freiheitzulieben

[gelbesnotizbuch]

die boys & coffee orders

bob is an iced coffee girly and thats a fact. always gets the largest cup and only drinks oat milk

peter gets a latte with sugar but is secretly really into slilly little drinks pumpkin spice style

justus just gets a big black coffee (but does enjoy the occasional milk, sugar or even fancy syrup) but if the opportunity is there he does like a well made espresso

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Ascent Astarion referring to female Tav/Reader as „Lady Ancunín“ and insists that everyone else (staff, visitors etc) does so as well, even though they‘re not married (yet ���) but she‘s his.

I'm back baby~

Yas let's romanticize this evil man I'm ready. But don't worry, he's still a terrible person <3 And so are you in this <3

TW: I'm so sorry I don't know how I got here. Murder, violence, a tiny bit of torture. And wtf tav has no last name? Uh, it starts with a c now I guess. Sex is alluded to but it isn't graphic.

~

"I just don't know why I have to be there," You sighed as the servants opened the doors for the both of you, your arm hooked with Astarion's while you complained, "You know you'll work better if you're not worrying about me all night."

"And how would letting you out of my sight help with my concentration?" Astarion shot back, a frown curling on his lips, "With strangers in our home? Absolutely not."

You barely stopped yourself from rolling your eyes. Gods, he could be so dramatic. Did he forget who you were?

"Don't you trust me to handle myself?" You asked with a pout, "I didn't always need your protecting, you know."

"Of course I trust you," Astarion sighed as he gave your hand a tight squeeze, "It's the rest of the world I have no faith in."

How on earth were you supposed to argue against that? You weren't quite sure, but you were going to try, "But-"

"No buts," Astarion interrupted curtly, "You're going and that's final. Besides, it's just one night. And we can have as many quiet evenings as you'd like for the rest of the week."

You sighed as you nodded your head, accepting the compromise, "Whatever you say my love."

Astarion smirked down at you, "That's my good girl."

Oh gods, why did he have to go and say that? He was well aware of what that did to you. And now was not the time to have to squeeze your thighs together. You could feel a flush crawl up your neck as you hissed, "I told you not to call me that in public!"

"Did you?" Astarion smirked as he came to a stop in front of a speaking squire, "I don't recall."

He turned his attention to the young man in front of you before you had a chance to respond, "Speak. Did anything happen while we were gone?"

The man shook his head, "No, Master Ancunin."

"Good," Astarion said curtly with a wave of the hand, "You're dismissed."

He nodded, "Thank you Master Ancunin, Misstress C-"

The consonant was barely out of the boy's mouth before Astarion was on him, moving so quickly that it was enough to startle even you. Before you blinked he had him pinned against the wall, a strong arm to his throat as he hissed, "I'm sorry, what did you just call her?"

The servant looked panicked, but at least he had the brains to catch on to his own mistake, "I-Apologies my lord. But since you are not wed I-"

"What we have is higher than the mundanities of marriage," Astarion growled, "You'll address her as Lady Ancunin from now on, if you wish to keep your tongue.

You couldn't help but laugh a bit behind him, more than a bit endeared at the display, "I thought you were saving the dramatics for this evening?"

Astarion ignored you briefly, opting to drop him back to the ground with a cold order, "Get out of my sight."

"Aw poor thing," You cooed as you watched him scramble away. You saddled back up to Astarion's side, linking your arms together with a smile, "Darling you didn't have to terrify him. It was a reasonable mistake."

"I beg to differ," Astarion said lowly, still glaring in the young man's direction, "I should have killed him for that. You're making me too soft."

"Or maybe we should just consider having a wedding?" You said as you leaned your head against his shoulder, "It would save a lot of confusion."

Astarion rolled his eyes, "Obviously we'll be having a wedding darling. But that's not the point. You are mine. With or without a ring. It's best that others learn to respect that now."

"No arguments here," You happily sighed as he led you to your chambers, "Just don't stain anything if you slit someone's throat, okay my love? Blood isn't easy to clean."

Astarion grinned as he pushed you through the door, a familiar glint in his eye as he shut it behind him, "No promises. Though I suppose there are other things we can do to keep my bloodthirst in check. Any ideas?"

You really were such a good girl, especially when the question was more than enough to have you untying the corset back of your dress. A shy smile was already on your lips as you laid back on the bed, your thighs spilling open enticingly, "I think I may have a few."

Astarion grinned as he crawled over you, his fangs already extending in anticipation. This was exactly what he needed. To drink from his precious future bride and have his merry way with her before entertaining a bunch of dullards for the evening.

But he needed to secure these alliances. There weren't many open-and-out vampires operating within the city walls. And the few that remained were valuable enough for him to take interest in, either to work with or to get rid of. Tonight would help him fully realize the distinctions.

And with you by his side, it would be tolerable. Though Astarion had quickly realized after his own turn that vampires had a bad habit of thinking that they were much, much, more interesting than they were.

A fact that he was quickly being reminded of as the night went on. Everything was going according to plan, the guests had arrived, you looked gorgeous and perfect on his arm, and he had a meticulous mask on to seem interested in all the inane conversations he needed to have.

Though this one was especially tedious. A newly risen vampire lord, weeks fresh off of killing his own master. Despite the achievement, he was as dry as a brick wall. But she was interesting. Well... perhaps not him, but certainly the master he had killed was of interest. And he was the only one left living who could possibly know of the woman's secrets.

"It's been an interesting few weeks, to say the least," The man said again, still lost in reliving the death of his own slave master, "I never thought it was possible, but here I am."

You were nodding along, taking the time to do the conversational work Astarion was growing tired of, "It is quite thrilling isn't it? To be free. I'm sure she had many perks of immortality that were lost to you. Hopefully, you're adjusting well."

"I am, and she did. In fact, I found these books, can't read a lick of them but-"

"Perhaps a translator could be of use?" You casually interrupted, "I can always take a look for you."

"That would be lovely-"

"Master Ancunin!" A feminine voice interrupted from behind, "I've been looking everywhere for you."

He turned, his annoyance shifting to interest when he realized who was speaking. Lady Imelel, a high-ranking spawn turned master after the murder of her sister, nearly three-hundred years ago. Done by Cazador's own hand. She had been a consistent thorn in his side since that day, only relenting to meet when she was certain of his murder.

She was beautiful, as expected. With an air of confidence that nearly made Astarion bristle. She was a bit... too comfortable in his presence. Especially when she decided that linking her arm to his was appropriate.

He could feel you stiffen at his side at the display, a fact she remained oblivious to as she spoke, "Gods, there is so much I'd like to discuss with you. Privately if you wouldn't mind."

For anyone else, the obvious display of disrespect towards you would have been an automatic death sentence. But Astarion was conflicted. If anyone was going to be aware of the identities of other unknown vampires in the realm, it would be her. He'd be forced to let it slide for the moment.

Though just because he was agreeing, didn't mean he couldn't make things more clear.

He plastered a tight smile on his face before nodding, "Certainly, just one moment."

He turned to you, his voice dropping a few octaves, "Will you be okay alone for a moment darling? I won't be long."

You nodded, always so, so good at picking up on what he needed, "I'll be fine my love. I'm sure Erwen will keep me plenty entertained."

"Good," He murmured before pressing a deep kiss to your mouth, taking the time to lick inside, just to feel you shudder. Perhaps it was a bit much. It certainly was if the flush to Erwen's face was anything to go by when he pulled away. But Astarion was trying to be fair here. And if Imelel didn't understand the picture after that, he couldn't be held responsible for what could happen to her.

He grinned down at you before pressing one last lingering kiss to your mouth, "I'll be right back."

And then he was off, reluctantly being dragged away by Imelel; who looked particularly offended at the display of affection. It didn't take long for her to make her offense known either.

She took him to the first quiet corner she could find, a frown on her lips as she leaned in, "My dear, I know you're quite new to this but... I would refrain from chaining yourself to one soul so quickly. It truly is a waste.

Ah. It was unfortunate that she was continuing that line of thought. Astarion only had so much patience.

He cocked his head at her, thoroughly amused at the audacity, "Oh? Whatever do you mean?"

"I mean that plaything that you take everywhere with you," She said easily, blissfully unaware of how close he was to ripping out her tongue. She was running a delicate hand down his chest, "You're limiting yourself for no reason. She's a mortal who was lucky enough to catch your eye. And she knows it. She won't be going anywhere if you explore your other options. And even if she did... who cares?"

That sealed it. She would be dying tonight. And if Astarion had any less patience she would have been slain the second she forgot your title. But he had more decorum than that. Or maybe he just wanted to make things personally horrifying, just for her.

He grinned back at her, leaning into her touch despite the way it made his skin crawl, "It sounds like there is an offer buried in your words. Am I right?"

"It could be," She purred, "If you'd be willing to sneak away."

Well wasn't that nice? For her to do the hard work for him. He took her hand in his, giving it a little squeeze before saying, "Go out and mingle my dear, then meet me upstairs in an hour. The second room to the left. And then you can show me exactly what I've been missing."

She smiled, one with too much teeth before sauntering away.

It was almost disgusting, how foolish she was. Astarion could scarcely believe she had survived this long. Though in her meager defense, this was probably going to be the first time that she was rebuffed for her advances. But otherworldly beauty could only take you so far, a harsh lesson that she was about to learn.

Astarion wasted no time in finding you again, politely dragging you away from the conversation. You didn't miss a beat, immediately updating him on everything that was said, "He'll bring the books by for translation. If there's any magic to them I'll be able to extract it and he'll get a.... redacted version. The poor thing really doesn't know what he's doing. But he's far from a threat-"

"That's wonderful my sweet, thank you," Astarion interrupted, his voice lowered, "But I need you to do something else for me. Do you remember those fun little ropes we found a few months back?"

You nodded, "The Cord of Constriction? Or the Lariat of Lethargy?"

"Let's say both. Now go and put them in the guest room for me will you? And then wait in the closet. And don't move a muscle until I say, no matter what you see or hear. Understood?"

"Why on Earth-"

"Darling," Astarion interrupted, an edge coloring his voice, "Don't question me. Just be a good girl and listen. Can you do that?"

Those were the magic words. He licked his lip as he watched a flush crawl up your neck, an adorable pout on your lips, "I-Gods. Fine! Just don't keep me waiting long."

"I won't," Astarion promised with a smile, "I'll see you soon."

He watched you go, excitement brewing in the back of his mind. And he thought tonight was going to be boring. He waited until he saw Imelel start her way up the stairs before following, a slight pep in his step. It was all so easy to manipulate her onto the bed, easier still to convince her of a "fun" little game to tie her to the bed posts.

He leaned back when he was done, a smirk forming as he watched her test her bindings, "I should have known that this would be your type of fun Astarion."

"Yes," Astarion laughed, low and mean, "You should have. Darling, you can come out now. I have a surprise for you."

Right on cue you were popping out of the closet, your eyes widening when you saw the woman tied to the bed. The woman who was slowly panicking as she realized just how strong the ropes she was tied with were.

"This is my surprise?" You asked as you saddled up to him, easily stepping into his open arms, "I assume this is the part where you explain why?"

"Astarion? What on earth are you doing?" Imelel asked quietly, her voice slightly shaking, "I am not someone to be trifled with-"

"I'll be the judge of that," Astarion said quickly before turning his attention back to you, "Darling, I'm so sorry to have to tell you this, but this creature spoke of you in one of the most disrespectful manners you can imagine. And for that a punishment is due, don't you think?"

"Are you insane?" Imelel screeched, "You won't get away with this!"

But Astarion wasn't listening. He was too busy watching the ways your eyes softened at him. You smiled, "So a powerful vampire mildly insults me, and your solution is murder?"

Astarion grinned, "Naturally."

"Gods, I love you," You sighed before leaning in to peck his lips, "But you'll help me, won't you?"

"Of course darling," Astarion cooed, his hand already reaching for the dagger in his belt, "I'm here to help."

Imelel was still struggling, hard enough to make the Cord of Constriction bite against her skin. Her hand was slowly turning purple from the loss of circulation. She was still screeching too, bellowing about her own importance. Right up until Astarion had the knife to her throat.

"Oh, not so brave now are you?" Astarion chuckled as she finally shut up, "To be clear, you will be dying tonight. For every offense that came out of your mouth in regards to my love. Your body will be used for a display to warn the next audacious shrew. Sound good?"

She was crying now. Good. It was her own fault that she was there to begin with, all because she couldn't keep her big mouth shut.

He turned back to you, "What do you say, darling? Do you want me to do the honors?"

You shook your head before gently taking the knife, taking the time to kiss him on the cheek, "No, I'll do the first cut, and the rest can be yours."

"Whatever you say darling," Astarion sighed, happy to step back and watch you get to work. You really were good with daggers, a skill he admired as he watched you slit her throat. There you were, the light of his life, the master of his heart, the one and only Lady Ancunin. And it was long time the world started to see you as such.

The two of you enjoyed yourselves for as long as you could before there was nothing left of the woman who once was. And Astarion kept to his word.

As a nice end to the evening he dropped her body down the stairs, chuckling at all of the shocked gasps it tore from his audience before he gave his speech, "This, ladies and gentlemen, is what happens when you disrespect myself or Lady Ancunin in any shape or form. Do with the information as you will. Now please, enjoy your evening."

[cottonlemonade]

A Simpler Life [Part 1]

word count: 1585 || avg. reading time: 7 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Kita x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff, slice of life, mutual pining, slow burn

warnings: spoilers

synopsis: In pursuit of a calmer, simpler life you flee the city to move to the countryside - only to fall in love with your neighbor.

When you decided on a clean break and moved to the little country home, you finally got your long harbored wish of a manageable veggie patch as well as a few fruit planters, breathing clear fresh air that the city life had you only dream about for so many years. At first, of course, the people were suspicious of the newcomer - the foreigner-city girl who came to their part of Hyogo with no clear intention but when you greeted each of them warmly around town and offered an open door if anyone ever needed help, they soon treated you as one of their own. The grandmothers of the neighborhood quickly kept an eye out for any eligible bachelors because “it‘d be such a shame if a pretty girl like ya would be all lonesome in that house of yers“ but while grateful for their concern, you were happy on your own.

Although, that didn‘t stop you from falling for your neighbor as soon as you met him.

Your first impression of Kita was that he was polite, caring and warm but maybe a bit shy. He bowed his head with a smile when he passed by your front yard in the evening heading to his house, looking exhausted but satisfied. You wondered if he lived alone, too, because no one else seemed to be going in or out of the modest traditional nouka.

You were privately looking forward to the evenings when you could catch a glimpse of him and bask even for just a second in the sunshine of his smile.

This went on for a week or so of you two simply exchanging nods, waves and smiles until, “Good evenin‘.“, he greeted.

The buzzing of cicadas filled the air. You were tending to your garden, having opted to weed in the milder evening rather than the afternoon sun. A straw hat on your head, muscles already straining from the unfamiliar work, you straightened, trying to suppress a groan. “And to you.“, you replied, using the back of your hand to wipe the sweat off your forehead, smearing some soil on your skin in the process.

“It‘s really comin‘ together.“, he noted and nodded towards the healthy green surrounding your ankles.

Don‘t blush, you told yourself. “Thank you.“, you beamed, “I am worried about my tomatoes, though. They look a bit peaked.“

You pointed to some sad little plants on the end of your veggie patch.

With professional eyes he wandered along the fence to inspect them.

“Oh, yea, they might have had a bit too much sun and not enough water. Don‘t worry, happens to all of us.“, he smiled, “I have some extra starters in my greenhouse. Ya can have a couple if ya like. I always grow more in case bugs get to ‘em.“

“Oh, really?“

“Sure, come by tomorrow to pick ‘em up.“

“Thank you so much!“

“What else have ya got here?“, he now leaned on the fence post, examining the rest of the plants. You listed the few you had.

“Ya might wanna add sugar snap peas. They‘re easy to grow and the yield is really good.“

“Noted! But I might have to wait until next season, I don‘t think I have enough space for any more.“

“Ya can grow ‘em nicely in planters. I can build ya one. It‘s not difficult.“

Your heart did a little jump. “Are you sure it‘s not too much trouble?“

“Neighbors gotta stick together, right?“, he grinned and stood back up, “I‘mma let ya get back to it.“ and he made to leave.

“W-wait!“

He turned back to you.

“One of the grannies in town gave me a bunch of fresh greens and tofu today. My fridge doesn‘t work yet so I‘m worried it’ll go bad. Would you like to join me for dinner?“

He blinked. For a moment you weren‘t sure if you hadn‘t been too forward but then Kita nodded and walked around the fence to your gate. Oh my, somehow the fence had underplayed his handsomeness. As he stood right in front of you, arms tan and taut with lean muscles from a day‘s work and a towel tied around his neck you forgot to talk for a second.

“This way.“, you gestured to the front door.

“Don‘t ya wanna finish up weedin’ first?“

“But…“

“I‘ll help ya.“

“But…“

And he got to work. Of course, his practiced hands got the job done so much faster than you and where you had only managed a fourth of the patch he finished up the rest in no time.

Kita knelt on a seating pillow you had laid out around your coffee table, patiently waiting for you to plate up the hearty stew alongside some grilled tofu and rice. You figured he must be starving after all that hard manual labor. But to your surprise he ate slowly, chewed carefully and seemed to savor the taste.

“It‘s delicious.“, he said and let out a small content sigh, “I usually don‘t have much energy to cook in the evenin’s. This is great, thank ya.“

So he did live alone. How the masses of overzealous grandmothers in town hadn‘t flocked together to feed this man yet was a mystery to you.

In all honesty, Kita didn‘t agree with the people in town who said you were “pretty“. “Pretty“ didn‘t do you justice. He thought you were breathtaking. Because that‘s how he felt when he talked to you for the first time. Like his breath was stuck somewhere in his throat. Your genuine smile when he complimented your cooking now had a permanent place in his mind - framed it hung at the very top where he could always admire it throughout his day. Where his thoughts were usually busy with plans for the following morning or simply quiet, while his hands moved automatically through the water in the fields, they were now interlaced with you. Your twinkling eyes when he told you he would build you a planter, your cute protests when he offered to help you weed that tiny little veggie patch as if it was the most daunting task ever encountered and your voice, bright and lively as you told him about yourself upon his request. His grandmother had told him many stories growing up, about right and wrong, patience, kindness and fate. She told him when two people were meant for each other, their souls would recognize it and be drawn to the other by some unseen force. Back then, young Kita wasn‘t exactly sure what to make of it. It sounded very fantastical and without any data to back it up he thought it was another one of his grandmother‘s folktales. Now he wasn‘t so sure anymore because you were his first and last thought of the day.

He doubted that someone as beautiful and worldly as you would consider him as a match but he was merely glad to know he could be of help and make your life a little easier. After dinner the previous night he had told you he had some business in the city the next day and you could please wait for him at his place in the afternoon to collect your promised tomato starters. He had spent the morning making sure the little plants were in top shape, selecting the very best of the bunch. He was eager to get back home but as per usual, city traffic had other ideas.

Every couple of seconds he glanced at the clock on the truck‘s dashboard, hoping he didn‘t make you wait too long.

When he finally pulled into his driveway he spotted you sitting on his porch, his black and white dog lounging in your lap, getting his ears massaged.

A bundle lay next to you.

The dog‘s tail thwacked on the wooden porch as he approached.

“Ya look comfortable.“ He had meant it to his (guard) dog but somehow it seemed like your full cheeks got a bit of color.

“I hope I haven't kept ya waitin‘.“

“It‘s fine.“, you said simply, “I had great company.“ You petted the dog's head again who let out a happy huff.

Kita grinned and looked towards one of his greenhouses. “I‘ll go grab the tomatoes.“

You were brushing some dog hairs off your pants when he returned. Without meaning to, he searched your hands for an indication of a wedding band but shook his head when he caught himself.

He held out the tray with the starters.

“Thank you so much! They look great. And here.“, you bent down to exchange the tray for the bundle, “Since you said you wouldn‘t accept any money for them I made you dinner instead.“

His eyes widened. “Ya didn‘t have to.“

You shrugged. “I know, but it wouldn‘t feel right otherwise. And it‘s not like it‘s even close to an equal trade once these start producing.“

He was a little disappointed. After all, he had practiced inviting you to have dinner with him his entire drive back, but having more of your cooking was the next best thing, he supposed.

The following morning you found the bundle neatly wrapped on your doorstep, the large square bento box inside had been thoroughly cleaned and a note replaced the food “It was really delicious. Thank you very much. - Kita“.

Your heart stumbled when you stared at the neatly written words and grinning so hard your cheeks started to hurt, you pinned it to a little cork board next to the door.

a/n: thank you so much to @makkir0ll for helping me hatch this ostrich-sized brain egg 🌟

art: coloring done by @keiko-chan

[part 2]

[skipper1331]

Pleading Eyes // Ella Toone

"So what‘re you up to later?" Mary asked as you walked to the changing rooms. "I‘m going to Ellas" you admitted, a goofy smile on your face. "Ah, young love" Mary laughed, throwing her arm over you.

Ella asked you out a few months ago, the girl having a mad crush on you since the first time she saw you.

"She brought me flowers, yesterday" you told the older woman, a sheepish smile covering your face. "That girl is head over heels for you" the goalkeeper said as she was about to open the door to the changing rooms. "She‘s so fucking annoying and clingy, i don‘t even know why I asked her out in the first place" you heard your lovers voice, your heart dropped, face fell, soul hurt. Did she really say that? Shocked, Mary looked at you, a single tear rolling out of your eye. "Um, i think I’ll just go home without my kit bag" you turned around, about to go when Mary stopped you, "I‘ll get your phone and keys, they‘re in your bag, right?" She could read you like a book, you didn't want to go in there, you wouldn't want Mary to shout at Tooney, you just wanted to go home and cry.

Perks of having a cubby next to the keeper was that she could easily take something out of your bag without the rest of the girls noticing.

You could only nod, you couldn‘t understand why Ella would say something like that. Only a month ago, she confessed that she loved you.

-

"My gorgeous girl" she purred, her arms going around your waist, pulling you on her lap. Her eyes were full of hearts, looking at you like you‘re everything (which you are). For awhile, you just stared at each other, not getting enough of the beauty of one another.

"I love you" she blurted out, your eyes growing wide. Realizing what she said, "I mean- no, ehm, I don‘t love ya, you‘re cool, i‘m cool, we‘re cool." she stuttered, trying to help herself.

"You don‘t love me?" you looked hurt, maybe even offended. Are you not loveable?

"What? No! I just- you‘re gorgeous, so so gorgeous."

"But?"

"There‘s no but- why is this so hard? I love you! you don‘t have to say it back. Well, um, yeah, i just love ya" she didn‘t look at you, her eyes everywhere but you, the tip of her ears red, her cheeks covered in a blush.

"I love you too"

-

"Here are your keys and phone, text me when you‘re at home" Mary whispered as she hugged you before you left the facility. You felt heart broken and betrayed.

Mary wanted to shout at Ella, how could she say something like that? As If she wasn‘t the one who‘s smitten for you. Ella is practically obsessed with you and she dares to say these things.

Unknown to you and Mary, the young lioness cringed at her words as soon as they left her mouth. She felt dirty and disgusted by her wording.

Katie Zelem and Millie Turner just couldn‘t leave her alone, they teased and mocked her about you, about her love for you.

She was always talking about you, when you entered the room everything fell to death ears, daydreaming about your future together. She was madly in love with you.

Yet their teasing annoyed her, all she wanted was that they leave her alone, that they’d leave you alone. She wanted to protect you. She wanted to have you to herself.

Ella🤍

You forgot your bag, silly, but no worries got it with me;)

what time are you coming to mine?

You read the text, your eyes red and puffy from all your crying. You didn‘t want to reply yet you kinda wanted to? It was complicated. If you don‘t respond she would know something‘s off but you also didn‘t feel like going over to her or talk to her the next few days.

You

Sorry, not feeling well.

I‘m going to bed

Immediately, her contact popped up on your phone, she was calling you.

You accepted.

"Baby! What‘s wrong? I‘m on my way. Nan has already sent me her special soup recipe" the midfielder rambled, walking around her home.

"No" you stated firmly, "It‘s okay. I just need some sleep. Need some rest"

"Okay?" she wasn‘t conviced yet she respected your wishes. "Call me when you need anything, yeah?"

"Mhm" you hummed in agreement.

It was safe to say that you wouldn‘t call her, tears building in your eyes, her words haunting you.

"Good night, Ella"

Ella? She didn‘t like the sound of that. She didn‘t say anything though, blaming your not-well-being for it.

"Good night, my gorgeous girl, i love you" you hung up as soon as you heard the word 'love'.

You didn‘t know what to do with yourself, heart broken and alone. You were in no state of mind to sleep.

An hour later, after sitting on the couch, staring in to nothing you called the one person you’d known since forever.

"Mary?" you whispered through the phone, "can you come here?" your voice was quivering, "i don‘t wanna be alone" was sobbed.

It took the keeper about 5 minutes to get to your home. With the key she had she entered your apartment, wordlessly, taking a seat next to you. Your head fell on her shoulder, no words exchanged, it was simply enough that she was there, that you weren‘t alone.

"Why would she say something like that?" you finally broke the silence.

"I don‘t know"

"Am I really annoying?"

"No, of course not. She doesn‘t deserve you" the older woman put her arms around you, yourself crying in to her chest, "She‘s an idiot"

You cried yourself to sleep, Mary holding you the whole time. She was your best friend, the big sister you never had.

-

"Hey," your (still) girlfriend greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, "how are you feeling, my love?" she asked her hand slipping in yours. "I‘m fine" you answered, pulling your hand away, tightening your pony tail. "Need to talk to Mearps" you said, leaving the midfielder behind, kinda confused.

The goalie tried to fix your look the best she could to cover your eye bags this morning.

"You alright?" said person asked, oh how dearly she wanted to shout at the young lioness, the pain she caused. "Sure" you shrugged, not feeling anything. You felt numb, you just had to work and everything would be fine.

Training went fine, most of the time you sticked with Maya and/or Leah, ignoring Ella. You couldn’t look her in the eye, you were hurt and angry. If she shouldn't have asked you out, why did she? Did it have to come to the point where you fell in love with her and felt like she was the one.

Ella noticed your behaviour, she saw your state - the way you worked like a robot, she saw that you wouldn‘t look at her, that you would brush her off If she tried talking to you or If she tried to be close to you.

"Can I see you later?" she asked as you entered the changing room "i‘m going to Mary" you told her, nonchalantly. "Well, um, could I maybe join you? I would like to spend some time with you" she mumbled, scratching her arm, shuffling her feet. "Sorry, party for two" you grabbed your bag, walking to the door, "Mary! Hurry up!" Wanting to walk to her car, you left the room, Ella close behind, "Can I see you tomorrow?" she grabbed your wrist, stopping you, "I‘ll see you in training"

"No- i wanna spend time with you, not in training. Maybe I could take you out? Your favorite restaurant?"

"Sorry, got some plans already"

Walking away, you left her alone in the hall with her staring at your figure. Why wouldn‘t you want to spend time with her? Were you mad at her?

-

The following days were just the same, you barely talked to her, your texts were short and you avoided her. Something was wrong, she knew by now.

"Is she mad at me?" Ella asked your best friend, looking at the ground. She hated that you ignored her, "i tried to talk to her but she- well, she isn‘t like usually?" The lioness hoped to find answers and comfort in the goal keeper, comfort that Lessi could give her through the phone. "Ask yourself why" Mearps replied, tone stern. "I did! Every night. I don‘t know what I did wrong" Ellas hands were flying around, getting more upset and confused by every minute that went by. "If you don‘t know I can‘t help you" Even though, Mary wanted to shout at the shorter girl, she was still her friend and wanted that the two of you make up, you‘re made for each other. "Mary! I love her! I just don‘t know what I did wrong or what to do"

The keeper rubbed her eyes, trying to stay calm "so you know that you did something wrong, right?"

"I guess so, she’s ignoring me" she answered, still not understanding why you would be at mad at her.

"for a good reason" mary muttered under her breath, "What comes to your mind when you think about what you might have done wrong?"

"Nothing! I don‘t get it. One moment we‘re fine and the next she‘s all weird"

Now Mary was getting frustrated, how could she not think about the day she talked to Millie and Zel, "gosh! Think harder" the golie demanded.

"I really don‘t know, tell me"

The united keeper sat there for a minute, thinking. Thinking about if she should or not. "Remember the day, she forgot her bag?" she started, probably regretting later that she did. "Yeah, of course" tooney replied, waiting impatiently for more answers, "she was there"

"Where?"

"Tooney…"

Slowly, the girl understood what Mary implied, where she was. "Fuck. She heard what I said, didn‘t she?" Abruptly, she stood up, walking up and down, "no no no. I wasn‘t saying that" confused, the goalie looked at her, "i heard it too?"

"I mean, yes i said that but i didn‘t mean it like that! Shit! What shall i do?! A few days before that she told me how much it stressed her that Zel and Mills teased her about how obsessed i am with her. I just wanted them to leave her alone!"

"That‘s fucked up"

-

That evening, she drove to your home, the apartment she was so often at. Knowing what she did wrong she wanted to talk to you, explain that she didn‘t mean any of it. She sat in her car for minutes before she had the guts to get out. In front of your door, she stood for awhile, afraid to knock. Her heart was racing as she finally knocked on the door, she hoped you‘d be at home.

One minute went by, two minutes went by, a few minutes went by, the young lioness was about to leave when you opened the door. Your hair was in a messy bun, wearing one of Ellas hoodies (which made her smile a bit - maybe things weren‘t as bad as they seemed). Your eyes were red and puffy, bags under them. It looked like you hadn‘t slept in days. "Hey" she started, her eyes trying to read your body language, "i would like to talk to you. Can I come in?" She expected you to let her in, and not "No, i‘m actually in the middle of something" her whole face fell. Truth to be told, you weren‘t in the middle of something, just watching Mamma Mia. "Is someone here?" the girl asked, jaw clenching. Was that the reason you wouldn‘t let her in?! "move" she brushed past you in to your home, looking around. "Ella! Get out!" you told her, voice loud. For her own sake she found nobody, only a pizza on your coffee table, "No! Can we please talk about this? I can‘t lose you!" she was walking around the table, breathing heavy. "I love you! I can‘t lose you, you hear me? I can‘t!" She stopped in front of you, arms going around your waist, a so familiar place, forehead resting against your own. You closed your eyes, inhaling your favorite scent while melting in her grasp. You missed her so much. "I can‘t" she whispered, her accent thick. You wanted to forgive her, she just had to look at you with those pleading eyes and you would‘ve done anything but not this time, you were too hurt, too disappointed. "Maybe you already have" your voice was not louder than a whisper as you took a step back. It was her turn to look heart broken, "please leave now"

"Of course, i- i‘m sorry. I‘m sorry for walking in here even though you said no.." she looked at the ground as she strolled to your front door, "I‘m really sorry" she looked at you one last time before opening it, "just- i need to know, are we broken up?" her lip trembled, you could see the self-control it took her not to immediately start crying.

"I don‘t know"

-

At home, the Mancunian called her nan, a shoulder she had to cry on. "Nan? I messed up" she cried, "I said some awful things to y/n." When her grandma asked what the matter was. She started her story, telling her about the last few days and the days before, simply everything.

"Ella! That poor girl" her granny was shocked, how could her grandchild be so rude? Tooney only sobbed harder in to the phone, she loved you with her whole heart. She didn‘t want to lose you. She couldn‘t lose you. "If you love her, show her. Show her that you don‘t care what other people think"

"How?" the girl sniffled, staring at her phone, hoping a text from you would somehow pop up.

"Honey, you need to find out yourself"

-

And that‘s what she did. She stayed up all night, trying to figure out how she could show you that you were it, that you were her everything.

When training was called to an end all the girls went to the locker room, ready to take a shower. It was Ellas chance to make things right but she had to be quick before the first ones would go showering. Everybody had to hear it. "you can do this" she mumbled to herself as she stood on the seat of her cubby. She smacked her cleats together, getting the attention of everyone. All eyes were on her but the only eyes she wanted to have on her were yours. Clearing her throat, "hey," she had thought about what to say yet her brain didn‘t work. "I‘m Ella" her speech didn’t start like that when she practised it. The girls laughed, thinking this was some sort of joke of their team mate "and i‘m madly in love with y/n. A few days ago I said some horrible things about her which I didn‘t mean. I want you to know that she isn‘t annoying nor clingy," the midfielder looked at you before she continued "she‘s perfect. And I‘m the one who‘s clingy and annoying. I want to spend all of my free time with her and her only. I bring her flowers once a week because she deserves them. She deserves the best and more. I take her out all the time because i want to treat her right. All I think about is her, her smile, her laugh, her eyes. When I go to bed she’s my last thought, she’s in my dreams and she is my first thought in the morning. Well, the whole day she’s only thing in my mind. I said those things because i wanted to protect her but mostly myself. It‘s okay If you don‘t get it but ya know, i‘ve never been in love, i‘ve never experienced a love story like that and the teasing was too much for me. It scared me. But If teasing is the reason I’ll lose her because i can‘t handle it then i don‘t care." Ella looked at the two girls who teased her the most about you, "Zel, Mills, tease me as much as you want, i don’t care - not anymore." She stepped down from her cubby, walking towards you, "I‘m still an idiot for saying these things and i‘m so sorry that i did. I do love you. I love you with every inch of my body and I hope for your forgiveness, so please don’t. Please don’t break up with me" you looked at her, at her pleading eyes while the whole changing room looked at you. None of the girls had ever seen their funny and loud friend so quiet and vulnerable. Everyone was holding their breath as they waited for an answer. Wordlessly, you walked to the door. Ellas head fell, she bit her lip, trying to stop herself from bursting in to tears in front of everyone.

"Are you coming or not?"

The whole room let out a sigh of relief as you spoke up, the brunette running after you.

Alone, in the hall, you said, "hi" not knowing exactly, what to say. All you knew was that you didn‘t want all eyes and ears in your upcoming conversation. "Hey" you stared at each other, Ella not daring to say something. "That was quite a speech, eh?" you smiled, her speech was impressive to be honest, you didn‘t expect that. You didn‘t expect anything. The brunette crumbled under your gaze, were you making fun of her? The floor seemed to be interesting as she stared at it, her body slightly shaking. "Look at me, please?" you asked, the girl refusing to look you in the eye. "Look at me, Ella" you now demanded, stepping towards her. She took a deep breath before she lifted her gaze. She was scared. It was a rare sight to see her scared, usually she was confident, loud and funny. You were her weak spot. "I get it If you want to break with me, ya know." she mumbled, she wished she had never said that stuff about you. She wished she just accepted the teasing instead of risking to lose you. "I don‘t want to break with you" her eyes never held so much hope before, "you don‘t?" she couldn’t register what was happening.

"No. I forgive you, even though you have a lot to make up for"

The once pleading eyes shone with gratitude. Man, she loved you. She loved you so much. "Thank you! I promise you, you won‘t regret it! Lemme take you out tonight for a start?" she asked, rambling on about how she’ll treat you the right way, show everyone that you‘re the one.

"Sounds nice. Maybe though, we could start with a kiss for now?"

The midfielder grabbed your waist, pulling you in, your arms looping around her neck, "You’re gorgeous, so so gorgeous" she mumbled before her eyes flicked over your face, landing on your lips.

"Go for it"

And she did. Her mouth met your own in a gentle yet passionate kiss. Both of you sighed as you missed each others touch for the last few days.

Finally, you felt whole again.

There was no doubt that the young lioness had to make up for her action but she would do anything to be with you and for you. The two of you were on the road of recovery - strong, loving years to come.

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[anantaru]

DAY 4 — KNIFE KINK

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — dottore & pantalone (together)

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, knife kink + threesome, sub! reader who likes to be used, they share you, teasing, mean harbingers but they‘re pseudo nice to you ig, possessive of you as well, very mess & so much cum, all parties are consenting

you're dripping because of that scalding look on dottore's eyes, and the air was circulating through your unmoving figure on the bed when you watch him observe you, bitterly cold and glacial alike, touching around your bare skin as pantalone places his cock flat on your perfect cunt, leaving a sticky swell on your folds as you budged your pussy against his length.

"you really do like this, it seems." pantalone says sternly, nigh on an insulting timbre, and there was a monitoring peer on his eyes, the sort you'd claim to be demeaning— assuming that in one way, he couldn't fathom that someone would be willingly placed into this position, sandwiched in between two dangerous harbingers, the second and the ninth to be particular about it, claiming your body to their hearts content.

and it's when your body suddenly flinches as it caught onto the sound of metal strumming over your ear shells, your head urging you to turn right and figure out what the mysterious sound was all about. come to think of it, this certainly wasn't the first time you were placed on a bed, bare and with no clothing concealing your frame while being recklessly fucked and passed around by both men before one of them would come up with something new, something they'd love to try out on you.

conversely, when the doctor was taking something out of his pocket to show you, there was an inexplicable increase on pantalone, his dick becoming heavier and swelling whilst rolling over your clit, the underside of his length tingling at the sensation of your wet, sopping pussy touching him up all well and nicely that he couldn't resist himself to hump against you, harder this time, your whimpers loud and edging him on.

"are you willing to try this?" it's at the moment when you can finally recognize the indiscernible object in dottore's hand, a razor-sharp knife— with an engraving of the fatui insignia on either side of the blade, it appears to be quite expansive and crafty, and you swallow down the lump in your throat when he experimentally places it on your shoulder— not willing to move it around, he's testing the waters with you, seeing how far he could go and if you're even interested in the first place, prepared to dispose of it if you weren't.

you bite your bottom lip before speaking out through a tensed jaw, unable to believe that you're about to agree to this, "yes.." you mutter and can't do anything but let out a weak mewl, "i’ll do anything." never getting tired of how they're handling you, whispering a small, airy please when they hold you down under them.

"just be good then." dottore lightly presses the keen blade against the softness of your welcoming skin— it's so cold it had you flinch within seconds and your toes curl into the silken sheets when he advances to tease one of your nipples with the tip.

just as effortless as the doctor had you under his control, you simultaneously let go of a muffled cry when pantalone suddenly has entered you without warning, his cock thick and present, his muscular abdomen tensing as he towers on top, fucking his cock into you and stretching your hole wider, maybe that's the reason they both seem to work fluidly with each other, in numerous occasions.

you're being stimulated from both sides now, the cutting object moving on your chest and responsive breasts, grazing on top of your erected nipples while you're getting thrusted into over and over again as they use you, fondle with your body as if it's their property— which, it kind of was, nudging on your sweet spots only to make themselves cum in the process.

one might assume seeing fear in someone's eyes was the very one key factor to make dottore cum, but your sheer, pure willingness to try out whatever he presented in front of you, obviously made it impossible for him to see you in any kind of terror.

up to the present time, he'd lie if he would claim he didn't like what he watches happening in front of him though, taking pleasure on how you're becoming even prettier the moment you turn more desperate for them, "ohh— you're so wet." the ninth claims, letting the tip of his cock reach your insides, a broken growl covering the clearness of his words, baring his teeth and showing no mercy on your pussy.

his eyes roll back and he pants out when he feels how you're constricting around him particularly hard, noticing the vibration of each flutter, your walls sticking on his length and creaming all over his cock.

dottore cocks a brow, sliding the knife down to your clit, the still coldish blade coaxing a shiver right out of your spine, "indeed, it's precious, isn't it?" he lays the metal flat on top of your clit before sliding one hand to his stiff cock, slowly humping into his palm to complete and find bliss on the perfect view of your body. you're ethereal to them, there's no doubt, most desirable pet to them as well, no one was this impeccable and obedient, always there to rile both of them up— and dottore growls into his chest, fisting his stiff cock so desperately fast and hard that his own vision was turning littered and messy with white dots covered on top.

you feel your cheeks swell aflame, flustered and embarrassed at his sudden, unusual praise, which, granted, hearing any kind of praise from those two was a rare occurrence, so you weren't to blame for such reaction. but you were aware that neither of them would lie to you, not in predicaments such as those, when they're vulnerable themselves, on the brink of cumming and marking you up with their seed, until there's a white, milky film covering your naked body.

it's becoming too much now, and you can hear and listen to the wet, squelching sounds of your used pussy being fucked and split apart, reaching your hand over to curl around dottore's wrist that was holding the knife, crying out at the way you’re smearing your slick all over yourself and pantalone's cock and thighs.

"i-i'm close!" you squeal, arching your back, your body twitching and shaking as dottore swiftly replaces the knife with his rough digits, squeezing and rubbing on your puffy clit, your hips never hesitating, mindlessly pushing up to press against Pantalone's cock as if that'll make it somewhat faster for you— but it's coming to an end now, and your body bows in as you sob uncontrollably, hearing the sound of your rapid heart beating in your ears like a fire alarm going off.

a deep moan adds to the fast breathing of pantalone, and it's almost too low and rumbled to hear it, as if he was attempting to cover it up, but regardless it had long since bulged in his chest as he breathes out the probably most beautiful moan you've ever heard in your life, such rare noise making you pulse between your aching thighs as he realizes the power he had on you, and how you were throbbing on his length, the corners of his lips twisting into a devil like grin.

to take them into complete awe, it's when they spot that hazy smile on your face like there was nothing else on this world you'd enjoy more than being fucked by them, two big and powerful harbingers with the thought of their authority alone having you close your legs together to still the swell in your core.

it's all it took him, the squeezes of your cunt, your fucked out expression as cum messily soars from his cock the moment he pulls out of you, the warm liquid firing over your lower belly an obscene, gross amount that it shoots all up to your breasts as, at the same time— dottore fists himself faster, pulling his cockhead over one tit and whisking it over your nipples before blowing his load on top of you— your own body spasming at the weight of cum on you and the notice of a warmness and heaviness occupying both your body and mind, your mouth aching from all the screaming, your tits hurting from the sharp metal teasing the flesh, and your cunt still twitching from being fucked just the way you liked it.

just the way you needed it, before closing your eyes in fatigue— with a soothing silence hugging your trembling, exhausted skin, apart from hefty, broken blows and puffs, the smell of filth, sweat and sex penetrating your senses.

a hand silently jolts up at your cheek, your body wrung out but leaning into the warm touch before you hear the doctor speak once more, "good, very good." and you smile when he whispers it, humming against his palm cupping your head.

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[diminuel]

What's your favorite dragdillie headcanon?

I think the headcanon that they did in fact meet and make a baby is my favourite head canon!

Other than that… I love the idea that they still love each other, maybe kept an eye on each other even in a canon compliant version where they did not raise their child (where Crocodile didn‘t even know the kid‘s name.)

I like to imagine that they have the same goals too and both go to great lengths to achieve them, sacrificing things they want in order to achieve them.

Once the world knows that Luffy is Dragon‘s kid, Crocodile probably hunts Dragon down. Maybe to shout at him but then also to kiss him. It‘s not like he wants the world to know that he‘s connected to Dragon so they‘ll be secretive about it but they are getting back together~

(And have more kids.)

So yeah. „They‘re in love“ & „Luffy is their kid“ are my favourite headcanons! 💕

What about you?

[justporo]

Tavern Talk

I really wanted to write a little something about the companions enjoying a moment of banter at breakfast - so have them complaining about Astarion and Tav not being able to keep their… nightly activities subtle… Spoiler warning!

Pairing: Astarion / GN!Tav

Warning: Talk of sex

(Gif from here!)

The whole party was sitting together eating breakfast in the tavern they stayed in - except, Tav and Astarion sat a few tables away and none of them were really eating. While the vampire and the wood elf were sitting at their small cozy table in the corner being all cute, the rest of the party sat at the big table in the middle and openly stared at the couple - a spoonfull or two even forgotten halfway to its destination.

„I swear to all Gods that will listen that if I have to endure them going at it one more night, I‘m going to kill myself right here, Absolute be damned“, Gale moaned pressing the balls of his hands into his eyesockets. He did indeed look even more tired than usually. Seemingly, the fact that he had one of the two rooms next to the happy couple was to blame.

„I agree, maybe Tav should‘ve taught this wretched vampire to not moan so loudly - even the bard‘s yapping would have been less annoying“, Lae‘zel agreed - she had the other room next to them. She stabbed the fruit on her platter as if she tried to murder it and chewed it angrily. Karlach snorted a little at the githyanki‘s murderous mood while she took a bite of bread.

„Well, if it‘s in his nature to be this vocal than it‘s better to let it out than forcing it down“, Halsin chimed in, a somewhat dreamy look in his eyes while eating another big spoonful of his porridge. He was the only one that wasn‘t really staring at the two other elves.

The druid‘s comment made all heads turn to him for a hot second. „Eww“, Shadowheart made quietly and scrunched up her nose while she kept twirling her sole cup of tea in front of her around.

„Tchk, druid, if you don‘t mind sleeping next to what sounds like a dying owlbear then I‘ll happily swap rooms with you and maybe you can ask to join next time they‘re at it“, Lae‘zel spit towards the towering elven druid.

„That‘s absolutely not what a dying owlbear would sound like“, Halsin answered very matter-of-fact, staring down at the table now with furrowed brows. His pointy ears had turned a telltale shade of light pink.

„You‘re all just jealous“, Karlach entered the conversation. She sat relaxedly on the bench leaning back and crossed her arms over her chest: „Jealous, because they are getting some and we all don‘t.“ „Tss, getting some is not the problem. But you don‘t have to rub it into everyone‘s faces how much amazing sex you‘re having“, Shadowheart responded, nose still scrunched up in disgust.

„So, what I‘m hearing is that you might have a big orgy with an endless amount of lovers in your room every night and none of us would ever know and you would absolutely never sass us about it in your sarcastic little tone you have sometimes“, the wizard replied dryly to Shadowheart‘s remark while raising an eyebrow at the half-elf and gesturing towards her with one hand. „Well, I wouldn‘t tell you, for starters, Gale. Just because you can never keep your mouth shut doesn‘t mean the rest of us can‘t - stop projecting yourself on everybody else.“ That earned Shadowheart snorts and chuckles all around the table - and the wizard did not have a witty reply anymore.

Silence spread through the group. Lae‘zel kept murdering her breakfast, Halsin munched on his food as did Wyll. Karlach kept forgetting to put her bread in her mouth to actually eat it while still throwing glances over to where Tav and Astarion were now holding hands and leaning their heads together like the lovebirds they were. Shadowheart and Gale kept holding on to their hot beverages. Shadowheart usually skipped out on eating for breakfast - and Gale seemed to still fight with being deprived of his beauty sleep.

„But what‘s changed? We all know they fucked before“, Karlach finally broke the silence. The comment earning mumbled approval and more groans around the table („Don‘t remind me, tiefling“, Lae‘zel spat). „They smooch all the damn time in front of everyone and at the most inappropriate times. I mean, it‘s not like they‘re trying to hide anything“, Karlach continued and shrugged. „Yes, by the Gods, I‘d hope they would hide it“, Gale whispered under his breath and stared at the ceiling in desperation.

„I‘d assume what‘s changed is that they‘re both now truly free to choose the one they love and act upon it - without ulterior motives or fear behind it.“ This was the first time Wyll offered any insight on the topic. He had rather politely held his tongue on the matter, not wanting to judge and indulge the gossiping.

„Hmm“, the druid agreed with him and nodded solemnly, „I would think breaking out of your slavery of two hundred years and experiencing real love and genuine connection after that can quite positively turn your world around for the better.“ „Don‘t romanticise that they can‘t be more subtle!“, Shadowheart immediatly exclaimed and crossed her arms over her chest.

„Well, for what it‘s worth I think they deserve to enjoy their love in peace for a bit but if you‘re all so bothered about it, I can go and talk to them about it later“, Wyll offered, completely being the diplomat about the whole thing.

„Chk, warlock, don‘t bother - I feel like these people don‘t want a solution, they‘d rather sit here every morning and gossip and bitch about it“, said Lae‘zel who had finished her food and was now just sitting between the others while brooding.

„I‘m all about handling this like adults“, Gale said and lifted his cup of tea halfway ,“but if they insist behaving like rabbits, we might as well-“

The group never found out what the wizard would have proposed, because he made a sudden jolt and splashed his tea all over himself. Gale squinted through the streams of liquid running down his face and turned around.

Astarion had snuck up on them and kneed Gale in the back, making him spill his drink. Murder twinkled in the vampire‘s red eyes. Karlach and Halsin had broke out into full, body-shaking laughter, even Wyll and Lae‘zel let out a chuckle while Shadowheart just shook her head in disappointment.

„If you keep talking about Tav and me in terms of critters, I will gut you like one, wizard. And that goes for all of you“, Astarion hissed after he had leaned down to Gale who was trying to soak up the spilled beverage with some napkins.

„Please do, if you two keep insisting on being godsdamned lovebirds. You‘d be doing me a favour“, Gale replied. Astarion hissed again - but now with a dirty smirk on his face: „Well, if that‘s the case you‘re also happy to come over and watch next time, bastard.“ „You should clear that with Tav first, Astarion“, Shadowheart added dryly. The round chuckled again and now seemingly relaxed. Astarion still looked ready to spill innards but the tension in his shoulders had loosened a little.

„Yo, Tav“, Karlach shouted over to the elf after she had calmed down a bit from all the laughter „keep your guarddog in check, would ya?“ Then she laughed again. Tav just flipped her off across the room and started laughing as well.

Halsin meanwhile had finished his meal and made to get up. He walked over to Astarion and patted the vampire on the back who winced at first but relaxed quickly again. „Maybe keep it down a little next time, so we can all keep being friends, eh?“, the druid offered in a friendly manner and smiled at the vampire.

Astarion made to protest: „I‘m not your…“ But then he stopped while his gaze wandered over this unlikely party of adventurers and back to Tav as well and realised the druid was right: they were, all of them, his friends.

[mommyownsmee]

mommy are you good at aftercare? is there anything specific that you do when it comes to that?

i’m a virgin but i feel like after sex i will sub drop or something. like, sometimes when i think of someone having sex with me, i feel really subby and dependant on them.

Sub Drop is something that sadly happens really often because there are so many egoistic/selfish Dom/me‘s or Dom/me‘s that think they know everything. They mostly have no clue what they‘re doing and that‘s the worst mistake a Dom/me can make!

It‘s easy to prevent if your Dom/me keeps an eye on you as a Sub and human and respect your feelings the same as you respect their‘s.

Sub Drop isn‘t something that goes away again easily and sadly it‘s something that can happen from one second to another.

I personally keep an close eye on my Sub before, while and after each sexual and non-sexual interaction.

Sub Drop can even happen from non-sexual interaction, for excample after a fight or an punishment. It can even happen during cuddles, if my Sub suddenly experiences self-doubt or remembers bad memories she made with other Dom/me‘s.

The best way to prevent Sub Drop is communication:

Talking about mistakes that other Dom/me‘s made, so that I simpely can make it better.

Finding things that triggers my Sub (words or sentences, memories, touching specific body parts, the way I maybe speak sometimes, places or even kinks that my Sub normally likes can be a trigger).

Making rules for both parts and strictly keeping them in (no breaking of rules or only on special days or in special moments).

I‘m constantly checking in on my Sub, which means I try to do my best to make sure she‘s happy. This can be just by talking and keeping an eye on her way to write or speak, or by asking if she‘s alright.

If my Sub gets a Sub Drop even though we did our best to prevent it:

I do immediately switch from Domme to girlfriend and keep all the Bdsm stuff out of sight. Out of sight = after a while out of mind.

I try to change the topic if she wants it, or we talk about what happened and find out why it happened.

I reassure her constantly, that what happens is totally okay and she doesn‘t have to be ashamed.

I ask her if she needs something (tea, stuffie, blanket, cuddles, or just silence or even if I should leave her alone for a while).

Aftercare is a really important thing after sexual interaction (as long as my Sub doesn‘t say she doesn‘t want it).

I like to just spend time with my Sub.

Aftercare isn‘t too much. Please don‘t be afraid to tell your Dom/me you want or need it.

Aftercare involves for me:

Cuddles and kisses and a lot of praises.

Cleaning my Sub up and taking her to have a nice bath (IT‘S ME WHO FILLS THE BATHTUB!) or a shower, if she isn‘t too tired.

Taking her makeup off if she‘s too tired to do it herself, so she doesn‘t have to do it herself.

I even pick her up and bring her to the bathroom if needed (THAT‘S. NOT. TOO. MUCH!).

Watching a movie or series together if wanted or just play a (video) game or listen to music. Maybe scroll Tiktok or Tumblr together -or read a book or comic together.

Cooking her food! Hungry Sub = Sad Sub! Even if she doesn‘t want. As soon as she sees the food she wants it.

Talking about what happened and reassuring her that all we did was only some kind of roleplay and that all I said was only said because it brought her joy!!

Letting her sleep on me if she wants. It‘s so cute and makes me so happy and proud.

Aftercare is really important! And it even helps us Dom/mes to prevent a Dom Drop. 𝒙𝒙

Don‘t be afraid of talking with your Dom/me about Aftercare or a Sub Drop. Don‘t keep it in! It will get worse and affect every single interaction with your Dom/me and can even lead to heavy depressions!

[luvrsux]

I saw your desperate cries for requests - thus I heed your call ;-;

Picture this: Law receives a heart plushie from reader, because he‘s tunnel visioning himself in work and/or Luffy‘s been pestering that aloof man yet again.

(remember those heart plushies from IKEA XD THAT plushie…maybe without those arms tho, they‘re wack)

Reader just wants to be considerate (practically yeets that plushed organ at him) and Law is as oblivious as ever, just overall confuddled/flustered xD

Hope you like that lil‘ idea? If it‘s too boring you can leave it out no prob :3

*may the writer‘s force be with you* xx

thank you for the request! \(◦´-`◦)/♡

“Heart Pillow”

word count: 2.4k

summary: after living with the dr. trafalgar, you noticed he’s just overwhelmed with work, and on a particular day, it took a toll on him. you took it upon yourself to purchase him a gift that’ll completely make him go love-struck

content: fluff, mentions of insomnia

It’s been ages since you and Law moved in together as roommates. Considering you two knew each other since diapers, it was bound to happen. You stayed at home working at a local cafe while Law rotted away in his office from his doctorates. Ever since he finally became a professional doctor and surgeon, you’ve never seen him drown in so much work and get little to no sleep. Even when he was a little scholar in medical school, he’d still have the decency to remember to eat and get a few sustainable hours. Now, you’d hear him just get ready for bed while you got up and bright early for work. You’d see him leave the bathroom after a shower and rub his eyes with tired hands, while you were already dressed for your shift. You’d constantly nag him every chance you’d get to make sure he’d get the proper sleep he needed.

“I’m fine, (F/N)-ya…”

He’d always say in a groggy tone. This man was quite stubborn and didn’t really heed any warning anyone told him. Despite all of that, his studies and hard work paid off extremely. He was known as the best surgeon in the hospital he groggily worked at—too bad he wasn’t much of a people person. You always wondered why Law chose an ambition that required him to converse with a plethora of people and he just replied with a shrug. He’d always come home tired and annoyed by his coworkers and his patients that day. You couldn’t lie, though, they were interesting stories.

You’ve lived under the roof of the doctor for ages, as said before. The more you were drawn closer to him, the more your feelings shifted from platonic to romantic. You knew that Law wasn’t swinging towards you that way with the way he was suffocating at work, but you’d notice that he’d get a little flustered and go blank-minded whenever you did something nice for him. It could be something as simple as preparing him a cooked meal, recipes gifted by the one and only Vinsmoke Sanji, to taking him out on a day to take a break. Law loved how considerate you were, and he wished he wasn’t so busy to continue the nice moments you’d share with him. Considering Law made more money than you, he’d make it up to you by buying small gifts here and there. His excuse would always be something along the lines of “I had money to spare…” like he was embarrassed to show that he truly wanted to gift you for your kindness. Law would sometimes also see you knocked out on the couch, completely drained from your shifts, and carry you to bed without you noticing. You’d definitely catch on in the morning, but he’d act as if nothing happened.

Now, you were humming a tune with a sweet smile while you cleaned the kitchen after you prepared yet another loving meal for the missing doctor. He had a much longer shift today and you knew he’d be hungry as well as tired. Despite it being daylight outdoors, Law had been away for a whole 24-hour shift at the hospital. You wanted to make him feel extra special by cooking his favorite meal.

Behind, you heard the door knob jiggle and twist before swinging open. You were pleased to already know who entered the comfort of your home and you didn’t hesitate to exit the kitchen to greet the raven boy. Upon looking at him, he immediately crashed his leather bag onto the ground and kicked off his shoes. He seemed to be more than relieved to arrive home and see you all cheery at his presence.

“How did your shift go this time?” You asked with a cheeky smile, already knowing the answer. He tore off his lab coat to reveal his short, black button-up and inked arms. Rather ironic for being a doctor.

“Never wanted to quit my job so badly in my life” The man grumbled and exhaled, finally relieved to decompress from his occupation. He reached to pick up his neglected bag.

“How so?” You let out a small giggle before disappearing into the kitchen to show the stressed Law a plate of his favorite rice balls, but he was already tunnel-visioning his work.

“That idiot Strawhat-ya decided to get admitted to the hospital after a fight and…” Law sighed in pure annoyance, you could sense it from the kitchen. “He can never not cause chaos… Of course, I had to do a procedure on him”

Law explained. This wasn’t the first time the guy explained his annoyance for the scruffy boy named Luffy, nicknamed Strawhat for his iconic headwear. Law paced around the room, explaining the ruckus Luffy caused at his job and constantly saying things like "He's so aggravating!" or "I can't believe him!"

“I have to finish a lot of paperwork, I’m so sorry I can’t have dinner yet” Law apologized, de-escalating his anger. Despite his sour attitude, he looked sincere knowing you had probably spent time on it. You frowned.

“You can’t just procrastinate a little? I made your favorite” You tried convincing. Law just rubbed the back his his neck.

“No, just wanna get this over with” You heard his voice slowly fade down the hallway that led to the office he constantly stays in.

“Leave whatever you made in the fridge! I’ll promise I’ll eat it!”

You just removed your hand from the plate of rice balls and let them sit in the fridge they previously stayed on. You weren’t heartbroken or saddened Law didn’t stay for dinner like he usually does, you were more so concerned. Law would typically spend a few moments with you to eat. You’d share small talk about each other's day and you could’ve sworn you’d be able to put a small smile on his face at the end of it. Without that, it made you think about what you could do to snap Law out of his stressful trance.

You sat on the couch on your phone for a few moments to think about it, but soon enough you had a bugging nerve to check in on Law. You’d never disturb him during his working hours but this time you decided to take an impulsive action. You swung open his shut tight door to reveal a dimly lit room, the only thing illuminating the entire room was a small lamp on his desk. Despite your intrusion, Law didn’t flinch or remove his busy eyes from his paperwork. He just sighed.

“What is it, (F/N)-ya?” He spoke in a monotone voice and just continued scribbling down on sheets of paper. It seemed to really annoy him and you assumed the paperwork involved the scruffy Strawhat.

“How’s your… work?” You asked awkwardly. Law combed his printed fingers through his noir locks and dropped his pen.

“Terrible. I just want to burn it all” Law hissed. You saw him flip through each and every one, getting more and more annoyed as the amount increased. “I should’ve transferred that idiot to a different hospital…”

“I see… When you’re finished, I was wondering if we could watch a movie. It’s been forever!” You giggled. Law tried not to carve a smile at your enthusiasm, but the sheer amount of work is the very thing to his decline.

“I can’t, I think I’m going to be at this for a while before you head to bed” Those words made you frown. You wish you could remove all the stress from him for his own sake as well as your own.

“Don’t kill yourself over this work, Law” You gave him a small smile. You eyed his chair and realized the seat looked increasingly uncomfortable. You raised an eyebrow.

“Does your back hurt at all?” You abruptly asked. Your random question finally had Law made eye contact with you, but his head was still tilted toward his desk.

“Whaddya' talking about?”

“Your chair looks uncomfortable as hell. It might as well be a torture chamber”

Law peered to his office chair which was just a regular wheeled chair with thin cushioning. It was a decent chair to relax on, but not to stay seated for hours on end like Law.

“It does its job, I guess. Besides, I take painkillers” He went right back to scribbling like his life depended on it. You grumbled.

“I’m starting to think you need a doctor” You teased before leaving the room. Before Law could scold you for your demeanor you quickly left the room. You giggled as soon as you heard Law scream on the other side of the room, saying; “What do you mean by that!?”

You stood behind the door for a few moments before you quickly decided on what you could do to make Law ease up just a bit.

・❥・

Law didn’t realize he had been so focused on working. He felt like it was just a few minutes ago when he heard you yell ‘Law, I’ll be right back’. Now, you just arrived back home and he heard the door swing open from his office. He flicked his wrist toward him to reveal he was working for over an hour on his watch. He grumbled, seeing as how he still wasn’t done despite the length it took him to do it.

He was pleased to hear you made it home safe, but he didn’t budge from his desk. He felt himself slowly carve a smile when he heard your faint humming and bag rustling from the kitchen which wasn’t far. Then, he faintly heard footsteps.

“(F/N)-ya, I’m still busy-“

His face was met with red and plush. He flinched, causing a minor hiccup from his pen, and dropped it. Law could hear your manic giggles as he pulled away the plush.

“What the-…” Law made eye contact with whatever was thrown straight at his face. He raised an eyebrow at the bright red heart pillow in his hands that also had… arms?

“(F/N), what the hell is this?” He asked, continuing to analyze its rather odd features. Despite it being rather questionable, it was rather soft.

“I thought I’d buy you something since your day was pretty rough… And your chair sucks” You proudly placed your hands on your hips. Law turned his eyes to you before flickering them back at the plush.

With those words, as confuddled as he was, he swore he couldn't stop himself from blushing. He quickly tilted his head revealing the fact yet another kind gesture made his heart skip a beat. Law felt like squeezing the thing until its plush popped right out.

“…What’s with the arms?” Law finally asked, questioning the entire plush and its odd choice of design.

“Ikea, sorry” You giggled. Your humorous giggle made Law carve an amused smile and you could clearly see it. It caused a small tint of blush to form on your cheeks. “Do you like it?”

Law gave it a tender squeeze with his palms before placing it on his bed, the hugging arms springing once it made contact. He cleared his throat to prevent any further flustered emotions from seeping through.

“It’s… nice,” He said ever so casually. He sat back down in his brick chair and wheeled into his desk. “Thank you, (F/N)-ya…”

You hummed, shutting the door behind you. As soon as Law heard the click of the door, he bolted to his bed to tightly hug the gifted organ to his chest. He buried his gushing smile behind it as well as his tinted cheeks. Despite the odd arms, he greatly appreciated your kindness to him. He was afraid he’d expose his feelings about you right there and then if you stayed any longer. As his eyes trailed along the brightly colored plush, he began to ponder. There was no point in being so implicit about his feelings. This gift was a transparent way of saying you care about him more than he thought you did. He regretted pushing you away constantly for his work. With that, with the plush in hand, he exited his office.

There you were, laid back on the couch with a relaxed expression. You hadn’t expected Law to come out of his office at all, especially with the new gift you gave him in his arms. His cheeks looked more pigmented than a sickly bedridden patient he’d dealt with. You sat up almost immediately and formed a smile.

“Finally out, huh?”

Law averted eye contact, still flustered and embarrassed. He just plopped down next to you, rather close at that. You raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was going here instead of his dark office.

“Shut up…” He grumbled. “Play that movie…”

Law said, getting comfortable under the blanket that was draped along the couch. You stared at him with wide eyes that refused to make eye contact with you. You beamed before you flicked on the movie you were excited to watch with the busy boy.

About halfway, Law noticed you were falling asleep while he was wide-eyed awake. He gulped, wanting to make a rather bold move to you. He saw you jerking your head every now and then from your low energy. Once he saw you scare yourself awake from almost falling face-first into the coffee table in front, Law pulled an arm around your shoulders to lay on his chest. Safe to say you were no longer tired thanks to your rapid heartbeat. You could faintly hear his own.

Meanwhile, Law was internally screaming in his head wondering why the hell he decided to do that bold of a move on you. Seeing as how you didn’t object or call him out on his odd behavior, his internal battle began to die down. The plush lingered right in between both of you, like a token of your newfound relationship.

“Get some rest, (F/N)-ya” You could’ve sworn you heard Law slightly stammer before he could formulate his sentence. You felt a palm caress your arm and head for a few moments. Your tiredness soon came flooding back.

Law had adjusted in his seat to get comfortable himself, knowing he’d soon follow you and your sleep. He’d never felt this tired before. He’d have trouble falling asleep due to his insane insomnia but with you in his arms, a wave of fatigue came flooding forward. Maybe it was your body's warmth. Maybe it was the way he could feel your calm breath on his chest from your peaceful slumber. Maybe it was because Law had passionate feelings for you. He couldn’t decide, considering he was now fast asleep on the couch with his arms now wrapped around you.

Law never slept better that night.

All listening and ownership belong to Eiichiro Oda

[onepiece-polls]

One Piece Crack Ship Poll - Round 2 Side D

Saby art by @cephalopodux

Propaganda under the cut.

Saby:

Why vote sabo and coby? Sabo dedicates his whole life fighting against the system, coby dedicates his whole life to serving the people. This is a ship about ideals, about helping people, about the reluctant acceptance that yes, this person from the other side thats supposed to be my enemy has the same opinions as me. Sabo at the top of the revolutionaries, coby steadily rising through marine ranks. That alone makes for an incredibly fun dynamic. they‘d be like schroedingers divorce, they‘re together they‘re divorced, they‘ve never been together. They live completely different lives that sometimes briefly and intensely clash. Not fun enough? Coby joins sword. Which means he‘s given up proper position as a marine to help people without having to follow commands. He‘s allowed to do what he wants but at the same time the government can drop him at any time and that‘s a risk he‘s willing to take because his dream isn’t just being a marine, it‘s being a good one. What i‘m saying is the organisation sword just has a fascinating relationship to justice and helping people that so strongly overlaps with the RA and coby and sabo should kiss about it. There can also be some animosity in the beginning stages as a treat. Some being enemies. For funsies.

They'd be enemies on principal because of their respective organizations, but they have similar ideals and their love of luffy would bring them together! Theres so much potential for angst and yearning! Their jobs keep them incredibly busy, they're constantly putting their lives on the line, and the news is full of propaganda, so they're constantly stress reading the news and having to trust that their partner isn't committing atrocities.

SasaDrake: Dino boyfriends. Drake deserves a bear to love and cuddle with. Drake also has some daddy issues that Sasaki can probably fix (despite only being 1 year older). Drake feels like he has to be this tough, distant guy, but with Sasaki he can be soft, he can let himself feel. Honestly, I mainly see this working in AU settings. In a modern au they're both huge dinosour nerds and use that to bond over. But in canon, I can see them spending a night together after partying. A slip up, which they won't talk about at first (despite Sasaki trying to). After the whole fight at Onagashima, they part ways, but after a while, they find each other again and get together for real. Maybe Sasaki has decided not to be a pirate anymore, maybe Drake just doesn't care as long as he's a good (fish)man at heart.

[nnnyxie]

Okay wait wait wait

You know I adore fan!Reader but what if it was Writer!reader??? Like writing fanfiction about Izuku x reader or generally hero x reader and their blog is fairly popular (assuming they use Tumblr bc yes) reader is friends with maybe Denki And Sero through some weird as connections because they‘re just a random ass civilian but keep getting introduced to heros this way

Through that they get a better understanding of the heros personality’s and can write more realistic ffs >:) maybe they‘re Denkis roomie because reader is broke and denki needs someone to care for his pet or something while he’s away- and they‘re writing a Deku x reader fiction right now and then the doorbell rings and they leave their laptop open in the kitchen and get the door- IT‘S DEKU!! They blush and stammer, letting him in saying denki should be home soon

To their demise Deku is met with a life sitze cardboard cutout of Himself (he still towers over it) and reader hurriedly tries to hide it away with the other merch

As they are busy he notices the open laptop, he REALLY didn’t mean to snoop but…holy shit

The things he finds..he blushes and quickly returns to the living space (like living room open kitchen situation yk?) and quietly Sits on the couch, flustered

Something along those lines :)

#𖢥 izuku anon

wait bc this is literally genius and ily

you’re childhood best friends with denki <3

to save up some money, the two of y’all move in together after high school. he wants to start his own agency with sero and you wanna start your own thing!! (idk you choose??)

getting that out of the way.

denki never really let’s you know when people are coming over. he’s kinda annoying like that. it’s caused a lot of awkward moments and meetings.

like when you first met sero— you were cooking and screaming the lyrics to ‘kiss me through the phone’ by soulja boy when he walked in. it was… embarrassing to say the least.

but hey— you’re good friends now!!

anywaysss

for the first time ever!!! denki let you know that he had a friend coming over!! he didn’t say which one or what time but— at least he warned you???

you didn’t think much of it cause it was probably sero or kirishima, since they come over the most.

you heard a knock on the door— which was odd bc usually one of them would just burst in. they had their own keys— they were supposed to be emergency keys but still!! it was odd!!

ofc you were silly nd didn’t look through the peep hole!! (remember kids, always check before opening the door)

when you opened it you slammed it back shut.

“uhm— does— does denki live here?” the person asked through the door. you opened it again, “sorry… uh— yeah uhm… he does.” you tried to act cool but your stomach was twisting.

“i’m midoriya izuku. i was supposed to come over and help him with paperwork today… is he home?” you silently cursed denki for not telling you, your favorite hero would be coming over. “uhh not yet… he’ll be home in like,” you checked your phone, “uhm probably an hour or so.” you were shaking from anxiety. you weren’t prepared for this— at all.

“would it be alright if i waited?” he asked, very politely. you just gave a quick nod and let him inside.

you felt like running out the door cause like— what if you made a fool of yourself?? what if you make him uncomfortable??? what if he sees your merch of him??

wait— did you close your bedroom door?

you’d been in the living room all day so you had no need for it to be closed—

and your bedroom is very visible from the living room so it’s not like it mattered if it was or not—

your bedroom is very visible from the living room.

your posters. your plush of his mask. your sweatshirt.

the fucking cardboard cutout.

then— you remembered you also left your laptop open. with your current deku one-shot on display.

“oh, do you write?” izuku says, seeing your laptop open, luckily he was far enough away so that the words were fuzzy. “well! uhm!” you shouted, accidentally. you were just nervous, okay??

you clear your throat— “yes uh— yeah. i do.”

“that’s so cool! can i—” suddenly, you dashed towards your bedroom, remembering the big ass posters and cutout that were on complete display. “hah hah! sorry! uhh… had to uhm… close a door! bad omens!” izuku gave you a weird look but nodded in understanding. i mean, some people have different beliefs—

“so uhh you can go ahead and take a seat! i’ll be in the kitchen! let me know if you need something!” you grabbed your laptop, and beelined towards the kitchen. “uh yeah— thank you,” izuku was a bit upset, honestly. does he make you feel uncomfortable? do you have something against him? why are you acting like this?

it’d been hardly two minutes and izuku already got bored (he has autism & adhd, he told me)

so. he did what anyone would do and began to snoop!!

he quietly looked at the pictures hung throughout the apartment— they were mainly just you and denki, it made him wonder if the two of you were together.

but then he remembered that denki called you his best friend rather than significant other. (he smiled)

after he looked throughout the living room and hallway— he wanted to peak at the bathroom.

IT SOUNDS WEIRD— I KNOW!!!

BUT!!!!

the bathroom can tell a lot about someone. like the kind of soap you use can tell the sort of scent you like or how cleanly you are (if that makes sense).

or if you have paper towels rather than a bath towel can tell whether you are cautious when it comes to ‘cross contamination’ (lord knows you wouldn’t want to share a drying rag with denki).

“uhm, excuse me?” izuku peaks through the doorway of the kitchen. you tense, “uh— yes?” “where’s the bathroom?” “it’s uhm down the hallway to the left.”

he smiles and thanks you. then makes his way towards the bathroom.

now. you see— the way the apartment is set up is odd.

your bedroom door is on the left but!! it’s tilted.

(i’m terrible with descriptions so here’s a few examples)

anyways. yeah. that’s how it is.

so i think you know where i’m going with this.

now YOU’D THINK !!!! he’d know that the left meant the LEFT left and not the TILTED left. but, no.

though, it’s understandable!! the setup is a little confusing.

he creeps on down the hallway, once again looking at the pictures of you and denki.

once he reaches the tilted left door, he opens it. he’s met with a, slightly shorter, cardboard cutout of him. as well as multiple posters and a few strawn out sweatshirts.

so that’s why.

he feels a blush come on. his entire face feels like it’s on fire and his ears burn as well.

izuku quietly closes your bedroom door and goes to sit back on the couch.

while that all happened, your nerves began to settle and you hyped yourself up to go bring him a glass of water— and maybe start a conversation.

“uhm— i thought that maybe, you’d like some water,” you walked in with two cups. he was a little sweaty— and still very red. he stuttered out a ‘thank you’ and basically chugged the water.

“how long have you known denki?” you ask, feeling stupid because, he’s probably known him since UA.

“oh— uhm i’ve known him since we were about… fifteen, i think? what— what about you?” his face was still very red. it started to make you nervous. “we’ve been friends since we were eight… next door neighbors and all that.” he gave a nod and began tapping his foot. his nervousness was rubbing off on you.

“so uh… what’s it like being a hero?” his tapping instantly stopped— and his energy changed. it was like he lit up. “well— it’s different for everyone! for me, it’s amazing. i love being a hero. i love helping people and being able to see their happy faces after rescuing them. i’ve always wanted to make people happy, and save them all with a smile. kind of like all might. now that i’m able to— i feel so full.” izuku smiled, staring at his hands that rested in his lap. “being able to do this all— being able to be a hero— i just feel so happy.” izuku smiled and looked back up, meeting your eyes.

“and, i love getting to meet my amazing fans.” he held a sort of hint in his eyes— almost saying ‘i know’.

eeee this was pretty fun!!

i’ll be so real, i wrote some of this when i was tipsy

[dereliction-if]

On a scale of one to ten how resistant the ROs are to a MC with puppy dog eyes 🥺

The Power of Puppy Eyes - Gotchu! Thanks for the lovely Q!

Beware: Those Puppy Eyes might get you in trouble ;) Here's the ranking and insight: Resistance to Puppy Eyes LOW (1) to Resistance to Puppy Eyes HIGH (10) The Heir - Princess Sonea / Prince Solas Crushing Stage: 3 Relationship Stage: 2

They pretend to seriously consider dismissing you, but they fail miserably, chuckling. Highly amused by your cute try they add with a smirk „Ok, but you owe me.“, followed by a wink. „How much trouble will this mean? Do I need to get us backup or warn Theodore?“

The Commander - Cedric Mallory Crushing Stage: 9 Relationship Stage: 8 They look you up and down. „Ask somebody else.“ You stay right where you are and you can see them - just for a fleeting moment - considering it. Then they go back to doing whatever they were doing before. - Maybe next time. 

The Sovereign - Amara Dougal Crushing Stage: 10 Relationship Stage: 8 „Does this normally work for you?“, the arrogance in her tone a clear warning. You better get going, asap, because she doesn’t entertain any such idea of manipulation and they‘re way better at this game than you. If you decide to stay, your relationship being somewhat stable, she might add „I am not your mummy…“, her lips twitching imperceptibly, a mere hint of a smile playing at the corner of her mouth as she hushes you away.

The Mage - Jia Crushing Stage: 1 Relationship Stage: 1 „Consider it done! Let me just catch my bag.“ Not a second of doubt or question here. What you want or need will be achieved - together. And if there’s danger involved, they’ll make sure to get both of you out in one piece.

The Mercenary - Havu Guillame Crushing Stage: 7 Relationship Stage: 7 „What is it? Oh, forget it. No. Go away.“ You don’t go. They roll their eyes at you. „I said Go. Don’t make this any more awkward for us… More than it is already.“ You still don’t go. Their fingers go to the bridge of their nose and they shake their head „I did not sign up for this…“ Checking their dagger quickly, they ready themselves before helping out with whatever stupid idea you had in mind. Again.

The Knight - Daria Baran / Darius Baran Crushing Stage: 8 Relationship Stage: 4 „Before you even continue… Ask yourself, is it necessary? Is it worth the risk? If your answer to both is anything but a solid YES, then take those puppy eyes and leave.“ You don’t leave. Obviously. You stare at each other for a very long moment and you can see them pondering. Then they sigh, „Fine.“

[auroragehenna]

How about an ask for your OC soup bingo?

Non-con body mod

with Harmonia and Electra

Would that be something?

Have fun with that!

Non-con Body Modification

OC soup Bingo

Harmonia had never moved much in her sleep. Not when she was still living with her stuck-up family, not during her time working as a hit-woman and not now, being prisoner of a demon. She lay rolled together near the fireplace. Despite the fire burning 24/7 she never seemed to be able to warm up. Goosebumps and stiffness always being a part of her body. Just as now the fresh bruises, cuts and scars from Electra‘s lightning strikes. Her face was the only thing that truly seemed relaxed as she slept. Beautiful brown wings covering her body, trying desperately to warm it. Subconsciously the muscles stretched, reaching for the warmth of the crackling flames. A little further. Just a little more.

A scream tore through the stone cell room as Harmonia jerked out of her sleep and away from the glowing embers. Panting heavily she pressed her burned wing close to her body.

Then she heard footsteps echo across the king‘s blue marble floor outside her cell room door.

Oh no no no no no no! She can‘t see this, no no! I’ve only gotten a few hours of sleep after the last torture!

Quickly she scrambled back stretching her wings out behind her despite the pain. She needed a story. Now!

| Electra sighed as she stopped in front of her newest doll‘s room and unlocked it. She had only just put her to bed a couple hours before. Hoping to encounter nothing more during her patrol. But alas let‘s see what it was. |

Harmonia had started shaking when she heard the sound or the door unlocking. Which was so twisted-she should be happy to be let our of her prison room…

„My dear doll, what‘s going on? I heard a scream.“, the demoness asked sternly.

The angel gulped and straightened her back. Meeting the demon‘s gaze. „I just had a nightmare and got scared, I apologize for screaming.“

Electra cocked an eyebrow. „I also heard metal clanking. You‘re not by any chance lying to me, are you, doll?“, she asked, threat lacing her stern composed words.

Harmonia‘s wings flapped, a nervous tick she couldn’t control as usual. „N-No. I hit my wing on the metal gate of the fireplace in the process but I didn‘t damage it, I promise!“, she explained hastily. Not a complete lie…

As those gorgeous fluffy feathers of her doll rustled the demoness‘s eyes snapped to the wingtips. Completely by accident, instinct. And only for a moment but that was enough. Something was wrong. Determined she stepped forward.

The angel scrambled further back as her captor stepped forth and pulled her wings back, framing her body, to seem more intimidating. Ready to fight. But by doing so she also revealed the charred feathers. Realizing it far too late.

The demon‘s silvery blue eyes grew even colder as far as that was even possible. „So you did lie to me…I’m too tired to be mad, but I am disappointed.“

Ouch! Why did that hurt? Maybe because it sounded like my mother. My entire family for that matter. Disappointed. And now she was gonna get hurt again. Harmonia dropped her head, gaze getting fixed onto the stone floor.

„Now let‘s take care of those burned feathers.“, Electra spoke again. Very much noticing her angels hurt behaviour. It was good progress.

Harmonia‘s head snapped up. What!? „It‘s alright, I can take care of them they‘re only a bit charred. And I don‘t want to keep you up!“ I don‘t want you near my wings!!

„Nonsense it‘ll heal a lot nicer if I’m doing it. You don‘t have magic.“

As if I needed a reminder of that. But she submitted to her fate and relaxed her wings, laying them bare for Electra.

„Don‘t worry, I‘ll be gentle.“ She smiled at Harmonia as she sat down next to her on the stone floor. Legs splayed out legerly, as if this was some elegant couch and not bare, dusty stone. Carefully she let her fingers dance over the injured wing tips, as if she was playing a harp.

Slowly but surely the char residue on them started to disappear and the burn in the muscles and the thin skin over them relaxed and cooled down.

The angel couldn’t help it when a groan of relief escaped her lips.

Electra chuckled. „Feels good, doesn‘t it, my dear doll? It could be like this a lot more, you know? If you would just..let me.“, she explained. Purposely underlining her words by stroking some of the sensitive, uninjured feathers on the side. A checking side glance told her that her doll had closed her eyes.

The wings were healing well and Electra would have no issue healing them completely-making them appear the exact same as they had looked before. But where would be the profit in that. So she purposely healed them so it would leave messy-ugly scars. When she was done she pulled her girl closer into her lap and hugged her, being gracious with warmth and gentleness. It would surely go a long way. „I can‘t fully heal it in a way that would leave no scars unfortunately. But I do know a way to take care of the scars that would make them less bad. Less of a reminder for both of us, don‘t you think?“, the demoness asked her angel. Nodding down at her.

Harmonia still had her eyes closed. Pressed close by now actually. She didn‘t want to see-didn‘t want to acknowledge that the one giving out this gentle touch and taking care of her was the same one that had tortured her only hours prior. She didn‘t want anything done to her wings. Angel wings aren‘t meant to be toyed with, ever! But she didn‘t want to argue, didn‘t want to lose this gentle touch and warmth. She was so exhausted. It would probably really be better for both of them. So still with closed eyes she nodded.

„Use your words, my doll. I don‘t want to accidentally hurt you because you were unclear.“, Electra gently warned her. Voice by no means matching the sadistic grin that adorned her lips as she looked down at her doll. It‘s not like she had to hide it right now.

Harmonia wanted to die inside. Maybe she already had. „Can you please. take care of the scars on my wings…?“

„Of course I can, my dearest.“, Electra agreed delighted. Giving Harmonia a kiss on her pink wild hair. Then she went back to dancing her fingertips over Harmonia‘s wings. Making it feel oh so good as she itched the pattern into the wings. Gold markings, lines and stains seemingly randomly stretching out over the whole wing-both of them. Covering up the scars and turning the beautifully unique wings into an even bigger art piece. As if somebody poured gold into the cracks. The same way she had done with her floors whenever they had cracked. So Harmonia knew she never had to be worried about imperfections as long as she tried to avoid them. As long as she came to her to let her help. And admit that she wanted her help.

Eventually after she had already been done with marking the wings and had just continued petting them her doll had fallen back asleep in her lap. This was so much progress that the demoness decided not to wake her. She called for a maid to bring her pillows and blankets and so they both stayed like that for the rest of the night…

In the morning Harmonia slowly awoken to somebody touching her hair. Groggily she jerked away and tried to scramble out of reach but a gentle but firm arm wrapped around her waist and pinned her where she was. „Now now, no need to panic it‘s only me“ Electra‘s voice sneaked itself though her ears and Harmonia shivered upon hearing it. As if that‘s in any way reassuring! The demoness informed her that she had stayed with her after fixing her wings, as she had fallen asleep. Right. My wings. How are the-She had pulled her wings fourth to look at them and her breath caught in her throat. The brown, HER brown was laced with gold specks and lines! It was so..different!

„Do you like it?“, Electra asked, smiling down at her doll sweetly.

I HATE it. She thought. Take it away, take it away, get it off of me. Those are my wings, mine. What did you do to them!? But she couldn‘t show her emotions, she‘d only get in trouble again. So she gulped down the vomit and tears. All the hurt and how violated she felt. „It‘s beautiful and I can‘t see the scars anymore. Thank you.“, she managed to coax out. Voice rough from sleep and emotions.

Electra wound a hand through her dolls hair and cupped her cheek. „You very welcome, my dearest. Now you should get ready and so must I. I shall tend to you later.“, she said as she stood up. Leaving the room to see after her other dolls.

Harmonia kept sitting. She had nowhere to go until the maid came for her. She couldn’t cry, didn‘t feel that she had the right to either. After all she agreed to it! But it didn‘t change how it felt inside, didn‘t change that she hated it more than she would have hated the scars. That she wanted to tear the markings off her wings. Her wings HER wings. That didn‘t feel like her wings anymore. That she wanted to tear them off her back. She felt sick.

[bigmack2go]

What ties us together

For the @newsiesficchallenges (possibly maybe idek tbh i might delete this later because i‘m not sure anyone except me will get what i‘m trynna say)

The newsies don’t have time to think about who loves who. If they love, they love. They’re outcasts anyways, they can’t afford to hate people for doing the opposite.

Honestly probably most of them are queer. Again, for the same reason they can’t afford to be picky. They’re lucky if anyone likes them at all…(And it’s not like they can control it)

They also don’t break up if someone likes someone else. Again this is for the same reason. Plus: as long as the person still loves them, why would they care if they like someone else too?

In fact, some of them like the person their partner likes as well!

Like Race, Albert and Spot. They‘re all in a relationship with each other. Spot and Race, Race and Al, and Al and Spot. Albert and Spot only met because of Race but they really klicked.

But for some of them it’s just one relationship.

Like Bumlets, Skittery and Swifty.

They’re in a realationship. One relationship.

If Albert, Spot and Race conexted by a string, they would each have two strings, one in each that connects them to one of the others, whereas Bumlets, Skittery and Swifty would have one long string which they all hold.

Also Finch would have been holding onto a string in Alberts mouth or something but they lost that string with time or maybe it changed colors

Sniper would have two strings. One in each hand, Tommy would hold one and Smalls would hold one but Smalls and Tommy wouldn’t hold one together. If they would, it would be a different color. Tommy Boy would also have two strings. His other one would lead to Barneys hand.

Let’s say the string between Tommy and Sniper, Sniper and Smalls and Tommy and Barney was red, and the one between Tommy and Smalls was green, the one between Barney and sniper would be purple. And he would have no string to Smalls.

Barney and Sniper have a weird thing going on to be honest, they don’t even know it them selves…

Anyway Barney would have also have a blue one like, Albert and Finch would, (except theirs might actually fade to green) to Pie eater, talking about those:

Then of course there would be Pie-eater, Snoddy and Jake who also all hold on to one string but it would be purple as well. Pie eater and Snoddy might also hold another purple one with only the two of them as well actually but that doesn’t mean they let go to the longer one with Jake.

Sure, maybe some people don’t like their wires being tangled, like Davey and Jack, but as long as they’re string doesn’t get caught up in that, why would they care about the other ones?

So, honestly? Yes. Yes, they would just live in a constant net if they all had strings in their hands at all times but who says that a knot is a bad thing? Plus, it’s not like there’s actually any string (unless you’re into that) so no one’s gonna get trapped.

[skipper1331]

Lost and found // Patri Guijarro

a/n: based off this request. Please enjoy :D

"Shit!" looking though your bag, you frantically searched for your keys. "Shit, shit, shit" You've looked in every opening of your bag but just couldn't find it. Everything important was on your bunch of keys, car keys, keys to your apartment, for the garage, keys for your childhood home, everything. "¿Qué pasa?" your favorite spaniard asked as she walked to you after seeing your stressed out face. She placed her hand on your back, an innocent act to calm you down. "My keys! I don‘t where they are!" Defeated you sat down, arms crossed. Where had you put them? "Why are you so stressed? Here, there they are" Patri wiggled with them in front of your face, grinning.

"Ah! What? How?"

"Maybe you should check your jacket the next time" the midfielder whispered in your ear, answering your question. She pressed her lips against your temple for a quick peck before she walked back to her cubby, Mapi and Alexia sharing a look.

-

"Fucking hell" you grumbled, looking for your phone. You could‘ve sworn you had it a second ago. You searched in the kitchen, your bedroom, the bathroom, everywhere. The only phone you found was Patris which was in the kitchen. As you entered the living room the spaniard sat on the couch, some movie playing in the backround. Your hands rummaged around on the couch, desperately looking for your phone. "What‘re you looking for?"

"My phone" you whined, turning around every cushion while the midfielder started to laugh. "Here," she gave you your phone which she had in her hands the whole time. How did you not notice? "I asked you if I could play my game on your phone and then you gave it to me"

Embarassed, you slapped your hands on your face, hidding behind them. How could you forget that? Patri was obsessed with that one game you had on your phone, she always asked if she could play and you never say no. "Don‘t hide that beautiful face of yours" her hands placed themselves on your hips, pulling you down so you sat on her lap.

The two of you weren‘t together but also not just friends, there had been a few sneaky, stolen kisses yet nothing more. "You can‘t keep losing your stuff, one day you‘ll get lost yourself" she whispered, her thumb drawing circles on your hip.

"I‘m trying" you mumbled as your head fell on her shoulder.

-

"But I had it the whole time" Patri told Pina, Mapi and Alexia in their native language. She found it too amusing how you dramatically looked for your phone yesterday. The three spaniards laughed at the story. "maybe you should help her look again" Pina stated as you rummaged through your bag.

"No! No, no, no" full of worry, you searched for your shin pads, you needed them.

"Wanna bet in 5 seconds Patri finds what she’s looking for?" Mapi challegened her team mates "we know you would win, look" la reina replied, nodding her head in your direction.

"They‘re made for each other, don‘t you think?" the young striker asked. Mapi with a mischief smile on her face looked at Alexia, her patner in crime, before she answered, "Sí"

-

"Not again!" you were angry and annoyed. No, this time it wasn‘t your phone what you‘re looking for nor your keys or any football related stuff, you‘re missing your headphones.

You unpacked every single thing out of your bag - nothing.

You looked in your jacket pockets - nothing. Trouser pocket - nothing. (They wouldn’t have fit in there but you looked there anyways)

Where could they be?!

"Cariño, what‘re looking for this time?" she smiled sympathetically at you. Sometimes she thought you would lose your head if it wasn't attached to your body. "My headphones!"

She took a step towards you, her hands went around your neck, not touching it though, but the headphones that were around it. She pulled them up, placing them on your ears. "There you go" she whispered, her hands now resting at your neck. "Thank you" you gazed in her eyes, the most beautiful you had ever seen.

"They would kiss each other If they weren‘t in the locker room" Mapi stated.

"They‘re clearly in love" Pina chipped in.

"I can only agree" said Alexia.

-

Please pick up, please pick up

"Y/n?" the sleepy voice of Patri rasped through the phone "Patri!"

"Do you know what time it is? It‘s 3am!"

"I‘m sorry, okay? But i- i don‘t know where I am and my phone will die soon" within in seconds the spaniard was wide awake, already out of bed. "What?!"

"I’m lost. Please can you get me?"

"What do you see?"

You told her about your surroundings - she knew where you were. Immediately, she ran to her car. Why the fuck would you be outside at 3 in the morning? Alone! She was furios. She ignored the speed limit, there was hardly anyone on the streets at that time anyway. Her only concern: you. How could you be so stupid and go out at that late at night. It‘s dark and your sense of direction was as good as Mapis signing. Horrible.

You sat on a bench, waiting for Patri, there was barely light, the only one came from the moon. When a car pulled up, you turned around but didn't get up. A few cars had already passed you, none of them the girl you‘re waiting for.

The car stopped abruptly as she drove onto the path which lead to you. An angry Patri stormed out of the car towards you. "Are you crazy?!" the spaniard shouted as she walked to you, "What were you thinking?" The girl was angry, more than angry. You opened your mouth to explain but- "Don‘t! Get in the car" crushed, you looked at her but followed her command, your head hung low, your eyes fixed on the floor. That was until you realized someting "no, please, no" you whispered, your hands went in all your pockets - no keys. "Don‘t you dare to say you‘ve lost your keys" Patri said as she saw how your hands went in every pocket.

"I haven‘t lost them, they‘re at home"

"Dios mío, Y/n! One time, one time where you don‘t lose your stuff!"

"It‘s not my fault!" Now, you were getting upset. You get that she was mad at you because you woke her up and she had to drive here but there was no need to yell at you for being forgetful - you weren‘t forgetful per se you just lose your stuff and don‘t know where it was. "Who‘s fault is it then? Hm?"

"Mapi‘s!"

"¿Que?"

Now, the spaniard was confused. Why - How could it be Mapis fault? "If she hadn‘t said that stuff, i would be in bed!"

"You lose your stuff quite often huh?" the spanish defender asked as she took a seat beside you. "And Patri always knows where it is" you looked at her confused, what was she talking about? "Kinda like soulmates, don‘t you think?" she slipped her arm over your shoulders "you‘re in love with her, aren‘t you?"

"What?"

"And she‘s in love with you" she was smiling at you but you couldn‘t tell If it was a nice one or the smiles where after that blackmail would come. "It‘s cute, you know, everyone knows you’re made for each other."

"What are you talking about?"

"Gosh! You‘re always on my mind! And today was no difference but that Mapis words haunted me. That I‘m in love with you and that you’re in love with me, that we‘re soulmates because I always lose my stuff and you find it," you couldn’t stop talking, everything bubbled out of you, "I- i couldn‘t sleep so i went for a run or a walk - i don‘t know and then I got lost. I didn‘t know who to call so I called you. Look, I know you’re mad and I know it‘s three in the morning but please stop yelling at me." you were walking up and down, trying to catch your breath.

"Are you? In love with me?" she took a step towards you, stopping you in your track as she placed her arms around your hips. "Gosh Patri! We kissed one- multiple times nothing more. Don‘t be so cocky" you couldn’t describe how you felt, you felt angry and upset and so caught up in your thoughts.

"I am in love with you" she pulled your body against her own before she pressed you against the car. "I‘m in love with you since the first time you lost something" her eyes met yours, yourself still rambling about Mapis words, your own feelings and the key you had forgotten at home. "You hear me?" She pushed herself more in to yourself, her hand up to rest on your cheek - you stopped talking. "I‘m in love with you. And those kisses weren‘t nothing. They were everything," she whispered against your lips, an inch away. You could feel her breath, "i don‘t care If you lose stuff but i care about you" pulling back again, a respectable amount of space between your lips. "Do you know how terrifying it is when you get a call at 3am from the girl you love who‘s telling you that she‘s lost!" her voice got louder before it got more quiet again, "Amor, I was worried not mad at you about waking me up" your mouth agape, not believing what she‘s saying. Your brain couldn‘t process everything, only the one thing that was the most important "you love me?"

"Yeah, of course I do"

You lunge forward, pressing your lips against the spaniards, a kiss so desperately needed. Your hands grabbed her neck, pulling her impossibly closer, her hands around your waist, tightening every now and then. It was euphoric. "I do, too" you whispered against her mouth before pulling her back in.

Lost and found.

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[anantaru]

This isn’t a request by any mean but more of a question because me and my friend are divided on it. If the gf of zhongli or childe decided to leave after they neglected her, would they even notice ? Idk why we always group them together with how they’re always busy and all over the world. Childe sends letter every month to his family and sees them couple of times a year which doesn’t mean he’ll see his gf more than them and zhongli is a grumpy lost old man lol.

She says they’ll notice after maybe two months of no response, while I think they wouldn’t until she’s married with kids.

hello! so, i don‘t completely agree. i feel like zhongli, the whole "he‘s an old man" like it‘s a meme, but come on now this man has so much experience, i don‘t think he‘d do that, ever. like the idea of him getting into a relationship only for that to happen, especially since his life isn‘t really busy anyways and i don‘t see him as someone who‘d randomly commit to a person and then end up neglecting them. he‘s devoted, he would do anything to make you happy that it can be a little scary. like this man lives for you, in a sense, you ignoring him or going your own path while still being in a relationship, i think he‘d realise right away, especially since relationships don‘t work that way like there‘s talking, understanding each other, being vulnerable, communicating, just leaving or neglecting is so childish ??? that‘s not how it works.

with childe, i do see what you mean, in contrast to zhongli, he is very busy as a harbinger and the sending letters thing yeah. i feel like if childe ends up neglecting his significant other, and lets say he does send you letters just like he does for his family, he tries his best but he wouldn‘t intentionally ignore you or be an ass, it’s more of a problem because he can’t come see you very often and sending letters only does that much. childe is such a family man and doesn‘t strike me in that manner of just straight up fully neglecting you tho.

it‘s expected that if you‘re both committed, you will set up plans for the long distance relationship and it would be hard, if it‘s then ending in a break-up or you pulling through, it can honestly go both ways. but i don‘t think he‘d not realise, if you‘re his partner, he sees you as family, he doesn‘t just "forget" because of work or do you see him forget his family? he talks about them constantly like i can just imagine childe being annoying to everyone while gushing about how perfect his s/o is.

so yeah, that‘s just my opinion though, they‘re both grown ups, they carry themselves very well and there‘s no thing such as months long neglect and all that when you‘re in a committed relationship for them without at least a little sign of them still caring, before that they‘ll take the mature route and probably break-up instead of causing you pain.🩷