#savour it XD

[enchi-elm]

✨ weekend wip exposure club ✨

rules: post 7 sentences/a snippet of an unfinished work

I will do you one better, I will just post the whole thing as I'm not planning on taking it anywhere. Thanks, @strangegeology, for the tag!

Unbeta'd, unedited, etc. etc.

tagging @tortoisesshells, @ladysarai, @thenwhatthefukcisthis, @valerileygreen because I thiiiink you weren't tagged yet!

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one - love

Eames comes across Arthur at the tennis court. He wants to stay back, observe the man from a distance, but Arthur spots him as soon as he’s within view. His game face doesn’t change—if he’s scowling at Eames’ appearance, Eames can’t tell. He might be hitting the ball a little harder and his opponent stumbles as he lunges, sprawling flat against the court as the ball hits the chain-link fence.

Arthur walks to his bag and grabs his towel, holding up a finger and nodding at his opponent. He wipes his face, walking over swiftly to where Eames stands.

Before Eames can make a comment about his tennis whites, or even ask what the hell Arthur is doing playing at a country club, Arthur cuts him off.

"What are you doing here? Whatever this is, I don’t have time for this right now.”

Hello to you, too. But fine, if he wants to get right to business.

“I have a job for you,” Eames says.

“I don’t work for you.”

“No, but I thought you might deign to work alongside me again. For the right price.”

Arthur gives him a wary look, then glances at his opponent, who’s subtly trying to ingest as many glucose tubes as Arthur’s brief distraction will let him.

“I’m busy,” he says, turning away.

“I’ll be at the bar,” Eames calls out, without acknowledgement from the point man.

Arthur goes back to his position, tossing his towel aside en route. His opponent wipes his mouth and gets into position to serve, already grimacing.

Eames watches Arthur return the serve as if he’s decapitating someone.

Eames knows little about tennis and can’t gauge the length of the game before Arthur shows up at the country club, racket and gym bag slung over his shoulder. Eames is deep in conversation with another patron—swindling him blind and leading him on besides—but he gives a thin smile at the younger man’s approach.

“So what do you want?” Arthur asks, and Eames can tell from no tell at all: he won his match.

“Arthur, let me introduce you to Mr. Ian Thorpe. A financier from Atlanta.”

Arthur shakes hands, just this side of civil.

“Pleasure.”

“Your friend’s been spinning me quite the yarn,” the financier says. He’s a forgettable sort of rich—the right colour suit, but the wrong cut. “He’d have me believing in the investment of a lifetime.”

“He’s a crook,” Arthur says, to a chuckle from Eames. “And a liar. But he gets results.”

The man laughs and rises. “Well, maybe I will give you a call then. I’m sure we can find a way to do business.”

“The pleasure is all yours,” Eames says, greasily, packing everything into the lift of his lips that might otherwise be transmitted in a wink. Arthur watches the man leave and takes the other chair at the table.

“He’s not worth your time,” he says.

Eames casually flashes a black leather wallet—not his. “He already has been.”

“I doubt he’ll miss the cash.”

Eames flips it open and pulls out the driver’s license, perusing it. “It’s not the cash that interests me.”

“He’s your target.”

Eames puts away the wallet. “Or maybe just a person of interest.” He focuses on Arthur, a transparent smile on his face. It could mean anything.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to recruit you. If such a thing is even possible—you must be booked well into next year.”

“What’s the job?”

“An oil man. Bit of a twisted one.”

“Let me guess. Inception?” It wouldn’t be the first offer Arthur’s had this month. It wouldn’t be the first of the week. Whoever blabbed—and Arthur has his theories—made sure that their little reverse-heist was on the lips of every extractor in the industry. Not because they’d tried—God, lots of people had tried—but because Fischer Morrow had folded within six months after Fischer Sr.’s death. Even Arthur hadn’t expected such a swift return.

Eames hums, sympathetic to Arthur’s irritation. He must be hearing a lot of it, too. “You know that the men’s world record for the 100 m dash was at a stalemate for 12 years before it was broken? All it took was one man to crack it and it got beat twice again in four years.”

Arthur pushes down the urge to correct him. It was 14 years, not 12. And it took another five years for it to get broken again. But he knows what he’s saying. For the longest time, Inception was only theory.

“Why, did someone else do it?” That would be interesting.

“A sucker born every two weeks, if the rumour mill is to be believed. Personally, I doubt it.”

“Why, ‘cause you weren’t involved?”

“I was going to say,” Eames says, lifting his glass, “because you weren’t.”

The flattery works, for one unexpected second—Arthur feels a warmth in his neck. He pulls out his water bottle and drinks deeply.

“So what is the job? Extraction? I’m not doing more than two levels. I’m not exactly keen for another one of Yusuf’s concoctions.”

“That’s a shame. I can’t get him off my phone. Says he’s never had such a willing test subject. I think he’d work for free if it meant he got another whack at you.”

“Not a chance. Why aren’t you answering my question?”

“Because I’m savouring this time together before you storm off to annihilate some other poor sod on the court.”

Arthur narrows his eyes. “Why would I storm off?”

“Because you’re not going to like how much you’ll want to do this.”

Arthur listens as Eames tells him the job. He gives it ten steady seconds before he stands and walks away without another word.

“I’ll be in touch!” Eames calls and Arthur gives him the finger without looking back.

[shiredwarf]

the way i used to be normal about solas during inquisition and trespasser..... completely unrelatable now, utterly obsessed with the🥚

[rainingincale]

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[my-religion-greek-myth]

Freedom far away

It's been burning my brain ever since the finale of Agatha All Along.

This blog isn't for the writing purpose but I'm bending my own rule in the name of Agatha XD. I might upload one more if I can organise my imagination on these two

Fem Reader X Agatha X Rio

You were the firstborn of an esteemed aristocratic house, a position that brought both privilege and a constant, heavy gaze upon you. Eyes followed every room you entered and every event you attended. Though the title of heir would never be yours solely because you were a lady, it never seemed to matter to those around you. They treated you as if the future of the house rested upon your shoulders. The elders murmured of marriage alliances with royalty or influential families, whispering that your union could change the fate of your house. Other noble families saw you as a formidable rival, watching closely, ever-ready to seize on the slightest misstep, to turn it into fodder for gossip and criticism.

But you despised the role thrust upon you. While others revered the traditions, the traditional rules and propriety that dictated your every action, you only saw them as chains, binding you to a life scripted long before you were born. You longed to live on your terms, laugh freely, speak without calculation, and defy the mould others sought to press you into. You knew well that the path to freedom would not be simple—but that only made the dream burn brighter.

Besides, you possessed a power that would bring fear and scorn if anyone found out. In a world so bound by tradition and superstition, it was a power that might get you branded as a freak or, worse, stoned to death. You knew the origin of this ability, even if the elders dared not mention it. One of your ancestors had been a shaman, a fact buried under layers of silence and shame. Shamans were both revered and despised—consulted in times of desperation, yet viewed with suspicion and disdain due to their mysterious power.

Only your parents and siblings knew of your gift; not even the current lord of the household, your grandfather, had any inkling. You could command animals, bending them to your will. It had always been that way. At first, it simply seemed that animals were drawn to you. Birds would land beside you without fear, perching on your shoulder or finger. Dogs and cats would flock around you whenever you went outside, rolling onto their backs, begging for your touch. When an agitated horse reared at the central market, a single whisper from you could calm it. It was a charming quirk to everyone else—a testament to your vibrant, gentle nature. But you knew better. This wasn’t mere kindness; it was a hidden power that connected you to the earth's creatures in a way no one else could understand.

But then, it did not matter.

You sighed deeply, resting your chin on your hand. If anyone from the household saw you like this, they would scold you, demanding you act like a noble lady and not lounge on the ground like some street thug in your fine dress. The thought made you scoff.

Earlier, you had overheard a conversation between your grandfather and parents about a potential marriage proposal, and as soon as the word "marriage" came up, you’d bolted from the house. You ignored the calls of your servants and dashed out, uncaring of the stares you attracted along the way.

You kept running, heading toward the edge of the city to the well at the foot of the mountain, next to an ancient willow tree. It was a public place but one where you felt most free. Hardly anyone came here, as it was too remote, and many were scared in case of tigers coming down from the mountain. There was another well closer to the city centre where people preferred gathering and drinking water. Besides, this well was near a shaman’s house, marked by the colourful ribbons tied to the trees nearby—a symbol of ritual and mysticism that kept most people away.

You savoured the solitude of this place, where you could escape the eyes and expectations of others, if only for a moment. Then, you saw them; a couple approaching the well where you sat. The man was wearing a garment in a shade between blue and green, a black fan flicking in his right hand as he spoke. The woman beside him was clad in a dignified violet and purple dress, her posture commanding, though her face was drawn into a faint scowl. They seemed to be in a heated exchange—not quite arguing, but the woman was rolling her eyes while the man chuckled, clearly amused by whatever they were discussing.

As they came closer, a realisation struck you. The man's voice… it was softer, lighter than you had expected, almost too gentle to belong to an adult man. In fact, there was something subtly feminine about him, something that made you look again. He moved with an effortless grace, and though his features held a certain softness.

You couldn’t help but feel a spark of curiosity. Strangers rarely ventured to this remote spot—especially not ones with the dignified grace this pair exuded. As they noticed you, the man gave a slight nod, acknowledging your presence, while the woman raised a single eyebrow, appraising you with an air of amusement. Despite your longing for freedom, the ingrained teachings of etiquette tugged at you, urging you to be polite. You rose to your feet as gracefully as you could manage, offering them a courteous greeting. The man’s dark brown eyes were warm, but behind their softness, you saw a glint of sharp intelligence and a touch of mischief, as though he saw through everything around him. Then, your gaze fell upon the woman. Her eyes—a striking shade of blue—were unlike any you had seen before, deep and captivating, like the ocean’s endless expanse. You found yourself unable to look away, entranced by their beauty. Noticing your gaze, she offered you a small, knowing smile, soft yet tinged with a subtle seductiveness that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Why would a noble lady be here without anyone to protect you?" the man asked, his gaze drifting over the surrounding deep mountains looming over them.

Hearing his voice so clearly, you began to suspect the man was, in fact, a woman. Her voice was captivating, with a rich, melodic quality, yet there was a subtle softness in her frame—a faint curve at her chest that might go unnoticed by most.

"I always come here," you touched your wrist. "Whenever I feel the need of an escape." You leaned back against the well, feeling the cool stone pressing into your back, grounding you.

The woman exchanged a look with her companion before shifting closer and leaning against the well wall beside you. She gave you a mischievous smile. "Wanna talk about it, doll?"

"I don't even know you," you replied cautiously, sizing them up.

Both exuded a quiet authority, an unmistakable presence. It was obvious they were not ordinary travellers—they bore the poise and refinement of nobility. But were they friends or potential adversaries?

The woman in men’s clothing smiled, her eyes briefly darkening as a cloud cast a fleeting shadow over the sun.

“I’m Rio,” she said, her voice lilting like a soft melody as if each syllable held a secret. Her gaze slid toward the woman standing beside you.

“I’m Agatha,” came the whispered reply, the words warm and close, her fingers grazing yours, sending a shiver of electricity down your spine.

"Rio, Agatha," you murmured, savouring the unfamiliar rhythm of their names as they lingered on your tongue.

This was how you met them, how they welcomed you into their embrace. And it was at this moment that your status as a noble began to crumble, all in the name of seeking freedom. To be with them.

Part A | Part B | Part C&D | Part E | Part F | Part G | Part H | Part I&J | Part K | Part L | Part M | Part N | Part O&P | Part Q | Part ? | Epilogue

[marigoldendragon]

Thinking of how the Twst boys would go trying to take a bra off their partner for the first time. Mild spice

Riddle - He'd struggle. He's too emotionally constipated for intimacy at first.

Cater - Easy enough. Man was SMOTHERED by his sisters growing up. He'd be desensitised to all things feminine, it's just another piece of clothing to him.

Trey - It wouldn't be smooth sailing, but he'd just casually laugh at himself and continue what he was doing.

Ace - He'd be nervous but otherwise it'd go smoothly. He thanks his past self for learning all that slight of hand. Dexterity +1

Deuce - He'd be red faced and taking it so seriously. He'd blue screen once he finally gets it off and sees whats underneath.

Leona - Man's ripping that thing off with his teeth. R.I.P bra.

Ruggie - Mr pickpocket would have *zero* problems getting it off you. Dexterity +5

Jack - He'd struggle so much. Not only would his nerves get the better of him but his giant hands are not used to such delicate tasks.

Azul - Another one where his emotional state would impair his hand eye coordination. Don't laugh at him he'd never recover.

Jade - If he knew there was a possibility of such an event happening he would come prepared. Has no difficulties with the task.

Floyd - Man's ripping that thing off with his teeth 2.0. R.I.P another bra.

Kalim - He'd struggle with it, but you guys would have fun laughing about the situation anyway.

Jamil - He's probably helped Kalim get dressed in fancy clothes a lot. Dealt with plenty of fiddly buttons, clasps, toggles etc in the past. Smooth sailing for him.

Vil - Mr world famous model, actor, fashion expert? The most gender non conforming person in the whole school? (except for maybe Lilia). Not only would taking a bra off you be easy you'd probably leave with a better quality one than you came with. (He'd magically make it your size. Great sevens you've never had a bra ft so well)

Rook - He'd take forever with it. Not because of a skill issue, he'd just want to savour the moment.

Epel - Would have practiced/watched tutorials beforehand. Wants to be a smooth operator when the time comes. Be impressed by his manly skill.

Idia - Man would be having massive performance anxiety issues. Please be gentle with him. (He'd be bragging about his skills later online though)

I feel weird including Ortho in this. Skip!

Malleus - There's a possibility of him getting in his own head about having to deal with unknown 'human' clothing. Wouldn't be an issue though, he'd just magic it off you.

Silver - He's calm and steady. Even if he's got butterflies in his stomach he takes it slow and has no problems.

Sebek - Yet another emotionally constipated one who's head gets in the way of their hands. Takes him a minute. Probably blushes and averts his gaze like a scandalised housewife when he finally sees the tiddy.

Lilia - hahahaha Man has that thing off you before you even realise he's reached for the clasp. Dexterity +100

.... you know what I might include the staff this time. Although they're all adults who have presumably encountered bras before XD

Crowley - Mans won't shut up. Keeps droning on and you wonder if he's ever going to make his move only for you to discover your not wearing a bra anymore. When did he do that?

Crewel - If he's taking it off you it's likely just so he can put some other fancy lingerie back on you.

Vargas - Hands too big and muscular. Accidentally breaks it in the process. Another for the bra graveyard.

Trein - He's had a wife. Man knows what he's doing.

Sam - Quick and deft with it. This man FUCKS

[vrystalius]

Could I request a Kimetsu Academy, Home Economics teacher Hotaru Haganezuka with a vampire Fem!Reader who loves her partner's, aka Haganezuka's blood almost as much as she loves him? Thank you!

Late Night Prep

You were helping Hotaru prepare ingredients for tomorrow’s class, but can’t stop staring at the bulging veins of his arms.

Pairing: Hotaru x fem!reader

Hotaru was hunched over the counter, chopping and sorting vegetables, herbs and whatnot into containers to use tomorrow. He was in the same position for about two hours now, only moving away to grab even more foods to prepare. You weren’t bothered by leaning against the counter next to him and watch him do this mundane task, quite the opposite. You weren’t paying attention to his slicing skills, how handsome he was looking or what he is chopping, instead, you were staring at those deliciously pulsing veins in his arms, so pronounced by the way he was flexing his arms and repeating the same motion over and over. You would never wish harm upon your dearest, but you were silently wishing he’d cut himself, just a little for you to see or maybe even taste the blood—

“Are you going to stand and state at me the whole night?”

Hotaru mumbled, not breaking view with his knife or the garlic he was chopping right now. Clearing your throat, you snap back to reality and stopped gawking at his arms for a moment.

“Ah, I’m… just admiring your technique that’s all!”

He spared you a small glance, his brows furrowed and eyes judging you a little. Suddenly, Hotaru let out a small yelp and dropped his knife, checking his bleeding finger. There was a small cut but the blood dripping out of it was slightly concerning. He acted quickly and grabbed a clean towel, wrapping his finger in it.

“Don’t just stand here, grab me a bandage or something!!”

You were to busy staring at the bloody fingers and the crimson sweetness flooding out of it that Hotaru’s snapping finally pulled you out of your trance. You gave him a small nod and quickly reached for the first aid kit, grabbing some bandaids and a bandage before turning back to him. He carefully unravelled the towel. A dreamy sigh escaped your lips at the sight. Your husband raised his eyebrow at you and how you were standing in your spot, not moving towards him.

“Are you going to move or no?! I need some help over here!”

You suddenly lunged at him, grabbing his wrist and sliding his finger between your lips, savouring the sweetly metallic taste of Hotaru’s blood. He didn’t move or ripped his fingers out of your mouth like any other normal person would’ve in that moment, instead he simply stared at your and how your lips were wrapped around his finger like that. His mouth was slightly agape in confusion, arousal weirdly enough started pooling in his stomach. He watched as you closed your eyes and felt how your tongue was swirling around his wound. Finally, you suddenly flinched away, your whole face scrunching together in disgust. Your whole mouth felt like it was on fire and being paralysed at the same time.

“Y-You were cutting garlic??”

“Of course I was!! Didn’t you see?! I was testing out the silver knife-“

“SILVER?!”

I’ve never written for him before, have I? Well I was due to then XD Before I even read the manga, I loved Hotaru ever since his first appearance in Urokodaki’s house. I’m planning on recreating his mask in clay soon and maybe even recreate his hat with the wind chimes attached to it! I hoped you enjoyed this and thank you for requesting <33 Also, apparently, silver doesn’t just harm werewolves but vampires as well! Never knew that.

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough <3

Take care of yourselves <3 Send in some more requests if you like! This event lasts until Halloween <3

[raygirlramblings]

🌟🌟🌟HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAYMAN 2023🌟🌟🌟

It’s Sept 1st so you know what that means. Time to celebrate a very special bean :)

The last few months have been pretty jam packed for Rayman fans considering the endless deserts we’ve had before. Youtooz, Captain Laserhawk, and of course the long awaited DLC for Mario And Rabbids: Sparks of Hope. Finally our favourite boy is back in 3D and he LOOKS SO GOOD 💖. I’m still working my way through the DLC savouring all the Raymany goodness for as long as I can, and it just feels so good to be able to play as the Limbless Hero again. It’s weirdly emotional, not gonna lie.

I felt that considering the release it would be important to recognise the input of the Mario games for getting Rayman back into the spotlight. The Sparks of Hope team have been fighting tooth and nail to not only get Rayman back out there but have him looking, sounding and performing like a champ. And it would never have happened without this collaboration between the Rabbids and Mario teams 💖. I hope that this will be the break Rayman needs to prove his chops as a gaming icon. And maybe, just maybe, get his own game in full 3D once again XD. Wouldn’t that be wonderful.

So like any good party in the Mushroom Kingdom, Princess Peach made a cake for the birthday bean ^_^ It seems only fitting she and the Mario Bros would welcome Rayman with open arms the way they welcomed the Rabbids. Shout out to the Mario fans and the Rabbid fans who have also maintained hype for this DLC. You folk are delights.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Cruella De Vil x Reader || Smexcerpt

Plot: You've had an exhausting day, and eating out your mean lady is just what you need 💋🚬

Warnings: Smuttttt. Also Cruella is very mean 😅 XD

Nothing special. I just want more fics of eating out women... especially Her XD

Sighing, you close her office door behind you and drop your bag on the ground by the doorway, before rolling your tight shoulders. "Oh my god, it's been the longest workday... " You're tired, you have a headache and you're just done with the world.

"Go home, then." Cruella tells you like it's obvious, rolling her eyes at the papers she was going through; highlighting and underlining.

Huffing, you plop in the seat across from her desk. "I wanted to see you, though."

"Well, I'm busy." She puts down the papers and slips her sharp nails under another pile, focusing her snake-like eyes on those new figures without pause. "Make yourself useful, somehow."

"Can't work anymore. Head broken. Brain-dead."

She shakes her head, waiving you off. "Get me a drink then, or something. Go get yourself a snack. Oversee the window cleaning on the second floor. Ride the lift until your stupid little head goes fuzzy- I don't care. But don't you hinder me when I'm busy."

Your head's already fuzzy, you think.

...

...

...

It takes you a few minutes before you do it, so credit where credit is due. But it's not long, before you put your fuzzy brain to good use.

The steel doors of Cruella's office are sealed closed, so you simply settle under her desk and get comfortable between her smooth thighs after slipping her her sleek black panties off of her. Above you, you hear her release a sigh; muttering to herself. "Well, better then nothing... "

As soon as you start softly licking her pretty pussy you start to feel relieved from your day. Like her cunt's the cure to your headache and tight muscles, the moment you feel her soft lips under your salacious tongue you feel immediate relief. You think her pussy is magic, and you're addicted.

Every stroke of your tongue against her velvety cunt makes you feel better, more comfortable, and warmer. You don't even mind the hardness of the cold tile ground your bony knees are digging into.

When Cruella inevitably becomes drippy and needy under your attentions, her slick all over you chin and trickling onto your neck, you slip your hands around her thighs and hold her thighs against the sides of your head and really start to go down on that magic pussy. With fluid strokes, you draw your tongue deeply into her and suck her at the same time. When her sharp fingernails scrape against your sore skull you give a pathetic, fully contented moan into her. Then she tugs your hair s l o w l y, for a drawn out few moments, and you just want to melt.

You have to pause sucking her off to breath and pull yourself together, hair in your face, and give her thighs and pussy a few kisses, before returning to your tawdry activity.

After this you start rubbing your tongue continuously against her clit, and when you hear Cruella's pen be set down very firmly onto the desk with a snap, you can't help but smirk; drowsy and pussy-drunk. With one last, long lick across her wet, soft pussy, you finally take your mouth away from her.

When, finally, you drive two of your fingers slowly into her mushy, used hole, now beinb set back on your butt under the desk so that you can watch your fingers dissapear in and slick ooz out, it takes all of 4 good thrusts in-and-out for Cruella cum. To squeeze your hair around her fist, and clench your knuckles inside her so tight your lips part because god that's hot.

... she relaxes again after a few seconds and you slip your fingers free from her, and suck them clean, savouring the last bits of her flavour. Cruella sighs, and puts the flat of her high heeled shoe to your body and half pushes, half kicks you out from under the desk. You fall back on the heels of your hands, and give a giggle.

"Well I hope you feel better," Cruella sighs, frustrated. "You've just wasted my time. Out."

Shaking your head, you pop back up into your seat and flash Cruella a grin; chin covered in grease and hair a mess. "I do feel better, thank you very much. I'll get you that drink, now. What do you want, darling?"

She raises a brow at you, your boldness, before sighing and chucking a cardboard box of tissues at your chest and looking back to her work. "Make yourself presentable first. You'll get me jasmine tea, piping hot, and if you get it wrong you'll get back under the desk. Clear?"

With a wicked smirk, you nod. "... You want biscuits?"

"Of course I want biscuits, you little idiot." 

[gay-dorito-dust]

I hear you write for tekken!!! So idk if ur okay with this but: Jin Kazama x fem reader post sex cuddles and sweet nothings XD

This man has a slutty waist, why am I a slut for a man with a slutty waist it’s not fair- anyways this is my first time writing for something like this, so if it comes off shit that’s why. 🦦

‘I wasn’t too rough was I?’ Was the first thing Jin asked whilst holding you firmly against his chest, his strong hands were splayed across your back and his fingers were on the verge of lulling you to sleep with their gently and soothing caresses.

‘Rough? No. Passionate and romantic? Absolutely but I wasn’t exactly complaining now was I.’ You teased with a hoarse voice that was slowly but surly recovering. You had to admit your were a little sore in places but it wasn’t like it was completely unpleasant to the point you’d have to say something about it.

After all you knew how seriously Jin took you and your safety that even if you did mention it, he’d be out of bed before you know it to find something to relieve your soreness whilst treating you like glass in the process; something you have got to help him unlearn because you knew you weren’t going to break under his touch but he didn’t.

Sweet as that might be, sometimes you just want to be held in the well defined arms of your beautiful man and soak in the aftermath together with nothing but the sound of your breathing for company.

‘I’m serious, you need to tell me if I’m ever going too far next time.’ Jin insisted as he looked down at you with a serious expression. ‘I don’t want to ever cause you harm…no matter the circumstance.’ You understood his fear but in that moment you couldn’t get it out of your head of how lucky you were to have someone as ethereal as Jin in your life as you reached a hand out to hold the side of his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb.

‘And I’m serious when I say that you could never hurt me Jin. I put my trust in you for a reason and you’ve never gave me a reason to regret that decision.’ You told him softly as you pulled him in close without waiting for him to say anything, just so that you could kiss him on the lips, melting at the sweetness of it as you weaved your lips between one another; savouring it at your own pace and committing it to memory so that you’d never forget the taste of his kiss. Something that you were starting to think was impossible because how could you possibly be made to forget a kiss as unique and enticing as Jin’s?

‘What did ever I do to deserve someone as beautiful, as kind and understanding as you after all I’ve done or will ever do afterwards this moment?’ Jin asked upon pulling away, tucking you even closer against him as though he was fearing that you’d be taken from him in that very moment. You traced shapes into his broad chest before planting a few quick kisses there before making yourself at home within the crook of his neck, nosing the skin there affectionately.

‘Just being you.’ You replied softly, moving a hand to play with his hair, hearing him hum in content. ‘It may not sound like much of a reason but to name just a single thing that I love about you should be illegal when I love you in your entirety.’ You added, feeling the need to let everything you’ve been keeping inside out while given the chance. You didn’t want to regret anything later on nor leave a single thing unsaid between the two of you. ‘Good and the bad because it wouldn’t be nearly as genuine a love if I only focused solely on your good traits. I wouldn’t be loving you authentically if I did.’ You concluded, feeling a weight finally remove itself from your chest.

‘Then I too want to love you as authentically as possible.’ Jin stated as though it was fact. ‘Allow me to love your flaws as I do the rest of you, frivolously and without a second thought, for you have opened me up the idea that love is anything but beautiful, that love is patient, kind and considerate of those who are a little more lenient to let themselves freely fall into it.’

Jin then rested his forehead against the top of your head, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply, wanting to engrave this moment to memory in hopes of having something to look back at fondly. ‘You’ve shown me all of that and so much more that I don’t think I could possibly hope to repay you for all you’ve done for me but I can only try.’

You smiled as you began to close your eyes also, finally conceding to your body’s desire to fall fast asleep, though not before saying. ‘You already do Jin, you already do and I couldn’t be even more in love, if that’s even possible.’ You let out a sleepy chuckle and felt Jin gently kiss into your head.

‘I’m glad to hear that because you’ve made me a really, really happy man that I didn’t know I could even be.’ He mutters.

‘You deserve to be happy Jin, more then anyone.’ You sluggishly responded, kissing his neck.

[justporo]

HELLOO!!! I have been obsessing over Astarion soooooo much, so I dashed over here the moment I saw you XD

Could I maybe request something with softer morning sex for Astarion? I’d imagine that sex in a romantic/soft light would be basically unknown to Astarion, so I’d loveee to see how he’d end up acting in something meant to feel intimate and connecting above all else.

No need to preform, no need to plan, just something gentle.

First of all, thank you for the request - I was working something out for this for quite some time now.

So this is a little different, because it‘s from Astarion‘s POV which I was a bit afraid to write because I really have to nail his character. So I hope I did him and your request justice!

Pairing: Astarion / Fem!Tav (shamelessly based on my Tav)

Warning: Explicit Sexual Content

(Also try and imagine this in Astarion's voice? Because I think that helps 👀)

Spaces In Between

I open my eyes. Immediately, I can feel the sunlight caressingly warm my back with its gentle touch. I close my eyes again for just a moment, savouring the feeling of the light upon my body - a sensation that always makes me yearn for more and I hope that I will still have some more time to enjoy it. To have a few more of these tranquil moments since I broke my chains of enslavement and before I will become a creature of the night once more when we‘ll figure this whole mess out, finally.

But when I open my eyes again I turn around to the one thing that has already become more important to me than the feeling of sunlight on my pale skin: her.

I turn and lay on my side, thin blanket draped around my waist and other than that bare. And so is she - my beautiful Tav. She‘s sitting on the edge of the bed in which we very much enjoyed each other‘s company last night, some of it even only talking and holding each other. Because who would‘ve thought that after all the miseries in the world I’ve had to endure the most unlikely thing would happen: meeting someone who actually gave a rat‘s arse about me, more even, someone who cares for me, someone who sees more in me, someone who wants to be with me… for me. And of course me falling for that someone. We truly live in the most unlikely version of how things could have turned out - not that I‘m complaining.

I see how she stretches and softly yawns. Her arms and upper body forming a long elegant curved line outlined by fingers of light falling through the windows. Her reddish hair drops from her hands down her freckled back. I‘m torn between admiring the delectable view and grabbing her and devouring her delicious self right on the spot.

I settle for something in between.

„Not staying for a cuddle?“, I ask her with a pout and use the words she‘d used on me back then - the first night I had her. Back then when I didn‘t know yet why it had felt different to hold her. Somewhere in between then and now things had changed.

It feels forever ago and she‘s probably already forgotten about it. But when she turns her head around and smirks, I know that she hasn‘t - if it could, my dead little heart would stutter.

„I didn‘t want to rip you from your dreams just yet“, she says, her arms slowly coming down, her upper body turning to me - revealing just how pleasantly naked she is, right in front of me. Gods, she‘s a vision.

„Oh, don‘t worry, my love, I feel like I am still dreaming“, I respond with a grin and stretch out an arm - an invitation for her to join me in an embrace.

She giggles at my answer which makes her nose scrunch - yet again, my withered heart might give out.

She climbs back into bed towards me. „Also, since when do you need to steal my lines?“, she says as she shuffles towards me, her eyebrows are raised. She‘s become so much more sassy since she‘s been with me - I‘m such a good influence.

I place one hand on my bare chest and make a shocked face: „My love, when did I ever have to resort to stealing anything?“ „Yeah yeah yeah, you‘re full of shit, Astarion“, she responds without even looking at me while she lifts up the blanket covering me to scurry under it - did I mention I love her?

She tangles her legs with mine and moves to embrace me fully but I softly press her shoulder down so she lays back while I‘m on my side, leaning on one arm, so I can fully take her in.

We talk and joke and laugh. My eyes and hands keep wandering over her face and body. Her beautiful face with these open silver eyes, the scar over her nose and those tattoos bending away from her lids that make her look so fierce - even though she admitted to me she had them done in a fit of youthful rage. Her body is so soft and warm beneath my hands. She‘s become my sun.

Her warm hand is on my chest while mine explores her. Charting the curves of her collar bone, her breasts, her stomach. She‘s full of elegant curves, never-ending liquid motion.

I‘m kissing her now, softly, but it‘s still all teeth and tongues - because in between conversation and trying to imprint her body on my mind, I found, I had to show her how much I love her.

The kiss quickly loses any innocence it had, her hands start to roam my body as well why mine rubs decreasing circles on her breast until it has reached its peak. She moans softly into my mouth which I can only answer with a groan. Knowing how she feels for me, how much she wants me - me, and not just a body - almost breaks me.

My desire for her is rapidly growing, like a wildfire - all consuming.

And I want her - like I possibly never wanted anything in my life; or un-life for that matter.

„Do you-“, I start to ask but her hand immediately grabs my shoulder to pull me down more to her and she nods eagerly while pressing her lips to mine again. I happily give in to my cravings and climb onto her, supporting myself with one arm and with the other grabbing one of her roaming hands to tangle my fingers with hers and push our joint hands down next to her head.

I am in between her legs that wrap around me. Her foot slowly wanders down my calf and almost turns me insane while I smoothly enter her, making her gasp.

She breaks the kiss and her eyes widen when she feels me inside of her - the silver in her irises look molten, swirling with lust and need.

I feel her heat and her wetness and relish the thought that it‘s me that has her writhing and moaning and wanting more.

Her free hand is on my back, softly wandering over it and the lines of a life I‘m trying to forget. Trying to be just here with her.

I move my hips and start kissing her neck and her hand grabs my neck softly, starts caressing the back of my head and tangle in my curls. The soft touch almost makes my eyes roll back in my head while I trail kisses from her one ear to the other.

Then her hand curls at the back of my neck, just the right amount of painful to heighten my pleasure. She arches her neck for me in an invitation - an invitation I might not be able to resist.

I can feel her pulse quicken under my lips while I keep moving - our bodies connecting time and time again taking us both further and further up.

Her intoxicating smell surrounds me, her scent heightened by her rapid heartbeat and lust. It‘s beckoning to me like a siren song, bewitching me, urging me to give in.

But this other need is way more urgent to me. So I kiss her again, teeth only grazing her skin but not drawing any blood, my pace quickens and becomes more desperate.

I lower my body weight almost fully onto her, desperate to feel her soft curves against my body. Being fully skin to skin with her - nothing in between. And she arches her back, her body pressing into mine in an even more intense way.

I look at her face again and see soft pleading in her eyes - wanting me to gently push her over the edge and then jump head-first to join her.

And I am more than willing to be her servant in the cause. I push up again, the sudden loss of body contact making her whimper softly, and I move to let the hand that was holding hers sneak in between us to help her give her what she desires.

But to my surprise she grabs my hand and looks deeply into my eyes while she‘s positively shivering and shuddering with unfulfilled pleasures. „This is about you“, she whispers. Her face and hand nudging me to let go and fall back onto her.

And I hesitate - just a moment - not used to being the one whose needs have priority. But she keeps pushing me, her hand at the back of my head again, pulling me down to her again.

And so I give in fully - giving myself to what I desire most in this moment and to her. Bodies, minds and hearts fully tangled in each other. Quickening the pace yet more, feeling her heat, hearing her and mine ragged breaths.

And then I fall, once more, for her but also for my pleasure, throwing my head back, eyes rolling into the back of my skull, moaning her name while the height of lust pulsates through me.

When I come back down I know she‘s patiently waiting, not expecting anything in return. But I still want to give it to her. She deserves it, every minute piece of affection. She who helped me break my chains, she who offered me her heart and soul with no other motive behind it than wanting to be mine.

I slide from inside her and quickly move down, making her gasp once more in surprise. I press my mouth to her core and start to suck and work my tongue around her most sensitive part - tasting her and myself through it.

It doesn‘t take long. She‘s eager to join me in my fall. And I feel it when it hits her, waves crushing through her, making her moan and press her thighs together around my head while I won‘t let the tip of my tongue stop moving - directing her through her downfall.

And this is where I want to stay - in between her legs, her body wrapped around me, in between the last day and the next, in between the last challenge and the next mortal peril; knowing there‘s no in between between her heart and mine.

[harmlessghosty]

Saw the vamp!touchstarved character braunrote and I offer my opinions:

Vampire Vere would be ruthless before he really falls in love with reader. He's greedy and wouldn't think twice about draining someone. But tbh I think when he gets close/serious with reader he'd still be greedy and messy and shit but he'd drink readers blood like it's fine wine. He gets his main fix from other victims but really savours reader. Expect it to be extremely bloody tho, he likes it to look like a crime scene xD

Leander for sure tries to kinda hide it. Not hardcore, bit he tries not to tell EVERYONE. He won't go our of his way but also you wouldn't know by just looking at him. I also think he'd be hesitant to drink from his SO and would make it way romantic, or at least he'd try

Mhin would go out of their way to hide that their a vampire. Would NEVER EVER dream of drinking from a person. They and up having to do it but they won't be happy. Also if their SO asked for them to drink their blood Mhin would refuse 100 times before agreeing. Feels very bad that they actually enjoyed it.... Might have gone a bit overboard too (vere did find out and tease them to hell and back fs)

I don't have much on Ais and Kuras rn cause... Brain empty

VAMPIRE TOUCHSTARVED BRAINROT, LET’S GOOOO! I love love LOVE all of your headcanons. Absolutely love them.

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Vampire Vere would definitely not think twice about murder. MC would find him dabbing at his crimson lips with bloodstained, monogrammed handkerchiefs more often than not. And when he wants to feed from his beloved? It’s an entire show he puts on. They get a candlelit room, a nice hot meal, tons of fluffy pillows and blankets…the whole nine yards, before he leans so close, his breath runs across the nape of their neck. “You smell delightful,” he whispers, a firm kiss pressing to their skin. “I’m sure you don’t mind that I eat after all of this preparation I’ve done for you, hm?”

Leander DEFINITELY tries to hide it. There are rumors, of course, swirling around Eridia, but no one really knows what’s true and what’s not. Turns out, being a contracted killer really helps conceal his vampiric identity! He can easily do away with bodies and no one will ask questions. Why do criminals keep appearing with two holes in the same spot on their neck? Weird. Maybe someone should hire Leander to look into that and find the culprit…and of course, he’ll take MC along for the journey, which seems a bit more roundabout than it should be. If he needs to feed during the trip, then perhaps they’re a good source of sustenance. After all, does it matter if his beloved knows his secret? They won’t tell a soul unless they’re trying to get themselves mysteriously killed too…

Mhin would never drink from a person…unless they’re absolutely starving to death. Even then, I imagine it to be a moment of disgust with themself—retching and vomiting the first few times they feed, then admitting they need to drink blood for their survival and doing it as humanely as possible. They knock out their victims and only drink until the hunger has barely subsided. They choose spots beneath clothes where marks could be mistaken for bug bites. Mhin struggles to admit they like MC’s blood more than anyone else’s; they really wish they didn’t, but they can’t get enough of it, to the point that they find it difficult to sleep beside them at night without absentmindedly running their fangs along MC’s skin. They’re just so hungry around their partner. Maybe…just a little sip…

Ais is a voracious beast and doesn’t try to hide his vampiric nature even a little bit. Everyone knows he’s dangerous, and everyone avoids him like the plague. And naturally, Ais with Vere is…horrifying. There’s a lot of begging for him to give mercy and let them live, but he’s no fool. If he lets too many of his victims live, then surely people will find a way to gang up on him. While that’s an interesting proposition, he’s not sure he wants to fight a dozen weak-ass humans when he’d much rather fight someone of his own caliper; humans are just too pathetic. When he meets MC, he’s constantly teasing them with flashes of his long fangs. “Scared? Should be, little sparrow,” he says, scrubbing dried blood off of his knuckles. He even sneaks up to feed from them, thinking MC will just be another victim, but somehow becomes smitten with their taste instead. They should be savored. It’s much more satisfying tasting them on occasion than devouring them whole so quickly.

Kuras is meticulous. He’s very much prone to drawing blood through proper means and drinking it from simple testing tubes in shot-like doses. If a patient needs a transfusion or a blood test, he’ll simply take an extra vial or two as payment. Yes, he feels guilty at first, but he can’t allow himself to starve when he needs to help the people of Eridia as a consequence of his terrible past. When MC is discovered practically bled out and armless, he makes sure to put them back together and doesn’t take a sample, not even a little, but he strongly considers it. He even has to wipe drool from his lips because they simply smell so strongly of beautiful blood. When they get closer to him and realize his true nature, he offers little more than a calm smile. “Would you like to sustain me as well, or do you prefer our current partnership instead?”

[beregond35]

Writing Patterns tag game (Inspired by this post)

Rules: post the last sentence from your 10 most recently posted fics (less if you don't have 10 is also fine). Here goes (I'm excluding my WIP): 1. So he just let it happen. - From Harbingers of War.

2. Wasn’t he? - From The Road So Far: Gabriel Edition.

3. The imps squeaked, clearly liking this new friend already. - From T.G.I.F.

4. “Yes.” - From Unsteady.

5. They simply remained close to one another and watched the stars in the clear night sky. - From Black Dog.

6. He kissed the top of her head and the two remained sitting at the porch, savouring each other’s closeness. - From Kikimora.

7. These sort of deals? He was more than happy to make them . - From A Day in the Limelight.

8. Cas spread a pair of his wings to hug them both, and that’s how all three remained, gazing at the stars till dawn. - From Ghost Riders.

9. In time. - From Bad Blood.

10. “But of course, angel,” he purred. - From The Cat in the Trenchcoat.

So... it looks like I'm very laconic in my endings or have my characters unwind. XD

If anyone wants to do this, they're more than welcome. :)

[ithebookhoarder]

Relationship A - Z: (Alfie Solomons x F!Reader)

A/N: I randomly ended up catching a friend rewatching an episode of Peaky Blinders recently, and may have fallen back in love with this man again. So, it felt only right to finish this, after it sitting in my pile of unfinished drafts for months XD...

Yet again, for anyone who wants to know, I’m using Dameronlogy’s list here for this prompt. You can find it on their blog, or here. Thanks for all your love and support recently. It means a lot.

Masterlist:

A - actions. what sort of things do they do to show they love their s.o? 

Alfie listens which makes you feel special and valued to no end - something he demonstrates over and over again in many different ways. 

For example, if you say something is your favourite then he is sure to order it and leave it on your desk, whether it’s flowers, perfume, or books by a certain author. 

You even catch him one night, reading your favourite book, and can’t believe it when he starts asking you about it at breakfast the next morning, clearly having absorbed every word with great interest. 

And conversely, if you say you don’t like something… well, then it is all but eliminated from your life. Mushrooms? He’ll never let them touch your plate again. A certain cologne makes your headache? NO one at the factory can wear it. You’re allergic to something? Then Alfie will add it to a never ending list of enemies that need vanquishing and god help it if someone dares try to bring it close to you. 

He also shows it by asking about things you’ve mentioned, remembering all your friends and family names, as well as all the drama too (something you know he thoroughly enjoys catching up on, as yes, whether Mindy’s second husband is cheating on her is more interesting than answering Tommy’s letters.) 

B - beginnings. how did the relationship begin? how has it changed? 

However you met, you can guarantee that it took a while for you both to get to a point where you realised how you felt about one another. Alfie would definitely try to woo you though, even from the start. Tipping his hat when he passes you, sending gifts with handwritten notes, and taking you on lavish dates that clearly took time and effort to plan - he is a gentleman in many ways and refuses to treat you as anything less than a lady, even if you continually insist it isn’t necessary. 

C - comfortable. how comfy are they with each other? peeing with the door open close, or would they rather keep the mystery? 

He’d try to keep a line drawn between his work and your home life, but I feel he’d surrender pretty quickly once you start wearing it down. He has walls that he’s built pretty high and it takes him a while to figure out that it’s ok to let someone in every now and then - especially you.  

Soon enough, he’s sharing everything with you, from the sales figures, to other confidential business information. He keeps nothing back and neither do you. It’s a partnership and that makes you both incredibly happy. 

D - dates. do they consider dates to be important? what kind do they prefer? 

Dates are incredibly important to Alfie. They’re his chance to escape the darkness that follows him in his day to day life and to savour your company. They’re also a chance to strengthen your relationship which is the most important thing in his world. 

As for the types of dates, well, Alfie enjoys mixing things up, alternating between quiet evenings at home with you and nights hitting the town. 

E - engagement. how would they propose? who would even pop the question? 

Alfie would propose to you for sure. In fact, he’s probably been planning on asking you since the moment you first agreed to let him take you to dinner. He can see it all in in his head, and has his mother’s ring on standby for the day he finally musters up the courage to ask.  

F - fundamental. for them, what is the most fundamental part of a relationship? 

Loyalty - which I know sounds ironic given Alfie’s history, but it’s different when it comes to your personal lives. You’re not like his business, so there are no muddy waters for you to have to navigate through when it comes to right and wrong. You’re a team and that’s that, first, last, and always. 

You have each other’s back and love each other for who you are, and that’s why Alfie loves you so much. As long as you trust one another then you can handle anything, whether it be business at the bakery, or even hosting a dinner for the local community in your home. 

G - gratitude. how do they show their appreciation for you?

By spoiling you rotten. This could be via services for you, such as foot rubs, making you fall apart over and over in bed, or baking for you. Or, this could also be via material gifts, such as glittering jewels he’s procured from ‘work’ or fine dresses that you know cost far too much for any one person to own. But that’s Alfie. He loves to gift you fine things and watch as you put them on, looking every bit as regal and expensive as a queen - which is just how Alfie sees you anyway. 

H - home. a random domestic headcanon. 

This man can actually bake, which is fitting given his business front. Still, despite his true business ventures, Alfie can actually bake pretty well and loves to find an excuse to break out his mother’s recipes in the kitchen for you. Most days off start with you waking to the smell of something sweet wafting up the stairs, and the sound of your husband whistling as he works. 

He also has a pair of fluffy slippers that he would keep hidden with his life, if it came to it, rather than let anyone other than you know about them. He really doesn’t look so threatening with them on, which isn’t exactly the look he’s going for.  

I - infinite. do they believe their love is endless, or is there something that could break it? 

Alfie is a realist. Let’s be honest. He’s seen too much of humanity and the world not to be. Just because he expects the worst out of everyone in the world, doesn’t mean he isn’t determined to make your relationship work anyway. If he wants something he goes for it and his happy ever after is one of those things. 

It takes a lot of patience and self-work to not always fly off the handle or let the little things blow up into massive issues. You’d have your bumps along the way, especially in the early days, but you’d both find your feet together. In fact, soon your marriage is the gold standard amongst your friends. 

The secret? It’s learning not to see love as something that is either there or not. It’s something you earn, you build, you tend to. You don’t give up on it, no matter what the world throws at you. 

J - jokes. who's the funny one? 

Alfie is funny and often makes you laugh, but I think you’d get your fair share of laughter out of him too. He’s a goofy one when you finally crack through that shell of his, but he can take banter as well as giving it. In fact, the first time he properly laughed whilst at work he made the entire factory floor grind to a halt in surprise. You’d have heard a pin drop everyone looked so scared and confused.

K - kiss. how do they kiss? favourite type?

Alfie may seem like a massive extrovert, and he can be in the right circumstances. But when it comes to you? I feel like this man is private and protective af. He doesn’t like making a massive spectacle of you or your attentions. So, it’s the little kisses that are his favourite. The ones you subtly press to his cheek or hand whenever you’re near him. When you’re sat in his office or in the car together. When you’re lying side by side in bed and fighting the urge to close your eyes and doze off in his arms. They’re a constant reminder of the love you have for him. 

L - longing. who's the clingy one? how are they with long distance? 

Interestingly, I feel Alfie would be the clingy one, even though he is the one most often away from home, travelling for work. He calls you when he can, though, and makes sure to spend a day with you when he returns. 

He also has men watching you to ‘keep you safe’, even if he knows it drives you mad. Still, you put up with it because it makes him happy, making sure to offer each poor sod a cup of tea for their efforts, and charming them each into compliance. 

M - marriage. do they wanna get married? 

Alfie would love to marry you, let’s be honest. The chance to have a fancy wedding with the local community, and everyone witnessing how lucky he is to call you his? He’d be in his element - and the luckiest bastard alive. To call you Mrs Solomons is something he fantasises about nightly, and the ring box sitting in his desk drawer suggests it won’t be long before he asks you either. He would prefer a traditional Jewish ceremony, but wouldn’t insist if you said otherwise. After all, he just wants you to be happy. 

N - nicknames. what ones do they like? 

Sweetheart, Darlin’, Love… he has a lot of nicknames for you, each one depending on his mood. You can often tell a lot about how he’s feeling by the nickname he chooses to greet you with. Like, if he calls you by your actual name, then he’s feeling serious about something. It can be good or bad but he doesn’t use it lightly… just as he keeps ‘Oytser’ and a few other Yiddish terms for special occasions, usually when you’re alone. 

O - over the top. are they ever ott? or are they more low-key? 

This is Alfie. He’s OTT to the extreme. This wouldn’t change when it comes to you. His personality is as big as his empire and you wouldn’t change it for the world. It keeps things interesting, for a start, and you fell in love with him for him, just as he did you. That doesn’t mean, however, that you don’t sometimes wish things were simpler and quieter - especially once Tommy Shelby comes into your lives. That man only eggs Alfie on and makes him all the worse. 

P - picture. what's their favourite picture of them and their s.o? 

It would be something simple yet intimate to be honest, like a wedding photo, or one of the pair of you taken at a company soiree. He loves it because you’re dressed to the nines, wrapped in each other’s arms, and grinning like a pair of love sick soppy bastards. 

Q - quintessential. what is one they would refuse to compromise in their relationship? what's a deal-breaker for them? 

As I said before. Loyalty is everything to him. Plain and simple. 

R - rage. who is the most likely to start an argument? 

… come on. Alfie. For sure. He probably wouldn’t mean to, unlike when he’s with people to do with the business. Oh no, this man would do his very best not to upset you, given that you’re the one person in all the world that means everything to him. However, he’s still him. He still has a temper and a short fuse that all too often blows up whether it’s about not being able to find his cane, or about the fact he may or may not have pissed off an Italian gangster and needs you to flee to some safehouse for a week. 

He’ll take whatever rage you give back to him and can grovel with the best of them. Expect many bouquets, kisses, and angry sex, followed by make up sex is all I can say. 

S - sickness. who gets sick most often? what are they like when they’re sick? 

Given what we’ve seen in the show, I think Alfie would get ill most often. This can be due to his inability to take a day off or get a decent night’s rest in him, but it can also be due to more serious factors like his war wounds. Still, you’re a great nurse and aren’t afraid of ‘Big bad Solomons’, even if he does his best to get out of taking medicines or staying in bed. 

You can be a spitfire when you need to be and when it comes to caring for your husband, then you turn into the most fearsome Solomons in the West End. Scarier men than him have blanched and run away after being screamed at, by you, for refusing to let your husband out of meetings. Even Tommy himself once actually apologised after a dressing down from you, and sent a bottle of whiskey by way of apology. 

T - tattoo. would they ever get matching tattoos with their s.o, or a tattoo for them? 

Alfie would definitely get one for you. He has a lot anyway, but one dedicated to you would be important to him, so that he carries you with him. He’d also probably get it done over his heart, so it is all the more special as he claims it’s a visual reminder of the mark you’ve left on him. 

You make sure to call him a softy, but kiss him anyway once he tells you. 

U - understanding. how understanding are they? or are they a little difficult? 

All things considered, I think Alfie would actually be rather understanding about most things. It isn’t like his world is black and white, and he knows the world can be a complicated and unfair place. Sure, he’s stubborn but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t try to at least see things from a different perspective before deciding he was right in the first place. 

If anything, you’d be the one who is less understanding. By that, I mean, you have patience - the patience of a god damn saint, according to most of your friends - but God help you if Alfie makes a promise and then breaks it. You’ll put up with almost anything but if he makes a promise then he knows he has to keep it, else face your wrath later. 

V - vases. do they buy flowers?

Alfie would buy you flowers all the time. True, he’d normally bark at Ollie to order them for him, especially if it’s for an occasion or if he’s in trouble… he knows exactly what kind of flowers are your favourites and isn’t afraid to send you fields worth if it would make you smile. After all, in a city as grey and metropolitan as London, you savour any bud of greenery or coloured petals. It’s why you’ve come home to the kitchen filled with Sunflowers once or twice, after mentioning that you’d had a bad day… only the best for you, Alfie always says - to brighten your day, just as you brighten his life by being in it. 

W - wandering. do they wanna travel? or immediately settle down? 

He may be known as ‘the wandering Jew’ but Alfie would want to settle down, to be honest. You, him, Cyril and whatever kids you two have in a cottage by the sea in Margate… that’s the dream. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy taking you to places though, spoiling you with trips abroad every now and then, like Paris on your honey moon, and Italy for an anniversary. 

X - ex. how many exes do they have? any horror stories? 

As king of Camden he would more than likely have a few, but none he’d deem significant enough to tell you about. He’s always been more of a casual fling, kind of guy, until you came along and tipped his world upside down. The only person you’d ever have to worry about rivalling you for his affection has a tail and answers to the name Cyril… and to be fair, you’re pretty in love with him too.  

But if you had exes? Well, it depends on how it ended as to whether or not he has some of his men have quiet words with them in the middle of the night… 

Y - you. favourite thing about their partner? 

Alfie calls you his salvation, and you think he honestly believes that. You accept him for who he is and aren’t afraid of him, which is a minor miracle in itself. You’re patient and kind and all this things Alfie claims he isn’t, which is why he loves you so much - you are the light in his life and he hopes even just being around you is enough to make him a slither less of a sinner. 

That, and your irritating, unwavering optimism… oh, it annoys him to no end how you always smile and find silver linings wherever you look. You also seem to know just about everyone, often whistling and waving as you make your way through the factory like a god damn Disney princess. Hell, even the Shelbys seem to like you which really gets on his wick… but why wouldn’t they? You’re amazing, so he can understand even if he doesn’t like it. 

Z - zeal. how excitable are they? who's the calm one?

It’s Alfie. Come on - this one is self explanatory, even if I like to think you’d balance each other out. He brings out your extroverted side and you help temper his when he gets a bit much (even if you secretly love how excitable he gets). 

[incorrectfatui]

i find it funny that like all of pantalones coworkers thus far have described him as being really fucking obnoxious. he seems so annoying i want to see him in game soon so i can laugh at him

right?? They all hate him and its so funny 😭 Like forget getting revenge on Yelan for stealing his coat, they probably sent her a thank you letter and invited her to join the Fatui and replace him xD Arlecchino and Childe gossiping about him in Arle‘s story quest was hilarious, makes me wish for more Harbinger interactions- as of now we only really got Childe interacting with her and Siggy, and then Scaramouche with Dotty, Pierro and Signora. And of course the Lazzo trailer xD I really wanna know when Pantalone joined timeline wise- after Arlecchino? Before her? I NEED more voicelines about the Harbingers, desperately. We already got cheated out of the Scaramouche ones (curse you Irminsul) and Crucabena doesn‘t count, so we‘re gonna need to savour all we can get

[vermearions]

Zhongli x Dead!Reader

• !Grieving Zhongli, Painter Zhongli, Muse Reader, Zhongli can't remember, Zhongli dealing with grieve

Your voice were as sweet as a honey glazed over a pastry, gentle as the wind that brushes off his skin, soft as the cold pillow that you used to sleep on. Your voice was all he could hear, it felt like as if you’re besides him– whispering affectionate words that brings him comfort.

Unfortunately, that was all he could remember. Your voice.

Uncountable rounds of canvas scattered around his room. Zhongli had long retired from his Godhood which means he takes a lot of hobbies to work on and one of them was painting. He spent most of his time working on his paintings after all, being immortal is a pain for him. A mere years can’t compare to the amount of time he had left, so he spent them in what humans would do. Drinking his favorite tea, listening to the storytellers in his city and doing multiple hobbies.

Painting was never a thing he could enjoy. It was all pain, despair and suffering. Multiple failed portraits in each canva, all of them had the same person in it. Which was you. Aside from your voice, he could remember your usual hairstyle that he loved the most, but that is all he could remember. All the portrait’s face were scribbled over, ruined and the others were ripped.

In despair, he slowly scratched the canva he’s currently working on. Same muse, but no face. The paint smudged, making the painting ruined. Tears fell on his face, lowering his head on defeat. He couldn’t even remember a small detail of your face, making him frustrated. He longed to rest, but he’s immortal. If only he could forget your whole existence to ease the pain as it’s worse to yearn for you yet can’t even remember your face, might as well forget you whole.

But a part of him wants to see your face once again, to appreciate every little detail once again. Despite hearing your sugary whispers, he had been slowly forgetting it, it is his biggest fear as it's the one of the only piece of you that he remembers. He wants to savour it more, to cherish it more but time had passed, he can't control it.

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hello guys !! just felt like doing Zhongli angst :3 i hope u guys like it!! it still has many errors but i will try to improve!! ^^

its 12:40 am rn and i got performance tmrw at school xd but oh well, zhongli angst it is!!!

thank u for reading!!!!

[vrystalius]

Can I have Kyojuro/ sanemi with a s/o who is having trouble with her acne? There are days when the otc doesn’t work and everything feels crummy during some days in the cycle, would love a pick me up <3

Ultimate comfort

It’s the time of your month again- no, not the bloody one, but rather the gloomy, acne and depressed part of your cycle. Although, Sanemi is always ready to comfort you!

Pairing: Sanemi x gn!reader

Sanemi isn’t the best with kind words, nor does he look like he is, but he’s rather observant and attentive to you and your behaviours, meaning he noticed rather quickly how you were avoiding the mirrors and picking on your face more and more often subconsciously.

While you two were savouring a peaceful evening together where your husband doesn’t have to go on a mission or attend some meeting, Sanemi was relaxing on your shared bed, dressed in simple comfortable hakama pants, watching you frown and pout at yourself in the handheld mirror. While he was stuffing his face with sweets and snacks he had prepared beforehand, you avoided all sugary foods as if your life depended on it and gulping glas after glas of water like you didn’t survive of half a cup of water just last week is making his head steam in thought.

You’ve been just miserable, so what’s up with you?

A groan escaped his lips as he rolled over and slid off the mattress, stepping over to you with a tired frown. He gently grabbed the mirror out of your hands and threw it aside onto a cupboard. As you looked up at him in confusion, Sanemi grabbed you by your cheek and pulled on it.

“Whatcha even looking at for so long, huh? You’ve been scratchin’ and pouting all day. All week, maybe.”

You groaned and let your head fall back, sliding out of his grasp.

“I just feel so gross. My face— there’s so much texture and damn cysts, and I want to get it all away, but if I do, it’ll scar and become even worse!! I don’t wanna look in the mirror but at the same time I have to to-“

“Shut, shush. Shhh.”

Sanemi cut you off by closing your lips with his fingers. His face contorted into a scowl while staring down at your face. He isn’t angry at you or disgusted in any way, he’s angry at why you’re thinking like that.

“Tch, don’ talk like that. You shouldn’t care about stupid spots. Hell no.”

Your cheek was gently grabbed by your husband, whining as he pulled at him.

“You’re gorgeous. Always have been, always will be. Shitty weeks come and go, jus’ tell me what to do and I’ll get on my hands n’ knees for you if it makes you feel better.”

“But-“

“Nuh uh, no buts.”

He harshly cut you off and leaned down to you, placing a long kiss on your forehead with a loud “mwah”.

“You’re too damn hard on yourself. Everyone’s got crap they don’ like about themselves, but you? You’ve got more good in you than you give yourself credit for.”

Sanemi’s hand came to rest on top of your head, gently running his fingers through your hair. His tone and words may be a little gruff and he may have pulled on your cheek a little too harshly, but he’s just trying to show his support. Again, he may not be good with words but he is trying his best to show his love in other ways.

He doesn’t let you spiral in your thoughts too long, instead dragging you to the kitchen for snacks, outside for a walk or to bed for a cuddle, forcing you to do something nice with him in order to keep your thoughts away.

And if you really, really want to, Sanemi’ll let you put on a stupid face mask on his face. Everything to make you feel better.

💠

I hope you feel better! Apologies for not writing for this much earlier, I hope the timing was right anyway :,) Also if you like, I can also write a Kyojuro part of this! I thought I should write a little something for Sanemi again since last week was pretty much all about Kyo XD Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this 🫶🫶

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves, mentally and physically <33