#would make me believe in g*d again i think

[etherealmelodys]

Choi Su-Bong/ Thanos

NSFW Alphabet

Warning: Talks of oral, penetrative sex, squirting, dacryphilia, mentions of drugs, Thanos just being himself.

A/N: ong I'm sick of ppl writing Thanos like he's abusive, my purple haired king would never!! But tbh he's lucky he ain't real or I'd suck the skin right off his dick ykwim

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Contrary to popular belief, I don't think he'd be that bad at aftercare. He's not amazing at it don't get me wrong, but he's not gonna just leave you alone with nothing. He definitely might offer you some sort of drug he's got on his roster, but I believe he'd clean you up and make sure that you're feeling okay and get confirmation that he wasn't too rough with you.

B - Body Part (Their favorite body part on you and themselves)

Nobody can tell me that this man isn't obsessed with his tongue oml. To him, it's a gift from the gods that he gets to use it to taste every part of you. From your soft lips to your breasts, all the way down to your cunt. He's an ass man oh my. He loves the way it jiggles when he fucks you from behind, how soft and smooth it is when he grips it while you ride him.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum)

You cannot tell me this man doesn't love cumming all over your back or ass. He's obsessed with the way it slides down the curve of your ass, coating his thighs in the substance. He adores how messy the whole process is, wanting to see you covered in just him, it could get him higher than any drug he's tried.

D - Dirty Secret ( Self-explanatory)

He just wants one night where he can do whatever he wants to your tits. Whether it be playing with your nipples, leaving hickeys on them, massaging them, or more importantly squishing them together and fucking them, his tip going between your plump lips every time he thrusts up into them.

E - Experience (How experienced are they?)

Did y'all see all the people that swarmed him once they knew who he was? Imagine what it was like outside the games. He is well-experienced when it comes to fucking someone, but not having an intimate moment with another person.

F - Favorite Position (What positions do they like the most?)

He loves any position that puts him in a position of control. He loves reverse cowgirl especially because it gives him full access to the sight of your ass. He's also a fan of doggy style, again due to the sight he gets of your ass but also because of how deep he can get in that position.

G - Goofy (How serious are they in the moment? Do they tease you?)

He is teasing the shit outta you I'm so sorry. I don't think he has the capability not to tease you. It just gets him so worked up seeing your eyes well up with tears at his comments, it just makes his cock throb.

H - Hair (What’s the hair situation down there)

I honestly cannot decide with him. For one he gives off the vibes that he's bald down there, finding the hair to be an annoyance. But also I don't think he'd care enough about it to shave it and just let it grow. For the sake of the argument, I'm just gonna say he shaves his shit bald.

I - intimacy (How romantic are they in the moment?)

I feel like there are some times when he can be very romantic if you need it. Usually, he's the type to go rough and fast. But occasionally he can be slow and sensual, giving you gentle kisses and touches, treating you as if you were the most delicate thing he's ever handled.

J - Jack Off (How often do they touch themselves?)

He jacks off very frequently, about every other day tbh. I don't think he'd do it to porn often, and if he did it would be to an actor who looks like you. But most of the time he does it to the memory of you, whether it be you grinding down on his face making those pretty noises he loves so much, or him fucking into you, your whines the only thing he can hear besides the slapping of your skin against his.

K - Kinks (What are their kinks?)

You cannot tell me this man isn't into Exhibitionism. He loves the idea of you guys almost getting caught in the middle of the act, he swears he feels himself get even harder at the sight of you trying to quiet yourself down in an attempt to not get caught. He's also into dacryphilia, seeing you cry from the overwhelming amount of pleasure he's causing you makes him cum right on the spot.

L - Location (Where do they prefer to have sex?)

He would be into anything public, bathroom stalls, fingering you under a table, having you bounce on his dick in a dark crowded club, he's into it all.

M - Motivation (What turns them on?)

Seeing you in any type of revealing clothing, especially skirts, immediately gets him hard. Seeing you in lingerie is by far the sexiest thing you could wear in front of him. He'd want you to keep it on as he bends you over, pulling the lingerie to the side and eating you out to his heart's content.

N - No (What are some things they’ll never do?)

He's not really into the whole submissive role, he always wants to be the one in charge, at least during any sexual interaction. He's also not into doing anything that can seriously harm you.

O - Oral (How do they feel about oral? Do they prefer giving or receiving?)

I don't think he has a preference between the two. He loves the sight of you on your knees, trying to fit his cock in your mouth, tears in the corner of your eyes due to the brutal pace he's set fucking your face. But he also adores the feeling of your thighs wrapped around his head, unintentionally pulling him closer to your cunt. The feeling of it pulsing around his tongue when he finally makes you cum, the little whines and moans you let out from the overstimulation.

P - Pace (How fast/slow are they?)

He's fast with his pace, he swears he can't help himself. The feeling of your tight walls wrapped around his cock, practically begging him to pound you into the mattress with all the force he can muster. It's your fault for feeling so damm good.

Q - Quickie (How do they feel about quickies?)

He loves them so much! He's usually busy writing his songs or in the studio recording, so quickies are always a yes for him.

R - Risk (How willing are they to experiment? Do they take any risks?)

He loves experimenting, but he's usually the one to initiate it due to his impulsive behavior. If it’s something you're not willing to try he'd absolutely respect that. But if you brought something up? Oh baby he's down to do whatever as long as it doesn't put either of you in danger. Wanna try out bondage? Go ahead and get comfortable because you'll be tied up for a while.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they do? How long can they go for?)

When he's not high out of his mind, he doesn't go that many rounds usually 2 will be enough to get him tired. But when he's off some? Ooh boy you better prepare yourself. This man is a beast when he pops a pill, you'll be so exhausted by the time he's finished. Expect around 4-5 rounds with him before he's all out of energy.

T - Toys (Do they have any toys? Are they willing to use any?)

I don't think he has that many to be frank, at most he has a vibrator or two, maybe a cock ring if you wanna be bold. I think he's so cocky and confident about his skills that he finds them to be unnecessary. Sometimes if you're having trouble cumming he’ll take one out and use it on you, but it always gets out of hand due to the fact that he wants to see you squirt from the toy. “Cmon baby, I know you can do it. Don't you wanna make me happy? I know it'll feel so good for you so just relax and squirt all over this toy”

U - Unfair (Do they tease you? How unfair are they in the bedroom?)

I fear this man is the biggest teaser throughout the whole show. He'd find a way to tease you about anything and everything. In the bedroom you are not getting a MOMENT of peace. This man will edge you and overstimulate you all in the same night. He’ll find a way to tease you about the noises you make, saying “Aww baby, you're being so loud! Am I making you feel that good? Don't be shy, you can admit that I'm the best at making you cum.”

V - Volume (How loud are they?)

He's not too loud when it comes to his noises, just occasional growl and grunt. He's definitely into dirty talk though, a lot of it. You'll hear him say stuff like “That's my good bitch, taking my cock up her cunt like the good girl she is. Don't worry baby, I'm gonna make you feel so good you won't know what to do with yourself.”

W - Weird Fact (Self-explanatory)

He's always wanted someone to do a line of coke off his cock while he was hard.

X - X Ray (What’s it looking like in those pants.)

He's about 5’11, a little on the thinner side, but he's still toned. I think he's a lot girthier than he is long, so about 5.7 inches, but his girth makes up for it. His tip color is a deeper pink color, around #E0676B. He has a slight curve down, with a thick vein running down the left side of his shaft.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive? How often do they have sex?)

This man wants to do it with you every day. Not only is it the drugs that get him worked up, but just seeing you looking so damn sexy just being yourself, he could take you anytime anywhere, regardless of who's around.

Z - Zzz (How fast do they fall asleep after sex?)

I feel like he falls asleep very fast. After he's done making sure you're okay, he's slumped. He is not the type to wait for you to sleep first before he does.

(I've cooked with this one guys I cannot even lie. Thank you all sm for the recent support! I truly appreciate all the attention my work has gotten!)

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[tevanbuckley]

some low points from the ry*an g*zman interview because i need you all to feel my pain.

when talking about his celibacy (yes he uses that word): "I haven't entertained any interactions with any other females" — gave me the ick 0/10

uses the phrase "a woman's touch," to explain why women are inherently good at interior decorating(?) and that this skill is how women are able to enrich a successful man's life — side note: at no point do they talk about how men enrich women’s lives.

immediately after this the religious imagery takes a left turn and exits my frame of reference, bc instead of just asking "do you think you still have things to work on?" like a normal person, the host says "I want to know what one Thorn is in your flesh." — someone raised more religious than i was needs to chime in on if this is normal christian doctrine or a sign he might be in a cult. (is it a reference to the thorns in jesus' crown?)

ryan makes a weird comment about how "you've seen civilizations built on [a man in love]" — genuinely idk what the fuck this means — but it leads into a tangent about like, men as providers and how "I would do anything for my women."

"peace is key yeah we got enough problems in the world outside the house and so long as I come back to the house and I get peace," — maybe i'm being pedantic but the way he keeps framing woman as belonging in the home is 🚩🚩🚩🚩

"for the next woman I would have in my life I can see that they navigate their their problems and still offer peace to their men." — again 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩

surprisingly claims he has been to therapy, which assuming is true, idk it worked.

the host: "women may be fighting internal battles you know kind of themselves do you believe that a woman still fighting those battles are able to still bring peace" — because remember ladies, no matter what you're going through your job is to bring peace to your man's home.

there's some more brief gender essentialist bs where ryan talks about how men "like to fix things," but are bad listeners, and how "problems within women are so specific to women that I wouldn't even try and and say that I have a grasp on them."

then the host randomly asks him if he thinks men need to be financially stable before entering a relationship or if dating a broke guy is a way to "present loyalty."

weirdly ryan actually kind of dodges this question, but ends up suggesting social media is a good place to get "great examples of what does and what doesn't seem to work." in relationships — and no. no it isn't.

oh and then he starts talking about conor mcgregor for some reason? and how it's bad he disrespected his wife by stepping outside their marriage — and i mean sure, although infidelity feels second to the rape accusations??

says it's harder for a woman to come into a man's life when he's already established because "now the man has proven to himself that he never needed a woman." — which, interesting given how later he talks about how women need to stop trying to do the independent woman thing.

he also gets weirdly possessive over his daughter at one point. does the classic "God forbid I find out that man disrespects my little baby." — idk, on the surface he talks about how he wants her to know her value, but it seems like he has a pretty limited view of what that value is.

the host drops lore about how she moved out of her parents house at 14/15 and how she had to "stop thinking like a woman and start thinking also like a man," but stay feminine and "know what a man wants and how to cater to that but also still be soft." — i mean good lord, i don't even know where to start 🤢.

this btw is the preamble to ryan's rant about "independent women."

and god the more i read the more i am deeply concerned about the woman hosting (i saw someone earlier say she's 21). this woman is barely an adult and has so much internalised misogyny, talking about how "us women don't know how to direct our emotions." and "in today's generation a lot of men are deprived of even the small things because a lot of women are takers."

this whole interview is utterly bizarre and i feel like it's taken years off my life. like i said earlier, this isn't a normal podcast he got weird on, this is straight up christian propaganda

[nikethestatue]

No, no, you don't understand how big this is!

"What if the Cauldron was wrong?"

"Why not make them mates?"

"If I were you, I would keep that question from Lucien."

"I don't want a mate. I don't want a male."

We have two individuals who outwardly question the Cauldron. Both times, to Rhysand. First it was Feyre, who is not very knowledgeable in the ways of the Cauldron and in mate bonds, not really understanding how it works. The first thing that Rhys does is that he warns her not to raise the question with Lucien, who is a newly mated male. The second thing Rhys does is that he begins to explain the ramifications of societal pressures of the mate bond and how even with terrible bonds, most couples would try to 'work it out'. And accept it. (Sounds a bit like a battered spouse syndrome. He/she will change! or 'we are staying together for the kids!')

The next time, it's Azriel who questions the Cauldron and the mate bond assignation. He says this in front of Rhys, and then Rhys--knowing that Azriel is fully aware of the SOCIETAL expectations--goes on a fairly angry rant about political ramifications.

Elain states unequivocally that she does not want a bond. She doesn't want Lucien. She doesn't want 'a male' that was given to her, and whom she did not choose. And she does not want a bond. She doesn't want to adhere to the societal expectations that the bond obligates her to.

But what's interesting is that the one person who never seems to question it is Lucien.

Something clicks for him, he realizes that Elain is his mate and he states it plainly 'You are my mate'. But he never questions it.

Even when, he clearly isn't interested in Elain. Beyond her being attractive, almost generically attractive because it's the one thing that everyone notices about her, he has no feelings but base instincts and lust. He doesn't know anything about her. Doesn't know what her likes/dislikes are. Doesn't know much about her character. Her wants and her struggles.

Lucien, regardless of his own feelings, which are ambivalent at best, just accepts it. The bond is there. He has no recourse. He has to make the best of a crappy situation, because that's what he is expected to do. How do you fight a Cauldron-given bond?

Which brings me to my point: Azriel DOES question the Cauldron. The ordained will of their deity-like item. It's one thing when Feyre questions it, because she doesn't know. It's a wholly different thing when Azriel voices his disdain for the decision. It's not entitlement. He is actually being heretical in that moment. His desire for Elain is so enormous that he is willing to question Prythian's religion and the will of a god-like thing. He isn't complaining about not having a mate. He isn't questioning 'why didn't the Cauldron grant me a mate?!!?!?"--which could be an acceptable question, akin to us questioning why haven't we found 'the one' yet. But no. He questions a very specific bond. And he dares to say 'what if the Cauldron was WRONG?' Can god made mistakes? Generally no. But in Azriel's mind, G-d made a mistake. Because it created the wrong bond for Elain. Again, he doesn't say 'why don't *I* have a bond?" He asks why was Elain given to another? He perceives it as a punishment for HER. He adds that she is not interested in Lucien. It's a burden on Elain. He doesn't say 'I', he always thinks of her. He actually views her bond as punishment. For her. And he knows what he can offer her instead. When Rhys berates him and says:

(He had never before dared speak  the words aloud.)

Rhys's face drained of color. "You believe you deserve to be her mate?"  

Azriel scowled. "I think Lucien will never be good enough for her,  and she has no interest in him, anyway." 

Azriel doesn't say 'I should've been her mate. I am better for her!' (even if he thinks that). His attention is always on her and her unhappiness. Which aligns with how he thinks of her in general--where her pleasure, her safety, her happiness are always on the forefront of his thoughts and actions.

Furthermore, 'he never DARED speak the words aloud.' It's a sentence that people don't pay enough attention to. Because this is Azriel. And he is not afraid of anything. Or anyone. He fights High Lords. He threatens them when they insult any female in his presence. He argues with his own High Lord, and his High Lady. He doesn't fear Amren. He doesn't fear the Blue Annis. He'll fly with a tree attached to his back. He will sneak into the Hybern camp. He will stand up to the King and steal something from under his nose. He sneaks into the darkest and most dangerous places in the world. He dares.

But questioning the bond and the Cauldron--he doesn't dare. That's how monumental this is.

Lucien never questions the Cauldron. Both Tamlin and Rhys sort of shrug off their parents' respective (unhappy) unions. Cassian doesn't question. Rhys certainly never thinks as to why he would be mated to a human girl.

But Azriel questions.

And that will be the story. Because what happens when the Cauldron IS wrong and you decide to go against fate and gods?

[wokeupinmars]

NSFW Alphabet with Peter Parker

This post contains sexual content and is for those 18+ (MINORS DNI)

masterlist

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Peter believes aftercare is vital (and he’s right).

It always starts with him wiping you down with a warm washcloth or both of you cleaning yourselves off in the shower and him just checking in on you to make sure you’re comfortable and satisfied. 

And always ends with the two of you snuggled in bed, exchanging praises to each other, sharing a bottle of water and kisses, all while a show or movie playing on the tv before you both start dozing off. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself? His hands. 

Peter is without a doubt a handsy person, he’s constantly touching you in both a sexual and nonsexual way, he just always has his hands on you. 

There’s just so much he can do with his hands, from getting you off with his fingers to choking you to grabbing and slapping your ass to pulling you closer by your hips to resting them dangerously high on your thigh as well as using them to keep your legs spread when he goes down on you. He also loves holding your hand (in general and whenever he’s pounding into you). 

He’s just a big fan of his hands and he knows you are too. 

On you now? Hips and thighs. 

As said previously, he always has his hands on you, and to him, your hips are almost their natural resting place. He’s just always holding you by the hips, pulling you in close, helping you rock against his own while you ride him. 

As for your thighs? He knows you get flustered when puts his hand on there but it’s when you let him eat you out and you squeeze your thighs around his head that gets him every time (it’s how he was to go out; just suffocated by your thighs).

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Absolutely loves cumming inside you, he wants to be as close to you as possible and what’s more intimate than finishing inside your partner? He also definitely has a breeding kink but you didn’t hear that from me. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Peter wants to make a sex tape and/or take photographs of you during sex. He thinks it would be so hot, he wants you to see what he sees + the idea of watching it back with you and the both of you getting off to it…the thought alone might turn his brain to mush. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He probably has four to five bodies (not including you), so he knows does what he’s doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Once again, Peter likes having you close, so missionary and the altered version of it where your legs are situated on his shoulders as well as cowgirl because he loves when you’re on top. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

It truly depends on the mood, things can and have been super sweet and giggly. If there is something humorous that does happen when it's more of a serious moment both of you will just laugh it off, truly no big deal.  

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s well groomed but not bald, he keeps it trimmed. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Peter is a romantic. He loves you so much and it’s incredibly important to him that you know that. But if you need a reminder, he has no problem giving you one. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Peter is a fan of mutual masturbation. He’ll never get over the sight of you sitting across from him, legs spread, a vibrator pressed against your clit while his name falls from your lips. He loves getting off on you getting off. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise kink, one of Peter’s main love languages aside from physical touch, is words of affirmation. He likes giving and receiving praises, it’s important to him that you know how beautiful you look, how much he loves you, and how good you feel. It’s also safe to say the same goes for him, the first time you called him a good boy he could have sworn he almost came right then and there.

Breeding kink, Peter loves loves loves cumming inside you. The idea of getting you pregnant makes his head spin, plus the risk factor of it all is a major turn-on for him. 

Marking kink, this one also goes both ways. Peter loves leaving hickeys on you as well as getting them from you. He loves whenever you leave your lipstick stain on him (whether it’s his face, neck, chest, and below the belt), or when you claw at his back and the scratches are still very visible the next day despite his superhuman healing. You also have an anklet with his initial on it. I can’t decide if it would be a gift from him or if it’s something that you picked up knowing he’d like it, either way, he finds it very sexy having it dangle by his head whenever your legs are resting on his shoulders. 

Peter is a dom leaning-switch. When he is being dominant, he prefers to be called sir over daddy that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it if you do. When he’s being submissive his mommy kink comes to the forefront, he loves being when you’re in control. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Preferably the bedroom. 

But I strongly believe that 1) he’s fucked you in the lab on several occasions and really likes the risk of getting caught, and 2) he made it his personal goal to fuck you in every room in your apartment when you first moved in together. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The simple answer is you, you make him super happy and super horny. 

I do think some things that add to / intensify his feelings like when you wear a certain perfume or sundresses, or call him a pretty boy, or kiss his jaw and neck, or when you sit on his lap and keep shifting to tease him. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Peter is possessive, not in a controlling way, he just doesn’t want to share. So bringing someone else into the bedroom is a no-go. 

He also won’t be into anything involving piss or scat.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Peter is a generous lover, he likes giving more than receiving, that however does not mean he doesn’t like it when you go down on him. He loves a good blowjob but eating pussy is a passion of his, a passion that he is incredibly good at, definitely knows what he’s doing. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on how you’re feeling. 

He can be both slow and sensual and faster and rough. But his goal is always to satisfy you so he’ll always listen to what you want. Do you want him to speed up? Consider it done. Want him to go harder? No problem.

I think his preferred pace is to be slow and rough though. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Peter likes quickies and will jump at any opportunity to have fun with you, but he likes taking his time even more. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Peter is a man of science, experimenting is practically his middle name. So yes he’s definitely down to experiment with you, he’s willing to try most things but does have boundaries set because while he’ll never yuck anyone else’s yum, there are things that have never appealed to him and he isn’t willing to try.  

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He can last a very long time. There are times when you’ve gone quite a few rounds and your completely fucked out because unlike him you aren’t superhuman and don’t recuperate as quickly as he does. But at other times his heightened sense makes it a lot easier for him to become overstimulated so that kind of evens everything out.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He knows toys are his best friend but Peter didn’t own sex toys before you guys got together, but since meeting you he has purchased a wireless remote control vibrator that he uses on you as well as fuzzy handcuffs. They’re mainly used on you but have used your magic wand and handcuffed him before (an experience that he more than enjoyed).

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Peter is the biggest tease!!!

He has a filthy mouth and has no issue whispering something dirty in your ear and working you up then going in for a kiss but never letting your lips touch. 

It’s no secret he likes having his hands on you, especially on your thighs, but when you wear a dress or skirt he’ll always take the opportunity to rest his hand on your thigh and slowly move it up and rub you through your panties. 

He’s used the wireless remote control vibrator on you in public before, seeing you squirm and try to hold your composure while out was a major turn-on for him. 

That being said, he loves when the roles are reversed. From all the times you’ll move past him, ass brushing against his front, to slowly undressing in front of him and revealing a matching set in his favorite color just to tell him he can’t touch you, to dirty texts and nudes sent to his photo knowing he’s busy, to sitting on his lap and wiggling around to get him hard (but there are times where he gets you back by bouncing his knee). It's safe to say you do your fair share of, if not more, teasing too. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

At first, he wasn’t very loud because he was so used to trying to keep it down since he lived with others and wanted to avoid having any kind of noise complaints. All of that, however, went right out the window when you started dating and you made it very clear you wanted to hear him, the sounds he made only added to the experience (and your wetness). He’s a lot more vocal now knowing that groans, moans, whimpers, and whines from him are essentially music to your ears.  

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Peter always joked that you’re his sexy nurse, it became his little not so secret-secret fantasy he had in his head. 

A fantasy that you made a reality late one night when you showed off your little costume, complete with red thigh-high stockings, and a lacy red bra poking out at the top. 

He remembers how his dick twitched upon seeing you, and how you walked over to him place a hand on his chest asking where it hurt, how you trailed your hand down to his bulge and palmed him through his underwear, asking if this is where it hurts before slipping your hand under the waistband and stroking his cock. 

He'll never forget when you told him you know exactly how to make him feel better right before reaching over to the nightstand and taking on your magic wand, and how you pressed the vibrating head to his tip, only removing it and stroking him instead when he bucked his hips. Or how you stopped just as after he started begging you to let him cum, and stripped off your outfit leaving yourself in just the lacy red set that consisted of crotchless panties and your stockings, and asked him if he'd be a good boy and let mommy ride him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Peter’s above average length around seven to eight inches but he’s incredibly thick. Without a doubt stretches you out real nice and hits all the right spots. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I’d say it’s pretty high. Sex is a frequent occurrence, not every day but multiple times a week. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

It depends on who was on top. You and Peter take aftercare very seriously so it is likely that whoever was on top will stay awake while cuddling, kissing, and overall making the other person feel loved and comfortable, and wait for them to inevitably fall asleep before also falling asleep. 

[solar4seekstron]

Plan A - Megatron

Megatron x Cybertronian!GN!Reader Oneshot Part One

Solars Indie Series

Plan B, Plan C, Plan D, Plan E, Plan F, Plan G, Plan H, Plan I, Plan J, Plan K, Plan L, Plan M, Plan N

Introduction Indie Series

Content: 16+

TW/Tags: Bit of Angst, Toxic relationship, takes place after the movie, Megatron has trust issues. I think I’ll make a 2nd part but we’ll see. I like writing for our angsty boy.

After the war you chose to leave Megatron once he left a day before. You told Optimus and the others that you’ve made your choice and you believe you can help bring back D-16. Optimus was hesitant and asked reasonable questions. You told him that you’re willing to stay under cover and do your best. If anything like it becomes too much and if it calls for it. You’ll return to the Autobots. No connection or anything. You would just focus on trying to bring D back.

Your bond was broken from that die. When you told Megatron his way isn't right. But he only saw you as a traitor now. And so with that you carried out your plan. On the next day you transform into a sort of jet. And made your way to where Megatron and the high guard might be. As you kept flying, unknown to you. One of the guards detected you. Megatron knew it was you based on the shape, at least it must’ve been you. He had one of the high guards fly him to you. Getting right behind you on one of the high guards flying to you and before you even noticed and knew it. Megatron landed on top of you. Before telling the high guard that he’ll deal with you. Knowing he’ll be able to handle you one on one.

As he tried to get you to transform, you struggled to stay in the air. He continued, staying on top of you. So as you got lower, you transformed, finally getting him off as you both flew and rolled onto the ground. He was a few feet ahead of you and you were quick to get up. Your legs hurt from the landing. Almost losing your balance as you got up and you surely had a few dents on your body.

You watched as Megatron stood up and turned to you. That angry look in his red optics as he stared you down. He was way more than a few inches taller than you now. “Y/N…..” you backed up. Maybe you didn’t think this fully through.

”Megatron please listen to me I just came to ta-“ He charges at you. It was almost dark and at the same time you weren’t sure what to do. When you backed up you ended up tripping, landing on your aft as he got closer. You tried to protect yourself as he finally got close. Only using your arms to not anger him more with your blasters. Prepared for what ever blow he throws at you soon.

Only for him to stop in front of you. Letting out a few breaths as he stared down at you. He noticed you were shaking and wasn’t going to fight him. His face showed disappointment and his optics narrowed again as his fists fell to his sides.

He looked down at you thinking about what he’s about to do. He’d never hit you. Would He?

Your optics were closed until you finally opened them. You looked at him and you two stared at each other. You were shaking as he remained still. He continued to look at you with an almost tired but angry look. He then kneels down before grabbing your wrist as he brings you closer. You only looked down as you closed your optics. He analyzed you as his optics only closed a bit more. He finally spoke. His voice as dark and rough as before.

”Why….did you come? Prime make you a spy to use me?!” You stayed silent for only a second

”I……Megatron…I changed my mind….a-and…” Your optics start to gain tears as you spoke “I missed you Megatron….I-i can’t-“

”I have no room for weaknesses…no more.” He stood up pulling at your wrist making you stand up. He then held your jaw with a firm grip as he made you up look at him fully. You slowly opened your optics as you looked up at him. He’d then tilt his head to the side a little as his optics look down at you.

”Please Megatron. I just….I just can't live a life. Without knowing you’re out there. D. You’re still in there somewhe-“ His cervo on your wrist tightened causing you pain as he removes his cervo from your chin. Moving his hand to your neck. Gently squeezing. “D-16…..is dead….I Am Megatron.” He says as he leaned his face closer to you.

Now you were mad. You tried to pull your arm away but his grip was firm as he remained still. You used your other cervo to push against his chassis. “My spark belongs to D-16. Not. Megatron. D is still in there and I’ll only follow D-16. And if you can’t get that through your-“

In a fast movement, he pulled at your wrist. His other cervo that was once holding your throat was now around your waist. Both of your chassis together. “Now why is it D-16…instead of Megatron?…..Because I’m no longer weak…all…sweet?” You only had anger in your optics now. “You’re not the bot I fell in love with.” Your digits scratched at his insignia on his chassis. He did a really good job hiding how hurt he got from that……

“…..You’re just a con now.” You two stared at each other. Both of your optics narrowed. What you didn’t expect was him laughing. He was laughing at your face.

“Yes. I’m not him……” He leaned closer to your audio sensors, speaking in a deep voice. “I’m someone better.” Now you were really scared. As he continues to glare down at you. You try again to pull away until his arm is around your waist and his cervo on your upper back makes you stay close. His other cervo no longer holding your jaw. Moving to the back of your helm.

“This time, I can be a Better Conjunx for you.” Your optics widened as you kept trying to pull back. Only to feel Megatrons dermas against yours. Your own cervos pushing and hitting at his shoulders and chassis. His optics closed as yours remained open. Your cervos barely able to scratch his arm. The cervo behind your helm gently squeezed as a warning, making you stop but your cervos remain against his chest. Trying to create some distance.

He missed you. Oh how he deeply missed you. At first he wasn’t sure but knew he was going to be miserable without you. Despite his new found goal in life. You are the only good thing left. Might as well keep you seeing you’re here now. At first he didn’t trust you when you came. But he knows with his new cog and the power he holds….How can you ever protect yourself? Even from him now. He isn’t weaker then you now.

You can be his once more. By his side. Where you belong.

His kiss became more and more passionate. He deepens the kiss as he tilt his helm. His arm squeezing you closer to him and the cervo moved from the back of your helm to the nape of your neck. You were certain he would break your neck until he stopped. His head then leaned back a bit as he opened his optics once more. His optics not even a little softer.

”Y/N You may join me…but you are my Conjunx. Nothing more. Nothing less. And if you were to betray me in any way……Your punishment will become a part of your every being……” He meant it. You know he does. But you know you must stand your ground. Bring back D-16, stop him from this ‘goal’. You were going to suffer you knew this. But whatever comes your way. You can handle it..

”I’ll join you…” Megatrons finally shows a grin. Both of your forhelms touched once more as you knew what to do next. Both of your inner chassis open up and your sparks soon shine and glow.

You closed your optics waiting for the bond as his only stared down at you. His grin never left his face as his hold remained firm. Your bond with him is no longer soft and full of joy. But anger and…..distrust…..his love was there but it was so far. You have a lot of work to do. Megatron leaned forward, his dermas connecting with yours once more. This time you returned the kiss. Yours was gentle but the passion in your kiss was weak as his was more dominant.

Megatron then gets a comm from Soundwave asking where he was. Megatron growled into the kiss and pulled back. Removing his cervo once on the back of your neck to the bridge of his nose as he responds. His optics closed as he listened to Soundwave speak. You looked at his insignia. You know he’ll put one on you..eventually. His other cervo was resting around your waist continueing to hold you close. You looked down as you waited for him to finish. After a few nano cycles. His call ended and let you go. You were honestly happy to be out of his embrace. You didn’t know if that was a good or bad sign on your part.

”Follow me Y/N. It’s time you meet ‘the new team’…” He transformed. You did the same and flew over following him. You’re going to be stuck with Megatron for a very long time…

This was pretty fun to write and I hope you all enjoy this 😊

[ceresun]

going to the yule ball with them

pairings : g. weasley x gn! reader, d. malfoy x gn! reader, n. longbottom x gn! reader

extra : these are some headcanons I posted on one of my old blogs but have been rewritten! I will try and post more because I genuinely do love writing and I want to do more of it this year. If anyone could send in requests though it would be great!

neville longbottom :

when asking you to the yule ball, he’d definitely be quite nervous! part of him actually considers just not asking you at all and hoping some miracle would happen and you’d ask him instead. when he finally does gather up some courage to ask you, he’ll be fidgeting with his robes the whole time. it’s quite cute!

part of him didn’t expect you to say yes, so when you did he let out an audible gasp. honestly, if you hadn’t said yes he would’ve dug up a hole and buried himself alive out of embarrassment. but luckily you accepted!

on the night of the ball, he’d be up in your house’s common room waiting for you to come down from your dorm so you two can walk to the great hall together. but when he sees you he’s honestly quite speechless. he’d comment on how nice your outfit is and is basically all heart eyes from then on. he’s just wondering how he bagged a baddie lolz.

when he finally pulls you onto the dance floor, he’d just be a nervous mess. he’s constantly worrying that he’ll mess up or accidentally step on your feet. luckily he practiced quite a lot, so the chances of this happening are slim.

throughout the night he’d make it his goal to be a gentleman to you all night. there’s this specific scenario of him that i see when ii think of him and his date is that, if you were to wear heels and feel uncomfortable in them after the ball was over, he wouldn’t hesitate to give you his shoes. he doesn’t mind if he has to walk back in only his sock on the cold castle floors as long as it means you’re comfortable </3.

overall, he is quite a gentleman and if i had to rate him as a yule ball companion i would give him a 10/10! :3

george weasley :

out of both of the weasley twins, i’d like to think that fred is a tad bit more outgoing. although fred didn’t exactly do something flashy for when he asked angelina, i’d like to think he would have. so, this sort of leads me to believe that george would go for something not as flashy as something fred would do. i just know that he was up late thinking of ideas ways to come up and ask you, but fred would just be constantly interrupting his train of thought with some outlandish ideas.

in the end, he resorted to just simply going on a hogsmeade trip with you and asking you there. he was definitely blushing quite a bit when asking you and blushed even more when you accepted! he’s just so happy hehe :’3 he tries acting nonchalant about it but it’s a bit obvious.

he’s somewhat embarrassed that he doesn’t have a new suit or anything of the sort, but seeing your outfit kind of just completely made him forget about that. like neville, george also has heart eyes when seeing you for the first time in your outfit. he just thinks you’re so beautiful!

if you’re on the shorter end, it’d be just a tad bit difficult to dance properly with him due to him being quite tall. you guys make it work out in the end though. for someone who’s short, dances like a waltz probably aren’t the best with someone tall like him. freestyle dances are probably the best fit for you two!

if you’re tall and around the same height as him you guys shouldn’t have much of an issue with formal dances like a waltz. freestyle dances would still be fun though! but then again i don’t take george to be much of a dancer.. he says fred took all of the good dancing genes between the two. he’d still try and learn for you though! the whole night would just be spend laughing and having a great time together.

overall, he’s fun to be around and you’d never experience an ounce of boredom with him. if i had to rate him as a yule ball companion i’d give him an 11/10! (biased but whatever)

draco malfoy :

moving onto your guy's clothing, he's actually quite picky with what you two will be wearing at the ball. he is very keen and intent on you two looking good with one another. his family likes to uphold their appearance on occasions like these, so if you’re his date be prepared for his pickiness! it doesn’t exactly matter if you don’t have the money for the probably very expensive outfit he’d pick out for you because he’s the one paying for it.

he wouldn’t be as surprised or taken aback by your appearance on the night of the ball. this being because he had already seen you with it on when trying it on. he still makes sure to compliment you though!

coming from such a well known and wealthy family means he’s probably had to attend many balls and nice events, so he’s had many lessons back at the manor on formal dances. this doesn’t exactly mean he paid attention though.. so he really only knows how to do a waltz. he’s also a bit more shy when freestyle dancing. he says it’s embarrassing but he’s just being silly.

i won’t say that he makes you sit down with him and talk, but then again he doesn’t want to be alone for the night. he’s just not much of a dancer. you two still manage to have fun though! i have a feeling that some of your guys' conversations were just gossip and making fun of others (mainly on draco’s end).

overall, he’s quite picky but still a gentleman nonetheless! if i had to rate him as a yule ball companion, i would give him an 8/10!

© ceresun >ᴗ< -> my works are not to be translated or reposted without permission!

[nanamiluvs]

hii, how you doing? hope everything is ok <3

can I request a nsfw alphabet for neuvillette? if it’s okay, ofc

hii, thanks for asking :) i hope you're doing good as well !

honestly i'm a firm believer in sub!neuvillette ( or switch ) so i'm sorry if you expected a mainly dominant one ! i just can't imagine him like that he's so babygirl <3

neuvillette nsfw alphabet !

pairing : neuvillette x reader

rating : explicit

wc : 2.0k

warnings : smut content, reader is afab but no pronouns used, reader is human, neuvillette is a dragon, neuvillette has a double dick, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, double penetration in one hole, double penetration in two holes, crying, overstimulation, power play, begging, degrading, not beta read

a : aftercare

neuvillette would be the most affectionate man on earth during aftercare. he struggles to understand normal human needs and desires, but he's trying his best. he will clean your body, hold you in his arms if you want him to and believe me, he wants to, whisper sweet nothings in your ear until you fall asleep. neuvillette himself thinks doesn't require much aftercare, yet he melts in your hands when you pamper him as if he was a mere mortal, not one of the strongest beings in teyvat.

b : body part

neuvillette adores your face. more specifically, your eyes. he finds himself staring at your eyes for hours, just admiring the pure beauty he finds in them. he loves the way your eyes hold so much adoration when they look at him, he loves the way your eyes light up when you laugh. he loves the look on your eyes, shining with tears and ecstasy as you come undone. for himself, neuvillette finds his hands quite elegant, especially when they're glistening with your slick.

c : cum

neuvillette likes seeing his cum on your body, your chest, tummy, your face, oh my god, your face. his cum is probably watery and pretty clear, it tastes so neutral too, like cream without the sweetness. he has a voice in his head that tells him to just come inside, to fill you up with his seed and get you pregnant, to breed you- but neuvillette knows better than to give into those primal instincts of his. he would never do anything that has the possibility of you getting hurt.

d : dirty secret

neuvillette could never tell you that sometimes, he fantasizes about you overstimulating him until he's crying and begging. he wants to feel just powerless beneath your hands. he wants you to degrade him and then tell him how pretty he is as he cums once again. he wants to whine as you crawl on his lap to straddle one of his dicks, sliding the puffy tip in your wet cunt and telling him how well he's been as you wipe his tear-stricken face, pressing your lips against his and swallowing his moans.

e : experience

neuvillette, despite being older than a millennia, doesn't have that much experience when it comes to sex. his inexperience comes as an insecurity, thinking it'd make him appear weak to you. he knows how to mate, of course, but when it comes to the modern ways of intimacy, you have to teach him those.

f : favorite position

neuvillette's favorite position would definitely be one where he can see your face. he wants to look into your eyes even if that makes him embarrassed at times, he wants to make you feel the love he has for you. something like cowgirl's helper when he's on the submissive side, and cat position when he's feeling more dominant.

g : goofy

neuvillette takes sex very seriously and he acts according to that. he most probably definitely won't understand if you make some kind of joke during it. he's either crying from pleasure or fully focused on pleasuring you, there is no inbetween.

h : hair

neuvillette, i think, doesn't have hair growing below. it's more like blue scales getting slightly apparent on his skin down there, harder to the touch yet pretty like the rest of neuvillette. he doesn't care whether you are well-groomed or not, it really makes no difference for him.

i : intimacy

neuvillette, like i said, views sex as a very intimate and romantic act. he finds the idea of being pressed skin against skin with you so comforting. the fact that you're willing to bare yourself to him as he does to you is immaculate for neuvillette. he wouldn't ever do it with just anyone, he wants it because it's you and you only. almost everytime, he's whispering in your ear how much he loves you, how glad he is to be able to be one with you, eyes teary with affection.

j : jack off

neuvillette wasn't used to the concept of masturbation. that is, of course, until he had you as his lover. neuvillette's work consumes most of his time, so it's not become so rare that he touches himself to the thought of you in his office if it's been a long time since he last saw you. he shames himself for it even if you already told him it was okay to do so. he misses you so much that he can't help the bulge growing in his pants.

k : kink

neuvillette is not really a kinky person.

‎ ‎ ‎ double penetration : the idea of pushing all of himself inside you at once drives neuvillette insane. he would never be the one to propose the idea, but he'd be a liar if he said he never fantasized about it. stretching your wet lips as both of his cocks press inside. he can't help but get hard at the thought of you taking all of him in different ways. he knows he, as a dragon, can be too intense for you sometimes- he would never try to do so and hurt you. unless, of course, you beg the chief justice for it.

‎ ‎ ‎ sir : neuvillette could never believe what others call him on a daily basis would turn him on so much when it came from your mouth. sir, monsieur, my lord- it doesn't matter. he just gets off to you treating him like what he is, an authority. he only demands it when he's particularly stressed out.

‎ ‎ ‎ breeding : take a look at this man and tell me he's not into breeding. he wants to breed and to be bred, to have a family with you. he wants to impregnate you so bad, yet when the thought is discussed, his cheeks take on a light shade of pink.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ pegging : neuvillette feels so vulnerable when you push inside of him, one of the most powerful beings in teyvat reduced into a moaning mess beneath you. he's whining and blabbering something you can't understand, you hitting that one spot inside him making his mind numb with pleasure. he definitely did not now he was into pegging before you came along and suggested it.

‎ ‎ ‎ crying : neuvillette. cries. during. it. whether because it's too pleasant or too much, his eyes are watery with tears threatening to fall. he never wants to make you cry, but hell, seeing you in tears from ecstasy makes his dicks twitch. would lick your tears up with pleasure if you let him.

l : location

neuvillette prefers the safety and privacy of your home. he thinks these things should happen in the bedroom and bedroom only. his mind quickly changes once he takes a showet with you, the water surrounding your bodies as he pushes inside of you. also will do it in his office if you demand it, but is very careful to lock any and every doors. he is only yours and you are only his to see.

m : motivation

neuvillette doesn't need anything but sweet whispers from you to continue. the fact that he's the one who pleasures you, the fact that he's the one you want to do this with makes him happier than you could ever imagine.

n : no

neuvillette is a large man. for beginners, he's a dragon. he knows of how powerful he is, of his strength. so anything that might involve using that strength on you is off the table.

o : oral

neuvillette would eat you out for his own pleasure. the taste of your slick makes his hips grind into the bed, begging for friction. his tongue is probably pretty long too, so good luck with that. at this point, he's not even doing it for you- it's for himself. he swears he could get drunk on your taste alone and he probably does. unfortunately or fortunately, by the time he's done and satisfied with lapping up your juices, your legs are shaking with overstimulation. he also loves receiving oral from you, moaning and whining, his words incomprehensible as he pushes your head further down- nevertheless, eating you out will always be his preference.

p : pace

neuvillette is very passionate and sensual when it comes to sex, so rough and fast thrusts won't be the usual. he wants to enjoy every last bit of it.

q : quickie

neuvillette doesn't like quickies unless it's him eating you out or you sucking him off inbetween his cases. he wants to, like i said, take his time with you.

r : risk

neuvillette is not the person if you expect risks. in fact, he's quite scared of them- unless you ask him to do so, it's unlikely for him to propose a new thing.

s : stamina

neuvillette is, a, dragon. your stamina is no match compared to his, he can and will continue for as long as you want him to.

t : toys

neuvillette is foreign to the concept of sex toys, but i don't think he'd be very against them if you proposed the idea. for neuvillette, the only thing that matters is what you want to do with him.

u : unfair

neuvillette usually doesn't tease much but when he does get in the mood to tease, he's a piece of shit at it. he acts completely nonchalant too, as if he hadn't made you cum several times before even sliding a finger inside. on the contrary, he loves to be teased. he loves when you get him so hard he can't think of anything else yet leave without doing something about it. he wants you to overstimulate him, tie him to the bed, treat him like he's miserable.

v : volume

neuvillette is a moaner and a whiner, i don't make the rules. no matter what he's doing or what you're doing, you will hear either his soft moans or high-pitched whines. this man probably fucking moans into your pussy as he eats you out.

w : wild card

neuvillette would come in his pants if you degrade him. he loves you and he loves how wonderful you make him feel, but sometimes he gets so turned on at you treating him like a worthless piece of trash. make him beg, treat him like he's a mere tool for your pleasure and oh god, neuvillette is happy to provide. whatever you want, he will do, for he can willingly be a slave for your desires.

x : x-ray

neuvillette, like i said, has two dicks. i think they're more on the scaly side, not enough to hurt but definitely enough to feel the texture. his skin also shades into a light blue for the shafts and then fades into dark blue as it goes. honestly, neuvillette has two of the prettiest dicks you can ever find. every part of this man is majestic by itself.

y : yearning

neuvillette didn't use to have that much of a sex drive before you. he's still not what you'd call someone with a high sex drive, but he definitely misses doing it after some time. he doesn't need the sex, not really, it's that you're the one he's becoming one with.

z : zzz

neuvillette has the most peaceful sleep ever if he's in your arms or there's you in his arms. especially after sex, he gets so clingy and cuddly with you. will most probably pout if you have something else to do afterwards.

reqs are open !

i mainly write for jjk, hsr & genshin ✩

[froggywritesstuff]

willing prey | yandere!angel dust

ship/pairing: Yandere!Angel Dust x willing!g/n!reader (reader's gender isn't mentioned but Angel Dust is gay so this isn't intended for fem aligned readers)

fandom: Hazbin Hotel

request: anon: Could you do a Yandere Angel dust with a reader who doesn’t mind/doesn’t notice his Yandere tendencies. Like they would actually like to be with Angel?

warnings: swearing, yandere behavior, reader has been kidnapped, handcuffs, mild sexual content, mild dub-con touching/kissing

word count: 821

A/N: yandere x willing!reader is definitely not something i'm used to writing, so i hope this is ok. i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please know that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life

Pink. Your eyes slowly fluttered open and you were meant with pink. This wasn’t your room. You went to sit up, but were quickly stopped by the pink, fluffy handcuffs that bound your wrists to the bed frame. You tried to retrace your memory, maybe figure out what you could’ve done to end up here, but your mind was foggy and your head ached, only worrying you more. You looked to your side - and were met with more pink - and tried to find anything familiar that could clue you in on where you were. Whoever lived here mustn’t have been neat, or had been in a hurry before you got here, as clothes were draped and discarded across the carpet in a messy fashion. You blinked before your eyes focused on a pastel pink hoodie on the floor. Your mind was still mushy as you struggled to think of where you had seen it before, when the door was pushed open. You tried sitting up, failing once again due to the handcuffs still locked tightly to your wrists. Tilting your neck up as much as you could, a gasp left your lips as you were met with a familiar face.

”Angel! Oh of course this is your room, I can’t believe it took me so long.” you exclaimed with a laugh, your heart rate picking up as Angel sauntered closer to the bed. He stopped when he heard your chipper voice, his face morphing into one of confusion.

”Yeah, um…” he took a few seconds before regaining his composure, “So I bet you’re wondering why you’re here…”

You smiled, heat rising to your cheeks, “Kind of, yeah.”

Were you that dumb or just really kinky? Angel shook his head as he made his way to the bed. He lifted himself onto the bed and straddled your waist, his hand cupping your cheek as he stared down at you. “I’ve always liked you Y/N.” he ignored the way you poorly hid your smile, “You’re cute, and sweet. And I’m not willing to share you with anyone else.”

"So you kidnapped me?" you asked, eyes widening slightly at his words. 

He nodded, looking like he was about to say something else, before he paused at the sound of the handcuff rattling, and looked to see one of your hands pointing straight upwards. “The fuck- are you fuckin raising your hand?”

”I didn’t wanna interrupt, I thought you were gonna say something-“

“Just say it.” he sighed. He wasn’t mad at your reactions, just confused. He knocked you out, kidnapped you, handcuffed you, and heavily implied that he was in love with you. You can’t just not notice that many red flags.

”Sorry, um,” you swallowed, eyes shifting as you avoided eye contact. You were surprised he couldn’t hear your heartbeat racing, “when you say like me and don’t wanna share me, is that romantically? Like, in a possible boyfriend way?”

”Yeah?”

”Ok, great, just making sure.” you smiled nervously.

”Is this seriously your reaction to getting kidnapped?”

You shrugged slightly, “You’re the one kidnapping me so yeah…”

”You get that I’m gonna like, not let you leave, or see or talk to anyone else?” he asked, his eyebrows raising in surprise as he watched you nod your head, taking note of the small smile on your lips. “Really?” you shivered with excitement as his lips twisted into a smirk, “So you won’t mind if I keep you tied up? If I…” a small gasp left your lips as his gloved hands gently caressed up and down your waist. “touch you?” his other hands quickly moved to your thighs, your arms, your chest, trying to feel as much of your body as his 4 arms could. “You wouldn’t mind if I…” he leant down, his lips hovering just above yours, before his lips hungrily kissed yours, like he’d been waiting to kiss you since the moment he laid eyes on you. Though that idea wasn’t too far fetched all things considered. “Kissed you?”

You caught your breath in small, rapid breaths as you felt your cheeks burning. Managing to shake your head, you whimpered a small, “No.” From the heat radiating from your cheeks and your racing heartbeat, anyone would’ve thought you’d just ran a marathon.

”Good.” Angel’s smirk widened, his eyes on you like a predator admiring its prey before it feasts. In a way that’s all you were now. You belonged to him, existed only for him to enjoy, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You’d smile with his teeth in the side of your neck, your head empty of anything but him as he drained the life from your body. His lips smashed against yours hard enough to leave a bruise. His hands continued their exploring, determined to feel every inch of your body and claim it as his own. "Stay that way and I might be nicer."

[crystaldivination]

“𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?”

Thιs ιs ᥲ ᥣᥱttᥱr/tᥱxt from ყoᥙr most dᥱsιrᥱd ρᥱrsoᥒ

Hᥱყ bᥲbᥱs! It’s bᥱᥱᥒ ᥲ ᥕhιᥣᥱ, ᥲ qᥙιtᥱ ᥣoᥒg ᥕhιᥣᥱ bᥙt ᥒoᥕ I’m hᥱrᥱ ᥕιth ᥲ ᥒᥱᥕ ριᥴk-ᥲ-ᥴᥲrd rᥱᥲdιᥒg. Todᥲყ I brιᥒg ყoᥙ ᥲᥒothᥱr romᥲᥒᥴᥱ toριᥴ. I oρtᥱd for somᥱthιᥒg I kᥒoᥕ ყoᥙ’d ᥣιkᥱ ᥲᥒd somᥱthιᥒg thᥲt’d rᥲdιᥲtᥱ ᥣovιᥒg ᥱᥒᥱrgყ to ᥱvᥱrყoᥒᥱ ᥕho fιᥒds thιs. I hoρᥱ ყoᥙ ᥲᥣᥣ fιᥒd ιt ᥱᥒjoყᥲbᥣᥱ! Lᥱt mᥱ kᥒoᥕ hoᥕ ιt rᥱsoᥒᥲtᥱs.

⣷ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⣷ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒 ⣷ 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 & 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄

Disclaimer: this is a general reading which may or may not resonate with you. Take what resonates and leave out anything that doesn't. Feel free to choose another pile if you'd like.

How to choose your pile? As always meditate or close your eyes before looking at each picture. Trust your intuition and pick out a picture you feel the most drawn to.

The piles

both rows from left -> right

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1 🖤

—mყ oᥒᥱ

You! Yes, you. What are you doing? Letting your life passing by you like that… don’t make a habit of attempting to give up without even trying. Don’t you dare waste your precious time. It’s time to wake up my little honey bear. I don’t wanna see you like that. You got your passion to go after, a so amazing future ahead of you waiting for you to embrace.

Don’t you think you’re worth it? Worth your effort trying to make what you truly want happen even if you don’t know the outcome now? Because I think you are. I’m right here even if you can’t see me. You would know how frustrated I can be when you’re being so stubborn and fearful. That’s so not you, you know that *chuckle*. Where did the little fiery spirit go, hm? I get that, things are not that easy… everything used to be easier, dot dot dot but don’t you see that you’re just making it harder than it looks? What do you have to lose if you just make the first step, huh? Try it, right now! No one is standing in your way but yourself. I can speak from experience.

A not so good result? Chin up. Try it again! And again until you got the hang of it. It’s better than just living in dissatisfaction and getting by right? Master your bravery until you master your craft. Now take my hand and trust in the process. Believe in yourself and what you can. I’m always watching you from above. Don’t make me feel sad about not being able to guide you. I want you to enjoy yourself and your life. You got this! There’s nothing to worry about. Open your heart and your mind then you’ll see the magic happening right in front of you. Make a difference first and all will follow. I’m always beside you, loving and supporting you. We will find each other again. I’m the light at the end of the tunnel, always guiding you home. You’ve never lost me. You belong with me. If you miss me, look deep in your heart and you’ll see me there. Have hope my love.

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2 🖤

—sᥱᥲsoᥒ ᥴhᥲᥒgᥱ

It’s hard for me to say something or anything at all. I don’t know… I’m in pain right now. The darkest feelings from memories that I’ve always wanted to escape from are catching up to me. I can’t take this excruciating pain and agony anymore. People are cruel. Sometimes I ask myself if love really is out there, if it’s kind enough to wait for me to give me its sincere and beautiful magic like how they called it at all or if there’s nothing like that because if there is, would it betray me like this? What does it all mean? Is everything just love? What is love? Is it just a journey one must go to find themself again? It’s hard, it’s painful. I feel like losing myself. Why does one have to go through pain?

I can’t get these bitter feelings off of me. My world is falling apart with nothing to hold on to. You’re the one i want to avoid the most but at the end of the day I somehow always find myself holding on to you again. You’re the only one I can remember, the only one I can hold onto even if I don’t want it. The only thing I can do is to deny it so I won’t believe it but I know that’s not the truth. You’re keeping me from collapsing completely. I know it’s selfish if I say I want you to ease my pain, to take my pain away but right now you’re the only safe haven I have.

I want to be a sweet and friendly person for you but there’s all this anxiety. The horror and the fear from the past are holding me back. I’m scared. I’m scared to scare you. I’m triggered when I see your face. You need to stay out of my way. I don’t want to hurt you. I fear to make this mistake again. To trust and then being let down again. Loving you feel like a dream but I’m too unstable. What if I can’t ever get out of that dream although it’d be a beautiful thought but I’m scared to mess up. I used to have everything but you and now I have nothing but you to hold onto. Isn’t that sad or just a cliché? I do want to give you a love so pure and I want love you unconditionally but maybe love is not in it for me, maybe i just need to focus on myself. I’m just unlucky I guess, for a lack of a better word.

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3 🖤

—mooᥒᥣιght

I’ve been looking for you for way too long. We belong together, you and I. We're soulmates, I just know it. I know you’re right there. You’re just waiting for me like I am for you. It’s reassuring to know we both sit under the same sky looking at the same moon right? I can’t wait to meet you. I think we’re alike. You’re exactly what I’m looking for. Let me be the perfect missing puzzle to your picture and you can be the light that is shining on me. You’re my beautiful dream fever. You drive me wild and crazy.

Under the moonlight let me adore you. I can imagine your eyes sparkling when admiring the stars while I’m the one who’s admiring your beauty. Looking into your eyes must be magical. I don’t have to see through rose-colored glasses to recognize how you are the rosé world embellished with flower petals yourself that I seek. You’re a fascination to me. I can’t figure you out yet but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to know you more. I don’t actually know you but I feel like I do regardless. I don’t need to know the truth. My heart knows you’re perfect either way.

Your skin, the softness that you carry in you. I want to inhale your scent like it's some kind of drug I can’t get used to with its intensity but won’t be able to stop. You speak and understand me with all your body and soul, I know you do, thus this is why day by day I dive into you with my soul. Although my mortal eyes show and tell me something else it doesn’t matter. As long as I have you in my heart I know you’re already here with me and always. They say you’re a rare diamond that I, as an ordinary human, have no chance to earn but let me, a humble one, find you and treat you the way you’ve always deserved because you’re worthy of all good. You can decide once you see and know me if I’m worthy of your attention and love. I want to claim you as mine but not out of fear, instead I want you to claim me as yours as well.

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4 🖤

—thᥱ soᥙᥒd of ყoᥙ

Why are you so ridiculously beautiful? You’re so stunningly beautiful. You can do whatever you want to me, and I’ll let you. I care for you so much. You’re the softest sound from the most perfect lullaby I’ve ever known of but can’t seem to believe actually exists. I dream of you. I want to see you smile and make you happy.

Come here. I’m right here, sweetheart. I need you to stop beating yourself up. You won’t hurt yourself. You won’t give up. You can overcome anything because you’re strong. You can do it for yourself and me. Be happy and live your life to the fullest. You deserve it my little darling. You don’t know how special you are so don’t you dare lose your light because of anything or anyone trying to dim that light. Stay positive and be brave. I know you can.

Most of the times I don’t even know why my heart is longing for you. It’s like there’s an invisible draw that is pulling me towards you. A call for my other half. An important half that I feel is missing in me. Is there a chance that I’ve known you before because I feel like knowing you without knowing you before. You open up memories in me that I’ve never seen before but they are telling me they exist deep in my mind and were forgotten for a very long time. Do you believe in destiny? I don’t but I might get convinced.

With me you don’t have to be tough all the time or pretend to be. I can love you for who you are with all your strengths and weaknesses. If you’re really the right one for me and that can only my heart tells, I’ll love you with all that my heart can offer. And I promise you, I will stick around as long as I can. I won’t let you down.

Now wait for you? I can do that. Even if the world ends tomorrow my will would stay strong. I want to be able to see and touch you. I’m confused but this is somehow a good feeling. What do you say? I think I’m not ready for our union yet but I might get surprised by the universe by what it is conspiring for us, I guess?

♡ PS. to my followers who participated in my latest game — due to personal matters i won’t be able to answer your asks any time soon but I’ll try to queue them whenever I can. I apologize for the delay.

— you’ve reached the end of this post, thanks for reading!

signed, crystal.

[m4rs-ex3]

so naturally i was up at 1am the other night watching tdp related youtube videos and i figured i'd watch the 2020 comic con panel since it'd been a while and oh my god some of this shit

(also just me talking about how much i love this cast)

"IT IS I, DARK_MAGE_DAD420" i cannot believe that is real

aaravos: "if i want to do a screen call, i must perform a cosmic blood ritual. with a mortar and pestle. AND FLOATING KNIVES" you are fucking kidding me (edit: i realize that pertains to what he did in s2 but still like "cosmic" "ritual" "knives"? cmon)

jason simpson playing the ukulele. that's all.

jack: *talking about how he had a baby in quarantine* eric: i've been doing a lot of gardening... uh i haven't had a baby, but you never know! i mean if it's possible through social distancing aaron: if anybody can make that happen through social distancing it's aaravos you are F U C K I N G KIDDING ME

racquel: some fun things i did- i uhh died my own hair and burned my scalp and i would like to inform you all it's finally healed and we're good to go, i'm ready to do it again! i'm obsessed with the fact that racquel is quite literally claudia irl

the ttm read is awesome. jack came with the Rayla Voice fucking PREPARED oh my god

i don't think i've ever actually talked about the dnd sketch but it is one of my favorite things in the entire world

rayllum in this sketch is amazing particularly callum he is SO down bad like "my character is a mysterious elf assassin with two beautiful blades to match my two beautiful eyes~~ ✨" like hello that's canon idc if it's a sketch that is canon

"my character cannot help but look at her. he locks eyes with rayla's mage" "....there will be time for roleplaying later" HELLO THATS GOLD

viren in this skit is genuinely one of the funniest things i've ever seen. i cannot emphasize enough this is comedy

necromancer ezran. i think about him daily.

s: "i start swinging my sword at, uhh, idk, rayla's mage" r: "WAIT WHAT" c: "uh wait wait i take it back MY SWORDS GLEAM INTO THE LIGHT AS I LEAP TO THE DEFENCE OF THE BEAUTIFUL MAGE!" s: "hey no takebacks!" sibling ass fight i love them

"LIKE WHAT DO YOU ACTUALLY DO?"

i rolled a 1 😐

i loot their corpses for blood >:D

"do elves have four toes?" "i always assumed that they would have 6 so they could learn how to count to 20" paula my love

someone get sasha some hamantaschen

i don't need arc 3 actually i just need the beta script including as many guns n roses references as possible

racquel: ok call me crazy, call me crazy... jesse: you're crazy, racquel racquel: THANK YOU FINALLY they are literally just them

"I WILL NOT BE POSTING A SINGLE THING ABOUT ICE, FOR I AM JULIA" (okay but.... venous frigoris anyone?)

paula: ugh, no one likes soren jesse: well no one likes rayla racquel: you two should fight 😈

long hard sigh

bonus: jason: literally no one likes viren so let's move on

"how old is bait?" "sasha, how old do you think bait is?" "3."

"is-is a glow toad kinda like a toad?" "................kind of"

i fucking love sasha have i ever mentioned that i fucking love sasha

"i think that he's 56." "either 3 or 56 only, apparently"

the saga announcement is great i love how everyone's is so excited they don't even know all of their characters are about to be destroyed physically and emotionally

the way aaron says it so fucking funny "is there gonna be a season 4?" "uh so i think it's really important to emphasize: yes-"

"i too want to cry" "just cry, just-" "IT'S A PANDEMIC. NO TEARS. THERE'S NO CRYING IN A PANDEMIC." "...where is this rule coming from?"

and finally there were a handful of moments that i could not do justice by transcribing in a post so here is a masterfully edited compilation i made

[andredeyemii]

hii girll ur page is amazingg <3 how do u make manifestation fun?

girl manifestation is soo fun in general like you don't even need to do stuff babes (but you should cuz it's fun skdksk) the concept of just being unserious and carefree enough to choose how you want to think and accompany yourself so good, you can influence how you feel (like talking to someone and your mood gets better) damnn it's just fun.. but then you get you desires after!? soo fun.

H E R E I S H O W ( I D E A S ) : :

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : GRATITUDE : : instantly top one, it's life. I mean use anything else but this one is tradition and pricelessss

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : SELF-CONCEPT : : just because it's second doesn't mean it's "less important" it should be a repiblic act

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : RAMPAGES : : I recommend high frequency guru for this, she has many amazingg rampages they're life

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : VOID STATE : : it's veryy spiritual and instant, like it feels so sacred like it belongs in ancient civilization practices

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : SUCCESS STORIES : : turn off the stress news and listen to magical girls who manifested money outta nowhere this is what my account is forrr

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : SUBLIMINALS : : guys we are evolving as a species, please use this and cherish it rnn goiss

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : SATURATIONS : : these are my 2025 goals and this has the right to be included in beauty rituals cuzzz wow

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : SCRIPTING : : you can script habitually or you can just write about your day with a lot of exaggerated positivity

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : DRESS UP : : would your higher self think like you? no, that's why you do saturations. would my higher self dress like me? no, so I do shopping sprees.

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : SHADOW WORK : : it's free therapy and it releases blocks and past traumas so you can embody ur dream self

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : VISUALIZATION : : it's the basics of manifestation do it as much as you can

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : BLAH BLAH BLAH : : stop complaining and start talking about success stories and lifelong goals instead, it's technically a mini-mind saturation

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : WORK W PLACEBOS : : knowing if something is just a placebo effect doesn't take away the magic of the mind when it just proves it. lmao.

T E C H N I Q U E S : :

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : social media technique : : when you see something you want, think "omg I have that too!!", "me rn", "twins!!" cuz y'all that's so much inspirational than jealousy

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : lists / checkbox technique : : list your desires and affirm that you have all of them cuz it's fun and you will anyways

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : the water technique : : esp if you're planning on drinking 2 liters of water and being hygienic for 2025, keep saying that water makes u prettier

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : the love letter technique : : if manifesting an SP or simply someone loving you, write a love letter to urself as if you're them with visualizations. or write yourself a love letter from you and write love letters you won't send hehee

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : I would like more technique : : gratitude is key for this, but basically if you experience one small good thing or a small manifestation, affirm "I am so grateful for this, universe / god, I would like more".

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : for you and for me technique : : you have to block out limiting beliefs. if you hear someone say "your standards are too high, good men don't exist." you think to yourself "good men don't exist FOR YOU" and stay safe. update your affirmations to say "money is so easy FOR ME to have" also <3

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : play some music babes : : everytime you listen to music esp those dreamy love songs and those pretty lyrics, pretend they're all about you. feel beautiful.

G E N E R A L T I P S : :

!! some people will not find some ideas and techniques fun because they're coming from a place of attachment, scarcity desperation and doubt !!

🌺 : : but baby girlll manifestation is supposed to be magiccc. you have to feel like a little girl again and pick up the feeling of believing that you're just a pixie fairy or a pretty princess WHEN you were a child.

that's what ultimate detachment is!! children can experience stuff, they throw tantrums ofc honey but they don't get stuck in the experience. you'll cry over the past but them?? they'll cry over a broken crayon but once the crayons are gone, they're playing tea party next. SEE???

so yah, feel like a child. you should have no problems believing in anything because you're overconsuming. I see you gurl. stop thinking serious and hanging on. have fun y'all.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

If you’re interested Dark Donna x Reader where the voices in Donna’s head convinces her Readers going to leave, so Donna purposely gets Reader pregnant but when Ready finds out she’s pregnant she thinks Donna’s gonna get mad so she try’s to hide it. You can choose the rest just fluffy ending pls

Yesss!!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

The voices

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, dark themes, dark Donna, Donna's POV

Word count: 6,870

Summary: You're going to leave, they tell me you're going to leave...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

I walked quickly, almost running. Normally when I return home after a meeting, I take my time to enjoy the solitude, that landscape I consider mine, my property.

I asked myself questions about the birds that perched on the dry and sad branches. I looked at the fog across the bridge. Not that day, that day I had to run, I had to return home.

The routine would continue as always, it would continue as always if she had not appeared in my life.

(Y/N), an annoying villager who dared to appear in my life, changed it completely. She was a young, beautiful girl, really beautiful, who dared to meet me, to get into my mind and never leave.

It was like a horrible temptation, like an unbearable addiction. Once I tried it, I couldn't live without it. Smiling, happy, calm... It was the complete opposite of what I was. Maybe that “opposites attract” nonsense was true. I never believed in love, I never even bothered to look for it. Damn addiction, I could no longer live without love, without loving her.

She didn't hesitate, I offered her to live with me, to be by my side, and she accepted, probably without thinking too much about it. I should scare you, make you afraid, but I didn't, not even my face, not even my body, were reasons for you to stop loving me.

You were mine, only mine.

That thought always overshadowed all my doubts, the voices that told me that it was just a mirage, a screen that superimposed itself on reality. No, no, (Y/N) was mine, leave me alone.

But, even though I tried to do everything possible not to let the doubt overwhelm me, for a couple of weeks those voices had become louder in my head, repeating the same thing over and over, over and over...

(Y/N) doesn't love you, Donna, (Y/N) won't stay with you, she’s going to leave, she’s going to abandon you. She will leave you alone.

I tried to silence those voices in every way possible, I really did. I kissed you, I made love to you, I hugged you... None of that served to silence those damned voices. At first it seemed absurd to me, but little by little, that thought became much more real.

(Y/N) is going to leave, she will abandon you…

Over and over again, that same cursed mantra, the dark voice that made me lose my mind. My pace quickened, to the point where I was having trouble breathing. The elevator was going up too slow, I had to get home. I had to check that you weren't gone.

“(Y/N)...” I said agitated, slowly entering the house, looking for your figure wandering through the hallways, looking for your shadow impregnated on the walls.

There was nothing, just silence, just those voices that told me the same thing over and over again.

You see? She's gone, she's abandoned you

“Stai zitto...” I murmured to myself. It couldn't be true. I wanted to believe it couldn't be true. I took off my veil and looked for you on one side, on the other.

I didn't find you and the fury inside me was fighting to come out, I could feel the heat rising through my body, I could feel how my fist was clenching the black fabric tightly, wanting to tear it.

“(Y/N), where are you?” I said with a slightly louder voice. Angie helped me look for you, Angie always helped me.

No, she didn't find you either. I wanted my voice to sound authoritative, stern, for you to respond to my call, but you didn't, and I didn't sound that way either. It was almost pathetic, it almost seemed like I was begging you.

I couldn't beg for you. You were mine, you belonged to me. You couldn't leave. You weren't going to leave.

“(Y/N),” I growled, this time with that desired tone. Anger burned my skin and my eye searched for you tirelessly. I would have been able to raise my entire army of dolls to find you, you know I would, (Y/N).

But the silence only made the voices stronger, more forceful. They sounded in my ears, in my head, they sighed on my skin, they gave me goosebumps. They told me the truth.

“(Y/N)!” I screamed through my teeth, making the walls reflect my anger. My steps became firm and my brow furrowed as I walked through the house. The voices only fell silent at that moment, at the moment when I screamed, when I demanded for you to appear. “(Y/N)! You better not be gone!”

She's gone, Donna, she has to pay, you have to grab some scissors and...

“No!” I shouted to drown out the suggestion that sounded terrible to me, at least in case I was making a mistake, which was increasingly further from the truth.

“Come here, (Y/N)! You'll regret it if you don't show up!” I continued shouting, kicking a chair hard. Sorry, I figured it was you.

“Hey, hey, hey... Donna, what's wrong with you? What are those screams about?” A voice that was not in my head made me stay stuck to the floor.

Your figure, your perfect body appeared in front of me. Two years, three, seven could pass. Your body would always make all the evil inside me to hide, afraid of your beauty.

“(Y/N)” I murmured, smiling involuntarily. Once again my demons managed to deceive me. You weren't gone.

But she will leave, Donna, she will leave... She will leave you alone.

“Honey...” You whispered, approaching me with a worried look. I lowered mine, embarrassed. “Honey, what's wrong?” You asked in a soft voice, with that tempting voice, typical of any demon.

“You were not here. I arrived and you weren't there,” I said sincerely, with reproach activated in my voice, with my eye dark because of the scare you had given me. Don't do it again, ever.

“Well, I was taking a shower,” you explained, leaning in to kiss me, to captivate me with your lips. I kissed you back, but I pulled away right away. Your eyes were still worried, just like my soul. “My love, you are shaking, are you having a crisis?”

“No, I'm fine,” I said, removing the hand that had risen to my cheek. I was never going to admit how worried I was. You couldn't leave, you were mine, and you would be forever.

You sighed, shaking your head, insisting on making me fall into your addictive caresses.

“What has the poor chair done to you?” You asked amused, luckily letting my hand go and picking up the furniture from the floor. Your look said it, you were scared, or worried, or both.

“I’ve tripped,” I lied, with that dry tone that pretended I didn't care enough about you to be on the verge of begging for you to come back. I would never beg for you, you were mine.

She's not, she'll leave.

I shuddered at that horrible voice, at that constant torment of a wounded mind. You noticed it, studying me again with your beautiful look, with that look that could make me melt.

“Has something happened at the meeting?” You asked, confused by my tremors.

“No, everything has gone as usual,” I said, breathing calmly, following the movements your hands made, those movements with which you thought you controlled me when I lost my mind. I don't know why, but they worked.

“Okay, Donna, that's it, breathe with me...” You whispered calmly, making me fall into your trap again, grabbing my hands, removing my fingers that were almost digging into my flesh. “You feel better now?”

I nodded when the voices stopped due to your caresses, your soft and innocent kisses. They were the worst of drugs for me, your tender and relaxing lips. I didn't want you to leave, please don't abandon me.

“Great,” you said with a casual smile, when my body stopped shaking and my face gave you a smile. “Anyway, what do you want for dinner? It's my turn.”

“No, I... I’m going to prepare dinner, okay?” I said relaxed, wanting to compensate you for my absurd doubts. You bit your lip and jumped into my arms, letting me hug you. Gods, how I love your hugs.

“I was hoping you'd say that,” you whispered amusedly in my ear, making me laugh too, making my cheeks take on a slightly rosy tone.

You gave me a quick kiss on the lips and turned away from me, plopping down on a couch under my watchful gaze. Whatever you did, (Y/N), was worthy of admiration.

I went down to the kitchen with the relief of being right, of being superior to those horrible voices. No, you weren't going to abandon me. You loved me, almost as much as I loved you.

While cooking, I hummed an old song. My world at that moment was perfect. Until two years ago, I had never cooked for anyone. Nothing made me happier than seeing how you enjoyed the things I prepared for you. Nothing made me happier than seeing your smile.

Donna…

A voice hummed in my head, wanting to get my attention. I did my best to ignore it, singing louder. I couldn't stop hearing it, it was in my head. I pressed my temples with my fingers, so that little pain would relieve and silence those demons. It was not as easy as before, it was no longer as easy as before.

Have you left her alone upstairs? How stupid you are…

I shook my head, adding more ingredients to the pot. I wanted to prepare something delicious for you, I wanted to, at least you would stay for my food. What a stupid thing.

“No... No... Not now...” I murmured nervously, diverting my attention from the fire and gripping a knife tightly.

Yes, now, Donna. You are reckless. She can escape, cut the power of the elevator and leave you locked here. How pathetic that would be, just like you are...

Ignoring my mind again, I let the handle of that knife go, before my disturbed conscience suggested the things I could do to you with it.

Luckily, I was able to dinner in peace. When I came up with the food, you had already prepared the table, a romantic dinner, or so you said. Those kinds of things are what calm the screams of my sick mind. Only you could calm me down.

The love I felt for you was so strong that I was able to forget my fears, behave like that person you said you loved. Your smile, your funny look and your informal comments made me feel part of you, always part of you. You weren't going to leave me, you were mine.

When it was time to sleep, my body claimed yours, I claimed you. I wanted to make you mine again and again, celebrate the victory of your love against the voices in my head. Everything could have been so perfect, (Y/N), but it wasn't, you didn't want it to be.

“Donna, I'm a bit... Tired...” You said, removing my hands from your waist, making my mouth stop kissing the addictive skin of your neck.

I looked at you confused and continued with the kisses despite your complaints. I had to make you mine, you had to be mine.

“Donna, stop, stop it,” you said with a stern voice, pushing me gently, preventing me from getting close again by placing your hands on my chest. Your eyes were sad now. They did not shine with the same desire as other times.

“Why?” I asked with a pleading tone, grabbing your waist, pulling you, to which you shook your head. “Please, I want to make love to you…”

It was a damn formal request, (Y/N), why the hell did you have to turn it down?

You see? She doesn't even want you to fuck her...

“I'm sorry Donna, but I already told you. I'm especially tired today,” you said, moving away from me and getting into bed. I protested with a growl.

I don't remember what I did, what expression my face had, but I remember your strange, scared eyes. That fearful look, those bright eyes made me tremble.

Did my look tell you that I was going to take what I wanted by force? Did you really think that way about me? What a problem, (Y/N), you only made me want to do it.

“Hey, I promise you tomorrow we will do whatever you want, okay?” You said, reaching out your arm to pull my wrist. “Come on, come to bed.”

“I don't want to,” I said with a tone that I now think was too childish. I didn't want to be with you, sleep with you, you had hurt me. I felt hurt. Something told me it was for no reason. “I'm going to the workshop.”

“At this time of the night? Come on, Donna, you can't spend all day with the dolls, you'll end up becoming...”  You said, protesting in a funny way, ignoring the seriousness of my words, of my intentions.

“Crazy?” I finished the sentence for you and you let yourself fall on the mattress, closing your eyes.

“I didn't mean that,” you corrected.

Too late, Donna, she's given himself away, she thinks you're a crazy psychopath. And…You are.

“Good night, (Y/N),” I said, leaving the room before those voices could shout any more. To be honest, I didn't want to make love to you that much, it was more of a feeling of power, of possession.

Not finding you when I got home had opened a crack in what was left of my sanity. Only my dolls, my eternal friends, could help me think clearly, to become that woman you loved again.

I started to sew, I couldn't do it. The fabric was slipping from my hands. Then I wanted to paint, but my body was shaking so much and it was impossible. Not even in the safety of my workshop was I safe, not anymore.

She’s leaving at night and you know what you're going to do? Nothing, because you never do anything, you are stupid, a nutcase, a...

“Basta!” I screamed, dropping the brush and burying my head in the table, grabbing it with my hands, pulling my hair in frustration. “Basta, per favore… Angie!”

At least the voices fell silent. At least they left me alone. Oh, Angie, if you knew how much good you are to me... You really manage to calm me down, and not (Y/N)...

“I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming,” the doll sang, that part of my consciousness that I myself created thanks to Mother Miranda's gift. I couldn't have endured my life without her.

“Angie... I can't take it anymore...” I sobbed, letting my hair go but starting to cry. Tears ran down my cheeks relentlessly. The only thing I was thinking about at that moment was that you wouldn't listen to me. I didn't want your false compassion.

“The voices again?” the puppet asked, patting my back. She didn't even have to ask, she already knew, Angie always knew everything about me, my thoughts...

“They don't stop, Angie, they don't stop telling horrible things to me...” I explained among sobs, raising my head. Angie was listening to me, sitting at the table.

“What horrible things?” She asked with false curiosity. I composed myself. I didn't want to say them, they would come back, I'm sure they would come back.

“They tell me... They tell me that (Y/N), that she...”  I stuttered, involuntarily looking at the door, in case you showed up because of the scandal.

“They tell you that she will leave?” Angie finished the sentence for me, saving me the pain of repeating it. I nodded, embarrassed. “Bah, don't pay attention, she won't leave.”

“How can you be so sure?” I asked, annoyed by that simple answer.

“Well, I'm not but... It's what I think, what you think,” she explained, making comical gestures with her hands. “You must relax, Donna, otherwise you already know that the voices will never go away.”

“How do you want me to relax?” I asked, this time breathing harder. There were many things to break in that room, and the temptation was there. “Just, just the fact of thinking that she would abandon me...”

“Well, well, enough complaining,” Angie said, blatantly interrupting me. Thinking of Angie as a doll was much more reassuring than thinking that my own conscience had silenced me. “This way you won't be able to solve anything.”

I crossed my arms, regretting having called my doll. She was never particularly helpful, but at least, she was there.

“So how could I solve it? It's getting worse...” I murmured in a lower tone, looking around me. Neither the voices nor you appeared, luckily.

“Okay, okay, stop, my dear Donna,” the doll said, putting her arms in a calm position. “You can't complain if… If you haven't done anything about it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Come on, please, I know you know...” The puppet muttered, giving me a nasty elbow. Sometimes she took too many liberties. “If you are afraid that she will leave, the solution is simple, force her to stay.”

I was horrified by that proposal. There were many desires, the desire to be evil to you, to lock you in my room, to tie you to my bed. But that feeling of being truly loved, of a real feeling... It was much better. I never thought that way again, never, I promise, (Y/N).

“You know I can't do that... She loves me,” I protested with a grimace of absolute disgust.

“And you love her, right?” Angie responded boldly. I nodded almost immediately.

“I don't want to hurt her,” I said sincerely. I enjoyed seeing suffering in other people, but not in you, not in you, my love.

“Mm okay, that rules out my other two ideas,” the doll murmured in a comical, thoughtful way.

“If you're not going to help me, Angie, you better...” I said, tired of her shameless way of being, of the way I gave her, of my own conscience.

“Wait, wait, wait!” She screeched irritatingly, hurting my ears. “I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it.”

“Speak once and for all,” I demanded, trembling to know what her horrible proposal would be.

“If you want (Y/N) to stay with you forever, and you don't want to hurt her... You should get her pregnant,” she said triumphantly, as if it were the best idea in the world.

It didn't horrify me the way it should, it sounded too good, even at first. But no, I still had my doubts.

“Pregnant?” I asked, blinking in confusion, feeling a chill running through my body. “How is that supposed to make her stay?”

“Just think about it, Donna,” Angie whispered, approaching me, pretending to tell me a secret. “If (Y/N) is having your child, she won't be able to leave.”

“Of course she will. And then I will lose (Y/N) and my child at the same time,” I contradicted, thinking about it more coldly.

“No, wrong,” she said amused, putting a finger on my nose, making me growl with rage. “What is a villager like her going to do with a baby to take care of? She doesn't have a family and you already know how badly single mothers are viewed in the village... Not to mention Miranda, who would surely have her eyes on...”

“Okay, okay, I don't understand anything, Angie,” I said, overwhelmed by all that information and worried about how good it sounded in my head.

“Come on, it's very simple. (Y/N) will have no choice but to stay here with you so her baby, your baby, can have a happy life. Besides, you always wanted a baby, right?”

“Well, I... It's, it's true but... But (Y/N) doesn't want to, or so I think,” I said, running my hand over the back of my sweaty neck.

“What does that matter? She's yours, Donna, don't forget it,” the doll snapped, with a more aggressive tone. I couldn't say for sure if it really was Angie.

“I don't know... I... Even if it’s a good idea, it's not possible. (Y/N) always wants me to put… You know…”

“Oh, of course, you're talking about that humiliating rubber band that forces you to put on your…”

“Yes, you don't need to say it,” I interrupted, blushing with embarrassment.

“It's humiliating, don't you think? It's like you disgust her...” She murmured sinisterly, which made my breathing even more complicated.

“She says it's for protection,” I said, thinking about her words.

Yes, it was really humiliating not being able to feel my skin against yours, but I had never thought about it. Maybe you were cheating on me, (Y/N). Maybe you didn't love me as much as you said you did.

“Yeah, of course, lie, lie, lie. She does it because she's afraid of having a baby with you and having to stay, don't you see?”

“Maybe...” I said thoughtfully, stopping paying attention to Angie, and listen to my conscience.

A baby... It sounded hasty, crazy. But the more I thought about it, the better results appeared in my mind. Yes, maybe Angie was right, maybe that part of me was right.

Having a baby is not harm, it is a sign of love, of the love I felt for you. Just imagine, (Y/N), a precious baby to take care of. Thinking about it only made those horrible voices duller. Maybe that would be the solution.

I got into bed, with the pregnancy issue on my mind. You were asleep, breathing in that way of yours, which said how alien to the world you were, that you hadn't even worried about me. It didn't matter, that was going to change soon.

“I love you, (Y/N),” I whispered in your ear, passing my arm over your body, bringing you closer to me. You moaned. I couldn't see your face, but I could swear you were smiling.

Yes, I love you, I loved you, I will always love you. I will always do anything so you know, I would do anything for you to be by my side. I didn't care about the consequences. You were mine, and you always would be.

What are you waiting for? Do what you have to do, tie that bitch to your bed and to your life...

The voices returned days later. I even thought I forgot about that idea for a moment. I could only see love in your face, in your smile, I could see only you. But your absence, even if it was justified, made my body tremble again.

I got up from the couch, leaving aside the book I was pretending to read, listening to every voice, every desperate scream that tortured me. They were right, you would abandon me if I didn't act, if I didn't make you mine in a way you couldn't even imagine.

“Hello, bellisima,” you said smiling, cutting some tomatoes in the kitchen. “Look, I hope you don't mind if I try to imitate your special sauce.”

My corners turned up as I walked towards you. Seeing you only inflamed my desires, it only made me feel pleasure.

“I don't care,” I said whispering, standing behind you and enjoying your beauty. Nothing else was needed for my body to start reacting, I knew it well.

“It's probably a failure, but hey, I want to try,” you murmured, joking and looking at me briefly with a smile. I couldn't, I didn't want to wait any longer.

My hand reached out to yours, pushing away that knife, that possibility of defending yourself. You didn't seem upset, or scared, much less when I brushed the hair from your neck and started kissing it, wrapping my hands around your waist.

“Wow... Someone is in a very good mood...” You murmured in a sensual voice, rubbing your body with my already noticeable erection, which made me moan with impatience.

I didn't respond. I just smiled while you couldn't see me, while you couldn't do anything but melt with my caresses.

“Okay, okay, Donna...” You sighed after a while of kissing and caressing my body, turning around to kiss me on the lips. “Come on, let's go to the bedroom.”

“No, here,” I said, grabbing your wrist, making you almost trip. You looked at me strangely, but that mischievous smile was still on your face.

“Well... It's okay,” you said, not very sure. “But let me go first to take a…”

“No,” I said abruptly, perhaps too sharply. You looked at me surprised and crossed your arms. I couldn't help but think of Angie's words.

It's humiliating, it's like you disgust her...

“No, you say?” You asked mockingly, putting your hands on your hips.

“I don't want you to make me put on that thing,” I protested, with a hiss that could have been terrifying.

“Well… I guess nothing will happen for doing once, right?” You said to my surprise. I was ready to force you. Hurting you, forcing you, is the last thing I wanted, tesoro...

I nodded, returning to your mouth, kissing you passionately. I didn't want to run, but my body forced me, I was eager to enter you, and so was I.

“Donna, calm down, there's no rush,” you laughed when my arms lifted you up, sitting on the counter, not wanting to move away from your mouth, from your addictive kisses. “You are definitely in a very good mood…”

“(Y/N), I want you... I need you... I need to make you mine...” I whispered in your ear, playing with my dress. My shaft pressed against my clothes, it wanted to come out, and I allowed it, at the same time you looked at me with bright eyes. You wanted it, right? Yes, yes, you wanted it.

“What are you waiting for? Come on, come here...” You whispered, pulling my clothes, making my body crash against yours.

I still can't explain the pleasure I felt when my erection rubbed your wet entrance. That stupid rubber thing would never get in my way again. I didn't think too much about it, you were fine, ready for me. Your body always so calm, adapting to me so slowly. That touch, making my way through your walls, stretching them, noticing how I slid, how you moaned with pleasure when I did it, still clouded my senses.

The goal was still in my mind, but nothing stopped me from enjoying it properly, as I always did when I made love to you.

“Gods, Donna... You're perfect...” You moaned, holding on to my body so as not to lose stability. I smiled, responding to your compliment with a kiss, intensifying my thrusts, moaning with pleasure as I felt your body hugging mine.

“I love you (Y/N),” I said quietly, continuing to move my hips against yours, separating your legs so I could enjoy the view in front of me even more. You laughed, controlling your release so it wouldn't be so soon. How cute, I wasn't going to control myself at all.

“Me too,” you said, moaning more and more, until you hugged me in an unimaginable way, squeezing my erection inside your body. It was the first time I felt it that much. My addiction to you only got worse. “Ugh,” you laughed, relaxing your body. “Donna... On second thought... Do it outside, okay?”

Stupid nutcase, cum now or you'll lose her...

The voices returned with your unpleasant request, they tormented me again, but they failed to distract me.

“No,” I gasped, thrusting into you harder. You opened your eyes, scared.

“Donna... Please...”

“No!” I screamed, holding your hips, digging my nails into your skin so you wouldn't dare to separate from me. Finally I released myself, feeling how the heat that came out of my body settled on yours, possessing you. You were mine, even more mine. My seed was inside you, you couldn't leave, not anymore.

“What's wrong with you? Haven't you heard me?” You asked. Not with resentment, you didn't seem upset, rather, disappointed. “Donna, why did you do it?”

I came out of you overwhelmed by pleasure, with my legs trembling with excitement. I didn't say anything to you. I just looked at you with a cold face, while I put my clothes back. You shook your head, in disbelief at what had happened.

“You're mine. Try not to forget it,” I whispered before disappearing from the kitchen. I had enjoyed it, yes, it was likely that my plan would work, but different voices appeared in my head, some pleading, sad, disappointed voices.

What have you done, Donna? How could you do something like that? You've let (Y/N) down… She loved you, Donna, you've let her down.

Regretting my mistake, for thinking that something like that would work, I isolated myself again in my workshop. You stopped coming to see me. You didn't speak to me for days. You were angry, upset, but you were still here.

She’s going to leave at any moment...

My anxiety, my madness got worse. I smashed dolls, kicked chairs, went crazy, deranged. My soul cried out for forgiveness, I needed your forgiveness. I wouldn't do it again, I promise. After almost two months of ignorance on your part, of cold looks and false smiles, accompanied by kisses that no longer said the same thing as before, I decided to leave my pride, beg for you not to leave, for you to forgive me.

One night, I left the workshop with that idea, the idea of ​​humiliating myself  in front you. The voices were not right. The voices were to blame for making the idea of ​​abandoning me more present in my head.

A light in the hallway caught my attention, along with a sob coming from the bathroom. It could only be you.

“Black gods… No… What am I going to do now? If I tell her... I... Oh, Gods, how would she react?” That's all I could hear before opening the door and discovering a horrible scene.

You were kneeling, crying, you had something in your hand, but I didn't notice. I could only see your tears spoiling your beauty, tears that I had caused.

“Why are you crying?” I asked crouching down next to you. You looked at me scared, hiding that strange object so I wouldn't see it.

Her passport to her freedom, you were always stupid, Donna...

“No, it's nothing,” you said, wiping your tears and putting the object in a pocket, out of my reach.

“Nothing? It doesn't seem like nothing,” I said, studying your crying. I was sure it was something bad, sure. “You've been sick for a while, (Y/N)...”

“Yes, well, I guess it's the weather,” you said, brushing it off, flashing one of those horrible, fake smiles.

At least I could do what I had gone to do. Maybe then you would stop crying. I can't stand to see you cry.

“Forgive me, (Y/N)” I whispered, reaching out my hand towards yours. You didn't move, you accepted my affection. That was a good sign. “I was so stupid…”

“What? Oh, no, no, Donna. That happened a long time ago. I've already forgotten,” you said, bringing your hand to my cheek. You were shaking.

“So, what's wrong?” I asked, nervous. I knew you were lying, I knew it. “I hate seeing you sad.”

You only sobbed harder, throwing yourself into my arms in a strange, desperate hug.

“Just, just hold me, okay? Please...” You asked with a voice that was brittle and distorted by crying. I obeyed, I didn't care about humiliating myself. You were mine and the responsibility was mine. “I love you. You know that, right?”

I nodded, letting myself be carried away by the heat of your embrace, by the horrible humidity of your tears on my skin.

That act of consolation, which went no further, was the last intimate contact I had with you. The more time passed, the more distant you became. You didn't come close to me, you didn't kiss me. You didn't hug me at night. What I thought was fixed only got messed up even more.

“It's good?” I asked, one night while we were having dinner. At least you were still talking to me, for now.

She’s going to leave, Donna…

You nodded with a genuine smile, which made me calm down.

“You know you it is,” you said amused, finishing your plate. “I'm sorry you had to cook.”

“I'm happy to do it, (Y/N)” I responded with a whisper.

“You're lovely when you want, huh?”

I smiled at the compliment and, wanting to be nice, I poured some wine into your glass, to which you denied while wiping yourself with a napkin.

“Mm, no, no thanks,” you said hastily, making me look at you confused. You always liked to drink some wine at night. You haven't done it in a while, and that bothered me.

I'm sure she thinks you poisoned her, anyway, how can she not think so? You're a dangerous psycho, Donna, you scared her, now she's scared of you...

“Why not? You liked wine,” I said, surprised, leaving the bottle aside, questioning you with my gaze.

“Yes, I like it but... I don't feel very well,” you said in a false tone, pretending to be dizzy, like you had in the last three months.

“Come on, drink, it will be good to you,” I insisted, wanting to silence those horrible voices that told you were afraid of me, were you afraid of me?

“No, really, I don't want wine,” you whispered in a more serious tone, with bright eyes.

“Drink,” I ordered, with anger again in my words. It was a test of trust, just that, (Y/N), why was it so difficult for you?

“I said I don’t want wine,” your voice darkened and your attitude scared me. I didn't want to lose you, don't you understand?

“Drink once and for all. I have this wine for you, and only for you, what does it cost you to value it?” I repeated, making you stand up with a grunt and with a surprising gesture, spill the glass on my head.

I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't. The wine ran down my face, staining my dress and leaving my dignity at its lowest level. I should have been able to defend myself, to demand explanations from you, but I wasn't.

She should die for that...

“There's your fucking wine, Donna,” You hissed angrily, putting the glass back on the table with a dull thud. “I'm going to bed.”

Before you disappeared from my sight, I reacted, getting up and running after you, grabbing your arm, squeezing it tightly.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Hey? Do you think you can humiliate me and get away with it?” I hissed, shaking you hard.

“Let me go of, Donna, you're hurting me,” you complained, hissing in pain. I freed you a bit. I didn't want to hurt you, I never did, (Y/N).

“You're the one who's hurting me, (Y/N)...”  I growled, determined to clear up my fears, to free myself from the demons. Maybe then, they would disappear. “You've been ignoring me for months, attacking me with false smiles... You don't come close to me... You barely talk to me, you avoid me... You don't let me make love to you, you don't even let me see you naked, and you expect me to let you go? No, I'm not going to let you go... You are mine...”

“Shut up,” you protested, slipping away from my arm. “You don't understand anything, Donna… And it's better to keep it that way.”

“Better for who, for you?” I asked ironically. “Come on, be brave and say it, say that you don't love me, that you're going to leave...”

“What? What are you talking about?” You asked, pretending not to know anything, as always.

“You know perfectly well what I'm talking about,” I hissed threateningly, pinning you against a wall. That time you were really scared, I could tell, you covered your body with your hands. “You think I don't know what that means, right? You pretend to be sick so you can be alone, and then you can think about how you are going to escape, right?”

You laughed ironically. That pissed me off, (Y/N), a lot.

“So you think? Wow, I thought you trusted me…” You mocked, pushing me away. It wouldn't be that easy for you. “You know what? I'm starting to think that maybe I should go.”

“You can’t leave!” I screamed furiously, chasing you again, only managing to pull the fabric of your dress, inevitably tearing it.

“Wait, no,” you said, desperately trying to cover yourself. “Gods…”

The house fell silent as I played with the fabric in my hands. It was useless for you to hide, I was watching you. Your body looked the same, but it wasn't. Your belly wasn't that bulging, I know. You weren't like that, you had changed, and there was a good reason for it.

“I didn't want you to know, I didn't want you to find out this way,” you sobbed, kneeling on the floor and caressing your belly with your hands, that belly that contained... My child, our child.

“(Y/N), I... Are you...?” I asked, stunned, surprised and with so many emotions that I was unable to process them all.

“Yes, Donna, I'm three months pregnant,” you acknowledged in a broken, agonized tone. You were really sad, I hated seeing you sad.

I bent down to comfort you, but I didn't know what to say. All that time of scorn and lies had a meaning, a wonderful one.

What if it's not yours?

The voice reached my head, but quickly disappeared. The joy was much stronger than my demons.

“It is,” I said to myself, which made you look at me confused. But there was something, something that I did want you to answer me. “Why haven't you told me?”

You got up with my help. Your horrible sobs still bounced off the walls, but your breathing was calmer.

“I don't know Donna, I... I was really afraid that... Lately you were so... weird that... I didn't know how you were going to react... I was afraid.”

“You were afraid of me,” I stated, hugging you while you nodded, your body still shaking.

“Yes, I... No, I don't know Donna... lately you were so gloomy, so dark...” You stammered into my shoulder, filling yourself with that aroma of wine that stained my clothes.

“I haven't been honest with you, (Y/N)” I said, pulling you, wiping away your tears. “This is my fault, I... I thought you would leave, that you would leave me, that you would abandon me... I, the... The voices in my head kept tormenting me and I thought that if... If we had a child...”

You looked at me and nodded. There was no fear, or anger in your eyes, that baffled me.

“It doesn't matter what it was like,” you said, putting a finger on my lips to shut me up. “Just, just tell me that you want it, Donna, that you love this baby as much as you love me…”

I smiled strangely, not really knowing how to interpret that reaction. I forced the voices to speak to me, but they didn't. The hand you placed on your belly made any fear disappear.

“I would never abandon you, Donna... You are the love of my life,” you whispered, letting me caress your swollen belly, letting the positive emotions overcome the negative ones. My baby, our baby. It was a dream.

“Could you forgive me?” I whispered, getting closer, resting my forehead against yours, closing my eye to feel more, to feel our child, your skin next to mine, to feel that I could have a family again.

“Only if you promise me one thing,” you said, moving away, letting me look at you. I nodded, nervous, free of those horrible voices. “Promise me you will never listen to those voices again… Promise you will take care of me, of the the baby… Please, promise me you will take care of us… And yourself…”

“Of course,” I said enthusiastically, truly smiling for the first time in months. I only felt love, happiness, the desire to be a family, a real one. “I will always take care of you, I promise... I love you... I love you so much...”  I said, hugging you, kissing you messily, giving an apotheotic end to that horrible time, to those doubts, to those voices... It's over.

She will always be with you, you will be a family, you will be happy...

“Me too, Donna,” you told me, moving away from my kisses while you laughed, “But... Promise me something else.”

I nodded again, unable to hold back the tears.

“For the Black Gods’ sake, take a shower, you stink of wine...”

[valiantstarlights]

Which Hob Gadling Are You? Quiz

Instructions: Get a pen and paper (or open your notes app) to keep track of your answers and scores. Select one response and add +1 to your tally. At the end, the letter with the most number of tally marks is your result. There are 8 possible results, as there are 8 versions of Hob. Enjoy! 😊✨

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1.) How well do you flirt?

Not sure. There's no one to flirt with. (A)

Fucking terrible. (G)

Not trying, not interested. (E)

Somewhat of a disaster, but I'd like to think there's hope for me. (B)

Not sure. I think I'm decent at it, but... (C)

I'm often not sure if I'm being flirted with, but if the person is my type, then I'll do my best to flirt back! (H)

I know what I'm doing, and hopefully it's my date tonight. ;) (F)

Honestly? I'm at a point in my life where I don't care if I'm good at flirting or not. (D)

2.) How much do you wanna fuck/get fucked by your date?

0% - Not right now. I have other priorities. (E)

25% - I'm not actively thinking about it, but if they're interested, then I'm game. (B and D)

50% - Why not? My date is super hot and I'm very interested in them. But if they're not in the mood, then that's fine, too. (H and C)

75% - Look, I'm making an Effort here. It would be nice if my date could show some interest. (G and A)

100% - OH HECK YEAH (F)

3.) Finish the sentence: "How..."

did you know that I'd still be here? (B)

long should I wait? (A)

did you know my name? (H)

wonderful to see you again. (D)

the hell did I fuck that up? (C)

rude! (G)

do you want me? ;) (F)

much longer until my order gets here? (E)

4.) Pick one word from the list:

Life (E)

Patience (A)

Change (F)

Courage (H)

Wonder (B)

Contentment (D)

Friendship (C)

Prosperity (G)

5.) Do you hate Shakespeare?

Ugh. Do we have to talk about him? I have more important things to worry about. (E)

I'm so glad you asked. Here, make yourself comfortable. I have a 6 hour presentation on why he sucks. (D)

I'd rather read a phonebook. (A)

I don't know who that is. (B)

(sighs) If I say no, will you leave me alone? (C)

THAT FUCKING BASTARD (G)

I watched one of his plays. Still think he's overrated, though. (F)

What's a shake spear? Is that a weapon or something? (H)

6.) How likely are you to say stupid shit?

Everything I say is stupid shit. (G)

Only when I'm drunk. (H)

I have no filter, so... (B)

I'd like to think I have learned not to be so careless. (E)

Fuck! I thought I had it! Apparently not. Gods motherfuck I'm never speaking again. (C)

I'm trying, okay? I really am. (F)

I said stupid shit once and I regret it until now. (A)

Very likely. Just wait and see. Any second now. (D)

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YES OR NO QUESTIONS: If your answer is yes, +1 to the letter indicated.

7.) Do you believe in love at first sight? (H)

8.) Do you get excited over things/topics that others consider boring? (B)

9.) Are you content with the life you have right now? (G)

10.) Do you still feel hopeful, despite the horrors? (E)

11.) Are you always DTF (Down To Fight)? (F)

12.) Have you ever fallen in love with a friend? (C)

13.) Would you wait/Have you waited for hours for your friend/s to arrive? (A)

14.) Are you willing to wait however long it takes for the love of your life to appear in your life? (D)

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15.) BONUS: Which is your favorite Hob?

1389 (H)

1489 (B)

1589 (G)

1689 (E)

1789 (F)

1889 (C)

1989 (A)

2022 (D)

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RESULTS:

Mostly A's = 1989 Hob

Mostly B's = 1489 Hob

Mostly C's = 1889 Hob

Mostly D's = 2022 Hob

Mostly E's = 1689 Hob

Mostly F's = 1789 Hob

Mostly G's = 1589 Hob

Mostly H's = 1389 Hob

[darlingdreadwrites]

How Toby Got Kidnapped by an Elf

pairing: Ticci Toby x GN!Reader

part: 1, 2

summary: You and Toby continue your holiday festivities - more chaos ensues.

contains: toby being annoying, fluff, kissing, more christmas shit, insults used affectionately, gift-wrapping, watching a movie

warnings: no real kidnapping by an elf sorry... i forgot what happens when in home alone and im basing it off of memory. so if the sequence of events is wrong, blame my laziness

word count: 2.8k

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The cookies had been an absolute disaster – most of them were burnt, and only three and a half were still edible. The fact some of them were burnt to a crisp didn’t mean anything to Toby. He ate them up, licking his fingers and rubbing his stomach in a dramatic display. You stand on a rickety chair, balancing on your toes as you attempt hooking the last string of Christmas lights over the curtain rod. The living room was looking a little better now that you had two hands on deck. But that was only when Toby decided to actually help you and not mess around.

Toby stands below you, holding the tangled mess of wires like it holds some type of sentience. He had genuinely started believing that he cursed every Christmas activity he touched. And, while the evidence was stacked against him, you reassured him that there were still more activities to go. And you already knew the unpredictable storm that is Toby would wreak havoc wherever he could naturally. Despite this, neither of you were in any bad mood after the mishaps.

“Wh-why is it… so kn-knotted?” he mutters, his face scrunched in confusion. His hands jerk suddenly with a sharp twitch, causing the lights to jolt. He scowls at them.

“Because I bought the cheapest box at Goodwill,” you grunt, stretching just a liiittle further to hook the final loop.

“Ch-cheapskate,” he mumbles under his breath, his lips twitching at the corners. “You get wuh-what you pay for.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You finally manage to hook the light strand in place. You hop down, wiping your hands with a satisfied grin. “There. Done.”

“Cool. My turn.”

You turn just in time to see Toby drape the remaining strings of lights over his shoulders like a feather boa. It all seems normal at first, and you even think he was going to make some sort of joke. Suddenly, he steps somewhere that turns out to be very unfortunate for him.

The lights twist around his arms and his left foot somehow gets involved. Then, his hoodie pocket snags one of the cords, and he’s mid-spin, his legs tangling in some sort of interpretive dance. You don’t think the creators of Final Destination could have predicted a weirder way for him to end up like this.

“Help!” he yells, doing a very dramatic half-spin, arms flailing as much as he can move them. The lights flash on and off like an emergency siren. “I’m b-b-being… kidnapped-by an elf!”

“You did that to yourself, man.” You shrug, watching with zero urgency. His struggle is kinda mesmerizing, if you really think about it. “Honestly, it’s a fitting end for you.”

He flops face-first onto the floor, arms outstretched like he’s in a crime scene outline. The lights flicker around him in little blips of red, blue, and green. From his position on the ground, he cranes his neck to look up at you.

“Heh-help me. I’m d-dying.” He sounds like he’s completely serious. Like this is his last will and testament.

You cross your arms as you look down at him with all the pity of a jaded babysitter. “Good. This is what you get for covering me in flour.”

“I r-regret nothing,” he mutters, voice muffled by the floorboards. His body twitches – sharp and fast, his head jerking up once before flopping back down. The lights flash violently in sync with his movements. He groans. “Okay. Muh-might regret… one thing.”

You crouch next to him, eyeing the lights that now resembled some kind of jolly straitjacket. He tilts his head to glare at you again.

“Are you g-gonna help, or are you-you just gonna watch me suf-suffer?”

“Little bit of both, I think.” You smirk as you tug one of the wires off of his arm. It’s like trying to untangle a slinky from itself – impossible.

“’M gonna rem-remember this,” he mumbles as you pull the wire from around his hoodie. “Y-you’re… o-on my list now.”

“Oh yeah? What list is that?” you ask, twisting the wire free from his pockets. The process is made more challenging by his tics.

His eyes light up brighter than the Christmas lights wrapped around him as he smiles impishly. “My rev-revenge list.”

“Cool. I’m putting you on my ‘Do Not Resuscitate’ list,” you reply, tossing the last of the lights onto the couch.

“You… wouldn’t.” He gasps.

“Alright, fine,” you sigh, tugging the final cord off his ankle. “Get up, Tobes. We’ve still got gifts to wrap.”

“Wr-wrap gifts?” he echoes, eyes narrowing in immediate suspicion. “Why wuh-would I wrap-wrap something I’m… j-just gonna rip apart later?”

And, with that, you realize you’re in for another battle.

The living room was turned into a war zone – all in the name of wrapping gifts, no less. Scraps of crumpled wrapping paper are everywhere. Some were under the couch, tangled in a blanket reserved for the living room, and somehow stuck to the… ceiling fan? A roll of tape has seemingly gone rogue, half-unspooled and wrapped around Toby’s wrist. He called it his “sticky bracelet of shame.” The scissors only you seemed to find any use for were abandoned in the middle of the floor since he decided that tearing the wrapping paper himself would look prettier. You don’t know what that kind of logic was about.

You’re perched cross-legged in the carpet, folding the edges of a box with precision – the very image of patience. Toby is not.

He’s hunched over something that might have once been a square box and now looks like it survived a tornado. The “wrapping” job consisted of tearing different wrapping papers until the small box turned into a ball. To secure it – and this was true genius – he’s mummified the thing in so much tape it could withstand a nuclear blast. You weren’t even sure he even put the gift inside because, glancing just a little way behind him, you could see the random can of beans he was going to gift to Brian. Not in the box, you note. Toby sits back, arms crossed over his chest like he’s just conquered the world.

“Done,” he says with finality, a triumphant grin on his face. His fingers twitch once and his head jerks to the right with a sharp tic. Then he turns to you with a look of expectation. “P-p-pretty good, huh?”

You stare at what can only be described as an abomination. You tilt your head slowly, the way one would observe something colossal crashing down in slo-mo.

“What… is that?” you ask, barely able to keep your voice steady.

Toby points at it like he’s revealing a masterpiece in a museum exhibit. “I-inno…inn-ovation,” he declares, punctuating it with a dramatic, self-satisfied sniff.

You snort so loud you almost choke. Your head drops, shoulders trembling with barely contained laughter, before you can manage to face him with a semi-straight face.

“It looks like you fought it and lost.”

Toby gasps and snatches the bundle off the ground, cradling it to his chest like it’s his firstborn child.

“It’s called style,” he huffs. His voice pitches higher, his stutter more pronounced as he speeds through his words. “S-s-sssorry you duh-don’t have t-taste.”

That only makes you laugh harder, nearly falling forward into a pile of discarded paper. He glares at you but can’t seem to hold it for long. His face cracks into a wide, toothy grin.

“Jealousy. Tha-that’s what this-this is.” He points at you with both hands like he’s figured you out. “You only wuh-wish you could be this g-good.”

“Yeah, I’m so jealous of whatever nightmare you created. Teach me your ways, Toby.”

Toby gasps in mock delight.

“S-so y-you admit it!” He leans toward you with wild eyes. “Bow. Bow to… mme, lowly cr-crafter.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Bow.”

“Never.”

“Never?”

He launches himself at you, dragging you into a mess of paper, tape, and chaos. Yelping, you try to wriggle free, but Toby has the upper hand. He pins you with one arm, his hands sticky from tape usage. He plants a dramatic, loud kiss on your cheek, punctuating it with a “Mwah!”

“Victory,” he says breathlessly, forehead pressing against yours – grinning like a maniac. His hands twitch, one eye squinting with a tic, but he doesn’t pull back.

“Okay, Picasso, why don’t we finish our job?”

“Sure. Since-since you’re so des…perate for my bril-brilliance.” Then, before you can respond, he boops your nose with a tape-covered finger. “B-boop.”

The comforting glow of the boxy TV bathes the room in soft blue light, flickering like the flames of a fireplace. You are curled up on the couch next to Toby, a blanket draped over your legs. Toby was sat next to you, arms and legs sprawled. You were taking advantage of his moment to get some good cuddles out of this movie thing.

“Home Alone, huh?” he mutters, scratching at his arm with the edge of his sleeve. His head jerks to the left with a quick tic, and he follows it with a low whistle. “Is-is this uuuuh-bout that psycho kid?”

“Not psycho, just resourceful,” you reply, stuffing a handful of popcorn into your mouth.

Toby catches a stray one that lands on the blanket. The fingers of his other hand drum against the backrest like he had too much energy to sit still.

“Th-they just fffforgot him?” Toby says suddenly, pointing at the screen as Kevin’s family race through the airport. “Are you… s-serious?"

“Yep.”

“If I got left-left home, I’d just leave. Pfft, problem solved.”

You shoot him a look. “Yeah, you’d last five seconds out there.”

“Ex-excuse me,” Toby looks at you, one hand pressed to his chest. “I could ssssurvive anyone that messes with me. Walk up, act craz-crazy – boom – they’d bolt.”

As the movie plays on, the commentary doesn’t stop. He flinches with every slapstick moment, whistling when Kevin outsmarts the burglars.

He gestures urgently at the screen, where Kevin is laying out micro-machines like a battlefield. “Look at that! Too much work. Just throw a f-frickin’ hatchet at ‘em and call it a day.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Big words for someone who got stuck in packing tape for twenty minutes and managed to get tied up in Christmas lights by yourself.”

“That wuh-was a strategy failure.” He pokes at your cheek. “Not a re-ffflection of my abilities.”

“You lost to tape. And lights… And a fridge.”

“And… here I am. A survivor.” He grins and leans over, biting at the air near your shoulder like a teasing dog. “Bet yuh-you wouldn’t last.”

At one point, Toby jumps so suddenly at a scene that the blanket you’re sharing gets yanked halfway across the couch.

“Can you not?” you ask, tugging it back.

“I-it’s not my f-fault! That kid-kid is crazy!” He twitches once before sprawling out again. He shoves a handful of popcorn into his mouth, and, for a moment, everything was peaceful. Then, a trap on screen sent one of the burglars flying, and Toby wheezes, nearly choking. “BAHAHA—look at him! Look at him flop like a—” His cackling turns into coughing, and you hand him a water bottle with a flat stare.

“Let’s add popcorn to that list of things that can defeat you.”

“Sh-shut up.” He wipes his face with his sleeve, still grinning like an idiot.

By the time Kevin’s final showdown with the Wet Bandits begins, Toby is practically vibrating with energy. His feet tap against the floor, and his hands twitch in anticipation for every trap.

“This is g-g-genius.” His voice hitches with a tic as he watches Kevin rig a paint can on a string. “H-he’s gonna de…stroy them. R-respect.”

When the iconic moment happens, Toby lets out a victorious laugh, grabbing your arm in excitement.

“D-did ya see th-that? That’s how-how you do it! Wuh-we’re trying th-this next year!”

You shoot him a look. “If you so much as think about rigging paint cans in this house, I will-“

“B-but you sssaid-“

“Toby, no.”

“Toby, y-yes,” he replies, mimicking your tone before collapsing into laughter. You can’t help but laugh too, shaking your head slightly.

Toby’s excitement had worn off as the movie was entering what he thought was sappy territory. Now, he was going over the traps and how much he loved the Wet Bandits.

“Why didn’t they just-just, like, l-leave? Walk away. C-cut their losses.”

“Because they’re dumb, Tobes.” You pull the blanket up to your chin. “That’s the whole point.”

“Stup-stupidest criminals of aaall time,” he mutters, folding his arms in feigned seriousness. “I c-c-could run circles around… them.”

“You couldn’t even run circles around packing tape.”

“I wuh-will tape your mouth shut.” He smiles innocently despite his words.

“I’d like to see you try.”

The credits begin to roll. Gentle, tinkling music plays softly in the background, like it was trying to lull anyone withing a ten-mile radius to sleep. The glow of the TV dims, and you sit still, eyes half-lidded. You watch as the names scroll by like they might spell out some hidden message. Toby was quiet next to you. That wasn’t like him.

Normally, he’d still be talking, cracking jokes about how he could’ve done crazier shit than Kevin. You’d be hearing some pretty heinous things because that was normal for him. And it’s not like he was tired – he would never shut up then, either. His head twitches to the side, fingers playing with a loose string on his hoodie.

“You good?” you ask casually at first.

“Yeah,” he replies, his voice low and soft. His lips press into a line, and he flicks his eyes back toward the Christmas tree in the corner of the room. The ornaments sway gently.

“It’s… it’s-uh, nice, I guess.” He shrugs one shoulder.

He’s totally downplaying it, you think.

You shift on the couch so that you could look at him better. “The tree?”

He doesn’t respond – he just picks at a seam on his sleeve, and another involuntarily whistle comes from him. He opens his mouth like he was about to say something, then closes it again.

“Hey,” you say softly and nudge his arm. He doesn’t flinch, but he tilts his head just a bit toward you. “Talk to me.”

“It’s just…” Toby exhales deeply through his nose. He rubs his hands together momentarily – slowly, deliberately. His next words came quickly, like if he said them slowly, he’d choke on them. “I ne-never really did any of this. Th-the tree, movies, all this stuff.”

He glances up at you and looks away just as fast. It was like he accidentally looked at something that was too bright to comprehend. “Guess it-it-it’s… nice.”

Your chest aches a little and your brows furrow. Not in a sad way, but in that way where you realize someone’s been missing out on something they didn’t know they needed.

“Well, you’re stuck with it now.” You grin, leaning into his side. “We’re doing this every year. Tree, movies, the whole thing. Even the chaos.”

Toby snorts and tilts his head to rest it lightly on yours. “Cuh-could do with-without the, uh, the wrapping part.”

“It is not my fault you wrapped that present like it was struggling to go down.”

He lifts his head and nudges yours back with his own. “It was… art, actually.”

“It was garbage,” you say through a laugh. He leans back, eyes drooping as he looks at the Christmas tree one more time.

“Merry Christmas, loser.” His voice is barely above a whisper. He turns his head back to stare at you, and you smile at him.

His eyes shift to yours, lingering this time. No darting away. No quick glances like before, or any jokes to interrupt the silence. Just… stillness. You can see it in the way his breathing is slowing down, the way he glances at your lips. He slants his head, slowly closing the space between you. He wasn’t sure he knew he was doing it until he was close enough to feel your breath on his skin. You’ve kissed before, but this felt different.

He presses his lips to yours gently. It wasn’t dramatic, rushed, or messy. Just a warm, soft kiss like those in the movies. His lips stay there for a moment, just enough for you to sink into it. You pull back just a little to get some air before diving back in with your head at a different angle. You can feel the warmth of Toby’s palm as he lifts his hand to cup your cheek, and –

“What the fuck happened in here?!”

The two of you jolt apart as if struck by lightning, your heart pounding wildly as you shoot a wide-eyed look at Toby. Toby’s eyes dart to the kitchen, then back to you. Somehow, he finds a way to smile in this situation.

“…R-run?” he suggests, already standing up.

“Run!” you agree, pushing yourself off the couch as fast as you can.

“THERE’S FLOUR IN THE CEILING FAN?!” Tim’s voice echoes from the kitchen, filled with fury.

[nightfalltales]

yukichi fukuzawa abc nsfw headcannons

parings: yukichi fukuzawa x gn reader

cw: SMUT - size kink + foreplay + fingering + penetration + praise + oral sex (giving & receiving) + breeding + teasing (if you squint) + office sex + rough sex (if you squint); dom!yukichi + sub!gn reader; explicit

word count: 2.4k+

author’s note: i hate college sm and i’ll do my best to post as much as i can :(( also i NEED fukuzawa so BAD..

smut below (18+) !! MINORS DON’T INTERACT !!

✦ a = aftercare 

this man’s a master of aftercare. after a steamy moment, he doesn’t want to leave you alone :(

this man would ask if you’re alright and if you need anything. like if you ever need a bath, this man will run a bath for you, eventually join you as well bc going to sleep dirty is not his motive. if you ever need an extra blanket, this man already got it for you. if you ever need something to eat, this man would cook for you (i see him as a decent cook so don’t expect a gourmet meal)

during aftercare, he would praise you for how well you did and how well you take him<3 PLSS THIS MAN HSFGYGJ

✦ b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

i feel like he’s proud of his body physique even though he’s like 45 but who cares, he’s trained at a young age & is a swordsman assassin, so i would imagine he would still maintain his body physique and is still proud of it.

for his partner, i typically believe he doesn’t have a favorite body part of you. just seeing you is basically enough to be his favorite bc he loves you.

✦ c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

ok listen this man would cum inside you. you would feel his cum splattering inside you and would pull out once he’s satisfied probably for another 2-5 mins. he’ll kiss you to let you know that you took him well and would whisper praises in your ear, feeling his hot breath brushing against it.

if you’re not the type to want his cum inside you, that’s okay! he’ll cum inside the condom he placed on himself.

i feel like he’s a clean man so i imagine him not wanting to see his cum on your face. if you’re giving him head, he’ll want his cum in your mouth and not on your face.

✦ d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

i imagine him having dirty thoughts or dreams of you, either in his sleep or in his mind. like his dream would be about you being naked and sprawled out, seeing how wet you are and allowing him to fuck you. he would wake up startled just to see his dick straining and him just blushing about it. he would probably go back to sleep and ignore his needs or fulfill it with his hands wrapped around his cock, thinking about you and only you.

as for dirty thoughts, whenever he sees you in a short or tight skimpy outfit, he would once again blush about it and try his best to not think about how he would lure you in his office and fuck you on his desk, groaning about how arousing you are and how you made him feel like this.

✦ e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

hmmm this is a bit tricky but i feel like he’s been in a few relationships and has done this before or hasn’t been in one relationship but he definitely knows what he’s doing. idk, y’all can think about this one.

✦ f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary. 100%. listen, he is a simple man and likes a certain, yet simple position that allows him to see your face.

not only just missionary, as long as he can see your face, then other positions are fine. imagine him hitting you from the back and his hand gently cupping your jaw to make you face him, giving you kisses everywhere for how well you’re taking him and praising you well like, “you’re taking me so well, y/n..” LORDDDD

✦ g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

hmm again this is tricky, man is serious. i feel like once he’s in an intimate moment with you, then he’s not goofy because they want you to feel good with pleasure only. but then again, if there was a funny moment between you two having sex, both of you would probably stare at each other and giggle. once you two stop giggling, he’ll ask if he can continue or he can stop and just rest alongside him.

✦ h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i think he’s groomed well, has a few hairs, but it’s not too messy bc this man screams clean. and yes, the carpet does match the drapes.

✦ i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

omg if you’re with this man, you’re hella lucky. let’s talk about the romantic aspect first. this man is quiet, so no pda, sorry :( the least he can do outside is to hold your hand and kiss your cheek. however, in private, he’ll give you the most affection <3 this man can hug you behind your back if you're washing dishes, kiss your cheek randomly, pat your head as he passes by, you name it. he’s a man who shows no affection outside but inside, he’ll reveal the real him once you two are alone 

for intimacy of how y’all are during the moment, this man would focus on you and only you. you are his priority for his goal to make you feel good. i would say there are a few teasing here and there, but once you two are engaging in sex, then he’ll make sure you’ll feel good before he does.

✦ j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

like i said in d = dirty secret, this man would jack off whenever he has a naughty dream of you if he ever feels like it. him grunting and pumping his cock more once the thought of you gets more naughtier<3

i imagine that whenever you are on a business trip without him and he misses you badly, he’ll jack off of the thought of you but only like 1 or 2 times mans got work to do anyway, he’s busy– but for sure, he misses you. once you are back home and in his arms, he’ll show you how much he misses you by pinning you against the wall and kissing you roughly.

✦ k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

blindfold sex. listen. hear me out. he’ll blindfold you with either a silk rope or his tie. he wants you to feel completely at mercy when you’re with him.

bondage. but a light one. man doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of either how the ropes are tightly wrapped around you or how uncomfortable it feels. mainly he’ll use a silk rope or his tie to tie your hands just like how we blindfolds you yk, just only your hands and nowhere else.

breeding. that’s it. literally. this man wants to fill you up. just the thought of filling you up to the brim and trapping all of his essence inside of you riles him up a lot. but if you’re uncomfortable with that, that’s okay, he’ll respect it!

cunnilingus. like i said in c = cum and i = intimacy, this man’s top priority is you. he wants for you to cum for him and he’ll lick every single drop of it no matter what. 

sorry, but if you have a degrading kink, he doesn’t do it. i don’t think he never wants to hurt you physically and verbally bc this man would never forgive himself if he ever hurts you. even if you convince him to degrade you, this man will decline.

edging. this man can either tease you or not whenever he feels like it. however, when he does, he wants to edge you so you can beg him for more, giving you enough pleasure to keep you going but not enough to send you over the edge. he also likes being edged himself since that always makes the finale feel better for him.

praise. 100%. you cannot tell me otherwise. THIS MAN WOULD PRAISE YOU FOR EVERYTHING ESPECIALLY IN BED. like “you feel so good, y/n..” and “go ahead, cum for me.” and “good girl/boy.” or “good job, y/n..” OH MY GOD UHCGSUY

✦ l = location (favorite places to do the do)

either your guys home or if y’all live together, bedroom or anywhere, as long as y’all don’t make a huge mess, cleaning up a huge mess will prob make you and him more tired.

his office. OFFICE SEX. he loves to cover your mouth if you try your best to not be loud. “shhh shhh y/n.. everyone can hear us.” saying that with a DAMN smirk on his face.

✦ m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

hmm maybe if he’s like had a rough day and just wants to see you yk. it only happens rarely bc he doesn’t want to release his stress on you like all the time

in j = jack off, when he misses you while you’re on a business trip and came back in yokohama, he’ll pin you against the wall and roughly kisses you, grunts as he removes your clothes as you remove his. he’ll show how much he misses you and you’ll wake up with sore legs.

and d = dirty secret, whenever he sees you in a short and skimpy outfit, he’ll get aroused. and i def imagine that once everyone’s gone in the agency as they call it a night, he’ll ask you to stay overtime and definitely fuck you in his office, growling his way as he bends you over and takes you from behind. 

not to mention your voice. once he’s taking you down and your voice echoes through the room, moaning, screaming, whimpering, gasping, whatever, it turns him on. a lot. “go ahead, y/n.. you can let it out. let me hear you.”

✦ n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

degrading. this man is soft, so i don’t see him hurting you verbally nor physically, this man would provide you pleasure and only pleasure. 

public sex. this man would not risk his own reputation just to have sex with you in a public area. 

he doesn’t share. no threesomes, or gangbangs. ik that man will be overly jealous and hold his grudge to harm them.

that’s all i can think of, just know this man is private and would deal with you in a private manner and not in a public or humiliating manner.

✦ o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

listen, this man would choose to satisfy you than himself so he’ll prefer to give you oral instead of you giving oral to him. he’ll lay you down on a surface in your shared home or his desk in his office and eat you out.

as for receiving, as long as he can cum inside your mouth, he’ll be fine with it. bonus if eye contact is added as you suck him off, he’ll get off faster ;)

✦ p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

normally, it’ll be like in a normal pace if y’all know what i mean. but if y’all are into it (and he asks for consent), then he def goes fast and rough on you. if y’all miss each other, then slow and sensual.

✦ q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

i think this one depends? because i don’t think he’s into quickies since he would want to take his time with you. but if he actually wants you real bad, then yes– either in his office and before y’all go to work– that’s pretty much it, a bit often btw

✦ r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

sorry, he has a reputation to take care of, so no public sex where everyone can see. doesn’t really take risks either but as long as you’re in his office or anywhere private with him.

✦ s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

normally, i think he can go up to 2-4 rounds. he’s a 45-year-old dilf but is also tired from work, but don’t worry– it’ll last long for your own pleasure ;)

if he misses you, he goes up to maybe more than 2-4 rounds, perhaps all night if you’re willing. he misses you so much, he just gotta show you in his own time with just the two of you alone.

✦ t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i think he’s a simple man, so no toys. he prob doesn't know how to use it on himself either LMAO 

he wants to use his own self to pleasure you. whether it be his fingers, his dick, whatever as long as it’s him and only him.

✦ u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

he def teases. I KNOW THIS MAN TEASES. he’ll praise you to see you blush, def whisper dirty words to you to rile you up, you name it. he loves seeing you putty in his arms.

✦ v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

when y’all are alone together, he def grunts, groans, moans, whimpers, and dw, he’ll be loud enough for you to hear him, but not too loud yk. however, if it’s at his office, he grits his teeth together to avoid making noises or uses his hands to grasp at his mouth to muffle his noises as he pounds you on his desk.

✦ w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he’s def a jealous man if he sees you talking to someone else instead of him. don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t mind you talking to his employees, his acquaintances, but like if some stranger you just met complimented you or give you a flirty look, yeah he frowns and gets jealous. as long as you reassure him that your heart belongs to him and not someone you just met, he’ll def let out a sigh of relief and plans to pound you later tonight at his place to show you how much you mean to him.

✦ x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

that one audio: “i know his dick is big.. i know it”, bc he has a big dick. like 6-7 inches, but also a bit of a wide girth.

✦ y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

imma be honest, this man does not have a high sex drive at all. i mean he kinda does but hides it a lot. after he met you though, oh boy, his sex drive is WAY high (not right away but if y’all are comfortable to have sex with each other)

✦ z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he’s NOT falling sleep after y’all are done. he’ll provide you with aftercare and only sleep whenever you sleep, even if it’s a busy, tiring day for him !

[scarfacemarston]

Harvey Dent & Two Face Fluff Alphabet

I promised I'd write this and here it is! It's long, but I'm writing for two people. I worked hard on this, so if you could note or reblog, it would mean everything to me! This has multiple ships mentioned including Harvey/Gilda, BruHarvey and a potential x reader. A - Affection (how do they show affection to their s/o)

He tends to fit all five love languages regarding how he shows affection. However, he is very physical, and heaps praise on his partner.  He'll tell them how much they mean to them and everything he loves about them. He is very much so the romantic and will show up with flowers or surprise dinners out. Two Face shows love through gifts and sex. He tends to be either impersonal and nonchalant about gifts, or he can talk about how you deserve it but be a bit possessive because you're his partner. 

B - Best Friend (what are they like as a best friend?)

Loyal to a fault. He's the type to drop everything he possibly can to help someone. He'd go to extra lengths and pull strings for people if he had to. He's a great person to lean on and gives excellent advice. Two Face actually has some of the same qualities, but it comes across as gruff or in between the lines. 

C - Cuddling (do they like to cuddle? And how would they do it?)

Yes. One of Harvey's love languages is physical touch, but that changed a bit after the acid attack. He doesn't believe anyone wants to touch him and will stiffen if you do. Two Face insists that he hates anyone touching him - and he does, but with the right person, he absolutely melts. Harvey was very handsy with Gilda and loved cuddling in bed at night, in the early morning, watching TV, etc. 

D - Domestic (do they want to settle down? How good are they at cooking and cleaning)

Harvey has always wanted a family in whatever way he can, whether with Gilda, Bruce, or another partner. He definitely wants the "traditional family" in terms of spouse of any gender, children, a safe house and pets. Harvey is perfectly able to cook and clean for himself. However, he did live the busy bachelor workaholic lifestyle, so his meals weren't always the greatest. It was whatever he could find quickly on the way home or leftovers. But he can cook! He loves cooking with his partner, even if food is more challenging to eat at this point in time. Harvey can sometimes be messy if he's working on a case and has an "organized" mess. Two Face isn't a slob and is likely to also have an organized mess at times, which can make things very confusing for others. 

E - Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Harvey would want to talk it out. He would be empathetic but very clear. He wants it to be amicable if possible. However, if you did something to him, Harvey could be just as cold as Two-Face can be. Two-Face is more blunt and to the point and can be callous. His attitude is more like, "When your time's up, it's up."  

F - Fiancé (how do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Harvey absolutely wants to settle down and get married to a partner - if it's the right one. We see it in BTAS, and we see how seriously he takes commitment in the comics. Once the acid attack occurs, he doesn't think he'll ever have that chance again. It'll take a lot of convincing for him (AND Two-Face) to believe they're worth it. Harvey is more depressed, but Two Face is more bitter. Two Face is always ready for someone to be rid of him, so he'll do it first. Both can be part of a committed relationship, and Harvey would especially love it, but it'll take time and trust. I would say that Harvey would like to date a minimum of a year to two years before getting married, but if the moment feels right, he might pop the question earlier. 

G - Gentle (how gentle they, both physically and emotionally?)

Harvey can be incredibly gentle and tender. He's not as sensitive as people sometimes paint him as, but he does feel things. Two-Face can be gentle. He's not always yelling or a raging bomb—he's far more nuanced than that. Harvey can be very soft-spoken and a genuinely calming individual to be around. 

H: Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Harvey didn't give a lot of people hugs outside of his closest friends before the attack. He didn't receive many, either, growing up. His mother was the only person he can remember hugging him. Sometimes, people would hug him on the campaign trail, but he still wasn't exactly a fan of it. However, it's a very different story with people he loves. He loves wrapping his arms around his partner from behind while working, cooking, cuddling, whatever. His hugs are always tight, secure, and safe. After the incident in the courtroom, he doesn't want or believe he deserves hugs. They make him and Two-Face very uncomfortable. He is more likely to stiffen or even push them away. However, people like Harley will jump and hug him anyway. 

I: I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Harvey feels intensely. BTAS shows that he falls in love fast and hard. I don't think he was with Grace that long before proposing. We know he proposed to Pamela very quickly, but he was under the influence of her plant hormones, so that doesn't count. I would say that Harvey would try to wait for the right moment to declare his love, but the time could vary. Two Face… isn't the best at declaring his love. It comes across as rough and possessive, as seen in the comics. He'll say it, but he's more likely to find roundabout ways to show he cares. 

J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Yes, absolutely, Harvey and Two-Face get jealous. Just because Harvey is the nicer one doesn't mean he doesn't have his own issues. Some of him will be angst over it, but overall, he's more likely to grab his partner by the hand and give them the most passionate kiss. Two Face is more likely to grab his partner by the waist and glare menacingly while pulling you away from the situation. You're his partner. 

K: Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you?)

Harvey kissed Gilda quite often, and if he had been with Bruce or another partner, it would have been the same. Now, it's very awkward for him. He feels very self-conscious. He'd ask why would you want to kiss him when he's missing half his lips? Two-Face would take it as a "See? They don't really love us."....but he can definitely be proven wrong. Harvey is passionate - often romantic, but not always. There's a fire to his kisses, and that fire returns once he feels comfortable again. Two-Face, again, is possessive and dominating. He doesn't hurt you, but it's definitely a "You're my partner and don't you forget it" type of thing. Harvey likes to kiss your neck because, as an added bonus, it usually leads to something more.

L: Little Ones (How are they with kids?)

I would imagine Harvey was great with kids. It was something he truly wanted with Gilda. I can see him not having an issue holding Jim or his co-worker's kids or babysitting any nieces or nephews he'd have. Two-Face doesn't hate kids, but he doesn't really want anything to do with them. He doesn't want the staring and the poking and prodding that kids do. However, I think it'd be possible for Two-Face to warm up to a kid…if the circumstances were right. 

M: Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?)

Before the day in the courtroom, mornings were rushed. If he wanted to spend time with Gilda, he'd have to get up around 5:00 am, but he'd never want to wake her. It was usually him doing his morning routine for work, potentially remembering to grab a bagel, grab some coffee, whispering to Gilda that he loves her, and leave. On the weekends, he'd sleep in a bit, but his body would still get him up pretty early. He didn't mind it, but that doesn't always mean he'd get out of bed. Sometimes, the mornings would be spent cuddling, having sex, making a proper breakfast together, and talking about running errands or something fun they could do that day. After the courtroom incident, he began his crime spree and took on a more nocturnal routine. Good look, getting him up before 1 am or 2 am. He and Two-Face MIGHT concede to see you earlier, but that's not easy for him at this point. 

N: Night (How are nights spent with them?)

With Harvey, he would work late into the night on case files or meet up with Jim and Batman. Again, he didn't sleep too often unless his body was about to give out. However, when his workaholic tendencies weren't getting to him, he'd try his best to be home by 6:00 pm and have dinner with Gilda. He didn't usually watch TV in the evenings - Gilda forbade the news, saying he had enough of that during the day………..BUT, he would watch reruns of Star Trek if he was feeling nostalgic or depressed. Sometimes, he'd read before bed, whether it was a law book, a mystery novel, or, surprising to some - a comic book. Sex was also on the table.

Afterward, he and Two-Face spend most of their nights planning heists, organizing crimes, figuring out how to deal with his opponents, avoiding the Bat, recruiting people to work for them, or dealing with the mob - something he still hates. He doesn't really do anything for fun. However, he and Two-Face drink and sometimes smoke - sometimes he visits the Iceberg lounge, but overall, it's still work, work, work. A romantic partner would HAVE to pull him and Two-Face away from their work, which would not be easy. However, the more they fall in love, the more they will set aside time for you. 

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) Despite Harvey being warm and personable, he was cautious not to reveal much about himself. He'd often deflect questions about himself to the other person. He is also very slow to reveal much to himself to friends or even romantic partners. Revealing bits about himself always made him anxious because he was ready for blowback. When is he going to be too much for the other person? Two Face is even more secretive about himself and has a similar idea to Harvey.

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Harvey is often very patient. He had to focus on his goals and all the hurdles that got in his way. However, he's not infallible. Contrary to popular belief, Harvey has just as much anger as Two-Face; it just comes out slightly differently. Two-Face can be patient, but he's known for his hair-trigger temper for a reason.

Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every detail in passing, or do they kind of forget? ) Harvey and Two-Face have a great memory. Part of it was from their law days of remembering all sorts of laws and stipulations as well as complex case files. His job was to be detail-oriented and notice what could be easily missed. That said, it is canon that Harvey sometimes forgot holidays. Two Face is actually quite good with his memory and reading people as well. Both get it from dealing with criminals and remembering grudges or allies.

That said, it can be used for "good" in intrapersonal relationships. They won't forget your birthday or anniversary, your favorite color, or how you got that scar. 

R: Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It's predictable and maybe a bit lame, but the moment you told them that, you not only accepted them but loved THEM. The two of you had been cuddling on the sofa, sitting quietly, enjoying some movie you were only half paying attention to when you said it sleepily to them. They didn't think they heard you right. Two Face simply figured you meant Harvey only. But then you clarified, and despite the pain it gave him, Harvey and Two-Face smiled genuinely with a tenderness only you could see. Two Face loved watching you tell of the Penguin for insulting him. It was both hilarious and heartwarming ----even if he did have to boost security around you for a while.

With Gilda, It was when she told him to pack a weekend bag and get in the car. He was immediately suspicious but followed her directions only to see that she had rented a cabin for them in the woods, but not far outside of a picturesque town. The two split their time between hiking and fishing (Which they sucked at), having sex, and playing tourist in the town. It meant so much to him that someone A. took control (he loved that about Gilda, and he would love that in any relationship.) B. Cared so much about him that they gave everything up.

S: Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Harvey and Two-Face are both very protective, verbally and physically. They know how to fight with their fists and are incredibly gifted with their guns. They're also fearless. Verbally, it's effortless for them to tell someone off or make someone wither under their words.

They will NOT let anything happen to you, or else they'd punish themselves for the rest of their life.  As for him being protected, being loyal is good enough for him. Sticking up for him or supporting him is also huge. Is it obvious? Yes, but it's something he has so little of.

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, and gifts?)

Harvey puts an incredible amount of effort into dates, anniversaries, and gifts. HOWEVER, sometimes he has to make up for dates or anniversaries because of his work. He would never intentionally miss something that important. He's a very thoughtful gift-giver. He doesn't believe in buying people's affection, but he does want to treat them from time to time, so expect nice but thoughtful gifts! He can be a bit of a traditionalist in that he will bring flowers to his partner on date night or just because he can. Two Face remembers dates well, but he is more likely to have the attitude of "Yeah, I got you something. No big deal" in a devil-may-care type of way. 

U: Ugly (What would be a bad habit of theirs?)

Besides his anger boiling up at in opportune moments or lack of sleep, I would say clenching his jaw. It gives him a lot of tension headaches. Two Face also clenches his jaw, but he grinds his teeth a lot too. 

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Harvey knows he's handsome but prefers not to dwell on it. He hates the idea that he's a "pretty boy lawyer." He wants people to focus on him as a lawyer and his accomplishments—not his looks. That said, he is always well put together and has high standards for himself, even as Two-Face. 

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

No. He wouldn't. However, he and Two-Face would convince themselves that they are fine with being alone and that they deserve it. Whether it's Gilda or the reader, Harvey will pine for them, and their partner will always have a place in his heart, even years later.

X: Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

Harvey is a fantastic singer. He could be quite the crooner and sings a lot of songs that are Frank Sinatra and Rat Pack-esque. It's like you stepped into the 50s. He also appreciates a lot of Motown music.

Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Harvey is an insomniac. It's something he's always struggled with. Part of it is physiology, but part of it was his attempt to avoid nightmares. This carries on after the acid attack. It was something else that gave him and Two-Face night terrors. Plus, he deals with chronic pain as a result of the acid attack, age, stress, and fighting. Additionally, he gets pounding headaches, and his bad eye brings him a lot of pain.