#charming to some incredibly irritating to others. often both

[oplishin]

i think the more you get to know me irl, the more himbo energy i give because i'm always zoned out and can't hear and also can't correctly interpret the things i do hear and also can't remember anything

[nujins]

  [ 𓆩♡𓆪 ] for you... maybe — prologue: the first clash!

[ SYNOPSIS ] ━━ you and woonhak are in different friend groups, different classes, different social bubbles, but always find yourselves in the same place: the student council’s shared committee space. why? because the two of you and your friends somehow all, coincidentally, represent the student body despite all their hidden crazy. woonhak? doesn’t really care. you? cares a bit too much. disaster? abso-fucking-lutely. well your respective friends are very much over it. yeah, they all see what’s going on. all the bickering, the accidental eye contact, the weird tension when you’re both stuck doing posters together at 10pm. so they form an unofficial matchmaking pact. but because both sides can’t really rein in their chaos for shit, the plans are anything but smooth.

[ WARNING ] ━━ swearing/vulgar language, technical/graphic design talk, unedited time stamps (for the tweets), arguing

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You weren’t the type of person to hate things.

Annoyed? Of course. Irritated? Occasionally. Mildly inconvenienced? Constantly—but that was just the fine print of everyday life, wasn’t it? Hate, though? That always felt like too strong a word. Too heavy, too melodramatic. You’d never been that kind of person. You were the kind of kid who shrugged when the vending machine ate your change, who calmly accepted it when the teacher forgot to call on you even though your hand had been raised for three minutes straight. You didn’t rage. You didn’t brood. You just… moved on.

Take-out place forgot your sauce? That’s fine. Someone else gets the credit for your idea in a group project? Annoying, but whatever. Your life wasn’t defined by petty grudges or disproportionate reactions.

You were the kind of person who was genuinely okay getting vanilla when they ran out of chocolate. Who didn’t throw a fit over middle seats, squished sandwiches, or bad group photos where you were blinking. You just adjusted, adapted. Made peace with it. A full phone battery, warm socks, and a smooth-writing pen could salvage even the worst day.

Your standards weren’t low—they were just realistic. And maybe a little flexible. When your friends got loud and chaotic and dramatically feral (as they often did), you didn’t bite back. You’d give them a pointed look, roll your eyes, maybe lob a dry remark in their direction if you were feeling spicy. Then it was over.

Eunchae’s constant fish jokes about Kim Dong-hyun from Class 2-3? Unoriginal, but harmless. Yuna’s endless nitpicking over your sentence casing? Pedantic, but fine. Jimin’s smug little I told you so smirks whenever she was right (which, unfortunately, was often)? You dealt with it. Anton being… Anton? Yeah, that one you’d accepted as a cosmic mystery long ago.

You liked to think of yourself as easygoing. You had strong opinions, sure, but they stayed contained. You’d argue them when necessary, then fold them neatly away again like a shirt in a drawer. You didn’t start fights. You didn’t hold grudges. You didn’t make enemies.

It wasn’t a philosophy you planned on changing any time soon.

But then again, you hadn’t really met Kim Woonhak yet, had you?

On the other hand, on the opposite side of the school—philosophically, spatially, and in nearly every single way that mattered—Kim Woonhak preferred the unexpected, and hated feeling mundane.

He didn't just want to stand out. He needed to.

Fitting in felt like a punishment. Silence? Torture. Agreement? Boring. If certain people thrived on clean lines and quiet logic (which sounds a lot like you, but he doesn't really know that, not yet), Woonhak thrived on the glitch in the system. The hiccup. The spark that sent everything sideways just long enough for something interesting to happen.

Some people found it charming. Others found it exhausting. He, however, found that incredibly delectable.

He walked into every room like a song stuck in someone's head—loud, catchy, and could be mildly irritating if they weren’t in the mood. There was always a rhythm to him, a way he spoke that made you feel like he was half-joking, even when he wasn’t. He never said “hello” like a normal person, after all. It was always a dramatic entrance, a finger-gun, a spin in his chair, a deliberately too-loud sigh, or perhaps even a full-blown tantrum on the literal floor when he loses a game with his friends.

But it wasn’t just for show. Woonhak genuinely believed things should be fun, a little risky, maybe even a little chaotic. That’s probably why he agreed to run for student council. Or, at least, let Leehan (or Kim Dong-hyun to everyone else in this school) rope him into running for positions that would let the Canva-addicted boy put his graphic design experience to good use. It wasn't for the prestige or the college apps. Heck, not even because he cared that much about the school’s broken vending machine or outdated club funding policies.

Kim Woonhak, in all his "bold-lettered, all-caps type of vibe" glory, just liked a stage.

And the idea of going the meetings? To the debates? Just thinking about the way he would make people bristle and squirm when he eventually pokes at their carefully built arguments? He lived for it.

So when he remembers the reason why he can't stop bouncing on the soles of his feet, snapping his fingers to relieve the tension, all morning—Riwoo (a.k.a. Lee Sang-hyuk) dismissed him and said it was probably just his stimming, but he begged to differ—Woonhak grinned like he’d just been handed a mic and been told to freestyle.

Game on, he thought, slapping his phone on his hand with a thrilled grin.

He hadn't met everyone yet. Didn’t matter. He’d find the straight-laced one, the one who thought rules were sacred and compromise was noble. The one who couldn’t stand being wrong. The one who mistook calm for control.

He'd find them. He always did.

So that’s probably what jumpstarted this whole shenanigans in the first place. What with just ten minutes into the first student council meeting of the year, someone’s already arguing about fonts.

Not budgets. Not school-wide policy. Jesus, not even the embezzling rumors from last year’s prom.

The first argument of this ill-starred school year for the student council, was about goddamn fonts.

“Comic Sans is a literal war crime,” you say flatly, arms crossed, a soft pink highlighter in your hand. You held it tight in a vice grip, like a weapon, or at least trying to not repurpose it as one. Your voice is calm, but everyone at the table can feel the temperature drop a degree at every word. “This is a formal announcement. For a formal event. Why would we want it to look like a kindergarten flyer?”

Across the table, a stranger who spelled "chaos"—to you, at least, with his creased jacket, loose tie, chewing on a straw for his iced coffee like he’s halfway through a music video—blinks. Once. Then again, slower.

“It’s legible. And fun,” he shrugged. “Not everyone wants to read a funeral pamphlet, Your Highness.”

Gasps. Scoffs. A choked laugh from Eunchae. Someone drops a pen (you're pretty sure it was Anton). And just like that, Kim Woonhak makes his entrance.

Your eyes narrow. You don’t recognize him. He must be one of the new reps. You internally scramble for his name, but the irritation crowds out logic. Glancing down, right at his name tag, you zero in onto the neat print.

Kim Woonhak. Huh. You've heard of the name before—on the ballot, on the whispers that trailed through orientation week. Something about him being the wildcard pick, the kind of guy who ran for council because, quote, he was bored and liked arguing. You didn’t really expect him to be this… infuriating in person. Or this confident.

Either way, all you knew was that he’s wrong. Loudly, confidently wrong.

He leans back in his chair like he owns the room. Like he chose to be annoying today.

You don’t speak right away. You just stare right at him, unyielding to his sly smirk, expression neutral, but you could feel it. You may not be able to name it for now, but the others were quick to notice how the air crackles with something unmistakable: deep, instant resentment.

Jimin, the student council president, doesn’t even glance up from her tablet. “If one of you commits murder before homecoming, I’m not filling out the forms.”

Eunchae looks like she might spontaneously combust.

The treasurer’s eyes dart nervously between you and the co-design chair, like she’s watching two ticking time bombs edge closer to each other. She sends a silent SOS across the table to Yuna, who meets her gaze, raises her smoothie in a mock toast, and mouths oh my god before taking a dramatic sip like it’s the juiciest drama she’s seen all week. That says a lot already, as the red-haired secretary has always made a point to know everything about everyone in your school.

To your right, Jungwon shifts slightly—barely—but it’s enough. He tilts his head, eyes narrowing just a fraction as he flicks a glance from the smug expression on Woonhak's face to your ever-stiffening posture. A single brow rises. Not a word, but the message lands loud and clear: this is bad.

Anton exhales through his nose like he was an exhausted professor grading failing essays. His pen scratches against paper, and whatever he’s writing carries the weight of someone deeply questioning their life choices. Possibly: transfer schools?

Meanwhile, across the table, the energy couldn’t be more different.

“Ten minutes,” Jaehyun mutters with a lopsided grin, pulling a water bottle from his bag and nudging it across the table like a peace offering—or a warning—to Sungho.

The vice president takes it wordlessly and unscrews the cap of the water bottle, downing half of it in one go. His hand trembles slightly. Jaehyun hands him another for backup.

Taesan (or to the rest of the student body, Han Dong-min) leans so far back in his chair it creaks ominously, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold like it’s a courtroom drama and he already knows who’s guilty. Riwoo leans in to whisper something under his breath—whatever it is, it makes Leehan snort before quickly covering it with a cough and a fake adjustment of his collar.

This isn’t a meeting anymore. It was a show. And the kicker? No one really gave them a program. No one warned them that Kim Woonhak’s favorite pastime is poking at anything tightly wound, and no one bothered to mention that you might just snap back like a mousetrap dipped in glitter and everything nice.

The tension in the room stretches—taut and waiting—then, complete stillness. Just half a second of silence too long, the kind that hangs in the air like a held breath. Thick. Brittle. Charged.

You break it first.

“Do you have a design degree I should know about?” you ask again, coolly.

“No, but I have eyes,” Woonhak replies, gesturing broadly to the poster mock-up presented on the TV screen at the front of the room like it's obvious. “It’s readable. That’s what matters. No one cares about your weird vendetta against fonts.”

“It’s not a vendetta,” you say incredulously, like the insinuation was comparable to a personal transgression. “It’s basic visual standards. And I’m not going to let the first event of the year look like a group of six-year-olds made it in Paint.”

“You’d be lucky if six-year-olds came,” he fires back. “People are already bored to death of the council. Let it be fun for once.”

“I’d rather it be respected.”

“Well, it’s not,” he says with a shrug. “Might as well lean in.”

Your jaw tightens. You don't yell. You never yell. It's something that was as unnatural for you as aliens actually existing out in the outer space. Instead, you just look at him like you're filing a complaint with the universe. And in your head, the decision is already made.

You hate him.

Not disliked. Not “he’s annoying.” Not “he’s loud.” No—hate. Pure, clean, and abso-fucking-lute. The kind that settles into your spine and announces itself like a new tenant. This... this asshat, whoever he is, has just made your list. Not to mention, he's actually been awarded the rare honor of being the first one on it!

And Woonhak? He doesn’t think about you that intensely. Not yet, he thinks. You were uptight, sure. Probably a little high-strung. The kind of person who probably color-codes your sock drawer and speaks in bullet points (the latter, you actually don't do, the former... eh, depends on the mood). He doesn’t hate you. He just finds you deeply irritating. Like a glitch in his otherwise good mood.

Still, something about your reaction sticks. Something about the way you looked at him like he was beneath you. Like he was wasting oxygen. He bristles. He didn't like that. Not at all.

So, suddenly, it clicks. It’s not about the font anymore.

Jaehyun sighs as the argument loops into a second round—this time about layout spacing.

“This is gonna be a long year.”

[ A. NOTE ] ━━ okay OOPS i couldn't help myself, i added some tweets. ik i did keep saying that the prologue was going to be written, and i stuck to my word mostly considering how freaking long this is lmfaooo but yeah, i wanted to show their the friend groups' online dynamic. what do you guys think? let me know what you verdict is on this. i think y/n and woonhak are so adorable even while arguing. married couple vibes, anyone? no? okay. anyway, stay tuned for chapter 1!

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[redr0sewrites]

Can you write Vox x reader where like the reader just says like really unhinged things and just like vile things whenever they rage and stuff like the internet could be slow or smth and the reader is just like “IM GOING TO RIP OFF MY SKIN” idk man I’m kinda just self projecting rn like you can right anything with it tbh idk sorry for rambling anyway you don’t have to do this if you don’t wanna

THIS IS SO MEEEEE I LOVE THIS IDEA SM!!! sorry it took me a hot minute to reply to this i have over 70 hazbin hotel requests in my inbox 😭

🥀Cw: fluff, crack, silly vox

when he first met you, vox was charmed by your seemingly sweet nature- that is, until you were pissed

your unholy screech of how you were going to rip off your skin if he cut the wifi again was both endearing and confusing in his eyes

vox would just short circuit for a second, just blinking at you while he tries to process what you just said

once it clicks, he just starts giggling. vox very rarely genuinely laughs, most of his laughs are professional or part of the persona he adopts as the leader of vox enterprises, but when he's so shocked by what you just said, he can't control the booming laughter thay fills the room

he's wheezing and gasping, each barking laugh only pissing you off more

"what's so funny? if you keep laughing i am going to fucking break ur fingers like carrot sticks!" you snap, and vox only giggles harder

after a few seconds, you can't help but notice how adorable his laughter is, and soon you don't mind it as much

once you two are officially together, you notice how stressed vox often is, yet how he seems to visibly relax around you

the batshit crazy things you say, which normally disgusts other people, only seem to amuse him

its actually a wonderful dynamic because you bring some spontaneity and slight insanity into vox's otherwise irritating and depressing lifestyle, and vox balances out the crazy things you say and calms you down every time

you often find yourself searching for new phrases to baffle him with, and for new ways to make him laugh

after vox has a stressful day, he enjoys just listening to you ramble about the most insane things and adores hearing whatever fucked up saying you've adopted recently

vox notices himself beginning to copy your speech patterns. he only begins to realize when he slips in an exceptionally odd metaphor into a work meeting and everyone stares at him, yet his heart skips a beat at the thought

there's something so charming to him about the fact that he's adopting your mannerisms, and you truly make him laugh when no one else can

whenever another one of the vees pisses him off, he always comes to you for advice on incredibly deranged comebacks, and you never disappoint!

he's won multiple arguments by just repeating one of your fucked up sayings and the other vees being too lowkey shocked to disagree

vox LOVES IT when you diss people he hates, hearing you ramble some fucked up insults about alastor made him fall in love with you all over again

"that worm on a string fucked up karen cut bob looking ass- if i see him around here again im going to eat a fucking brick" *cue vox looking at you with the biggest heart eyes*

overall, you are both menaces, but you're menaces in love ♥️

vox lay with his head in your lap, the blue light of his screen illuminating the dim room as you rambled mindlessly about your day.

"and THEN, this fucking asshole tried to flirt with me! ME!! as if he doesn't know were dating! ugh, it makes me feel like i have an entire beehive living beneath my skin. i swear if he even looks at me again im going to lick wet cement i can NOT deal. how can you even work with him? he's such a fucking CREEP voxy, i'm going to cut off those ugly ass wings and shove them so far down his throat- hey, are you even listening?"

you look down to see vox half asleep, his eyelids drooping as his light dimmed. "keep talking.." he murmurs, looking up at you with a lazy smile on his face. "you're my favorite person t' listen to.."

i love the idea of vox with a partner who challenges his very idea of power. he clearly wraps himself in a sort of persona, surrounding himself with powerful people and acting like he's so serious and important. i love the idea of him falling in love with someone who can break down his walls in seconds, someone who can dismantle his entire bravado act and who allows him to truly be himself. this is such a wonderful prompt and i am eating this up. nonnie ur awesome!!!!

[blakeswritingimagines]

Yandere Alastor Vs Yandere Husk for a Human Darling

Alastor:

Alastor is a unique case of Yandere, to say the least. He's more old fashioned and more into psychological mind-games, teasing, and manipulating.

He'd probably treat his darling as a treasured possession, something to be pampered and protected, and he'd make sure to keep a close eye on you at all times.

He's quite possessive, and would get very easily irritated and even aggressive if anyone tries to approach his darling.

He'll also put a lot of effort to make sure that his darling is entirely, completely, utterly and obsessively obsessed with him and him only as well.

He'll probably try to cut you off from any and all human contact, so it'll be him and him only. He'd shower you with gifts and affection, but you'll be expected to return it, and to do anything he tells you to do. He'll make sure to manipulate you into depending only his him, until you're completely dependent to him and his presence alone.

Husk:

He's possessive, but also really sarcastic, apathetic, and kind of grouchy. He doesn't show his affection often and is very rude to everyone, especially the ones getting close to his darling. He's also really protective and won't allow anyone to touch his darling.

Husk is very clingy and will constantly want to be close to his darling, and sometimes just watches them sleep or do their normal human routine. He gets extremely jealous whenever other people interact with his darling and will snap at them.

He's also a massive tsundere and uses a lot of sarcasm to mask his emotions. He also tries to push off any kind of affection his darling would try to show toward him unless you're both alone.

He tends not to open up and express his feelings too often, but he's affectionate in his own way. He likes doing magic tricks in front of his darling, mostly to cheer you up and get you to laugh, and he secretly loves head pats.

He also likes doing little things for his darling, like cleaning up around the house or buying their favorite candy without them having to ask. And even if he doesn't show it, he cares deeply about his darling and is fiercely loyal to them.

Alastor Vs Husk:

Alastor and Husk would probably be very close, though there'd definitely be some tension between them, since they both want the same darling. Alastor wouldn't want to share his darling with anyone, and Husk wants you for himself.

Husk would try to court you in secret, but Alastor would probably catch on very soon. Alastor would likely be incredibly jealous, and would likely try to sabotage any interactions you have with Husk. If possible, Alastor would try to eliminate Husk for good.

If he finds out that you had feelings for Husk as well, he'd probably become very aggressive and will do whatever it takes to keep you apart. Alastor would do anything in his power to keep his darling for himself, no matter what. He'd rather lose you to death than let anyone else have you.

Their jealousy is quite intense, and likely become more possessive and obsessive over you to an alarming level. If you actually show feelings for the other, Alastor and Husk would likely snap and become very dangerous.

Yandere Husk and Yandere Alastor fighting over the human darling would be a sight to behold. Husk, who's normally grumpy and apathetic, would suddenly become hyper-possessive and protective of the human, while Alastor, who's usually charming and charismatic, would turn into a raging psychopath at the thought of someone else having his darling. There would be intense glares, possessive touches, and possessive words thrown back and forth between the two of them, with both of them refusing to give you up. Alastor and Husk are sitting in the lounge of the Hazbin Hotel. They're both attempting to seem relaxed, but you can tell something's not right between them. Husk looks tense while Alastor seems to be getting more and more annoyed. "Husker, you really need to learn your place. It's becoming quite tiresome." Husk scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Oh shut it, you damn deer. Not all of us can be as stuck up as you are. I have my own feelings."

Alastor's smile tightens a bit at Husk's words. "Your 'feelings' are irrelevant, Husker. You are a cat demon, with a penchant for alcohol and gambling. You know full well that this human is mine." "You don't own them, you radio freak. And you need to quit acting like you have some kind of power over me." Husk stands up to Alastor, showing defiance. "They can decide for themselves who they want to be with, and I know for a fact they don't want you! You're just a pompous prick who thinks the entire world revolves around you!" Alastor's eyes darken at that, his tone going sharp. "Is that so, Husker? You really think you have a chance with the human, huh?" He laughs, the sound sharp and cold. "You really think they would choose a drunken, washed up has-been like yourself over me?" Husk's eyes narrow and his ears flatten against his head. "You think you're so great just because you're good at putting up a show. But let me tell you something, this human is way smarter than that. I don't doubt for a second that they'd pick me over you in a heartbeat if they really knew the two of us."

Alastor's smile falters at that, his eyes narrowing right back. "Oh, really? And what makes you think they'd choose you over me? You're nothing but a low-life drunk cat and I am the Radio Demon. They're smart enough to know who's the better choice." Husk let out a scoff and rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah, because they'd just love to be trapped in a one-sided relationship with a selfish bastard like you. I've seen how you treat them, and let me tell you, it's not like you actually care about them. You just see them as another thing to add to your collection of trophies." Alastor's eyes harden at that, his smile twitching. "You know nothing, Husker. Not a damn thing. I care about them far more than you could ever imagine. They're not some prize to be won, they're a goddamn treasure. I'll treat them far better than you're even capable of, you drunken lout." Husk's patience finally snaps as he slams his glass down on the table, the sound of shattering glass echoing through the room. "You think you're so goddamn special, don't you? You think you can just come in here and take them away from me like they're some kind of property! Well let me tell you something, radio boy. I'm not letting you have them. They're mine, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure they stay by my side. You understand me?"

Husk lunges towards Alastor, grabbing him by the lapels of his coat and pinning him against the wall. "You don't know anything about me, you bastard! You have no idea what I'm capable of! You just want them because you think they're something shiny and new to play with! I bet you don't even really care about them at all! You're just a selfish, lying demon who only cares about himself!" Alastor's eyes widen for a moment, caught off guard by Husk's sudden aggression. But his expression quickly hardens into something dark and dangerous. He grabs Husk's wrists and slams him back against the wall with a thud. "Watch your tongue, you worthless feline. Do not presume to know anything about me or my feelings. I care a great deal about that human, far more than you could ever understand. They are mine, and I will not let anyone, especially not some drunken loser like you, get in my way." Husk's eyes flash with anger as he continues to struggle against Alastor's grip. "You don't own them! They're not some possession to be claimed! And you don't know a damn thing about caring for someone! All you know is manipulation and control! You're just a sick, twisted bastard who only wants to hold them down and keep them under your control! Well, newsflash, radio boy. They're not going to put up with that bullshit. They're smarter than that. They'll eventually see who the real enemy is."

Alastor's grip on Husk's wrists tightens to the point of being painful, his expression going completely dark. "Don't you dare speak to me like that. Don't you dare presume to know anything about me, or about them. I'll do whatever it takes to keep them by my side, and if that means controlling them, then so be it. They're mine, and mine alone. No one else can have them. You'd do well to remember that, you worthless animal." Husk sneers at Alastor, his eyes narrowing as he tries to pull himself free. Alastor just tightens his grip on his wrists, his own expression hardening. "You're nothing but a nuisance, Husker. A worthless, drunken nuisance that I should have gotten rid of years ago." Husk growls, baring his fangs. "Oh yeah? And what's stopping you, radio freak? You're all talk and no action. You're not special, and you're certainly not good enough for them." Alastor's smile grows wider at that, his eyes narrowing as he leans in closer to Husk. "I could destroy you in a heartbeat if I wanted to, Husker. Believe me, I've been holding back for quite some time. But now…now you've gone too far. You've insulted me, you've insulted them, and you've gotten in my way. That I can't allow."

Husk struggles against Alastor's grip, his anger rising to the surface. "You think you're so tough? You're just a fancy-talking bastard that would rather play games. I'm not afraid of you, radio boy. And I'm not gonna let you take them away from me. I'm not gonna let you control them like you do everything else in this damn hotel." He bares his fangs again, his tail lashing in agitation. Alastor's grip on Husk's wrists tightens even further, his fingers digging into the flesh. He laughs, a cold, cruel sound. "Oh my, you really are feisty today. But let me remind you of something, my dear Husker. In the end, I always get what I want. And I want them. You can't stop me, and even if you tried, I'd reduce you to nothing but a stain on the floor." He leans in even closer, his smile almost predatory. Husk suddenly breaks free from Alastor's grasp and lunges towards him, knocking them both to the ground. Alastor's eyes widen for a split second before narrowing in anger. The two of them roll around on the ground, trading blows and grappling roughly. Husk has his teeth bared in a feral snarl while Alastor's usually cheerful expression has turned into a vicious sneer. Alastor quickly regains his composure and manages to roll on top of Husk, pinning him to the ground with a thud. He wraps a hand around Husk's throat, squeezing just hard enough to make it difficult for him to breathe. "You really thought you had a chance, you useless cat? You're nothing but a nuisance, and now you've gone and made things far worse for yourself."

Husk gasps for air, struggling desperately to free himself from Alastor's grip. He claws at his wrists, trying to loosen his grip, but to no avail. Alastor's grip remains strong as he pins him down, a cruel glint in his eyes. "You honestly thought you could defeat me, you foolish creature? You're nothing but a drunken, hopeless soul. And now you're at my mercy." Husk tries to say something, but it comes out as a strangled cough. His eyes are wide with panic as he struggles to breathe. Alastor's grip gets tighter, his fingers digging into Husk's flesh. "You're weak. You're pathetic. And you're nothing but a hindrance to me. But don't worry, I'll make sure your suffering is quick, and your death is painless." Husk's heart is pounding in his chest as he continues to struggle against Alastor, his fear and panic starting to overtake him. His vision starts to blur at the edges, his body thrashing weakly. Alastor's grip stays tight, his eyes cold and distant. "You're done, Husker. You're a waste of space, and I won't let you get in my way any longer. I'll remove you from the equation, and I'll take what's mine." Husk's vision starts to fade to black as the pain and lack of air make him unable to fight back any longer. His body goes slack under Alastor's grip, and he looks up at him, his eyes wide and pleading. Alastor's eyes flicker over him, something almost like satisfaction in them as he starts to let go. "Good boy. Just shut up and stay down."

As Alastor starts to loosen his grip, Husk suddenly lurches upwards, his eyes filled with a wild, feral look. He claws desperately at Alastor's arm, cutting through fabric and flesh alike as he tries to break free. Blood starts to trickle from Alastor's arm as he hisses in pain. Alastor's eyes widened as Husk lunges upward, his claws ripping into his flesh. He hisses in pain, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden change in Husk's demeanor. He momentarily loses his grip, giving Husk just enough freedom to twist one of his wrists free. Husk quickly seizes the opportunity, using his newly released arm to shove Alastor off him. He scrambles to his feet, his chest heaving as he takes in deep, ragged breaths of air. His eyes were still wild and feral as he growled at Alastor, his stance low and warning. Alastor tumbles backwards, landing on the ground with a thud. He quickly regains his composure, brushing himself off as he eyes Husk warily. A thin stream of blood trickles from his wounded arm, staining his usually pristine clothes. He sneers at Husk, his expression hardening. "You're far more troublesome than I gave you credit for, Husker." Husk lets out a low, guttural growl, his gaze never leaving Alastor. "You thought you could just get rid of me like I'm nothing? You thought I would just lay down and let you take what's mine?" He takes a step forward, his muscles tense and ready for another attack. "No way in hell."

[bluntsandcigs]

ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

“𝐈’𝐦 breaking up with you”

Your boyfriend, for better or worse, was the love of your life and it was a fact that you sometimes lamented in moments when he was being especially insufferable. While certainly not without his good qualities, he had a list a mile long full of traits which often made you want to lob a pillow at his head, regardless of his Infinity. His tendency to be the world’s greatest troll was very high on the aforementioned list and he wielded his devious side with all the wicked glee of a well-seasoned trickster. You supposed being his girlfriend and thus someone he was exceedingly fond of meant you probably got off easy where his pranks were concerned. You’d met the likes of Utahime and Kento on occasion and both seemed perpetually prepared to kill him with lethal stares alone. You, on the other hand, despite often putting up with his nonsense were lucky enough to also be on the receiving side of his best side. With you he was thoughtful, funny, incredibly charming, and intensely dedicated to ensuring that you were constantly having the best sex of your life.

You loved him deeply and dearly.

But, you were also debating throwing him right out of your apartment in what little he was wearing.

Despite your claim that you were leaving him, Gojo’s smug grin remained steadfast and he made not even the slightest attempt to waylay your obvious annoyance with some of the sweeter playfulness you adored. He appeared to be delighted by the deadpanned irritation in your voice and plastered on your unsmiling face, his objective to vex you succeeding spectacularly. Glancing to your left, towards the small shelf of decorative knickknacks you kept there, you debated grabbing the first plush toy you could get your hands on just to chuck it right at him. Unfortunately, Gojo knew you too well and he tutted in response to your obvious considerations.

“Now, now, you can’t possibly be mad at me, can you? I’m only giving you what you said you wanted.”

“This is so not what I meant.”

Gojo, despite coming off as regularly lackadaisical missed very little and he’d been damn well privy to every single instance over the past year where you’d mused over your desire for a cat. Your love of animals, particularly those prone to purring and pouncing, was no big secret. The countless cat videos you’d cooed over and feline plush dolls that decorated your bedroom broadcast your love of the whiskered creatures just as clearly as your words did. He knew, damn well, that you’d been growing more and more keen on the idea of adopting a sweet little kitty of your very own. When he’d responded to your last remark towards future pet ownership with a grin and a none-too-covert comment that you might soon find yourself with a surprise over the next few days, you’d been giddy with anticipation. When he’d go through with it and what sort of cat he’d adopt in ‘secret’ had kept you on gleeful pins and needles for close to a week.

Now, as you stared at your almost naked boyfriend where he’d perched himself on your bed, you wished you hadn’t dedicated a single iota towards being excited.

“You said you wanted a cat, didn’t you? I thought this was what you meant.”

Glowering and well aware that he was feigning obvious ignorance, the fucking troll, you watched as Gojo adjusted his sultry pose for one that had his ass arching up for a better glimpse of the cat tail attached to the back of his underwear. It and the ears he’d fastened to his head with a well-placed headband were as black as you’d suddenly decided his soul was.

“Come on, babe. I had to give my girl the best of the best and you can’t deny that there’s no cuter kitty out there than yours truly.”

His grin stretched wider still and he made a sound deceptively close to an actual purr, the noise nearer to seduction than adoring affection. You were resolved to be unmoved by what you knew was an attempt to turn you on, turning towards the doorway which would lead you back into the living room.

“If I leave now I can probably get to an animal shelter before it closes.”

“Aw, you’re really leaving?”

He sounded genuinely pouty and disappointed and you were resolute about not caring in the slightest.

“Would I have been more convincing if I’d gone the tail butt plug route instead?”

The comment almost stalled you, because damn if that particular idea didn’t boast some level of promise, but you refused to be moved. At least not so easily. You took a step and stilled before you could take another, Gojo at your back so lightning fast you hadn’t even registered his movements until you felt the rush of air which signified them. He wrapped his arms solidly around your waist, nuzzling his face against the curve of your neck with an almost comical mimic of a cat’s meow. It would’ve maybe be a little cute if it wasn’t so infuriating, but it was definitely amusing and you bit back a tiny chortle of laughter with all the willpower you could muster. If he was going to be a goddamn menace then you weren’t about to make things easy for him.

“You don’t think I make a good kitty?”

“No. You make a good clown, though. Truly world-class on that front.”

“Ouch! I can’t believe my mistress is so cruel! Especially when I was so ready to give her all the cuddles!”

Anyone else probably would’ve been embarrassed to act so cutesy and forlorn, playing up the role of disappointed house pet, but shame was one trait Gojo had never gotten any real hang of. The man had enough cockiness to walk totally starkers through Roppongi without so much of a chance of blushing, so acting ridiculous behind closed doors was well within his comfort wheelhouse. Sometimes you wished you had even a drop of that kind of unflappable confidence.

“I doubt your type of cuddles is the kind I was hoping for, Satoru,” you grumbled, waiting patiently for him to just let the damn joke die already.

“Oh?”

You knew he was grinning even with the lack of seeing it, the wide spread of annoyingly kissable lips sure to be revealing those perfectly pearly whites of his. You felt teeth grazing your neck, a subtle scrap that settled into the tiniest nip where your pulse throbbed with a quiet drumming beneath your skin. His long fingers stretched and spread across your hips, pinkie fingers curling around the front belt loops of your jeans.

“What if I was gonna give you whatever cuddles you wanted? However you wanted them? What about that then, hmmm? Would that make me a good kitty? Would it make you wanna keep me?”

Gojo’s hips shimmied from side to side and you weren’t entirely positive if it was his attempt at making his tail sway or a not even remotely subtle effort to grind his cock against your ass. Knowing him, it had to be a little bit of both and feeling how hard he already was, as if he’d been eagerly anticipating the satisfaction of his cat boy fantasies, made it harder to deny him out of spite. You were annoyed for sure and never very keen to give him precisely what he wanted when he was being a pain in the ass, but Gojo was also stupidly good at making you cum. His talents in the bedroom were almost ludicrous in their effectiveness and if he was exceptionally game to give you precisely what you wanted, at least in a sexual respect, it wasn’t exactly easy to refute the possibilities.

He rumbled out another mockery of a purr and dragged his tongue across the sensitive skin of your neck, wet and smooth instead of at all scratchy like a real cat’s would have been. Perfect for making you feel good and curse your weak resolve, but you already felt wet just from thinking about how satisfied you’d be in the next few minutes if you relented.

“If you let me, I can eat your pussy so good you probably won’t even be mad at me anymore.”

“Wouldn’t eating my pussy technically count as some kind of cannibalism right now?” you asked him ruefully and you were rewarded with a delighted snicker in response, Gojo’s arms hugging you tighter.

“Oh, this kitty right here is keeping you. All mine. Can’t get rid of me no matter how bad you try.”

It gave you butterflies every time he said things like that, made little comments to suggest that for all his flightiness and reputation for being a player, he wanted to try for something more permanent with you. He may have been playing and playful, his default setting most days it seemed, but the words made your heart soar even so. The annoyance you felt from discovering his devious little prank hadn’t exactly fled in the wake of your affection, but it was tempered by it to some extent. If you were giving in to his hopes, you were giving in to them exactly the way you wanted and you weren’t about to let your obnoxious cat boy get away with his mischief entirely.

You shifted and turned, moving around in the cradle of Gojo’s arms to face him, mirroring the wicked glee on his face as your hand sandwiched itself in the space between your body and his. His brows shot up high, the shades he wore shifting down the slope of his nose just enough to give you a hint of the mesmerizing blue behind them. However, he looked quite pleased by the feel of your fingers squeezing around his cock. He was warm, even through the material of his underwear, and it was all too easy to map out the exact shape of his length with the cloth barrier in your way. You tried not to shiver just from feeling him, well-versed in how thick and long he was, the fullness that came with his erection sliding home inside your body an aching feeling you welcomed once you’d gotten used to it. That sensation was as dear to you as how honest Gojo’s reactions always were, nothing of his pleasure ever restrained or held back and it was as true in that moment as it had been since your first time together. Gojo’s smile grew wider and he let out a truly arousing groan as your palm rubbed against his shaft, fingers promising more.

“That can’t be all. Come on now,” you cooed, stealing a kiss from his lips and tasting the strawberry flavor of his chapstick. “Be a good kitty and let me know how good this feels.”

The band of his underwear stretched against the back of your wrist once you pressed your hand inside, fingers wrapped in a tight fist just beneath the tip of his cock, already leaking for you. It pleased you to feel his precum there, provided the slightest bit of slickness to help you roll your hand down his erection all the way to the base and lower, cupping his sac with a gentle squeeze that had Satoru’s hips bucking. The pressure made his dick weep further, smoothing out your strokes and providing you with what you needed to pump your hand over him in slippery glides he so clearly loved. Satoru mumbled your name, the smugness of his countenance wavering before the mounting pleasure. Those beautiful blue eyes of his fluttered closed, snowy lashes close to his cheeks, and seeing his mouth drop open for every sound of sensual delight was an utter joy. You loved it when you had him right where you wanted him, when just the feel of your hands coming together to work his shaft could make his thighs tremble. Your boyfriend may have been an incorrigible mischief maker who did so love to turn you into a soaking mess, but he could sometimes be so desperate for your touch.

Eager and greedy and all for you.

You needed more.

“Noooo!”

He outright whined when your hands left his dick, the length of it visibly throbbing with his yearning. His neediness was adorable with those cute little cat ears on his head and inwardly you considered how much better he’d look with the additional of a little bell collar, wondering if he might be into that in the future. Knowing Satoru and his never-failing interest in all sorts of sexual experimentation, he likely would’ve been thrilled by the idea.

“Don’t pout.”

You tried to kiss the look off his face, but it remained, Satoru steadfast and resolute to look as adorably put off as he could. When your fingers moved from his body to your own, tugging the shirt off your body with a notable urgency, his expression swiftly morphed into one that was greatly intrigued. Dissatisfaction was replaced with delight as his eyes raked so longingly over your half-naked frame, tongue working across his lips like someone had waved his favorite snack before his face the second your bra hit the floor. Teeth clamped down lightly on soft lips, Satoru shimmying his hips to sway his little tail as if to suggest that the sight of you briefly rubbing your nipples might be enough to make him pounce.

Like you were a mouse, his chosen prey.

You were no such thing and you lightly pushed at his chest to make him back away, give you room to lower your body down onto your knees. You pinched your nipples, peaks tight and providing the softest zing of pleasure through your breasts, smirking as you angled your chest towards him. His eyes widened and his smile was one of unadulterated excitement, a shaky exhale marking his happiness as his cock settled against the valley between your breasts. His hips moved, hands bracing against the wall behind you so he could thrust his slick erection through the soft crevice you’d provided him, his gaze enraptured by the view. He was long, just long enough that you could bend your head to tease the tip of his dick each time it drifted upwards, a thick weight nestled between the softness of your tits. The taste of him was warm and a little salty on your tongue, but you always found yourself wanting more, relishing each chance to caress the smooth head of his cock with a hurried swirl of your tongue.

“Feels so fucking good. Your pretty tits and that sweet little tongue on my cock. Can never get enough of this.”

“Wanna keep going then, Satoru? Wanna keep going until you’ve got my chest all covered in your cum?”

His hips shuddered, briefly angling towards a few faster thrusts through the warm cradle of your breasts. Gojo’s head shook, shades going further askew upon his face until he finally tossed them aside, unconcerned with anything other than his pleasure to care if they ended up broken on the floor. It was you that he treated with more care, freeing himself from the building ecstasy you’d been giving him to lift you into his arms, transporting you to the cushioned softness of your bed in seconds. He moved so fast you felt temporarily dizzy, but not so terribly that you missed how desperately he removed your jeans and panties, stripping you in a panting frenzy of need. It didn’t feel as if anything had been torn, no sounds of ripped denim stitching reaching your ears, but you knew that he could’ve destroyed your remaining clothing with ease had he wanted to. Gojo rather liked proving how easily he could rend fabric of all types from your frame and he’d been a fan of making buttons fly until you’d start grousing about having to mend or buy new clothes whenever the two of you felt horny. His restraint in that respect was surprising given how eager he happened to be. Gojo didn’t often put so swift a stop to foreplay, especially not whenever you had his cock nestled so pretty between your tits. He must have been waiting for you to come home for even longer than you’d anticipated for him to be so excessively keyed up.

“Impatient, are we, kitty?” you asked him, trying with your all not to sound breathless in your own state of anticipatory need.

“Say that like your cunt isn’t all juicy and ready for me.”

A gaze painted even clearer than sky blue roved with heated, covetous delight over the glistening wet of your pussy, lips pulled towards smug as he held your legs aloft, apart. Denying that you were exceedingly turned on would’ve been a bold-faced lie with the proof that you were lusting hard for your boyfriend right there before his eyes. It couldn’t stop you shrugging your shoulders, lifting your arms up above your head to present a picture of relaxation as well as readiness, fixing him with a smirk that beamed pride. Gojo’s plan could have been to seduce you all along, at least after he’d finished being a Special Grade pest yet he’d been just as seduced himself. He may have had all his ideas lined up like dominoes ready to be knocked down in a precise order, but his cock was flushed and hard where it came to rest against your folds. The tip still leaked with the evidence of how overcome he was by his need to have you, drips of heated precum dotting the top of your pubic mound with just one throb from his erection. Whatever Gojo’s exact intentions must have been had flown entirely out the window and he was clearly as impatient to cum as you were. He was the world’s strongest sorcerer, but making him ache to have you without having to really try made you feel pretty damn powerful yourself. After how much he’d irked you a few minutes ago, you were rather grateful for the ego stroking.

“You want me just as bad.”

“Then do something about it.”

You presented your dare with a squeeze of your hand around the head of his cock, a warm grasp that he thrust his length towards and the gliding motion had his thickness sliding perfectly across your clit. Smile wavering with a moan, Gojo tugged your hand away from his dick and brought your palm to his mouth, kissing lightly and dragging his tongue over the light taste of himself on your skin. When he lowered your hand, it was to rest it beside its twin against the sheets, his eyes darting towards the sight of your fingers clutching tight to the bedding once he pressed your legs together. Your thighs formed a tight haven for his shaft, different and sweeter than fucking your tits because the added softness of your pussy was right there underneath. Sodden folds, swollen from the craving for him, rubbing along the underside of his cock to coat it in further slickness and it made the process of fucking his erection along your clit so much easier. It wasn’t the same as being inside you, as having him stretching you open until you swore you felt him touching deeper than anyone ever had, but it may as well have been heaven regardless.

“Satoru, that feels so good..”

“Feels so much better than good to me, baby,” Gojo huffed, barely holding on to his smile as he rolled his hips with a mix of mounting, pleasured desperation and controlled precision. “Don’t even have to be inside you to make us both feel good. Can make you cum so hard just from doing this.”

He was right, truthful, and you could feel how every stroke of his smooth cockhead brushing across your bud was pushing you towards a mounting bliss that would have the thighs pressed around his cock shaking in no time flat. He felt so hard and hot against you, the wet of your cunt audibly slickening his flesh further until the sound was deliciously close to the familiar cacophony that filled your bedroom whenever he was inside you. It was wonderful yet excruciating, fulfilling your needs while leaving you anxious for more, aware of the empty feeling inside you. Gojo would never leave you unsatisfied, because he never had, but the longer he thrust his way between your thighs, the deeper your wants became.

“You can. I know you can. But, fuck, Satoru, it’d be so good if you were inside me. Even better than this.”

Gojo’s groan said he knew, that he remembered how tight you were and how perfectly the squeeze of your inner walls always milked him dry. He seemed to struggle for a moment with keeping his eyes open, crystalline hue half-hidden by lowered lids as he stared down at the repeated peek of his cockhead questing forward through the crevice of your thighs. You glanced down to see it too, trembling with pleasure as you watched his tip rub and grind against your clit, bucking your hips up to ensure the pressure intensified. You moaned and it was a weak sound, an orgasm threatening to tear its way through you before long, leading your fingers from the sheets to your own chest, pinching your nipples. Gojo’s hips stuttered from the sight, his hooded glance drawn up your body and higher, locking on your face.

“Later,” he promised you finally, tone throaty and strained as groans pitched into near whines. “I’ll be inside you for as long as you want later. But..”

He smirked, like a devil with the face of an angel, dressed up in the cheap cat costume which had started it all.

“Kitty’s gotta mark you now.”

It should’ve made you cringe or laugh. It probably could have had you doing both at the same time, cheesy as the comment was. Especially with his eager thrusts shaking the cat ears on his head until the band holding them in place looked poised to fall right off. You just didn’t have it in you to care about the silliness or anything beyond the fact that he was making you cum, your throbbing clit and the unrelenting drag of his cock across it pulling an orgasm through your core before you could truly even prepare for the fall. Gojo didn’t have to be nestled deep to feel your climax overtaking you, seeing it before him in the sharp arch of your back and the kneading of your hands across your breasts hurriedly moving back to the sheets. You kept your eyes open in the thick of it, gazing up at your lover as he watched you come undone with parted lips, seeming hypnotized by the visage of your release before him. He didn’t blink, an almost ethereal vision made human by the way his own control faltered, broken and splintered by his own fall to ruin. Gojo’s cock pulsed against your puffy cunt and he cried out his satisfaction as it spilled across your belly and chest, haphazard lines as white as his hair marking your sweaty skin.

He turned his head, pressing his teeth into the side of one of your calves just hard enough to leave a mark, but it was difficult to even mind any hurt there could have been while the two of you came together. Sensations too good to be real burrowed beneath your skin, carried through the pit of your being to every part of it, and you let the ebb and flow persist for as long as it must, savoring the wonder of being brought to the edge so easily. It was always a marvel to you in the aftermath, as your latest orgasm slowly found its way towards softening, how successfully Gojo could please you and how much it could leave you craving more. Your body still shook, your pussy intensely soaked from how hard you’d just cum, but the aching he inspired in you lingered deep where you wanted him to be, almost enough to make you forget that you’d initially been cross with him.

Curse him and his magic dick and his stupidly pretty, wonderful face.

God, you were so in love with him.

The feeling appeared to be very mutual, broadcast like a song across airwaves and carried to you through the look he gave you once the messy pulsing of his spend finally halted. Gojo peered down at you with a smile, less smug and more sweet than you expected he would’ve easily let others see on him. He looked close to swooning, though he may have just been a little fuck drunk from his orgasm, yet you could see past the post-sex daze to glimpse the more that was written in those eyes of his. You weren’t always sure of it, battling with the perceptions of his reputation and your own insecurities, but the softness of how he looked at you was there, as sweet as the way he kissed you when he lowered your legs to lean down. Gojo stole as many kisses as he pleased, each one slow and savoring, lasting until he saw fit to nuzzle his face against your neck with a mimicked purr that had you hugging him with legs and arms alike. You petted the cat ears off his head, grazing your nails through snowy white locks to make him repeat the noise a second time. When it had you giggling, a sound he claimed numerous times to be his favorite, Gojo lifted his head to grin at you and he looked pleased with himself, victorious in a way that would’ve made you pinch him had you not felt so good just then.

“So, are you gonna keep me?”

“Hmmm..I dunno..”

“Seriously?! I made you cum in less than five minutes! That’s gotta be worthy of a forever home!”

“Yeah, maybe, but as far as pets go, you’re kind of a messy one, Satoru. I mean, just look.”

You gestured towards your chest with a hand, reminding him of the spill of cum he’d gotten all across your bare breasts and stomach, as well as his own now. Gojo looked temporarily pleased and more than a little aroused by the sight of his so recent release painting your body, but he let the delight fade into a mask of determination. He hopped off the bed, tucking himself back into his underwear, and he marched out of your bedroom with a purposeful stride that seemed less serious than he may have meant it to when he whistled along the way. The whiplash of his strange, mercurial moods had your head shaking, though not without affection, and you climbed off the bed to give your still tingling body a good stretch, heading towards your dresser for some pajamas to change into in the near future. Quite possibly after Gojo had fucked your brains out the way you were anticipating that he soon would.

The motions of your feet carrying you across the room stopped at the strange sounds you heard just beyond the open door, straining your ears to listen. Nearby in the bathroom, you could hear Gojo making shushing noises, talking in a low whisper you could catch without being quite able to discern the exact words he was saying. You looked around the room, spying his cellphone nestled atop your table along with his usual clothing. Who was he talking to?

When he returned to you, moistened washrag in hand, you noticed how he seemed to pointedly avoid your gaze while he set to work cleaning his cum from your body. The whistling which had gone with him out the room resumed, a little louder and appearing far more like a distraction than it should have.

“If you’re hiding another prank or something, I am officially going to cockblock you for the rest of the night. I mean it.”

“You’re an awfully suspicious woman.”

“I’m dating the trolliest troll to ever troll. I think I’m well within my right to be suspicious of whatever shenanigans you’ve got up your sleeve. So, come on. No more surprises, Satoru. What was with the whispering in the other room?”

Withholding his answer until he could finally see your brow beginning to pinch, waiting for the reaction of near annoyance he’d been hoping for like the wicked little shit he was, Gojo tossed the washrag into your dirty clothes hamper and strode out of the room again. Left standing there, questions unanswered, you fought not to simply follow him or start rubbing your temples, electing to just wait for whatever was coming next. Knowing Gojo, it could’ve been anything. Ferreting through drawers for something to change into since the possibility of further mischief had cooled your lingering arousal, you tugged on a long t-shirt as soon as you got your hands on one, rooting further to find a fresh pair of panties.

Gojo cleared his throat from the doorway, halting your quest prematurely, and the frustrated look on your face was gone the second you saw what he had held so gently in his large hands.

“Oh.”

“Yep,” he replied, massive smile beaming, happily smug from your shocked reaction. “Not what you were expecting at all, was it?”

He stroked one long finger underneath a tiny chin, the fluffy kitten in his hands purring from the attention and staring at you with the biggest blue eyes you’d ever seen, aside from your boyfriend’s. It looked like Gojo was cradling a living, breathing powder puff and you felt your heart threatening to absolutely burst at the view of such a precious creature just within reach. You wanted to ask him where and when he’d managed to find such a gorgeous cat, but your emotions were threatening to get the better of you, questions hard to manage when you were so happy.

“Satoru.”

“Hey, baby, don’t cry. This was suppose to be a good surprise. I mean, obviously not as good as me being dressed up all sexy, but still good, right?”

Gojo took a step forward and he extended his fuzzy surprise out to you in the clear hope that holding the kitten would make you smile again. You grinning through the tiny spill of tears that made your vision glossy and gingerly brought the tiny fur baby to your chest, trying not to squeal at how readily the kitty leaned into the cheek scritches you gave.

“No, it’s a really good surprise, Satoru. A happy cry kind of surprise, I promise.”

“Oh. Whew. Okay. That’s a relief. I don’t know what I’d have done if you suddenly decided to reject Satoru the Second.”

Purrs rumbled sweetly against your chest, a sound and sensation you’d been hoping to have in your life for months. It comforted you, elated you, and those feelings couldn’t be beaten by anything, not even the absurdity of the name your boyfriend had chosen.

“We’re definitely not naming him that.”

“We have to, though! He looks just like me! It only makes sense to name him after me!”

“Nope. Definitely not. I veto.”

“We could call him ‘Toru for short?”

“What about something cute? Like Pancake?”

“Okay, maybe you’re onto something, but if we’re going with naming him after something sweet, it at least ought to match how he looks. What about Mochi? Or Marshmallow?”

Gojo came closer, rambling off a list of dessert related names he felt might be suited to the ball of pure fluff that seemed completely content in your hands, like he knew he’d found his forever home with the two weird humans that surrounded him. Your boyfriend started petting the kitten’s head, showing his own immediate affection for the pet he’d been planning to gift you all along.

He may have taken a very roundabout way of revealing what he’d done for you, but in truth his methods hadn’t been all that bad. Gojo could be a menace in the best and worst ways. That much was a fact known to anybody who associated with him.

To you, however, he was the sweetest nuisance.

Silly cat boy costumes and all.

[ransprang]

thank you for your request @fantasyfictionfables <3

If anyone else wants personalised hcs this is our kofi

gale x fem!reader

sfw

How you met: You were in Baldur’s Gate, out on an evening walk in the town square when you saw a crowd of people gathering. Curious, you approached the group. It was a man, preaching about how great some new legislation was. He was confidently making baseless arguments (your least favourite kind) to a crowd who seemed very enthusiastic about his opinions. You disagreed but held your tongue and were about to leave when suddenly he called out, “It is a fact none among us can dispute! I invite you, good people if there are any here who can refute my words.” A bold claim, you thought to yourself and before you knew it you had joined him at the center of the crowd. You began to systematically, logically and with citations deconstruct his entire argument, pointing out every logical fallacy you found. By the end, the man had turned red, either with anger or embarrassment. Having finished your speech, you strutted away, leaving the man to try and recover the dwindling faith of the crowd. As you left, Gale approached you, saying he was impressed with your little speech. You both began discussing the topic, and charmed by your thoughts he decided to trust that the Weave had brought you two together for a reason and asked you out to dinner.

Gale could spend hours staring into your eyes, wondering at the mysteries which lie there, boundless as the mysteries of the weave. It would make him feel understood, as though before your gaze he could be fully and truly himself.

Gale, like you, is an open-minded and intellectual individual who holds more traditional values. He is the type of guy who would want to settle down with a wife and have a child or several. 

Gale and you share similar hobbies. Both of you could disappear for hours into a library. You both would walk in on a fine morning and only find each other at the closing time, breathless with arms full of books, eyes bright with excitement ready to discuss all the new things you had just read.

Gale would often show you magic tricks. On dates or even while doing simple chores, he would surprise you by learning mundane little tricks like pulling a penny out of your ear or making a deck of cards disappear.

Gale loves to hear himself talk so you would often hear him going on long, incredibly verbose tangents about topics that interest him. Your ability to speak up regardless of other people would balance out that tendency, and ensure that the both of you have a good time. 

Gale would love it when you would help him cook. He is often the one who ends up preparing meals for camp, and usually a prestidigitation cantrip suffices for the mundane work, he likes the ritual of cooking with you. Since your love language is acts of service, sometimes you surprise him by cooking his favourite meals. Regardless of the outcome, he appreciates the effort you put in.

Gale loves that you speak what’s on your mind when it comes to entertaining his random thoughts during the night. Like “Y/n, do you think the universe is infinite?” he loves staying up hearing your views, seeing how your logical mind works and of course sharing his own opinions. 

Faerûn is full of unexpected situations and problems which often require pragmatic solutions. Gale often asks for your advice and tries to devise solutions with you. The way you think makes him fall for you harder every time. 

If you try to comment on magic and sorcery however, Gale’s pride may come out with him trying to say that he understands the Weave better and so he can make a better judgment of the situation. Those moments would be the only ones where he may irritate you, but if you tell him he’d be more than willing to talk about it. 

n/sfw

Having been locked up in the tower for a long time Gale is insecure about his abilities to pleasure you in bed. He’d take the first few times of being intimate with you very slowly. He loves peeling off every layer of clothing, admiring every portion of skin being revealed to him. Your moans and roaming hands on his body make him grow confident over the days. 

When you tell Gale of your breeding kink his face turns red in embarrassment trying to process what you just said to him. He replies respectfully, “Oh my, I wasn’t expecting quite that to come out of your mouth. Don’t get me wrong, love, I’m glad you feel open enough to tell me about your needs. I just sometimes worry that I may not be able to satisfy you.” After a few moments he continues, “That being said, perhaps we should practice this kink of yours tonight? Hm?”

Gale would enjoy, changing pace from fast to slow and then pumping faster than ever again. He enjoys feeling you up and kissing your neck even when he simply wants to cum deep inside of you.

He would enjoy holding you by your hips and touching the curvature of your hourglass figure while grunting.

Gale would pull you to be on top of him while gripping your waist strongly and firmly as you ride him back and forth. He would enjoy taking in the sight of your beautiful physique.

He would slowly stroke your skin, and play with your hair while giving you soft kisses after cumming deep inside of you. His chest rising and falling against your skin, feeling the tickle of his chest hair. 

He would cup your breasts and squeeze them slightly while giving you a cute playful smile before leaning into a reassuring kiss.

Gale would astral project your favourite hangout spot after sex, and you both would sit on the comfort of your bed cuddled just chatting about a shared future.

Gale would light candles around the house and bring you your favourite snacks with water, with a big caring smile on his face after particularly rough sessions.

After lovemaking, Gale’s hazel eyes stare deep into your dark brown ones with a sweet smile on his face. He strokes your hair without breaking eye contact and imagines his future with you. Your eye contact doesn’t make him flinch at all, he feels comfort feeling that you can see his soul, hoping you also yearn for a future with him. 

yours soulfully,

admins sar, san & sav

[random-things-of-mine]

Confession

Priest Wally x GN Reader

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The sun was setting over the quaint little town, casting long shadows on the vibrantly painted houses. It was another day in Welcome Home, where smiles were wide and eyes bright, especially when they were focused on Priest, the ever-charming and charismatic leader of the town's oddly intense religious devotion to HOME.

Priest, with his pompadour perfectly coiffed and his yellow felt skin glowing in the waning light, stood near the town's central shrine, an imposing structure dedicated to HOME, the "benevolent" entity that everyone seemed to adore. Everyone, that is, except for the newest neighbor in town, Y/n.

The human, who had arrived in little town a few weeks ago, wasn't exactly keen on the whole cult thing. They were the type of person who valued their independence. This puppet, however, was relentless.

He had tried his best, in the most charming and subtle ways, to nudge them toward worshipping his god like the others, but they always had an excuse.

"Ah, Priest, you know. I would come to the prayer meeting, but I'm, uh... allergic to incense!"

"I've got to reorganize my sock drawer tonight. You know how it is, busy busy!"

"Sorry, Priest, but my cat doesn't like cults."

And these where just some of the things they once said, often wrinkling their nose dramatically.

Priest was used to people being eager to follow his every word, so Y/n's stubbornness was both irritating and... oddly intriguing.

Every time they deflected, he found himself both annoyed and strangely captivated. They weren't like the others, and that refusal to be a sheep in the flock set them apart in his mind.

One evening, as Y/n was walking down the street, likely on their way to avoid yet another prayer gathering like the plague, Priest intercepted them, blocking their path with his signature sunny smile.

"Neighbor!" Priest greeted in his usual singsong voice, hands clasped behind his back. "Have you reconsidered attending our evening service tonight? I'm sure HOME would love to have a new follower, and your presence would be just... delightful."

Y/n gave a weak smile, rubbing the back of their neck. "Ah, yeah, about that... I was actually just on my way to-"

But before they could finish their excuse, the towns leader smile faltered. His eyes, usually bright with fervor, dimmed for a moment as he let out a deep, weary sigh. Then, unexpectedly, he dropped the ever-charming persona, slumping his shoulders dramatically.

"You know what? Forget it." He muttered, running a hand through his pompadour as he leaned against the nearby fence. "I can't keep doing this."

They blinked, frozen in confusion. "Uh... doing what?"

"This!" Priest exclaimed, waving his hands toward the shrine in exasperation. "Running this cult, trying to get everyone to worship HOME all the time, keeping up the whole 'perfect leader' act! It's exhausting!"

Y/n stared, their mouth slightly open in shock. "Uh... okay? I mean, you don't have to-"

"I don't think you get it, Y/n." He interrupted, pacing now as he vented. "HOME is always hungry for more attention, more prayers, more sacrifices. It's like, I can't even have a day off. And the followers? Oh, don't get me started on them! They're all so willing, so easily led, like litteral little puppets—no offense." he added, gesturing to his own puppet self. "But you? You're not like them. You actually say 'no,' and it's... it's refreshing! But also incredibly annoying! Do you know how hard it is to convince you?"

They stood there, unsure of whether to be flattered or to make a run for it. "Uh, I can imagine?"

Priest threw his hands up. "And don't even get me started on the confessions! Day in and day out, I have to listen to every single villager confess their sins, and it's always the same thing! 'Oh Priest, I accidentally broke a plate today,' or 'Priest, I thought a bad thought about my neighbor.' It's like, who cares?! Can't someone have an interesting sin for once?"

...

...

Why is he venting to you. Go back to your church-

The human blinked again, trying to process this sudden and very bizarre venting session from the lunatic puppet, thinking of how to get out of here asap.

"Well, I mean, uh, running a cult sounds like a lot of work..."

"It is a lot of work!"

Priest Let out a enraged shout, stopping mid-pace to stare at Y/n with wide eyes, as if they had finally understood the burden he carried.

"You'd think being a cult leader would have its perks, but nooooo! It's just endless responsibilities! Sacrifices, ceremonies, pretending I know what HOME really wants, spoiler alert, I have no idea! I just keep throwing apples at the shrine and hoping for the best!"

Y/n took a step back, awkwardly glancing around, wondering if there was any immediate way to escape this conversation. "Wow, that sounds... rough. Maybe you should, like, take a break? Or delegate some of the work to someone else?"

Priest groaned dramatically, rubbing his temples. "I wish! But no one else can do it like I do. And I can't just stop, Y/n! HOME would be furious. And do you know what happens when he is furious? The walls start creaking, the doors slam, it's a whole thing. It's terrifying."

There was definitely some real fear in his voice but it was quickly masked with deep rooted resentment and tiredness.

Y/n's eyes widened. "Uh, yeah, that does sound terrifying..."

Priest leaned in closer, narrowing his eyes as he whispered conspiratorially. "And I'm pretty sure HOME watches me. All. The. Time."

Y/n swallowed nervously, glancing at the church. "Right... well, maybe-"

You could swear there was a large eye from the one of the windows glaring at you both.

Priest straightened up suddenly, brushing off his clothes and putting his cheerful smile back on as if the entire venting session had never happened. "Anyway! Enough about me! I suppose I've kept you long enough, dear neighbor. You should go rest up, and we'll talk more about HOME later, alright?"

Y/n blinked, completely thrown by the sudden switch. "Uh... yeah, sure. Later."

Priest smile brightened again as he waved. "Goodbye for now, Y/n! I'll see you at the next prayer session, whether you like it or not." He chuckled softly, but there was an edge to his words that sent a chill down their spine.

As they hurried away, eager to put some distance between themselves and the cult leader's erratic behavior, they couldn't help but glance back over their shoulder. He was still standing there, smiling warmly, but his eyes shimmered with something unreadable.

Y/n sighed, shaking their head. "I really need to find a new place to live... but dammit the rent is cheap here."

As they disappeared down the street, Priest smile never faltered, but his voice was soft, barely above a whisper as he watched them go.

"Until we meet again, dear neighbor. Until we meet again."

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[lostinforestbound]

It's finally here! I'm sorry it took me so long, with work and art projects I got completely swamped. But now it's here! I'm aware I'm posting this incredibly late so no one will see this until morning probably hahaha! Requested tag: @snoozeeebee

Rolan/M!Tiefling Tav

Third Time's the Charm - Ch.1

Rolan intends on doing great things when he finally gets to Baldur's Gate, but an utter idiot named Tav is distracting him. Unfortunately, against his better judgement, he's starting to fall for him.

Word Count: 5.9k (AO3)

Relevant Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rolan's POV, Makeout, No smut (yet) but it gets frisky, Slowburn

(If there's any tags I missed, please let me know!) NSFW, MDNI

They've been at this grove, stewing and waiting for too long. That Archdruid (Halsin was his name, he believes) might have been welcoming, but the other druids have not. Now he up and disappeared after he decided to follow a group of weak, loud, wannabe adventurers who were only out for themselves. When they cowered back inside the grove with less than half their group, he knew that this place was doomed. What's worse than all of that mess is that Lia is stubborn about leaving, and now they're in an argument again. They've been having them a lot in recent months, ever since the fall and rise of Elturel.

"-and all you care about is your stupid apprenticeship!" Lia shouts at him, his mind finally tuning back into the conversation- no, not a conversation, a damn shouting match.

Her words make him bristle and grind his teeth. How dare she? How dare she ever think this was all only for the apprenticeship? It's an insult to injury, knowing no matter what he does, trying to take care of them results in him being called selfish. What is selfish about wanting a better life for the three of them? They only have each other, their mother long gone. She's gone, and now he carries the sole responsibility of taking care of them.

She's gone.

"Take that back. Right now." He hisses, getting in her face as they glare each other down.

Cal immediately inserts himself in between the two of them, palms out in front of them both. "Can we all just take a moment? Please?"

Rolan idly notices the sweat gathering on Cal's temple as he pushes Lia back slightly by her shoulder, creating more space between all of them. He does the same to Rolan, but stays put in the middle to form a weak barrier- wait, who is that tiefling that approached? No, it doesn't matter.

"Hells, we can't just leave. They're kin!" Lia begs, almost pleading with him.

"I will not gamble our lives- our futures, on people who are as good as dead," He says somewhat calmly, though his tail still flicks behind him in irritation. "We must leave for Baldur's Gate at once."

Lia looks ready to bare her teeth at him, angry with him. She's always angry with him. "What's the point of blades and spells if we don't bloody use them?! We should stay! These people aren't fighters, we can help!"

"Or yell louder, that's fine too," Cal says with a familiar bitterness in his tone; gods, he hates that tone on Cal. He's been hearing it more often, these days.

"Have you forgotten Elturel?" A voice breaks through, and he finally acknowledges the presence beside them.

It's another tiefling, a much larger one at that. He's not part of the refugees, as he hasn't even seen him around until now. Did he just arrive here?

This one isn't that much taller than he is, only by a few inches; but hells, his mass absolutely dwarfs his own. A fighter most likely, or even worse, a barbarian. It doesn't matter which one he may be, he looks like an idiot that isn't worth his precious time.

"We should stand by our people. You know no one else will." He says lowly, giving a knowing look of both annoyance and sadness.

He loathes that look. He’s never wanted to blast someone more than in this moment. How dare he look at him as if he was some child throwing a tantrum?

"This isn't Elturel, and I'm not responsible for every damn tiefling in the world!" He exclaims, almost furious.

Lia pokes him harshly in the chest with her pointer finger, and he has to suppress a wince. "Just be responsible for yourself, then! We have to stay; it's the right thing to do."

He hates that fucking tiefling even more now. Not only has he butted into his family affairs, but now he turned his sister- Lia, even more against him. For once, why can't things go his way? Why do they not listen to him?

When did they stop listening to him?

"Zurgan. Fine! We'll stay. If we survive, it'll make for a good story, I suppose." He airs, rubbing a finger to his temple as he feels a headache form there.

For the first time in a long time, Lia gives him a genuine smile, putting a hand on his arm and squeezing. "Thank you, Rolan.” She says sincerely.

Cal now takes the calm moment to usher the two further into the grove, seeming to want to get away from the entranceway as soon as possible; for once, Rolan lets him. He doesn't pay any mind to the strange looks they get by going further into the grove with the other refugees, and he certainly doesn't pay any mind to the oaf of a tiefling that they left standing there by himself.

He decides he hates that man, and he pisses him off to no end.

"How long until Rolan shows off his Thunderwave?" Cal asks as they settle down near an old human woman's tent, who seems to be organizing some herbs in her storage crate. Something is off about her, but Rolan can’t put his finger on it. Either way, it doesn’t matter.

Lia snickers at that moment, crossing her arms over her chest. "Depends, how many people are dumb enough to ask?"

"Hah! True."

Rolan rolls his eyes, trying to dust off the dirt on his robes. He hates the smell of this damned grove, it stinks. Is he truly supposed to arrive to Lorroakan with his clothes smelling like this? He'll have to burn them, no question.

"Don't be grumpy, Rolan. We'll get to the city soon." Cal chirps, bumping his shoulder with his own.

"I am not grumpy."

"The scowl on your face would frighten a troll."

Despite the foul move he's in, he smiles at his little brother. "Heh. You're an idiot."

-----

It's been days, and that tiefling is still here.

He's heard about his many exploits; saving one of the children the druids held hostage, saving another orphan child from a group of relentless harpies, getting their money back from that tiefling brat with the eyepatch, and slaughtering Kagha. Emphasis on slaughtering.

When he came out of that grove where the ritual had stopped, he saw the amount of blood that was covering the large man. None of it was his own, he realized. The man barely had a scratch on him and seemed proud when exiting.

He caught himself staring at him many times, watching how the muscles stretched across his skin, seeing all the little imperfections. Scars, beauty spots, all the like. He internally curses himself and looks away when he feels his face growing hot.

Paying back attention to his siblings, he notices how Cal stares at the blacksmith across the way, rubbing his hands absentmindedly as he thinks of something.

"You shouldn't waste precious time on distractions. We need to head to Baldur's gate after this goblin fiasco is over." He remarks, getting up and brushing off dirt.

"Rolan." Lia warns, but he ignores her and walks away with a roll of his eyes. They need supplies, so he will go get them if they are too lazy to do so.

And, of course, the oaf is already buying them off of one of the druids. Damn it all!

"Need something?" He asks, inspecting him as if Rolan was much shorter than him.

He scoffs, even more irritated than he was originally, "I was in need of potions, but it seems you got them all already."

"What did you need?"

"It doesn't matter, you beat me to it!” He instinctively snaps, briefly pinching the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb. “Bloody health potions are so short of stock these days-"

Wordlessly, the man puts three large health potions into his arms, which, for once, renders Rolan speechless. He doesn’t even remember the original tangent he was about to go one. Something about price inflation, probably.

Staring down at the red potions in his arms, he snaps back into reality when he speaks again. "You three need it more than I do. I, at least, have a healer."

He sneers at him, gripping the potions tight. "So what, you look down on us?”

"Not at all."

"We are not charity cases,”He almost growls, baring his teeth. “What is your game here?"

"…Can I tell you a secret?"

Why is this his life? How did everything turn out this way? Why is he even entertaining this fool??

After a bit of contemplating his life choices, he finally responds. "What?"

The tiefling suddenly leans in to put his mouth near his ear, and gods he's so close. Tav was his name, wasn't it? He heard it in passing by one of his group mates. Balsam, rogue's morsel, and acorn truffle are what he smells on him, a strong scent that is surprisingly pleasant- gods, what is he thinking?! Feeling his face starting to heat up, he tries to take a step back, but Tav stills him with a hand on the back of his neck. It makes his breath catch in his throat.

Finally, Tav whispers to him, "I'm just being nice."

Tav pulls away, leaving Rolan completely dumbfounded as he continues. "I'm not trying to look down on you or be a pest, I just think you need the potions more than I do. Cause gods forbid these fucking druids try and help out people who need it." He spits with a roll of his eyes, staring directly at the Druid that was still besides them through this entire ordeal. He looks uncomfortable.

"Well, that is shockingly intelligent of you." He huffs, hoping the jab aggravated him. "Although, aren't you fighting a swarm of Goblins out there?"

"I am, but bold of you to assume they hit hard enough to hurt me." Before he could come up with another insult for his remark, Tav interjected. "Anyways, I have to return to my camp as it is getting late. Good luck to you and your siblings. Cal and Lia, right?"

He didn't have the chance to respond before the idiot sauntered off, back outside the grove. Great, now he's indebted to the bastard. Slowly, he stalks back into the grove, tying the potions to his belt as he does so.

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Some panic swept across the grove when people realized the goblin army planned to raid it for all it was worth. He's heard so many horror stories of slaughtered tieflings, their enemies sawing off their horns to keep as trophies or as foghorns.

If they think they could do the same to his family, they are sorely mistaken.

As others run and hide in Zevlor's war room, others stay to help fight, including himself. But, once again, the three of them can't stop arguing about their positions; he can tell Cal is getting pissed off, but so is he.

"I'm telling you to stay back. My Thunderwave will make short of any goblin that dares to come close. If you two are in the way, I'll knock you both over!"

"And I'm telling you to just get behind us! Spellcasters can't take a punch or a blade!" Lia shouts.

"Can we not argue over this? Please? How about we all line up together?"

"No." They both state and Cal immediately shuts up.

"Wow, you three must love each other very much." A familiar voice says sarcastically.

He grits his teeth and turns towards Tav. "Oh, piss off you oafish-"

"Wait! Wait, maybe Tav can help us out. Figure out positioning and whatnot?" Cal suggests quickly.

"Great idea Cal! Let's ask the professional harpy slayer."

Tav looks at them all, seeming to take in the equipment and weapons that they have on hand. In all honesty, Rolan didn't even think Tav could think.

Suddenly, Tav grabs Cal and moves him to the front, and in the next moment, he gently moves Lia to the back, leaving Rolan in the middle. "There. That's a good positioning."

"See? Easy!" Cal says cheerfully. "Now can we just-"

"Why can’t I be in the front with Cal?”

“Lia come on-“

“I want to be able to help out!”

Tav yawns briefly before explaining, "You will be helping, a lot. Both of you and Rolan are range users. You will hit goblins better by staying in the back where you'll be more effective. Cal here is in melee, with both a pike and a shield. He can protect you both and be your frontliner, while at the same time, you two cover his blind spot. Although, alternatively, you two could be next to each other, but stay behind him."

Rolan blinks slowly, processing the logic behind it. Damn it all, it's incredibly smart. Maybe Tav isn’t an idiot.

"There, good enough explanation?" He asks.

"It's great! Thank you, sincerely." Lia says, patting Tav's shoulder.

"…You're welcome." He pauses before putting a hand into his bag. "We'll kill those bastards out there, no doubt. But I would feel better if you all have this just in case."

Taking out a bright scroll, he holds it out to the three of them to take. Rolan instantly recognized it, especially with the unique binding on it.

A Resurrection Scroll.

Lia is the first to react and take it. "We won't need this, but thank you! Doesn't hurt to have a backup plan if things go wrong."

"I'll make sure it goes smoothly." He reassures, cracking his knuckles.

"What do you have planned, anyway?" Cal wonders aloud.

"I stole a bunch of smoke powder barrels in their camp and set them up along the perimeter. Anyways, they could be here any moment. Stay vigilant. If all goes super well, you won't even have to fight."

-----

They feel the explosions before they hear it. A deep rumbling in the ground that shakes them, awake and alert. There are so many of them that go off after the first one, like a domino effect. How many barrels could Tav have possibly gotten his hands on??

Unfortunately, those explosions didn’t stop a giant spider and some goblins from coming in.

Goblins were easy. He made quick work of them with his thunderwave, blasting them back into the stone wall. Though with his distraction of mentally stroking his own ego, he didn’t see the giant spider coming up until Cal quickly got to his side, blocking its oncoming fangs with his shield, the force of the bite splintering the wood.

His eyes widen, and he blasts a magic missile at the spider right as Lia shoots an arrow into one of its eyes. It screeches in pain, but it’s stubborn in its conviction. It lunges, and Cal cries out when it tears into his arm, trying to rip off his flesh.

Rolan shoots off another thunderwave in his anger and panic, killing the spider in an instant. He watches some of the legs get cut clean off, the body flying and crashing into some crates, destroying them, and its sickly green innards spilling onto the dirt floor. A disgusting sight, indeed.

“Cal!” Lia yells quickly, snapping Rolan back into reality and he quickly rushes over.

Cal is teary-eyed but tries to wave it off, even as Lia tries to get a better look. “I-I’m fine, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. Come here.” Rolan says maybe a little too harshly, making his brother sit down on a wayward crate and grabbing his elbow to hold it still.

“Rolan please-“

“You look close to crying! Just-“ He stops himself and takes a deep breath, eyes meeting his. “Let me help. Please.”

Cal sighs shakily but nods, letting his arm be lifted for him and Lia to see.

It’s a deep injury, but nothing deathly serious. It looks painful. The spider managed to inject some kind of poison, but Cal resisted whatever effect it could have taken.

Rolan takes out one of the health potions he’s received from Tav and carefully pours it over the injury, and it slowly seals the wound. No scar is left behind, surprisingly enough.

“Does it hurt?” Lia gently presses.

“Not anymore. Thanks, Rolan.”

He wants to yell at him so badly, the argument already bubbling up his throat. Why wasn’t he more careful? Why did he jump towards his side so quickly? He had it handled! He’s supposed to protect him, not the other way around.

Instead, he settles on, “You’re welcome.”

Knowing it’s safer, Cal leans against him quietly, and Rolan carefully holds him with Lia. It wasn’t even a close call, but it’s clear Cal needed some comfort.

No more enemies come through. There were no casualties, either.

Zevlor ends up making a speech at the gate when they check out the damage, and he’s sure others are inspired, but he’s barely paying attention to it. He doesn’t care, in all honestly. He wants to leave this fucking grove and never look back; it is by far the worst place they’ve ever stayed in, second to Avernus. Though, he might be being dramatic.

He found himself looking around for Tav, but he didn’t see him anywhere. Why was he looking for him, anyway?

When he finally spots him, he shouldn’t be shocked by the amount of gore he’s covered in, but he is. He’s completely drenched in blood, whether from the goblins or the Drow leading them. Some of it was his own since he spots injuries littering his frame. 

He shakes his head and straightens up, shifting his attention to his siblings and ignoring the warmth growing in his cheeks. “Now that this fiasco is over, we will head to Baldur’s Gate.”

“Are you serious Rolan?! Come on, there’s going to be a party!” Lia complains, bumping her hip with his. “We have to go.”

“We don’t have time for parties! Lorroakan is waiting for me, I cannot be late.”

“What’s one party, Rolan? It’s just for a night. We need to rest anyways.” Cal says, looking around the other excited tieflings. When was the last time they saw a crowd of them so happy? He certainly doesn't remember, and it makes his original conviction crack a little.

“I will not-“

Cal takes hold of one of his arms, tugging him. “Please, Rolan? Just for tonight.”

“There’ll be free wine, provided by the heroes.” Lia sing-songs, leaning against him and almost making him stumble.

“…Free wine?” He questions, genuinely thinking about it.

“And free food,” Cal confirms.

Gods, he hates the pathetic puppy-dog eyes that they use. He can’t stand to look at their faces, and he hates it even more that he's falling for it, just as he always has.

He sighs heavily in defeat, head hanging a little low. “Fine.”

“Yes!” Cal cheers, giving him a tight hug.

To his surprise, Lia joins in, the both of them crushing him. “Thank you, Rolan!”

He rolls his eyes but lets a smile break through, even when he can hardly breathe. “All this over a party?”

“It’ll be fun! You’ll see!”

He smirks knowingly, finally separating from the two. “All right all right, I trust that this will be an exceptional occasion. I look forward to seeing you say you love me while drunk, Lia.”

"As if, brother."

It doesn’t take long for Tav to offer up his area with his party members, so they gather with the Tieflings and head to the camp. It doesn’t look like much, but it’s secluded at least.

That bard, Alfira, starts decorating the place in an instant; lantern lights go up, colorful ribbons decorate the trees, and boxes get moved to the side. Others help out, including Lia, but Rolan and Cal sit back and relax for the time being.

When the party finally starts, they pass wine between the three of them.

“Can you give us a magic show, Master Rolan?” She teases.

Rolan rolls his eyes playfully. “Already?”

“Oh! Can you make an owl bear?? Or a dragon!” Cal suggests, scooting forward more on the log.

He stretches out his arms in front of him, cracking his knuckles while doing so. "Patience! Have you no respect for showmanship?"

"Having performance issues Rolan?" Cal whisper-shouts playfully, and Rolan idly notices Tav approaching.

He turns his nose up high momentarily before holding his hands out. "Hush, you. And behold!"

It's a brief performance, but amazing nonetheless if he says so himself. He makes it look like stars that spark, fly, and explode into various lights. He has always been irritated he could never make it last long, but that is what his training will be for.

He looks over at Tav as soon as he claps, seeing the way his eyes glide over the lights. His face doesn’t change in the slightest, so he can’t tell if his clapping is meant to be some sort of taunt or if he’s genuine.

Either way, he does a dramatic bow. "Adoring applause? You're too kind."

"Remember when he couldn't cast that?" Lia teases.

"They grow up so fast," Cal states.

"Never have I met such troglodytes. Now, pass the wine." Rolan demands, but a content smile is plastered on his face.

It seems Lia was about to offer Tav some of it, but when she and Rolan turn towards him, he’s already gone.

“Looks like he already got bored of you.” Lia sings to him.

“Oh hush up.” He huffs, snatching the wine bottle and taking a long drink.

He will never admit how much that comment stung. He doesn’t know why he was so bothered by it in the first place. There are many possibilities he goes over as he feels the alcohol give him a pleasant buzz; was it her wording, or was it the fact that Tav disappeared without a word? Did he get bored? 

Whatever, it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t care what that man thinks of him. He swears he doesn’t.

Later in the night, he drank- no, chugged wine while Cal and Lia chatted with the other tieflings partying. As much as he loved to perform for them both, even someone as great as he gets tired after using a bunch of magic in rapid succession. 

The wine wasn’t good; nothing compares to Arabellan Dry, but what else was there to drink? He refuses to partake in ale or beer, he never found the appeal of it. Honestly, it’s disgusting, and he doesn’t understand why Lia likes it so much. Cal seems to be looking for someone in particular but isn't finding them. He looks disappointed.

As he wonders about Cal and debates checking in on him, he doesn’t notice the brute approaching him until his giant form sits next to him with his own alcohol, the bark of the fallen tree groaning from the extra weight. He covers up how it startled him quickly, tilting his head up towards the brute with a bored expression.

“What do you want?”

“Nothing. I’m here to drink.” He says nonchalantly, sipping on the wine bottle. “Impressive display of magic earlier.”

His nose scrunches up, yellow eyes settling on his flaming ones with a glare. “Was that sarcasm?”

“No. Are you self-taught?”

Of all the things he expected tonight, it wasn’t this. Tav, a person who hits things and asks questions later, is curious about him? He wonders if he has an ulterior motive.

He pushes the thought to the back burner of his brain for now but approaches the conversation cautiously. “I am! And a man with many talents, may I add. I’m going straight to Baldur’s Gate to learn from the best: The Great Lorroakan.”

He sees the imposing Tiefling roll his eyes, putting his bottle down to stare out at the water surrounding the camp. Tav looks a little different, in the moonlight. Seeing him up close is a different experience entirely, and now he can see every little detail about him, including how he was shirtless-

Wait, did he just roll his eyes?

“What?” He demands, posture straightening as he grows defensive.

“Nothing. Just heard he’s a cad is all.” He mutters, deciding to pick the bottle back up and taking a long swig.

“Common gossip and rumors! He’s the greatest wizard in all of Baldur’s Gate. I’ve never imagined he would answer my letters.” He states with a happy sigh, idly swirling the liquid in his bottle. “I will become his apprentice as soon as I arrive. I cannot be late, yet Cal and Lia insist that this party is a wonderful idea. An adoring crowd, fine wine - I daresay this place is almost civilized.”

“Do you regret staying?”

“Of course I do. But Cal and Lia…” He trails off for only a moment but snaps back to it. “They deserve to have some fun for a little while. We’ll leave at dawn, either way.”

The Tiefling stares at him for a moment, seeming to be searching his face. For what, Rolan had no idea. Some kind of lie, perhaps?

“All right then. Good luck to you.” Tav eventually settles on.

“…That’s it??” He exasperates.

“If you’re looking for someone to argue with, find someone else.”

“You-“

“You talk too much.”

He settles a death glare on Tav's form. “Prick.”

Tav slowly looks at him with his own glare, determined to play his game. “Entitled fuck.”

“Dumb oaf.”

“Prickly bastard.”

They both stare each other down, faces too close but neither of them breaks their stare. He feels Tav's hot breath ghosting over his lips, and the tension could be cut with a knife.

“You’re insufferable.” Tav huffs, suddenly gripping Rolan’s jaw and kissing him firmly.

He moans in surprise at the force but isn’t against it. In fact, his face gets incredibly red before he remembers he can kiss back.

It’s not like this is his first kiss. He’s given and received kisses before, he’s not some kind of reserved prude. But this is the first one that’s so heavy. Hot. He’s completely out of practice and can do nothing but grip Tav's thicker forearm.

Something about being desirable to Tav makes him throb in his pants, though it also may be the way Tav's tongue is tracing his bottom lip, seeking entry.

Tav's free hand trails to his rear and squeezes, making him inhale sharply; a perfect opportunity for Tav to slide his tongue in to taste him. He knows he's losing his composure and by extension, himself, but what's the harm in indulging in this? It's pathetic, but he's never felt so desired up until this moment, even if this ends up being a fling.

Why did the thought of this being a fling make him feel hollow?

He pulls away to give himself space and to breathe, but Tav doesn't pause, kissing along his jaw and ear. "My tent is west of here if you're interested. No one will hear us."

He shudders at the feeling of sharp teeth grazing the edge of his ear, teasing and provoking. Swallowing, he nods, and Tav pulls him away from the party towards a more secluded part of the area. He hopes that Lia and Cal didn't see him, but they most likely did. He’ll never hear the end of it when he returns.

Almost clumsily, Rolan finds himself in Tav’s tent quickly after, their kissing getting more heated between them. It was a strange feeling, exchanging breaths with someone else, but it felt good. Better than he thought.

They settle down on the floor of the tent, him sitting in Tav’s lap as they continue their make-out. Their tongues dance almost…lovingly. No, he can’t be reading into it right. They barely know each other; he's overthinking again.

He feels his large hands attempting to find the hem of his robes, and he seems to find it quickly as if from experience. Fingers start to dance across the bare skin of his back, running up the ridges of his spine. He sighs out shakily, goosebumps prickling out as his tail anxiously flicks about. Nerves hit him like a loose carriage, fast and suddenly, settling into the pit of his stomach. He felt cold, heart racing a mile a minute.

Why? This was good. Everything was good. This was supposed to feel good.

Why isn’t it?

He’ll give it time. It’s normal to be nervous about this kind of thing, right? Most definitely his lack of experience is a contributor, and doesn’t he deserve this after all his hardship? What’s the harm in pleasure for at least a night.

He feels his back hit the bedroll, warm calloused hands trailing over to the front of his body instead. Their kisses were feverish, desperate, and pent-up. All Rolan could do was grip the bedding below him as nails teased the textured skin of his sternum, a hand rolling a nipple between two fingers.

Tav’s lips go to his neck, finger tips trailing teasingly down his stomach before he begins to palm at his crotch through his smalls-

He can’t do it.

A cold sweat beads on the back of Rolan’s neck, panic and bile rising in his throat as it closes. He can’t do it, and he quickly grabs Tav’s arm with a death grip with wide eyes. “W-Wait, stop!”

Tav immediately gets his hands off of him, giving him space to move. His head reels from the sudden adrenaline, but also because Tav’s stoic demeanor is no longer present, and the man genuinely looks concerned. Fearful, even. “Did I hurt you?”

“No! No.” He reassures quickly, but his vulnerable mind is scattered and unfocused as he sits up.

There’s so many reasons why he couldn’t do this, but he can’t pin one down. Surely, Tav deserves an explanation, so he rushes to think of one.

It’s too soon, he hasn’t done this before, and this isn’t the place for it, he’s not a degenerate, his siblings are nearby, Tav is too imposing, it might hurt, it’s too vulnerable, he’s never been with a man, he’s never been with anyone, this is the wrong place to do it, he’s a coward, he’s scared-

“I can’t.” He grimaces, with no actual reason good enough to say out loud. Part of him is worried about what Tav would say; would he be upset with him? On one hand, if he does, Rolan knows that Tav was never worth his time. But on the other, he found Tav not as insufferable as he thought, and he may have just ruined the strange bond they made by stopping everything. Gods, he is pathetic, isn’t he?

Tav sighs slowly in relief, sitting back. “That’s okay.”

It’s not good enough, not for Rolan. As a wizard, he demands answers for a multitude of reasons when things happen. It’s only fair that he gives an explanation, is it not? Finally, he pins down a reason he could give: he doesn’t want to do it after having so much wine. There, that should do it.

Before he could start his tangent, he felt a hand cover his mouth.

“I don’t need a reason. It’s okay.”

He’s about to argue, completely insulted, but it gets muffled by the hand on his mouth.

“You don’t ever have to explain to me why you want to stop.” He says, finally moving his hand away. “I’m sorry if you felt like you couldn’t say no to me earlier.”

“I did want it.” He assured quickly, because he did. He truly did. Why did he panic?

“But you changed your mind.” He began, not unkindly.

“I did.”

“That’s fine.” He says with a small shrug. “If you want, we can keep kissing. Nothing further than that.”

He laughs in disbelief, running a hand down his sweaty face. “And why would we do that?”

“Doesn’t hurt to have company for a night. Besides-“ He gently takes hold of his chin, tilting his face up. “You seemed to enjoy what we were doing. Why not indulge? Just for one night.”

He smirks up at him, leaning forward with false confidence. “Am I that irresistible?”

“You have a pretty face.” He noted, swiping his thumb across his kiss-bruised lip before kissing him again.

The kiss is lazy and less heated, but it makes his heart pound all the same. Being held so tenderly is new, and he’s growing attached.

He cannot have attachments. What is he thinking? 

After kissing for a little longer, he lets himself be held in the bedroll as they lay down, indulging in the quiet night with Tav. They didn’t need to discuss what happened or question it. It’s exchanging favors. For Rolan, it’s just wanting the comfort of another body near him, letting him pretend that he’ll have something like this in the future. One day, he’ll be good enough for someone. He’s not sure what this does for Tav exactly, but he seems content to hold him.

“You can ask for more if you’d like.”

“I’d rather not embarrass myself more than I already have.” He barks before glancing at him in apology, eyes softer.

“Would it help if I said I will keep my mouth shut about this?” Tav suggested, pushing some hair away from his face.

He shifts to glance at his face, seeing if he is genuine. He can never read his face that well, but when he makes his judgment, he sighs and takes one of Tav’s hands, lacing his fingers through his.

“This is pathetic, I know.”

“I don’t think it’s pathetic.” He mumbles, squeezing his hand. “This is nice for me, too.”

Rolan feels himself relax more, body almost relieved that this hasn’t been rejected.

“What will you do, when you finally get your apprenticeship figured out?” Tav asks in the quiet.

“I’ll learn everything I can about all schools of magic. Then I can put on a real show for Cal and Lia.”

“They seem to love your shows already, why change them?”

“It’ll be different.” He pledged, “Bigger, better, and more sustainable. I’ll make them last so much longer, I’ll bring it more colors, and the illusion will look realistic. You will see.”

“I’m sure they’ll be great.” He yawns, nuzzling into the back of his neck.

“I will show you when you reach to Baldur’s Gate, my friend.”

There’s no response, only a quiet snore greets him. At first, he’s annoyed, but it’s hard to be angry when he is just as exhausted from today. For now, he falls asleep in his arms, hoping that for once no nightmares haunt him.

The Tiefling beside him is still fast asleep when he wakes at dawn, though he’s impressed by how the man can sleep through the screeching birds outside.

Quickly, he fixes his robes and hair, trying to not look like a mess. Cal and Lia are surely going to tease him, knowing he never returned to their tent. He debates on whether to wake the idiot up to say goodbye, but that seems foolish. He needs to sleep, and they need to head to Baldur’s gate immediately.

So he opens the tent, sparing one more look back before leaving.

He cannot create attachments. Not now, not ever. Not until he’s done with his apprenticeship.

[ctheathy]

Any and all Julius the Dressmaker HCs please! Any genre, idc, anything about him!🖤 Please feed my hyperfixation, I'm starving😭🖤

Yandere Julius the Dressmaker Headcanons

Julius Doherty x Reader

Yandere Headcanons

Character + Artwork by Sanityshorror

Author’s Note : Been on quite the yandere streak with my asks lately, so obsessive hcs it is!! My sincere apologies due to it being rather short, it’s been a while since I’ve been genuinely close with the Creepypasta fandom, and my memory on the beautiful man is slightly blurred. Hope these are alright for now, sweetheart🌹

Julius the Dressmaker/Reader [Romantic]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Superiority complex • Murder, a lot of murder • Stitches • It’s vague whenever his darling actually dies or not • Arrogance • Possessiveness • Corpses mention • Controlling behaviour • Gaslighting • Sadism • Degrading treatment • Abuse of high class position • Cheating • Assault • Blood mention • Julius is a hypocrite

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Julius is a very conflicted person. On one hand he can and will come off as an incredibly arrogant, selfish and cruel individual when given a reason to, but on the other he is a very starved being for both praise and appreciation, often openly reaching out for it too. He wants eyes on himself and will get overbearing during conversations in order to get the topic swapped to his liking, his delusional mindset having convinced his own importance to be superior over that of anyone else’s. But it tends to bother him the trouble it has always given him during that time. Humans have always been hypocritical.

He himself has always gained stacks on stacks of attention due to his attractive appearance and charming demeanour alone. He’s alluring and mesmerizing in the eyes of those around him, and it has resulted in him getting what he continuously wants so badly; unnecessary validation and praise for simply existing. It not helping in the slightest that he has the direct knowledge on how to get what he wants. But there was something that had slowly started to tick him off as time went on.

Genuine and thoughtful compliments directed torwards other people.

The more attentiveness he gained over the years, the more it felt as if there was little to no thought behind it, much to the point these compliments had felt as if they were nothing but a must. He’s so needy for the observation, so desperate for the entire acknowledgement of other people ... but it has just become so common, it was becoming much more similar to simply telling a white lie. Some eerily directed commentary with no emotion connected to it, the type of wording that shouldn’t be affecting him this much in modern days. And yet, here he was. Being put in an irritable state and a sense incredulity by others achieving a certain type of attention that he just doesn’t get. Feeling any comments being send torwards those around him to be a lot more real rather than the ones he has always gotten.

It’s already hard enough to get this man’s attention on you as it is, much less keep it. But I believe a certain fixation with you could be produced by holding a specific kind of thought process as a person, a mindset whom he just cannot provide for himself. He had never been provided with or even offered much when considering positivity and such. So he tends to be caught strangely off guard when sweethearts such as yourself come around without any seeming hidden motives. Your appearance would be a strange turn for the male, and it had only resulted in the complexity of his emotions worsening.

Though you held a sense of pride and self confidence, you weren’t arrogant like he was. You took flaws and always tried turning them into something positive, letting there be a positive spin on it for both yourself and those surrounding your presence. This being a part of you he almost envies in a way, taking something imperfect and yet, still seeing it as something good? Despicable... The literal root of his obsession would merely be created alongside the start of his jealousy torwards you. You’re far from perfect, yet you were willing to be the perfect example of an endearing creature to look up to when it came to those around you. A role he wanted.

He’d definitely try to suppress these feelings, considering them to be a negative effect to his image and that it’s an unworthy distraction from his job. He would go out of his way to gaslight himself into believing himself to despise you with every cell of his body, even to the point of specifically targeting you for his ridicule and bottled up anger; which only leads to him growing more frustrated with himself for giving you that unworthy attention, but he just cannot seem to leave you be no matter how much he tries. He wants to believe himself to detest you with the entirety of his heart, but he keeps on crawling back in the end. It’s as if your positivity is taking a toll on him, like it’s some sickening spell he cannot free himself from.

He would end up so very embarrassed if he still managed to catch up with his unwanted feelings and his complex desire for you. It’s just so very unprofessional of him-! Much less having fallen for an average person such as yourself. He considers himself an complete embarrassment and is still yet one to deny these for a very long time. In his eyes, he could have had everything. He had a loving relationship, one whom had to be left behind for his own selfish desires. He had a major self image who was currently getting destroyed to bits due to your influence. And most importantly, his already poor self esteem is now going off the charts.

To many, it comes to no surprise that Julius is a perfectionistic individual, holding not only hard standards for himself, but forcing them upon those around him as well, including his darling no doubt. He’d go out of his way to put you in the spotlight and bring attention to the little flaws you may or may not have. Every little detail gets spotted and is easily turned against you, behaving as if you’re his little toy to continuously ‘improve’.

Little mr. Perfect over here also tends to be surprisingly possessive when it comes to you. He continuously assaults and degrades you like you’re some low class vermin, but he makes it very clear it’s only him who can behave this way torwards you. This shall be the only genuine care you’ll ever receive from the man too, something that’s not merely an act, that is. It’s for selfish reasonings and self-benefit only, but he’ll call out and concentrate on the said person who harassed you, making sure they’ll be missing by the next day by luring them in as his next victims. He is already naturally possessive of those he deems his property, but he truly takes it to a whole nother level when it comes to you. Any close connections you may hold with another shall be shut down real quick. His kill count is intensifying and fastening in action. It gets to a point where he doesn’t even try to hide his murders anymore, shamelessly leaving the bodies of those you love on your doorstep with the countless of physical deformities due to the torture they’ve faced in his hands.

If other people started the same treatment he had always given you, he fears for the worst to lose your attention on him. His intentions and final goal with you almost seem vague in a way, as if he’s in constant debate with himself aswell. He’s constantly suffering of behaviour moodswings and pushes it onto anybody unfortunate enough to be close at that moment. His mannerisms and behaviour may sometimes even make him seem loveable in a way. But do not be fooled, dear. All tends to be nothing but a mere facade, a simple mask he wears for a certain while in order to try and make you let your guard down. And he shall continue these unsavoury acts to the point where you're most likely nothing but a broken doll to him, the shell of a person you once were.

But do not despair now, dove, he’ll stitch you to perfection.

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[thesquishypenguin]

For ship questions redux

Pre relationship 1,2, 6 and 7

GIRL I FEEL LIKE THESE ONES ARE SO HARD??? These are definitely ones that I'd have to like..sit down and get ideas about with someone for omg. Or something to be RP'd out!

Ship Questions Redux

KiloHertz (OC) x Maxime Le Mal (Cannon)

1 How did they first meet

2 What was their first impression of each other

6 What was their 'flirting stage' like?

7 How do their friends and family feel about them as a couple?

1 - How did they first meet?

Lycée Pas Bon! KiloHertz likely signed herself up there to escape her uncle's clutches - or may have been signed up by him in order to get her out of his hair. They were in the same grade/of similar age.

I genuinely don't? Think these two would've interacted much in terms of critical events (or perhaps really at all??) besides being grade/class-mates - even more so as they grew up I think the two were just far too different. I think kHz admired him from afar and I don't think Maxime really noticed her. I think it'd be cute and fun to be like aww they were both outcasts for being Weird! but :) I actually like it more that neither really interacted. I like too much that kHz has a weird little long term crush on a guy she could never get close to and that he's falling for her much later on in life!!!

2 - What was their first impression of each other?

Probably nothing spectacular when the were younger. He was either the weird kid obsessed with bugs she turned her nose up at a little (and then fucking fell in love with), or he was always just the cool kid who she'd never really get a chance to talk to.

Where as Maxime probably thought she was the weird kid who talked too much and was too hyperactive and wacky (not to mention her obsession with robots...). Or he just simply never really paid any mind to her since after a bit she just..kept to herself and was often on her own.

Re-meeting later on in life, both are impressed with the others rise to fame and popularity. Though Kilohertz still tends to roll her eyes because 'of course' he'd end up or still be so popular, he's too charming. Maxime I think is just interested in her in general, how much she's changed..yet not really changed at all. The reunion has him taking a particular interest in her status, now that she's within contactable reach.

I think he finds her arrogance annoying and likewise she finds his boasting just as irritating. Her reclusive nature is bizarre to him even if she's always been like that, and his loud extrovert-edness is a bit much for her (which is probably odd considering she putts up with Balthazar Bratt so well) But neither can deny they're curious about the other and how things have turned out for them.

6 - What was their 'flirting-stage' like?

I feel like its short. Short and incredibly fast. I feel like there's some back and forth sly compliments and little nudges/winks etc that would make either of them blush on occasion. And then the next thing Maxime knows she's talked him through his worries and is admiring his new body. Guy falls immediately, hard and fast in the blink of an eye.

I HC since breaking up with Valentina he's been...very self conscious about it, and the idea that maybe nobody would ever accept him romantically again because of it. So when she shows no fear or hesitation...and actually seems quite invested and interested in what he's done to himself....welp! :) Neither of these idiots can believe the other actually might like them or be interested! kHz probably makes her crush embarrassingly obvious at some point, or probably admits it in a trying not to admit it kind of way. And Maxime allowing himself to be vulnerable with her is mwuah mwuah seals their fate seals their fate

I feel like its one I'd have to RP out though to get anymore specifics!

7 - How do their friends and family feel about them as a couple?

You know we've been fleshing this out in our rp so!! There's actually been some changes as to how i'd answer this :O

Originally I said neither really had friends or family. But we've rather firmly placed Bratt in her arms and gone 'here, hold this'.

I think generally speaking people either don't care, or if they think they know them well enough/grew up with them, probably think 'of course one freak would find the other'. I should think most people probably find it a little odd or 'whatever' because once you start thinking about Maxime's body...questions arise. I think some might be a little impressed, just because both are now so 'popular' in their own weird little ways.

I think it also depends how hard you wanna HC Maximes changes as an uprising or downfall :') I tend to lean towards the latter in that while initially everyone is impressed, the weirdness of it sets in real fucking fast.

I think Bratt would be the only supportive person she speaks to regularly and would likely encourage it. Like yeah! Good for them! Love wins. Even if its weird freaky half roach love or whatever. But I think he also gets jealous if Maxime takes up too much of her time - Bratt's become accustomed to having her almost undivided attention as of late.

(Context: kHz has been working too closely and too comfortably for/with Bratt and the pair have developed a bit of a thing for each other - and both idiots are convinced the other wouldn't want to get involved like that. They're "just friends" haha!)

Valentina...ech yeah, I really don't think she cares for kiloHertz AT ALL - and now (HC) being Maxime's ex I think she not only cares for her even less, but probably ridicules her for her choice, and him for his. Maxime really hit rock bottom with THAT one.

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[gemminesblog]

Unlocking the Beauty and Mystery of Pearl Stone

Pearls have captivated human imagination for centuries with their lustrous beauty and timeless elegance. One of the most coveted gems in the world, pearl stones hold a special place in both history and modern fashion. In this article, we will explore the fascinating world of pearl stones, from their origin and types to their symbolism and uses.

The Origins of Pearl Stones

Pearl stones have an extraordinary origin story. Unlike other gemstones that are mined from the Earth's depths, pearls are created by living organisms. These exquisite gems are formed within oysters and mollusks in response to an irritant, such as a grain of sand or a parasite, that enters their shells. To protect themselves, these creatures secrete layers of a substance called nacre, which gradually builds up around the irritant, forming a pearl.

Natural vs. Cultured Pearls

Pearls can be broadly categorized into two types: natural and cultured. Natural pearls are incredibly rare and are formed without any human intervention. Cultured pearls, on the other hand, are deliberately cultivated by inserting a nucleus, typically a small bead, into the mollusk to stimulate pearl formation. While natural pearls are prized for their uniqueness, cultured pearls have become more common and accessible.

The Enchanting Varieties of Pearl Stones

Pearl stones come in a stunning array of colors, shapes, and sizes. The most renowned pearls are the classic white or cream-colored ones, but pearls can be found in a spectrum of colors, including pink, black, gold, and even rare blue and green hues. Their shapes range from perfectly round to uniquely baroque, making each pearl distinct and charming.

Types of Pearls

Akoya Pearls: Known for their radiant luster and near-perfect round shape, Akoya pearls are typically white or cream-colored.

Tahitian Pearls: These pearls are cherished for their dramatic dark colors, ranging from deep black to peacock green, and their larger size.

Freshwater Pearls: Renowned for their affordability and variety, freshwater pearls are available in numerous shapes and colors, often with a slightly irregular shape.

South Sea Pearls: These are among the largest and rarest pearls, known for their exquisite luster and size, with colors ranging from white to golden.

The Symbolism of Pearl Stones

Pearls have deep-rooted symbolism in various cultures. They are often associated with purity, wisdom, and wealth. In ancient Rome, pearls were considered the ultimate symbol of luxury and social status. In many Asian cultures, they symbolize purity and spiritual transformation.

Practical Uses of Pearl Stones

Beyond their aesthetic appeal, pearl stones have practical applications as well. They are commonly used in jewelry, including necklaces, earrings, and bracelets. Pearls also find their way into cosmetics, adding a touch of luxury to skincare products. Additionally, pearl powder is used in traditional medicine and cosmetics for its purported skin-enhancing properties.

The Enduring Allure of Pearl Stones

In conclusion, pearl stones are not merely gems but captivating treasures with a rich history and versatile uses. Their origin in the depths of the ocean and the unique process that forms them make pearls a true marvel of nature. Whether worn as jewelry or incorporated into skincare routines, pearls continue to be a symbol of timeless beauty and elegance.

Frequently Asked Questions

Are all pearls round in shape?

No, pearls come in various shapes, including round, oval, and baroque.

What gives pearls their lustrous appearance?

Pearls get their shine from the layers of nacre that accumulate around an irritant.

Do pearls have healing properties?

Pearls are believed to have calming and balancing effects, making them popular in holistic medicine.

Can cultured pearls be as valuable as natural pearls?

Yes, some cultured pearls, especially those of exceptional quality, can be equally valuable as natural pearls.

How do I care for pearl jewelry?

To maintain their luster, pearl jewelry should be kept away from chemicals and stored in a soft, dry cloth or pouch.

[haezen]

slytherin!atsumu x ravenclaw!fem reader ♡ part one

hogwarts au :D 

i love the idea of slytherin atsumu so i had to write it for myself!! this is my first time posting my writing on tumblr so i hope you like it.

part one | part two 

“Can I help you?” Tsukishima asked starkly. Your attention shifted from the potions book in front of you to the figure hovering over the table. 

There, to the right of you, was Slytherin’s star Quidditch player: Miya Atsumu. 

Atsumu sported a playful lopsided grin on his face; a grin that irritated your best friend, Tsukishima, to no end. He was up to no good and you could easily notice from the mischievous glint he held in his big brown eyes. 

Everyone in Hogwarts knew the Miya twins, but Miya Atsumu was a unique kind of famous. He was an extraordinary Quidditch player that often garnered a lot of attention in any game he played. Watching him play was exhilarating and he sold many tickets because people would go out of their way to attend the games he played in. Even though he was well known for being such a talented athlete, he was more well known around Hogwarts for always getting in some sort of trouble. Atsumu could charm anyone and get out of anything with just his charming smile.

Girls would line up for him after his games, crowd the Slytherin section, and wear the Slytherin scarf around their necks even if they were in other houses. As he walked through the corridors, heads would turn if Miya Atsumu passed by. Hushed whispers of his name would reach his ears everywhere he went. Atsumu would always smile at everyone he encountered and say something flirty to any girl that bat her eyelashes at him. 

Apparently, he even manages to charm the professors who are cursed to have him in their classes. All it takes are a few smooth words and a flash of his award-winning smile for him to get his way. And he always gets his way.

“Yeah ya can actually..” Atsumu started, glancing over his shoulder at his friends sat at the Slytherin table (who were staring at him intensely with amused looks on their faces) “I was wonderin’ yanno, like I usually do...”

“Spit it out so we can study in peace. It would be a miracle to study without hearing your grating voice a second longer.” Tsukishima’s words had no effect on the phony blonde but their eye contact proved otherwise. Both boys were sizing each other up through intense glares. Their eyes were saying something unknown to you.

 “As I was sayin’...” Atsumu huffs, “I was wonderin’ if yer beautiful minds would be up to the task.” He said while putting his foot up on the bench and resting his elbow on his thigh so he could lean a little closer to the two of you. Atsumu had to finish this up quickly. 

At the mere mention of challenge, Tsukishima’s interest was piqued. Your watchful eyes observed the glimpse of excitement flash in your friend’s expression. Tsukishima’s tells were subtle and if you were to put it simply, you could read your cold, emotionless friend like a book. After spending all these years by his side, you would not be able to call yourself his best friend if you could not do something as simple as read his body language. 

“What is it, Miya?” You turned your body towards the Quidditch player, completely forgetting about the potions book you had your nose in only a minute ago. 

His eyes met yours in an instant. To have his attention, if only for a couple of minutes, was incredibly suffocating. Atsumu’s gaze was captivating and in this moment, you understood why he has charmed so many people. To admit this to anyone was to utterly admit defeat. To admit that Atsumu might have caught your interest was the last thing you wanted. You did not want to be another girl added to his very, very long list.

You wanted this encounter to be over as soon as it started and Tsukishima shared the same sentiment. The three of you were all aware of the attention Atsumu had drawn to the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall. Everyone was supposed to be quietly studying, but more often than not, most of the students ended up conversing as quietly as they could without getting in trouble. Depending on the professor, some study hall sessions could get rowdy. But today was Snape’s turn to supervise.

“What is Atsumu doing talking to them?” 

“Doesn’t Tsukishima hate Miya? Hahahaha....he looks so bothered.”

“Why is Atsumu talking to (Name)? He should come over here instead...”

You tuned out all the whispers that had failed to do their job-- you could very well hear what they were saying and then some. From hearing people whispering and knowing their attention was on you made you feel uneasy. So uneasy that a sour look began to show on your face. Atsumu pretended not to notice.

“Are you just gonna stand there or what?” Tsukishima pointed out. “I’m sick of smelling your Slytherin stench from here.” 

Tsukishima always knew exactly what to say to grind someone’s gears, especially Atsumu. Anytime Atsumu was in the vicinity, Tsukishima would tense up. Whenever you tried to pry for information, you were shut down. There was no telling what had happened between the two boys but you figured it must have been something serious for Tsukishima to hold such a grudge. 

Atsumu’s smile faded as soon as Tsukishima’s snarky comment left his mouth. But before he could respond, a loud voice boomed from the other side of the hall.

“Mr. Miya!”

Everyone in the Great Hall flinched at Snape’s stern tone except for Atsumu and Tsukishima. 

“(Name)...” Atsumu broke his intense eye contact with Tsukishima and turned to you with a forced smile. “I’ll find ya after potions tomorrow.”

[katmoonz]

Tell Me Your Dirty Secret

Pairing Bill Weasley x Fem!Reader (slight Sirius Black x Fem!Reader)

Word Count: 4.5k

CW: Smut, Jealousy, choking kink, possessive!Bill, Dom!Bill, Sub!Reader, use of pet names, aftercare, slight degradation, oral (male receiving), vaginal sex, slightest bit of violence, unprotected sex. if I’ve missed anything out plz let me know!

It’s midnight and there is not a soul in sight. Spending the holidays with the order in Grimmauld place sure was exciting from Sirius’ drunken shenanigans and Molly's incredible cooking to the twins' pranks, there was never a boring moment within the household.

Currently, you were sitting in the kitchen nursing a cup of hot chocolate thinking about your boyfriend Bill Weasley. You had met Bill through his brother Charlie, whose year you’d been in at school, the crush you had on Bill started from the moment you met him but you waited until you had left school before trying to get closer to him.

At the moment Bill was away on order business he was due back in the morning, this left you unable to sleep out of concern for his safety and with time to collect your thoughts.

Bill is the most handsome man you’ve ever met, his piercing blue eyes and his strong muscular form are all perfect but his kind and charming personality made you even more attracted. Bill is the sweetest boyfriend you could ever ask for, always checking up on you asking about your day, complimenting the meals you make, running a bath when you don’t feel well. His warm embrace makes you feel so safe and secure among other things... The sex is amazing Bill is always so attentive, always taking care of you first before carefully making love to you but it wasn’t enough. For the past few weeks, you had been wanting him to be a little rougher with you but you didn’t know how to tell him what you wanted.

It started one morning when he’d walked into the bedroom to find you struggling to tie your shoes, he’d bent down and tied them for you. You watched as his fingers, which were laden with rings, quickly but efficiently tie your laces before he stood up to kiss you on the cheek.

That was only the start of your fascination with his rings, he would often massage your shoulders for you after a long day at work before retiring to bed. When he kisses you he often holds your face in one of his hands, the cold metal of his rings against your face would cause butterflies in your stomach.

But you also wanted him to choke you. You’d started imagining him choking you after going out to a bar with him, a guy had been harassing you and you’d been trying to ignore it but he grabbed your arm tightly within his hand in a bruising grip trying to talk you into going home with him. You could smell the alcohol on his breath and before you knew it the man was being held up against the nearest wall by Bill, his hand around the pervs throat as he gave him a gruff warning to leave you alone.

Since that moment you’d constantly been fantasising about what it’d be like to have Bills hands around your neck whilst you had sex. The only problem with this being that Bill was ever so gentle whilst having sex with you, he’d never been rough in the bedroom.

You sigh as you finish off your hot chocolate before walking over to the sink with your mug to wash it out. *there must be some way to get him to be rough with me* you think longingly, suddenly the idea strikes you like a lightning bolt *Bill only had his hand around that man's neck because he pissed him off, perhaps if I make him jealous enough and then try to seduce him he will be rougher*

With that thought in mind, you decide to head up to bed not wanting to wear yourself out before tomorrow’s order meeting which would be the perfect opportunity to put your plan into action.

-

The weekly order meeting at Grimmauld Place was due to start in a few minutes, the house bustling with order members. Bill spots you from across the room and starts making his way over to you, “y/n” he shouts over the crowd.

Looking around you, you notice that the seat next to the owner of the house Sirius Black is free so you quickly seat yourself next to him.

“Alright love,” he says arching one brow before taking a sip out of the goblet in front of him.

“Yeah good,” you say looking around the kitchen for Bill, you spot him speaking to his mother who must have accosted him before he could get to you.

“trouble in paradise?” he asks before leaning back in his seat.

“No, no, nothing like that” you hastily reply, “I just um…” you look him up and down before taking a quick glance at Bill across the room.

“Y/n?”

You decide to give in and ask Sirius for help with your plan considering that he seems to be one of the few people in the room who would agree to it. “Would you help me with something?”

“Sure doll, what?” he asks, leaning in closer to listen to you.

“I need to make Bill jealous”

Sirius smirks before looking over your shoulder for Bill, he turns back to you and looks you up and down “what’s in it for me?”

You consider backing out for a second but at the thought of potentially having Bill's hand around your neck, you decide to go for it. “I’ll get you a bottle of firewhiskey”

Sirius smiles before taking your hand in his “deal” he doesn’t release your hand and whispers “don’t turn around he’s watching us, play along.” He raises your hand to his mouth before placing a chaste kiss upon your knuckle, you giggle both out of nervousness and to keep up the act.

You place your hand on the table and continue your conversation with Sirius.

“Why are you trying to make him jealous? If you don’t mind me asking?”

You look into his eyes and contemplate whether you should tell him or not. “I just want to piss him off,” you say, batting your eyelashes innocently.

“Mhmm, so you don’t just want some rough passionate make-up sex” He replies cockily picking up his goblet again.

You look at him sheepishly “how’d you know?”

He places his goblet back on the table before putting his hand on top of yours, “you don’t look like an angry woman trust me I’d know from all of the women- well also men that I’ve angered in my lifetime and every time you look at him you look as if you want to jump his bones.”

“I um-“

Sirius cuts you off, “it’s okay, you don’t need to explain yourself, maybe give me a few details tomorrow if you’re still able to walk, oh and my firewhiskey but I’m glad to be at your service doll”

You hit him on the shoulder before letting out a laugh, a tear falls from your eye as you laugh.

Dumbledore walks into the room getting ready to start the meeting, “Let's hope that Bill sits reasonably close to us” you say getting visibly excited.

Sirius lets out a chuckle, “Have fun I suppose but don’t come crying to me in the morning when you need a pain-relieving potion”

Bill walks over to you and leans over your shoulder to kiss you but you dodge him at the last second so that his kiss lands on your cheek. “Hello love, you look like you’re having fun” instead of turning around to speak to him you continue to look at Sirius, “mhmm,” you say dismissively. Bill gives you a look of confusion before walking away, he sits down at the opposite side of the table to you just as Dumbledore starts the meeting.

The meeting is relatively boring. It mainly consists of Albus talking about the upcoming patrols, you can feel Bill's eyes on you as you try to concentrate on the meeting and decide to shift your chair closer to Sirius’. Your hand is still on the table and after a few seconds of sitting closer to Sirius you can feel him place his hand on top of yours, he starts to stroke your knuckles with his thumb. You look up at him offering him a smile, he smirks back at you and leans into your ear. “We’ve barely done anything and he looks irritated already, follow my lead” he whispers before he leans back into his chair he strokes your cheek lightly with his free hand.

A couple of minutes pass by before Sirius shifts his chair even closer, he takes one arm and wraps it around you, you lean into his side with your head resting on his shoulder. You hear an angry huff from the other side of the table and take a glance up to see Bill with an angry expression upon his face.

Mad-eye starts giving his report on the happenings in Hogsmeade and you can feel yourself start to drift off to sleep as he continuously rambles.

You open your eyes at the feeling of someone lightly shaking you, “y/n love, you fell asleep the meetings finished” you look up to see that you have fallen asleep on Sirius, the rest of the order are starting to get up out of their chairs. Bill walks Molly and Arthur over to the floo giving yourself and Sirius a minute to yourselves.

“I don’t think we’ve pissed him off enough,” you say whilst trying to think of what else you could possibly do.

“You’re staying for drinks with us aren’t you? Perhaps we could flirt a bit more or you touch me up” suggests Sirius and before you can put up even the slightest protest at his suggestion Bill returns to the table with Charlie, Remus, Tonks and drinks in tow.

For a while Bill ignores you but you can see the slight frown upon his face every time he looks down your end of the table.

After a while of sitting back and listening to Charlie's stories about his encounters with dragons, you hear someone’s stomach rumble. Tonks giggles “sorry, I guess I’m still hungry”

Bill stands up “I’ll see if I can find any food, I’m sure Mum left some cookies a couple of days ago”

As Bill walks around the table you reach out to Sirius and put your hand on his thigh. You hear Bill let out a low growl as he notices how close you are to touching Sirius’ crotch. Before making his way over to the pantry he leans down over your shoulder, you can feel his warm breath behind your ear. “What are you doing?” He asks angrily.

You turn around to look at him and notice the red tinge on his face. It almost matches the shade of his hair due to how angry he is. “Nothing babe, I’m just talking to Sirius, am I not allowed to speak to my friend?” You reply innocently.

Bill lets out a huff before wiping a hand across his face trying to calm himself down, he proceeds to walk over to the pantry to find the cookies and upon returning he practically throws the plate onto the table. Everyone bar yourself and Remus takes one. After a couple of minutes you reach out to grab a smaller one but Sirius stops you by grabbing onto your hand. “I’m not sure you’ll want one love, they’re a few days old so they are quite hard.”

“That’s okay, I like it hard” you reply cockily before grabbing one.

There's a stunned silence for a moment before everyone starts laughing, that is everyone except Bill.

Sirius stretches in his seat before standing up, “c’mon let’s go sit in the library it’s much warmer up there” Sirius reaches towards you taking your arm in his before leading the way up to the library.

Upon reaching the library, Sirius backs you into a bookshelf and cages you in with his arms. “I’m sure you’ll get what you want soon, love” he whispers down into your ear. Instead of withdrawing after whispering into your ear, he keeps his face close to yours so that if anyone were to walk into the room it would look as though the two of you were making out.

Sirius has the most breathtaking eyes you’ve ever seen, you can feel your breath hitch as you gaze into his face. Sirius due to his lineage has sharp aristocratic features upon his face, his lips voluptuous and full. If you weren’t already with Bill you definitely would have jumped Sirius’ bones.

A couple of minutes go by, you hear the sound of the floo signalling that someone has left. Another minute flies by and you feel your heart flutter in your chest with anticipation. A stomping noise comes from the staircase before the door is abruptly opened,

Bang!

In a matter of seconds, Sirius has been roughly pulled away from you and pinned into the wall by an angry Bill.

Bill has his hand wrapped around Sirius’ throat and you can feel the anger radiating off of him. “Hands off my girl” he growls. You whimper but Bill ignores you so that he can focus on Sirius who is currently pinned to the wall smirking.

“Trust me I’m not interested in your girl” replies Sirius cockily despite having a muscular hand around his throat.

“Then why were you all over each other?” Asks Bill, his hand on Sirius's neck slightly loosens

“Because she asked for it” Sirius replies cockily. Bill tightens his hand around Sirius’ neck yet again and you whimper even louder than before. Your panties are completely soaked and you’re rubbing your thighs together to try and relieve some of the arousal that you are feeling. Both Bill and Sirius hear your whimper and look over to you watching as you non-discreetly rub your thighs together.

“She planned this Bill, look at her, she’s getting off on it,” Sirius says with a hint of laughter in his voice.

Bill watches you for another second before letting go of Sirius.

“Is that true princess? Did you plan this?” asks Bill, with a strange look on his face. You don’t respond to him so he walks over to you and tilts your head up to look at him.

“Answer me when I talk to you” he growls dangerously, his eyes have darkened slightly, possibly due to his anger or arousal. You whimper again before nodding. “come on love, let’s go to bed” he firmly grasps your arm and marches you over to the door, he stops and turns to speak to Sirius from across the room “we still okay to stay tonight?” He asks gruffly.

“Sure mate” replies Sirius leaning against a bookcase with a smirk on his face. The last thing you see before you are dragged out of the room is Sirius winking at you.

With a tight grip on your arm, Bill marches you up the stairs of Grimmauld Place towards one of the guest rooms. You can feel butterflies in your stomach both excited and nervous at the prospect of getting what you want. Bill drags you into the guest room and closes the door. Bill turns around to watch you for a minute before beckoning you forward with his finger. “Come here love”

Cautiously you walk towards him till you are standing right in front of him.

“Why did you do that?” asks Bill, the strange but intimidating look remains on his face.

“M’sorry” you reply, slightly embarrassed.

“No love, I didn’t ask you to apologise. I said why?” He steps forward so that there is no space between you. You can feel his breath on your face.

“Just wanted to make you jealous” you reply, sheepishly.

Bill puts his hand under your chin and tilts your head to make you look at him. “Why’d you want me jealous princess?” his mouth is right next to your ear and you can feel his warm breath against the side of your face.

“S’hot” you reply putting a hand on his chest

“Mhmm, and what else?” Asks Bill, starting to kiss and suck on your neck.

You let out a quiet moan, “want you to be rough”

“Rough? how’d you want me to be rough?”

You pull back from him slightly to look into his eyes, his pupils are wide with arousal, “Well?” He asks arching a brow

“Want you to fuck me hard,” you say breathlessly, you can feel the tingle in your pussy from just admitting to your desire to be dominated.

“Good girl” he whispers before kissing you, Bill brings up one hand to start massaging your breast as he backs you up to the closest wall. Bill presses you up against the wall and softly bites your lip before backing away from you. You whine, Bill stands in the middle of the room with his arms crossed looking slightly amused at how desperate you are. “strip” he orders. You look up at him and don’t make a move to take off your clothes.

“Are you dumb princess? I said strip” Bill gives you a stern look as he orders you to take your clothes off. After a few seconds more of staring at Bill blankly, you start to remove your clothing. Just as you are about to remove your panties his voice reaches your ears again. “Leave them on”.

You look at him and rub your thighs together, your panties damp with arousal. Bill comes closer to you and puts one hand on your shoulder to push you down “Be a good girl and suck my cock”

You get onto your knees and wait patiently for him to unbuckle his belt, you watch as his ring laden fingers pop open the button on his trousers and push them to the floor alongside his underwear. His cock, long and hard now revealed to you.

The sight of his cock has what one might describe as a Pavlovian effect on you, your pussy throbs with excitement and your mouth suddenly feels as though it has too much saliva. You lean forward and spit on your hand before enclosing his length in your fist, you run your hand up and down it, getting him harder with your hand. You bring your face closer and look up at Bill, his face expectant. “Well?” He asks.

You bring out your tongue and give the head of his cock a lick, Bill shudders and lets out a pleasurable moan, you grin before taking him slightly into your mouth, sucking on the tip like a lollipop. Bill starts to moan a bit louder, you take him deeper into the warm cavern that is your mouth. You bob your head up and down whilst using a hand to work the rest of him off as he has a rather generously sized cock. Bill puts a hand in your hair, his eyes are shut revelling in the pleasure that your mouth is giving him. “Yess, good girl” he hisses, trying not to succumb to the urge to just cum in your mouth.

After a few minutes, Bill pulls on your hair, you release him from your mouth and look up at him before whining in disappointment. “Up,” he says, you stand up slowly trying to adjust to the blood flow getting back to your feet after being on your knees.

Bill reaches down to help you and pulls you into his chest as you rise, “are you gonna be my good girl?” He asks with a smirk on his face, without giving you a second to reply he lifts you off of your feet and carries you to the bed, throwing you down and settling himself over you. Roughly, Bill pulls down your panties before chucking them across the room, he brings himself back up to your face grasping your jaw in one hand. Your pussy throbs as you stare into each other’s eyes.

Bill has the most beautiful blue eyes you’ve ever seen, the blue orbs a stark contrast to his ginger locks which are tied back in a bun at the back of his head. As you distract yourself with your boyfriend's beauty he sneaks a hand down to your pussy. You gasp as a lone finger suddenly fills your aching core, he pumps it in and out a few times before stopping causing you to squirm, “Bill, please” you whine.

Bill smirks and leans down to take a nipple in his mouth, he waits until you let out a little moan before releasing your nipple with a pop. Not wasting another second he pushes his cock into you, letting out a groan at how tightly you are gripping him, he starts with gentle thrusts before steadily speeding up. You can feel the tingle in your pussy and let out little moans every time Bill pushes back in.

As you get closer to your release Bill starts to slow down, he slows till you start to whine having been pulled away from the brink of orgasm. Bill moves one hand to rest next to your neck and continues slowly thrusting, he leans down and takes your ear lobe between his teeth for a second before letting go and pulling back to look into your eyes.

“So princess,” he starts “did you think it was fun to make me jealous?” he punctuates his sentence with a hard thrust causing you to let out a gasp.

“M’sorry” you whisper back at him.

“Sorry? So you don’t want me to be rough with you?” He asks with a smirk on his face, this time he ceases all movement. You whimper and buck up your hips to try and get him to move, he chuckles. “Look at you, acting like such a desperate slut” he starts to move again, this time with slow, hard thrusts.

“Is that good baby?” he asks

“Not enough” you whine back at him

“Not enough?” he asks “maybe my desperate whore would get what she wanted if she asked for it”

He wait to see if you respond before continuing, he looks you dead in the eye, “Tell me” he whispers huskily “tell me your dirty secret”

Without thinking you end up blurting out what you want, “want your hand on my neck”

Bill takes one hand and gently wraps it around the front of your neck, pressing down lightly at the sides. Bills rings feel cool against your skin, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of your sweaty body. You moan loudly and your pussy clenches around his cock drenching it even more.

Bill feels himself getting close from the grip you have on him so he starts to thrust harder “good girl” he hisses.

It feels like a dream, how could this delicious demanding man be your Bill, you are in such disbelief at how easy it was to get him to be rougher with you that the next words that fall from his mouth seem almost unreal.

“Touch yourself” he huffs out mid-thrust

You reach a hand down and start frantically rubbing your clit, desperate for release. You feel the tingle in your navel grow and your moans get louder. Bill senses that you are about to cum and presses down slightly against the sides of your neck pushing you over the edge. You see white and feel Bill release your neck as he gives a few more thrusts before releasing inside of you, he manages to stay on his arms long enough to pull out and drop down next to you.

Half asleep from the powerful orgasm you hear someone moving around the room, you let out a groan and shift slightly to get more comfortable.

“Shh baby” Bill whispers, he moves your legs to start cleaning you up and you let out a whine at being moved from your position. Bill gently strokes your cheek, “it’s okay, I’m just cleaning up the mess, good girl” He takes a wet cloth and carefully wipes up the mess between your legs.

The mattress shifts slightly as Bill returns to you, he pulls you into his chest and softly kisses your forehead, “my good girl” he whispers into the top of your head just as you drift off to sleep.

-

The soft glow of sunlight coming through the dusty old curtains is the first thing to greet you upon awakening. You stretch out your limbs which are sore from last night and try to roll over but find that you can’t due to the strong arm that Bill has wrapped around your torso.

Bill softly snores and you peer up at his face over your shoulder, his features even more beautiful in the glow of the morning sunshine. His skin has a pretty sheen to it, the freckles on his arms and face stand out against his pale skin.

Carefully so as not to awaken him, you slip out from under his arm. As you stand up you almost lose your balance and have to hold on to the edge of the bed to steady yourself. You notice Bill's shirt from the previous day abandoned on the floor so you pick it up and pull it on buttoning it up before shuffling out the door.

You head to the restroom and then start to make your way down to the kitchen, the trip taking almost twice as long as usual due to your aching muscles.

Finally, you get to the kitchen which is empty, you make yourself breakfast before sitting down. After a few minutes, you hear the floorboards creak signalling that someone is approaching the kitchen. The door creaks open and you are greeted by Sirius who is grinning from ear to ear, “morning love, wasn’t expecting to see you today”

You roll your eyes and finish your breakfast. You slowly stand up and make your way to the sink with your dishes, you lean against the counter after ridding yourself of them. “Soooo” begins Sirius, “how was it?” He leans against a nearby wall and takes a sip of his coffee waiting for your answer.

“Good” you respond not giving anything away

Sirius looks you up and down before putting his mug down and crossing the room to stand between your legs, he’s so close that you can feel his breath upon your cheek. You close your eyes as he brushes a strand of hair away from your face, you feel him shift away from you and as you open them again you find him softly smiling at you his eyes have a mischievous twinkle.

Sirius walks back towards the door pausing before turning back towards you. “I have a present for you” he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bottle, he throws it to you, you catch it. It’s a bottle of pain-relieving potion. He winks at you before leaving the room.

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ok but this

Lester? Vincent? cause I'm sure that they're either virgins or at least haven't gotten that kinda action in a while

so

men's be sensitive

the feeling of you would probably just about kill them

though tbh even though Bo's got all that playboy vibe, he might not actually get with others that often/at all

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YES YES YES

Okay so imo:

Lester hasn't had sex in a LONG while- I'm talking since his teen-young adult years where he was eager to lose his virginity, and had some casual flings here and there. He's had crushes, gotten his heart broken, and he's been in a couple of relationships, but none of them really lasted because he always wanted something more emotionally fulfilling, and no one seemed to want to connect with him that way. He started preferring his hand and imagination to get him off as he got older because he couldn't shake the feeling; sex just became very lackluster without the reciprocated love and effort. He's had days where he's extremely discouraged and pent up; wondering if he should just give in and treat sex less significantly. Regarding it as nothing more than a preferable way to get himself off like Bo. He's pretty convinced there will never be anyone to love him the way he's willing to love.

- He's extremely sensitive the first time you have sex; both due to the amount of time he went without it, and at finally being able to link both his body and heart with someone he loves and who really loves him too. It's like his first time all over again- even better. There will definitely be tears and plenty of whines with how incredible you feel and how happy he is.

Vincent's a virgin. A very very pent up virgin. He's an absolute hopeless romantic- one that yearns for someone akin to a soulmate. But at the same time, he doesn't actually believe in them. He's convinced that even if soulmates did exist, he simply wouldn't have one. He's been irritated more than a couple of times at Bo for the way he doesn't bother to keep his sex life even slightly private; having to deal with hearing loud salacious moaning and accidentally walking in on him whenever anyone with a heartbeat (who was even slightly his 'type') walked into Ambrose and fell for his depraved charm. Lester being able to have normal relationships, and sex without needing to worry about a face like his made him frustrated with himself too. He quickly focused all of that useless energy into his artwork throughout the years, and shut out the yearning for the most part. Unfortunately, he still finds himself thinking about what it'd be like to share body, mind, and soul with someone so genuinely when he's all alone in the basement. Sculpting around one of the new wax figures that he unconsciously shaped into someone he'd like to fall in love with.

- The definition of sensitive. He's going to inevitably cum early, both during foreplay and the actual love making; feeling very embarrassed because he imagined he'd be more in control of himself, but his dick feels like it's going to melt inside of you. Reassure and praise him lots, and take it slow for his first time. Your loving words and all of the new intimate and intense sensations are going to overwhelm him very quickly, but there's plenty of time to enjoy each other.

Bo is far from being a virgin. He's experienced, he's confident, he likes dominating, and he likes sex a lot- but he's never had sex with someone he's in love with, and that makes all the difference. One night stands have no strings attached, they're safe. BDSM doesn't require him to be emotionally vulnerable with his partner, it's also safe. Safe for his heart. He won't ever admit it, maybe he doesn't even entirely realize it himself, but he's gotten to this age without engaging in 'love making' as a defense mechanism. Lester mentioned once that he wished Bo would find someone he 'loved'; a sentiment that was not received well. He outwardly sneers at the mention of 'sappy bullshit vanilla sex', but as he's gotten older it's become harder and harder to lie to himself when he claims he doesn't care about falling in love and having a genuine emotional connection with someone.

- Getting him to drop his emotional walls will take a lot of time and patience. You could have already had plenty of sex, but once he's in love with you and allows himself to love you, it really is a 'first' for him. Didn't realize how sensitive and tender hearted being vulnerable during sex would make him. You'll have to take it slow; paying attention to his body language, and reassuring him plenty because fighting against being unguarded has been second nature to him all of his life. He won't ask for it, but plenty of cuddling and words of affirmation for aftercare will do wonders for him.