#so sorry for how late I'm responding anon!

[kingedwardviii]

would u say wallis was a kind person???

This is a *very* subjective question. My personal opinion is that she was most of the time, though there were specific situations where she was selfish and unkind. There were many people who knew her well over many years who described her as kind, such as Diana Vreeland, C.Z. Guest, and several women who worked for Wallis including Jean Hardcastle-Taylor and Janine Metz. But of course, on the other side, Thelma Morgan would've vehemently disagreed.

[friendsdontlieokay]

Robin, Nancy and Mike trio headcanons?

Not sure if it's a head canon but I made this post about a couple months ago

Here

[maxanor]

Ah gotcha this makes a lot more sense if they were donated I just assumed archiving scripts at the library was standard procedure or something. You've successfully convinced me these aren't the shooting scripts however I still feel like these are later versions, they feel consistent with the episode 1 script plus they have deleted scenes we know were filmed. And I totally agree with you re Alicole, I was just saying it's not an invalid reading when it comes to the show but I agree that people shouldn't use the scripts to support that reading. Also in your original post you said Aegon and Alicent carriage scene was very different in the script could you elaborate more on that please, I was gonna ask before but I forgot lol.

yeah i don't understand the full process but i know they get a lot of their scripts via donation, you can read more about the library on their website, it's a really interesting place! i'm planning on visiting my friend in california at some point and trust we will be in that library for hours <3 i think some scripts were later drafts than others, it depends on what color script the library has for certain episodes. and it's true that some of the deleted scenes were filmed, but idk if that means all of them were so !! who knows !!

re alicole again, i agree that there can be a romantic reading of it from the show, but it's just frustrating for people to say it's absolutely canon based solely on the scripts, so that's what was annoying me

re the carriage scene, this is the original script for that moment:

the lines are obviously the same, but the way the scene reads is completely different, specifically with that last line. i think this script was more in line with an earlier version of alicent they wrote, one that would laugh at criston calling rhaenyra a cunt. but obviously they went in a softer direction with her, whether that was due to olivia or just rewrites adding more depth to her character who can say. but i also know that aegon asking if alicent loves him was improvised by sara hess on set (so that's an example of them probably not rewriting the script and just talking out what the characters would do while filming). it's just interesting to see the changes between the way the scene was initially written and the way it plays out in the show. ofc alicent in that scene is not 'annoyed by her son's softness' but i wouldn't put it past certain individuals to see this line in the script and just immediately assume that's what she's feeling lmao

[million-golden-drachmas]

hi! i hope you're doing well :) (i'm moots with you! , i just haven't talked to you before and i'm shy so i turned on anon ask >~<)

i don't know much about love and deepspace (i have no idea what it is) but since i see you reblog about it a lot, i saw this and thought you might be interested?

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DJmdhFvu3uf/?utm_source=ig_web_button_share_sheet&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

(this is so random haha sorry, i really don't know how to talk to people online)

anyway, i hope you're having a nice day!

Hello Anon Moot, I am well as I can be, and I hope you are well too!

I'm so sorry for responding to this now, I just noticed it, and it's been 5 days, sorry :(

For the link you shared: I LIKE IT! Thank you for sharing, it's so funny!! The last part especially hahdhjanh🤣 We did not get Sylus-in-a-towel cosplay/impersonation...

Thank you so much, Anon Moot, I really appreciate it, I'm touched💞 You despite not knowing what it is, thought that I might be interested🥹 Maybe you'd like to learn more about this game???? It's fun (even tho I haven't play the game personally) but there's enough fun to talk about the story and other features

Don't be hesitant to chat another time :) I know the feeling, I'm shy to start conversations too, you're braver than I am for sending ask, which is nowhere near 'random', I assure you 😊

Hope you're having a great day too!

[ozzgin]

I'm the anon who asked if your requests are open and i got busy assignments + presentations that i almost forgot about the request but now i remembered and it's based on my dream i saw that night..

How about a vampire who lost his relic (presumably a ring) and reader happens find it and tries it on, now the vampire is all panicking because guess what? That was a betrothal relic and it has binded the vampire's soul with the one of reader. They can't pull it out/take it of.. oh well, now they are stuck and obviously the vampire hates the idea of being stuck with a pesky human but hey they are kinda stupid..? How tf they tripped on thin air? Or how they are still alive even after being food poisoned 5 times a month? Vampire is now babysitter for his human *sighs * what has he gotten himself in..

(Please add yandere elements later on, my brain stoopid but i want a hot Victorian era vampire being obsessed with me ^^ muah!)

(I'm sorry this is so lengthy TT)

Yandere! Vampire x Reader

Featuring a ridiculously lucky Reader who constantly manages to escape a Vampire's assassination attempts. Did someone order a supernatural edition of enemies to lovers?

Content: gender neutral reader, obsessive behavior, mentions of stalking, romcom

[Monster masterlist] [Original works masterlist]

"Are you alright, (Y/N)?" your friends gasp in unison, eyes fixated on the fallen ceramic pot that scarcely missed you, now laying shattered at your feet. You laugh reassuringly and wave your hand in dismissal. "It's the fifth time it happens today. Maybe there's a storm coming?"

From within the shadows, menacing eyes glowing red follow your movements. "Damn it!" The mysterious man curses under his breath. He stares enviously at the bulky ring on your finger. The ring bearing his Family signet, where part of his very soul resides. It has stayed with him for centuries, and somehow, to his utmost shame, he lost it. By the time he rushed back to retrieve it, you were carelessly sliding it down your finger. He wanted to strangle the life out of you right then and there, but he felt it: the immediate surge of contractual power, dominating his will and holding him back from breaking your bones. "It's a little tacky, isn't it?" your friend remarked. You nodded in agreement and tried to remove it, but the metal band tightened around your skin, painfully constricting your digit. It was stuck. It was too late.

Now he has to rely on cheap trickeries like this one. Sure, he may not be able to directly plunge his fangs into your neck, but the bonding curse does not shield you from "accidents", you see. It would be a real shame if that flower pot was to land straight into your head, ending you instantly and thus breaking the connection with him. Except you simply refuse to die. A mystery, a paradox, one that enrages him to no end. It's almost as if the ring is bringing you fortune at the cost of his misery.

"Have you had any luck removing that ugly thing?" the person standing next to you mentions. The vampire lord grits his teeth at the blasphemous words. This is what's become of him: a deceitful buffoon, having to sit and listen to his inheritance being mocked relentlessly. He holds back the urge of shouting that thousands have bled to death in order to forge that magnificence. "Not at all", you respond idly. "I tried taking it to a jeweler, and she said she could try to cut it, but she ended up having a heart attack right in the middle of it. She didn't even look that old, maybe it runs in her family?"

Unbelievable. The thought of reclaiming his relic haunts every second of his day, to the point he's become your shadow. Stalking your every move, your every breath, observing his prey and waiting for an opportunity to strike. He can already picture that pathetic face of yours, twisting in pain, begging for-...huh. Well, look at that, you're reading one of his favorite books. Perhaps you do have a little taste, after all. It won't save you from your terrible fate, but he might skip the prolonged torture.

There's plenty of quotes out there about knowing your enemy in order to guarantee your victory, though one might wonder where the limit of such knowledge resides. Or what counts as useful to begin with. The vampire lord is presently wondering about this very aspect, as he mouths your coffee order from a distance. Less sugar, huh? You did mention losing your sweet tooth. He shakes his head indignantly. Absolutely not! The throb of his heart is fueled by raw hatred and nothing else. One of days he will savour your demise.

Your ridiculous luck might just end today. You've taken a shortcut on your way back home, and didn't expect a shady, burly man to block your exit. A perverted grin stains his face as he approaches you, twiddling with his pocket knife. "Alone at this hour?" You frown and try to find a way out, but the man suddenly begins to heave and convulse before your eyes, grasping at his chest as the skin shrivels and dries. He collapses at your feet, body wilted as if it's been emptied of its vitality. The Vampire Lord clicks his tongue.

To think he'd rush to rescue his sworn enemy, a pitiful mortal like you. He didn't even get the chance to consider the aftermath. You stare at the stranger, confused but observant. Pale skin, crimson eyes, unnaturally sharp canines...and the fact he just drained a living being into a bloodless corpse: everything hints to one possibility. "Are you by any chance a vampire?" you find yourself mumbling. "You must've graduated from Harvard with those deduction skills", he responds sarcastically.

Everything else unfolds in a haze. Wasn't he planning to kill you and retrieve his ring? When the hell did he offer to walk you home to avoid more creeps? Why is he twirling his hair sheepishly whenever you praise his demonic powers? Oh, but it gets worse: why did he suddenly feel the urge to kiss you before returning to his cursed lair? Why did he accept your invitation to spend the night at your place instead? One moment ago, he was doing his best to curse you off this Earth. Now he's tugging stray strands of hair away from your blushing, whining face, asking you if it hurts. Damned human.

"How did you know I like this? Have you been stalking me?" you joke, nudging your undead boyfriend and setting the gift aside. "More or less", he confesses with a yawn. He recalls all that time spent dutifully spying on your oblivious self. "You know, a human like you shouldn't be able to dodge death like that." He turns to you and scans your features. Then, abruptly embarrassed, he ruffles your hair to block you from noticing his blush. "I suppose my failure was the better outcome. It's not too bad, having you around."

[babysfirsthaze]

can we get a part two to the “pent up..” ekko x reader, where round two goes down but reader allows ekko to do what he pleases and go as roughly as he wants. w a bit of after care?

Pent Up... (Ekko x Reader cont!)

Synopsis: part two of this fic, y'all have a round two. Things get rougher

Content: slightly less vanilla sex, porn no plot, fem!reader, p in v, praise, breath play, degradation if you squint, unprotected, nutting inside, cmon guys do better that's irresponsible, aftercare,

A/n: this is not that kinky...idk it's rougher than the first one. I'm so tired I had the first half of this sitting in my drafts 4 like 3 days I did not wanna finish it sorry if the ending is ass. Anon I love you thank youu 4 the request I hope you like it:>

"Round two?"

You groan is response, one hand coming lazily to run through his locs. "'S late, baby," but he's already placing warm, open-mouthed kisses on your neck, absolutely not listening. His dick nudging against your tummy, of course he hasn't gone soft. "C'mon. You wanted me to fuck you, yeah?"

Yknow, maybe you can go one more round.

You bite your lip, and he grins, moving up to place a single kiss to your forehead before shifting positions slightly. Kneeling on the bed again, he scoops your legs up and begins to manoeuvre you how he wants. You end up with your thighs pressed together, both knees hooked over one of his shoulders, and he's leaning over you, a hand planted on the mattress to hold his weight up.

Then Ekko sinks into you, groaning softly at the feeling. You mewl, and he tuts, covering your mouth with his palm. "'S late, baby," he echoes back at you, just a little condescending, as he begins to rock his hips into yours, "Don't be loud."

He muffles your whine with his palm, and bites back his own noises, pressing his forehead into your shoulder again. He fucks you a little harder, this time– you got what you wanted, now it's his turn. He's not a very rough guy but it feels good to pound into you a little every now and again. So he shifts his knees a little, to get a better angle, and begins to pump his hips into yours.

"Shit," he grunts, his nails digging slightly into your cheek. "Pussy feels so good, so fuckin wet. 'S that for me? Yeah, princess?" He doesn't let you respond, just pressing his hand over your mouth, you can make vague, incoherent sounds that he shushes absent-mindedly. He's more focused on how good you feel, how wet you get after an orgasm.

He mumbles something you don't quite catch about not waking anyone up, and then he moves his hand– the skin between his thumb and forefinger pressed against your nostrils, restricting your airflow. The feeling makes your eyes go hazy, makes you clench around him.

He notices.

Ekko looks up, releasing what's caused this change. "Oh, does that feel good?" He grins, and fucks you a bit harder, a bit deeper – not moving his hand, like he usually would would if he realised you couldn't breathe. He doubles down, digging his hand into your face. You moan.

"You little freak. You like that, huh?"

You nod, head hazy, and he groans appreciatively, suddenly pressing his pelvis forward yours till you're taking him fully, rutting his hips into yours. The sensations feel overwhelming, you're not gonna cum but your whole body is tingling. Then he's pounding into you again, releasing his hand and leaving you gasping for air.

"Ekko, Ekko, Ekko–" the way you whine his name under your breath has him twitching inside you, dick throbbing and weeping arousal. The things you do to him are insane. He bites at your shoulder a bit, tugging the skin lightly between his teeth, his breath hot and heavy against you. He wants to moan, to make some noise, tell you how good you feel– but he can't, and it frustrates him to no end. He pounds into you a little harder because of it, the sound of skin against skin being the loudest noise to come from the ordeal.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, nuzzling into you, his teeth releasing your skin. His head feels like it's spinning, he could get lost in the feeling of you if it weren't for your noises and your touch keeping him grounded in reality. It's all you, you, you, he's consumed by it.

You know Ekkos close because he starts to get just a bit rougher, hips rocking into yours like he might never get another chance. He presses his hand over your mouth again, muffling your moans, and digs his teeth into his own lip, pretty eyes pinched shut in pleasure. He keeps going for a few more moments, and his orgasm starts with his head before spreading down his body to pool in his stomach and spill outward.

"Good girl, baby," he's already mumbling as he ruts into you, although his actions don't get much gentler. He cooes at you, hips snapped against yours and hand restricting your airflow while he cums deep into you. "Fuck, love this pussy so much, feels so good...you like that, baby? Yeah? Fuck, my pretty girl, so pretty.."

His orgasm subsides and he takes a second to catch his breath, moving his hand to instead gently a stroke your face. He pulls out, his dick softening, and shifts you so you're layed comfortably on the bed, leaning in to place a soft kiss to your shoulder. "Was that okay? Not too much?"

You shake your head and he nods, one hand gently going down to soothe your thighs, the muscles shaking and quivering a bit. It's not often Ekko gets rough with you, only when he gets carried away. But you like it, and he knows that, or it wouldn't happen.

"Hold me?"

He nods, shifting so you're scooped into his arms. "'Course, baby."

Published on 19/2/25 by babysfirsthaze on tumblr

[dokyumms]

let me love you

pairings: scoups x reader

genre: fluff, angst if you squint

word count: 529

cw: none

a/n: this was a request from anon! i always love some cheol fluff, enjoy!

the second the clock hits 5 you're putting up your apron and going straight home. it's taken everything in you to not just collapse on the spot.

on monday, you woke up late and your manager absolutely teared you apart for it in front of the whole restaurant. on tuesday, you served a karen who sent back her food 3 times and called you dumb because she didn't like her food. wednesday, you ended up with the worst section and barely made any tips, and it just got worse from there. right before you leave, your manager tells you that you're on thin ice, and you can't take it anymore, muttering an apology and rushing out the door.

by the time you're at your apartment, there's tears running down your face. in some attempt to look okay for seungcheol, you wipe your tears away with your sleeve (as if it would actually do anything) and enter your shared home.

seungcheol's on the couch, playing a game, pausing it when he sees you're home. he walks over to you as you take off your shoes and put up your bag. once he gets a closer look at your face, he knows something is wrong, game long abandoned.

"babe, have you been crying? what's wrong?" he holds your face in his hands as if it's glass and looks deeply into your eyes like he's trying to find the answer in them. you try so hard to keep it together, but then he goes, "come on baby, talk to me. it's okay." and whatever walls you were trying to keep up come crashing down.

seungcheol embraces you as you cry into his shoulder, stroking your hair and murmuring affectionately. "i-i don't know what i'm doing wrong. this whole week has just been shit and now i'm about to get fired." you babble, lifting your head up to wipe away your tears. "i'm sorry, this is so stupid," you say, shaking your head.

"no, don't say that y/n. it's not stupid," seungcheol gives you a stern look. "here, i'll run you a bath, just sit on the couch for a moment. okay babe?" he kisses you on the cheek before running off to the bathroom.

a couple minutes later, seungcheol calls you over. he helps you out of off your clothes and into the bathtub. "thank you, cheol," you say, sighing when he massages your shoulders. "don't thank me, just let me take care of you," he responds, kissing your temple softly.

once the water starts to turn cold, seungcheol helps you out and dries you off, giving you one of his hoodies to wear. he even goes as far as to dry your hair, sensing you're too tired to do really anything at this point.

you both decide to order take out and cuddle on the couch. he cradles you lovingly in his arms, commenting on how cute you look in his hoodie. "feeling better?" he asks, softly. you hum in response. he smiles, kissing your forehead. "i'll always be here to take care of you, you know. you don't have to be strong around me. wait- baby don't cry again!"

[stottlemorgan]

Enjoyin' the View / Arthur Morgan x Female Reader

Summary: Arthur comes back from Valentine sporting a moustache, new shirt, and a trim. Oh, how delicious. Tags: 18+, MDNI! Mainly because it's horny, there isn't actual smut, it's all suggestive. A smidgen of dirty talk from Reader. Reader is a big flirt and she and Arthur get a little hot under the collar. Word count: 1,645. Author’s Note: This was a request from a sweet Anon! Sorry it's so late, I'm a very slow writer, I hope if you're still about that you read it and love it! <3 I'm also the worst flirt so I hope the back and forth works!! Ao3 Link. All photos above are sourced from Pinterest.

Your lashes give a gentle flutter, your body begging you to blink. You withstand one more moment of stinging eyes before the dwam which you had so smoothly sank into swirls violently with the fusillade of teasing comments from the girls perched around the table with you.

“You seein’ what I’m seein’?” Karen’s cheeky lilt sounds out and she breaks your focus with a shove of her shoulder into yours. You cast a soft glare upon her, your voice cattish and a grin tugging your lips wide,

“I was quite enjoyin’ what you were seein’ right before you interrupted me, ya dope.”

“Arthur’s been to the barber.” Mary-beth whispers with a quick glance in the man’s direction, catching a glimpse of the neatened back of his hair as he hauls his satchel from his mare. Her eyes widen slightly and she ducks her head back into the book resting in her lap.

“He’s been to more than the barber. He’s been t’the general store, too. Tha’s a new shirt.” Tilly states with a casual and unbothered once over of Arthur before going back to her turn at dominoes, “S’your turn–”

“Ain’t never seen him in checkers before,” you murmur distractedly over Tilly, watching unabashedly as Arthur stands by his horse talking to Javier, the checkered brown shirt somehow squaring out his broad shoulders further.

“Surprised you ain’t seen ‘im naked with the way y’all dote on eachother.” Karen quips before a soft whistle flows through her teeth as Arthur turns around and starts his usual lumber across camp to his tent, satchel in hand. Karen’s words flutter straight through and out of your head as your focus snags on Arthur’s face, on how you can see more of it than usual. Your eyes glide over the sharp line of his bare jaw, then the soft roundness of his chin, debossed with scars, and then the thick bristles of hazel adorning his upper lip. He gives a quiet chuckle, shaking his head at something Javier calls out as he walks and it only spurs on the warmth of attraction steadily buzzing up from your seat and through your stomach. Your voice leaves you sounding utterly abstracted, your words thoughtless and your mind brimming with the gentle purse of Arthur’s lips as he moves through camp, oblivious to the admiring gaze of you and the girls.

“Since when was Arthur Morgan a moustache type’a guy?”

“Since forever,” Karen presses a palm to your face and pushes, forcing you back out of her space which you had stupidly leaned into in an attempt to maintain your concupiscent vision, “you just ain’t seen him outside’a Colter ‘til now. The beard kept him warm.”

“Kept me mighty warm too lookin’ at ‘im,” you giggle. Karen and Mary-beth join in; a consonance of birdsong-esque tittering that draws a confused flash of Arthur’s attention as he reaches his tent.

“Can one’y’all take the damn turn? I don’t care who.” Tilly grouses, thumping her fists gently into the wood and looking between you and Karen.

“Eh, Karen can take it,” you respond idly, pushing yourself up and adjusting your skirts, “I’m gonna go see ‘im.”

“More like give ‘im a seein’ to,” Karen simpers only to be smacked on the arm by Tilly and told firmly to hurry up with your relinquished turn. With a roll of your eyes, you turn away from the group, starting to walk. As you near Arthur’s tent, you slow to a stop, feeling the familiar bubbling excitement in your stomach at the thought of seeing him, of seeing this new look up close. You take a breath and smooth down your skirts yet again, purely to quell the blaze of nerves and attraction down to something more manageable. With the pads of your fingers, you dab at your face here and there, hoping to blot some of the oiliness that had coalesced from hours of scrubbing clothes by the river in the early Spring sun.

You hear mutterings from Arthur as you near his tent, watching him unpack his satchel, placing sundries about his table and shaving station. Taking a few steps under the tent, you clasp your hands behind your back, tilting your head as you call out,

“Where’re you off to?” Arthur looks at you for a moment, his eyes narrowed though not unfriendly, before he continues putting things away. The shirt moves over his burly physique and your eyes eagerly chase the shifting fabric, dragging down his shoulders, back, and then around to his forearms where he has rolled the sleeves up. Thick, dark hair swirls over his sun-kissed skin, almost teasing your focus to follow it down to his large hands which find place on his hips. A lascivious thrum pulses through your body once you realise he has fully halted his actions. Your eyes flit upwards, finding his own as they ladder up your body and meet you.

“Wha’chu mean?” He asks, a slight befuddlement in his tone.

“You look... Handsome.” More like downright delicious. A kittenish grin pulls at your lips which Arthur’s focus snags on. He blinks, his brow raising, before a choked chuckle breaks through him,

“You sayin’ I can’t?” With a huff, you lean against the wagon, gazing up at him and that damn moustache. Seeing him up close feels worse; a wanton pull draws you toward him like a river flowing through to the sea. However, this desirous puddling only has your drawers to saturate as you take in how the thick hair covers part of Arthur’s upper lip. It nears provocative, how his lips part before his tongue languidly drags over his lower lip as he awaits your answer.

“I’m sayin’ you look more handsome’n usual.”

“And why’s’at–?” He cuts himself off, squinting as he watches you tuck your hair behind your ear, “What’chu wantin’, woman? You’re preenin’ like a damn bird.” He folds his arms and your grin melts into a smirk. A hot weight drops straight to your seat, searing your innards with arousal as it plummets. You shrug, your voice light yet your eyes heavy,

“Ain’t wantin’ nothin’,” besides you, “jus’ enjoyin’ the view. The new shirt, the trim, the moustache.”

“Uh-huh, sure, okay,” Arthur purses his lips, giving a slow nod, his tone increasingly playful, “An’ how long do ya plan on ‘enjoyin’ the view’ for?”

“As long as I please, I s’pose.” You saunter closer, your hand coming up to softly cup his elbow before trailing up his bicep, causing him to raise an eyebrow, “‘Specially if that mouser on your lip hangs around.” Arthur’s chest slowly expands and his face morphs through from pleasant surprise to addled flickers of ardour. He wets his lips, shifting a little closer, his jaw working subtly before his voice comes out, low and curious,

“My moustache’s got’chya warmin’, has it?” You hum, walking your fingers up his shoulder and giving a teasing squeeze. He brings his opposite arm up, knocking the underbrim of his hat with his knuckles, pushing it up to look at you better. The hum he can hear vibrating in your palette slips through your purring words,

“So’s the man sportin’ it.” Your free hand joins your first, touching him sweetly, wrapping half around his forearm. You feel his soft, chunky veins swell under his skin and you wonder whether his blood is engorging him elsewhere.

“Y’know, you confuse me at times, Miss.” His hand leaves his hat and twitches past your waist before dropping to his side. Watching how his eyes unfocus the tiniest bit, you briefly ponder the likelihood of his thoughts muddling with the yen to return your little touches. The soft but deep breath you take in only homes you in on the tingling of your skin.

“Well, how about I unconfuse you, tonight? Can show ya jus’ how warm you’re makin’ me.” Arthur’s fingers curl ever so slightly, and when your teeth bare in an impish grin, he huffs out a laugh as he reaches the hand to your waist, tucking his fingers under the tie of your apron.

“Christ, you ain’t one to mince–”

“Are you two about done? You–” Grimshaw’s pointed tone dissipates the tension that had been thickening the air and you feel her poke your shoulder blade, “in your ridiculous lust and stupidity, have left the wind to pull the freshly washed clothes into the damn dirt. Get back to it!”

“Yes, Ma’am,” you glare back at Grimshaw only to see her already walking off, her head shaking as she mutters to herself about you “young women” and your “lack of discipline”. Your hand slips languidly down Arthur’s chest as you meet his eyes again, “Be seein’ you later then?” You feel him stiffen a little beneath your skin, his heart seemingly trying to bounce its way into your palm as he realises that his simple touch may have just sealed his fate.

“What for?” He inquires in a quiet rasp which warbles when you lean in closer, your largening pupils having him feel like the most willing of prey.

“S’up to you,” you whisper coyly, “could be for dinner, or somethin’ after. Could last til’ morn.”

With that, you release him, and he very almost feels faint– as though his attention was so firmly on you that your withdrawal is just that, a withdrawal, leaving a gnawing craving behind. He watches you stroll away with a triumphant swish in your hips and that grin still on your face as you go. Karen gives your hip a nudge as you pass and you both giggle as she joins you to continue your chores.

Arthur takes his hat off and runs his fingers through his hair, feeling the Spring breeze cool the sweat-laden underarms of his shirt. He mutters to himself, a slight tension in his throat,

“Lust and stupidity. Sounds ‘bout right.”

Tags for my sweethearts: @thundermartini @zae-heeyyy @pinescent-and-gingerbread @frillydolle @arthurmorganist @thesweetestapplepie @thoughts-of-bear @kayyqua @thedilfdiaries - Apologies if I miss anyone, just dm me or comment below to have me tag you <3

[hanniescookie]

the one - ljh

pairing - lee jihoon x f!reader

genre/warnings - est. relationship, petnames, angst, slight fluff, skinship, anxiety, comfort,

summary - all your past relationships have left you with nothing but an unending fear of things ending too soon. but lee jihoon is different.

wc - 0.9K

author's note - to the anon that requested this, thank you so much for doing so, and i hope this is worth it 🤍

Is it my fault again?

The question rings in your head over and over again, involuntarily keeping you from a much needed slumber. You stare at the empty spot on the bed next to you, hand reaching out to caress the cold place.

It has been nearly a week since you haven't been able to properly see your boyfriend. You weren't able to meet him because he has been stuck in the studio for many days. When you did go to visit him there on one occasion, you were disappointed to see him caught up with work to the point that he couldn't even greet you fully before he had to go. You know he's busy with work. You can't blame him for not being able to make time for you because you understand.

Yet, there is a lingering stress in your mind that threatens to eat you up. It has only been six months since you've started dating him — two months more than what your past relationships averagely ever lasted.

You'd always been worried about this growing thing between you both, and it always made you insecure. Afraid. Of loosing him, of losing everything you built just like always.

Your hand reaches out to unlock your phone again to check for any messages but there are none. Jihoon hasn't responded to your texts, nor has he contacted you himself.

You know what this means. You've been here before. You're aware of how this ends.

Your brain goes into an overdrive, and you suddenly feel like choking on nothing. There's a growing lump in your throat that begins to resist your air supply, and you sit up in restlessness, tears streaming down your face before you know it.

You cannot do this. You cannot loose Jihoon. Not him. Has he really given up on you?

“Y/N?”

You hear him before you see him. Jihoon is walking inside the bedroom, his eyebrows furrowed as he tries to make sense of your state. You regain your senses a little at his sight, but it also makes you more breathless.

“Babe, are you okay?” His concern-filled voice reaches your ears after his hands cup your face. He scans your whole face, thumb involuntarily wiping at the wetness on your cheeks.

You try to speak, but your voice cracks, and all that comes out is a sob. Jihoon's expression softens, and he pulls you into a tight hug, holding you close as you cry.

You can tell he's trying not to panic, and you know he's sick worried.

"It's alright," he whispers into your ear. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

His words make you tighten yourself in his arms. Even when you haven't said a word, he knows just what to say to make you feel better.

He gently guides you to lie back down, and he joins you on the bed, wrapping his arms around you. He holds you in silence for a while, letting you cry it out.

When you finally calm down, he speaks up, his voice low yet firm. "I'm sorry I haven't been able to spend time with you lately. I know it's been tough. But it's not because I don't want to be with you. It's just...work has been crazy."

You sniffle, looking up at him "I know. I'm sorry. I just...I feel like I'm losing you."

Jihoon's grip on you tightens, and he softly caresses the back of your head. "You're not losing me, Y/N. I promise. I'm right here. And I'm not going anywhere."

He pauses, taking a deep breath. "You're my priority, love. You and us. I know I haven't been showing it lately, but that doesn't mean my feelings have changed. You're the one I want to come home to. Nothing can change that as long as you want the same.”

Suddenly, you want to cry more. You feel a weight lift off your shoulders as you look up at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes.

"Really?" You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. You continue looking at him, his eyes shining with conviction, and your heart swells with indecipherable emotions. You feel a lump form in your throat again, but this time, it's not from sadness or anxiety. It's from the overwhelming love and gratitude you feel for this man.

"Really," Jihoon repeats, his voice filled with affection. He leans in, his lips brushing against your forehead in a gentle kiss.

You close your eyes, letting the warmth of his touch seep into your skin. You feel assured now, and your tears dry as a soft smile spreads across your face.

Jihoon pulls back, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles back at you. "I'm sorry again for making you worry," he says, his voice filled with regret. "I promise to do better, to make more time for you."

You shake your head, your smile growing wider. "You don't have to apologize, babe. I know you're busy, and I'm proud of you for working so hard."

He smiles back at you, internally glad that you both are able to talk things out like this. When his lips meet yours, you know you don't have to worry about anything. This man is the one for you, you're sure.

| @maestro-net

[chamomiletealeaf]

how would Simon or Johnny handle a sick, whiny and needy reader? Like having a fever and just feeling fatigued with headaches that pushes the need to be nursed back to health to the forefront, wanting to be close and not feel alone

(I'm sick myself so I thought I'd treat myself to an ask <3 bcs your writing is amazing)

Sorry for responding to this so late anon 😭 I hope you're feeling much better now!

I couldn't decide between Simon or Johnny so here's both!

Simon would come home one day and search the house for you. You were normally on the couch playing a game, watching a movie, reading, something. The house always had some sort of life in it that you brought. But not this time.

He comes home from a meeting or wherever he's been for the day and the lights are off.

"y/n? sweetheart?" Simon calls for you down the hall, his heart racing already fearing the worst. He pulls out the knife he keeps on his ankle and slowly approaches your shared room. He flicks on the light and he sees you. Sleeping with tissues around you, empty soup bowls, and a wet rag on your forehead.

He sighs and places the knife back, quietly walking over to you and turning the light on.

"Hey love." He coos at you, taking the rag off of your head as you stir awake.

"Hm? Simon?" You say, waking up.

"Yes lovie it's me. What's all this?" He asks, cupping your cheek.

"Oh baby you're burning up." He sighs.

You cough and his eyes flicker with pity and a sense of protectiveness.

"When did this happen?" He asks.

"Last night. You were sleeping and I didn't wanna wake you since I knew you had a meeting today. You left while I was still asleep." You muttered.

"Oh sweetheart were you like this all day?" He asks, placing his palm on your forehead.

"mhm" You nod.

"C'mere." Simon demands, climbing up onto the bed with you, brushing away the used tissues, and pulling you into his lap despite your protests of getting him sick.

"Nuh uh, none of that. Did you shower? The steam will help your sinuses."

You shake your head no.

"Was too tired." You say, turning your head to cough.

"Oh honey." Simon coos.

"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up yeah? Don't want you feeling icky." He says.

Simon then picks you up bridal style and brings you to the bathroom where he starts up a shower for you.

"Go on, relax in here for a bit. When you come out I'll have new clothes and sheets and everything for you ok love? You ok to stand?" He asks with his big brown eyes that only soften for you.

"Yes honey thank you." You say with your nasally congested voice.

When you come out of the shower, Simon greets you with a towel and your favorite pajamas. The sheets have been changed, the tissues thrown away as well as a new box of them next to a tiny garbage can to throw them away in, and a bowl of soup and crackers on a tray on the bedside table.

Simon is crouching on the floor plugging in a humidifier when he hears you walk in.

"Ah there she is. You feelin' any better lovey?" He asks walking up to you, feeling your cheeks and forehead for changes in temperature.

"Yes thank you baby." You respond with a smile. Your heart was absolutely melting right now with the way he was treating you.

He leans in and kisses your forehead where you furrow your brows in protest.

"I'm gonna get you sick Si." You pout.

"I've got no where to be for the next two weeks. If I get sick I get sick." He says sternly, and you smile.

"Now get in that bed. I don't wanna see you move a finger unless it's an emergency until my girl's all better yeah? I'll spoon feed ya if I have to." Simon says with a smirk.

You have no idea how you got so lucky.

Johnny would honestly not be too far off except you'd be begging him to give you some space.

He comes home with every soup imaginable, three gallons of orange juice, the entire pharmacy, and every bath bomb he could find.

"Johnny please! I'm gonna get you sick!" You protest pushing his chest away as he cuddles you in a bear hug on the couch.

"None of that lass. I'd rather get sick than watch my bonnie thing suffer." He says, not budging.

"I'm not suffering Johnny I just have a cough." You say, giving up squirming out of his grasp.

"When my girl is uncomfortable, the whole world should stop until she's all better. Now which soup do you want for dinner. I got every one possible."

He won't stop taking your temperature either. He's gripping your jaw forcing you to put the thermometer in your mouth because "what if it was wrong that time?"

"C'mon be a good bonnie lass and open up for me yeah?" You grumble and obey. It's not like you had a choice anyway from how he was holding you in place.

When you refuse to take your medicine he's doing the same thing. Firmly but gently gripping your jaw so he can make you take your cough syrup you refuse to take but he'd be damned if you feel uncomfortable from the sore throat it gives you for a second.

He's waking up every hour to place his hand on your face to see if you still have a fever, and every time you swat his hand away. But to be honest it's kind of cute seeing him so worried about you.

When you shower he'd scratch at the door like a puppy trying to get in.

"C'mon lass let me in. What if you faint from the heat huh? You already got a fever." He whines, and you laugh, eventually letting him in where he washes your hair and body for you, not letting you do a thing.

And he's gonna kiss you all over and snuggle you until you suffocate. It's just a given and there's nothing you can do about it. He just wants you to feel loved and to have your mind taken off the fact you can't speak without having a coughing fit or the cold sweats from the fever. It's what his pretty little lass deserves :)

[fun-k-board]

hii merry christmas! :3

may I request hybrid!cat reader with loki? (if you feel comfortable writing abt hybrids if not, just a reader who has feline like qualities and abilities)

I can just imagine them as cats curled up snuggling and purring it won't leave my mind

if you need more clarification or details feel free to ask but I don't mind if you don't wanna do this request 🫶

have a happy new year and a good day/night!

MARVEL RIVALS - LOKI LAUFEYSON With a Cat Hybrid Reader

Note(s): Merry Christmas to you too and a happy new year! Even if I'm a little late to respond aha, much love to you anon for being my first Marvel Rivals request <3 I'm assuming you mean a reader who can transform into a cat, so that's what I wrote for. I had already begun writing before I could ask questions so I'm sorry if that's not accurate.

He's either such an asshole about it (affectionate), or surprisingly adorable.

If you transform around the house daily, even without him present, he has a nasty habit of just waltzing up to you and picking you up. Whether he then sits down with you on his lap, or simply does it to torment you changes with his mood. One second he's calling you a stupid animal, the next an adorable animal, and then he's practically unintelligible while praising you on his lap.

The two of you love to transform into cats and curl up next to a fireplace. Loki has found he feels more pliable and calm when in a cats body, although he doesn't like anybody but you touching him. Especially not petting him. The two of you have placed small cat beds all over your house, so the both of you can transform and then lay down and relax.

Speaking of, I think Loki would be some kind of a large, skinny shorthair cat. He'd be the kind of cat who looks really ominous and who you confuse for a piece of clothing in the dark, so there's a bit of silliness. Not to mention how, if you're in a humanoid form, he goes out of his way to try and torment you. Scratching and biting your ankles, stealing your food, he's a nightmare.

I do think that at least partly, you two can understand one another in cat form based primarily on body language and sometimes a vocal response, like hissing or meowing. Something Loki loves to do when you're both cats is randomly hit you out of nowhere, his slick black paw just baps you and then he's completely gone.

Loki's favourite pastime, even more than cuddling next to a fireplace, is to have you transformed and sat in his lap sleeping while he reads a good book. His fingers glide over your fur, scratching behind your ears, and sometimes he may even put the book down to coo at you for a few minutes.

I believe he would only allow you to put him in your lap or pick him up in cat form if you tell him it's because you want to appreciate and worship him, otherwise he feels it's insulting. If you praise him while doing it then absolutely feel free, carry him around, place him in your lap, you can even ask him to transform into his cat form just to do it and he will. But you must make him feel loved. Don't expect to start a task when you've begun loving him or he hisses and bites and scratches. Pay full attention to him and only him.

He's always joking that you need a bell collar, not exactly in a completely flirty way, more so in a majority demeaning and slight hint of flirty way. Especially if you're a more quiet person, he says it's so he can make sure where you are so you don't sneak up on him. If you think that's too far, he will stop, but don't expect his condescending nature to go away. That will never happen.

If your feline qualities happen to extend to things like being attracted to laser pointers, even while in a more humanoid form, he will absolutely use that to his advantage. Loki refuses to be anything less than obnoxious about it, he will use his powers to create a small point of light to attract your gaze, adoring the way your eyes go wide and follow it as if your life depends on it.

If you're weak willed, he will make you chase it by moving it around, cooing at how cute you are all the while. Of course this gets embarrassing and old fast, so you'd better develop some kind of residence to the cursed laser pointer.

Despite his teasing and mischievous nature, Loki helps you keep your fur well groomed. In his own way. He definitely knows how to take care of any type of hair, even animal kinds, and how to make sure they're shiny and soft and strong. But don't ever think that he'd get his hands dirty cleaning you himself. You, yourself, will do that, or he can get somebody else to. He, however, will not lifting a finger.

Hypocritically, he expects you to take care of him in cat form, and sometimes his Asgardian form, too.

"Come here." Loki purrs, coaxing you over with a single, curled finger, his lips twisted into that signature grin of his. But, whether you obey or not, he's the one who closes the distance, he's the one who kneels down to reach your height and holds a hand to your ear, poking one of them. It's an annoying feeling, there's nothing nice about being poked, especially when he does that with such an annoying look on his face. "They're a little awkward looking, aren't they?" He hums, chuckling at your huffed look.

Slightly confused, you meow, what would be a cute sound to anybody else Loki knows is you inquiring about the sudden interest in your feline features. You've had them ever since you've known him after all. But, he simply flicks you on the forehead. "Don't question me, mortal."

[starsofang]

simon riley x autistic!reader requested by anon! <3 tw: NSFW, smut, vaginal fingering, p in v, but all of it's really fluffy

a/n: was originally gonna make this request more of a headshot typa deal but ended up writing 2.7k of fluffy sex with Simon and autistic/virgin reader, so i hope you enjoy anon, and i'm so sorry for the long wait <3

Simon knew you like the back of his hand. He knew every little quirk, even the ones you weren’t even aware about.

He kept you afloat amongst an unpredictable sea that threatened to consume you and pull you down under. Your head could be its own raging storm, cracking with jolts of thunder that shook your state of mind, yet Simon was the gleam of sunshine poking through the clouds.

That’s how it had been up until this point. Your relationship was a sweet one, filled with fields of flowers and the buzz of bees. It was soft and supple, but lately, there’d been a brewing cloud looming over your colorful paradise,hiding away the rays of light your flowers needed in order to blossom.

Sex. It was the most complex form of intimacy in your mind, and it was why you’d avoided ever doing it like the plague. The turmoil that the mere thought of sex brought you was nerve wracking, nearly throwing you into overdrive.

Simon never asked for it. He seemed perfectly content with the way things were – staying up late to hear your enthusiastic passion that poured from your lips like his favorite bourbon, encouraging your interests with subtle gifts he’d give you when he’d happen to see it passing by, holding you when your mind wasn’t a whirlpool of spitfire that threatened to lash out at you.

He never asked, nor did he seem keen on asking. And that was the issue.

You were curious.

Simon had allowed you to positively be you in all forms. He didn’t define you by your autism, it was simply a chapter in the book about you, while the rest of your story was much more special in his eyes. It wasn’t a setback, nor was it a concern – it was there, and meant to stay.

No matter how supportive he was towards your individuality and your comfort, it didn’t settle the unease of wanting to take the next step, but not knowing how to ask for it.

It festered your mind like a flu until it began to worsen into a burning fever. You kept it bottled up, the feeling of keeping it locked away making your body feel as if it were going to combust.

It didn’t take Simon long to notice. Of course it didn’t. Like said previously, he knew you better than you knew yourself.

“What’s goin’ on in that head of yours, sweetheart?” he asked you when he finally had the chance to sit you down in his room.

The curtains were shut to keep the light out, knowing they irritated you and too much brightness made your eyes squint to the point of an ache. It was quiet apart from the subtle background noise of his TV, plastered with a show you enjoyed watching on nights alone with him. Bits of you were neatly placed around the room, like your journal placed on his desk with your favorite pen carefully set on top of it, or your clothes folded in a tidy pile on one of his shelves he had reserved for you.

“Nothing,” you responded, though Simon knew you enough to detect the lie, even from just one small word.

“You know you can’t hold it in, so talk to me,” he urged, taking a seat next to you from where you sat on the edge of his bed with your hands in your lap. You were picking at the skin around your nails, and like he’d always done, he picked them up into his own hands, soothing his thumbs along the back.

You blinked at him, mouth remaining shut. But the fever was becoming unbearable in your head, scorching you from the insides. You knew you wouldn’t be able to avoid asking him any longer.

“Why don’t we have sex?” you asked, blunt and to the point. His eyebrows raised from beneath his mask, one that he had yet to take off during your relationship. You never pushed since he never pushed you. Both of you had your own oddities, and for him, the mask was it.

“I didn’t think you wanted to,” he confessed, tone remaining calm and soft as he continued to encourage you to speak your mind. “I didn’t want to ask you, sweetheart.”

“Oh.”

You don’t know why you found yourself frowning, but you did, feeling a bit stumped from his answer. He had a point. You’d made no indications on wanting to be more intimate, and Simon’s only ever considered you in your best interest.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to,” he rushed to say. “I meant – do you want to?”

You did. The longer you found yourself thinking about it, the more you grew a need to try it. You trusted Simon entirely.

“I’ve never done it.” You felt embarrassed, though unsure why. This was Simon, after all.

“That’s okay,” he assured, giving your hands a squeeze. “Then we don’t have to, yeah?”

“But I want to,” you protested, frowning at him. He huffed out a quiet laugh, fiddling with one of your fingers affectionately.

“That’s okay, too.”

“Is it?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I don’t know, because I won’t be good, and I’m scared it’ll be too much, then I’ll ruin it by getting overwhelmed, and–”

“Hey,” Simon called out, lifting one of his hands off of yours to cradle your face. You sucked in a breath, exhausted from the rushed flow of panicked words that spilled out, allowing yourself to breathe. “We’ll take it slow, yeah? We’ll do everything at your pace, and the moment you say stop, we stop, no questions asked. I won’t be upset with you, sweetheart, and you certainly wouldn’t ruin it.”

You stared at him while he stared back at you, eyes filled with fondness and love that was only ever reserved for you. They were understanding, assuring, like deep pools of serenity you could float in forever.

“Promise?” you asked, and he laughed again.

“Promise.”

Simon continued to stare at you for a long moment, taking you in, before his hand lifted the bottom of his mask and tugged it over his head, showcasing the entirety of the very man who’d given his all to you. Since it would be your first time making a new step in your relationship, he figured he’d do the same by completely stripping himself of the very thing he wore to hide away.

Rugged and scarred, but beautiful, and you admired it until you surged forward to initiate the first move, like he’d always waited for you to do. He melted into you, cradling your face with tender emotion, pulling you in and calming the nasty sea that flooded your being.

Simon knew exactly how to make you feel safe, while also enjoying yourself. This wasn’t about him, it was about you, and he was absolutely determined to ensure that your first time was comfortable.

He covered the bed in your favorite blanket he kept just for you, soft and fuzzy, much more comfortable than the cotton sheet that always felt a bit too scratchy, even on his own skin. He laid it out for you, encouraging you to take your place.

His fingers were careful as they undressed you, and with every fabric he pulled off of your body, he took off of his own so the state of nudity was matched and you didn’t feel too exposed in comparison to him. He spoke to you with coated sweetness, telling you how proud he was that you told him of your needs, how honored he was that you trusted him to be the one to take you.

Simon took his time. He made no rush or fervent motion, and he allowed you the time to gather yourself if his hands became too much when they mapped out every inch of your skin. Soft and soothing, thumbs brushing along your hips as he waited patiently for you to assure him to continue.

When you were fully exposed to him, he smiled at you fondly, eyes lighting with nothing short of love. He was seeing you for everything you were now, and though for brief moments it was overwhelming to you, he was quick to wash the burden of it away with gentle guides of his hands.

The first finger was uncomfortable, even if he remained careful and slow when prodding you. Your face had mushed up into one of discomfort, and his eyes never left sight of you so he could watch for any indication that it was too much.

You, on the other hand, were both on a cloud of praise from the way he handled you so cautiously, while also free falling from the sky in anxious turmoil. The TV was echoing in your mind, the sounds of chatter causing you to lose focus. Combined with the intimate touches he filled your body with, it was already starting to become too much. You just didn’t know how to express it.

“Hey,” Simon called out to you, easing his finger out of you and instead placing his hand on your hip. “Tell me. What is it? Do you want to stop?”

“No.” You shook your head, letting out an exhale you were holding. “No, just– can you turn off the TV? I can’t– I can’t focus.”

Simon smiled warmly at you, moving without hesitation to shut the television off. The room was quiet now, and you breathed a sigh of relief, your mind finally calming.

“Better?” he asked, and you nodded. “Do you want me to continue, sweetheart?”

“Yes, please.”

Simon gave your hip a comforting squeeze before resuming his previous notions, sliding the pad of his finger along your slit before easing back inside once again. It was only when Simon was sure you could take it that he pressed in a second one, keeping his pace slow and controlled.

Discomfort was turning into pleasure, the feeling so new to you, so foreign. It wasn’t as overstimulating as you thought it would be thus far, but you had Simon there to assure it wouldn’t be.

The feeling of his fingers moving at a steady rhythm, back and forth with the occasional curl of the pads pressing up against your gummy walls, quickly spiraled into something good, something you didn’t hate.

Simon watched you the entire time, and when you gathered the courage to open your eyes and look at him, his smile nearly knocked the air out of your lungs.

“You’re doin’ good, sweetheart,” he praised, and a whimper left your mouth, causing you to squirm shamefully. “No, hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to be quiet around me, you know that, don’t you? Love hearin’ you, always love hearin’ your voice.”

His words caused your breath to quicken at the same time his fingers did, a spark of piping desire and need erupting inside of you, like lava spilling out of a volcano. It filled you to the brim, threatening to explode.

“That’s it, sweet girl. There you go,” he cooed, further urging you to let out any noises you had been holding back.

Before you could revel in the newfound fulfillment, his fingers slipped out of you, leaving you to whine at the loss. He smiled softly at your pout, lifting his clean hand to smoothen the furrow in your brow.

“I want to be inside you when you cum for the first time,” he explained, and you scrunched your nose up at his choice of words. They were unfamiliar, but not unwelcome, and clearly he found it amusing, judging from the snort that exhaled through his nose. “You tell me if it gets too much. Promise.”

You released a shaky breath, peering up at him from where he hovered over you, his hand tracing the lines on your face.

“I promise.”

That was all he needed to line himself up with you, gently easing the tip of him inside. It was an uncomfortable stretch, one that had you whimpering in disturbance. Simon shushed you, cradling his hand over your cheek and placing a warm kiss on your nose.

“I know, sweetheart. Tell me to stop. I will.”

You shook your head in protest despite the clear fluster of your emotions. He could see the inner workings of your mind driving themselves into exhaustion, so he grabbed one of your hands that were fisting the tufts of your blanket in a death grip, gently guiding it to the span of his bare shoulder.

“Dig your nails in if you have to, pretty girl. I don’t mind, hm?”

He knew when you were stimulated, you needed something to grasp and claim as yours. It was the reason you picked at your fingers the way you did, or gnawed on your lip until it was bloodied and raw. Now, he was encouraging you to release that tension, but at his own expense instead. He wanted you to express yourself comfortably.

You did as he said the more he pressed into you. Your nails created sharp indents into his scarred skin, threatening to break and pierce into him. His face showed no discomfort of his own from the sting, instead focused on your own, eyes gazing into yours the entirety of him sheathing himself fully.

Every time your face twitched, he leaned down to kiss it, showering you with his encouragement and pride for you.

When his hips were flush with yours, he stayed still, giving you all the time you needed to adjust.

Your entire body was more full than ever before, and you began to take in that feeling. It was like the world came to a stop and was waiting for your return, remaining patient and kind while you gave in to the fresh feeling of intimacy to its fullest.

“Still good, sweetheart?” he asked, and his voice brushed all the worries away.

“Mhm.”

“Doin’ amazing, sweet girl. M’gonna move now, okay?”

Another nod and he began to guide his hips back, dragging along the inside of your walls before promptly pressing back forward. It left your mind in a frenzy, and the only thing you could do was blink up at him and gasp every time he pushed and pulled in a game of tug of war.

Simon smothered you in affection while he continued to thrust into you, pressing along the spongy spot in your core that had your mind blanking. The blanket beneath you was soft against your skin, and you squirmed against it cozily whenever his thrusts had your body slightly shifting every time his hips slapped into yours, thankful he knew you well enough that he recognized what you needed to feel content.

Pleasure wracked your body, becoming overwhelming hot under the flesh of your skin. It flushed you a sheen a pink, layering you were evidence of your enjoyment, and he pressed daft kisses against the warmth.

The chord was unraveling, and the more it threatened to snap, the more Simon whispered you praises.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Doin’ so well, it feels good, yeah? You can let go, you can do it.”

With a loud cry, you did, the thin chord breaking in half and snapping, leaving you to burn with unfamiliar euphoria that took over every part of your bloodstream. It warmed you from the inside and out, and when you came down from it, Simon had pulled out, finishing himself off into his hand. When you gave him a confused and rather ruffled look, he smiled.

“Don’t think you’ll like the feelin', sweetheart,” he noted.

You laid there with an overwhelming flood of satisfaction when he went to clean himself up. When he returned, he had a warm washcloth that he used to carefully clean you up as well, knowing that if the wet, sticky feeling lingered, you’d grow agitated and uncomfortable.

Simon wrapped you up in his arms when all was said and done, making sure to brush away the stray hairs that tickled your forehead and instead tucking them behind your ears. Your mind was on mute, the consistent buzz that always lingered settling into nothingness. Simon tucked you into him, swaddling you with the fuzzy blanket and tugging it up over your ears just the way you liked, before pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead and softly playing with your hair until you were consumed by your own sleepiness.

[bedoballoons]

Hello again it's the anon whom asked for a shinobu reader 🤭

I almost ran out of headcanons i luv so maybe our genshin hybrid bois with a hybrid!reader just like them

I mean a dog!reader for gorou or a fox!reader for nari, a dragon reader for zhongli n neuvillette(how do y'all spell his name) maybe a adepti!reader for xiao

etc

-💤 (being an new anon 😋)

Hiya!! Welcome to the anon squad (sorry this is a little late)!! I absolutely LOVE this idea!!! I've never written a hybrid reader before so this was super exciting, I hope you enjoy! Also I hope you don't mind but I included Lyney with a cat hybrid!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Hybrid reader~༺}

CW: Fluffy and a little flirty, hybrid reader! (Pet names: Lyney: Mon chérie, Gorou: Honey, Neuvillette: Mon amour,

(Includes: Lyney, Gorou, Zhongli, Tighnari, Xiao, and Neuvillette!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney tipped his hat to you, a small smirk playing on his lips when he held up one of his cards and magically turned it into a rainbow rose, holding it out for you to take, "You look gorgeous as ever mon chérie." You rolled your eyes playfully and accepted his gift, walking up close to him so your tail could run along underside of his chin, making him swoon like a lovesick puppy while your purred in his ear, "You look fairly handsome yourself magician boy~"

He sighed, unable to respond as a blush crawled onto his cheeks and his doe eyes stared at you almost blankly, you couldn't help but giggle at him, running your hand up his chest and leaning close to his face to whisper against his lips, "Whats the matter Lyney...cat got your tongue?"

𑁍༄Gorou:

You smiled happily at Gorou, your tail wagging with excitement as he walked up to you with a big grin and a handful of wildflowers, his eyes shining with love for you. "You're home! You spent way to much time in Inazuma city! Next time I'm coming with you!" You shouted to him, giving up waiting at the door and running to him full speed, his arms open for you to jump into. "I missed you too honey!" He laughed, holding you tightly as he spun you both around for a second and gave you one of his special kisses that made your heart race.

You pulled away to inspect him, grabbing his face gently to make sure there weren't any injuries anywhere while chuckled at your antics, "Honey I'm okay I promise!" He embraced you again, giving you soft butterfly kisses while your tails swayed in harmony...you had missed him so much.

𑁍༄Zhongli:

You'd cuddled into Zhonglis warmth, feeling his sharp nails gently graze your scalp while he ran his fingers through your hair, his tail wrapped around yours to the point they could actually get tangled, but you weren't worried...you could stay with him in that spot for thousands of years, in fact it sounded beautiful, "Zhongli, let's stay like this forever. We can enjoy eachothers presence and watch the sunrise...the sunset, never bothered by anyone, just you and me."

"Perhaps one day, for now I'm afraid I still have duties to uphold in Liyue...lantern rites to attend, stories to tell...this geo dragon has more to do before he can rest fully." You nodded, already knowing that would be his answer, still you could dream about that one day...the day the two of you would go to rest together in your special spot and never leave.

𑁍༄Tighnari:

Your ears twitched along with Tighnaris while the two of you treaded through the forest, the beautiful sounds of nature all around you and your senses on alert for any threats to the wildlife,...or from the wildlife. "Nari, why are we out here again? It seems a bit denser urrgh...then what we usually walk through, oh oww." You struggled to speak as you got tangled up in vines, a thorned one wrapped around your fluffy tail.

"I got word there was a new type of plant in the area with incredible medicinal properties, I had no idea it would be so overgrown though....how did you even do this?" He chuckled at the sight of you and carefully set you free, touching your tail softly to make sure there wasn't any long lasting injuries. "Nari, next walk we take a path."

𑁍༄Xiao:

You appeared next to Xiao, the moonlight almost illuminating him as he stared out across the sea, thinking about his feelings for you...what they meant, how they came to be...if they could continue. He'd never experienced something like this...especially with another adepti, one he admired so much, "Killing demons...comes easily to me. Taking care of monsters...dealing with my Karmic debt, I'm even beginning to understand humans but over two-thousand years and the idea of love...still confuses me. I don't...know how to be what I want to for you...what you want me to be."

You sighed, leaning your head on his shoulder and looking up at the stars as a breeze brushed your cheek, "I don't want you to be anything but yourself Xiao..., the conqueror of demons, the one who sacrifice himself to save everyone else. Just be you and my love will never waver." Your words still didn't clear up all his confusion, but they calmed him enough to place a kiss on top of your head...ready to start a whole new journey with you.

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

You smiled up at the sky for a moment, taking out your umbrella as light rain started to fall and dark clouds rumbled with quiet thunder. A storm was brewing and you could only assume it was Neuvillettes doing...the old hydro dragon, what had got him feeling down this time?

You made your way through the crowds of people, all of them trying their best to not get wet while you splashed in puddles and embraced the beautiful weather, finishing your walk right in front of the Chief of justices door. You knocked a couple times, humming the lullaby about Neuvillette as you waited for him to answer. "Neuvillette, please let me in...from one dragon to another, we both know you need some comforting."

You didn't even get a chance to say hello as he pulled you into his office and hugged you tightly, gentle tears leaving wet spots on your shoulder while you sighed. "What happened?" You rubbed his back, the two of you feeling comfortable enough to let some of your dragon features show, like your tails that intertwined together and the star shaped pupils in your eyes that looked up at him will love. "So many things mon amour...thank you...for being here for me."

"There's no need to thank me, I will always be here when you need me."

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day*⁠.⁠✧

[hoe-days]

Have a request for ya! How would the 5 generals + Francois hyoga react to a sick s/o, like throat ache so dang bad they can't speak from pain?

I'm definitely not the one passing for this rn.. nah

-🦐

I’m sorry this is so late, I hope you recovered well 🦐 Anon!

Senku shows up masked up as soon as he finds out S/O sick. He says something to them and they don’t respond? Yep come here, he’s checking you out. He takes their temp and tells them to open their mouth so he can see how bad it is. Once he’s figured enough out he disappears for a bit.

S/O will notice that every so often someone will randomly come check on them, but not Senku. They sometimes bring tea with them. The questions they ask S/O are oddly specific. After a long while Senku does come back. He sits down in front of S/O and goes, “Take this. It’ll help.”

——

Gen is immediately worried. He told his S/O good morning and when they tried to respond, nothing but a painful sounding cough came out!

“S/O, dear, you sound absolutely errible-tay!”

He makes them some tea and asks if they have any other symptoms.

“Oh right. You can’t talk. Okay just nod or shake your head then.”

So he names a few things before getting up and dressed.

“Okay then. You finish that tea and rest. I’ll be right back okay? I’ll talk to Senku and see if he has anything, and I’ll ask Francois to bring you some soup.

——

Ukyo can hear his S/O wheezing before they even wake up. He sits up and looks over at them, feeling their forehead.

“Hm…That’s no good.”

He adjusts their pillow and gets dressed. He’s already gone when they wake up, but they find a note and some tea next to them.

“Went to find some help for you, drink this in the meantime.”

He comes back with Senku and has him look them over and figure of the issue. He does whatever is asked of him to help make the medicine needed.

——

Ryuisui is up and ready for the day. He’s waking S/O up as he normally does.

“Rise and shine, S/O! We’ve got a lot to do today! I want-“

He pauses when he hears them ask him to quiet down.

“S/O you sound awful. I’ll have Francois make you some soup and tea.”

He kisses their forehead before going to find Senku. Francois sits with them until Ryusui comes back.

“Price doesn’t matter. I’ll pay whatever it takes to get what S/O needs.”

——

Chrome’s mind immediately goes to the worst. He thinks they’re dying. He’s scrambling to figure out a way to help and his initial thought is to give them the sulfa-drug, but he figures maybe he should ask if that would even help first.

Once he makes sure his S/O is alive at least, he sets out to find a solution. He remembers every symptom they have and brings what he knows to Senku. Once Senku tells him what’s needed he sets off to get it. He won’t come back until he has some medicine for his S/O.

——

Francois’s S/O wakes up and finds that Francois is already up and bringing tea and soup to them.

“You sounded like you were coming down with something last night before bed. I took the liberty of making you some soothing tea and soup. A recipe I’ve used before. It’s perfect for soothing sore throats.”

Francois is always prepared. They stay with S/O until they’re needed elsewhere. They would be like 1 second late after being summoned and would go, “My apologies for being late. S/O is sick and needed tending to.”

Ryusui would tell them to stay with S/O instead and that things are fine. Francois is incredibly grateful.

——

Hyoga’s first instinct when hearing how his S/O sounds is to say something dirty.

“I didn’t think I damaged your throat that bad when I-“

S/O very weakly hits him and he catches their hand, sitting it in his lap gently.

“Seems like you’ve come down with something nasty. No worries, I’ll make sure you get proper care.l

He sits and strokes their hair for a bit.

“I suppose I’ll make you some tea to hold you over until I can find some medicine for you.”

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frozen words // fc43

description: gf!reader x fc43 (you can't be at a race due to your own life, despite franco wanting you there)

tw: none that i know of

word count: 1.4k

a/n: based off of request from anon! google translated spanish unfortunately. i read somewhere that franco moved to italy at 14 so for the sake of this fic, he still lives there. he's a little insecure in this fic and i teared up writing it but he deserves so many fics about him and definitely will be writing more for him. part of my december fic series called winter in the fast lane

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You were in the apartment that you and Franco shared in Italy. It was small, but it got the job done. Not like you both were home at the same time often anyways. Today was like no other, Franco off doing racing things and you staying back. You had a life after all, you couldn't just drop it all for him like other WAGs could do. You had a career to live out while Franco was living out his as well.

It was quiet in the apartment without Franco, but you had gotten almost used to it considering he had been gone for almost about 3 weeks now for the triple header. He was off in Brazil at the moment, racing in the rain. You hadn't been able to watch the race when it took place due to your job and the time zone difference, but you watched the replay.

You felt horrible that he DNF'ed that race, knowing how much he wanted to prove himself in order to secure a spot on the grid next season. You tried to support him in anything and everything he did but it was hard when you just didn't live in the racing mindset which meant you didn't know how to help him. He never really took that stress out on you though, he loved you too much for that.

However, every once in a while when the world became too loud for him, it just slipped out at you. So you couldn't even be entirely surprised when you checked your phone while eating the dinner you had made, seeing a couple missed texts from your lovely boyfriend who was on the other side of the world. Your heart dropped at the messages, knowing he was in pain and stressed at the moment. He usually called you something sweet when texting you like mi amor (my love) or mi corazón (my heart). Anything. He had never not done that. You knew you had to respond considering this was your boyfriend on the line. You were almost a little surprised that he responded so quickly to your texts.

Franco never texted like that and he definitely didn't leave you on read often. He never texted much in general anyways, always preferring to call or facetime. But he was tired and stressed. How was he meant to stay on the grid next season when he can't even drive in the rain and keeps crashing. It was worse too because the one person he wanted with him was in a different country with their own life.

You felt horrible at the moment and had lost your appetite to even finish your dinner. You knew Franco would be in Brazil for a few more days, finishing up some stuff with the team, before he got to head home. So was it irrational that you were looking at plane tickets to Brazil for tonight? Maybe a little, but based on Franco's texts, he needed you and he would (and has before) do it for you if you really needed him.

The flight left late and took about 13 hours total to get there. You knew what hotel he was staying at due to having met Alex before and having his number. You knocked on Franco's hotel door and for a moment, there was no answer. You mentally prayed that he was even here and not off doing things in the city, or that this was even the right room.

But the door opened and a tired Franco appeared. He didn't look tired like he hadn't slept, but tired in a mental way. He obviously wasn't expecting you and just stared at you for a moment. You just wrapped your arms around him, needing to just hug him. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry for not being here," You spoke into his chest as his arms were around you.

Franco was caught off guard by your hug, by your presence in the first place too. But that was quickly erased as he hugged you back, breathing in the familiar smell of you. You always used this very specific shampoo and he absolutely adored it. He wouldn't ever admit it, but he sometimes bought that shampoo when he was away from you for a long time just to have a little smell of home with him.

"Mi vida (my life), I'm the one who's sorry. You have a life and I don't always have to be with you," Franco spoke against your hair as he held you close to him. He didn't want to let go of you. Part of that was because he hadn't seen you in person in about 3 weeks and part of that was the fear that if he let go of you, then you would disappear in his arms and be off in Italy again. Half of him thought he was dreaming that you were here anyways. It had not been an easy weekend for him in any way.

You smiled a little at Franco's use of 'mi vida'. The Franco you knew and loved was back, even if it was just a little thing. Your hands went up his back and shoulders to the nape of his neck, feeling the short hair that was there. "I would be with you every second of every day if I could be," You said to him, being completely honest too. You loved Franco, just as he loved you. It just got difficult for you to manage your life while he managed his and still try to find time for one another.

"I am sorry that the weekend has been the way it has been. I know that you didn't want it to go that way. But, I'm proud of you no matter how a race weekend goes," You added on to your words. Franco could finish p20 or p1 and you would be proud regardless. He was accomplishing his dream of being in F1 and that was something to be proud of. He supported you in anything you did so you always tried to do the same.

Franco didn't entirely want to remember this race weekend. It didn't go the way he wanted at all. He wasn't sure how he was meant to get a spot on the grid next year if he had race weekends like this one. He knew you were proud no matter what, but he also wanted those good results to secure his future continuing his dream. "Todo bien, todo bien (all good, all good)," He spoke into the top of your head. This weekend had been far from good for him, but with you here it all seemed to disappear.

He grabbed your suitcase's handle and pulled it into the hotel room as he kept hugging you, closing the door. He was unbelievably happy you were here, but he also was so tired. He didn't sleep much last night since he was too busy replaying his mistakes from this weekend on the race track and with you. He walked backwards, pulling you with him, before he reached the bed. He laid on the bed, pulling you with him which made you laugh at his antics.

You felt Franco drop you both to the bed and your laughter filled the air. The hotel bed felt like heaven, especially considering you had only slept on an airplane which was not very comfortable. You leaned your chin on his chest, looking up at him. You brushed some of his hair out of his face with your fingers before speaking, "Are we good?" Franco thought you were so smart, but there were times he questioned it. He had just been stressed and frustrated this weekend and had accidentally taken it out on you since he missed you so bad.

"We're so good," Franco said, intertwining his hands with yours. He brought your hands up to his mouth, pressing some soft kisses to the backs of your hands. "But my sleep schedule is not, so shhhh," He said to you as he closed his eyes, keeping your hands by his lips. He never slept well without you, maybe that was part of the reason why wanted you at so many races. But you were here, so he was about to sleep like an absolute baby.

[shinelikethunder]

psa @ the wincest side of spn fandom

i've been hearing the rumblings of a nasty ongoing flare-up of samgirl vs. deangirl drama, a lot of which i haven't witnessed firsthand because my blocked list is like five miles long. but it's clear there's an escalating amount of askbox harassment involved, and i do have something to add about that:

recently there's been at least one anon sending dunk-bait links to both "sides" to goad them into talking shit about each other in public.

i know this because late last year, i got an ask that was just a link to a post on a samgirl blog + an invitation to dunk on everyone involved. and i know it was malicious, not just a fellow fan getting gossipy, because anon was fucking sloppy:

1. the linked post was..... a response to an anon ask. an anon ask that was just a link to a deangirl take + an invitation to dunk on everyone involved.

2. when i responded with a text post going "sorry anon but i'm not gonna talk shit on command or broadcast that snitch link to everyone reading this," within like 30 seconds i got another ask along the lines of "go die in a ditch then you miserable cunt." just zero-to-sixty mask-off troll shit.

3. when i contacted a few blogs on the samgirl side to go "hey, be careful, i think someone is trying to fucking play us," i got several reports of a pattern of similar anons, some of which leaned even more blatantly into a "hey, look at these clowns talking shit about you" interpersonal drama script.

(relevant data point: in the link i received, the deangirl take getting roasted was from one of my mutuals in a thread i'd also participated in. so anon secured a dunk post from a samgirl, then turned around and tattled on it in my inbox, presumably in the hopes that one of us or our followers would go on the defensive warpath and stoop to harassment.)

even in general, when nobody's trolling, it's a bad idea to publicly respond to asks that are just "look how bad this take is" hatelinking. it's a shitty venue for indulging the human impulse to vent, and posting the link can drive harassment. but also some troll very much has been stirring shit, so be wary of anon asks attributed to one side or the other.

(as mentioned, my blocked-users list is long and mostly not personal - i'll block just to weed stuff i don't wanna see out of a ship tag - so anyone who wants to circulate this post but can't is explicitly welcome to screenshot or copy/paste.)