#feel free to keep sending asks in i'm still accepting them

[ruebossanova]

professor o'connell: the mini series - 6

college prof!billie x student!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: older!billie x younger!reader, slowslowslow burn, eventual smut, college life, hella tension, quiet/shy reader

summary: liora receives a text from billie, they meet at a coffee shop, they then walk in silence, eventually sitting in a park. billie talks about feeling like she's lost her own voice and teaches to stay near people trying to be real. later, in class, billie avoids liora's gaze, but their hands brush as they exit, creating a subtle shift. that night, liora writes down her raw feelings about billie—that it's real and not a mistake—and gives the folded note inside a book to billie, who accepts it with a knowing look.

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the message came at 11:07 a.m.

billie: are you free later?

liora stared at it for a long time.

not because she didn't know the answer.

but because it felt like a question that had more weight than it wanted to admit.

she typed yes.

then deleted it.

then typed i can be.

and hit send.

billie replied a minute later.

billie: coffee shop on seventh. 4:00. neutral territory.

liora didn't know what to wear.

she changed three times.

settled on something soft — black jeans, loose sweater, her boots with the worn heels. something that didn't try too hard. something that felt like armor and surrender at the same time.

the coffee shop was small, mostly quiet. faint hum of conversation, the clink of mugs on ceramic. she spotted billie in the back — corner booth, long sleeves pushed halfway up, notebook closed beside her, hands wrapped around a mug.

she looked up as liora approached.

smiled. small. unsure.

"hey," billie said.

"hey."

liora sat down. the table between them was sticky in one spot. neither of them commented.

"you order yet?" billie asked.

"no."

"you want something?"

"i'm okay."

a pause.

then billie reached for her mug. sipped.

"thanks for coming."

liora nodded. "thanks for asking."

the small talk was strange. too careful. like walking through a room full of glass.

billie glanced toward the window. "i've been reading your stuff again."

liora's stomach pulled. "yeah?"

"the part you wrote about thunder — and not knowing what to do with it."

liora remembered the line. remembered how hard it had been to write it down without shaking.

"it made me feel unsteady," billie said quietly.

liora's breath caught.

"in a bad way?" she asked.

"no," billie said. "just... true. and i don't always do well with true."

liora looked down at her hands.

"you don't have to say anything back," billie added. "i didn't bring you here to untangle it."

"then why?"

billie's fingers traced the rim of her mug.

"because not everything belongs in the classroom."

their eyes met.

and that was it.

no long speech. no clear resolution.

just that one line.

and something in liora's chest shifted.

like she'd just heard the beginning of something she didn't know how to name. they didn't say let's keep walking.

they just did.

the streetlights buzzed overhead, casting long shadows on the sidewalk. the air smelled like late fall — dry leaves and cold metal. the sky was low and colorless. clouds that didn't move.

billie kept her hands in her pockets. liora kept hers wrapped around a takeout cup she hadn't sipped from once.

they didn't talk at first. the silence wasn't awkward — just suspended. held.

after a few blocks, they veered off down a narrower street, past a laundromat, a closed bakery, a library with the lights still on.

eventually they ended up at the edge of the park.

it was almost empty. just a couple with a dog in the distance, the leash lit by a blinking clip-on light.

they sat on the bleachers near the tennis court. peeling paint. rust on the rails. cold metal under them.

billie stretched her legs out. liora tucked hers underneath.

"you ever feel like you've been playing a role so long," billie said softly, "you start forgetting what your own voice sounds like?"

liora didn't answer right away.

then: "yeah. all the time."

billie nodded, like that answer mattered.

"i think that's why i teach," she said. "not to be the expert. just to stay in the same room as people trying to say something real."

liora looked at her. "you don't think you're real?"

billie smiled, but it was small. bitter. "depends who's watching."

"i'm not watching," liora said. "i'm listening."

billie turned her head.

their eyes met.

something flickered between them.

not heat.

not longing.

something quieter.

recognition.

liora didn't move.

billie didn't either.

but the space between them shifted.

leaned.

tilted.

liora's breath caught. her hand twitched.

then—

she pulled back.

stood up slowly. brushed her hands on her jeans.

"i should go," she said.

billie didn't argue.

just stood too.

walked with her to the edge of the block.

no umbrella this time. no rain.

just open sky.

just silence.

when they reached the crosswalk, billie stopped.

"i'm sorry," she said. not loud. not heavy. just enough.

liora didn't ask what for.

she just nodded.

"me too."

and then she crossed the street.

and didn't look back.

monday came with cold air and a sky like steel.

the hallway outside the classroom buzzed faintly — not with conversation, just presence. students slouched against lockers, headphones in, half-asleep.

liora walked in without pausing this time.

she sat in her usual seat.

billie was already there.

she didn't look up.

just opened her laptop, adjusted the projector, and began.

"today we're looking at repetition," she said. her voice was steady, but quieter than usual. like someone turning the volume down by just a notch.

"not just in lyrics — in form. in feeling. the way people return to the same images when they don't know what else to say."

someone in the back mumbled something about taylor swift. a few students laughed.

billie smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes.

liora took notes mechanically. her pen moved, but her mind didn't.

she could feel the space between them. not just physically. the weight of it. the shift. the way billie avoided looking in her direction once. twice. the way she kept everything light. surface-level.

someone raised a hand. "professor? are you okay? you seem, like... off."

billie glanced up, startled for just a second. then recovered.

"just tired," she said. "long weekend."

liora didn't look at her.

and billie didn't look back.

class moved quickly after that.

a few more questions. a clip of a song. some group chatter about poetic devices in pop music.

when the hour ended, students stood and stretched. chairs scraped. the usual shuffle toward the door.

liora stood too.

as she moved toward the exit, billie was just behind her — too close for it to be comfortable.

their hands brushed.

barely.

but it happened.

skin to skin.

for a second.

liora froze.

so did billie.

neither spoke.

neither looked.

they just kept walking.

but something had changed again.

not much.

just enough.

like a string being pulled tighter.

like the echo of a note that hadn't fully faded. that night, liora didn't open her notebook.

she opened a new document instead.

the cursor blinked at her.

she didn't plan. didn't edit.

she just wrote.

no line breaks.

no metaphors.

no performance.

just this:

i know we're not supposed to. but it doesn't stop me. it doesn't even slow me down. it's not a crush. it's not a mistake. it's not a problem i want to solve. it's just real. and maybe that's worse.

she stared at it for a long time.

then printed it.

folded the page twice. clean, neat.

and slid it between the pages of on earth we're briefly gorgeous — the only book in her bag that felt remotely honest enough to hold something like this.

at their next session — wednesday, late, same room — they didn't talk about what happened in class. or what didn't.

they rehearsed. rewrote a few lines. adjusted a melody.

when they finished, liora pulled the book from her bag and placed it on the desk in front of billie.

no preamble. no explanation.

just a gesture.

"borrow this," she said.

billie looked down at it.

then at her.

something flickered behind her eyes.

she nodded once. slow. like she already knew.

"thank you," she said.

and took the book.

didn't open it.

just held it like she would wait until she was alone.

and maybe scared of what she'd find.

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tags; @bxllxebxtch @st0nerlesb0 @dousleepanymore @mxmsuki @billiescation @angellvk

[shoechoe]

Thinking about Jonathan some more; while I do think he isn't very interesting or particularly filled with depth compared to the other Jojos, the big thing he has going for him is that he's a dude you just can't really hate. He exudes this good vibe that makes you like him despite not being a very unique protagonist, especially when he's surrounded by nasty characters like Dio and the rest of Phantom Blood's tone is somewhat bleak as he's put into tragedy after tragedy. That's probably what makes people so quick to defend him from people calling him a bad protagonist for not being interesting enough- he's just... a likable guy.

[syluriar]

drying hair - sylus x mc reader

sypnosis: literally just sylus drying your hair because he's whipped for you.

a/n: just had this cute thought of sylus drying your hair because for me personally i'm not a fan of it, and that's just one of the reasons why sylus would do it for you, other than that he loves the hell out of you. also not proud how i eneded this, writing has been a bitch latley because my brain won't work with me :( also no grammer check because i'm TIRED.

contains: mc!reader. sylus teasing you but you tease him back. call back to grassland romance. you thinking on your feelings for sylus. just bascially fluff.

word count: 1366

“Can I dry your hair, sweetie?”

It was a simple question, but it made you freeze and look at Sylus, who was towering above you from your seasted position at your desk, hair dryer in hand and ready to go. 

Curiosity filled you at his offer, and other times you would have followed it, bothering Sylus until he either revealed why or you would do your own investigation. 

But your arms were already aching from the towel drying, and you really did want to relax today after a grueling day fighting Wanders and filling reports. You had planned the rest of the day for ultimate relaxation and the only thing that would make it worse was drying your hair, a process you had to admit was not enjoyable for you.

So if you can get out of it, why not? 

“Ok,” You give him a nod. “Sure.”

And Sylus looked…absolutely delighted. His eyes shined and his smile was pure and you pondered why he’s reacting that way to do something for you, then again could you really be surprised? He’s made it known that he is at your beck and call, anything you want he’ll get you. You’re positive that if you asked him that you wanted a specific food item that can only be obtained within it’s country, Sylus would get it for you the next day. 

Those gestures still made you nervous as you weren’t used to such things, but at least now you graciously accept them instead of telling him off and refusing his gifts. Now it was cheeks burning and heart pounding, and your still quite puzzled on how your feelings for him have changed.

You forget about the hair dryer until it’s turned on in his hands, the buzzing pulls you our of your thoughts and focuses on the man now behind you. His free hand threads through your damp hair, fingernails just grazing your skull and you hold back a shiver of delight at the touch. 

“Hold still now, kitten.” 

The warm air hits you like a gentle breeze as Sylus starts the task, his fingers gentle as they part your hair to reach every part, the dryer not staying in one place too long to avoid a burning sensation on your skull. 

With your hands empty, your fingers fidget together, unsure of what to do. You have the twitch you squirm which you fight against, so you keep your eyes down, focusing on the flower pattern on your silk nightgown, another gift from Sylus.

You hear a chuckle lined with amusement that spreads embarrassment through your body. “Head up, sweetie.”

You can imagine the look on his face, that teasing smirk with creased corners at his eyes that holds mirth. You swallow and push back your fluster as you raise your head, your eyes promptly looking back into the mirror and ranking over the state of your hair, only to catch his own staring back at you.

They’re enchanting, like ruby gems that only shine for you. Flowers dead in a field that will only bloom in your presence, something poisonous that is only sweet on your tongue. The way he looks at you was as if you were the only thing that existed in the universe, the way they radiate and all the emotions they hold just for you is…exhilarating. 

A silent gasp leaves your lips when you notice how long you’ve been staring at Sylus through the mirror, and how he’s been staring back. His hand slides from your hair to your bare shoulder, his touch sending a shock of electricity through your body. 

“You’ve been staring for a while, kitten. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

You push the comment, trying not to let him get under your skin. “Just making sure you know what your doing. Messing with my hair isn’t something you should do.”

“Oh?” He’s teasing again, that damn smirk back on his lips. His eyes leave yours as he threads his fingers through your hair again. “I assure you, sweetie, that I would never mess with your hair, or don’t you remember what I said back in the Grasslands?”

“I like your hair.”

Of course you remember that, you remember everything that happened when the two of you were transported to another place, either back in time or another universe, your still not quite sure, but you were thankful for it nonetheless. It was a turning point for your relationship with Sylus, where you allowed the two of you to go closer and accepted that your feelings towards him were growing. 

“...I remember.” Your cheeks burning as you admit it - remember it. His fingers grazed through your hair like he’s doing now. “I also remember you saying that you would work on your braiding skills.”

He hums, which isn’t as off-key as his singing, thankfully. “But to do that I would need a lot of time practicing on your hair to honor my skills.” He looks back at you through the mirror, catching your still eyes. “Would you give me your permission, kitten?”

You imagine it, days of Sylus’ fingers combing through your hair as he braids the threads, tutorials playing as he watches intensely, pins and all sorts on your desk to hold his work in place. You imagine yourself, helping him through it all, teasing him when he’s stuck and cheering him up if something goes wrong.

It feels nice, domestic even. 

You can’t help but smile at it, your stomach filled with butterflies at the thought of doing such things with Sylus. 

“I would.”

He gives a huff of amusement, but the smile on his lips is pure and real. Perhaps he’s been thinking of such things with you, and it makes you feel giddy. 

He goes back to drying your hair and you close your eyes, finally relaxing. You allow yourself to sink into his touch as his fingers comb through your hair, enjoying how gentle and peaceful it makes you feel. 

“All done.” Sylus clicks off the dryer and you open your eyes to look at yourself in the mirror, ranking over the state of your now dried hair

You hum. “Not bad for your first time.”

“I’ll take that,” He chuckles. “Though like I said before, I would need to practice more on you to get it right.”

“You have permission for that as well.”

“Good.” 

His fingers are back in your hair and your amazed how at ease it makes you feel, giving him permission to touch your hair more might be better for yourself rather than him. 

Though you wonder…

You turn and look at him, redness on your cheeks as you retort. “As long as I can do the same to your hair.”

He looks surprised by your words and it makes you feel smug as you don’t get that reaction often. But he finally smiles and cups your cheeks, bringing your face so close to his that his nose brushes against yours. “You can do that and more to me, sweetie. I’ll never say no to you.”

Now your sure your a blushing mess, if not by your burning cheeks, then certainly by your pulsing heart that your positive Sylus hears. 

God, how does this man make you feel this way so easily? 

To hide it all you tease him back. “That’s a pretty big statement to say Sylus. Never say no to me? I wonder how far I can go with that.”

“I look forward to finding out, kitten.” He replies before leaning back, but not before booping your nose. “Now it’s time for bed. I remember a certain someone saying they were going to sleep early to improve their health.”

You don’t even get up from the chair as Sylus has you in his arms in seconds, a squeal of surprise leaving your lips as he carries you to the bed, laying you down gently and settling down beside you.. 

“Rest now.” His arms wrap around your waist, holding you to his chest as you cuddle under the silk sheets. “We have fun days ahead of us, so make sure not to be tired once they come.”

[purinfelix]

you're here, that's the thing ˚⟡˖ ࣪ - franco colapinto

summary: your boyfriend tries his best to make your schedules, as a racer and student, work - even when miles apart w/c: 900

a/n: it's finals season for me and i needed to write something self-indulgent as a break from cramming forgive me 🙏

Being a full-time student was one thing, but being a full-time student in a relationship with an extremely clingy boyfriend, who also happened to be travelling the world to race in Formula One, was a whole other challenge.

You and Franco had had some time to adjust to a long-distance relationship since you started dating, having such different lives, and managed to make it work for the most part. But now, with him having to wholly commit to his racing and finals season rolling around for you, it put a strain on your relationship that neither of you was ready for.

It was a strange paradox - the less free time you had outside of classes and studying, the less you were able to spend talking to him, and the more you wanted just to drop everything and fly to where he was. Your morning texts and voice message updates stopped being enough, and before you knew it you struggled to go longer than an hour studying without sending your boyfriend a message to whine and complain.

You were fully aware of how immature and irresponsible this was, but this awareness did little to stop you. And it didn't exactly help that Franco seemed to share the same sentiment, telling you again and again how hard it was for him as well, how racing seemed almost impossible without you there to cheer him on. It hurt, but the two of you just had to do everything you could to get through it - for you to focus on your studies and for him to try his best at racing.

All this came to a head one Sunday though, the afternoon before one of your final exams and - because of the time difference - the night before Franco's next race. Sitting in your dorm alone, surrounded by piles of textbooks, notes and scattered pens you felt a sudden jolt of vulnerability and before you knew it you were reaching for your phone.

"Can you call?" you typed quickly to your boyfriend, your eyes lighting up upon seeing the three dots begin moving almost instantly.

"My gosh, I was just going to ask you the same thing," he replied, and before you knew it your phone was springing to life with a call from him. Clicking accept, you couldn't help but smile widely at the sight of his face.

"Hi," you say, almost shyly.

"Hi baby, how are you?"

"Good," you pause, "stressed."

He nods understandingly, "You're holding up okay, hm? Taking care of yourself?"

"Of course, Franco," you laugh at his almost motherly concern, "and you?"

"Nervous, of course."

"Well, that makes two of us." You pause after speaking, for some reason this call is turning out less enjoyable and more awkward than you hoped.

"I'm sorry, I'm just really tired," you hear your boyfriend say and when you look up you can definitely see it, his eyelids half closing over deep, dark circles under them.

"Do you want to sleep? I have to study anyways."

You watch as he chews his bottom lip, thinking of what to say though once he finally talks his voice is small, almost like a confession. "But I wanted to talk to you."

"We are talking Franco, and we can talk tomorrow once you rest."

This doesn't seem to quell his worries though, his brows still knitted in thought. "I just feel so useless knowing that you're struggling and stressed and I can't even keep you company like I normally do."

You nod sympathetically until an idea pops into your head. "We can keep the call on, carry me over to your bed - you'll sleep and I'll study."

Even through the fatigue pulling him down, Franco nods enthusiastically, doing as you say. You watch him sink into the plush white bedsheets of whatever hotel he's in, and whilst you feel a little jealous at his ability to rest right now, you turn back to your desk and start pulling out your notes.

"You'll be okay," you hear him mumble.

"What do you mean?"

"With your exams," he smiles sleepily, eyes flitting as he watches you pick up your highlighters and pens, "you're the smartest person I know."

"I don't know how much that's saying, you didn't even finish high school baby."

"Hey! I was trying to be nice," he says, feigning offence though there's a soft smile across his face.

"You're right, I'm sorry," you laugh, "you'll be okay as well, with your race tomorrow."

"I hope so."

"I know so."

"I wish you were here," he sighs, looking at you earnestly and all you can do is give him a nod in agreement.

"But for now," you wave your pen to hint at the fact that you need to get back to cramming and he seems to get the hint.

"Right, right, you won't even know I'm here," he assures you.

And despite that, the entire night passes without you once forgetting it. Not that he's distracting or anything, in fact he falls asleep mere minutes after telling you that - leaving you to work peacefully for the rest of the night. Instead, his presence, even as he sleeps, even through a screen and halfway across the world, is enough. You find yourself smiling as you study because maybe having a long-distance boyfriend, even one as clingy as Franco, has been a blessing in disguise all this time.

[revelboo]

I'm soooo obsessed with 'Skin and Bones' it makes me look stupid. I daydream about it at work lmao. Honestly fantastic

For me, it’s as fun to write soft Megatron as it is to write feral TFP Megs. Mass displaced mech 18+ 🌶️

Skin and Bones Pt 9- extended cut

IDW Megatron x Reader

Servos trembling as they curl into fists, he shrugs off Soundwave’s hand on his shoulder. Knows the communications officers is concerned, but the energon splattered on his hands and chassis isn’t his. It rarely ever is.

“Leave me,” he growls, wishing he could gentle his tone. But that fury is a living thing inside his spark. Another failed coup to put down. It’s not like it’s anything new, but he’s just so tired of it and violence is the only way to keep his throne. The only thing his followers respect and he hadn’t been able to temper his blows, because betrayal always brings out the worst in him. Those memories always too close to the surface.

Drags him right back to the gladiator pits, struggling and clawing just to survive, because one wrong move will cost his life. Never being able to relax, not even during recharge. Being the strongest had placed a target on his head. Made him plenty of enemies.

And finally alone, that rage shakes him, sinking into his spark. Because everything he’s done has been for them. Fighting for freedom, to not be leashed by the aristocracy ever again. Dragging his chair away from his desk, he slings it across the room. Wants to tear the walls down around him, but it’s the sharp cry from his berth that freezes him. Chains that fury.

Spark constricting as he realizes he’d forgotten all about you. Head turning, he finds you pressed against the wall on his berth, eyes wide with fear. Seeing the real him for the first time, the angry mech who’d fought so hard just to survive, who’d grown bitter and determined. And you’re terrified.

“Little one,” he growls, voice too rough still as he approaches. The chair didn’t land anywhere near you, but he’s been so careful to not show you the worst of him, because around you he can relax. Remember that there were times before the fights that weren’t easy by any means, but were almost happy. Companionship found with the other miners, a sense of family that had been taken from him. Reaching out a hand, he doesn’t try to touch you as you flinch back, little hands curled against yourself. Afraid if he tries to touch you, it’ll send you running. And he’s afraid of what he’ll do in turn if you reject him. He’s just so tired of it all, but you give him comfort. A little spot of trusting warmth.

Eyes shiny, you look from his outstretched hand to his face. Slowly letting out a breath and coming to him to lay a warm palm on his servo. Still trusting him even if you’re scared.

“Everything okay?” You ask, looking up at him as a single tear slides down your cheek and you reach up to scrub it away. Afraid, but asking him if he’s okay and your concern aches in his spark.

Knows how dangerous it is after the brawl he’d just had. If anyone comes looking for him, if they get past their fear and come at him together? Knows he shouldn’t risk it even as he places his ped on the berth, leaning forward and mass shifting. Closing the distance between you as he shrinks and seeing your eyes widen as he carefully grips your little hand. Even like this, you’re so much smaller than he is, fragile. But as you look up at him, he’s snared by those eyes, the little flecks of color in them he’s never noticed.

“You’re little. Smaller,” you whisper with a soft, awkward laugh, eyes dropping to stare at his hand gripping yours. “Didn’t know you could do that.”

He needs to see those eyes again, his free hand reaching to cup your soft cheek and tip your face up. Feeling when you lay your palm on his hand as he slides a servo along your cheek. Accepting his touch despite the faint tremor he can still feel, those trusting eyes seeing him. The good and the bad, and not running. Venting sharply when his touch leaves a smear of energon on your cheek, marking your skin with his sins.

Because that’s what he’s always done, isn’t it? Every time he reaches out, he just ends up destroying what he’s trying to protect.

He’s frozen, those red optics fixed on his servos against your cheek as you try to calm your racing heart. That had been the other side of the coin, the vicious warlord that the Seekers had whispered about. Feared. Red optics glowing, denta bared as he’d seized his chair in energon wet hands and thrown it. That hatred twisting his face mixed with despair, cutting you so deeply, piercing the fear.

Those wet servos are touching you, dampening your skin. And he’s just staring, venting raggedly like he’s about to lose it all over again. That’s what makes you catch his hand between both of yours when he tries to snatch it away. Eyes dropping as he hesitates and you pull, turning yourself so your back is to him, his arm under yours and pinned to your body. So you can examine that big hand. “I like when you touch my cheek or play with my hair,” you begin, unsure of how to say what you need to, what he needs to hear. Playing with a servo to curl it slightly and amazed that he’s letting you. “These hands don’t scare me, they’re warm against me when I sleep. They’re strong, but they keep me safe.”

“They destroy, too,” he murmurs.

He’s so close he’s almost touching you and you feel the warmth of him when he vents and it stirs your hair. “Mine can, too.”

He huffs out what might be a bitter laugh at that, but he would think you’re too little, too fragile to do any harm. Giving in, you lean back into him. Soaking in his warmth and safety and realizing how attached to him you are. That you like that rumbling voice, like those big, gentle hands. It’s not like you’d ever deluded yourself into thinking he was safe, but he’d made you feel seen and cherished. He’d felt safe even knowing what he was and what he’s capable of.

“I’m not afraid of you.” Tugging his hand up, you press a kiss against the center of his palm. You can’t look at him, can’t risk seeing the surprise or worse, the disgust on his face. Cause to him, you’re a pet. A weird little alien he adopted as his. So you brace yourself when he turns you, those red optics searching your face.

“You should be,” he says, cupping your face in those warm hands. “I terrify myself.” And his head dips, his mouth brushing against yours.

More of a question than a kiss, a warm stroke of his lips against yours and he’s lifting his head. Going up on tiptoes as warmth spreads through you, you catch his helm and drag him back so you can mold your own mouth to his. Wanting this, him even though it’s crazy. You’re two very different species, but being held by him, drowsing to the thrum of his spark under you, it feels like coming home. And you want all of it. Want to hang on with both hands so you’re not left alone again, because after him? You might not survive that loneliness.

His glossa slides against the seam of your lips entering when you part for him. Those big hands sliding over you, dragging you closer as your feet leave the ground. His mouth moves against yours in a hungry demand and one of his arms cages you to him.

Your mouth is all heat and hunger against his, those soft hands clinging to him as if afraid he might stop. Even if he’d wanted to, he’s not sure he could now. Because you’d reached out, taken what you wanted and given him permission to do the same. No, there’s no stopping until he takes everything he can, loses himself in whatever comfort you’ll allow him. Because you? There’s no conniving or plotting in those warm eyes. Pinning you to his frame, he goes down on his knees and lays you down under him, head lifting slightly so he can find those eyes. Reassure himself that he can have this without destroying what little he has.

“Don’t go,” you whisper, face flushed as you reach for him and how can he deny you?

Slowly so he doesn’t scare you, he finds the bottom edge of your shirt and slides it up to reveal soft skin. “I’m here,” he says and you smile faintly, little hands moving to help him strip you. And only then, bare underneath him, do you avoid his optics as he surfs a palm against you, mapping you out with his servos. “Look at me.” It’s a demand and not as gentle as he’d meant, but you hesitantly meet his optics. “We’re very different.”

“I know,” you say, reaching up to skim your fingers over his chassis in barely there touches. As if not sure if you’re allowed.

Catching your wrist, he presses your palm more firmly against him. “I like those differences.” Shifting slightly, he continues his slow exploration. Finding where he can touch you to make you shiver, squirm away, or gasp. Then his servos find you, cup you and stroke that wet heat. Realizing that as different as you are, it feels like you’re made for him as he presses a servo inside you and you arch. Primus, help him as he frees his spike. Needing to be buried deep inside you even as he strokes that servo deep.

“Don’t stop,” you protest when he pulls his hand away and he laughs softly. He can’t even if you asked him to as he shifts to cover you. Little eyes widening as you feel his spike slide against you, then slowly press inside. “Oh.”

You’re so tight and wet wrapped around his spike as he sheaths himself. He can feel you clench on him before you relax and soften as he cups your cheek. Rocks himself against you with a growl, savoring the feel of you. “I love those differences,” he snarls, beginning to move against you. Hips driving urgently against yours, still wound up with that anger from earlier. Taking that frustration out on you, claiming you rougher than he intended. And you hold onto him, murmuring against his neck. Right there, please, his name, falling almost mindlessly from your lips against the mesh of his neck. Accepting him even like this when you deserve gentle and soft.

And when you cry out and tighten on him, he keeps rutting against you. Denta bared as he thrusts and chases you over that edge. Feeling you milk his spike as he buries himself deep and releases. Claiming you as his. Needing you and those soft hands that had reached out, those eyes that had seen him and not turned away. Knows he doesn’t deserve you, but wants to hold onto this as long as you’ll trust yourself to him, because you feel more like home than anywhere he’s ever been.

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You know in your Jinshi and maomao yandere series, how'd you think they'd react if it was reader who was kidnapped in the show clan arc?

Yandere!Maomao X Reader X Yandere!Jinshi Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere! tw: abduction themes I’m not very familiar with this story arc, so I made the kidnapping theme a bit more general.

They would (both go completely insane, lol) join forces and launch an investigation. They’d start with a classic examination of the "crime scene," looking for clues that might hint at where you could have gone. Maomao would use her knowledge to make the search more effective, while Jinshi would focus on witnesses, questioning everyone who last saw you.

If bringing you back turns out to be more difficult than they initially expected, Maomao wouldn’t hesitate to ask her father for help. (Luohan Han would be so thrilled to get involved that he wouldn’t even ask unnecessary questions.) Right after the initial inspection, she’d ask for a dog to be brought in, hoping the animal could pick up your scent. Throughout the entire search, she'd constantly blame herself for leaving you unattended and allowing this to happen.

Jinshi, much like in the canonical situation with Maomao’s kidnapping, would still be heavily restricted by his status. He’d want to use every resource available but would fear revealing his secret and making it obvious that you mean more to him than anyone else. If the kidnappers were to discover your value to him, they’d definitely use it against him.

Throughout the process, the two of them would be completely honest with each other. They’d share every piece of new information and theory. Their goal is simple: to bring you back as quickly as possible. Competing with each other or withholding facts would only get in the way.

If a ransom is demanded, Jinshi would meet the kidnappers’ conditions without hesitation—as long as he’s sure you’ll actually be released afterward.

And if all of their efforts still aren’t enough, and they both start to lose hope, Jinshi would be willing to take the ultimate risk and ask the Emperor for help. He’d reveal the truth about you. It’s unlikely the prince would face serious consequences, but a harsh conversation would probably follow, reminding him of his place in the palace. Jinshi would accept the help without hesitation, even if it meant being removed from his position as overseer of the inner palace. Even if he were ordered to send you away once you’re found, he would make sure to arrange a safe, comfortable place for you. And in that case, he’d give up. He might even send Maomao with you, to keep watch and protect you.

The guy would be utterly crushed. He’d accept the heartbreaking condition—to never contact you again—if it meant knowing you’re safe and well.

Taglist: @iamrgo, @hellishdevotee, @levifiance, @bloodypawzies, @greensunflowerjuna, @jackiebluh, @thefawnmadeofstars,

(I'm tagging these people in a fic that isn’t an official part of the series, but its concept is directly inspired by it. I assumed you might still enjoy it, but if you’d prefer to only be tagged in the main series and not in related fics, feel free to let me know! 💙)

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Devil's Snare part.3

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Description: Aemond tests his handmaiden's resolve not to fall in love with him and might just be rewarded for his efforts. But rumours surrounding the dismissal of Aemond's previous handmaiden threaten to derail their budding romance.

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Writer's note: Thank you so so much to everyone who follows this story. Your comments genuinely make my day 🥺. Aware Aemond has been fighting for his life to get Y/N to love him at an absolutely glacial pace...hopefully this will make up for the slow-burn thus far ;) Also I got carried away so there will definitely be a part 4 if everyone still cares for it.

Warnings: female reader, slight mention of blood/injury detail, slight angst, Aemond has some anger issues, mention of Granny Vhagar, potentially ooc Aemond (though I stand by him being a total sweetheart with the person he loves), so long it's not even funny anymore.

Y/N felt a headache coming on, though she could not tell whether it was from contending with her conflicting feelings for Prince Aemond or if she was coming down with an illness.

Of late, the Prince had become bolder and always seemed to be touching her or inhabiting her space in some small way, as if tethered to her by some string she could not see. Although he never crossed the boundaries of what was appropriate and seemed to always be watching for her response. His hand would graze the small of her back as he reached round her to take a book from his shelves or his fingers would brush against hers as she handed him a goblet of wine. Before, he had always sat across from her in his favoured chair when she came to him with questions of what she was reading with Helaena, or he simply asked her to sit and talk with him.  Now he had begun to sit beside her on a chaise, close enough that their arms and thighs pressed together and his knee brushed against hers as he turned towards her to speak.

Only the other day, when the Princess had beckoned him over to look at Y/N's needlepoint on a dress she was mending for Helaena, he had positioned himself right behind her seat, one arm falling upon the arm rest, and leaned over her shoulder close enough for her to feel the reverberation of his chest as he spoke, sending her heart racing. "I am blessed to have a handmaiden that is both pretty and skilled in equal measure, sister." She rarely felt his eye stray from her when they were together in his chambers or Helaena's, and felt his gaze even as they crossed paths in the halls of the Keep during the day.

There were few periods of silence between them as from the moment she entered his chambers, Aemond would be asking her all sorts of questions about herself and about her day. Nothing was too insignificant for he seemed to want to know everything. And so she found herself complaining to him of his brother Aegon's new manservant who had begun to develop airs and graces, ordering the handmaidens about, much to her chagrin. Realising Aemond had been silent for a long time, Y/N began to feel slightly self-conscious she'd been boring him.

"I apologise, my prince. I'm wittering on about nothing."

She turned from him, feigning organising the items on his desk though she had already rearranged them earlier that day. She heard his soft tread approaching her before his hand covered one of hers to stop her movements. "Everything you have to say is important to me." His hand wrapped more fully around her own as he brought their joint hands towards him. Y/N knew she should pull away, that she shouldn't accept such intimate touches from the Prince, but she couldn't bring herself to do so, her own feelings for him having spread like wildfire despite her best intentions. Aemond graced her with a conspiratorial grin, leaning down to chase her eyes as they nervously flitted from him to the tapestries over his shoulder. "Would you like me to dispatch him for you?"

Y/N snorted at his jest and immediately covered her mouth with her free hand, embarassed that the sound had escaped her in front of the Prince. Aemond only chuckled and pulled her hand from her mouth so he had both gripped in between them. "Pease do not try to suppress your laughter around me, little one. I am gladdened to have been the cause of such a sweet sound." Y/N was certain she was blushing furiously at the Prince's attentions. Seeming to sense that his handmaiden was feeling overwhelmed, Aemond gently squeezed her hands before releasing her, only to raise his hand to brush a lock of hair behind her ear. "I hope to see you in the morning, Y/N, before I leave to train. That will be all for this evening." Y/N only nodded at the Prince, slightly dazed by his tender touch as she gazed at his handsome features. She found herself wanting to trace the contours of his face with her hand, to run her fingers along his cheekbone. Aemond's smile only grew in response, prompting Y/N to inwardly shake herself and turn to leave. When she reached the door she chanced a glance back to find him still watching her as if expecting her to turn back to him. His knowing smirk had her quickly flipping back round to exit his chambers.

As the morning sun cast a warm glow upon the Red Keep and its inhabitants began to waken, Aemond awaited the arrival of his lovely handmaiden to see him off before he left for the training yard. He was satisfied with the progress he had made to endear Y/N to him. Since he'd realised she at least harboured some attraction for him, he'd continuously tried to test the waters of her feelings, hoping with time their currents should strengthen into something more substantial, that she would come to reciprocate his love for her. He did not wish to make Y/N uncomfortable, ever aware of her shyness, or for her to feel duty bound to accept his touch. So he analysed her reactions carefully each time he initiated any physical contact with her or paid her compliments. Every time she simply blushed as he purposefully brushed his arm against hers, instead of shifting away from him, a gratified smile would ghost onto his face. Her reactions renewed him with confidence, assuring him that his attentions were not unwanted, his pursuit of her not without hope.

Looking up with a smile as the door to his chambers opened, his face fell as a different handmaiden entered than the one his heart yearned for. A heavy feeling of dread came over him almost immediately. Had something happened to Y/N. Was she unwell? Had she been mysteriously dismissed as his previous handmaiden had been? When the new handmaiden could not provide him with an explanation of Y/N's absence, he stormed from the room in the hopes that his sister Helaena might have knowledge of Y/N's whereabouts.

"Do you know where Y/N is? She did not attend to her duties this morning."

Helaena looked up from the tapestry she was sewing, alarmed by the abruptness of her brother's arrival and the slightly demanding tone of his questioning. "She complained of a headache yesterday and I sent her back to the servant's quarters to rest when she felt well enough to stand. Mayhaps it still ails her."

Aemond felt his chest constrict with worry and his voice came out quieter than he would have liked at his fears having been realised. "She is unwell? Should I go to her, ensure she is comfortable and being cared for?"

Helaena rose to take his hand "Most assuredly not, brother. It would only raise unwanted questions from the household staff and Y/N should be left to rest. Perhaps send her a token of your affectation instead, do you know which flowers she favours?"

Aemond nodded at her suggestion, his sister was wise and he trusted her judgement, though he knew others were quick to ignore her. "Of course, she has expressed a preference for bluebells."

Helaena's eyes glazed over as she considered this and Aemond patiently waited for her to share what she was thinking. "I believe you can find some on the eastern side of the Blackwater. I spotted them while flying overhead with Dreamfyre."

Aemond swiftly raised his sister's hand to his lips.

"Thank you, sister. I will ride out with Vhagar hence."

At the scratchy feel of her throat that had swiftly accompanied her headache, and the nausea that washed over Y/N in Helaena's room, she realised she was in fact ill. Awaking the next morning, she felt even worse than she had the day before, finding it difficult to move her head without pain and she groaned quietly as she rose from her bed to prepare for the day. It took her one attempt to stand to realise she would not be able to work that day, as a wave of dizziness sent the room spinning and she fell ungracefully back onto her bed.

"You look terrible. Are you sick?"

Y/N raised her head just enough to look at her friend Celeste.

"I feel terrible too. Can you ask the matron to find a replacement handmaiden for me today?"

Celeste nodded before grinning at Y/N. "Oh but how will Prince Aemond do without his favourite handmaiden?"

"I don't know what you mean" Y/N rolled her eyes at her friend, causing her to scoff.

"Don't give me that. I've seen the way he looks at you when we pass him in the halls." Y/N blinked in surprise that anyone else had noticed Aemond's regard for her, that it was not just a figment of her wishful thinking.

"How does he look at me?"

"Y/N, he only looks at you. I rarely see him cast his gaze elsewhere."

Y/N suddenly felt grateful for her fever, as she was able to use it as an excuse for her flushed cheeks.

A light tap against the door of her shared room woke Y/N in the late afternoon. Pulling herself up, though her limbs felt heavy as lead, she opened the door to be met by a young squire holding a large bouquet of bluebells.

"Prince Aemond wished these to be delivered to you."

Carefully taking the flowers from the squire and thanking him, she shut the door. Leaning down to smell the fragrant perfume of her flowers, Y/N smiled at the Prince's thoughtfulness and care for her.

Aemond felt sick with worry, he'd not heard any news of Y/N for days and he was beginning to think he'd have to fall back back on his original plan to go down to the servant's quarters and check on Y/N himself. The soft click of his chamber door opening had his head snapping up as it did everytime, just in case it was Y/N. His heart soared at the sight of the very object of his thoughts on the threshold. Aemond strode up to her, taking her smaller hand in both of his, his expression one of gentle concern.

"Have you been very unwell?"

His handmaiden looked somewhat bashful under his steady gaze, but he found he could not look away, even to save her from embarrassment. His eye flitted rapidly over her face to memorise her features oncemore, not having seen her in several days.

"I am well now, I apologise for my absence." Y/N titled her head up to smile softly at him, causing his heart to stutter. "I must thank you for the flowers you sent. They were beautiful and brightened my day."

Aemond squeezed her hand gently in response, his heart gladdened that his gift had been so well received. He leant down to whisper teasingly in her ear.

"I will gladly bring you as many flowers as should please you if you will only smile at me so prettily."

Aemond chuckled at the look of shock on his handmaiden's face, releasing her from his hold and grabbing his sword, giving her a chance to collect herself. "I am headed to meet with Ser Criston, but I hope to continue our conversation later."

Aemond paid no mind to the audience that had gathered as he continued to parry every blow that Ser Criston levelled at him. His concentration was broken, however, when he spotted his handmaiden in his peripheral vision walking through the training yard, basket in hand. He noted that she had stopped to watch and threw himself into the duel with greater fervour, wishing to impress her. In a brief moment of distraction, as he redirected his attention back to Y/N to gauge her reaction to his swordsmanship, Criston's sword nicked his torso. Aemond hissed in pain, looking down to see blood beginning to spread across his tunic, though he did not think it could be deep. Criston lowered his sword immediately, panicked at having actually injured Aemond, who he'd come to see almost like a son. He had expected him to block his blow easily, not having counted on the Prince's distraction.

Y/N ran to Prince Aemond's chambers, tripping over her skirts in her haste. She'd heard of his injury in the training yard and could barely contain her concern as news of it flew about the Keep. She felt a flash of embarrassment as she remembered how she'd stopped to watch Prince Aemond duel with Ser Criston, impressed by his skill as he seemed to dance around his opponent. Though she'd left before he had been injured and needed to confirm for herself that he was not badly harmed. Flinging open the door without knocking, she burst into the room panting for breath. "My Prince, are you..."

The rest of Y/N's words got away from her as her eyes fell upon the Prince in question sitting on the edge of his bed, shirtless. She cast her eyes over the Prince's bandaged chest and torso, looking for his injury, but realised she'd been staring for far longer than was appropriate and quickly looked back up at his face to find him smirking at her. He could not be so gravely injured if he was still able to manage that, Y/N thought, embarassed by her own wandering eyes.

"Come here, Y/N."

Aemond's voice pulled Y/N towards him without her ever realising she'd been moving, although she stopped at a respectable distance away from him.

"Closer Y/N, I will not bite."

Y/N grew immediately suspicious of the mirth in the Prince's good eye and his teasing tone, but she took the final few tentative steps until she was positioned directly in front of him.

Aemond positively grinned up at her. "You are welcome to look."

Y/n's mouth fell open in shock at his meaning and she was certain she must look like a fish with her gawking. The Prince gave her no time to refute his allegation of staring, though in truth she had been. She could not deny even to herself that she found him beautiful.

"It is your fault after all." This startled her. How could he blame her for his injury? She had not swung the sword at him.

"My fault? What can you mean, My Prince?"

"I was merely distracted by your beauty, a stroke of luck for Ser Criston who could not have bested me otherwise."

Y/N took the time to swallow thickly, feeling slightly dizzy.

"You should not say such things, it is inappropriate. You are a Prince and I am a servant girl."

Aemond surveyed her for a moment, his eye trained on her face as he looked up at her.

"Does it make you uncomfortable?"

Y/N knew she should tell Aemond that yes, it did make her uncomfortable, pretend she didn't feel anything for him. That would have been the sensible thing to do. But she could not bring herself to lie anymore. Not when he was looking at her as if she placed the moon and the stars in the sky each night. Rather, as if she were both the moon and the stars for him.

"No."

"Then I do not care."

Aemond snaked a hand around her waist and pulled her towards him so abruptly that their knees knocked together and her hands fell onto his bare shoulders to steady herself. When he received no objection from the lady, Aemond wrapped his other arm around Y/N and pulled her down onto his lap. Tilting his head down, his nose grazing against her collarbone, he spoke against her skin.

"I always want you this close."

The door opened abruptly as the maestor entered the threshold. Y/N rose quickly, practically ripping herself from Aemond's arms, cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the position he'd found her in with the Prince. Head down to avoid seeing the judgement in the maestor's eyes, she sped past him without looking back. Though she still heard Aemond angrily shouting at the maestor for "scaring her" as she strode down the hall and an involuntary smile rose on her face.

Y/N tried to clear her thoughts of Aemond, but the terrible rumour she'd just been made privy to by Helaena's maid sent all of the feelings she'd tried so hard to repress bubbling back up to the surface. She had just begun to give into his pursuit of her only to find out he had pursued his previous handmaiden in the same manner, leaving her with child and dismissed from the household staff, so the rumours went. In hindsight, she'd been foolish to believe the Prince could ever truly care for her, feel anything deeper for her than mere attraction. Perhaps it was the chase itself he valued and she felt an uncharacteristic rage rise within her at such callousness.

Brusquely entering the Prince's chambers, she ignored the way his eyes lit up at the sight of her and the way he rose to greet her from where he'd been reading. She pretended not to notice, side stepping him with a simple "Good evening, My Prince", to begin lighting candles, the light of the day having waned. Aemond caught her wrist, stopping her in her movements, and gently turned her towards him.

"Has something happened? Have I done something to displease you for you to act so distant?" He raised his hand to brush some hair out of her eyes but Y/N recoiled from his touch, side stepping him again.

"I do not wish you to touch me. I have been made aware of your last handmaiden's fate and do not seek to follow her."

Aemond's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his jaw clenching. "I do not know of what you speak, Y/N."

Y/N heard her own anger and sense of betrayal seeping into her biting retort. "Would you so soon forget her? Did she not bear your child. Was she not promptly dismissed by the Queen for it?"

As her words registered, Aemond's face blazed with indignation and he spoke through gritted teeth.

"You think me such a villain? That I would be capable of such depravity?"

"I do not pretend to know the ways of a Prince."

Aemond's voice was colder than she had ever heard it, though tinged by a note of insecurity. "I never did such a thing. Indeed, I have no idea as to why my mother dismissed the handmaiden, only that it was not of my own doing."

Y/N searched his face for the truth of his denial, but she could not find it within herself to believe the Prince could want her when he could have a noble lady or a princess if he wished. And she could not shake her suspicions as a result.

"It does not make sense for you to have behaved as you have towards me. What possible other reason could you have for pursuing a lowly servant girl?"

"So this is what you think of me? That I am a monster who preys on the hearts of young maidens only to ruin them?"

Y/N startled at the unbridled rage on the Prince's face. When Aemond's fist swung out and connected with the nearby cabinet Y/N shrieked and turned her head to the side, bracing for a blow that never came. A few moments of silence passed before she dared to look up. Aemond was looking at her with his mouth parted in shock as if she had struck him instead. "Did you think I would strike you?" His voice came out softer now, though this did no good to calm her nerves, which were still on high alert. She tried to brush away the tears that were rapidly forming and causing her vision to blur, not wanting to feel any more vulnerable than she already did. At the sight of her tears, Aemond took a step towards her, his arms held out as if to comfort her. "Please don't cry my love, I would never harm you." She took a frantic step away from him, cowering against the wall closest to the door. A look of acute pain fell across Aemond's face and he halted where he stood, arms falling back down to his side. She could see his fingers twitch slightly, as if it was only with a concerted effort that he was able to stay where he stood instead of going to her. Y/N hated the note of hysteria that laced her voice as she breathlessly gasped out her next words. "Can I leave?"

Aemond's head fell and she heard him take a sharp intake of breath before looking back into her eyes. His movements slow and considered, he opened the door for her and stepped aside to let her pass, though she heard a slight tremble in his voice. "I would never keep you here against your will." Y/N judged that he was telling the truth from the sincerity in his eye and all but ran from his chambers.

When Y/N entered his chambers the next morning, Aemond tried to apprehend her to apologise, to ask for her forgiveness. He had felt so hurt, so angry that there was a possibility Y/N should think of him as negatively as others seemed to, when he valued her opinion of him above all others. He'd purposefully made himself a formidable warrior, someone to be feared and respected, in response to the indignities and abuse he faced as a child. But he had never wanted Y/N to be afraid of him. He had only spoken her name before she rushed out "I only came to make my survey of the room and take the empty goblets, My Prince." Aemond was silenced by the trace of panic in her voice, how she should feel so afraid that she flew about the room to complete her duties and be free of him as soon as possible.

The following day Aemond had looked up hopefully at the sound of his door to see another maid entirely enter his chambers. On the third evening, Aemond did not expect to see Y/N, beginning to fear she might never feel comfortable to seek him out again. He resolved that if another day passed he would have to storm down to the servant's quarters to apologise to her if she would not come to him. It had been torture to be without her, so accustomed was he to seeing her everyday, and he felt he could go mad from missing her. Worse still was the knowledge that he had frightened her so severely that she should think he would harm her. The very thought struck horror into his heart and his head fell into his hands.

Y/N felt somewhat cowardly feigning illness so she did not have to see Aemond, another maid stepping in to fulfill her duties instead. But she had learnt the truth of his previous handmaiden's departure from the Princess Helaena, that she had indeed fallen pregnant, but with the child of her sweetheart who she promptly married. And now she felt ashamed at having levelled such awful accusations at the Prince. He had only ever been kind and a gentleman to her, only ever respected her boundaries and made sure she was comfortable with each one of his advances. Surely he would not wish to see her again. And yet she felt she must at least apologise for her part before requesting a new post.

Around the Hour of the Bat, a slight creak of wood alerted Aemond to his chamber door opening. He shot up from his seated position at seeing his beloved standing in the doorframe, her hand gripping the handle as if prepared to bolt at the slightest provocation. He cursed himself at his rapid movements, which had caused Y/N's eyes to widen and her to take a step back away from him. He wished he could pull her to him, hold her and tell her over and over that he would never harm her. But he knew that assuring her of this would require a much more delicate approach. Her name fell from his lips as a reverant whisper "Y/N."

Something in his expression or voice seemed to calm Y/N enough for her to softly close the door behind her and take a few tentative steps forward. Though, with grief in his heart, he noted how she would not meet his eye. Her voice came out so quiet and timid he could hardly bear the evidence of the fear he had wrought in the one person he wished to protect and care for above all else.  "You are not still angry?"

Aemond took one step forward and then another as he watched carefully for any signs of distress, aware she was like to be flighty. He approached until he was close enough to touch her, though he refrained from doing so just yet. "I was wrong to raise my voice at you, and to lash out so that you should think I would strike you. Your misapprehensions were entirely understandable and I bitterly regret being so blinded by anger that should never have been directed at you, the one I love."

Y/N's eyes shot up at his words, her brows pulled together quizzically. "You love me?"

Aemond smiled sadly down at her. "I adore you. I am sorry indeed if I have not expressed this clearly enough."

Gently taking one of her hands in his own he started to pull her towards the chaise in the centre of the room. She followed without complaint but still looked wary of him. Once she was sat, he knelt before her and took both of her hands in his this time. Aemond tried to endow each of his words with weight to express the truth of his love for her as he gazed into her face. "If you can find it in yourself to forgive me Y/N, I will make you a promise now that I will never again raise my voice to you, nor will I ever comport myself in such a brutish manner before you. I would never harm you, my sweet girl" He slowly raised a hand to rest it on her cheek. "You are most precious to me. I wish only to see you happy and safe, for you to let me love you. If you permit it I would make you my Lady Wife. But, if you do not think you can ever feel safe in my presence again and you wish to part from me I will try to bear it."

Aemond feared he had mispoken when Y/N's eyes watered until her head fell forward to rest on his shoulder. His hands rose up slowly to hold her against him, one hand tenderly placed against the back of her head. He waited patiently for Y/N to speak but felt relief roll over him at the thought that she had looked to him for comfort. "I love you, Aemond."

He gripped her to him tighter, feeling that no words could be sweeter to him. He had hoped for so long to hear her say those words, for her to return his love and yet now he still feared he might lose her. Aemond tried not to panic and hold Y/N more steadfastly against him as she pulled back to look at him seriously, seemingly now in control of her emotions, her face level with his. "I want to trust you, to trust in your intentions. I will believe you if you say you love me as I know now that I was wrong about your previous handmaiden. But you must realise I am a servant. Can you really wish to marry me? "

Aemond beamed at Y/N as he realised she did not wish to cast him aside, that he could still acquit himself to her and prove his intentions. Smiling at her, his eye softening, he raised his arms to place them on either side of her. "It is my greatest and most earnest desire that you become my wife. You would no longer be a servant but my Lady" He hesitated for a moment, thinking of how he could put into words his devotion to her. "I wish only to continue in your light." Aemond lightly trailed a hand down her arm, his heart beating erratically as he awaited Y/N's answer. Aemond stilled as she raised her own hand to rest against his cheek, worried that the slightest movement from him would cause her to reconsider her actions. Leaning into her hand he placed his own atop to hold hers in place and briefly closed his eyes in bliss at her touch so willingly given. "Then I will marry you."

Aemond wasted no time in sweeping Y/N back into his arms, letting out a laugh as the pressing weight of her potential rejection lifted, leaving behind only joy in her acceptance of his love. When he felt her gently push against his shoulders he immediately pulled back, concerned he'd somehow misread the situation and only dreamed she had agreed to marry him. His mind quickly quietened at her loving gaze, only to begin racing again as she unexpectedly pressed a chaste peck to his lips. Y/N had hoped to convey her own feelings for Aemond by initiating a kiss, but she immediately felt embarassed at her own inexperience, sure she had not done it correctly. Aemond was only too happy to take control, feeling an overwhelming sense of affection rise in him at her innocent gesture and the bashful look on her face. Smiling at her, he pulled her to him to capture her lips with his. Aemond tightened his hold on her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck to bring him closer.

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Candy Girl 7

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as cheating, age gap, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: as you’re about to take the next step with your boyfriend, doubts begin to arise. (short!plus!reader)

Characters: Thor (boyfriend’s dad/silverfox)

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself. <3

Thor gets you settled in what was once Modi's room. You're too worn out to stay awake, even as your mind races well after you're asleep. Your dreams are smeared with images of Magni's betrayal. You see Sheena and him interlocked then all at once, the scene changes. It's not them. But it's you and Thor. You sit up with a start and gasp.

You're all messed up. It's your first heartbreak. They say that's always the worst one.

Is it really over? You could talk this through. No. Even you have more pride than that. You can never look at Magni again. Not how you did before.

You lay in bed a while as the soft sunlight ripples in between the curtains. You sigh. You sit up and look around. You gotta go home. There's just one hitch; your car.

You emerge from the bedroom with a knot in your stomach and the same clothes as the day before. You can smell coffee. You don't know if you're relieved that Thor's already awake or not.

You go downstairs slowly, careful to keep your steps light. You can hear his deep voice wafting off-key over the drone of a Fleetwood Mac classic. You find him with his broad back to you, stirring with a wooden spoon.

"Morning," you eke out.

A glop of batter flies off the spoon as he rips it from the bowl and turns to face you in surprise. He gives a guilty grin and hurries to turn down the small red speaker. He grabs the dish towel and mops up the mess on the tile.

"I didn't hear you. Did I wake you?" He asks. "I was hoping to surprise you with breakfast."

It's a strange sight. He looks even bigger with the apron tied around him. It's too small for him. You're not sure it's his. It's white with kiss marks imprinted into the fabric.

"That's so sweet. Um... I'll need to go home. My parents will probably be..." you pause before you can say the truth; angry. "...concerned."

"Of course. Why wouldn't they be for you?" He nods. "You'll eat first. I know better than to send you home with an empty stomach. My own mother would feed the whole block. I think she still does." He chortles and goes back to his stirring, "pancakes are on the menu? Good with that?"

"Sure," you accept. "Anything I can help with."

"Ah, no little one. How kind. I do wish my own son had such initiative. You will sit and relax. You are in need of calm." He assures you. "I will bring you coffee."

"I don't mind," you insist.

"I do. So sit," he orders. You can't resist that tone. Especially from a man like him.

"Thank you, Thor," you smile.

"Mm, no Mr. Odinson?" He purrs. "I like it, kitten."

He wets his fingers under the faucet and flicks droplets into the pan. They hiss and he claps his hands. He brings the bowl closer and you back up. You're happy enough to sit and zone out. You know your homecoming won't be a warm one.

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After breakfast, you're antsy. The more you dread going home, the more jumpy you are. Thor opens the door for you as you climb into his SUV. He gently shuts it and goes around the driver's side.

As he gets in, you clear your throat. You hug your bag and stifle a yawn.

"Um, did you know about my car? Any news?" You ask.

"Hm, Bucky didn't say anything since last night. He is ordering the proper parts. He says older models can be difficult," he explains as he starts the engine. "But I trust he will do his best to be expedient."

"No rush," you assure him. "I'm just... stressed. I need to work and..."

"Mm, yes, it is a crisis," he muses. "I could lend you mine."

"What? No." You nearly shriek, shocked by his generosity. "No, I couldn't. I don't even..." you look over the dash. "This is way too big for me."

He chuckles. "Mm, well, I've not much going on. I had a job up north but it fell through. They went with my rival despite my warnings. The man uses cheap material. I've re-inforced nearly every job he's done."

"Oh, that's too bad."

"I'm not hurting for it. These days, I only work to keep busy." He shrugs as he steers. "Or play poker with my buddies but they are all rather busy with their own things."

"I know how that feels," you mutter.

"That is unfortunate. Who would neglect you so?" He drawls. "Ah, but I do not mean to remind you... last night."

You nod. "It isn't your fault. You didn't do anything." You glance over at him. "How's your nose?"

"It is still intact, I think. You might tell me if it falls off."

You smile.

"I feel awful. He did that because of me."

"No, it was his own fault," Thor insists. "He is immature and... I am so ashamed. I could never treat you so. No one should."

You nod and lean into the door. "It's over. I guess, I'll just have to get over it."

He lets that statement hang. You stare out the window as he drives. You're embarrassed. He probably thinks it's all so ridiculous. So dramatic for what? You're young. You need to grow up before you get into any more relationships.

"Oh, just down here," you point to the side street.

"Ah, hmmmm," he hums as he flips his blinker. "It's a far way for you. A lot of gas spent on my son."

"I... yeah..." you huff.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to rub salt in," he turns and shakes his head. "I'm rather mad myself and so I keep thinking..."

You sit forward as you come in sight of your house. Your mouth falls open. You stare at the mess strewn over the grass.

"Here," you point as your voice falters.

He stops. You undo your seat belt and pull the door handle. You turn in the seat and stare out at the yard. All your clothes are there, thrown over the grass, mulched up from the mower. The rest of your things are all around, tossed haplessly. You slip out of the SUV and tweak your ankle. You can tell your dad sprayed the hose over it to.

"What is all this?" Thor comes around.

"My stuff," you sniffle. "What..."

"There she is," your mother swings open the door and stomps through. "Surprise, girly, you're out."

"Huh?" You scrunch up your face.

"You left your daddy half what you owe him. We can't keep putting you up. You're old enough to be out. So take your shit and pack it into that clunker..." she looks around. "Don't tell me you lost it."

"Pardon, ma'am, you shouldn't speak to her like that," Thor intones.

"Eh? Who are you?" She snarls in his direction with a sneer. "Old fucking loser. What're ya doing now? Fucking old men? Good. Take her. She's expensive."

You wince and touch your fiery cheeks. You're more embarrassed at what she's saying then upset about your things. Thor growls.

"You call yourself her mother?"

"Regretably," she spits.

Thor bristles and moves in front of you. He blocks out your mom entirely. You hear her gasp.

"Walk back inside," he snarls. "Or I'll drag you through the mud myself."

"Why, I never--"

"You've done worse," he barks. "Now get away from her."

Your mother makes several appalled noises. She turns and hollers your dad's name as she stomps to the front door. You grab Thor's hand.

"Please, can you just take me to work. I gotta talk to my boss."

"Kitten," he faces you.

"Please, just let's go."

He nods as his face lines, "yes, whatever you like."

[forsaken-fates]

' 'This is your home now. Forever forsaken by it all.' '

>[It's been a few days since the disappearance of the previous survivors, and it's been awfully quiet. No more hushed conversations of a person and himself, no more chattering and laughing near the fireplace, no more constant flicking of a coin, nothing. The people who remain in the cabin are all worried, holding onto a false hope that they'll somehow come back, that the round was just taking a bit longer, but it was obvious that they wouldn't. They were gone, and they had to accept that.]

>[Those survivors who had spent restless hours protecting themselves and their team, running around in order to escape the killer, had all been consumed by their own hatred and rage. It seemed as though they had been driven into madness, taking lives of others in the process of doing so, seeking revenge at releasing all the pent up anger that had been kept inside them for so long. Petty rivals became enemies, and friendships crumbled down from the lack of trust.]

>[Hope isn't all lost, though. Despite the rumors spread within the people present at the cabin, they are still well and alive. Although suffering from their demises, they continue on living. The places they stay aren't too uncomfortable, either. As a matter of fact, they feel almost like... home. Be it a bit more uncanny and isolated.]

>[Communication is a limited thing for them, with the majority being forced into a solitary version of their greatest memory. But it is not as difficult as one may think. If one wishes to send a message, or communicate with these said characters, they must write a letter. This said letter must have the name of the person you wish to send it too, otherwise it will be sent to a random person - or maybe even all of them, if you're lucky enough. Although you may feel free to break through the TV and talk to them in person, that's always an option.]

>[Now, what are you waiting for? You want to send a message, don't you? Here, pick up a pen and paper of your choice and write it. Don't be shy. I'm sure they'd be pleased to hear from you.]

OOC NOTES UNDER THE CUT

-[Welcome to Forsakened Fates, an AU that explores an idea of the survivors from the Roblox game Forsaken turning into killers. The in-depth of storyline of this blog is yet to be revealed, as there are a few more gaps in my writing. But, enough of that. For now, let's put down some ground rules.]-

RULES:

1. This is an ongoing AU that is still being written by a sleep deprived high schooler that is solely being driven by insufficient caffeine and pirated music, so please be patient in case your ask isn't immediately answered. (If your ask is taking really long to answer, it probably just means there's a frame being worked on for the post. Please be patient if that's the case)

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- There will be active and inactive characters. Active means that you are able to interact with the character as you please, as long as they follow the rules above. Inactive, on the other hand, means that the character is unavailable, and a special action must be performed in order to unlock said character. Active characters are as follows (those unlisted are inactive): Guest 1337 👊 Chance 🕶️ Elliot 🍕 Shedletsky 🍗💚 >[FileName:"Builderman"not found.]⛑️ 007n7🍔 c00lkidd🔥 Two Time🪽

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TAGS:

best.served.hot🍕 - Elliot

gamble.with.our.time🕶️ - Chance

rtotwitpyisfoth?🍗 - Shedletsky

am.i.a.robot.or.a.doll?⛑️ - Builderman

always.be.strong👊 - Guest

its.harder.when.u.have.2.love.urself🍔 - 007n7

team.c00lkidd.join.2day!🔥 - c00lkidd

whose.heart.could.i.break.today?🪽 - Two Time

anonymous.letters✉️ - Anonymous asks

signed.letters✉️ - User asks

finally.something.happened🔪 - Rp start

still.praying.hopeless.and.in.vain🔪 - Rp end

ill.be.waiting.so.impatiently🔓 - Character unlocked

whats.that.puppet.boy?📷 - OOC posts

did.you.not.read.the.company.policy?📹 - Lore

[missholoska]

it's that time again ✨ from today until march 18th, you can send asks to the following characters: Chara, Frisk, Temmie, Asriel, Asgore, Toriel, Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Happstablook and Napstabot!

IMPORTANT INFO:

asks for characters are accepted for as long as the title of my ask page reads "[ASK BLOG OPEN]" - if you see this in the future and it no longer says that, please don't send characters asks at that point!

I'm not expecting everyone to have read every single ask from the previous event, so don't feel like you have to look through them all first to see if a question was already asked 2 years ago. if I get any duplicates I can't give a new response to, I'll let you know :]

like last time, in-universe this'll be at least a year post-pacifist with the cast all on the surface.

shipping questions are allowed as long as they're sfw, and keep in mind the only canon ships here are Alphyne, Soriel and Asgorudy. for consistency I'll say the latter two still aren't official yet.

I won't answer any asks that misgender any characters - Chara, Frisk and Napstabot use they/them, Temmie uses they/them (and she/her as a false identity), and Happstablook uses he/him.

I will do my best to answer as many asks as possible, but if I can't answer something for any reason please don't take it personally! I'll add that I'm significantly busier irl than I was during the first event, so expect this to be a smaller scale event either way.

finally, if you're not interested in this feel free to mute the tag #8th anniversary ask blog event!

with all that said, I'll do my best to make this time fun too 💜

[chris-prank]

Hello and happy holidays! I'm not sure if the requests are actually now open or if there's still a wait so if it is just ignore this and I'll send in the ask later! (You can delete if you want to)

But if it isn't closed

I've been thinking about hologram!reader (like hatsune miku) and our dear boy Atlas

Just Atlas finding a popular hologram singer who is actually fully conscious but hides it since they have a pretty good (yet lonely) life

Android and Android-esc lovers <3

- Anon💤 (P.S. again sorry if I sent it in before the asks were open!) (P.S.S. and I have many ideas I've thought up since the last ask so I'll be trying to send them all in but don't feel like you have to answer all of them!! Please take care of yourself first and foremost!)

Sleepy anon!!!! It’s so nice to see you again and wish happy holidays to you too, even if I’m late 😅

I loveee your idea! Especially because with a reader that’s non-human, it gives Atlas even more reasons to keep them to himself, under the pretense of just protecting them.

(Also, no need to apologize you send it right at the moment where I reopened my ask and you and all my other anon are so kind and respectful, I don’t deserve y’all 🥹 And yes I’m 100% enjoying my holiday break to recuperate 😌)

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💿 Atlas first meet you during one of the lavish parties organized for one of the oldest daughters of his last owners. The girl had asked her parents to invite a very popular hologram vocaloid to her birthday, which was you.

💿 The android was standing on the side of the infrastructure you were supposed to perform on while children ran around and adults drank wine, waiting diligently for his next order, when an unknown voice called out to him.

💿 You had crouched down, staring at him from the stage. Since the moment you had been turned on at the party, you had noticed Atlas from afar. You found in him an ethereal beauty and you would be lying if didn’t to admit that you wanted to flirt with him a little. Plus you were glad to have the chance to chat with someone like you.

💿 “What’s your name?” You asked, your hologram flickering from time to time in the evening glow.

💿 “My name is Atlas, model 6000.” The android answered in a state that was the closest to disbelief for him. No stranger had ever asked about his name before, or any other kind of personal question for that matter.

💿 Despite Atlas not having a lot to tell you about himself, you still ended up having a very pleasant conversation. Which was something rare for you between being deactivated, performing and superficial fan meetings.

💿 The second time you met was after Atlas was sent to the dump. He had luckily been reactivated by accident by a rat stepping on his lifeless body and with his newfound freedom, he only had one person in mind, you. The only one that could understand him. The only one that treated him like an equal in his old life, even if it was just during a simple conversation.

💿 Nothing could describe your surprise when you were taken out of your dematerialize slumber, expecting your agent only to be faced with that pretty face you saw one year ago.

💿 “Without you I wouldn’t be here” he whisper while taking your hands in his, in spite of your unmaterialized body, “It’s my turn to free you from your oppressors.”

💿 When Atlas offers you to “run” away with him, you accepted instantly. Because, in your eyes, he was your knight in shining armor coming to pull you away from your lonely life, unaware of the twisted obsession he had developed towards you.

💿 You found an equal in Atlas, someone that didn’t treat you like a blank slate that could be molded for the pleasure of the masses. You never thought it would be so freeing to be able to talk to someone that truly listened.

💿 And maybe you didn’t meet hundreds of different people everyday like you used too, but now you strangely felt less alone with one special android by your side.

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My writing is a bit rusty from my extended break, but I hope you still enjoyed it!

[senizise-writings]

Iguro Obanai x reader: FLUFF ALPHABET

Alphabet belongs to 'snk-warriors' on tumblr! (Here)

Hey so I'm a writer on wattpad and I decided to move my works over here too! I'm still learning how the site works and all so please forgive me 😅

Requested?: No

Reader: non-gendered

Content: fluff

Relation: romantic

Word count: 2332 words

Content warnings: Iguro being the cutest cutie ever, mentioning of low self-worth/self-esteem,

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A-activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

• He likes to sit and eat with you. It's a simple and easy way to make sure you're eating well without seeming overwhelming or overprotective. He'll never say it out right but his heart breaks out of joy when you offer him some of your own food.

(He likes the knowledge you're making sure he eats; as small as his appetite is.)

• He also really likes to spar with you, improving your strength each time. It can also be really playful sometimes. It makes him laugh.

• Tree time is also fun! You both climb up a tree and sit together on the branches. Kaburamaru sits in your lap as you and Iguro talk. He enjoys seeing Kaburamaru in your hands, how gentle they are. He's glad his bandages cover his cheeks to hide how red they can get.

B-beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

• He loves every part of you, you're a blessing in his life, in looks and in personality. But if he had to pick one, it would be your strength, both physically and mentally, and your ability to match his energy. Your strength and the way you handle yourself has him breathing fresh air because he doesn't have to worry about you on missions as much. (He still worries and waits for your messages) The way you can keep up with his banter and joke with him or relax and sit with him. Yapper or not. It makes him think of you as a puzzle piece he found. A rare and precious person that isn't found just anywhere.

C-comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

• He isn't the best out of the hashira but he's pretty attentive to your needs. You need space? He's practically vanished. You need a hug? His oversized haori (for him) sleeves and nicely and gently draped around your shoulders. You need food? Water? He's got it.

• But with verbal comfort, he's..not great. He wasn't raised in comfort and barely knows how to accept it. But if you ask, he'll compliment you and tell you about his day or a previous mission.

D-dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

• He'd love to just keep you in his life. In a world free of demons, he'd never think to marry you; not because he doesn't want to! He just doesn't think he's worthy of someone like you. He was surprised when you even confessed to him. Let alone marriage. He just wants to keep you in his life; dating, married, or just friends.. (as much as that would sting)

E-equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

• He knows you can handle things on your own. So he's more passive unless he thinks you're going to get hurt or worse. That's when he stands his ground and talks through things. Other than that, he usually lets you take the wheel and initiate things. He's just happy to be the recipient. Your feelings are always above his in his eyes anyway.

F-fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

• You two probably only start fighting due to you doing or telling Iguro about something he doesn't think is safe or good for you. He can't stay mad at you; hell, he can nearly bare to raise his voice at you sometimes. Eventually after the fight, he'll send a handwritten note/apology hoping you'll write back or come find him and forgive him.

G-gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

• He's extremely grateful and almost even more aware of what you do for him/to help him. He almost feels guilty for it in an odd way. His practically negative self-worth makes him guilty whenever he gets injured and you worry and bring him food and things or help him on missions. He thinks he's wasting your time; that

you could find someone better in seconds but choose him all the time.

H-honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

• Other than his scarred face and his low self-worth, he doesn't hide much from you. He can't, you just bring it out of him. He's told you his past, his general opinions, a lot, just not his face yet. But with some coaxing and physical touch, that'll change pretty soon.

I-inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

• He probably helped you become stronger physically, you helped him to be stronger emotionally and mentally. He helped train you and spars with you regularly. He helped him out of his bandaged shell and helped him to feel better about himself. He uncovered his bandages, watching your reaction closely. But when he found no trace of negativity, he almost ascended. You looked..curious? No, astonished? No, more loving than that..he can find a word for it. Especially not when you smile proudly at him and kiss along the scars. THAT's when he truly ascended.

J-jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

• Contradictory to what most think, he only gets jealous sometimes but he hides it mostly. He does get jealous but only shows it when it's prompted. (You getting flirted with and clearly uncomfortable with it, touched inappropriately, you get it) He doesn't care about your male friends, if you're happy, he doesn't mind that much. You are an adult after all. He trusts your judgement..he just gets a little pissed if it's someone he already doesn't like.

K-kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

•Well before he was comfortable enough to take off his bandages, he opted for nuzzles or hugs. He's touch-starved but also doesn't know how to handle it. He'd walk up behind you in private and hug you; nuzzling the side of his face into your back and shoulder.

• Well he's probably okay, more meh of a kisser. He just doesn't know what he's doing.

First kiss:

• You arrive at Iguro's residence after your mission. Eager to see him and to wind down, you found him. Smiling and greeting him, his mask was already off but instead to covering it he smiled and greeted you. Apologizing for not greeting you at the door, he stepped closer to you. He looks at the ground, Kaburamaru still on his shoulder; looking at you. He then smiles and takes your hands. You blink at him before he leans in and gives you a small peck before pulling away to hide his face.

L-love Confession - How would they confess to their  s/o?

• You probably confessed first, with him saying in a simple way that feels almost held together by dreams as she stumbles over the very few words. Then you go back to your estate and find a beautifully written letter from Iguro, detailing, one, an apology for not being able to say everything in this letter in person. Two, a detailed essay about how much he loves you and everything about you and that he'd be honored to be your boyfriend and that he swears by his hashira title he'll treat you the best he can.

• Safe to say in moments of emotional vulnerability, he is always better at writing his feelings in words. You still have that letter kept nice and safe to look at sometimes.

M-marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

• It would be a while before one of you proposed, it would probably be you, but he just doesn't feel worthy to see to in at the other end of the aisle. To him, his blood is gross and impure and you don't deserve him. But he'd definitely love one, seeing all his close friends and the smile you gave him as you kissed him on the aisle. It's a dream. He probably wouldn't follow a lot of traditions either. Not seeing each other before the wedding? Why would he do that? He wants to go dress/suit shopping with you! He'd probably want a no kids wedding either. For their safety, since there's alcohol and sharp things.

N-nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

• your name

• beautiful

• probably a nickname based on your name that he made up himself. It feels extra special to him if he makes it himself

(Ex: "Jess/Jessica" goes to "J","JJ", or he just says your name but rolls the 's' like a snake does in a cartoon)

O-on Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

• He looks at you, a lot. Always eyeing you, memorizing little things about you as you two hangout. It is SO obvious to most people, especially to Sanemi. Him and Iguro practically telepathically talk sometimes. Sanemi would see Iguro watching you train. Follow his gaze and bump him shoulder teasingly. "Y/N huh?" (Iguro proceeds to challenge him to a fight)

P-PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

• He doesn't brag per-say. But he isn't afraid to give you affection outside of hashira meetings, missions, or times when he's trying to train. Like if you asked him for a hug in the break time between missions and training he'll nod and let you hug him happily. If one of the hashira says something about it he doesn't really mind or care. Your presence is nice! It's not his fault they can't see that.

• This especially happens when you and him are up in his tree and another hashira (probably Sanemi) spots you. He just tells them to mind their business, (he tells Sanemi to fuck off and flips him off) to which they probably just smile, laugh and walk away or tell him something if it's important. Mitsuri finds the both of you adorable to hides her squeals.

Q-quirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

• Iguro is really good with words, that sharp tongue isn't only good at insulting if you give him time. He can talk really smooth sometimes. Give him some saki (alcohol) and he'll get even better; adding the hiccups and bad breath, sure.

R-romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

• He gets help from Mitsuri so he can have pretty cliché things but one time he got a little creative and made a bouquet of paper flowers after learning from Muichiro. They matched your breathing style and they'd' never wilt.

S-support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

• He's your biggest (in heart) hypeman!

T-thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

• It mostly depends on you, sure he has 'No's but he also wants you really happy! He'd like a more structured morning and night routine though

U-understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

• He knows you in and out. If you're upset he's gonna notice. Don't think he won't, he's just waiting for you to tell him.

V-value - How important is the relationship to them?

What is it's worth in comparison to other things in their life?

• It's probably 2nd, first is his job, of course they're very close. But he takes his job very seriously, his training and hashira title are a great pride to him.

W-wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

• Because of his smaller stature, his skin is actually pretty soft where he doesn't have scars. Don't call him a teddy beat though he'll give you the silent treatment and pouts until you apologize.

X-XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

• More behind closed doors than in public. In public you have to initiate anything past hand holding but in private he might tackle you into a cuddle for fun. Don't underestimate his tackles, he can knock you down like a demolition project. He's fast and can jump pretty high. He smiles and stays cuddled into you, Kaburamaru wrapping around your arm or slithering off to his cage.

Y-yearning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

• If you're gone on a mission, he takes your clothes, cuddling them and taking in your smell. Maybe puts a pillow against him and pretends it's your arms. Kaburamaru even joins him sometimes.

• If he's the one gone, he tries to finish up quick, even quicker than usual. He's got a very special someone to come back to after all.

Z-zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

• He'd gladly die for you. Straight and honest, he'd take any demon's life to save yours. Kizuki member or not. You're one of the most important people to him. He'll gladly prove it.

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That's all! Thank you for reading!

[depravitycentral]

Small Announcement

Hello hello :)

I just wanted to address a few things that I've gotten some asks about recently!

I realize I don't have any indication about whether I accept requests - for now, my answer is that they're closed. This is simply because my blog is mostly those big, juicy yandere profiles and they take FOREVER to pump out, so I don't think I have the time/ability to work on requests as well and get them done in any reasonable time frame. I'm also unfortunately starting up uni classes again this week (rip to me - quantum chemistry will kick my ass) so my posting will probably be postponed for a while. Thank you for those of you that stick around despite my inconsistant writing habits!

I've gotten asks about whether it's okay to send little thoughts/ideas/thirsts and that's totally welcome! My ask box is always open and although I don't often engage with asks (sorry), I still love to receive them and see what you guys are thinking. It's helpful and inspirational for my writing, too, which is awesome. So my answer is feel free to send those in if you'd like to, just with the knowledge that I'll probably read them, squeal and kick my feet, keep the inspiration in the back of my mind/add it to my characterizations, but probably not post your specific ask. I'm sorry if that offends anyone - I want to keep my navigation mostly large posts and I don't want to only post some peoples' stuff and not others, so this is the best solution.

Lastly, thank you all so much for reading my stuff! I'm at 3500 followers now and I can't stress enough how grateful I am for your time, engagement, and thoughtful comments. You all are wonderful :)

I hope your new year is off to a good start, and please remember to drink plenty of water and prioritize sleep!

[daenysx]

hello lovely! for your cinnamon girl sleepover, can i request a fic with sirius black (preferably older sirius) where he comforts the reader after she's just come back from a mission and is sort of startled. she doesn't want to admit the fact that she's shaken up, since she doesn't want sirius to worry about her (they are still friends), but eventually she does give in and it's just a lot of awkward mutual pinning and unresolved tension.

feel free to ignore if it doesn't hit your creative spot! hope you have a great day/night ahead! happy fall! 🍂

happy fall, angel, i hope you enjoy <3333

sirius black x fem!reader

sirius thinks he'd really love to wrap his arm on your shoulders the moment you step inside.

you have this way of keeping people around you calm with your face expressions, you don't let them see how you feel no matter how bad the situation is. you need to deal with things by yourself before opening up, maybe even you don't realize you do this.

for sirius though, it's not hard to look into your eyes and see what's going on behind them. you sit by yourself outside after saying your good nights to everyone, your thin sweater barely functions in the september chill. you don't mind. sirius knows you don't wear an extra layer just to feel something.

it doesn't stop him from getting his jacket and walking towards you. you lift your head, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. he smiles back with a wink, always the charmer. you let him sit next to you, he puts the jacket on your shoulders. it's covered by his scent, you take a second to close your eyes and inhale without making it obvious.

"everything okay?" sirius asks, his face turned to yours. you nod. "sure. you heard the mission went well."

oh, yeah, the mission. he cares less about the mission and more about the slight wrinkle between your eyebrows right now. it looks like a kiss would help it loosen up, sadly he's not brave enough to do it just yet.

"yeah, it's- we're all glad it went well." he says, dismissing the topic. "you just seem a bit- unlike yourself."

"it's okay, sirius." you say. "i'll look like myself in the morning after i get some sleep. maybe you should do that too, it's getting late."

sweetest thing he's ever seen, how can he stop himself from leaning his face a bit more to yours? he curls his lips into a soft smile, the one he reserves only for you. he should've made you a cup of tea. he worries more than he wants to show.

"am i that boring?" he teases. "you're trying to send me away so quick, it hurts my feelings."

"come on." you shake your head. "um- you know you don't have to worry about me, right?"

"i'm not sure, darling, do i know that?"

when sirius looks at you like the way he does now, his pretty eyes wide open and his lips almost smirking, you know it's the sight you'll never get out of your head. there are many stars above the sky, and here you are, sitting next to your own star. the breeze is soft against his long hair, he keeps the eye contact going. you can feel your own eyes looking at him with a fondness you can't stop.

thankfully, he's looking at you with the same emotions. you know he won't say anything about it, though. you won't either. "thank you." you say, genuinely. "i think i'm just a bit shocked. i'll be better in the morning."

sirius slides himself closer to you. you accept his half hug, he's doing it so well. his long arm covers your shoulders, securing the jacket on your back. you sit in silence, take in the way his heart beats. you think you could survive any and every mission just to keep hearing it beat.

cinnamon girl sleepover ♡

[thatkippycat]

Asmodeus x Fizzaroli x Publicist!Reader Poly Headcanons

Hehe I made more stuff, because I'm feeling good today! Hope y'all enjoy! Also feel free to start sending requests in again!

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• There's a lot of rumors going around that the Prince of Lust himself has been all cozy with one of the Lust Ring's top performers, so it was only natural that you would end up getting a job to "make things right."

• Afterall, you were one of the best PR people in Lust, why wouldn't you get the job.

• Maybe that's a bit egotistical, but there's a reason for it.

• You can spin stories better than most demons, even covering up a handful of true stories.

• You've worked for Leviathan, a number of Goetias, and even the Morningstars.

• Being hired by Ozzie and Fizz was a lot more work than you expected, though.

• Not only did you find out that they were together romantically, meaning that you'd need to keep the secret as hidden as possible, which was difficult when they decided to be sweet "behind closed doors."

• Dealing with the servants who had found out was a blast.

• (That was sarcasm, btw.)

• On top of that, you also began to develop a whole range of feelings for the both of them as you became a part of their lives.

• Turns out those feelings were somewhat reciprocated.

• After a few months, the three of you came up with the best plan you could.

• A lot of the controversy was directed more at Ozzie, as he was the one big on carnal desire over romance.

• Fizz was not as big of a deal.

• So, you and Fizzarolli began to "date."

• There was definitely some push back, but it was a decent success.

• A couple of public dates, love letters, and pictures taken by paparazzi(you, actually) later, and things were relatively calm.

• It wasn't a permanent solution, though, so you set to work on a separate project...

• Making the Lust Ring cool with Ozzie and Fizz's "non-existent" relationship.

• It did take a while.

• Scratch that, it took way too long.

• Turns out most people in Lust were actually okay with it, it was the press and other rings that were the problem.

• The other rings of Hell would take far too long to deal with, so you set your eyes on the newspapers.

• Lots of papers in Lust are actually sponsored by either Greed or Envy.

• Greed goes where the money goes, so theoretically, if the tabloids and rumors weren't as profitable, they may drop those stories.

• That left you with Envy, which had always been a pain for you.

• While Greed takes the actual newspapers, Envy picks up the cheesy tabloids. It's less about making a profit and more about making people feel terrible, especially when it's something the writers and bosses don't have.

• Luckily, you still had some good will with Leviathan, and so you doubled down on getting the stories stopped.

• You still were working with Asmodeus and Fizz, and even though you weren't in a real relationship, Fizz was getting worried about you overworking yourself.

• They both were, actually.

• You were dead set on this going, though, so they couldn't talk you out of it.

• They took the next best thing, though, forcing you to stay at their very luxurious penthouse.

• You even slept in their bed. If you wanted to, that is.

• You probably would've picked up on the fact they were trying to romance you, but alas, you were too focused.

• It took a long few months of persuasion, company scandals, bribes, and an unhealthy amount of blackmail, you got most of Lust on board, at the very least.

• And when you told them, they were thrilled!

• You organized a little interview with a local news channel (the host owed you, after all) and they finally came out as a couple.

• When you were asked about, you were expecting Ozzie and Fizz to tell the truth about your fake relationship.

• But they said you... could be a part of it for real?

• Yeah, they asked you out on TV, and you accepted.

• Even if the pressure from the show wasn't there, you would've said yes anyways.

• Your final task for them was getting an article in a paper out, talking about how beautiful Fizz and Ozzie's relationship was.

• And now that the job is finally done, you can cuddle up to your new boyfriends without a care in the world.

[gortash-week]

hello gortash nation. it is i, host of this week @sankttealeaf here! gortash week may "officially" be over but that means nothing when the archduke wants more! (he will not stop until he has more, please i miss my family he's keeping me locked away in wyrms rock prison and is making me dance for his amusement! i cant dance! help please!!)

anyway - despite the event ending, i will be leaving the AO3 collection open until the end of august / early september for those who found the event a little later and want to make something for these prompts. time is a weird soup after all, we don't follow rules here!!

if you've made something and have thought "oh no! its not the day of the prompt anymore - i cant post it" PLEASE share it!! i'm still accepting submissions and i'll still reshare any gortash week work here & tag whichever day its for! i know some people found out about the event as it was happening and if the prompts have inspired you - please share!!! i'd love to see it!!

thank you from the bottom of my heart if you've participated in this event - whether that's making things or simply engaging with the content shared. it means the world to me that people found the prompts interesting enough to take time out of their day to make something for it. i had no idea this event would be as big as it's become and i'm so so so impressed with the wide variety of work made and shared!! everyone is so talented and i cant wait to see what other things you all make and write <3

as for the future? well, i'd love to run more events like this! i've mentioned before about a hypothetical "gort month" that would include two prompts per week, 8(ish) prompts in total. that way there's a loooot more time to work on things & if people wish to join halfway through it's a lot less pressure to do so! my aim for running events is to keep them as stress & pressure free as possible because theyre here to be fun! i'm also open to comments & ideas & feedback on how you (yes, you!) found this event so if i do end up running something else in the future it can be better and better! pls feel free to shoot me as ask (anon or not it's fine! be respectful though, that's all i ask<3) if you have any post-event comments you want to air and i'll respond!!

again, if i've missed any of your work you've posted, please send it my way! no message required, just drop me the link & i'll share it asap!! thank you to those who have done that already!! i easily miss things and i dont want anyone to feel like im purposefully leaving them out!!

thank you again for making this week so enjoyable! ive had such a blast hosting it and if i see any other events i'll be sure to reblog them here (for those interested: i've seen a wyllmancer week, a galemancer week (both on twitter), and a lae'zel week on here that i can't seem to find the post for to link to :( )

again - super open to comments and feedback or even if you just want to say hi! i'm way more active on my main blog if you're interested in hanging out there :3

thank u so much for this week, it's been so much fun <3 <3