#sadly i suck at writing 💔

[quintiliusheartripper]

This was originally for a charrtober a few years back. I still want to do a comic on octavos

[celuere]

I don't know if you have done this already, but could you do hc of vampire Arlecchino? I literally can't stop thinking about this.

Been on a Vampire!Arle brainrot for the last days and UGHHHHHHHHHHJJ DMMNKANDNQND the way she can suck me DRY. Like in my poll I did a few weeks back about what I should write next, I mentioned the option of a Vampire!Arle x Hunter!reader and let me indulge you in my scheming and what you can expect.

Most Vampire Hunter works I’ve read, they somehow always end up being human. Barely a match for a vampire BUT what speaks against another mythical creature hunting for the blood suckers? A Fae for example?

Now, Fae‘s are- well, Faeries just without the wings. Possessing over the same supernatural abilities of a vampire along with a wide range of elemental powers, light/shadow manipulation etc. and over a VERY long lifespan. Known to be unnaturally beautiful beings and their blood-

Their blood is known to be absolutely delectable.

So there is the Hunter Organization of the Fae and the Fatui Clan. The oldest and most dangerous Vampire Clan with its eleven Fatui Harbingers, Arle being a human-turned-vampire through the Tsaritsa and NOW I can get to my headcanons. I sadly can’t go into much details or else I would spoil the plot of my Vampire Arle work💔

slightly suggestive, MDNI

Still hosting the HotH, the orphans being either Vampire fledglings or human children which she had to turn in order for them to survive. She helps them accustom to their life for example how to control and manage their bloodthirst, how to choose their prey correctly and feast on them without killing them accidentally.

Now, since Vampires age completely different than humans, I’d say Arle would have the physical appearance of a 35 yo old woman while already being +1000 years old, meaning she counts as an ancient Vampire already

Actually rarely goes hunting for human blood and prefers animals, but since their blood isn’t as nutritious as human blood, she has to drink way more often than her colleagues. Sometimes if she DOES get hungry for something other than animals she goes out and snatches the first pretty thing on the street she can find.

She‘s a good drinker. Making sure the victim is passed out and buries her fangs into a spot that’s less hurtful, she might be a monster but that doesn’t mean she has to act like one.

Oh but when she gets her hands on the pretty hunter fae that’s been on her ass for the past decades… she may never want anything else. (I don’t wanna spoiler too much😌)

Vampire‘s have their own laws. Some of them for example is that they have a STRICT hierarchy and I mean STRICT. Like an ordinary dude disrespecting her out of nowhere? That‘s a dead man. That also means that the head of the Fatui Clan - the Tsaritsa - has utmost authority. Her word IS the law. That’s not even something Arlecchino wants to defy… well maybe she’ll make an exception for you.

She is possessive of her prey. I mean that with all my heart. Once a Vampire claimed ownership over a certain individual, it‘s by Vampire law their very own property. Any inappropriate approaches by someone else of her kind is deemed hostile and she IS allowed to get rid of them, no matter their status. And she will.

I think I’d be funny to see her turn into a cute little bat. She‘d be so adorable.

She does frown at Childe whenever he just takes a drink in front of her, like no- she doesn’t wanna see that.

But on the other she could not care LESS if Columbina is sitting in front of her and drinking her third man of the day dry. Nuh uh, she doesn’t drink from pretty ladies, she thinks they’re too precious.

A teasing little shit when she gets to have a taste of you. Having you neatly seated in her lap, bare neck exposed to her- goodness you look beautiful when you wait for her to get a drink of you.

Her hands CANNOT stay in one place once she sunk her teeth into your skin. Grabbing onto your hips, then the next they’re running through your hair, opening up your ponytail so she can grab a better handful to tug your head back.

She‘d never just drink from one spot. After your neck she‘d take your hand gently into hers and guides it up to her lips before she buries her fangs into your wrist. Crossed-pupils always watching you, analyzing you before you eventually grow limp from her intake of blood, that’s when she‘ll stop.

She‘d get a drink by biting straight into your tit or your inner thigh but maybe that’s just me.

Afterwards she‘d clean up the bloody bite marks and gently lay you down on your bed, filling you up a glass of strawberry juice (lots of iron, good for your blood) and place it with a bowl of oatmeal on your nightstand. She is caring like that.

If you can’t tell I’m very obsessed with the idea. Sedate me please.

[luvfy0dor]

RRRRAAAAAH i’m so insane abt dad fyodor i’m!!!!! imagine him helping the kid with schoolwork and attending parent meetings i’m so? feel free to decline! <3

“Multiplication Sucks ♡” - Dad!Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; None!

Description; Fyodor helping his daughter with her homework assignment, I'm so sorry it's so short : [ I tried writing a scenario for a parent teacher meeting but I kept scrapping my ideas, ill do a part two at some point i promise!

A/n; I LOVE THAT WE ALL LOVE DAD FYODOR SM DJSJEJS THANK YOU DAD!FYODOR ANON FOR BLESSING US WITH THIS WE LOVE YOU 💜 ALSO IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT ANON AHHH 💔

Headcannons !! ༊*·˚

• Fyodor is the type of dad to let his kid waste no time when it comes to homework. He wants them to get it done the very night it's assigned so they can relax afterwards and not gain the habit of procrastinating.

• You will catch him walking your kid step by step through their homework. He's not the type of parent to yell out of frustration, especially not over his kids homework.

• He can help the child with most subjects, but he's especially good at math and therefore some sciences. He's good with history, too.

• At one-on-one parent teacher meetings, he already knows what to expect. He knows his kid is well behaved, he raised them well mannered and respectful. He also knows that his kid is smart and does well on their assignments, they get it from their papa.

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(As always, d/n is daughters name, p/t is parental title)

You sat on the couch with Fyodor, leaning on his shoulder while you watched a movie. He seemed relatively intrigued while he chewed on his fingernails. His hair was messily pulled back, his bangs falling through the grip of the ponytail holder and back into his face. His free arm was around your waist, holding you close. Your daughter was being relatively quiet, you couldn't really hear her footsteps going back and forth around her bedroom like you usually could. All of a sudden though, you could hear some frustrated groans. Fyodor definitely heard it too, turning his head to look at you. After a second he got up from the couch and walked towards d/n's room.

He knocked on your daughter's door lightly, opening it upon hearing a soft "come in". He walked into her bedroom, his eyes immediately falling onto the young girl slouched over at her desk with a pencil in hand. He tilts his head and notices the sheet of paper in front of her, half finished with lots of scribbled out things.

"What's wrong, Malyshka?" He asks, reaching out and rubbing her back in consolation. The young girl sits up with a pout, her lip quivering a bit. "Multiplying is stupid!" She says sadly, placing her pencil down gently and crossing her arms. Fyodor picks up and examines the paper, humming as he reads over the simple and basic multiplication problems. "Well, I can help you. There's no need to cry over it." He says, petting her head gently and putting the paper back down. "Is it this one that's troubling you?" He asks, pointing to one of the problems with the pencil. She nods, sniffling.

"16 x 2..." He hums for a moment, thinking of a way to explain this to her. "If you can do 6 x 2 and 10 x 2, all you have to do is add them together." He says, handing the pencil to her. "You're a smart girl, I know you can do it." He says, remaining at her side while she uses the strategy he provided her. Her tongue slightly pokes from the corner of her lips as she comes to her conclusion of 32 after a couple of seconds.

"Is that right, papa?" D/n asks, looking up at Fyodor for approval. "Yes, you did a good job." He praises her with a proud smile, patting her head. She nods and moves onto the next question, and before she knows it, she's done! Fyodor was happy that she didn't give up and powered through, finally starting to grasp the concept. All she needed was a little more help, the help that her father was right there to give her.

A/n; AHHHH I love dad Fyodor sm like imagine him going to father-daughter dances omg I die

[silentglassbreak]

Please please , write something. Noah and Lily, she is designer and painter, they are working together on design for new album or merch, or something like that. She is redhead, have freckles, have a lot of tattoos, like to wearing skirts and sundresses. thank you! I love your work so so much 💔💔🥲

Bb you are my first ask! So, naturally, you have my undying love and affection for eternity!

Also, this physical description is giving me such inspiration. My best friend has a very similar physical appearance, so this will be fun!! (I just finished this and OMG this got away from me. I did not intend for this to be this long...I really got into this one. I hope you enjoy!)

So let’s get into this, shall we?

Rating: Mature (for language)

Warnings: None.

Into The Ocean

What did I think would happen when I moved to New York City? That I would get here, put a few paintings in some galleries, and suddenly I’d be making millions? How fucking insane am I?

My inner monologue continued as I catatonically stirred my bowl of soggy Frosted Flakes, moping heavily.

It had been six months since I moved here on a whim and a breath of a dream, thinking that with my ‘sparkling personality’, ‘adorably good looks’, and ‘raw talent’ I’d be a success so quick. These days, however, I spent a lot of time wishing I had stayed back home in Hartford, in my Mom’s two bedroom home, with my dog and my normalcy.

No, couldn’t be me. I had to go off with delusions of grandeur, and get myself a full time job as a desk girl at a law firm (which sucked), and had virtually no time to paint like I wanted. My studio apartment in Queens was big enough for me; a bed, a small table, and my paint supplies. I had a clothes rack for my small wardrobe, and a television on the wall adjacent to my bed. My minimal belongings were strewn haphazardly around with no real method. It felt much like my life - off kilter.

Frustrated, I decided to get off the bed, still holding my bowl, and stared at the cereal floating sadly in the milk. It looked so pathetic, the same as I felt.

My eyes wandered to the floor, then the edge of the bed, and eventually to the right of it, where the seven-foot by four-foot canvas sat.

I had that particular canvas since my first day here in New York. I swore that canvas would hold my best work. The piece that would change everything for me. I promised myself I wouldn’t touch it until I was certain I knew what it would be, and was ready.

But now? Staring at it? It mocked me. Day in, day out, it reminded me that I was just another struggling artist in this God forsaken jungle of a city made of concrete and exploitation. It laughed at me. It told me I had failed.

Without realizing it, my arm shot the bowl in my hand clear across the room, the milk and flakes splattering all over my bed, and eventually spraying the canvas. It left a sickly gray hue against the stark white vastness behind it, giving me a sense of anger. A sense of rage.

Climbing up onto my bed, my feet digging into the mattress while I reached for the shelf above it, grabbing random paints from the bowl they lived in. I hastily twisted the caps off of each, my breathing becoming frantic as I felt the sudden anxiety surge through me.

Once the tubes were open, I didn’t bother with my palette, or my brushes, I just squeezed the tubes, three in each hand, until they all sprayed like firehoses over the canvas, all in varying shades of blue and black. I hadn’t even realized I only grabbed blue and black paint.

Finally, after several minutes of raging, smearing paint across the canvas with no structure, using my palms and fingers, I stepped back. The anger and fire in my chest had dulled. I took a step back, and caught a glimpse of myself in my wall-length mirror across the room, and cringed.

Navy blue paint streaked my pale yellow shorts and faded UC t-shirt. I had a large glob of black paint on my face near my hairline, turning that spot of my red waves a midnight color. I needed a shower.

Now that I had thoroughly ruined my clothes, bed, walls, and canvas, I elected to head for the bathroom to clean myself up before the process of cleaning my apartment.

However, as I turned away from the canvas, I caught a sight of it in my peripheral, and something in my brain sparked. The blues and blacks, which turned dark grey when mixed. The lines and swirls they fell in. The non-uniformity of it all.

Waves.

Ocean.

Chaos.

And like that, I was climbing back up on my bed, ready to finish my painting.

It was after 5AM, and I only had three hours before I had to be back at work before I finished. When I did, I gasped at what I saw in front of me.

It was superb.

The waves crashed everywhere as the moon hung low in the sky, storm clouds covering. Amidst the maelstrom that was the ocean, there was one large, beautiful, impossibly sad octopus, thrashing in the waves, bleeding from the eyes.

The octopus was a deep gray, blending but also naturally contrasting the color of the waves, deep crimson blood running from its desperate eyes.

It was painful. It was despondent. It was powerful.

This was it.

-

Forty-two days had passed, and I was struggling to breathe as my hands trembled where they sat in my pockets, watching the droves of people walk by me. I did my best to smooth down the skirt of my lime-green sundress and tugged at the lapels of my denim jacket. My hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, leaving my waves to cascade down my back loosely, out of my face.

The sun above provided a warmth that was needed, but I had forgotten SPF today, which meant I would likely have a fresh batch of freckles on my cheeks to add to all the others. Today had to be the day. Something in my skin told me it did.

I had been to three art fairs, two open galleries, and a fine arts convention, trying to get something, anything sold.

Three days after I finished my piece, I was told that Burgen & Black no longer needed my position, so this was all I had right now. This, and the three hundred dollars my mom loaned me when I told her I was a little short on rent.

Rent wouldn’t be an issue soon if I didn’t sell anything, as cardboard boxes are real cheap.

This open fair was in Central Park, mid-September, so it was comfortable outside. The sun was getting low, causing a golden sky to reach overhead. I had been here all day, and was beginning to feel defeated.

I hadn’t sold as much as one print. One painting.

After staring at the crowds for another twenty-minutes, I finally decided to start packing up. It was a long bus ride back to Queens, and I would be too cold after dark.

Stuffing a handful of my prints into my portfolio bag, I huffed at myself, shaking my head.

Maybe it was time to go home. Maybe being an artist just wasn’t where I fit. Maybe I did need to reconsider college. It wasn’t too late. Twenty-six was an easy age, right?

“Is this all you?”

A sharp, deep voice snapped me out of my thoughts, making me spin on my heel, to see who was standing at my booth, scanning the pieces set up on the table.

The first thing I noticed was how tall he was. He had at least a foot of height on me. I noticed next that he was covered everywhere in tattoos. The long expanse of his arms that led to the bit of his chest I could see behind his tank top was littered. It made my mouth dry.

His hair was short, hidden under a ball cap, sunglasses perched on his nose.

It took me a moment of staring before I realized he had asked me a question.

“Oh, uh,” I walked back to the table, standing directly in front of him. “yeah these are my works.”

He nodded, looking down at the table and flipping fingers through the prints.

“I like them. They’re different.”

I gave my best ‘please buy this’ smile, and nodded.

“Thank you. I just paint what I feel. It helps me deal.”

He smirked. “I get that.” His eyes came back up to my face. “Not the painting. I can’t do that. But having something to help you deal? I get that.”

That’s interesting. “Yeah? What do you use to deal?”

He flashed his teeth at me. “Music.”

Oh, brother. A musician. Any awe I was feeling was dissolving. I had yet to meet one that was worth his salt in anything, let alone carrying a tune.

“Ah, well, different animal, same results?” I tried not to sound disinterested.

“How much for the prints?”

I felt my lungs tighten. Money?!

“Ten, but it’s two for eighteen.”

He smirked. “What would a hundred get me?”

If I had not caught it quick enough, my eyes would have bugged out of my head. I stifled a cough to cover up my surprise.

“Uh,” I looked around. No one had purchased one hundred dollars of my work before. Not all at once. “Seven prints? Or four prints and a canvas or two? Depends on size.”

I pointed to the side of my table, there I had a cardboard box full of canvases. He glanced over, and turned so he could see better.

With a ‘hmph’, he squatted down and looked through them, nodding at some, disregarding others.

Eventually, he came back up and had two smaller canvases perched in his hands.

A painting I had done of ravens when I was sat in a cemetery one day for inspiration, and one of a dark room that held a single bright red wood chair. That had come to me in a dream.

“Okay, and I’ll take these four prints.” He handed me the laminated copies and gave me a sweet, polite smile.

“Sounds good, it’ll be a hundred even.”

“Can you take card?” My face fell. I couldn’t handle my rent and groceries, let alone a card reader.

He must have noticed, because he raised his eyebrows.

“Got Zelle?”

I nodded, pulling my phone out, a rush of relief washing over me. I gave him my phone number, and he pulled me up, transferring a cool one hundred dollars into my account. My stomach flipped. I was halfway to rent with my borrowed cash, and I still had two weeks before it was due.

It was the first shred of hope I had felt in a while.

“Noah!” A male voice called before a shorter man bounded up, and my eyes popped open.

Nick Folio, the drummer from Bad Omens, stood in front of my table, and I just about fell over with a stroke.

My mouth was hung open, in pure disbelief. It hadn’t even occurred to me who he had called for.

Folio held a plastic bag, having clearly grabbed something else from another table.

“There’s a guy selling homemade lures, dude. I bought six!” His teeth flashed in excitement, and my customer shook his head, smiling.

“You’re going to go broke buying those things.”

It was in that moment it dawned on me. That voice. Those tattoos. Those sinfully long fingers…

“Are you Noah Sebastian?” My words came out rushed, before I could stop them.

A sly grin fell over his lips. “Never heard of him.” He smoothly turned around, preparing to leave. “Thanks for the artwork.”

Folio gave me a small wave before following Noah. I was frozen.

I just met one half of Bad Omens. I had sold artwork to Noah Sebastian. He liked my art. I couldn’t breathe.

It took me a solid ten minutes before I could move, then packing my things and heading for the bus with my bag and box in arms, glancing around the park a few times for a familiar ball cap and forbidden fruit tattoo.

-

Nine days have passed since I unexpectedly met Noah Sebastian and Nick Folio, and it had been heavy on my mind until the stress of my rent became the reason I was laying awake at night.

With no other real resolve, my hunt for another nine-to-five not getting very far, I found myself trekking back to Central Park, ready to set up another table. I had fresh prints, and a dozen new canvasses to hopefully sell.

Now that we had crossed the threshold into October, the air was becoming more brisk. Today, I had elected to wear a floor-length forest green skirt with a white crop top, my black zip hoodie keeping my arms warm.

Today was more lively, giving me the opportunity to sell six prints and four canvasses by noon. I had made my rent, and was working on the power bill next. I had slightly raised my prices, given my circumstances, but I justified it with the need to survive.

Did I expect to run into him again? Not at all. In fact, I had convinced myself that my once in a lifetime chance to meet him had passed, and I should be excited about it. I was a Bad Omens fan, and had been since their second album. Their style of music was absolutely cathartic for me, giving me inspiration on more than one occasion while painting.

So, imagine my surprise, when I heard the same deep, smooth voice while I was reorganizing my canvasses.

“Back again?” This time, he wore a hoodie, beanie over his hair, and no sunglasses. His eyes were so big, so brown. I wanted to stare at them for hours.

I snorted. “Me? I could say the same to you?”

He leaned his hand on the table, smiling down at where I was crouched in front of my box.

“Selling a lot?”

Triumphantly grinning, I stood up, leaning my palms on the table. “Actually, yeah. It’s been weird. Central Park isn’t normally a hot spot for me, but today has been great!”

There was a flash of thirty-two stunning teeth, and I held myself upright.

“Maybe the word is spreading?”

“Maybe. Going to buy anything today?”

Raising a row, he scanned the table, tapping on one print. “This one is nice. How much?”

“Fifteen.”

His head snapped up, bewildered look on his face.

“It was ten last week?”

A sheepish blush crept over my face, and I tried to be sweet, brushing some of my loose hair behind my ear.

“Yeah, uh,” I couldn’t look right at him. “I had to raise the price a little. Living cost’s a bitch.” I shrugged.

He looked absolutely amused. “I see.” He pulled his phone out, and began tapping at something I couldn’t see. Afterwards, he picked up the print he chose, and gave me a two finger salute.

“Thanks a lot, Red.”

I smirked, feeling the phone vibrate in my pocket. I ignored it for now and approached a young couple who had walked over to my table. I did, however, watch as Noah left, making his way straight out of the park, not stopping at any other tables.

Finally home, I flopped down on my bed, and let my eyes fall closed for just a moment. I had called it early, feeling exuberant and deciding I deserved an afternoon to just relax, not painting, not trying to find a job, just snacking and watching Netflix.

Slipping my phone out of my pants pocket, I sat up, seeing some missed messages and scrolling through my notifications.

When I came to the last one, I nearly dropped my phone.

Zelle Notification: Noah Davis sent you $100.

My jaw dropped. He only bought one print. Why would he give me so much? He must have done it by mistake.

I bit my lip, bothered. I felt guilty, as if I had stolen the money from him. People were generous, but no one was that generous...right?

Staring at my Zelle account, I took a deep breath, and tapped on the transaction, pulling up the details. My finger hovered over Noah's name, wondering if I'd just get his email. After counting three calculated breaths, I finally tapped it, and a phone number flashed under the name.

Oh God, I had Noah Sebastian's phone number.

It was me being a good samaritan that caused me to pull up a text thread, and begin typing a message. The voice in the back of my head screamed at me that I could just sent eighty-five dollars back, and not invade his privacy by texting him.

But...

Me: Noah?

After hitting send, I physically tossed my phone on the mattress, and pulled my knees up to my chest, breathing erratic. I sat in absolute silence, waiting. Each passing second made my soul fall. What if it wasn't his personal cell he used for Zelle? He was a somewhat celebrity, after all. Would he really just casually give his number out to a random girl in the park?

My phone chimed, and I thought my carotid was going to blow out of my neck. Shaking fingers lifted the phone.

Noah: Who is this?

No confirmation of identity, but the number worked.

I went to type a response, telling him who I was, until I realized I never gave him my name. Sure, I had signed my art, but my signature was decently illegible.

Chewing my lip, I wracked my brain for the right response.

Me: Red.

The text bubbles had turned blue, and I saw he had received and read the message, but his type signal hadn't come up yet.

I was insane, I had to be.

Noah: LOL you mean Lily?

My blood ran cold.

Me: How do you know my name?

Noah: Well, much like my own, your Zelle tells me your first and last name.

I felt like such a moron. Of course it did.

Me: Oh, LOL yeah I didn't think of that.

I typed out another message, before I forgot.

Me: You sent me too much for that print!

Noah: No I didn't.

Me: You did. You sent me $100.

Me: I can send back $85.

Noah: Don't you dare.

This made me pause, already on the Zelle screen, his message flashing as a banner on top, making my fingers halt.

Me: Noah, I can't take that from you for one print.

Noah: ...because...?

Me: Because it's way too much! I appreciate it, but I'm not comfortable with that.

He waited a few minutes, his type bubble appearing and disappearing a few times.

Noah: So I'll buy something else from you, then.

I rolled my eyes.

Me: What would you like?

Noah: You have a portfolio online?

I sighed, embarrassed. My online presence was close to nonexistent. I had an Instagram, with all of five photos on it, and they were all four months old. I didn't have a website, not having the money to create one yet.

Me: I don't, I'm sorry.

Noah: Studio I can check out?

I stared at the screen, and laughed loudly. Oh, I've got a studio alright. Just not what he's thinking of.

Me: Not exactly. I'm a very small artist. I do all of my work out of my apartment.

Noah: Which is where?

My heart sunk. No way. Not letting him in my four hundred square foot, paint covered, disarrayed apartment.

Me: Queens.

I stayed vague.

Noah: Oh yeah, I'm over in Central Park West right now.

I sighed, relieved, and slightly disappointed.

Me: I can send you some pictures of my work? I'll just need a few to take them.

Noah: Can you just FaceTime? Seems faster.

How on Earth did we get here? I was going to FaceTime with a rockstar, and show him my paintings? This couldn't be real life.

Me: Sure. Call when you're ready.

I walked over to the corner of my studio that I kept my completed works in, a sheet thrown over the large canvas in an attempt protect the paint from the sun rays. I had yet to take that one anywhere yet. I hadn't found the right venue to sell.

After about five minutes, my phone began vibrating in my hand, and I looked down to see his name flashing.

My heart was beating so frantically, I was sure it would disconnect and come out of my throat.

I swiped the call open, and held the camera at the most flattering angle I could. Once the call connected, he sat on what appeared to be a staircase, somewhere outside, same beanie on his head from earlier, and was smiling into the camera.

"Hey!"

His enthusiasm surprised me, and I waved nervously, smiling back at him.

"Hi."

"Why do you look so uneasy? Are you being held hostage or something?"

My face fell, wildly confused by his comment. "What?"

His laugh echoed through the receiver, which made this weird jittery thing happen in my stomach.

"I'm just joking. You just look uncomfortable." He pulled his beanie down more, and I swallowed dryly, trying to giggle.

"Oh, yeah. No I'm good."

He sat back, elbow resting on the step behind him. "You sure?"

I felt like we weren't getting past this point. "Can I be honest?"

He didn't respond, just gestured for me to continue.

"I'm a fan. A big fan. So, yeah, I'm a little nervous."

His smile could've illuminated a small town.

"Oh yeah?" He ran a hand over his face. "Don't be. I'm just a guy."

Feeling rebellious, I rolled my eyes. "Yeah. A guy who hundreds of thousands of girls would kill to FaceTime with."

This made him blush, so he looked down. "Ah, I don't know about that."

I decided to press my luck. "I do."

He furrowed his brow, smirking. "Oh yeah? So you're just that lucky, huh?"

This made me grin, in near disbelief. "Ah, the great Noah Sebastian. Cocky, huh?"

This made him laugh again, to which I joined.

"Nah. Like, I said, I'm just a guy. Really cool to know you're a fan, though." I nodded in response. "Ever seen us live?"

I shook my head. "Cost of living's a bitch. You think I can afford concert tickets?"

He shrugged. "Fair enough, dude."

"Anyways, you want me to show you the artwork?"

He agreed, and I flipped the camera around, scanning through the various pieces I had out in the corner. At his request, I would get closer to a piece, or pull it up to the camera. I watched as his eyes would get close to the phone, analyzing each canvas.

"I really like the desert painting." He was referring to a painting I had done that was slightly more abstract of a desert with random melted items such as longhorn skulls, cacti, and pieces of driftwood. They melted into the sand below.

"Okay. That would bring your total with the print earlier to fifty, since this one is bigger."

He nodded. "Do you have anything for fifty even?"

Biting my lip, I scanned my eyes, landing on a painting I had of a black cat, perched on the edge of a pond, cleaning it's paw, a skeletal hand reaching out of the water for it. The painting was done in nearly all neon colors, which was different for me.

"This one." I held it up in the camera.

"Oh dude, that's fucking sick." He pulled back from the camera. "I'll take it."

I chuckled. "Okay, do you want me to ship them?"

I flipped the camera back around, and he raised an eyebrow at me. "To Central Park West?"

I shrugged. "I could."

"Nah. I can get them from you. I don't live in New York and I leave back home for LA this weekend."

This made my chest sink only a little. "Right, I can ship them there if you want?"

He shook his head. "Let's meet up and I can get them?" I hesitated to respond, and I swear I saw a flash of concern on his face. "Unless you've got plans or something."

This made me smirk. "We didn't even say when? How would I know if I had plans?"

He huffed out a laugh, grabbing his beanie off of his head and smiling. "Sorry, you're right."

"When do you want to meet?"

"Tonight? I'm busy most of the week, but I'd really like to get my stuff soon."

Pondering this, I sat down on my bed, back to my art corner. "Where?"

"There's an Italian restaurant near my hotel. We can get dinner?"

I'm going to dinner with Noah fucking Sebastian?!

"Sure. Just text me the address?" He nodded in response. "What time?"

"Whatever time works best for you, Red."

I rolled my eyes. "You know my name, Noah."

A small wink, and he smiled. "I know, Lily. I just like your hair."

My face turned a deep shade of crimson, and I felt the urge to pull at my long red waves.

"Well, if that's the plan, I'm going to get ready. I have to leave a while before you to catch the subway."

I stood off the bed and went to turn, but he spoke and stopped me.

"Hey, what's that behind you?"

I turned, scanning. "What?"

"Under the sheet."

It occurred to me what he was referring to, and I waved it off.

"Just another piece."

"Can I see it?"

I shook my head. "Nah, I haven't shown anyone yet."

"So? I can be the first!" He seemed so excited, which made me giggle.

"It's an emotion piece. Not like the others."

He raised a brow. "Still not hearing why I can't see it."

Biting the inside of my cheek, I shrugged. "Alright, but don't get too excited. It's not as clean and precise as my other work."

He just shrugged, and I reached over, pulling the sheet off the canvas, and flipped the camera.

I watched his eyes, scanning the screen over and over. He looked so enamored, I was confused. Was the connection bad?

"Noah? You okay?"

He leaned back, blinking. "Lily, that's fucking amazing!"

I laughed, stepping closer to the painting. "It's okay. It's a rage painting. Something I started in a fit, and kind of worked into what it is now."

"I can tell. You can feel the pain in the image. The colors are unbelievable."

"Oh, I don't know. It's okay."

"Okay? Red, that painting is unreal. How much do you want for it?"

His question caught me by surprise, nearly knocking me down. "What?"

"How much? I want it." He was so matter of fact, that the air rushed out of me.

"I haven't priced it. It's a big piece, bigger than anything else I've ever done."

"Okay, well tell me what you think, because I'll pay a lot for it."

My heart began stammering, words not forming on my lips. "Y-You really want it?"

"I don't just want it; I want to use it."

I was confused. "What do you mean?"

"I'll tell you at dinner. Just do me a favor? Think about a price? I really want that painting."

-

We agreed to meet at 7PM, but I was late. The subway had been packed, and I missed the first one. I didn't come jogging up to the front of the restaurant until fifteen after, seeing Noah stood outside, same outfit on as earlier today. I had to calm my insides at the sight.

I waved when he caught a glimpse of me, earning a smile in my direction.

"Hey, Red!"

I rolled my eyes. He wasn't letting that go.

"Hi, Noah."

When I approached, he put an arm out, and wrapped it around my shoulders casually. I had to take several deep breaths to remind myself that, like he said, he's just a guy.

An attractive guy. With tattoos. And the voice of an angel.

And this wasn't a date...right? This was a transaction...right?!

Trying to shake off the thoughts, I handed him the bag on my arm.

"Your goodies."

He smiled and took the bag, looking inside. "Nice. Thank you."

I followed him into the restaurant, which didn't look too terribly fancy. We were dressed casually, as were most people here. We were sat at a small table, a little dish with butter and rolls already in the middle.

We sat down, and began scanning the menus. The prices jumped out at me as relatively expensive, and I knew I would be taking my work out again tomorrow to make back the money I would be spending tonight.

Noah ordered a beer. I ordered water.

Noah ordered a steak with linguine on the side. I ordered a salad.

This caught his attention. "You don't want more than a salad and water?"

I hid behind my glass, shrugging. "Not the most hungry."

"Hm," He sat back and eyed me. "okay. For now."

The fuck does that mean?

"So have you given any more thought to how much you want for that painting?" He spoke before I could respond.

"I haven't. I really don't know, Noah." I shook my head, thinking. "Three hundred?"

His eyes widened. "No way, man. It's worth way more."

I was dumbstruck. "Are you asking me to charge you more?"

"Fuck yeah I am. That painting is worth ten grand, at the very least."

As badly as I wanted not to, and prayed I hadn't, I spit my water out onto the table, spraying my salad. My face immediately turned bright red, matching my hair.

"Excuse me?!"

He seemed very unfazed. "What?"

"Did you say ten grand? As in ten thousand?" He nodded. "Dollars?!"

He rolled his eyes. "No. Marshmallows."

Without thought, I picked up a cherry tomato and tossed it at him, bouncing it off of his hand on his plate. He glanced up at me, mouth open, amused.

"Did you just throw a tomato at me?"

I pressed my lips together in a very small, devious grin. "Maybe."

He picked up the tomato between two long fingers, considered it for a moment, and popped it in his mouth.

"I've never had that happen. And I'm a singer."

This made me laugh. "Oh God."

He wiped his mouth on his napkin. "Seriously, though, Red. You need to price your stuff fairly. Don't accept less than what you're worth."

I leaned back in my chair, considering this. "So, you want to pay me ten thousand for my painting?"

He shook his head. "I don't." My heart sunk for a second. "My label will, though."

My eyebrows shot up. "Pardon? The label?"

He was chewing some steak, and waited to swallow before he responded. I found myself staring at the apple on his throat bobbing.

"I want that painting to be our next album cover."

I felt my jaw physically hit the floor, break through the table and all. I was hallucinating.

"You...what?"

"I've been looking for months. I had been looking at photography until very recently, because I just wasn't finding anything that worked. I started scouting art fairs and galleries almost a year ago."

My eyes were blinking at an alarming rate.

"So, that's why you came to Central Park twice, then."

He smirked, lifting the beer bottle to his lips. "That's why I came to your table twice, yes."

I was pushing my salad around on the plate, not looking at him. "Ah, and here I was thinking you came back to see me." I looked up and gave him the cheekiest smile I could, joking.

Snorting, he flashed his teeth again. "Well, that too."

My stomach stuttered, and I set my fork down. I folded my arms on the table, looking straight at him.

"You're serious? You really want my painting for the album?"

He put his hands in his sweater pockets and leaned forward, so his face was hovering over the table.

"I'm dead serious." His tongue slipped over his bottom lip, catching my attention. "There's more to it than just buying it. We'd have to purchase rights from you, so you can't sell copies."

I raised a brow, now intrigued. "Oh?"

He leaned back again. "I don't want anyone else having our original piece that you did. We would, of course, credit you on the album, and maybe even ask you to do some additional work for the rest of the art?"

There was a lump in my throat I couldn't swallow. "Rest of the art?"

"Yeah. The back of the album. The vinyl casing and variants. Merch, maybe?"

I couldn't breathe. It was so hot all of a sudden.

Noah could sense my panic. "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to overwhelm you."

I gulped down half of my water at once. "No, I just..." I trailed off, staring at the tablecloth. "I've never had anyone want my artwork that bad."

He smiled. "Isn't the point to sell it? Success?"

"Well sure, but to go from selling prints and small canvasses in the parks to doing artwork for a huge band like Bad Omens? That's a bit of a step." I stared at him, trying to mask my anxiety, and failing horribly.

"I don't know if I'd call us huge." His smirk was coy, and I rolled my eyes.

"Wow. Cocky." I echoed my earlier statement, and this made him giggle like a child.

"Listen, think about it? In the meantime, can I ask a favor?" I didn't respond. "Don't sell any copies of that? Once you do, I can't use it."

I shrugged, and nodded, agreeing.

-

Two weeks had gone by, and I had not seen Noah since the night at the restaurant. I had re-covered the canvas, but the question replayed in my mind over and over.

Noah had decided to buy more pieces off of me, bringing my profits up to six hundred, which had my utilities paid this month and a small batch of groceries in the refrigerator. I agreed to ship them as soon as I could, but he kept telling me to take my time.

I knew what he really wanted to ask, but he held back.

I had thought about it over and over, trying hard to not let my bias toward Noah, or the bad, sway me.

This was a big step. Not owning my own art? Being pressured to make more that met a standard? Being under a contract? That wasn't what I got into this for. This wasn't why I became an artist and moved here. One of the best parts about creating something that you love, is that you get to do it freely. Once you have to do it, or do it a certain way, it becomes all too tedious. It's work now. I wasn't sure I'd be happy with it.

But on the flipside, there was a strange thrill at the idea. Someone wants my painting bad enough that they are willing to give me so much leeway financially, I can paint whenever I want. I'll get exposure. This could be what does it.

This painting could change everything.

And that was the point, right? I bought the canvas telling myself that this was the piece that changed it all. This was my ticket to success. And here it was, in front of me...

Ripping the sheet off of the canvas, I stared at it. The waves crashed over one another. The moon, bright, but somehow so ominous, shone through, bouncing off of the water in a way that made them look almost silver. The octopus, tentacles scattered amongst the waves, stared at me, bleeding eyes seeing through my soul.

"Is this what I'm supposed to do?" I asked the creature. I was met with silence. Loud, deafening, overwhelming silence.

"Fuck it."

I picked up my phone from the bed, bringing up my recent text thread with Noah, smiling at the meme he had sent earlier in the day.

I typed out a quick message, and sighed when I saw he read it quickly, and responded even quicker.

Me: I'm in.

Noah: Oh FUCK yeah!

-

Six months ago, I met Noah Sebastian for the first time, and he bought some of my art for a hundred dollars. Five and a half weeks ago, he bought more of my art for a hundred more dollars.

Five months ago exactly, his record label offered me twelve thousand dollars for my painting, and the rights to it, and offered me a contract to complete and provide artwork for all pieces surrounding their upcoming album, with an overall gross value of eighty-two thousand dollars to be paid up front, with the understanding that I would provide the artwork within one year of the contract signing.

Naturally, I was a mess.

Still living in my studio apartment, I had rented a painting studio six blocks from my apartment, and spent near all of my time there. I had completed the entire album artwork, maintaining the theme of the original piece, but adding in major twists in each installment.

So far, the label, the band, and mostly Noah, were pleased.

But today, I was stressed. There was one insert in the vinyl copy of the album that needed artwork. It needed a standalone piece, and I was drawing a vivid blank. I had been staring at the 3 foot by 2 foot canvas for two hours, paintbrush twirling between my paint-stained fingers. My old, ratted jeans were blotched with deep blue paint from my last attempt, which had been scrapped.

I was getting nowhere way too fast, and needed a break. I stood from my stool, and pulled my t-shirt off, standing in only my dark red sports bra to fight against the heat. I kept it warm in the studio to keep the paint from hardening in the palette.

Pacing back and forth, music pumping through my Bluetooth speaker, I sighed. I needed emotion. I needed something to throw at this damn thing, like before.

My phone quieted the music for a moment, and I snatched it to check.

Noah: In town this weekend. Want to get lunch?

As badly as I wanted to, I just couldn't.

Me: I can't. Trying to get this piece done.

Noah: Want me to bring you food? Can't paint on an empty stomach.

Considering this, I pursed my lips. He wasn't wrong.

I responded with the address to the studio.

Forty-five minutes later, and Noah was pushing his way into the small studio, bags of Chinese in his hands. I was sat on the stool, still staring at the blank canvas, twirling my brush, and didn't even look at him.

"Hey!" He set the bags down on the table on the far side of the room. "You haven't started yet?"

A hard, deep growl came out of me, and I chucked my brush at the ground, hearing it clatter. I stood, fingers gripping my hair at the root.

He threw his hands up. "Woah, it's okay! I wasn't trying to say anything to upset you."

I took a deep breath, letting go of my mop of hair. "You didn't. I'm just drawing such a fucking blank! I can't figure out what to paint for this insert!"

He tightened his lips, putting his hands in his jean pockets.

"What usually helps?"

"Anger! And I've got plenty! But I've still got fucking nothing!" My foot kicked the stool, sliding it several feel away.

He took a step forward, toward me, hands coming out in front of him.

"Okay, so anger isn't working. Any other emotions we can use?"

I raised an eyebrow, halting my pacing. "What do you mean?" My words were sharp, and he cracked an amused smile.

"You're a real fireball, clearly, Red. But, do you have other emotions we can channel?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Of course I have other emotions."

"Like?"

Suddenly feeling cornered, I squeezed my eyes closed, breathing deeply.

"I don't know." I looked up at him. "Sadness? Depression?"

He snickered. "Why all negative emotions?"

"What?"

"Why not joy? Enthusiasm? Excitement?" He looked so genuine, it almost hurt my heart, because I was so angry and it wasn't his fault.

I paced over to the stool, coming down with a screech against the floor. "Sorry." I confessed. "This is just hard to do under pressure, you know?"

He nodded, standing next to me, a soft hand coming down on my mid-back, rubbing slow circles on my bare skin.

"I get it. More than most, I think." I looked up at him. "But if what you're used to isn't working, then we have to do something different."

I scrubbed a hand over my face, and smiled weakly. "How?"

He pursed his lips, and his hand came under my arm, pulling me up from the stool. "Grab your brush."

Opting for a fresh one, I held it in front of me, and waited for further instruction.

He smiled, and put both hands on my shoulders, pulling me toward the easel and canvas. I followed absently, trying not to focus on my skin tingling where he was touching me.

"Okay," He moved behind me, pushing me closer to the canvas. "pick a color."

I chuckled, and leaned over to the palette to my right, picking up a deep navy on my brush.

Satisfied, he squeezed my biceps for a second before letting his hands fall away.

"Now, close your eyes."

I turned my head to look at him skeptically, but his eyes pleaded with me, so I obeyed, holding my loaded brush and letting my lids fall closed.

The room fell impossibly quiet, and I could feel his presence heavy behind me. The sensation brought goosebumps to my warm skin.

I was nearly startled when I felt his fingers brush my thick hair over my shoulder, and his breath came across my ear.

"Now," His voice was baritone, so raspy and so close to me. "I want you to picture what you're feeling at this very moment."

Feeling? What is feeling? Who am I ?

"Picture your emotions. Picture them as colors. Objects. Lights." He let out a deep exhale that washed over my neck, making me shiver.

"What if I can't?" My voice was small.

A large, strong hand grasped my right hip, pulling me to lean slightly backward, pressing against the front of his body.

"You can. I know you can."

The fingers of his other and were trailing up my hip, tracing patters over the tattoos on my ribcage.

"You know how to do this, Lily. Just see what you feel."

I wanted to push this. I wanted to see how far I could take it.

Eyes still closed, I let my lips turn up ever so slightly. "What if I can't feel enough, yet?"

His chest, pressed against my back, trembled with quiet laughter, "No? You need more stimulation?"

Jesus this guy's is going to murder me.

"Maybe." I smiled slyly.

His lips ghosted over the side of my neck just under my ear, his hand on my hip slipping around the front of my waist and pulling me even closer.

"What if I," His lips trailed up my skin, grazing the flesh so gently. "give you," Up to my chin. My breath was shaking. "something to feel?"

His lips were testing mine, tip of his nose bumping my own.

The lowest, most whispered moan escaped my lips before he dipped even lower, gently pressing his lips against mine. I molded to him, body encased by his arms, lips slotting into place against his, eyes rolling back behind my lids.

The feeling exploded out of me, pouring into his mouth, hands reaching up to grip his hair.

We stood there, mouths fighting for dominance, before I pulled away, pushing his hands off of me frantically, and nearly jumped toward the canvas.

I heard him breathing heavily behind me, a low chuckle erupting from him.

"I guess it worked?"

I stopped my brush strokes, turning my head and letting my hair flip over my shoulder.

"For now. Might need more stimulation later."

[localsunnet]

monn rach lore because i cannot keep it to myself anymore sobbing (pt 1)

You read the title, monn rach lore (pt 1) because two people said yes

ill try to make it make sense because my grammar kinda sucks ass and i dont know how to properly explain things (and i’ll split it into 2-3 parts because i don’t want the post to be too long 💔💔💔💔)

also if it’s historically inaccurate im so sorry ,,

presented by yours truly (warnjng: i suck at writing)

Monn was born into the religious Rach family in Leipzig on 13th of March 1784, and is the youngest one among his siblings, Meier and Martin.

Since his father was an officer in the Prussian army and wasn’t usually home, Monn’s mother cared for him and his brothers alone, and she usually brought them to church. (you guys will not like his father, trust me)

When Monn is 2 years old, his mother started noticing weird behaviours from him, like not being able to speak properly. At first she thought it was nothing and figured he’ll grow out of it, but those behaviours followed him to his 5th birthday, and since the family’s religious she reaallyy started to believe that he’s cursed in a way and started ignoring him, only feeding him but basically just gave him no attention in fear that he’ll attract a demon or smth (this will NOT cause problems later on /sarc). Luckily his brothers think that’s bullshit so they started to care for him instead and taught him life skills, though mother would always warn them to not interact with him. Monn during this time also started to have small cannibalistic thoughts, which will NOT spiral guys!! /j

So Monn was no longer given attention by his mom and pretty much started to distrust her, only daring to approach his brothers for help. During this time he found an interest in cats, black cats to be specific, and he started to dream of being a veterinarian when he grows up.

One day during mass at age 6, he met Father Silvio, a new chaplain in St. Thomas, and he immediately trusted him with every atom of his being due to him looking like a white cat and followed him around, even though Silvio kind of didn't like him and would push him away every time they’ll interact. (he will come back later in clutch so keep him in mind)

When he was 10, Monn met a scholar (who I didn’t name but feel free to suggest) who was willing to teach him sign language and help him read and write properly after school. Most of Monn’s happy childhood memories came from his time with the scholar and he feels like he owed him a lot for it. Sadly the scholar had to leave Leipzig 2 years later and he never crossed paths with him ever again. Before he left, he did gift Monn a grey wool scarf as a sign of appreciation.

His life after that wasn’t super interesting, his routine was just wake up, breakfast, go to school, come back, dinner, sleep. Maybe add going to mass on Sundays but thats really about it.

And I’ll end it here for this part because im gonna TWEAK after using my brain to write this for 2 nights (which is apparently when my brain usually goes “write now”) (yes i did get sleep because i got tired) im so sorry guys for not writing the entire thing guh…

hopefully you guys can understand this and LIKE MONN’S LORE!!! (Any suggestions and criticisms are VERY welcome, making situations is also VERY allowed!!)

monarchy out and until i return

[genyattarights]

FanFic Recs!: Pt1? Genyatta

Genyatta is a pairing between the two characters zenyatta and genji. And these fic recommendations are for the popular aus! (theyre based off in game skins!) Or just general aus!

These will be in order of: Unfinished, Finished, Fluff and warnings if Nsfw is any story. (Since this a Sfw account)

(list will be updated in separate posts when more is found! For right now..this post is AU specific only!)

Now on with the fics!

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Oni Genji & Sanzang Zenyatta

The Perils of Being Courted by a Demon

-Unfinished: by one single chapter

-Mostly Fluff and some explicit talk as mentioned in the authors tags.

-If you love pinning and homoerotic banter this is for you

Oni and Okashi

-Finished!

-This fic was so popular back in the day..

- Nsfw warning: Only chapter 13 has Nsfw but its not hard core raunchy or super gross. Unless your uncomfortable with intimate activities then make sure to skip if your iffy about it!

-Soo much romantic tension my favorite 😋

Kitsune Koibito

-Finished!

-not oni genji and sanzang but i feel like the demon theme was good enough to add it here

-Kitsune! Zenyatta and Human! Genji

SENTAI!Genji & Zenyatta

I’m Such a Fan

-UNFINISHED💔(particularly sucks because this one is amazing

-No link because you do need an account to view this one. So if you don’t have an ao3 account, make one!

-No Nsfw: Tags say eventual Nsfw but since its unfinished..it never happend

-Honestly my favorite Sentai fic outs there i reread this one often

Ryūjin Sentai Goranger

-Unfinished

-No Nsfw Warning

-This fic is so fun and cartoony

Soul Mates Au

Wise Men Say(But i’am not one of them)

-Finished!

-No Nsfw Warning

-My first Genyatta fic and honestly what really kick started my obsession with them as a pairing

-So so sweet/Great banter/Great character writing/Plus! Great art!

This is not the End

-Unfinished sadly:(

-No Nsfw warning

-As always the banter is amazing

-Finished!

-No Nsfw warning

-OMG THIS IS THE ONE!! One of the best soulmate fics i’ve read for them and its the best ever! The ending may catch you a bit off guard however-

-Minor Character death

(More recs soon! sorry i havent posted in almost three weeks😭🌈)

[prwcess]

Cole Cassidy x fem gardener reader who has germaphobia? that’d be an interesting dynamic me thinks.

yesyeysyes. i had a little trouble thinking about how to write this, since i’m not sure what exactly you meant, but here it is, please lmk if it’s not what you wanted and i’ll write another 🩷🩷

(gif not mine) *･゜Cole Cassidy x Fem-reader who is a germaphobe.. but would really like to try gardening

warnings: none!! just cute stuffs.. *･゜

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i felt the cold metal handle on my hand shovel shake as i pushed it into the dirt. i was squatted over the ground in front of overwatch headquarters, as i had recently been tasked with brightening the place up, and what brightens up things more than flowers? ..or so i thought.

biting my lip and staring intensely at the hole i just created, i imagined the amount of germs or even small bugs that could be in there. all i had to do was take the small seeds and bury them just like that, yet with no gloves.. the thought of it was just.. errgh. Sadly, with this delacite breed of flowers, i had to make sure everything was perfect in order for them to grow, so i sat and stared. heavy foot steps could be heard behind me, but with my small dilema i couldn’t do anything but sigh and throw my face in my clean hands, knowing this is the last time i’ll feel clean enough to do so after this.

“Need a hand?”

I looked up to see the familiar cowboy, sun shining down on me from behind him. i sighed, accepting defeat. “yeah…”

“Called it, a jewel like you couldn’t risk gettin dirty huh?” he smirked and crouched down, already getting the moist dirt on his pants, earning a gasp from me. he smiled me off, taking the packet of seeds from my hands, “don’t mess it up, you have to press them in there gently..” i demonstrated to him what to do with my hands, which only led to him chuckling and waving me away. “I’ll be gentle.. you don’t know what this horrible dirt is gonna do to you or this seed, might get you huh?” i smacked his arm gently, yet my teeth never released my lip, nervously staring back at the ground, once again imagining the amount of bacteria n germs as always. “shut it and plant them, i have 3 more to go, and the water shuts off at 7” . i mumbled, eyes glued on the seemingly innocent earth.

“Gotcha.” he pushed the seed into the hole and buried it, quickly digging two more and doing the same, finishing what i’ve been trying to do all day in a mere 2 minutes. I stared in awe as he sprayed the water on top and shook his hands off. “There ya go, all done.” he smiled at me as I stood back up embarrassed. “well, if you finished my task, let me help with yours! tell me, what did winston ask you to do?” I grabbed his arm and asked. “breakfast, tomorrow morning youre cooking then, if you really wanna take on my task.” he said, probably happy he wouldn’t have to cook. Cole took my face in his hands and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, before walking off back to headquarters. It took me a full minute of being clueless before my face reddened, “god that guy! didn’t even wash his hands..” i mumbled, staring at my reflection in the windows, making sure there’s no dirt on me anywhere.

not only will I now be scared of whatever germs are on my face, I’ll have to think about what Coles kiss meant, though it was probably him being hisself.

tytyty for reading sorry if it sucked, i seriously was so clueless with this prompt, really didn’t know how to write it 💔

[applefruitluver69]

OAKY HERES CHAPTER 1 OF MY MACERMANIA FANFICS (WIP)

Enjoy!!

TW: Hetalia, angst, they don't end up fucking each other, this is a WIP don't be angy 😡😡,terrible English, (I suck at writing, 2)

Germania was trembling and sobbing into a handkerchief he found on the ground 💔. He was st the doorstep of his beloved Macau's house. But there was another dude there, the old German was heavily devasted at this sight. Many thoughts rolled into Germania's brain like trolleys. Did he find a new BFF? Does he still like me? Did he even like me in the first place..? Germania took another gasp of air and weeded into the peice of cloth. "No I need to be a gentleman!" He stood up, brushed the tears off from his old, leather, brown cloak and cleared the throat of his. Germania silently knocked on the wooden door with his rock hard knuckles which made the house vibrate. Macau swung open the door and glared at the German, "Excuse me, sir. Who are you?" The region said, raising an eyebrow noticing the water on hsi acquaintance's cheeks. "Buddy r u ok" He asked and gestured Germania to come inside. The sad empire walked into the dusty house in a sulky manner. "Baby girl, who is this at your house?" He pointed at the other nation who was sat upon the couch. "Dude why did u call me bbg" Macau questioned him with a knife to his neck. "It's me! Germania!" Germania scoffed and flipped his hair at the black haired man. "Omg!!" Macau gasped, "I'm so sorry pook! I didn't recognise you!". Germania gave him a side eye. "Pooks... I'm sorry but-" the 175 cm tall male exclaimed. "YOURE SORRY??? BUD.. WE'RE ENGAGED HOW COULD YOU NOT RECOGNISE ME-??" The 5'10.079 footer cried. "You.. you were.. are.. just different now..." Macau looked to the side, rubbing his arm sadly. "This isn't like you babe.." he sighed.

Portugal sat quietly on the couch, watching the two fight.

THATS ALL U GET!!!!

[so-mordor-itis]

it makes me wonder if they ate my ask I sent in using the dialogue prompt!! I hope not 💔💔 but other than lana I got a different treat for you.. imagine: leon being gone for a long mission and reader is horribly missing him.. ☹️

“ever since the rain, i’ve been waking on my own. left an empty space in a home we built to grow. watching waves at night, I fell into the blue. in the night when i'm dreaming, oh I know your body's next to mine, in the dark I can feel it, don't you tell me I'm dreaming, won't you stay with me?” (the rain, oh wonder)

and the genius annotation makes my mind really think!!

for the blue part, it says:

The lyric is a metaphor for becoming disheartened and depressed while waiting for a lover to return to them.

It’s likely a reference to the old tradition of sailor’s partners looking towards the sea and hoping that they will return safely.

LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING?? it’s way too perfect, and I’m also a sucker for leon returning home fics so of course I’d be thinking about that with this song 😓

- yes to heaven anon 🤍

Oh don't worry I have your dialogue prompt request!! I just haven't had any ideas for it yet sadly...words are hard fr (College also sucks ass)

But this............oh God I might write a sequel to Never Out of Sight with those lyrics good LORD

[kpophubb]

Hi lovely ☀️, how’s your Monday ?

I see you have being posting that you are not doing good mentally , I am worried :/ you can always talk to me about anything that bothers you , uk. Just write a kinda ✉️

Sorry I feel disconnected , it’s so hard to provide for myself with no additional financial support :( and this job , they always find some new ways to deduct smth from my payslip 💔

I slept 4h tday , and I feel so not working tday ., such a hard zombie day for me.. I hope you are doing better ?

I wanted to share a new song with you , I like the lyrics and it’s so smoothing (?) let me know if you like it

Also hv u seen txt Comeback,? Your thoughts ?

What’s up with your life now dear ?

I wish you a good week , have a good rest & get better , I’m here if u need me 🧡💛🧡

🐁

Hi hi my 🐁 anonie !! 😘🤍 BEEN A LONG TIME WE LAST TALKED?😭 I’m so happy to get another sweet ask from you. First of all, happy jungwon day ���🎂🎁🎈🎊😽

♡…first of all I’m really sorry for the late reply. You sent this on Monday and it’s Thursday already, I’m so sorry I was at my nana’s place and didn’t check tumblr for that while. :(

♡…second of all yeah.., I’m not doing very great atm😓 emotionally or physically. It’s okay please DONOT worry about me or stop talking about your rants just bc you feel like you’re disturbing me and being one sided. I know people who love to help others like you have this tendency, they shut out if they feel like they’re taking too much from someone without giving anything in return! Well i always disappear when I’m feeling bad, bc I like to deal w my mood swings alone but one thing I can tell you is that I have severe levels of social anxiety😓 which makes me really unable to maintain interaction/communication/relationship with people. Well..a lot happened and that caused this problem with me and so, even replying on tumblr, posting fics, answering asks and dms seem so overwhelming to me since the past few weeks. I can’t even open this app OR ANY OTHER APP, just any sort of interaction frightens and drains me so much 💔 it’s not w the people, or the way they talk to me it’s just me and 99% of the times my anxiety and fear that cause me to ghost people and just disappear sigh.

♡…but don’t worry, it’s not that bad cause I don’t mind being away from people, in fact I love it in a sense bc I like spending time with myself so much and it’s honestly very healing. 🤲🏻 🤍

♡… oh anonie everytime I hear about you having a hard time it really pains my heart :( cause you’re so dear to me. 💔 that sounds so rough I wish I could help you in any way and make it all magically better for you! Job life experience seems so hellish I hear so many people talk about it. Maybe I’ll be able to understand you better when I enter that life myself and earn to provide for my self, but that isn’t until I’m 24-25 when I graduate my bachelors program so yeah. I really hope god makes everything better for you, my love. I’ll be sure to include you in my sincere prayers.💗

♡… oh no 4 hours really seem so tiring and exhausting!😭 anonie I hope you can sleep better in the upcoming days! Being zombie sucks I know, I was zombie yesterday. I came back from a 5 hour car journey with the worst kinda sunny weather, so I was so sick 🤢 I passed out before 10 pm and woke up at 5:58 am today so I can tell I had an amazing sleep 🤲🏻

♡… new song huh?🤩 born again, okay I’ll be sure to listen to it. Also here’s a song suggestion by me that I feel like you’d love, it’s my current fav. It’s “skeletons” by Keshi! Also about txt, I don’t listen to their music unfortunately. Sadly, our music taste doesn’t align, that is exactly why I don’t Stan them. I just love them and their personalities a lot!!

♡… my life is so-so rn but I’m still so so grateful for everything I have! My life is still loaded with many many blessings so I’m always thankful for where I am, who I am and what I have! ✨ anonie, know that you can always talk to me too and I really cherish and love you. 🥺💜 life will get better please do not stress and look at the bright side no matter how small it is. Sometimes even being alive is a gift we should cherish. Cause as long as you wake up, everyday is a new chance. 🌟

𝕴 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕾𝖔 𝕸𝖚𝖈𝖍

[lollipop1141]

Jingle bells jingle bells jingle bells HI~! (Please imagine im singing this… and in a good voice(‘cuz mine really sucks))

Greetings to you my dear children, it is I Your DCMK secret santa, sliding trough the chimney of your ask box to salute you in this fine evening (morning or night too? here its evening but depending on where you are you can choose the time of the day of that phrase 😅)

So Hi! How are you? How was this week? I hope everything has been great!

Here its raining roasted ducks! It is so hot! And my office doesn’t have ac 😅💔, but everything is going well aside from that! I have been working on your gift and i hope it turns out nice! I really hope you’ll like it.

Also! After reading your favorite ships and tropes i got really exited because we share a lot of interest so i have two questions for you!

1) Did you perhaps write the fanfic about Shinichi and Aoko as ladybug and chat noir?

2) Do you have a list of your favorite fics? (If you do i would also love if you can share it and tell what you like about them too i enjoy reading that sort of things and it will also give me some ideas for your gift)

I hope you have a nice upcoming week and that you don’t freeze to death (tbh i would love to be freezing so i envy you a little rn 😅)

With much love ✨

Your DCMK secret FlipflopsTropical Santa🤶🏻🔥☀️

Hiii Santa!! I wish i could bring you some of the coldness here and we can switch 😆😅

Woohoo I'm excited for my gift!! Sadly, I did not write the fic where Shinichi and Aoko are Ladybug and Chat Noir 😅 but I did write a crossover fic where Conan met up with Adrien and helped out with the akuma (all the while freaking out as to why magic and superheroes are real lmaoo)

2. Omgg why do this to mee I can't choose!!

Okay here goes:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27446839 : so this is a fic of the Conan/Shinichi-Detective Boys dynamic and I've always loved how Shinichi is protective of the kids and how much they love each other and seriously, I just want to see them all have a happy ending post canon 🥺🥹

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13969899?view_adult=true : florist au. Need I say more? Yes. Gosh Kaito and Hakuba's back and forth of spite is so funny and I love Kaito teasing Aoko and then being all jelly and Aoko just so clueless about it 🤣

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26132257 : THISSSS!!! UNREQUITED LOVE! SLOW BURN! SHARED LIVING SPACE! GOSH

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12507012/1/Who-s-that-Guy : Heiji being his clueless self is just *chef's kiss* and add some kendo there and gosh yes!!

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11167430/1/That-Little-Traitor : Conan being a brat and getting "Heiji nii-chan" in trouble will never grow old 🤣🤣

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/7617082/1/Somewhere-Green : this is on my top 3 most favorite Heizuha fics and it just shows how much Heiji really cares for Kazuha and shows an interesting "what if" on a different couple

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/2905018/1/30-Hugs-Heiji-and-Kazuha : this series!!! I love it!!! Especially the last fic (tho some parts are pretty ooc) but the hurt/comfort is so satisfying

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12175204/1/One-step-at-a-time : this one will never grow old on me 🤣 just their banter is so hilarious and their comfortable distance which Kazuha is oblivious about while Heiji is just 🌟 suffering 🌟

The fics are in no particular order 😆 I just save them randomly in ao3 and ff. As you can see there's little to no Shinran cuz I have yet to warm up to fanfics of the two ((also, Shnichi is just soo sappy i can't--I think I'd survive better with canon material and fanart cuz we've plenty of those around 🤣))

I hope your hot Christmas gets a little cooler!! Looking forward to hearing from you!!

For the meantime, have some snow ❄️❄️❄️

[m1ckeyb3rry]

SHSHSH wavelength check LMAO but that scene truly is so majestic he looks soooo gorgeous there!!

HSHAAHHA no it’s ok when the main focus is Karasu you’ll be too busy thinking of Karasu that you won’t need to think about others characters LOL

LMAOO TRUE!!! I remember that moment with Shidou…maybe Karasu is the only one who can tolerate his shit LMAO the difference in Isagi and shidous reaction is so funny though

HAHAHA Hiori really doing anything just to get some decent parents he’s probably thinking like “it’s not like my parents now love each other anyways”

Oh yeah…I remember that spread where they’re all standing on the field in a like top looking down perspective kind of angle….omg yesss Barou goal!!! Trust that will be so hype but I’m also excited to see how he gets yellow carded because of his shirt LMAOOOOO

Also wait JJK ENDING IN 5 CHAPTERS??? War is over but I also don’t know how they’re gonna tie up all the loose ends in just 5 chapters but i guess we’ll find out??? It feels so weird that it’s ending so soon though omg

- Karasu anon

RIGHT he literally ate!! like he is always so so handsome but episode nagi definitely has the best panels of him no question 😩 like that one and the infamous one of him introducing himself to nagi and being all smirky DJSKDKD ugh he’s so fine

WE CAN HOPE one time though i had an idea for a nagi fic (before peregrine) and i was so hype to write it but whenever i tried RIN wormed his way into being the main character so sadly it is in fact an established thing for me where some characters just “like” an au more than others 😭 but we will see…okay wait speaking of characters to write for i just got a request for kiyora ⁉️ i’m lowkey excited i’ve never written for him before…actually i don’t think i’ve ever seen anything written for him either 🤔 truly i think my acct is just a safe space for side character enjoyers JFJDJS proud to do it though 🙏🏻

karasu and shidou being besties lowkey makes sense in my mind…they’re like basically the same age (shidou is like 1.5 months older iirc??) and the only other two relevant characters their age in bllk are barou and yukimiya who are both way more serious than karasu and shidou 😰 i feel like karasu and shidou could probably match each other’s freak very well 😭 imo that meme that’s like “plug a lil weird but he chill though” is how karasu views shidou and shidou is just like “yay friend” LMAOO maybe they need to be a duo somewhere in the miraverse

PLSSS he’s like “at least y/n and karasu don’t actively hate each other…close enough…” okay but as much as otoya was messing around and asking why hiori would want karasu as a dad i know for a FACT he would be such a good father 🥹 he gives me the vibes where he always holds his baby in like awe if that makes sense?? like he’s in disbelief that that’s HIS child 😭

yeah that’s the one i was thinking of!! and YESSS omg his goal is so good…him getting yellow carded and nagi calling him a “stripper king” cracked me up too because nagi looks so cute and barou is like FUMING 😭 also excited to see karasu arguing w the ref after rin gets kicked in the head LMAOAOAO i need to see my man mad 🤭

no yeah i have no idea HOW it’s going to end in five chapters but i’m honestly kinda glad…like i just want it to be over so i can finally and fully move on from it for a bit 😭 as much as i loved it back in the day i feel like nowadays i’m just reading because it’s EVERYWHERE on social media and also because i have like nostalgia abt it?? i was so heavily into the fandom for so long that i do want to see it through but i’m just not that into it anymore 😔💔 as soon as i finished pomegranate ink it’s like my motivation and interest in it vanished LMAOAAO but i do hope the ending is somewhat satisfying!! it’ll suck if it’s halfhearted or mediocre

[rrxnjun]

i feel like for older fics it makes sense (although i probably wouldn't agree that they are cringe) but i swear every time people just look back on anything old they did they usually cringe at it😭

thank u for the color recommendation🥹💗💞 i already have an idea of how i want to do it so wait for the pic about it in june or july when i'm done with my exams;-; ALSO I WILL WEAR IT LIKE THAT FOR SURE LMAO🥰🫡

DUDE NO WAY WE ARE ACTUALLY STARTING TO BE THE SAME AHDHSJ and i'm so glad that u like him🥳 AND THE PINK HOODIE ON HIM WAS SO🤌🤌🤌 AHH MY GOD I JUST LOVE THE DUDE WAY TOO MICH🫠 AND THANK U FOR SUPPORTING OUR RELATIONSHIP 🥰🥰 HE IS A DEVIL THATS FOR SURE HE JUST KNOW HE IS A TOP TIER GUY IN EVERYTHING POSSIBLE AND USES THAT AS HIS ADVANTAGE TO MAKE PEOPLE SUFFER💔

OMG GOOD JOB!!!!!🥳🥳🥳 IM SURE U WILL ACE THE OTHER ONES AS WELL!!! GOOD LUCK WITH THEM!!!!!💓💕 and i'm patiently waiting for you to get back to writing🥹 exams are sadly more important 💔 (also i hope u are well and taking care of urself cuz learning too much sucks and exams are not worth that much!!! so hope u are well!!!)

U SUMMONED ME WITH THE 03 LINER ISTG JUST AS I GOT ON TUMBLR THAT WAS THE FIRST OR THE SECOND PONT I SAW AND I WAS LIKE NO WAY:o AND ALSO U MENTIONING ME IN THE TAGS JUST MADE ME VERY HAPPY 🥹🥹🥹

I HOPE U ARE DOING WELL AS WELL AND IM CHEERING U FOR U TOO🥳🥳🥳🥳💖💘💗(liebestraum anon💕💞💘)

oh no trust me my old fics were literal hell i had to DELETE them bc i was so embarrassed like no i dont want ppl to associate those with me 😭

AYYYY im excited also i love how both of us are like "in june!!!" to everything bc school sucks ass 😭😭😭 my brother asked me to sleep over and i legit told him after exams bc i am too stressed to even have fun atp

send tbz recs bc i love that man also idk if i told u but i have the biggest soft spot for kevin. im currently watching hwaiting and eric is a whole ass comedian too😭 i keep saying i wanna stan them but i never actually get to it (i said the same about treasure a few months back and look where we are now LMAO) BUT YES THAT PINK HOODIE I LEGIT HAD THAT TIKTOK ON LOOP I WAS SO MASMERIZED he has so much power over me its impossible

thank you!!! im hoping to pass at least like atp im not aiming for good grades i just cant fail❤ the transition from yearning academic validation to this state was very painful but im starting to be at peace with it. (I also wrote a little today and i kinda hate my writing rn so i think im in a bit of a writing slump anyway and need a break😶) hope you are taking care of yourself too!!!

AHAHAHA I DIDNT REALLY EXPECT U TO SEE THE POST BUT WHEN I SAW YOUR ASK I LEGIT GRINNED SO HARD SJSKSK

[honeydazai]

Hi! I love ur writings sm and I just wanted to request hcs of Fyodor,Nikolai and Sigma it’s that’s possible with a succubus gf?👀👀 like she just keeps bothering them all day.

with a needy succubus girlfriend

characters: Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Sigma

warnings: nsfw content, (semi) public sex, thigh riding, spanking, oral sex, dirty talk, exhibitionism and more

DAZAI first notices just how needy you are when you sit on his lap while he's at the ADA office

the action seems innocent and cute at first, though that quickly changes when you start to grind against his thigh, tiny mewls and moans leaving your mouth

and oh

Dazai can't say he's not at least a little surprised at how bold you are

then, he suddenly remembers that situations like this have happened before, just a lot more subtle;

like when you lingered in his embrace for a little too long or tried to deepen innocent kisses through moaning against his lips

honestly, he just thinks it's so funny

from then on, you follow him around even more and cling to his side to whine about how you need him inside of you right now

and even though he won't have outright public sex, he has no problems with making out in a storage room or an empty office

let's be real, he's a whore

you're a whore

it's a perfect match 🥰🥰

he absolutely entertains your needs, no matter where you are

Dazai isn't shy to tease you in public

especially when you also do it to him

it's just constant indecent PDA, sometimes outright groping;

you, bending down right in front of him so your tiny skirt reveals parts of your ass, your hips flush with his crotch;

Dazai's hands on your tits or high up on your upper thigh;

lithe fingers ghosting over your drenched panties beneath a table while the two of you are in an ADA meeting;

Dazai, pinning you against his desk with a thigh between your legs, grinding his knee against your dripping cunt as you moan

also, he loves teasing you since you get so desperate!!

thinks it's sooo funny how you whine for his cock

if you've got enough time, he definitely has you begging until you're a sobbing mess

what a sadist 🥰

besides, having to satisfy you is a great excuse to skip work 👍🏻👍🏻

“Oh my, you're such a naughty girl, bending over for me this willingly. And we're in public, too - Kunikida is just one room away. What if he decides to check on us, hm? Can I even trust you to keep your voice down, belladonna?”

at first, FYODOR is kind of irritated at how needy you are

especially since you keep following him around and beg him to pay attention to you

he gets used to it over time though

eventually thinks of your behaviour as amusing

like, god damn

you're more naughty than he had thought

sadly, Fyodor refuses to give in to you, no matter how much you try to seduce him

doesn't matter what exactly you're doing; if you rile him up through teasing him or if you beg him

he won't succumb to the temptation 💔

sex happens on his terms and his terms only.

when he's in the mood though, well...

don't worry - your needs won't always be left unsatisfied 👍🏻

if you've got some sort of oral fixation, he often lets you suck on two or three of his slender fingers to calm you

it makes your mind feel all fuzzy 🥰🥰

and causes you to space out a little, so it's especially useful when his work takes so awfully long

also... he likes to spank you when you're acting like a whore around his friends and subordinates

so if you decide to wear something revealing in front of Nikolai to seduce either him or, preferably, Fyodor, well...

Fyodor doesn't hesitate to bend you over his lap by the time you two are alone again, his palm coming down heavy on your ass until you're sobbing

also enjoys spreading you open on his fingers while you're in that position 😳

the way you're bent over his knees leaves you so defenseless - the most you can do is kick your legs in protest

he LOVES it

otherwise, he doesn't mind letting you kneel beneath his desk to suck him off or grind your dripping cunt against his boot while he's working

as long as you're not disturbing him, he's fine with it 👍🏻

occasionally gags you to muffle your annoying moans and mewls

might even let you sit on his dick while he's in a meeting, though only if you're still fully covered up

no, no one else is allowed to see you naked.

if your body is covered by a thick fur cape though, well... that's a different story

“Oh dear, you're desperate today, love. You want my cock that badly, hm? Well, that's just too bad. As you can see, I'm pretty busy right now, though I guess I could allow you to suck me off if you ask nicely enough.”

the second NIKOLAI notices just how much you cling to his side with not entirely innocent intentions, he's amused to say the least

one moment, the two of you are in an official DoA meeting

the next, you pull him away during a break and sink to your knees while pulling his trousers down

he's actually surprised LMAO

doesn't even think about stopping you, though

if you want to drool over his cock in some hallway, so be it 🤷🏼‍♂️🤷🏼‍♂️

and, well, you do just that; you're moaning and mewling in pleasure, your noises only muffled by his dick in your mouth

and only then does Nikolai realise that, oh, you're not doing this for him but for yourself

he's like

😯😯

absolutely on board with it though

you're a slut? he loves it

relishes in how absolutely crazy you are for his cock

it almost seems like you need his dick to survive?? he's so into it

yes, he bends you over anywhere and at any time

honestly, i feel like Nikolai isn't opposed to public sex

in fact, he enjoys it a lot 😌

let's just say that, if Fyodor or Sigma ever were to spot you two during sex, he wouldn't mind it

especially when you'd be a little embarrassed by it 😭😭

he's such a sadist, he'd mention it again to Fyodor or Sigma only to watch your face flush

“Oh, Sigma, are you too shy to look at my girlfriend now after what happened? Why? Don't tell me you enjoyed watching us~?”

or

“Hey, Dostoevsky, I'm really sorry you had to see that! My doll here is just so needy, she constantly wants something to fill her greedy cunt. Well, at least you got to see how nicely her tits bounce, right?”

and even though he's always ready to fuck you, he still mocks you for being such a needy whore

like, constantly

you won't get him to fuck you without admitting how much of a slut you are

also, he's, uh, mean

always finds new ways to degrade you;

whether it's through making you grind against the arm of a sofa or edge of a table until you cum or through making you spread yourself open on your own fingers

since you often beg for his cock while you're in public, he thinks it's too much of a bother to always carry condoms around

and, well, it's your own fault for being this desperate

so don't you dare complain if you're dripping with his cum for the rest of the day

if he's feeling particularly mean, he might make you clean the drops that run down your thighs and down onto the carpet up..

.. and definitely not with cleaning utensils

“Damn, doll, look at you, already all wet for me. You should be ashamed, you know? You're like a bitch in heat, drooling just at the thought of my dick. Don't worry, I'll take care of you, slut. Just don't go complaining if you're sore tomorrow~”

the first time you suddenly cling to SIGMA'S side, your arms wrapping around his waist, he's confused

especially since he's currently talking to customers of his casino??

he just tries to ignore you to seem professional..

but the moment your hands start wandering, he's blushing 😭😭

quickly excuses the two of you and leaves while he desperately tries to seem serious

why must you make him suffer like this 🤧

if you're a bit of a brat, he's the perfect guy to tease in public

his face flushes so adorably when you whisper into his ear just how wet you are right now and how much you want him to breed you

the more you do it, the more he gets used to it

although only slowly......

listen, Sigma has service dom energy

he enjoys making you happy and has a soft spot for you 🥺

so if you keep begging him to fuck you, to fill you up and bend you over, he doesn't have the heart to deny you

refuses to have public sex though.

no debate there.

instead he quickly ushers you into the next bathroom or into his office

even though the thought of having you ride him in the middle of the Sky Casino has been on his mind once or twice......

he won't ever admit to that and it won't ever happen

except for if you ask really really nicely.... 👉🏻👈🏻

maybe, just maybe he arranges something like a private lounge from which you can oversee the entire casino, but no one can see you two

like 😳😳

Sigma, bending you over the balcony railing while thrusting into you, one hand on the small of your back to keep you pinned there, whispering to you with his voice lower than usual;

“God, you're dripping wet. Is this that exciting to you? The fact that some customer would just have to look up and see you getting fucked silly? Is that why you keep bothering me in public or are you just this needy? You're insatiable.”

ALSO.. if you're feeling particularly desperate, he allows you to sit beneath his office desk and warm his cock while he's working

he's a little embarrassed by the position, his cheeks flushed, and it's more distracting to him than anything else

he won't get any work done 🤧🤧

just tries not to thrust into your mouth, poor guy

if some subordinate of his enters the room while your mouth is on his dick, he literally has to cling to his self-control so much

sweat running down his neck, cheeks flushed, pupils dilated while he's trying to talk about logistics

“What? You want to do it right here? We're in public, quit grinding against me-, you can't possibly be this desperate. Oh my god. Fine, alright; if we make it to my office, I promise I'll fuck you until you can't walk tomorrow. That's what you want, right? Is it a deal then?”

notes: this was such a good request, i had to write it immediately 🥺🙏🏻and thank you!! 🧡

if you liked this, consider tipping me on ko-fi! it'd mean a lot!

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

Hi! I'm the anon who shared Pomme's songs and others<3 I'm glad that you liked them! I have a few more now :D

 À peu près - Pomme (I think it can be read as Mari wanting to "find" a way to free Adrien/Chat Noir/Cat Walker so she can get him back)

Forget - MARINA (Mari´s rage! "Oh, all the time that I have wasted chasing rabbits down a hole"!!)

The Family Jewels - MARINA (for our sentitwins, but more about Adrien)

Motion Sickness - Phoebe Bridgers (for those moments with Adrien feeling compassion for Gabriel. We know he loves his dad)

Two Slow Dancers - Mitski (Adrinette! when thet both have that nostalgic feeling about the past and how things have changed)

Six Feet Under - Billie Eilish (when Mari finds out about Cat Walker being Chat Noir being Adrien. Could things really be like before?)

Love Story - Indila (the vibes! it's a sad love story, but hope is the last thing you lose!)

Oblivion - Labrinth ft. Sia (Adrien)

Dark Paradise - Lana del Rey (Mari's so so so sad about her kitty)

Sorry if it's too much!

beloved anon there is no such thing as too much! especially not with your amazing taste in songs omg they're all so GOOD???

À peu près - Pomme

i got out the english translation for his answer bc everyone has to see this: "It was like gold our story, and if ever/ If I make it, more or less/ Don't worry one day or another/ I will find you, I will find you." this is indeed marinette to adrichatwalker the whole fic, and exactly what he wants to hear from her ❤️💔❤️

Forget - MARINA

i love that this is an anger song but it's sung kind of sadly and bitterly. this is such a good angrynette anthem! she can't forgive and forget, esp not when adrien is still in the red.

The Family Jewels - MARINA

haha this song is so salty yes!! "And when we're in the dark, it echoes in your heart/ And when you're far away, it beckons me to stay." <- somehow no matter how much felix has hurt him adrien knows they're bonded and that they're kinda stuck caring about each other even though it sucks for both of them 🤣

Motion Sickness - Phoebe Bridgers

another bittersweet song 💔 adrien isn't capable of hatred, at least not for his father. the thing that holds them back from being completely estranged is that they both know they love each other.

"And, while you're bleeding on your back in the glass I'll be glad that I made it out And sorry that it all went down like it did."

he knows he has to get out, that it's a toxic relationship. that doesn't mean he has no love for the man who raised him.

Two Slow Dancers - Mitski

this IS nostalgic and wistful!! and it kind of feels like right person, wrong time which is just such a good adrinette flavor.

"And the ground has been slowly pulling us back down You see it on both our skin We get a few years and then it wants us back"

their happiness is so limited and they just want each other :((

Six Feet Under - Billie Eilish

this is so perfect for that scene in chapter 25! omg! and the imagery 😍 rain and roses, smoke and thunderclouds. wow, how was this not playing when i was writing that scene? 👀

Love Story - Indila

omg how did you know i love indila 😍 you're right, it's the vibes. ladynoir can make it together, they will fight to be together. this is their love story. they only need each other.

Oblivion - Labrinth ft. Sia

this is kind of a fight song ooh!! i LOVE it! adrien really has a lot of fight in him and if pushed will push back! he wants lb to be his oblivion, to save him or defeat him, whatever she needs to do in order to make him his current situation stop. but it's not a morose song, it's fighting words!

Dark Paradise - Lana del Rey

pain, desolation.

"And there's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody It won't leave my head Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine But I wish I was dead (dead, like you)"

this is so relentlessly sad and captures ladybug's grief in a way that punches you in the face aaahhh.

[broodmother]

are you by any chance still active? I read through alot of your kylux works on ao3 and really loved them!

hello, thanks for messaging! i'm glad you enjoyed my work, i had a lot of fun writing them! i'm not very active in this fandom any more, sadly, TLJ and RoS both kinda sucked hard enough to kill my vibes a little. i still like kylux though, i still thumb through the ao3 tag now and again but i haven't felt very inspired to write more of my own yet.

(also if you're the same lovely anon who messaged my main, i'm sorry but my commissions are currently closed 💔)