#thanks for tagging me dani ly

[bucknastysbabe]

OKOK SO YOU WOULD WRITE FOR VISERYS THE SLUT I HAVE FOUND MY PEOPLE

THIS MAN SCREAMS MOMMY ISSUES I WANT TO PEG HIM SO MUCH THAT HE CRIES OUT OF PLEASURE BUT AT THE SAME TIME I WANT TO PRAISE HIM AND BABY HIM💀😭

So I def went the praise and baby route. With tears OF COURSE. I kinda liked his pathetic ass besides fucking w/ my KHALEESI. I loved writing this— thanks for the ask lovely anon. I PRESENT TO YOU 🥁🥁🥁 ANOTHER TARGARYEN WITH SEVERE MOMMY ISSUES💥

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1,236

Tags: MOMMY KINK, tit sucking, pussy jobs and the like, Viserys rude ass inner dialogue, prostitution, man tears, hyperspemia, no kissing sorry he’s a weirdo

Unwind

Viserys sprawled on the plush bed, the ever present grim look on his face. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d smile. Maybe before the Golden Company laughed in his face after the Prince, King truly, feasted them in hopes of gaining allegiance to take back his birthright.

He and Daenerys were staying in Lys, under a powerful Magister. They’d throw them out before long, so Viserys would take his pleasures while possible. Maybe, just maybe, someone would see him as the King he was. The rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, not that usurper. Viserys promised the Magister the Stepstones in exchange for the crown.

He was waiting on one of the famed Lyseni whores to come to his lush quarters. Requested pale silver-gold hair and violet eyes. Certainly not a ringer for Dany. It ached his soul to think about the idiotic sister of his. But he loved her. Stupid fragile thing.

He palmed his cock, ready for some sort of release, lilac eyes flickering to the door. A soft rap echoed on the gold painted door. Viserys straightened up, sweeping loose curls behind his ear. The whore slunk in with a bow, thick curls of the beaten silver-gold cascading down. She had a sultry voice, simpering, “Your grace.”

He commanded, “Come here girl.”

“Yes, your grace,” she purred.

The pillow girl wore a gauzy purple dress, plush hips and full tits bare underneath. She swayed to the end of the bed, lifting a leg to crawl up before Viserys growled, “I didn’t say you could join me. Kneel on the floor.” Her face was placid but he could see the infuriating little smirk on glossed bee-stung lips.

“Yes my lord.”

Viserys crept to the end of the bed, spreading his long legs on each side of the kneeling whore. Her wide violet eyes peered up at him, long dark lashes framing the orbs. That little tilt of the other blonde’s lips was causing anger to flare in his chest. Viserys snapped, “What’s so entertaining little slut?”

She laughed, a melodic tinkle, eyes flashing in mirth. The Lysene crooned, “The Magister Myrmorro wanted me to relax you. Says you’re too uptight.” Before Viserys could boil over in anger she urged, “Let me take care of you. A good report back to Myrmorro could help your cause, my lord.”

The beggar prince’s jaw ticked, fighting the dragon back to sleep in his chest. He needed to make an impression. If the pretty whore in front of him could help Viserys would have to regretfully obey. He sold his fucking mother’s crown after all. What else was there besides his body, little Dany, and desperate promises.

Viserys grabbed a thick lock of tight pale curls, her eyes fluttering in pleasure. He rasped, “What do you suggest then?” Her lips widened into a grin, hands sliding up Viserys skinny thighs. He raised a brow, tugging to get a quicker answer. She hummed, “Let me take over and you’ll see stars, my king.”

King. He liked that. His cock liked that too.

“Fine then. Work your whore magic.”

She stood up, untying a pouch to her side that Viserys hadn’t seen before. He must have been too invested in her heavy tits. She husked out, a devious look in her eyes, “Would you like me to undress you, my King?” Viserys snapped, “Of course. What did you expect?”

She placed the pouch on a chest and climbed onto the bed, sliding off her gauzy excuse for a dress. Viserys eyes were drawn to her peaked pink nipples, the heavy droop of flesh, marks from growing too fast on the side. His cock throbbed painfully.

She demurred, “Want a taste? Let me get you naked first.”

Viserys somehow was pushed back, elbows cushioning his fall as the woman untied and pulled at his silks and wool, emblazoned with the red dragon of his family. All he could do was stare at her swaying breasts, mouth growing wet. The almost-king couldn’t explain his desire but wanted it so, so, so, bad.

“Lift,” she ordered.

Viserys lifted his hips for her to shuck down his woolen breeches. The boots had already been discarded earlier and his tunic must have been removed in the Valyrian’s trance on the whore’s chest. His cock lay on his pale belly, already flushed a deep red and dribbling pearls of white.

Her blonde curls shifted and shined while she climbed atop his hips. The wetness of her cunt shifted against Viserys own desire, making him whimper. He tried to cover it with a clearing of his throat but the damage was done, she chuckled at him.

“Don’t laugh at me,” he pouted snarled.

“I think you’re endearing,” she caressed his thin hip, “Would you like to suck my tits now, pretty baby?”

Pretty baby.

“Please,” he whispered.

She wrapped lean arms around his shoulders and shoved creamy tits forward. Viserys made a broken noise— overwhelmed on where to even begin. The Lysene thumbed one of his sharp cheekbones cooing, “How about the left? Poor little dragon. I’ll take care of you.”

He wanted that so bad. Viserys had to always fend for him and Dany. Couldn’t relax. If he could just get the throne and servants to indulge his every whim. This was close enough. The Targaryen sealed his lips around a pink nipple and suckled eagerly, hands coming up to paw at the abundant flesh on her chest.

She cooed and writhed against his weeping cock. “That’s so good, get your fill sweet boy.” Viserys whined, sucked, and licked eagerly. He whimpered at the soft feeling of her heavy teats.

His balls suddenly felt very full and achy, sensitive to the point that it hurt.

“M-mummy,” he whimpered, totally lost to the desire clouding his mind.

“Yes baby boy, my sweet boy, suck all you want,” she replied while carding manicured hands through his loose flaxen waves. The angel rubbed her slick pussy against his need, coating it in sweet warmth. Viserys gasped as he pulled back, both hands on her bountiful chest.

He dove onto the right nipple, neglected and ready for the taking. He thumbed at the other one, delightfully slick and puffy from his ministrations. The Lysene moaned softly, encouraging him even more. Claiming his rightful rule to the throne, how strong and smart her king was.

Viserys shuddered and cried around a peaked bud, “O-oh gods, mummy, please! Don’t stop.”

He mewled and sniveled, shoving his face between her pillowy teats. All Viserys could do was rut and chant, “Mummy, mummy, mummy, mmh!” She rolled her hips along his length in smooth glides. Viserys wailed in ecstasy, his overfull balls drawing up painfully.

She moaned, “That’s it, c’mon my baby, cum all over mommy. Make mommy proud.”

“I-I-I will! Oh fuck! Ah- mmh- cumming so hard for you mummy,” he cried. Viserys spasmed and shook with hefty sobs as he came and came and came. It almost hurt how much he painted her cunt and his lap. The beggar king clung to mu-the whore and sucked in air. Roughly, as he couldn’t be bothered to remove himself from her tits.

The woman murmured, “So good baby boy, bet you feel so good. You were full, my my. Just relax and let mommy hold you now.” With another pitiful whine, Viserys did so, just forgetting the stress of the cruel world for once.

[shrekgogurt]

Well folks. I’m on my substitute teaching grind again this week! Scheduled each day up in hopes of getting some good writing done. I did on Monday! And then proceeded to finally start reading @ninemagicks Game/Set/Match yesterday and did that every bell so uhhhhhh. Today………..well ummmmm…..yeah today I worked on chapter graphics because I’m in big procrastination mode. I want to keep riding this wave of engagement (that sounds corporate gross) but I’m also very much in my head about delivering. I should probably channel this energy into writing the chapter since such pressure is Baz’s literal arc but uhhhhhhhh why do that when I could Simon avoid. I love being mentally well!

One might say I need to find my own bravado. (more under the cut)

lol the chapter title for 13 is bravado by lorde

ok anyway

“Work In Progress Wednesday” right? That means I can talk about the progress of every part of the process? Huh? Yeah? Are you gonna stop me? TRY! TRY TO STOP ME!

Aggression aside, let’s get into it.

As previously stated on Sunday, we find ourselves at intermission. But that’s just the theatrical way of slicing up the story. The fun thing about 24 chapters (I got rid of my originally planned intermission chapter because I didn’t want to write it anymore) is that math really loves the number 24. It’s scrumptious. Yummily divisible. Ergo, IKABIKAM also has/is/will be deliciously divided. Afterall, I do keep saying I’m cooking on it.

Now, to put @alexalexinii on blast (sorry for perceiving you), they wrote in the tags of a Chapter 12 reblog: #made me realise that this fic had proper arcs? And I grinned. I cackled. I rubbed my grubby little hands together at the top of my tower as I’ve been doing this whole time because oh ARCS???????? YOU WANT ARCS???????????? I’VE GOT ARCS LYING IN WAIT LIKE YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE. (I love overselling myself.)

Allow me to let you in on some of the building blocks thus far.

Chapters 1, 2, 3: a complicated reunion which is shaky but ultimately sets up

Chapters 4, 5, 6: developing the friendship which is a crucial foundation for

Chapters 7, 8, 9: the gay (Baz’s increasingly more external “hi i’m gay”, Simon’s internal “oh wait me too”) which then explodes into

Chapters 10, 11, 12: all that political parent stuff that’s been hinted at in passing which is BIG relevant and incredibly intertwined in this tangled up mess that leads into the work of….

You get it. They’re mini trilogies. Don’t ask me about dividing the chapters into groups of four because I didn’t have that in mind while writing. I like threes better. Always have. Absolute banger of a prime number.

If you for some reason want to read more about the structure, I write a little more about it in this wipsday from when I was procrastinating 9.

Now, @cutestkilla keeps telling me I’m at the downward slope now but honestly delivering on what I’ve set up scares the shit out of me WAY more than the grunt work. I’m uhhhhh yeah. This is why I’m chronically unable to finish projects but by GOD I will finish this one. I swear by it.

So here are three sentences. You get to guess from who and when.

Loving him comes as naturally as breathing. It’s intuitive when I’m not thinking. Or rather, when I’m not panicking.

If you want to follow along with all the songs I’m hyperfixating on as inspiration I’ve been sharing them over on the “shrogurt” instagram. There’s nothing I love more than talking way too much about this damn fic. Thanks for reading!

And thank you for the tags today: @nausikaaa @facewithoutheart @hushed-chorus @artsyunderstudy @prettygoododds @emeryhall

Now tagging: @brilla-brilla-estrellita @captain-aralias @dani-vc @ebbpettier @excalisbury @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @hagnoart @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @imagineacoolusername @ivelovedhimthroughworse @j-nipper-95 @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @messofthejess @moodandmist @mooncello @nightimedreamersworld @onepintobean @palimpsessed @raenestee @rimeswithpurple @theearlgreymage @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @valeffelees @whogaveyoupermission @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

[luke-hughes43]

hard launch | will and dani

this is their insta hard and Tyler ad Dylan know already when she posts. it's after bc women's lax

~

danielleduke15

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danielleduke15 two natty in one year? I think that's what they call a power couple.

Tagged: _willsmith2

Comments:

_willsmith2 that definitely makes us a power couple dani.

danielleduke15 good. I love you will.🩷 _willsmith2 I love you too dani.🩷

_edenhughes_ bestie girl is a natty champ!🫶🏻

danielleduke15 just had to keep up with you and your awards.🫶🏻

cuttergauthier_ congrats dani! earned every inch of it! proud of you!

danielleduke15 thanks cut! proud of you too! keep an eye on our girl in cali! cuttergauthier_ of course.

tyler__duke5 way to finish it sis! proud of you d!❤️

danielleduke15 thank you ty! love you❤️

dylanduke25 best athlete in the family?!

danielleduke15 i wouldn't go that far but thank you dyl❤️

alyssa_duke go baby sis! so proud!❤️

danielleduke15 love you lys!!❤️

_willsmith2

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_willmsith2 2 for 2 baby🏆🩷

Tagged: danielleduke15

Comments:

danielleduke15 hehe we're natty champs babe.🩷

_willmsith2 that we are baby.🩷

ryan.leno_4 oh yeah!!!!!

_willmsith2 that for us or dani? ryan.leno_4 it's for the hard launch dummy. _willmsith2 oh yeah.

isla.gauthier only took you two years to finally get her.

_willmsith2 go to bed. you have a concussion. isla.gauthier this is my 20 minutes of screen time, let me live. _willmsith2 no.

gabeperreault44 oh boy. it's finally happening.

_willmsith2 only took me two years to get her. gabeperreault44 longest two years of my life. _willmsith2 shut up.

kelseyyywhite hehe you guys are the cutest.

_willmsith2 thanks kels.😊 and thanks for making gabe happy kelseyyywhite he makes it easy to love him will _willmsith2 trust me, we know.

jacob_fowler24 finally the hard launch. i was getting conerned you guys were gonna be isla and ry.

_willmsith2 no no no. she just needed to tell her brothers first. jacob_fowler24 fair. isla.gauthier is that meant to be a dig fowler? jacob_fowler24 no. maybe... yes?

[mxldito]

A "Six" Song Soundtrack - Coyote

RULES :: If you're tagged, make a new post with links to music and/or lyrics describing the following...

1. AN EVENT THAT DEFINES YOUR CHARACTER'S PAST

YOUTH: Dani California - Red Hot Chili Peppers

She never knew that there was anything more than poor What in the world does your company take me for? Black bandanna, sweet Louisiana Robbing on a bank in the state of Indiana She's a runner, rebel, and a stunner On her merry way saying baby, watcha gonna? Looking down the barrel of a hot metal forty-five Just another way to survive

POST EMBRACE: Jennifer's Body - Hole

You're hungry, but I'm starving He cuts you down from the tree He keeps you in a box by the bed Alive, but just barely He said, "I'm your lover, I'm your friend, I'm pure" And he hits me again

2. HOW YOUR CHARACTER SEES THEMSELVES

Anarchy - KMFDM

Trapped under ice Comfortably cold I've gone as low as you can go Feel no remorse No sense of shame Time's gonna wash away all pain I made a god Out of blood Not superiority I killed the king Of deceit Now I sleep in anarchy

Under The Spell - Uncle Acid & the Deadbeats

I feel our connection As I slither up inside I’m a snake in the tall grass Just trying to hide Your body fills with venom As I smile from afar When I’m finished with you girl You won’t know who you are

3. HOW OTHERS VIEW THEM

THEIR SIRE: Miss You - The Rolling Stones

I guess I'm lying to myself It's just you and no one else Lord, I won't miss you, child You've just been blottin' out my mind Foolin' on my time No, I won't miss you, baby, yeah Lord, I miss you child

THEIR ACOLYTES: The Ghost of Tom Joad - Rage Against the Machine

He pulls his prayer book out of a sleepin' bag The preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag He's waitin' for the time When the last shall be first and the first In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass With a one way ticket to the promise land With a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand

4. THEIR CLOSEST RELATIONSHIP

MORGAN O'BROIN: Into The Wild - Green Lung

Spent all winter waiting For the sun to arise Longing for isolation For the starlit skies Dreaming of the forest The whispering pines Soon as the summer comes I will step out of time

5. A MAJOR FIGHT SCENE

Electric Head Pt.2 (Sexational After Dark Mix) - White Zombie

Strip down core violate and paralyze Flood my soul a coffee dreg, super size Slung low like a whore, yeah Devil want some more, yeah Cupid bought a gun, he gonna blow the fucker

6. OPENING CREDITS / END CREDITS

OPENING: Perrito Malvado - Damas Gratis END: Fantasmagoría (Rebejada) - Sonido Gallo Negro

7. BONUS NON-NEEDLEDROPS FROM THE SOUNDTRACK

I Want To Be Your Lover - Pan Ron, La Bruja - Tlen Huicani, Down In Mexico - The Coasters, Sex and Violence - The Exploited, Feels Like Tijuana - Tropa Magica, I Wanna Be Your Dog - Mephisto Waltz, Big Dumb Sex - Soundgarden, Too Drunk To Fuck - Dead Kennedys

Tagged by: @silkenred (Thanks you :0) Tagging: @byanyan @violetgleams @smilingmxsk @jetblackknight AND YOU! 🫵

[ghostoffuturespast]

Thanks for the tag @therealnightcity!

Snippet from the next chapter of So It Goes that I'm working on:

The gun slid slick in her hands, trigger finger sticky as the dirt turned into mud with the sweat on her palms. The stained spots that’d never wash out. Boots squelched through the trenches and struggled to find traction in the muck; to her left, to her right, ahead, behind. Six feet underneath. The tanks weren't faring much better on their tracks, the weight of them sinking into the mire as they trampled dead trees and bloated bodies into the razed jungle underbrush.

It had rained all week. Rained, and rained, and rained. The land attempting to quench its thirst. Trying to wash away the destruction. Hide the blood. But it had stopped this morning, dawn and the clouds holding a moment of silence for their fallen brethren and the effort that had gone to waste. At the memories they couldn’t erase. Though the guilt in the eulogy didn’t last long before the bombardments began again, the whistle of bullets. The screams.

It started up in unison. Broke the air. Shattered existence.

He drank in the humidity with every breath and swallowed the thick taste of oil and death. The menu clean today. It wasn't bad when they were fresh, when you could still see the color in their eyes peering up from frozen hollow faces. Even the mangled corpses were okay if you could stomach the sight of them. No, what was worst was when you didn't have time to check before you hit the deck, when you had to line up your shots face to face with someone who'd been several days dead. 

Elbow deep in rancid meat and liquid skin. The incessant sound of fly wings buzzing in your ear and the sight of corpses lying in pools of maggots. Marching home so broken and so covered in some else that you became them.

That was the worst.

Show me whatever you've got cooking that you'd like to share!

Tagging: @corpocyborg @merge-conflict @luvwich @shimmer-like-agirl @gamerkitten @dani-the-goblin @elmknight @fly-amanitaa @setaflow

[pluviowriting]

Thank you for tagging me Dani bby @writing-intheundercroft

“🎶✨When u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask tag 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨” I’m fairly certain anyone I tag will have been tagged already but yk what I do not care also I meant to do this last night whoopsies

1 - Taste x Sabrina Carpenter

2 - Bed Chem x Sabrina Carpenter

3 - Juno x Sabrina Carpenter

can you tell I’ve just been listening to Short ‘n Sweet on a loop

4 - Jet Black Heart x 5 Seconds of Summer (SPECIFICALLY the Live at Royal Albert Hall version)

5 - Ghost of You x 5 Seconds of Summer (and yes once again the Royal Albert Hall version, sue me, it’s the best version, there’s a choir and an orchestra)

Alright, time to flex my tagging muscles. Ahem. No pressure ofc off but this simply is confirmation that ily and if I didn’t tag you just know I do in fact also ly but my blog name memory is BUTT

Tags: @kaviary-blog @crushribbons @wedonthaveawhile @grandeoatmilklatte @fandoms-are-my-h0me @ellivenollivander @applinsandoranges @marketfreshfics @cuffmeinblack @eternalremorse

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

twenty questions for fic writers

Thank you @altruistic-meme for the tag! 💜

How many works do you have on AO3? Currently sitting at 25 works!

What’s your total AO3 word count? 502,854 (holy shit)

What fandoms do you write for? Right now I only write for Young Royals. I might branch out in the future, but my mind is pretty all-consumed at the moment.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? (a list not one person is surprised by) 1. Simon Eriksson: Just Some Guy From Biology Simon is a little shit, but it's a whole lot of fun. 2. Screwed Erik lived, but things are still royally screwed up. 3. Love Bites The Hickey Crack Fic no one asked for. 4. Simon Eriksson: Not Really Just Some Guy An unhinged continuation of Simon Eriksson: Just Some Guy From Biology, in which Simon is still a little shit, but it's really not his fault this time. 5. You Have Reached The Voicemail Box Of... Humiliating table shenanigans.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? As often as I can! I try my best. I've gotten better at it more recently, but sometimes it still takes me a million years to reply. I apologize. But I really appreciate people who take the time to comment on my fics, and I try to let them know that.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? The Last Time which is ironically my least read fic. It is my masterpiece, though. My Nilcent no-happy-ending fic. Truly one of the best things I have ever written, in my humble opinion.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I couldn't figure it out, so I asked Dani. She says the answer is Simon Eriksson: Just Some Guy From Biology and she is probably right.

Do you get hate on fics? Not really. This fandom is pretty chill about that kind of stuff. The only thing was that there was one anon who told me I was too obsessed with Swedish while writing a fic. Even thought the show is... quite literally Swedish...

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Once. I wrote one blowjob. The readers said it was good, but I am very unsure. They may be lying to me. Also I don't like men and my beta is asexual so we are quite possibly the worst pair to be writing gay sex.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I haven't and I don't have any current plans to.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not a whole fic, no, but I have had someone steal a few paragraphs word for word 💀

Have you ever had a fic translated? Not translated, but I have had one of my fics turned into a podfic by @willesworld, which was super super cool! [Podfic] Simon Eriksson: Just Some Guy From Biology

What’s your all-time favorite ship? Wilmon of course! Although I have delulu'ed a bit too close to the sun with Nilcent and my quite literally made up Erik/Ebba.

What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Lightning Strikes. It was a Felice and Walter friends fic that takes place in their second year. I realized recently that I have put Walter through the absolute ringer with his fanfictional queer journey and this story was literally no different and I felt bad. I stopped writing this fic because I felt bad for a fiction character going through a fan fiction plot.

What are your writing strengths? I have a really hard time giving myself compliments, especially with writing, so I'm not really sure. I think I do pretty well with characterizations, though.

What are your writing weaknesses? Grammar and being repetitive. My grammar sucks ass. Dani fixes way too much. And I feel like I'm quite repetitive. Not necessarily in a whole-plot kind of way, but in a small detail kind of way. If I like a little thing I added, I'll keep it going throughout the fic or multiple fics (ie. Walter's queer journey, Wilhelm's favorite color being green, Fredrika's nickname being Freddy)

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Go for it. I do it sometimes (but I usually add the translation somewhere). I think it's fun, and ultimately I write for me.

First fandom you wrote for? DIVERGENT LMFAO

Favorite fic you’ve written? Oh I love them all. It's like having to choose a favorite child. But I have some fics that are just way too close to my heart. Screwed is always going to be one that sticks out because it brought so many people around me and I met so many new friends. The Thing In The Mirror is very much a love letter to my own grief and I cherish it deeply. And Reckless Abandon has taken so much of my time to craft and plot that I lowkey might just turn it into a novel lmao.

tagging: @insomnaticwilmon @the-navistar-carol and @willesworld if y'all want to participate 💜

[providing-leverage]

Fic in Review 2023

This looks fun, thanks to @writer-and-thrasher for the tag

Total Number of Completed Stories: 16, which is great because my goal was 12 (one a month, which didn't happen, but oh well)

Total Word Count: 77,440! Again, I had a goal and surpassed it (getting to 300k on my account) and it feels really good.

Fandoms Written In: So much Ted Lasso, which I discovered after Sunflowers came out and was trending. I saw canon gay characters and went sign me up even if I don't normally like comedy stuff. I'm super glad I did because I've not written so much for a fandom so fast since my Shadowhunters hyperfixation years ago. Other than those 12, I did some PJO, Supernatural, and Batman, and Teen Wolf.

Looking back did you expect to write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expect: so much less! Ted Lasso brainworms truly won this year

What’s your own favorite story of the year, personally?: I'm super proud of myself for finishing Past and Present Now Embrace, one of my few non Ted Lasso fics. Bianca was a very interesting character and the Percy Jackson universe it a great sandbox to play in.

Did you take any writing risks this year?: I think my trend towards gen stuff, because obviously romantic stuff gets more hits a lot of the time so I've trained myself to sprinkle it in even when it doesn't really need to be there. But with Ted Lasso I really felt like I could embrace the platonic stuff and when I did write romance it was because I wanted to.

Do you have any fanfic goals for the New Year?: I want to write a multichapter, and I'm hoping that multichapter will be either Stranger Ranger or Guard Your Heart. I've also been watching to rework the second and third parts of SSA Sam Singer.

Best story of the year: personally I'm really proud of the Fundamentals of Love and Lying, which is so self indulgent

Most popular story of the year: Get It Off Your Chest for sure, and I think that's all to do with the blurb I used in the summary

Most personal story of the year: Oh for sure it's a rather touching notion which is also probably the one I wrote the quickest. An aroace character figuring out who they are, feeling outside of so many social interactions because they lack romantic and sexual attraction? Pure projection. Also The A Team because yay autism.

Funniest story of the year: While the summary for Get it Off Your Chest is funny, Colin's reasons for picking up lesbians is deeply sad so I can't really say that. Eliza's exasperation with Jamie in Flowers for Dani is pretty funny though.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: Fundamentals took a lot of work but it's also a rarepair I invented the tag for and narrated by a character that is basically an OC, so I understand why it's not everyone's cup of tea.

Most fun story to write: Holy Novelty Socks Batman is pure fluffy crack and made me smile a lot

Story with the sexiest moment: none of them really. Fundamentals and some of the other TL fics have some sex allusion though.

Sweetest story of the year: I'll say Shake It Out, a teen wolf fic from early this year that I'd completely forgotten about. What's sweeter than breaking into your school at night for a date?

“Holy crap that’s wrong even for you!” story: dito on not doing scandalous, but for angst then maybe this fic where I give Dani my caffeine sickness

Hardest story to write: Past and Present Now Embrace, for sure took the longest, with me working on it for over a year. I wanted to get it up before the Sun and the Star came out but that didn't happen.

Biggest disappointment: Not any published fic in particular but I have a lot of drafts I wish had been able to see the light of day this year

Biggest surprise: the community I feel like I've found this year, especially within Ted Lasso. Doing these tag games, trading asks and ideas with other writers, is something I've never gotten to do before and I feel so lucky and grateful for my mutuals.

Speaking of... @orbitalpirate @mearpsdyke @manwholovescabins sorry if any of you have already been tagged

[emilyskinners]

was tagged by @lesbianlotties (thank you sm for tagging me dani <3) to post 5 otps from 5 fandoms

teen wolf - stalia!!!!!!!!!! they're just such a unique pairings and they were just so interesting and captivating by how different they are from other ships i've seen. they just work SO well. they're endgame in my head

one of us is lying - janae and maeve. actually overhated. they're amazing and i love both characters. and now i wanna rewatch season 2 because i miss them (i still fucking hate their breakup)

stranger things - ronance! there's not much to say. like two of my favorite characters on the show interacting and having such caring moments. and robin actually understanding nancy. they're everything to me, your honor

titans - this was hard to choose, but i ultimately choose dickkory. like a ship i love is actually endgame? blasphemy. but fr, their story was great and i always take my crumbs that i got during seasons 2 and 3, the payoff is worth it in the end

yellowjackets - jackieshauna!!!!!!! i mean, toxic homoerotic friendships, cannibalism out of grief, haunting the narrative, fucking your best friends boyfriend as a weird fucked up way of being with her? gives me what i didn't know i would enjoy. they were and still are everything to me. some of you guys don't get them like i do

i have sooooo many more and it's hard to choose but obviously, i can only choose 5 so 😔

tagging: @maliagf @ameliapondmd @indistinctmumblings @fkevin073 @teenagecriminalmastermind @tenpintsof-sundrop @star-mum @irisimpkins @sarahmichelegellar and anyone else who wants to join

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 rules:

always repost the rules

answer the questions given to you by the one who tagged you!

give 11 questions

tag 11 people

I was tagged by the lovely @davidfors5 thank you so much  😭 😭 😭

1. fave character from each remake and why?

Skam Austin: Poonam Para. I know that she’s a side character and honestly i was close to saying Jo, Kelsey or Shay but she’s my fav. I think i just see a lot of myself in her and i like how she’s a completely new and different character. She’s funny and upfront and unique and I feel extremely understood and I hope we get to see more of her.

Skam France: Imane Bakhellal. Again i was really close to saying Yann or Lucas but i think just purely because of how much i can relate to Imane and understand her she’s my fav.

Druck: David Schreibner. While i definitely relate to Matteo the most and love Amira to no end, David is hands down my favourite. He’s such an icon and he especially makes me love Druck so much. I can’t really explain why he’s my favourite so much, this one is really more of like i feel it in my soul that he’s my favourite and that’s why.

Skam España: Joana Bianchi. I... I wanted to say Amira or Lucas because i love them so freaking much and this one was honestly the hardest for me to decide but it is Joana. I don’t know what it is but i just deeply care for her so much.

Skam NL: Liv Reijners. Although i really do love like all the NL characters. Liv i decided to pick because she can sing and i love her style and she’s strong and independent and i feel like she’s a really unique noora and i just. love everything about her. I can’t find a single fault  🙈

2. fave musical moment?

Skam: håper du har plass playing when the girls go to get Sana, i think we all cry every time and i still listen to that song to this day

Skam Austin: honestly… cloutie 4 lyfe go listen to clout from grandma’s closet on soundcloud i stg their talent… is unparalleled (honorary mention, when Megan’s upset and crying and goes to see Marlon and they play the fricking meme song and stop it at “run.” i die every time)

Skam France: what else could i say other than when Lucas played ‘i love you’ on the piano like chills lich rally chills luv (honorary mention how the music goes all soft the first time Lucas sees Eliott, again iconic)

Druck: this is hard like i kind of just wanna say whenever they’ve ever used a song it’s been absolutely perfect, i think i’ll say during the first kiss clip though when they go to hold their breath and the music with the water sound effects like aaaa ded

Skam España: the last clip when they go to kiss and ‘I Follow Rivers’ starts playing like... it’s just perfect like everything comes full circle and im CRYING

Skam NL: another remake that always picks perfect music, i think my fav is whenever Liv goes to the mic to sing like i love her singing voice so much

3. if you could make your own season, who would it be about and what would happen?

I have thought about this so much it’s almost funny lmao. There’s just so much potential with Skam and then if you factor in the remakes like... absolutely spoilt for choice omfg. I’d love a Jonas season because he’s great but i really dont know what it’d even be about, Mahdi is another character i’ve always felt immensely interested in and i would love to know more about him. In the middle of typing this i’ve come to a decision actually lmao. Two words- BALLOON. SQUAD. They are literally my favourite thing about og ever seriously and Elias is my favourite Skam character. So idk maybe a season about them? and maybe about their friend group and how they’re all drifting apart or brotherhood or like healthy male friendships where they are there for each other and shit or about Even becoming friends with them again or IDK. but i know i’d have loved a season centered on them and if i had a greater mind i’d be able to come up with a good plot for them too lmao.

4. rank the sanas ( I’m evil I know )

This is literally the worst question I’ve ever seen and yes you are evil

Sana, Amira TM, Amira N, Imane, Zoya, Esra, Imaan.

BUT THEY ARE ALL EQUALLY MY FAVOURITE 

5. fave season from each remake and why?

Skam Austin: Unpopular Opinion but i really loved season 1, however, I think i have to say season 2 because of how fucking well they developed all the characters like giving the cast input into the story was the best decision Skam Austin could’ve ever made. Also, Clout From Grandma’s Closet? like need i say more

Skam France: I only watched 3 and 4 and my fav is 3. Very good homage to OG with the story telling and made me absolutely fall in love with Lucas and Eliott. Like I went through the same motions as i did when i watched OG and it was nice to be reminded of that. Also liked the small changes they made like the Polaris thing that was iconic

Druck: SEASON 3. what an emotional fucking roller coaster. They had me hooked every single minute of the day and still do now. I love Matteo and how they changed the story up like im still pissed about the pacing kind of but honestly i loved season 3 and still rewatch it. the music was perfect, development of the characters, the softness. everything was just so good

Skam NL: As much as i love Liv I have to say season 1. it was goregously done, i loved the aesthetic and Isa is such a realistic and relatable character. Also her moments with Kes and Lucas and the moments with the girl squad, like it was just a really iconic start to an awesome series.

Skam España: I’ve only watched season 2 but i know even if i watched season 1 i would still say season 2 lmao. Honestly there is not a SINGLE thing they did wrong. like the story was perfect, the honour they did to og, how they switched the relationships up. it genuinely was just fucking perfect (except the whole panphobia thing. if that comment wasn’t said spain would have the best remake)

6. What’s your opinion on s2? what do you like and dislike the most? which remake made the best s2? (españa doesn’t count)

I am going to be truthful here and say that when i was first watching OG and watched season 2 I did like it but after growing up a bit and reflecting I now honestly really dont. like i’ve tried to avoid that season in remakes as much as i can (i’ve failed and the only noorhell i’ve not seen is frances one). I think what got me at first was the whole like layers thing to William. how there was more to him and also like the typical fanfic tropey moments between them. what i like about season 2 is the SA storyline, like that is an extremely important topic that needs to be talked about more so i like how it brought light to that and also how they show Noora handling the situation and how the girl squad are and i <3. What i dislike is how William uses Vilde and is so manipulative and ANNOYING omfg. Like i can’t explain how much his entitled rich ass frustrates me and how broken down Noora is by him.

7. what representation would you like to see in Skam (other than more wlw)?

Honestly i’d like to see more ethnic minorities tbh, especially like maybe some east asian people? I want skam to be the type of thing that no matter who you are you can see yourself represented in it and while the remakes and og do an alright job of it, i’d love to see more. i’ll say this this til the day i die- REPRESENTATION IS IMPORTANT

8. what country would you like to see a remake and why?

My biased ass is screaming Skam Scotland because like i would be able to relate to it so much and I’d love it with my entire soul but also just somewhere where the majority of the population isnt white. would be lovely for it to be in like India or Pakistan maybe so that I could personally relate to it but honestly anywhere with POC would be an absolute WIN for me. i suggest Skam Scotland where the girl and boy squad are south asians/east asians + black with the good ol’ token white friend! Hire me

9. fave head canon?

Honestly any (head)canon that says anyone is not cishet is like 👌 

10. sort characters into Hogwarts houses

I was going to do the characters from all the remakes when i realised... they’re all essentially the same each time I- anyways lmao

Hufflepuff -  Magnus, Even, Chris, Vilde, Mikael, Yousef, Linn

Slytherin - Sana, Isak

Gryffindor - Mahdi, Elias, Eva, Adam, Mutasim, Eskild

Ravenclaw - Jonas, Noora

This is mostly based off pure gut instinct idk

11. tell me your best crossover idea

How all the remakes seem to have the girl squads going on summer roads trips I kinda had this thought that maybe like the groups in each of the different remakes and og decide to go on a big friends holiday and everyone ends up in the same place and they all meet. none of the isaks really get along with each other, all the evens of course become best friends on the spot etc etc. i just want everyone to automatically become best friends im not good at coming up with ideas for these sorts of things sorry lmao

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For my 11 questions:

Which remake/og sqaud do you think you would personally fit into the most?

What is your favourite remake and why?

What is objectively the best remake and why?

Opinions on each of the girl squads?

Favourite hairstyle out of all the remakes? (this includes any hijab styles of the Sanas)

Who do you think from og/remakes would have a youtube channel and what would they post about? (not including hei briskeby or lucas rubio’s yt channel)

Pick someone you think is underappreciated from og/remakes and explain why you think they should be appreciated more

Favourite outfit/clothing item?

Which character do you think is most similar to you?

Do you like the Eva season (season 1)?

Insert your own question that you’d like to answer!

I will tag @thedavideffect @pansexualevenbech @2ndbest @joanascris @hufflepuff-ish @matteoluigiflorenzi @liveterna2 @bbibbicole @xxrps @happoa @eleaha but don’t do this if you don’t want to! and if you see this but i haven't please go for it i would’ve tagged everyone humanly possible but alas i had to pick 11 lmao but i love reading different peoples thoughts so yeah. pls do if you want to <3 

[hotwings0203]

Bully!Dabi pt. 3

Tags: @shikamaruscumrag @pinkiy13l @an-ambivalent @luno614 @sukunasleftkneecap

Tw:dubcon, noncon, bullying, manipulation, Russian roulette

“Doll? Come on out and I won’t hurt you too bad.”

You wait with bated breath as he walks right past your hiding place behind some crates, blue fire licking up the sides of his body and held in the palms of his scarred hands.

He’s mad, you know he is. He’s teasing you, of course he is, why else wouldn’t he just turn on the lights and pounce?

No, this is another punishment of sorts. A punishment for escaping your previous punishment from being locked in your room.

Another lash of burning cobalt strikes against a wall about 10 feet away from you, and you curse yourself internally. If only you had just stayed in bed a couple days more, if only you hadn’t snuck out when he left, if only, if only…

“Baaaabbyyyyy”

It sounds so wrong and uncharacteristic coming out from his gravely voice.

You huddle your limbs even closer to yourself, paying no mind to the cramping in your knees from being squished for so long.

It’s been about 25 minutes or so from what you can remember. It’s hard to remember anything that happened this bland morning anyways when the climax of your life was seemingly taking place here, after you entered the wrong room.

You had honestly just wanted a peek outside of Dabi’s room and maybe a drink of water, nothing more.

Or so you tell yourself.

But can you really be blamed? Who else wouldn’t have run out the moment they got a chance after spending almost two weeks in the same shitty room, being used as fuckmeat and only given bread scraps and salty cum as meals.

It didn’t matter how close he held you at night, how his strokes seemed to brush up against all the right places, how he tried catching your eye every time he wanted to talk about anything (which you would never really indulge in, only giving him a soft grunt or a nod). He was a monster, a demon in disguise that was keeping you against your will in his clutches.

A loud crash closer than before hits your ears, and you stifle an impending whimper. You can tell he’s roamed closer than before, finding nothing from his earlier place in the front of the storage room.

“I’m getting pretty fucking tired of repeating myself doll. You must be even more of a masochist than I thought since it’s like you want me to fuck you up even worse than I did before.”

His words are quiet but they do enough to cause a loud beating in your already-pacing heart, so loud in fact that you fear he can hear it racing a mile a minute.

You wonder if anyone is nearby, if they even remember you’ve been missing for a while now.

“Y/N”

“Come out, pretty girl. You know I miss you”

But you don’t miss him.

What you do miss, however, is not being chased into an empty storage room and hounded like a fucking dog. You miss joking with Twice, painting your nails with Toga, making Shigaraki chuckle.

All of a sudden, the crate next to you is covered with hellfire. The flames that are thrust from Dabi’s hands are so wild that they seat through your shirt and prick your skin.

You scream and scrabble backwards, the light of his fire illuminating his face leering up above you in the dark like a ghoul from a children’s book.

You clap your hands over your mouth, ignoring your bubbling skin as fear overrides premonition, but the damage has already been done.

It’s eerily quiet for a minute. Then, he whispers,

“Found you”

Even in the pitch black room you can practically see him lunging towards you, and you scuttle backwards on your hands and feet in terror. His hands miss your bare feet by a few inches, and he snarls before making another swipe.

“Fucking bitch, this is the thanks I get for taking care of you, bathing you, feeding and fucking you?”

You yelp as he lights up the floor on both sides of your trembling body, and you see his figure once more as the blue fire shows the sick grin twisted up on his face.

“Leave me alone,” you sob, clambering up on your feet and running backwards as he advances on you. The smoke from his quirk is filling the room, and you erupt in hoarse coughs as it’s filtered through your aching lungs.

Everything about him is toxic.

“Nah. That’s not how this works sweetheart. You see, I take care of you, and in return, you do whatever the fuck I say when I say it.”

He raises his palms to you and you flinch, covering your head and colliding with the wall behind you. You’re too scared and tired to evade him again as you feel his body cover you and brush against yours as you shake in place, your arms still above your face.

He cooes at you. “There there, my stupid little bitch. You were scared daddy was gonna hurt you, right?”

His stitched palm caresses your bitten bottom lip and trails up to your tear-stained cheek.

After a moment of you saying nothing, he slaps the side of your face, hard, and you gasp in pain. Now it wasn’t just your stomach that felt on fire.

“I asked you a question, you brain dead whore. Are you scared daddy’s gonna burn you? ‘You scared he’s gonna beat you black you blue? ‘Scared he’s gonna cut a gaping hole in your burnt tummy and fuck the gash?” He leans in and lets his raspy words settle over your ears as he tenderly brushes your hair away from it. He softly kisses the shell of you ear, and when you sob quietly he wraps his arms around your middle and hugs you close, paying no heed to how you uncomfortably squirm when your raw torso burns from the contact.

You squeeze your eyes shut and try not to inhale too much, lest the smoke embedded all over his body gets too close for comfort in your system.

“Y-yes daddy. Please don’t hurt me, I was…a bad girl.” You cringe when the words are wobbled out, but you know it’s what he wants.

To humiliate you, to hurt you. Who was he kidding when he said he loved you?

Dabi, however, feels butterflies in his own stomach.

See, this is what you need. To answer to Daddy, to submit to him so that he can take care of you. That’s why you stayed so long in his room, right? It’s cause you knew it would make him happy if you listened to him. You let him make love to you, and treat you like his little girl because deep down, you know this is where you belong.

So why are you fighting him? You never raised a complaint for a week and a half, you only stayed quiet and kept your eyes shut when he asked if you were okay. That means you liked it, right? No real opposition, after all.

Except for now.

Dani is honestly disappointed in you right now, you were doing so well…so why’d you have to go and ruin it?

He might’ve softened from the way your body shakes and your sobs are muffled by his smoke-scorched jacket as you press against him for comfort, but the image of you turning around and running away when you saw him earlier hurts him too much.

It angers him.

Why the fuck were you so scared? Hasnt he shown you enough that he loved you? What, does he need to fucking spell it out for you?

Why were your eyes filled with such terror when he caught you? Did you turn away from him and run because you thought he was going to make you look like him, all burnt up and hideous?

Honestly, he would never, but if you’re so hellbent on making him the bad guy, then fine, he’ll play the bad guy.

Anything for his precious little girl.

And so he tightens his arms around you and chuckles cruelly when you whine at the lack of air.

“Well, you were right. I am pretty pissed, I mean I told you to come out and you didn’t listen right?”

“S-sorry,” you weakly choke out.

He laughs even more crazed now, crushing your ribs so tight he could actually hear your breath wheezing out of you, could feel your weak little punches against his back.

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it. No no, I want you to beg for your fucking life now.”

Your eyes widen as his arms begin to warm up and become unbearably hot.

“Dabi, no, no please!”

You writhe in pain as he cackles above you, savoring the choked breaths that emit from your wetted lips.

As soon as you begin to see spots, he releases you, and flings you against the corner of the room.

You go flying and bang your head against the concrete wall, his voice muted and swimming around in your ears as you fight for consciousness.

He saunters towards you in all his flaming glory, hands in his pockets as if he were walking out for some fresh air. He crouches in front of you and lifts your head with the pads of his fingers.

“Awww, my poor little girl. That had to have hurt, huh? You’re bleeding,” he cooes and blows a strand of hair away from your eyes.

He’s not lying, you can feel hot blood trickle down the side of your head as your vision sways.

“Stop this,” you pant. “I get it, I’m sorry- you were right and I was wrong, I shouldn’t have ran. I’ll listen to you from now on-“

“-But you said that last time, didn’t you?” He cocks his head and with the light of his turquoise fire against the shadows of the room, he looks like a being from hell itself.

“Remember? When you sucked me off like the dirty whore you are? Remember that you stupid cunt?” His grin becomes more reminiscent of a wolf baring its fangs, and you’re rendered silent in complete terror.

He takes your silence as an encouraging factor to continue his fun.

“You ever played Russian Roulette, Y/N?”

You have enough sense to quickly shake your head, a sinking feeling in your stomach forming at his implication.

“Me neither. But I kinda wanna try it right now. So, back against the wall. Stand up straight and spread your legs.”

You look at him incredulously. “You can’t be serious Dabi.”

He raises an eyebrow and a fire grows in the palm of his hand. “Wanna find out? Oh wait, you already are- now do what I said otherwise you’ll have one less leg.”

You don’t need more motivation to act on his orders.

Taking a deep breath, you hesitantly spread your legs and place your palms flat against the wall.

“Spread ‘em more. That shouldn’t be anything new to you.”

You wince at his dig but continue to widen the stance between your legs.

He smiles at your compliance.

“Good. This should be fairly easy, I mean the room is already dark enough to count as having a blindfold. Whatever you do, just don’t move.”

You wouldn’t know it, but he’s sincerely saying it for your sake. He’s glad for the safety of the dark, because he doesn’t want you to see the way he hastily wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans as he prepares himself for his next move.

The room goes dark, his fire has been put out.

You inhale softly, blood pounding in your heart as your hands shake in anticipation.

Then all of a sudden, a fireball comes barreling right towards you, in between your parted legs.

You shriek and jerk, but luckily you’re saved from being singed.

“I told you not to move, babe.” He clicks his tongue and rubs his erection absentmindedly.

A second, then third bolt of fire comes at the side of your head, singing your hair and then dangerously close to your already burnt stomach.

At each one you sob and do your best not to move, not to take in Dabi’s utterly emotionless face as you wail for mercy.

The last one comes so powerful that as it strikes the wall next to you, flecks of ash sting your cheeks and lips.

Your knees are jelly, your mouth is aching from begging for your life as he wanted.

But you know he’s done when he lets out a loud yawn and groan as he stretches his arm and flexes his fingers.

“A-are we done?” You sniffle.

He says nothing at first. You just hear him ask a couple steps towards you, his boots echoing in the room. You assume he stops in front of you because you can feel his body in front of your kneeling figure.

His hand descends and feels around until he reaches the top of your head. Stroking softly, he twirls locks through his fingers and gently shushes you until your hiccups subside, and you lean your forehead against his thigh.

“‘You happy it’s done? You did so well for me, sweetheart.”

“Yes Dabi. Thank you,” you utter softly, knowing it’s what he wants to hear.

“Yeah? How thankful are you?”

You still at that.

He starts to unbuckle his belt.

You pull your head back, and he pulls his pants down.

“Dabi-“

“Shhh, don’t ruin this. Just keep your mouth shut and let your body do the talking. Show me how grateful you are that I spared your fucking life.”

The gentle way he handled you clashed with his harsh words, and you have a moment of whiplash.

He kneels down in front of you and lets his hands wander in the dark until he meets your torso.

You hiss at the sensitive flesh, but he doesn’t stop. He just moves his hand under your shirt and higher, pushing your bra up until your tits spill from the bottom of it.

He bites his lip as you whimper from his touch, his thumbs swirling around your nipples and prodding the squishy flesh.

Dabi gets more eager when you throw your head back at one particularly rough squeeze and shuffles even closer, his pants and underwear at his knees, member bouncing out in the open air.

“Take your panties off,” he rasps, furiously stroking his cock.

You surrender and slowly pull your sweats off, and then your panties as you hear him lightly panting in eagerness.

The second he hears them drop to the floor he lunges for your feet and yanks your forward, catching you in his lap as you yelp.

It’s pitch black, but he can feel you clear as day.

The tickle of your hair hanging in his face, your sweet smell clouding his rationale, the melodious sounds of fear and pleasure mixed with pain make his prick stand painfully at attention, weeping at the slit for your pussy.

He doesn’t even bother taking your shirt off in impatience, he simply barks at you to hold the hem up so he can feel your breasts bouncing against his face when he motorboats them.

You, however, shakily hold his hand at your waist when he pulls you forward until your bare hole presses against his length, coating it with light juices.

“Oh fuck, doll, your pussy’s practically begging me to fuck it. ‘You like having your life in danger? No wonder you keep fucking up,” he groans as he moved beneath you, letting his hips rock back and forth to gain friction from under you.

“Wait, go slowly-“

“No the fuck I won’t,” he interrupts. You have enough sense to bite back any retorts from the subtle growl in his words.

He lifts you up from underneath your ass, and you raise your hips in compliance as he grabs his dick, circling it around your swollen nub and then pressing it against your entrance.

You breath shakily and run your hands through his hair, not so much in a loving gesture but tightly in futile hopes to deter him in any possible way.

He takes it either way as you wanting him equally, and without further ado he slams your hips down on his whole length.

You howl in pain as he begins bouncing you, pressing down on your shoulders and forcing your poor cunt to envelope him fully at each stroke.

The room is filled with the lewd sounds of your ass clapping on his dick, the mixed fluids from both of your bodies and the harmonies of his low grunts and your high pitched whines.

You can feel his dick twitch violently inside of you as he nears his climax. He flips you over on your back and starts pounding into you, laughing cruelly in your face as you cry out from the intensity of his strokes.

“D-Dabi! Pull out, I’m not on birth control!”

“Good.”

You open your eyes to stare at him in horror, barely making out the marred features of his face.

“I’m gonna fill you up with my babies. You’re gonna be plugged with my cum from now on, ‘s the only way you’ll stop running.”

“Get the fuck off me, this isn’t funny-!”

He grabs your rising fists and pins them back against the floor, crushing your wrists in the process.

“Who said I’m laughing?” And he isn’t laughing anymore, no, on the contrary he looks the most serious that he’s ever been, and that terrifies you the most.

The upper half of his body is suspended in midair above you as his pelvis smashes against your clit in a steady rhythm.

“‘Bet you’d like that, bet you’d like having all your holes stuffed with my kids. They’re gonna grow up and know how slutty their mommy was, they’re gonna watch and learn how Daddy earned his name. You think they’ll cry when they hear you scream for me?”

You want to rip out your ears from the filth pouring from his mouth, but unfortunately your hands are trapped under his grasp.

All you can do is chant “no, no, no,” under your breath as he’s pushed over the edge.

“Or maybe I’ll tie your legs against the barstools outside and let every man out there have his way with you. You missed them, right? I’m sure they missed you too, I’m sure they missed the way you’d fuck them the second they made you laugh,” bitterness seeps into his voice as ropes of cum shoot out.

He moans loudly in your ear and collapses against your body, sweat intermingling in the cervices of your entangled limbs.

It takes around three minutes for you both to catch your breaths, and for him to shakily raise himself on his elbows to peer down into your ruddy face.

“Clean yourself up. You’re going back to my room. And this time, if you try to run we’ll repeat this entire process again, but I’ll actually let everyone have their way with you. It’ll be like an orgy version of Russian Roulette, well all place bets on whose kid it is.”

You don’t miss the rest of the League, anymore

[classyfruit]

⚜️ ClassyfruitbASKet - Part 3 ⚜️

...And thus I return from my winter break/hibernation! 🎉 It's good to be back and start up the classybusiness again. I hope all of you fruits and friends have been doing well and had a good start to the new year! (Happy new year, you all got this, I believe in you!💛)

2022 will be filled with so many interesting projects, fanart for RE 8 (of course), more OCs, comics, maybe some other fandoms as well... it's going to be awesome - and I'm grateful for every one of you tagging along on this journey! 🤗

Let's start out with some spring cleaning in my Asks, something I've been neglecting terribly last year. But I shall make an effort to catch up! 💪😤 Let's go!

Request corner

First of all: Thank you so much for your sweet words, @naibselesbian - I'm grateful to have you around! You are VERY appreciated! Second of all: Oooooh, Donnalcina? 👀 You have me ✨ considering ✨. _______

Oh she most definitely is! And we don't want Alcina to get too comfortable, right? 😏 She will definitely make a return in time, I have a certain idea for a short comic lying around in the back of my mind... thanks for showing my OCs some love, anon! 💕 _______

Hi there anon, thank you so much for voicing your love for my art! 💕 I also appreciate you asking my permission first! As long as you don't crop out my watermark and give proper, easy to see credit, you can use my art for icons and headers. I will (for a certain special occasion later in the year) offer an icon and header pack on my KoFi, too!✨

Alcina and daughters

Good day to you, very relatable anon! Thank you so much for your kind words about my art, I appreciate it to no end! 💕 And I definitely agree that the improvement is pretty noticeable, especially with Alcina of course as she's the character I drew most!

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Aww, I am very glad that you love my art so much, dear anon! You don't even have to beg me, especially not for more Lady D and her girls. You will get your wish fulfilled, rest assured! I could never resist drawing our beloved Dimitrescu family for long.

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(The honey-sweet anon is referring to THIS artwork.) I am absolutely certain they would adore her! Bela would try to get her to help her out with her duties „Because bees are hardworking after all.“, Cassandra would go out of her way to protect her newest little sister „You can't EVER sting someone with your bees, you understand? They might die!“... and Dani would make SO many bee-puns. „You know, when I hug you, you're even prettier – because beeauty is in the eye of the bee-holder... and when I hug you, I am the bee-holder! Get it?“

Karla

Oh you darling anon, did you refer to me as „great one“ just now?! I'll have you know I'm a mere 5'6, I am a rather smol bean... 😳 But all jokes aside: You definitely will see her again! I for one enjoyed drawing Karla and I need more scruffy and badass ladies in my gallery, that's for sure. 💪

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Hi there, in-need-of-some-iron anon! Lady Heisenberg will make her return for sure, don't you worry a second about that! I will have a lot more comic-based content in this new year, so you'll see her AND you'll see her interact with the other Lords. Stay tuned, I have a LONG list of ideas! 🤭

Donna

Well, good day to you, Squintus-fan anon (you and your reasons are very valid!)... of course, you will be shown more Squintus in the future, he will definitely make an appearance in more wholesome, domestic Donna art. He's just part of the fam now. Also, the plushie would be a neat idea, I'd like to have about one-hundred.

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Hi there @aprilmulligan25 , thanks for reaching out and going out of your way to be SO polite and considerate! I would definitely love to draw our favourite dollmaker with her hair down, we all deserve and need to see that. Maybe in some soft, wholesome and vulnerable art of her and a maid? We shall see, time will tell! 😊 _______ And there we go, this concludes the newest installment of my ClassyfruitsbASKet. If you read through all of that until now: Thank you very much, I appreciate it! If I did not yet answer your ask, I will get to it during one of the next Mondays. Take care, everyone, and much love! Classy 💕

[jaskierswolf]

Hello most darling and beloved Wolfie, may I ask you for some Geraskier cheek kisses? Preferably the Witcher is giving the bard cheek kisses?? Thank you and much love - Bouncey

@bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher Darling Bouncey 💖 Pls accept my humble offerings of softness 💖 I hope you know that I love you very much!

Geraskier, 782 words,

CW: Unbearable amounts of soft? __________

Jaskier was sleeping soundly on the bed. For once in the damn bard’s life he actually looked peaceful. Geralt stood in the doorway watching him for what could have been hours but was probably only seconds. The bard’s cheeks were flushed and he had a dopey grin on his face, even in his sleep. It was infectious and Geralt’s felt his own lips pull up into a soft smile. He crossed the room and sat gently on the edge of the bed, trying not to wake Jaskier. He softly trailed calloused fingers along Jaskier’s wrists, feeling the soft steady heartbeat, quicker than a witcher’s and so very alive. Geralt gently brought the bard’s hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to his wrist, and then to each other Jaskier’s finger tips.

Jaskier hummed quietly in his sleep, fingers wrapping around Geralt’s hand. He rolled over and snuggled up to him, mumbling something that sounded like Geralt’s name. It never ceased to amaze him. Jaskier loved him so openly and without expectation. He had loved Geralt back when they both thought they could only ever be friends, both afraid to make the first move lest it ruin their friendship. They’d been cowards. It hadn’t ruined anything. Their friendship was just the beginning of their relationship, a solid base on which to plant the seeds of romance.

Geralt scoffed. He was starting to sound all poetic. He’d spent too many years by Jaskier’s side. He cradled Jaskier’s hand in his lap, brushing the bard’s fringe from off his face, caressing the soft skin of his cheeks where stubble just beginning to grow.

“I’ll never understand why you love me,” he said softly, watching the bard’s face with an adoration that he hadn’t realised witchers could feel. There were wrinkles beginning to show around his eyes, and there was a dusting of silver hairs in amongst the dark brown. He chuckled, Jaskier hadn’t stopped moaning about that since the day he’d first spotted them. Geralt’s free hand moved from the bard’s cheek to his hair. It may be starting to grey but it was still soft under his fingers.

“I love you, because you are my world, darling,” Jaskier mumbled, still not opening his eyes. Geralt froze. He’d been caught. “Because you are kind, loyal, frustratingly noble, and an exceedingly good shag.”

Geralt snorted and Jaskier’s bright cornflower blue eyes finally cracked open. He gazed up at Geralt with a mirthful expression. “You’re biased,” Geralt scoffed.

“Are you accusing me of lying, Geralt of Rivia?”

“Stretching the truth like you always do, bard.”

“Rude!”

Geralt laughed and leant down to kiss Jaskier’s cheek. “Go back to sleep.”

“Not sleepy,” Jaskier pouted but his eyes were drooping already. He’d tired himself out the night before performing until the early hours, practically falling asleep standing up before Geralt could help him out of his clothes and into the bed.

“Hmm, sure you aren’t,” he laughed.

Jaskier’s pout extended to his entire body, fringe falling in front of his eyes and his lip quivering slightly. He stubbornly sat up, kneeling so he was opposite Geralt on the bed, but he swayed slightly and he ended up pressing his face against Geralt’s collar bone. Geralt petted Jaskier’s hair, a soft purr rumbling in his chest but he was long passed the embarrassment of that particular quirk of his mutations. Jaskier whined helplessly, the sound muffled by Geralt’s chest. Geralt just sighed and pulled away so he could cup Jaskier face in his hands. He pressed a kiss to Jaskier’s forehead, his nose, each of his cheeks.

“Geralt…” came Jaskier’s pitiful reply as Geralt’s kissed every part of his face except his lips. “You’re being an arse!”

“Hmm,” Geralt agreed with a smirk before placing a chaste kiss on his lover’s lips. “Better?”

“Not quite.”

Geralt kissed him again, softly swiping his tongue along Jaskier’s bottom lip as the kiss deepened and Jaskier sighed into his mouth. Geralt’s fingers trailed down Jaskier’s spine, a feather light touch but Jaskier still shivered slightly, a soft moan escaping his lips. Geralt pulled back, the bard was still dead on his feet and was falling asleep in his arms. He snuggled up to Geralt’s chest and Geralt shifted on the bed, positioning them so Jaskier could curl up against him. They’d barely lied down before Jaskier had started snoring softly, fingers gripping onto Geralt’s shirt as he pressed up closer against him.

“Sleep, love,” Geralt whispered, placing one last kiss on top of Jaskier’s head. The contract he had received during breakfast could wait a while longer. He was far too content to just hold his bard in his arms for now. ____

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

The Long Con Part One

Prologue | Masterlist | Next Part Pairing: Marcus Pike x Reader Rating: T Notes: Oh hey there! Welcome to Dany Has Been Googling Art Stuff For Like Two Months The Series. Warnings: Cursing (meant to mention that before WHOOPSADOODLE sorry) Summary: You’d never seen Agent Pike look anything less than collected, even in the thick of a case. 

“The Raft of the Medusa, huh?”

You didn‘t bother to look away from your laptop where you were stationed at your lectern.

“Géricault did good work,” You answered as you finished answering the email that you were working on. You knew that this couldn’t be a terribly timely or pressing matter, because the FBI agent that had shown up had bothered to sit through the second half of your lecture that morning. 

“How long have you guys been up to romanticism?” He asked.

“Oh, just this week. Géricault’s got a good range...Landscapes, horses, portraits… horses... current events… horses…”

“Lots of horses.”

“Yeah, he was kind of a horse girl.” 

You finally sent the email off and turned to look at Agent Marcus Pike. The man was, mercifully, still looking at the recreation of the Géricault painting. 

“This one of your old ones?” He asked. You laughed a little, leaning against the lectern. 

“No. I’ve got a friend in Atlanta that specializes in recreations of Delacroix and Géricault.” 

“He’s talented. I’ve seen the original, this is… Incredible.” 

“Mm, I know. The corpses almost look happy in this version.”

Pike’s brow rose and he gave you a look out of the corner of his eye.

“So?” You asked, “How can I aid the bureau today, Agent Pike?” 

He gave a small smile, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck as he turned to face you more fully.

“I’m actually not here on bureau business,” he told you, peering at you nervously. Your brows rose. You’d never seen Agent Pike look anything less than collected, even in the thick of a case. 

“You’ve got my attention,” You reassured him. 

--

You were trying so hard not to laugh, if not for the earnest look on Pike’s face. You watched him as you ran your finger along the handle of your coffee mug. The two of you had taken up residence at your favorite coffee shop and bakery, There Ain’t Muffin To It. It was a little out of the way of the college’s campus, but you preferred that - you hardly ever ran into your students that way.

Pike had insisted on paying for your coffee, and then he’d explained his… Situation. 

His fucking hilarious situation that you were really, really trying not to laugh at. 

“So…Just-- To make sure I’m on the level here,” You said, “Your sister Marnie is getting married in two weeks, and she was probably going to set you up with some cute hometown girl, and instead…” You had to pause, biting your lip to tamp down a laugh before going on, “Instead, you told her that you’re bringing… Me.” 

“That is the long and short of it.”

“And can I ask what possessed you to blurt out the name of an ex-fencer-turned-art-professor?” 

“I panicked and I was looking at the Coleman file.”

“Ah,” You nodded. You’d assisted Pike’s team on that case. A man named Augustus Coleman had recently come forward, claiming to have found Oudry’s White Duck. The work had, in fact, been a fake (though it was a very, very convincing one). You’d spent time with Agent Pike, looking over the painting itself and helping his team track down Coleman’s forger. It had been a lot of long nights, a lot of hard work, but Pike had given you implicit trust, and you’d gotten the job done. 

And now, apparently, he was trusting you with this, too. 

“I don’t… Lie well,” Marcus added, and you couldn’t help but laugh then. 

“I can see that.”

Marcus smiled, “I know this is an inconvenience. I wouldn’t ask you to fly down for the week I’m gonna be there--”

“But you’d want to?” 

Marcus winced, “My sister’s already passed your name on to my mom and I’m getting questions. You could just come in for the weekend. I’d pay for your airfare,” He tacked on. 

“Wow, you are desperate.” 

“What you said, about my sister setting me up with some-- hometown girl? It’s accurate, I’m pretty sure I know exactly who she would’ve tried to set me up with.”

“Bad?”

“No, she’s nice, but we don’t suit and Marnie hasn’t quite gotten that message.” 

Your brow furrowed, considered something. 

“Tell me something,” You leaned forward on your forearms, watching Marcus.

“Sure.”

“You could've found someone else to bring along, asked them to use my name and fake it to your family for two days. You’re actually asking me instead. Why?” 

Marcus’ eyes searched your face.

“Couple of reasons. Remember a minute ago when I said I was bad about lying?” 

You chuckled, “Uh-huh. The other reason?” 

“I need to go down there with someone that I trust. Someone that I know will have my back.”

“And someone that can lie?” 

“Exactly. See what you just said, about asking someone else to use your name? Didn’t even occur to me.”

You were quiet for a moment, considering Pike. The week that he’d named for the wedding was spring break-- you didn’t have any plans set in stone, just papers to grade. 

“...Can I think about it?” You asked. Marcus’ smile brightened at that. 

“Of course,” He nodded, “I appreciate it.” 

You believed that-- the man couldn’t lie for shit. 

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That evening found you in your apartment, grading quizzes for your Intro to Greek and Roman Art course. Most of the students had a good handle on the subject, so the grading and corrections didn’t take you long. Once you’d finished, you poured yourself a glass of wine and settled down on your couch to find something to watch for the evening. 

Once you’d chosen a show, though, you really couldn’t focus on it. You had, after all, told Marcus that you’d consider his proposal. You were...Fond of Agent Pike. The agents that you’d worked with prior to his transfer to the D.C. office had all treated you with varying degrees of contempt when asking for your help on a given case; they’d kept your interactions to the barest of bare minimums, held you at arm’s length in regards to the cases that you were being asked to assist on, and hardly ever updated you on case outcomes - not that they were required to do so, but you had often wondered. Marcus Pike was so different from his predecessors. When he’d come to the D.C. office and had first needed your help on a case, he’d gone out of his way to introduce himself, the particulars of the case, and to say that, “any assistance that you could provide would be greatly appreciated.” And it hadn’t felt glib, either. You’d felt like the man actually wanted your help, wasn’t that he was just reaching out to you to cover his bases. You’d assumed that after that first case, the niceties would fall away, but Marcus had never been anything less than kind to you - even when he was stressed. He treated you with respect, understood that your time was your own, that you’d put your criminal past behind you. You were now using what you’d learned in that world to help the Bureau, and to teach.

The time you’d spent with him on the Coleman case had been the biggest eye-opener. He’d come to understand more about how you used to operate - the way you’d sold forgeries to money-grubbing, self-involved wealthy elites that cared more about owning a one-of-a-kind artwork, uncaring of where it had come from or why you had it; they hadn’t cared about the questionable and fake provenance, had only looked so close when examining the work itself. Your grandmother had been a painter, and a masterful forger - she had been the one to paint most of the forgeries that you’d helped to fence. She had taught you her tricks, connected you with the network that she operated within - she had gotten you arrested, and had been furious when you hadn’t taken the fall for her. You and Marcus had spent a lot of time together during the Coleman case - mostly working, but you’d had some downtime. There were times when he insisted that you sat down and ate, else the food would get cold. Others, when he had a question, he’d come to your office at the college, but he’d bring coffee with him, or some kind of snack - a little way of showing thanks before he even asked his question, even if you didn’t have an answer for him. Marcus was a good man. It was no wonder he needed help lying, especially to his family. Something he’d said to you that afternoon had stuck with you, though, something that was floating above the rest: “I need to go down there with someone that I trust. Someone that I know will have my back.” Marcus Pike trusted you. He was comfortable with you having his back - he was comfortable with you being around his family for a week. 

You picked up your phone, scrolling through your contacts to find Marcus’. You hit the ‘call’ button before raising it to your ear. He picked up on the first ring. “Hello?” He asked, and you smiled at the anticipatory tone. “Think they’ve still got any seats left on your flight?” You asked. Tag list: @hufflepuffing-all-day-long​​ ; @spideysimpossiblegirl​​ ; @blueeyesatnight​​ ; @elen-aranel​​ ; @yespolkadotkitty​​ ; @artsymaddie​​ ; @phoenixhalliwell​​ ; @lunaserenade​​ ; @winniedaboo ; @empress-palpat1ne​​ ; @randomness501​ ; @nutmeg-20 ; @leonieb​

[elliestormfound]

Prompt - the circumstances of the first time Jaskier rubbed chamoline onto Geralt's lovely bottom. I'm all about Geraskier but however you'd like to cover it, if you are so inclined. Thank you.

Thank you for this prompt, it is right up my alley! <3 I hope you like the fic!

read on ao3

CW: There is a naked butt that get's rubbed with chamomile oil but in a none-sexual situation, mention of minor injuries

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“You cannot expect me to wear this ridiculous outfit,” Geralt said, nodding at the colourful ensemble of clothes Jaskier had laid out for him. It was a whole outfit - doublet, shirt, trousers and boots. He wouldn’t be surprised if he would find silken smallclothes in the pile.

“Hush now,” Jaskier swatted at Geralt’s accusatory pointing finger.

“If you want to join me at the banquet...”

“I don’t want to join you…” Geralt grumbled, but there was no real heat to it. Jaskier had asked him to play bodyguard. The banquet he had been hired to perform at would be frequented by a handful of people holding unjustified grudges against the bard, as Jaskier had put it. 

“You will look splendid in these, my dear,” the bard said, ignoring Geralt’s protest. He lifted the sky blue doublet and held it to Geralt’s chest. “I think this color suits you.”

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“If I would have worn my armor, like I wanted to, I wouldn’t have thorns sticking in my ass,” Geralt grumbled. 

Jaskier huffed, “how was I supposed to know that you planned to place your ass in one of the Duchesses famous and - might I add - exceptionally expensive rose bushes.”

Geralt’s growl would have been more intimidating, if he wasn’t lying face down on the bed and Jaskier sitting next to him, painstakingly removing rose thorns from the silken fabric of the trousers and his subjacent butt.

“I was pushed in the rose bush…” Geralt interrupted his protest with a wince as Jaskier removed a particularly big thorn, “by the very man who wanted to beat your nose in, because you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants around his wife.”

Jaskier snorted and yanked the next thorn out with more force.

“His poor wife wanted and needed a good shag,” he said, “he was clearly not satisfying her.”

Geralt was glad that his face was hidden because he blushed as he suddenly felt not the twinge of the tweezers but Jaskier’s hand on his butt.

“What are you…” he began, his voice a bit too high.

“I think you should remove the trousers now,” said the bard.

“What?” Geralt asked indignantly. His blush deepened as Jaskier let his hand carefully wander over Geralt’s bottom.

“I think there are still some smaller thorns that went right through the fabric.”

Jaskier said it as if it was the most normal thing in the world to ask someone to strip naked so he could examine their buttocks. 

Geralt coughed and stood up. He turned his back to Jaskier and started to remove the silken trousers. He had to admit that they had been more comfortable than he had expected and was a bit sad to give them back to the bard. 

“Your smallclothes too,” Jaskier said from behind him. Geralt had been sure it wasn’t possible but his face grew even hotter, but he did as he was asked. 

When he was naked from the waist down, he laid down on the bed once more, hiding his face in his arms. He felt the bed sag when Jaskier sat down next to him and stiffened when he felt his long fingers carefully stroking over his butt.

“So, my dear witcher,” Jaskier said in his melodic voice, “did you enjoy the evening?”

When Geralt started to growl, he interjected, “I mean prior to your unfortunate encounter with the rose bush.”

Geralt didn’t say anything for a while, too distracted by the fingers roaming over his buttcheeks. But he tried to think back. The wine had been good - Est Est, and the food had been decent. 

But he hadn’t been able to really enjoy the evening, because he had to watch Jaskier flirt with every beautiful woman and handsome man in the vicinity. He wasn’t jealous of course, just irritated. 

“Ouch,” he bellowed as Jaskier found another tiny thorne and drew it out.

“I think that’s it,” Jaskier said after a final soft stroke over Geralt’s ass, “but now your poor bottom looks like it has seen a good beating.” Lost in thought he stroked over Geralt’s butt a bit more and Geralt wasn’t sure if he should say something but this felt kind of...

“One moment, I have an idea,” Jaskier said and interrupted Geralt’s thought process.

“Jaskier,” Geralt growled, as he remembered that he should probably protest whatever Jaskier had in mind, “what are you…”

But he stayed still as he could feel Jaskier moving and reaching for something. A second later he heard the unmistakable sound of a vial being uncorked and the soothing scent of chamomile filled the air.

“This might be a bit cold,” said the bard and Geralt felt something liquid dribble on his butt. 

“What the…”

“It’s chamomile oil, Geralt, good for irritated skin.”

When he felt not only Jaskier’s fingers, but both of his hands on his butt, he growled, “what exactly are you doing?” 

“Do you want to be able to sit in the saddle tomorrow or not?” Jaskier said as he drew his hands away. 

Geralt’s butt suddenly felt cold and he had to admit that it had felt kind of nice to have Jaskier’s hands there. 

So he mumbled “okay” and could practically feel Jaskier grin.

“That’s what I thought.”

Jaskier laid his hands back on Geralt’s butt and started to gently rub the oil into his skin. He took his time, taking care to cover every inch, gently massaging the sore skin and humming softly.

When the initial embarrassment and uncertainty about what Jaskier was doing with him was overcome, the soothing scent of chamomile, Jaskier’s warm and gentle hands and his humming, helped Geralt to relax. His shoulders sagged down and the muscles in his jaw loosened, and as he was drifting off to sleep, he more felt than heard a low soothing rumble. 

Jaskier smiled down at his witcher, who had been such an angry kitten just half an hour ago and was now purring himself to sleep with Jaskier’s hands on his butt. 

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[ladydimitrescuspet]

Make Me Feel Better - Chapter 1

think of this as a sequel to bubble bath! don’t worry, there will be some flashbacks here and there! I’ve no idea how long I’ll make this so bear with me! hope y’all enjoy this! ao3 link!

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“Y/N, let’s go play!” Elise giggled as she ran into your room.

You were half asleep. “What?” You asked, your voice all groggy.

“Get dressed. We need you to come play with us.” Elise replied before exiting the room, giving you no time to argue.

You sighed as you pushed the covers and got up. It was one of those rare times where you slept in your room instead of Alcina’s. She’d been up late and you’d come to your room to get something but ended up curling up on the bed and falling asleep in a matter of seconds. You knew Alcina had come into the room at some point to find you asleep, but left you in your bed so she didn’t wake you because the smell of her perfume was still wafting through the air. You made your way downstairs to find Daniela, Elise, and Victoria standing by the door waiting for you.

“Listen, human, you’re in charge of the games we play so they better be fun.” Daniela said before she walked out the door.

Elise smiled at you. “Dani’s just grumpy we made her get up so early. Vic’ll help you out with games.” Elise said before she disappeared.

“And then there were two.” You said with a small laugh.

“Come on, Y/N, we’ll have fun and Dani will start to warm up to you.” Victoria hooked her arm with yours and the two of you went to go find Daniela and Elise. The four of you ended up mostly playing tag because it was all Daniela wanted to do.

“Hey, Daniela, can we play something else now?” You asked. You were getting tired of being chased around.

Daniela frowned. “I don’t want to play anything else besides tag.” Daniela replied.

Victoria rolled her eyes. “Dani, we can play more tag later. You told Y/N that they were in charge of games so let them pick the next one.” Victoria said.

Daniela shook her head. “Why are you taking the human’s side? You’re my sister, you’re supposed to agree with me!” Daniela replied, her voice was a little loud.

“Victoria’s right, we can play more tag later. How about we play some soccer? That’s fun and you still get to run around too.” You said as you walked over to her. “I know I’m not your favourite here, but I’m trying to make it work with you.” You said.

“Whatever, human. No matter how hard you try, it’s not going to work. Mother may have fallen for your charm, but I’m not going to so leave me the fuck alone. Do you understand? Stop trying to be my fucking friend. I don’t want you here. I want you dead. Why don’t you fucking understand that? Are you not smart enough to see all of the signs? All of the times I’ve tried to make you fuck up so Mother would turn her nose up to you and let me break you like the fragile little toy that you are?” Daniela practically screamed at you. You slowly began to back away from her, but for every step backwards Daniela took one step forward. “I’ve tried to tolerate you and all of your modern day bullshit, but I am fucking sick and tired of it. Vic and El may be impressed and fascinated by whatever the fuck wifi is but I don’t give two shits. And just for the record, it’s called football not soccer. But then again, you’re not smart enough to understand that are you? You’re so pathetic. Maybe I should just kill you right now. Mother’s not here and my sisters won’t do a damn thing about it.” Daniela threatened. You were honestly scared for your life, tears were forming in your eyes at her words.

“Daniela!” A voice boomed across the field that the four of you were in. You turned to see Alcina standing a few hundred feet away. Knowing her and her super hearing, she probably heard most of what Daniela said. Alcina started walking towards where you all were standing, it didn’t take her long to get there. “If I ever hear you disrespecting Y/N like that again, not only will you lose your tongue but I will ground you for a century. Do you understand that?” Alcina asked.

Daniela rolled her eyes at her Mother. “Like I give two fucks, Mother. Can’t you see what that disgusting human is doing to you? To your daughters? It’s like they have you under some kind of spell that you can’t break free of.” Daniela said before she looked at you. “You will not get away this. Watch your back, you piece of shit.” Daniela said before turning into a swarm of insects and heading towards the castle.

You looked between Alcina and her two other daughters before you started running towards the garden, tears falling down your face.

“I’ll take care of it. Go find your sister, girls. Take her to Mother Miranda for right now, I’ve no time for her and her foolishness.” Alcina said to her daughters before heading after you. “Y/N, dear, where’d you go?” Alcina called out as she stopped in front of the gardens. It was quite huge and she really didn’t want to come look for you.

You could hear Alcina’s voice from where you were in the gardens. A part of you wanted her to come to you and comfort you, but there was another part of you that just wanted to be alone. Ultimately, you decided that it would probably be best to let Alcina comfort you after the harsh words her daughter spewed at you.

“Alci, why does Daniela hate me so much?” You asked as you walked into her open arms. Your tears had dried up, but you could feel more forming as you thought about what Daniela said. “She said that I was a fragile little toy and that she was waiting for you to let her break me.” You said, your voice was almost a whisper but Alcina heard you.

Alcina picked you up and held you to her closely. “I won’t let her hurt you, Y/N.” Alcina replied. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, I promise.” You nodded against her shoulder, her words of some comfort to you. You pressed a small kiss to Alcina’s shoulder as she carried you into the castle and made her way to her chamber’s.  

Once in there she laid you down on the bed. You whimpered softly. “Alci,” You started, not wanting her to leave you, but she cut you off.

“Shh, cel mic.” Alcina said. “Everything will be fine, I promise.” Alcina always kept her promises. That brought you a semblance of peace. It was comforting to know that she would always be there to protect you and would do anything she could to make you feel better.

Alcina walked into her closet to get something and brought out a box, it wasn't small. "This is for later." She said with a small shake of the box causing it to rattle a bit.

You nodded your head and lifted your arms up mentioning for her to come over to you, she did so. "Cuddle?" You asked. Alcina let out a small laugh but laid down next to you in the bed regardless. You laid your head on her left arm and she wrapped the other one around you, squishing you against her boobs. "Nice and squishy." You murmured into her breast causing her to chuckle.

Alcina pressed a small kiss to your forehead. "Do you want to tell me what happened, Iubirea mea?" Alcina asked. You shook your head. "I'm sorry about Daniela." She whispered.

"It's not your fault, Alci. I... I pushed her too much, I think. Ever since I got here, I've just been trying so hard to get her to like me. Victoria and Elise love me, I can't tell you why, but Daniela just hates me. And I can feel it every time we're in the same room together." You said. You moved your head a bit to look up at Alcina. "She only ever calls me human, Al. And a piece of shit. And pathetic." You laughed dryly at the words as you looked back down and started playing with your hands. "Maybe..." You trailed off, you didn't want to finish the sentence.

Alcina raised her eyebrow. "Maybe what, Y/N?" Alcina asked.

"Maybe I should go. I've obviously made Daniela's life and living hell and I didn't even think that that would be possible to do considering the fact that she's a va-" You cut yourself. You heard Alcina sigh, but she remained quiet. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." You said. "I'll, um, I'll be right back. Okay, Alci?" You got up from your comfy spot on the bed and made your way over to the door.

Alcina frowned and sat up. "Where are you going, my dear?" Alcina asked. You looked back at her and just shook your head before leaving the room. You waited outside the door for a few seconds to see if she'd follow but you didn't hear any movements throughout the room so you made your way downstairs to grab your jacket.

"Natalie!" You called out and a servant appeared right away.

"Yes, Y/N?" Natalie replied.

You hugged her. "If Alcina asks where I am tell her I'm in the gardens. I won't be there, but tell her that I've said not to harm you under any circumstances for lying to her on my behalf. Alcina can get angry very quickly and very violent, but she listens to me, sometimes. I'm sorry to put you in this position, but I need you to do that for me, okay?" Natalie nodded her head. "Thank you." You said before letting her go and heading out the front door of the castle.

It was Autumn so it was slightly chilly in Romania. You knew that Alcina would go looking around the castle for you after a while until she ran into Natalie. You trusted the servant more than anyone else that worked there. She'd gotten not too long after you and the two of you hit it off quite well. Natalie wasn't just any servant, she was the Head of Staff. She was appointed the position five months into being there when you and the Mistress of the castle got together, the position having formerly been yours. The thought of just up and leaving Castle Dimitresu and Alcina made you sad, but you kept walking further and further away from them.

You made it into the village before nightfall. You were able to find a room at the local inn in the village. The room wasn't as nice as Alcina's or even your room at the castle, but it would do for tonight. You sat on the bed and pushed yourself upward until your back hit the headboard and brought your knees to your chest. You turned the light off and just stared between the window and the door. A part of you was hoping that Alcina had been outside looking for you, but you knew that she wouldn't enter the village at night, not even for you.

You were still in the same spot when the first crack of dawn started seeping into the room through the window. You hadn't slept a wink, scared that you'd wake back up in the castle dungeons. You knew that that's where Alcina would take you if she got you back, she'd leave you there for a few nights, keeping you in the darkest cell of the dungeon, away from all the creatures that may lurk around in there. She always made sure that they didn't mess with you, occasionally having either Victoria or Elise come down there to check on you. They would sneak food down there for you and wait until you finished it before leaving, it allowed them to make sure none of the creatures got any ideas on how to enter the tightly locked cell.

You slid off the bed and made your way outside. There were a few villagers out there, most of them heading to work wherever they could find it. They didn't take one glance at you, too busy with their own schedules to pay you any attention. You walked with your head down and at a slightly fast pace until you ran into something, into someone. Your heart rate quickened and you closed your eyes. There was no way Alcina had gotten to you so quickly.

"Y/N, is that you?" The person asked. You looked up in surprise.

You blinked a few times. "Heisenberg?" You replied. He nodded his head and you wrapped your arms around him before quickly pulling away. "Did Alcina send you? Is she here?" You asked, glancing around the village to locate the 9-foot tall vampire.

Heisenberg raised his eyebrow. "Why would my si- Y/N, is everything okay between you two?" Heisenberg asked. You opened your mouth to speak but the only thing you could do was break down crying. Heisenberg immediately threw his arms around in a hug. "Hey now, let it all out. Why don't we go to our special place. Would you like that?" You nodded against his chest. Heisenberg turned around and you got on his back. He knew that you were exhausted and would barely be able to walk to the place he was talking about. Just like the first time you'd met him and was on his back, his heartbeat had lulled you to sleep.