#this is the same length as urs i just broke it down :)))

[solar-halos]

i watched speak no evil w my brother and now i need to talk about it. not to make this about race but something that jumped out to me was that this movie would only work with the whitest fucking family you’ve ever seen. let’s start at the beginning

1) we did get there late so idk what purpose dunking on danish ppl served so let’s just skip to the part where they let their twelve year old daughter ride a scooter with a man they JUST met. if some white middle age man offered to let let me ride saddleback on his motorcycle my parents (or at least my dad) would be like hell to the mf no and then we wouldn’t be allowed near him or his wife or his son ever again

2) speaking of his son that’s another reason why the movie would be over before it started. that’s prob more of an immigrant thing though (or like a machismo thing) bc i don’t think i’ve ever been allowed to play with boys no matter how old we were

3) okay actually my mom would have been a little fooled by that british accent

4) oh my god if we went over to this family’s house and the hosts were like “you’re sleeping in the same room as our son! :)” my parents (probably both of them) would be like hell to the MF NO. and then we’d drive back home and go no contact

5) the lack of backbone killed meee. if for some reason we weren’t gone by then you know what would have done the trick? some unfamiliar man being our fucking babysitter. my dad would be PISSED. my mom would be like “a brown man? girl…”

6) the husband telling everyone to swim in their underwear? girl…

7) i’m kinda forgetting the other details so im officially done dunking on white ppl. no offense to agnes bc she was distressed but feigning her period while she was bleeding in the front was like ..?

8) OH WAIT. back to dunking on white people bc if my parents (even my mom!) found me in some family’s BED holy shit. they would not careee about that lady’s sob story they’d escalate shit so much that the hosts would just kill them right then and there

9) also that stuffed animal agnes had was sweet and i love the lengths her parents went for her but my dad would be like get the fuck OVER it girl. and then if i tried kicking the backseat well. haha. let’s just say thqt wouldn’t end well

10) okay but also if i showed my mom those pics i dont think she’d believe me no matter how weird these people were LOL. like she’d still try to leave but i dont think she’ll be like “omg you’re right!”

11) the cheating beat was what rlly did it for me. like if that were my family the movie would be over before it even started. like i was confused why the wife kept saying her man was angry bc he never even yelled at her and the closest he ever came to lashing out at agnes was trying to get her to stop kicking his seat

12) he rlly was so in love with patrick though i thought there’d be at least one kiss between them

13) why did ppl (read: men) in the theatre start BELLY LAUGHING when patrick kept kissing the wife? gross

14) dude. if we didn’t manage to escape once (even tho we def would have… no way would either my parents drive back for a stuffed toy) my parents defintely would have kept driving even if patrick did push their son (who wasn’t rlly his son… but im gonna keep calling him that bc i don’t remember his name) into the lake. like for me my mindset for scenarios like that is “oh well u don’t rlly know how you’d react until it happens to u” but i know EXACTLY how my mom would have reacted. she would have kept driving

15) i do love the wife though. i feel like they were trying to make her annoying but we all need people like her. the food throwing scene was so upsetting (im a sensitive baby) and the husband not having a backbone drove me crazy. actually the husband was pretty much useless even before he broke his leg

16) i hate that uppity “im not gonna stoop down to their level” mentality. patrick literally said he was gonna take ur 12 yr old child as a child bride and u didn’t end it??

[t0mcruize123]

Tom cruise shower smut 18+💋🎀

Yeah this is some of my lighter stuff but still kind of 18+ so proceed at ur own risk😮‍💨

I was standing outside my apartment, the cold air caressing my skin as I breathed in slowly. Me and Tom had been to dinner and had a wonderful night, and now he was standing behind me with an unreadable expression. He’d walked me to my door and I didn’t know if I should invite him in or not. The idea of being with Tom all night was enough to make me press my thighs together with need, but I didn’t want to rush anything.

“I had a great time,” Tom smiled and I felt instantly relaxed, “we should do this again sometime.”

I looked down at the door and then back up at his face. He was staring at me expectantly with a small glint in his eye and a smile. I suddenly felt the strong urge to kiss him.

“I’d love that,” I looked up at him and as our eyes met, I guess he felt the same urge as me. He gently placed his hand on my cheek and leant closer towards me, his hot breath fanning over my lips. My eyelids fluttered as I felt his lips press against mine with a gentle control. As his tongue slipped past my lips I think I might’ve moaned. He placed his other hand on my cheek and drove himself even closer towards me, his hard length pressing against my stomach. My knees buckled at the feel of his size and I fisted his shirt. Without breaking the kiss, I reached back and pushed open the front door. We frantically stumbled into the hallway and Tom kicked the door shut behind him.

Tom finally broke away and stared at me with darkened eyes filled with lust. The corner of my lip lifted in a smirk as I frantically took off his shirt and crashed my lips with his. We made our way to the bedroom whilst throwing off our clothes with an urgency that almost resembled desperation. My back slammed against the bedroom wall as Tom caged me in and devoured me with his mouth.

His kisses trailed down my neck and I whimpered as he licked and teased the sensitive area below my neck. He inhaled my scent and I reached out to grab the waist of his pants. I slid my hand inside and gripped his throbbing member with a small smile. As I moved my hand up and down he cursed under his breath and I moaned at the idea that I could turn him on. I quickly pulled down his pants and looked down at his cock twitching in anticipation. I instinctively bit my lip as I felt myself growing embarrassing wet. I didn’t know if I’d be able to fit him all but I wanted to try. I began to crouch to my knees but Tom wrapped his hand around the back of my hair to stop me.

“Not yet,” he whispered as I slowly stood up and looked at him. His grip on my hair sent shivers down my spine.

“I want you first,” he pulled my head back and slowly licked up my revealed neck. I clenched my jaw as his fingers slowly trained down my breast to my stomach. They stopped just above my jeans and I almost begged him to continue.

His fingers slipped inside and as he graded my panties he smirked.

“Good girl,” he seemed pleased with how wet I was. Tom trailed his fingers to the waist of my panties and slowly slid them inside. He reached my clit and began running circles around it with a pointed finger. I inhaled sharply and squeezed my eyes shut as he kissed my neck and rubbed me harder. My thighs trembled at his touch and I let out a small groan as another finger slipped inside of me.

My head fell back against the wall as he snakes his hand up to my mouth.

“Suck it,” I looked up at him and wrapoed my lips around his finger. He pumped his other finger in and out of my pussy as I bobbed my head up and down on the one in my mouth. He groaned and suddenly pulled both out of me.

“Christ,” he stared at me with a smirk, “if I let you continue to do that I would’ve finished right there and then. What are you doing to me?”

In one swift motion, he pulled my panties down so that I was bare for him. He admired me body for a moment and I blushed under the intensity of his gaze. Stepping forward, he grabbed my ass and picked me up as though I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around him and felt his dick throbbing near my thigh. I nearly begged to feel him inside me but he seemed to take his time as he laid me down on the bed.

Kissing me with teasing slowness, he rubbed my clit and I moaned into his mouth. He moved his knee in between my thighs and quickly nudged my legs open. Gently parting my lips with his fingers, he bent low and slowly flicked his tongue against my clit. I closed my eyes and gripped the sheets as I felt his warm tongue lick up and down. As he tasted me he stuck two fingers inside of me and my back arched in surprise. I groaned as he began moving them in and out of me and licking me with his warm wet tongue. I reached down to his hair and gripped it as I moaned loudly. I was breathing heavily as he crawled back up to my body and pressed his wet lips against mine, making me taste myself. He placed the tip of his cock against my opening and my thighs trembled.

“Tell me to fuck you,” Tom stared down at me.

I bit my lip and looked up at him, “fuck me Tom.”

He slammed into me and I moaned loudly with my eyes closed, “oh my god.”

I gasped as he thrusted in and out of me with a speed I could barely handle. I dug my nails into his back and lifted my hips to her a better angle. He wrapped his hand around the underside of my thigh and thrusted into me deeper than before. I dug my nails even deeper into his back as he hit my g spot repeatedly. My back arched and I yelled his name as my stomach began to stir.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” I moaned and he thrusted into me even deeper and faster. I stifled a scream as I felt myself cum all over him and whimpered as he released into me. His head tipped back and his eyes fluttered with pleasure. Covered in sweat that gleaned in the light, he collapsed onto me and panted heavily.

He intertwined our fingers together, “that was amazing.”

I sighed heavily and ran my hands through his dark hair, “I’ve never felt pleasure like that.”

After a while of catching our breath and gentle kisses, I slowly shifted and pulled Tom off me. Before I could leave the bed however he grabbed my hand with a confused expression.

“Where are you going?”

“I need to shower after that,” I paused and smiled down at him, “would u like to join me?”

His lips stretched into a grin as he moved to my side, “I was wondering when you’d ask.”

I chuckled as his lips trailed across my neck leaving small kisses. Squeezing his hand, we walked into the bathroom and I turned on the shower. His hands touched the small of my back and I shivered as he guided me into the shower. Despite it being my home, Tom was in complete control and I’d never been more turned on.

“You’re driving me insane,” his eyes roamed over my bare body as the water cascaded down my curves. His hair stuck to his forehead in the water and I ran my hands through it gently. He was so beautiful, standing still with the water slowly rolling down the hard planes and musckes of his body.

I dropped down to my knees and ran my hands up and down his inner thigh. He gazed down at me and swallowed hard.

“What are you doing-“ he managed to grunt as my lips brushed over his tip. He twitched in anticipation and leaned his head back against the shower wall.

“Finishing something I started,” I smirked as my hand rubbed over his length. His hips thrusted forward with the need to feel my lips wrapped around him, but I wasn’t going to give in yet. I tormented him by slowly stroking him and licking the tip before retracting my mouth. He moaned out in desperation and fisted my hair in his hands.

“Fuck,” I tried to fit all of him in my hand but was having trouble.

“Am I too much for you darling?” The corner of his lip lifted as he looked down at me.

I quickly took Tom in my mouth, allowing the tip to reach the back of my throat whilst his hands shot through my hair.

“Fucking hell,” he moaned as my tongue swirled around him, “just like that fuck-“

He was huge and I gagged as I tried to fit him all. My hands stroked up and down and I looked up at him with such innocence it made him even harder than I thought possible.

“Please oh-“ he jerked his hips up as my tongue latched onto the head of his dick. The water dripped down my face and steam began to fog up the shower glass door.

“Look who’s good at begging now,” I grinned and quickly took him all the way. My head bobbed up and down and Tom let out a low moan with half shut eyes. The sight of him wet and throbbing made me moan which sent vibrations straight to his sensitive tip.

I licked up him eagerly whilst keeping direct eye contact. His hips involuntarily bucked forward causing me to gag again. I think he liked seeing me choke on his size as he stroked my cheek affectionately.

“Fuck u feel too good,” he praised and I wrapped my hand around the parts that couldn’t fit.

Tom released a shaky breath and I knew he was getting closer. My head bobbed faster as his eyes fluttered.

“I’m gonna cum,” his lips formed an o shape as he released inside of my mouth. I swallowed hard as he trembled at my touch and panted for breath. I swallowed it all and slowly moved my head away from his dick and licked the tip once more. He whimpered at the sensation and pulled me up closer to him. I smiled as he kissed me softly, srill panting from the pleasure and glistening with sweat and shower water. He wrapped his arms around me and looked down at me with a dark gaze,

“I love you,” he breathed, his adams apple bobbing as I pushed the wet hair out of his eyes.

I grinned, “prove it.”

Without a moment of hesitation, he dropped down to his knees with the water raining down on him. Looking up at me with reverence, his tongue slipped out and I closed my eyes. Best shower sex ever.

We laid in silence on the bed, exhausted after a few more rounds of sex that left us both begging, pleading and fulfilled. My lips formed a giant smile as I continued to run my hands through his dark, overgrown hair. His skin was still hot and my thighs were still trembling from another orgasm, I’d definitely be unable to walk tomorow. My lips pressed against Tom’s head just as I heard him softly snoring. I’d had the best night ever with the perfect man who was asleep in my bed, I couldn’t have asked for anything better. I closer my eyes, and wrapped in his arms, I drifted off into sleep.

[prettyboykatsuki]

ari how does one go about buying their first ever sex toy-

my main piece of advice is to lowball yourself a little if that makes sense.

sextoys are a lot like other sexual things where there isnt really a good one size fits all for what you want and sometimes it requires a little a experimentation for you to find a good fit 🫡

if you’re asking me personally i dont really like vibrators as first toys. a lot of afab people / people ive dated find the sensation overwhelming to the point its not enjoyable but you know your own sensitivity best so if you think you can handle it - bullet vibes w multiple settings are pretty affordable and tend to be easy to find good quality. personally it kinda numbs me after a while and i only use it occasionally (normally the bunnyvibe i have)

i bought a clit sucker a year ago and it broke down (satisfyer count ur days) but honestly i think if its your first toy its a good choice. the rose is probably fine but if you’re a bigger person, itll be hard to get suction. clit suction toys are also usually t-guy friendly (tried and true lol) so just a heads up.

after the first broke, i bought a womanizer original like last year and hand to god it was worth the 129$ i spent. i regret pussying out on getting the premium that thing gets the job done. the issue w clit sucking toys in general is that they can be a little on the expensive side for a good quality one. but if you can afford it i highly recommend.

dildos is gonna depend entirely on ur comfort level but theyre all usually about the same. make sure they’re an easy to clean material and if its your first time with penetration (silicone is best imo), don’t get one over 6 inches. 5in is best imo, 4 if you’re nervous. slimmer is also better for the same reason. it wont look or feel like a lot until it’s inside of you lmao. again, depends on your body

personally while i know i said vibrators are a no, i really mean like bullet vibes. i think the best first two would be a bunny vibe (has a part that goes in + a part that stimulates the clit) and that’s because its a good bang for your buck, the engine tends to be less intense so not super numbing, and you get to experiment with multiple sensations without paying an arm and leg lol. if you dont like the vibration you can always turn it off and use it as a regular dildo + rub your clit against the other end and that works well. make sure the vibrator end isnt too pointed it or hard. something rounded and smooth with a little give will be the most pleasant.

i own the lelo soraya which is also expensive ahdbgns. but for a more budget friendly one, i think this lovehoney toy is solid! its about 60 but it has a good length, good battery life, and is comfortable to use. hope this helps a bit!!!

[cruelsxmmcr]

bluemmings​:

“ charlene and jude. ” adela points out for him, might make introductions a bit easier if he knows their names. “ though apparently i know jude… i think i might’ve met him on a night out or somethin’. not sure. ” she probably fucked him but she’s not telling dylan that if she doesn’t need to considering she’s incredibly certain it will not happen again. fucking kim. “ no, she’s not. ” adela counters, smirk on her lips. “ unless you’re just hiding your tough side from me. ” she laughs, brows arching curiously. dylan’s probably the softest guy she’s ever been interested in, not even sure if he has a tough side; but if he does, she’d like to see it. eyes fix back on his at his admission it felt weird for him, her guilt about it all expanding considering she’s only been thinking about how it made her feel weird, and probably made bash feel awful, which makes her feel awful, too. she wasn’t thinking about how her choices would come back to them, not just her. “ yeah. ” she says it quiet, somehow she didn’t anticipate this. she’d come on here to maybe find someone she could play along with until the end of casa, get back to the main villa and try to win; not whatever this is with dylan which is so new to her it feels fragile, like she has to explain herself for every little slip up just to keep it from exploding around her.  “ i guess… i don’t know, mali told you that stuff, and i know there was still naomi to think about and… i kept bash as an option. even if… i didn’t really want that, ‘cause i wanted to be here with you. ” adela doesn’t know if that makes her sound desperate or cruel, if that confirms mali’s whole spiel about a ticket back which adela is trying to veer away from, prove it untrue when it comes to dylan. " i don’t know why, but i thought he’d stick with rhys. “ maybe it was their conversation about how rhys and bash were still so new, a new connection in casa wouldn’t be all too different, maybe she’s just trying to excuse herself for not being clear with him. dylan lifts her chin and her eyes drift between both of his. ” i didn’t want him to pick me, and i’m sorry that was weird for you… but i’ll talk to him today, clear everything up. “ she nods, a false determination since she has to. she usually avoids things if she doesn’t want to do them, like she’s tried to do with this whole thing, but she can’t say one thing to dylan and then do the opposite. she wants this to work, whether it’s out of pure stubbornness or because he makes her chest feel light, she doesn’t know.  ” okay. “ adela’s smile fixes on her lips, leaning in to kiss him gently. ” we’re on the same page. i want to focus on you. “ she nods, kissing him again before he’s tucking her hair away, making her belly do a billion backflips as she looks at him. she doesn’t really know what to say when he mentions naomi, immediate relief streaming through her as pink lips press in some weak attempt to stop her smile. ” am i allowed to say i’m happy about that ? “ laughter barely leaves her lips before she stops herself, a sudden thought on her mind. “ i mean… is that what you wanted ? “ 

He quirks his eyebrow at her words, a little playfully. “Small world. Must’ve been unmemorable if you’re not sure.” It’s almost funny how if it’s not an ex, then it’s a previous encounter, but whatever it is, they’re not exes. After Rhys and Mimi, he doesn’t think he can go through that road again. “It feels like you’re siding with her when you should be siding with me.” He reaches to press a lingering kiss to her jawline. “I don’t advise that,” he adds against her skin before he looks at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You’re going to have to stick around and find out my other sides.” He shrugs, dimpled grin playing on his lips. He listens to Adela, noting the anxious energy she’s letting out. Once again, he appreciates her honesty; she could’ve so easily lied to him. He gets where she’s coming from when it comes to him, with how vague and unsure Dylan had been yesterday, but still, what she’s saying is odd, like it doesn’t add up. "This sounds really unfair to him. I’m confused because you didn’t want him picking you, but you kept him as an option.” His tone remains calm, and he keeps Adela close; he’s just trying to understand. He’s not sure what to do with the information. He doesn’t doubt Adela’s genuine interest in him, she’s picked him again and again, something he hasn’t really felt during his time at the villa, but the information is cruel, especially for Bash who had been under the impression there was something there. He doesn’t want to focus on the past and on what Adela’s done, he wants to focus on their connection moving forward, give this a chance devoid of all the messiness that was following them from casa amor. His own experience there had been messy, too, he doesn’t want to fault her for her own mess when she’s trying to make this work and fix it. “Had he told you that he would go back single for Rhys?” Maybe Bash had changed his mind at some point. "It’s okay. I don’t want to be feeling like this, it’s why I brought it up so we can sort it out together. I want to understand.”

Maybe it’s because he hasn’t had a smooth time so far in the villa or maybe because he hasn’t really felt like anyone was tunnel visioning on him, but when Adela says she wants to focus on him and that they’re on the same page, his smile grows wider. He kisses her back, watching how her face lights up at the knowledge. He knows they’re still very new, but god, he wants to try and make this work. “Wow, you really do want me so bad,” he teases her before there’s a pause at her question. He doesn’t want to involve Adela in whatever mess he’s had with Naomi. He wanted to keep the two separate, and didn’t want it affecting what he and Adela had, especially when it’s still so new and fragile, but he understands that by bringing her back, that meant she is a part of it. “I’m not going to lie to you and say it was an easy break up. It wasn’t. But it had to happen. I knew back in casa amor it wasn’t going to work out.” He pauses again, looking at her. “I did what was right for me. I‘m not going to be an option and I’m done with the dishonesty.”

[wretcheddthing]

If ur looking for excuses to talk about Venali! What were her first impressions of her party members, and how has her opinion of each of them changed? (Gale especially!)

for u. from me. btw. besides the fact it's super thoughtful that you're asking about Ven unprompted, this is a FANTASTIC question

it's all going under the cut :) (also if you have any OCs from literally anything i'd love to hear about them !!! don't matter from what i'm curious about the things you like too <3)

In Order Of Meeting

Lae'zel She appreciated how direct Lae'zel is as soon as they met. No questions asked, they're in a situation and they need to get out of it. She appreciated the brevity and resourcefulness Lae'zel showed on the nautaloid. As she learned more about Lae'zel and eventually Vlaakith, she started to become kind of protective of her but in a subtle way. Sorta like, "Hey not to give you my two cents unprompted but I think probably this whole 'chosen by Vlaakith' thing may not be that good for you based on the whole. Everything about her." Was also SUPER flattered when Lae'zel came on to her because who doesn't love being hit on by a hot githyanki warrior, even if she did ultimately turn her down for the wizard. By end game, I think they're fairly close. Ven would kill and die for any of her friends, Lae'zel is no exception. She was so, so proud of Lae'zel when her quest was resolved and how much she'd learned and grown.

Shadowheart Ven fought demons trying not to pry into Shadowheart's past before she was ready to share. I mean, Ven has her own secrets. She didn't begrudge Shadowheart for having hers. She is very snoopy, though. She was touched when Shadowheart started to open up to her more, and learning her deal with Shar was pretty similar to learning about Lae'zel and Vlaakith. Like, "heyyyy worship who you like I'm not gonna judge but I think probably this is not beneficial to you in any way." and she was right. It honestly broke her heart seeing how all her friends displayed resolve because it never really helped any of them. She also completely ignores how her own resolve is detrimental to her, but she's very much a "do as I say, not as I do" person. Ending Shadowheart's quest hit hard for Ven if only because seeing the change in her as someone with a mission and little else to someone with some sense of self but no direction really started resonating as she started coming to terms with appreciating the magic she was given.

Gale

She likes Gale :)

She has a lot of experience with wizards and was ready to have the exact same annoying, ego-battle interaction with this one before she learned who he was. She was pretending to be a prodigy herself, so she certainly knew of Gale of Waterdeep, former chosen of Mystra. Ven isn't particularly religious herself, but of course has heard just about all she can about Mystra, good and bad. She already wasn't huge on the goddess because it seemed to her that she was just kind of a dick (based on stories told to her from people who weren't active worshipers - thank you Minsc for talking shit about her also. Ven agreed.) Learning of her relationship with Gale, the power imbalance of it all, and the lengths Gale felt he had to go to please her left a very bad taste in her mouth. Try as she might, she couldn't help but be charmed by the guy, though. His hobbies are so domestic, it lines up with her interests Perfectly. He just also has a whole complex because he was groomed by an Actual Goddess since he was a young man. She was pretty quickly entranced by the passion he has for talking about his interests and honestly didn't have any problems helping him out with his little hunger problem because magical items are So easy to come by (also i know my playstyle well enough to pick and choose items i know will never be used. easy gale snacks). Plus, they're both huge history buffs - there is no shortage of topics for discussion between them. He also surprised her a bit with what he approves and disapproves of - his neutrality on some things aligned with hers in a way I personally didn't expect. She was already half in love with him by the time gandalf showed up to eat their cheese and tell gale to kill himself, but it Really solidified her beef with Mystra and want to stabilize Gale, both literally bc of the bomb in his chest, but also mentally. Like noooo don't kill yourself you're so hot (and also important to me) aha. When he chose her over the world at the end of Act 2, she really thought she'd marry him like right then. And Then he was like "oh hey, i can become god! wouldn't that be cool? to be god? i can probably do it better than the other gods." Man, if she weren't head over heels in love with him she would have been Way less tactful about calling him an idiot. She indulged him as far as she could without netting negative approval, but she really had to put her foot down when he started talking like it was a done deal. As far as Gale had helped her come to terms with her magic and its utility, even to some extension the beauty of it, she needed him to find the same appreciation in the mundane. And so they balanced each other out. I haven't actually finished Ven's game yet (i'm going to later tonight ;-;) but I DO know Gale will propose and she's going to accept. Without question. Just in time to see the new epilogue. I'm going to lose it. I'm going to lose it.

Astarion: She did NOT like that guy at first. Not because he's kind of an asshole just as a personality trait, but specifically because his first act toward her was an immediate betrayal (tricking her into thinking he needed help before pulling a dagger on her). Not! Cool! Sure, it was handled pretty quickly after that, but he was on thin ice for a while after. Granted, he didn't like her that much either because she kept offering to help people. She was very, Very distrustful when he tried hitting on her because as far as she knew, he couldn't stand her. It made no sense. I don't think there's a fleshed out convo for it, but Ven as a character would immediately see he's not being genuine and she also would Not appreciate the angle he was taking in trying to get her on his side. Learning his backstory changed things pretty quickly, though. She finally understood the motivation behind his previous actions and defended his autonomy at Every point she could. When he started being like "Hey so this ascension thing.... sounds pretty good for me! No downsides to that, I think" she was like. Hey what's the deal with all of my friends desperately wanting things that are actively bad for them? Sure I don't have a great sense of what's good for me either, but that's different. These guys are trying to kill themselves. In Gale's case literally. I think after dealing with Cazador, they had their first genuine heart-to-heart where they realize that there's no way they're getting rid of the other. They never become Super close, but by the end of the game there's an unspoken understanding that if one needs help, the other would come. They'll never be rid of the other. Silent ride or dies.

Wyll It's hard not to be immediately charmed by Wyll, and she didn't try to fight it. That guy is Dashing. Proficient duelist, superhero backstory, good with kids - what's not to like? He does unfortunately have the same problem as everyone else where he's resolute to a fault, but something she finds refreshing about him is that he is fully aware of this fact. He made his choice with Mizora, stands by it, and would do it again if he had to. Hell, he was punished severely for not killing Karlach and takes it in stride. He is the embodiment of a hero to the people, and she loves that about him. She just also wishes he would prioritize himself even once. Even One Time of his own volition. But since he wouldn't, she helped him shoulder some of that responsibility. She also really felt for him since her situation with magic-granting entities is very similar to that of a warlock. Since she has no easy way to control her issue, she vowed to help him with his. She talked him out of his pact with Mizora, Begging Wyll to trust that she wouldn't let his dad die as a result. And she didn't! She saved them both like she promised she would. She really loves the guy and just wishes the best for him going forward.

Karlach I will never make a character that hates Karlach becuase it is impossible for Me to hate her. Even in a pretend way. Besides, Karlach is another one of those characters it's So hard not to be charmed by. You get this whole impression that she's some murderous devil hellbent on destruction and then you actually meet her and she's just super funny and has such an upbeat physicality about her it's infectious. Ven isn't in love with the fact that Karlach would rather ignore the pressing issue of her heart exploding than think through her next steps, but she also can't fault her for wanting to live as much life with as little worry as possible given the whole Absolute thing. If only there were time to handle both with the appropriate care. Karlach's quest also hasn't been resolved yet bc. I haven't finished Ven's first playthrough, but I don't think she's gonna let her just die. Karlach doesn't deserve that. She actually stands out to Ven in that she needs to fortify her resolve to keep going. I think Ven will admire her greatly for that, despite feeling guilty that it's the only way to keep her alive. She'd wonder if she has the strength to accept her own issues the same way Karlach has.

Gonna go fast for the non-origins characters bc I just realized I wanna see the epilogue so so so so bad which means I’m about to do the final quest with Ven for the first time which is going to drive me up a wall.

She likes Halsin well enough but he had no lasting impression on her other than “man that dude is Huge”. Also she wasn’t as flattered by his interest in her as she was with Lae’zel, but it wasn’t outright insulting like with Astarion.

She really likes Jaheira and they keep up the playful ribbing dynamic throughout. I like to think Jaheira becomes Venali’s confidante. Someone she can go to for anything. Advice, to vent, someone to speak some sense into her. I also really like Jaheira. I really like Jaheira.

Ven also likes Minsc and talking to him leaves her in a better mood. If only bc he says something that no one else in the entire world would ever come up with organically and it makes her laugh.

And that’s what I got! For now! I’ll probably be posting more later tonight once I finish the game and see the epilogue. It might change me as a person.

Edit; I forgot about Minthara I didn’t get her in Ven’s first game but . I’m out of my mind about her so I’m also playing her in another playthrough and bc of patch 5 I’ll have a chance to recruit her for the first time! So thoughts on that Down The Line

[dewdrop-writes]

Hello hello :> I am once again dropping by to say I love u and ur works 💞 I read ur most recent about SAGAU Zhongli and reader and I LOVE IT SO MUCH!! May I request a story about how Zhongli made Liyue recognize the creator? Did he reveal himself as Rex Lapiz again and the ppl were just shocked cuz who knew Rex Lapiz was the creators lover?! I like to think that the creator would call him Morax since it's his name and its kinda more intimate than Rex or Zhongli but they also call each other dear/dearest (with creator persuading him a lot to drop the "your grace" thing and call them by name or petname) I am same with previous anon and you, the Zhongli brainrot is ✨✨

I'm glad you liked it!!! And you are so big brained, those are epic ideas my friend!! Soft Zhongli makes my heart soar - I hope you like this!! For context, this is related to THIS fic

Length: 1. 3 k

Reborn from the ashes

The grounds of Liyue rumbled in discontent as Rex Lapis, the former archon of geo considered his options. He needed to help you - needed to make the cruel world pay for hurting you - but that could wait. Before that, he needed to ensure that the world would revere you. And he would start with Liyue - the very city he had built from the ground up just to honor you.

You.

The way you trembled at the smallest of noises, unable to suppress your flinches at sudden movements broke his ancient heart of stone. He was furious - not at you of course - never at you. He was furious at those who had rendered you into such a state.

With a heavy heart, he knew what he must do. He had stepped down as an archon - but he would take up the mantle for you once more. He would bear the weight of his responsibilities to ensure your happiness. To ease your burdens.

He had sheltered you in his temporary abode as the citizen Zhongli, providing you with the fineries he could procure - but you deserved more.

"Morax," the way you whispered his name late into the night, your cold hands trembling as the lightning crashing in the stormy skies reminded you too much of the foolish electro archon - it molded his name, the name that carried war and bloodshed within it - into something gentle, something lovable.

"Your grace, I will ensure that the world falls to their knees before you," he promised, kneeling before you in fanatic worship as you ran your hands through his hair so gently, so lovingly.

"Morax, my dear - please call me by my name - you have more than earned that right," you would continuously tell him, but he could never bring himself to sully your divine name with his brute of a tongue - you may have called him worthy, you may have given him the honor of your gentle caresses, but he was more than unworthy.

He had so foolishly shrugged off the divine responsibility of his duty as an archon - the duty you had granted him so graciously. He had been ungrateful and cruel in his many long years. How could you expect him to disrespect you even more? He had no right to.

You approached him quietly, as he stood by the window, planning his next move. Your silky robes dragged behind you, a gentle shuffle against the wooden floor as your bare feet neared his figure.

"Morax?" you addressed him fondly, your gentle hand intertwining with his. He turned to you, his honey-colored eyes melting at the sweetness of your voice.

"Yes, your grace?" he asked, eagerly awaiting any words that might fall from your perfect lips, any order for your loyal dragon. The beautiful sound of your breathy laugh warmed him to his core, a beautiful symphony that could not be matched by even the most masterful of ballads.

"(Name) - I've told you to call me that so many times, my dear," you playfully chided him, your eyes meeting his, the happy glint not going unnoticed by Morax. "You may have to tell me again, my dearest grace," he replied, placing a chaste kiss upon your knuckles as he brought your hand to his lips.

You shook your head, a smile still lingering upon your face.

"What were you thinking about?"

He brushed the back of your hand gently with his thumb. "Nothing much - only about how to make my grand return as Rex Lapis."

The clouds above Yujing terrace were heavy - concerning enough to call forth the crowds on the anniversary of Rex Lapis' untimely demise - something only a few select figures of higher authority knew to be a farce. Said figures had gathered around nonetheless - the Tianquan stood gracefully, watching the clouds curiously with her assistant by her side - she had been spoken to by Morax in her dreams, telling her to prepare for a big event - and she had. The entirety of the Qixing was stood behind her, awed by the sight.

Suddenly, the clouds parted, allowing a single spotlight of sun's warm embrace to shine upon the terrace - courtesy of you, eager to give your beloved some of the fanfare he deserved.

Speaking of whom - Rex Lapis burst through the clouds in all his draconic glory, bringing forth a wave of awed gasps - even from the Tianquan, who had not quite expected a return of this caliber from the archon she revered.

He descended - as he always did on this very date until his unfortunate demise, landing gloriously with the ground beneath him thundering. What awed the crowds even more, was the figure perched upon his back, crowned in beautiful gold and amber, looking every bit as divine as you were. Morax bowed, allowing you to slide off of him gently onto the ground.

You had went along with his plans of returning, of allowing him to introduce you to the crowds of Liyue as their divine Creator, but as you felt the gazes fall upon you, you could not help but feel the surge of anxiety wash upon you - reminded of the way cruel eyes and harsh words brandished you an imposter - all too eager to maim and banish you from this world.

Sensing your unease, Rex Lapis, or Morax as you so gently called him - took it as his cue to transform into his more human form - earning another round of shocked whispers as he morphed, his horns and tail proudly on display - the parts of him you had so lovingly caressed and reassured him the beauty of when he himself could not see it.

With a deep, echoing voice, he decided to announce your presence. "I, Rex Lapis, call the people of Liyue to grant the divine Creator the warmest of welcomes," he bellowed, gently taking your hand in his to reassure you that he was there. Your dragon, your knight - he would be by your side to protect you fiercely.

You watched in awe as the nation was brought to their knees, your divine presence and godly aura undeniable as you radiated with joy beside the archon of Liyue himself.

He was not one to deny custom, so he too, fell to his knees before you, holding your hands in his so very gently, his adoring gaze forever focused on your beautiful visage.

His devotion - his adoring and all-consuming love for you was not a secret to the people of Liyue, as long as Rex Lapis had lived, he had lived to serve glory to your presence - what they didn't expect, was the equally matching adoration in the eyes of the creator themselves.

Your laugh, ringing through the terrace, calling forth an awed silence of bewitched followers, the way you stroked the cheek of the Rex himself ever so gently, before tugging him to his feet.

"Morax, my dearest, you're so dramatic," you teased quietly, but each ear strained to hear you nonetheless, eager for anything that you might say or do.

He smiled gently.

"I'm glad it amuses you, my dearest (Name)."

Your heart soared as your name left his lips and quickly, you threw your arms around his neck, seizing his lips in a gentle kiss before an audience of thousands - declaring to an audience of thousands that Liyue - its people and most importantly, its archon, were beloved by the Creator - accepted in all their glory and beauty.

The last of the clouds parted, allowing a warm light to sweep over the nation of contracts - your gentle kiss signing your name at the bottom of the page - sealing your place as the patron of Liyue and lover of the Rex Lapis for all to see.

[theringers]

marked up - charles leclerc

summary: you meet him at a club & take him home, but it turns out you both like to be in charge

warnings: 18+ NSFW, lots & lots, read at ur own risk, rough sex

You were surrounded by the loud boom of the DJ and the sweaty bodies of your friends as you all danced together in the club. You had been vacationing in London and met up with a group of guys at the club.

You had taken a liking to one of them, stealing glances across the room and winking whenever he got the opportunity to.

He walked over to you and held out his hand. “I’m Charles,” he said. “Great to meet you.”

You introduced yourself to him and continued talking. You learned about what he does for a living and where he’s from and you shared the same information about yourself with him.

Later in the night, the club began to get packed with more people. You would think that the crowd would die down the later it got, but apparently it’s the opposite.

He leaned in and whispered in your ear. "What do you say we get out of here?"

You nodded, at a loss for words. You’re never at a loss from words after that much alcohol. He grabbed your hand and slowly led you towards the exit of the club, hoping to not cause a stir with your group.

You pass the bouncer and give him a wave as you leave and start to follow the streets of London. You never knew how beautiful this city could truly be. You were unsure in the moment of whether it was the alcohol in your system or the hand you were holding.

You could tell Charles had a bit to drink as well. You continued to hear him speak French under his breath here and there, even though he knew you didn't speak it. You giggled and looked at him which caught his attention. "What's so funny?" He smiled.

You shook your head slowly. "Nothing. You're cute, that's all." You directed your gaze back down to the sidewalk.

He muttered under his breath again, but this time it was definitely English. "I'm not gonna be cute in a couple minutes now," he said quietly, and laughed.

"What was that?" You asked, hoping to get him to repeat himself so you could acknowledge what he said. Instead, he just shook his head and kept walking.

The streets of London were still surprisingly packed at this hour. Friends wandered down streets and alleyways laughing like this was a regular night for them. This certainly felt like a regular night out for you, but you felt safer even despite your state of inebriation.

Charles looked just as in awe of the surroundings as you did. "Is this your first time in London?" He asked. His hand was still tangled with yours when he began to swing your arms back and forth like a child.

"Yes, actually. And it's living up to my expectations for sure." You smiled at him.

"I'm glad it is. I've been here a few times," he stopped and stumbled over his own feet, almost bringing you to the ground with him.

You broke out in laughter and clapped your hands together as he looked at you in shame. You almost felt bad until he began to laugh as well. Charles stood up, dusted himself off, grabbed your hand, and continued walking down the lit street.

He pointed forwards at a hotel entrance with his free hand and led you inside. The bright lights and white decor shocked your eyes before entering the elevator. He pressed the floor button as you descended up to his room. You weren’t sure what to say in this moment and you could only hope that the silence was comforting to him. You looked around the elevator, seeing things move around inside your eyes and trying to focus. Convincing yourself that you're sober is pretty difficult when you're not.

The door opened and you followed him through the carpeted halls. He grabbed a key out from his pocket and swiped it to open the door. "Home sweet home, baby." He gestured to the room as you walked in. As soon as the door closed, you felt a different energy from him. His eyes looked hungry as he looked your body up and down. You took a step backwards, against the door and did the same to him, finishing your glare at his face, focused on his lips.

"You are so sexy," he said, taking a step forward. His hand found your cheek before his lips crashed to yours.

You turned your head slightly, kissing him back. Your free hands went to his hair, pulling on his locks with need. He tasted incredible, even after a long night of drinking. You pulled his head away from your lips and down to your neck as he sucked on your skin. There was definitely going to be marks tomorrow.

His mouth lifted from yours and he spoke breathlessly. "Are you trying to get me to mark you up?"

You smirked. "Would it be the worst thing?"

He was just as devilish as you were. "Absolutely not." He made his way back to your neck. His hands trailed down your body, reaching the hem of your dress. His hand snaked under the hem and went to your backside. "You have an incredible ass," he said between kisses. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt that intense feeling growing in your abdomen. You pushed him back and took a few steps towards the bed before pushing him again onto the soft white comforter.

You straddled his lap. Your dress rolled up your legs and eventually rested around your waist leaving you bare. His hands found your ass again as you kissed him roughly. He pulled your body closer to him and you began to rock back and forth on his lap. "Shit, baby," he said between kisses. "I want you to ride me."

A smile formed across your face. "We don't always get what we want now do we?" You continued the motion on his lap, grinding harder and faster. You knew you were driving him crazy and it was getting to be too much for him to handle. He grabbed you and flipped you around so he was on top.

"I don't want you to think you're the one in control now, baby." He looked down at you with lust. You pulled him in for another kiss, but he resisted. He backed up off of the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt before tossing it to the side.

His lips found your legs as he began kissing up your body and crawling closer to you. His hand dipped into your underwear as he reached your inner thighs.

His fingers began tracing circles around your clit, sending shockwaves through your body. It had been months since anyone touched you like this. You tried to speak but the only thing that came out was a moan. His fingers lit your body up into flames.

"That's right," he said. A finger slowly found its way towards your entrance before slipping inside.

"Fuck," You moaned.

He followed suit. "I love to hear you moan for me baby." He entered another finger inside of you, hitting you in just the right spot. You rolled your eyes back, being shocked again when you felt his mouth on your clit.

You looked down to see his head buried between your thighs, going to work with intensity. "Jesus, Charles," You threw your head back again. He continued to work your body close while your legs wrapped around his back. You arched your back as you could feel something building inside of you. A moan escaped your lips followed by a few expletives.

His fingers worked inside of you and his tongue lapped around your core. He looked up at you, making eye contact while continuing all of these motions. He might be the hottest man you’ve ever seen in this moment.

He quickly sent you over the edge and you tried to recover before you pulled at him to get on the bed. Again, he resisted. "Baby, I'm in charge tonight." He flipped your body around so you were on your stomach. A sweet stinging sensation was felt on your ass as he grabbed your hips and pulled you up on all fours.

You heard the sound of foil ripping and he was soon inside of you. His pace was hard and rough and he felt so good inside of you.

Your arms felt like they were going to give out, so you leaned your head down on the bed as he pounded into you from behind. A low growl escaped his throat as you felt your head being tugged back up by your hair.

"Shit, you feel so good," he said with one hand gripping your ass and the other holding your hair in a makeshift pony tail.

"Fuck," You moaned, your body rocking back and forth before you began to feel that familiar feeling again. "Charles-" A hard smack on your ass stopped your speech but ultimately sent you over the edge.

He continued to work inside of you before his pace quickened and eventually slowed.

Your body fell onto the bed in exhaustion as he walked to the bathroom to clean up.

-

You woke up the next morning with an arm draped over your side. You turned behind you to see a peaceful Charles still asleep. You didn't want to wake him but your head was spinning. You tried to get out of his grip but he eventually started to stir awake. "Good morning beautiful," he said in a rugged morning voice.

You smiled at him as you pulled the covers up and walked towards the bathroom. You passed the full length mirror, noticing my naked body covered in purple and red marks. Your hair was a mess but somehow your makeup was still intact.  You looked towards Charles on the bed and saw him already staring at you with a smirk on his face. "Look at you," he said.

You shook your head and laughed. "I'm going to hop in the shower real quick."

He promptly jumped out of bed. "I'll join you if it's alright?" He asked.

You nodded to him and started the shower, the bathroom filling with steam. He walked into the bathroom behind you and got a closer look at your body. "I think seeing you marked up by me is getting me hard again."

You turned around and looked at him before dropping to your knees. "Well, why don't we do something about that."

[bumbleklee]

Hi! I love your work and I’ve been binging it for a while! <3 I was wondering if I could have some angst and a broken heart since it seems I like to suffer. ;’) Can I have headcannon with an insecure adventurer reader who’s in a relationship with one of the Mondstadt boys (or just the dark night because I’m down bad since he didn’t come home). They are insecure because while they are a great adventurer, ever since the traveler came, they’ve been living in the traveler’s shadow with everyone, even possibly the readers lover, praising the traveler. The reader takes on increasingly difficult missions, even putting their life on the line since they feel as though they have to prove themselves. In an attempt to stop the reader, the Mondstadt boys tell the reader that they aren’t the traveler, but instead of the good intent behind it, the reader takes it as if their lover prefers the traveler and decides to try and give up adventuring since they realized that not once did their lover go on an adventure with them, but they did with the Traveler. This was long, I’m sorry, but feel free to reject it! Stay safe and healthy!

hey!!! a few little notes: i ended up going with just diluc and instead of hcs, i wrote a little one-shot. i hope you enjoy it and i hope i nailed your idea lol <3 enjoy! (requests are open)  also: u will pull diluc!!! and thank u for ur support :3

before reading: 1.8k words, little mentions of blood but nothing graphic, kinda angsty w feelings of despair (tw?? idk), under cut for length

The first time you realized you had fallen into Lumine’s shadow is when your weekly commissions are given to her. Jean didn’t give you much explanation when she sent you home for the day but you could only assume it’s because Lumine could do them better

The second time is when you were absent for a weekend to clear out Hiluchurls from Wolvendome and when you returned back to Mondstadt to share the news, everyone was preoccupied helping Lumine find her brother.

The third time is when, despite your tireless efforts to protect your hometown this year, Lumine was chosen as the Windblume Star.

You had gone from the Knights of Favonius' greatest knight to a mere shadow. Your accomplishments and achievements felt like nothing when compared to Lumine’s and you became desperate to be known again. You watched your teammates pick Lumine over you, choosing to accompany her on adventures, and your friends constantly chatting about how amazing she was.

And, well, she was.

Lumine was beautiful. She was delicate and soft and fought gracefully, while you often came home covered in dirt or blood. And she was kind - so, so kind. She offered her hand to you on multiple occasions, never once seeing you as the threat you saw her as. And beyond her looks, Lumine was passionate and strong and everything you were not. She had everything you had and more except for one thing.

Diluc.

But when you saw Lumine sitting at the bar in the tavern, sharing a daring story with your boyfriend, you became doubtful.

From your seat on the second level of the tavern, you had a perfect view of the pair. Diluc looked happy - perhaps even happier than with you - and your heart broke. Would Lumine be the end of an era between you and Diluc? You loved Diluc to death and all you wanted was for him to be happy.

The truth was, you were running out of patience, running out of fake enthusiasm and fake laughs and fake smiles when Diluc bragged to you about what Lumine did that day. The constant praises and compliments towards a woman who wasn’t even in the room tore you apart bit-by-bit. You were finding it harder to get through each day as Diluc slipped through your fingers.

When you finally broke your silence, you talked to Kaeya.

It was an accidental breakdown - Kaeya had made a cheeky comment about how his brother was spending an awfully lot of time with the traveler and you just broke down. Realizing the severity of the situation, Kaeya pulled you into his office and closed the door. He let you sit at his desk until you calmed down.

“What’s going on?”

So, you told him. You finally let out the bottled up despair and, frankly, jealousy you had been holding in for the past few weeks. You told Kaeya about how you went from ‘hero to zero’ and how you didn’t even deserve to be a knight anymore.

“If I’m not a knight, I don’t have a purpose,” You said solemnly. “I haven’t picked up my sword in a month, Kaeya.”

Kaeya makes a noise of acknowledgement and urges you to continue.

“And I can’t stand how she’s better than me! I’m the Revolutionary Knight - not her!” Despite your angered words, you’re suppressing panic deep in your chest. “She’s already taken so much from me and she’s going to take Diluc.”

“Diluc loves you,” Kaeya reassures you. You’ve never heard his voice this soft and serious before. “Nothing Lumine can do is going to make Diluc ever stop loving you.”

Deep down, you knew that. You knew that Diluc loved you and planned to marry you one day, you knew that. It was just hard to convince your heart of that. As you stared down at the floor, you heard Kaeya sigh.

“Maybe you just need to show him you’re just as good at Lumine.”

That night, you packed a bag before Diluc got home from the tavern and left for Liyue. You would fight the Cryo Regisvine and bring back Diluc a hoarfrost core. He would see your heroic nature and forget all about Lumine - they all would.

***

When Diluc came home that night to find your absence, he began to worry. You were never one to leave without saying anything so Diluc rushed to the Knight’s Headquarters quickly. He was fortunate that Jean and Kaeya were still there finalizing some paperwork.

“Master Diluc?” Jean asked, rising from her desk as Diluc rushed inside her office. “Is everything alright?”

“Y/N is missing,” He said quickly.

“Missing? Are you sure?”

“Yes! They never go anywhere without telling me,” Diluc continued. He noticed Kaeya avert his gaze and snapped his eyes over to his brother, “Kaeya, what do you know?”

“I may have told them to do something heroic to win you back,” Kaeya said, realizing his idea may not have been the best.

Diluc’s eyes widened, “Win me back?”

Kaeya sighed and explained what was going on with you. Diluc’s heart dropped into his stomach and he couldn’t believe how stupid he had been. He should have been praising you, not Lumine. “They mentioned something about the Cryo Regisvine-”

Diluc didn’t let Kaeya speak another word before he took off. You couldn’t have gotten that far and when Diluc noticed the darkening weather, his feet picked up their pace.

***

A fierce gust of wind made you cover your face with your arms. Out of nowhere, it started pouring rain but you wouldn’t let that stop you. You pushed through the impending storm and made your way down into the cave where the ice monster lived. You gripped your sword tightly as the monster sensed your presence and unraveled, turning the downcoming rain into shards of ice that landed on your skin like needles.

Without much delay, you charged the Cryo Regisvine and landed three hits on its corolla before one of its leafy arms wacked into you, sending you hurdling backwards. Your sword was knocked out of your hand and you struggled to catch your breath.

More sharp icicles pierced your skin and a spray of freezing air coated your skin. Yet, you still managed to grab your sword and stand. Your hobbled toward the monster again and when the same leafy arm came towards you, you slashed at it.

The monster let out a screech and retracted itself before slamming it’s head down towards your body. You dodged the first hit but were caught off guard when the second hit knocked you off your feet. You barely had time to roll away when it slammed it’s head down a third time.

“Y/N!”

Diluc surged forwards, grabbing your arm and forcefully pulling you to your feet. Your sword became lost from your hold and the sudden movement caused the blade to scrape down your leg before clambering to the ground again. A nasty gash was left and you seethed.

He couldn’t even think as he pulled you away from the monster. You had never seen Diluc move so fast. He didn’t let you go until you were both far enough from the cave to feel secure. Diluc’s arms wrapped around your shoulders tightly and you were too stunned to say anything.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

Your mind felt foggy. You tried to open your mouth and speak but no words came out.

“Do you realize how dangerous that was?”

“I just...Lumine…”

Diluc pulled back at this and stared in your eyes. You couldn’t quite match the emotion on his face. “You’re not Lumine!”

His words cut deep and you felt tears soak your eyes. Maybe if your head was clearer and you could actually hear your thoughts, you would have realized Diluc didn’t mean it that way. But the only thing consuming your mind was that he was right. You weren’t Lumine and you would never be Lumine. “I know!” You cried out suddenly, “That’s why I have to go and kill that thing! So I can give you a hoarfrost core and you’ll love me again!”

Diluc only looked at you. His hands ran down from your shoulders to your hands and he brought your left hand to his lips. You heard him sigh before kissing your knuckle gently.

Your wet hair was dripping water down your face in freezing cold droplets. At that moment you felt useless. You weren’t able to fight the Cryo Regisvine and bring Diluc a hoarfrost core. He would leave you for Lumine and there was nothing you could do about it.

“You’re hurt,” Diluc said, motioning to your leg. In your desolate state, you had forgotten about the gaping wound on your leg that was pouring blood. “Come on - we’re going home.”

You were too upset to protest and let Diluc maneuver your body onto his back. You loosely wrapped your arms around his neck and relished in the warmth his vision released. You held onto Diluc like it was the last time you ever would.

The walk back to Mondstadt was silent and when you two arrived at your shared house, Diluc let you down on the couch. You could only stare at your lap.

“I’m sorry,” You finally mumbled, “Next time I’ll finish what I started.”

“There won’t be a next time,” Diluc said sternly, “No way you’re ever going there alone again.”

Your face stiffened into annoyance. “I’m the Revolutionary Knight - I can do it.”

“No, you can’t.” His words seemed cold and unusual but they were coated in concern. Diluc reached up and cupped your face with his large hands. You tried to pull away but his grip was firm, “It’s okay.”

The situation was suddenly overwhelming and far too much to deal with. The tears you had been holding back tumbled down your cheeks and your words were choked between sobs, “Lumine is so perfect and I’m not...I don’t want you to leave me...I know I’m not good enough but-”

He stopped your rambling with a kiss. “Don’t ever think you’re not good enough,” He whispered, taking you into his arms. You hid your sobs in Diluc’s chest as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. Eventually, your cries settled.

Diluc spent the rest of the night dressing your wound and laying with you in your bed. He didn’t stop comforting you until every horrible thought about yourself was gone from your mind. In the morning he would talk to you more but for now, his job was to make you feel strong again.

And it would take a while but one day you would come to realize that you were just as good as Lumine and no one could truly compare to you. Like the storm on that horrifying night, this too would pass.

[sharkbait77]

Lex congrats on your 400 & many more!!! 🕺🏻✨

May I request from Prompt list #1: “It’s pouring rain why are you here?” + Ezra (just because i’m in love with ur Ezra from The Sun Sets With You)

WELL WELL WELL look who is so awfully late with this request (all of them, really 🤦🏽‍♀️) This once knocked around my head for a while, not gonna lie, cuz I wanted to do a fic set in Ezra's universe & I've seen so many done for when he comes back to Reader after the events of Prospect, but I truthfully haven't seen any for before he leaves, so this came out! Once I reread the final product I really liked it so I hope you enjoy! And thank you so much for being so patient! 🥺 And I hope the length makes up for me being so late with it 🥹

I labeled it gender neutral but please let me know if it seems more feminine & I will update! Title & Reader's nickname taken from the song Starlight by Muse (I love & I think the song could actually fit this situation 🙃). I guess you could say they were my muse 😏

Our Hopes and Expectations (Ezra x gn!Reader)

Rating: T

Warnings: Angst, language, food mention

W/C: 3.1k

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The birds chirping their joyful, morning song blended with the warm, golden rays of the rising sun is enough to wake you naturally. You breathe in the air of a new day, stretching your stiff limbs across your large bed; too large for only you, but you haven’t had the courage to toss it and start over with a new, smaller sized one. Will you ever? Maybe. But the days pass with you pondering the option, and they always end with you crawling into that same too-large-for-only-you bed.

As your naked feet hit the slightly cooler wooden floors, it helps you awaken fully, and you rise, stretching out once again as your arms reach to the ceiling, and you sigh deeply. You turn to face the sheets, shaking them out and fluffing the pillows back to neatness, then you tuck the blankets into the sides of the frame until the whole bed is made.

It feels bare to you; only the sheets and a top, warmer blanket across the mattress, two long pillows resting against the headboard. Once you broke the habit of piling on unnecessary decorative pillows and quilts that are only meant to cover the bottom of the bed, you couldn’t find it in you to start that up again. He never did like all those ‘redundant hard pillows’ and ‘impractical itchy blankets’.

The memory makes you puff out a small laugh through your nose and you mark a mental tally on your scoreboard that reads How Many Times You Thought Of Him Today. You shake your head and turn to face your wardrobe, finding nothing to wear in your copious articles of clothing until settling on a forest green Henley from his side of the closet. Tally number two.

You accept defeat on the goal of going one whole day of not conjuring up a memory of him through every single thing you do and move along to the kitchen, breaking out your tea box and scanning through which one sounds most pleasant. You settle for pomegranate cinnamon, a tea that definitely did not mingle with your taste buds at first, but you have slowly grown accustomed to.

You place the kettle on one of the stovetop burners, turning the knob and it clicks until a flame bursts from beneath. While you wait for the water to boil, you grab your teapot, a mug from the cabinet, and a spoon from the drawer, opening your tea bag and scooping some into the infuser nestled inside the ceramic teapot. You reach for the sugar bowl and, to your disappointment, find it empty. Exhaling in frustration, you remember that the item at the top of your next grocery list was sugar. He always did tease about your inability to refill the sugar bowl before it ran out.

Deciding that you wouldn’t be able to properly enjoy your tea without sugar – something you experimented with before and knew since to always add sugar – you begrudgingly conclude you need to visit the market down the road. You leave everything prepared as it is on the counter, turn off the stove, and head to the front door. Once you grab your keys and purse from the entry table, you open the door and stop in your tracks as you look outside in awe at the sudden rainfall you had no idea was happening. The sun still shines and there are no clouds in the sky; it’s as if this strange weather is an omen, foreshadowing that today will not be like any other day.

You grab an umbrella that you haven’t needed for a couple of months now from its resting place and point it just outside your door frame, popping it open and holding it upright as you take your first step out the door. You listen to the rain hitting the nylon material protecting you. The pitter patter creates enough music to accompany you on your trek that it doesn’t make you regret bringing your headphones. You notice, however, the rain begins to fall down harder and you pick up the pace in your steps, hoping to get to the market quickly and return home even faster.

The covered market comes into view as well as the fellow townspeople, just in time as the trickle of rain becomes a downpour. You keep your head down once you close your umbrella, hoping to avoid any mundane conversations to further expedite your trip, though the good natured part of you still can’t help but reply to whoever calls out a ‘good morning’ in your direction. You quickly find the different sacks of sugar and pick out one that suits your needs, rushing to the cashier with payment in hand. You can almost taste the tart of the pomegranate and the spice of the cinnamon dancing on your tongue.

Once you’ve finished your transaction, you turn in the direction that you came and make your way through the market once more to head home. Suddenly, a feeling washes over you, a small voice in your head telling you to look up as you sense a familiarity in the air. As soon as your head is back in an upright position, your eyes instantly catch on the target your instinct was telling you to find: a tall man in a dark coat. He’s turned away from you and you see he has a rucksack strapped to his broad back and he has a head of shaggy black hair.

From this perspective, he looks like any ordinary man, but deep down you know it’s the most unique man in your life. You gravitate towards him, an invisible rope tied around your waist and he’s the man operating the pulley, closing the distance between you two despite your best efforts. The world around you fades away; no sounds of people chattering or coins jingling or rain falling penetrating your eardrums. Finally, you find yourself nearly right up against his back and fight the urge to reach out and touch him for a guarantee that he isn’t an apparition.

“Ezra?” You call out to the man and when he turns in your direction, you confirm to yourself it is your love returned.

“Ah�� Starlight,” he grins, a charming grin, as if the time that has come to pass has suddenly vanished and all is right again. “It’s pouring rain, why are you here?”

You scoff, the excitement of seeing him melting away, leaving anger and frustration at the forefront. For the time being, his nonchalant remark of concern is enough for you to respond coolly.

“I could ask you the same question,” you snark and he’s visibly taken aback.

“I…” He speaks softly, so quiet you almost can’t hear him over the pattering of rain against the tin covering above your heads. “I had hoped I would remember the path to you, my Starlight.”

“And you have,” you reply in a whisper. As of right now, you’re not sure if he deserves a slap in the face or a warm embrace.

The silence between the two of you is awkward, to say the least. You long to run into his arms, to inhale his deep, woody and spicy scent until it’s all that fills up your senses. However powerful that need is, you also feel equally as strong that you deserve all the explanation he has for leaving so suddenly. For leaving you and the life he supposedly couldn’t wait to build with you.

“More sugar?” He chuckles as he points out the small sack you carry in your arm; an attempt to break the tension, no doubt. He shakes his head and looks to the gravel beneath his boot. “You always did wait until the last granule beckoned you to the market once again.”

You catch the small laugh that threatens to exit your mouth; how can someone who knows you so well – who knows all your quirks and habits – just leave the way he did? You try your best to be strong, the anxiety of your next words flooding your mind until you push yourself to say them aloud.

“Well, I better get back home. It was nice to see you, Ezra.” You move past the man, showing him your back just as he did to you some weeks – months? – ago and are barely able to make it two steps away before he calls out to you again.

“Starlight,” his given name for you from his lips in that low, rumbling tone freezes your feet where you stand, but you don’t turn to look at him again. “May I join you? Can I come home?”

“That depends, Ez. Will you stay this time?” You ask quietly as you gain the courage to look at his face.

Ezra opens his mouth to respond then looks around at his surroundings and the people walking close by as they go about their shopping before locking his eyes to yours once again.

“I’ll explain more… Please,” he nearly begs with his eyes, the same look he always gave you when he tried to get what he wanted. You hate that you fall for it each time.

“Fine,” you breathe out and turn on your heels, heading in the direction of your house once again. “No umbrella?” You ask him as you reach the end of the market, preparing to open yours once again.

“I am woefully unprepared, but I’m sure I can manage fine,” he grins and you nearly swoon.

You nod and continue as you were, almost pretending that the man you had dreamed of seeing again wasn’t currently behind you. He dawdles behind your fast paced steps, stopping every so often to comment on the flora and fauna that has changed during his absence, but you don’t wait or slow down for him, chuckling softly to yourself as you hear the crunching of the gravel quickened as he catches up to you again.

The quaint cottage you and Ezra had once shared together comes into view just as the rain begins to dissipate. A light sprinkle is leftover and you decide to close up your umbrella for the remainder of your walk. Meanwhile, Ezra shakes off his coat from the rainwater that had gathered in the material during the walk. You hadn’t even noticed he took it off to use as a cover and you feel a small sense of guilt for not sharing your umbrella. You make your way down the pebbled path that cuts through your garden and to your door.

“Wow,” he breathes out. “The garden has grown so much; so many vegetables.”

“Yes, well… I had to pour my energy into something to stay busy,” you reply, looking straight on into his eyes to let him know the true reasoning behind the lusciousness of your garden. He understands, shifting nervously from one foot to the other and gripping the strap of his pack tightly.

“Come in,” you say as you open the door and step inside, standing in the frame as you wait for him to enter, and shutting it once he comes through.

You walk straight through to the kitchen to continue your quest of tea drinking and notice that Ezra stands awkwardly, like he’s unsure if he’s allowed to get comfortable here without your permission. You turn the stove on once again, the water in the kettle still warm from already having been boiled before. You turn to face Ezra and meet his gaze, a light flush creeping along the tops of his cheekbones when he sees you had just caught him watching you in the kitchen. You chuckle softly and gesture to a chair, offering for him to sit down. He smiles and nods his thanks, removing his pack and setting it, along with his coat, by the door and taking a seat.

“I was just making some tea. Would you like a cup?” You ask, the volume of your voice reverberating through the quiet home.

“I would love some. Thank you, Starlight,” he smiles and you nod, grabbing an extra mug and spoon for him.

While the water begins boiling again, Ezra regales you in his adventures with such ferocity that it begins sounding like he’s reciting an epic poem. The glint in his eyes proves to you where his true passions lie and you pretend you don’t feel saddened by that fact. While you hoped you could live a simple, quiet life with him, the call of adventure to him is a constant itch he cannot seem to scratch in order for him to finally stay. He catches on that his tales bring you sadness and it falls silent again for a moment.

“Is that my shirt you’re wearing?” He asks and your heart drops in embarrassment.

After you tried so hard to make it seem as if you weren’t interested in letting him back into your life, your appearance obviously proves otherwise. You don’t respond, redirecting your attention to refilling the sugar bowl, and Ezra notices you avoiding the topic.

“You redecorated,” he says as he looks around the kitchen and front living space.

“Here and there,” you nod, moving away from the counter and heading back to the stove as the kettle whistles. “Like I said, I had to stay busy somehow.”

“Well, it still feels like home,” he says underneath a smile and you softly laugh through your nose, the statement not seeming as sincere to you at the moment.

You prepare the two mugs of tea just as you did countless times before in the mornings and evenings, a small ritual you both kept to during your time together. Before his head became filled with thoughts of prospecting. Before he left this life for one of greed and betrayal. You shake your head slightly, attempting to release those negative thoughts, and you grab the mugs and head to the table.

“Mm… Pomegranate cinnamon. My favorite,” Ezra smiles warmly as he sniffs his mug. “Surprised to see you still drink it.”

“It slowly became my favorite, too.”

You sit down in a chair across from him at the table, both of you knowing what conversation needs to be had but neither of you knowing how to start it. You take a deep breath, releasing it with the intention to open your mouth and speak, but you chicken out in the end. You used to be able to speak to this man about anything, yet asking him this one little question gives you more anxiety than finding out the answer. Another deep breath.

“So… You’re back,” you finally speak, the tone of your voice remarking it almost as a question. He looks down at his mug.

“Yes, I-I’ve returned,” he replies, though he does not meet your gaze.

“I mean that… Are you finished?” You clarify, heart pounding as you wait for his answer that takes far too long to come.

“Well…” He trails off and you shut your eyes in disappointment. You lower your head as well. May as well rip off that proverbial band-aid.

“When?” You finally mutter.

“Tomorrow,” Ezra replies curtly, most likely knowing it wouldn’t do any good to sugarcoat the situation.

“Damn you, Ezra!” You muster up the strength to yell out, unleashing all the pent up frustration you’ve had at the same time. “Then why even bother showing up here? Just to take away my hope as soon as you give it?”

“I had to see you,” he says, those brown eyes turning down in sadness; a puppy dog gaze that he knows all too well works on you. Although the anger you feel is too strong to hold back now.

“I am not your marionette; you cannot keep me on these strings expecting me to wait around forever,” you say and stand from the table, admittedly a little more dramatic than you normally would act, but you hope the point comes across to Ezra in this way.

“Starlight, please try to understand.”

“No, Ezra, I don’t and never will understand,” you lean against the kitchen sink, supporting your weight with your hands as you hang your head, begging the tears not to flow. “I can’t – I will not keep doing this.”

“Doing what? Exactly what do you mean?” He asks, standing up as well to stand in the middle of the kitchen, getting closer to you while also respecting the space you want between you two. You scoff and face him.

“I mean…putting myself through this heartache. You leaving for months with no end in sight and then just popping back in my life with nothing to show for your disappearance.”

“Starlight,” Ezra begins softly, taking one more step closer to you and you let him. “I am, whether you’d like to believe me or not, doing this for us. For us to be able to live the life you long for.”

“No, Ezra, don’t blame me for that. Don’t pretend you do this for anyone except yourself,” you sneer and it’s obvious on his face that your words cut him. “I never needed any of it; I told you from the start. My life was fulfilled with you in it just as we were before.”

“Starlight, my love, please,” he steps forward, closing the space between you and grabbing your hands. “This one is the winner, I can feel it. And… I promise, it will be the finale.”

“You always say that,” you sigh, feeling the weight of his hands in yours; a feeling you won’t admit you missed. “But I can’t promise I’ll be here when you come back.”

“You always say that,” he chuckles and places his warm palms on either side of your face. “And where do I find you when I return?”

“I mean it this time,” you look into his eyes, your own welling to the brim with tears. “I mean all of it. Of what I said.”

“I see,” Ezra nods in understanding. “Then… I can only hope for your beautiful face to greet me when I land at your feet again.”

You curse the tears that fall from your eyes, a weakness you had begged yourself not to show him during your conversation. You lean into his touch slightly as he wipes the stream from your cheeks with his thumbs.

“Goodbye Starlight,” he says softly, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

He picks up his rucksack and slings it on his shoulder, and you watch him as he steps through the front door and out of your life once again. Your heart doesn’t hurt nearly as bad this time as you watch him walk down the path and you wonder if it’s because you’re used to the pain or because you know you didn’t mean a word you said.

~

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[havin-a-wee]

could u ever do a smutty one where h and y/n had a fling in the best or are just each others occasional hook ups but when h has a date y/n gets like really upset and he finds out so he makes it up to her and confesses his feelings saying stuff like „y're my best girl, y'know that petal?“🥺👉🏻👈🏻 love ur writing beyond words, have an amazing day :))))

Date Night

warnings: unprotected sex

word count: 1.6k

to whoever sent in this ask im so so so sorry it literally took me like two months to answer it i feel so bad but i like how it turned out so i hope this makes up for it!

You shouldn’t be crying. You really shouldn’t. Yet tears are spilling down your face as you break down in choppy sobs, your chest heaving and your cheeks hot.

You have no right to be jealous, and you know that. You and Harry are only friends with benefits, and nothing else. He is allowed to be on a date right now, and it’s not his fault that you’ve managed to fall in love with him throughout the course of your relationship. You met through a mutual friend, began hanging out and then later started hooking up. And while he sees you as his best friend who he just happens to fuck sometimes, you see him as so much more. And you wish that maybe it could be different between you. That maybe he does reciprocate your feelings and if you just told him how you feel he’d tell you he feels the same way.

But as far as you know, there is no chance of that happening. Especially considering the fact that he’s currently at a restaurant with some hot blonde girl he met last week.

Your thoughts are put to a halt when your phone rings, and you pick it up to see none other than Harry himself calling. And as much as you want to decline the call, Harry would never decline yours no matter what, so with a hefty sigh you bring the phone to your ear.

“Hi”

“Hey petal, the date was a bust, all she wanted t’talk about was m’money.” Harry laughs weakly over the phone, and you smile at the news that it didn’t work out. You shouldn’t be happy about it, and it does make you feel guilty because Harry deserves happiness. You just wish he could find that happiness with you.

Lost in your own train of thought, you forget that you’re supposed to be suppressing your tears. Another salty droplet rolls down your cheek and your sniffle.

Suddenly, Harry begins talking again, and that’s when you realize your mistake. “Petal? Y’okay? Sounds like y’crying.” His voice immediately switches from joking to sympathetic and worried, and you can imagine how he looks right now, creased forehead and wide eyes.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” You wipe the tear off your cheek with the sleeve of your hoodie, clearing your throat to try and hide the sound of your throat that's sore from crying.

“No y’not y/n, I know what y’crying sounds like. M’already going in the direction of y’house so m’coming over and staying till’ y’tell me what's wrong.”

The tone of his voice tells you there’s no changing his mind, so you sigh and murmur an “okay” before hanging up the phone.

It took about five minutes for Harry to knock on the door. During that time, you went into your bathroom and attempted to hide the red, puffy skin that had overtaken your cheeks. It didn’t really work, and you were still trying to hide it when you heard him knock. So with a disappointed sigh, you slump over to the door and open it.

Harry steps in quickly, placing his coat on a hanger and then turning back to you.

“What’s wrong pet, hmm?” He places his ringed hand on your cheek, thumb running over the skin that's been reddened from your tears.

And despite the years you’ve spent hiding your feelings, despite the hours you’ve had to listen to Harry retell stories about his hookups, despite the yearning you’ve felt for your best friend since you met him, this was your breaking point. Tear after tear after tear. They flow uncontrollably down your face and all you can manage to do is look up at Harry. He pulls you into him, placing one hand behind your head and one around your waist.

And you just cry into Harry’s shoulder.

You don’t know how long you’ve been standing there, but Harry eventually brings you couch, and as soon as he sits you both down you curl up into his warm chest.

“Y’gonna tell me what’s wrong? Y’don’t ‘ave to, just hate seeing yeh cry.”

Finally, you pick up your head from where it’s tucked into his torso.

It might be the daze you’re in from the emotions swirling through your head. It might be the glass of wine you downed earlier to help drown out the feeling of jealousy. It might be all the pent up frustration from years of pining for someone you could never have. Or it might have been none of those things. Whatever it was, there was something inside of you that snapped. Like a damn collapsing and letting the water topple over and flood everything. The barrier you spent so long building broke in two, allowing all of those emotions to spill out.

“I love you Harry.” His eyes snapped open, and his mouth moved to speak, but you cut him off. “And not just as a friend. I’ve always loved you, and I know that if you don’t feel the same way, things will be awkward, but I don’t care anymore. Seeing you excited to go out with another girl hurt, because all I’ve wanted for so long was for that girl to be me.”

He stares at you. There was a second where you debated getting up and running out of the house, afraid of what his response would be. But just before you could put that plan into action, his lips collided with yours.

Your mouth meld perfectly, soft lips biting and nipping at each other. His tongue slips past your parted lips and twirls around your own. You’re breathless by the time he disconnects, the feeling that you had been longing for sent your mind spinning.

“Y’don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that,” he pants, green irises staring deeply into yours. Without another word, you lean in and kiss him again, this time with more vigor than before. Much to your dismay, he separates the two of you again, however he keeps his arms tangled around your body and holds you close.

“Y're my best girl, y'know that petal? None of those silly girls could ever replace you.”

As your lips touch for the third time, it’s clear that both of you have been waiting for this moment for a long time. You savor the feeling, taking short moments to pause and soak in the feeling of his lips on yours.

Slowly, his hand creeps down the small of your back, but you can tell he’s hesitant to move it down further. But you want this, so you remove the hand that’s stroking his hair and place it on his, moving his hand down to your ass manually. He pulls his lips away, looking into your eyes for a sign of confirmation. You realize what he’s looking for, so you nod vigorously in response.

Quickly, he lifts himself off the couch, placing you on your back and positioning himself on top of you.

“H- please, I want you to make love to me,” you whine. His expression fills with hunger and he reaches to unbutton his jeans, shimmying them off quickly and tossing them to the ground. You can see the bulge pressed up against his boxers, and you reach out to palm him through the thin material.

“Fuck petal, y’gonna be the death o’me, y’know that?”

Harry dives into kiss you, using one of his hands to pull down your soft pajama shorts along with your panties. “Harry-”

“I gotchu petal, I gotchu, don’t worry.”

You assist him in pulling off his boxers, his large erection springing out. He’s huge, but you can’t say you didn’t expect it. The precome on his tip is calling for you to lick it, but you just want him to be inside of you, so you make a mental note to do that sometime soon. He grips the base of his cock, lining it up with your entrance. “M’gonna go slow alright?”

You hum your approval, and he responds by pushing the head inside your tight, soaking hole. Even with just an inch inside, you know it’s going to be a stretch, so you take a deep breath and hold onto his shoulders.

Inch by inch, he pushes himself inside of you. Harry stills for a minute, sensing the discomfort in your demeanor. Luckily, it doesn’t take long for the pain to subside and the pleasure to kick in, and soon enough you are moaning out for him to move.

He takes your instructions swiftly, pulling almost all the way out of you until quickly thrusting himself fully back in. “Fuck!”

Your cries are muffled when he leans down to kiss you, his hips continuing to rock as he pushes his length into you.

The air is hot, filled with moans and the smell of sex. You haven’t ever felt this good in your life, especially when he thrusts in extra deep and hits that special spot inside of you. “Harry- god,”

“Sweet girl, am I makin’ yeh feel good?”

“Mhm..”

“Tell me petal, who makes y’feel like this?”

“Harry! Only Harry,”

“Good girl.”

He slams into you, speeding up his thrusts and colliding his hips with yours. Both of you are groaning messes, caught up in the moment and unable to form any coherent sentences. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, and you know you’re close too by the way your stomach and pussy are clenching. He can feel it too, hitting deeper inside of you to bring you to your climax.

“God Y/N, I love you so fuckin much.”

That was all it took for your orgasm to come crashing down, coursing through your body with strength and fervor. The feeling of you squeezing as you came sent Harry over the edge, his milky cum shooting into your pussy and covering the soft walls.

You don’t know if this means you’re dating or not, or where his head is at. All you know is that you love him, and he loves you. And that’s enough for you.

[corpsedaydream]

Hi! I dont know if you write this, but can i request for angsty-fluff imagine for corpse? Maybe when you’re jealous? Thank u❤️ love ur writings

u ask for jealousy and angst, and i said hell fucking yeah

hope u enjoy! 

word count: 1.6k

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it’s fine

Corpse was ever so charismatic. It was something about him that was impossible to deny. Even when he would get misjudged by people, thinking he may be this intimidating presence purely because of how he dressed and sounded, it would only take a few exchanges of sentences between him and a stranger for them to instantly change their mind and feel drawn to him, instead. You knew this better than anyone, after all, it had been one of the factors in what had made you fall for him so hard and so fast.

The only issue was that, sometimes, he could have the same effect on others and, sometimes, when you caught someone else clearly having some heart eyes for your man, that brought forth the little green monster inside of you. He was magnetic, and as happy as you were that the world was so intrigued by him and he was having all the success he deserved, you couldn’t deny that there was a part of you that wished that magnetic pull only worked on you.

It seemed there were certain days when Corpse managed to turn on this charismatic side of him even more so. Today had happened to be one of those days. It was good, because it was a day the two of you had planned to spend together. But when you went out to lunch and the server definitely let her hand rest on his arm a little too long and said things a little too flirtatious and hardly acknowledged your presence, you started to lose that good feeling.

You didn’t say anything about it, even though you kind of wished he would have figured that him giving the girl a back and forth was encouraging her more and upsetting you further. But you were determined to have a good day with your boyfriend, you didn’t want to start any drama with him.

He asked you if you were okay on the way back to his place, noticing you were being quiet. You told him you were and left it at that, even if you did want to say more.

Finally, in the safety of his home that was like a bubble in which was just for the two of you, you were feeling better. Quality time was your love language and his was physical touch, something you could both give each other with ease when there was no outside interruption. Between the little talks, the exploration of hands over each other, the giggles that turned into wiping tears of laughter from your face and shared kisses, you swore you could spend the rest of your life like this and be happy.

And then the bubble burst.

“Ah, shit, (Y/N).” He began, and the mood between you instantly changed.

“What?”

“They need a tenth player right now and no one else can get online.” He had promised that today was about you. And usually, you would be completely okay with him going and joining in on the streams, often you loved sitting by him and watching him get so invested in the games. Except lately, you’d been feeling at an arms length from him and you hated it. You wanted his undivided attention today.

“And?” You were being short with him, you wanted him to know you weren’t okay with this right now.

“It’ll just be a few games...”

You let out a huff and turned your head to the side, looking away from him. You were being stubborn. You didn’t want to tell him what to do, you wanted him to figure it out on his own, that you didn’t want him to play and wanted him to stay right here in this moment with you.

“You can come sit with me?” He spoke again as you remained silent, seemed as if he wasn’t figuring it out.

“Just go play. It’s fine.” It wasn’t fine.

-

Sitting on your own now, you felt bare without your limbs being all tangled with his beneath the blanket like they were earlier. You had tried to turn on the television to watch something, but everything on just seemed to annoy you.

With a sigh, you pressed your hands to your knees and stood up, walking towards Corpses gaming room. At first, you were going to walk in, giving in to the want that was craving to be by his side, but upon hearing a number of female voices, that jealousy appeared inside you again and you walked away.

It was slightly irrational, you knew these people were his friends, but today had really gotten to you.

At an attempt to distract yourself, you opened up Tik Tok, but all your for you page seemed to be was more girls wanting your boyfriend.

“Fucking hell.” You said out loud, closing the app and opening up Twitter next. But you should’ve known it would’ve been worse on there, Corpse seemed to be trending every day on that app, you told yourself you really should have known better for that one.

However, the next social media app click was deliberate. You knew that Corpse had been reposting stories of people using his song and you decided on treating yourself to some more sweet torture. And sure enough, his story was filled with more girls. Firing that jealousy and insecurity you had been feeling today even more.

“Fuck this.” You announced, standing to your feet and feeling tears of frustration build in your eyes.

Once you had finished gathering your belongings, you were just about to make an exit when that crazy thing of timing pulled a fast one on you as Corpse emerged from his gaming room.

“What are you doing?” He questioned you, spotting your hand gripping the handle on his front door.

Seeing him should’ve made you feel better, but it only caused more tears to well up, so you quickly looked away from him.

“I’m going home.”

“What-no, why?” He came closer to you then and you turned more towards the door.

“Because you obviously don’t want me here.”

“What the fuck? (Y/N), of course I do. What are you even saying right now?” He was by your side now, grabbing your hand from the handle and holding it in his. His other went up to cup your cheek, tilting your head up to face him and that’s when he saw the glaze of tears in your eyes. “Hey, baby,” Worry sparked up in him. “You’re upset...” He stated the obvious and you shook your head out of his grip, directing your vision to the ground.

You thought he might create some distance between you both when you did that, but instead, he did the opposite. He pulled you into a tight hug, one arm wrapping snugly around your waist and his other hand resting on the back of your head to encourage you against him.

“Don’t, I’m going.” You spoke, but your words were meek, you didn’t actually want to leave and he knew that.

“No. You’re not.” He argued back, his arms pulling you in even closer. “I want you here.” He told you and that’s what made you snap.

“No you don’t!” Your voice got louder, matching the movements of you bracing your arms against him and pushing him back, breaking the human contact. He was in shock, watching you with cautious eyes. “If you did, you would’ve spent time with me and only me today. You wouldn’t have left me alone!” You became more emotional as you spoke, a few tears managing to spill onto your cheeks.

“Baby-”

“No!” You cut him off. “Don’t ‘baby’ me right now.” You took a moment to wipe under your eyes before continuing because you knew this next admission would cause you some more tears. “You know how hard it is to compete it with every other girl who’s all about you right now? They’re everywhere, and they’re all so fucking beautiful. I know you see them, I’m not them, Corpse.” Your voice broke into a sob as his name left your lips and he felt his heart break to see you in that state.

He wasn’t sure if you still needed space, but he couldn’t stand in front of you while you cried and not do anything. So instead, he once again brought his arms around you, but this time he scooped you up, encouraging your legs to hook over his hips so he could carry you.

You continued to cry against his neck as he walked the both of you to his room and when he placed you down onto his bed, he was instantly beside you, cradling you against him.

“I need you to listen me,” He began once you had started to calm down, he wanted to make sure you paid attention. “You are so important to me. So fucking important to me, (Y/N).” His eyes were boring into yours and he brought his hand up to wipe the wetness from your cheeks before continuing. “I don’t want you to be anyone else.” He was speaking with force, but it wasn’t aggressive, he was wanting to make sure that you really understood the depth to his words.

“It’s just, everyone seems to want you and I’m just-”

“Don’t you dare put yourself down.” Corpse cut you off before you could finish. For a moment, he pressed his lips to your forehead before moving his face back so he could look at you again. “I only want you. You’re it for me, baby.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“With my whole fucking heart.”

“I love you, I really love you.” You told him, your emotions were still running high, but you were feeling a whole lot better.

“I love you, too.”

[shorkbrian]

HI i love ur blog okokok um but writing for HISOKA???????? yes please like i have so many hisoka thoughts. imagining getting stalked by him bc he thinks ur a powerful fighter and then he just .. jumps you and you fight in some random alley & he just. destroys ur insides . masochistic man of my dreams <33

(What To Expect - blood, stalking, fighting n fucking, NSFW, noncon, sexual assault. Dark content, don’t like, don’t read.)

oh to be a newly licensed hunter, accidentally stumbling across Hisoka’s path while he’s working.

Trying to turn and leave only to get stopped by some fool looking for a fight, leering at you, taunting you, assuming you’re working with Hisoka.

Having to dispatch of the goon before slipping away, cutting off his meaty, groping hands, kicking him in the nuts and bashing his face into the cobblestone before he can even cry out, turning tail and running before any more attention could be drawn to you.

Hisoka has a reputation, after all, and you don’t want to get involved.

Having the redheaded magician suddenly show up at the inn you’re staying at, plopping himself down across from you at the little table in the corner while you eat dinner, playing cards between his fingers.

Having him thank you for lending him a hand earlier, you should’ve stayed longer and helped him with the other goons, he would’ve split the reward with you!

If he notices your blank stare, the one hiding your apprehension at his presence, the magician doesn’t say anything.

Oh to keep running into him day after day, the man making up some smooth excuse for his increasing appearance in your life.

To get that feeling that each run-in with the redhead is less of a coincidence than it seems, Hisoka dropping more and more information about you until it becomes alarming, the Magician smiling at you with faux innocence as he watches your alarm rise.

Finishing your job and leaving town to settle in a few towns over, glad to be rid of Hisoka’s unnerving presence.

Only for him to show up the next day, trailing behind you.

It’s obvious that he’s stalking you, and it’s obvious that he likes watching you run, the young hunter becoming the hunted in a twisted reversal of roles.

Wherever you find work, Hisoka happens to have a job as well, running into you each and every day with a dark twinkle in his eye, daring you to keep playing this little game of cat-and-mouse.

He holes up at the same Inns, pretends to be your friend, monopolizes your time by cornering you in public at every opportunity, rambling lazily about work while he watches you try and figure out how to politely slip away.

You always feel eyes on you, even when you’re certain you’re alone, locked in your room for the night, shutters drawn and lights put out.

No matter where you go, Hisoka follows, and you can’t ever seem to hide. 

He’s relentless in his pursuit, yet doesn’t make any moves to subdue you yet, savoring the chase, the game the two of you are playing.

Oh to get tired of his creepy behavior one night as he follows you from the shadows. You can sense his presence, and it’s irritating, because the only way you know he’s there is because Hisoka wants you to know.

Yelling at him to stop being a pervert, to stop following you, watching you, mirroring your every move.

Only to have Hisoka to disappear suddenly, just like a magician at the end of a show, no trace left behind.

To be so satisfied with yourself, for standing up to the mad man, for driving him off. Walking with your head held high and a proud feeling in your chest.

Passing through a dark alleyway to reach your destination, not worried about anybody jumping you because you have the necessary skills to incapacitate almost anyone.

Oh to be suddenly slammed against the wall, head spinning as you get thrown to the ground, Hisoka standing over you in the dark, teeth gleaming as his lips stretch into a wicked smile.

Having to fight the deranged Magician, trying to cut him and land painful hits to his body, only to be horrified at the subsequent moans each hit draws from him.

Hisoka raggedly taunting you, eyes lightning up as he lets you in on the multitude of ways he’s been stalking you, the things you had noticed, the things you hadn’t.

Like how he broke into your room each night, snooped in your belongings. Picked fights with men who’s eyes trailed after your body, just so he could beat them to the ground, relishing the fight.  Each punch to their stomach, each slice of his cards further solidifying that he was the only one who got to have you.

To ruin you.

Trying to fight back against Hisoka, horrified at his behavior.

Having it draw out, each of you bloody and battered, Hisoka laughing, hissing, groaning in pleasure each time you’re able to hurt him.

The bulge in his pants thoroughly disgusting you.

Oh to finally get knocked to your knees, a razor-sharp playing card tucked underneath your chin, forcing your head back to look up at Hisoka. Having the Magician run his bloody fingers through your hair, before pulling and making you wince.

Having the man use his cards to cut at your clothes, and finding it in you to keep fighting, determined to avoid his lecherous intentions.

Fighting him while he cuts off your clothes, while he shoves you against the wall, while he sucks on his fingers to get them wet before running them over your cunt.

Throwing your head back and hearing a satisfying crunch as you break his nose, but the man only groans low, before swiping at the blood dribbling towards his lip to use it to wet your hole.

Letting out a frustrated cry when he shuffles his pants down, long cock prodding against your ass, feeling the man rut against your a few times.

Redoubling your efforts, only managing to knock him aside and run a few meagre steps before being caught again, strong arms hauling you into the air to slam you down onto the cobblestones.

Trying to bite at his face when he gets too close, Hisoka giggling in glee as he lines himself up, slicks his length with the saliva you spit in his face.

Oh to have him utterly wreck you, fucking you into the gritty cobblestones while you fight him the entire time, scratching at his skin, biting his shoulder deep enough to draw blood, pinching his flesh between your fingers hard enough to bruise.

It only encourages HIsoka, hips stuttering at each painful sensation, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he moans, encourages you to continue.

Having him pound you stupid, until you’re screaming and exhausted, disgusted, drained. 

Having him cum inside you when you yell at him about how he’s a filthy degenerate, a disgusting pervet, a slob, a creepy, sick man that’s fucked in the head.

Oh to have him carry you back to the inn you’re staying at, a blanket that seemed to materialize from nowhere wrapped around your naked, dirty body.

Having Hisoka tuck you into bed, promising to see you again, to fight you again, to fuck you again.

<3

[bookofjudith]

Hey! Been obsessed with Casimir Pulaski Day since i first heard it waay back in 2015 and it broke my heart and reassembled it in a way so it'd never be the same!!! good to see someone equally obsessed w/ it <3 what are your thoughts on the demo! some of the small lyrical differences broke me for a second time! love ur blog xoxox have a good one

Anon. Anon I have never listened to the demo version . I have listened to every live version I could find, a good deal of covers, but I have never listened to the demo. thanks for making cry xx

immediate thoughts on the lyrics changes: the change from "michael's house" to "your mother's house" is fascinating, because my concept of the song was always that Sufjan's friend's mother is dead. (this is extrapolated purely from "the picture of your mother" and "your father cried on the telephone".)

Some of the other lyric changes I think make the song sound less clunky/pack more punch in the studio version (ex: I thought that you were breathing -> I thought I saw you breathing; with my shirt untucked and my shoes untied -> with my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied)

lastly re: lyric changes.

what a fascinating verse to take out completely. In the studio version this is replaced with the "all the glory when you ran outside/ with your shirt tucked in/ and your shoes untied/ and you told me not to follow you" But this is one is so. I have talked at length about the latent anger towards God in the last verse of CPD (he takes and he takes and he takes) but this takes it from latent, passive, potential, to absolutely aggressive. Sufjan isn't just devastated, he's fucking furious!! I could pull his hair and kick him in the face!!

Alternatively, this could imply a bad relationship between Sufjan's friend and their father, which, frankly, given the last few verses of the song, I would interpret as being about god anyways.

Lastly, re: changes to instrumentals and cadence. I love the soft, iphone voice memo feeling to the this. the imperfection that makes me love the iphone demo version of john my beloved over the studio version. however, in the case of casimir pulaski, I think the addition of more instruments gradually as the song goes on in the studio version has a hand up. With every verse, more instruments are added, which creates this feeling of build up towards something, and then quiets down immensely for the "and he takes and he takes and he takes" before picking right back up again with the instrumentals!! I think it adds so much to the studio version that I do prefer that.

all in all, loved this. thanks anon xx.

[sjmsstuff]

Nesta’s Control

Warnings: major NSFW, small bit of swearing

A/N: so fun story, this was an untitled document for a while and I literally almost sent it to my construction studies teacher instead of my homework. Fair to say, my heart fell out of my ass, but it’s fine because I didn’t! Anywayyy I wrote this while drunk and it’s just pure smut like get ur holy water kids because this needs it. Not the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written but definitely the dirtiest I’m prepared to put on a public forum. Bit of dirty talk, bit of wing play, lots of edging. Enjoy this 2.5k of smut x

Cassian was naturally quite controlling and demanding in bed. And Nesta adored it, cauldron, she thrives off it, but she was also well aware of the effect she had on him.

She could see it in the final throes of pleasure when that mask cracked and pure desperation broke through as he seemed to forget everything but pleasure.

She lived for those moments when the general came out to play. Now she wanted to see the General beg.

Her plan was simple, since they were mated almost a year ago, they slept in the same bed and fucked at least once a day.

Nesta intended to keep him at arms length for several days and see how it affected him, it would be hard to pull off, both pragmatically and a test to her own will. But she knew the pay off would be worth it.

Nesta picked her days wisely. This week she was teaching a new group of priestesses and leading them in Valkyrie exercises. She knew how worked up Cassian got when she was barking commands at the women.

However, she successfully evaded her mate by eating dinner with Gwyn in the library and pretending to be asleep when he entered their room later in the evening.

The next morning she ensured he was awake and watching her as she dressed. Making a show of braiding her hair, knowing how much he enjoyed pulling it, and gliding on her leathers, knowing how much he enjoyed tearing them off her.

He looked inclined to do as much but she kept her scent hidden, kissed him lightly before dancing out of the room.

Cassian was on edge all morning at training, but Nesta pretended not to notice.

Cass was called away to a meeting with Rhys that evening and returned late into the night, to find his mate again asleep in bed. Except this time the sheets were covered in the scent of her pleasure. Nesta had ensured he would be well aware of what she had been doing while he was gone. He groaned at the thought of her.

Creamy thighs spread wide as she got herself off to the thought of them together. She probably bit that plump bottom lip of hers to keep those sweet moans quiet. She probably failed and groaned aloud as she finished. Then promptly fell asleep apparently.

Cassian had never despised his brother so much.

The next morning Nesta left before Cassian could even stir, not trusting herself to be near him when he was half asleep and likely to drag her back to bed.

She could barely look at him all during training and fled to meet her sister at the river house with out even changing out of her leathers. She wouldn’t put it past Cassian to swoop out of the sky and have his wicked way with her. Though she would undoubtedly immensely enjoy it, it would be detrimental to her plan.

Feyre, noting her distraction, had questioned her but Nesta changed the subject quickly. She had grown close with Feyre over the past year but this wasn’t exactly a conversation she wanted to have with her sister.

The high lady invited her to dinner and Nesta accepted gratefully. Knowing Cassian was in the House, probably eating dinner alone made her heart ache but she would make it up to him. Tonight was his final night of torment and she would make it all worth it.

But first she needed her sister’s help.

“Feyre, can you do me favour, no questions asked?”

The high lady looked mildly concerned, “You didn’t kill Mor did you?”

“No,” Nesta chuckled. “I need you to get Cass out of the house for the next few hours”

“Why?” Feyre asked.

Nesta stayed silent but her reddened cheeks gave it all away.

“Oh cauldron it’s a sex thing, isn’t it? Never mind, don’t answer that. Yes I’ll tell him I need help with … I’ll think of something ”

Nesta was saved further embarrassment by Rhys who had arrived to escort her back to the House.

Cassian was indeed gone when Nesta arrived home and not knowing how long she had, she quickly bathed, brushed out her hair and dressed in a short red nightgown that had previously brought Cassian to his knees.

She had just settled herself in, pretending to be asleep when she felt his presence coming down the hall. Every part of her yearned to leap up and greet him at the door, preferably on all fours, but she remained where she was.

Cass entered the room and stopped short at the sight of his mate in bed, hair fanning around her and wearing a nightgown the same shade as his siphons.

Nesta knew he was too much of a gentleman to wake her up but through their bond she could tell he needed release. He stripped off his leathers and water ran from the bathing room.

Minutes later, the bed shifted next to her and her mate planted a kiss on her head, then stopped short.

She had positioned the blankets perfectly so that from this angle he had a view straight to the swell of her breasts. He groaned and Nesta felt the force of a pure warrior focused on her.

It took all of Nesta’s willpower not to move as he reached down and gripped himself. It was not uncommon for them to pleasure themselves if one woke up, however usually the other woke soon after and joined them.

It took all of Nesta’s control not to leap around and ride him into the mattress but she kept her scent hidden and thought of all the ways she would rip those groans from him.

Nesta knew he wouldn’t be sated, not by his own hand. It may have provided a temporary release but Cauldron, he would be desperate for her.

His moans were fire to her blood as he finished into his hand and stepped into the bathing room to clean up.

Nesta loosed a breath, stilling again as he came back into the room, lay down next to her and tucked her into his side. She fell asleep to thought of him driving deep into her over and over.

Nesta dressed in her tightest leathers the next morning and may shouted at her troops more than strictly necessary, but Cassian was so distracted Az dragged him to the ground twice.

When they finished for the morning Cassian took her by the arm and dragged her into the house. The scent of his arousal was intoxicating.

The second they got inside the House he had her pinned against the wall, tongue down her throat, that long, hard length pressed against her.

She almost lost it then but she was so close, just a few more minutes and this would all be worth it. She lightly shoved him back but he didn’t move just continued to grind himself against her. Their leathers sliding easily and not providing nearly enough friction.

Nesta shucked off her top, knowing he would want to see her. He leaned back to drink his fill of her breasts and she took her chance.

Nesta threw her leathers to the ground and as he leant down to mouth her tits, she ducked.

Nesta went under his arm and sprinted down the hall, laughing as she heard him tearing after her. She leapt onto the bed and turned just in time to see his frame filling the doorway, wings splayed wide, eyes wholly black.

She was going to devour him.

He tore off his jacket as he approached her, then reached for her leggings. She took her opportunity. Faster than he could react, she flipped him over, pinning him to the bed, their bare chests against each other.

Nesta grabbed his hand, tying it to the middle of the bedframe with a loose piece of fabric they kept for this exact purpose. Though usually it was Nesta tied up and aching.

She left his other hand loose, knowing he’d have need of it.

“Minx” his eyes flashed, “what are you up to, my sweet thing?”

She kissed his chest them slid his leathers off his legs, leaving him wholly naked, “something you’re going to despise and ultimately adore.”

Tanned skin, dark wings spread and glowing eyes, he looked like a dream made flesh.

A filthy dream filled with hot mouths and grasping hands.

That would come later.

For now she stepped off the bed and turned her back to him. Bending over she stripped off her leggings.

She was already soaked and from the low groan behind her, Cassian was aware of that fact.

He was gripping himself when she turned back to him. Boldly pumping, his eyes fixed on her glistening apex.

She crawled towards him and leaned up to whisper softly in his ear, “Stop now sweetheart, or you won’t touch me for another week”

It seemed to take all of Cassian’s 400 years of strength to move his hand away from his throbbing cock but he reached for Nesta instead.

She let him smooth his hand down her face to her chest and cup her breast.

He flicked her nipple and leaned forward to take it in his teeth and it was Nesta’s turn to gather her willpower.

“Not allowed touch me either, darling” she said sweetly, moving away.

Cassian’s hand tangled with the bed sheets, muscled forearm straining as she spread her legs.

Cassian gritted his teeth, transfixed as Nesta trailed a hand down her torso.

That hand blazed a path lower till it reached where she was aching most.

She dipped two fingers into herself, gathering the wetness there and swirling it around.

Cassians hand strained against its binding, cloth biting into his wrist.

“You look so good spread out like that,” she moans, fingers plunging in over and over, deeper and deeper. “I can’t help but do this every time I think about you with your cock out.”

She wasn’t sure he was breathing.

“I need to do this every time you’re near but I can’t have you in me.”

Her legs jerked, she was nearing the edge but she needed something else.

“Touch yourself” she moaned out. “pleasure yourself to the sight of me.”

He almost sagged in relief. He gripped his reddened length in one hand roughly.

Cauldron, he was hot.

She was so close and he knew it too.

“Nesta,”he growled in warning.

She was aware of how much he needed to be the reason she came, but she also didn’t care. Seeing him hard and needy like that, tugging harshly at his thick cock.

She arched suddenly and came, hard.

As she came down she saw him still gripping himself.

That wouldn’t do.

“Stop.”

By some miracle he did.

His eyes were furious as she crawled towards him, so in appeasement and congratulations, she let him suck her wet fingers.

His eyes closed and his groan ignited something deep within her.

Nesta moved, straddling him and let a drop of her release fall onto his straining cock.

Cassian’s eyes shot open and his free hand grabbed her hip attempting to pull her onto him but she dodged out of the way.

“You know the rules,” she purred, “no touching without permission. Now sit up, I need full access to your wings.”

A shudder ran through the warrior but he did as he was told.

Good boy.

Said wings rustled as he spread them out fully across the bed.

Nesta had become well acquainted with these wings over the past few months and therefore knew which tendon, vein and scars to stroke to bring Cassian to that edge.

Naturally she went straight for them.

Cassian bit back a curse, low and viscous, as Nesta stroked a finger down the inside of one tendon.

Cassian’s hips jerked involuntarily as she leaned up and sucked slightly on the base of a talon.

She let her fingers glide across the membrane and watched a roll of precum escape the tip of his cock.

Nesta couldn’t help herself. Leaning over his shoulder she caught the droplet with her finger and brought it to her mouth. Cassian’s eyes followed her with a warriors focus

“Fuck you taste good”

He looked on the edge of cumming.

Good.

She trailed her teeth lightly across the top of his left wing and an unholy groan left his mouth.

“Nes please-“ his voice broke off as her tongue flicked lightly. “Nesta please- Mother spare me- Fuck Nesta”

His hands was twisted so hard in the blanket she thought the bed clothes might rip.

He was a mess. Hair askew, mouth open, eyes closed, cock hard like some hedonistic god.

She reached up and with a flick of her wrist undid the knot, at the same time she whispered “touch me Cass”

He was on her in a second, plunging into her the next.

There was no small touches, no teasing strokes just pure, unmitigated power.

He slammed into her, driving deep each time he thrust home.

She couldn’t help but tighten at the warrior slamming into her and he groaned his approval as wetness flooded through her.

Obscene noises filled the room as his balls slapped against her.

She moaned.

He followed the sound down to her mouth.

A bruising kiss, then harsh words spoken against her mouth.

“You keep me on edge for days”

Thrust.

“Hard every time you walk past me and unable to do anything about it”

White hot pleasure racing through her.

“Not able to concentrate on anything except the memory of this”

Coiling bliss.

“The memory of you so fucking tight around me. Fuck Nesta I can hardly think, hardly breathe when you’re near me and I’m not inside you, and you don’t let me take you for nearly an entire week?”

She didn’t have words to respond, couldn’t form coherent thoughts in her mind.

“Fuck Nes, you’re so-“ he groaned, hips stuttering and she knew he was close.

She wrapped her legs fully around him and grabbed the top of his right wing.

He slammed into her, desperate for release and unleashed himself inside of her.

At the first shot of warmth she unraveled. Tension raced up her legs and she arched into Cass as he continued thrusting and emptying into her.

Wrapped around each other, as intertwined and inseparable as their souls.

He shuddered finally stilling, head against her neck.

She looped shaking arms around his shoulders, body still trembling from just how hard she came.

“Nesta?” He croaked out, somewhere below her left ear.

“Yes, my darling?”

“That was the hottest thing ever, but please never make me wait that long again”

She laughed, “careful Cass, I’ll make you wait even longer.”

He hardened again within her and round two began.

Please let me know if you want to be tagged in all my writing or the Nessian stuff

Tagging: @bookstantrash @perseusannabeth @champanheandluxxury @witchyautumnfae @nessian-trash-heap

[saudade-mayari]

💜AAAAAAH, I GOT SO EXCITED SENDING THE REQUEST I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO MENTION I WAS REQUESTING 2,6 AND 62 FROM LIST N°1! ;v; And yet I found the time to ramble,,, ywy Many sorries!! >v<" I am truly ashamed... UvU"

Changes & Miscalculations

Rock Lee x gn!reader

warnings: post war era, angst, domestic fluffs

a/n: I truly appreciate your very long and detailed request! I do hope I managed to hit up ur expectation in this fic omg💜

2) “You make me feel. You make me feel and I hate it.”

6) “I would honestly die before I let anything happen to you.”

62) “I’m not sure when it happened, but I fell in love with you, and it was the best thing I’ve ever done.”

You looked straight ahead at the Hokage stone faces and the lights they had just put up together, knowing he was looking at you it somehow made you feel, powerful but at the same time inferior. Is that even possible? At first, you thought it wasn’t but whenever you are with him, it’s really possible to feel all sorts of emotions. You kept cool and expressionless. You knew that was how you could stay in control, though you did wonder about him. Why hadn't he ever made a move on her? Was it just your miscalculations?

“y/n!!” He screamed by the hills. Completely getting your attention, his hands resting on his hips, his bowl-cut raven hair swirling along with the breeze of Konoha with his classic smile that never seems to fade. Over the years he’d grown much stronger, fiercer, and braver after the 4th great ninja war.

“What? Lee, you’re being loud” He gave you a wider smile when he saw that irritated and sulky look on your face completely ignoring your annoyed look, and instead, he gave a pat on your head, holding your hand that you had sworn to yourself that it sent shivers to your spine. This guy is really something else. 

“Being grumpy is not part of youth, come here y/n!!” He pulled you closer to his, your legs closer to him, and feeling his calloused hand brushed to your shoulders. You never muttered a word, just followed his instructions and did as you are told. You twirled your hands away from his sight, letting the silence torture him, feeling a slight pang of guilt but it vanished as soon as he spoke.

“C’mon y/n what’s the problem. You’re never this quiet whenever we go here.” Just the way Lee had emphasized the both of you going here like it’s your spot. It was as if it’s only meant for the both of you. Truth be told you were absolutely afraid, of course, you’re friends with this man for Kami knows when already but you yourself knew it was more than that. He is well-loved by everyone, anyone would have liked Lee and you know you wouldn’t stand a chance to the lady Lee loves and the fact that you both live in the same apartment doubles the tension, you never want to be closer to him but you felt like you needed to be closer to him. Like it was some kind of necessity, completely essential to your living.

“You know what Lee you make feel absolutely worst!” You blurted out, after a few minutes of deafening silence, you finally spoke. Lee gave out one shocking glance to your sudden remarks. Flustered and afraid, he sat down like he is some kind of obedient puppy waiting for your strict orders. “I-is everything okay?” 

“No! You make me feel all sorts of emotions and I hate it. I really hate it.”

“Is it bad?” His innocent remarks doubled the anger. You were the only one feeling this and probably for Lee, it’s just some petty drama. You decided not to mutter a word, massive thoughts clouding in your mind would mean a war with him, and choosing not to talk would be the safest way to escape this drama. “y/n talk to me.” 

For a while it startled you, Lee was never this serious even on missions. He always wanted to make sure things are on their positive side but now is different. His voice, his gaze, and his posture look different. It scares you. The friendship both of you had protected over the years is at its stake. 

“What’s this feeling? Why do my heart flutter whenever you hold me? Why do you always protect me? We’re supposed to be friends and roommates and I just know this is more than just that!!! But I know you, you like someone else so why act like this Lee, I don’t even understand this and I hate you for it.”

“Don’t ask me why I protect you. You know that I would honestly die before I let anything happen to you.”

“You know what. You’re so confusing. Why do I even love you.” You whispered while looking around the Hokage’s stone faces, desperately trying to suppress your tears from falling. How can he be so ignorant? How can you be so devoted to a guy who wouldn’t even consider your feelings. You were just some petty roommate of him, no big deal.

To all your surprise, the typical optimistic Lee you have known is far from what you’re seeing right now. It was nothing but a dull and emotionless Rock Lee. It’s what you get for crossing the imaginary line both of you had set. It’s what you get from crossing the boundaries that shouldn’t have been there in the first place. 

“Tenten is right.” He muttered, going closer to your place as he knelt in front of you, covering the wonderful scenery of Konohagakure that you’ll never get tired of seeing. “It’s not youthful to deny the feelings we have y/n. It’s not what Guy Sensei taught us.” 

 “I’m not sure when it happened, but I fell in love with you, and it was the best thing I’ve ever done. I don’t regret anything.” 

Your thoughts run free as he gazes into the horizon. Murmuring softly into his ear as Lee leans down along the smooth length of your neck. Ears flick back as your soft words ease into the man’s consciousness. “L-liar.”

“Gaara-kun told me I should be honest and I’m doing it. I love you.” 

A pair of arms hugged you and there it goes… The anger filled in your heart paved away, you just broke down of it. A soft cry escapes your mouth as you buried your cheek against the Konoha flak jacket of Lee. The extreme and sudden pain in your chest filling with the need to run into the impending storm. You ached to free yourself from his grip. It feels home. Love. A silent tear courses down your cheek when Lee never let go of your dainty body and only finding yourself hugging him tighter while looking at his dark orbs filled with rock-hard determination. 

“I love you too a lot… you stupid ignorant Lee… I hate it when you wake up early…” 

Moaning softly as the wind increases, you felt him pull your hair between his fingers in a sweet caress. Lee chuckled at your response as he kissed your head, taking his time to smell your earthy scent that he had gotten used to.

“I’m not early, you’re just simply lazy” He retorted back

“Is being a poet makes you youthful now?” 

Lee once again gave out a louder chuckle as he untangled himself from the hug to see your face in a clearer view. Still sulking from the heated conversation you both had few minutes ago. He kissed the tip of your nose and gave out his classic smile that you wished to see for the rest of your eternity.

“Guess you could say that, sleepyhead.”

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Welp, thanks to @laughable-illusions, I've gotten into Hero Forge, and have recreated my Big Five™ TES OC's (main game OC's), and now have a reason to rant about my OC's

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Manei, Eternal Champion of the Arena.

Dunmer-Altmer halfling Battlemage.

Forced to play Hero at age 19, traveled through all of Tamriel, never met a single Daedric Prince, is the Tamrielic equivalent of an aethiest, is utterly convinced gods aren't a thing, and contracted Noxiphilic Sanguivoria a few years after marrying Erv.

Had quite a large crush on Ria Silmane, though they both just stayed friends. Manei did not take her death well.

We all love a tall trans bisexual/romantic buff lady, so Manei is here to fill that role.

Didn't ask questions when their husband, who was infertile, somehow got pregnant.

Found a random baby Argonian at the side of the river a few years after she and her husband retired and just said, "Sweetheart, we're parents now."

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Erv Anesac, Hero of Daggerfall, Champion/First Guidance Councillor of all Daedric Princes.

One braincell is in that skull of his, and it's stuck in a Dragon Break.

Dunmer-Breton halfling Illusionist.

Absolute whore of a wereboar.

Uriel Septim had the ingenious idea to send Erv on a very important mission in his home of Daggerfall. Why Erv? He helped Manei locate a piece of the Staff of Chaos, and his family had a history of saving Tamriel*. Also magic dreams.

*his not so long ago family founder was the Vestige/Soulless One, who I may make a separate post about, an Emperor of the previous Empire and the fates decided to bring the family back into the drivers seat of the wheels of fate, and also thought it would be funny if the first person to defeat Mannimarko since his imprisonment, was a descendent of the person who imprisoned him.

Suffered real mental health problems after the Dragon Break.

Out of all Daedric Princes, Sheogorath was the only one who kept showing up for Thundas Tea, even after Erv's retirement, so he was the one Erv decided to go to when he wanted too make a deal.

Short, trans, pan, mentally ill icon of a wereboar.

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Has-Strange-Dreams Anesac, Nerevarine, Skall Friend, Champion of Azura, Killer of Almalexia, inspiration for Lusty Argonian Maid, Older Sibling of the HoK.

Bigender icon of a panromantic.

Trained by xyr mother Manei as a Battlemage.

Was arrested after a certain Countess Alessia Caro decided she didn't like the look of a golden Argonian with red scales on xyr face, and glowing blue eyes, and framed xem for murder, and claimed xe were an escaped slave from Morrowind. How her plan worked, no one knows.

Didn't sleep the entire way too Morrowind and actually got to know Jiub, so he got visited by the Nerevarine while in Vivec City quite frequently.

Adventured Morrowind with Swissel after a letter was sent to them asking for help. Very fast speedwalking was heard from Cyrodiil, straight to Morrowind.

Joined Twin Lamps very quickly, and had to custom make a chain to be attached to the back of Swissel's clothes so they didn't kill racists.

Xe genuinely broke down crying when facing Dagoth Ur, leading to them both sitting on the group weeping, as Swissel killed the moment, pissed on the tombstone, and danced on the grave, as they physically rolled into the room, wearing so many layers of clothes they were just a ball of material.

Also broke down crying when Sotha Sil died, and when they learned who did it.

Went against Hircine during the Bloodmoon Hunt.

Punched Swissel after they found another of Sheogorath's artifacts, and became his Champion after xe became Azura's champion.

Left Tamriel with Dagoth Ur as xyr lover, heading to Akavir after Oddfrid's prophecy gave xym a very strange feeling.

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Swissel Anesac, Hero of Kvatch, Saviour of Bruma, Champion of Cyrodiil, Champion of Sheogorath, Divine Crusader, Listener, Duke of Dementia, God of Madness.

Trained Dunmer Illusionist by their father Erv.

Non-binary, gay, whore.

Was arrested after a beggar payed a guard to arrest them for horrible singing. (the fact it worked impresses Swiss to this day.)

Was born after Erv asked Sheogorath to make so he was no longer infertile, the only real drawback was Erv could be pregnant, Swiss had blue and yellow eyes instead of red, and had a radar for Daedric Artifacts. The other drawback was they were very confuse by the idea of being in your mother's womb.

Could summon scamps and find Daedric Artifacts since the age of four, leading to thier best friend and travelling buddy, Nexus the germophobic Scamp.

Tamed a unicorn. The unicorn then tried to mate with Shadowmere during the Dark Brotherhood questline.

Grinned when Lex was transferred.

Dated Martin Septim, who mantles Akatosh. Then dated Lucien, who died and became an aspect of Sithis.

Was revealed ot be Pelinal Whitestake. They certainly giggled at the fact a dark elf was the reincarnation of the Wild Elf killer.

Laughed at how badly Mannimarco looked compared to their father's old illustrations.

Wasn't actually slowed down when they got the Staff of Everscamp. (the staff was only returned when they became Sheogorath at the end of their adventures)

Traversed the Deadlands by spamming a custom spell that turned them invisible and gave them night vision.

Became Duke of Dementia since the trauma of their adventures got to them a while before Sheogorath ever opened the Door in Niben Bay.

Blames themselves for the fall of the Thieves Guild and Dark Brotherhood

Wrote the Elder Scroll of Dragon, as foreshadowed by Martin Septim's last words before he passed into history as the last Septim.

Sometimes worries what Martin would think of them becoming a Daedric Prince.

Searched downright desperately for a Dragonborn so a repeat of Martin's death didn't occur. (They technically succeeded.)

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Regan Dov, Last Dragonborn, Champion/Second Guidance Councillor of all Daedric Princes, Listener, Oblivion Walker. (With guest appearance, Swiss the Skooma Cat)

Jack of all Trades of a class.

Went to Skyrim to try and start a new life. The plan worked, unfortunately, they planed a quiet life.

Non-binary biromantic demisexual.

Sheogorath was the first Daedric Prince they met, where they were quickly called out for their mental health problems, given the wabbajack, and an arm length butterfly tattoo.

Abused the ability of Dragonborn to slightly lift the Dragon Fires and create a working portal to Oblivion form Mundus.

Outsmarted Herma Mora to save Miraak, ad three more dragonic siblings.

Feels dysphoria thanks to their strange dragon soul.

Like any dragon, purrs like a cat when happy.

Cannot get drunk under normal circumstances. (Daedric wine, here I come.)

Same with all regular drugs. Skooma is a minor stamina potion, moonsugar is a mage's best friend, and only nirnroot has worked to get them high.

Hosts party's for Daedra worshippers, and constantly has to kill Vigilants of Stendarr, either when they crash their parties, or whne they come to arrest them and take away the Daedric Artifacts.

Hides the fact their dragonborn like a dirty secret.

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Hooo boy, one long post, ranting about my OC's.

What more can a hyper-fixated fanfic writer with writers block ask for?