#they can’t keep getting away with this 😭

[salemsinss]

18+ MDNI reader is GN but there are some feminine terms.

Part one Gardener!SimonRiley x Oldmoney!Reader

PrivateChef!Price x Oldmoney!Reader

(TW: creampie, breedingkink, jealousy, masturbation, overstimulation, all of these are vague if you read deep into it)

AN: I was not expecting the amount of love my first post got so thank you so much（≧∇≦）

also currently suffering from a UTI, and when I told my partner he was like you have an std 😭 I told him to kys immediately after men are dumb guys (and I chose this voluntarily…)

Anyway wish me luck with my UTI

Oldmoney!Reader like to happily spend their time at home being a couch potato, they already have enough money to put them and the next three generations through life some would they waste their time working when they can take up any hobby they can imagine

Oldmoney!Reader always finding the most unique recipes on TikTok or Instagram and spamming PrivateChef!Prices inbox on all the apps and even iMessage

PrivateChef!Price who doesn’t live on the manors land like the rest of the staff but actually commutes daily to come to readers home, prep food, cook for them, them return to his own home

PrivateChef!Price who does as best as he can to recreate the recipes reader sends him, making sure to do at least one a week, writing down the ones reader likes more and keeping them in a little note pad he tucks away in his apron.

PrivateChef!Price going far beyond readers expectations with every new recipe he tries and convinces the picky eaters that reader is to eat.

Oldmoney!Reader always looking at the new dishes like they are poisonous and vile, wonder just what they where about to eat rather than having price make them their comfort foods

Oldmoney!Reader who likes to invade prices kitchen and sometimes even kick him out so they can make snacks for Gardener!SimonRiley

PrivateChef!Price who is insanely jealous of the brew chemistry between Oldmoney!Reader and Gardener!SimonRiley

PrivateChef!Price trying to find a way to bend reader over the kitchen counter and take them right then and there but has to snap out of his thoughts to not burn the dish he was working on

PrivateChef!Price a food connoisseur but he can’t help but wonder just good reader would taste laying half naked on the kitchen island, back arched as he ate your cunt like it was the most perfect meal he’s ever eaten

PrivateChef!Price watching reader stumble back into the kitchen after seeing both reader and Gardener!SimonRiley disappear into the garden shed for a while, and reader comes into the kitchen clearly having just been fucked

PrivateChef!Price who has words to say to Gardener!SimonRiley, nothing nice of course because Simon got to his bird first when he had been planning and planning just how he would take the most private of reader as his own

PrivateChef!Price having to leave early the day you and Gardener!SimonRiley get freaky disappeared into the garden shed so he calm his own nerves and not kill the other man, but got the hard on he got strains so tightly in his pants as he saw you walk back into the kitchen also made him have to excuse himself

PrivateChef!Price masturbating to the thought of how fucked out you would look from you taking every part of him, picturing how many orgasms he could probably draw from you within a night, while he ate out your cunt, delved his fingers Into you to stretch out your tight pretty cunt, flicking at your clit while pressing on that soft gummy spot deep inside you before he’s spitting on his cock and slipping it between your folds to lube it up before making you take him inch by inch.

PrivateChef!Price cumming so quickly into his own palm but wishing it was deep inside your cunt so he could see you so full of him cum as he fucks it right back into you until that white ring is forming around the base of his cock, and your crying from overstimulation and too many orgasms to count on one hand

[swuspect]

OFF THE RECORD.

“nah, you love me.”

prev chapter?

synopsis: one stream, one confession, and the internet lost its mind—now chris sturniolo is in your dms, and he’s definitely flirting back.

a/n: i literally just woke up from my nap and saw 100 FOLLOWERS??? TYSM 😭😭 it’s barely been a week and i’ve gotten so much love!?! Im very thankful though!! (if you have any requests don’t be shy)

pairing: chris sturniolo x streamer!reader

wc: 887

your fingers hovered over your phone screen, staring at the message like it might disappear if you blinked too hard.

@christophersturniolo what if i got ur number tho… just so u can tell me to stfu properly n all

was this real life?

your heart hammered against your ribs as you quickly swiped out of instagram, checking your reflection in your front camera like it mattered. girl, he can’t even see you right now. get a grip.

taking a deep breath, you went back to the chat.

@yourusername bold of u to assume i’d use my words and not just block u

@christophersturniolo nah u wouldn’t do that

@yourusername u don’t know me like that

@christophersturniolo not yet .. 👀

your brain flatlined. no way was chris actually flirting with you again.

but two could play that game.

@yourusername ur confidence is crazy rn

@christophersturniolo i mean u did call me ur fav triplet so i got reasons

you rolled your eyes, biting back a smile. fine. whatever. you were done pretending to play it cool.

@yourusername yeah yeah whatever. u getting my number or not

@christophersturniolo oh so now u want me to have it??

@yourusername i changed my mind, ur not getting it anymore

@christophersturniolo oh nah ur actually evil send that shit rn

you grinned, finally typing out your number and hitting send.

within seconds, your phone buzzed with a new text.

unknown number stfu

you laughed, shaking your head as you saved his contact.

you - damn. straight to the point huh

chris - well technically u did tell me to stfu first…

you - okay and???

chris - and i’m just following orders. also hi

you - hi

chris - so u free tmrw or u too busy being a famous streamer n all

your breath caught in your throat. was this what you thought it was?

you - depends. why?

chris - i mean if ur tryna talk shit abt me being ur fav triplet i feel like that should happen over facetime

you - oh so ur tryna see my face now???

chris - i already see ur face all over my fyp, might as well see it for real 🤷🏻‍♂️

you flopped back onto your bed, phone clutched to your chest. you needed to scream. maybe kick your feet a little. but not yet. first—

you - alright fine. tmrw.

chris - say less.

you stared at the screen, warmth spreading through your chest.

how the hell did this even happen?

whatever. you weren’t questioning it.

the next day, you spent way too long debating if you should actually call him or if you should suddenly disappear off the face of the earth. you were about five seconds away from ghosting when your phone lit up—

incoming facetime: chris sturniolo

fuck. fuck. fuck.

you sucked in a breath and hit accept before you could chicken out.

“well, well, well,” chris smirked as soon as your face popped up on screen. “look who actually answered.”

“look who actually called,” you shot back, adjusting your phone so you didn’t look like a complete mess. “should i be flattered?”

“depends.” he leaned back against his bed frame, hoodie slightly oversized, curls messier than usual. he looked annoyingly good. “you nervous or somethin’?”

you scoffed. “nah, but you are. i can tell.”

he raised an eyebrow. “oh yeah? how’s that?”

“you keep touching your hair.” you grinned, watching as he immediately dropped his hand from where it had been fixing his curls.

“alright. chill.” he rolled his eyes, but you could tell he was biting back a smile. “so is this what i should expect? you bullying me on the first call?”

“obviously.”

he laughed, shaking his head. “nah, that’s crazy.”

you just shrugged. “you signed up for this.”

“did i?”

“yeah. the second you slid into my dms, it was over for you.”

he tilted his head. “nah, i think it was over for you the second you admitted i was your fav.”

you narrowed your eyes. “you love bringing that up, huh?”

“oh, hundred percent .” he grinned. “makes my ego real happy.”

you rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away.

“you’re not that special,” you teased.

“nah, don’t lie. you definitely got a little crush.”

you opened your mouth, ready to argue, but nothing came out. because maybe—just maybe—he wasn’t wrong.

“see? you’re speechless.” his smirk deepened. “caught in 4K.”

you groaned, covering your face. “i hate you.”

“nah, you love me.”

“okay, relax.”

he laughed again, a little softer this time. “alright, fine, i’ll chill.” a pause. “but i think you’re cool, y’know.”

your heart did a stupid little flip.

you peeked at him through your fingers. “yeah?”

“yeah.” he shrugged, leaning his chin on his hand. “i mean, we did just meet, but… you’re easy to talk to. funny. and, y’know.” he shot you a look. “kinda cute.”

you blinked.

he just said that. casually. like it was nothing.

“uh—” you cleared your throat, trying so hard to play it cool. “well, you’re not too bad yourself, sturniolo.”

his smirk returned. “so it’s mutual then?”

you pretended to think about it, tilting your head. “…yeah. i guess so.”

“solid.”

a comfortable silence settled between you two, the kind that didn’t feel awkward or forced. just… easy.

and maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something really, really good.

.☘︎ ݁˖ @angvl3tears @leprechaunbirthdaygirl .☘︎ ݁˖

[arithealto]

hi :) i watched a boot and took some notes if anyone cares to read lol

victor soda boot notes

* soda shooting gravel at chet from his 🍆 HAHA

* dre steve humping at the socs omg

* trevi sounds so comfortable as pony here

* “oh he wants to see the movie” -trip

* “uh oh uh oh” -chet

* kwp rly changed up his delivery during the first pony jumping

* soda chasing the socs away with the chains 🫶🏼 (i feel like victor made this more noticeable)

* soda making muscles at two bit when he enters with the hubcap lol

* soda and darry arguing at the top of ggah

* SODA KISSED PONY ON THE CHEEK 🥹

* ace doing ballet then yelling “PONYYYYY”

* SODA SHIMMY

* darry telling soda not to give pony a cigarette

* darry just continuing to talk at soda during ggah

* PLS NOT VICTOR GRABBING HIS 🍆 WHEN HE SAYS “GOT A RESISTIBLE CHARM”

* victor seems so confident as soda especially when he’s dancing

* soda pretended to fly like a plane lol he’s so teen boy

* TREVI HIGH NOTE RIFF AT THE END OF GGAH OMG?!

* victor soda is so silly i loveeee

* “how many 🫵🏼 pages is it”

* victor’s comedic timing during the scene before GE is SO GOOD

* the hand curve on “anne margaret is SERVING the hamburgers” is GENIUS OMG

* TREVI GOING UP DURING GE‼️

* steve and paul hella beefing during drive in

* i love daryl’s face when dally sits and moves his leg off the bench

* pony looking at the other socs cuz he’s embarrassed of dally 👀

* “nice shirt” - brill after cherry throws her drink on dally

* paul pushing dally out of the drive in

* emma and trevi were so cutie during icttyan

* trip egging on bob and two bit like their animals omg

* not trip pushing marcia and yelling at her

* pony so sassy with darrel before ritfr

* THE WAY SODA SHOOTS UP WHEN HE HEARS CHERRY’S NAME HAHA

* PLS WHY IS HE 🧍🏻🫵🏼 BAH

* the sneaky dabbing up johnny LOL

* “i WILL fold all of it☝🏼” AHSVUEKW

* soda comforting pony omg

* brent and victor get so close like darry is so intimidating AGH

* the way pony is genuinely gagged when darrel snaps at him

* trevi’s vocals are so strong in this boot omfg

* trip wiping his hands after he has pony in his arms

* brill is so mean to cherry in JFT

* trevi and sky sound sooo good on damd like just beautiful

* brent’s eyes when he’s talking to dally are SO condescending in this

* geez darry looks so defeated just rip my heart out

* “darrel i need yoUUuuUuu”

* VICTORS LIL RIFFS UGH

* SODA DARRY HUG 😭😭

* victor’s voice is just wow

* brent almost sliding off the tire during hth lolll

* victor and brent messing with eachother 🥹

* emma slaying hopeless war as always

* you can rly see pony debating about the rumble at the end of HW

* the way the socs come out during trouble with the light glowing behind them is always such a serve

* OMG DAN PAUL PUTTING HIS RING ON MID FIGHT

* literally always speechless after the rumble idek what to say

* darry is so proud of pony 🥺

* CURTIS BROTHER HUG IM GONNA BE SICK

* WOW TREVI’S BREAKDOWN WHEN JOHNNY DIES 💔

* steve breaking down in ace’s arms

* soda holding pony on his arms😭

* HEAD KISSES 💔💔

* HELLO why did i never notice their little tribute to johnny when they put gravel on the wooden plank i-

* omg trevi’s monologue delivery after little brother was literally heart breaking

* the way soda keeps looking back at darry when pony won’t respond to anything 🥺

* soda breaking down and whimpering omfg goodbye

* can’t get over how good sky and trevi sound together

* trevi pony is so sad i’m gonna cry

* darry looking away to cry will never not destroy me

* finale harmonies have my heart

[holyblonded]

There is not a day when estrella doesn't give anxiety to Alexia.😭right ??

— honestly, alexia lives in a constant state of anxiety because of estrella. if it’s not one thing, it’s another. she can’t catch a break.

— estrella has a knack for disappearing at the worst times. one minute she’s right next to alexia, the next she’s halfway across the stadium, probably chasing after a stray ball or something equally chaotic.

— alexia’s heart has dropped to her stomach more times than she can count because of estrella’s antics. she’s genuinely convinced she’s going to age faster because of it.

— the worst part? estrella doesn’t even realize she’s giving alexia a heart attack. she just lives her life, carefree and chaotic, and alexia’s on the sidelines clutching her chest.

— like that time estrella went to buy plushies and the team legit thought she’d been kidnapped. alexia was seconds away from calling the police before estrella waltzed back like nothing happened.

— “i just saw them in the window,” estrella said, holding up her new plushies with a big grin. alexia was too relieved to even scold her… that came later.

— estrella genuinely thinks alexia is overreacting most of the time. “i was just talking to lucy,” she’ll say, and alexia’s like, “you were gone for forty minutes without telling anyone!”

— during games, alexia’s anxiety goes through the roof because estrella’s always throwing herself into reckless challenges. the amount of times she’s seen estrella go down hard… it’s a miracle she hasn’t run out on the field.

— lucy jokes that alexia should get a therapist just for the estrella-related stress. honestly, she’s not wrong.

— even when they’re just at home, estrella somehow manages to find trouble. last week, she got herself locked in the laundry room “just to see if she could get out.” …she couldn’t.

— every time estrella goes on national duty, alexia’s glued to the tv, yelling at the screen every time estrella makes a risky play. olga has to remind her that yelling won’t change anything.

— if estrella is quiet for more than five minutes, alexia knows something’s up. she’s learned the hard way that silence is never a good sign.

— alexia’s phone is filled with tracking apps and emergency contacts just because of estrella. life360, find my iphone, the whole shabang. olga thought it was overkill at first… until estrella went missing that one time. now she’s on board.

— estrella thinks it’s funny when alexia freaks out over “small stuff,” but she’s secretly grateful for how protective alexia is. even if she won’t admit it out loud.

— at this point, the team knows to keep an eye on estrella just to help alexia out. they’re like her unofficial babysitters.

— estrella swears she’s not trying to stress alexia out. it just… happens. she’s just naturally chaos.

— but no matter how much anxiety estrella gives her, alexia wouldn’t trade it for the world. she loves that kid more than anything, even if she’s convinced she’s shaving years off her life.

[luvingarisu]

oh my GOD!? GWI NAM😫😫 i’m grasping on to any post about my babe

i beg for some like maybe just relationship headcanons or anything to do with him pretty much!! xx

i love ur writing too it’s so good🤤🫦 pretty please x

i’m glad u like my writing! anything for u gorgeous <3

♡ he’s stupid. i’m so sorry but he is </3

♡ he knows that people don’t actually ‘like’ him, and that they just tolerate him, laugh when he bothers someone, because they’re intimidated by him, after all who wouldn’t be? bro literally stood on a kids head and near about crush their skill.

♡ so because of this, he knows he can’t approach you normally, or at least he thinks he can’t

♡ so instead, he kicks your chair, tugs your hair a little harshly as he walks past, purposefully does that annoying thing where he stands on the back of your shoe to make it come off a little

♡ it’s a little odd though, because at times, it seems more like friendly teasing rather than malicious, and you get confused

♡ you’ve seen him treat other people far worse, like eun-ji, so why is he almost joking in his teasing with you?

♡ maybe you feel a little brave one day as ask him what his deal is, or maybe he realises teasing is getting him nowhere with you, but one day, he really fucking reluctantly tells you why he’s being such a little shit

♡ ears red, avoiding eye contact, slouched against a wall with hands in his pocket, tongue poking at his inner cheek after he asks you out on a little date!

♡ genuinely terrified you’re gonna say no

♡ but you don’t! you say yes! aw how cute <3

♡ he’s not overly sweet, or romantic, but as i’ve said in other posts, he does live to please his s/o. not because he’s a gentleman, but to make sure you won’t leave :(

♡ so, keeping it simple for the first date i honestly just think you guys would go to the cinema :)

♡ it’s cheap, gives you guys something to do, and sometimes to talk about after :)

♡ i really can’t see him being very affectionate on your first few dates, not that he doesn’t want to, but i really think he’d be uncharacteristically timid around someone he actually likes

♡ after a few dates he would just assume you’re a couple.

♡ he wouldn’t ask, why does he need to?? you like him, he likes you, you guys have hugged and kissed, isn’t that enough to seal the deal?

♡ only asks when he realises you’re sad he hasn’t😭

♡ “am i not already your boyfriend though??? :/“

♡ “fine, i’ll ask.”

♡ because he likes you, he’s happy to do so, he just really doesn’t understand why it’s needed

♡ he isn’t timid forever though, once he’s sure you’re together for real he’s a cocky asshole.

♡ ruffles your hair, bites your cheek or shoulder, draws on your hand in class, if you’re a smoker will blow smoke into your face when you guys sneak away for a cigarette during lunch

♡ not super publicly affectionate but doesn’t mind slinging an arm around your shoulder

♡ LOVESSS when you hug his bicep instead of holding his hand. makes him feel all big n’ strong

♡ also makes you light his cigarettes for him, something about it is just so hot and he fucking loves it

♡ goes over to your place a lot more than you go to his. honestly, you’ve probably only met his parents once and he likes it that way

♡ i dont think his parents are terrible or anything, but i think he can tell they’re disappointed in him, with his grades and behaviour, so he doesn’t enjoy being at home much

♡ SLEEPSS every time he’s at yours. your bed is his.

♡ runs hot, like furnace hot. the boy is an incinerator so the moment he’s at yours, his shirt is off, he’s changed into joggers and he’s sleeping on top of the covers.

♡ because he runs so hot, no cuddling in bed. he’ll have you on his chest or an arm around you watching a movie, or talking, but as soon as you guys sleep you’re on opposite ends of the bed because he just gets uncomfortably warm😭

♡ if your parents are cool with him sleeping over you’re late for school every time because you just cannot get him out of bed

♡ at school, you’re getting pulled away for the sloppiest make out sessions

♡ he’s such a perv for you, the moment he gets the chance, you’re being dragged to the construction site, pushed against a wall with his tongue licking into your hot, wet, open mouth, one hand in your hair and one on your ass

♡ passes lewd, dirty notes to you in class

♡ once he’s comfortable he’s just horny all the time i fear

♡ draws on your hands in class too, but it isn’t cute stuff, he’ll probably draw a penis or something

♡ special occasions!!!

♡ he doesn’t really go all out, and he doesn’t want you to either

♡ for his birthday he’d really just prefer some convenience store food and a casual date or sitting in your house😭

♡ doesn’t want too many presents, just a few small things, maybe a new jacket or cologne

♡ asks for birthday head

♡ for your birthday, again, the presents are small, but little things he’d know you’d like

♡ they aren’t wrapped, probably just shoved in his backpack or maybe a gift bag

♡ why buy wrapping paper if you’re jus’ gonna tear it open anyway???

♡ doesn’t really care for valentines day, but he will buy you little things like your favourite sweets if you care about it, but he will NOT give them to you at school because that’s embarrassing!

♡ doesn’t buy cheesy shit like heart shaped chocolates or whatever, if he’s buying you something he wants you to actually like it, and he thinks those little stuffed valentines bears look stupid

♡ is ODDLY sweet when he meets your parents

♡ similar to the scene in the principal’s office when he and his group were being questioned about bullying eun-ji, jin-su, and cheol-su, he’s a terrifyingly good actor

♡ “thank you for having me :)”

♡ “the food was lovely, thank you so much :)”

♡ OSCAR winning performance honestly

♡ will ask u to do his homework </3

♡ not really huge on pet names, he usually calls you mean shit to tease you, and actually enjoys when you do it back

♡ he wants someone he can joke and mess about with

♡ but if he does use little pet names it’s probably something simply like baby, and honestly only really uses it in private or when you’re making out

♡ or fucking

♡ lowkey, a surprisingly decent boyfriend, just not super romantic or anything

♡ but he’s loyal, because as i’ve said, he wouldn’t even consider dating someone unless he was super sure about them

[xxnashiraxx]

Reblogging today and @pinkberrytea has decided to honor each line of my fic so guess what ME TOO 💕

If Mavka was made to be loved, then Ofelia was made to love.

Literally ARE YOU JOKING. This is so pretty and RAW I'M STILL REELIN'

Vanilla and licorice

You literally just remember everything. I stg.

Velvety, lyrical cadence of her voice

This is just BEAUTIFUL oh my god. How do I PROCESS

the way her corset hugs the curve of her waist so very prettily, and the way her rounded, ample hips spill off it, revealing a thin strip of smooth golden skin

HOLY CRAP. I. Still cannot get over this whole passage- the way you describe her just has me feral, you've done such an insane job and I can literally visualize this so easily 😭

Sitting up suddenly and turning to face Ofelia with fingers curled tautly into fists stop her knees, the freckles on her nose fading under the now brightening color painted over them.

I love love love how this is worded 😭 It's so pretty!!

How long has it been since she’s been touched with such care? With such love? Has she ever been touched like this at all? No, perhaps not. Not like this—never so warmly, never so tenderly.

🥺 I just wanna hug her

“I can’t resist a cute lass with pretty hair,”

Giggling and kicking my feet, they're so cute 😊

Ofelia thinks, sympathetic discomfort tying a knot in her stomach as she fights the urge to squeeze the other’s rosy cheeks. Although endearing, she can’t help but feel it’s also somewhat sad; it prompts a wave of protective instinct to ripple through her, bringing back long forgotten phantoms, faded memories of the little girl she once was—all she had, all she lost.

This is so freaking sad I stg 💔 They both had some terrible upbringings, and I'm so glad you touched on Ofelia's protectiveness- she is, fiercely, this is very good characterization 😭💕

I’m searching for a little corner in the Heavens, where I can take the one I love I’m searching for a little corner in the Heavens, where we can hide, you and I

Though I didn't recognize it at first because it's in English, when you told me I cried fr. It's in the fic for a reason, Rinconcito En El Cielo is a banger and it's my favorite Ramon Aayla song 🥺💖 Ily

pulling out from the pouch an octagonal wooden tub with wire loops on its side, holding a wand. Placing her thumb under the lid, she thus pops it open, revealing the substance held within—kohl.

I am such a sucker for make-up scenes like this, especially the intimacy of them- this is so sweet and cute and very very on brand for her and I love it so much 😭 Also to think Mav probably never got the chance to have a real friendship as a kid or at least not a genuine one makes me so sad- she's healing now 💕

You’re so pretty I feel like I’m not worthy of touching you. You’re so kind I feel like I’m not worthy of looking at you. You’re so warm I feel like I’m but a withering sunflower, and you, the Sun itself.

I love that you've likened Ofelia to the sun, I try to use that imagery and you've just hit that nail on the head 🥺 Mav's internal dialogue makes me so sad though, poor girl 💔 She's 100% worthy 😭

Raspberries and white tea

HEHEHEHHEEEE I can't believe we both thought of raspberries!! I'm still!!! It's so crazy we managed to keep these strictly a secret from each other, and then activated our neurons on the same thing for the kiss. Twins.

Is she entitled to such bliss? Is a love this simple, this easy, a blessing that is within her reach?

It's so sad they aren't able to meet in game like for real. These lines just break my damn heart.

No; not her, not in this universe, not in this timeline. But maybe—just maybe—a different shade of her, somewhere else, far, far away; maybe in a different world, a different dimension, there is a version of Mavka who gets to meet Ofelia Montez, who gets to listen to her sing, dance with her, make love to her—who gets to be happy by her side. Maybe this version of Mavka also shares her first kiss with the bard during a lazy summer evening; a cherry lip paint-flavored kiss, salty and bittersweet, with hearty notes of sweat and sin. Maybe. But for now, their love and their lives shall remain running in parallel, like unfulfilled promises, ghosts of one another—until they next meet.

AGAIN. FR? This CLOSE? RAW. HURT. PAIN. It's so beautiful but so sad 😭 I love them sm and I actually 💔

THIS WAS SO BEAUTIFUL BERRY MY LOVE 💕 I can't thank you enough for participating in this with me, and for suggesting it in the first place! This was so fun to do, I loved getting to write your Mavka 💕 And you wrote Ofelia so well 🥺 I enjoyed every minute, cried quite a bit, and have reread so many times over these last few days 💗 This is amazing and we will definitely have to do this again!!! Thank you again, my love 🥺🫂

aromatic 💋

If Mavka was made to be loved, then Ofelia was made to love.

Sugar & spice & all things nice; that's what good girls are made of. When a night of pampering is on offer, Mavka is not about to let the opportunity slide—she is more than happy to indulge Ofelia, regardless of what the bard may have in mind.

Named F!Durge (Ofelia) x Named F!Durge (Mavka)

w/c: 2.4k words . spotify playlist . +18 only . dividers

a/n: happy belated valentine's day! this fic was written for the day #2 prompt of ockissweek25! the lovely ofelia belongs to my dear wife @xxnashiraxx, and mav is mine, of course. this is my first time writing for both, so i'm super excited. i’d like to thank the wonderful @bhaal-battle-beer-bard for her description of mav’s signature scent, which i’ve partly based this piece on. thank you for reading, and i hope you enjoy!

( companion piece here )

tags: fluff & angst; heated kissing; wlw

Vanilla and licorice. Warm, peppery, comforting—reminiscent of her innocent sensuality, Ofelia’s scent pulls in those unsuspecting souls droning around her, lures them with unassuming, saccharine mellowness, only to then ensnare each in a loving embrace; it bathes them in sunshine, enshrouds their weary minds in soothing mist. Upon following the bard inside her tent, Mavka’s slight body is immediately engulfed by the inebriating fragrance’s tingling heat—she feels at ease; she feels safe. 

“Er, pardon the intrusion,” the scrawny tiefling mouths quietly, chin dipping down and tail swishing nervously as she inspects her surroundings with large, watery eyes. Ofelia isn’t looking at her—she’s kneeling beside her bedroll while rummaging through a satchel, whose contents make distinctive clicking sounds whenever the items within roll and bump against each other. Though she’s aware Mavka can’t quite see it, the corners of the bard’s rouged lips instinctively curl into an encouraging smile, her chestnut irises twinkling ever so softly.

“Shush, you. Don’t just stand there. Have a seat!” she says, the already velvety, lyrical cadence of her voice canting with a cheerful lilt. Mavka does as told, slowly lowering herself to the ground and sitting awkwardly with her knees bent and pressed against her chest, both arms encircling them, seemingly trying to occupy the least amount of space possible. As she waits, the tiefling watches her companion with a guarded yet captivated expression, entranced by the way her gorgeous raven hair glistens in the candlelight, draping over her shoulders and exposing the slim column of her neck; the way her corset hugs the curve of her waist so very prettily, and the way her rounded, ample hips spill off it, revealing a thin strip of smooth golden skin. By the Gods, Ofelia is stunning—ethereal even, like an otherworldly being—yet striking though her beauty may be, it’s not intimidating; quite the opposite, never before had Mavka ever felt this relaxed around anyone, not really. Squeamish, silly little Mavka for once had found another whose love she didn’t feel like she had to earn—whose love was a given, its existence as certain and as natural as the inevitability of death. 

If Mavka was made to be loved, then Ofelia was made to love.

“C’mon, sit with your back to me,” Ofelia says, beaming with almost childish glee, straight white teeth exposed and eager eyes reflecting the gentle sway of the campfire’s flames. They are both resting on top of a fallen tree trunk, Mavka with her head on Ofelia’s lap, the bard’s elegant fingers delicately carding through the other’s pale pink locks. A guitar sits unplayed beside them—the plan was for Ofelia to serenade Mavka before they went to sleep, but the conversation had quickly steered into an entirely different direction as soon as she’d noticed the tiefling had her hair down.

“N—No, that’s alright…” Mavka blushes, a faint red glow blooming beneath the ashen skin of her cheeks and ears. Ofelia’s grin widens for a moment, gradually softening into a half-smile, and she leans back slightly, shoulders squared and features alight with hardly concealed playfulness.

“Oh? Well, I get it. I guess you don’t trust me enough?” she retorts, moving her eyes away from Mavka’s while still lovingly stroking the tiefling’s hair, voice pitching down in faux disappointment. The bait works like a charm—Mavka takes it with nigh impressive assiduity, sitting up suddenly and turning to face Ofelia with fingers curled tautly into fists atop her knees, the freckles on her nose fading under the now brightening color painted over them.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” The words come out in a jumble, almost bursting from her lips as she flusteredly tries to gather her thoughts. “What I meant was—I…” Mavka stutters, drawing in a sharp breath, her tail thumping loudly onto the tree trunk’s bark. “I trust you. Of course I trust you,” she mutters, staring down at her feet, and Ofelia isn’t sure whether to feel guilty or amused; it’s really hard not to mess around with a gullible girl such as she, after all, not when her reactions are this adorable.

“I know, sweetness.” Ofelia chuckles, holding one of Mavka’s hands in hers and squeezing it reassuringly. “So let me take care of you, okay? C’mon.” She lets go briefly only to then lightly pat her own legs, motioning with her head towards a spot on the ground right below them. After glancing back and forth between the ground and her companion, Mavka at last acquiesces, reluctantly dragging herself out of the tree trunk before kneeling with her back turned to the bard, who loses no time burying all ten fingers between the tiefling’s ivory horns. Their soft pads run down her scalp, smoothing the fine, silken tresses covering it, and Mavka lets out a small sigh, feeling pleasurable tingles tickling the base of her neck; as she involuntarily closes her eyes, relishing the sensation, her mind starts to wander. How long has it been since she’s been touched with such care? With such love? Has she ever been touched like this at all? No, perhaps not. Not like this—never so warmly, never so tenderly. 

“I’ve been waiting to get my hands on your hair since I first saw you, you know?” The bard’s melodious voice brings Mavka back from her daze, but she remains with her eyes closed, yet listening attentively to every word. “I can’t resist a cute lass with pretty hair,” Ofelia teases, watching proudly as the pointed tips of Mavka’s ears start burning bright red again; taking three sections of hair, she then begins braiding them leisurely, purposefully letting her manicured nails gently graze the sensitive skin underneath, noticing how each brush of her skilled digits causes it to break out in goosebumps.

“This feels nice…” Mavka says, undeniable contentedness lacing the quiet tone with which she speaks. Hearing the other moving behind her, seemingly reaching for something, she almost lets her curiosity get the best of her—however, just as she’s about to look over her shoulder, she feels something lightweight being pushed into her hair; then again, and again. Though curious as to what Ofelia may be doing, she decides to be patient, and the two spend the next few minutes in silent bliss, simply enjoying each other’s company.

That until—

“Oh, I need to show you this. Let’s go back to my tent, I have a mirror!”

“Here it is!” The bard exclaims as she enthusiastically produces a hand mirror, instantly drawing the attention of Mavka’s curious eyes; she waits expectantly while Ofelia crawls to her, and once the space separating them has narrowed enough, the tiefling is finally able to peer at her likeness on the other side of the mirror’s glassy surface. “So? What do you think?” Ofelia asks, holding it up so Mavka can better see the braid swept around her neck and over her chest, which she now notices is adorned with small white flowers.

“I—I look… I look like a princess!” she blurts out, lilac irises sparkling and pale face flushing with naïve excitement. That’s just a simple braid though… Ofelia thinks, sympathetic discomfort tying a knot in her stomach as she fights the urge to squeeze the other’s rosy cheeks. Although endearing, she can’t help but feel it’s also somewhat sad; it prompts a wave of protective instinct to ripple through her, bringing back long forgotten phantoms, faded memories of the little girl she once was—all she had, all she lost.

I’m searching for a little corner in the Heavens, where I can take the one I love I’m searching for a little corner in the Heavens, where we can hide, you and I

“Hey—I have an idea. Just a moment!” Ofelia leaves Mavka’s side to yet again stick her arm in the satchel, only this time the object she is looking for is much larger, and therefore, easier to find: a small pouch, which she then brings back with her. “Have you ever had someone else do your makeup?” she asks while opening the pouch, running her fingers over the bits and bobs shuffling around inside it, carefully considering her options.

“Makeup?” Mavka repeats the term a bit stupidly, still a little spaced-out after being shown her reflection. However, before she can formulate an answer, Ofelia finally makes her decision, pulling out from the pouch an octagonal wooden tub with wire loops on its side, holding a wand. Placing her thumb under the lid, she thus pops it open, revealing the substance held within—kohl. 

“C’mon, close your eyes for me!” Ofelia says, taking the wand—an applicator—and pushing it inside the tube. Mavka silently complies, despite her apprehensiveness; once she does, the bard presses the now kohl-covered wand to the arch of her right eyelid and starts gently applying the black powder along the tiefling’s lash line, lightly dabbing the edges with the tips of her fingers to smudge it some. “Do you have any idea how pretty you are? You look like a doll,” she hums absentmindedly after a while, still focused on her task, but letting her gaze wander a little, flickering it over Mavka’s freckled nose, her plump pink lips, the small dimples on the corners of her mouth. It occurs to her that this is the first time she’s seen them up close.

“N—No, not at all.” Feeling Ofelia’s cool breath on her skin as she switches over to her left eye, Mavka knits her brows tightly, that all too familiar rush of blood prickling her ears the instant she becomes aware of the distance, or lack thereof, between them. “You’re the one who’s pretty, really. The prettiest I’ve ever seen,” she utters the words before they can be swallowed, the blood now spreading to her cheekbones and nose bridge. She’s at least grateful she’s caught herself in time not to voice the thoughts still threatening to spill from the recesses of her brain onto her tongue—You’re so pretty I feel like I’m not worthy of touching you. You’re so kind I feel like I’m not worthy of looking at you. You’re so warm I feel like I’m but a withering sunflower, and you, the Sun itself.

“Shush, silly. We can both be pretty.” Ofelia speaks with such gentleness that the intrusive thoughts are progressively silenced, one by one. Instead, Mavka tries to pay attention solely to the smooth glide of the wand over her delicate lids, to the shivers running up and down her body under the inviting heat irradiating from Ofelia’s hand; until she pulls it away, making the tiefling shudder from the loss. “There! All done. Now, let’s see…” When Mavka’s eyes flit back open, she sees Ofelia reaching for the pouch once more, digging through it for some time before grabbing a tiny pot, whose cap she promptly removes. “Lip paint!”

Inside the pot is a glossy cherry-colored paste with a waxy consistency, which Ofelia meticulously coats her fingers in, only to again approach Mavka, who unlike moments ago is acutely conscious of just how intimate this all feels. “Pucker up, sweetness,” the bard says, an order that is obeyed almost unconsciously as if Mavka’s muscles were moving on their own, her mind now trapped deep within the dark pools of the bard’s irises, unable to register anything but the amber flecks swimming around her pupils. 

“Can I touch you?” Ofelia asks, her voice somewhat sheepish as sudden shyness starts to also deepen the olive shade of her skin, giving it a ruddy undertone. In hindsight, she should have asked earlier, but touching someone’s eyes is one thing; touching their mouth is, well, different. Mavka nods timidly, and Ofelia nods back, clearing a lump in her throat. She breathes in slowly, taking in Mavka’s image, her face flushed, eyes wide and lips puckered—adorable. Then, after brushing her own hair to the side, she pushes the pad of one of her tinted digits against the other’s bottom lip, feeling it give in and dip easily under the pressure. So soft… she thinks, trying but failing to ignore the growing need blossoming in her chest—the persistent, nearly painful need to know what Mavka tastes like. Flowery like spring? Sweet like honey? Or maybe something unexpected, something that Ofelia never would have guessed; earthy like a rainy day, citrusy like lemonade. She wants to know—must know, even. 

“Can I kiss you?”

The question is whispered rather than spoken, and Mavka nods again, not thinking twice. Worried that if she waits any longer that will be enough time for them both to second guess themselves, Ofelia decides to cover Mavka’s mouth with hers there and then, cupping the tiefling’s warm cheek with the hand she had been using to apply the lip paint and resting the other on the small of her back. Raspberries and white tea—more fruity than she had imagined, not quite as floral, initially light and mellow, then surprisingly rich. Addictive.

“Hmng—‘Felia…” Mavka mewls, wrapping her arms around the bard’s neck, and in so doing, pushing their bodies flat together; she feels the generous swell of Ofelia’s bosom flush against her own, feels the softness of her curvy figure, feels the warmth of her supple skin. Their lips move in perfect harmony, sometimes with lingering wistfulness, sometimes with greed and hunger. Is she allowed to feel something so pure? Is she entitled to such bliss? Is a love this simple, this easy, a blessing that is within her reach? 

my heart’s an empty vase looking for roses looking for posies and pansies a little color

No; not her, not in this universe, not in this timeline. But maybe—just maybe—a different shade of her, somewhere else, far, far away; maybe in a different world, a different dimension, there is a version of Mavka who gets to meet Ofelia Montez, who gets to listen to her sing, dance with her, make love to her—who gets to be happy by her side. Maybe this version of Mavka also shares her first kiss with the bard during a lazy summer evening; a cherry lip paint-flavored kiss, salty and bittersweet, with hearty notes of sweat and sin. Maybe. But for now, their love and their lives shall remain running in parallel, like unfulfilled promises, ghosts of one another—until they next meet.

brighten up my world, won’t you brighten up my world won’t you let your little petals fall in my clear glass heart

[stuckasmain]

I can’t escape can I? It’s happened again.

I don’t went antiquing and I found some nice sci-fi collections (magazines putting together best stories/most of the years stories into a book) I want to get more into the genre and what do I find on the back?

[his-porous-membrane]

which could mean nothing

[mabaris]

i refuse to believe that the events of inquisition happened in one year because i’m finally reading tevinter nights and it’s a WEEK’S journey through the mountains to get to skyhold. and that’s not even counting travel time for how long it takes to get from the frostbacks to anywhere else. at LEAST a fortnight’s travel, both ways, any time you want to go somewhere. and we’re making that trip dozens of times

[toddtakefive]

thinking about todd and his resolve toward… not quite isolation, but being alone in a room full of people again. he goes along to the study room to sit on his own and do his homework, he sits at the poets table and follows along with what’s being said while keeping quiet, he goes to the meetings at all but doesn’t necessarily contribute (in fact, if you watch him when cameron is telling the story ‘from camp in sixth grade’, you can see that he recognizes it before any of the other poets but doesn’t voice it until they all have). he’s not alone, necessarily, if you want to get technical about it, he’s just lonely, and he’s generally okay with that. he doesn’t have friends and that’s fine, he doesn’t participate in class and that’s fine, he doesn’t have a relationship with his family and that’s fine—he could live without any real connection and he’d have been, more or less, fine.

the thing about when he says “i can take care of myself just fine!” is that he isn’t really wrong, you can infer that he’s been doing it his entire life anyway, it’s that ‘taking care of yourself’ isn’t the same thing as really living or being happy. todd’s an introvert, certainly, and even as he gets closer to the group he defaults to sitting quietly in the background, but he’s also denying himself community out of fear not introversion. todd isn’t friendless because he’s an introvert, although that definitely plays a part, he’s friendless because he pushes anyone that might want his company away. if anyone has every wanted for his attention in the first place. (neil’s unwavering interest in him is unique (even when it comes to the rest of the poets, who are fine with todd coming along and joining the group, but aren’t really hellbent on him being there in the beginning) and his refusal to accept it is a direct result of being so lonely growing up.)

there’s obviously something to be said about the implications of his parents neglect, and the more than likely fact that he grew up friendless, and how those both play a part in in him being so skilled at dodging social interaction/being so avoidant of it, but by the time we see him in the movie he’s all but accepted his fate as being alone his entire life. he’s already accepted being the family disappointment, and he’s already accepted he’ll never amount to anything, and he obviously doesn’t like it, but he’d have managed living with that knowledge without the confirmation that it was all wrong. would he have been miserable? almost certainly. but he’d have managed. he’d done it for that long already, anyhow.

[swedenis-h]

The bots found me again…

[rystiel]

imagine sending your kids to visit their great uncle for the summer because you’re about to get divorced and they come home with a whole ass pig. like what do you even do in that situation

[symbiotic-slime]

I wish my body would stop self-sabotaging for once

[oldbutchdanielcraig]

keep asking people if they want to go see david tennant macbeth with me and they’re like “yeah ok :)” idk if that’s david tennant pussy power or if i just have great friends but either way. david tennant macbeth autumn

[thewingedwolf]

cam mj and angela NEED leah & quinn in this house to take at least one (1) shot at the triplets if they want both a path to f2 and any sort of win equity (well angela is toast but whatever), not getting kimo out maybe benefits chelsie a little but everyone is clearly refusing to think about what happens when they’re on the block or in f2 with one of t’kimobina bc what happens is THEY LOSE

[lanternlightss]

loop ….