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viridwns · 1 year ago

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Mannequin

TW: Forced relationship, non-consensual kissing/touching, Douma being aight?, mention of gore if you squint, also didn't check grammar or spelling :/

A/N: I am working on so many requests rn, I had to work on one of my own ideas (I saw a dress on pinterest and had to make a story out of it).

"You look like a goddess."

"So beautiful."

"She's ethereal."

"Only the best for Lord Douma."

"This shows too much skin!"

You look at yourself in the mirror, turning your body every whichway to assess the dress (or rather a piece of cloth) that has been put on you.

You felt naked.

Douma kidnapping you to his cult wasn't something new. Especially after he was sent out on a mission did he just long for alone time with you. His followers taking you, dressing you, doing your hair wasn't new to you either.

But being put in this?!

Yeah, this was something new.

They never put you in a dress so revealing.

It was a strapless dress, with sleeves flowing over your lower arm, attached with a silver chain to the main part. Your top was made out of the same silver. It barely covered your breasts. You hoped the thin closing around your neck wouldn't break. The silver was further attached to the bottom of your dress. A waistband sitting snug on your hips, a sheer cloth billowing from it, and stopping just above your ankles. Aside from your lower arms and from the waist down, you were without coverage. Your only shield that protected the outing of your breasts to the rest of the world was the flimsy silver chain wrapping around your upper half.

No way you were going to wear this in front of the demon who ripped apart countless of kimono's off you. He couldn't even see your figure in those. You don't want to find out what he'd do when you were practically bare.

You let your fingers trace the silver; these chains wouldn't even survive a slight tug from him.

"Our seamstress worked tirelessly on this. Researching the western culture without Lord Douma's knowledge was a difficult task. Plus the seamstress had to start over many times; the fabric is so flimsy it ripped multiple times!" A woman looked at you via the mirror with begging eyes. You felt a pang of guilt shoot through your gut at her words.

"It's not that I don't like it! it's the most beautiful piece of clothing I ever laid my eyes on. It's just that...It's so immodest!"

You turn your head away from the mirror, getting embarrassed from seeing your form in such a state in front of all these women.

Counter arguments started to bounce off the walls. You shook your head.

"I'm not going to prance around in nothing but see through fabric and chains!"

"You must! you're Lord Douma's spouse, send by God himself to keep him company-"

You waved your hands in an attempt to cut her off. You didn't need them to obsess over the made up story Douma fed them. You were not God send, and you were definitely not here to keep the demon company.

You wished you could tell them the truth, but that would only result in carnage; The pile of corpses Douma left for you to find serving as a efficient warning the first time he brought you here.

You were never going to tattle on his secret again.

The arguing continued, a hand already pressed on you shoulder so you would sit down.

"Just let me do your hair first okay? If you really don't like it we'll dress you in different clothing.

You reluctantly gave in. Knowing that their say was final anyway. You can't even remember the last time your opinion was taken into serious account.

It's always about pleasing the demons', never about what you would like.

You watched the skillfull hand of the woman behind you doing your hair in the dressing table mirror. She was braiding it into a crown around your head, letting the back stay the way it is. She intertwined some white roses into the braid; it looked like you were wearing a flower crown.

Even though you did find yourself pretty in these fancy clothes and hairstyles; you couldn't enjoy yourself. You were treated like a dress up doll for the demons', only being allowed to look pretty for them, never for yourself.

You had forgotten the giddy emotion you got when being gifted a new dress and twirling in it in front of the mirror for the first time.

Another sigh, another careless smile from one of the followers.

"You couldn't look more beautiful. Lord Douma will ravish in the sight of you." The women all agreed in unison, complimenting you on your beauty.

You turned around to face them, a small smile on your lips.

"I will make sure to praise your work in front of Douma." A wave of excited and thankful shrieks came over you.

Douma tended to let the women you like live longer so you can enjoy their company more when you're here. You had to mention them in front of him.

A male follower came rushing into the room. The women all forming a protective circle around you-you were only to be seen by Douma's eyes.

"It's almost sunset, come quick." He rambled, waving to everyone to come with him. Urgency laced his words.

It was time for Douma to give the message of the Lord to his people.

Prick.

You stood up, relief slowly eating away the nerves that had build up in your stomach.

Sunset also meant that Akaza could go outside and get you out of here.

One thing about Douma is that he never asked if he can take you with him, he just does.

And hell be upon him when the rest finds out you're missing, coincidentally at the same time Douma isn't present either.

Akaza is always the one to get you, even if he can't stand up against Douma, he somehow always gets Douma to give you over.

Maybe it's because of the threatening shadow of Kokushibo always leaning over Akaza from behind; piercing his three pair of eyes into Douma's soul (if he even had one, you were fairly certain he didn't).

You feel the corners of your lips tug upwards at the sight of Douma being beheaded.

Maybe if you puppy-dog-eye Muzan enough when you get back he'll take away Douma's mouth for a bit. You could use a bit of peace and quiet.

You didn't notice you were being lead to the main hall, so lost in your daydreams that you only noticed where you were when a heavy silence deafened your ears.

The hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at you, gaping at you, had you realize what you were wearing, or what you weren't wearing. Your arms slipped over your figure in an attempt to keep as much hidden as you could. Your futile attempt in creating a shield for yourself was met with two female followers grabbing both your hands and forcing them to your side, keeping you in place with their determination to show you to their Lord.

Your eyes were pinned forward, gaze focused on the tall figure slowly rising upright from his cushion.

Douma looked the same as he ever did. Same hair, same clothes, same cursed eyes and his trusty hat.

The only thing different was that his expression was...well not his usual 'grin'.

His eyes were wide, mouth closed. He was unreadable. You couldn't figure out what emotion he was wearing on his features.

You noticed his hands were in taut fists by his sides.

What was up with him?

"Douma?—"

That's when he stood up, rising to his full height. You swear you could feel the floor shake as he strode towards you.

You didn't—couldn't—move. Why was he so much more terrifying when not smiling?

The women let you go; getting on their knees as their Lord approached—heads touching the floor.

He didn't acknowledge any of them as he took your wrist in his hand. You saw his sharpened nails. bile climbed up your throat, you forced it down again as you swallowed.

Douma dragged you behind him, pace quick, eyes determined. You spluttered his name, trying to ask what was wrong. He was not himself, he never acted this way.

"Douma, what are you do-"

"Just shut up."

You were taken aback by his tone, shutting up immediately. He never had any emotion except for faux happiness in his voice. Now his tone was just empty, devoid of anything.

You could hear his heavy breathing as he took you outside. You spotted the white circle gifting the world with a guiding light in the darkness high up in the sky. It was a full-moon tonight.

Your eyes snapped to Douma as he stilled his movements. He shoved you in front of him, placing you in the holy glow of the moon. You faced him with confusion lining your features. You could not figure out what he was trying to do.

He took a few steps back; basking in the sight of you. He swallowed thickly. His eyes trailing slowly over you body, analyzing every dip, mole, crook, wrinkle, imperfection and perfection you had.

You looked like an angel in the heavenly glow of the nightlight. Douma couldn't stop inspecting you. When you walked into the hall, not wearing a kimono like always, he was put into a trance. He had never seen you wearing western clothing, and even though this was extreme and probably not accurate to the western style at all-he was captivated.

You had never looked more beautiful than you did at this moment. He wasn't used to emotions sizzling in his blood. He didn't know how to put the burning sensation in him out. For once he didn't want to throw you on a bed to eat you up to your very core, but he just wanted to take in you.

You played with the ends of your sleeves as you felt yourself getting smaller under Douma's multicolored gaze. You hated not knowing what to do, not being able to gauge the demon's feelings.

A snap of twigs made your head turn away from the stone-turning stare of Douma.

You sighed in relief.

"You bastard. You can't just take her with you! Not without Lord Muzan's permission! Love, you must've been te-."

Akaza stilled, his eyes met yours and slowly drifted over your body. You cocked your head.

Not him too.

"What are you wearing? What is she wearing?" He pointed an accusing finger to Douma,

"Doesn't matter, she is gorgeous."

You had to keep yourself upright form the whiplash Douma gave you with his words. He had never sounded to sincere, so soft.

Akaza walked over to you, his footfalls not heard. He was about to hold your hand when Douma spawned next to the two of you and gripped Akaza's hand in a bone-breaking grip. His muscles were bulging under his skin as he kept Akaza from touching you.

"Let her stay like this for a little." Douma never was serious with Akaza. Always letting the upper three do what he wanted. Akaza stopped all his actions. He knew Douma could kill him in seconds if he resisted him now.

"Douma I want to go. I don't feel comfortable." It was nerve-wrecking to break the tension. It was something you never dared to do, scared of loosing a limb if you did. The air was thick and if you had a knife you swore you could cut it.

Douma turned his focus towards you. Just like that you could breathe again, all tension leaving. It was like Douma realized that he had dropped his act.

You grimaced when his grin returned on his lips. You saw Akaza visibly relax when he did.

"Whatever you wish princess."

You looked at him with suspicion. He was never this easy to persuade. Usually he would whine for an hour before inevitably giving in.

Akaza shared a glance of doubt with you. He cautiously took your hand and within the blink of your eyes you were standing in the chaos of walls, lights, floors and stairs.

You felt light-headed, your stomach sloshing inside of you. This was never going to get easier.

You held Akaza's hand as you got your bearings, slowly pushing away the nausea and pressure that was building in your head. If it wasn't for him you would buckle and fall.

"You okay? I don't understand how you aren't used to this yet." Akaza rubbed your back. You shot him a glare and released your hand out of his.

"What is she wearing?" You pursed your lips in annoyance as Kokushibo appeared in your line of sight.

"I'm getting out of this dress right now, don't worry about it." You snapped, done with this whole night already. Why were they all acting like you never dressed up before?

You were wearing a dress for the first time though...maybe that's what had them reeling like this.

"No, I like it. You look beautiful." The upper one stared down at you, his hand resting at your shoulder, slowly gliding down to your lower back as he assessed you.

"We should get you more dresses, and have Daki braid your hair more often." He mused. A shiver ran up your spine as his cold fingers kissed your skin.

"I don't feel comfortable in this. I am practically naked." You objected, looking up at Kokushibo through your lashes.

"Only bonus points if you ask me." Douma winked, his eyes dark with lust as he cocked his head with a cheeky smile.

It was like whatever happened a few minutes ago never did. He was back to his old self. Much to your relief and dismay.

"Stop acting like an animal in heat you idiot." Akaza sneered, but the dust of pink on his cheeks didn't go unnoticed by you.

"Which one of you took her out of the kimono I picked for her?" There it was. A voice, cold as ice, heavy as stone and threatening like a knife against skin.

Muzan was standing across from you. His head high, hands behind his back and maroon eyes radiating annoyance.

Muzan was very controlling of what you wore, ate and just did overall.

Douma was in for a lot of shit.

"Ah Lord Muzan! isn't she pretty? My followers know exactly what to do with her!" Douma pushed you forward, showcasing you to the demon king.

You slightly pouted your lips. You hated being pranced around like an animal in a zoo. You just wanted to change into comfortable-covering-clothes.

Muzan took you in, walking around you as if he was deciding to buy a new piece of furnace. He was judging you.

"I've seen this style before. Did your followers research her western background?" Muzan asked as he let his hands wander over the material; tracing the silver that were hiding your breasts.

"They did, and they did such a magnificent job."

No they didn't. You never wore anything like this back home.

Home. You missed it.

"I wore dresses at home-" Muzan grabbed your jaw, you coughed.

"-back in my former country, they were nothing like this." You managed to get out with the aching grip of the demon king on your jugular.

You had to stop messing that up.

Muzan loosened his grip just a tat.

"You look nice in this. Maybe I should let you indulge in your own culture more."

Your eyes grew big.

"Are you serious?"

"Dare you question me?"

You shook your head no as best you could with his hands still lingering between oxygen and choking.

When was the last time you had enjoyed something from your culture?

When was the last time you spoke in your tongue?

Sadness tugged at your heartstrings when you made that realization, but you quickly cut the emotion off as you went down on your knees. Muzan letting your go to have you grovel at his feet.

You bowed down; head touching the floor the way he loved.

"Thank you, my lord." You felt the insides of your stomach climbing up your throat as you said it, but you forced it down. You had learned quickly enough to do what Muzan likes, and thank him for the smallest bit of gratitude.

Having you call him 'lord' was another one of his manipulation tactics. he wanted you to know the power dynamic between the two of you. He wanted you to know where you stood exactly.

Muzan hummed in satisfaction. You rose to your feet again with the help of Kokushibo, who so kindly stuck out his arm for you to take.

"No, stay on your knees." Muzan commanded. Your mouth fell open, but without any hesitation you bend down on your knees again. Your dress spread around you in a perfect circle.

Muzan tilted your chin up. He raveled in the way you looked up at him with those innocent eyes. You looked so fragile with those flowers in your hair and the white clothing your skin.

He felt his trousers tighten just at the thought of corrupting the innocent thing before him.

You felt the eyes of the three demons behind you burning holes in your body as Muzan traced his thumb over your bottom lip.

"Kiss me." He whispered.

You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment. you weren't feeling up to this right now, but the consequences of rejecting Muzan-rejecting the demon king-would be a grave mistake.

Muzan couldn't handle that a mere human could reject a near God like himself. It hurt is ego immensely.

You gently stood up, not breaking eye contact with him once, you let your breath fan over his lips, mentally preparing for what was about to come. Muzan grabbed your hips as he watched you.

Pushing back every urge to stop, you lunged forward, crashing your lips on the frozen ones of Muzan. Your warmth enveloped Muzan's nerves as he reciprocated the kiss. He was more fierce, more eager, and after a second he took back control. Forcing you to stay in place as he explored the cavity of your mouth. You felt your oxygen running out as Muzan bit and tugged on your bottom lip. He dominated you easily. Your hands were taut around Muzan's shoulders. Squeezing as the need for oxygen became to extreme.

The moment spots started forming in your vision, Muzan broke the connection. You heaved, chest rising and falling in an uneven rhythm. You didn't stop looking at him, you knew he saw looking away as a form of 'not wanting' (even though that's what you did feel). You felt your lips swell and your face heat up. Your eyes were glossy and Muzan wore a small grin on his face.

He loved seeing you like this. Lips plump read, face hot and bothered and eyes doe-like.

"You are talented in putting on a show, darling." You furrowed your brows, Muzan guided your face in the direction of the other demons'.

You felt your muscles tense at the sight of all three looking at you like you were the first source of water they found after days of traveling in a dessert.

You felt fear fluttering in your stomach like moths pouncing on a flame.

You barely made it out alive when with one of them. You wouldn't be able to take all four.

"N-no, please, I-" Muzan raked his sharpened nails over the silver, it broke without any resistance, just like you predicted.

"Don't worry. They'll do as I say, and for now I want them to watch."

He kissed your shoulder as the shield slowly broke off your body.

You got what you wanted though, you got out of the dress.

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thehighladywrites · 1 year ago

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That's your mother, but she's my wife first…

⋆⭒˚｡‎♡‧₊˚ pairing: cassian x fem!reader, the inner circle mentioned

⋆⭒˚｡‎♡‧₊˚ summary: 18+ nsfw, mdni, light angst, stress, smut, fluff, praise, cassian channelling his inner general, reader being an absolute sweetheart who deserves everything good in life fr

⋆⭒˚｡‎♡‧₊˚ amara’s note: okay so I don’t have any kids so some parts might be inaccurate but close your eyes please🤞🏽i have nothing else to say, i just wanna fuck cassian so bad rn...

Spilled milk, mismatched socks, wailing babies.

Gods, what you wouldn’t do for a moment of peace…

Your children were usually calm, even when they were tumbling down stairs and running into tables, but during your youngest twin kids teething phase, they developed an interest for chewing on anything. Their outburst put your two other kids in distress, making it a difficult period for everyone.

In your attempt to keep your twins safe, you unintentionally became the evil mother for denying them the joy of chewing on concrete bricks, their father’s important books and a million other dangerous things that a child simply shouldn’t be putting in their mouth.

They had been given enchanted teething toys made out of moonstone by their uncle Rhysand, but it didn’t keep them entertained at all. Safety was apparently too boring for them.

This morning was extra rough because Cassian had to leave early for a mission, leaving you with four kids. Although the two oldest ones, 7 and 12, could get themselves ready for the day, they still needed some help with some things. You were downright in a foul mood, feeling the weight of frustration and helplessness as the twins wailed and your oldest ones argued, all while trying to keep your emotions hidden.

“ You took the last pancake, Ves!” your son angrily sliced the remains of his food as your daughter, Vesna, looked at him with anger. “ I don’t care. I told you that I wanted it and you made no move for it, Therian. Blame yourself and be quicker next time.” she bickered back. They kept arguing about that stupid pancake as you picked your twins and moved to the rocking chair across the livingroom to sooth them. The kitchen seamlessly flowed into the living room, creating an open floor plan that allowed you to effortlessly monitor Vesna and Therian.

“ It’s okay, babies. There we go, hush now.” But it didn’t work, they kept screaming and you were at your breaking point. You felt like the worst mom ever as you looked up, took a deep breath and blinked back tears.

You almost yearned for Cassian's return, craving the comfort of your mate's presence amid the chaos. Yet, the nagging self-doubt held you back, hesitant to burden him with your distress and feeling a twinge of selfishness in the idea of asking him to cut short his mission. Despite the internal struggle, you chose to tough it out, convincing yourself that countless women had faced similar challenges, wondering if you could measure up to their strength.

Unbeknownst to you, you had been signaling Cassian with your feelings through the bond since this morning. He was already on his way back the moment your emotions reached him. He was just in time to hear your daughter’s frustration directed towards you, though none of you had felt his presence or heard him approach your home.

“Mom, you're seriously failing at shutting them up. It's not dragon taming to handle two kids, and it shouldn't be this painful for the rest of us. How about you take them outside and only come back when you've figured out how to keep them quiet? Because none of us can stand the noise.” You looked at her stunned as a million thoughts went through your head. Guilt, anger and self-doubt took root inside you.

Guilt, because was she right? Anger, because she shouldn’t have spoken to you like that ever. Self-doubt, because your fears and feelings about motherhood were spoken out loud.

Your first-born had a sour expression on her face that quickly fell before she looked down at her plate sheepishly. Maybe she felt regret? But what made her react like that instantly? Your daughter could be hotheaded and it usually took her a few hours to calm down, but not this quick.

Looking at where she removed her eyes from, you look and see your husband, body tense and wings tucked in tightly. You felt immediate comfort and wanted to throw yourself in his arms and fucking cry. How you had missed him this much in only a few hours was a mystery.

His boots thudded heavily against the wooden floors as he approached your embarrassed daughter. “Look at me,” was all he needed to say before Vesna reluctantly lifted her head. She knew he was going to chew her out. He clenched his jaw in anger as he looked down at her. “Your lack of empathy for what your mother is dealing with right now is astounding. Instead of criticizing, maybe you should try contributing to the solution. We're a family, and we handle things together, not by throwing blame around. She's your mother, but remember that she's my mate and wife first, and no one speaks to my mate and wife with disrespect ever, not even you. Now go ahead and apologize to her.”

Your husband, ever the general.

With teary eyes, realizing the gravity of her words, Vesna approached you. “Hey, Mommy,” she mumbled, avoiding eye contact. She hadn’t called you mommy in forever. “I... I shouldn't have said those things. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so harsh. I know it must be difficult and my anger took over. I really love you and I’m sorry.”

You were a bit surprised by the apology and softened your expression before replying, “It's okay, sweetheart. We all have our moments. Just remember, we're a team, and we need to support each other.” She nodded, still feeling a bit guilty, and said, “I'll try to do better. Can I help you with anything now?”

A genuine smile appeared on your face as your replied, “That would be wonderful. Let's work together to make things smoother for everyone. How about you start clearing the table and Therian picks up things from the floor.” She nodded and gave you a small kiss on the cheek before hurriedly making her way back to the kitchen table. Cassian gave her a kiss on the head and gave her a proud smile. “I’m glad you apologized, and it takes courage to admit when we’re wrong. Let’s move forward now. Your willingness to help now means a lot. Thank you.”

Feeling the tension ease after the daughter's apology, your mate approached you. He gently placed a hand on your shoulder and said, “Hi pretty.” You look up at him with a thankful smile. “Hi lover.” He smiles right back at you. “I know it's been a rough day. I’m so proud of you, sugar. We'll get through this together. How about you go upstairs and soak in the tub while I take care of the kids.” He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, and wrapped his arms around the twins who had gone quiet.

Feeling reassured by Cassian’s comforting words, you smiled appreciatively. You gave him a tender kiss in thanks before scurrying upstairs, grateful for the support and unity he provided for your family.

As you undressed, a delightful surprise caught your eye – the tub was filled, and a slice of your favorite cake awaited you on a nearby table. Gratefully, you thanked The House for the steaming tub and the unexpected treat. Stepping in, you let the heat envelop you, soothing the tension in your muscles. Time seemed to blur as you relaxed in the warm water — minutes or hours, it was hard to keep track. Exhaustion gradually overcame you, and your eyelids grew heavy in the comforting embrace of the tub, a sweet slice of cake adding to the calmness of the moment.

Entering the room, Cassian caught sight of you in the steaming tub, content and relaxed. A mixture of emotions flooded over him – admiration and a deep love that seemed to intensify in this quiet scene. He approached silently, not wanting to disturb the serene moment. Gently, he reached out to stroke your hair, his eyes reflecting the warmth and affection he felt. In that intimate moment, a silent understanding passed between you, affirming that you’d never be alone ever. You’d be there for each other and it made your heart swell.

Curiosity lit up your eyes, you looked at your husband and asked, “Hey, where are the kids? Did you take care of them?”

A gentle smile played on his lips as he revealed, “Actually, Rhysie and Feyre picked them up. They thought we could use a quiet weekend, just the two of us. They’re taking Nyx, Ves and Theiran on a trip up the mountains but the twins are staying at the River House with Elain and Lucien. She made a special herbal blend that helps their gums, it’s all very Elain.”

Surprise and gratitude washed over you as you processed the thoughtful gesture. “That's so sweet of them, you remarked, a genuine smile forming. “A quiet day sounds perfect.” You exchanged a glance, appreciating the unexpected silence given by thoughtful friends.

“So, are we entirely alone for the entire weekend?” You attempted to conceal your smile as warmth surged in your belly upon meeting Cassian's gaze, only to discover him returning a heated look. “Indeed, sweetness. It's just you and me, alone. Whatever shall we do to pass the time?” His commanding, taunting voice always managed to drive you crazy. He had a charming voice that you could listen to forever. “I can think of a few ways…” you responded as you stood up, dripping wet. You beckoned him closer and deeply inhaled his delicious scent. He smelled like home. Throwing your arms around him, you inched your lips closer to his, teasing him, not letting him get close enough for a real kiss. He frowned and slightly pouted. “Either give a proper kiss or I walk away.” You knew it was a false threat. Cassian wouldn’t ever leave your embrace now that he was turned on.

But you decided to keep playing with him, wanting to see how far you could push him.

“Yeah? Walk away then, baby.” You let your arms drop to the side, slightly tilting your head with a small smirk on your lips. You felt a surge of amusement as you observed him, jaw tight and knuckles white from clenching, meeting your gaze with defiant determination. “Stop fucking with me, y/n/n. You want me as much as I do.” It was his turn to return a mocking smirk. “ What, you think I don’t know you by now? You think I don’t know that you wanna be fucked until you can’t think straight? Little one, I have years on you. I know your body better than you. I’ll ask again. Are you going to kiss me properly or do I walk away?”

Fucking hell. He really did know your body better than you since his words only fueled you on. While you enjoyed toying with him, it was time to throw in the towel. No way where you wasting any more time. With hands behind your back you looked up at him, doe-eyed and blushy. “I’ll give you a proper kiss, Cassie. Then please take me to bed.” He smiled down at you with a devilish smile, putting his hand on your hips as he pulled towards his warm chest. “ Whatever my baby wants, she gets.” With hands on his chest, you stood on your toes as water swished around your legs, putting your plush lips against his soft ones.

Careful, gentle, loving, comforting and really fucking hot.

That was all you could think of when you were kissing him. One of his warm hands roamed all over your body as his other one cupped your face, deepening the kiss. Your own hands stayed in one spot, your favorite place to put your hands. His chest. You absolutely loved touching his chest. Giving his pecs a light squeeze, resting against them, anything really. Centuries of honing his body into a weapon had made him look like a god.

You wanted to dry off and move to your bedroom, and as if Cassian had read your thoughts, he grabbed the towel without breaking the kiss and wrapped it around you. He simply picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he moved to the bedroom before gently lowering you to the soft bed. Cassian caught your wrists and pinned them, crisscrossed, above your head while he settled between your legs, once again wrapping them around his waist. You kissed until your lips swelled and pulled away for air.

He forced your legs apart, hand cupping your pussy. You let out a gasp, quickly gripping onto his broad shoulders. Cassian carefully watched your face as it contorted into pleasure when he pushed in two fingers, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you let out a moan.

“Feels good, wifey? ” Cassian asked as your nails dug into his shoulders, hips bucking into his touch. “ mhmm, yeah it feels really fucking good.” you managed to respond as you felt his fingers speed up, curling into that delicious spot that made you absolutely melt.

He wanted to be inside of you, fuck you and ruin you all over the sheets. “ It would feel a lot better if I had you wrapped around my cock.” He said, looking up at you through is his dark lashes, eyes full of mirth. You clenched around his fingers at the thought of him filling you up with his thick cock. It had been a while since you had been properly dicked down by him, since you two were busy with life and kids. Quickies, fingering and handjobs were all you had time for since the twins were born 6 months ago. As much as you loved your kids, you also loved alone time with your mate and it was rare these days. So of course you’d use this weekend to get fucked, and maybe that would help you relax a bit. Cassians cock had always been the answer for you.

Mad? Get dicked down. Sad? Get dicked down. Happy? Get dicked down.

Huh.

No wonder you had four kids…

You nodded eagerly at him, “ Please cassie, fill me up. I really need it.” He sat up, dumped his clothes on the floor and positioned his cock infront of your throbbing core, teasing a bit. He used his fingers to scissor you open a bit. When you felt even more slick under his touch he retracted his fingers and licked your wetness off of them. He smiled at around his fingers and said, “Delicious.” Your chuckle morphed seamlessly into a moan when he slammed his lenght into you.

He let out a sound of pleasure as he pushed himself into you. You clenched around his cock, you were so wet and slippery around him. He let out a pleased groan as he started giving you deep strokes. His pace quickened with the intention of finishing inside of you. He loved to make a mess of your pussy like that, fuck you full of his cum and watch it slowly drip out. Nothing made him more possessive than seeing his mate full of his cum. “Fuck, you’re taking me so well, sweetheart. Such a good girl for me, I’m so proud of you, my beautiful girl.” He knew the exact words you needed today and it made you feel so emotional that he knew you this well.

You blushed. Pleasure crept up your spine once more. Your legs were starting to shake, sweat coated your back. He pulled you into his arms and kissed you as his strokes were getting faster and faster, his lips muffling your moans. He kept up the pace, feeling the pleasure flow through his body, bringing him closer to climax. He loved the feeling of you around him.

He was addicted to it. He was addicted to you.

You moaned and arched your back as he continued to fuck into you. You wanted to cum so badly, and as if Cassian once again read your mind, he said something that almost made you cry.

“ Don’t cum yet.”

He must have caught your annoyed stare because he looked down, sporting his usual grin, and said, “I want us to come together. You can handle that, right, pretty?” Your brows furrowed as you attempted to feign annoyance, though deep down, you weren't truly bothered at all.

No, no you weren’t mad at all because if he was adamant about you finishing together, then you’d do everything in your power to make it happen. You got closer to him, pressing a quick kiss before deepening it as your tounges swirled around each other before you pulled away, biting his lip. He let out a groan and it only spurred you on. You pulled out all your tricks, whispering downright filthy things in his ear. That seemed to do the trick. Cassian thrusted deeper and deeper, rubbing tight circles on your neglected clit before you came in unison.

You moaned at the feeling, warmth filled you as his pace started to slow down. Your mate collapsed on top of you and your put his head on your chest as you ran your fingers through his hair. He remembered that he hadn’t pulled out yet but before he could you stopped him.

“ Please baby, don’t pull out yet. It feels really warm and good and I want you in me forever.”

You felt his chest rumble with a gentle laughter. “ Whatever you want, you shall have. You did so well, sugar. I love you.” You kissed his forehead and gave him praise back. “ Thank you, baby. I’m so happy you’re here, I love you too.”

Safe to say you fucked the whole weekend, everywhere, only taking breaks for food and occasional naps. But you also basked in the intimacy of having him. by yourself. Eating together, talking about everything between the heavens and earth, cracking jokes and just enjoying yourselves.

You and your mate, together for all eternity...

#talkswithamara #acotar #acotar x reader #acotar imagine #acotar fanfiction #a court of thorns and roses #fanfic #cassian x reader #cassian #azriel x reader #rhysand x reader #feyre x reader #lucien vanserra x reader

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Safe and Sound |Chapter Nine|

Pairing: Hybrid!ot7 x f!reader

Chapter warnings: Jungkook has a bit of a breakdown and Y/n is there for him :(… looks like we found Yoongi’s secret..

Summary: You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au

Word count: 1.3k

Member’s hybrid types: Namjoon: Bear, Yoongi: Bobcat, Hoseok: Ferret, Jin: Wolf, Jimin: Red panda, Jungkook: Bunny, Taehyung: Marble fox

A/n: okay like, I know I’ve been posting a bunch, but like, I’m restless and my mind is flowing rn and the ideas won’t stop (I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, I’m happy abt it) sooo yeah..don’t be surprised if I post more soon, or if I don’t. Whichever happens, I’ll let you guys know if I do get another writers block or something tho

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You groan, shifting around on your bed. “Y/n!” A voice yells before you feel a body pounce on top of your own making you groan. You open your eyes, looking down at the shaking man on top of you through your bleary eyes. Your brows furrow, blinking in an attempt to make it go away. The first thing you can make out is long ears, then Jungkook’s tear stained face as he looks up at you for a moment before burying his head in your neck.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, wrapping your arms around Jungkook. “You passed out.” Dr. Martin mumbles, standing beside your bed with Hoseok. You remove an arm from Jungkook, opening it in Hoseok's direction. He immediately claims the opened spot, tucking his head into the other side of your neck. “What happened?” You ask, looking at Dr. Martin to the best of your ability. “The man uh tackled you and I think you hit your head pretty hard.” Dr. Martin mumbles, pursing his lips.

You hear a small growl from Hoseok and a whine from Jungkook as they push themselves closer to you. “Is he okay?” You ask, a frown settling on your face. “I think he’s fine, a doctor came in shortly after you went down and they sedated him..like we didn’t want to happen, but y’know, hybrids are ‘dangerous’.” Dr. Martin mumbles, mimicking air quotes. “Why are you worried about him? He hurt you.” Hoseok grumbles, rubbing his cheek on your shoulder.

You sigh, “Because someone hurt him like your old owner hurt you both.” You say, leaning your head on Hoseok’s, closing your eyes. Hoseok grumbles something you can’t quite decipher, but before you can ask you feel something wet hit your shoulder. “Hobi?” You ask, carding your hands through his hair with furrowed brows. “I was scared.” He mumbles, turning his head so you can hear him. “I’ll leave you guys alone. Call if you need anything.” Dr. Martin says, smiling at you before leaving your room.

Hoseok and Jungkook practically go limp on top of you, both letting out an exhale of relief. “You were out for a few hours.” Hoseok mumbles, pushing himself closer to you. You frown, you were out for that long? “I’m sorry I worried you both.” You say, hugging the two closer to you. You feel a fourth weight added to the bed, lighter than you, Hoseok and Jungkook. You lift your head to see your furry friend on the bed, looking at the three of you curiously. You smile, “C’mere kitty.” You call. The cat practically rushes forward, curling in a ball on your stomach as deep purrs vibrate in his chest.

“Did you feed him?” You ask, stroking the cat's fur as best as you can. Hoseok nods, petting the cat as well. The cat glares at Hoseok, shuffling away from him on your stomach. You stifle a laugh, pursing your lips making Hoseok glare at you, a large pout on his face. “Sorry, sorry.” You mumble, pulling the best straight face you can manage. “Alright you two, I gotta use the bathroom.” You say, patting Jungkook and Hoseoks backs gently before trying to move them.

Jungkook whines while Hoseok huffs, both pushing closer to you. “Do you want me to pee on you?” You ask. You laugh when both boys shoot off of you, pouting at you nonetheless as they stare at you with their arms crossed. “Sorry.” You mumble, your attention directing to the cat on your stomach. “You too, kitty.” The cat's eyes narrow at your words, his short tail doing a small flick. “Alright, gonna have to do this the hard way.” You mumble, reaching down to pick up the cat before plopping him on the bed beside you.

The cat grumbles before jumping off the bed, waltzing out of the room with a huff making you laugh. “I swear he acts just like a person.” You say, taking the blanket off of you before standing up with a groan. “Haha..yeah..” Jungkook says, awkwardly laughing afterwards while avoiding your eyes. You raise an eyebrow, “Is there something you’re not telling me?” You ask. Jungkook’s wide, panicked eyes meet yours (he’s never been good at hiding how he feels), quickly stuttering out an excuse. “N-no! I was j-just agreeing with you.” He says, quickly averting his eyes again.

“Okay. Spill.” You say, resting your hands on your hips. “There’s nothing to spill.” Jungkook mumbles, scratching his wrist, a tell tale sign he’s lying. “Uh-huh sure.” You say, turning to Hoseok. “Are you going to tell me or am I gonna have to do an interrogation with the two of you?” You ask. Hoseok sighs, “Your cat is a hybrid.” He says, nervously playing with his hands. “And you kept that from me, why?” You ask, genuinely confused why they would keep something so simple from you. “He’s scared of something. We could smell it on him.” Hoseok says, eyebrows drawing together.

“You still should have told me, especially if he’s scared.” You say, your own brows furrowing. “We’re sorry.” Jungkook mumbles, voice wavering slightly. “You don’t have to be sorry.” You say, taking a step toward Jungkook, only for him to take one back. “Jungkook?” You call out softly, taking a step back. His head whips up, eyes wide and full of panic as he stares at you. “I’m-I’m-I’m sorry. I d-didn't mean t-too.” He whimpers before he pinches his eyes shut. You look at Hoseok, taking another step away from Jungkook and sitting on the bed.

Hoseok sighs, sitting on the bed before scooching over to you. “He got most of the beatings from our old owner, I still got my fair share but he had it the worst between us.” Hoseok mumbles with a frown, looking back at Jungkook. “He especially didn’t like when we lied, that’s how we got our worst ‘punishments’.” Hoseok mumbles, looking down at his hands.

You frown, getting up from the bed before walking to Jungkook, pulling him into your arms before he can back away again. He jumps, pushing at you for a moment, but just as you’re about to let go, he wraps his good arm around your waist, sobbing into your shoulder. “‘M sorry.” Jungkook whispers into your shoulder, lightly dragging his cheek across it. “You don’t have to apologize, bun. You did nothing wrong.” You whisper, laying your head on his.

Jungkook only sobs harder at your words, pressing himself closer to you (if it’s even possible). You try to gently pull him back, succeeding fairly quickly. You don’t get a chance to look at his face, however, as he quickly shields it with his long, fluffy ears. “Can you look at me?” You call softly, maneuvering around his ears to cup his face. He shakes his head, a small whimper escaping him in the process.

“I don’t know what that man—that vile creature—made you think whatever you do think up in there,” You gently tap his head “But none of that is true. You’re an amazing person, Jungkook. Hybrid or not. I understand why you didn’t tell me about the cat, he’s scared. You were protecting him. From what? I don’t know. I don’t know if you even know. But you were protecting him.” You say, smiling slightly when his ears move from his face a bit, a single doe eye peeking at you. “I don’t care if that creature said lying is bad. If you’re doing it for the right reason, I wouldn’t say it is. And you were doing it for the right reason.” You say, pulling Jungkook back into your arms.

He exhales deeply, going completely limp against you. You reach up to gently card your fingers through his hair, laying your head on his. “Thank you, Y/n.” He mumbles, a sound akin to a purr rumbling in his chest. You only hum, letting your eyes slide shut as you ignore your bladder’s desperate pleas for you to use the bathroom, deciding to focus on the more important thing right now.

Comforting Jungkook.

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dashielldeveron · 6 months ago

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Hi Dash! I hope you're doing well. I'm writing this ask literally 1 hour before I need to leave for one of my sem finals (which I'll be fine at hopefully, since I studied). But while I was anxiously awaiting purgatory, I read one of my favourite of your works again - Monoma's route in Soulmate Trope. Istg I am not exaggerating, no writing has made me laugh harder than that single scene where he just... wordlessly pulled down his pants. I laughed so hard that my roommate had to come check on me. And the word "cum gutter" had dealt irreversible psychic damage to my brain. Sometimes while doing some mundane stuff, I think back about that scene, or countless other scenes from the book and had to remind myself I'm in public. I've only watched MHA up till season 3 and a bit into 4 but I was kinda already spoiled about the ending, so I'm so in love with the world you build there. I've always kinda wanted to try writing my own work because I sometimes have a budding idea that had me go, 'oh I think that'd make an interesting story', but then I realised I suck at writing. Writing just 1000 words took me an hour or more, I don't know how you wrote 60k words for 1 chapter!! That's absolutely insane. Also also, because your writing is so hilarious, when you get emotional, it hits so hard. "and i've gotta crow" is absolutely one of my all time favourite fan work, though idk what the title means. My writing, just after the first few paragraphs, feels like sandpaper to read. But your work really inspired me to want to at least try, even if I don't post anything. Especially after my finals, I'm going to try shitting this one idea out of my head in the summer (oh I'm in Australia so my summer is almost here). So yeah thank you for making me laughed so hard and also fingerbanged my heart. If you have nothing better to do, would you mind sharing your general writing process with me? As in, is there a forbidden jutsu move that amazing authors use when writing? For me, I feel like I'm typing and deleting and retyping until it forms a coherent sentence, but after putting them together it's dryer than my chicken breast that I forgot for 30 minutes in the oven. If not it's okay too, I hope you have a wonderful day!

yes.......YES.........let the monoma adoration flow through you!!!! we need more people in our monoma coterie!!! it's now you, me, 📌 anon, and like, two other anons i believe???? we are officially a Club, i say!!!

writing discussion/advice/process under the cut

okay, who told you you suck at writing? and why do they think so??? odds are you don't. odds are, you're overthinking your own work too much. when i look at stuff i've written, i see the writing process in every sentence, and odds are, you might, too. seeing the process takes away parts of being able to immerse yourself in the writing. so, your stuff probably isn't bad; it's just that you know all about how it was made!!!

writing takes me a long time! mostly bc i have academic/work writing to do all the time, so writing fic as my breaks from work isn't always efficient and fun. and i'm pretty sure some people may get frustrated with me for taking so long to update, but that's just how my life is rn. it's ultimately perfectly fine if you take a long time, though, because this is a hobby. we're not getting paid for this. we're providing art for free.

anyway......my process.....hmm. well. step one is to be haunted by visions.

step one is actually to think about that first idea you have to spark the fic. doesn't matter if it's in the middle or end, or anything. and you want to consider what kind of people would get in this situation (helps define what kind of character reader will be) and what could possibly lead up to it. it's okay if it seems like a bunch of disjointed ideas at first.

i am a big outliner, but i always allow seredipity during the writing process. as in, if something starts happening that's cool that i didn't plan, i'm cool with it, so long as it makes sense for the characters.

so, if i start a fic, i will start with an outline that's just a list of things i want to happen in the fic. sometimes it's specific events, and sometimes, it's something like "and they get romantically closer here through some tragic accident." put those events in an order that makes sense for the emotional progression of your characters.

i also keep running lists of hot lines of dialogue that i come up with, sexy outfits to put people in, sexy gestures, domestic things that would ruin me, or other fic-specific lists--like for tenko's soulmate route, i kept a running list of weird facts that reader could bring up. not many ended up going in the fic, but still.

like, this is a screenshot of a working outline/list from aizawa's route:

not all of this happened!! and more scenes got way fleshed out!!! i plan for Large Events and Emotional Resonance, but i am open to strange directions that just happen while writing the scene itself, so long as i get to where i need to go eventually. like.....the only one bed stuff on the undercover mission never happened, because suddenly, the club scene got super detailed, and aizawa would probably be too exhausted to spend the proper time having the argument, let alone sex, with reader that night.

but basically, i always want to know where i'll end up, even if i don't know how i'm going to get there. because the process of the characters getting there is where fun, detailed, character work happens. bc if your characters are distinct enough, they'll drive the story more than whatever plot you have.

i'm not every writer ever (obviously), so i know that more thorough outlining or not planning at all works better for other people!!! maybe try experimenting with completely planning and completely pantsing some shorter stories to see what works better for you.

i don't have a daily routine for writing bc i am Busy All the Time, but i carry a notebook in my purse if i am struck with visions, and when i type on my computer, i usually turn on an ambient mix from ambient.mix.com to block out other stuff. usually, i can find an ambience to fit the mood of the scene i'm writing, too lol, which doesn't necessary help but makes things more fun.

i honestly think i spend more time daydreaming about the story than writing it?? i am a big advocate for daydreaming. it's important that you spend time thinking about everything that could go wrong, bc it often makes for a better story if it's fucked up, somehow. idk it may also be bc of work that i'm away from a computer so often. i like writing in the notebook by hand bc it's less pressure to make it "good," and so i can edit as i type it in a word doc later.

and editing is, of course a huge part of the writing process!!! i would say it'd be weirder to write a sentence just right the first time, as opposed to deleting and rephrasing repeatedly! you're doing just fine!

but i wouldn't say there's any secret besides doing it a lot!!!! i know i'm not a great writer, but i know i'm okay, and that's the result of working and practising it for about two decades now. i just have practise, read a lot, and spend a lot of time, academically, discussing written stories.

so!!! if you're feeling like your stuff isn't as good as you want it to be, you just need to start allowing yourself to suck!!! nothing is perfect the first time!!! and eventually, you can edit your sucky stuff into stuff that's compelling.

good luck with your semi finals and finals!!! and thaaaaaank you for 1) valuing my advice as an artist (gosh!!!!!) and for 2) saying such nice things about the silly little stories i write!!!! it means a lot to me!!! you're so kind!!!!! i hope any of this helped at all!!!! and i hope your day is peaceful!!!! xx.

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hualianisms · 8 months ago

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✦ what was your easiest fic to write & your hardest?

☉ what do you do when you get stuck writing?

✄ what’s your editing process?

✎ how do you think readers would guess a fic was yours if you posted anonymously?

tysm for the ask!! 🩵🩵 be prepared for a lot of yapping

✦ what was your easiest fic to write & your hardest?

easiest fic: this is a bit of a hard qn bc ive written 58 fics so far through the years and i forgot half the things i wrote kfjjfj but id say, the easiest was probably my first ever real fic, i.e. this hualian hurt/comfort fic where hc has a nightmare of the 100 swords scene. it was the first thing i wrote right after finishing reading tgcf and i wrote it all in one go and the dialogue & actions & characterization flowed so easily, i could picture the scene so easily in my head (which doesn't always happen for me). and writing hualian felt like the easiest thing in the world bc back in 2020 every little detail about them as characters and as a ship was imprinted in my mind so vividly... i miss those days 😔 my memory abilities have deteriorated since then

otherwise, iirc my first ever fengqing fic and my fenglian poem were also very easy to write

hardest fic: 😭😭 this could be so many of my fics tbh, there's so many i struggle so much with.. especially the unfinished wips, bc everything i actually posted means it wasn't the hardest, since i actually managed to finish them

but among my posted wips, i definitely struggled with the earlier chapters of my hualian fake dating au very badly at the earlier chapters and almost gave up on it which was why there was a 1-2 year gap btwn updates 😭😭 i actually went into a 1-2 year long burnout right after posting chap 1. luckily though, the most recent chapters got much better for me, finally reached a part of the story that's much easier and more fun to write (except that i wrote myself into a bit of a corner so ive been brainstorming how to get out of it). i just struggle a lot with multichaps bc my executive dysfunction issues make it very overwhelming for me to plot things. but im very determined to see this fic through to the end and finish my first ever multichap!

there's a lot more i struggled with - usually longer fics, fics for a new fandom (especially visual media fandoms. book/text-based fandoms are much easier bc you already have a canon peek into their character voice and narration style), non-canon ships that need a lot of wrangling to be believable, fics where i worry a lot about being ooc, fics that need action scenes or a real plot

the rest of the qns answered under the cut:

☉ what do you do when you get stuck writing?:

😭 it depends on why im stuck. i might ask someone for help w characterization. sometimes i just go for a jog/walk to clear my head and it works, otherwise if im rly stuck, especially plot-wise, I'll procrastinate and put the fic off for weeks/months

✄ what’s your editing process?

just rereading my own draft and rewriting or filling in the blanks where i feel like it can be better or is missing smth. i don't cut scenes often unless they're really bad. sometimes i rearrange entire paragraphs around to make them flow better

✎ how do you think readers would guess a fic was yours if you posted anonymously?

this is an apt question bc i have 2 anon fics rn and had a few in the past that i took off anon a couple of years later.. i think the easiest way to tell is my authors' notes. in both start & end notes i tend to yap + i usually apologize a lot in the start notes

besides that maybe fic titles (mitski). i think the genres and writing tone/vibe through my 50+ fics have varied a lot so i don't think that would be distinctive.. id be interested to hear if my writing style is distinctive bc i have no idea myself 🤔 i know i have some phrases i reuse across fics though (trying to work on that issue), and a bad habit of having long sentences sometimes (ive really been working on reducing this issue)

(send me an ask from the fic ask game part 1 or the fic ask game part 2)

#ty for the asks!!#im sorry for the yapping!!#ask game #spacejammie-eimmajecaps #answered #writing asks

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COULD i also request an idol!K oneshot/longshot (perefered fem reader but also wtv you are comfortable w) inspired by you are in love by taylor swift and its like suuper fluffy and he is so sweet and kdramary and like theyre wondering around the city or smth(can you tell I just finished binge watching i-land and immediately need compensation for the pain it caused me 😭😭😭) omg maybe like a friends to lovers trope and he realises how much she means to him and its like a she fell first but he fell ten times harder like IM SO SORRY FOR RAMBLING I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT OF MEJFDHSKDFGJ like im just imagining confessions in the rain after a miscommunication which left them both rlly sad and then she runs after him in the middle of a city street at midnight. honestly PLS TAKE complete creative freedom because as you can probably tell my thoughts rn r super messy and delulu ajshgfhkfhkgdjhsdfhgfdjkg i literally just have been thinking abt a long fic to get immersed in w K bc i have seen ltrly none😔 THANK U SMSMSMSMSMMS ASDKJFH.

Here i am!! So i finally got back to my writing and this one got those creative writing juices flowing and it gave me so many ideas so enjoy!!

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Coffee at Midnight.

K! X fem reader based off the song “ you are in love “ by Taylor Swift.

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You and K had been friends for what feels like forever. You guys had gone to the same school and were close in age so you two naturally grew closer. Before you even realized, you two were best friends. But as time went by you couldn’t help but look at K differently, Over the years he had filled out and his features grew more defined. Anyone who knew K would notice this, unless they were blind.

But you hadn’t even registered your own feelings changing, not until you were head over heels for him. You two shared a love of the performing arts so when he debuted, he managed to get you an audition and then he stepped back and let you handle it. He knew you’d land the rest yourself, he always had a blind faith in you. He trusted you more than you trusted yourself. It was a little bit after that, that you realized you’re own feelings towards K.

It was one look, and a dark room, a light hearted joke.

It had been a few months since you had begun your training, and to say that you were exhausted was a major understatement. It was well past 10 at night your monthly evaluations were right around the corner and you couldn’t quite nail the choreography that you would be tested on. Your body was tired and you were drained but you couldn’t just give up. Your eyes were aching so you had dimmed the lighting just enough to relieve the dull ache.

You were so into your practice that you hadn’t heard your phone going off, you didn’t hear the messages that k was sending to check on you. And lets just say when he got no response, he went to check on you himself. Because how dare his best friend not answer him.

What you did hear was the door to the practice room opening. You had thought for a second that it would be an instructor coming to kick you out of the room, luckily it was not. It was just K.

“You weren’t answering me…i was worried about you.” K said, being the one to always speak his mind. But he could read you like a book. So why bother hiding your exhaustion. Without saying anything, you let out a sigh and not-so-gracefully sat down on the ground. You laid back and simply said. “I have been at it for hours and i cannot get it right no matter how hard i try. Im not that much of a dancer.”

And then he gave you that look, the look that would make you feel so loved and cared for that it unlocked all of those hidden feelings.

“Please don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re doing so well. Even if you do not realize it. You know….i think i saw some janitors, trainees… even a few pigeons watching you dance through the windows. An amazing performance.” He said jokingly, although he truly meant that you did an excellent job. He had just wanted to see you smile instead of looking like you would cry any second.

And after that, your feelings for him kept growing but you were certain he would never see you as anything more than a friend. Still you always had hope that he /could/.

That was until you had gone to the mall one day and were window shopping by yourself, you had invited K along but he had said that he was at a practice. You didn’t think anything of it, they had a comeback coming up anyway. You really didn’t give it a second thought. Well…until you did.

You had walked into your favorite store, the place where you got all of your clothes from. It was locally owned and they only had this one location. Everything about it made you smile, from the dresses to the shoes, to their jewelry. You were happily browsing but that soft peaceful smile that you had faded in an instant.

Right in front of you was K and a girl you had never seen before standing in front of a bracelet rack. They were clearly close, leaning closer to each other as they talked.

In that second, it felt like your whole world had came crashing down. Why had he lied to you about practice? Why was he here with /her/? And why was she standing so close to him? A thousand questions raced through your head as K looked up and made eye contact with you. There was panic in his eyes in that second, and without a word you turned around and left. If only you knew the real reason that he was so panicked….

Unknown to you, the reason he was there in the first place was because he had wanted to buy you a bracelet and confess his own feelings that had grown. He wanted it to be romantic and special. A sweet confession. He had asked his cousin to come along and help him pick out something that you would like. He only wanted to surprise you and not hurt you.

He thought situations like this only happened in the dramas that he watched on the television. But K had seen that devastated look in your eyes and he felt the pain that washed over you in that second. You might have fallen for him first but he fell harder that’s for sure.

it was midnight when you decided to go to the convenience store and get some coffee, your head was still swirling with emotions, and the weather outside represented how you were feeling, windy and stormy. Then you felt your phone go off and found that K had texted you, saying that he was on his way to your apartment. All you said in return was that you were getting coffee, to come a different time.

As you rang up your coffee and a little sweet treat, you pulled your hoodie up to cover your hair before going back out in the rain. You wee still hurting but you couldn’t see K until you felt calmer. You didn’t want to lose him entirely.

The bell sounded from the door and before you knew it you heard your name bing called. You’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“she is my cousin.” That was all k said as he walked up to you. And you were still in shock because how had he known that you were at this convenience store.

“This is the only place open that has coffee near your place..” He seemed to hear your silent question, then you noticed that his hair was soaking wet from walking in the rain.

“still. I thought you had practice.” The hurt in your voice had said enough as you walked around him heading back inside. It was all a fresh feeling for you and you still had so many questions left unanswered.

“stop and listen please.” K said following you outside into the pouring rain. That’s when he let the truth slipped past his lips as he let like he was losing his best friend. He grabbed your hand and you felt a smooth, cool metal press against your hand. “I didn’t know that you felt this way about me until i saw that look in your eye today. (Y/n) i was planning to do this in a better setting but ill just tell you now. She was helping me buy you a bracelet, I couldn’t tell you because it was going to be a surprise. But i really like you, actually no. You’re my best friend and you mean the entire world to me, i love you. Im sorry you had to find out this way.” The look in his eyes was a desperate one.

You felt shocked, you had never once considered any of the things that just fell past his lips, and as if he saw your shock he let go of your hand and left the bracelet there. He rocked back on his heels to give you time to process his words as the rain fell around you two.

“i… you like me? Really? But how did you…. Did you know I’ve felt the same?”

“not until today…i saw that look you had. Like you wee heart broken…I can’t risk losing our burnt toast sundays…” His comment made you crack a smile as all the pieces slowly fit into place.

and the rest…. Well that’s history.

#&team #&team fluff #&team imagines #&team jo #&team maki #&team scenarios #&team taki #&team nicholas #k

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thelastspeecher · 11 months ago

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Having a really terrible time rn so I'm here to distract myself with thinking about your stormchaser au because my job training today had us do 3 separate "severe weather" information and response trainings.

Anyways I've been thinking a lot about the implications and consequences of a head injury severe enough to give amnesia and I think this was a plot point and not supposed to be like something backed up by giving Ford medically accurate symptoms and disabilities but that's what happens when you're a disabled gravity falls fan in the medical field.

So a severe traumatic brain injury on that level is gonna have some things that are what you'd expect (vision changes, delayed reactions and confusion, issues with decision making and starting tasks and all that fun executive function stuff long term as well...) but also a common symptom, especially if there's damage to the right hemisphere in general, is impulsiveness as well as personality and mood changes just being a thing.

And I imagine for a while after he wakes up and is treated and even after he's released from the hospital and staying with Jack that's really tough - because I imagine at checkups they're gonna ask repeatedly if there's been any significant changes to his mood, functioning, abilities, and "Bill" and Jack have no clue at all. They have no idea who he was and if it's different.

So when Stan and Ford reunite I imagine it's a relief in you can tell me who I was kind of way but also hard bc Stan definitely sees that Ford's changed. Significantly. But is it because of time? Is it because of new influences? Is it because he didn't know who he was so he became someone different? Or is it a fucking symptom?

I got ahead of myself this ask was supposed to be about imagine "Bill" and Jack going to the grocery store soon after Bill gets out of the hospital and is convinced yes he actually should stay with Jack for the time being and they have a grocery list but Ford/Bill is putting pretty much everything in the cart because he's having a really hard time with impulse control and 20 bananas is not excessive we could need them what if I wake up feeling like eating 20 bananas and Jacks like. This man's a mess. Compels me though

Aaaaaaaaaa Anon I loved getting this monster beast of an ask, esp because I myself have also been Going Through It this week.

What you were saying about the personality change and the doctors asking if "Bill's" personality changed after the accident and neither Jack nor "Bill" knowing how to answer it, that's something that I've actually addressed in a different AU. Because I am a hoarder of AUs and I have one where STAN lost his memory in an accident and that's something that was brought up in stuff I wrote for it because I am a Scientist and I do my Research.

Anyways

Idk if I've addressed the personality change thing much in Storm Chasers AU (which, btw very glad that my little AU is on your mind, it makes me happy people are thinking about and enjoying my stuff), but I have set that up! At least in my head. The biggest thing: "Bill" is remarkably chill. Like, he's just an easygoing kinda go with the flow type of guy for the most part. He's very sweet and gentle and just sort of accepts things and takes life slowly. The taking life slowly is partially due to, as you pointed out, some function being lost from the traumatic brain injury, but it's also partially due to said TBI causing a personality change.

Some aspects of the Original Ford do pop up every now and then. He still gets all Researcher Excited about things, particularly the weird and magical things of Gravity Falls. But he has a different perspective than canon Ford. He treats the magical creatures with more respect and viewing them almost as peers. Once he's calmed down from his initial reaction of "omg omg OMG!" Even with his respect for them, many of the magical creatures don't really like Ford, just bc he goes overboard excited with them so much.

Another thing that sticks around, sorta burned into Ford's DNA at this point, is his, ah, "difficult" relationship with his father. When "Bill" and Jack adopt their first son (the Shapeshifter, whom they name Forrest), "Bill" is constantly fretting about whether he'll be a good father or not. He's paranoid and scared and confused and Jack has never seen this side of him. Jack eventually gets "Bill" to calm down by promising that he'll help keep "Bill" in line and let him know if he does anything wrong. And then he says that he won't need to step in at all bc he knows his partner.

(And then a few times Filbrick's parenting shows up and Jack does need to step in.)

Uhhhhhh I got sidetracked just like you lol.

I agree "Bill" has some impulse control issues. Arguably, canon Ford has those already (as does Stan, in some ways, worse than Ford), and those just get dialed up to eleven for "Bill". "Bill" constantly trying to throw things into the shopping cart is just a sign of what is to come. Luckily, Jack has the patient of a saint. Jack also finds "Bill" incredibly attractive, which definitely helps with his tolerance for the odd behaviors lol.

#also yes Stan has so many Feelings about ''Bill'' versus Ford #after the first few days he really gets a feel for how much his twin is different #and is so reluctant to Address that or even Face it that Angie has to practically drag him to Ford and Jack's place #(and then during those visits while Stan and Ford awkwardly talk and try to catch up #Jack and Angie are just gossiping and chatting and Angie is making a Delightful impression on Jack)#Storm Chasers AU #ask #Anonymous

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subskz · 2 years ago

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Hi rin!! It’s me, your fave anon ((hehe I’m jp.)) anyways, I just wanted to ask a small favor ! As you know, I struggle with finding the motivation to write and actually pull through and finish when I do start a fic 😭. (My wips Are out of control rn..but I wanna start something new!) I was hoping maybe you could give me a small prompt, and a member! I really love your Writing (we know this.) and this is gonna sound so corny, but your work inspires me to improve my own writing! I thought it could be the push I need to have motivation to actually start up again! (IF ITS TOO MUCH TO ASK DW, I WILL FIGURE IT OUT)

Hope You’re Doing Well hun!

-🫧

hello hello! PLEASE ur so cute haha it’s always a delight to see you!! though i’m sorry to hear motivation to write still hasn’t been coming in consistently, it’s definitely a neverending battle 💔 of course i’d be happy to throw out some ideas!! i’m not sure if you’d prefer sfw or nsfw so i’ll do a mix!

since channie is your ult maybe smth w him will spark inspiration!! i cant get his bbl messages where he was asking stays how he should dress out of my head so i think it’d be a fun idea to write abt clothes shopping w him! having him try on all the different outfits the reader picks out for him and, naturally, he’s a lil awkward n shy abt it esp when the compliments start coming in <3 and if ur looking to make it nsfw it could take a turn where the reader pulls him into one of the fitting rooms (or back home for less risk haha) and toys w him in front of the full-length mirror until he accepts all their praises

another idea i think works well for lix or jeongin…or hannie too! the reader using a fleshlight to teach him how to give head/fuck them properly, teasing him the entire time for how inexperienced he is n how quick he is to fall apart even w just a toy~

for another sfw option, smth else i never stop thinking abt is that day a few yrs ago when lixie sent like 50 voice msgs on bbl trying to learn how to do makeup from stays 😭 i think it’d be really cute to write abt applying makeup w him n leaving kisses all over each other’s faces <3 maybe even styling his hair and painting his nails too!

it doesn’t sound corny at all i’m so touched my writing could inspire you somehow ㅠㅠ i dont take that lightly, it really means a lot to me so thank you for saying that! i hope these lil prompts can get the creative juices flowing for u 😸 if you decide to write any of them and feel comfortable to share w me, please do!! (no pressure ofc) and if you’d like a more specific prompt just lmk ♡

#ask #🫧 anon #💌

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namecantbeblank · 2 years ago

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Giggling kicking my feet these give me so many ideas for additions to fanfics,, I need to write some of these down. I might just full send some Bad ones and add them in what I'm writing rn. Getting everyone's creativity flowing

YESSSS I love that idea for them tbh. Jaiden just completely unphased and Cellbit and Richas like. What the Fuck when they see it going down. And since he's so big, it would likely be a long process.

Other spider Roier things would for sure be things with webs. Pov him and Leo are play arguing and he hangs her upside down from the ceiling

I think it does have something to do with previous projects! I don't know much about it, though. I didn't watch a lot of his content previously. Lion is SUCH a good one though! It fits so well! That's canon to me now

Etoiles and Bad and Baghera 🥺

"full grown man can't stop messing with his paper cuts" EXACTLY WHAT IM AFTER LMAO- He refuses to use health potions for such a small ailment but the others have made him at points anyways, that or he gets all pouty with the cone. Such a funny idea

Ahhh yess!! It reminds me of slime rancher, they have slimes that blow up and then get all out of it for a bit. I imagine it would be similar with Mike, since Creepers die when they explode, if he does blow up it's out of necessity or surprise, because he gets all goopy after. I also like the idea that in the case of Charlie being like see-through, you can occasionally see an item float past while talking to him. Almost like organizing inventory.

I think I like the cursed idea the best! Or got nonhuman features by other means and wasn't born with them. I can imagine him and Slime arguing about the goop he leaves everywhere when he's not paying attention.

As far as others.. I like to think Maximus is human, but has reinforced or even replaced some of himself with robotics. I haven't played with it much tbh but it's been hanging around in my brain. Fit I also see as human, but is so incredibly used to being around hybrids he may have picked up some behavior, especially from Phil. This man subconsciously starts making a nest for Ramon when he first got him. Antoine I see as a fully wizard of oz style alive scarecrow, purely from the fanon design of him having like a potato bag over his head.

I love having non-human headcanons for the qsmp members, especially for silly dumb reasons

I’m just saying, the image I just got of Roier trying to do a courtship dance for Cellbit and Cellbit not knowing wtf he’s doing bc they’re totally different animals is pretty funny

Or, I’ve had this idea for a while now, all the ones with wings gently tapping on the eggs or even each other as a sign of greeting.

Example: Bad goes to see Philza and they stand side by side and lightly touch their wings together, like a handshake almost! This could be done with tails too, that’s be cute,,,

Lmao Foolish’s love language being just straight up biting, Baghera and Quackity going into water yet somehow come out fully dry, AUGH THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEAAAAA

Or all the hybrids going up to people and softly head-butting them for attention, and then the eggs pick up on it and now they’ve started gently bumping into people to get their attention ahhh,,,, this is adorable,,,

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zerobaselove · 2 years ago

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more than words | park gunwook

pairing: gunwook x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 794

warnings: none! lowercase intended, not proofread

prompts: 29. "what's going on in that little head of yours?"

notes: it's late and i'm in my gunwook feels as a distraction rn (act surprised) so here we are :D

it wasn't abnormal for you to get stressed easily, it was in your nature. gunwook said it was one of your charms, how much you cared about things, subsequently letting them stress you out beyond belief; but you considered it more of a flaw than anything as you sat here with your boyfriend, head in your hands with a million what if's swirling in your head instead of appreciating the boy in front of you.

"what's going on in that little head of yours?" he chuckled, his hand coming up to ruffle your hair, a curious smile plastered across his face. "just a little stressed, don't worry about me wookie." you tried to give your most convincing smile, failing miserably as your lips pressed together unwillingly.

you knew he'd worry, that was in his nature, but you really didn't mean to worry him. everything had just been building up and there were just one too many looming deadlines that you didn't know how to tackle. he nodded, understanding at least a bit of what was going on in your head. he was good at that, knowing what you were thinking without saying anything.

he knew there was no use in telling you not to stress, that'd be like telling a baby not to cry or the sun not to shine. it was bound to happen, and that was okay. so he went for the best thing he could think of, "how can i help you?"

your heart skipped a beat at his offer; you weren't sure how he always knew just what to say, but here he was, trying to take the burden off of your shoulders, and you couldn't be more thankful.

there was no use denying him graciously, he was too stubborn and keen on helping you for that, so you simply pondered for a moment, running a mental checklist of things you needed to get done, starting with the most urgent. "is there a chance you could read over this essay," you breathed out, grabbing your laptop as you searched for the document, "i've been staring at it so much the last week i'm not even sure there are words there anymore." you and gunwook both let a laugh out at your confession.

"of course i can," he smiled, flashing his gummy smile at you, his hand coming up to ruffle your hair once again, "anything for my baby."

it wasn't long before gunwook had read through the whole essay, turning the laptop back to you to point at the screen so you could both see. "i don't know much about the subject honestly, but i still understood what it was about, so that's a plus for you," he started, genuinely invested in the document in front of him, "but this section feels a little cluttery, if that makes sense?" he asked, judging your expression for a moment before continuing, "maybe if you moved this sentence to the beginning so it'd introduce the theory more explicitly."

"that's actually a really good idea," you quickly rearranged the paragraph, reading it aloud after, immediately more pleased with the flow and clarity of your ideas. "i don't know why i didn't think of that." you sighed, shaking your head.

gunwook only laughed, placing his hand on your leg, rubbing circles on your knee, "it's why you keep me around."

if only he knew, you thought to yourself. you weren't sure what you'd do without the boy if you were honest; without his random texts throughout the day about every passing thought, without the tiny dances he'd do every time he got excited, or the bright gummy smile that lit up every room he went in to. not to mention his kind words and actions that made your heart speed up with every passing second.

"oh gunwook, the list of reasons is endless, this is only one of many." you placed your hand on top of his, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. a blush had made it's way to his face, the light pink dusting his cheeks only making him just that more endearing as he closed his eyes and moved his free hand to cover his face.

a whine left his mouth, unable to form words, before you pulled his hand away from his face, moving a few stray hairs from his eyes, "i'm serious gunwook, i love you and appreciate you more than words can say, and i won't let you forget that," your hand moved to cup his face, feeling the heat radiating off of his skin, "not with how much you are here to remind me."

he shut his eyes again for a moment, this time melting into your touch. "i couldn't have said it better myself."

#zerobaseone #zerobaseonefics #boys planet #boys planet fics #boys planet imagines #boys planet reactions #kpop #boys planet drabbles #zb1 #zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #park gunwook imagines

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thesolotomyhan · 3 years ago

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ismael “el mayo” zambada nsfw alphabet

a/n: there will be one day when i will stop loving him but today is not that day nor is it near because his stupid ass smile gets me everytime and i hate it and him y me enamoro mas cada vez i cry but here it is i hope you guys enjoy this because this is def one of my favorite things ive written

warnings: nsfw, p*rn whatever you want to call it but holy sh*t this mf is 7.6k words long, lmaoooo get comfortable mis bebes (the word count keeps going up everytime i write a new one lol)

a-aftercare (what theyre like after sex)

hasta tiemblo thinking about it all because while i feel like he isnt that into it,, he would make an exception for you :( like let me explain before you blow up on me ,,, because ive always kind of pictured him as someone who could give less of a fuck about how the other person feels? he’s just there to be egoistic if he has ever had anyone before you and i just,,,, i picture him flipping all of his values and own rules right tf upside down when he meets you :) and it definitely applies to aftercare :) because i feel like before you,,he wouldnt seem to care enough to even try it,, its out the window on sight, but of course :) when he meets you :) his chula :) he starts to lean more into the idea of aftercare and i have kind of two ideas/ways it can go,, because i can def see him being like the prepared one ? like he would have almost all of your necessities on the nightstand right next to you so all he has to do is reach over and hand it to you, just being the type that’s prepared as in him not wasting a second if he even senses you need something,,, because he’s getting up and getting it for you or secondly i can see him being the type of being more of a guy that when you both come,, after a long session,, him just draping his body down on top of you,, letting you tiredly run your hands through his hair and back,,, him lightly feathering you in kisses on your shoulder just basking in the little aftershocks your body does post-orgasm,,, and just giving you a small kiss to your collarbone,, cocky smile on his face but with a light glint in his eyes ,, and just moving to lay beside you,, pulling your body on top of his ,, moving your head under his chin and on his chest while he caresses your back, kissing the top of your head like “estas bien?” as he holds you to him,, just wanting to make sure youre ok but of course if you even think about asking him about getting something for you,, his ass is just placing one last kiss on your shoulder :)) giving you a small “ey” and moving to get up to get whatever you asked for :))) te trata como reina pues :) and i cry to that sorry i am an easy bitch to please

b-body (favorite body part)

i could go all day long giving you guys the human anatomy and why its his favorite part because he would love everything about you but ill just settle and give you all this piece of information because,,,, legs,, legs,,, tus piernas hermosas mis reinas,,, hear me out alright,,, because whether is the way they look when you’re walking or :) him placing his hand on your thighs when your both seated next to eachother at some dinner party,, the way they look underneath a flow-y sundress or when youre rolling up stockings on your legs if you like those ,,, or :) when he has you spread out by your thighs for him,, or even him holding them when hes thrusting into you,, but i can just sense he would at least have some sort of fixation with your legs im sorry i only enforce the rules here because for a quick detour off of nsfw,,, i just see him somehow always gravitating towards them for some reason,,, like i mentioned maybe its when youre both at some party, dinner in some fancy place or whatever,, but when youre both sitting at a table,, him having your chair right bumped up next to his to have you close :) i can just see him (and i fall in love i swear) when i imagine him placing his hand on your thigh :) perhaps letting his fingers gently massage you there or just hold your inner thigh if he wants to and maybe its just so he can at least touch some part of you in a normal pda matter or maybe its because he just loves the feeling of them you know? or something else i can imagine,, is when hes at home with you after he just got there after being out on the boats all day,,, you giving :) him his plate :) para que come :) (domesticity i cry) but him loving to have you sit on his lap :) while he tells you about his day :) as he eats :) fuck im sorry but that shine in his eyes coming up on his face and brightening it all up everytime he looks upon you :(( one of his hands would be holding you by your thighs so you dont slip off ,, as he lets his thumb gently caress the side of your leg hnng can you guys tell im shaking ? or to add one last example for you guys and be domestic because im soft for shit like this,, but imagining :( him being on the couch with your legs propped up on his lap, and him absentmindedly just running his hand over your soft skin,, maybe youre both just watching whatevers on the television while hes talking to you but for some reason i love the image of how he doesnt stop his hands from running all over your legs as he looks at you in some lovesick smile,, tugging you by your legs so you can almost straddle him if you want but it’s such a soft moment if you can imagine it and ugh sorry to spill what i just said

but ooooOH of course i couldnt move on just yet because that just wouldnt be fair now would it,, and to start off my little adventure here,, im formally apologizing once again because i just have to bring up the sundress again because you wearing sundresses around this mf when he has this problem of not being self controlling of himself around you when he sees you either a) all dolled up and b) by showing off and your legs :) its a dangerous fuvking game youre playing but nothing beats the sight of you walking out of your shared bedroom wearing a sundress to wherever hes at in the house or when :) you come out :) by his boat :) to give him lonche :) because the way this mf would straight up from the start of seeing you zone in on your legs,, teasing ass smile and look he would be giving you as he gets up and heads towards you :) moving his arms around you :) planting a kiss on your lips and just running his hands down your body just kills me and not to kill the build up but i just know he would live for the sight of :) seeing your sundress all bunched up around your waist,, but it keeps falling down and covering your upper thighs when he fucks up into you when he has you propped up against something :) like the desperate kind of sex you know? where he would have his hand gripping your hip,, bringing the lower part of your sundress up so he can hold it with that same hand just so its out of the way,, and he can be able to see your pussy swallow him full, but with the way your body bounces after every thrust,, your dress keeps falling back down :) which only makes him :) groan out and pump into you rougher and rougher,, your breasts spilling out from the top part of your dress :))) im sorry and just one last detail,,, but of course in our old fashioned missionary :) he would just love to continuously hold your legs apart by your thighs everytime you try to close them around him when he thrusts into you :) just loving to hold onto the underside of your thighs and press them back into your chest as he continues to plow into you :) not sure if he wants to focus on the way your becoming more and more delirious as he pushes his cock into you while he holds your legs open for him :) or the way youre entire body bounces along with every thrust he does :)) or :) cuando te hace el amor :) the way i imagine him basically having his body draped over you,, one of your arms placed on his back as you hold onto him,, your other hand holding onto the back of his neck where it meets his hair :) the both of you messily trying to kiss but both of your heavy breathing interrupting the two of you :) him having one os his hands holding one of your legs,, hiking it further up up so you can rest it around his torso :) as he slowly but roughly pumps into you :))) hnnng wow

c-cum (anything to do with cum)

finish anywhere? yeah anywhere,,, both outside and inside of you ,, this man does not care nor discriminate as long as you make/allow him to come :) and mainly my strongest point for this reasoning is because i imagine he would have some sort of self control/awareness when he fucks you, like how do i say this,,, te tiene respeto to be front about it,, like if you make it known you don’t want him to cum inside of you he has that shit sitting in the back of his mind while he’s deep inside of you no matter how pussy drunk you have him, he’s able to hold himself back you know? :))) but ofc if you don’t mind :) or if it’s ok with you :) he would absolutely love the feeling of coming inside of you :) as your squeezing around him :))) ,, being able to see the sight of his cum dripping out of your soft pussy :) but that’s just me :)

d-dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

ok lets start off with something- it’s something about him that gives me voyeriusm and im not talking about him outright fucking you in front of someone sitting 2 inches away that’s able to see the whole thing, so no dont look at me like that and stop thinking about that because what i mean by that is he basically likes you to be as loud as you want when he fucks you, i think i talked about this before but i think he would not give a second thought/f*ck if there’s people or his guys in the house/around when he’s fucking you,, instead it boosts his ego towards the roof that he can coax you to produce so many noises that it’s too hard for you to keep quiet which just in turn makes him get an even cockier attitude to those around him,(omg please dont get me started on the thought of him having the most dirtbag look in his eyes,, cocky attitude plastered high onto his fucking forehead if he does this prior and knowing he would have some bum associate / one of his men needing to get him some information,, and they walk into the house and your high pitched moans are the first thing they hear :) and not long after :) his ass coming down :) clearly fucking sex drunk from you :) but ready for business talk while you rest up in the bedroom :) hngg) , im not sure if theres a specific name for this,, but thats basically what i think would be his “dirty secret”,, because he would never outright voice it out loud to you that you being as loud as you want while others are around gets him going,, he kind of just encourages you to do it for him during the deed you know? you just unknowingly indulge him you feel?

e-experience (is he experienced or not?)

soo just to check in with everyone once again and make sure we’re all on the same page as i am ? we have all seen the cocky fuvkin attitude this man carries right? how egoistic he can be at times?? thats the type of vibe i always seem to pick up whenever i rewatch any of his scenes ,, right ok,,, so it just makes sense ?? that this man has had his fair share of viejas ,, but with no feelings tied to any of them?and i know we don’t actually openly see him with anyone throughout s3,,, but damn it’s just the aura i get from him that makes me believe hes medio usado , for the streets,, thats the big thing here that i see him as being ,,, like especially that saying he’s always going on about ? “es que me gusta ser mi propio patron” head ass - that in itself just ties the knot for me on him since for me it means that this man is his own self , hes independent ,, and does not give a single fuck about anyones feelings besides his socios because that’s a whole different page ok? pero tu? su reina?? HIS CHULA?? the one who turned his whole sappy love life upside fuckin down in an instant and made him feel things hes never felt before ? yeah goodbye ,,he lays everything down for you if you even think of it because te trata como his reina del imperio, wow sorry to steer off of our main topic here but yeahh hes had his experience reached to a good level :) so he would :) definitely :) know the best :) way to get you on edge :) stimulate you right off the bat :) and just,, be a quick learner as soon as he catches up on what exactly you like,, he can just pick up on anything :) and :)) know like an expert on the first second :) where you like to be touched and held :)

f-favorite position

my god- i feel like i could come up with so many different scenarios for each different position i can think about for him because i feel like hes open to a lot of them and i feel like he for sure likes more than 1 position and i just cant definitively pinpoint the number 1 favorite because hes open to it all sorry ,, but ohh this will be fun ,, i know i could easily list missionary because WOW right? so what sue me im a simple creature and i just love the thought of this position with mayo,, because you cant lie and tell me its not one of the most intimate positions because for 1. its a great position for the both of you guys to see the other in such an close space and 2) this mf,, mi mayo,, will make this position feel like anything other than missionary when the mood is set right like :) bending your legs until they almost reach your chest (like bending you right in f*vkin half ) or as far apart as your legs can go or him wrapping both of your legs around his waist,, the upper part of body still laying back on the bed and him just pumping into you just so he can get that angle and hit it over and over again inside of you,, him being able to see your entire body react in time with each snap of his hips into you or the way you arch into him when he drags his hand down the front of your body,, :) gripping onto your bouncing breasts as he slams into you,,, his eyes being able to see the way you would roll your eyes back into your head,, the pretty moans of his name spilling past your lips as you just helplessly lay there,, your hands not knowing if they want to grip the bedsheets every time he roughly thrusts back into your sopping pussy or if they want to dig into the skin on his chest to let out some of your frustrations as tears form in your eyes,, god im just hnng- and to not end things here,, maybe sometimes :) this position can move into something like :) him moving your legs to fully wrap around his waist,,, his hands moving under your back and pushing you up so your kind of sitting up with him :))) one of your arms coming to wrap around his shoulders :) your other hand planting itself onto his bicep (hnng can you just imagine the way his shoulders and biceps would be fuvkin flexing as he holds you) :) digging your nails into him while that same arm of his is holding onto your ass,, helping you bounce along with his thrusts :) his other hand is just dragging itself up and down your back :) you throwin your head back from the new angle hes pumping into you from :)) him moving his head down towards your bouncing breasts,, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples,, :) your moans becoming louder and louder as he rapidly pumps into you,, your hand thats around his shoulders coming to tangle into his hair, making him groan into you and making his grip on your ass become tighter, :) slamming yor hips down onto his pelvis :) the both of you trying to kiss the other but you cant help but spill out your whines and squeeze around him as you look down on him - wow ok um ill just leave this -

but again of course , im adding in a bit more because i have a feeling one of you guys might attack me if i leave it as i have this because missionary might be too simple so here para que no se me enojen because something else i feel like he would do is spooning :)) like in the mornings :) morning sex to be exact:))) where he would have your back to his chest :) essentially spooning you to him,,, one of his arms under you and being able to hold your breasts or travel up and hold your neck :) his other hand is holding one of your legs up :) so he can slide into you repeatedly easier, your soft moans mixing in with the sounds of his cock pumping into your slick pussy filling the room up, one of your hands would be reaching behind you :) and holding onto his hair when you feel him pepper kisses onto your neck :) you turning your head back occasionally to meet his mouth with your own,, hnng his hand thats on your breast :) moving to tweak your hardened nipple :)) his other hand that was supporting your leg, traveling down :) to your swollen clit :) wetly rolling it in between his fingers,, smiling against you when you break away from his lips to toss your head back,, your moans spilling out like the air you breathe :) and with the pinshe vista of mazatlan in front of you both :) i cant oh go- but also not me wanting to imagine how i know he would love to have you in that position, you know with your back to his chest but sitting up :) reverse cowgirl :))) but with this mirror thats propped up in front of you in your bedroom instead of the vista :) the thought of you being able to fully see how your pussy can take him full,, your breasts perfectly bouncing on time every time he thrusts up into you,, him holding your legs open :) one of his fingers :) playing with your clit :) and you being able to see his eyes :) through the mirror :) as you scrunch your face up from pleasure and how stimulating youre feeling from both the feeling of him and the view :)) hearing him groan out behind you when he feels you flutter around him :) and you throwing your head back against his shoulder,, his fingers just applying more and more pressure as he snaps his hips from roughly up into you,, him sucking little hickies onto your shoulder and along your neck :) praising you :) and just saying something like “su puta madre- mirame mi reina” wanting you to look back at him through the mirror :) im- him just encouraging you until you deliriously look up again only to lose all common sense and thought when you see him, again through the mirror,, and feel him and watch him :)) spread your pussy lips apart with his fingers :)) exposing yourself even more to him as he thrusts his cock up into your slick heat , an mesmerized look in his eyes as he watches you react :) small smirk on his face when he sees you scrunch your eyebrows together, you keening back into him again and im so sorRY woW

g-goofy (is he more serious or more humerous during the moment?)

i see him not being too serious but not too goofy ya feel me ? i would say he’s definitely fuckin cocky all the time and there might be times he makes the both of your dreamily sex drunk minds smile lazily at eachother because of something he let slip out of his mouth or something,, but it’s all definitely heartfelt almost and in the moment passion, but never too much goofy-ness? it’s just right

i-intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

intimacyyy,, when it comes to you,,,,,, i def can see him leaning into his more intimate side ,, being so much more intimate than he would be with anyone else that exists in the world , eres special for him, especially if your relationship with him has gone on for a good while it just cranks it up even more,, i feel like other than him wanting to ruin you and see you walk funny for the next week which makes him get that even cockier attitude with everyone else,, it’s definitely something special for him to be able to let his walls down for once with you by being intimate and be able to tell you physically el nomas es para tu, and nothing will ever change that now, and so i feel like there will be days maybe specifically on some special occasion where he takes things slow for once and shows you how much he really does love you and how whipped you have him just to remind you where he stands with you :( because again as much as he tries to act all egoistic, it’s a drastic difference when it comes to you on the daily and he definitely tries to let you know that intimally when he can and doesn’t want to make you cockdumb-

j-jack off (does he jack off? how often etc)

ok,,, so sure maybe before you i could see him having his own time to himself and all,it’s definitely crossed his mind ,, but it wouldn’t be excessive nor it it be a regular occurrence ,, i have a feeling like before you it was more of little to none,, and i say that because i feel like he’s always so busy with his boat and negocios and all that that i feel like he wouldn’t take the time off to have time for himself, ? if you get what i mean ? but he’s definitely done it once or twice but it’s rare you know? i feel like he’d rather find some other method - or someone iykyk what i mean by that but when you do waltz into his life,, i just see him keeping the same vibe? he never / very rarely on the 0.01% does it because he has you now ,, you get his needs done and over-the-topped with so he sees no other method that can do that for him which includes even his own fist, so i see him as someone would would rather wait for any and all urges he may have until he has you with him, he doesn’t care for jacking off by himself

k-kink (one or more of their kinks)

hnnng i have already made a whole ass kink list for him so its tough for me to think of something else so I’ll just give you all this because listen, bondage,,, ,,\listen listen,,, mayo works on boats right,, its his front to cover up what he really does but hes continuously always working on his boat catching camarones,,, and we’ve seen him work on nets right? now im only reading the rules off to you guys so dont look at me because you cant tell me he doesnt know or at least an expert in tying knots because wow,, i just know he knows some special shit and if youre open to it :) best believe hes going to know the best way to tie you up :)) while he gets to fuck you :))) just- its such a sight for him to see you struggling :) not a single way for you to wiggle away from him :) when he has you spread out for him :) him chuckling when he gets you so desperate for him when he opens your legs for him,, slowly and agonizly thrusting his cock into you,, this thumb ghosting over your clit so him not giving you any buildup whatsoever even though youre throbbing around him,, the only thing you can really do as youre helplessly laying there is whine out to him,, trying to thrust your own hips up into him for any release while he just gives you the cockiet smirk ever and i cant do this byeE im about to -

l-location (favorite places to do the deed)

to be simple,,, i can always see him being intimate and doing the deed at home, probably even at almost any damn surface you can find hes probably had his way with you,, but best yet in your own shared room,, because only then does he actually 100% know no one is going to walk in and see what only he should be able to see ? he could care less how loud you want to be when youre both going at it at in your bedroom because as long as no one sees your body hes great,, i feel like he definitely likes the idea of privacy because then :) he can do as he pleases with you :) with no rush which is just fan-fucking-tastic for him, you know like take his time, and have his fun with you and the same for you,, its just a safe space basically for you both do to whatever you please,,, but obviously besides the comfort and “freedom” of your own shared bedroom which i feel 98% everything happens in there because its a place for sure no one can bother the two of you as ive said,, but :) i did mention “voyeuristic” vibes to an extent right ? wellll >:) i see no problem with him taking risks as hed like with you,,, loving to see the sight of either you or him whoever took the initiative to see the other crumble and try to be as quiet as possible so no one gets the clear idea of what you two are doing :) like he for sure has done it on his boat with you :),, at a party in some random but private place, but not private enough that either of you can make too much noise :) but yeah,, i can see him doing to do really almost any location if youre down, but leaning on the latter he likes doing it at home :)

m-motivation (what motivates them)

what gets him going? in all honesty, it does not take much for him when it comes to you,, something ive always pictured and imagined when it comes to him and getting him in the mood is the way you could look at him in a certain way and he’s forgetting whatever task hes at hand with and giving you his full attention,, or :) if you’re looking to get him all the way in until he’s making sure to absolutely ruin you by the first round is if you tease him, and you can definitely go down the road of wearing something skimpy and just going from there,, but it can also be you being more atrevida , giving him looks :) touching him “innocently” :) and then leaving him alone for the next hour like you didn’t just acknowledge him :) , so it takes little to no effort really to get him going,, he’s always down for you

n-no (something he wont do)

would hate to share you,, thats it,, or even the simple fact that someone looks at you for far too long/eating you up with their eyes you know? and yeah i feel like it goes for everyone because i keep seeing this pattern i do for this letter but its true, and it definitely applies to mayo here because he seems like the type to get bothered so quick he just doesn’t like to voice it or let it notice, and he just doesn’t ever like to admit he gets jealous to say the least on simple terms,, because i can just picture when some bum is eyeing you up or when someone is trying to talk you up into a more than friendly way,, this man would be lowkey throwing the harshest glare known to man at whoever is trying to take your time, his jaw starting to clench up,, and just trying to scoot you as close as possible to him just to quietly make it known your accompanied,, and i shit you not he probably starts to get a little more pda thrown out there like holding your hand, pecking the side of your head, maybe squeezing you tighter against him in the most nonchalant way to make sure you don’t get the hint he’s starting to get bothered,, lol and if you turn to look at him,, he’s back to normal, as cool as a cucumber and giving you a soft smile, and ugh him giving you an even bigger smile if you lean in to kiss him, boosting his attitude even more and once you turn around again, his fucking anger comes back but directed at whoever’s in front of you until he makes them uncomfortable heh, not wanting to descalate things into bigger shit because he doesn’t want that kind of attention you know? he kind of knows how to keep himself in check enough to not cause chaos ;) hnnnng but if you do :) try to push his buttons :) and entertain whoever it is :) is trying to talk you up :) best know the jealous sex :) is going to hit different :)) because he hates the idea of you being anyone else’s but his and i stand by my case :))))

o-oral (is he into oral? giving? recieving?

both he is both go ahead and try to change my opinion turned fact,,, because give him the time,, and the view of you spreading your legs for him with the most atrevida look on your face and he’s already on his knees in front of you,, with his hands holding your legs even more open for him, dragging your body down to his face so he has better access,,,, his face pushed into your heat as his tongue spreads your folds,, just lapping you up through your soaked lips,, pushing :) his tongue into you, it has his fucking nose bumping your clit everytime he moves,,, im,, :) ugh him never moving his eyes away from your face, his smirk being hidden away from your folds, picking his pace up eveytime you look down at him through half-lidded eyes,, him grunTinG into you when your hands tangle into his hair and pull with fistfulls,,the vibrations from his muffled grunts shaking you through your core,, you cant help but lift your hips up :) to grind against his face him :) moving one of his hands down to spread your folds apart for him :) so he can focus on your clit with his mouth :)) wrapping his arms around your thighs so you cant move your hips so much against him :) just :)sucking your clit into his mouth :) not letting any of your slick go to waste :))) your moans and his name coming off of your lips higher each time it only encourages him to hold you in place for him even more until hes satisfies with how he leaves you :) hnng ,, going down on you would for sure bring him as much pleasure as you would be feeling :)

and ofc he is never one to ever turn down from receiving when it comes to you :)) seeing you on your knees is just a sight for him to enjoy way too much,, seeing your lips that he loves so much :) wrapped around his cock willingly :) ugh bye,,, , your eyes becoming teary as you look up at him,, some tears managing to run down your cheeks but him wiping them away as he grunts out watching you , mesmerized ,,, just you pushing his cock all the way into your mouth as much as you can fit :) until you gag on him :)) one of your hands is prettily resting at the base of his crotch :) and your other braced on his upper thigh :)) his hand is tangled into your hair to control the speed :) im- him throwing his head back slightly when you hollow your cheeks :) and he cant help but thrust his hips gently and gradually to meet the bobs of your mouth against him :) SoRry i just- ok

p-pace (is he slow and sweet? or fast and rough?)

oh my god ,,,, he is the type to give those slow, deep and rough strokes one minute but then absolutely jackhammer into you it has your body bouncing uncontrollably you have to blindly bring your hand down to hold some part of him because he could easily switch in a second to either pace,, so i want to say both,, because for one scenario,, like regular sex ? i feel like he has a buildup going on with him,, like como te digo,,, even on nights when hes fast and rough with you,, in the very beginning, when he first slides into you,, he starts slow and sensual you know? and then he just gradually builds his pace up from there until he starts pounding you into the bed you forget even what day of the week it is, and i feel like this type of sex is happening 95% of time you both take,, because i mean he loves seeing you go cockdumb ok,,, but ofc i can see him being slow and sensual sometimes, usually i can see it for when its a special occasion maybe, and he wants to make it special and vulnerable,, hacerte el amor pues,, so he’ll do slow and deep thrusts but his thrusts would still make you shake every time he bottoms out fully in you,, his hips rubbing against your pubic mound it makes you roll your eyes back wow :),, but hes a mix of both,, just leaning a bit more into rough and fast

q-quickie (is he into quickies?)

while i see him loving to drag any and all time he has for you ,, it doesn’t mean he wont push quickies out of the picture,,, while i feel like he wouldnt rely too much on quickies because he prefers the buildup without the rushing,, sometimes the ganas to have you are too much for him to patiently wait until he gets home to you,, so quickies are something the both of you might do if either 1) the teasing you both do to eachother become too much at some party or something so he takes you to the nearest secluded spot to release some tension,, or 2) it might be something where when the business starts to take off and hes not home all the time as he would like to be with you,, and quickies might bridge those gaps like early morning showers together for example :) or a quick morning sex thing just so youre both content for the time being but other than that, he definitely makes it all up in the end when time is available, he just uses quickies for when either of you break out in public :) or when things get tight

r-risk (does he take risks? experiments?)

would take risks in like the air he breathes ,,yes he’s all for it to be honest,, some of the ways i can see him taking such risks would be like car sex :) or maybe in some coat closet at some boring party,, :))) or up against the wall somewhere secluded enough but still running the risk someone curios enough to round the corner if they hear something could catch the two of you :)) i kind of explained it a bit earlier but i feel like he would definitely like the feeling of the rush/adrenaline that someone could walk around the corner or something and find you both in the middle of it,, going hard,,, because its really something about it (if he began it first) to see you try to hold yourself together as he has you up against the wall of some place, your hands palming and gripping onto his clothed back and shoulders as he thrusts up into you,, the overwhelming sensation of his hips snapping up into you in a rush, his hands grasping your legs and ass under this dress you you would have as he holds you up,, his face buried in between your neck that youre not sure if its to muffle himself from grunting too loudly if its for him to pepper kisses and bite into your skin to try and get some noise out of you just because hes feeling cocky :) and he wants to see you struggle even further than you are right at that moment and wow- but best believe the roles could most definetly switch if youre up for it :) maybe you giving him head :) because he was bored at some party you both would be at :) and what better way for you to help him with his problem by giving him a distraction :) his hand thats grabbing ahold of your hair struggling to not mess your hair up too much,, him struggling to hold his groans in and he just cant help himself but slowly thrust into your mouth when he hears you slightly gag on him :) hnng sorry im just enforcing it upon you guys that yeah hes down for taking risks no matter the place if youre comfortable enough :))

s-stamina (how long can he last?)

i want to say that i imagine he can go pretty far,, :)) he loves the sight of you having aftershocks after sex from both the intensity and time he took with you,, so i just have to say his stamina is definitely up there somewhere enough so he can fullfill that promise and sight for the both of you,, and he’s never one to turn you down whatsoever no matter what, so if you even ask him either verbally or con tus ojitos hes signing his name down to take care of anything for you and your pleasure,, he definitely vows to some secret shit that he wants to make every orgasm he makes you have to be better than the last, so he gets his stamina in check for you

u-unfair (how often does he tease?)

ok so again,, i just know he getss a kick out of it when he hears how desperate you can get for him,,(like the foreplayyyy my guys im telling you all,, because the build-up from him getting you to your breaking point before he even gets to fuck you fully is just my absoulte favorite palete sorry,, but anyways,,, i feel like he has a thing for when hes continuously teasing you,, and then giving into you but backing away all together when he feels youre about to cum,, and just the way your moans and breaths come out quicker,, the way your body might seem more sensitive and reactive to either his hand lightly traveling over your body pleases him to no extent, he loves the whole package of teasing alright ,,

but im sorry to add in that i also love the idea of you teasing him back :) like if you wear clothing thats barely covering you at all and not giving him any attention so much it gets him desperate for you is just ugghhh or when youre encabronada at him for some stupid shit he mightve pulled to get him on your nerves and if he doesnt see any wrong in whatever he did :) you just playing along with him when youre at your point,, indulging him in things like making out with him, wearing lingerie perhaps :)),,, maybe youre on top of him when hes leaned back on your shared bed frame ready to get ready to go to sleep but you have other plans :) like you starting to grind your hips down onto his :) building him up until hes heavily breathing against you,, his grip on your hips rock hard as you lean down to kiss him :) your hand coming in between you both,, under his pants, :))))) beginning to palm his hard on and getting him built up even more as you pump him in your hand,, and just when hes on the verge of coming :) you stopping everything and just getting up :) giving him this fake smile as he looks up at you all drunk but confused on why you stopped until you remind him that youre mad at him :) and youre not giving him the satisfaction of releasing :))) y that you want him sleeping on the couch for the rest of the week as you move to get yourself ready for bed,, acting like he doesnt even exist at the moment lol,, ayy you literally make him get blue balls and i laugh he probably wont ever do any dumb shit after all of this to be honest but i just love the thought of you teasing him back to the full extent as well :)

v-volume (is he loud while doing it?)

his volume,,, i dont see him doing a lot or overboard for that matter,, what i picture coming from him are groans and grunts ? but only for you to hear, so he’s either always grunting into your skin when he’s thrusting into you repeatedly or groaning in your ear when he feels you scratch down his back and shoulders or :) when he feels you tighten around him as he snaps his hips into yours :) or something else that falls under volume is the way he will whisper/lowly speak shit to you or praise you :) ,, just letting it be known to you how good you’re making him feel and all :))) and when it comes to you, ive said it before and i still stand by it he lives and breathes for volume / noises coming from you :) it makes him know he’s doing shit right if he’s coaxing you to make those noises for him :) and it only boosts his encouragement/ego if he hears you go louder :)))

w-wild card (something random)

i am currently screaming because im reading off of my little brainstorming list of ideas i have for him , dont look at me,, and i cant choose,, i want to share them all but ofc this whole work is long enough so let me just focus on one thing here because get this ,, i was originally going to add this into his nsfw headcanon i wrote a while back but i chickened out and scribbled it out in my final draft but it’s always been on the back of my mind and everytime i come to add something down on mayos ideas/left over writing, it’s one of the first fucking things i see which :) is cockwarming , now hold on let me tell you something because you know how i keep saying that i feel like he loves to see you lose your common sense by the seconds if hes teasing you or just building you up ? :) c*ockwarming is one of those traits :) because hes inside of you,, filling you to the brim as he :) perhaps :))) has you on top of him,, while hes slouched back :) youre just fluttering around him, your nails digging into his clothed chest/shoulders ,, him not wanting you to move or grind against him :) he just wants you on top of him with his cock inside of you,, and if you do try to move him :) him stopping you by gripping your hips,, :) quieting your whimpers :) by kissing you :)) whispering soft praises into you hnng im sorry i cant or something else i can picture thats somewhat differently is when he has you in bed,, and it happens during foreplay,, right before hes going to fuck you,, like :))) maybe him pushing your final button by sliding into you,, but stopping once hes all the way in you and staying there,, :) distracting you by kissing your lips :) and when you slightly buck your hips up into his to like signal him youre ready :) him coming to hold your hips down towards the bed in a harsh grip :) so you cant move :),, him leaning his body back so he can see you fully, youre eyes half closed, mouth open with small pants coming out from the pressure of his cock filling you all the way :)))) him just pushing his cocky side of his attitude out that he has by bringing one of his thumbs to massage circles onto your clit :)) wanting to see how he can make you moan this way without pumping into you :) just filled completely by him only and feeling your warmth wrapped around him wow ok

y-yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

probably average to high?? and i say that because i feel like his yearning is definitely always sitting on the back of his mind simply because i can picture him always wanting or needing to touch/hold some part of you when he has you near him and i dont know if it’s because he’s whipped for you so much he just needs to feel you next to him :) or if maybe he likes having that security sense that he has you close to him in case something goes sideways and he can protect you but it might be both,, so i feel like all of that definitely transfers to his yearning/sex drive to say the least since i feel like he’s always down for whatever as long as you give the green light to him,, because for example say his name once in the most neutral or even yet the softest tone ever and he’s internally turning into a puddle because it’s you his favorita mujer/tesoro de sus ojos that’s calling out to him and he’s dropping everything pendiente to see why you need him and :) if it’s you :) needing him :) or showing him a surprise :)))) of you wearing something :) his ass is 100% ready :) just imagine a light switch if you will when it comes to his yearning, he keeps it away when not needed but he’s ready to go once you say so :)

z-zzz (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?)

listen he won’t ever admit it,, but he turns into such a sap for you after sex, even if he’s cocky 99% of the time,, i know mi hombre like no other because you both were just being intimate with one another , even if he fucked you into no tomorrow but you both were literally at your most vurnable points he can’t help but literally let all of his walls down (not that he doesn’t already with you around ) but he feels like it’s his “duty” to make sure you’re alright and attended to ? so he definitely waits for you to fall asleep first, and in the meantime :) i can most definitely as i slam my hand down see him filling up the time in between you slowing down your heavy breaths to the time you fall asleep by just holding you against him, your head just on his chest as he wraps his arm around your shoulders,, saying the most random shit it would have you softly giggling against him, ugh him planting soft kisses to the top of your head,, loving the feeling :( of you cuddling against him :( your hand that’s on top of his chest probably drawing random figures but it makes him burst on the inside :( and ughhh him just holding you closer when he sees you starting to fall asleep :(( giving you hardcore h e a r t e y e s :(

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bollur · 3 years ago

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OK so I was writing my own stuff for like my ocs and what not and it was about them getting stuck in a blizzard.

So then I got the idea of a percy x reader where they get caught in a huge blizzard on one of their adventures and have to cuddle each other for warmth and I just ahshshhdhahhfbrrjnf!

I know you are clogged with requests rn so please take your time if you plan to take this request!

a/n: yaaaaa, i got really into this, like it came out sOOOO FUCKING LONG, i apologize. :')

i hope it meets you expectations, love. i fucking loved doing it.

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The wind whistled as it whipped and thrashed around you, snow flurries peeling from banks in sheets, no rhyme to their direction. Turning your head, pulling your fur-lined hood further over your face, the tree-line that you came from wasn’t even visible anymore, causing an unnatural chill to run through you. You had swiveled in so many directions at this point, it would be damn near impossible to discern which way you needed to go. “Fuck!” you shouted, doubling over and clenching your jaw, mitten-covered hands scrubbing your face.

You needed to breathe - now was not the time to have a breakdown.

Think, think — Tracks! Why didn’t you do that first?

Opening your eyes, you glanced around, feeling adrenaline surge through you as you spotted deep trails, but when you began to follow them, you realized they were only leading to more and more but were quickly being covered up. You should have just stayed still earlier instead of panicking and sprinting around in hopes you would find something.

Vox Machina had been hired to investigate numerous suspicious murders in an allied city, one that happened to be on the other side of a string of very wild weathered mountains. The group had currently still been several miles from cresting the peak, and while you all tried your best to stick together and rush over the top, not wanting to be at the highest point when hell decided to rain down, it was clear that nothing would ever work out for you all. Everyone had ended up getting separated, and the last person you were walking closest to was Percy, trying to help you stay stable when the winds began picking up drastically. Somehow in all the mess, you managed to lose him and everyone else.

Feeling your breathing quicken, a sign you were about to hyperventilate, you did your best to follow what you could discern as some kind of track. You assumed they were yours that lead somewhere, but the snow filling them made it a bit hard to see where they were as you made your way forward, coupled with the impossibly short visibility, eventually you lost them.

All you could do at this point was to keep walking and hope you ended up somewhere safe. “Hello,” you called out, hands around your mouth, hoping to amplify the sound. “Percival!” it was a very slim chance he would hear you, but it was one you were willing to take.

This was just great.

A sigh escaped your lips, blowing into the palms of your mittens in a feeble attempt to warm your freezing hands, but the feeling passed as quickly as it came. You needed to do something, and quickly, or you would freeze to death out here; your toes had already begun to tingle despite the climate-appropriate footwear. It would just be a lot easier if you had a destination or knew where the hell you were headed to.

Grimacing as you moved forward with renowned vigor, you couldn’t help but think of that scenario as anything but laughable. A hero of Emon, aided in the saving of Whitestone, a survivor of the Chroma Conclave, so-on and so-forth, went and fucking perished in a measly blizzard. So you continued on, needing to stay moving, circulation flowing to help stave away hypothermia, at least until it was inevitable.

There was no telling how long you had been walking, though it couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes, but what did it matter when frozen gales turned the minutes to hours? However, the level of relief you felt when you distantly heard your name being called was unmeasurable. You couldn’t tell who it was with it being so muffled, but you didn’t care - it could be Grog finding you for all you gave a damn, all you knew was that you needed to stop and scream. So you did, jumping up and down while flailing your arms, the best you could in the thigh-deep snow, not wanting to stand still for too long, shouting, “I’m over here! Hello!” like a mantra.

Suddenly Percival came into view, cutting through the blizzard five feet in front of you and you wasted no time practically throwing yourself at him, to which he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you. “You’re alright, I’m here now.” his grip tightened, pulling you as close as possible, warmth seeping into you. But the tone of his voice suggested he was trying to console you just as much as himself, and you couldn’t help the few tears that built up on your lashes, burying your face into his neck. “This is why you need to listen to me when I tell you to do something.”

Begrudgingly pulling back from his warmth, your eyes narrowed even further at him, reaching up to wipe away the wetness from your eyes before it threatened to freeze over and make your experience even more painful. “If this is your way of saying ‘I told you so’, this is the worst time.”

“I have to disagree,” he grunted his reply, now trying to fight with a length of rope that had been slapping with the wind. Pulling it taut, Percival moved it over your head and down to your waist, tying the frayed end to some lead that led to himself, and giving it a harsh tug to make sure it didn’t come undone. “This is absolutely the time to do so.”

Having the audacity to roll your eyes wasn’t missed by him, and neither was the stern look on his face to you, but the worry in his eyes made your heart swell with guilt from the severity of the situation. “I’m sorry,” you offered to him, a feeble attempt to lighten the situation. If you both died today, you weren’t sure you could handle him being even slightly upset with you.

Whether he heard you or not, you weren’t sure. Gripping your hands, he pulled them away from his coat, and you felt panic run through you, suddenly thinking about the possibility of getting lost from him again if you weren’t holding on. Being perceptive as always, knowing you better than he knew himself, he answered the worry on your face, “Keep old of this and,” he directed your mits to the rope around his waist and you immediately latched. “Do not let go.” there was no room for arguments as the blizzard carried his tone around the two of you, and you nodded your head furiously. You weren’t planning on it anyway.

Giving you one final look, he turned back in the direction he came, his gloved hands gripping onto a tight rope that disappeared a few feet ahead of you into the snowfall. Finally, the two of you began moving forward, the rope connecting you to him gave just enough space that you would be able to move without getting caught on him and causing him to stumble, but you still stayed closer.

You helplessly watched from behind as he gathered up the rope in one hand, pulling you both along with the other in silence for what seemed far too long. A part of you wanted to say something, anything to him, but something rational reminded you that this of foreign territory, and you didn’t know what undesirables lingered out there on the other side of snowbanks. You had both spoken enough for comfort earlier. You agreed to keep quiet, even as a large pine tree came into view and you wanted to gleefully scream, it was contained to a whispered squee. Moving into the forest, the visibility broadened and the wind was not so sharp. “Cut the rope,” Percy instructed you, taking what he had rolled up and pulled it over his head to rest on his shoulder and across his chest.

“What?” you asked, looking at him in shock for his suggestion. “But- but everyone else is still out there,” you tried to reason with him as though he was suggesting something insane, like abandoning them.

Percival was tense, looking around everywhere his eyes could land except at you. “Yes, they are,” the agreement was so casual, if you weren’t currently shivering, you wouldn’t have guessed the situation was life-threatening. “But we are also not the only inhabitants of this area.” unintentionally reminding you of your earlier fear, you swallowed hard, sparing a few glances around yourself. “We need to leave hints, not a direct line.”

Nodding your head, you wasted no time lifting your leg, pulling the dagger from inside your boot, and cutting the rope. He was right - not that you wanted to admit the two of you were weak, but you were not exactly the strongest in anything other than damage-wise. Taking the end, he tucked it into one of his layers. “We need to find shelter.” the obvious came from your mouth, though it was more of an external thought.

No response came from the gunslinger for a moment and then he nodded. “Highly unlikely,” he muttered before taking your arm and lightly leading you on, further into the forest, not wanting to linger too long. You stayed close, following diligently. “Here,” Percy altered, finally coming to a stop by a tree. Looking back, you couldn’t even see the one that had the rope tied to it now, you had wandered so far. “Help me dig a trench.” he bent over and began using his hands to scoop snow away from it, and you followed suit. “The forest is not dense enough to stave off enough wind; this will aid in that.”

Gods, you were fucking glad he was so smart.

You simply nodded, having nothing to add to that, though the fear of talking too much still lingered in your head. Scooping out the last of the snow, there was a big enough space in the ditch for the two of you to sit in, which you wasted no time getting into and sitting down. He was a bit more hesitant, giving one last look around before nestling in beside you, the two of you molded together at the side.

You sat for a moment before letting out a soft, “Oh,” suddenly remembering you were useful in some way. Removing your mittens, you held your hands in front of you both and closed your eyes. “Maybe - “ your whisper cut off, eyes flashing open with a warm glow as a ball of fire began to form, floating an inch above your palms. “There we go.”

The smile that crossed your face was proud as you looked up at Percival, finding him already staring down at you in wonder. “Your versatility never ceases to amaze me,” and he didn’t mean that sarcastically either, it was genuine as he looked down into eyes that would scare anyone who did not know the soul that wore them, even as the light died down to simply glittering irises. Removing his gloves and laying them onto his lap, he held his own hands a safe distance from the flame and exhaled deeply as the warmth began to wash over his tingling fingers.

The compliment caused you to chuckle, leaning a little closer and playfully knocking him with your shoulder. “Neither does yours,” you offered in return, before asking, “I mean, where did you learn to do this?” and immediately the air between you two changed, the small smile on his face falling and he looked away from you into the forest, distantly.

There was a moment of silence and he spoke, “A person learns multiple survival tactics when fleeing their home during winter, I suppose,” strangely light, thoughtfully, but the heaviness of the memories it brought was inevitably there, lingering.

Rolling your bottom lip, you removed one hand from under your little flame and placed it comfortingly on his bicep. “I’m sorry,” came a timid apology, causing him to turn back towards you. “I shouldn’t have asked - I - it was stupid of me.”

Percival merely brought back the curl of his lips, though it didn't quite meet his eyes like before, and lifted up his arm, exposing his side. "You'll never get warm enough sitting that far away, you know," it was a statement, a silent offer, an acceptance of your unneeded apology. He was older now and tried to not let the traumas of his past interfere with things as much.

Immediately taking him up on that, you dove into his side, remembering to mind the fire you held and sighed happily. "I was beginning to think you'd never offer," you playfully sobbed, bringing the mood in the air back to a comfortable one, or as well as it could be despite the situation.

Shifting a bit, he wrapped both arms around you and rested his cheek on the crown of your head. With this and the fire, you were sure to stay warm. "We'll rest here for as long as we can and wait for the blizzard to calm."

Your face turned sour at the thought of how long that could possibly take and you didn't hide the displeased noise that escaped you. "Implying we're left alone."

"Yes, implying such." Percy agree, wearily scanning the area he could see without moving too much. Lifting up a hand to place under the one that held the flame, he felt himself begin to get too warm. "Put that away for now," he told you, knowing it would do no good for the two of you to begin sweating. "Try to rest - it will do no good if we're both exhausted." You let it diminish and now curled up against him, between his legs, clinging tightly with both arms, trusting him wholly.

Bringing a hand up to cup the back of your head, keeping you close as you began to relax in his arms, he couldn't deny that he was worried, even if it was more for you than himself. His nose buried into your hair, trying to relax, but his eyes never closed, keeping watch on the area. It was the moments where he could do nothing except sit and contemplate a million possibilities, unable to act, that bothered him the most.

Percival would get you out of here, no matter what. Surrounded by a blizzard, in the middle of the wilderness is not where you deserved to die.

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