#why is pierce doing the 👉👈

[harrison-patrick-smith]

foundthis on pinyerest this is your batmanverse yes?

well

[satocidal]

𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳“15 missed Calls”—Geto Suguru

Synopsis: Suguru wasn’t a jealous or angry man but then you usually didn’t flaunt your ass a round in a tiny dress either- but hey, Halloween’s every girl’s pass at being a whore, right?

── ˚₊✩‧₊ A/n: ok yeah I’m late to post for Halloween but it’s like barely anything to do with it so <3 also I did stray away from what I’d planned to write but then hehe👉👈 also, thanks to @romiyaro for beta and in general (I swear I’ll get pouty! Reader in some Drabble now💀)

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── ˚₊✩‧₊ warnings: MDNI!!smut!!fem! Reader x Suguru; pussy inspection; degradation; jealous (but totally not toxic) Suguru; orgasm denial; hinted power dynamics; reader is more or less a brat; spitting; Suguru is almost a soft dom? It was supposed to be just smut but idk (PWP)

“Crawl”

You stared at him blankly, “Now,” Suguru added, brows raised- a smirk wide on his face as you drop to your knees.

“I’ll be back late, don’t wait up on me Su’”

A nod he passed mindlessly—“Sure thing babe- just lemme know if I have to pick you up and don’t get wasted, send me a message if you change locations and-”

A heavy pause settled in, you walked in skittishly—a bashful grin on your face, “This ok?” Question which referred your dress in place.

Mostly, it wasn’t ok—definitely not appropriate in the way the small little satin piece hugged your body, so short Suguru was sure you would flash somebody after two drinks.

But it was Halloween—every girl’s free pass at being a whore.

A sigh Suguru let out, “it’s gorgeous, you’re gorgeous…”

Your smile, guilty, only spread further, “..but?”

He smiled, shaking his head, “Nothing, just take care ok?” A step towards you and a turn of his finger to give him a spin—chuckling as you twirled excitedly and then hugged him—he was very sure it would be a long night.

-

15 missed calls, 25 messages with the same connotation of “are you ok?” And “where are you?”

A single slurred reply to you 40 messages with a “suguwu :)):) m’ kay. Pck me up im 20?”

And with all obviousness, it wasn’t well received at all—so evident in the way tension hung heavy in the car, your seat belt properly holding you in place—his piercing gaze, and the certain placement of his hand on your thigh that kept you as sober as possible.

“Mm sorry,” you slurred out again, head lolling to the side to look at him—stuck at the way his jaw clenched at your words.

Not a word he passed, not a word after that, did you.

And hence, ride back home was quiet, awkward and…in some way, scary.

Click- the door fell shut, locked, entrapping what was of you and Suguru alone in the house.

And just so suddenly, every stitch in the hem of your flimsy red dress began seeming interesting—“What did I tell you?”

You winced and groaned, internally at his tone—“The fact that I trust you to- to, gods,” he paused as if searching for the right words—but you saw it, the switch in his eyes as they darkened just the slightest—“To leave the house dressed as a cheap little whore, one thing I asked for. Your fucked out lil’ brain can’t even do that?”

You stood there in the middle of your apartment, frowning and loosely, berated as a little kid, it seemed.

“Mm’ sorry Su’ it’s just- the girls-”

A sharp glare from him, enough to make your excuses die down your throat—“The girls this and the girls that right? Why was there nobody when I picked you-”

“-I ordered them all Ubers,” you muttered under your breath, a silence resting again.

“And you couldn’t one for yourself, why?”

You paused, hesitated—never once looking at him, “I thought…I thought I had you so…”

That was when Suguru took notice of the pout you held—the one you did all the time, The one he mostly loved.

“Besides,” you began—attention strained on the memory as you thought hard, “I’m not a child to be taken care of, or someone who’ll get lost-”

What you had assumed would quieten everything down only seemed to uproar a side of him you barely saw.

“Excuse me?”

You gulped, hard—“well yeah-”

“Shut the fuck up.” He snapped, moving all so close—“You were down right freezing and shivering when I pulled up, I don’t care what your girls do but your tits were almost hanging out, like a damn slut. Hell, why did you have those 20 dollar bills stuffed in there?”

You almost wanted to chuckle at the last part- it would make for a funny story, but the look on Suguru’s face screamed that it would have to wait till at least, the next day.

“I was alright,” you scoffed, a hand pushing him away—not a budge that it caused in his stance, “The bartender…he was nice- didn’t even let no one come near our drinks and- and even offered me lemons after closing and-”

“-woman,” Suguru interrupted quick, a long sigh withdrawn, “it was me who offered you lemons,”

You waited—a pink tint already dusted your face, ears burning at his words, “oh.”

He sighed again, seemingly recollecting his thoughts as you bit your lip—gods how he adored you—especially when you wobbled slight, wrapping your arms around his torso and pulling yourself into him, head resting in his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled softly, against his body—his hands resting on your sides, “I know you’re a big girl alright? I know you can look after yourself,” he pulled away slight, a kiss landing on your forehead, “but it’s my responsibility too you know? And it was majorly annoying to have you gone like that,”

A nod you passed, again an apology mumbled except this time you were met by the shake of his head.

“No you’re not,” he mumbled, “you do this a lot you know?”

And you do, not informing him of the late night work sessions and what not, not informing him on time of a date cancelled, he was rightfully tired.

“Now, here on I’ll just punish you doll, you can deny it and we’ll go off to sleep and deal with it another time or you can be a good girl, my good girl and take everything because frankly, I’m a little too mad to sleep right now,”

You looked into his words, it wasn’t a bad idea, particularly, you would of course never utter a no.

But then, you knew what it entailed, you knew how it ended last time, how embarrassing but then just how much you loved it too—a nod, all the affirmation provided.

“Strip,” a command from there on, “quick,” he added, eyes boring into your form as he did so.

And strip you did, it wasn’t anything new but just the way your fingers trembled, as did your thoughts as you pulled down the satin dress down—Suguru’s groan was loud, sounding throughout the apartment—your breasts well out easily, “No bra?” And you wanted to snort at the obliviousness of the question, of course, no bra.

“At least tell me you’ve got your panties still on,” you licked your lips, face warmed up at his words—it wasn’t anything new, but then why did that certain tone of condescension feel just so right?

Suguru held back another groan as the white g-string came to his view, the one that he bought, “such a slut,” he whispered.

Over the couch, he motioned you—the sound of his tongue clicking as you stepped forward.

“I’m sure only good girls get to be with dignity,” there on his face, he held a grin which you wanted to slap away too—but all to no avail.

“Crawl” everything in his voice assured you that a brat was not what he would appreciate tonight.

You stared at him blankly, “Now,” Suguru added, brows raised- a smirk wide on his face as you drop to your knees.

It was simply embarrassing, in the way your hips swayed a little as you moved, all that was your dignity remained flitted to that small piece of clothing that you knew Suguru would probably tear away.

Your gaze remained downturned, too ashamed, humiliated to even look him in the eyes—but just one glance and you’d see that amused smirk, the satisfied expression on his face as he took in the sight displayed for him.

You halted near his feet- a ginger lick of your lips, unsure, uncertain on the sequence to be followed, tugging on the hem of his pants in a confused manner.

“Hm? Don’t know what to do? My, and here I thought the big girl was all so smart to do as she pleased,”

You let out a loud whine at his words, startled a little too as he squatted down to your level—“sh,” he muttered, pressing a finger to your lips, “all I want to hear tonight is an actual apology,”

Another nod, tersely you snapped your eyes away, knowing that’s as all you could do tonight.

He hummed along as well, getting up and motioning you with a finger too, “on the couch please doll,” and you were sure what was to come here on.

Across the arm rest you lay, biting your lip—so exposed, so vulnerable and to think he hadn’t shed a single piece of clothing himself.

His fingers were gentle in the way they touched you, you knew he wasn’t mad—but you knew you’d also end up crying by the time he was done.

They traced you gently, over your back, feathery touches to your spine—tickling almost, he bent down just at that too, down to your ear, “Feeling ashamed hm?”

A hum was all to add to his words as you lay yourself easy, tension ebbing away with the way he massaged you—“you know,” he began, “you should be more ashamed of your actions, acting like a brat rather than being ashamed of your pussy and bare ass on display,”

Just at that you wanted the couch to engulf you, you knew that he knew you did—that was the purpose, “You deserve some punishment eh?” A squeal you let you as his pinned you inner thigh, pushing it apart—“should get your pretty little girlfriends too eh? Make em watch since all of you seem like a bunch of sluts to me,”

All in good humour, you reminded yourself, but a small pout found it’s way along your features, as it always did when Suguru got degrading.

“15 spanks,” he mused, “just pink enough right?” — the sentence was ended with another pinch, 15, you but your lip—there would be something more to it.

“15 and you thank me for each, yeah pretty thing? Your pretty head can do that f’me tonight?”

you bobbed your head, not daring to even turn your head and look at him once.

A patient quiet settled in, your body relaxed further—Suguru smiled wide as he looked at you, so perfect for him, “remind me why you’re here sweetheart?”

The sweetness in his vice was sharp still, condescending in every way, “b-because I uh- I…I was out late? Didn’t—did not call o-or inform you-ah!”

-smack!

Your words simply fell short as the slap landed hard on your ass, so sure to grab it right after and and squeeze—Suguru pulled back, and waited.

“Thank you, Suguru,” you sighed, and you waited right after, expecting the next hit.

“We can stop if it’s too much-”

“-I’ll take it, wanna be a good girl, please i-”

A sharp slap on your right cheek and then the left, aimed carefully, accurately proportional, “atta girl,”

“Thank you,” you groaned at his words, eyes clenched shut, surprised in the way he chose not to hold back in midst of your words—but then, typical Suguru.

Just so, many a times Suguru landed the flat of Palm down on your ass, dusty pink to a rosy one, the process was slow as your backside gained its hue, so pretty.

18 spanks in, Suguru never spanked just the amount he promised, always more—the 19th spank sounded like a crack against your warmed up ass, you didn’t bother showing your gratitude.

A small pause, Suguru chuckled, “nothing? Why don’t I just-” a sharp pain elicited in you bottom half as another slap sounded in the room- a hard spank on your pussy, just hard enough to have you gasping.

“Thank you,” you mumbled out—tears forming at the brink of your eyes now,, form slumping onto the couch, exhausted and spent, sore from the position he’d had you hold so long.

“Bet you are, especially from all this wetness,” another slap on your pussy, “getting wet from your punishment?” Another slap, the tears threatened to spill, at this point, “that’s how sorry you are?”

You wanted to scream at him, thatyou were sorry but it was Suguru and this conversation was nuts to begin with so you remained your quiet, the pout slowly turning to a frown.

“On the couch, legs wide apart,” scrambling to your feet, you detested the way he chuckled as you grabbed onto him for support, the booze never helped and the way you were all so sore from hefty time spent in that uncomfortable position, nothing helped at all,, but that was fine, Suguru was gentle in the way he helped you settle.

“Just a small inspection, ok doll?”

The words and the fate of it came crashing down on you fast.

You gritted your teeth at his words, you knew what that meant—he would find your arousal, shame you for it, punish you maybe and you loved the process, every bit of it.

Sprawled across the couch, feet planted to your side onto the couch, while Suguru rested in the place between, warm breath tickling you, making your hole clench around nothing.

“If I slip these panties down,” you’re weren’t sure why he even bothered asking, the wet spot was all so apparent, “will I find you wet?” Even so, you lay audacious—a shake of your head, his smirk widened.

Fingers hooked into the waist and of your g-string, he pulled quick, not a second wasted , he’d been wanting to do this all evening.

An amused raise if his brow, eyes stuck at the string of your juices that worked its way from your pussy to the gusset of your flimsy panties.

There, finally, in all its glory, your pussy lay glistening with arousal under his gaze—“liar,” he grinned as he stared at it hungrily, “such a fuckin’ liar,” he repeated, almost in a daze.

Subconsciously though, your hips rolled, almost lifting to feel his touch, another set of clicking sounds, “don’t act like a cheap whore, you think I’ll just touch your pussy like that?”

Your eyes watched him, confused, as they stared down at his form in between your legs, kneeling for you, hair tied back.

“Need to see if this pussy’s still worth it babe,” and soon enough, everything made sense—a whine of disagreement rose through you, a glare from him acted enough a filter.

“Please, I’m sorry-”

“-prove it doll,” was all he muttered as he dove his fingers onto your pussy, mindful to only cause discomfort as he prodded at your folds, no more or less.

“Let’s see…” he snickered, “gods,” he chuckled, “think I gotta clean all of this before I can even start eh?”

Your eyes bounced around ditzy, you wanted just him, anything—“but the question is do we do this the right way and I wipe you clean? Or…” and all before the statement even came to its end, Suguru had dived in, pressed his hot tongue flat against your folds, basking in the gasp that you let out.

A sharp inhale you took as he pulled away just as fast, his eyes stuck onto yours, “I think cheap whores like you shouldn’t get the better end of the stick so…” with that, you cursed internally at the box of wipes that Suguru and you kept on the coffee table all the time—you cursed as the pulled out three tissues with ease.

“It’s supposed to cause discomfort so be prepared for that but if it hurts or is too much, let me know, ok?”

You nodded at his words, nervousness flickering on your face and he chuckled, squeezing your wrist slight—little comfort that it provided.

The first dab was ginger, as if testing his boundaries, soon came the second and then the third—until Suguru was easily navigating and cleansing you, almost felt infantilising.

How so very humiliating indeed.

“That’s your apology hm?” The smile jo longer rested on his face, “look at only me when I’m down here,” he added, noticing the slight hang of your head and almost closed off eyes.

“Such a naughty girl that you are,” he mused, “am I to believe you got this turned on from a spanking? Or was it something your girls did hm?” A sharp smack that ended on your hardened clit, he stroked it a little while he was there, “how absolutely pathetic doll,”

Shame blanketed you slight, not covering all of what you wanted for you still remained absolutely naked and open on for him, a satisfied hum he passed, tossing away the second tissue after dragging it from your slit all the way down to your other hole.

“Now that I begin inspecting my girl,” he chuckled at the pout you’d held the entire while, “you brought this upon yourself baby,”

And you had, but particularly, Suguru did think you held up better than most times.

You watched as he eyes your pussy, unsure of how to embarrass you further—he grinned, “my my, it’s so pink underneath all that slick hm? Almost as pink as your sweet ass,” with that he landed a sharp slap to your ass, just as a reminder—giggling at your squeal.

Thick fingers spread apart your folds slowly, tracing it over your pussy lips—a tickling sensation, “is your cunt clean enough to be used hm?”

You let out a sigh as he pulled at your folds, making sure to not once lay a finger on your clit—yet accurate enough to just pull back the hood of it.

“Is it clean enough that I can use your little hole now as a cum dump?” His fingers patted down onto your bare cunt, relishing in the wetness that seeped out your hole—“maybe you don’t deserve it all hm?”

With that, Suguru spit on your cunt, the wetness only ever grew as he Smeared it around, “had to make sure,” he snickered mischievously, “that this pussy’s still mine.”

You wanted to whine and groan, shove his head into your pussy so he eat you until you cried—but you know, you knew all too well that any attempts would only get your hands tied and mouth gagged with your soiled panties.

Suguru hummed, snapping his fingers, “eyes on me doll—now, I think, from the outside, you’re ok,” he smirked, “but I’d need to check the inside too right?”

You nodded at his words mindlessly, of course anything he said would he correct, “you’re lucky I’m not mad at ya, would’ve made ya bounce on that dildo of yours till ya’ cried,”

And by now, your patience was running low—Suguru was a tease, apparent from the way your clit itself twitched for his contact, your hips rolled and hole clenched uselessly—you were dying to fight back.

But you wouldn’t, because Suguru demanded a good girl tonight.

A finger moved into you slow, very slow, hips bucked only to be pushed down harshly by Suguru at that—“Take only what I give you,” he warned, loving the feel of your walls clenching about his finger.

You were to watch him, sure but nothing mattered anymore as your head fell back—“please,” you whimpered, “just a little more.”

He smiled at the way your face contorted about his thick finger, slow as he moved it about, a circular motion and then pushing it against your walls before pulling away entirely.

The slick coated his finger just as before, only this time He brought to his mouth still, tasting you right there and humming.

“Good as always,” he muttered, eyeing carefully your ministrations, “please Suguru,” you cried out, “touch me p-please,”

Tricky slope.

Suguru was going to touch you anyways, of course he would but your statement only ever pushed away the ebbing orgasm he would’ve provided.

“Of course, my love,” he grinned—slyly before pushing in two fingers roughly into your hole—loving just how you gasped and mewled about it.

Then again, nothing mattered to you anymore.

"S-S—Suguruuu, harder... please. Moremoremore!" your begs fell in a hoarse voice.

“A sweet spot already?” A toothy grin he held as he pumped the two fingers into you slowly, loving the way your eyes rolled back at his touch.

Your thighs were spread out wide on the couch — raised now in the air as he leaned his body close, reaching knuckle deep and curling his thick fingers up into a gummy spot that made you shudder and grip a cushion.

"Ouh, Fuck! Sugu—"

“Ah, ah, ah, only apologies I said, right?” His tone was so soft even so, almost heavenly that you felt.

You pinch your bottom lip between your teeth as he hits deep strokes and massages his fingertips into your gummy walls— sticky juices are all over his hand because of all that cleansing he worked out of you earlier. Suguru smiled to himself, knowing you wouldn’t appreciate getting that couch wet with your juices in the morning—to hell with that.

You looked cute, as you gasped and moaned in his fingers—he took note of the ever present pout on your lips, oh how he wanted to fuck it out of you—but then, the mean thrusts diluted down to gentle strokes soon enough, boy was he soft for you.

Suguru was doting still, knowing that no way you could’ve taken his cock without prep—struggling with even his fingers tonight, he loved being bigger than you.

Bigger, faster, harder and merciless as they pursue your orgasm.

"Gonna cum and make a mess for me again? Yeah?"

"Yes! Please, pleasepleaseplease — make me cum!" you whisper frantically against him.

He chuckled when you moan, pumping his fingers faster and faster, fingering at your clit with his other hand to tip you over the edge.

“Nothing unless I allow it,” he announced finally, ah—that was why he’d been lenient earlier—gods how you hated him.

He studied you intently as your orgasm built up, if only that was his focus onto other things— maybe if he would have had the same determination in general as he does now when finding your G-spot, then he perhaps wouldn’t have struggled with daily life issues as much as he had to.

Suguru's dampened forehead rested against your thighs. He felt the radiating heat of your pussy in this proximity. Those dark eyes never stop staring at you, making sure you're as flustered as possible even in this pleasure-drunk state.

"Fuck... you're gushing..." he says in awe, " 'promise to lick my fingers clean after, yeah?" he rasps against you.

"Yes yes yes!" you say. He's pretty sure that you would have said yes to anything right then; you were so blissed by the way his fingers worked into your soaking hole, by the way they stretched you open just right.

The apartment was filled entirely, with the sound of your gushing pussy squelching with his thrusts—so tempted to attach his tongue onto your cunt but he knew you’d never be able to control yourself after that.

But to tease you was the goal—just slightly, almost a feathery touch he lay on your clit as he began rubbing it again, “shit doll, I do think your pussy’s worth turning a cum dump into,” you groaned at his words—mind almost mush as you chased your high, clenching at his fingers—until he pulled out immediately.

Until your high entirely ebbed away.

A confused and betrayed look you passed him, “wa-wait what? Suguru-! I-”

He simply giggled at your state, slapping your ass one more time as he got up and away, “you’re an idiot if you thought you’d be cummin’ t’night,”

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[moirasdolly]

Helloooo! I'm not sure if this is a bad time for a small request butttt fem reader that is like a person with fox features, like the ears at the top of her head and a tail at her lower back. Dating the cold woman that is Arlecchino 👉👈 honestly, it could either be NSFW or not your choice! But it could be sort of like how people find it odd that Arlecchino would be with such a person as the reader..

˚ ⋆ﾟ୨୧ Vixen ୨୧ ˚ ⋆ﾟArlecchino x Fem!fox Reader

Synopsis: See the request!

Contains: Silly fox reader, harmless tricks, hurt and comfort, lots of cuddles and words of affirmation

Listening to ♪ ིྀ: Luv Sauce - HUS

Notes: I’ve been struggling to write but I hope this is okay!! Just a little drabble for the Arlecchino lovers ♥︎ I also had fun writing this because I always love a good hurt/comfort moment.

Your dynamic was an odd one. Arlecchino was nothing short of a stone-cold Fatui Harbinger known for her severe mannerisms and lack of any warmth. She took her profession and devotion to the Tsaritsa seriously, there wasn’t a single bone in her body that tolerated foolishness. But if all that was true, then why would she be married to you?

You were her polar opposite. A complete antithesis. Where she was cold and rigid, with piercing red eyes that could kill, you were warm and full of life. Your laughter filled any room you were in and the children of the House of Hearth enjoyed having you around. Not that they didn’t love Arlecchino, she would never tell any of them but she had a soft spot for all of her children, but they loved having such a lively woman like you around. Unfortunately for Arlecchino, one source of their enjoyment came from you playing tricks on her. With hushed giggles and quick whispers you’d fill the children in on your plans only to mask your smile in an instant when she made her presence known. This is how it always was. Arlecchino had a cold and serious facade, and you were as mischievous as a fox.

A very fitting description for you considering your bushy auburn tail, and fuzzy ears planted at the top of your head.

Initially you were worried about what the older woman would think of your… assets when you had first met, but she paid no mind. A part of you was disappointed she didn’t at least find them a little cute, that is until you picked up on how her gaze would linger everytime your tail swished to the side or if your ears twitched ever so slightly. It was little things like this that alerted you to her attraction towards you.

Of course you took advantage of that in the early days of your companionship. Your ears would perk up purposely everytime she spoke, you would twitch your ears dramatically at any slight feeling to catch her attention, and your personal favorite? Obviously it was when you would slowly swing your tail from side to side and watch her crimson irises follow it like she was being hypnotized only to snap out of it once she realized what you were doing. “Clever girl.” She would huff out, offering you a small smile.

Once you were married, she was used to your behavior and tricks even if she wasn’t expecting them. She had learned to be extremely mindful of your playful behavior, yet she was always surprised when you managed to pull off your silly antics. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t absolutely eat it up though. She acted exasperated everytime you hid her socks, moved around household items so that she couldn’t find them, or even snuck faux spiders into the house just to scare her, but she’d do anything to keep the joy on your face that came from playing tricks on her.

It wasn’t just her or the kids noticing your tricks though. You had garnered attention from the other Fatui Harbingers who were fond of seeing Arlecchino get messed with. But you had also caught the attention of the prying eyes of other Fatui recruits. Whispers of, “What does the Knave even see in her?” or, “God, how can the Knave even stand her?” were passed around quickly throughout the recruits. You caught wind of it easily, it’s not like they tried to hide it, you just hoped Arlecchino hadn’t heard any of it. You weren’t one to be insecure, but hearing the same negative thing over and over would be enough to make anyone have a heavy heart.

Your ears drooped and your tail hung limp behind you as you made your way through the doorway of your shared home and you were surprised to see your love already home, lounging on the couch. Her head perked up towards the sound of your shoes echoing on the pristine tile floor. Your ears straightened and your tail slowly swished from side to side at the sight of your beautiful wife. Her eyes were sharp though, she could tell in an instant that you were in poor spirits. She marked her place in her novel before casting it aside and patting her lap. In no time you were curled up on her, your head resting on her shoulder and your tail thumping gently on her thigh.

“What’s wrong, darling?” Was the first thing out of her mouth once you had settled in. You contemplated feigning fatigue, but decided lying would get you nowhere.

“Do you get annoyed when I trick you?” You finally mumble out. You feel a warm hand caress the back of your neck before trailing down to the small of your back, holding you snug. “Never my love. It’s the highlight of my day seeing your uncontrollable giggles and the glimmer in your eyes when I fall into your little traps.” She had seemed taken aback at your question, but she wanted you to respond at your own pace, so she let her reply linger.

You huffed before nuzzling deeper into her, “People have been asking why you’d even marry me… Why you’d ever be with me? They seem to think I annoy you.” Your ears flattened against your head briefly before your wife reached up to caress them gently. A little sigh escaped your lips at the comforting feeling, the older woman always knew what to do to make you melt like putty in her hands.

“What others seem to think of our relationship is meaningless. Do I not show you enough affection and reassurance my love?” Her voice had lowered to a whisper, she couldn't bear the thought of you feeling this way. Your head snapped up from her shoulder to face her instead, “Of course you do!” Your hands found their way to her cup her cheeks. “You make me feel like the most loved woman on the planet, I’m sorry my insecurities made you feel otherwise…”

The Knave’s eyes softened immediately, she felt at peace with how easily you shared your grievances with her. She wanted to be your safe place, your main source of love, and the one you could depend on. “My dove, you must know how much I adore you. How I love your mischievous demeanor,” she planted a kiss on the top of your head, “these cute ears of yours,” two more kisses were planted on your ears, “and especially this tail…” Her free hand stroked your soft tail before returning to your waist.

“My sweet vixen.”

[urfavlarry]

Heyyy:)

I’ve been reading every single SBG Post you have, and I kindly wanted to request something👉👈

Sooo (reader) who’s main weapons are fireworks/explosives(cuz light, and well explosions) And they somehow get hurt by them one day?

(Preferably gn/fem reader, with Ben, Aiden and/ or Tyler) 🧎🧎

Sooo thx for reading this:) You’re so cool!

A/N: oo love this!! thank you for requesting<3 and btw idk why Aidens is so long I think I blacked out while writing for him :,)

warnings: bl00d, swearing, bad grammar, explosives, fireworks, mentions of gagging and throwing up

scenario:

You’ve been playing around with explosives ever since you were little. You lived with your older brother who was experiences with these things and since he couldn’t teach you how to fight, he chose to teach you how to work with explosives. Whether it was fireworks, dynamite, grenades, you knew how to work it. One day while fighting off a phantom your own weapon, well, backfires.

Ben Clark 🎧ྀི

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You throw the grenade at the phantom, another in hand waiting to be thrown. You don’t realize you already pulled out the pin from the grenade and it explodes in your hand. You feel numb, eyes wide from the sudden explosion and ears ringing. You feel a really bad pain in your arm, well at least whats left of it and scream. Everyone turns in your direction and either gasp, scream, or full on start to gag. Ben rushes to your side and pick you on on his back and runs with you to the graveyard along with everyone else, Ashlyn yelling a quick; “Everyone back down.”

Your vision starts to get blurry and someone hits your cheeks; “Y/N, you need to stay awake, okay? Don’t pass out, Y/N, Y/N!” You keep your eyes open but look away from the gruesome sight and start to sob. “Everything will be okay we won’t let anything happen to you.” You hear a robotic kind of voice and look into that direction seeing Ben with the most worried expression, Aiden standing there next to him to somewhat calm him down. You smile weakly but instantly hold back a scream of pain as someone starts to clean your wound.

“Fuck..” You groan and look at the night sky, hoping for this pure torture to end. You sigh as they finally start to wrap your ‘arm’ and finish the little procedure. After that Ashlyn goes away, probably to throw up or something. You don’t blame her, that was really a gruesome sight. You feel a presence beside you and look towards the person, smiling when you see Ben. “Hey..” You say and he nods, pulling you a bit closer to him. You rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, trying to sleep the trauma off. It was funny, you were taking it more lightly than you thought. “Ben?” You say and he looks down at you. “Isn’t it funny?” You smile and look up at him, making him raise a brow; “That everyone is taking this so harshly while I’m here literally not even crying? Well yes I did cry but that shit really hurt and I—” You shut up when you get embraced into a hug. You relax and let the tears fall, Ben patting your back. “Let it out.” He whispers so only you could hear. You were one of the only ones except Aiden and his family that heard his voice. It wasn’t often but when he did speak a warm feeling welled up in your chest.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” He says in a raspy voice and you sniffle, pulling away from the hug. You look up at the stars, trying to ignore your aching arm. “Thanks, um, for being here when I need you.” You say and he nods, kissing your cheek and puts an arm around your shoulder. “I’d do anything for you, I’m just sad I couldn’t stop this whole thing from happening.” He thinks to himself and just stares at you lovingly, leaving you to rest.

Aiden Clark

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Everything hurt like hell. You could hear a faint buzz in your head as you tried to quickly move away but a sharp pain pierced through your entire body. Tears started to fall from your face. “Why am I crying?” You think to yourself not knowing how to stop the bothersome tears from coming down your face. You look down at your body and your eyes widen, brain forever traumatized by the gruesome sight. Your leg was completely torn off and your side was bleeding as well. Fire was forming beside you where an explosion once erupted from your fireworks. You look at the sky, just hoping for the clock to strike 7 like it usually did and end this horrible nightmare. You feel your body be picked up by someone and just close your eyes, shoulders relaxing as your whole world turns into a black void.

You jolt awake, looking around frantically, quickly relaxing when you recognize your little safe space; your room. You groan, your side and leg feeling numb and tingly. Looking up at the ceiling you contemplate whether you should go to school or not, but you know that would worry your friends and even Aiden even more than you already did. Slipping from under the covers you get ready and walk down to the kitchen where your brother was making you breakfast, your favorite. He smiles at you warmly and kisses your forehead; “Tough night?” He knew what has been going on, you told him just a few weeks after Savannah. You were the first out of the group to tell anyone and your brother of course believed you, knowing you as a person to not make up such things. You frown at the thought of last night and decide to not tell him, knowing he would take the blame, saying something like; “I should’ve taught you better.” or even going as far as saying “I shouldn’t have taught you at all.” You sigh and put on a fake smile; “Hey I’m fine! Everything went well last night.” He smiles and ruffles up your hair; “Okay kiddo, if you say so. Now get to school you don’t wanna be late.” He says and you nod, quickly going upstairs yo gather some last minute things and rush to catch the bus, not really being in the mood to walk to school.

You get to the bus and see a very tired and worried looking group of kids, aka the group. Ben was comforting Aiden who was more quiet then usual, Tyler looking more pissed then ever, Taylor being the complete opposite and put on a fake smile, and well Ashlyn had a poker face on like usual but still looked pretty worried having her head rested on the window looking at god knows what. “Hey.” You say and everyone looks up, Taylor rushing to hug you and Logan who you hadn’t noticed did as well, all of them bombarding you with questions. You sit down and turn so your back is against the chair in front of you and legs towards the back of the seat you were sitting on. You were facing the group and everyone waited for you to speak, but only Aiden caught your eye. He wasn’t looking in your direction and was fiddling with his fingers, something very unlike him. You tell everyone you’re fine and tell them you can talk about it later, grabbing Aidens shoulder when you get off the bus. “Guys go on ahead, we will be there in a minute.” Everyone nods and Aiden tenses up and looks down.

“Hey hun, everything okay? You’re more quiet than usu—” You get taken by surprise when Aiden raises his voice at you, tears in his eyes and a very worried but angry expression on his face. “Okay? Y/N I really am not okay. I saw my s/o get blown up by fireworks, do you know how that feels?” You go to speak but get cut off again and just stay quiet from then; “I’m glad you’re okay but I’m not, oh but wait! I’m totally fine! I just saw the love of my fucking life get blown up but thats totally fine! Is that what you wanted to hear Y/N? Well too bad.” He says and you furrow your brows, fist clenching and face going a bit paler than usual.

“That’s nice Aiden, but you are forgetting who actually suffered here. I’m the one who got hurt and you don’t understand how fucking painful that shit is, getting blown up by something you’ve been taught to use ever since you were little by your own family. I didn’t only suffer physically, but seeing that shit fucked me up just as much as it did you. But yeah if it makes you feel better then you’re the one who suffered the most Aiden.” You say and run off into the school, Aiden watching you disappear in the crowd of students who were rushing to get to class. Your words really got to Aiden, he taught about them more and more as he went to class, where you would be. He sits down and puts on a facade for the others, making himself look like he was okay when he really wasn’t. Ben knew something was off but knew better than to interfere in your guys’ situation.

After school you go home, laying in your bed and look up at the ceiling, salty tears pouring out from your eyes making them sting. You hear a knock on your door and you quickly sit up and wipe your tears; “Probably my brother.” You think to yourself but your body tenses when you see a weakly smiling Aiden with flowers and a teddy bear in his hands. You let him in and close the door behind you, facing him. He sets the gifts down and slowly approaches you, opening his arms for a hug. You tackle him in a hug and you both fall to the ground with a loud thud, making both of you chuckle. You stay on the floor like that for quite a bit, Aiden rubbing your back to soothe you as you cry your eyes out, mumbling apologies and ‘I love yous”. He sits up with you in his lap and kisses your cheek and then nose. “I’m so sorry for yelling at you like that it was so uncalled for and I should’ve realized how painful that must’ve been for you. I hope you can forgive me even tho a simple sorry won’t really make up for what I did and said.” He says and looks you in the eyes, cupping your cheek in his hand. You contemplate what to say, knowing what he did was wrong but you could have handled it better yourself. “I let anger get the best of me again, that fucking realm has been rubbing off on me more than usual.” You think to yourself and sigh, hugging him and put your chin on his shoulder. “Aiden I get it, you were angry, sad, quite literally traumatized. You’re.. no, we’re still just teenagers, that shit was gruesome and I really understand that it upset you, yes the things you said were upsetting and could’ve been handled better but just so you know, I don’t hate you for it.” You say and get squeezed in the hug, making you pat his back; “Yeah, yeah, okay jeez Aiden chill.” You say and he chuckles; “No I’m never ever letting you go.” He says and you smile, looking at the time; “8 more hours..” You say and frown; “Aiden what if I just won’t be able to walk again in that realm, even if you somehow manage to stitch me up, that doesn’t guarantee anything.” You say and get shushed by a kiss on the lips; “Everything will be okay, I promise.”

Tyler Hernández

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“So basically what you’re telling me is I have to be the look out while you guys go for the jeep?” You say and raise a brow as you throw your dynamite in the air letting it fall back in your hand and repeat that like a hundred times. Ashlyn nods and you sigh, grabbing the pitch of your nose; “You know I could potentially explode the jeep? You know dynamite isn’t exactly the best weapon for close combat.” I say and cross my arms over my chest, hoping that Ashlyn would come up with a better plan. Tyler nods along and sits down next to you on the floor of the bus. “Yeah and that shit is pretty dangerous if it explodes near you so what if a phantom attacks Y/N really close? She could get hurt.” He says and Ashlyn sigh, furrowing her brows since you have been planning this for about a week and suddenly the plans would be changing. “Everything will be fine, we have necessary recourses if anything goes wrong.” She says and everyone gets up, apart from you. You sit there and think about all the worst possible outcomes, knowing your own brother once got hurt by dynamite but recovered and still lives a fulfilling life.

Tyler stops in his tracks and looks at you, walking back to you and crouches in front of you. He lifts your chin to look at him and smiles at you; “Everything will be fine, you’re talented Y/N, not everyone can work explosives like you do.” You smile and stand up, hugging him tight and give him a quick kiss on the cheek; “Well, let’s knock these bitches dead.” You say and grab your dynamite and lighter, putting them in your pockets. Aiden ordered some suits online and bought a different one just for you since your weapon was dynamite. You can store them in a belt you have or pockets. It was nice of him but you really couldn’t stop thinking about how anything could go wrong. You finally shake off the thoughts and leave with everyone except Logan who would be near the base with a gun. Everyone runs to the house as “Party rock anthem” were heard in the background.

You smirk and get your dynamite in hand; “Let’s get this party started!” Aiden cheers and Tyler rolls his eyes, making Taylor laugh. “Take this seriously guys.” Tyler yells over the music and you just smile sheepishly as everyone runs into the house except for you like the plan was supposed to go. You turn on your headlamp so the phantoms can’t get that close. You see a group of them standing near the speakers where the song was playing, but you knew you didn’t have that much time before it stopped playing. You hear commotion behind you and see Ashlyn getting pulled up by a phantom. “Shit!” Aiden was standing there trying to get up to help her so you boost him up since you can’t really help unless they want an exploded house and a dead Ash on their hands. The commotion atracted a group of phantoms and they were a bit far because of the light you had turned on. You smirk and light your dynamite throwing it right at them. You cover your ears and let it explode, knowing that probably attracted more phantoms so you take another one out. Eyeing the area closely you hear the song end but see tha Aiden and Ashlyn managed to kill the phantom some how. You smile and give them a thumbs up.

You walk a bit farther from the entrance of the house and the jeep, lighting another dynamite and throw it at another group of phantoms. You walk back a bit so you don’t get exploded but don’t hear Ashlyn yelling for you to watch out when a phantom sneaks up on you. Your eyes widen and you shine a flashlight on it but you stumble back and start to hear loud ringing in your ears. You feel a warm liquid run from your upper leg. You look down and see a huge gash in your leg, maling you scream. You cough as dust and ash starts to fly around from the explosion. You sob and crawl closer to the jeep, seeing that phantoms were getting into the house; “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whisper to yourself and sob, sitting down next to the jeep, keeping an eye out for your surroundings. You tie your wound with a ripped piece of your pants and groan in pain as it tightens around your leg. You see everyone get out of the house and Tylers eyes widen when he sees you laying there, bleeding. “Holy shit, Y/N!” He yells and picks you up, everyone getting into the jeep fast as phantoms start to swarm the car. You sob into his shoulder as Taylor applies more pressure to your wound.

Everyone gets out of the car once Ash swerves into the graveyard and get you out of the car. Sobs and sniffles were heard as you cried your heart out from the pain. Tyler had your head in his lap and brushed hair from your face. He whispered sweet nothing into your ear and things like “It’s almost over.” “You’re doing great mi vida.” making you relax just a bit. Ashlyn was stitching your wound and that was the worst pain ever. “Okay, it’s done.” Ashlyn says and packs up the first aid kit, cleaning the blood off your leg and leaves so you and Tyler can be alone for a bit. You try and sit up but your arms give out, making you fall back into his lap. He puts an arm under your shoulder and lifts you up so you can sit next to him. He looked worried but had his brows furrowed and also looked a bit angry. He was mumbling curses in Spanish and sometimes mumbling something about the phantoms.

You lay your head on his chest and he kisses your head letting you rest after that traumatic event. You smile and start to talk; “Sorry, I should’ve been more careful.” You say and he chuckles a bit; “Yeah you should’ve, but things happen and you’re so brave for getting through that.” He says making you smile. “I should’ve been there to help although I probably would have made things worse, but still you get the point.” You nod and he stays silent for a while before he speaks up again; “I’m glad you’re okay, you really did such a good job at protecting us and don’t you think other wise you hear me?” He says in a stern voice and you nod, chuckling. “Yeah, yeah, if you think so.” You say and he pulls you closer “I know so.” He says and kisses your soft lips, making you forget all of the pain you once felt.

[vexofhearts]

So I made my own Prowl design-

Idk what to use this for besides the fact that I kinda wanna make my own fan continuity 👉👈

Look at how tired bro looks, he was put THROUGH it. I did give him a nose bridge piercing cause giving transformers piercings is super shdjhdjsbd for me. Dunno why. I do know why I put freckles on him though >:)

Anyways, this version of Prowl I did isn't as overtly angry as say, idw, but he is super passive aggressive.

[kookslastbutton]

Too Late to Dream ༓ jjk (m) II ch. II

✑ Summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

Pairing: economics professor!jungkook x fem!artist!reader

AU/Genre: angst, smut, fluff, marriage au, age gap, series

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 5,044

Warnings: 8-year age gap, flashbacks of professor-student relationship (oc was a Masters student), fighting, pent-up issues/desires, jk has daddy issues, mentions of therapy, kookie trying to be a good husband, cute coupley stuff that idk anyone will like but 🥺 👉👈, jk says cawk , idk why this is a warning

Now Playing: Make It Right, Tryna Be, Infinity, It Will Rain, Heaven+

A/N: Hi guys! I'm back! I thought I'd start off with a little flashback and then diving back into the story. Also, big thing–I decided not to make jk a complete butt. I don't want this story to be about "jk finally coming around after treating oc like garbage for wanting a kid". It's more of a we'll figure-it-out-together kinda thing though there will be bumps in the road. Anyway, enjoy 🥰

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To say falling in love with Jungkook was an effortless, butterflies-in-your-tummy, love-at-first-sight, you-know-it-when-you-see-it sort of affair is far from the truth. In actuality, you and Jungkook met on a very normal basis and had very normal rapport…well, somewhat normal.

Jungkook was your economics professor in grad school and you were merely one out of eighty of his students during the first semester. Surely you'd be walking out with no more than a barely scrimmaged 'A' and remnants of stupid economics jokes he and his colleagues found slapstick funny.

Jungkook always had an interesting sense of humor.

Bottom line? Your life wasn't a drama and you certainly didn't plan on living like it was–especially when your parents were on your tail, making sure their hard-earned money was well spent.

As if being bonked on the head by something called fate, however, Jungkook sent you away with far more than odd jokes and good grades.

Hey, hindsight is 20/20.

four years ago

“Oh, good morning.” A soft, yet hoarse voice strides past you. You view the man, estimating that he be in his early 30s though could easily pass for 25 by his youthful appearance. His hair is black, a bit shaggy but well-kept nonetheless. Silver piercings dangle from his ears and a pair of rectangular glasses rest on his perfectly symmetrical face. This is your professor?

Undoubtedly, what mesmerizes you the most is the striking arm tattoo partially displayed under the rolled-up sleeves of his dress shirt. You remember temporarily considering tattoo artistry in high school but studio arts appealed to you more.

Not like you got to do either though, seeing as you’ve been stuck in econ for the fifth year in a row. You’re parents insisted you get your master’s immediately after undergrad…how wonderful for you.

But back to the man at the front of the room. You weren’t expecting someone so hip and attractive–very, very attractive.

Your stomach churns but you brush the feeling away.

He's your professor for god sake.

The man, coincidentally your professor, quirks a small smile your way and sets his bag on the podium at the front. “Didn’t expect anyone to be here for another twenty minutes.”

“I just got out of another class a couple of rooms down so I’m here early.” You straighten in your seat and return a smile of your own. “It’s nice to meet you Dr. Jeon. I’m Y/N.” You start bouncing your leg up and down, clicking the pen in your hand. Please be right, please be right, you chant silently, hoping you remembered the name correctly.

Jungkook notices your slightly restless state but he doesn’t say anything about it.

“Just to be sure, you are here for ECON 602 right? Macroeconomic Theory?” He unzips his bag and sets his laptop on the podium. Making brief eye contact, he catches sight of the piece of paper directly below your nose. “That’s a beautiful sketch.”

You glance down, moving the paper to the side as if embarrassed. Not many people see your work beyond close friends, and even then you like to keep it to yourself. “Yes, absolutely,” you reply. “ECON 602, 12:15 pm. And thanks, I draw as a hobby.”

Your professor hums, nodding as he connects the HDMI cable to his laptop and lowers the presentation board.“ Dr. Kim is going to be quite jealous when he hears such artistic talent is in my economics class.” He lets out a slight chuckle. “You don’t mind if I tell him, do you? A little competition we have going on.”

You snort at the comment.

Dr. Kim Taehyung was the art department’s most talked about professor. Everyone knew him for his extremely unique perspective, classy personality, as well as his breathtaking artwork. You’ve passed him in the hallways a number of times, wishing you could study under him and dare you say, in more ways than one.

“I don’t mind.” You shake your head. “Are you and Dr. Kim close?” Maybe you shouldn’t be this curious but it was now fifteen minutes until the start of class and no one else had shown. What else were you going to fill time with? Awkward silence while you watch your professor fumble and tap on his keyboard?

“We were colleagues if you can believe that.” He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Only two years ahead of me in undergrad. When I first started teaching here I had no idea he was here too. But you know what they say __, it’s a small world.”

“Smaller,” you retort. “I feel like everywhere I go I run into someone I’ve known or seen at some point in my life. You just never really know I guess.” When you first entered university, you were counting your lucky stars that most of your high school peers were attending college nearby your hometown. You on the other hand were a good five to six hours from home. Last you checked, however, half of those peers were now getting married or on their second kid. Crazy how some people’s lives change on a dime.

You watch as your professor shuffles a few sheets of paper in his hands, scanning them briefly. “I can relate to that,” he mutters. “Pretty sure we haven’t met before though. Could be a bigger world than we think. Now where’s everyone else? Didn’t all drop last minute did they?” The man lifts his head, flashing a big gorgeous grin. His eyes are playful and dance with mirth.“Not that I would mind if it were just you and I this whole semester.“

“uh–“ is embarrassingly, all you say. He isn’t implying anything by that right? Oh god __, don’t be stupid. As you've established, this isn’t a romance novel and you’re most definitely not the main character.

“You seem attentive is what I mean,” the man says, breaking you out of your daze. “And beyond punctual. Two qualities that I hold in high esteem.” You’d say he had a tiny smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth but it was likely an illusion. Your professor has bigger fish to fry than worry about any possible scenarios you’ve concocted in your silly head.

Still, in a moment of sheer thoughtlessness, you say something you regret being unable to retract. “Thank you, I like you too.” As soon as the words fly out you feel the need to run out and bang your head against the wall. Thinking on your feet wasn’t your specialty.

Little to your knowledge, Jungkook finds your mannerisms cute and stifles the temptation to tease. You’re his student, after all, a little professionally please, he repeats to himself.

“So are you from here?” Jungkook asks, choosing to switch the topic before both of you get swallowed into a messy situation.

You shake your head in denial. “I live here temporarily but I grew up about five hours north of here. My parents are still there.”

“Ah, well that’s a bit away. I imagine you miss them?”

You ponder the question for a second, eyes rolling up in contemplation. “From time to time.” Jungkook gives a knowing look. He’s had his share of familial drama and the need for space.

“I understand,” he says. “I grew up ten hours south myself.”

“Wow, that’s…far.” You’re surprised by the distance and can’t imagine it’s an easy commute. You wonder how long he’s been here and more so, if he’s here alone.

“Yeah.” He rests his palms on the edge of the podium, leaning on them gently. The protruding veins in his forearms catch your attention but you pry yourself from lingering. After what you said earlier, the last thing you want is for Dr. Jeon to think you're coming on to him. “Gets a little quiet sometimes but I’ve learned to live with it.”

As if immune to learning from your mistakes you blurt exactly what’s in your head.“So you’re not–“

“Married? Dating? Seeing someone?” Jungkook finishes your sentence like it’s nothing he hasn’t done tenfold times before. “No. I’m not.”

You give a small “Ah,” nodding in understanding before another classmate walks in, putting an abrupt end to the conversation. Jungkook is quick to greet the young man who’s joined but he’s certain he won’t be forgetting your name anytime soon.

present

You tilt your head back, allowing beads of hot water to run down your bare skin. The sound of steady pattering combined with heavy steam relaxes your muscles.

You can't believe you actually told him.

Blurting out to Jungkook that you wanted a baby in the middle of a fight is not how you intended to open up to your husband. But everything escalated so fast that it just came out.

You think back to last night���s events.

Once the movie's credit scenes appear Jungkook feels your eyes burn through him from your lounged position. "You're making that face again," he says.

"There's no face."

"Look," Jungkook cuts shortly. "Will you just tell me so we can deal with it?!"

"Just deal with it? Like it's some kind of nuisance of an issue that needs treatment?" You jump up from the couch and head to your bedroom in a fury, your husband hot on your trail.

"I don't mean to be pissing you off, sweetheart but I know something's up." He follows you into the bathroom, watching you reach for your toothbrush. "Can you please slow down and talk to me?" He grabs the toothpaste before you can, forcing you to stop in your tracks.

"I–I want…I want to be a mom. I want a baby."

"A baby? What do you mean you want a baby?" You see the panic settling in his eyes. Jungkook takes you into his arms, his thumb wipes off some of your tears. "Honey, I'm sorry I didn't know. When you came home from the park I didn't realize that little boy meant so much to you."

You try blinking back your tears but they keep running down your face. He's being gentle with you and you appreciate that but his choice of words tells you his answer is no. It's quiet, subtle, and cuts like a knife.

You break away from him to splash cold water on your face. The coolness calms your nerves. “He didn’t. Never–never mind what I said, sorry. I’m tired and I’m probably not thinking straight.”

It was a blatant lie but just look at your situation. Married for two years, still on birth control, and had no plans to change that. Suddenly one party diverts from the plan fully aware that the other is perfectly comfortable with the current plan.

Yes, you hoped he'd have a slightly better reaction but you don't blame him for his stunned look.

Plus, did you even have enough time to realize what you were saying? Feeling? It could easily be written off that you were simply impulsive, emotionally vulnerable, and so on with the track record you had regarding kids and parenting.

You sigh, bitter aftertaste in your mouth.

Not much else happened after the fight. Jungkook apologized again with his arms wrapped around your waist. He snuggled his nose in the crook of your neck and kissed your cheek too.

It was the usual, it felt familiar and warm but the pang in your head put a roadblock to that. No marriage is perfect. You know that. But you have a feeling you and Jungkook are headed for a steep valley, both on opposing sides.

"Hi.” You’re taken out of your thoughts when you hear the shower door pop open. Your husband steps in, with messy hair and half-open lids. Evidently, still sleepy.

You spare him a glance and quickly reach for your body wash on the shelf. “Hi,” you reply back, voice monotone.

Jungkook moves closer behind you and curves an arm around you. He grabs the bottle out of your hand and squirts some of the soap into his palm. “How did you sleep?”

A small shiver runs up your spine when his cool hand rubs circles against your upper back and shoulder. It still feels nice, you admit. You see some of the soap drip down and hit the shower floor.

“I slept okay. You?”

“I’m about the same.” Jungkook moves his hand a little lower, making sure to cover your whole backside. “I’m really sorry about how I handled things last night. What I said and how I said it was inexcusable.”

“Please, Jungkook you don’t have to keep apologizing about it. I know…and I’m sorry I spurred it on you so suddenly. It’s not how I wanted you to find out.” if at all, you add to yourself.

“Is it still true?” he asks, stopping his movements. “Do you really want to start a family?”

You feel queasy all over again. His tone is serious and if you turn around you’ll likely see the fire in his eyes. So you remain in your position, facing towards the shower head.

“I don’t know…” you finally say after thirty seconds of eerie silence. “But I think I do, I really do. Seeing our friends and other people our age have kids makes me wonder if we’d ever have that. I can’t explain why right now. I know it’s unexpected after we’ve been living a sort of way for so long.” After another pause you continue. “But I know it’s not a mutual thing and that’s…okay.”

“Sweetheart, even if we were to have kids…where would we find the time? The school year’s starting soon and I’m gonna be running ragged at the university next week. You know my schedule. I teach Monday through Friday, leaving at 7:15 am and returning around 4 p.m. You leave for work a little later in the morning but get back at 5 p.m. All our week consists of will be eating a quick dinner together, then I have to squirrel away to my office for the night to review class notes and grade stacks of assignments.”

Though you’re aware of how crazy busy Jungkook gets during the school year, you’re not foolish enough to believe that is the root of his argument.

“Maybe you’re right that we don’t have much time now but Jungkook, we can figure it out. You only teach 9 months out of the year and I can–I can stay at home or we can hire a nanny. And we don’t have to do it right away but–“

“__.” Jungkook turns you around so you’re looking eye to eye. He hesitates to say his next words, fearing a replay of yesterday. But he can’t bring himself to pretend with you. Not on something this serious. “I understand and I want more than anything to tell you I want the same, but I can't lie to you. Being a father, and having a kid, I think it’s wonderful but I just never saw that for myself. I’m so sorry I–”

Your heart concaves into your chest. You absolutely want him to be honest but it pains you to hear. Where do you go from here?

Slowly, you wrap your arms around his neck. Jungkook jolts a bit, surprised by your sudden gesture but welcomes the embrace.

“It’s okay Jungkook.” You settle your head into his shoulder, simply wanting to be close. One tear spills out, then another. “It’s okay.”

“No, look at me __. You didn’t let me finish.” You lift your head from his shoulder. Jungkook strokes your back soothingly before continuing. “If this is what you want, then I’m not going to stand here and be the asshole husband that just dismisses it. But this is a big step.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “Don’t say what I think you are. Jungkook you don’t have to do anything.”

“I’m not saying I change my mind.” Of course, that would be unrealistic, you talk yourself through, preparing for his next words. “However, I am–I am willing to seriously consider this whole thing, babies, diapers, strollers, all of it. But I need you to be sure that this is what you want. And the only way I think that can happen is if we start this slow. Sounds like I’m making some sappy speech huh?”

Jungkook cracks a faint smile.

You look like you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop or for him to yell psyche and flick your forehead or something.

But none of that happens.

Instead, Jungkook unwraps one of your arms from around your neck, places a light kiss on your knuckles, and stares deep into your eyes as if making a promise. “I know this isn’t exactly heaven to your ears but I’m just trying to say, let’s not rush to a decision yet, okay? All of this did just get revealed yesterday and I think it’d be unfair to both of us if we scurry past it without thinking.”

Shocked. You’re utterly shocked. You were expecting him to give you a flat-out no or attempt to cover up the issue somehow. While, this isn’t your ideal outcome, if Jungkook is willing to take this seriously, no bullshit necessary, then so are you.

“Thank you, Jungkook.” You smile at him, feeling a tad lighter than you did before. Your heart beats again, slow and steady. “I love you.”

“I love you more than anything __. I married you and I intend to keep it that way.” Jungkook sneaks a wink and you press a kiss to his lips.

“Hey,” you pipe up. “It’s Sunday isn’t it?”

Jungkook nods in confusion. “It is..?”

“You have somewhere to be this morning don’t you?” You wait a moment before an oh-shit expression forms on Jungkook’s face.

As you remember your husband was supposed to be at some fancy gold club today. Like Jimin, a certain Kim Taehyung had his weekly “thing” too. Being close friends, Jungkook was supposed to be there, along with Hoseok.

“‘You're so right. 'M sorry honey I gotta go. They’re gonna kill me." Jungkook gives you one last kiss before slipping out of the shower. "I’ll be back for dinner.”

“Jungkook! Where the fuck have you been? We tried calling you!” Taehyung is the first to speak as soon as he catches sight of the younger man. He has his usual blush pink polo shirt on paired with well-pressed beige shorts.

He looks a little too handsome for golf.

Jungkook’s secretly glad his wife stayed home this time, as he’s fully aware of her mini crush on Taehyung in school. When she first found out they were colleagues he could tell she had borderline stars in her eyes.

“Sorry sorry,” Jungkook says. “I was doing stuff and time escaped me. Plus, I didn’t have my phone near me for a bit. But I’m here now, so let’s get going!” Jungkook walks in front of the two men, heading for the first stage of the golf course. “You guys coming?” He turns around and lifts both arms up.

Taehyung and Hoseok exchange looks before following his lead. It’s unlike Jungkook to be this eager for golf. In fact, he hates golf. And his explanation is a bit…questionable.

As much as Hoseok is a friend, he is also just as much of a psychologist who can't stop himself from practicing his craft when given the chance. “You doing alright?” Hoseok waits for Jungkook to answer, one hand clings around the top of his golf club while the other settles around his hip. "Haven't seen you since Jimin's last dinner.”

"Yeah, I'm good," Jungkook barely replies, watching Taehyung practice and few swings before taking the shot. Like a prodigy, it sinks right in. "Hole in one again man? I thought you painted."

Taehyung glances over his shoulder with a smug expression, cocky smirk, and sunglasses behind his head. "Don't be too jealous of hyung, Jungkookie."

"Fuck off Tae," Jungkook quips back. "I'm not 22 anymore. I have a good job, nice house, and a gorgeous wife waiting for me at home. What do you have? A bunch of golf balls in your pants.”

Hmm, a little more defensive than usual, Hoseok notes. And guarded too, something’s up.

"About that wife of yours Kook," Hoseok drawls. "How she doing?" Jungkook turns towards the man, slight distaste on his face.

“Uh, she’s fine. Thanks for asking. Also, I know what you’re doing and I’m not in the mood.”

"Ah Jungkook, you act like I'm being so malicious.” Smiling, Hoseok continues. “Can't I care about my friend of ten years without such accusations?"

Jungkook sighs and kicks the grass. Hoseok has been one of his closest friends for a long time so if there's anyone worth talking to about his current situation and who'd understand, I'd be him. "Well, I’m not saying much right now but.....__ recently told me she wants a baby. I’m still–I'm having trouble processing it. But I’m trying.”

Hoseok throws a hand behind the younger's shoulder. “That’s big news Jungkook and it’s completely fine that you’re still working through it. Don’t feel like you have to speed up the process either. I’ve known you both long enough to know that parenting hasn’t really been in the cards until now so I’m surprised myself.”

“I think she’s still a little unsure, but something happened the other day and it struck a cord inside her. She wants a family and,” Jungkook steps to the side, and Hoseok's hand slips from his shoulder. “I wish I could tell her I want it too. But I can't lie to her like that. I also don’t want her to bury that desire for my sake, so I told her we could consider it. I don’t know man, I feel like I’m trying to do the right thing but I don’t know if I can do this. Will I ever change my mind? I want to, for her.”

Hoseok looks at his friend with soft eyes, compassion in them. “Unfortunately, this is not something you can foresee nor force. At least not this early. But you’re definitely doing the right thing by not brushing her off. As real as your feelings are about not wanting a child right now, so are __'s feelings. It’s best you listen to both sides.”

Jungkook tousles his hair around. “I just–fuck.”

Hoseok doesn’t need further explanation to understand Jungkook’s predicament. He’s frustrated, blames himself, and is struggling to come to terms with reality. The unknown scares him and he doesn’t want to lose control of what little he has. “I’m sorry, Kook…it’s a heavy load. Why don't you come in for a session sometime? I think this might be something worth talking through."

“You mean therapy? I don't know, I’m about to have a pretty tight with school starting.”

"One hour, forty minutes at least," Hoseok insists. "Why not try it once and if you don't like it, you don't have to do it again. I love you both and as a friend, I want to be here for you. Beats standing around and watching Taehyung kick our ass at golf. Just think about it and let me know. As I said, I'm always here for you bro."

Jungkook nods and reaches a hand out to gently squeeze Hoseok's shoulder. "I'll think about it. Thanks."

"Hey!" Taehyung waves from afar. "What you guys doing still up there? I’ve been waiting for twenty minutes! Don’t forget that last place buys lunch.”

“He’s referring to you Kook.” Hoseok chuckles, slaps Jungkook on the back, and walks down the golf course toward Taehyung. “You suck at golf.”

Jungkook grunts, following close behind. If this were a benching competition he’d be taking home the whole damn meal.

With Jungkook still gone doing who knows what with his buddies you decide to blast your very wide array of music. It’s a good thing you and Jungkook live in your own house or else your poor neighbors would be knocking down the door with the landlord by now. Yes, that may or may not have happened once with you were in college.

Along with the music you stick true to your character and spread your art supplies on your drawing table. You had your own mini studio, thanks to your wonderful relator who helped find you the house. You reach for a pencil, spinning it between your fingers. Maybe you should finish the drawing of the park’s pond.

Mm, you don’t really feel like packing all your supplies and driving over right now.

Deciding to save it for another day, you ponder ideas of what to do instead. Should you try out your new watercolors? You bought them last week and while you weren’t exactly in low supply, if your husband can have a hundred scented candles you can have your paints.

bling–

You snatch your phone hearing the notification bell.

Jungkook: the rest of your morning going well? [sent at 11:03 a.m]

You smile faintly and type out a reply. Sweet to check in you suppose.

__: Fine. How are the guys? [sent at 11:04 a.m]

Jungkook: Whooping my ass but it’s alright. [sent at 11:07 a.m]

Good, you smirk. Jungkook is awful at golf. And he can stand to lose at something like the rest of you.

__: When are you coming home? [sent at 11:10 a.m]

Jungkook: Looking to wrap things up around 4 pm. I think we’re having a late lunch. Miss you. [sent at 11:13 a.m]

__: Okay, sounds good because I was thinking maybe we could go for ice cream when you get back. After dinner? miss you too [sent at 11:14 a.m]

You stare at the screen, waiting for a reply.

One minute goes by…

Two minutes…

Three…

Jungkook: Okay, sounds amazing. But why not before dinner? The place we like closes early on Sundays. I love you! [sent at 11:17 a.m]

Oh shoot, that’s right. You and Junkook have gone to the same ice cream shake since you first started dating. The couple who run it are super sweet, only a decade older. How could you forget?

__: I’m a dummy, yes we’ll go before dinner. I love you too [sent at 11:18 a.m]

Jungkook: Noo, you’re not a dummy! But okay, I’ll see you soon! [sent at 11:19 a.m]

Rejuvenated, you turn off your phone, jump off your art stool and crank the current song up–Runaway by Bon Jovi. Let’s see, you think, tearing a piece of watercolor paper from your drawing pad, what to do.

When the idea strikes you prepare water, paintbrushes, your palette, and anything else you may need for the next five hours give or take. You snatch your phone again and scroll through your photo gallery, hoping to get a good reference photo.

Your best friend’s birthday was two weeks away and she’s been subtly hinting for a painting of her, her fiancee’, and her dog Bear. As her closest friend and well-practiced artist, you think it is best to appease her request.

Jungkook comes home at 4 pm on the dot. Not a minute later. He looks happy, you conclude. Genuinely happy. It looks good on him.

“__!” Jungkook runs through the front door and lifts you up in his arms. He spins you around and you place your hands on his shoulders. This is so unexpected but nice.

“Jungkook,” you struggle to catch your breath. “What’s going on?”

“I just love coming home to you.” He places you back down and grabs your wrist. “Come on, I wanna stuff you full with ice cream.”

“That sounds so weird,” you laugh.

“Why?” Jungkook opens the front door, ushering you to go ahead of him.

“Because…it sounds like you want to stuff me. Like in a weird way.”

“Woman, that cleared nothing up for me.” You hop into the car with stupid grins on your face. You don’t even know what you mean let alone having to explain to your husband. What can you say, Jungkook makes you a little braindead.

“I just mean that you wanting to stuff me with ice cream sounds like the witch from Hanzel and Gretel. You wanna fatten me up to eat me. Or taxidermy,….or Build a Bear.”

“What the fuck honey,” Jungkook curses, backing out of your drive. “Did you get into something funky while I was gone?”

“No what–ugh never mind.” You stare out the window, arms crossed and biting back the need to giggle uncontrollably. Why were you so giddy right now?

Jungkook glances over with amusement. He knows you’re inches away from balling over with laughter. “You know what honey?”

“Hmm?”

“I think instead of stuffing you full of ice cream, I’m gonna stuff you full with something just as good.”

“Don’t say it Kook, don’t. I’m going to bust a gut.” You beg fully aware he’s not about to back down.

“My fucking cawk,” he says, making sure to exaggerate the last part.

You throw a hand over your mouth, tears well up in your eyes and this time, they’re not sad ones.

You pull up at the small, but charming ice cream stand at around 4:20 pm. It’s a decent crowd tonight.

You and Jungkook get out of the car with laced hands. You’ve managed to calm down now, thankfully. As you make your way to the line a small voice catches both your attention.

“Appa!” A little girl with blue ribbons in her hair runs past you. She looks between eight to ten years old. You and Jungkook follow her movement as she leaps up into her father’s arms.

You smile at the interaction. Her father kisses her cheek and chuckles as she shows him her ribbons. She looks like she’s telling a very eventful story.

Beside you, Jungkook stiffens. His eyes set on the pair but you’re unsure what he’s thinking. “Kook?” you say, but he doesn’t respond. You shake his hand, the one laced in yours, but still no response. It’s when you step in front of his view that you get him back.

“Hey,” you say. “Are you okay?”

Jungkook blinks at you and shakes his head a bit. “I’m good, sorry. Not sure what happened there. Must be a bit out of it today. Let’s go get some ice cream.”

A/N: I like this series vv much...thank you to anyone reading :) Lmk your thoughts and if you wanna be tagged comment or send me an ask!

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[ghostiguro]

AHHH i could not wait to post this until tomorrow, i am so hyped about their designs, i demand that you look at them now !! :33

ok a lil bit of rambling:

- first off, yes i forgot the lamb & goat’s crowns. i was gonna to go back to add them, but i found out a bit too late that resizing your canvas can completely ruin your line art so. :)) if i were to add them now they would look weird & out of place. ;—;

- ok anyway, let’s start with the cat boys. so they look a bit like little ninjas, which wasn’t my intention but i’m not mad about it, it kinda fits lol. i didn’t want their clothes to be too complicated since their robes are already pretty detailed, & i feel like they would prioritize comfort & mobility over appearance. otherwise, i didn’t really change much about their robes or physical features. :v

- now lamb’s design; i love it so much eee. :33c so i want their & narinder’s designs to be kinda similar, cuz of course you gotta have matching outfits with the god that you serve, like c’mon. the main similarities are the lil cloth around their not-pants(?), & then i changed the lamb’s shirt to be the same cold shoulder top that narinder has, with a sick ass corset to go with it. i wasn’t vibing with the poncho anymore. :P i also added shin pads of some sort? i think those look cool too. & then i added some little earrings cuz i am a sucker for piercings hehe.

- finally, goat’s design!! i think their design is my favourite so far. i’ve noticed i seem to really love character designs with the gold/purple colour combo.. *glances over at fnaf* >.> anywayyy.. it’s kinda hard to see if you aren’t zoomed in, but i just *had* to give them a septum piercing & a notched eyebrow, it felt absolutely essential. then they have lil gauntlet things (similar to the lamb’s shin pad things) & some funky pants with a lil cloth. also, in my head, lamb doesn’t care much for pants, & the goat doesn’t care much for shirts. why? who knows lmao. it just makes sense to me. & final note: YES THEY HAVE LIL FANGS, NO I DO NOT CARE IF ITS ANATOMICALLY CORRECT !!! I THINK IT LOOKS COOL & THATS ALL THAT MATTERS TO ME !!!

anyway.. i hope you like them. pls like them. ówò 👉👈

[dark-and-kawaii]

Read your new Haarlep and their pregnant dove story and was wondering if you could do a second part where Haarlep is with the child 👉👈

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱‧ Welcomed ‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱‧₊˚

Summary: Haarlep struggles with being an incubus and a newfound father. He doesn’t believe he could ever be fond over such a small insignificant thing, but his actions betray him and he finds himself oddly comforted, finds himself pulling her closer to him as if to watch over.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ Pairings: Haarlep x F!Tav/Reader

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ Content: Soft Haarlep - Comfort - Confused Haarlep

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ Notes: Absolutely!!! I'm so glad to be back on my Haarlep kick xoxo I have seriously missed writing for our favorite incubus!!! I kinda struggled with this because I was going for something, hopefully people see what I was trying to do bahaha ♡

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ Prt 1.

Haarlep struggled with his usual tendencies, those dark, insidious urges that had carved out his existence since time immemorial. As an incubus, the shadows were his playground, the pleasures and agonies he inflicted upon others a familiar dance… And the agonies and pleasures forced upon him in the hells, a relentless torment. This was the life he knew, a life that clung to him like a second skin.

But this… This was something else, something that defied his understanding.

Now, now there was a small, innocent soul that clung to him, that called out to him seeking comfort from just his mere presence… 

His newborn imp, as he called the tiny bundle of cries, his daughter, whom cried for him each night. Her tiny voice always piercing through the night. The incubus found himself strangely drawn to her in a way he had never anticipated. Besides you, no one had ever sought him out for simple comfort, for the warmth his skin could provide- not in this sense. No, he was used to those who called for him to be used and tossed aside… It was strange. And Haarlep was surprised he never found himself wishing for the small things demise like he would with others. 

Instead, he welcomed the child’s small pleas, teasing her about how noisy she could be, and welcomed her tiny hand that wrapped around his finger, even smiled as he watched her reach up to grab at his tail when he dangled it in front of her- a mischievous expression that never faulted on either their faces.

But most of all, strangest of all, the incubus found himself welcoming her in yours and his shared bed. Her small fragile body placed upon a plush pillow nestled against the side of his chest. His arms crossed with his face resting on them as he watched his creation yawn and close her eyes. Haarlep's eyes, usually so sharp and predatory, softened as he gazed at her. His own fiendish eyes slowly closing as he felt his wing drape over her like a protective cocoon… 

What was this? His lashes fluttered. Why was he acting in such a way? These wings were only meant for you, to shield you from those who might try and take you away from him, his precious possession, his dove, his sanctuary… Was it because she was a part of him? Or perhaps it was because she was apart of you? Nonsense, creatures like himself only cared about pleasure- only cared about the souls they claimed, about the souls they owned… His eyes flickered over to where you slept…

No, that wasn't quite true…

He was a slave to his urges, to his instincts, but he did not live solely for them. He lived for you, his precious dove, his treasure. His.

He wanted you. He needed you. Only you…  

So why was he feeling this way, these feelings for another?

A small whine pulled the incubus from his thoughts, and the fiend looked over at the small being that lay against his side.

There she was, his creation, his little imp. She was a piece of him, a testament to his existence, of what he was able to escape from and find freedom. Yet, she was so much more than just a creation… She was a newfound possession. His.

His tail slowly brought her closer to him, curling around the pillow as his breathing became more even. Haarlep chuckled, a smirk dancing across his face... He could never love such a pitiful, weak soul. His tail curled tighter around the pillow, drawing her even closer.

His hand found her cheek, his nails slowly and delicately tracing over her soft skin as she cooed in her sleep, “You really are such a noisy little thing.” He whispered, a hint of fondness in his voice.

If this were any other child, he would wonder what it would feel like to hear them cry out, their tears dripping onto his fingers... The thought of his daughter in such a state, his creation, a piece of him... A piece of you... Had him scrunching his nose, the very thought, the flicker of the image, it made him scowl...

You had taken him away from his enslavement, tore him away from the devils that used his body for their own pleasures, their own games. But now, now he found himself in a new prison, one that shackled him to this tiny creature... To his own flesh and blood, the very idea had him laughing silently. How had it come to this, how had you, his dove, made him this weak?

A low rumble vibrated from his chest, his fingers running through your hair as he hummed, “Oh dove.” His hand traced along your jaw, cupping your face, and tilting your head back gently to insure you didn’t wake, “because of you and that delicious soul of yours, I have become your slave in a new form.”

The incubus pulled his creation closer, a soft purr echoing throughout the room, “my flesh and blood...” He breathed, the words leaving him before he could even register what was said, “My little imp.”

Haarleps lips pulled into a smirk, his tail wrapping tighter around his daughter’s pillow. His wings unfurled, draping around the two of you, his hands holding the sleeping infant to his chest.

He would never be free. Not now. Not ever. He was bound to her, to you. And he welcomed it.

[sugar-coat-it]

hi belle! what do you think body piercer is like as a bf 👉👈

also would you do an alphabet or something for him? lowkey dying for more content for him

Hiii!! <3 

Omgggg wait wait let me tell you some details

He’s very much into punk rock (Fugazi, Rage Against The Machine, etc.) and lives in his band tees. Much like the back room of the parlor, a lot of his stuff is covered in stickers for his fav bands. So I think he’d really like to introduce his girl to his music if she’s willing to try it out, it would mean a lot to him!

Whenever he picks her up, he’s always blasting music LOUD so she knows when he arrives 

Big fan of CDs. You can bet your ass that he’s burning CDs for her for all sorts of things. Songs that remind him of her, songs he wants to fuck her to. Some of them are stupid too, like “Good Shit” scrawled in black Sharpie on a disc. Sometimes he’ll scribble little drawings on there too. His handwriting is shit and she loves it.

Also music related, he's an amazing concert bf, always making sure she can see and no one is getting too close to her. He'd be SO PROUD if she went to a punk rock show with him

Now… if she ever did say she was interested in getting another piercing of any kind, he is begging her to let him do it for her (for free, with princess treatment). He’s very much like “fuck yeah, do it” whenever she brings up a tatt or piercing of any kind

Quietly cuddling, he’s tracing her features with his finger, he comes to the bridge of her nose and he’s suddenly like “You have a good nose for a septum piercing” and she’s like “???”

He remembers everything about her, and he makes a point to, even if he has to write sticky note reminders to himself sometimes (ADHD brain as hell)

This man SMOKES. My god his marijuana tolerance level is ungodly. If his girlie is into it too, it would be the joy of his life to roll spliffs for her.

Big fan of getting baked with her, putting on music, and then going off about the album’s impact on the music world because he knows she likes listening to him talk, and none of his boys let him ramble on nearly as much

The late-night diner visits after hotboxing his car go CRAZY (side note, don’t ask me why, but I feel like he has a rubber duck on his dashboard)

One time after a smoke session they built a fort in his room and made out for close to an hour, all giggly and hazy

I think he’d like to let his girl paint his nails. He prefers black, but he wouldn’t mind painting his nails the same shade as girlie’s so they can match

He also let her braid his mohawk once… lol

Tea had sent me an idea about this, but he’d absolutely buy her engraved jewelry. Like… barbells with hearts that have little M’s engraved on them??? Holy shit 

Also, from a discussion with B, HE GOES SO FERAL WHEN SHE GOES BRALESS AND HE CAN SEE HER PIERCINGS THROUGH HER TOP

He keeps a Polaroid picture of her both in his wallet and at the desk in the shop 

If anyone asks about it he’s like “THAT’S THE LIGHT OF MY FUCKING LIFE”

Veeery possessive. Not to a toxic point, but she is his, and he makes sure that everyone is aware in his own little ways 

He likes to be touching her almost all the time. Whether it’s an arm lazily slung around her shoulders or lacing their pinkie fingers together

Really likes love bites. One time he left hickeys in the shape of a heart on her collarbone 

Y’all remember that hip pouch thing he wore during the 2020 era? That but it’s filled with his girl’s things like her lipstick or her wallet so she doesn’t have to carry them

Teenage boy humor. Hella “that’s what she said” jokes

He forgets stuff at her place constantly. She’s starting to wonder if it’s on purpose at this point. Maybe it’s his own way of feeling like a more permanent part of her life

Finding his jewelry on her dresser, his lighter on her coffee table, a hoodie hung by the door

Sometimes he’ll leave his keys and come running back into her place just to end up messily kissing her against the wall

Overall, I think he probably looks a little intimidating to people because he has a mohawk and wears chains and platform boots but he’s such a sweetheart oh my god anon. He just loves her so so so much, and he’s so gentle with her. I love him. So much. That’s my baby.

And as for an alphabet, maybe! I’d be happy to if that’s something you guys would want to see

[lixenn]

OCtober 2024 day 1: fav OC

To no ones surprise my favourite is my main guy Daniele Costa aka Chief because let's be real here I can talk about him for ages. I love Dave to bits but Chief was my first proper OC for a fanfic and I'm most familiar with him. He accompanied me through tough times (aka thesis hell) and through him I was able to meet you guys! And I love you all to bits! So Chief is my dude! My tired bean that is in desperate need of a vacation and a nap (I think he might also be my fav because I relate to him so much lmao).

I made the drawing but I've also written a snippet where I used @zoroara's OCtober prompt day 1: foamy as a writing prompt (just so people are aware: I'm sticking to the #bweirdoctober prompts for this year but I had this snippet pre-written for ages and I don't wanna just let it let it rot in my documents. So I hope it's alright that I add this here 👉👈)

@myrmyrtheorca have Sam :)

The washroom looked like a bomb exploded in it. Foam everywhere, floor just one big puddle of water, one wall absolutely riddled with suspicious cracks and the washing machine was smoking like chimney in a frosty winter. At this point Dan feared stepping into the room just in case the ceiling would fall on his head.

He pinched his nose, once again regretting well … every single choice that brought him to this moment.

“Why?”

His question resembled more of a plea for divine intervention than an actual inquiry.

Why indeed.

Why is he awake at - he checked his watch - way-too-fucking-early o’clock? Why is he dealing with this? Why did he ever decide to work for the Varia? Once again, why is he awake right now?

“Ummm…”

He turned to his subordinates who had grouped themselves together in a trembling pile, which probably functioned as some form of moral support.

Dan narrowed his eyes at the pile not bothering to find out who actually spoke up.

“Well,” he said, tapping his foot. “Why am I here?”

A panicked and telepathic exchange of looks followed to determine which poor schmuck would need to answer his question. In the end Sam - four months, cleaning crew, allergic against bees - was shoved to the front like a sacrificial lamb. She was certainly shaking like one.

Honestly, it’s not like he will eat them. Unlike Vlasta he had standards for what entered his mouth.

Dan raised his eyebrow at the woman who clearly wished for the ground to swallow her whole.

“I am waiting.”

Her eyes skittered around the room steadily avoiding his gaze until they eventually focus on the broken washing machine. Resigned, she slumped into herself.

“The washing machine blew up.”

“Clearly,” Dan said, his tone the only dry thing in the entire room. “This doesn’t answer my question.” He stepped closer to his subordinate, placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face until she was caught directly in his piercing stare.

“Tell me, Sam, why has Varia’s Chief of Staff been dragged out of bed to deal with one. Singular. Destroyed. Room?”

To her credit Sam did neither break eye contact nor did she start crying. However, her skin took a rather ashen parlour and if she bit her lip any harder there would be blood dropping down her chin.

“I- we- ummm…” she stuttered, trying to come up with some excuse that would save this situation.

Dan simply waited. And waited. And waited some more. In the end the silence dragged on for too long and Sam looked one second away from a panic attack, so he came to the conclusion that his last lecture of being kept in the loop had backfired on him. Apparently, his employees took the subject matter so much to heart and are now running to him in a panic for the most trivial of matters.

Time to correct that misconception.

He let go of Sam and addressed the hoard in its entirety.

“I was told it was emergency. Do you know what I qualify as an emergency?” He didn’t give them an opportunity to answer and started counting off incidents on his fingers. “Any of the assassin's going on a rampage. The castle actively burning down. PoisonChem messing with the water supply again. Or God forbid, my coffee supply mysteriously vanishing. You know what isn’t included on that list? Property destruction so minor it doesn't even make a dent into our repair budget.”

He crossed his arms, his whole being screaming displeasure and disappointed in all of their decision making skills. “Now, you are going to clean up this mess.” One of the newbies in the hoard furrowed his eyebrows, rebellion clear on his face.

Well, we can’t have that.

Dan clicked his tongue. “I will hear no argument. Apparently you weren’t able to deal with this yourself, since you deemed my presence a necessity. Well, here I am, giving you the orders you needed. Sort this out, get the Reps for the wall and ask Logistics if they have a spare washing machine on hand.” His words were met with frozen bodies and blank stares. “Did I fucking stutter? Move it!”

What followed could only be described as productive chaos which was an accurate summary of day to day happenings of Varia Housekeeping. It involved a lot of swearing, whacking people with brooms and the occasional breakdown about the horror of the week. How any cleaning gets done in this process was a mystery to Dan, but he will not argue with the results (unless the results are sloppy in which case he will make arrangements).

He turned to leave, fully intending to crawl under his blanket again. But before fully exiting the room, he looked back once more.

“And Sam?”

“Y-yes?”

“I want a full report on the culprits of this mess. Have it on my desk on Tuesday.”

“Tuesday!” she squeaked. “But Chief, it’s Monday!”

His smile was neither kind nor particularly nice. “Better hurry then.”

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If I may pick your beautiful mind for thots on frustrated salaryman Nanami 👉👈

note: oh to be used by nanami as his stress toy...

warnings: female reader, angry sex, degradation, mdni.

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⁜ nanami loves coming home to his beautiful girlfriend after a long, exhausting day of work

⁜ you can see his mood improve the moment he sees you inside the house. his face brightens as he calls out your name, followed by a gentle (and relieved) "i'm home"

⁜ and you love taking the stress out of him; whether it's by cooking, kissing, cuddling. for stressful weeks, you make sure to have a hot bath ready for him as you're finishing up your cooking

⁜ but this week has been different

⁜ as the end of the year is getting closer, nanami often finds himself buried between stacks of boring paperwork, his mind so full that he can't even escape to think about you to at least have something to look up for

⁜ that's why he's been more uptight, less energized, with horrible libido

⁜ and although you try to give him space, it's starting to become frustrating for you- and you know he's frustrated too

⁜ so, one evening, you gather all the ingredients to prepare his favorite food. and as soon as he textx you "i'm coming home" (which is eerily later than usual) you discard all your clothes and leave only your panties and apron on to surprise him

⁜ when nanami unlocks the door, you feel the adrenaline take over your body as your mind flashes images of him ripping your apron like a hungry animal the moment he sees you

⁜ "i'm home" he calls nonchalantly, as he throws away his bag and walks toward the bathroom while you stand next to him with a confused look

⁜ "is the bath ready?" he asks without looking at you

⁜ "n-no, i didn't prepare it today" your voice shakes

⁜ "it's alright, i'll prepare it"

⁜ you rush in front of him and gently push his chest to stop him

⁜ "don't you want to eat dinner first? i made you something special" you smile mischievously. you slowly turn your body to flash your bare back, hoping to get a reaction out of him, but you're met with empty eyes

⁜ "i'm not hungry now. i'm tired, i'll just go to bed. i need to wake up early"

⁜ you hold yourself back, but can't contain your anger anymore. nanami has never ignored your hard work and acts of service for him even if he was going through hell. what's up with him now?

⁜ "stop! what's happening with you, kento? can't you see how much i worked to make you happy?" you scream at him in a sudden burst of anger. "you don't even find me exciting anymore? what kind of a man just walks past his girlfriend like this? ungrateful!"

⁜ nanami stops mid walk and slowly turns to face you. his dark, empty gaze frightens you, it's a face you haven't been introduced to before

⁜ "what did you say? what did you call me?" nanami hisses, his raspy voice lower than ever, tone sharp as a knife

⁜ "i-i mean..." you stutter in shock. nanami walks toward you, his tall figure towering over you

⁜ "meal? my favorite meal? you're right, i'm fucking ungrateful. let's eat" nanami grabs your bare arm and pases to the kitchen where the neat table you prepared is waiting. the navy tablecloth hosts cold plates, with an unopened bottle of expensive red wine

⁜ "n-nanami, you're hurting me!" you wail, but it's no good. nanami drags you to the kitchen where he'll lightly throw you next to the table

⁜ "ungrateful. i am ungrateful! every day, i have to put up with people's shit for nothing! i have 50 people breathing down my neck, what do i have to be grateful for?"

⁜ he stops in front of you to grab your cheeks. "and what i come home to is you bitching. give me a fucking break" he spits his words out

⁜ "i can't even have time to fuck my girl properly" the atmosphere in the room suddenly changes with his annoyed scream. you grab the tablecloth and balance yourself. nanami is hectic, something he has never shown before, and his unpredictable movements scare you

⁜ nanami's gaze pierces through you. his face is dark, as the only lightning in the room is the few candles you lit

⁜ "always so good for me, hm?" nanami strokes your cheek. "always so caring, so loving, yet you can't always behave. you wanna help me?"

⁜ nanami grabs your hips with stern hands and turns you so that your face can be planted to the table

⁜ "n-nanami" you grunt

⁜ "be a good girl now" nanami pushes your back down as he takes off his belt with his free hand, and you obey. even the his touch on your bare back excites you after all those times without having felt his warmth

⁜ nanami pushes your pink, cotton panties aside before he enters you with one, swift motion before he lets out a deep growl. you squirm, letting his thick cock stretch your walls

⁜ nanami remembers how much he loved fucking you from behind, a fantasy that helped him get through boring weekdays that got lost in his sea of concerns these past few weeks; but here you are, prepped up for him, welcoming him inside you like you always have. but, to his surprise, it's not enough to destress him. his mind is still flashed with images of all the unfinished paperwork, all the times he got scolded for nothing

⁜ "fuck" nanami hisses under his breath

⁜ he pushes his hip forward, almost as if he wanted to hurt you. his mere strength is enough for tears to form in your eyes. your eyes roll back as your boyfriend's cock drills into you non-stop

⁜ "na-nanami!" you breath onto the tablecloth helplessly, but let yourself enjoy the dominance he holds over you. he has your chest pressed on the expensive wooden table, hands clasping the tablecloth, crystal wine glasses fallen down on the table, the dripping sounds of the wine drowned out with the slapping sounds...

⁜ nanami thightens his hands on your tighs before landing a slap on your ass which gets you by surprise

⁜ "you're gonna be a good girl from now on, right?" he asks with a low voice, one that sends shivers down your spine. to your demise, you're already too dumbfounded to answer your boyfriend properly. you mumble onto the table incoherently before nanami leans in closer to your ear

⁜ "you'll be a good girl for me, hm? like you always have been" nanami lowers his face down to your neck and buries his face in the crook of your neck. his hot breath tickles you, but you're too drunk on pleasure to shiver

⁜ "always so good for me" nanami continues moving his hips, this time fucking deep inside you as if he's trying to claim you all while drowning your neck and cheek in hot, wet kisses

⁜ "fuck, i love you so fucking much" he pants. he finds your hands and locks his fingers with yours over your hands that easily disappear under his. he has you locked under him, his weight pressed on you makes you feel safer than ever. his sudden gesture melts you inside, and you manage to make his name out as a thank you

⁜ nanami feels overwhelmed with love. the thought of you letting him use you to relieve his stress like that makes him filled with so much love and appreaciation, his mind fills with how much you put him first. nanami's sudden vulnerability reflects on his voice with his whimpering moans in your ear, and how his body presses on top of yours as if you two were the opposite ends of two magnets

⁜ your needy, high pitched moans harmonize with his deep yet whiny moans, and it sounds better than any kind of slow music you were planning on putting on tonight

⁜ you realize you're both close once nanami's thrusts become inconsistent and sloppy, and you feel your lower abdomen tighten as if knots were forming inside

⁜ "fuck" nanami hisses once more into your ear, calling out your name repeatedly before you feel him empty himself inside

⁜ you let loose with him. his body pressing on yours holds you in place, feet almost rising from the ground. nanami rides your high while keeping his head buried in your neck, letting in your shaky voice in

⁜ you two stay in position for a minute, feeling each others heart beat on top of each other. something in nanami shifts, it's like a switch was flicked, and suddenly he was your boyfriend again

⁜ nanami slips out and sits you on the chair gently, even fixing your messy hair before turning back to grap wet wipes off of the counter and kneeling in front of you to help you get yourself together

⁜ "delicious meal" nanami acclaims jokingly and you giggle. you watch his flushed cheeks rise with a loving grin, eyes shiny and perfect hair messy just like how you have always liked it

⁜ "such a shame the wine's gone though. it was pretty expensive, y'know? " you look over at the warzone that is the table you carefully designed. glasses scattered around, red wine staining the cloth and the floor, perfectly seared meat cold

⁜ nanami laughs. "that's alright. we won't have to worry about money for a long time"

⁜ "hmm, you don't say? can we get a maid to make up for the dinner tonight too?" you tease him the way he has always adored

⁜ "no need. i'll cook for you any time you want, you know that"

⁜ you run your fingers through his soft hair and grab his cheek

⁜ "i do"

i forget how i format my posts every time. i feel like i might have actually forgotten how to write smut ToT

anyways lol hope you enjoyed this :3

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I think we should throw the two twst French men into a room and observe how they interact 😳 👉👈

I FULLY AGREE WITH THIS… Let them congregate 😤 for French-on-French violence science!!

P.S. I think Rollo should speak full-on French just let me have this 😳 (Shoutout to @pointedly-foolish, who generously translated my English dialogue to French for this post~)

Like Fire, Hellfire.

Another school day was drawing to a close.

Rollo had settled into a comfortable routine by now. Keep his head low, avoid eye contact, speak little, stick to his textbooks and hug the quiet corners. In this manner, he avoided incidents with the NRC students.

His peers had filed out of the classroom long ago, racing off for extracurriculars, their friends, their dorms. They had places to be, people to be with. He didn’t.

… Good riddance. Rollo released a sigh as he retrieved his staff. Already, his mind was making a pass through a checklist. He had to hurry back to his temporary housing, prepare his usual dinner, cleanse himself of grime—

Click.

The classroom door suddenly swung closed right in front of him. A gloved hand on it, keeping the exit sealed off.

Rollo froze when he sensed a warm body behind him—from where the gloved hand had extended. A terrible realization sunk in: he had been caged, trapped between the door and some stranger.

Just his luck.

He glared over his shoulder, glimpsing his captor. It was a man in a golden bob, his vest a deep violet and his armband bearing the sword-strikeb apple emblem of Pomefiore. A hat with a generous brim shadowed piercing green eyes and a smile sharper than knives.

“Roi du Mouchoir,” the blonde man greeted with the tip of his feathered headwear, “bonjour.”

“You are Rook Hunt, if I’m not mistaken. I remember you from the... masquerade.” Rollo’s voice was tight. “Do you care to explain why it is that you’ve cornered me like this?“

“Désolé!! Pardon the intrusion.” Rook’s cheery tone seemed to indicate that he was, in fact, not sorry at all. “I consider myself a huntsman—and as it just so happens, I’ve found quite the fascinating quarry. Can you guess who it is?”

“... I have no quarrel with you, but I am not a wild beast to be hunted down. You wicked NRC mages seem to rely on the basest forms of amusement." Rollo folded his arms. "Kindly remove yourself—you're impeding my schedule."

“It will only take but a moment of your time!”

“I haven’t a moment to spare. Find another subject to amuse yourself with.”

« Non, non! » Rook wagged a finger and winked, sending a chill down Rollo’s spine. « Mon vœu n'est que de mieux vous connaître. »

I want to get to know you better.

Rook's words were sweet and low and intimate, like a lover's croon. The familiarity with which he spoke made everything in Rollo shrivel up and die. Disgust rose up like bile.

« Et j'aimerai être loins, loin de cet endroit damné, » Rollo snapped, his tongue laced with venom, « mais lamentablement, on ne peut pas tout avoir, n'est-ce pas? »

And I want to be far, far away from this wretched place—but I suppose we can’t all have what we wish for, now can we?

Rook didn’t miss a single beat. He held up an index finger.

« Auriez-vous l'obligeance de me donner un sourire? C'est tout ce que je demande! »

Would you be so kind as to give me a smile? That’s all I ask!

« ... Pourquoi? »

... Why?

« Je ne vous ai pas encore vu dans toute votre sincerite. Ta beauté. »

I have yet to see your most genuine self. Your beauty.

The phrasing of it rubbed Rollo the wrong way. His patience at last caved, and his tongue switched back, unleashing irritation unfettered upon the huntsman.

"Enough of this charade. You know perfectly well what sort of man I am. There is no need for you to play ignorant. To you villains, I am nothing more than a monster. That is the end of the story.”

"Ah, you speak of the portrait of a city dyed in crimson." Rook's eyes held a playful twinkle. "And you, its artist, driven by despair to bring about the end of the world as we know it."

"If you are going to waste my time, at least be more succinct with your blabber."

"Bien sûr." Rook chuckled and held out both hands, palms facing up. "That is only but one side of you: your lowest point. What I seek is a full spectrum of oneself, its mirror. A Roi du Mouchoir at his most jubilant and most radiant, emotions unclouded. Smiling."

Rollo scowled.

"It is physically impossible for me to force even a fake one when I am surrounded by blithering oafs," he shot back. Like yourself, he silently added. "Not to mention these grounds are infested with sin. How is anyone meant to be smiling in this scenario?"

Rollo, of course, discounted the stupid grin currently on Rook's face. Idiots didn't deserve the consideration.

Frustration curled at his temples all the same.

He could not understand it. Pain, suffering, loss—were those not shared experiences of the human condition? Yet here was a fool who seemed to take it all in stride, laughing as he winded down the path of life and smelled the roses that peppered it.

Saw the fairness of the world when Rollo could not.

Embers sparked under his skin, as if summoned up by a struck match. Rollo clenched his jaw. He didn't like it—didn't like that this buffoon and his flowery prattle were getting to him.

Rollo took a sharp breath in, then released it.

"... Move. You've held me up for long enough."

With the butt of his staff, he prodded Rook back, releasing his hold on the door. Rollo yanked it open, not even bothering to toss one last withering look back at the huntsman before passing through.

"Roi du Mouchoir!!"

Rook was likely at the doorframe now, calling after him.

"Do NOT follow me under any circumstances," Rollo said without looking, "or I will report you to the proper authorities for violating my personal boundaries."

It’s a wonder why he hasn’t been already.

“Fufufu. A strong rebuttal… however, I won’t admit defeat!” Rook continued, undeterred by the vitriol. Rollo could hear the smile in him. “I promise you, I will capture your smile someday. Le Chasseur d’Amour down not give up on the hunt quite so easily!”

Tch. What a meddlesome man.

Rollo grimaced into his handkerchief as he hurried down the hallway. With each step, Rook’s voice grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared entirely.

Clearing the courtyard, a sense of filthiness set in, clinging to Rollo’s robes like patches of a broken web. Cleaning off the day would have to come second to expunging the memory of the huntsman. The proximity of him.

Rollo wanted to retch all over again.

Rook was of sight, perhaps, but not out of mind.

[vibratingskull]

"I saw your asks are open 👉👈 would I please be able to request Thrawn x F!reader where thrawn has a breeding kink? Thank you if you end up getting around to it 💙 much love" - @thrawns-babygirl

Thawn with a breeding kink!! You're speaking to my soul dear !!!!!

Part 2

Tags : smut, breeding kink, cockwarming, p in v, creampie, multiple orgasms, fluff

Thrawnx f!reader

Thrawn is nothing but a gentleman. Always polite, put together and a man of elegance. He talked to you about his desire for a family, having little guys running around him laughing with their heart. He saw himself as a future father and was ready to try with you even though you are human. He made sure you shared his vision of course, around a cup of tea in a sunny afternoon at your apartment he asked you the question out of the blue:

"Ch’acah, what do you think of children?"

"I like them, why this question?" You raise your head from your holobook.

-Because I think I should start to worry about them if I want them for myself, he simply responds. I would love to hold a little one of mine in my hands, hug them.

You smile at the image it creates in your mind, him hugging the baby under the sun in your own garden, cradling them as he hums a tune.

"-"It would be adorable, you admit."

"Are you ready to try with me?" He extends his hand to you, with a calm tone but eyes full of hopes.

You take his hand and squeeze it.

"-"Of course, love."

And that was that. You have never heard of it since then, not that it surprised you: your lover is a busy man, always away on his ISD. He had other things to think about than family life, and you don’t hold that against him, you have your own life and job to think about.

Until tonight.

"What… What did you just say?" You ask, unsure of what you’ve heard.

He smiles snarkily, biting your ear, purring loudly. You're laying down on your bed, lazily making out like you always do when he comes back from a long campaign. You especially choosed a negligee of his favorite color to welcome him and he was not able to take his hands out of you since he passed the door, kissing you and kneading your boobs tenderly.

"I said," he repeats slowly, " would you let me breed you?" 

He peppers kisses on your cheeks and jaw, malaxing your tits under the fabric as you try to make sense of what he just said to you. 

Breed?

Thrawn is a very reserved person, always in control, bad tongues would say uptight or repressed, even with you he remains a bit aloof. And in your sex life he proved himself pretty vanilla even if he accepted to try any new fancy you come to think about with a gentle smile. 

So for him to ask you this.

On those terms.

So crudely and shamelessly.

He could have say “I want to try for a baby” but he very deliberately chose this… word

It shook you up a bit.

You look at him, your lower lips trembling a bit as he observes you intensely, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

"Breed?"

"Am I not clear enough?" He tilts his head.

"You-You are! It’s just… It’s so sudden and you never speak of your desire so openly, I-"

He chuckles, burying his head in the crook of your neck and nibbling at your sensitive skin.

"You are right, I usually let you experiment as you please but tonight…" 

He bites down your shoulder earning a yelp of surprise and pleasure from you.

"...tonight I feel selfish. I want you all for myself, for my pleasure, for my own fantasies."

He licks his way from your shoulder to your jaw.

"Would it not be a marvelous sight? You, pregnant at my side, giving me as many children as I so desire… Letting other men know you are whole for me… Taking me so well, as you were made for me…"

You hear a growl echoing in his throat at his words. He licks your cheek and nibbles your ear once again. You are out of words, completely taken by surprise and a tingle of excitement piercing your flesh. He always has been a laid back lover, it is the first time you hear his jealousy for other men put into words. It makes you feel wanted, jealously guarded…

You nod, at a loss for words.

"Yes…" you breath.

He grins.

"Wonderful… " Hekisses you delicately. "Let us start now!"

And without any warning, he seizes your negligee and tears the delicate fabric apart, letting you bare before him. You gasp in surprise.

"Thrawn ! Those are not free!"

But you say it for form, in reality this display of animality strikes you straight at your core. You curl your toes in anticipation. He pulls your panties, kissing your legs and thighs.

"I am sorry, I will buy you another. A new one for each child. I will buy you a hundred."

"A hundred." You say intimidated "Thrawn you can’t be serious?"

"I have full trust in you" he says looking into your eyes, completely seriously.

He discards your undergarment in one corner of the room, and crawls between your legs, a deep rumble from his throat like a ravenous carnivore. He flashes his pearly white teeth to you, and you realize they are exceptionally pointy and long. You gulp.

He spread your legs nice and wide and lay on his stomach between them, never breaking eye contact. He kisses your inner thighs gently, biting into it once with an amused chuckle before focusing on your pussy. He kisses your venus mount reverently and buries his nose in your pubes, inhaling your musk with a deep rumble in his chest making you bite your inner cheek. With the flat of his tongue he takes a long, sloppy lick across your cunt. You moan, squirming under his grip. He trails your slit with his wet tongue before focusing on your clit, he sucks, kisses, nibbles, circles and licks across your nervous bud. You throw your head backward in mind blowing pleasure, he always been so good at eating your pussy but tonight he seems determined to surpass himself. You mewl for his ears, vocalizing your pleasure, letting him know he does a good job, and in response his purr gets deeper. It feels like an actual big feline is in the room, instead the vibrations spread into his tongue which add to the wonderful sensations he makes you feel. Your fingers find their way in his soft hair, pulling him closer to the heat pool between your legs, you roll your hips in tandem with him devouring you like a starved man. You feel all your blood flowing down your southern mouth, gorging your tender flesh. Your legs start trembling and your hips jolt away from him, the pleasure getting to much for you, but he growls and pin you down, forcing you to endure his assaults. Your walls puffing up until they clench furiously on the void and you squirt in his face. You let out an embarrassed whine as he thoroughly laps and drinks at your cunt.

"Sorry, I should have warned" you say between pants.

"Never say sorry for that" he orders licking his lips, "Now let us up to it!"

He rises to open his white jacket. He loves to make love to you in his pristine white uniform, it makes him feel important and dignified. You see the bulge in the tight fabric as he opens his pants, your mouth waters at the sight of his hardened cock. He lets himself fall on you with a chuckle, embracing you he rolls on his back, letting you straddle his lap.

"I want you to ride me tonight, ch’acah" He indicates.

You rise on your knees and take his dick in your hand. You give it a few strokes before aligning it with your entrance and ease it inside you, your former orgasm helping tremendously. You moan at the feeling of being full to the brim, his girth stuffing you just like it should. You grin of pleasure and circle your hips before riding him. His hands under his head, Thrawn devours you with his ravenous glowing eyes, looking at your breast bounce in a hypnotizing manner.

"That is it, Ch’acah. Fuck yourself on my cock, show me how much you want me inside of you. Fuck you stupid, earn my seed…" He licks the remnant of your juices on his lips, growling lowly

"Yes, Thrawn…" you breathe

You work your hips up and down as much as you can, as quickly as you can. You feel his veiny length grazes your g spot deliciously as he stretches you out to permit his girth to enter you. You rock yourself up and down rapidly, chasing another orgasm, feeling unbolded by his gaze on you, giving you wings. You hear him breath deeply under all your whining, a rare clue of his pleasure, so you give your all and double-down on your motion, trying to please him as much as possible. He throws his head backward a bit, repositioning himself comfortably on the pillows, his hands grasping your hips and brushing your skin with his thumbs.

"Go on, Vir, You are doing so good. Please yourself…"

Rapidly you pant and feel your trembling legs giving up, you try to keep up by taking support on his chiseled abs under his shirt but soon your body gives up and you end up laying on him, with shaking legs. You swear internally, you were so close to another orgasm!

"Tssssss…" He spanks your ass, "I have to do everything around here" he growls.

He holds down your hips and starts rutting inside you at a high pace. You gasp at his change of tone, him who’s usually so supporting and nice… He repeatedly hits your cervix, deep inside you and you can’t do anything but take it. You moan as he mercilessly thrust into your wet, slick cunt. He pushes air out of your lungs as your clit gets all swollen and puffy, you helplessly slide a hand between your two bodies to caress it. 

"Greedy, are you not?" He mocks, "You can’t satisfy yourself with what I generously offer you?"

"No, Thrawn! It’s just-"

"Silence. I am not interested in your excuses." he bites your ear with a loud purr, contrasting with his mean words.

He slows down his pace to give you violent thrusts that will leave you sore until he cums inside you. You cry out at the familiar sticky and warm sensation of his seed inside you. Without warning he slips out of you and pushes you on the mattress, you yelp and end up on your stomach, face first in the pillows and your hips in the air.

"Since you cannot contempt yourself with what I give, might as well let me take the lead."

He pinches your butt and you cry out again, indignant, before entering you again in your raw hole. Him who is usually so tender and loving transformed into a totally new man, ruthless and animalistic. He fucks you senseless, knocking you forward at with each thrust.

"Ideally we will need to do it everyday, several times a day" he indicates mundanely.

You're out of breath, disheveled and sore but he’s clearly not even close to being tired or panting. The man is a fucking unit, as your gonna learn at your expense.

"We will continue while you are pregnant, of course. A happy and well cared for mother guarantees a healthy baby and I cannot take any risk. And once you delivered them, I will fuck another one into you right away."

He plunges his shaft profoundly into you, his potent sperm acting as an efficient lubricant. You mewl each time he rocks his hips against your thigh ass, more like a fleshlight than an active participant.

"It will be wonderful. You, full and round,giving me little ones as much as I want… I always desired a big family, giving my children siblings for them to never be alone."

You don't comment on that, knowing too well where that comes from him. Instead you try to steady yourself with your elbows as he threatens to push you over at each powerful thrust. 

"You will be the best mother for my children. Caring and patient, I could not dream of a better candidate." He buries himself to the hilt and circles his hips. “Maker, you are so tight…”

He spanks your ass and kneads the flesh of your hips with his large hands. 

"Now be a good girl and take what I offer. "

He thrusts into you one last time and comes inside you again. You whine his name as pleasure waves come crashing down upon you. You feel your soft tummy get swollen with the quantity of cum he just gave you. He pulls himself out and you fall on the mattress with a 'oof'. You feel is semen oozing out of you, flowing down your thighs and on the sheets. He observes the spectacle, fascinated. 

"You are wasting it" he berates. 

He traces his fingers along your thighs and pushes it back in. He takes your legs and pulls them to put you on your back, you let him do, trying to catch your breath. He pushes his slender finger in your overstimulated pussy, brushing your g spot so deliciously. He fingers you thoroughly, dragging any moan you have left in you. 

"Relax, Ch'acah" he murmurs, "Take this time to recover some energy."

He leans over you and takes one of your tits in his mouth, rolling it with his tongue and alternating with the other.

"You are so good for me, letting me use you as I please. What did I do to deserve you ?"

You giggle, exhausted. 

"Shouldn't I say that ?" 

He doesn't answer, his purring resume loud and clear. You moan, squirming under his weight as he eases his finger in and out of you, adding two others he hooks his knuckles to graze at your sweet spot relentlessly as he peppers kisses on your breast and your collar bone.

“Ah- Thrawn…” You gasp, tears just behind your eyes ready to spill, “Please… please kiss me…”

He raises his head to look at you, his expression indecipherable. For a second you think you said something bad, but slowly he leans towards you and kisses you oh so tenderly. You moan in the kiss as he works his fingers inside you. He gently pushes his tongue inside to hug and dance with yours. You dig your nails in the fabric of his black top, as he kisses and fingers you rhythmically, in unison. You came for the third time tonight, toes curling and eyes rolling inside your skull. The cry of your orgasm is muffled by the kiss and his purring. He releases your lips, biting on the lower one, to let you catch your breath. He takes out his fingers and bring them to your puffy lips.

“Suck.” He softly orders.

You open your mouth and lick his digit thoroughly, lapping them clean as he purrs approvingly. He stands up to undress completely, letting you on the bed, messy, lips swollen and mind-blown, your remain immobile as your chest moves up and down rapidly. He passes a hand in his hair and with your tired eyes you see the thinnest layer of sweat glistening on his gorgeous body. His strong arms, his broad shoulders, large chest, well chiseled abs, tiny waist and long legs. You don’t deprive yourself from devouring him with your eyes. He crawls back on the bed to you, kissing you languorously. He pushes you on your back, laying on you, embracing you with his arms, squeezing you tightly.

“Ch'ah ch'acah vah…” He sings between kisses “Ch'ah ch'acah vah.”. 

He caresses your cheek with his thumb as he grazes your back. This is your man, tender and loving, the one you’re used to. Even if his former demonstration of possessiveness was agreeable and madly, madly exciting, you’re glad he’s back to his usual self, you love him affectionate. His hands travel south, he pushes your legs against your bust giving an easier access to your pussy. He kisses your forehead and enters you once again. You feel his cock pushing its way in your tight core, deliciously stretching you out for his veiny shaft.

“I love how you strangle my cock.” He explains shamelessly. 

It makes you flush and you feel your cheeks burning hot. He thrust deep inside you, slowly, methodically, strategically.He slides his hand into yours and intertwines your fingers. Just like his war plans, he meticulously studied you, what you like, what makes you cry of pleasure and uses it against you, driving you crazy with bliss. He rolls his hips sensually, like a dance, brushing your gummy sweet spot deep inside you. He thrust in you languidly, nibbling at your ear. You circle his shoulders with your arms and dig your nails in his blue skin, whining with tears rolling down your cheeks and glossy eyes. You feel so loved, so adored when he makes love to you like that…

“Vah're ch'eo vim ch'eo nor.” He murmurs in your ear, making your heart sing.

You hear him grunt and groan as he pushes into you.

“Vah k'ir ch'ah ran'cah cseo bun, ch’acah.”

You entangle your legs around his waist, imprisoning him inside you and kiss his cheek.

“I love you Thrawn.” You pant “I never loved someone so much before…”

He caresses your cheek and kisses you once again. You humm against his lips as you feel the vibrations again. It tickles a bit, you giggle and he squeezes you tighter at your chuckle. His tall stature shields you completely, you feel safe as he presses his warm body against yours. He quickens his pace, plunging into you with obscene noises, wet flesh slapping wet flesh. His weight on your tummy forces his seed out of you, sticking the legs of both of you and definitely ruining the sheets. He frees you lips and you lower your head to see your bodies connecting, it’s a real mess down there! Your breath gets caught up as you observe his cock pushing into you mercilessly, a creamy “O” at the base. His thrusts become erratic until he goes still, emptying himself into you, moaning your name. You feel both of your bodies contracting and tensing up as your pussy milk him for every last drop he has. Your orgasm is much softer and warm, like waves of heat washing over you. A really nice ending to this delicious soiree.

He lays upon you, catching his breath, you hear him pants next to your head. You caress his hair, peppering kisses on his cheek. He squeezes your hand, not releasing you and kiss your forehead before putting his own against it. You look up at his closed eyelids, observing as droplets of sweat rolls on his glistening skin, thinking that you married the most gorgeous man in the all galaxy. You brush your nose with his, making him open his eyes. He looks into yours like he’s entranced and kisses you deeply, not removing himself from inside you. You kiss him back with enthusiasm before he rises to a sitting position, slicking his hair back.

He caresses your swollen tummy full of his cum with a side grin, mind absently like he’s already picturing your children.

“How do you think they will be?” You ask him.

“Like you” He murmurs, his fingers dancing on your venus mont.

“I would prefer it if they were little geniuses like you!” You contradict.

He chuckles.

“You would not bear having multiples of myself around you, cha’cah. It would be chaos.”

“I doubt it, they would be the calmest, most polite children to ever exist.”

He shakes his head.

“They will be like the most amazing woman alive, and the Galaxy will be better for it.”

You throw a pillow at his head.

“You vile flatterer!” You laugh.

He catches the pillow adroitly and leans to kiss you again.

“I love you, Thrawn.”

“I love you more…” he responds enamored

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“Ch'ah ch'acah vah”: I love you 

"Vir": Dear

“Vah k'ir ch'ah ran'cah cseo bun, ch’acah”: You make me feel so good, love

So I tried to write him more mean/dominant than usual, but I'm a tender Thrawn whore so it didn't last... I hope you like it either way !!!

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Will Mc be able to have piercings/tattoos?

Bc I was wondering how the Ro's would react to finding out a shy little witch having their nipples pierce 👉👈

So, Regency era (also im being such a shit head naming the period regency era but shhh ehehe) could get their ears pierced and little else. A few years later the Victorians got on board with nipple and genital piercings, fun fact.

So, piercings wise, I'm going to be a shit because, not-such-a-big-surprise, this is not historic Regency era. At all. It follows roughly the same fashions and trends as historically accurate England in Regency Era, but nah, history is different. There is a mad monarch and a regent in charge currently but that's where the history stops being similar.

So honestly? Why not, piercings will be a thing. As well as tattoos, but the Witch hasn't been able to get any yet. They have to do that in game.... If they dare.

ANYWAY:

L Rawlins: Oh dear lord. They're not a swooner, but that would take them WAY off guard. Stares. Going to be a struggle not to bite.

S Della Rovere- Oh, matching! Let's rub them together and make them clink!

Z Chambers- Open mouth. Stupidly, would ask "That's allowed?" Before their face crumples in mortification that they asked such a dumb thing. Starts grumbling and instead latches on to make you forget what they said.

V De Winters- Smirks and playfully flicks them. "Oh, look at you. Was feeling brave one day, hm?" Gonna tease them into oblivion.

Seir- Were probably with you when you got them, ngl. Either way, grins. "Bet these are all the more sensitive, hm?" Sometimes grope them semi publicly because they're the worst.

Saleos- A bit surprised. "Oh, look at you. All adorned, ready for me." Is going to be the one who wants to find you other piercings that are bejeweled, reds and golds.

Starling Knight- Blinks. One gloved hand coming down to squeeze gently. "Hm. Pretty." Then, in the meanest way, pinches your nipple, their eyes crinkling a bit. "What? Testing how sensitive you are."

A Lancaster- Depends on when you have sex with them for the first time. At the first opportunity? They're ripping at your shirt a bit more and stares. Blinks. Growls, "Obviously, I've misjudged you badly" and going to fucking bite at them. Later on, in a relationship? "Now, did you do these yourself? Because I refuse to believe you did these with someone else's help." Flat, but a small smirk playing on their lips.

E Rawlins- Eyes get all wide. Pupils large and black. Licks their teeth. Usually they leave hickeys on your neck and thighs but yeah, your chest is going to be COVERED.

Quincy Beaumont- Grins. "Awh. Was just thinking about getting you these. Beat me to it, hm?" Leans in to whisper, "Little harlot, aren't you?" And flicks them.

D Woolf- Goes the brightest red you've ever seen. Stutters. Makes a soft whining noise. "Can I....?" Wants to suck them so badly, nuzzling into them.

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|ω･)ﾉ👉👈 could i get some fluffy comfort pwetty pweaseeee(´,,•ω•,,)♡ mm, mc/emma is just… having a bad few weeks and it all piled on top of her and beat her down a lil, she's lost all confidence in herself, in her ability, and her looks ._. she lost her sparkle and her bounce so… silvio being silvio and trying to give her her sparkle baaack ;u; either pov is good!! ;uuuu;

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Silvio Ricci x Reader Hurt/Comfort + Fluff WC: 1.1k

It seemed that everything you’d been doing recently was destined to be a disappointment. The paperwork you’d done: riddled with mistakes. The event that you were planning: A complete mess after three different vendors cancelled. Even your cooking seemed to be nothing more than a Clavis-esque conglomeration of ingredients.

After so many repeated failures, you could feel your confidence slipping. It had been hard coming to Benitoite; the culture was so drastically different from Rhodolite, and to say you had been feeling out of place would be an understatement. You’d managed to get through the first couple of months easily enough since Rio and Silvio had rarely left your side, but life goes on and responsibilities piled onto both of them relentlessly, leaving little room to cater to you any longer.

You’d hardly seen either of them this past week: Silvio out on a voyage and Rio up to his ears in fixing a collection of trade agreements. You know it doesn’t help to feel sorry for yourself, but you couldn’t seem to stem the rushing tide of negative, self-deprecating thoughts that flooded your brain.

Even now, as you sit staring out over the sea from the balcony you couldn’t seem to shake the dark cloud hanging over you to truly enjoy the beautiful colors of the sunset. You let your head drop into your hands, heaving a heavy sigh.

You hear the sound of the door bursting open, followed by the obvious jangling of your fiancé as he strides into the room. At first you feel a brief rush of excitement that is devoured by the shame you’d been burying yourself with all day.

“Okay, what the hell happened?” Silvio barks, flopping onto the sofa beside you.

You curl in further to yourself, trying to become smaller, but of course Silvio isn’t going to accept that. He pulls you into his lap, turning you to face him.

“Ya gonna tell me why you didn’t run up to greet me like an excited puppy? Something obviously musta happened or you’d be bouncing all over the place and yappin’ my ear off.” He grumbles, pulling your hands away from your face.

When he sees your forlorn, defeated expression, his gaze softens.

“That’s the last time I leave you under the watch of that damned dog.” The statement is meant to be inaudible, but he can’t hide the growl in his throat.

“Come on, tell me what’s goin’ on,” he whispers, tilting your chin to force you to look at him. Staring into his sea-blue irises sends warmth through your body, but you still feel like opening your mouth would only make him more upset.

“…it’s nothing.” You whisper, leaning into his shoulder and taking in his familiar spicy scent.

“Bullshit.”

He shuffles around, pushing you back so that you can’t hide from his piercing gaze.

“Talk to me.” The deep frown on his face pulls at your heart and you finally let out a sigh.

“It’s just been a rough week, is all,” you admit, forcing an unconvincing smile. You lean in to give him a kiss and he puts a hand on your forehead, pushing you back again.

“That ain’t gonna cut it, you’ve had rough weeks before and they don’t have ya lookin’ like that,” he scoffed. His eyebrows quirk up in question and you feel your heart sink.

You swallow, feeling the emotions you’d been bottling up for the past few weeks bubbling to the surface. The gentle kiss to your forehead causes the dam to burst.

“I… I can’t seem to do anything right…” You feel your voice catch, “Everything I’ve done for so long just falls apart and I can’t help but wonder what’s wrong with me? Why can’t do anything myself without completely messing it up.” You feel your eyes stinging with tears at the admission. A shaky breath escapes your lips and suddenly you’re falling backward.

As your back hits the couch, you see Silvio leaning over you. He threads his fingers through yours and squeezes tightly.

“You ain’t supposed to be thinkin’ like that dammit. How do you not see how amazing you are?” He says, voice softer than you’d ever heard it. He leans in and presses a kiss to your lips, so gentle and full of love, your chest aches.

“One of the things I love most about you is how you try so fuckin’ hard all the time and put your all into everything you do. I get that since stuff’s been fallin’ apart, it probably does hurt more for you. You take everything so seriously. But you don’t need to blame yourself. You came into royalty outta nowhere. No ordinary woman would be able to handle the ridiculous work load without cracking. No other person I can think of would be able to do what you’ve done.”

Letting out a long sigh, Silvio reaches up and strokes your cheek with his thumb, staring deeply into your eyes.

“What I’m tryin’ to say is… if you’re feeling like nothing’s going right…remember that you’re my favorite person in the whole world and I can’t have you thinking bad stuff about her, okay?”

The earnest passion in his voice twists your heart and you’re unable to hold back the tears.

“Aahhh shit! That wasn’t supposed to make you cry!” He mutters, sitting back on his knees, running his hand through his hair. He hops up, beginning to pace anxiously.

It takes you a moment to regain your composure, but soon you’re standing and just as he turns back to face you, you throw yourself into Silvio’s arms.

“What the—”

You cut his response off with an aggressive kiss. When you finally release his lips, you hold Silvio’s face in your hands and looking him directly in the eye.

“Thank you, Silvio,” you whisper.

“You’re so damn confusing.” He murmurs, a smirk lifting the corners of his mouth before he leans down and captures your mouth in another kiss.

You’re not really sure how, but his less than eloquent reassurances are able to soothe your worried mind more than anything else ever could.

The rest of the evening passes with the warmest of snuggles and the sweetest of words shared just between the two of you.

The next morning you wake in his arms, his vibrant gaze rested on your face. The tender love you can see in those deep oceanic pools brings another wave of affection rushing through you and you pull him into a brief kiss.

“You back to being you?” He asks with a chuckle as you part.

You nod, smiling happily at him.

“Good.”

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⭐️✨🌟⭐️✨I want to hear about something you’ve been dying to talk about😊

🥺👉👈 I want to talk about chapter 2 of Prince's Consort, pls

I love this chapter so much, and I love this story so much. I have really been getting into the weeds of worldbuilding for this one as much if not more than when I started Changing Currents.

One of my favorite things to think about when designing a culture is what the fashion would look like and why people would be dressed like that, so in chapter two I really got to start showcasing that with their clothing and how it changes for festivals. In Ennonata, and specifically in Shigaraki's kingdom, fashion is modeled after armor and fighting, but it's not meant to be functional. In demonic society, the average person, and even the average warrior doesn't wear armor to protect themselves from being hurt because if they die, they will come back, so what's the point? And if non-fatal wounds can be healed in a matter of seconds with magic, why bother at all? It creates a sharp distinction between how demons consider the world and combat over mortals. I also had fun then showcasing that attitude in concert with the fact that the guards do wear real, functional armor, with the implication behind that being their conflicts could be more drawn out and they may not have access to healers during them, making it more important for them over everyone else, including their Prince, to be able to endure more.

And the fabric!!! Oh, I love the fabric so much. So in most hot environments, especially deserts, clothes are made to cover up the body to keep sun exposer lower, but the clothing is made with lighter materials and fibers that can wick away sweat and promote its evaporation to help keep people cool. But in Ennonata, because it is just ambiently warm from the temperature of the burning souls, there is no sun, and demons don't sweat nearly as much as mortals do, their clothing is designed to be decorative and flowy. It is open so that they can be cooler from any breeze, and it reflects a culture that has a very limited concept of modesty.

And the way that clothing and jewelry are used to denote occupation makes me fucking insane!!!! Pets get piercings on their genitals! Outside of just blatantly having them wearing cuffs or chains which could be mistaken as the marks of a slave, this makes it impossible for them to ever escape because they are as good as branded (slaves are the ones who actually get branded in this society), because anyone who ever sees them naked will know what they were supposed to be! The Prince barely bothers with jewelry, but all of the other higher up demons drape themselves in symbols of wealth and luxury to showcase how much power they have. This decadence from those kinds of demons is meant to parallel how "new money" people tend to go for flash while "old money" people go for more classic designs of an extremely high quality. But!! There's another layer of it for Shigaraki because he is on the "new money" side of this equation! He started off enslaved as a gladiator, and rose to the position of Prince! He should be, more than anyone, trying to showcase how powerful and wealthy he is now, but he doesn't!! What does that say about him as a character? I can't wait to get into it!!!

Uh, yeah, I have a lot of feelings about Prince's Consort, sorry for exploding about them