#headers p&b

[soulrms]

✿ ﹫jungkook — headers & icons

[espuor]

[rubyjane]

𝗅𝗂𝗌𝖺 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌 ☆

[chastainstuff]

like or chztain

[galeryves]

> ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ ɪᴄᴏɴꜱ — ʟɪᴋᴇ/ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ɪꜰ ᴜꜱᴇ

[thebookworm0001]

It’s two am isn’t that a brilliant time for my pc to suddenly decide to not wake up from sleep and to throw a cpu error every single time I try to turn it on this is great and not distressing at all and I haven’t been working on this for an hour to no avail

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Ley's Kinktober Masterlist || 2024

Header image credit: @hopelesslygaysstuff

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🕸Coming Soon🕸

🎃 October 1st

Temp play (Soft!Daddy!Yelena Belova x bratty!fem!reader)

🎃 October 2nd

Piercing (Dom!Wandanat x sub!fem!reader)

🎃 October 3rd

Pet play (Puppy!Kate Bishop x Domme!Fem!Reader)

🎃 October 4th

Watersports (Mean!Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader)

🎃 October 5th

Bondage (Domme!Maria Hill x subby!fem!reader)

🎃 October 6th

A/B/O (dom!alpha!Agatha Harkness x omega!reader)

🎃 October 7th

Markings (Agatha Harkness x fem!reader)

🎃 October 8th

Praise kink (Carol Danvers x fem!reader)

🎃 October 9th

Flogging (Dom!Scarlet Witch x subby!fem!reader)

🎃 October 10th

Overstimulated (Soft Mommy!Agatha Harkness x Mean Daddy!Rio Vidal x fem!reader)

🎃 October 11th

Knife and gun play (Mob!Boss Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader)

🎃 October 12th

Breath play (Bishova x fem!reader)

🎃 October 13th

Collaring (Stepmom!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader)

🎃 October 14th

Gangbang (Mob boss!Wandanat, Carol, Val, and Kate x fem!reader)

🎃 October 15th

Hair pulling (Valkyrie x fem!reader)

🎃 October 16th

Lactation (Step Mom!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader)

🎃 October 17th

Period sex (Wandanat x fem!reader)

🎃 October 18th

Shower sex (Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader)

🎃 October 19th

Mirror sex (Wandanat x fem!reader)

🎃 October 20th

Stockholm (Dark!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader)

🎃 October 21st

Monster fucking (Tentacle!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader)

🎃 October 22nd

Thigh riding (Dom!Kate Bishop x subby!fem!reader)

🎃 October 23rd

Breeding (G!P!Natsha Romanoff x fem!reader)

🎃 October 24th

Somnophilia (Dark Witch!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader)

🎃 October 25th

Pussy slapping (Domme!Maria Hill x fem!reader)

🎃 October 26th

Edge play (Corrupted!Wanda Maximoff x innocent!fem!reader)

🎃 October 27th

Lap dances (G!P!Natasha Romanoff x stripper!fem!reader)

🎃 October 28th

Phone sex (Carol Danvers x fem!reader)

🎃 October 29th

Hunter/Prey (Stalker!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader)

🎃October 30th

Aphrodisiac (Valkyrie x fem!reader)

🎃October 31st

Masks (Serial killer!Kate Bishop x innocent!fem!reader)

[muffinsin]

we have (femme?) bunny reader, but what about masc/butch puppy reader :3?

That we do! What a fun prompt!👀 Choosing Bela for this as the bunny series started out with her, too👀 ;P if you saw me swap the header image because I used the wrong one- you did not XP

Bunny reader series here-> Bela’s part, Cassandra’s part, Daniela’s part

Let’s get into it!🙌

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You moan hotly against her, your tongue lapping hungrily at the wet folds presented to you. You shiver slightly, goosebumps rolling across your bare skin, the wooden floor almost icy cool beneath you. Your jaw aches and muscles tremble slightly already from the way you're made to stay, your arms planted and knees spread wide, your back arched enough to keep your hips up and display the tail dangling from between your ass cheeks.

Ah, and you feel it- the thick plug inside, stretching you open the majority of the time. You can't quite recall when your Mistress last let you take it out for an extended period of time, if ever. You shiver again, feeling the faux, dark fur tail attached to it curl and tickle your skin, swaying lightly with every little involuntary twitch pulled from you.

And twitch you do. You feel your entire body tremble already, your muscles burn and hair stick slightly to your head already. Your throat feels tight- maybe especially so due to the collar Lady bela put on you- a deep, blood-red leather piece with a heavy iron buckle, cinched tight enough to remind you who you belong to.

Her, always.

She never allows you to forget it.

You gulp, feeling the light, metallic B on the inside of the collar dig into your throat a little more. Yet another claim, and one she loves to trail her fingers or lips across when feeding from you.

As you lap at your Mistresses' displayed pussy you lightly hear the silver ring at the collar clink, connecting the thick thing to a strong, sturdy black leash tied to her desk's leg. She isn't paying attention, not close one anyway, not yet. She doesn't need to, either, her beautiful golden eyes set on the sheets in front of her.

Sometimes, you hear her moan or sigh softly, whereas at other times her hand snakes down to grasp the top of your leash and drag you closer again. Your knees tremble again, your chest heaving already and legs trembling slightly.

You're sat kneeling between her legs as you usually are- shamefully, you briefly notice: you can't remember a period of time you were granted to stand, let alone walk.

"Pets do not walk on two legs. They crawl, and they obey, mutt.", you almost hear her words in your mind. You lap at her all the more eagerly for it. You know not to get on her bad side, especially so when she is working.

As such, you merely keep your head down, moaning hotly against her, your mouth open and tongue exploring, licking eagerly at her pussy while she works. You perk up at another moan, your stomach cramping with want. You love making her feel good- you love hearing how good she feels. And you certainly love being rewarded for your efforts.

A few moments after the room becomes quieter again, the only sound now the rustling of her papers, the suble lap of your tongue against her folds, and the humiliating sound of you drooling against her and onto the floor as you try not to squirm too much around the heavy, thick knot she stuffed inside you earlier.

Shivering, you try to steady your hips again, your pussy stretched wide around the thing. Your tail twitches, your eyes squeezing shut as you clench around the massive thing sat on the floor between your thighs. Much like Lady Cassandra is rumored to be, you know your Mistress too has a rather teasing, almost sadistic side to her, even as you're unable to spot the smirk gracefully playing on her thick lips every time you gasp or whimper from the knot buried deep in you.

What you do notice, however, is the sadistic glint in her eyes when she brings the toy out and you already cower slightly, well aware of the stretch that comes with it.

Ah- but what would a pup be without their knot, she'd insist, patting your cheeks and head like one might do to a dog- not entirely inaccurate, given your status as her pet- as she screws the thing into you. Or, perhaps even more humiliating, holds your leash and commands you to sink down on it, just one of the many commands she has "taught her good puppy!"

Moaning against her again, you feel a new series of shivers run down your spine. You tremble lightly already- stuffed full, but unable to touch yourself- you know, after all, the consequences would hardly be worth the few touches. Your Mistress, while certainly playing more fair than you have heard Lady Cassandra and Lady Daniela do, is more than capable of turning cruel regarding her punishments, insisting she only "wishes to teach her pet the strict ruleset you are to follow".

You shiver again, feeling her hand reach down to pet your head lightly. She doesn't speak, not really aside from the soft moans she occasionally allows to slip past her lips, though the simple touch is enough to make you clench around knot and plug again and lean up into her touch hungrily. Your breath hitches as her thigh shifts again, the soft skin briefly grazing your face as she spreads them wider with a soft hum that has your heart race.

Desperate for another sound from your Lady, you continue on, moaning into her as you push your tongue inside and curl it against the soft, wet heat inside her. Again, you're rewarded with a soft hum and a pat to your hair, her fingers curling slightly against your head.

Nose brushing up against her clit, you roll your hips just briefly, wincing a little at the stretch from the plug.

“You are terribly whiny today, mutt…”, she teases above you, hand curling against your face as she pushes you deeper.

“Are you having difficulties, little one?”

Her soft laughter is music to your ears as you lean against her hand, hungrily taking every scrap of attention and affection your Mistress offers you. You moan against her softly, tongue sliding from her again and lips wrapping around her clit eagerly. Maybe, it's your pathetic whimpers that wear her down. Maybe, it's how good you've been, serving her on and off for the past hours, never attempting to speak when you knot you are not to, never moving away from her, never disturbing her work. Maybe, it's how you lap at her so very eagerly, so clearly desperate to prove to her how much she means to you. But when she hums and scratches your head almost lovingly, you melt.

“Good puppy…that's it....”, she sighs, her voice husky and low as though she's throwing her head back slowly.

Immediately, you suck her clit a little harder, tongue dragging along it and flicking across the bud quickly, desperate to please. Your thighs and muscles tremble, your knees already hurting from kneeling for so long. Every few moments you feel your body weaken, whimpering and gasping against her flushed, wet skin as you sink down a little more on the knot with a wet squelch.

Tongue gliding across her clit in long, starved strokes, you feel her slick begin to drip from your chin again, some directly falling to the ground, other bits drooling down your throat and to the collar until eventually falling too. You're sure you're the perfect image of a messy puppy now, bare and trembling, ass stuffed and pussy drooling creamy arousal onto the floor, your entire lower face, lips and chin and even your nose, covered in slick arousal and drool.

You're well past the point of caring, lap at her so hungrily it feels almost as though you've been starved for weeks, your lips brushing her pink, sensitive clit hungrily every so often.

You moan hotly as you feel her shiver and tremble slightly, her own orgasm rising well within her. Feeling a tug of your leash, you're pulled closer again, moaning and groaning hotly as even a move as little as this has you clench around your plug and knot, completely stuffed to the brim. You feel dizzy thinking of her touch already, every moan granted just for her, every part of your being craving her.

She's breathing a little heavier, now, hands flattening out the papers on her desk in a poor attempt of wrapping her work up sooner rather than later. Her thighs ache and legs tremble, her hips grinding forward just enough for you to feel her grind her wet pussy against your face, your lips, your tongue.

“More....more, puppy...good...”, she groans, voice feather light, breathy and warm. Immediately, her tone and words send a shiver of pleasure rolling down your spine, another hot flash within you going right between your spread legs.

When she cums, you groan against her, your eyes shutting. You don't care that you're pulled flush between her legs, can't bring yourself to try and pull away, even knowing you can't breathe. You can only drink her in, moan and lick into her, taste every little drop of sweet cum that drools from her wet insides and greets you. Your own legs tremble, your entire body on edge. Already, from constantly being plugged. But the knot? It has you shiver and gasp with every move, your core sore and sensitive at the same time, edged and overwhelmed, needy and pleading for a break all at once.

Your tongue slows after a few moments, a tremble passing through you as you're granted to pull away enough to breathe again. Sweet cum drools from her still, her pink pussy flushed in arousal and your spit. The sight is enough for you to clench instinctively around the plug and knot stuffed inside of you, slick tightening around the thick rubber and smooth steel. You only whimper, eyes going wide when she moves back with her chair a little, just enough to set her beautiful, piercing golden eyes on you.

You shiver as you notice her eyes scan over you- your wet face, nose and lips glistening with her arousal, your wide eyes, your heaving chest and bobbing throat moving the collar slightly, your trembling thighs...the slick arousal drooling down on the ground between them,

Then, a sound of satisfaction, enough for your heart to jump. A mere hum, playful, satisfied, hungry. You feel your holes clench around the tail and knot.

“Up”, Bela orders, her smooth voice dripping low like hot velvet wrapped around a blade sharp like her teeth.

Forcing down a whimper, you obey despite your muscles straining and aching. You lift your head and move closer, the leash going taut as she reels you towards her.

“Good pup, come here”, she commands lightly, though you're sure the command might as well have been silent, for another yank on your leash has you move closer already. You gasp, your body adjusted to lean forwards as much as you can, the knot still heavy inside of you. Looking down, she smirks as she notes the goosebumps covering your skin.

“You're behaving well today, little one”, she hums, voice light as she reaches for something by the desk. You can't see, not like this, not on your knees, not with your vision blurring from pleasure and overstimulation, eagerness and desperation alike. When she moves back again and leans down to you, your eyes go wide, immediately landing on the item in her hands.

Thick, rubbery, white. Humiliation and a twisted sense of comfort she instilled in you throughout the time spent training you to be hers, you can only clench uselessly around knot and tail as she lowers the bone gag to you. Shaped like a dog toy, certainly, though meant only for you.

You watch as she dangles it in front of you, giggling teasingly. Normally, one might expect such playful cruelty from Lady Daniela. Now, you can only whine and whimper like a shamed puppy as she kisses your nose, the gag dangled right where you can see it.

“Do you want it, pet?”, she coos, smiling almost sweetly. But you know the test behind her words, know not to answer. After all, as she easily reminds you at times, good pets do not speak. Good pets obey.

As such, you only nod and stretch open your mouth, your eyes squeezing shut as your heart picks up a faster beat. It seems, your Lady is hardly done with you, though.

“Roll over, my little mutt”

You don't dare hesitate.

You drop on your back even as your pussy burns around the knot, muscles screaming in protest. The tail presses firmly against the floor, the plug and knot completely on display as you spread your thighs even without further command- this at least earns you a pat to your inner thigh and a gentle smile that has your heart skip a beat. Inside, you feel the knot shift with the motion, dragging a raw, hot noise from you.

She moves closer to you with all the grace of a queen and predator alike, her hands easily grabbing at your hips and forcing you closer to her, away from the desk. You only whimper and groan softly as the bone gag is slipped between your lips, your eyes wide as you watch her and feel her strong, nimble fingers work behind your head to buckle it tight. Already you feel more drool begin to slide from the corner of your mouth- something especially Lady Cassandra enjoys teasing you for whenever she catches you in such a helpless state.

“There we go... isn't that so much better?”, she whispers sweetly, finally releasing the leash to press her hands against your thighs. You almost jump as you feel her fingers slide down and tease the stretched skin between your holes, her touch precise and well practiced.

“Now, let's see how ruined you are”

Not a request, certainly, and not even a command. You've learned to anticipate her inspections, learned to drool uselessly and moan when she touches you, learned to spread your legs wider and let her see what she's done- what she always does- to you.

The moment you feel her fingers press firmly against your inner thigh, you let out a muffled, sluggish groan, your hips rolling back slightly. Panting softly through your nose, you can't help the warm feeling across your face and throat as she looks at you, your eyes watery, your legs spread, staring up at her with your legs spread like a bitch- no, her puppy- in heat.

Gasping as you feel her touch, she taps the base of the plug once, twice, each time smirking a little at the way your hips flinch and your body gives a helpless jerk at the stimulation and pleasure coursing through you. You feel the thing shift inside of you slightly with every twitch, each enough to make you squirm and moan faintly behind the gag.

You're sure, you must look completely fucked now, drooling, legs spread, thick collar around your marked throat claiming you as hers.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

Groaning as her hand shifts again, you feel her knuckles gently drag up your exposed slit, your arousal sticking to her and drooling from you. You can't see the mess you've made of the knot, though the squelching sound with every little twitch gives you a good idea of just how wet you are. Thankfully, it's rather rare for Lady Bela to punish you for making a mess, so long as you do not do so in certain areas. You flush a little, wondering whether this is why she doesn't allow you on the bed, aside from claiming pups like you belong in their cages and the ground.

Her hands move again, up your thighs again, seemingly done with toying with your privates for now. Instead, you pant through your nose as you feel her palm press against your lower stomach, the heel of her hand firm over where the knot sits deepest. You squeal behind your gag as you feel her other hand grip at the base of the toy, giving it a slow, but steady pull.

At first, you feel it resist, lodged so deep inside and clenched by your pussy. Then, you feel a shiver run down your spine as she smirks down at you, clearly pleased with your display.

“That's it, relax”, she whispers, voice like honey. “Breathe, puppy. Let me take it out...good girl...”

You moan hotly into the gag, your back arching a little off the ground as the knot stretches you again on its way out. You feel yourself clench helplessly around it, your body tense, then loose when the blonde slides it from you with a wet, obscene pop!, leaving you suddenly feeling far, far too empty.

You're certain, though, it won't be like that for long at all...

[saturn-wisteria]

How obsessed and hyper-fixated are you with your fanfic characters?

Me:

BOOKBINDING!

Ominis and Phineas now sit on my shelf along with my other books ♡

This was my first time binding fanfic, and no better choice than my own, "Take Me To The Lakes" (AO3 / Wattpad)

update (March 30): New cover art by the amazing @rinthecap 🩵

More photos and the step-by-step after the cut! (+ the appendix with Taylor Swift songs in a stylised lyric book)

I'm all about my crafty hobbies. I've been eyeing bookbinding for a while, and the algorithm finally convinced me to dive into it so I'd have a reason to procrastinate on writing

Having written a shorter fic ("Lakes" is roughly 35k words) gave me the perfect opportunity to start with something simpler.

The main tutorial used is the one by NeatFreakGeek on Tiktok.

Step 1: The typeset

I used the base template file by NeatFreakGeek, which already had the settings for printing in formatted book signatures.

With the basic body of the document formatted and ready, I started the personalization: choosing the fonts, spacing, sizing etc.

For the quote at the beginning, I chose one of the lines I wrote for Ominis + the wisteria.

For chapter headers, I chose the Gemini constellation. (In the story, Ominis and Phineas got their middle names from the stars in the same constellation, Castor and Pollux.)

I also made the chapter titles with the HTV to give it an extra glow.

Sight is overrated. Phineas makes all my senses the very essence of life itself.

Since the story was rather "short", in order to have a thicker spine, I added an appendix with the stylised "lyric book". This was probably my favourite part of typesetting!

Step 2: The textblock

With a little lot of trial and error and more mathematics than expected, I printed each signature at a time, then folded each at a time, making sure it didn't get mixed up across the signatures. My printer does front/back automatically, but to print the commissioned arts as borderless, I gave myself a headache, printing it separately and manually. This step could have been done considerably faster with a laser printer and b&w content only :)

Next, it was sewing and glueing. I won't go into detail here because the video tutorials are way better at explaining. All in all, with the right tools, this was done rather easily and with barely any mistakes, so I didn't have to print anything again, thankfully.

Step 3: The endpapers

I got a scrapbook 12x12in block in this abstract colours. I had many different ideas on how to match the theme, but I ended up choosing these colourful patterns that align with how Ominis perceives the world. Then, I added the quotes from the story.

The endpaper of the front got this sky-like print to go with the dialogue Ominis and Phineas have when they are children.

P: How would you know what blue skies look like? O: I don't know. And I don't mind not knowing.

The endpaper of the back is in green x blue shades, colours that are also a big part of the story. For the quote, I chose one of their last lines when their relationship is established.

P: Ominis, you always care too much about the others... but who takes care of you? O: No one ever did. P: Let me care for you. Please. Let me love you, Ominis Gaunt. O: Will it make any difference if I say no? P: Absolutely not. O: Will it make any difference if I love you back? P: Fucking absolutely yes.

Step 4: The cover! (Yes, the most interesting part!)

This was the most challenging step in both the conception of the design (too many ideas to choose from) and the execution (I've never hated box cutters so much.)

With the basic cardboard casing cut and glued, I chose a faux leather material as a book cloth. This might be the choice I regret the most, because the glue it comes with is not that strong, so it would often unstick easily, and also, it's a bit too thick, leaving the corners a bit weird. But the final result was a bit worth it.

For the cover design, I printed the art with fabric HTV and ironed it on. On top of it, I threw in some wisteria petals (a reference to the song "the lakes", by Taylor Swift), and another quote of the story at the back.

I didn't have a cricut machine back then for the vynil pieces, so I ordered it online. This part was harder than I thought, once again because of the faux leather choice: as I ironed the HTV, some parts of the material melted lol.

Lastly, I decided last minute to create a clear dust jacket because the combination of the faux leather + printed HTV seemed tro fragile to be handled. I liked the final result, but ironing the HTV on the acetate was a pain lol.

In summary, this was so much fun and not as hard as I expected, craft-wise. The designing of it all took the most time just because I wanted every little detail to have a meaning :)

I made two copies to gift one to a friend, so it gave me the opportunity to make the first one and mess it up, then, for the second one, I had already learned from my mistakes.

There are many things I'd do differently for my next binds, but that's the most fun part: experimenting with materials, themes, and processes.

[gremlin-girly]

Ionian Sun

Part 1 | Part 2 ->

Part of @steviebbboi 's 200 Follower writing challenge submissions 💥 and the first fic that inspired the Sun, Sea and Sirens Collection

Header by me in Canva, images sourced from Pinterest (credit to OG creators/posters) | Dividers by @/cafekitsune

Pairing: siren!Ari Levinson x f!reader

Prompt(s): "You're taking me so well, baby."

Tags/Warnings: SMUT, monster fucking (ig), dub con, petnames (sweetness, baby, guppy), skinny dipping, groping, light teasing, oral (f recieving), sex in the sea (salty), p in v (wrap it!), creampie, breath play (kinda? You're underwater for a minute maybe less), riding (cowgirl), marking (one measly love bite), no beta

My warnings are non-exhaustive and likely I've missed some, please read at your own risk. And Minors do not interact!!

Summary: After breaking up with your boyfriend whilst holidaying in Greece, you decide to still go on the expedition cruise you paid for. However, upon meeting the alluring boat owner Ari, your day (and night) becomes a lot more mystical than you ever expected.

Word count: 5.4k

A/N: Hello! Welcome to the first instalment of @steviebbboi's 200 follower writing challenge! This actually wasn't the first idea I had but when the idea popped into my head I just couldn't resist (I've been writing it since two Sundays ago). I honestly didn't expect to have multiple fics in the works for this challenge lmao (the prompts were just too good) so I hope you enjoy and stick around for the other instalments (if I can get round to them - maybe make them like... 2k? That would be nice 💀). - Love, Grem x

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The heat of the bright Greek sun beat down on your exposed back as you stormed down to the pier at 10am. You had meant what you said when you told your boyfriend that you would go without him on the boat outing if he wasn't up in time, and even after pettily slamming every door in the B & B, he still refused to get up.

Fury boiled in your stomach and angry tears were hidden behind your sunglasses as you searched for the boat you were supposed to find; Circe's Blessing.

It had been the only thing you had planned for the holiday, the only thing you had been looking forward to doing since arriving on the island paradise of Ithaca and your boyfriend had almost ruined it for you. Again.

You'd wanted to visit some of the ancient ruins and the Odyssey Palace but your boyfriend had insisted on relaxing and enjoying the beaches. Enjoying them a little too much, in fact. He'd drank too much despite your warnings and combined with the heat, it had completely wiped him out.

What's worse was that this holiday was a last-ditch attempt to salvage an already-failed relationship, suggested and booked by your so-called boyfriend.

Ex-boyfriend.

You'd told him when you were leaving that if he didn't join you at the pier when you were supposed to set off, you were done. You already knew deep down that he probably would try to call your bluff and not show up but it still hurt.

But you had paid for this experience and currently you were too fuming to care that you'd paid for two people, not just yourself.

You reached a large catamaran that had Circe's Blessing in cursive on the back. The boat was sleek and white, with blue buoys hanging limply at the sides. You could just about see the quarters from where you stood, hidden beneath protective sails. There was a small kitchen and dining table surrounded by a very comfortable looking sofa, with two woolly throws and a multitude of pillows; but no captain.

You seethed for a moment, huffing and grumbling, believing the captain of your cruise had let you down as well.

"Hello?" You called, inching closer to the boat. You peered up to the top deck, but there was no one at the wheel. Stepping onto the boat alone was out of the question. You skim through the booking information on your phone and find the captain's name.

"Ari? Hello?"

A man suddenly emerged from the cabin door. He grinned over to you and you did a double take. He was shirtless, toned but not overly muscled, with coarse hair gathering from his pectorals to his sternum and a dark line trailing down in a thin line and disappearing below a pair of khaki shorts. Your eyes flick up to his face - grateful for your sunglasses hiding your shameless glance. Although, his face was just as spectacular to look at. A thick beard that hid a sharp jaw and equally thick, long, brown hair that Ari ran his hand through, showing off more of his strong arms. And those eyes... damn. If you didn't know any better, you'd think you were stood before a Greek God. Suddenly, your boyfriend not being around made this even better. You wouldn't have to tolerate the jealousy or insecurity of being around such a... well, such an attractive man.

"You must be Y/N," Ari comments, crossing the deck in two strides and offering you a hand over the boat railing. "I thought there was two of you?"

"Uh, yeah." You reach out and shake his hand, standing on tip toes to reach properly. "He um... is sick."

Ari is just as unconvinced as you are by your half-lie but he smiles nonetheless. "Oh, that's a shame. Just you and me today."

You hum and offer a wry smile and Ari's ocean eyes glimmer, his head jerking to the end of the boat. "Come on, let's not waste the sunshine. Hop on."

Ari gives you a brief rundown of the boat rules; where not to stand, what not to do and shows you where everything is situated so that you may help yourself to drinks and snacks if you so wished.

The room you originally thought was the main cabin was technically the lounge area. Off to the side and down a short, but narrow, flight of stairs was a large master bedroom, a tiny bathroom and another bedroom. You can feel his gaze follow you as you familiarise yourself with the boat you'll be on for the next few hours. You may have felt uncomfortable, if he wasn't so heart-stoppingly gorgeous. In fact, you could feel your heart racing at the thought of being around him all day. Ditching your ex at the hotel was a stellar choice after all.

Your eyes widen, and you hum with a nod, looking impressed. "It's quite the set up," You say, climbing back up the stairs.

Ari flashes you another grin, offering you a large hand as you clamber the final few steps. You take it and are tugged up quickly, almost making you yelp.

"Sorry, don't know my own strength," Ari chuckles, looking sheepish as he releases you. His chuckle rumbles in his throat and it makes you smile, easing the nerves that make your stomach flutter. Ari checks his watch quickly before continuing. "We'll set off in about five minutes, I've just got to get the anchor up. There's a few beaches and islands of interest on our journey - then I'll make us lunch."

You hum in acknowledgement, nodding along. "Sounds great."

You catch that same glimmer in Ari's eyes that you saw earlier but it's disappeared almost as soon as you've spotted it. He smiles once more and heads out to the deck.

Despite the sea looking calm before you set off it was anything but.

The choppy waves, despite being gentle as Ari insisted, still rocked the boat enough for your stomach to flip uncomfortably.

"Not a sea lover I take it?" Ari calls to you from the wheel. He'd hidden his blue eyes behind aviators (that made him no less handsome) but you could tell he his gaze was still fixed upon you in your bikini.

"It's not that," You explain, sitting up in your seat and taking a sip of water. "I love the sea. just not... bobbing on top of it."

"I can stop the boat here?" Ari suggests, looking out over the open sea. "It's not a bad place for a swim. It might help ease your stomach."

"Hrm. Maybe."

Sea spray flies over the sides of the boat and for a moment you think you see a sheen of something glittering on Ari's leg. You shake your head. It must be water reflecting in the sun or the champagne you're drinking combined with the rocking of the boat.

"You know what? Sure. What the hell." You balk as your stomach flips again and Ari chuckles, that beautiful rumbling sound seemingly echoing around your ears.

"Aye aye."

The swim spot was gorgeous. Turquoise waters glittered in the early afternoon sun and, unsurprisingly, being in the water helped ease your flipping stomach. You treaded water and watched the fish below go about their business like you weren't even there.

Ari watches you over the railing, arms folded and straining against his shirt. His aviators are pushed back like a make-shift headband. He watches you and chats to you as you swim, about your life back home and what brought you to Ithaca. You conviently leave out the part about your ex boyfriend - who you haven't heard from thanks to the lack of signal - but happily converse with him while you float atop the water.

"You ought to watch out," He calls playfully. "I heard there are merfolk in these waters."

You giggle and give him a faux-withering look, catching his playful grin. "I thought merfolk were all women? And only interested in men?"

"They're interested in whatever they can get their hands on." Ari smirks down at you and despite the warmth of the water you shiver.

"Does that mean I'll be eaten?" You ask, your body relaxing to the surface of the water and letting your eyelids flutter closed.

"Depends," Ari chuckles. "Do you taste as good as you look?"

Your hips falter, dipping back into the water to cool your reddening face. When you reappear, Ari is still smiling down at you and you huff playfully swimming towards the boat.

"How often does that line work for you?" You tease, climbing the ladder onto the back platform of the boat.

"Less than I'd care to admit." Ari greets you at the platform, wrapping you in a towel and handing you a bottle of water. You make a humph sound and bite back a smile; knowing damn well that line worked wonders on you.

"I'll head to the next stop and I'll make lunch?" Ari suggests, walking back to the wheel.

"Sounds like a plan, captain." You tease and Ari pulls a face, placing a hand over his heart.

"Never call me that again." He deadpans but still gives you a grin.

Hours melt together as you and Ari spend the day out at sea. His cooking was to die for and you got to pry into his mind a little too, although you couldn't convince him to jump into the water with you.

Ari showed you more than one beach and smaller islands that weren't on your scheduled tour, sharing titbits and tales from Greek mythology. You found yourself enraptured by his voice; hanging on to his every word. Slowly but surely, the sky fades into hues of pink and lilac as the sun sets on the horizon and you realise you've had the best day you've had in a long while. When you tell Ari as much he laughs.

"Me too. But why stop now?" His eyes have that strange glimmer to them again. "If you're not in any rush to get back - I have that spare room and... I think you should see the stars on the ocean."

You blink at him and your heart races. "I'd like that."

"Great," Ari grins broadly. "I know just the spot."

The stars had been beautiful and with ouzo poured and more stories shared you'd almost - almost - managed to get a kiss from Ari but the ocean decidedly had other plans and you would rather not puke your drinks back up into his lap. You bid him good night about an hour ago but the boat's rocking made it difficult to get a decent night's sleep. Your stomach churned each time the boat swayed over a wave, and the rich food from earlier plus the alcohol, hadn't helped either.

However, thoughts of Ari were interrupted when you heard a splash and your ouzo-filled brain thought Ari must have tumbled over board. throwing off the covers you rushed up onto the deck in the darkness, trying not to trip over any ropes or footholds.

"Ari?" You look around the boat curiously, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself. Though there wasn't much of a breeze, there was still a chill in the night air. "Ari, are you okay?"

You wandered around to the diving deck, where you found a pair of boxers and khaki's neatly folded on the side. Your heart lurched into your throat and you headed over to the railing. The sea was ink black in the night now, no stars to reflect on the surface, the light of the boat offering only mere inches of light. It was like staring into an endless void.

"Ari?!" Your voice took on a more panicked shrill this time, straining your eyes into the darkness. Then there was the sound of water breaking and a splash nearby, Ari's voice echoing from somewhere you couldn't see.

"You called, sweetness?"

You sigh loudly with relief. "Oh, thank god. I thought you may have taken a trip over board."

Ari chuckles, just coming into view of the boat. "Well, I did but I dived."

You roll your eyes and ignore him. "In the dark? Can't you see?"

"I have good eyesight." He says simply and you think he must be lying because you can barely see a damn thing. "Why don't you join me?"

You pause for a moment before eyeing his abandoned clothes, your eyes narrowing as you look for him. "You wouldn't come in with me earlier when it was warmer."

"You can't skinny dip at night." He counters, before teasing, "Come on, haven't you ever skinny dipped before?"

"It's not just that!" You counter defensively. "I can't see where I'm jumping. what if I knock my head or -"

"-get stolen away by a merperson?" You don't have to see him to know he's smirking. "I'll save you don't worry. I'll keep you close."

You sigh. This is another one of those what-the- hell moments you've been having all day. You strip away the shirt Ari let you borrow and your panties and throw them haphazardly on top of his neatly pile clothes. You walk a few paces back and steel yourself with a mighty puff of air.

"If you don't catch me Ari, I swear..."

The diving platform disappears into nothing and fear wracks you for a moment before you take that fear and run with it, literally. Your feet pound against the boat's plastic flooring and you leap from the platform and into the darkness.

The water is colder than expected. You're body shudders as it's enveloped by the sea's grasp. You don't know how deep you've gone - only that you have to swim up. You want to open your eyes on instinct but it's pointless; even above the surface of the water you can no longer see your own limbs.

But Ari can.

As soon as he heard you take a charge from the diving board he ducked under the water, swimming a few feet in seconds to watch your naked form break the water and almost hang angelically suspended for a few moments before attempting to swim to the surface.

Ari swims forward with ease before wrapping his arms around your soft waist and raising you to the surface in his arms. The moment you break free of the water, you suck in a huge gasp for air, making Ari smile.

"You okay there, guppy?" He murmurs into your ear, his arms constricting you slightly.

"Please tell me there are no sharks in these waters, Ari." You say meekly, only half-joking.

"Shouldn't you have asked before jumping in?"

"Probably." you puff. "But are there?"

"No. Just me." His chest rumbles with a half-chuckle again and your head falls against his shoulder, acting of it's own accord. You look up at him not even noticing that you're not treading water or the fact that you can't feel the gush of Ari's legs treading either.

Somehow, Ari looks even more mesmerising through the darkness, illuminated only by the tiny lights of the boat. His blue eyes look black, almost predatory like a shark's, and you find yourself smiling up at him.

"What's wrong, guppy?" Ari smiles back down at you, squeezing you again and running his nose along your cheek.

You swallow but your throat feels dry, your heart hammering as you look up at him, melting into his hold. "Nothing at all."

This doesn't feel like it did with your ex at all. You feel like you're floating and drowning all at once in Ari's presence; there's something about how comforting and downright gorgeous he is that's drawn you in, keeping you here in his orbit all day and all night. Not that there's anything wrong with that, being a newly single woman and all.

You can feel hardness of his length pressed against your ass and that only excites you further. You'd never taken yourself as someone who'd be skinny dipping at night with a man you'd just met but to hell with it - after the day, the week, the damn year you'd had - you were allowed to be a romantic for a day. But when something thick and scaly brushes past your leg, you squeal in terror and cling onto Ari.

"I think that was a fish!" You half whisper, looking into the depths. Darkness only looks back at you.

"Mm." Ari hums amusedly. "You tend to find them in the sea, guppy."

You frown over at him but smile. "Ha ha, don't be a smart ass."

Ari snorts, running his large hands over your waist. "Sorry, sweetheart. Force of habit."

You grumble but you turn to face him properly, wrapping your arms around his neck to anchor yourself.

"You are forgiven." You say softly, eyes flickering to his blue-black ones. "But only if we pick up where we left off earlier."

"I think I can manage that." Ari's beard is softer than you imagined against your skin and that salty sea-air scent that he wears so well seems to be accentuated now. Your hands glide through his wet hair, holding his head steady as your lips finally meet. The first kiss is tentative and sweet but the budding tension that has been building since the moment you laid eyes on one another soon takes hold and your lips collide with reckless abandon, exploring each other's mouths hungrily.

Your legs wrap around the soft skin of his hips. They feel strangely silky but when your leg moves upwards against his skin, it scratches. Pushing the thoughts away, eager to keep kissing and groping the delectable man before you, who'd given you the best day of your life this year. And now about to give you the best night.

One of Ari's calloused hands runs over your bare breasts, squeezing them lightly as you both kiss and he swallows your moans eagerly, half-growling back at you. It's dizzying being in his hold, having his body against yours, and you shift your hips impatiently, brushing your slit against his cock.

"Fuck," Ari curses breathlessly. "Are you-?"

"I'm sure." You say quickly with a curt nod, nipping against his bottom lip. Ari's chesire grin is visible through the darkness and he inches you both back towards the ladder and small platform.

"Slip your arms through the sides," Ari says in-between butterfly kisses over your chest, making you shiver and giggle with delight. "I really do want to see for myself if you taste as good as you look. I've thought about it all day."

Your heart thuds against your ribs and your arms feel as if they'll pop from their sockets with how hard your clinging to the ladder. The moon appears, illuminating the surface of the sea into liquid silver. You smile as you look out to the glimmering horizon, awestruck by the view as Ari kisses up your legs and thighs.

You giggle and squirm slightly. He'd been under an awfully long time. Maybe because he was a diver in his free time and an excellent swimmer; holding his breath for long periods may be a natural side effect.

Something moved under the calm surface - a powerful movement of muscle that disrupted the moon's image with ripples. Panic seizes you for a moment, thinking of sharks, but realised it may have been Ari kicking his legs instead. You can feel his warm palms pry your thighs open gently, slotting himself between them and placing your legs over his shoulders. You brace yourself against the ladder when you feel Ari nibble at the soft, sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. Your whole body twitches when you feel a kiss to your clit and you moan lowly. There's no need to worry about being too loud - you're out in the ocean, away from civilisation and in your own slice of paradise. The sense of freedom washes over you and when Ari licks a stripe of your cunt under the quiet rolls of the waves, you moan louder.

You can feel vibrations around your clit that make you shudder and note Ari must be humming in approval, before he attacks your cunt with his tongue again. Your eyes roll back and your thighs squeeze around Ari's soft hair but he's relentless, ensuring you're a moaning mess under his tongue. You feel Ari twist beneath you, changing position to lap at your cunt and anchor you onto his face with his strong arms. You pant and call out his name to the sea beyond as you cum ignoring the angry burning of your arms hooked around the ladder.

You hear a thrashing sound and assume it's Ari's legs again but when you raise your head, you're not looking at legs. You're looking at a tail.

It was only for a moment but you were enraptured by the sight; a long, thick, muscled tail whose scales twinkled like gemstones of the most cerulean of blues in the moonlight. At the tip of the tail fanned outwards like billowing silk, paler than the scales you'd seen but no less beautiful. But then it was gone and Ari was still beneath the surface, lavishing your cunt with adoration you hadn't experienced in a long while. You suck in a breath at the sensations; overwhelmed from cumming once already and you can feel your legs begin to shake as your second orgasm draws near.

After a few more moments of pleasure, long licks and more suckling from Ari's mouth, the water ripples again. This time it's more violent, whipping against the gentle current as Ari changes back to his original position, suckling erratically on your clit, soon joined by two of his fingers into your pussy that make you cry out his name in a choked sob.

Another swish of the tail just below the surface of the water breaks your spell. You let go of the ladder with one arm, finding Ari's soft hair and tugging it, urging him up. Ari's handsome face appears inches from yours, but his fingers are still exploring your throbbing pussy.

"What is it, guppy?" Ari murmurs softly, squeezing your waist, his fingers continuing to scissor you. He's not even breathless, you realise through your haze, as he presses sweet open kisses along your neck.

"I... I saw something."

Ari nuzzles your neck, pushing wet hair away from your skin with his nose. "Did you now?"

"There was a tail," You whisper, mewling when Ari's fingers trail from your hole up to your clit, rolling it gently. His teeth are sharp as they graze against your skin but he only hums in response.

You feel yourself start to relax into the vibrations from his throat. It felt like you were floating when you were kissing him again - kissing his face to make him smile and kissing his throat to feel the beautiful, melodic humming against your lips.

"Did it scare you?" He asks finally when you go limp in his arms.

"No," you admit immediately, looking at him. "It was beautiful."

He holds your gaze for a moment that stretches into an eternity. You feel the wracking of your heart slow but heat rushes to your cheeks and you don't dare break his gaze. There's that glimmer - the one you've been catching in his eyes every time he looks at you - and it sets your body alight.

And then he starts humming.

It's not a song you recognise but there's a clear, sweet melody that melts away the world around you. Leaving only you and Ari, afloat in the moonlight gazing at one another. Something stirs beneath the surface you pay it no heed; Ari is your focus. You're leaning closer into him, occasionally humming in symphony, once again drowning in his presence.

Ari slowly moves away from you, dipping beneath the surface and you follow without a second thought. Your eyes are squeezed tightly shut, swimming blindly into the depths when you hear Ari's voice call your name. It's almost crystal clear.

When you hear him call your name again, this time with a coax of opening your eyes, you squint in the direction of his voice. Salt burns the soft pulp of your eyes as the widen in awe. Two feet away from you, engulfed in silvery moonlight is the tail you'd seen, trailing all the way to human hips which you knew to be Ari's after ogling him all day long. Your mouth fell open on instinct and bubbles of precious air dissipate in seconds, when you feast your eyes on what was (would have been?) between his legs.

He swam towards you, his tail moving effortlessly under the water. His long hair wafted around him, weightless as he pecked your lips with a teasing smile.

"I told you," he spoke but the words sounded slightly garbled by the water but he's grinning at you r expression. "There are merfolk are in these waters."

The need for air burned at your lungs and Ari scooped you up, breaking the surface in seconds. You gasped and spluttered, torn between being terrified and enraptured. Ari seemed nonplussed, still peppering kisses over you.

"You -You-" you can't quite get the words out but Ari hums again, your brain shrouded with the delightful mesmerising numbness as before.

"Don't panic, guppy. I've got you."

You nod and hum in understanding, unable to help yourself from giving him a gooey-eyed look. Ari's eyes light up, pressing his cheek against your chest, smiling broadly.

"Again, guppy." He sighs wistfully. "Sing for me again."

"Hmm? Oh!"

Ari bites onto the flesh of your neck, sucking and kissing the forming bruise, making you gasp before it transforms into a long, low muffled moan as you fight to keep your mouth shut.

"Just like that," He praises, raising his head to kiss your lips again. "You've been doing it all day; teasing me. And for that I'm going to keep you singing until dawn. But I want you now."

Without much warning, Ari dips under the surface of the water and you manage to take a small gasp of air before a hand grasps your ankle and pulls you beneath the waves. You don't go deep and as soon as you're below surface level Ari has swam around you; kissing you all the way from ankle to neck before flipping you to "lie" flat in the water, pulling you up against his hips. His cock sits between your folds as Ari smiles down at you, your eyes squeezed shut and wishing you could witness what was about to happen.

Ari reaches between you, rubbing his length along your slit teasingly before pushing into your tight hole. You make a small sound and force yourself to hold your breath for longer, desperately wanting Ari to continue. Your pussy flutters around him as he slowly enters, allowing you time to adjust, and his hand goes back to grasp your hips; pulling you onto him rather than forcing into you. Your hips meet; his scales gently scratching at your inner thighs and make your head swim.

"That's it," Ari's voice is a gentle caress, easing you into being pleasantly suspended on his cock. You grasp helplessly at the water, searching blindly for Ari, for something to anchor your body too before he starts fucking you, but to no avail.

"You take me so well, baby." his voice swims around your ears, your pussy tightening at his praise. His hips buck up into you and you squeak in surprise, bubbles rolling up your face and dancing to the surface above. You can hear and feel the vibrations of his deep chuckle throughout your body and you have to set your jaw to stop yourself opening your mouth.

You know he's watching you. You can feel his eyes wandering over your body as he moves his hips languidly into you. Your hair wafts around you and you feel weightless, euphoric even. You want to gasp but can't risk losing too much air instead opting to make a strangled hum as you try and reach for Ari again.

He grins down at you victoriously when you peek at him again, eyes burning, but you catch a glimpse of his face surrounded by a halo of moonlight. He's a myth come true; a siren of the sea who has you bound to him with his voice and those damn glittering cerulean eyes. Anymore thoughts are quickly fucked out of you as Ari's hips slam suddenly move into yours at a new, feral pace.

Your back arches against nothing, fingers gripping at molecules as you try to fight screams of dizzying pleasure, your legs tightening at his waist, brushing against the scales of his tail. Another almost-pained growl rips from your throat instead.

"That's it, guppy," His voice echoes. "Sing for me."

Your lungs start to burn and you smack at Ari's arm weakly. Ari's thrusts stutter for a moment as he realises what you need, pausing briefly to return you to the surface.

You make an ungodly gasp for air as you break the surface, relief filling your lungs as they finally receive the oxygen they were craving. However, the relief is short-lived as Ari starts fucking up into you instead.

You fall forward, but find his hard chest just beneath the surface; a warped image of his face beneath it but you think you could spot that grin anywhere now. His tail thrashes as he moves again, his cock plunging further into you at this angle and you howl into the night sky, bracing against his shoulders under the water. Ari's cock knocks against your cervix, and your walls clamp down onto him; intending to milk him for everything he was going to give.

"Ari," You draw out his name, your body putty in his grasp. You can't of anything else but him, nor he you, as he hears your muted melody of his name under the water. Ari curses and although you can't quite hear him, you can feel his cock twitch and his hips stutter before he stills, filling you to the brim with cum.

You both panted and puffed, albeit in opposite sides of the water, savouring the moment (or rather, night) you had both had. Ari's tail swished gently in the current, keeping you both steady and once you had caught your breath, you dipped your head down beneath the waves and kissed his lips. Ari hummed happily, his arms wrapping around your torso and pulling you back under - his cock still buried inside you. You smile and giggle, letting the bubbles get caught in his hair.

"We can't stay out here guppy," he murmurs, nuzzling his beard against your neck. "You'll get ill. Let's get you back on the boat."

Ari keeps you close as he moves towards the boat, helping to hoist you up and out of the water - even if he is disappointed to have to remove himself from you first. He covers your back and legs in kisses as you climb up the ladder, making you giggle but a swift playful smack to your ass has you hissing his name.

"I couldn't help it." He shrugs innocently, hoisting himself onto the smaller platform his tail on full display and the tip floating lazily in the water. You head into the cabin and grab two towels, tossing one back to Ari.

Your eyes are transfixed on his tail. "So... your tail is the reason you didn't want to swim today." You comment trying to be nonchalant, wrapping yourself in the towel.

"Hey, eyes up here." Ari teases, toweling his hair. "And I can't exactly hide it in the beautiful, clear Greek sea."

You blush a little, feeling more questions bubble up but not knowing where to begin. Ari grins up at you, his tail slowly vanishing with a faint shimmer. You blink rapidly feeling a little bewildered, and a lot crazy.

Ari stands up, stretching with a groan, before padding over to you, not even bothering to wrap himself in the towel.

"You can ask all the questions you want later, guppy." He pecks your lips, taking your hand and leading you back into the main cabin and carefully down the stairs. "Let's get you back to bed first. I promised I'd keep you singing until sunrise."

A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

This took me SO LONG to finish I don't even wanna talk about it and it got posted before I finished writing it. (And it may or may not be a H20: Just Add Water thing going on lmao). But yeah... longest fic I've ever posted so far.

I have one or two more ideas based around merfolk but I can't really give ya a timeline (sorry) . But Thoughts? Thots? Do we really need more Merman Ari? Probably.

And yes the stupid amount of humming in this fic was siren song (bc vibrations and such) - I apologise for the copious amounts if humming.

Anyways, thanks for making it this far - and thanks for reading! <3

[espuor]

[miniemalism]

oi, tudo bem? vc poderia fazer algumas headers p&b nesse estilo?

oiê, tudo e você? postei ♡

[britestarz]

Hello Hello!! Welcome to my multifandom blog! Now here's my....

I N T R O P O S T !

(Oh god ignore this poorly made header I'm trying my best to make this pretty as possible waaaa-/silly)

First of all, My name is Hoshi! But you can also call me Brite, Britening, or Sixty Three!

I am a square with AuDHD, anxiety, and a few other things I prefer to keep personal. My age is in between 13-17.

I'm pan and bigender, my pronouns are She/Her, or He/Him!

^ By Me!

^ By @smal5504 (TYSM!!!!)

I do draw and make art here and there but not very often, as I tend to have massive artblock, and lack any motivation. (This is why I do not take requests rn!! Sorry... 💔)

My goal is to make a lot of friends here! But I kinda do have a bit of an issue with texting first... so if you want, reach out to me and say hi! (I might take a while to respond due to my anxiety)

I have a bit of bad grammar/writing so apologies if something I say doesn't make much sense, please let me know!

I'm into a truckload of fandoms that include the following: LearningBlocks, StoryBots, BatWheels, Object Shows, Portal, Dog Man, Avm/Ava, Animal Crossing, Mr Men Little Miss, TADC, Rayman, Plants Vs Zombies, JS&B, Cookie Run, Nickelodeon, and a thousand more i may have forgot to list. (Fandoms in bold are my main hyperfixations!)

Oh! Since i'm into so many fandoms, I want to make one thing clear, please don't follow me for one specific fandom. I repeat, do not follow me for one specific fandom!/nm/gentle the last thing I would want to do is upset my fans, and my hyperfixations tend to change alot! So, unless you want to see never ending fandom junk follow at your own risk/silly

Hmmm... what else can I put here?... OOH!

Tag Stuffs!!

#brite's text posts - I don't do these very often as I don't have much to really talk about so this is rare lol

#brite's nick jr interests - I only used this tag a couple of times when I brainrotted over nick jr shows in December 2024 but I plan on using it again, it's basically where I either reblog or post about my special interests that revolve around nick jr shows

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[dumpitos]

harry styles header plsssss (algumas em p&b)

[sophiethewitch1]

1K CELEBRATION EVENT OPEN! CLOSED!

Hello, welcome! This event is going to celebrate my first thousand followers :D!! It's as the header says, a yandere alphabet, but with my special brand of soft yandere. Please feel free to send in letters for whoever you'd like, there's no limit, I might just pick and choose if you request a lot of letters. Thank you so much for following, I'm so happy you're here! Let's keep having lots of fun together <3 <3

ACCEPTING A-Z REQUESTS FOR:

The batboys (Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Duke) The batgirls (Barbara, Steph, Cass) My OCs (Silvan, Daire, etc.) MAYBE for most DC characters, blue lock characters, bnha characters

Alphabet made by @/jaydenchip404 tysm for making this!

List below the cut!

A = Affection (Is Their Love All-consuming, Expressed Through Possessive Gestures and Overwhelming Intensity With No Bounds?):

B = Blood (How Messy Are They Willing to Get in Pursuit of Their Darling? Would They Embrace Chaos and Revel in the Crimson Tableau Painted by Their Actions?):

C = Cruelty (Once Abducted, How is Their Treatment Marked by a Twisted Sense of Devotion? Does Mockery Become a Dark Form of Endearment?):

D = Darling (Beyond Morality, is Any Act Justified in Their Pursuit of Their Darling? Is Consent Merely an Obstacle to Be Overcome?):

E = Exposed (To What Extent Do They Bare Their Heart to Their Darling? How Vulnerable Are They When It Comes to Their Obsession?):

F = Fight (Does Resistance Only Fuel Their Passion? Do They Find Thrill in the Chase and the Challenge of Subduing Their Darling?):

G = Game (Is Every Move Meticulously Orchestrated, Turning the Pursuit Into a Twisted Game? Do They Derive Pleasure From Watching Their Darling Attempt Escape?):

H = Hell (How Carefully Crafted is Their Darling's Worst Experience, Designed to Break the Spirit While Strengthening the Bonds of Possession?):

I = Ideals (Does Their Envisioned Future Solely Revolve Around the Union With Their Darling? Is Their Love the Only Guiding Force?):

J = Jealousy (Does Jealousy Course Through Their Veins, Leading to Possessive Outbursts and a Relentless Need to Eliminate Perceived Threats?):

K = Kisses (Are Their Acts of Affection Both Tender and Suffocating? Do Their Kisses Blend Love and Possession, Leaving No Room for Escape?):

L = Love Letters (Is Courting an Intricate Dance Marked by Obsessive Letters and Gestures That Blur the Line Between Devotion and Insanity?):

M = Mask (How Drastic is the Difference Between Their Public Facade and True Self? Is the World Seeing a Mask, While Their Darling Witnesses Unfiltered Madness?):

N = Naughty (Is Punishment a Dark Art, a Methodical Infliction of Pain Designed to Correct Perceived Transgressions and Reinforce Control?):

O = Oppression (How Many Rights Are They Willing to Take Away From Their Darling, Molding Their World Into a Prison of Their Design?):

P = Patience (Is Their Patience a Calculated Facade, Concealing the Storm Brewing Beneath the Surface? Is It a Waiting Game for the Perfect Moment?):

Q = Quit (Is Moving on an Alien Concept for Them? Would the Death, Departure, or Escape of Their Darling Shatter Their World, Leaving Behind an Irreparable Void?):

R = Regret (Would Guilt Ever Be a Foreign Emotion, Overridden by the Conviction That Their Actions Are Justified? Is the Idea of Letting Their Darling Go Inconceivable?):

S = Stigma (Can the Roots of Their Obsession Be Traced to a Dark Past, a Blend of Childhood Trauma, Twisted Curiosity, and a Skewed Perception of Love?):

T = Tears (Does the Sight of Their Darling's Suffering Evoke a Twisted Pleasure, a Morbid Satisfaction Reinforcing Their Control?):

U = Unique (Do They Defy the Classic Yandere Archetype, Adding Layers of Complexity That Make Them Unpredictable and More Unnerving?):

V = Vice (Do Exploitable Weaknesses Exist, and is Discovering Them a Perilous Endeavor? Does Their Darling Tread on a Thin Line Between Manipulation and Survival?):

W = Wit's End (Is Hurting Their Darling a Dark Possibility, a Consequence of Their Unraveling Sanity When Faced With the Threat of Loss?):

X = Xoanon (Does Their Reverence for Their Darling Border on Worship, Reaching Extreme Lengths to Prove Their Devotion and Ensure Unwavering Loyalty?):

Y = Yearn (Is the Pining Relentless, an Insatiable Hunger That Consumes Their Every Waking Moment Until It Inevitably Snaps Into Obsession?):

Z = Zenith (Is Breaking Their Darling a Twisted Fantasy, the Ultimate Expression of Possession and the Culmination of Their Demented Love?):

[airbendertendou]

self care with your love! ♡

synopsis : various!HiGH&LOW boys allowing you to dote on them. [+ a special guest at the end!]

no pronouns used / gender neutral, though there is tons of talk abt makeup!!

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smacking your lips together and MURAYAMA saying he likes your lipgloss color but before you can put it on him he smooches it away until it fades.

giggles hitting the room around you as FUJIO says the eyeliner you’re putting on him tickles.

convincing YUKEN that the hand lotion you always carry will help his scarred and rough knuckles. [it’s only a small bonus that it smells like you.]

at every sleepover you force ask him to have, SACHIO will allow you to put this slimey n cold sheet mask on him.

while sitting on his lap, HYUGA says the eyelash glue you’re using to put rhinestone freckles on him stinks.

P giggling as he hovers over you as you lay flat on your back, messily appling your eyeshadow.

you n KIZZY ambushing KAITO to put glitter all on his face, his cheeks heated n warm as he sits between the two of you.

bonus!

suzuran watching on as their tough n badass leader GENJI curses, threatening people even w the multi-colored nail polish you applied to his fingies bc you couldn’t decide what color to do yours.

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