#thank you anon for sending me this gem

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

I was just sent this by an anon and it gave me Xavier x Wednesday!twin sister vibes. Should I fininish this one wedding request that's been sitting in my drafts since April?

[corrodedcoughin]

wanted to join in on the queer movie recommendation fun times because i love queer movies so here are a few that i loved that i dont THINK anyone has mentioned yet

the way he looks - about a blind teen boy (leonardo) who has an overbearing mum and wants more independence so he’s planning to go on an exchange programme abroad to escape his mum for a bit. a new boy moves into town and makes leonardo question his plans to study abroad. it’s super cute and was originally a short film if you don’t have the time for a full movie.

portrait of a lady on fire - one of many sad period piece lesbian movies. so genuinely beautiful though. about a painter who is tasked with secretly painting a woman who doesn’t want her portrait painted. spoiler alert she ends up doing a lot more than just painting her.

do revenge - idk if this counts because the story isn’t centred around queer love, but maya hawke (one of the main characters) plays a lesbian so i’m recommending it. it is the teeniest dramaiest movie i’ve seen in a while and it is genuinely funny and shocking. it’s about two girls at a private school who do each other’s revenge plans because it would be too obviously incriminating to do their own revenges.

boy erased - much sadder movie, based on a memoir about a man’s experience with conversion therapy after being outed to his (very christian) parents at 19. MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING for on screen sexual assault though, and other triggering themes that come with the conversion therapy topic, so proceed with caution.

okay i will stop now hope you enjoy these 😎

Hop aboard!! We are delighted to have your expertise!!!

[acrazybayernfan]

https://www.tumblr.com/moosiala/718494325157347328

He’s so goofy I love him 😭

Hahaha 😂 Thank you so much I hadn't seen it yet and it would have been so bad to miss THAT. Oh I'm dying, they're just so crazy ! Everything is gold in this video between Jo screaming like a madman (okay as usual), Yann eating his lunch so calmly and Thomas satisfied smile after singing that song...

[a-hermit-pining]

I saw this on Twitter (i forgot the @), but it really got me thinking. What would your hc be if the boys were playing the game and you were the mc? I hc that Caleb would save every "y/n laughing compilation" he comes across, rafayel would edit y/n's face on random fish and make crack edits and from his alt account he would drop the most gorgeous fanart, and for some reason I feel like sylus would use "quality time" religiously

Hi anon, thank you for sending this in ^^

I completely agree with your takes. Here is my take to compliment yours.

Rafayel: Is the undisputed Fanart King, sketching your character from every angle, in every possible outfit. If an art contest exists, he has already submitted three entries before anyone even knew it was happening. But beyond his artistic obsession, he is also the cursed glitch hoarder. While normal people would be horrified at a headless version of you appearing in-game, Rafayel takes screenshots for exclusive content, considering it a divine blessing from the tech gods. Despite his god-tier art skills, he has zero patience for level locks that force him to wait before progressing, so instead of playing at a normal pace, he rage-quits for months, then returns to binge the game in one sleepless week. His camera roll is half fanart, half stunning in-game scenery that he edits like it’s going in an art gallery.

Xavier: Does not play games for casual enjoyment. He plays for answers. He is a speedrun menace, hitting the first dialogue option before the text box even fully loads. If he gets stuck, he immediately transforms into a lore-devouring beast, reading every spoiler possible just to figure out how to proceed. The only thing keeping him from fully losing his sanity is his refusal to buy premium currency, his pride dictates that he must grind every last diamond by sheer willpower alone. And so, he hoards gems like his soul depends on it, progresses at breakneck speed, and once he’s finished all available content, he descends into 3 AM theory rabbit holes instead of doing something sane like, you know… sleeping. He probably has a color-coded spreadsheet tracking all the route impacts.

Zayne: No one would ever suspect that the infamous, critically acclaimed AO3 writer Frozen Seal, master of soul-crushing angst and tender, breathtaking romance, is actually the stoic, overworked cardiologist Zayne. His fics have a reputation for being so emotionally devastating that readers leave essays in the comments. His update schedule? Completely dictated by his hospital shifts. His author’s notes? Usually something like "Sorry, a patient coded. Will update later." Writes the most heart-wrenching, steamy romance scenes with surgical precision, leaving readers sobbing and sweating in equal measure. Has the smut writing skills of an ace author- which are god tier. Daydreams about you constantly, except when he’s actively resuscitating someone (Even he has limits.)

Sylus: Sylus owns everything. Every premium outfit, every pose, every CG. His entire paycheck is funneled into this game, and no one will ever know the full extent of his power. If questioned about how he maxed out every possible feature, he simply smirks and says, “Skill issue.” But despite single-handedly funding the dev team, he is infuriatingly secretive about his content. His in-game gallery? Locked. His premium screenshots? Hidden. Some speculate he has developers tied up in his basement feeding him exclusive content, but according to Sylus, it’s simply the fruit of his labor. Strangely enough, despite having literally everything, he still has beef with the gacha system and will cuss out the algorithm if he doesn’t get his way.

Caleb: Is cursed with abysmal gacha luck, pulling three-star memories every single time without fail. He suffers, but at this point, he embraces the suffering like a tragic hero. His nights are spent watching crack compilations at 2 AM, laughing silently to himself like a man on the verge of losing his mind (he is this 🤏🏻close). By all accounts, he plays the game rationally until your character appears, at which point all logic is abandoned. He has every single one of Zayne’s fics bookmarked, and he doesn’t just skim he analyzes them like scholarly literature, leaving long, heartfelt comments. And, of course, in the quiet solitude of his room, a freakishly realistic body pillow of you sits on his bed. If questioned? He doesn’t even blink. "It’s a limited-edition collector’s item."

[monzamash]

★ bargain bin; —send me a driver + prompt/dialogue starter and i'll write a tiny musing for you

loosen up charles leclerc x you —18+ (sex, mature themes, coarse language) —requested by @tlhd7 (absolute gem) and lovely anon 💖

you knew you were done the second you saw ferrari’s usgp liverly on instagram. the little slither of black peeking out of the collar of charles’ suit already conjuring up wild, wild thoughts. none of them holy. charles looked good in black, that was a well known fact — whether he was wearing a tuxedo or even lounging around in a simple black shirt he looked hot. and although he exuded sunshine energy most of the time, there was a darkness that you enjoyed about him. vexed and flustered charles turned you on.

once you had confirmation from your boyfriend that they were indeed wearing black fireproofs this weekend, the decision was final. you were flying out to texas because nothing was going to stop you from indulging in your greatest fantasy — jet lag who? and nobody was going to stop you from slinking into charles’ drivers room while he prepped for practice. absolutely nobody.

“knock knock…” you playfully greeted, causing charles to glance over from where he was perched on his physio bed. 

“well hello, mon ange… who let you in?” he teased back with a smirk and placed his phone on the table beside him.

“andrea did because i’m actually here to do your warm up massage… fred thought it was really important to get a professional in to make you feel good.” 

charles' soft smile dropped into a devilish smirk, eyes narrowing with desire as soon as his mind registered what you were saying. he liked to roleplay a little, especially on the road when everything felt so serious and tiresome — he loved a sprinkle of spiciness added to the mix and who better to bring it than the woman of his dreams.

“oh well don’t let me stop you, ma’am,” he rushed before laying back down on his front, smiling from ear to ear and giggling into the face hole.

“thank you, sir — i’ll get started on your back first… making sure all those hard knots are worked out before your race,” you stated, brushing your hands down the expanse of his clothed back. the black mesh felt smooth against your palms as you moved them up and down in long strokes, "how's that pressure?”

“incredible but you can be harder if you like,” charles mumbled, his eyes closed while he enjoyed the feeling of your touch. 

“oh, it’s gonna be hard, mr. leclerc — please be patient.” 

you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh into your shoulder — every time you played a character, you struggled to keep it together but eventually the insecurity of it all slowly dissipated as you focused back in. 

you thumbed the hem of his fireproof top and dragged it gently up his back, exposing the tanned skin that beautifully complimented the black fabric, all taut and soft and sprinkled with freckles. each muscle danced under your fingertips as you carefully traced the marks you’d left the night before — the remnants of your reunion making every nerve in your body tingle from the memory. the frenzied fingernail tracks were red, but fading and you could tell charles liked the feeling of your cool palms grazing them by the soft, nearly inaudible moan that slipped from his pursed lips.

“feel good?” you asked, smirking to yourself.

“amazing.” he practically groaned in response. 

“i’ll get you to turn over now so we can shift focus to your front.”

it didn't take long for charles to scurry up and flip over onto his back. he looked like a kid entering a candy store, all wired and wide eyed from what was on offer, and the promise of a sweet treat at the end. you rubbed your hands together and pushed his shirt up a little further before working your hands across his tight abdomen and over his chest, spending a little extra time on the perked nipples that always got his engine revving. to balance out the moans of pleasure, you ghosted your fingertips down his ribs, causing a high pitched giggle to erupt from the man below, immediately cutting the tension bubbling up.

“very ticklish there, ma’am — go lower please…” 

“oh, do you feel tight down here?” you asked innocently while unzipping his suit a little further down his hips.

“very tight - bit lower than that… lower… lower,” charles’ voice grew quieter the closer you got to where he ached until your hand gently grasped his hard cock, “ah, yes - right there,” he sighed. 

you stroked him through the black fireproof trousers, the fabric bunching as your hand worked him over, “ah, i see… very stiff in this area — try to relax for me, charles.” 

the sound of his name falling sultrily from your mouth as you worked him in your hand had him moaning into his arm that had instinctively come up to cover his mouth. the walls of his drivers room were thin, so thin that you’d been told more than once to keep it down. it never stopped you — in fact, maybe it even encouraged the exhibitionist streak you two had. 

through the soft moans, charles eventually grasped consciousness and came up for air - he loved watching you get him off, almost as much as he enjoyed returning the favour. everything about you set him alight — your eyes, your voice and the way you studied every little twitch on his face while you made him feel good.

slowing slightly, you pensively looked down at your hand and tutted, “i think i may need to use some kind of lubrication to really get these stiff knots out…” 

charles eagerly nodded, “do whatever you need to do.”

“as long as you’re sure…” you stated cautiously, peeling down his fireproofs and underwear in one foul swoop, “is it okay if i use my mouth? i think it could really help.” 

a gutteral moan vibrated in charles’ throat as his head lulled back in disbelief, “fuck… i mean, yes- yes, yes, yes, yes.” 

it never took long to have him exactly where you wanted him — you always started with a tiny kitten lick to his tip, your tongue would travel down to the base and back up before taking him fully in your warm mouth. before too long, he was sitting upright and pulsating down the back of your throat with his fingers loosely grasping the back of your head for dear life, needing something, anything to hold onto while you had him seeing stars. his other hand was pressed so hard to his mouth that when you stood up and wiped your lips, you could see a red hand print left in its wake. 

“are you feeling looser now, mr. leclerc?” you teased and massaged his shoulders once more with a smirk lining your swollen lips. 

“oh my god stop or you’ll make me hard again,” charles groaned and pulled you into a passionate kiss, “you will be the death of me eventually, sweet girl.”

a/n— please don't ask me to define "tiny" because this is over 1k words lol i got carried away because i haven't written for charles in a loooong time and these two requests were way too good not to combine! i have no chill. shop the sale event here !!

[jymwahuwu]

anon who got beaten by covid coming through with more Capitano thoughts.. (no thirsts..yet. I need to coach myself with scenario building..Capitano talks you through every climax. There. That is the most I can write 😭)

Capitano tried to be patient, he truly tried. But he only sighs softly when communication cannot work but force must.

He is a very broad man and it's quite easy for you to spot his looming shadow over you when you had fallen onto the ground, having tried to escape the cabin with only the moonlight as your guide.

"S- Sir.." You look up, tears welled up in your eyes as you try your best to calm your racing heart. You've seen how he has dealt with..most unsavory soldiers. What will he do to you? A lone soldier who has deserted their post?

The man doesn't say anything for a moment, the darkness of his helmet staring holes into you.

"Have I done wrong with you?" He finally speaks, crouching down to speak with you. Despite him trying to match your height..it only makes it more threatening. "I don't believe.. I've mistreated you?"

He's genuinely confused, he can't..register the fact that he's feared by a soldier that he has treated so gently and nicely. "I apologize if I have harmed you.." He tried to make amends anyways.

But then you go and ruin it by trying to run..tsk, tsk, and of course, he only needs to grab your wrist and you're completely immobile. You are a deserted soldier..and unfortunately it seems like you must treat you as the soldier you are.

Even if he wishes you were more than just a soldier.

Bingo. All he has to do is make your punishment..become his bride. He doesn't like phrasing it as a punishment but..perhaps a training session would be better?

You're still training..just..training to be his wife. (Also training to take his very impressive size that he always sighs as he coaxes you into taking every inch of..)

cw: dub-con, forced marriage, yandere, size kink, female reader

Thank you for sending me a story, I really enjoyed it😽💖 You posted it in two parts, and I replied to both here!! (part 1 of the story is here)

Like gentle giant and skittish darling trope! Frightened, awkward you.

Be informed that you have been chosen as a warrior, and that you have given it your all…but, maybe you don't have the talent here. The combat movements are a bit clunky and don't flow smoothly. The vision tied around your waist shines with the light of the elements, but your skills… (such as flowing out a small amount of water, like a spring spring, or just condensing some cheap gems, or electricity like a kitten claws, etc…). Those skills are just not suitable for fighting, you know? Will you use gentleness against Heavenly Principles, against enemies?

After training, failure and frustration have overwhelmed you, and the physical pain and exhaustion cannot be ignored. Not to mention that Capitano in his cape looks down at you like an unshakable mountain. You rubbed your cheek against his palm and couldn't help biting your lip, shedding tears like a little kitten. He pats your head gently and tells you how to improve your movements and use elemental powers. Easier said than done. You nodded, but there was still no way to improve next time.

He's not biased, really. In Capitano's eyes, everyone can fight, but you… may be able to put your talents in other areas, such as cooking and knitting. Your elements are just as gentle as yours. Maybe you can keep that water and food warm. His confession to you is formal and prepared. He asks you in serious terms if you can marry him and spend the rest of your life together.

You… look terrified, hyperventilating from shock. "Me-me?" You pointed at yourself, shaking. Captain wants to marry you? That first of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers? He was just joking, right? You refused and distanced yourself from him like he was a flood.

I like drama🫣😹 so I added some wind and snow. On a moonlit night, you planned an escape, only to fall on the snow and almost be washed away and submerged by the wind and snow. Looking back, I saw that familiar huge figure walking out of the falling snow. He grabbed your wrist a little too roughly, "Sir- Sir?" As always, you looked at him with tears, but fear gnawed at your heart even more.

"You might be dead." There was ice in his voice. He knelt down on one leg and looked down at you. "What are you doing? Did I… hurt you? If you feel that way, then I apologize."

"I-I'm sorry!" You cried, even the tears froze. You know he's right. He is worried about your safety. How is he going to treat you? Will he put you in jail? Capitano carries you in his arms and takes you back to his home. It's there to restore your body temperature and keep you warm. He immerses you in the warm water and towels you off.

If you don't plan an escape, you can still enjoy your options. Since you ran away… you can't return to Fatui, but as his wife stay with him and receive training. Starting from looking directly at his mask, you panicked, but now you can't. You have to look directly into his dark blue eyes, from the depths of your soul. A huge cock stood erect in the middle of his pubic hair and was leaking pre-cum. You stammered, placing your hands on his heated belly as you looked directly at the impressive size of his cock for the first time, "W-What is this? How does this work…!? Can you- can you be a little smaller…"

That's why you need to be trained to accommodate his size. Capitano knew it was unlikely to work the first time. His cock swells against your belly and rubs against your clit, or pushes deeper into you, opening up the tight folds of flesh. The pounding of pulses sends pleasure through your limbs, into your brain as flesh slaps and pops, until the warm cream spurts and rushes into you.

There will be another training next time.

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

hi!! can you please do a nightcrawler x f!reader smut where kurt is a gentle dom and reader is a good submissive pet? i suggest the use of collars, toys and ofc lots or praise from kurt ♡

~Spoiled~

Pairing: Nightcrawler x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: collars, overstimulation heavy, restraints, toys, creampie, unprotected sex, sort of voyeur/exhibitionist (there's a mirror), oral (f receiving), and of course plenty of praise for our darling anon ;)

Genre: it's smut but fluffy too

Summary: Kurt comes home with a new present for you- but he manages to make it a gift for himself too

A/N:Thank you for requesting lovely <3

***

"Hello liebling." Kurt says kissing your cheek.

"Hi my love. Welcome home." You smile at him.

"I got you something."

"Really? What is it?"

"Close your eyes." He tells you.

"Oh okay." You hum and close your eyes. You feel something velvety wrap around your throat and you're pretty sure you know what it is before you even open your eyes.

"Alright liebling, open your eyes my dear." Kurt says softly. You can hear the smile in his voice and it brings one to your face as you open your eyes.

Kurt is holding a hand mirror for you to see the prettiest choker sitting against your neck.

"My goodness." You breathe out. The thick black band is lined with lace flowers and teardrop gems dangle from the bottom. In the center, perfectly sitting above the dip in your throat, is a small metal heart with Kurt's name on one side and your name on the other.

"Do you like it?" He asks leaning over your shoulder to see your face.

"Like it? Kurt this is the most perfect thing I've ever seen." You say, gently running your fingertips over the small details.

"I saw one similar and I had this one made for you. It looks even better than I had pictured." Kurt smiles. He runs his fingers along your jaw, tilting your chin up. You smile as he leans down and presses his lips to yours gently at first, but the longer you kiss the more intense it gets. Kurt crowds you against the couch, holding himself up using the back of the couch.

"You spoil me." You say into the kiss. Kurt pulls away and presses a kiss to your forehead.

"You deserve it, my sweet little doll." He says.

"Thank you, Kurt. It's gorgeous." You tell him.

"You never need to thank me," Kurt smiles. He leans closer, lowering his tone for the next sentence out of his mouth. "but if you really want to, I'd love to see you in only the collar." He holds out a hand for you. You feel your face heat slightly, immediately picturing what's clearly going to happen next.

You take Kurt's hand and allow him to pull you up from the couch. He leads you down the hall to the bedroom. You try to temper your growing excitement as you make your way through your apartment but it's hard to ignore the anticipation. The thrill of not knowing what will happen next, the guessing and fantasizing of where things could go, your heart rate increases and it makes you antsy in the best way.

"Strip for me, liebling." Kurt kisses the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, and then steps back. You're standing in front of the full length mirror that hangs against one wall and you lock eyes with Kurt through the reflection. He's still within arm's length, but far enough that you can move freely.

You tug your hoodie over your head, revealing your bare chest. You can hear the deep inhale from Kurt before you can see him again. Since you were just doing things around the house you didn't bother wearing a bra, accidental pro given where you are now.

"You get more beautiful every day." Kurt sighs, stepping closer to you and kissing your shoulder a number of times.

"Thank you." You smile. You hook your thumbs in your shorts and shimmy them over your hips, letting them drop to your ankles. You step out of them and kick them off to the side before you reach for your panties.

"No, I'll do those." Kurt says, so you drop your hands. His hands come up to your shoulders as he kisses your neck, right above the edge of your new collar.

He trails his fingers down your arms and back up again.

Then down across your collarbone.

Out and around your breasts.

He cups your boobs, letting his thumbs graze your nipples. You gasp, shuddering under his touch, the soft caress tugging deep in your abdomen. He tugs at your hardened nipples and you jolt.

"Fuck-" you moan.

"Pretty girl." Kurt hums. His hands trail over your stomach, over your hips, down your thighs and he drops to his knees, spinning you around to face him. He pulls your panties down your legs and helps you out of them.

"I can't wait to taste you liebling." He practically sighs. Kurt buries his face in your legs, his tongue immediately swirling between your lips. Your head dips back, Kurt has always been- so good at eating you out. He says it's his favorite thing to do, and honestly with the frequency that he does it you're pretty convinced he does it for himself more than you.

Kurt's tongue drags slowly over your clit in maddening circles. He relishes in the desperate moans falling from your open mouth. Savors the sweet intoxication of your scent and taste flooding his senses.

"Kurt- sir, please- you're teasing." You whine.

"Hm I can't help it doll you taste just so- irresistible." Kurt winks at you. Kurt swings one of your legs over his shoulder and continues lapping at your cunt. His tongue is faster now, and you can feel your orgasm building.

"Gods that feels- so good." You groan. Kurt is relentless, slurping and licking intensely and- fuck when you glance down he's staring at you with such heat you can't hold his gaze.

"Cum for me princess, I know you're close." Kurt mutters against you. With a gasp, you feel your body tense at his behest, and your leg shakes as your orgasm hits you. Thank goodness he's holding you up. Kurt stays between your legs until the aftershocks of your release subside. Only once your breathing returns to normal does he slowly stand, kissing and caressing his way up your body.

"Pretty girl." He hums, grabbing your chin gently.

"Thank you."

Kurt leads you to the bed and motions for you to lay down. He walks over to a storage drawer in your room that you guys use to store your toys. You try to guess what he's getting from there, your own curiosity building the longer he's away.

He returns with a pair of fur lined cuffs and something else that he doesn't show you but you sense him set it on the bed next to him.

"Hands up liebling." He says. You put your hands up by the headboard and he straps the cuffs around your wrists, with a spoke from the headboard between your arms, securing you in place. Kurt lets his hand trail down from your bound wrists down your left arm. He continues down your chest, stops to tweak one of your nipples between two fingers, and keeps then drags the digits down your abdomen. At the same time, you can feel his tail sliding up your leg. It settles on your thigh, close enough to your center that you're hyper aware of its weight. Kurt's hand now rests on the other thigh, his thumb gently stroking your skin.

"I love looking at you like this, at my mercy, giving me those eyes- just waiting for what I'll do next." Kurt says. He inches his hand higher and you feel one finger slide between your lips. He barely grazes your clit, but you're so sensitive now that you gasp and jerk at the slight touch.

"So beautiful." He hums. "So sensitive." He smiles wickedly. Kurt's hand disappears and you hear buzzing. He's pulled out a toy of some sort and your walls clench in anticipation. Without warning, Kurt presses the vibrator to your clit and the sudden stimulation makes me jolt. You moan loudly, god it feels good. Kurt makes small circles with the toy, it's maddening and your second orgasm is creeping up on you too quickly.

"I- I'm close." You whine.

"Go ahead darling, let go for me, my sweet girl." Kurt coaxes you over the edge and with a cry you cum. Hard. As you start to come down you realize Kurt hasn't moved the toy, it's still circling your clit, and your body reacts by writhing against the bed.

Kurt places a hand over your abdomen, holding you in place. You can't move, you can barely think, your head is fuzzy and the toy pressed against you is fucking mind numbing. Kurt turns the vibrations up, and you squeal as another orgasm hits you. Hits Kurt? That may be more accurate- you squirted.

"Ah there it is. Damn you look gorgeous like this." Kurt hums.

"F-fuck- p-please I- I can't-" You're not even sure what you're trying to ask for but he's still holding the vibrator against your clit and you're drowning in pleasure, struggling to breathe, unable to tell up from down. It's almost too much but you want more and you know Kurt will push until you break. He keeps circling your bundle of nerves until you have at least 2 more orgasms, maybe 3, it could be 4, it's impossible to keep track when all your free brain power is focused on making sure you keep breathing as he toys with you.

Eventually, just when you start to feel like you might die if this goes on, Kurt stops. You take in a deep, shuddering breath as your body finally relaxes. Every muscle in your body feels heavy, your ears feel full of cotton, your head feels empty.

"Can you open your eyes for me pretty girl?" Kurt asks, it sounds muffled but you manage to make it out. You slowly peel your eyes open to look at him. "Good girl. Need to make sure you're still conscious if I'm going to fuck you open now."

"Yeah- I am." You say breathily.

"Perfect." The bed shifts as Kurt settles between your legs. "My god you are absolutely dripping." He says tracing a finger through your wetness. Kurt brings the finger up to his lips and loudly slurps it clean. You hum as he stares you down, he looks so sexy practically drinking your juices from his hand. Kurt sinks into you with his finger still in his mouth and you wish you had a camera in reach to capture the way his eyes roll back and slide shut in pleasure.

He wraps his hands around your legs and his tail curls around your waist.

Without warning Kurt sets a hard rhythm. His hips slam into you over and over. Your back arches towards him as he stretches your inner walls. The drag of his dick against your insides is euphoric. Kurt is a string of grunts and moans that you relish in. You wish he hadn't handcuffed you, you're dying to drag your nails down his back as he fucks you.

Suddenly, Kurt places the vibrator back against your clit and you cry out at the unexpected intensity. Kurt groans, your walls are pulsing around him and fuck does it feel good.

"Gimme one more orgasm princess, wanna feel you cum on my fucking dick." Kurt says through clenched teeth. You groan, deep in your chest as somehow another orgasm hits you. Kurt hisses, relishing in the way you practically choke him. He could stay buried in your warm wet heat forever.

Kurt's rhythm changes as his focus shifts to chasing his own orgasm. His grip on you tightens, his hips snap harder, faster, his face tightens. After a few minutes his movements falter and he lets out a gutteral sound as molten heat spills into you.

 You gasp, then sigh at the familar feeling.

Kurt drops his head, forehead touching yours as he takes deep, steadying breaths. A couple of moments pass before he sits up.

"Let's get you out of these handcuffs, shall we?" He practically whispers, since he still seems to be catching his breath.

"Yes please." You hum. Kurt smiles down at you as he undoes your restraints. You give your arms a bit of a stretch before wrapping them around Kurt, pulling him on top of you.

"Liebling, we need to get up so I can clean up a bit here." He says.

"Can't it wait? I just want to cuddle." You whine. You hate the thought of moving even an inch right now.

"No princess it really can't. You know better than I do that you need to go to the bathroom now and the sheets are a wreck." Kurt says. He doesn't wait for you to agree, he simply teleports the both of you to the bathroom. 

He deposits you on the toilet and runs a bath which he puts you in once you've peed. You sink into the water and Kurt kisses the top of your head before leaving you there. 

Not for long though, he returns after no more than 10 minutes.

"Alright, gonna drain the bath water so you might be cold for a sec." He warns you, although you're too blissed out to really register his words. He pulls you up onto your feet and braces your mostly limp body against his own. He detaches the shower head and rinses you both off. He grabs a towel and dries you both off before carrying you back to bed.

"Now we can cuddle." He says falling onto your now remade bed with you in his arms. "Isn't this better?" He sighs. You have to admit it's much more comfortable to not feel all sticky.

"It's perfect." You sink into his chest and he kisses the top of your head as he tightens his arms around you.

***

[esvcort]

nsfw drabble of Rafayel?👉👈

hi anon ^^ thank you so much for sending a request! i'm not really proud of how this turned out but i still hope you like it (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^) i'm so sorry this took a while! i've been grinding non-stop to get some gems since the pulse hunter banner is about to end and i still don't have the cards i've been aiming for (>/////< " ) it's so hard being f2p out here TuT

cw: nsfw, 18+ content, fingering, clit rubbing for like 2 seconds (again), i mention drool once, kinda ooc rafayel (?) i think

my requests are open for the lads men!

"hah! rafayel! hng…" you squirm in his embrace, clutching his arms as he spreads your shaking legs wide with his own, preventing you from closing them altogether. his fingers are relentless with how it plays with your drenched cunt, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit while his middle and ring finger slide in and out of your leaking hole. you feel your head spin from the pleasure and rafayel's hold tightens at the sudden jolt of your body.

"shh, shh, i got you, baby." he coos quietly beside your ear, placing a sloppy kiss on the side of your neck. his fingers plunge deeper into your pussy knuckle deep, constantly hitting that spongey spot that has you squealing and gripping his arm.

"oh fuck, yes! rafayel, there!" it starts to feel so good that you fuck back onto rafayel's fingers, eyes rolled back and tongue lolling out of your mouth as you start spilling some drool.

"feel good, baby?" rafayel's voice comes out somewhat broken, and he can't even explain why. his throat is drying up from the obscene sight in front of him, your divine and heavenly body right at his mercy. it's so fucking hot how you're furiously grinding against his lithe fingers, trying to come.

"yea… yeah… feels so fucking good…" your brain scrambles to even put a coherent sentence together when all it can think of is good, good, good. the words are slurred as it comes out of your sweet mouth, its whispers reaching rafayel's reddened ears.

"so pretty… just for me." his lips trace the line of your shoulder up to the bottom of your ear. greed fills up his heart to the brim with dark selfish desires, wanting to keep you all for himself. he already has you in his arms, but why must he stop there?

he wants to invade all of your thoughts, leaving fragments of himself in every crevice of your mind. wants you to think of him, and only him, so you don't forget. he never wants you to forget him again.

likes and reblogs are much appreciated!!

[sgiandubh]

David is arse in real life. Ask his ex wife. And probably Sophie.

Dear Arse Anon,

As far as I know, there has been NO public scandal surrounding David Berry's couple and FWIW he is still married, if only on paper, to Kristina Tesic, with strong rumors of separation running amok. It is also true that an Instagram pic of DB and a woman named Vera Lobik, a Senior Brand Manager for Viktor & Rolf based in Amsterdam, who just turned 30 last month, was first circulated by *urv about one year and a half ago.

But I have seen absolutely nothing about this very telling couple pic of Berry and Lobik, taken in GLA in August. And commented by Sammie Russell, Rik's girlfriend:

Trying to find out more about the real sitch at play, I found however this clickbait gem, which made me laugh at 3:45 AM, local time:

[Source, ROFLMAO: https://celebwikicorner.com/biography/david-berry]

'Very supportive'...'private person who is not active on social media'...'they have not revealed any details about their wedding'. It surely rang some bells, Anon, as to the lengths a collective narrative would go, in order to project a consensual image for the casual viewers of the show. Also, take into account the fact that Berry and his soon to be (?) ex-wife have never been under the spotlight of a rabidly invested fanbase, as some other model/actress and her Night Media Manager whatever. Nowhere near - that allows more leeway, I think. And less hypocrisy, for sure. But the narrative for public consumption surely sounds eerily similar, even if we can reasonably think DB's former couple was anything but a convenient arrangement of sorts.

Vera Lobik doesn't hide anything about their new-ish couple and I have to say I like this quiet, organic honesty. After all, if the guy is separated, this is only their own business to mind - what are you, the Spanish Inquisition, to judge? No fan wars have been ignited over the obvious failure of his marriage. Nobody brought a paper as supreme argument of a happily shared life, when that was clearly not the case. And in the meanwhile, despite the very strong and LOUD evidence things are absolutely not so, Hello Magazine is still touting the marriage narrative, in this very recent copy/paste BS article (also featuring Tracula, go figure):

[Source: https://www.hellomagazine.com/film/717391/outlander-meet-the-cast-real-life-partners/ - published September 10, 2024)

So, tell me, Anon, how is David Berry a jerk, irl? These kind of things happen all the time, and not only in Hollywood, so your judgmental approach shows the same toxic, selfish and ultimately destructive bigotry and narrow-mindedness you folks have always displayed when it came to S&C. I would have many strong words for you, but I will stop here.

And about Skeleton, Anon... other than rumors, what else can you bring to this table, as evidence for your cheap insinuations?

But hey, thank you for sending an involuntary flare of sorts, shedding light on something that was totally under my radar. I have thoughts and many of my readers will, too. Sorry if your idiot comment backfired so unexpectedly.

Nah. Not even sorry, in fact.

PS: in a nutshell - DB doesn't have any backyard troll to monitor his every move, nor call his attributes golden and magical. Just sayin' and good for him!

[errruvande]

Hello! For the drabbles challenge, may I have Elrond (cause I love him so much 🥹) and the word is "necklace"?

Thank you, dear anon for participating in this little challenge 💓

The bright white cristal was shimmering under the hot summer sun of Imladris. Elrond took you with him to the marker to find, what he said, a gift for Arwen, he thought a council of a woman could help him out in picking the best jewelry. You leaned over a long table that was adorned in beautiful jewelries of different kinds: elegant rings with stones, bracelets of gold and silver and oh! A necklace. A necklace of gold, it looked like a ring that circles the neck, with one leaf on each end, from the right side of the ring a small droplet made of nothing else but the white bright gems of Lasgalen was hanging on a tiny twirled string of gold.

“You like this one?” Elrond took the necklace in his hands gently, not to damage the delicate string. You nodded, your pupils blown with amazement. “Can we try it on?” He faced the merchant and after waiting for his nod, he asked you to turn around. “Let me put it on, I want to know how it looks like on the neck.”

You did as you was told, you knew it must be worn to know how it feels and how it looks on a person. So you turned, gathered your loose hair to open the view for Elrond and sighted, already being upset that you'll have to give it back just in a few moments.

Elrond put it on, adjusting the ends with small leaves to make it fit your neck perfectly. The smile adorned his face as he took a step beck, studying you. “It looks perfect.”

“Then Arwen would love it!” You smiled back at him, radiating warmth, since you, as anyone else in Imladris, loved Elrond’s daughter purely.

Elrond chucked softly, not diverting his gaze from your smile. “Actually, my darling Y/N, it's for you”

You froze for a second, not expecting Lord Elrond to give you such a spectacular gift. You knew each other for a small amount of time and yet nothing of his deeds towards you made you think that he was romantically interested.

But is gifting such a beautiful necklace indicating romantic feelings or was it a gift of friendship? Now, you had something to think about.

Send me a word and a character from LOTR/TH, TLK or Vikings and I will try and write a drabble or ficlet ✨

[blacktofade]

Okay so different anon, different stream, but at the end of one of the GIS phasmo streams, gem was talking about bg3 right. And at one point, she was saying there were things in the game she couldn't send Skizz and Impulse vids of because they weren't allowed on Youtube

And when she clarified they were sex scenes, I *swear* I remember impulse saying "Yeah, just clip it and send it to me"

And she didn't have ANY big reaction to that

So yes we are tin hatting in this house

Tin hat gang rise up!! I'm obsessed with how easily they just say this stuff to each other. Like, my brother in christ!! What do you mean "I've seen Gem handle a lot"!!!! Release the Twitch Con gangbang videos!!!

BTW, thank you so much for coming back with timestamps cause I haven't watched this vod yet!! I have now immortalized their most deranged moments for us. There is something so wrong with them 💖

[chaifootsteps]

This will be the last time that I'll send an ask through here, so I'll make it worthwhile.

Chai, I'm so sorry that DJ is being such a shitstain and gave you a low blow while you're still grieving, fuck that worthless cunt and her soulless apathy. Let me tell you that it's pretty clear that your cats have felt loved and Ofelia's not an exception, she must be in heaven now, resting in peace while enjoying all the tuna up there, and you did whatever you could to properly take care of and love her, Chai, no matter what those shitstains say, you did a good, if not, an excellent job and Ofelia lived a happy, calm life with you on her side. I really, REALLY hate saying this... but I really hope that 4chan finds her sorry ass and doxxes her, because even the people of fucking 4chan have more respect over pets than DJ does, let me repeat, 4. fucking. Chan, one of the most infamous places of the internet for how deranged and unhinged some of its users are, have more respect on others' pets and overall, animal life, than fucking DJ, how low can you get to even beat 4chan on levels of bad?

DJ has already crossed a line that she shouldn't have, and she'll be facing some really heavy backlash because of that, because that's one of those internet rules that aren't spoken about, but almost everyone with common sense have: Don't involve pets, family or close ones to a drama. I really hope that things get better for you, Chai, you seriously have some really thick skin to be tolerating the heartless babbling of a cunt like her and I commend you for it, remember: Never stop being yourself, no matter what, and if people don't like it... well, too bad for them.

- Xoxo, Instagram!Stolas Anon, bidding farewell.

You're a gem, Instagram Stolas Anon. Thank you very, very much for this.

(Although I don't wish doxxing on DJ, even if she's openly wished it on me and attempted it on people who follow me. Nobody doxx anybody else.)

[zinphandel]

hey!!! just wondering where you find the albums that dan have listened to?? just from twitter and such or anything specific? thank u xx

hello lovely thank u for the ask!!

soooooo they are from a range of different places! dan did a round up of his favourite albums from the years 2015-2019 (well these are the only ones i’ve found, if anyone has any other years PLEASE let me know!)

2015:

2015 was a tweet!

2016:

2016 was a BALLACHE to find because he did it on a younow livestream. Here’s the video and the transcript (thank u indepthbants for the transcript!!)

2017:

2017 was much easier to find as it was a tweet again lol

2018:

in 2018 dan moved over to insta stories to do his album list, and also doubled the length lol which means LOADS of albums to review

(not my screenshot ty too whoever screenshot this x)

2019:

2019 was also an insta story!! (again not my screenshot)

I can only find years 2015-2019 and to my knowledge that is the only years he’s done lists- and i have SEARCHED! however, if i have missed a year and you know of any other year lists PLEASE send them my way i will be very grateful!!

i’m planning to review every single one of these albums, next one and final one of 2016 (death grips- bottomless pit) will be done tomorrow ish :) <3

I have created a musicboard list of all albums here

AND

I have a spotify playlist of all my favourites from the albums here that is updated every time i listen to a new album!

OR

read my reviews <3 they are pinned to my profile :3

I hope making these fun little reviews inspires people to listen to some of these albums because dan has a GREAT music taste (most of the time lol) and there are some unreal gems in these lists!

thanks for the ask anon <3 apologies that this is Long

[attic-club-sandwich]

Heya, 🌹 anon again :)

I'm just popping in to ask for some more comfort stuff if possible. Life's been hectic lately and I kind of fell back into a depressive state. It's one that'll pass, but sucks in the meantime.

Anyway, I was wondering if I could request a lil something something about the obey me cast finding an mc who was crying late at night? (Like 3am late). Maybe they wandered into a different room to look out at the stars/nature or went to the room/house of being in question for a hug? Idk, up to you

Thank you!

- 🌹

Hello my dear 🌹 anon, it's so nice to hear from you again! I am so sorry you've been feeling down lately. I really hope that this helps and i'm sending you good vibes and lots of hugs! Thank you for being patient as I worked on this too. I hope that you enjoy! Please feel free to send in a request anytime.

I am sticking with the main brothers for now, but if you (or anyone else) has any requests for the other characters i'd be glad to write for them as well 💜

Meetings in the Moonlight

Content Warnings: Just mild themes of anxiety and a mention of body image.

gn!MC x the brothers

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Lucifer:

You lay in bed one night after a particularly rough day at RAD.

Your dreams are full of failing grades painted in angry red, dancing across the yellowing pages of your most recent exam.

Tossing in turning eventually turns into frustrated signs.

Grabbing your blanket, you quietly tip toe down the hallway and find yourself in the music room of the House of Lamentation.

You flip through the many records Lucifer has collected over his time in the Devildom

Being very careful to avoid the cursed ones of course.

You settle on a classic, one of Lucifer's favorite non-cursed records friendly enough for human ears.

He always plays it for you when you are feeling down.

As you curl up on the chaise lounge, you find your eyes welling up with tears, and you try to blink them away.

Suddenly, you hear a voice.

"MC?"

You jump slightly. "L-Lucifer? What are you doing here?"

His brow furrows as he notices the tears that roll down your cheeks.

"I heard music playing, and I thought it might be you in here."

He glances at the record, smiling slightly.

"I must say, you have excellent taste. However, it's 3:00 a.m. Care to tell me why you are in here all alone?"

He pauses, waiting for your answer as he reaches out to wipe away a tear.

"...And in tears, no less?"

You glance down, swiftly wiping away the tears as if he hasn't already noticed.

"Its nothing, Luci. I just couldn't sleep."

Lucifer sighs, sitting down beside you and pulling you close to him.

His warmth is comforting, and you nuzzle your face into his chest.

His grip on you tightens, and you find yourself being gently laid down so your head positions itself comfortably in his lap.

"Then sleep, my darling. You can tell me all about it in the morning."

You sigh as your eyelids grow heavy. The feeling of Lucifer's gentle hands running through your hair allowing you to finally relax into a deep sleep.

Mammon

You find yourself awake in the middle of the night. Again.

It always seems to be something.

This time it's the dull throb of your head that has you awake.

You've been very stressed out lately balancing the chaos of the demon brothers as well as RAD.

You groan, rubbing your temples. You need some air.

You crawl out of bed, grabbing one of his hoodies and pulling it on.

It smells like him.

It brings comfort to you. But it's nothing like the real thing.

You crack open your door, squinting your eyes in the dim light of the hallway.

Making your way up the stairs, you begin to wonder if he'd be awake at this hour.

Finally, you find yourself standing outside his door. You can hear the faint sound of music playing.

He must be awake.

You knock, hoping he'll hear it over the music.

To your surprise, the door opens rather quickly.

"Oi, MC? Whaddya doin' up this late?"

At the sight of your silver haired demon, you begin to tear up, and you begin to tremble as the tears roll down your cheeks.

"M-Mams... i'm sorry to bother you... i just.."

Mammon's eyes widen, surprised by your sudden outburst.

"H-Hey now, don't go cryin' on me! Come here."

You feel yourself being pulled into the room and into the warm embrace of the Avatar of Greed.

You inhale a shuddering breath.

"S-Sorry... I just..needed this." you murmur, burying your face into his chest.

Mammon hums, rubbing circles on your back.

"s'okay. You can always come to your favorite demon any time ya need to."

You can't help but giggle through the tears.

"Let's go get ya comfy in bed. I'm gettin' kinda sleepy too now that you're here."

Leviathan

Your eyes are puffy as you wipe away what seems like an infinite amount of tears.

You've been up most of the night crying in your room.

The anxiety that plagues your mind on the daily has finally gotten the best of you.

Worries of if you're good enough, if you truly belong here in the Devildom.

Every little mistake you made that day coming back to haunt you.

It eats away at you, causing your stomach to hurt and a dull ache in your chest

You were just about to lay back down and try to sleep when you hear a soft knock on your door.

"MC? Are you awake? Do you want to come to my room and watch a movie with me? I can't sleep."

It's Levi's voice.

The anxiety in your stomach transforms into butterflies.

"Y-Yeah sure, be out in a second!" you call, your voice trembling.

Before you can make a move, you hear the click of your door opening.

"MC, are you okay? You sound..."

Levi peeks his head in, spotting you sitting in bed with puffy eyes and a runny nose.

"H-Hey, what's wrong?!"

He's at your side in a second, unsure if it's okay to touch you.

"I-I'm fine Levi..." you sniff, wiping away more tears.

Levi's amber eyes glow in the low light of your room.

"B-But you're crying?? It doesn't seem fine..."

You shake your head, reaching out to gently grasp his hand.

"It's better now that you're here."

Levi blushes, "N-No way, all I did was creepily show up here at your door in the middle of the night!"

Suddely you feel yourself being pulled off the bed.

Levi is gripping your hand now, pulling you out the door and down the hallway.

You find yourself in his bathtub, nestled between his legs with your back resting against his torso.

"Now let's watch a movie until we're too tired, okay?"

Satan

It's 1:00 am and you somehow managed to end up in the House of Lamentation library again.

You've been having trouble sleeping again.

Your classes at RAD are difficult this semester, and you haven't found the best study method yet.

You sit at the desk, flipping through the pages of your text book,.

Frustration begins to build in your chest.

You have absolutely no idea how you are going to retain any of this.

The all too familiar lump forms in your throat.

The tell tale sign that you're about to cry.

You slam the book shut and rub your eyes with your palms.

They come back wet with tears.

You can't stop the tears from coming now that they've started.

As you cry, you think you hear the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway.

But maybe it was just your imagination.

You rest your head in your arms, your shoulders trembling.

You jump slightly as you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"MC. Shh, now. It's just me."

You lift your head to see the Avatar of Wrath standing over you, his emerald eyes filled with concern.

"S-Satan... I-I'm sorry..."

He pulls a chair over next to you, shaking his head.

"What ever do you have to be sorry about?"

You glance down at your lap, nervously fidgeting with your hands.

"B-Because I promised I would do better on my next exam. But i can't understand any of this..."

Satan rests his chin in his hand, reaching out with the other to wipe your tears away.

"You're doing way better than you give yourself credit for. And 1:00 in the morning isn't the best time to be trying to study."

You sniff, glancing up at him. He's right.

He stands up, the sound of the wooden chair sliding across the floor disturbing the silence of the library.

"Come now, it's past your bedtime. Tomorrow I'll show you my secret to acing all of these damned exams."

You give him a small smile as you wipe away the remaining tears.

He grabs your hand, squeezing it as he leads you out of the room.

"Are you in the mood for a bedtime story? I've got the perfect one picked out."

Asmodeus

You rub your eyes, hoping to rid yourself of the overwhelming fatigue

Sleep refuses to come, and it's getting frustrating.

You were supposed to go out with Asmo to a club tonight, but you told him you weren't feeling well.

Which wasn't entirely a lie.

He had insisted to stay and take care of you, but you had also insisted that he go and have fun.

If you were being honest, you weren't in the mood to be perceived by anyone tonight.

You hated how you looked in any outfit you put on.

And you couldn't seem to fix that one hair that refuses to stay in place

Instead, you were now curled up in Asmo's bed, tears threatening to spill over.

As you inhale his scent on the blankets, you hit the wall.

Tears begin to leak down your cheeks, staining his satin pillow.

Your shoulders tremble, and your eyes squeeze shut.

You aren't sure how long you've been laying like this, but you hear footsteps approaching the bedroom door.

Oh no, did one of the brothers hear me?

You quickly sit up, trying to wipe away all evidence of you crying.

To your suprise, The Avatar of Lust himself is back early.

"A-Asmo!" you squeak, pulling the blankets up to your chin.

"MC, darling, are you okay?" he is by your side now, pulling you into him.

You sniff, shaking your head.

He frowns, stroking your hair. "I knew I made the right choice by coming home early."

You blink at him. "What do you mean?"

He gives you a small smile and winks. "I just had a feeling. I couldn't stand the idea of you here all by yourself feeling sick."

You begin to cry again, wrapping your arms around him. "T-Thank you..."

He hums, rubbing your back as you cry.

"There, there my sweet little MC. I'm here. Shall we go get a bath? I have the perfect scent of bubble bath that will relax you and put us both right to sleep."

You calm down a little at the suggestion, and he helps you up out of bed. He grabs a silky robe from his closet on the way.

Before heading into the bathroom, he pulls you in, planting a soft kiss to your lips.

"Ready, darling? I'll be sure you're feeling better by the end of our time together this evening ♡"

Beelzebub

At some point, you had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room of the House of Lamentation.

As you blink awake, you notice the fire has gone out in the fireplace.

You shiver, the heat now gone and the room darker than you'd like it to be.

You start to remember how you ended up here.

The brothers had called you down for dinner, but you weren't hungry.

The day you had at RAD kept your mind reeling with anxiety.

After everyone had went to bed, you wandered downstairs, needing a change of scenery since sleep didn't seem to be happening.

You had curled up on the couch... and that's the last thing you remember.

Now you sit, alone in the dark. Your eyes sting with tears.

You really didn't want to be alone right now.

Bringing your knees to your chest, you begin to weep.

I should just get up and go back to bed, you think.

But you can't bring yourself to move.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps.

You lift your head, trying to glance around in the darkness.

"MC? Are you in here?"

A voice.

"B-Beel?" you squeak.

He comes around the side of the couch, spotting you sitting all alone.

"Hey. Are you ok?"

You shiver again, nodding.

He frowns, walking over to the fireplace and muttering an incantation under his breath.

His hand holds out over the fireplace, and suddenly it sparks to life again, lighting up the room.

"There, that's better." he sits down beside you. "What's wrong MC? Are you hungry? You missed dinner..."

His own stomach growls, causing a laugh to bubble up in your chest.

"N-No... well maybe a little. But i'm glad you're here."

He smiles, reaching out to grab your hand.

"Are you up for a snack? I can go get something and bring it to you."

You give him small smile. "Y-Yeah. That sounds good."

When he comes back, he has snacks in hand, and hands you a warm cup of tea.

He curls up next to you on the couch, and you lean into him.

"Thank you, Beel."

He smiles, leaning in to give you a small peck to the forehead.

"You're welcome. I can't have you going hungry and sitting all alone in the dark."

After your snacks, your eyelids are feeling heavy again.

It's almost as if Beel can read your mind.

"Come on MC, let's go to my room and get some sleep. Maybe Belphie will join us too."

He gently scoops you into his arms and you close your eyes, allowing the gentle swaying lull you to sleep.

Belphegor

You wake from a particularly awful nightmare.

Sweat coats your skin, leaving you feeling damp while the fear still lingers in your chest.

You sit up, rubbing your eyes.

You need some air.

Trying to be quiet, you sneak out the door and find yourself in the courtyard.

The cool air hits your hot skin, and you breath out a sigh of relief.

You've always found it peaceful out here, especially at night.

Usually you find solace in the stars, they bring you comfort.

However, images of the nightmare still haunt you.

You sit, wrapping the blanket you had brought with you around your shoulders.

You stare off into the night, memories of your nightmare taking over your vision.

You begin to cry, fighting to will yourself to think of something else.

Fresh, hot tears roll down your cheeks, not doing anything to help your already burning skin.

You don't notice that somebody else has also joined you outside.

"MC, are you okay?"

Startled by the sudden voice, you turn around to see Belphegor.

He must have sensed you had a nightmare again.

"B-Belphie, you s-scared me." you stutter, trying to wipe away your tears.

"You had a nightmare again." he states, sitting down next to you in the grass.

You nod, turning your gaze from him.

"I was trying to find you, but you were already gone from your room. ButI 'm here now, it's okay." He soothes, bringing you into a tight hug.

You let out another sob as you wrap your arms around him.

He rubs circles on your back, allowing you to cry into his shoulder.

"Did you see the stars tonight? They are extra bright. I think they knew that you needed comfort."

You glance up at the sky, noticing that they do appear to be brighter than usual.

You smile, taking his hand and squeezing it.

"You and the stars are always here for me."

He chuckles, bringing your hand up to place a delicate kiss on the back.

"Of course. And my love for you is infinite, just like the stars."

After awhile, you begin to yawn.

Which causes Belphie to yawn too.

"I think that's our sign to go back to bed." you giggle.

Belphie smiles, helping you up off of the ground.

"Let's go cuddle and fall asleep together. It's way past my bedtime."

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Hi! How are you?

Short answer and the more polite answer since I don't think people on the internet want to hear my rants - I'm managing. I'm in therapy. On medication. Getting help and just taking it one day at a time right now.

Thanks for checking in anon and anyone else who has sent a message. I haven't abandoned the game. And I know that it doesn't help that I have no update now but I'm just kind of in the "I have to get my shit together or else" kind of place right now. I've spent years and years avoiding mental health and it's caught up with me.

Rants below just to provide some sort of update on why things are where they are, but feel free to ignore them.

I'm feeling lots of feelings at the moment. It's almost May and I've not really accomplished much at all this year. My mother-in-law is in the hospital, and the NHS just wants to send her home instead of helping her. I'm feeling incredibly helpless and useless as a partner, how do you support your partner through this? Doing my best but I'm so frustrated and can't do anything to make it better or make anyone listen and help my mother-in-law.

My employer is probably going under financially and many things don't sit right with my values so I'm stressing about finding a new job. Obviously grateful to have work but it's taken a huge toll on my mental health. I've dedicated dozens of hours each week to job hunting and interviewing - I feel so burnt out but can't afford to let up.

My therapist has asked me not to do any writing of any kind. She believes I am not in a place where this is productive for my mental health. I've always used writing as an outlet. These last couple of months have been difficult. I have not touched my journals, scripts, or games. My fingers ache to write but I don't want to let all my progress go up in flames so alas, this Tumblr ask is the most I've written in months and I can only hope I get better soon so that won't be the truth. I probably shouldn't have written this even but I've been feeling so guilty, every day it crosses my mind that I've just gone MIA on here.

If you read this, you're a gem and I'm sorry if it's too personal - I just don't want anyone to think I've abandoned things. I'm just really focused on healing right now because I have to focus on it.

Wishing you the best.

-Vi

[thetravelingtyper]

Writers confident challenge! list your 5 writings you love the most! Reread them and tell yourself you are a gem to this world! and if you want, send this to the writers you like let them know how awesome they are! 💌

Thank you anon this took a minute! :D

1: Out From Twisting Pages - my longest work so far but my most beloved. This fic has helped me work out depression and trauma and is almost 2 years old! (Labyrinth Jareth x GN Reader)

2: Reaper - Second in my Spitfire Series. While the first is more popular I loved writing this. This developed my characteristic Soft! Simon (COD Simon x GN reader)

3: Our Shattered Heart - I loved this! I love the Smiths and still can't believe they led me to Writing Poly for the first time! I always reread this and enjoy it lol. (Cod 141 x GN reader)

4: Hypnogogic - A little untraditional as it is a poetry post but this I cried to while writing. (COD Simon x reader Angst)

5: On the Same Page series - I started then a little after getting my first library job! This fic helps me to relax. (COD Simon x Reader Bookshop Au (fem terms but not too many))

Thank you anon I hope this pleases you! It was fun exploring my writing