write something about dhawan!master, where he and the reader are married and he fusses over her lots and makes sure she has everything she needs and all that fluff. Abandon Thought and Let the Dream Decend [ x ] ↳ ○ Anon asked | I was wondering if I could please request a Dhawan!Master x reader (or you can choose another master instead if you want.) The reader is at a Halloween party dressed as Christine Daaé (from Phantom of the Opera.) The reader sees someone dressed as the Phantom and is almost compelled to follow the person and the reader ends up alone in a locked room with this person and a mirror but by the time the reader works out that it's the master it's too late and the reader is already hypnotized/captured.

The Perfect Gift [ x ] ↳ ▣ | Anon asked: Hi ya, I hope you're having a great week. If it's okay I'd like to request a Dhawan!Master x reader where the master gives the reader a necklace/bracelet as a Christmas present (the reader, of course gets the master a present too) but the necklace/ bracelet is an invention made by the master and little does it reader know that it comes with a remote and the piece of jewelry is activated by a button on the remote and once activated it links to the reader's brain and the other buttons on the remote have different settings. Anyway the master decides to take the reader out for a nice dinner, the reader wears the jewelry, but at dinner, the master could "accidentally" lose the remote and the reader would experience the effects of some of those buttons.

★ Simm!Master x reader ★

Drabbles | 

His [ x ] ↳ ○ Anonymous asked: spare some simm!master x transmasc reader perhaps???

Retired [ x ] ↳ ▣ | Anon asked | retired simm!master x reader (preferably gn)? Has The Master really retired? who knew he liked wine making, is this really as domestic as he is making it seem?

Taglists|

Surrender your Mind [x]

General Missy x reader [x] General Simm!Master x reader [x] General Dhawan!Master x reader [ x ] Kinktober 2024 [ x ]

[onesidedradiostatic]

Intro Post + FAQ!?!?!?

STRIPES TRUTHERS DNI!!!!!!!! (this is a joke)

I'm not replacing my pinned post because I like my pinned post. it's special to me. it describes my blog in a single gif. but I'll link this in my bio.

hi! I think this was long overdue. first of all, introduction!

I'm pink! she/her, 19, filipino-chinese, 🇸🇬

I am an asexual sapphic on the aro spectrum! I'm not repulsed in either department though, I consider myself mostly sex-neutral and romance... idk, ambivalent irl, favourable in fiction.

keep in mind that hazbin hotel itself has a lot of explicit humour, so canon-typical level of that kind of humour should be expected here. however, outside of text-only nsfw jokes, I typically don't post or reblog nsfw art (and IF I did, I would use community labels/appropriate tags). I may also tag certain text-only nsfw joke posts as #suggestive, just as a precaution.

and now the FAQ...

FAQ

Other than one-sided RadioStatic, what do you ship?

I've actually done this before, but decided I'd update it a bit.

cherrivel is only there because of the need for velvette to have someone at the hotel to be obsessed with, refer to this post. it is currently unserious and could easily never come up in my posts I just thought to include it because of that one time I brought it up. other crackships may come up if I find it funny (ie adam x mammon).

this shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone, I do not like any reciprocated romantic alastor ships, I'm not here to police anyone for what they do in fanon, but all I ask is no one send me anything of the sort. I interpret alastor as a repulsed aroace, and the dialogue in which his asexuality is implied in canon implies to me he would never pursue dating (rosie knows alastor wouldn't be dating charlie because he is aroace, which implies she knows he is an aroace that doesn't date**). so that is how I choose to portray alastor in my posts.

**TO BE CLEAR, there IS nuance to this. because action =/= attraction. funny situations such as a fake date with vox as a distraction that he doesn't like at ALL entertain me. but I do not believe he is the type to pursue it under normal circumstances.

regarding qprs... well, as you can see, I really only care for qpr radiorose, but this is the part where it comes down to personal preference. qpr radiostatic largely depends for me, maybe if it's like an au where they never had a falling out or something but otherwise, I don't personally really see it, but that isn't to judge anyone who does. HOWEVER, I do like thinking about their past friendship, here's a post I made before regarding alastor's side on it.

Who's your favourite character?

unfortunately, it is the stupid tv man in my pfp. alastor is my second favourite though if that's not immediately obvious (wow tumblr user @onesidedradiostatic's faves are vox and alastor who could've guessed?)

Do you know [insert pre-series information here]?

I need to clarify, I am NOT a pre-series hazbin fan. I only got into hazbin properly at episode 5-6's release, prior to that I had only watched episode 4 out of curiosity due to twitter discourse. any information I have regarding pre-series stuff comes from the wiki, tumblr posts or anons who have informed me of stuff. my main source of information is the main series, that is how I first consumed hazbin after all.

What the fuck is the "Lucifer's Commissions Saga"?

it all started with an anon talking about the most unrealistic thing about vox owning an alastor body pillow being that alastor was able to be printed on it without glitches. I then dropped a stupid idea I had in my head for a bit about lucifer being offered 50k to make a sexy alastor painting for vox. one reblog later. well. it turned into vox commissioning lucifer for the body pillow. and then a bunch of asks came in related to it and it turned into a saga which is now my legacy. feel free to scroll through this entire thing. also a fanfic of it by ChaoticAce2005 now exists. go check it out. AN ANIMATIC BASED ON ONE OF THE POSTS BY NATAKARANIA ALSO NOW EXISTS. CHECK THAT OUT TOO.

The original post mentions Val commissioning Lucifer for the art for Vox, Val is canonically a talented artist, why would he do that?

in my defence, I kinda forgot about that when I posted the original joke. later asks, I've mended that val HAS drawn for vox before but vox nitpicked too much and val's not always willing to do a fully rendered sexy alastor... so vox has to outsource. and he just happens to do so to the king of hell.

Hey, hey, listen! What if Vox doesn't have a crush on Alastor but wants XXX instead!?

hey, I respect you! I respect your opinion and hc. but this blog is built around that concept specifically, I like vox wanting something he can never have, wanting romance from a guy who literally cannot feel the same way about him. so I'm probably not gonna be as passionate about other takes. but your opinion is valid! I'm just not really sure what you want me to say other than respectfully disagreeing.

Why don't you use RadioSilence for one-sided RadioStatic?

radio silence is the name of another book made by the author of heartstopper, alice oseman (which I heard also has a canon aspec character!). even though it is already a used tag for this ship, I refuse to contribute to flooding the book tag with hazbin hotel. it's already an issue I see even when searching #radio silence with the space, I think those in that fandom should be allowed to search for content without being flooded by content from another fandom. please understand.

I instead use #onewaybroadcast in accordance with this poll. I still use the regular #radiostatic and #staticradio tags in addition to it for more reach and because vox's side still technically counts under it, if anyone doesn't like specifically one-sided radiostatic for whatever reason, they may filter out the specific tag or block me.

read more about the tagging issue here

Why haven't you answered my ask?

you see. once upon a time I used to answer every ask in my askbox. but then trying to come up with intelligent responses to every single ask was kind of draining so I gave up on that. so nowadays I just answer whatever I feel like, if you don't see your ask answered for a while it may still be answered later cause I do go back to old asks sometimes (and sometimes I just forget about asks I'd wanted to answer before). currently my askbox stands at 180ish unanswered asks going back to as early as end of february, that's how much I kinda just gave up trying to clear my askbox. DON'T be discouraged from sending new asks though! I'm actually more likely to answer new ones that I'm able to form a response for immediately.

Wait, I checked your time zone, why are you posting at 2-5am?

I haven't had a normal sleep schedule for like at least 4 years now, don't think too hard about it. and don't rely on my time zone for my active hours, I could be active at literally any hour 😁👍

Can I write a fic about [insert idea posted on this blog before]?

OF COURSE!!! I would actually be honoured if you did!! credit for the idea would be appreciated (although it depends if it's mostly me or my anons' ideas, sometimes it's a combined effort), but otherwise go ahead! and do send it to me if you please, if I have the time or motivation I may read it!

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more may be added at a later time, but this is what I can come up with for now. I've been holding back on this for a while, trying to phrase every single little thing with tact, just understand that a lot of it is personal opinion!

Tags

#osrs.txt - all text posts, including asks #osrs.art - self-explanatory, art done by me #osrs.mp4 - videos which can range from compilations, shitpost edits to high effort edits #osrs.helluva - my helluva boss reactions/liveblogging and related stuff

#radiostatic parent trap subplot - the short series of asks joking about the torn picture vox has reminding them of the parent trap, turning into a crack subplot #projecting irl experiences onto radiostatic squad - where a bunch of anons came together to recount irl experiences with incels and say "yeah this is vox" #the ays - angel dust realising he and alastor are the reason for the vees' focus on the hotel and decides to brand both of them as the ays #lucifer's commissions saga - everyone's favourite as explained above, and also the biggest arc on this blog (my legacy) #alastor's modern sexuality label crisis - started with alastor misinterpreting "asexual" as asexual reproduction, continued on to him misinterpreting more modern sexuality labels #vox's stupid fucking turtleneck - it started with me trying to start up a debate on the colour of vox's turtleneck in the vox and val photo and escalated into people in my notes and askbox trying to gaslight me into thinking the turtleneck has stripes instead of it being a KNITTING PATTERN. this is what the STRIPES TRUTHERS DNI is referring to btw #cursed yellow val - tag name taken from andy-solo1, started as a response to the turtleneck discourse, I believe the turtleneck is a similar colour to val's wings therefore yellow turtleneck truthers are implying val's wings are also yellow #respectless anons - started with an anon trying to correct colour names and saying "not to be velvette..." and ended up with other anons being kin assigned characters #all the fucking parodies - there's been 2 parodies for you didn't know and 2 for respectless by others based on shit from this blog now, this tag is needed #the fanon val killjoy beef - tag made for the made up concept of valentino and katie killjoy beefing, started from this post