#idk how to put it into words but even though I WANT to write more for HL I'm just having a hard time sitting down and doing it
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shannonsketches Ā· 6 months ago
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He said "Fuck this shit, I'm out" I'm crying. Toriyama's Vegeta was so top shelf šŸ¤Œ
(From Neko Majin Z Chapter 5!)
#dbtag#Idk why Toei didn't lean into Vegeta being a version of Piccolo you could put in funnier situations like Toriyama wrote#He's reserved and professional and proud but JUST immature enough to bite down on a gag that Piccolo would readily swerve#But they take a lot of Goku's chaotic comedy away too in favor of Hero(tm) writing and that is why I keep pulling my hair out aklsjdlas#Toriyama was sO funny and it bums me out so much that the anime derailed how lighthearted and straight up silly the humor is#and replaced it with Misogyny Is Funny and humiliation kinks asjklfhadjk and it's not just my complaints about Vegeta and Bulma!!#ā€œGoku is running away from his very reasonable wife because he is a goofy little guy who doesn't want to do his choresā€ becomes#ā€œChichi is Cruel to Goku who is Trying to be a good husband because she doesn't relate to his passions and vilifies him for having them"#which is not their dynamic at all but dudes in the writing room are like ā€œbeing married is fucking awful amirite fellas hahahaā€#but Toriyama was like ā€œBeing married is not for everybody but it can be really great if you and your partner are on the same pageā€#Chichi's reasonable! And Goku isn't romantically wired but Goku can enthusiastically consent to sex and still not enjoy kissing#those things can be and are true for a lot of people! And it makes even more sense if you hc Goku to be aspec (and audhd coded) like I do#Kissing can feel gross and can be a sensory overload for many folks. Doesn't mean they're stupid or innocent.#(although Goku CAN still ride nimbus so idk what Pure entails in this universe askljad)#Like I am the FIRST person to joke and drag Goku about his marriage as an aspec myself but like legit Goten is a Last Night On Earth baby#He knows what sex is. But also between how socially removed Goku is and how Shy and Conservative Chichi it's not out of line#to assume the actual words sex and kiss have never been spoken in that house skljdlajdf I FULLY believe Chichi uses code words#Chichi thinks her son being blonde makes him a delinquent and still uses honorifics with Goku like it is fully reasonable to assume#that the joke of Goku's naivetĆØ centers around the fact that his wife is too embarrassed to talk about Certain Matters in a normal way#While Bulma and Vegeta are slutty hedonistic cityfolk who need jesus (according to chichi probably...and me but I support them)#anyway. point is. Toriyama was funny as hell and Nekomajin is absolutely ridiculous and goofy and has a fully amoral main character#which just reminded me that toei is allergic to letting goku be a gremlin and so vegeta's not allowed to be a gremlin wrangler#even though that's been his job since the day he met raditz alksdjaskljd
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passthroughtime Ā· 7 months ago
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sunday six (but i don't write anything beside kuwagami)
@jichanxo @four-white-trees @overdevelopedglasses @mike----wazowski
i'm getting my groove back with chapter 5 and don't really want to distract myself with something else, so this week's kuwagami is the ever-changing edition
He got to know. He had to figure out what to do to help Kuwana. Even though the best help he could possibly provide now would be to step away, Yagami wasnā€™t about to do that. He wasnā€™t good at that. And if he didnā€™t do something, thenā€¦ It was proven time and time again that he couldnā€™t ever leave anything in Kuwanaā€™s hands.
Out of the two of them, Kuwana was the most prone to fucking up. He was reckless. He was used to taking risks. He wasnā€™t concerned about his safetyā€” about his life.
Yagami had to do everything for him. How irritating it was, that he cared about Kuwana more than Kuwana cared about himself. He had no right, no capacity to deal with it on his own. How couldnā€™t he understand? How could Yagami possibly step down and let everything run its course, trusting Kuwana to follow sound judgment? He had none. Yagami knew that better than anyone, and because of that, he had to make sure Kuwana hadnā€™t done anything stupid and was staying away from further trouble.
If it came to it, Yagami would even risk his life and safety; wouldnā€™t be the first time, right? He never promised Kuwana that he wouldnā€™t, and Kuwana had to know him better than to hope his plea was listened to. He shouldā€™ve already come to realize just how stubborn and unruly Yagami wasā€¦ unless he didnā€™t know him at all.
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padfootastic Ā· 21 days ago
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hmmm i thought i could have the next chapter of FoD up like. yesterday night, which obv didnā€™t happen and now iā€™m thinking tonight, but this conversation between harry & sirius just. does not want to end lmao
itā€™s at 4k rn, which isā€¦a respectable amount, and i think it might reach 4.5 by the time itā€™s done. and then i want to have, atleast, the outline for the next chapter fleshed out before i post it just as like. buffer. hmmmm thoughts, thoughts, decisions, decisionsā€¦
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anto-pops Ā· 5 months ago
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I miss you. <3
Do you maybe, possibly have a list of future wips/requests for us :>
There were several requests from months ago that you seemed super stoked about.
wuv yew~
I MISS YOU TOO LOVIE šŸ’•šŸ’•
I don't unfortunately, my old WIP list is definitely out of date. I finished like 4 of the things I had on there but never updated it with anything new. Meanwhile my inbox is... uh......
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Crowded. To put it mildly. I feel really bad about it but I horde requests like a dragon hordes gemstones in case I get any sudden inspiration to write one of them. I'll try combing through everything this weekend and dusting off the ole' WIP list to get it updated though !
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cherrygirlfriend Ā· 5 months ago
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brother's best friend
pairing: rafe cameron x reader
genre: smutsmutsmut, minors DNI!!!
synopsis: your brother's best friend has never been too interested in you, but when he sees you after you spent the summer away, he sees you in a new light.
word count: 2.6k
a/n: i've been weirdly into blonde men lately. i might be mentally ill idk. anyway, this is my first time publishing smut so if this sucks i give everyone permission to throw tomatoes at me. and yes i finished writing this at 4am.
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You had known Rafe Cameron for as long as you could remember, and even some of your earliest memories featured him - you simply couldn't remember a time when you didn't know him.
Or, a time when you weren't crushing on him like crazy.
Sometimes, when you were unable to sleep, rolling around in your bed late at night, you couldn't help but cringe at the memories of being a little girl in pigtails and trying to get him to play kissing tag with you, or always bothering him and your brother when he was over, sticking to him like a burdock, or a barnacle. The memories always made you scream into your pillow.
He had always just seen you as his best friend's annoying little sister, some little girl who'd always stuck her nose into things that were none of her business, even though you were only a few years younger than they were. And even as you both got older, things stayed the same. You were nothing but his best friend's little sister.
Until one summer.
It was August, only one week until summer vacation would be over. You'd spent all of your summer at your grandparents' lakehouse five hours away from the rest of your family. And during that summer, a lot changed about you. You got hot.
Or, at least that was the only thing Rafe could think about when he saw you leaning against your kitchen counter, lazily scrolling on your phone while a small, heart-shaped lollipop was between your lips. You were wearing a flimsy black top and frayed denim shorts, and he could see a bit of the tan lines from your bikini from the thin straps of the top.
He had come by to meet up with your brother, but you had simply shrugged and said that he was out, and you didn't know when he'd be back, but that Rafe was welcome to wait for him. And that's how he ended up in your kitchen, unable to keep his eyes off of you, while you simply ignored him. It was unlike any time else; you'd usually be chatting his ear off about something, always wanting his attention. And he did find it adorable sometimes, but he had never really found you that enticing, until now, when you were almost acting like he wasn't even there, standing there, wearing barely anything.
You let out a sigh, rubbing your shoulder absentmindedly, causing your top to cling to your body even more, and his eyes widened when he realized that you weren't wearing a bra. But then, he realized how creepy it must be for him to stare at you, so he cleared his throat, trying his best to look away, while there was an obvious flush on his face.
"So, uh, how was summer?" He asked, trying to come up with something to talk about, and it seemed to work, as you put your phone away and shrugged.
"Pretty uneventful. I pretty much just did what I do here." You said, pulling the lollipop away from your lips with a pop, and he couldn't help but think about how your pretty, plump lips would look wrapped around his co- "How about yours?"
"Yeah, same here..." He said with a hoarse voice, painfully aware of the semi in his cargo shorts.
"Aw, come on." You said, walking over to the dining table he was sitting at, leaning to place your arms on it, basically bending over, allowing him a generous view into your cleavage as you placed the lollipop back in your mouth. "There has to have been something interesting. There's always something here."
"Nope." He muttered, almost unable to tear his eyes away from your cleavage, your nipples hard against the fabric of your flimsy top as you looked at him with raised brows, the semi in his shorts having turned into a proper tent. "Just the same old Outer Banks."
"Lame." You let out a dramatic sigh, pulling the lollipop away from your lips, the lollipop giving them a slight red tint. As you bit down on your lip, the only thing on Rafe's mind was how much he desperately wanted them against his lips.
"Can I ask you something?" He said suddenly, his eyes narrowing as he inspected you.
"Shoot."
"Are you trying to get me to fuck you?"
To say that his sudden and blunt question caught you off guard would be an understatement, your eyes widening and almost causing you to choke on your own spit as you looked at him.
"Cause if that's what you want I can just bend you over the counter right now."
He could see that some of your bravado had crumbled away, a flush that had nothing to do with the temperature creeping onto your cheeks as you cleared your throat and tried to straighten your back, acting nonchalant, but the slight tremor in your voice, as you spoke, was telling him everything he wanted to know. "Oh, yeah?"
He stood up with a grin, and he could see your eyes immediately shoot to the obvious hardness in his shorts, your breath hitching slightly before your eyes flicked back up to his, his hands creeping onto your hips, a part of his calloused hands meeting the slip of bare skin between your top and your shorts.
"You have no idea how much I wanna do that. Ever since I saw you in that top, I've just been wanting to take it off," Rafe slipped one of the spaghetti straps off your shoulders, "and get my hands on those pretty tits."
His hand brushed against the fabric covering your nipple, causing you to shiver and let out a small gasp as you leaned into his touch, clearly wanting more. He leaned closer to your ear, whispering in a husky tone.
"So, how is it? You want it?"
The words caused a wave of heat and desire to shoot to your core, as you nodded slowly.
"Say it. Say it, baby."
The commanding tone in his voice almost caused you to moan, as you looked at him in the eye, speaking with a shaky, trembling voice. "Yeah..."
With that, he had lifted you into the air, his strong hands around your thighs as he held you up, the veins in his arms pronounced as he carried you toward your bedroom.
The moment your back hit the bed, it was like something had taken over him. His body was immediately pressed against yours, his lips attached to yours as if by magnetic force, rough, sloppy kisses that neither of you could get enough of, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he kneaded your breast through the flimsy top.
You pulled at the hem of his shirt as he kissed you, and he pulled away slightly with a satisfied grin on his face as he pulled his shirt over his head, discarding it to the floor, your eyes immediately shooting to his abs.
"What? You like what you see?" He said with a cocky, shit-eating grin that might as well have been tattooed onto his face, and you ran your hands over his muscled, causing him to tense up as he let out a small groan.
His body was back on yours, as Rafe started pressing kisses down your neck, the little bites he'd occasionally sprinkle on your soft skin causing you to let out a small hiss until he ran his tongue over them as if soothing you. His hands were fumbling with the button and the zipper of your denim shorts while his lips were sucking marks into the skin of your neck, until he detached himself from you again, this time to pull your shorts off
He looked down at you, rubbing his chin slightly as he chuckled softly, looking down at you on your bed. Your black panties matched your top, and your lips were plumped even more by the kisses you two had shared, your hair messily thrown around.
"Fuck, you look gorgeous."
His hoarse words caused a flush to run through your body and you covered your face with your hands, before he leaned over you once again, pulling your hands away from your face, and gently pinned them to the mattress. "Don't you dare cover your face... I wanna see how pretty you look when I make you cum on my cock."
"Rafe..." You breathed out his name, making him grin as his hands released your wrists, and his hand slid under your top and up to your breast, kneading it roughly as you arched into his touch, your breathing now completely erratic.
He pulled your top over your head, his pretty lips immediately attaching themselves to your sensitive nipple, sucking it into his mouth in a way that caused you to let out lewd moans while his other hand kneaded your other breast, your hands now gripping your sheets tightly, trying to bite down on your lip.
You felt slightly relieved when his lips pulled away from your nipple, the stimulation driving you crazy with need and desire, only for him to attach his mouth to your other nipple, his hand now going to knead the breast that he just had in his mouth.
After a while, his lips started traveling lower, leaving little kisses and bites all over your abdomen, each of them feeling as if they were lighting up every single vein in your body. When his lips arrived at the waistband of your panties, he simply grinned up at you wolfishly, as he started pressing teasing kisses over your panties.
When he arrived at your clothed core, you let out a small whine, and he looked up at you, licking his lips. "Fuck, you're soaked... Ruined your pretty little panties, all because of me..." He said with a small groan.
"Rafe, please..."
"Please what, baby? Tell me what you want."
His commanding tone only added to your need to feel him in you, and if he was making you plead, then so be it. You weren't above begging for it, not when he had you like this.
"I want you... I need you, please..."
He let out a chuckle as he pulled away, going to unbutton his shorts, letting them pool at his feet before stepping out of them and throwing them away.
"Well, if you insist."
His fingers hooked on the waistband of your panties, throwing them to the floor and looking down at you filled with desire, the fabric of his boxers was starting to feel suffocating against his erection.
He took off his boxers, letting his dick free, and you look at him with slightly wide eyes. Based on his reputation, you would've guessed he was big, but not... big.
"What's wrong baby...?" He said, his body against yours once again, his cock so close to where you wanted, needed him the most. "Worried you won't be able to take me, huh?"
"Mmhm..." You hum with an uncertain nod, making him chuckle against your skin. "Don't laugh!" You say, feeling your face starting to warm up.
"It's okay, baby..." He brought his hand to your face, cupping your cheek, "I'll be gentle, just for you..."
His hand went to stroke the base of his cock, already leaking some precum as he looked down at your naked form, laying there all pretty and needy for him.
Rafe positioned himself at your entrance, looking up at you, pushing away some strands of hair that were messily strewn across your face. "You ready for me?" He asked, and as he rubbed his tip against your entrance, you couldn't help but let out a whimper that was just pure want. "Is that a yes?"
"Yeah... I'm ready..." You said softly, and you let out a high-pitched gasp when you felt him enter you slowly, feeling like he was filling you up even though all of him wasn't even in you yet.
"Fuck, you're tight..." He breathed out as he pushed more of himself into you, giving you time to get used to his size before he thrust all of him into you, causing you to let out a moan.
He started slowly moving inside of you, every bit of movement causing you to moan, arching into him, his name the only thing that managed to slip past your lips, your hands tightly clenching the sheets as you started to get used to the way he was stretching you out, your eyes pressed closed.
"You look so gorgeous like this, baby... God, I could watch your face forever..." He groaned, his hand traveling down to your aching cunt, his thumb starting to draw circles on your clit as he slightly picked up his pace, leaving you trembling underneath him with pleasure.
"Oh god, Rafe..." You moan under him, the way he was filling you causing your brain to start to short-circuit, his cock hitting that spot inside of you that made you feel so good, your legs wrapped around his torso, trying to pull him even closer to him, making him groan your name.
His ringed thumb was starting to pick up its pace on your clit, while he was thrusting himself into you harder and faster, making everything disappear from your mind, your eyes pressed closed. You could tell that you had lost all concept of volume control, but you didn't care; he was making you feel so good it was as if everything else in the world disappeared.
You felt the familiar feeling brewing up in your abdomen, and you clenched the sheets even harder, your moans turning breathier. "Fuck, Rafe, I'm so close..."
"Open your eyes for me, baby..." He said softly, "Want you to look at me while you cum on my cock like a good girl..."
I forced my eyes open, and as I looked at him on top of me, I couldn't help but let out a loud moan of his name, his thumb circling my clit, his cock hitting the right spot at the right pace.
"Come for me, baby... Let me see you come..."
The coil inside of your abdomen was building up, every vein in your body feeling like he had lit them on fire with his simple touch as you looked into his blue eyes as he thrust into you.
And then it just... snapped.
You felt yourself come undone, moaning his name as you climax, your cunt clenching around him so tightly it was making him groan as he tried to hold back his own release, determined to let you ride through your orgasm. You arched into him, tightening the hold your legs had around his waist.
But as you did so, it was the last straw for him. He felt himself spill into you with a groan while you were mid-orgasm, clenching around him as if trying to drain all of his cum out of him and into you, your moans mixing with his groans.
Heavy breaths filled the room as you both were getting down from your respective orgasms and when he pulled out of you and saw some of his cum leak out of you, he could swear he was starting to get hard again.
He collapsed onto the bed next to you, letting out a soft chuckle as he looked at you, both of you completely blissed out of your minds. He turned to his side, looking at you with a grin as he ran a hand over your bare chest.
"Has anyone told you how beautiful you look when you come?"
You could feel your cheeks warm up, causing you to chuckle as you turned to your side, hiding your head in his chest as he pulled you close to him, pressing a gentle kiss on the top of your head.
Suddenly, you could hear the front door open and close, and you looked up at Rafe with a small chuckle.
"I guess my brother's back."
"Aw, I was having much more fun waiting for him." He said with that familiar grin, pulling you into a soft kiss.
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caotictimmy Ā· 2 months ago
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Hey!!! Can you do Curly x (gn, but it's okay if you don't! Whatever you prefer writing) reader headcanons? Post or pre crash idk it's up to you! Even if you want to write a one-shot I don't mind really whatever you feel like writing it's up to you I JUST NEED CURLY CONTENT JDJDJDJJWJSBSB
Btw I hope you have a wonderful day!!!
Thank you!!! I hope your having a good day to! Iā€™m gonna be doing pre crash Curly. Iā€™ll probably be doing the same format I did with Daisuke. Crushing - confessing. Dating than NSFW. It will prob be more Gn but Iā€™ll put (AFAB) when in gonna talk about more AFAB stuff. (Btw this is gonna be like what a regular trip would be for them.)
Crushing - Confession
- Kind of like love at first sight. But itā€™s a love at first true conversations. Lemme explain
- Yes youā€™ve had conversations with Curly before. But not on a personal level. Your guys first conversation was prob Like you guys were either both up going to get coffee at a late hour. So when you both see each other where the coffee machine is. You guys make small talk. Before the conversation starts get more real. Not just forced talking. The conversation flows freely. And you guys find out you have a lot more in common.
- After that moment he realizes how much you guys click together. You interest him. So except for him to come up and talk to you a lot more. He wants to get to know you better! (Totally not to remember everything you like and love to woe you)
- Heā€™s another person whoā€™s gonna be a bit obvious. Not as much as Daisuke though. But heā€™s still gonna be obvious.
- Curly definitely treats you better. Not like he doesnā€™t treat his crew good (jimmy doesnā€™t exist here.). But itā€™s more like picking favorites. Opening doors for you, before letting it slam shut even though Swansea was just about to walk through the door. (Curly got an ear full after that happened.).
- But the funny thing is that no one really notices that youā€™re getting treated better. Except for Daisuke funny enoughā€¦ For another example imagine they have his surprise birthday party! Heā€™s cutting the cake and he gives you a noticeable bigger piece of cake. Giving Daisuke a smaller piece. And let me tell you. This man was outraged. HE ASKED FOR THE BIGGEST PIECE AND CURLY GIVES HIM A SCHOOL PARTY SIZED PIECE?
- So of course he had to speak up. ā€œListen Curly, since Iā€™m such a righteous man, Iā€™ve let the favoritism towards them slide. BUT I CLEARLY ASKED FOR THE BIGGER PIECE! AND YOU GIVE THEM THE BIGGEST PIECE. I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS TREATMENT ANY LONGER!ā€
- To say everyone was stunned is an understatement. It was quiet for a good couples of minutes. Just standing still like the moment was paused. You then silently switched plates with Daisuke. Taking the smaller piece. He then found balanced was restored!
- ā€œnever mind Curly now I get why you favorite them.ā€ He said looking over to you before raising his hand. ā€œHigh five dude!ā€ He said, smilingly giddily. (I love daisuke heā€™s so silly!)
- To say Curly was embarrassed would be an understatement. After that moment Curly knew he had to confess to you to soon. So he called you down to the cock pit. When you got there he lead you to sit in one of the chairs. Crouching before you. Holding your hands on his as he stares up at you. ā€œYouā€™ve made me feel emotions Iā€™ve never truly felt before, god you mean so much to me. Will you be my partner.ā€, He asked.
- When you say yes he cups yours face with his hands. Leaning upwards to bring you in a passionate kiss.
Dating
- Like I said in that brief moment In Daisukeā€™s headcanons. This man is a die hard romantic to his core. So if you donā€™t mind. Curly would love to cuddle with you in bed, while watching sappy love movies. Just holding each other. God he loves you sm Iā€™m gonna tweak up in this bitch.
- I think the affection he likes to receive is quality times and words of affirmation . And I think the affection he gives is acts of service and physical affection. Now let me cook. Guys LET.ME.COOK
-(receiving) Curly loves spending time with you. He tried to find as much time to fit you into his busy schedule. So when he finally gets to spend time with you. Omg heā€™s love sick!!!!!! He really doesnā€™t care what you guys are doing while being together. Whether that be doing or watching something together. Or maybe doing your own stuff. Your presence is so comforting. You calm him down sm.
-(receiving) He receives compliments a bit. But when you do it. Itā€™s different. It makes his heart flutter, makes him feel like he has butterflies in his stomach all over again! He just feels so special when you compliment him!!!! Please compliment how good of a captain he is. Yes he gets praised for being a good captain. It just feels so genuine from you.
-(giving) He doesnā€™t care how you guys spend your quality time together. Whether that be doing or watching something together. Or just doing your guys own thing. He just loves being in your presence. You being there just makes him feel calmer, he knows he doesnā€™t have to keep this big stoic act in-front of you. He doesnā€™t mind if theirs silence or background noise. As long as he got to spend time with you.
-(giving) Curly isnā€™t gonna be doing big/a lot of physical affection all the time. Even though he does give you a lot of physically affection. I know I sound dumb right now stay with me. Heā€™s more soft with his affection. Gently rubbing his thumb on your hand. Drawing shapes on your back while cuddling. Rubbing your leg when you sit next to him on the couch. Kissing a bruise you got from falling(those floors look slippery asf PROVE ME WRONG). Heā€™s very romantic and soft with you and Curlyā€™s just such a sweetie.
- A SUCKER for pda. Like he loves it so much. He feels bad if he has to ā€œhideā€ how much he loves you away from the world! He feels so special knowing you wanted him, HIM! Heā€™s just so sickly in love with you. He wants to show you off. Not in a trophy wife way but in a. Yeah see the drop dead gorgeous person that picked ME, yea thatā€™s right, be jealous.
- He loves if you draw in him! From his hands to his arms. I think he finds it very relaxing and therapeutic. As long as you donā€™t draw anything inappropriate, he wonā€™t care what you draw. He WILL proudly show off the drawings on his hands and arms. Like FLEX his arms. He loves them sm. Every time you draw on him, he takes a picture and keeps it in a folder on his phone.
- Loves anything you make him. Bracelets? Wears them all the time he might acually get a permanent imprint. Clothe? Tryā€™s to find any opportunity to wear them. Art? Hung proudly in his bedroom. He appreciates anything you do for him. No matter what form affection it is.
- This man loves slinging his arm/arms around you. Arms around your waist. Arm around your shoulder. Hand on your hip. Idk why I think he likes it. But I have that spicy sense.
NSFW - DO NOT READ IF YOUR A MINOR OR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH NSFW (AFAB)
- Another man who would be into public/semi public sex. Yā€™all have DEFINITELY done it in the cockpit. Like almost everywhere. Curly and you have probably done it on the table too(you guys cleaned it afterwards donā€™t worry). But I think he just loves the thrill of it. You guys have almost been caught but thankfully Curly knows how to be quiet! (No shade to you Daisuke we love you)
- This man loves keeping his hands on you. Like a FIRMM grip on your hips as heā€™s hitting it. Gripping yours thighs. He just likes sinking his fingers in your soft flesh. Somehow just kinda grounds him in the moment. He also just loves feeling up your body.šŸ«¢
- Speaking of feeling you up. Dry humper. DRY HUMPER. I feel like this man is a tease. So this man will pin you against a wall, and just grind on you. Teasing you until you canā€™t take it anymore! He loves seeing a pout on your face before he gives you what you want.
- Like before, curly is a tease. He will push all your buttons. Just get you right there! Then stops. He wants to make sure when you climax. Itā€™s better than the last time you guys had sex. Itā€™s a GOAL for him to make you feel even better than the last time you guys slept together.
- Loves overstimulating you. Unlike Daisuke who accidentally overstimulates you. Itā€™s Curlyā€™s mission to get you brain dead by the end. He knows heā€™s making you feel good. This man wonā€™t over do it though. Your comfort and safety is his priority! So heā€™ll always make sure youā€™re comfortable.
- Call him captain!!!!! God Curly gets so riled up when you call him captain. Teasingly calling him captain earns you a night of either overstimulation or edging. So I hope you are aloud to take sick leave, cause woooā€¦. You will be sore my friend
- (AFAB) Sit on his face.. OH GOOD GOLLY SIT ON HIS FACE. I imagine heā€™s buff. Like have you SEEN that fanart. So he can definitely take a lot of weight!( shout out my cubby AFABs i really wanna make a chubby reader FIC but idk..) BUT PLEASS, heā€™ll beg on his hands and knees. Like why are you keeping that tantalizing gift away from him???
- Yes Iā€™ve been saying he can be a freak.(guys I promise Iā€™m trying to be original šŸ˜­šŸ™) But I definitely think heā€™s More into romantic, soft sex. He likes to take his time. Kissing up and down your body. He wants to make sure you feel loved, and that heā€™s not just using you for your body. He is a sucker for you.
- He loves watching your face when heā€™s pleasuring you. No matter what heā€™s doing or where. He wants to know your getting pleased! Thatā€™s how he figured out what you liked and didnā€™t like fast. He kept his eyes trained on your face. He truly is a giver!
Authors note: GUYS Iā€™M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. IVE BEEN HAVIBD SIRE AFFECTS FROM MY PLAN B. Like dude Iā€™ve been bed ridden for the past two days. But Iā€™m feeling better and itā€™s the weekend. So more requests are on the way!
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Jealous sex with Charles šŸ¤©
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summary: thereā€™s no reason for charles to be jealous of men who are stupid enough to think they have a chance with you. content warning: 18+ only. mdni. explicit sexual content. jealous sex. tennis. monte carlo masters winner stefanos tsitsipas used as a plot device. porn with a side of plot. mildly possesive!charles leclerc. jealousy. readerā€™s kindness is misunderstood for flirting. no infidelity. vaginal sex. unprotected sex(donā€™t do that!). fingering. missionary & cowgirl. rough(ish?) sex. the clothes stay on. uhm, reader gets railed stupid, lowkey. cumplay (iā€™m so sorry). pairing: charles leclerc x fem!bpoc!reader word count: 2.8k words.
from serene: surprised i finished this when i said i would. to make a long story short, iā€™m breaking up with my boyfriend šŸ¤ŖāœŒšŸ½ANYWAYS, i listened to the beauty behind the madness and my dear melancholy albums by the weekend to lock in the smexxy vibes. idk if it worked, it took me two days to write less than 3k words šŸ™‚ yā€™all lmk if you think the wait was worth it, and enjoy reading lovelies x
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The car ride home was quiet. You figured it was post-tennis exhaustion keeping your boyfriend quiet; the entire match was viewed with the Monte Carlo sun radiating down on the stands. Secondarily, the silence couldā€™ve been induced by a little social exhaustion even though Charles thrives in crowdsā€”the two of you spent a couple of hours before the match chatting to anyone who approached him, which felt like every person at the event had to have his attention for a brief moment. Then after the match, the two of you spent another hour speaking with the Masterā€™s Winner, Stefanos, and the Prince, before you were able to take your exit.
So, you attributed his low energy to being sun-tired and talked-out. In retrospect, you shouldā€™ve known that it was more than fatigue from how Charles failed to put his hand on your thigh as he drove, and how he sat through slow-crawling traffic without ever moving to turn on music or talk. Your weariness prevented you from prodding further when the Monegasque responded with a nearly inaudible hum when asked if he was tiredā€”the lack of presence in his answer felt like confirmation.
Yet, you realize it wasnā€™t an answer at all when you entered your home.
Your comments and questions about the match and dinner plans were met with one-word answers and off-timed hums of indifference in response. Itā€™s not until the two of you are in your bedroom getting unready that Charles speaks more than a single word.
ā€œStefanos was nice, wasnā€™t he?ā€Ā 
You pause in your action of taking off an earring, a puzzled tilt to your brow at the odd tone his words took, eyes examining him in the reflection of your vanityā€™s mirror. He stares down at his forearm as he unclasps his watch, his expression unreadable from his side profile.Ā 
ā€œYesā€¦he was,ā€ you answer slowly, your confusion growing as you see Charlesā€™ jaw clench, ā€œI didnā€™t imagine him to be so, normal, I guess? After winning the Monte Carlo Masters, of all things. And, heā€™s done it three times! I mean, thatā€™s incredible, no? For him to be so friendly and relaxed after was nice, I think.ā€
You rambled endlessly, the feeling that youā€™ve talked yourself into a corner flaring at the base of your skull. Charles turned to face you fully, shrugging his suit jacket off and calmly placing it on top of the dresser, rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt before he leaned to rest against the furniture as well.
ā€œAh,ā€ the hair on the nape of your neck rises at the sound, you continue to remove your necklaces with hesitant fingers, ā€œDid he charm you into being your favorite tennis player today, mon amour?ā€
A humorous scoff escapes your lips, ā€œYou know Iā€™m not a fan of tennis. But, if there happens to be a match playing within my view, and heā€™s playing, I suppose I would want him to win. I wouldnā€™t say I was ā€˜charmed,ā€™ I just think heā€™s a nice man.ā€
ā€œI think you were too nice to him.ā€
You slowly place your diamond-studded, golden tennis chain away before your eyes flicker back to meet Charlesā€™ in the reflection of the mirror. You raise a brow, unsure how to respond to his statement. Intelligently, youā€™ve deduced that heā€™s jealous, which is oddā€”considering heā€™s Charles Leclerc, the prettiest, sweetest, and kindest man on the face of the Earth, in your humble opinion. Stefanos doesnā€™t hold a candle compared to your boyfriend. Your fingers struggle to undo the clasp of your final necklace; the gold, diamond-paved, Cartier necklace with Charlesā€™ name carved on the backā€”it was expensive enough that he refused to tell you the price when he gifted it, only saying that ā€œthe cost was nothing compared to the love he has for you,ā€ the smooth-talker.
ā€œArrĆŖte,ā€ he speaks firmly, pushing off the dresser and making his way towards you, his dress shoes clicking on the floor sending your heartbeat racing. He stops mere centimeters behind you, the heat of his body radiating against your back.
ā€œLeave it on,ā€ he murmurs, darkened eyes running over your form in the mirror indulgently.Ā 
You do as he says, arms shakily lowering to rest at your sides, fingers tugging at the hem of your sundress as your heart skips and body flushes with heat. The Monegasque reaches around you to center the necklace on your clavicle, the sensation of his fingertips barely ghosting across your brown skin has your mouth parting with an inaudible gasp.
ā€œIf only he knew that you wear my name locked around your neck,ā€ the brunette pondered aloud, ā€œMaybe then he would remember that your pretty eyes, sweet giggles, and flirty words are for meā€”since you seemed to forget.ā€
ā€œI was not f-flirting with him!ā€ You stutter over the word as if it were an insult.
ā€œYou were not,ā€ Charles sounds like he agrees, ā€œBut, you know very well that people mistake your kindness as more than that. Itā€™s happened before, no?ā€
It has happened before. More than you can count. The number of men who mistake politeness and your overall niceness for interest is frightening; you donā€™t want anybody but Charles.
ā€œWhat was I supposed to say to Stefanos? Nothing? Should I have just ignored him? And stood at your side quietly like I was just there for decoration?ā€ Your tone peaks with annoyance, heated at the idea of being reduced to an accessory.
ā€œNo,ā€ his voice cuts through your train of thought, ā€œYou shouldā€™ve agreed with me when I mentioned we needed to leave after he said ā€˜the only thing heā€™s missing to celebrate is a beautiful womanā€™ as he stared directly at youā€”instead of forcing me to stay for another twenty minutes to talk.ā€
Your mouth drops open disbelievingly, a scoff following a few moments later when you slowly realize that Stefanos wasnā€™t interested in being set up with one of your friends as he asked. You shouldā€™ve known when he asked if you had a twin sister he could meet.
ā€œOkay, in hindsight, I can see that he was flirting,ā€ you clarify, ā€œBut, I definitely was not. You know in that entire conversation, I was just being politeā€”and I made you stay for longer because the Prince wanted to talk to you. Not because I was entertaining a man who doesnā€™t respect my relationship with you!ā€
ā€œYou were being polite when he kissed your hand?ā€
ā€œYes! I thought that was just him laying it on thick?ā€
ā€œHeā€™s not royalty,ā€ Charles snorts, ā€œThe only person allowed to put their lips on you is me.ā€
ā€œYou keep talking about whoā€™s ā€˜allowedā€™ to do anything to me and youā€™ll very quickly find out that Iā€™m ā€˜allowedā€™ to reconsider this relationship if you continue speaking about me as if you own me.ā€
ā€œI donā€™t own you,ā€ Charles pauses, and a smile spreads across his lips, dimples deepening in his cheeks, nearly forcing you to forget your previous statement as you admire them in the vanity mirror, ā€œButā€”you own me.ā€
You turn around quickly at the words, breath stuttering at the lack of space between you two. Tilting your head upwards, you examine your boyfriendā€™s face with narrowed eyes and cheeks burning so hot the red flush is apparent. His smile has softened to a smirk, his eyebrows laced with a smug undertone, his pupils blown wide enough for you to have to focus to see the green ring around them. You languidly raise a hand to trace a finger across the edge of his jawline, then cupping your hand along the side of his face, gently resting your thumb in the indent of his dimple. Your chest tightens when Charles leans into your palm, slowly shifting to press a kiss on your wrist before nudging you back to holding his face.
Sighing gently, you shake your head, ā€œWhat do you want from me?ā€
ā€œJe veux que tu me laisses baiser ma jalousie sur toi, s'il te plaĆ®t.ā€
ā€œS-say it slower please,ā€ you request meekly, ā€œI think I heard you wrong.ā€
ā€œI want you to let me fuck my jealousy out,ā€ Charles emphasizes each word slowly, his tone becoming teasing as he sees you fluster with each added syllable, ā€œPleā€“ā€
Your lips meet his desperately, your other hand flying upwards to grasp at his shoulder when you feel his laughter through the kiss. Youā€™re sure his amusement is multiplied as you try to dominate the kiss, even as you rise on the tips of your toes and arch your body towards his. Needily, you whine into his mouth as he refuses to meet your rushed rhythm, digging your nails into the meat of his broad shoulders to convey your urgency.
The Monegasquesā€™ hold on your waist turns rough and you pull backward with a gasp when he pinches the skin of your arm. You glower at him in displeasure but itā€™s quick to fade as he guides you back to his lips with a heavy hand on the nape of your neck. His thumb and pointer finger are weighted from their position at the base of your skull, directing the tilt and movement of your head as he licks into your mouth and bruises your swollen lips further with pressure and stings of teeth.
He walks himself backward, one hand firm on your hip to guide you with him, the other rucking up the skirt of your sundress and sliding underneath to tug your panties down your legs with ease. You kick the fabric off your ankles distractedly, falling to straddle Charlesā€™ lap as soon as he sits on the edge of the bed. His hand slips between the cradle of your thighs, cupping along your warmth and toying within your folds.
ā€œWet for me already,ā€ he discovers delightedly, breaking the kiss to suck a mark into the sensitive skin behind your left ear and peppering more nips and teases of teeth down the stretch of your neck. Hisses of pleasure slip from your parted lips and you slant your hips forward to guide Charlesā€™ fingers inside. You exhale breathily at the slide of a single finger in your cunt, rolling down onto his hand when you deem his pace too slow.
ā€œAnother, please,ā€ you beg, moaning throatily when your boyfriend fulfills your plea without hesitation.
Two fingers turn into three, and three fingers turn into Charles flipping you over and pushing you into the bed so he can hover over you. With rushed hands, you both shove the zipper of his slacks and the hem of his briefs low for him to slip his cock out and press into you. The brunette shudders as he sinks within your depths, falling to his elbows, your moans and gasps of breath spilling into the same pocket of air when his hips rest against the back of your thighs.Ā 
ā€œM-move, please, Cha,ā€ you cry, knees pressing into his sides and body rolling upwards to get a glimpse of friction during his stillness.
Charles drops his head to quiet you with a chaste kiss before matching the rhythm of your rocking hips, his rumbling groans quieted by your lips. He holds himself steady on one arm while he uses the other to reach above your head and drag a pillow downwards, tapping your ass briefly to wordlessly command you into rising upwards as he slips the cushion underneath you. As soon as the pillow is properly positioned, Charlesā€™ slow grinds are exchanged for slamming thrusts, sharp flares of pain-dipped pleasure shooting up your spine and tightening the knot in your navel. Your breath is lost quickly and you struggle to recover, eyes screwing shut and exhales of expletives and whimpers of encouragement are all you can offer.
The Monegasque roughly slides his hand down your leg and grasps you by the ankle digging into the small of his back to keep him close, moving it to rest over his shoulder, and letting his hand fall to squeeze at your thigh for purchase as the change of position tightens the fluttering channel of your cunt around him. This angle feels like heā€™s digging deeper inside you; one of your hands scrambling to drag your nails down his toned back while the other fists in his hair as you shriek high-pitched into the heated air between your bodies.
ā€œAll mine,ā€ you can feel the possessive lilt to his tone rumble through the thin skin of your throat as he sucks along the rapid beat of your pulse. Your nails decorate his back with red scores and it has Charles biting out sharp putainā€™s and rabbiting his cock into you forcefully, yet remaining conscious enough to realign his thrusts as he bullies his way inside of you to pound against your g-spot. His leaned forward position stretches the limits of your comfortable flexibility, but it allows his pelvis to barely scrape against your clit, sending a wave of overstimulating pleasure to your brain, your eyes rolling as the sensation knocks any form of rational thought from your brain.
He pauses to tug the front of your dress down, the hem tucked under the spill of your breasts. His fingers flick teasingly over a pebbled nipple while he folds himself lower to drag his tongue against the other and nip small marks around your areola. You fight against the assault on your chest; arching your back towards and away from himā€”chasing and running away from the pleasure simultaneously, yet you continue to grind onto his cock.
ā€œCharles, f-fuck, lemmeā€“uhuhā€”lemme ride ā€˜ou,ā€ you whine out incoherently, pushing at his shoulder with a closed fist, hoping heā€™ll understand your slurred words as your tongue begins to feel heavy.
Your boyfriend pulls away from your breasts in question, panting roughly as he stares up at you to see a pure look of want in your dampened eyes,Ā  lashes clumped together and brown skin flushing deeper when the eye contact is held unendingly. You know that Charles debated denying your request, or at least thought about making you beg for it, but he decides to kneel and drag you upwards into his lap without a fight. He allows you a brief respite to adjust your legs and anchor your arms over his shoulders, then tightens the hold of his hands on your waist, fingertips sure to leave indents as he assists your first upward motion, before solidly dragging you back down.Ā 
The strength you regained in your legs from the short break disappears, knees weakening and body slumping into Charlesā€™ chest, your head drooping to rest in the crook of his neck.Ā 
Charles steadies your head and tilts you back gently, checking in, ā€œIs this too much, mon amour? We can stop.ā€
ā€œNo,ā€ you murmur, ā€œYou fucked the feeling out of my legs, Cha.ā€
He laughs warmly, situating his hands on your ass to direct your motions, the tone of his voice light as he coos, ā€œā€˜s okay, mon coeurā€”Iā€™ll do all the work.ā€
You brush your nose along his, moaning softly at the sweetened drag of his cock. Charles chases your bitten lips, groaning lowly as he deepens his thrusts, fingers dipping to circle your clitā€”always ensuring your release is prioritized. Your thighs begin to shake and his thrusts skip beats as he begins to near the precipice as well. Shuddering, you gasp into his mouth, attempting to alert him to your nearing orgasm but youā€™re unable to speak the words.
ā€œItā€™s okay, mon amour,ā€ your boyfriend soothes, ā€œCum for meā€”Iā€™ve got you.ā€
ā€œyesyesyes,ā€ you babble mindlessly, Charles continuing to pound into you, not slowing the search for his release now that youā€™re orgasm is imminent. A few well-angled jabs of your g-spot and youā€™re gone; release frying your nerve endings and vision blurring as your boyfriend continues to ride your high to its very end.Ā 
The Monegasque pulls out the moment your hips fight his hold, dropping his hand drenched with your pleasure from your clit to grab his cock, and with one stroke, he spills. Charles paints your navel and inner thighs white with whimpering moans, and lilted French. He milks himself into over-sensitivity, only stopping when the orgasmic relief shifts into pain. He kisses you on the cheek as he drags a finger through his cum pooled between your thighs. His hand rises to your mouth and he hums approvingly as your lips part and suckle his spend clean off.Ā Ā 
ā€œHm,ā€ Charles sounds, staring down at the claim heā€™s spilled, his free hand rubbing his cum along your navel, ā€œAll mine.ā€
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rafesangelita Ā· 4 months ago
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hi victoria!!! i love ur pogue!sweetheart!reader and i was wondering if u could do a lil hurt/comfort thing where one of rafes friends tells reader she talks too much/is too loud and she gets super upset? iā€™m a super big crybaby and i talk a LOT and iā€™d love to see how you write how rafey defends n comforts her :,)
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warnings: protective!rafe, topper and kelce are pretty mean in this one >:(, rafe defends you <3, sight angst, fluff, rafe being the king of reassurance
a/n: i have personal beef with anyone who tells ppl to quiet down when theyā€™re excited for something, or just naturally outgoing. also idk how to play poker so excuse the way i explained it if itā€™s incorrect lol
before you, friday nights were always reserved for rafe and his friends, the group of them either going out for a beer or staying in and betting money on card games. but now? rafe spent his friday nights buried inside of you, both of you laughing and kissing each other in the dark until one of you fell asleep first. and rafe wouldnā€™t have it any other way. his friends however, werenā€™t very fond of your boyfriend choosing you over them.
which would explain their impromptu visit while you two were mid-makeout session. ā€œso this is why she has you locked away, huh?ā€ you jumped, rafe covering you with a throw blanket as he slipped his shirt on. ā€œwhat the fuck, guys?!ā€ rafe glared at kelce and topper, your skin hot with embarrassment. ā€œyou left the door unlocked, playboy.ā€ topper pushed a twelve pack of beers into rafeā€™s chest, the pair of friends walking to the kitchen.
ā€œare you okay, baby?ā€ rafe leaned down, wanting nothing more than to sucker punch his idiot friends for making you feel mortified. ā€œiā€™m in my bra and panties!ā€ you whispered, scrambling up from the couch and running up the stairs to rafeā€™s bedroom. rafe pinched the bridge of his nose, cursing under his breath before meeting topper and kelce in the kitchen. ā€œyā€™all shouldā€™ve called me or something.ā€ his tone was harsh, kelce holding his hands up defensively.
ā€œshe has you so pussy whipped bro, would you have even answered?ā€ no, the answer was no. ā€œit doesnā€™t matter, you two shouldnā€™t have walked in like that.ā€ topper scoffed, popping open a can of beer. ā€œchill, man, we just came to see our boy,ā€ kelce slapped rafeā€™s shoulder, ā€œand beat your ass at poker.ā€ he added. rafe laughed, muttering a ā€˜not a chance.ā€™ before going upstairs to check on you. ā€œy/n?ā€ you were fixing your disheveled hair, your lips still swollen from your previous activities.
ā€œhey..ā€ you turned, rafe pulling you in for a hug. ā€œwhy donā€™t you come downstairs? be my lucky charm for the game weā€™re gonna play.ā€ you shook your head, recalling topperā€™s words from earlier; ā€˜so this is why she has you locked away, huh?ā€™ locked away? really? ā€œi better not, you should go have your ā€˜broā€™ time, i know itā€™s been awhile..ā€ you smiled, hoping he didnā€™t catch the way your gaze faltered. he did. ā€œi want you with me.ā€ he pecked the tip of your nose, your eyes shutting momentarily.
ā€œwhat if they donā€™t, though?ā€ rafe was already dressing you, waving off your words. ā€œwell then they can leave.ā€ he shrugged. you sighed, letting him walk you downstairs where topper and kelce had the game set up on the table. ā€œthe girl scout is joining us?ā€ you didnā€™t miss the way topper exchanged looks with the boy on his right. ā€œyes, she is. is there a problem?ā€ kelce mumbled a ā€˜no.ā€™, followed by an awkward clearing of his throat.
rafe pulled you onto his lap, the guys starting the game as you rested your head against his chest. you didnā€™t know a thing about poker, your lips quirking every time your boyfriend shouted excitedly. ā€œthereā€™s no way!ā€ topper slammed his losing cards on the table, ā€œi have nothing!ā€ kelce was getting frustrated, the chances of him winning decreasing with each turn. ā€œif i flip this card and itā€™s right, i take all of this.ā€ the guys had already put in well over four hundred dollars, the tension in the room incredibly thick.
ā€œwith this money weā€™ll get you that mixer you been wanting, how does that sound?ā€ you nodded, both you and rafe leaning forward in anticipation. as soon as rafe turned his last card over, you screamed, jumping up as topper and kelce heads fell down in defeat. it was the first time you had even opened your mouth tonight, and kelce wasted no time in shutting you down. ā€œcalm down, do you really have to be so loud?ā€ your smile dropped, along with rafeā€™s. ā€œforreal.ā€ topper glared at you before pushing the money in your direction.
ā€œwhatā€™s up yā€™allā€™s asses? sheā€™s just cheering,ā€ rafe pulled you to his side, ā€œjust a reminder that you two came here on your own accord and interrupted us, not the other way around.ā€ in that moment you felt like a little girl again, always having someone to tell you to quiet down and suppress your excitement. you couldnā€™t help the tears from welling in your eyes, their judgmental looks making you want to disappear. prior to you and rafe being together, topper and kelce had always been nice to you, but all of that seemed to go out the door when your boyfriend stopped participating in their little get togethers.
ā€œwe hardly see you anymore, bro, we just donā€™t understand why she canā€™t lay off sometimes.ā€ topper looked over at you, his jaw ticking as rafe laughed bitterly. you couldnā€™t believe your ears. if only they knew how much you encouraged rafe to hang out with them. ā€œhas it ever occurred to you that maybe i rather spend my time with my girlfriend than hanging out with you two? get the fuck out of my house.ā€ topper and kelce looked like they were at a loss for words, both of them apologizing to you under their breath.
ā€œand not that it matters anymore, ā€˜cause you two are so convinced that she has me trapped in her evil lair somewhere, but she encouraged me to come down here by myself before i dragged her along with me. you donā€™t even know what youā€™re talking about.ā€ rafe basically pushed them out before shouting, ā€œand iā€™m keeping the beers assholes!ā€
rafe shut the front door, making sure to lock it this time before he scooped you up in his arms. ā€œdonā€™t cry, sweetheart, theyā€™re both idiots.ā€ you sniffled, laughing softly. rafe smiled at the fact that he knew how to make you feel better. ā€œtalk my ear off while i order that mixer, i love hearing your voice.ā€
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moonstruckme Ā· 4 months ago
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Hey so i have a request and you can totally say no if this makes you uncomfortable but would you consider writing a poly marauders x reader where the readers depressed and canā€™t get anything done im asking cause Iā€™ve been. Going through something and i thought id be okay by now but Iā€™ve kinda regressed idk and now im depressed idk pls donā€™t write this if its to hard or upsetting
Thank you for your request lovely, I really hope things are getting easier for you or that they do soon <3
cw: depression
poly!marauders x fem!reader ā™” 984 words
You realize the boys must be home when Remus crouches in front of you. You hadnā€™t heard the car come up the driveway, nor the door opening. You were too deep inside your own head. Or maybe youā€™d drifted off into another of your light, unsatisfying sleeps.Ā 
ā€œHi.ā€ He offers you a little smile, putting out his hand. You worm yours out from under your blanket to give it to him, and he rubs his thumb across your knuckles fondly. ā€œHow was your day, lovely?ā€Ā 
ā€œFine,ā€ you say. Your voice rasps a bit from disuse.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m opening the curtains,ā€ James warns from somewhere behind you. ā€œHere, take these.ā€Ā 
Siriusā€™ grunt sounds surprised. ā€œSince when is carrying in the groceries a relay sport?ā€ he complains.Ā 
True to Jamesā€™ word, light floods the living room a moment later. It illuminates Remusā€™ face in front of you, letting you see the gentle concern in his eyes. His gaze moves up above your head just before strong hands grasp you by the shoulders.Ā 
ā€œI missed you,ā€ says James, hugging downwards at you until he gives up and lets his body flop over the back of the couch, ā€œso much, today.ā€Ā 
You pet down the hair at his nape, love like a bubble in your chest thatā€™s always on the brink of popping. You love the way James hugs; itā€™s like he really is trying to feel as close to you as he can be, with his face bent towards your neck and one hand splayed behind your heart. You let yourself meld to him. Remus starts collecting your little mess from the coffee table, taking things into the kitchen.
ā€œIt was only a few hours,ā€ you say.Ā 
James makes a jokey harrumphing sound. ā€œA few hours too many.ā€ He lets you go to plant a smacking kiss on your cheek. ā€œIf you could have one thing for dinner tonight, what would it be?ā€Ā 
ā€œI thought we agreed to stop playing that game,ā€ says Sirius, coming back in to sit down on the armrest of the couch. He sees where youā€™re toying with Jamesā€™ hair and takes a lock between his own fingers. ā€œYou need a haircut, Jamie.ā€Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re one to talk,ā€ James quips, though he leans into the touch, always more than happy to have his hair played with. ā€œAnd we only agreed to stop playing with you, because your expectations were too high.ā€Ā 
ā€œThey were not.ā€Ā 
ā€œWhy would you think weā€™d be able to get what we needed for escargot at our corner shop?ā€Ā 
ā€œIf you didnā€™t want to know what I actually wanted, you shouldnā€™t have asked.ā€Ā 
ā€œAnyway,ā€ James turns back to you, ā€œwhat would you have, lovie?ā€Ā 
ā€œAnd before you say,ā€ says Sirius, ā€œthe correct answer is tomato basil soup with a cheese toastie.ā€
James sulks, thwarted, and you stroke your thumb over his nape consolingly. ā€œThat sounds really lovely,ā€ you say earnestly. ā€œWas I really supposed to guess that on my own, though?ā€Ā 
ā€œYou mightā€™ve,ā€ he mumbles. ā€œAnyway, I was thinking you could be my soup stirrer. If youā€™re up for the task.ā€Ā 
Itā€™s an odd feeling, affection and guilt intertwined so well you canā€™t fully tell which is which. You know James is making a point of asking you so that you might come to the kitchen, be among them for a bit instead of staying off in your own world, do a task that makes you feel productive even if itā€™s small. You appreciate that he does it, and you loathe yourself for making him feel the need to. You wish your boyfriends wouldnā€™t coddle you not because you donā€™t like it but because you like it too much. You donā€™t deserve it.Ā 
ā€œHey.ā€ Siriusā€™ voice draws you back out from inside your head again. Itā€™s become such a frequent haunt you donā€™t always realize youā€™re going anymore. Heā€™s studying you. ā€œYou okay?ā€Ā 
You hum as Remus comes back in, sitting on the now clean coffee table. ā€œThanks for doing that,ā€ you murmur. His eyebrows lift slightly when he realizes youā€™re talking to him. ā€œSorry I left a mess.ā€Ā 
Remus tsks, reaching forward to brush a piece of hair from your forehead. ā€œIt wasnā€™t really a mess,ā€ he says. ā€œI donā€™t mind. Are you going to help us with dinner?ā€Ā 
ā€œYeah.ā€ Itā€™s not so much a decision as a yielding, but James beams like youā€™ve made his day. It makes you want to cry.Ā 
Sirius wraps an arm around your waist when you get up to go to the kitchen, squeezing the fat of your hip lovingly. ā€œThink Iā€™ll take up the duty of stirring the soup, too,ā€ he says to you. ā€œSeems like a two-person job.ā€Ā 
ā€œProbably, yeah.ā€ You let yourself lean into his side. He takes your weight happily, mushing a kiss into your hair. ā€œSorry Iā€™m so lame lately,ā€ you tell him quietly. ā€œYou guys donā€™t need to coddle me so much.ā€Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re not lame, who said that?ā€ Sirius jostles you a little bit. When you donā€™t laugh, he changes his approach, leaning his head against yours. ā€œWeā€™re not coddling you, sweetheart. Youā€™re just in a rut right now, yeah? And weā€™re meeting you where youā€™re at.ā€Ā 
He makes it sound so simple, but your throat clogs with the true difficulty of it all. When you reply your voice is thick. ā€œI donā€™t know if Iā€™ll be able to get out.ā€Ā 
ā€œYou will,ā€ he promises surely. ā€œI donā€™t know how long it might take, but itā€™ll happen. And if whatever weā€™re doing isnā€™t working for you, we can figure something else out, okay? Weā€™re with you.ā€Ā 
When James says itā€™s your time to stir, Sirius insists on standing behind you and holding your hand thatā€™s holding the spoon. Remus rolls his eyes at the idea of it being a two-person job, but you donā€™t know. You think maybe it takes all four of you to make it work.
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inkedinshadows Ā· 4 months ago
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Little Rainbow
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Pairing: Azriel Ɨ reader
Summary: When you canā€™t comfort your baby daughter, you bring her to her dad, who always manages to calm her down.
Warnings: just lots of fluff
Word count: 2.2k
A/N: I thought I'd try my hand at writing second person pov instead of third. It just felt natural to write this one in 2nd pov. Maybe I'll stick with it in the future idk. This was born out of my baby fever btw, enjoy!
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Azriel sensed you right before his shadows whispered of your arrival. He would recognize those steps and those soft wails anywhere.
A smile was already on his lips when the door opened with a small creak and you, his beautiful and loving mate, walked in holding your few-months-old daughter in your arms.
Leaning against the back of his chair, he watched as his shadows shot forward to greet the two of you, writhing around you and caressing your cheeks. You chuckled, but your daughter's soft cries stopped only for a moment before starting again, her little face even redder.
Azriel had spent centuries thinking he would never find love, that he wasn't good enough to deserve it. He was glad for his brothersā€™ happiness, and yet silently jealous of what they had. Brother, uncle, friendā€”he was grateful for it all, he truly was, but he longed for something more.
Then he met you.
Even before the mating bond snapped, he already knew you were the one. He had never been so smitten with someone in all his long years. He fell for you as quickly as a stone sinks in water, and finding out you were mates was just the cherry on top. He was convinced he could never love anything or anyone as much as he loved you.
But then you got pregnant. And when you gave birth, one look at the tiny bundle in Madja's arms was enough to prove him wrong. Seeing his mate holding his baby shortly after brought tears to his eyes, and he couldn't keep them from falling when you passed him Irisā€”named for the rainbow shining in the sky as she came into the world.
It was one of the happiest moments of his life, if not the happiest: looking down at the fragile, beautiful new life he had helped create.
But now, Iris was crying.
ā€œOne of those days?ā€ he asked, his arms already outstretched toward his daughter.
ā€œYeahā€¦ sorry to interrupt you,ā€ you answered with a sigh. You passed the baby to him and perched on the armrest of his chair. ā€œBut I tried feeding her, playing with her. I sang her all the lullabies I know. Nothing worked. She wants you.ā€
Azriel smiled down at Iris, holding her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. And to him, to you, she was. You were never interrupting when it was about her.
ā€œYou missed me, little rainbow?ā€ he asked softly, a scarred finger trailing down her red, puffy cheeks. His shadows followed suit to swirl around her little face as if they could wipe away her tears.
He'd been scared at firstā€”scared he would somehow taint something so perfect with his scarred hands, hands that had done things he had never been proud of. Though you had reassured him many times, his every concern melted away completely only when Iris had grabbed his pointer finger and innocently put it in her mouth.
It was exactly what she was doing now. Under Azriel's adoring gaze, his daughter wrapped her tiny hands around the finger he had just used to caress her and began contentedly sucking on it, her wails stopping for the moment.
ā€œI don't understand how you do that,ā€ you complained, though your tone was soft, your eyes full of pure love and adoration as you watched your mate and your baby. ā€œShe refused her binky when I gave it to her. Every. Single. Time.ā€
Azriel finally looked up from his child and met your gaze. Amusement sparked in his eyes at your grumble.
ā€œDon't take it personally, love,ā€ he said, curling one of his wings around you and gently nudging you with it. ā€œShe said ā€˜mamaā€™ the other day.ā€
Catching on to his little wing bump, you slid from the armrest onto his lap, even as you rolled your eyes at him. ā€œShe didn't say 'mamaā€™. She was just babbling. She's too young to say words, Az.ā€
Azriel hummed thoughtfully, but his gaze slid back to Iris. She was still clutching his finger, and even though it had been almost seven months since she was born, watching her was as mesmerizing as the first time.
She had his eyesā€”hazel with a speck of greenā€”but her hair was the same shade as yours. The two of you had initially spent hours simply gazing at her, whether she was awake or asleep, endlessly debating who she resembled the most. You claimed she had inherited Azriel's nose, he said she had your mouth. The truth was, it was too soon to know for sure, but neither of you cared. She was your rainbow, and she would always be perfect in Azriel's eyes.
The one thing he wasn't sure how to feel about was the lack of wings. After Feyre's tragic experience while giving birth, he had been relieved when Madja announced that your baby wouldn't have them. He never wanted to see you in such pain or risk losing you during childbirth. And yet, he was still Illyrian. Nothing could change that. A part of him longed for the chance to teach his baby daughter to fly, to hear the song of the wind and feel that unparalleled sense of freedom that only came from soaring high in the sky.
ā€œMaybe it's the shadows.ā€
Your voice dragged him back to reality, and he turned to you with a furrowed brow.
ā€œWhy she's always calmer around you,ā€ you clarified, gesturing to the shadows swirling around Iris. You caressed her head, and her eyes tracked back to you as she giggled around Azriel's finger. ā€œThey soothe her.ā€
Azriel smiled, his heart soaring at the sound of his daughter's soft laughter. His wing curled more tightly around you, drawing you closer so he could place a gentle kiss on your temple. ā€œShe's just like her mom, isn't she?ā€
You could only nod, returning his loving smile with one of your own. It was trueā€”his shadows had always been a safe space to you. The first time he had seen you upset, they rushed to you, swirling around you and brushing your cheeks and your neck until you chuckled. From that moment, whether it was anger, sadness, or fatigue, they would leave Azriel's side to cheer you up before he could even take a step in your direction.
Your head came to rest on Azrielā€™s shoulder and you both watched your daughter's eyes grow heavy, her lids starting to drop as she stubbornly tried to keep them open, her hold on her dad's finger relenting.
ā€œYou fall asleep so easily in daddy's arms, don't you, little rainbow?ā€ you whispered as you tenderly booped her cute little nose. ā€œJust like mommy.ā€
Azriel chuckled, placing his now-free hand on the small of your back to gently nudge you to stand up. ā€œLet's go to bed, love.ā€
You rose from his lap, and he immediately felt the absence of your warmth against him, but you only stood in front of him with that cute frown of yoursā€”the one that created a small crease between your brows that he always wanted to smooth with his thumb.
Azriel knew exactly what you were thinking.
During the last month of your pregnancy, he had asked Rhys to keep missions away from Velaris to a bare minimum. And after Iris was born, he had stopped taking on any missions that required him to be away for more than two days, because he simply couldn't bear the thought of being separated from you and his baby girl. After centuries, he had finally learned the meaning of the word ā€œdelegateā€. But sending his spies on jobs he'd usually do himself had led to a high pile of documents and reports on his deskā€”a pile he mostly tackled after you and Iris had gone to bed.
ā€œI'm done working for tonight,ā€ he reassured you, standing up and rocking Iris in his arms. ā€œIt can wait.ā€
It couldn't, not really. Some of those papers had been sitting on his desk for days, and the Azriel he was until seven months ago would have recoiled at the mere thought of unfinished work. But that was before an eternal rainbow added even more colors to his life than you already had.
You only smiled at him and brushed a kiss against his cheek. ā€œLet's go to bed, then,ā€ you repeated before turning to walk out.
Azriel followed you, his babyā€™s eyes fluttering open at the movement and darting around as he walked down the pastel-blue hallway. She was always so curious, even when tired.
Not wanting to risk Iris deciding sheā€™d rather stay awake and explore than sleep, Azriel began to hum her favorite lullaby. You glanced over your shoulder at the sound of his deep voice resonating off the walls, a soft smile on your lips as you watched the shadows gently sway to the melody.
He met your gaze when you stopped in front of Irisā€™s room, where you had painted the walls a light shade of pink while Azriel assembled the cream-colored furniture. He shook his head and gestured for you to keep walking, never interrupting his soft singing as Irisā€™s eyes fluttered closed once more. You raised an eyebrow but continued toward your bedroom at the end of the hallway.
You had recently started getting Iris used to sleeping in her own room instead of yours, with both doors left open for the rare times she still woke up at night. But tonight, Azriel wanted to hold both his girls in his arms.
Iris was fast asleep by the time Azriel gently placed her in the center of your large bed, careful not to wake her up. She rolled onto her tummy and let out a content sigh that had you both staring in awe.
You turned to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. ā€œYou didn't want her to sleep alone?ā€ you murmured, your tone amused.
ā€œI couldn't,ā€ he answered with a smile, his fingers tangling in your silky hair. ā€œShe missed me, you said it yourself.ā€
You chuckled, leaning up to peck him on the lips.
Azriel didn't let you pull away.
It felt like a lifetime had passed since he last had some alone time with you. If it wasn't Iris needing attention and care, it was his duties as spymaster keeping him so busy that you had resorted to dragging your favorite armchair in his study, where you would curl up with a book during your daughter's nap time. Sitting in comfortable silence as you each focused on your own tasks was better than being apart.
He felt you relax, melting against his body as he deepened the kiss, and only then did he pull back to rest his forehead against yours.
ā€œAnd I missed you,ā€ he whispered. Your cheeks were warm under his touch and he took a moment to just breathe in your familiar, soothing scent.
ā€œThen you should have let Iris sleep in her crib, my love,ā€ you said with a glance at your daughter. A mischievous gleam entered your eyes when they settled on him again. ā€œBecause I really miss you too.ā€
Azriel's soft laugh echoed in the room, and he kissed the top of your head. ā€œTomorrow,ā€ he promised. He could make those reports wait a bit longer.
You smirked, stealing one last kiss before stepping back to peel off your clothes. He took a moment to admire youā€”your smooth skin, the dip of your hips, the soft curve of your stomach that remained from childbirthā€”but he quickly undressed as well, and soon you were both in bed, with Iris nestled between you.
Azriel placed a broad hand on her back to draw her a bit closer, and his wing draped over you as you scooted over, enveloping the three of you in a warm, dark cocoon, the silence interrupted only by your daughterā€™s soft snoring.
He felt you move in the dark and guessed you had just kissed Iris when you murmured, ā€œGoodnight, my rainbow. Even though you didn't let me sing you lullabies.ā€
Azriel didn't need to see your face to know you had a loving look in your eyes and a playful smile on your lips.
ā€œOf course she prefers my lullabies,ā€ he teased, brushing his thumb over Iris's back. ā€œShe's her daddy's girl.ā€
For a moment, he was tempted to fold back his wing and let the moonlight caress your face, just to catch your cute pout as you said, ā€œI used to be your girl.ā€
ā€œYou still are, love. You're both my girls,ā€ he assured you, letting his wing lower over you like a second blanket. ā€œYou're my family. There's nothing I love more than you and Iris.ā€
ā€œI love you too,ā€ you replied, your voice now stripped of all playfulness. Only pure, undiluted sincerity remained, warming his heart. ā€œBoth of you.ā€
Silence fell again, and it wasn't long before your breathing evened out as you drifted into sleep. But Azriel stayed awake a while longer, listening to the steady rhythm of his mate's soft sighs and his daughter's occasional snorts.
His own little familyā€”everything he had ever wanted, more than he had ever dared to hope for.
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cherryheairt Ā· 3 months ago
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Pearls
Cregan Stark x named!fem!reader no desc (gif just for vibes)
18+!
my first smut writing and it was an intrusive thought that hasn't left my mind all week I need to get it out NEOW. I don't know my audience for this but please let it not be too niche idk šŸ˜­
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Lately, Cregan had been absent from their marital chambers until the darkest parts of the night. Work had been keeping him apart from his Lady wife for far too long in her eyes. One night was almost unbearable, let alone weeks of it. Sometimes, he fell asleep in his study after pouring over scrolls and plans for hours.
It was hard to sleep without her husband, she found. After their marriage less than a year ago, they had shared the same bed every night after. Their relationship was most likely the healthiest in all of Westeros. Always in sync and filling what the other lacked. Whereas Vanya was compassionate and kind, Cregan was stern and unyielding. Together, they led the North as any Stark Lord and Lady should: In harmony.
Vanya had taken care of her tasks well, managing what Cregan could not in his time of occupation. Winter was upon them, cold and unrelenting. Vanya's first as Lady Stark, and one she intended to run smoothly to set a precedent for her live's rule.
However, even though she kept herself busy til late evening, she found her needs growing by the day. Usually, her and Cregan found themselves enjoying many rounds of pleasure before they tucked in for the night. Now, since he'd been busy, they hadn't even kissed in weeks. Simple glances at him or the feel of his arm's warmth draping over her in the early hours of the morning made her almost feral with want for her husband.
But he was always gone when she awoke. She was left to get ready for her own day of duties completely alone, longing for her husband's company. An emptiness struck her heartā€”one that she was determined to fill.
She got to work after her day was through. Knowing Cregan wouldn't join her til long after she was finished, she enjoyed the secretive project in the privacy of the chambers.
Pearls.
Lace.
Thread.
The only three things she dained to need for her little excursion. She worked quickly and nimbly, a nervous fluttering feeling drifting in her belly and staying there until she had finished. Quickly, she put the garment on. Satisfied by the mirror's view, Vanya giddily got dressed into her sheer white night shift.
She settled into bed, only being able to fall into a light sleep in her excitement.
It was not too long before she heard the quiet creeking of the door open and close, Cregan always making a point to enter and exit their chambers considerately. With a heavy sigh, she heard him drop his clothes and boots to the floor.
Weight dropped onto his side of the bed, and a familiar arm draped itself around her waist. Cregan sighed once more into the back of her neck, breathing in the comforting scent of his wife.
Vanya reached up gingerly, lacing her fingers with his. "Husband," she whispered, gauging his mood.
"Wife," he muttered back, thumbing absentmindedly at the space below her belly button.
"How was your day? You've been kept busy, far from the warmth of our hearth." She brought his hand up to kiss gently, starting to wake herself fully.
Cregan hummed guiltily, nodding into her smooth skin. "Tiring. I promise, once Winter starts to come to a close, I will make up every minute I spent leaving my dear wife waiting." The words were muttered slowly into the shell of her ear.
Vanya only huffed a laugh, shaking her head though he couldn't see her face. "There is time now, isn't there?" She asked coyly.
When she recieved no answer, "Cregan?"
None again, but the soft breaths coming from his nose. Turning to face him, she was met with closed eyes and a content slight smile gracing her husband's handsome features. She lay her head back on her pillow, sighing in accepted defeat. Brushing a piece of hair back behind his ear, she kissed his forehead, "goodnight, my husband."
The next day was the same as the last ones. She woke up alone again, only this time Vanya was much more determined to stoke the fire she knew Cregan had. Keeping the garment on underneath her day dress, a light powder blue number with tapered sleeves, she made her way about the Great Keep conducting her business.
Her mind was heavy with thoughts of Cregan, hunched over his desk and stressfully raking his hands through his dusty brown threads. Vanya finished her duties early, freshening up in their chambers before she returned outside of them. Hurriedly, she changed into a light blue shift, similar in color to the one she had worn out. She dabbled some sandalwood perfume oil on her neck and wrists, fixing her hair quickly before making her way towards Cregan's solar. The windows she passed by showed the fresh night sky and the dotted stars along it, the perfect time for any stray servants or maids to be tucking away for their own leisure time before bed.
Vanya took a short breath in before opening his solar door, spotting the exact visage she had imagined the whole day. Dressed in only his grey tunic visible above the pine desk, he had clearly discarded his pelts and leathers for the day, seeing as he had not even left the room once. The hearth was dying, only embers remaining. Clearly, he had wished not to be disturbed by any servants throughout the day.
He was still engrossed in writing a scroll when Vanya approached his desk. A tap on the spot above his elbow had jerked his head up, a shocked look in his eyes as he looked up at his wife. "Vanya, you should be abed alreadyā€”" he said quickly.
Vanya shook her head, sitting herself on the edge of his table stubbornly. "Couldn't sleep." She lied. "I missed by husband's warmth next to me."
His lips pursed as he glanced between her and his work. "I'm sorry, I will finish as fast as I can. Wait for me?" He offered, though they both knew if she left now, he would only be swallowed up by his duties once more.
Vanya placed a hand on his cheek, running her thumb over the dark undereyes that deepened his tired expression. "I wish to stay with my husband, if it please him."
Cregan's eyes softened, nodding his agreement. He scooted his chair outwards, leaving ample room for Vanya to sit between him and the desk. Instead of sitting across his lap, as she normally would when accompanying him in his seat, she lifted her skirts to her thighs and sat facing him.
He tilted his head slightly, instinctively placing his hands over her hips to adjust her. "Won't this be uncomfortable for you?" He asked, though a faint blush dusted his cheeks and ears at the position.
Vanya shook her head, choosing to sit herself closer and bury her face into his neck. "Go on, don't let me interrupt." She said innocently, earning a glance from her husband before he followed her instructions and started back on his writing.
After a few minutes, she felt enough time had passed to make him inconspicuous of her actions. Slowly, she pressed herself closer to his chest, squishing her breasts again his own thinly clothed skin. She felt him pause and take a deep breath in before continuing, and had to bit her lip to prevent herself from smiling into his tunic.
A few more minutes passed, though she grew more impaitient with every second his hands were not on her. Slowly, she pressed her pelvis into his, revealing the hardened texture of the garment to him.
This time, he paused fully, confused. Setting the quill down, he leaned back. "What is that?" He asked, placing a hand on her hip again.
Vanya only smiled, grabbing his other hand and guiding it ever so slowly down to nethermost regions. "Feel for yourself." She cooed as she led a finger to run over the string.
"Whatā€”Pearls?" He asked, brows knitting together curiously.
Vanya nodded at the question.
"Where did you find such a thing?" Cregan asked, though did not recind his hand.
"I made them myself. Don't worry, no loud-mouthed seamstress will know of Lady Stark vying for some promiscuous garments."
"And they are..." He trailed off, swallowing heavily at the indication. Indeed, he shared in his logging and need throughout these weeks apart.
"For you, dear husband." Vanya purred, nipping softly at his bottom lip and pulling away just as fast.
Immediately, he lifted her from his lap and onto the desk, tossing aside his papers to the floor. He lifted her skirts further, bunching them carelessly at her hips as he tugged her legs to wrap around his waist.
Pinching the strand of pearls between his index and thumb, his eyes stayed glued to the glistening white pearls lying between her lower folds. Vanya felt herself throb with need at the lustful glare he held, leaning back on her hands to watch only his face.
Softly, he lifted the string to make it press against her own sensitive pearl. At her slight gasp and squirm, Cregan knelt to his knees faster than he ever had before. Glancing up at his wife's face, he silently asked for permission.
After she nodded, he was quick to move. The pearls, covered in her own essence, were moved slightly to the side as Cregan pressed his face to her core. Vanya threw her head back at the sudden stimulation, Cregan's tongue wildly moving from place to place as if he couldn't find a favorite spot.
Up and down, a solid stripe from her hole to sensitive bud. Circling the pearl with an eager swipe of his tongue, he moved down just as quickly as he began. With desperate, shallow thrusts into her clenching hole, Cregan tried and failed to press himself closer, already having no air to breathe with the space between them being nonexistent. Not that he minded, of course.
With a firm tug at his loose hair, Cregan turned his head with a heaving chest to face his wife. Looking offended at the separation, his fingers clenched at the soft parts of her upper thighs, ready to dig his face back to its spot.
Vanya whined out for him, shaking her head. She closed her thighs over his head, urging him up to meet her lips. She tasted herself on his tongue, enjoying the bittersweet slick with a deep moan. Cregan pressed himself closer, moving her by her waist to seat her on the edge of the table.
"I need you, Cregan, please." She pleaded, hards still carding through his hair to ground herself. She was so empty, only able to be whole again with Cregan's help.
At her plea, Cregan couldn't help but oblige, he unlaced his breeches urgently, allowing Vanya to strip him of his tunic and run her hands over the lean muscle of his chest and back.
He stroked himself a few times, smearing himself at her entrance. They both groaned in unision as his tip hit the string of pearls. They pressed to her swollen bud, making her jerk her hips up closer to meet his own. He slid the string to the side to make room for his length, sinking into the wet heat with a soft groan.
Her head found his shoulder again as she clawed at his shoulders, mewling. He mimicked her action, hands gripping onto her hips as he bit at her neck and collarbone sharply to conceal his moans.
His thrusts were fast and desperate, both wasting no time with soft touches and sweet nothings. That could be done later, after they were both saited and content in their own bed.
She panted heavily, reaching down between them both to rub loose circles around her pearl. He groaned as she tightened, knowing what it meant.
"Where?" He grunted out, kissing at her shoulder as a wordless apology to the angry red bite lying there.
"Inside," she gasped, tightening her legs around his waist to keep him closer.
It was not long before they both reached their peaks. Cregan continued his ministrations, thrusts becoming slower and less powerful as he winded down from his high. He stayed inside her even after they both came down, the warmth too good to pass up in the cold solar. The embers had long disappeared, leaving only the cobble to block out Winterfell's chill.
Vanya couldn't mind, either, enjoying the fullness it brought even in the sensitive state.
"What brought this on?" Cregan asked after a few long moments passed. He soothed over the marks on her hips, sure that bruises would appear in the morrow.
She hummed, kissing the space connecting his ear and jawline affectionately. "Is it too obscure for a wife to want for her husband?"
Cregan raised a brow, "of course not. I have missed you, too." He said, bringing her lips to his to kiss.
She deepened it, dragging him back to her after he pulled away. Tilting her head, she shivered at the brush of his tongue over her own, the texture a familiar delight.
Cregan pulled back after a while, a heavy look in his steel eyes. "I don't think we'll get much sleep tonight if you keep doing that."
She laughed, "I am far from tired, my Lord."
He growled playfully, bringing her from the table and carrying her in his arms. Cregan chuckled at her gasp, starting his journey to their chambers.
"Someone might see us!" She squealed into his neck, hiding her face uselessly.
"Let them. The whole of Westeros will know how my wife is the most beautiful in the Seven Kingdoms." He said, pinching her bottom with a cheeky smirk.
His solar was left open behind them, work long forgotten for the next day. Tonight was for Lord Stark and his Lady Wife.
šŸ—”
Get yourself a munch like Cregan Stark
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lcriedlastnight Ā· 14 days ago
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hi! was wondering if you could write something for your special for lando?
i was thinking something to do with his nose scar. idk if you can do something with that or not šŸ’€
tysm and congrats!
ofc i can, i am screaming at this btw.
1k words
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everyone knew lando was a party animal, it was the first thing you knew about him when you met him. he loved a good party and he loved a good time. you weren't as fond of the party scene but you knew when lando wanted you there, to be there for him. the celebration in amsterdam for kings day was one of those ones where you had decided that your presence was not, in fact needed and you could spend the week prior to the miami grand prix at home catching up on your current favourite tv show.
getting a call from your drunk boyfriend about some injury was not on your plans for the day however.
"heyyyy baby! where are you?" lando slurred through the phone when he had first called you. at first you had thought it was just another one of lando's famous drunk phone calls where he goes on and on about how much he misses you and how if you really wanted to he could get you on a flight to come and see him in thirty minutes - as if you could pack a weeks worth of clothes and get to the airport in that time. drunk lando was overly positive.
"hi lan, what's up?" you ask, padding through your shared living room, one hand holding your phone to your ear and the other holding the popcorn bowl.
"i look like a mummy right now!" he laughs down the phone. his laughter makes you giggle too even though you have no clue what he's on about.
"my nose hurts thoouugghh. smashed a glass on it." he complains as if it didn't just make you stop in your tracks and almost drop your very full bowl of freshly popped popcorn.
"you what? you smashed a glass on your nose? are you alright?" you quiz, worry laced throughout your voice. lando it's that drunk that he can't pick up on it. he just lets out a giggle and says something to someone near him before his attention is back on you.
"yeah! blood was everywhere, baby!" he says, much too positive for the contents of the sentence. even though you felt your throat close with worry for him you knew it couldn't be that bad or else you would've known much before now and lando wouldn't be as upbeat as he was right now.
"really? are you alright now?" you ask him, setting up the couch with blankets for your binge session. there is shuffling over the phone and then lando is mumbling again.
when he does answer you it's tipsy reassurance and its then that you realise that you won't know how bad it was until you either see him in person or speak to him when he's a little more sober than right now. you chat to him (entertain his drunk yapping) for a little while longer before you hang up to actually start your tv show and to let him get on with his partying.
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the next time you see lando is two days after, he had arrived in miami where you were waiting for him at the hotel and it was safe to say you had no idea on what his injury would be like. when you met him in your shared room and you seen him with the bandage on his nose, the first thing you did was coo. it was all you could do, you literally melted at him.
"oh baby." lando gives you a guilty smile, not knowing whether or not to milk his injury to get extra affection from you or to just be honest and say that it didn't really hurt as much as it did when he first cut it. the former was calling his name though.
you baby him all weekend until you see him cross the chequered flag first for the very first time and then, well let's just say the babying was put on hold for a little bit while you showed him just how proud of him you were.
laying in the hotel bed with him that night watching some random episode on the hotel tv, you turn to him and say "maybe you should hurt yourself every weekend so you can win every race for the rest of the season."
lando rolled his eyes and lightly shoved his palm in your face to shut you up.
ā˜…ćƒ»ćƒ»ćƒ»ćƒ»ćƒ»ćƒ»ā˜…
it was another win later when you realised just how obsessed you were with the little scar left on his nose from the incident. you had obviously noticed it before now (you had a serious problem when it came to staring at lando's face) but it wasn't until you were in singapore when you really noticed just how much you adored it on him.
the hotel lighting was dim, barely lighting up your favourite thing to look at when bored but it would do as both you and lando couldn't be bothered to turn anymore lights on or even turn the lamp on the bedside off. your fingers danced across his cheeks and along his jawline to then swipe across his eyebrows. you didn't know if it was the lighting or what it was but the scar kept catching your eyes and your fingers just kept coming back to swoop down over it, ever so gently like it was still fresh and sore.
"why'd you keep doing that?" lando mumbles, clearly half asleep but noticing the repeating motions of your fingers gliding down his nose and specifically his scar.
you aren't sure you have an answer to his question so you hesitate on replying to your half asleep boyfriend. your fingers now actively avoiding his nose altogether.
"doing what?"
lando huffs and opens one eye to look over at you. you are eye to eye with him, both of you laying on your sides facing one another.
"touching my nose. and my scar." lando points out. he knows that you knew what he was talking about and he was not here to beat around the bush.
"dunno." is your reply. "it's just cute. you suit it."
lando isn't sure if it's a compliment or not but he takes it as one as he lets his eye close again and moves so he is resting his chin on top of your head. he also isn't sure if it is possible for someone to suit a scar but instead of questioning you he just wraps his arms around you tighter. a conversation for the morning, he thinks.
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ultravioletrayz Ā· 1 month ago
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omg omg i have an ideeaaa
imagine Miguel and reader just having a lazy day together (its a Saturday) and they have a cute little cuddle/ convo moment, they decide to watch cringe movies in bed and reader orders idk i think its one of those big combo wing meals and as sheā€™s uber eats ordering miguel gets handsy with her and it eventually leads up to some smexy time until the uber driver arrives with their food šŸ—šŸ—
dude this made me hungry (not for food)
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Pairing: miguel oā€™hara x f!reader
Warnings: 18+, 69ing, oral (f + m receiving), little bit of a handjob and fingering
Summary: while waiting for your uber eats to arrive, miguel becomes hungry for something different
A/N: i'm in a bit of a slump rn (in my writing and in general) so here's a filler fic to hopefully spark my motivation to finish kinktober
Word Count: 1.4k
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The afternoon sun filters through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue over the bedroom. You and Miguel lay tangled in the sheets, lethargy making it so that neither of you could even fathom leaving the comfort of bed, the remnants of last night's passion still lingering in the air. The bed is a mess of rumpled blankets and pillows, a testament to the lazy, indulgent day you both had planned, wanting nothing more than to bask in the warmth of each other's embrace and enjoy a well-deserved break.
Miguel's arm is draped over your soft middle, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your supple skin, caressing you as his sharp red eyes follow the shitty slapstick comedy on the TV beside the bed. You giggle as you watch the ridiculous antics on the screen, feeling a certain warmth spread through your chest at the sound of Miguel's soft laughter. The comforting rhythm of his breathing against your skin lulls you into a sense of peace, and you can't help but feel grateful for this moment, however mundane it may seem.
"I'm kinda hungry." You murmur, glancing up at Miguel to gauge his reaction. He merely chuckles and rolls his eyes in the most endearing way possible, giving your side a teasing squeeze.
"You're always hungry." Miguel shrugs, the sarcasm dripping in his voice, making you scoff and shove him playfully. Although even if you meant him harm, it's not as if you'd do much damage. You shoot him a dirty look as you lean over him to grab your phone, opening Uber Eats before Miguel can continue to heartily laugh at your adorable antics.
You scroll indecisively through the app for a few moments, brows furrowed in consideration, taking your choice in lunch very seriously. Miguel smiles dopily, finding your meticulous approach to the task adorable in the most lovesick way.
"Doesn't that place down the block do a 2 for 1 deal on Saturdays?" Miguel pipes up, and you immediately beam at the notion, quickly going to the website of the pizza place and putting in both of your go-to orders.
"You're so smart, baby." You coo teasingly, although you are grateful for his input at the end of the day. No way would you let him know that, though. It's all part of the banter.
Miguel just huffs and holds onto your waist when you lean over him once again to return your phone to the nightstand after ordering, your body reaching over his. Miguel's eyes dart to your tits spilling out of your top as it hangs low off your shoulders due to the action, and he licks his lips at the sight of them; so plush and plump and desperate to be massaged and kneaded until his hands leave a greedy dent in the ample flesh.
The second you flop back down onto the mattress, Miguel's hands are all over you. They dance along your throat, squeeze your breasts, ghost over your waist, grope your ass, part your thighs, cup your pussy, brush against your stomach, all while his eager lips nip at the lobe of your ear. It's incredible how quickly that switch inside of him can flip, that switch that triggers such carnal, filthy desire to taste you, his weeping cock chubbing up more and more with each soft giggle and moan that leaves your lips.
"I thought... thought you wanted pizza?" You breathe out, glazed-over eyes taking in the way Miguel's handsome face has morphed into a pouty, needy depiction of how desperate he is, thick brows knitted together as he feels your body melt into his touch, teeth digging into his bottom lip to hold back a groan at how sexy you look with your sleep shirt all bunched up and that teasing little smile on your face.
"Primero quiero disfrutar de un buen aperitivo." Miguel chuckles raspily, suddenly hurling your body atop his shoulders, making you squeal and perch your hands upon Miguel's powerful abs to stay steady, despite the iron grip he has on the meat of your thighs that straddle him. Impatiently, Miguel drags you back so that you succulent, syrupy pussy hovers above his eager mouth beneath your shirt, making your hands slide up his abdomen. That sensation of your fingers stroking his taught musculature is what pushes Miguel to the point of pure, insatiable need.
With firm, beckoning precision, Miguel's tongue flicks out to plunge between your sopping folds, lapping up the sweetness already decorating the insides of your thighs. He groans and takes deep breathes, drowning himself in your essence, large hands tilting your hips back to plop your pretty cunt right on his salivating mouth. You can't help but mewl and buck on Miguel's handsome face, his tongue rolling over your little clit the moment his plump lips suck the throbbing bud into his warm mouth, while his nose bumps against your dripping hole.
Like a depraved dog, Miguel nods and shakes his head vigorously, rubbing his wet tongue all over the heavenly plains of your pussy, his sharp red eyes rolling back in his head as your honeyed taste coats his tongue and overwhelms his senses hypnotically.
It's obvious how ravenous Miguel is, but your own hunger creeps up on you as your focus teeters between Miguel's mouth, and his weeping, swollen cockhead peeking out from the thin sheet covering his lower half. doing the best to keep your clit snugly presses against the tip of Miguel's tongue, you grab at Miguel's fat, hefty length, bobbing down to lap at his flared, girthy tip.
"Joder, cariƱo." Miguel groans, frustrated that you've more or less lifted yourself off of his face, but finding your kitten licks to his slit unbearably divine, unable to pull you away in order to continue feasting on your hot sex.
Your tongue teasingly scoops up the drop of precum that glistens at the tip of Miguel's dick before taking him into your mouth, your cheeks hollowing as your lips glide up and down his length in a slow, sensual rhythm. As you take him deeper into your mouth, Miguel's hips buck up off the mattress, his fingers digging into your thighs in an attempt to hold himself back. His moans grow louder and more desperate as you expertly suck and stroke his cock, relishing in the way he fills your mouth.
The weight of Miguel's dick on your tongue, the pulsing of his veins, that potent, musky taste of pre on your tongue; it's all like a drug to you. So much so, that you moan around Miguel's cock, wiggling your hips above his lips in search of relief.
Miguel, quickly thrown from one horny trance to another, immediately raises his head to kiss your puffy clit messily, releasing one of your legs to scissor your cunt open with two thick fingers, plunging them deep inside of you as his head falls back against the pillows with a moan. All disappointment regarding being unable to properly devour your cunt in this position are outshone by the sight of your tight, gummy walls swallowing Miguel's digits and dripping around them, making Miguel thrust his cock up further into the cushy warmth of your mouth.
You moan around his cock, your tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge of his tip. Miguel's breath hitches, his fingers curling inside of you as he nears his climax. As the rough pads of Miguel's digits press against your gooey sweet spot, your eyes squeeze shut and you pull off of his cock, panting and moaning as you pump his length rashly, giving into the pleasure and your fast-approaching high and sitting further back.
Miguel immediately takes over once again, his strong, skillful fingers leaving your pussy to instead push down on your ass, guiding your body to rock against his face. Miguel's tongue lashes out again to trace the folds of your cunt before thrusting deep inside, licking and teasing the walls of your soaking wet core with the roughness of his flat, velvety tongue.
"Miguel! Mig, I-" You cry out, cut off by the obnoxious ding that chimes from your phone and the simultaneous ring of the doorbell, making Miguel's movements falter as he pulls away from your cunt with a dejected sigh leaving his lips, glistening with your slick.
Your actual lunch is here.
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absolutely hate this. but shady's back, bitch!
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sillymercury Ā· 9 months ago
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ā€œWhat Are You Doing?ā€
ā€œIā€¦ Was Told There Was an Emergency...ā€
AzrielxReader
<3
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Warnings: none other than the lack of proof reading :p
Word count: 5.5k
(meant to be a blurb lol ig idk how to do that)
Summary: Azrielā€™s shadows have decided that they found someone far more interesting to listen to.
Thank you @kayjayjwrites for this ask, Iā€™ve had a lot of fun writing it. Sorry it came a little later than I said it would but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.
<3
A yawn escaped Azriel as he stared down the papers on his desk. He was behind, three missions he put off documenting. He honestly wouldnā€™t have done it if Rhys wasnā€™t hounding him saying he wasnā€™t getting another job until he was caught up.
He didnā€™t hate his job, he didnā€™t particularly love it but he took pride in what he did for his court. What he did hate was the bureaucratic end of things, logging his missions in excruciating detail so they can be stored away on the off chance it might need revisited.
He had caught himself nodding off multiple times. The words would blur and his blinks would get slower and slower until his head hit the desk. His shadows, the pestering presence they were, were quick to wake him up.
Finish, finish this,
Keep working,
Sleep after.
At this point it was sheer frustration keeping him awake, werenā€™t his shadows meant to bend towards his will? The thought of snuffing out the fae light and climbing into bed with his hands over his ears was becoming more and more enticing as the night droned on. Azriels eyes began to close for the umpteenth time and just when he thought his shadows would give up they began swirling around him frantically. He almost groaned at their dramatics until their whispering bordered screaming.
Get up,
Quickly,
Y/n needs you,
Hurry, hurry.
The shadows all spoke over each other and their urgency had Azriel standing up so quick his chair hit the floor. His heart moved as frantically as his shadows at the thought of you. The thought of you hurt, the thought of you in danger, the thought of you scared and alone and needing him.
His feet matched the frenzy as they carried him to the shelf that held the truth teller, his shaking hands sheathed it. Azriel was a composed man, only cracking under severity; and youā€¦ you were severe. You had a way of moving him out of his dark safe corner and into the blinding light of day.
Your eyes could move him to tears, your body would make his hands shake, your laugh kicked open every door he used to keep others out. You were a parasite; infecting every part of him and making it your own.
Azriel was ready to punch a hole through his wall and fly around Prythian raining hellfire until he found you and made you safe again. Where? He thought, where is she?
Her house, his shadows answered dutifully before enveloping him and carrying him there. He was ready, ready to fight off whoever-whatever- was hurting you. Whether the demons were mental or corporeal, he would fight to his last breath. You were everything, everything he wanted, needed, everything he prayed for. You just didnā€™t know it yet, it hadnā€™t snapped for you. He didnā€™t care though, he would spend the next 500 years proving his devotion even if you never felt it.
Within seconds his shadows had carried him through space, into your living room. The scent of you was everywhere, gentle overtaking his olfactory sense and filling him with fierce determination.
ā€œY/n!ā€ The called out as he surveyed the room, everything looked normal, well, for you. Granted things were strewn about, out of order, and placed haphazardly; but not in a way that was alarming.
ā€œY/n,ā€ he called again and was met with silence, he moved through your house swiftly and silently. He kept his eyes peeled for any sign of you.
Bedroom, his shadows told him. At the end of the hall he pushed open the lightly cracked door and slipped into your room. The room held no sight of you, just thick with your scent. The only noise was light shuffling from your adjourned bathroom. He took a silent step towards the door and in that moment you came out. He froze.
You were fine, you were more than fine. His wide eyes met yours and he tried his best to keep them there but they seemed to have a mind of their own. They trailed to your wet hair that was dripping onto your shoulders. His pesky eyes followed the water from your bare shoulder, to the contour of your breast, to your exposed tummy, around its pretty jewelry, down your hips, before disappearing behind your thighs. Your shocked expression matched his as you stood in only a bra and underwear, clearly fresh out of the shower. He felt the heat climb his face, he wanted to run, hide, avoid any implications. But for some unholy reason he stood, petrified, staring at you half naked-absolutely divine- body.
ā€œWhat are you doing?ā€ You asked once you finally got over the initial shock of seeing him in your room. Anyone else wouldā€™ve gotten a more visceral reaction but this was Az, the only one you wanted to see you like this. You also didnā€™t mind the way his eyes tracked every curve and dip of your body. You bit your lip to hide your smirk and that snapped his eyes back to your face.
ā€œIā€¦ was told there was an emergencyā€¦ā€ he shifted on his feet as his eyes darted back and forth from your body to your face.
You bit back your laugh, the feared shadowsinger, spymaster of the night was red faced and nervous. Definitely a sight to behold. ā€œWho told you that?ā€ You crossed your arms under your chest, lightly pushing up the twins. Something he didnā€™t miss, and you didnā€™t miss the deeper red his face took. His mouth opened and closed like a fish and he seemed to have lost whatever small grip was keeping his shadows in place. They slithered across the floor before circling up your legs, over your bum, around your hips and waist. You giggled at the sensation, seemingly exciting by the shadows as they made their way up, examining the lace that covered your breast. Their boldness elicited a gasp, one that snapped Azriel out of his trance.
ā€œI am so sorry- I donā€™t- I should go,ā€ his words were quick as he fumbled over himself. He dragged the shadows away and before you could speak, tell him to stay, he was gone and so were his shadows.
You couldnā€™t help but laugh, a full belly laugh as you walked towards your bed with a little extra pep. The only proof of the encounter being the goosebumps on your skin and the light smell of his arousal in your room.
Azriel materialized in his room and stood there for- he doesnā€™t know how long he stood there. Trying to come to terms with what he saw, what you saw he saw, and how horrible his shadows had behaved. ā€œWhatā€¦ was that?ā€ He whispered into the darkness of his room, still frozen in place. He was horrified, completely embarrassed, and confused. His shadows said you needed him, led him there for seemingly no reason. His shadows hadnā€™t defied him since he was a child, scared of his own power.
The shadows didnā€™t answer him, just danced around seemingly pleased with themselves. He wanted to go back and apologize but he was too mortified, convinced he wouldnā€™t be able to face you for a hundred years. He crawled under his covers and cursed his shadows, not even brave enough to deal with the tightness that grew in his pants.
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It was hot, Velaris was seemingly boiling. That didnā€™t slow down the Illyrians, rain or shine they would train. Azriel had taken off his shirt and the sweat flowed through the contours of his muscles, covering his body in a sticky dew. He had just finished sparring with Cass and was wiping the sweat from his brow when his shadows spoke.
Emergency,
Somethingā€™s wrong at the south pond,
Get there quickly,
ā€œCass!ā€ He hollered to his brother, as he grabbed a two swords. He threw one to Cass who caught it coolly. ā€œWeā€™re needed,ā€. Was all he offered before taking to the skies. Cass followed closely behind as they swooped from the house of wind towards the small forest that was on the south side of Velaris. The boys were already warmed up, ready to face whatever emergency faced them. They circled the sky around the pond and didnā€™t see any immediate threat, it just looked like some fae had met up for a swim.
Cass landed first and Azriel was right behind him. They surveyed the scene and just as they saw in the sky; nothing was wrong. The only thing they saw were females, everywhere.
ā€œAlright brother,ā€ Cass clapped Azriel on the back with a shit-eating grin. ā€œNot what I expected but youā€™re right, they do need us.ā€ He tossed his sword on the ground and started making his way to the bank, at least three females came to greet him; he engaged happily.
Azriel wasnā€™t yet convinced. Still dragging his eyes all across the domain, trying to spot what called his shadows here. His keen eyes took in everything, every person, until they landed on you.
Walking out of the water you looked like a fae from those raunchy magazines Cass used to steal as a boy. An all too small bikini clung to your wet body as you made your way out of the water, toward him. Three tiny pink triangles covered the important parts but the rest was just string, leaving nearly your whole body one display. He watched your hips sway, your wet hair clinging to your face and shoulders, the glittering belly ring, and the small smirk on your face as you too looked him up and down.
ā€œYouā€™re not going to use that are you?ā€ You stopped in front of him, referencing to the sword he gripped with all his strength. He watched as you flipped your hair to one side and began ringing it out. The urge to kiss the sensitive spot between your neck was so intense his lips were quivering.
ā€œNo Iā€¦ā€ he once again was at a loss for words, ā€œI just brought it.ā€ Lame. He was so lame he wanted to die.
You just giggled, the sound like a cool wave over his hot body. You reached over and gently wrapped your hands around his, pulling it from his hands and discarding it with Cassianā€™s. His eyes were trained on your face the entire time, you werenā€™t put off by his scars. Your face wasnā€™t marred with disgust or pity, just blissful normalcy.
You smiled up at him, ā€œAre you going to join us?ā€ He just nodded, not even considering no as an option. Cass already discarded his pants and boots and was loudly entertaining most of the ladies. But Azriels eyes were trained on your backā€¦ side, as he followed you to the water like a puppy. It wasnā€™t until his shoes were sopping wet at the bank that he realized he should probably strip as well.
When he was down to only his boxers and he tossed his pants and boots back to safety. The way you shamelessly admired him gave him his confidence back.
The two of you spent hours, swimming circles around each other, splashing, pushing the other under. He would lift you high out of the water so you could do flips back in. He would put you on his shoulders so you could take turns playing chicken with whatever female climbed onto his brother; he was proud to say you won every time. He followed you all the way to the deep end and despite his distaste for swimming he didnā€™t want to be anywhere else in the world as you clung to him, telling stories of your childhood in this exact watering hole. He couldā€™ve stayed in the water forever, content to grow wrinkles all over if it meant you would stay close to him.
When the sun had threatened to leave the sky was when you had decided to get out. Your friends were going to a diner to finish of the night with milkshakes and gossip, you offered and invitation and despite being willing to follow you wherever you asked he had to decline. Rhys had tried to contact him multiple times, all of which he ignored. Based on the aggravated tone, Cass was doing the same. He knew staying away any longer would only cause an angry high lord scaling the streets in search of them.
Cass begrudgingly followed his lead, after kissing more than an appropriate amount of females on the cheek, bidding them all goodnight with the promise of seeing them again.
The boys flew home, landing in front of the town house. Before facing the wrath of their in the dark brother Cassian stopped in front of Azriel and grabbed both of his shoulders. With a wide smile he leaned in and placed a sloppy kiss on his cheek, before he could react Cass had kissed the other one.
ā€œI love you brother,ā€ he said with so much sincerity Az rolled his eyes. ā€œIā€™ll handle business with you any day,ā€ Cass pulled him into a bone crushing hug that Azriel had to use all of his force to get out of. He wiped the wet spots on his cheeks before shaking his head. He pushed past his babbling brother and made his way to the front door. Cass walked in with an arrogant swagger, one that stayed with him for the next week and a half.
-
The frustration didnā€™t show on Azriels face, nothing showed on Azriels face, as he trailed diligently behind Mor. Yet another shopping spree he was dragged into with the role of being ā€˜designated bag carrier.ā€™ He never complained even though heā€™d rather be doing anything else right now, he didnā€™t show it. Even though he knew Mor knew that, and even though Mor knew that he knew that she knew that.
ā€œThank you again Azriel, I swear Iā€™m almost done.ā€ He nodded along, knowing that she was almost done 2 hours ago.
It seemed everyone in the city was out shopping, the streets of the retail sector were jam packed. It was likely that most people were, with a new season approaching all of the soon to be out-of-season styles were on sale. Something that motivated Mor, giving her a much needed excuse for retail therapy.
Azriel kept his wings tucked in tight as he shimmied through bodies crowding the cobble stone. ā€œOkay so weā€™ll stop at Loraineā€™s, she has the best Jewelry. Then weā€™ll have to hit up that new little boutique, hopefully all of the good shoes arenā€™t gone already. Oh! And we absolutely have to visit Anderson on the end of the block, heā€™ll kill me if I donļæ½ļæ½t come check out his sun dresses. He always holds the red ones back for me. Honestly my closetā€¦ā€ Mor continued to ramble on about each and every store that demanded she visit but Azriel tuned it out. Leaving behind the notion of soon as the math of how long he would be out continued to produce a higher and higher number.
Without trying to think about it, he followed Mor into the little jewelry shop that she just spoke about. The shelves were covered in glittering jewels that sat on display behind glass. Nothing caught his interest, he didnā€™t care for flashy add ons, so he just made his way to one of the plush chairs in the corner. He set the plethora of bags down as he slunk back, enjoying a moment of rest as he knew Mor would be taking her time. His eyes closed but his reaction was short lived when his shadows began of informing him of a situation.
Across the street,
Someoneā€™s not supposed to be here,
Go quickly.
He cracked an eye open and glanced out the window. The streets looked normal enough and he couldnā€™t hear any commotion over the bustling. Someoneā€™s not supposed to be here? He would have been notified earlier if anyone got through the Velarian wards. He shouldā€™ve been notified earlier. He stood up slowly, assessing the street. Just because everything looked normal doesnā€™t mean it was.
He abandoned Morā€™s bags and moved towards the door, when he pushed it open he never stepped out. Instead a shadow slipped across the ground, going unnoticed on the busy street.
He slid under the crack of the door and after clocking his surroundings he determined he was in a womanā€™s nightwear store. There were night gowns and matching pjā€™s covering mannequins and racks in the front.
Back,
Behind the curtain.
His shadows informed him of the intruders location and he slid in the corner where the wall met the floor, making his way to the back. The store was relatively empty, only a few patrons; a couple, an older fae, and a young male that looked at the stock like a critic.
Slipping behind the curtain that separated the front from the back he was faced with three small dressing rooms. He materialized and placed his hand on the truth teller that rested on his upper thigh. It was quiet back here, the only shuffling came from one of the dressing rooms. He heard a click and a voice; your voice.
ā€œMav!ā€ You called out as you stepped out of one of the rooms. He moved, trying to run, trying to get out of there. Realization of the stunt his shadows had once again pulled, dawned on him but it was too late.
ā€œAz?ā€ You questioned. The nickname had him stopping before he could escape sight. His heart beat like a war dum against his chest and he felt his hand dampen on the curtain he was holding. For a moment he contemplated winnowing away, saving the embarrassment for another day.
His turn was slow and painful, when his back was against the curtain he looked down and regretted not running. You were clad in a lace nightgown that barley covered the curve of your bottom. The top was push up, covered in shined lace while the bottom was layers of baby pink sheer material. If he looked closely he could see the diamond jewelry on your belly button and your matching shiney underwear shining through. He attempted to swallow the lump that was sitting in the middle of his throat but it didnā€™t budge so all he managed was a straggled gasp.
A devilish smirk, the one that tempted his knees, took control of your lips. You leaned against the stall, popping your hip out with a hand resting lazily on top. You tilted your head and looked him up and down, ā€œDonā€™t tell me thereā€™s another emergency.ā€
His eyes almost jumped out of his head and pink brushed from his neck, to his ears, and all across his face. You knew, of course you knew, you were the one he was barging in on. He tried to speak but that was impossible, seeing you in something so intimate, something heā€™d only dreamed of seeing you in, he could only shake his head back and forth.
ā€œOkay so I also found that in this pretty blue-oh!ā€ The young male from earlier had pushed through the curtain and was standing rigid as he looked between you and Az. He was only stuck for a few seconds before a smile that matched yours in mischief graced his face. ā€œWhat do you think shadowsinger?ā€
His sultry voice took Azriel back, and the heat in his face doubled, ā€œI- itā€™s,ā€ he cleared his throat as he looked at the tiny blue dress. Cobalt blue, it was the same hue of his siphons. The thought of seeing you in thatā€¦
ā€œItā€™s beautiful,ā€ you finished for him. You pushed off the stall and moseyed over, closer to Azā€™s still frozen stature. ā€œI absolutely love this color!ā€ You took the thin fabric in delicate hands, feeling the material. ā€œIā€™ll put it on,ā€ you took the small thing from your friend before looking Az directly in the eye. You just smiled before walking back into the changing closet.
Azriel let out a low breath before bringing his hands up to drag the course of his face. This had to stop happening.
A snicker came from next to him and he looked over to, Mav, who had his arms crossed over his chest and a knowing glint in his eye. Az briefly wondered if you had told your friend about his little appearing act. The way Mav was looking at him, heā€™s sure you did. ā€œYou gonna stay for the final result?ā€
Yes, yes, yes! His shadows chanted in his ear and he shook his head roughly to keep them out of his ear.
ā€œNo, I gotta- busy!ā€ He practically ripped the curtain with the force he pulled it open. He cleared the store in a few long strides before pushing himself free. In his daze he ended up colliding with a smaller frame.
ā€œAz!ā€ Mor yelled, straightening the dress he rumpled. ā€œWhat are you-ā€œ he eyes narrowed before glancing behind him, Jaimā€™s Nightwear was painted in delicate cursive on the windows. ā€œWhat the hell were you doing?ā€
Az glanced once back at the shop before at Mor, ā€œEmbarrassing myself apparently.ā€
Mor clocked his flush demeanor before looking back at the window. She squinted her eyes again, tilting her head. She pondered doing some shopping at Jaimā€™s and Azrielā€™s speedy ā€˜no!ā€™ only intrigued her more. She moved to step around him but Azrielā€™s hands clapped on her shoulder, turning her around and directing her back to the jewelry store across the street.
-
A low hum left the shadowsinger as he climbed up the ramp of the library. He scanned the isles looking for ā€˜Fiction- Rac.ā€™
He had attended Nestaā€™s monthly book club with the priestesses, a guilty pleasure only the attendees knew of. He had offered to carry the books back to their rightful spot, an offer he was now regretting. The isle that held the thick fiction books had evaded him, and he had been walking back and forth for a half an hour now. A few priestesses had offered their help but he insisted they return to their work, that he could do it himself.
He decided to try the ā€˜Rabā€™ isle, keeping his wings tucked as his presence filled the narrow space. He almost cursed, debating throwing the books on a rack and letting someone else deal with it. His eye had just caught the beginning of ā€˜Racā€™ when his attention was diverted.
You are needed,
Go now,
He ignored the shadows, pushing on towards his destination. He wasnā€™t about to fall into their trap again, he didnā€™t think he could handle another awkward encounter.
She needs help,
She needs you.
They insisted but Az just shook his head, looking for the correct author. ā€œIā€™m not doing this again,ā€ he whispered back. His luck sheā€™d probably be in that little blue get-up and sheā€™d have to clean up the puddle heā€™d melt into.
Go now!
Or regret it!
She will get hurt!
He groaned as he leaned his forehead against the cool self. The thought of you being hurt, even though he doubted you were, trumped his need to protect his ego. With his shadows whispering in his ear he had to see you were safe, and when you inevitably were he would come back and finish his job.
ā€œFine, but if sheā€™s in her underwear again-ā€œ the shadows cut him of chanting go, go, go! ā€œOkay,ā€ he was defeated, a slave to the torture his shadows were hell bent on putting him through. ā€œWhere is she?ā€
Home,
Her house.
ā€œGood gods- Iā€™m winnowing outside and if sheā€™s half naked I swear Iā€™m never listening to-ā€œ he was cut off again by his shadows. This time it wasnā€™t a whisper, the seemed to bellow, angry at his reluctance.
Now!
With the urgency from his shadows he dropped the books on the floor, leaving them for whichever poor priestess found them first. After moving through space in the blink of an eye he landed on your front porch. He lifted his hand to knock, he wasnā€™t going to barge in and show up in the middle of your room uninvited- again.
Before his fist could connect with the door the sound of you screaming had him stumbling back. ā€œGet out!ā€ Followed by breaking glass. Your voice was shrill and panicked and it lit a protective fire inside of him.
He blinked again and he was inside your living room. Shadows were let loose across the space, crawling from his body to every corner of the room. You were there and so was a clearly unwanted presence. You were pressed against your mantle, gripping a vase like a weapon while the male staggered a few feet in front of you. He didnā€™t need his shadows to inform him about the alcohol that reeked from the man. His blood boiled and metaphorical claws were bared, he was going to kill the male that intruded on your space.
ā€œCrazy bitch! Whereā€™d you go?ā€ The man slurred out as he waved his hands wildly in front of him; desperate to clear the opaque mist and find his target.
The name you didnā€™t deserve to be called had snapped Azriel into action, like a tensed spring he shot in front of the man. ā€œIā€™m right here,ā€ he whispered, mere inches from the drunk. The man made a shocked sound, startled by the new voice and its proximity. The man threw a pathetic punch, a low chuckle left Azā€™s lips as he caught the fist.
With a skilled spin he was behind the man, pressing his wrist between his shoulder blades in an uncomfortable contortion.
A straggled scream left his throat and Azriel cleared his shadows, wanting a proper look at who he was dealing with. The male was nothing special, skinny and pale with dull brown hair. His blue eyes looked hollow and glassy and the stench of alcohol absolutely assaulted Azrielā€™s senses at the proximity.
ā€œYouā€™d be wise not to try that again,ā€ Azrielā€™s dark voice met the shell of the manā€™s ear. His eyes flickered up to you, wide eyed watching the scene play out. ā€œWhat are you doing here?ā€
ā€œLet me go! I just want to talk to her!ā€ Azriel pressed his wrist higher and the male made a noice between a grunt and a scream. ā€œPlease!ā€
Tightening the grip on his wrist Azriel let out a low growl, this male was already too close, Azriel was never going to give him a chance to get closer. ā€œI donā€™t think she wants to speak to you,ā€ his low voice was eerily calm, steady as he leaned down to speak in the strangerā€™s ear. ā€œDo you, Y/n?ā€ His eyes moved back to you and watched as you viciously shook your head back and forth. ā€œWell,ā€ the grin in his voice was audible, ā€œthat settles that.ā€
Azriel gave the man a hard shove to which his shadows caught him, they carried him off to somewhere Azriel could deal him later. His eyes scanned the room once more, checking for any lingering danger, any hint of another threat. His shadows scowered the rest of the house, closing and locking any window that could be used as an entry point.
ā€œAz,ā€ you breathed before dropping the vase. The tough glass didnā€™t shatter, instead it rolled away while you ran. Within seconds your arms were around his neck with your face buried in his chest. He relished in your closeness, arms circling your waist with his nose finding your shoulder. A greedy breath reminded him you were safe, in his arms where no bastard would touch or even talk to you unwarranted. ā€œIā€™m so glad that worked, I was worried that it wouldnā€™t, that I pushed to hard with it when you took awhile to get here but-ā€œ
ā€œWait what? Whatā€™re you talking about?ā€ He pulled back to look down at you. Confusion had knitted his brows together and pushed his head onto an axis.
ā€œOh- I wellā€¦ nothing,ā€ you pulled back and turned away, red dusting your cheeks as your eyes fought to hide from him. Usually he was the flustered one, looking like boy whose hand had been caught in a cookie jar. But the roles were now reversed, you looked like you were dodging trouble of your own creation.
Azriel grabbed your wrist, delicately, turning you around to face him. He caught your chin in his other hand and angled your head to face him, ā€œWhat did you want to work?ā€
You turned your eyes down but he just lifted your chin higher, your pink cheeks turned positively rosey and you shook your head. ā€œFine,ā€ you breathed before pulling away from him completely. He watched as you moved around the glass you had previously thrown and made your way to the couch. ā€œWell,ā€ you started, drawing lines in your the cushion to keep from looking at him, ā€œremember when we met? At that monster exchange?ā€
He nodded, ā€œOf course.ā€ He would never forget, catching a dove in an underground tavern full of monsters and the beats they aimed to sell. He had been tracking the traveling convention all across the night court, attempting to find who was running the trade. It was a highly illegal exchange and when heā€™d found you, you had begged to not be arrested, claiming curiosity brought you there. He let you go, told you to run while he dealt with the others.
ā€œWell when I got home I noticed I had a little friend,ā€ she held her hand out and to Azrielā€™s surprise, a shadow fell into her hand. It had danced out of its hiding spot in your hair and looped around your fingers, stuck to you like it was your own to wield. He just stared, mouth agape, to caught in his own shock to respond. ā€œI started talking to it, theyā€™re great listeners.ā€ A giggle fell from your lips as you wiggled your fingers and the shadow weaved and bobbed through your digits. ā€œAnd for some reason whenever I spoke of you, of wanting to see you, you would show up.ā€
You looked up tentatively, worried to see an angry Azriel. Instead you were faced with pure shock, he looked so lost so you felt the need to go on.
ā€œI didnā€™t know it would tell you to come, not originally. Then after that first night, your shadows told you it was an emergency and I started taking advantage of that. Telling it to fetch you so I could see you again.ā€ You looked back down, clearly ashamed of your admission. You couldnā€™t see the smirk that was growing on Azrielā€™s lips. ā€œI know youā€™re busy, and-and itā€™s unfair to pull you away from your work like that. I shouldnā€™t have used your own shadow against you- gods- Iā€™m so sorry. Iā€™ll never-ā€œ
Your words were caught off by a laugh, a loud belly laugh. Azriel was practically doubled over. The realization had his face crinkled and his hands gripping his stomach as he gasped for air. You laughed nervously, adding him, ā€œYour not mad?ā€
He stood up, still laughing but controlling it. His dimples were on full display and you melted a little, feeling ease wash over you.
ā€œNo, no Iā€™m not mad,ā€ he moved for the couch, ā€œIā€™m glad I finally found out why my shadows are so willing to lie to me. Itā€™s because theyā€™re in kahoots with you.ā€ He sat down and took your hand, your full smile matched his, ā€œNever apologize for wanting to see me, Iā€™ll come whenever you call.ā€
You blushed and nodded, laughing some more yourself. You stuck out the hand that held his shadow, ā€œHere. You can have this back.ā€
He just shook his head with a smile, pushing your hand back. ā€œKeep it, you can use it to get ahold of me.ā€
You looked back to him, the look on his face was one of pure ease, happiness and bliss, you loved to see it. You two sat there smiling at each other like idiots when you felt a tug on your heart. The tug got stronger and stronger until it snapped. With a gasp you threw your hand over your heart, as if the bond was tangible, something you could grab with your hands.
ā€œItā€™s you,ā€ you whisper leaning in slightly.
ā€œAnd itā€™s you,ā€ he whispered back after following you in.
You felt a tug on the bond, like he was pulling you towards him, you tugged back with a smile. You had always wanted to find your mate and you wouldnā€™t admit it just yet but you had wanted it to be Azriel since you met him underground.
You threw your head back, it was your turn to belly laugh. ā€œGood gods! No wonder you always came running!ā€
He narrowed his eyes and let out a playful growl before pulling you into his arms. You giggled and wrapped your arms around him, looking at him in his eyes. ā€œIā€™m glad itā€™s you,ā€ was all you said before offering him a peck on the lips.
He beamed back, ā€œIā€™m also glad itā€™s you.ā€ He pulled you down for another kiss which you returned passionately.
ā€œSoo..ā€ you drawled pulling back, ā€œWould you like to see that little blue number?ā€ He responded with a low growl and nip at your ear. You laughed at his answer before jumping off the couch, you grabbed his hand and he happily let you drag him to your room.
A/N: My first requestšŸ„°šŸ„°šŸ„° this was so fun, literally send more I live live live for them. I rlly hope my requester enjoyed this šŸ„²
Also Iā€™m still working on ā€˜Iā€™m Not Crazy, She is!ā€™ Pt. 2 but itā€™s gonna be a long one so give me some time with thatšŸ™šŸ½
As always if you made it this far I LOVE YOUUU<3<3 thank you so much for reading yall I love doing these.
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tiredsmashbros Ā· 3 months ago
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SMG34: LIPBITE COMIC WIP UPDATE
oh boy... i know a bunch of folks are hyped for this comic... and boy oh boy are ya'll's prayers going to be heard... kind of... butt for the celebration milestone, and granted majority are from this comic, i thought it was best to give EVERYTHING that i have currently.
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starting off STRONG with what you freaks most want: the completed pages. andddd yep that's it that all that i have done LMAO. i've been fixated on my own smg4 oc: tsb, and during the end of my summer was unfortunately fucked over by some personal issues that fortunately got resolved last minute good grief the anxiety prevented me from drawing the gays sigh... aNYWAYS LINEART WIPS!!!!
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here are linearts i have completed / in the progress of!! want to aim like i did in the past by finishing up lineart first, and then speed through with color + minor rendering. the reason i have a few colored is to test out what it would look polished and my god... i have improved A LOT. THESE GAY PEOPLE GIVE POWER I AM NOT KIDDING BELIEVE ME IM NOT CRAY- anyways onto wip pages!
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jumpscare: tsb stickman sketches. oh yeah. this is how i sketch and i blame sensei eiichiro oda /j. and in case anyone is unable to understand it {i don't blame u LMAO}, smg4 wakes up from the dream and is startled to see mario by his bed. they have a short convo before mario leaves, and we get a job to smg4 in the bathroom trying to put up a brave face. until the moment he leaves he's stunned due to seeing smg3 at his front door. will i elaborate more on specifics or unwritten dialogue? NOPE! gotta keep secrets to make it even more enjoyable at the end!!
currently at 13 sketched pages total, but this is probably gonna be reaching towards 20-ish pages, surpassing part two, but it will depend on how i come up with how to end it. additionally to confirm there will be a PART FOUR / chapter 3, to end this story. my goal is to have it done before i finish my senior year, or at least during the summer after i graduate bc good lord who knows whats gonna happen.
and lastly, before i end this crazy update, SCRAPPED PAGESSS!!!!!
CONTENT WARNING : NSFW SKETCHES !!!! PLEASE LOOK AWAY IF YOU ARE A MINOR OR DON'T LIKE THIS TYPE OF STUFF!!!
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oh boy... dont draw comics while sleep-deprived at 6am... idek what i was even aiming with this ngl other than just for fun, but i scrapped it due to not being what i had in mind for the story. if it doesn't serve a purpose or narrative, its bye bye YEAH BYE BYE THIS IS THE CLOSEST NSFW UR GONNA GET FROM ME HAHAHAHAHA- i say that despite writing a nsfw jojo wattpad smh im only confident doing it in words good lord. btw not watermarking these bc i gen don't care since they're legit scrapped {left top part was kept and completed} so idk what to do with these. im just throwing it and walkin away
now to end with this update, i can hear your question, "when will this be done?" and to answer that question: i'm not entirely sure due to my heavy focus on my smg4 oc: tsb, but my best chance is postponing my oc lore a bit and complete this before november UOIYGJDSIUHJKDWSXYUGHJKCS but we shall have too see...
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thurs: smg34 is canon in the tsb universe / au. though most of their encounters are platonic or best-friendy-way, they eventually express their feelings to one another and start dating 3/4ā€™s way of the tsb storyline arc.Ā tsb is a supporter of his friend's relationship and admires and takes inspiration from their relationship heavily to input his future love life. yearning to be in a similar position... to learn what is to really love someone... or what it's truly like to be loved...
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schoenpepper Ā· 4 months ago
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A Little Birdy Told Me~
Intro: You have two admirers, and someone spread the news that you're in a relationship with the other. How does it go?
Warnings: bad writing, awful grammar, not proofread, super rushed, one french word idk, main cast minus ortho and lilia
A/N: Super random idea. I spun the wheel of names and paired them all up and thought, huh, what if they were love rivals? Here we are. Super rushed so it didn't make it to my WIP, too lazy to get to that Jamil songfic.
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Silver (Vanrouge) vs Jamil Viper
Silver thinks youā€™ve made a great choice. Jamil is his peer, and he knows that the other will treat you well. Heā€™s responsible, smart, good with- youā€™re not together yet? But whenever he sees you two, you always seem so happy with each other. Just friends? ā€¦Really? Donā€™t give him hope. Now that he knows he has a chance, heā€™ll do as a knight should do and fight for the right to court you, after all, his father taught him to go after what he wants in life, and he craves for your affection. So chivalrous and gentlemanly, heā€™ll have you swooning when he sweeps you off your feet without even realizing it. If you choose him, everyday that youā€™re together is another day that he treats you like the royal you are.
Jamil wonā€™t fall for rumors that quickly, if at all. A student from Scarabia should uphold its core values, and that means heā€™ll find out the truth from you without even seeming too interested. Oh, youā€™re just friends with Silver? Hm, interesting. Heā€™s saying this because heā€™s a little worried about your reputation, but someoneā€™s been saying that you and Silver are dating. You should clear up the news, right? Hope youā€™re hungry, because he just happens to have too many leftovers every meal, everyday. Hey, if youā€™re struggling with that subject, you can come to his tutoring sessions with Kalim, one more person wouldnā€™t make a difference. If you choose him, youā€™ll be each othersā€™ reprieve, his oasis in the desert.
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Epel Felmier vs Azul Ashengrotto
Epel is shocked, flabbergasted even. Yaā€™ sure yaā€™ want that nasty two-faced (omitted bad words)? Heā€™ll come up to you looking like an absolute mess, demanding the truth. He thinks thereā€™s two ways the rumor couldā€™ve happened in the first place, a) that slimy octopus spread it himself, or b) people are just straight up blind, clearly Azul is no good for you. Heā€™ll amp up the antics now because he wants a fair fight, between real men! Yā€™know, his grandma taught him how to bake a real mean apple pie, you wanna try it? You have class together, heā€™ll walk you, and even carry your books for you! All that stuff about how beauty and charm can be power too, donā€™t be surprised when he uses it on you. If you choose him, heā€™ll make sure to cherish you always.
Azul is panicking. Heā€™ll make an attempt to verify it of course, but oh what if itā€™s true and youā€™re actually together with that littleā€”itā€™s not true, okay yeah he never believed it for a secondā€”stop laughing, Jade! He doesnā€™t see Epel as competition for your heart, so he might be a tad bit more confident than he should be. That doesnā€™t mean he wonā€™t further his efforts though. Fancy candlelit dinner for two where heā€™s both the chef and the person paying? Foolproof notes for your potionology exam? You need a new set of kitchenware for Ramshackle and you canā€™t afford it? Gosh, all your problems are miniscule, dear. As for repayment, how about you sign on the dotted line? If you choose him, heā€™ll put up the suave debonair facade before slowly letting you meet the smart, diligent, resourceful, and sensitive little tako in the tako pot.
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Vil Schoenheit vs Idia Shroud
Vil doubts its authenticity right away, by the seven, you wouldnā€™t really choose Idia of all people, would you? While his reasoning is rather condescending, he finds that heā€™s not wrong at all, it was just some rumor spread by those with nothing productive to do with their time. If you think heā€™d ever find Idia threatening in a romantic rivalry, youā€™d be horribly wrong. Might be a little too sure of himself, but he does as he always has. He sends you products he swears are just extra from PR deals (theyā€™re homemade donā€™t believe him), takes you shopping because potato, your outfit just isnā€™t it. He even strings you along to some gigs he has every once in a while. Feel honored, he doesnā€™t do that for just anyone, heā€™s a world famous model and actor, after all. If you choose him, youā€™ll always be pushed to be the best you that you can be.
Idia gets it, really. Anyway, how is he to compete with the sparkly and strict Pomefiore housewarden when Vil is practically perfect or whatever and Idiaā€™sā€”whatā€™s that, Ortho? You did some digging and it was just fake news? Lol, of course Idia didnā€™t believe the rumors lmao heā€™s not some normie who just up and believes lies, information literacy and all that, you know? Plus, heā€™s a genius, so heā€™d never ever fall for something like that. Doesnā€™t leave his room even after everything, but you know that gacha you like? Yeah, you have like a bunch of currency in it now, donā€™t worry about it. Does your daily grinding and in-game events with you, and if you really insist, then maybe he can go out with you to that movie adaptation that just came out the other day. If you choose him, heā€™ll let you chill with him whenever wherever (plus his wifiā€™s nuts).
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Ruggie Bucchi vs Cater Diamond
Ruggie is confused, or maybe more nervous. Is it true? He goes about his day and pretends everythingā€™s the same as itā€™s always been. Hey, Caterā€™s a real good guy, so you lucked out by snagging him, you know? Hahaā€¦itā€™s not real? Oh thank the seven (no he wasnā€™t about to cry). That threw him for a real loop right there, and it only forced him to own up to the feelings heā€™d desperately tried pushing back. So uh, if you need a guy to help out with chores, Ruggieā€™s real good at getting his hands dirty. Plus, if anything needs repairs, heā€™s never had enough money to call professionals, so heā€™s gonna be a dab hand it whether it be the pipes or the wires or the gas. If you choose him, youā€™ll get a lifetime of laughter and smiles.
Cater skips the ā€˜everything is okā€™ thing and gets right to the ā€˜crying in his roomā€™. Heā€™s good at covering up his feelings, but he really does like you a lot, so spare him if heā€™s a little sensitive about this, ā€˜kay? Heā€™ll be back to normal in no time! Anyway, Ruggieā€™s nice, if not a bit too clever about the wrong sort of things. So Cater hopes that you two are happyā€¦or whatever. Trey needed to barge into his room to break the news because he wouldnā€™t leave, and thereā€™s just so much relief, like he can breathe freely again for the first time in a long while. Heā€™s bringing you to all the most cammable spots in town, doing things ā€˜bestiesā€™ do while posting all about it constantly. The guy to share memes and try the newest crazes with. If you choose him, youā€™ll always have fun at the forefront of the most popular things.
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Leona Kingscholar vs Deuce Spade
Leona doesnā€™t even bat an eye. So? Who cares? As if his herbivore would ever choose that blue-haired little punk. Heā€™s correct in his assumption, but also kind of a jerk about it. Another one to not see the rumored person to be competition at all, but hey, itā€™s Leona, heā€™s just smug like that (and way smarter than heā€™s given credit for). While you do deserve a proper courting and all that jazz, heā€™s not exactly good with words, so his wallet will have to do as a love language. What, you got a problem with that? Of course you donā€™t, Crowley never gives you anything nice, but Leonaā€™s a prince, you know? 100% uses you as a pillow whenever and wherever he naps, as long as youā€™re near, youā€™re cuddling him and falling asleep in his arms. If you choose him, youā€™ll always be secure, both financially and in his love for you.
Deuce drives down to the beach, and when he thinks heā€™ll start shouting in anger, he may or may not break down in sobs instead. But itā€™s a good choice, he admits, because Leonaā€™s tough and heā€™s got power and money, and Deuce can only really claim one out of those three things. Almost shouts in happiness when you deny the rumor to his face. So like, youā€™re single? Then how about studying together? Heā€™ll make you proud by showing you a perfect test score, promise! So cute when he tries to impress you by lifting stuff for you, or opening doors for you, or buying you snacks from the cafeteria when the lineā€™s horribly long. Even offers to introduce you formally to his mom (tell him itā€™s too early). If you choose him, he will literally protect you with his life.
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Riddle Rosehearts vs Jade Leech
Riddle believes the news to be preposterous (he almost chokes on his tea). But, he prefers it to be verified before he takes any sort of action, and when you clear up the air during a tea party heā€™d invited you to, he feels uncomfortably happy. Jade isnā€™t anything bad, donā€™t get him wrong, he rather likes the polite and well-kept young man, but Riddleā€™s a better option, yes? Suddenly, you have your own exclusive throne at unbirthday parties. What did he hear about you struggling with a subject? Heā€™s an outstanding housewarden and NRC student, so heā€™ll lend you his freshman notes if you wish for it. You really enjoy certain snacks and a specific kind of tea, you say? It just so happens he enjoys them too, so you can expect your favorites during tea time everytime. If you choose him, a structured and dignified life awaits you.
Jade smiles. What, you donā€™t seriously think heā€™ll believe rumors, hm? He keeps tabs on you, of course he knows your relationship status. Riddle is no threat to him or his feelings for you and thus he was never worried for a single second (lying liar who lies). Starts to scope out your possible feelings for him after the incident, also a small (big) possibility that he comes up with some overly elaborate scheme for you to confess to him instead of the other way around. Will fool you into thinking you fell first, and will definitely make you think you fell harder. Dinner dates, hikes, campingā€”heā€™s prepared for anything and everything, you donā€™t need to worry, dear. If you choose him (you will, heā€™ll make sure of it), prepare for a life of adventure.
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Jack Howl vs Ace Trappola
Jack is rather despondent; tail hanging sadly and ears flat on his head. Heā€™ll overthink this, and maybe go for a run to clear his head. Well, you and Ace have always been close, but he thought he had a chance. He genuinely hopes youā€™ll be happy with Ace. All this directly translates to an ecstatic wolf beastman once the fake news is cleared up. Thereā€™s no way heā€™s letting this chance slip through his fingers, not when youā€™re right there! Do you need help with carrying that? Do you want to work out with him tomorrow? What, you think itā€™s too early? No problem, he doesnā€™t mind pushing the hour back, as long as it means he can go with you. If you choose him, every day will be (leg day lmao) another day of bettering yourself and living to the fullest.
Ace is one hundred percent ready to sabotage you. Yes he loves you, and yes Jackā€™s his friend or whatever, but thereā€™s just no way in hell heā€™s giving you up. Heā€™s your first friend in NRC, your best friend too! Whatā€™ll happen to him when youā€™re all lovey dovey with Jack? Heā€™s thankful when you tell him itā€™s fake (that means he doesnā€™t have to break you guys up haha), and he tries to hint his affection for you throughā€¦interesting means. Heā€™ll do things for you but claim you ā€œtotally owe him backā€ (you never asked), heā€™ll give you random stuff because he just ā€œfound them lying aroundā€, and he gets so clingy and touchy but covers it up with friendship. If you choose him, every day will be exciting and new.
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Malleus Draconia vs Kalim al Asim
Malleus is upset. Al Asim is a rather cheerful individual, so perhaps that was the kind of person you preferred to court? Heā€™s not quite well-suited to that, but he will try if he must. When Lilia informs him that it was all a hoax (lightning strikes down whichever poor soul started it), he calms down and gets remarkably happy. You are unattached to any individual romantically, child of man? How lovely. Heā€™s princely and noble in all he does; holding your hand on late night walks while talking about anything and everything, giving you bouquets of your favorite flowers upon every meeting, and what he enjoys most of all, is dancing with you under the gaze of the stars above, even with no music involved. If you choose him, the throne of Briar Valley awaits.
Kalim straight up bawls when he hears the news. Youā€™re with Malleus now? Really? If it makes you happy, then heā€™s happy (he is not, he is miserable). Malleus is a good guy. But, Kalim is also good, you know? Continues crying when Jamil tells him the good news, but this time from happiness. Well, itā€™s Kalim, so of course heā€™ll absolutely lavish you in wealth and luxury beyond your wildest dreams, gold and diamonds and gems galore. He throws banquets in your honor and teaches you how to dance and sing to traditional songs of his hometown, and he hand feeds you bites when he can. His favorite activity with you will always be a magic carpet ride, itā€™s just so fun, so free and romantic. If you choose him, Scalding Sands will be waiting with open arms and a parade of elephants.
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Sebek Zigvolt vs Trey Clover
Sebek doesnā€™t care. Why would he care that you, an annoying human, is dating another human? All that matters isā€¦Malleusā€¦and he needs to convince himself more that you donā€™t matter to him, not in that way. He can begrudgingly befriend a human, but he canā€™tā€¦ He tries not to react when someone tells him itā€™s fake, but he canā€™t help the beating of his heart or the shaky nerves. Suddenly, you might notice that Sebek is around more often. He will reluctantly help you if you struggle with certain subjects, or even help you carry things even when you seem perfectly capable of doing it on your own. Heā€™s bright red when his hand just barely brushes against yours in the halls. If you choose him, he will be your knight and your protector forevermore.
Trey is mostly confused. Heā€™s hesitant to believe it because Sebek is loud, a little arrogant, and perhaps a bit obnoxiousā€”the complete opposite of Trey. His disbelief is proven right, and he takes a big sigh of relief. He really doesnā€™t know what he wouldā€™ve done had it been real. Hope you like sweets, because now youā€™re invited to every tea party ever in Heartslabyul, courtesy of their vice housewarden. Heā€™ll bring pastries and cookies and puddings and cakes to you every other day, as mama said, the way to the heart is through the stomach, right? He might also give you a set of toothbrushes and his preferred brand of toothpaste in order to make sure that your teeth are unharmed by his sweets. If you choose him, he will be your safe haven in the chaos.
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Rook Hunt vs Floyd Leech
Rook is very happy for you, after all, what else is more beau than young love? Heā€™ll clasp his hands together and spout some lengthy poem about intertwined hearts, but no one will ever notice his own as it breaks. Floyd is a very interesting person, Rook is glad youā€™ve found your one! But it doesnā€™t take long before he finds out the truth, and when he does (heā€™ll hunt down the source), best believe heā€™s skipping over to you and doing his best to serenade you with nothing but his bow as an instrument. Heā€™ll teach you how to use it too if you want, perhaps a kiss will be enough as repayment? Just on the cheek. An arrow will fly through your window everyday with a scroll filled with words praising your beauty and kindness, so you better keep it open. If you choose him, youā€™ll learn how to see the beauty of the world even if it all seems dark.
Floyd is ready to fight! You, or that weird seagull, or whoever told him the news, everyoneā€™s in for a real good squeeze. Heā€™s pouty and annoyed and his mood is at an all-time low, beware all those who cross his path. Heā€™ll find you to hear the news directly from you, so you better deny it quick before his squeeze breaks your ribs. Eh? Itā€™s a lie? Thatā€™s so boring (heā€™ll hurt the source of this news for sure). Now you have a clingy eel always by your side, if he was clingy before this whole thing, heā€™s inseparable from you now. Heā€™ll cook you something nice at the lounge if he feels like it, and youā€™re automatically invited to basketball practice whether you like it or not (please come, the team is begging you). If you choose him, one thingā€™s for sure, youā€™ll never be bored again!
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