#— drabbles ▸ you're hitting your limit while i'm just getting in it

[2c75ff]

tag dump;

General:

— ic ▸ what's so foolish about wanting to have a little fun? — ooc ▸ we're gonna hit you with the aftermath — inbox ▸ and what do you want now? — memes ▸ nobody is as strong as i am — headcanons ▸ a part of the game — drabbles ▸ you're hitting your limit while i'm just getting in it — countenance ▸ am i giving you a hot flash? — my art ▸ you ain't seen the best of me yet — crack ▸ your sensors must be malfunctioning — saved ▸ too much is not enough

Supplementary:

— musings ▸ my whole life all i wanted was a change of pace — aesthetics ▸ break out the gate with a rock in your walk — fashion ▸ talking the talk; put up or shut up — interests ▸ you know it ain't easy running out of thrills — audio ▸ we make it loud

Verses:

— main; post cell ▸ i still don't fuck with the in crowd

[softxsuki]

Kya! I saw you write for one piece and 🥰🥰🥰 don't worry, I try not to spoil you!

How would Luffy react to a female magician s/o that can Do so effin much without a devil fruit, and perhaps making cute requests to make him fly or showing him underwater World. Just someone who is lovely, kind and super sweet

Headcannons/drabbles... I leave that to you how you want it🥰🥰

Have a nice day/afternoon/night 🩵🩵

Luffy With A Magician S/O

Pairing: Luffy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Genre: Fluff

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 610

Summary: In which you're a magician, part of the straw hat crew, and Luffy's s/o!

[A/N: So excited to write another request for one piece! I wish I could write for them more often but I have so many pending requests for other fandoms as well. I'm doing my best to evenly write for all the anime's on my writing list! But please send in all your OP requests, I need them <3 Thanks for sending this request in! What a fun idea <3 Hope you enjoy!]

Luffy:

Okay so because this is the One Piece universe, I’m gonna say that even though you don’t have a devil fruit, as a magician, you hold true magic! Okay? Okay

With that being said, Luffy is so entertained by you

Yes, his crew needs a chef, a musician, a navigator, a doctor, etc…but once he met you, he realized his crew also needed an entertainer

No, you weren’t a typical magician that pulls rabbits out of a hat (even though you probably could) but your magic allowed you to do so much more than your average trick

And Luffy loved your abilities so much, they brought him so much excitement

He’s always asking you to do something outrageous, going above and beyond with his requests to see how far your abilities truly go

From making him levitate, to cutting someone in half without killing them, his requests are endless, and sometimes even a little exhausting to keep up with

One of his favorite requests though are to see beneath the ocean; since he can’t swim, Luffy loves being able to see the ocean floor and the creatures that reside there

So if you’re able to create a magic bubble around you both and take him in the water, he’d love you forever (he already does)

You both love fooling around on the ship together, pranking the other crew members with your magic, and honestly the crew is fed up with your antics, but it’s nothing they aren’t used to already with Luffy onboard

During battles, Luffy sometimes gets distracted because he wants to see what crazy thing you’re going to do to your opponent using your magic

Catch him clapping his hands and laughing as you turn a marine’s sword into a balloon sword lol

“Ohh me next, turn my hands into metal Y/N!”

He’s so unserious, we love it

Though the cons to having magic and using is all the time is that you become drained very quickly, and when that does happen during a fight, Luffy is speeding to your side to protect you

After all, you’re more than just another crew member to him (or an entertainer as he recruited you as), you were his girlfriend and he would always make sure to take care of you

As much as he loved to see your magician abilities, your well-being was way more important to him

So whenever you do get drained, he takes you to a safe place, presses a kiss to your temple, and tells you to rest up while he and the rest of the crew take care of things

Of course sometimes you don’t listen to him; you’re part of the crew after all and if you just sit by and rest while everyone else surpasses their limits, you end up feeling a little useless

So you so what you can from afar, turning the opponents weapons into harmless objects, sometimes making their clothes vanish so they become flustered and distracted long enough so Sanji or Zoro can use that to their advantage, and sometimes you even help your crew avoid some hits by making them levitate or teleporting them to a safer area

You were definitely a very helpful member of the crew despite how tiring being a magican can be sometimes

Luffy gets a little upset that you didn’t follow his orders in staying somewhere safe and resting, but he’s grateful regardless

Once the fight it over, he’s carrying you back to the ship where he makes sure you spend the rest of the day resting without using any of your magic

He really loves you so much and you’ll always know that

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 08/23/2023

[clubdionysus]

[DRABBLE] Last Christmas

warnings: alcohol aisle but no consumption lol

wc: 1.2k

bd total wc: 540k (on-going)

minors dni | AO3 | series masterlist 

4 MONTHS EARLIER

"No," you say with a stern look in your eye as you clock Danbi's latest suggestion. At the opposite end of the supermarket aisle you've been down for the past ten minutes, she holds up a dark bottle of overpriced port.

"Oh, c'mon-"

"Absolutely not," you laugh as she walks towards you, shaking your head with playful disapproval. "We both know what happened last Christmas. We're not repeating it again this year."

While Danbi knows you're right, she still pouts. Doesn't even like port that much, just knew it would get a laugh from you, which is why she suggested it.

Late December, you're in need of drinks for the festive little gathering that you're hosting that evening. It'll be a small crowd, just a few friends and other halves, but you're looking forward to it.

You hadn't even been planning on drinking that much, but your boyfriend cancelled earlier in the week, so now you're thinking of just getting wasted. Bars are always open, and Danbi's been whining about a mistletoe kiss all week, so you might even hit the town.

Nothing is set in stone, except for Danbi's need to keep a smile on your face, 'cause Lord knows your 'good-for-nothing, sack-of-shit boyfriend' (her words, not yours) doesn't seem to care about it.

"I'm thinking vodka," you muse, looking at the shelves ahead of you. It's a small section compared to the rows upon rows of wine, but you're not after anything classy.

The aisle you're in is crowded; people stocking up last minute for supplies that will last them for the rest of the festive period. You really should have known better than to leave shopping until the last minute, but had also spent the past two days at home together, with the last of your wine supply and the entire Christmas movie collection on Netflix to see you through.

Christmas is the time to indulge in unhealthy habits, and indulge you have, but you think it's okay if it helps to heal your heart a little bit. So does Danbi. In fact, she's the enabler, here.

"I'm thinking you wanna get shitfaced," Danbi assesses as she meets you, and joins your contemplative gaze towards the clear bottles of alcohol.

The labels are all fairly similar - red, primarily. Shiny. Inherently festive, you think.

There's one bottle that's really grabbing your attention, though. Top shelf. Limited Edition Christmas bottle. Covered in glitter. Comes with a complimentary pot of shimmer dust to pair with the liquor. Is practically calling your name.

"And you don't?" You tease, glancing across to her, pleased to see that she's clocked it too. "What do you reckon? Worth the price tag?"

Nearly three times the price of your regular vodka, you only ever go for top-shelf on very special occasions - important birthdays, your graduation. Christmas doesn't qualify.

"I reckon with the money we'd save by getting the usual bottle, we could get edible glitter from the baking section and just make the bottle glittery at home," she reasons, but is also a sucker for a gimmick. "It is a nice bottle, though. And the vodka is better..."

Her thoughts linger in the air and have you contemplating just saying 'fuck it,' and going for the overpriced chaos of the glittery bottle - until you hear the clearing of a throat beside you.

"Word to the wise," the guy perusing the shelves next to you says, leaning slightly closer so you know that it's you he's talking to, then passes you a bottle from the middle of the self.

Though you can see him in your peripherals, you haven't really bothered to look in his direction - was too focused on the alcohol. The movement of his body spreads the silage of his aftershave, and you're reminded of why you like men so much.

He's dressed in all black, that much is certain, and the hand that passed you the bottle was covered in tattoos. Part of you fears looking in his direction, for the knowledge that you probably won't be able to stop.

"It's made in the same distillery as the top-shelf one," He continues. You don't look at him, still, too busy reading over the label. It's not one you've ever tried before, but it's in the same price bracket as your usual one. "It's just filtered one less time, and doesn't have the marketing budget. You can barely taste the difference. Most of the bars downtown swap the bottles, and no one ever notices. I never told you that, though. And Dionysus definitely doesn't do that. Merry Christmas."

Studying the bottle, you take a second before glancing up across to the man beside you - but he's already walking away.

"Nice to meet you, too," Danbi whistles under her breath as you both watch him head towards the next aisle. Didn't really get a good look at him, either. Didn't realise he was talking to you until the last second. "God. He was like a sauve, sexy Santa, delivering presents and dipping like that. Delightful."

"What does that make us then?" You laugh, still holding the bottle. "His little elves?"

"If that's what he wants us to be, sure," she playfully jokes.

"Well then- ho, ho, ho," you hum in agreement, looking to the now-empty end of the aisle. Broad, tall, and dressed for a funeral, you've no idea what your mystery vodka man actually looks like, but it doesn't really matter. You know he's hot. It was laced in the way he walked away. The way he spoke. The way he'd definitely been eavesdropping and waiting for the perfect time to bestow a little wisdom to you.

If there's one thing you like in a man, it's competence. It's why you're with Seokjin. He has it in abundance. And so did this mystery man, it would seem - or at least, he knows far more about obscure vodka brands than you. Maybe he's a bartender, you hypothesise. Or maybe he's just hot. Maybe both.

"Our very own Christmas miracle," you say with a smile, then turn to Danbi. "Baking aisle? We need edible glitter."

"Baking aisle," she nods, grinning just as brightly as you are. "Shame there wasn't any mistletoe there."

"I have a boyfriend," you remind her, shoulders knocking together as you walk.

Danbi holds her tongue. Could say all sorts of things about Seokjin and his less-than-saintly behaviours. It's Christmas after all. No time for discussions of such unpleasantries. One day, his horrible qualities will just be a memory of the past - as will the presence of your mystery supermarket Santa, and the club he mentioned. You'll think nothing of it as the word Dionysus rings in your head when Hoseok and Danbi insist on going to bars in a few months time to nurse your impending breakup.

You're none-the-wiser now, though. Ignorance is bliss.

Danbi just shrugs. Wraps an arm around you and squeezes you tightly. Giggles. "Bah humbug."

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[ellenhghg]

Head cannons For ff7 boys...ZAAAAAAACK (above all) for when they're super sick, puking...literally can't keep water down? Fever? I dunno just sick as heck.

They're favorite comfort or care routine to receive from their lovers?

Thank you for your request!! ♥ ♥ Took me a bit because of busy days. But! I have some headcanons + a drabble. I hope you like it! ^^

Super sick Zack Fair headcanons + drabble

♡‧₊˚ Zack is usually the epitome of health and energy, so when he’s hit by an illness that knocks him off his feet, it’s a pretty big deal. He doesn’t get sick often, but when he does, it’s a mess. ♡‧₊˚ At first, Zack tries to play it off like he’s totally fine—he’ll be stumbling around, barely able to keep his eyes open, insisting he’s still up for a sparring match or a mission. But it’s obvious to anyone looking that he’s not okay. ♡‧₊˚ When Zack finally accepts that he’s down for the count, he completely gives in to it. He’s suddenly the biggest baby in the world—pouty, clingy, and constantly asking for reassurance. “Babe, am I dying? Be honest. Cough, it’s bad, isn’t it?” ♡‧₊˚ Zack gets really whiny when he’s nauseous. He hates throwing up, and he’ll do anything to avoid it, even if it means curling up on the bathroom floor for hours. He’ll beg you for anything that might help, even if it’s just holding his hand or rubbing his back while he’s miserable. ♡‧₊˚ Zack is the type to tearfully ask "Do you still love me even though I'm all gross?" And of course you have to shower him with reassurance and affection. ♡‧₊˚ Zack's favorite comfort routine when he's sick is having his lover, you, run your fingers through his hair and massage his scalp. It's the one thing that can soothe him to sleep. ♡‧₊˚ He's a sucker for a good old-fashioned cold compress on his forehead. He'll sigh dramatically and proclaim that your healing touch is the only thing keeping him alive.

♡‧₊˚ Soup is an absolute must. But not just any soup - he wants your special homemade soup made just for him. With extra noodles. ♡‧₊˚ Don't even think of suggesting medicine. Zack will avoid it like a plague. You will have to gently insist it will make him feel better. While petting his head of course.

Zack groans miserably, huddled under a mound of blankets. His face is flushed with fever, dark spikes of hair plastered to his forehead with sweat.

"Nngh… (y/n)? 'Zat you?" He croaks, one bleary eye cracking open. "I think I'm dyin' here…"

You smile fondly, perching on the edge of the bed. Reaching out, you brush Zack's bangs back, fingers lingering on his overheated skin.

"You're not dying, you big baby," you tease gently, leaning down to press a kiss to his temple. "It's just the flu. You'll be back on your feet in no time."

Zack whines pitifully, nuzzling into your touch. "Doesn't feel like 'just the flu'… Feels like a herd of chocobos ran me over, then backed up for round two."

You chuckle, shaking your head. "Well, that's what happens when you insist on training in the rain, mister SOLDIER. Even your mako-enhanced immune system has its limits."

Zack pouts, but there's a sparkle of mischief in his glassy eyes. "Aw, c'mon babe… You know I gotta keep in shape! Gotta make sure these guns are locked and loaded, in case you need a big, strong hero to sweep you off your feet…"

He tries to flex, but the motion turns into a coughing fit, his whole body shaking with the force of it. You rub his back soothingly, waiting for the spasms to subside.

"Alright, Casanova, that's enough flirting for one day," you scold lightly, helping him settle back against the pillows. "What you need now is rest, fluids, and plenty of TLC."

Zack's face brightens at that, a hopeful grin tugging at his chapped lips. "TLC, huh? I like the sound of that…"

He waggles his eyebrows, or tries to - it comes out more like a drunken wobble, his coordination shot by the fever. You snort, flicking his nose gently.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Fair. I meant chicken soup and cuddles, not… whatever your fevered brain is cooking up."

Zack sighs dramatically, but there's a content gleam in his eyes as he snuggles into your side. "I suppose that'll do… for now. But once I'm better, you'd better be ready, babe. The Zack Attack waits for no one!"

You roll your eyes, but can't quite suppress the grin tugging at your lips. Wrapping your arms around your silly, wonderful boyfriend, you press a kiss to his sweaty brow.

"I'll hold you to that, hero. Now get some sleep - I'll be right here when you wake up."

Zack hums happily, already drifting off in your embrace. Even sick as a dog, he still manages to make your heart flutter with his irrepressible spirit and zest for life.

[artemis32]

Jrksnsk Ur yandere erasermic tho!! It's so good haha. Can I ask what do you think are the ways the reader can hurt them back? Because I noticed that your version of them is rougher(? Or maybe harder? I'm sorry I'm not good w/ words) than others (and I love both versions fyi!!)

So I'm just curious what kind of actions the reader can do to kind of get to them or hit them where it hurts, whether emotionally or physically haha. Like they're so shock or hurt that they can't even punish the reader for it- and if they do they're not that focused on what they're doing.

(bsksnsks I forgot but please feel free to ignore this if you're not taking requests rn or something 😭😭💜)

subjugation drabble v

this is such a delicious thought, i will run with it

subjugation masterlist

So, to truly get to either one of these men, you really have to take some below-the-belt shots. No holding back.

If you're too kind or soft about it, they'll laugh you off as they usually do.

If you're harsh and rough about it, but not enough, they'll just end up annoyed and take it out on you.

You need to stun them to the point of silence, truly shock them.

It's not an easy feat, and if you give them any time to think over what you've done, you'll probably be in more trouble than you'd thought, but if you manage to properly get under their skin, then you've earned yourself some peace and quiet for a while.

And if you do a really good job, you might actually get them to reflect on what they've done - not that they'll ever let you go, they'll just apologise and give you a bit more leniency.

Now, let's get to it.

Verbal

We've already established that calling them perverts or anything along those lines gets them super riled up, though not in the way you want. They become physically aggressive and aren't afraid to put you in your place if they think you've gone too far.

That being said, there are a few verbal jibes that can actually get under their skin, though probably not enough to shock them to a point where they genuinely have no idea how to react.

You could pay special attention to the fact that you were their student - don't outright mention it, but subtly allude to the fact that they were your teachers, people you trusted, long before you caught their eye. That'll give them pause, if only for a moment. After all, you're right.

Their feelings towards you are already wrong on so many levels, but add to that the fact that you were their underage student when they first met you? Regardless of the fact that nothing happened while you were their student, it strikes a nerve.

They, especially Hizashi, feel queasy for a few hours after that.

The best part is they can't even punish you for saying it, because you didn't actually say anything.

Or.

The option which will probably get you the lashing of your life.

You could mention their old friend.

How you found out about Oboro, they'll probably never find out. But regardless, you know about him, and their relationship with him, and you use that to your advantage.

Mention how disappointed your friend would be if he knew that this is what you've resorted to.

They'll be in too much shock to truly retaliate.

"What would he say? If he knew that his two best friends kidnapped a girl nearly half their age because they were just that pathetic?"

You might be expecting a backhand through the face, or a hit hard enough to send you flying, but it never comes.

They just stand there, shocked and appalled by your words, not even able to punish you for tone or your words.

(I'll probably write a separate drabble for this because damn, I love the potential with this piece)

Physical

A good old fashion kick to the groin should do it.

I'm not even kidding - if one day, you reach your limit, eager for even a mere two minutes of peace and quiet, and you decide to go for the nuts - well, whoever you hit will be down for a while.

They'll probably punish you for it, but that means admitting that you managed to pull one over on them, which they won't do. And, they're both well-seasoned pro-heroes. They should know better than to fall victim to a cheap shot like that, so it's completely on them.

Same goes for any head shots that manage to knock them out.

They aren't worried about you getting away, but if you manage to sneak up behind one of them and knock them unconscious - with an object or your own hands - they probably won't punish you, because again, it's on them for not paying more attention. They take it as their own punishment for their lack of awareness.

Plus, they'll never admit it, but the teachers in them are proud of how resourceful and smart you can be when you plan things like that out. It almost warms their hearts.

To them, you're more like a playful kitten than an actual threat.

Months of isolation and inactivity have made sure that any physical advantage you may have had, had melted away. It was difficult to maintain stamina or muscle strength when you were locked up inside for most of the day, and the fact that the two of them watched you like hawks whenever they were around didn't help either.

You couldn't do that much damage to them, at least not physically.

Emotional

The cliché "when you hurt yourself, you hurt us too" is something they'd say (or at least, Hizashi would).

To be completely honest with you, emotionally manipulating the two of them is actually pretty easy.

They truthfully do feel bad about what they've put you through, but they'll never admit it. Yes, they feel bad, so some subtle emotional manipulation would work pretty well on both of them.

Some small mention of the life you used to have; of the longing you feel for what you've lost - it won't really amount to much.

But overtime, it begins to wear on them.

They know how much they've made you suffer. They know, and they feel remorseful. Not enough to grovel and beg, or let you go, but enough for it to weigh heavily on them.

If you hurt yourself to hurt them - emotionally, physically, or otherwise - well, it'll work. Probably better than you'd like it to, honestly.

Immediately after they find out, they'd be stunned, unable to muster any reaction beyond silence. It'd take them a while to process it, but they'd eventually come to terms with it. After that though, they'd hover even more than they already do. They aren’t typically the kind of people who like to coddle you, but they’ll go above and beyond to crowd your space and take up all of your time.

Hurting yourself in any way would definitely get the reaction you want.

That and, if you expressed any emotional ailments you had because of them. That in particular would hurt Shouta - he loves you, and to hear that his actions hurt you - it kills him inside. He does what he does to keep you safe and happy, so it hurts to hear first-hand that it does the opposites.

Like I said, immediately after you’ve expressed your emotional distress, Shouta in particular is the most likely to give you some space.

It’s more to give himself time to think, reflect on himself and his role in everything, but it works out well enough – you’ll get some space from him and his overwhelming presence, and he soaks in the worry and anxiety for a few days before acting on whatever he’s decided.

With Hizashi, it has the opposite effect. He won’t give you any amount of space. Unlike Shouta, who gives you some space for a few days before crowding you, Hizashi immediately overwhelms you.

Of course, in his mind, you feel this way because he hasn’t given you enough love or attention, so clearly the only way to remedy the situation is to overcompensate for what he’s missed.

To emotionally manipulate him, giving him the cold shoulder works surprisingly well. Considering this is a fully grown man, you’d think he’d be able to easily distinguish when you’re trying to manipulate him, but he doesn’t.

If you really want to add insult to injury, give Shouta all of your attention – go above and beyond with your affection. Hizashi will think he’s done something unforgivable.

Cue the begging and pleading.

Be careful with that route though – Shouta is smart enough to see through your antics, and if he sees that you’re trying to manipulate or hurt Hizashi with your games, he’ll shut it down immediately. And then you’ll have a punishment to deal with on top of the usual treatment you receive from them.

Balancing both men while simultaneously manipulating them is a difficult feat, but if you’re smart and patient, you’ll manage. And truly, the results will be worth it.

You’ll have space from the two of them, some much needed peace and quiet, and two mopey men eager for your forgiveness.

Don’t take too long to wrap it up though – their remorse and sadness will very quickly turn to irritation and anger.

After all, they’re in control. You shouldn’t get to dictate your relationship with them, especially not when they’re so generous and take care of your every need without so much as a thank you in return.

But yeah, that's how you can hurt them back.

Their reaction ranges from mild irritation to genuine shock, but no matter what you do, they won't let you go, no matter how sorry they are.

[hearthouses]

top 4 works of 2023

I was tagged by @nameslikeguns and also @preseriesdean was an inspiration, but I modified it to four because I'm not super proud of any of my edits this year and I wasn't able to squeeze out another fic before the end of the year, so we're going with top four! I am also not going to rank them, but list them in chronological order from their posting date.

This year was a better year than the last two in terms of writing output, I had a rough 2021 and posted nothing, and only posted one fic in 2022, so four is a massive improvement, even if it feels miniscule compared of other people's outputs. The Fall was when I was most productive and I am very proud of what I wrote then, exploring concepts I was particularly interested in, even if it's not the most popular and putting myslf out there regardless.

I think I would have continued that streak had I not gotten covid, then 2+ months of complications from covid, but I am trying to drag myself out of that funk. I am hoping to write more in 2024 as I have so many WIPs I want to get to and finish.

Anyway, here's the list:

1. when you're smiling and astride me

This was the first work I posted this year. It felt good to write it, but it also came with some challenges because I wrote it for an exchange and I was very nervous with some of the concepts and how they would go over. But the exchange itself was based on the idea of freeing your id and going wild, so I eventually just went with it and this was the result. I really love exploring Dean's feelings about his body and gender expression, and how Sam helps with it, and my only regret is I wish it was longer.

2. you say, go fast (i say, hold on tight)

This was written in a haze of early Fall because of another exchange that created a level of freedom that unlocked something in my brain that kept me from second guessing myself. It sprang from a concept fanvid and I came up with the idea wholesale from some mental images and let the story happen. I'm very fond of the result, even if it feels saccharine and too sweet and romantic for some. I really love the vibes and the imagery, plus how in love Sam and Dean are.

3. the landscape after cruelty

The process for this fic was grueling. No idea was working the way I wanted, so I needed to come up with a new idea altogether and at times, I almost didn't finish this fic. I have no playlist because I needed quiet to work on this. None of my usual preparations for writing fic worked for this one. The subject matter was daunting and I'm still unsure if I accomplished what I set out to, but I am proud of it. It's not very popular and I wonder if I hit the wrong notes often, but I'm also very protective of it. It's a weird fic that I'm not sure how I feel about the end result 100%, but I had to at least try and explore my feelings around the subject matter.

4. we could live forever in each other’s faces

This fic was written during the height of my illness. It wasn't supposed to be the fic I wrote because I had bigger plans (longer, more complicated fics), so I needed to scale them down to something more managable. How I did that was I chose to write the scenes in a series of drabbles, double drabbles, and triple drabbles, so I could focus on the preciseness of the word count. While this style of writing might feels limiting, it helps me to focus. I really love the dreamy, fairytale-like result of this. I still want to write a longer fic about these themes, but I am glad I wrote this all the same.

[seijorhi]

I absolutely love how well you characterize Oikawa because before I read your fics, I saw Oikawa as an ambitious playboy who wouldn’t want to settle down or would have commitment issues outside of volleyball. Could you expand on your inspiration for how you drew those different qualities so well out of his canon character?

(You’re so fucking talented and phenomenal, I hope you know that💗💗💗💗💗💗💗)

so my philosophy towards writing any of my oikawa's is simple: hit it til it breaks.

oikawa, once he sets his mind on something, is relentless. he's gonna give everything to get what he wants, and in a yandere setting, that just so happens to be the reader.

now if we're talking commitment issues, as far as yandere fics go it's sort of a moot point. the character is obsessed with the reader, therefore the idea of settling down/commitment because sort of null. of course they're going to want the reader around at all times, away from everyone else, tucked away safe and sound <33

having said that, i know that that's sometimes how oikawa is portrayed in fanon, because he is charming and yes he does have lots of fangirls (and fanboys i'm sure) but... where is the canon evidence??

there is exactly one mention of oikawa having a love life in haikyuu – takeru tells kageyama that oikawa got all sad because his girlfriend dumped him, which to me doesn't give playboy vibes. it gives obsessed with volleyball to the point you forget you have a gf vibes (but you're still bummed out about it).

yes he does have fangirls, but he's not trying to hit on them like we see with say terushima, or even yahaba with yachi or the summer camp guys with kiyoko. he's charming and nice to them, maybe a little flirty but it's pretty harmless.

now in high school, i'd say yeah, volleyball is number one, the only thing on oikawa's mind. however similar to hinata, oikawa's got his own path to figuring out that pushing things to the absolute limit all the time can be hugely detrimental. plus, outside of a dark fic setting, i happen to like the idea of oikawa realising the benefits of having a support system via a partner, coming home and having that comfort/whatever. that same determination still applies, but it's a much healthier, more balanced approach.

as for a yandere oikawa (assuming we're going with a canon setting of him as a pro volleyball player) you dial back the healthy balance and push more of that, 'i want both and i'm going to have both, no matter what stands in the way' mentality. he can dominate at volleyball and work his way to be the very best, and he can and will have the reader to himself as well.

now if we're talking settling down to have a family, it's not something i blindly paint across every single one of my oikawa fics. certain iterations, like say in scion, the usual suspects or even heedless heartless, while not necessarily averse to the idea, aren't racing to knock the reader up any time soon. wife her up, sure, in a heartbeat, but that's more to tie her legally to them, because it strokes their pride and their ego, solidifies that bond.

pregnancies, and subsequently children, do also have that affect, but i think there's a lot to be said for the selfishness too, and wanting to have the reader alllll to themselves before they have to share her with a kid. as was the case with the drabble i wrote, that oikawa wasn't above using said children to manipulate the reader either. it ain't always a wholesome thing haha.

we know oikawa has a big sister, and that he's involved in taking care of takeru – or at the very least involved with babysitting/occasionally minding him. clearly oikawa cares about takeru, to me it's not so much of a leap to think that a) family matters to him and b) he'd one day see himself having kids.

my approach to writing dark takes on canonically good guys – in haikyuu's case at least, is always to take what we're given in canon and twist it to the extreme. oikawa's determined, talented, charming, a little obsessive, he's got a bit of a vindictive mean streak and he's got a bit of a complex. when i write him, i take all of those traits, dial them to eleven and then make the decision exactly how fucked up and cruel i wanna make him this time hgjfkdlknvjfkd

[musekicker]

I was inspired so I finished my end of the trade of a poly monkeys au Hermes/Nova interaction drabble with @lesbiantvfish pretty quickly ( Don't feel like you need to hurry by the way. Take as much time on your part of the trade as you need. Like I said, I was just inspired and had the time to finish it in the time I did. )

Let me know if there are any issues with the drabble at all. And I hope you enjoy it.

Hermes did not train or spar these days. He  was avoiding anything to do with battle for the most part these days. At least he wouldn't train for it. Not after that one break down he had one time during a battle simulation.

That had not been a good time. Last he had remembered of the incident, he had been punching the floor until his fists had bled.

So no more training.

Though not a fighter anymore if he could help it, it did not keep him from sitting against the wall of the training room and watching Nova while she trained against a simulation. The fake formless did not stand a chance.

Nova was a force of nature, not to be messed with. Hermes had known that since the first fight. But it was always interesting to be reminded of it. 

He kept silent the whole training simulation, not wanting to distract her. It wasn't until the simulation ended did Hermes speak.

"You hit a new high score. Five more in the time limit then the last time." Hermes called out.

Nova turned to face Hermes.

"Antauri says we shouldn't be keeping scores for any battle training. Nova said.

She looked around quickly before adding in "But unofficially, I'm winning."

Hermes laughed. he stood up then, approaching Nova.

"That's the firecracker I know." Hermes said.

"You need new material." Nova said. "That's the only nickname you use for me."

Nova knew she had made a mistake as soon as she had said it and saw the grin on Hermes face.

"I'll come up with a new nickname for you then." Hermes said.

"Wait-" Nova said.

Too late. Hermes was already launching into a list of possible new nicknames.

"Honey cakes." Hermes said.

"Stop." Nova said.

"Sweet pea." Hermes continued, smiling bigger.

"Do not." Nova said, pointing at Hermes.

She could not help the smile that was on her face.

"Why are all your nick names involving food anyways?" Nova asked.

"I might had missed lunch." Hermes admitted. "So hmm, another food based term of endearment um.. pop rocks?"

"Pop rocks?" Nova questioned.

"That sounded wrong as it was coming out of my mouth." Hermes admitted with a shrug. "Umm.. sugar? No no, I don't like how that one sounds. And knowing you, you wouldn't either."

"And you would be right. So, done yet?" Nova asked.

Hermes sighed, putting his hands up as if surrendering.

"I give up. I like firecracker better anyways. I think it works." Hermes said. "If.. you're fine with that. I know you use to try to punch me each time I called you that before."

Nova shrugged.

"It use to annoy me. But I like it now. Especially knowing you never meant it as condescending." Nova said.

Hermes put a hand to his heart.

"Me? I'd never condescend you. First sight I ever caught of you, you bench pressed one of my largest followers then threw him. I wasn't going to under estimate that." Hermes said. "And hey, I like the fact you could bench press me." 

The way that Hermes spoke, the soft swish of his tail. It told Nova that his mind was a bit elsewhere. Nova smiled.

"Why Hermes, are you being forward?" Nova asked playfully.

Hermes jolted, his expression looking startled for a meme moment.

"Oh. Well.. that is-" he said.

"You do get flustered!" Nova said, laughing.

A smile came to Hermes's face, though he still seem a bit flustered.

"I'm still getting use to being in any relationship. Much less a poly one. So not sure if I'm ever being.. off I guess is the best way to put it." Hermes explained.

Nova got closer to Hermes and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, You're doing just fine. I promise you." Nova said.

Hermes seemed a bit calmer at those words. And then Nova leaned in to speak softly in his ear.

"And if you're good, I might actually bench press you." Nova said.

She laughed at the expression on the spider monkeys face.

"How.. wait, are we still talking about bench pressing?" Hermes asked.

Nova smirked and walked away.

"Nova? I need answers. Nova!"

[albino-whumpee]

do you have any advice for younger / newere writers? you write so much and you're very skilled! i'm inspired by you

Aww thanks! Maybe I write a bit too much ahaha.

Well, idrk what you’re searching advice for so I will give general tips.

Before writing:

Do your research. Not only about the subject, but if there’s people out there who have also thought about the idea and have a tag for it.

Set a goal. I suck at this myself, but having a not-rigid word count goal (with timer if it makes you feel more motivated) really get your gears going. There’s a few pages that make it more entertaining too!

Warm up Drabbles. Nothing better than writing something adjacent to what you really want to write just to warm up and get a bit more creative so you hit the zone quicker.

This is optional but if you have time, make a page for your characters and setting. Like a reference page so you don’t go write someone is 160 cm when you have already said they’re 178.

While writing:

Limit your editing. It’s tempting to correct in the moment, (more if you’re unsure about grammar) but sometimes while fixing something you lose your pace and in the worst cases, forget where you were going. Editing can come later.

If you’re gonna have CW at the top, highlight the key words so it’s easier to go through it later.

After writing:

Don’t delete your scrapped ideas. You don’t know when you might wanna use that idea, so even if it’s never used having an scrap document for them is great.

If you didn’t like the end product altogether, it’s fine to put it aside for a while and come back to it later to see if it really should be abandoned in the scrap document or tossed away. Sometimes a little bit of time makes the errors look less severe and fixable and the good things to pop out more. Let it brew!

Pass your text through a beta reader and a program that allows you to correct your grammar and spot typos.

To gain attention:

Quick note here, don’t get discouraged if you don’t receive millions of likes in your first chapter. Sometimes it takes two projects or more to get traction. Keep going regardless of numbers! They don’t dictate how good you are!

Interact with others. Slide into inboxes, participate in ask and tag games, reblog other people’s fics, make collabs. most people are cool with being tagged in games even if you’re not mutuales with them so don’t be shy! Although, Don’t just talk to people to use their following.

Take part in writing/drawing challenges. July has the @whumpmasinjuly event with a prompt list, as there is events like the month of writers, nanowrimo, whumptober, etc.

Keep writing and explore other ideas besides your comfort zone. This started as a whump writing blog, but evolved into positivity, some art and writing (even occasional thoughts and poetry) The variety lends itself to grow your range of public and to expand your creative library.

Promote yourself. Shamelessly self reblog your favorite fics, or just reblog it for the timezone difference. You’re proud of what you wrote and I’m proud of you for writing it, but sometimes tumblr sucks and I won’t see it immediately. So don’t be afraid of reblogging your own things!

Make your own events and ask games. DTIYS, requests, giveaways when you hit a follower milestone. If you have the time for it and have fun doing it, go for it!

This is my personal opinion, but having visuals for your story such as mood boards, picrews, illustrations, etc. Makes me more interested in a story. It’s also an easy way to present your characters to your readers.

Have fun. It’s noticeable when an author is having fun writing it and when it feels like a chore. I’m not telling you to absolutely love it, just to trust in yourself and what you’re doing a bit. If it doesn’t feel right, revision it. If you can’t find it, hand it to someone and ask for their opinion. Not having fun doing what you love hurts like a bitch, and it just rubs salt in the wound when it flops or you can’t stand reading through it. So, explore ideas, maybe go back to your comfort to come back to the new a bit less scared. Or maybe find new inspirations so you can go rush and add new stuff and weed out what doesn’t seem right.

Overall that’s it I think. @ashintheairlikesnow has a great tag for new writers in her blog so I advice to check that out and ask more people. @thewritershandbook is also a good resource place!

Good luck anon! I’ll be cheering on you.

[moririki]

↷ 📦 ↶ MORI'S 100 FOLLOWERS EVENT!

heya!!! so recently i've hit the milestone of 100 followers, and i'd just like to say thank you so much! i'm so honoured that i've reached this so quick and i'm glad that you guys like the stuff i write :))

so uh. i have decided to celebrate it! with a prompt list. hopefully this doesn't flop (if it does let's just pretend i never posted this lmao) and yeah that's about it. there's a few rules n stuff, but other than that happy requesting! and once again, thank you guys so much i love you all <33333

UPDATE: tHank you so much to the ppl who requested!!! i had so much fun with this event and i'll be sure to do more in the future!

(THIS EVENT IS NOW CLOSED)

⊱┊RULES!

i. i intend to have a deadline for the event (though nothing's set in stone) so try to send a request before july 23rd if you want to participate in the event! please note that this prompt list can still be used after the event finishes, though requests will not be prioritised

ii. unfortunately, current series (kiss list) and outstanding requests will have to be put on hold, as the event will take priority

iii. the regular rules for the content that i write still apply to this event, and i will only write for characters that are found on my masterlist however, my understanding of the characters that i write for are of varying levels so i can't guarantee that everything i write will be of the same quality

iv. regular requests are still open while the event takes place if you want to stick to a more traditional format however, these will not be prioritised by me and will most likely not be written until i finish the requests from this event

v. you can request as many times as you want with as many characters as you want drabbles & preferences are welcome! please keep this character x reader, though

vi. if you want your request to be a specific genre (smut, angst, fluff etc) please make that clear when you request

vii. nsfw content is permitted in this event, so take care if you do not wish to see it and let me know in your request if you are against it being used as a smut prompt all nsfw content will be tagged as such, and will have a read more tag

viii. when making a requests, just send me a number and a character then i will do my thing >:) to make things easier for me please do fill out these criteria, and any other details that you may want included

⊱┊PROMPTS!

"i won't let you do this alone"

"let me bandage you up"

"come here, i'll carry you"

"is something wrong?"

"stay with me"

"hold me. please"

"you're the first person i think about when i wake up"

"i would go anywhere with you"

"no one has ever made me feel like this"

"i missed you... a lot"

"come back soon"

"i'll never forget you"

"you're overworking yourself... please take a break"

"i didn't make you uncomfortable, did i?"

"what happened to you?!"

"i'm sorry"

"i love waking up next to you"

"we can look out for each other"

"you don't have to pay me back"

"can i give you a hug? you look upset"

"i'm yours"

"how much did you drink?"

"i asked if you were having a party. i didn't tell you to have a party"

"this is the opposite of what i told you to do"

"how did you get in here?"

"you owe me a kiss"

"that's not even fair"

"why don't you take a picture? it'll last longer"

"detention? again?"

"why don't you just go?"

"it doesn't matter any more"

"don't lie to me"

"why do you keep bringing it up?"

"maybe in another world"

"i can't do anything right"

"nobody's seen you in days"

"why are you awake?"

"i told you not to fall in love with me"

"is there a reason you're blushing like that?"

"i think you might be my soulmate"

"sleep over? please?"

"are we on a date right now?"

"quit touching me, your feet are cold!"

"could you please.... oh, i don't know, maybe put a shirt on?"

"aren't we supposed to be working?"

"i'm telling you, i'm haunted"

"what do you mean they're my new partner? they tried to kill me last week!"

"i could punch you right now"

"i'll feel much better if you let me walk you home"

"apparently, all of our friends have a bet going that we'll end up together"

"i don't know how to exist in a world without you"

"i don't know who you are any more"

"we're not just friends and you fucking know it!"

"seeing you between my legs is so hot"

"the noises you make are incredible"

"bite your lips once more, i dare you"

"god i love your hands" "let's put them to good use, then"

"i know you can be louder than that"

"never trust a man whose smile steals the breath from your lungs"

"sorry, is that supposed to impress me?"

⊱┊THIS EVENT'S WORKS!

pushing the limits - tsukishima kei

a bloodstained confession - rengoku kyojuro

a moment of vulnerability - miyuki kazuya

beautiful boy - kawakami norifumi

more than you'd bargain for - denji

a devil, then a man - denji

a giver - denji

beyond words - inumaki toge

finish what you started - miyuki kazuya

observant, as always - miyuki kazuya

take a look at the menu - ,, 📦 ·˚ ༘ ꒱

[marc-spectorr]

you’re such a sweet tooth for helping me so so much, yet I am back with more questions 😋

soo for tags, on posts they’re all like interactive and grey, does tumblr automatically put tags like that when you make a post?

ex:

cus idk how that works LOL

what’s a writers block?

does word count matter? (In the sense of writing oneshotz, fics, drabbles…)

Thank you. SoOOO so dodos much for answering again maybe hehe

ill always come back, moonjin xx

hiihiii moonjin :)) 💙

i'm always happy to answer your questions so let's do this...

to add tags to your post using the app, you have to click on this little guy circled here:

if you're on a computer, on the bottom of the post is an area where it says "#add tags." just type in whatever tags you wanna put there and hit enter for each one. once you post it, the tags will be interactive and grey like what you've shown above!

a writer's block is basically when you get stuck in the writing process. it could be from lack of inspiration, struggling to "perfect" a scene, or not knowing how to move the story forward. there are a lot of different reasons for it but almost every writer in the world experiences this to varying degrees.

in my opinion, word count does not matter in writing fics. the measure of your story's quality and success does not depend on how short or long it is. there's no limit to how many words a fic should have. calling your work a one-shot vs a drabble solely based on the word count is subjective so don't feel pressured to hit a certain amount. a drabble to you could be 200 words while for others, it's 900. write what’s enough for you to best tell your story!

if anything else pops in your amazing mind, let me knooow :)

[goldenavenger02]

The Story of Us

Maybe for a drabble request some post S5 recovery Lloyd angst?

Your writing is awesome, I'm quite curious on what you'll do with this!

Aww, thank you! I've had this in my folder for awhile, so I edited it and added a bit more!

Loosely connected to this one shot from Whumptober;

look at this godforsaken mess that you've made me

No matter how far he tried to grasp recollection of the jumbled flickers of memories, however, they were just out of reach, like his brain was telling him to not open that up. 'For once in your life, do not open a can of worms you know you can't close.'

•••

Two days after the fight against the Preeminent, Lloyd couldn't pull himself from his bed.

Granted, that fight had zapped a good amount of his limited strength out of him. After all, jumping through realms as the one who held you hostage in your own mind for weeks trying to stop you from doing so was enough to make anyone tired.

But he had managed to get out of bed yesterday, to pull himself away from the soft pillows and the view of the inside of the closet where the gi he didn't feel like he deserved hung as a symbol, in order to celebrate the victory with the others.

He had only been able to fake smiles as he sat in a chair with a piece of cake that made his stomach turn in front of him while the others sang, danced and partied.

He had been secretly relieved when Zane finally noticed the mood Lloyd had tried to hide and sent him to get some rest. But he hadn't moved from his bed since.

When Kai had asked if he was okay that morning, Lloyd had made up some sort of excuse about still being in a lot of pain. It hadn't been a lie, exactly, but it wasn't the reason he couldn't join the others for sunrise exercise.

As he stared at the black and white gi with it's green and gold details, he couldn't stop the sob from breaking it's way through his throat. Lloyd remembered when his father had switched from the black, purple and red one to the one that was currently hanging in his closet.

"Because I want everyone to know how proud I am of my son" was the reason he gave when Lloyd had asked.

He desperately wanted that feeling back. The feeling of being able to hug his father, to talk to him, even just to look at him in any other way than a photograph or a statue. The ability to relax a little, because if things went badly, his dad would keep him safe and help him fight.

Instead, he couldn't pry himself away from the scraps of his father he had left as his body continued to ache from the various injuries that Morro had inflicted; ones he couldn't remember how he got but would regain control of his body in a cage with bruises, gashes and even frostbite decorating his skin like a drawing.

No matter how far he tried to grasp recollection of the jumbled flickers of memories, however, they were just out of reach, like his brain was telling him to not open that up. 'For once in your life, do not open a can of worms you know you can't close.'

Despite the warnings that his own mind gave him, he ignored them and continued to dig deeper, because he knew that he couldn't start to heal without even knowing what happened to him. He closed his eyes and tried to picture the scene in his head.

•••

'You're using his body too much, Morro. Soon you'll kill him." The voice wasn't concerned for him, however. It was concerned about the unwanted presence.

"I know what I'm doing, Bansha!" His abuser shouted back before wrapping ghostly fingers around his throat, making him choke, "besides, I don't need him. He just makes things way easier."

The malicious laugh made the feeling of his air being sucked from his throat ten times more painful as a horrifying thought hit him right in the gut. 'I'm never gonna see my friends again. I'm going to die here.'

But just at the last moment, his throat was let go, sending him to his knees as he gasped for air, hearing Morro's voice in his ear. "You're weak. You never deserved being the green ninja and we all know it."

After addressing him, Lloyd heard the ghost address his sidekicks. "Put him in the cage, and consider giving him some food. We need to tell Ronin that it's time to repay his debt."

He heard the laugh of the one that was called Soul Archer before a rough hand grabbed his shoulder and forced him into the small metal cage, revealing the face of Bansha.

"We'll get rid of you soon enough," she jeered as she locked him inside of the small metal prison, "we just need him to get his ego worn out."

With a laugh, she disappeared, leaving Lloyd to shake mercilessly as his throat ached terribly and his chest burned from the lack of oxygen.

The cage was too reminiscent of the one he had been kept in as a small boy kidnapped by Serpentine. The only difference was he had been shorter back than and could stand in it, now he could barely sit up without hitting his head.

•••

Lloyd couldn't stop the tears from leaking onto his pillowcase as he awoke with a start, his throat almost as dry as it had been when they forced him to go two days at a time without water and only gave him enough to keep him alive.

'I should've listened to my own warning.'

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ MAYANS MC AND THE WET DREAM ❜

with the whole crew.

Request: none, just me writing different drabbles to give you a good night.

Warnings: this is pure smut and dirty language, and I'm not sorry.

Word count: about 3.5k

Aurora says: I don't know where it came from. This writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author

Masterlist.

✨  ANGEL REYES

“Hey! Hey! Mi dulce, wake up, wake up!”

Growling and trying to slap his hands, you finally wake up covered by sweat and your breath shaking. Sitting up on the bed, you let a sob escape from your lips, rubbing your face under his attentive and confused look.

“Are you okay…?”

“Fuck… I was having the best dream of my life…”

“Wait… Were you having a… dirty dream?” He frowns feeling his insecurities running through his body, with parted lips. “With who? It wasn't with me? I don't satisfy you enough? Are we gonna break? Oh, shit. I know I've been working too much this past we—”.

“Angel, calm down”. You can't help but chuckle when you find him hyperventilating about having an anxiety attack. “I was riding you on top of your bike”.

The oldest Reyes stares at you in silence for some seconds.

“Oh…” He just says, before getting up from your bed to pull you up grabbing your wrist.

“Angel, wha—”.

“Shit, I'm gonna fuck you so hard on top of it, that tomorrow I'm gonna have to change the shock absorbers”.

The last thing you could imagine, when you woke up this morning, was ending the day making real that sexual fantasy.

“Fuck… ride my cock, mi dulce”. The man gasps, with his hands nailed on your hips, bouncing on top of him without caring about losing the balance. “Shit, mami… You're so fucking wet only for me. You drive me fucking insane”.

“Angel… make me cum just like… you did in my dream”. You beg him almost touching his lips.

“Fuck, yes, baby”. He just says, moving one of his hands to stroke your needed clit with his thumb, with his eyes fixed on yours. “Do you like it, ah?”

“Yes, baby… Yes… Just like that”. You're try to contain your loud moans, stuck in your throat, hoping that no one finds you fucking in the middle of the street and on top of his Harley. “Fuck… I love your cock… I fucking swear it, baby”.

✨  CHE “TAZA” ROMERO

“Buenos días, mi amor”. You say coming into the kitchen, stretching your arms to the rooftop, before leaning to kiss his cheek and hug him for a second.

Wrinkling your nose somewhat confused, watching your husband looking at you with a naughty smile, you pour some coffee in a mug. Resting your back against the counter, you narrow your eyes in front of him trying to figure out what it's going on inside his head.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Did you have a good night?”

“Yes…” You reply, having a sip.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes”. You answer by inertia.

“Did I do it right?” 

“Yes”. You actually don't process the question, doing it when Taza spits his coffee all over the table. “Did you have a wet dream with me, mi amor?”

The man is drowning between laughs, cleaning his mouth with a napkin, before getting up from his chair.

“I bet you already know what happened last night”. 

“Nah, talk to me about it”. He says walking towards you, like a hungry wolf after finding his prey.

“And, why don't I show you?” You ask, putting away the mug, to support your palms on the counter to sit on it.

Taking off your shirt and pulling down your panties by your thighs, you let both pieces of clothing fall to the floor. His eyes are burning in lust, kneeling and knowing exactly what you want. Placing your legs over his shoulders, the man tours your wet lips with the tip of his tongue, thrusting two fingers inside you. Your right hand goes instinctively to his head, when his mouth begins to devour your pussy really hungry of it.

“Oh, fuck, Che…” You moan arching your back, pinching one of your nipples, feeling how delighted he's working you.

The apache knows exactly how you like it, speeding up the moves of his hand, and his lips sucking your clit before pulling it out softly among them.

✨  EZEKIEL “EZ” REYES

“Hm…” You gasp unconsciously under EZ grip, stirring softly.

You start to feel somewhat awake when you feel his sleepy kisses on your head, holding you close.

“A nightmare?”

“Yeah… you were ripping off my clothes”. You mutter rubbing your ass back against his crotch.

“Fuck, lemme be your Freddy Krueger, baby”. 

Chuckling and yawning, Ezekiel pulls down his boxers enough to free his semi-hard dick, touring your thighs under the shirt to take off your panties. You're already wet because of him, tucking himself inside you slowly, moaning right into your ear while curling one of your legs to have more space. You can feel how his cock grows inside you, clenching your tightness so pleasantly that makes you moan loud with every pound to your limits.

“Harder, baby…” You beg almost with a sob, tangling your fingers around his forehands, to push him closer.

“I'm gonna make you scream, mi reina”. He replies, hitting you deeper, right to your g-spot. “Shit… look how good your pussy takes me, baby… always so fucking needed and ready for my cock”.

“Fuck… Choke me, daddy”. You groan almost crying.

His right hand grabs your throat, with his digits squeezing your skin, while his lower abdomen collides wildly against your ass, uttering a dry and dirty sound that floods your room.

“My fucking god, Ezekiel!” You scream out closing your eyes, when his other hands goes down to your clit, caressing it with the same fast.

“That's it, baby… Scream for daddy”.

✨  GILBERTO “GILLY” LOPEZ

“Shit!”

You wake up suddenly on the copilot seat, with your breath shaked, having to pull down the window looking for some fresh air. Your heart is racing, hoping you didn't make a single sound, drowning in shame. Gilly breaks into laughs, stopping the car by a side of the desert road, feeling your face burning. You don't want to look at him, hearing his seat belt being undone before yours. With two fingers on your chin, he urges you to turn around, crashing your lips with his chuckling.

“About what you were dreaming, mami?”

“Hm… nothing…”

“Really? You looked like… you were enjoying it”.

“Maybe… I was dreaming… with you”.

“Yeah, I know it…”

One of his hands travels the fabric of your jeans, reaching your core to press it, moving his fingers over it to feel the heat that emanates from your pussy.

“Sucking your dick”. You heavily gulp, watching him laughing softly.

“Why don't you… make your dream come true, ah?”

The man puts apart his hand to unzip his jeans, biting your lips and licking them, before leaning down to taste the reddened glans with a huge hand getting tangled on your hair. You were desiring it, swallowing his hard cock until it presses your throat.

“Fuck, mami… Hold it there”. Gilly growls closing his eyes, pawing your body and sliding a hand under your jeans by your ass. “I love your mouth… it's fucking warm, mami”.

A slight gag appears, moaning against his erection when you feel two of his big fingers pounding you hard with just one move, digging your narrow and wetted walls without nonstop. Your saliva wraps all his extension, moving your head from top to bottom, with his hips slightly lifting up over the seat to fully fill your cavity every time your nose reaches his pelvis.

“That's it... Suck it all, cariño… Fuck… No one can suck my fucking cock like you do”.

✨  HANK “TRANQ” LOZA

When your husband is aware that you're comfy and he can fall asleep, he does. He does it hard. There's nothing that could wake him up, before it's time to. So when you wake up barely breathing and feeling a horrible heat, you just check that he continues deeping in his rest. Getting up in complete silence and using your shirt to clean the sweat on your neck, you walk towards the bathroom, to get undressed and open the shower faucet, letting the water run a little. But when you're about to come in, two strong arms wrap your waist and a pair of lips kiss your neck.

“I was going to do like nothing happened, but hear you moan my name dreaming, has been one of the best things in my life”. His hoarse and firm voice makes you close your eyes, feeling one of his hands tour down your abdomen.

So slowly, Tranq slides one finger inside you, spreading your legs for him.

“Shit, mi vida… I did this?”

You just nod, biting your bottom lip feeling every thrust deeper than the last one, and his hard dick rubbing your ass. Turning around under his grip, your husband nails his long digit pushing your limits, provoking that you have to lean over your tiptoes with a loud moan rumbling through the bathroom. With his free hand, Tranq pulls down his boxers before raising you up, urging you to surround his body with your legs. And without expecting, your husband impales you against the marble wall.

“Fuck, daddy!” You howl with all your naturalness, don't giving you any time to get used to his size.

His huge, too huge, filling your pussy and forcing it to take every inch of his hard dick. And it's delicious the way he has to hit your g-spot with every push to your body, crashing his pelvis against your lips once and again. His tongue finding yours in a dirty pulse, with your nails running through his back too desperate.

“Shit, mi vida… You feel fucking good… fucking tight…” He gasps right in your lips, keeping your gaze with his. “Do you like it, ah? Do you like how your papi fucks you this hard, baby girl?”

“Fuck, yes… You fucking kill me, papi”. You sob nodding, slapping your ass with one hand, stirring of pleasure under his touch. “Oh, fuck, daddy… I love your cock…”

“Of course you do, babygirl… It's all yours”.

✨  JOHNNY “COCO” CRUZ

“Open your legs, mami”.

As if it was part of your dream, you obey without complaining, letting him some space between them. Coco digs his cock so hard inside your soaked pussy, that he wakes you up screaming his full name.

“That's it, mami, take it all like you were dreaming”.

“Shit, cariño”. You cry out, surrounding his waist with both legs while your boyfriend nails himself a little bit furious and jealous, even if he knows that you were having a dirty dream with him.

“I'm gonna fuck you so hard, that you're gonna ask me to stop”.

No, you will not. You love the wet sound his thickness produces every time he crashes your limits, hitting them with rage. You're touching the sky every time he takes some impulse before lashing out your pussy, with his hands nailed on your hips.

“Is this better than your dream, ah? Tell me, mami”.

“Fuck… Fuck, Coco… Don't stop, please…”

“Oh, no, mami… You're not gonna walk tomorrow… You're gonna be cumming the whole fucking night, I swear it por la Virgen”.

✨  MICHAEL “RIZ” ARIZA

“Mi amor, wake up! It's just a bad dream!”

Your husband shakes you until he hears you moaning his name, an instant before opening your eyes. The mexican breaks into laughs, while you try to be aware of what happened and where you are. Hitting his chest with the palm of your hand, you lie down over the bed, sinking your face on the pillow to yell some spanish curses.

“Look at you, mi amor… Having dirty fantasies, ah?” He teases you.

“Puto pendejo”.

“You know that if you want it, you just have to ask for it”.

Frowning at the man, you snort heavily, before uttering a whisper.

“FuckmeRiz”.

“What? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you, mi amor”. He chuckles, placing a hand in his right ear whilst leaning down.

“Ay, ya, Riz… Sí me oíste”. (You heard me). Pouting at him, your husband breaks in laughs again.

“Take off your clothes, all in four”. He just says, biting one of your lobes, with his voice getting darker.

And you do. Of course you do. There's nothing that you like the most to obey him in the intimacy of your room. The pieces of clothes fall above the floor, somewhere, you don't care, actually. Kneeling on the mattress, you bow down your chest until supporting onto it and spreading your legs to give him a perfect view of your shiny pussy, because of how wet you are.

Riz doesn't doubt, stroking himself and placing the tip of his dick among your folds. You're anxious. Desperate. Needed. And he likes to play with your mind too much. So when he's sure you're not expecting it, about to beg him, your husband sinks his cock into you using all his force. He's able to fill you up, pressing his lower abdomen against you and holding it for some seconds. You can't barely breathe, all that you can do is sob his name.

His fast lungs are pleasing you more than you could ask for, more than in your dream having you in the same position. Your favorite one.

“Shit… C'mon… I know you can… fuck me harder, Riz”.

These words are enough to piss him off, tangling a hand in your hair to pull it until your back meets his chest.

“I thought you… were sleepy yet, princesa”. He gasps into your ear, bringing his lips to your shoulder, biting it.

Of course he can fucks you harder, and he does. He hits your body, making you collapse, grabbing your throat with a hand to twist your neck some inches, so he catches your lips with this.

✨  NERON “CREEPER” VARGAS

Creeper is looking at you, trying to look focused about what you're telling him, after waking you up with the same feeling as if you had an orgasm. He's trying to not laugh, rubbing his chin, until you slap his head.

“Maybe I'm not pleased enough”.

“Yeah, but you were dreaming with me”.

“Hm… I didn't say that”. You tease him with pursed lips, sitting on the mattress with your legs crossed.

The look on his face changes more fast than you can assimilate.

“Isn't funny anymore, Neron?”

“Who was it?”

“What?”

“Who was fucking you? Who were you fucking?”

“Are you…? Babe, are you crying?”

“No”. He just says with a broken voice and his eyes getting reddened.

“BABE, I WAS JUST KIDDING”. Jumping onto him, you kiss his face all around. Every inch. Every part of it. “BABE, OF COURSE I WAS DREAMING WITH YOU. I FUCKING LOVE YOU. NO ONE COULD PLEASE ME MORE THAN YOU DO”.

“Yeah, sure”. He tries to free himself away from your arms, but you close them more.

“Shit, babe, you can't be this dumb…” 

“Go tell him to fuck you. Leave me… Leave me fuc—Stop moving against me like a bitch in heat”. 

“Your bitch in heat, mi flaquito”. You purr in his ear, before attacking his neck sucking it out and letting your tongue travel over his skin. “Lemme ride you, like I was doing in our dream, babe”.

Your boyfriend clicks his tongue, taking the advantage that you don't wear anything under his shirt, he pulls down his short sweatpants until his knees, to jerk himself off.

“Shit, mi Neron… I love your cock, I could be fucking you all the time, everywhere”. You mutter against his lips, caressing his nose with yours, using that honeyed voice that he likes so much.

“Beg for it, mi niña”. He grunts.

“I wanna feel you fucking me like only you can do, Neron. Filling me up with your cock, deep, rough, hard… Shit, babe, you don't know how much I need you all the fucking time”. You mumble swinging your hips looking for more friction. “You can't imagine how bad it's when you're outta home, and I have to touch myself… My wet pussy asking for you… for your long fingers… your big cock. All the fucking time”.

“You don' like your fingers, ah?” His tongue licks your lips, rubbing his glans against your swollen and needy clit.

“I like yours, babe… I only like how you fuck me. Please… Please, do it”.

He lifts up his waist at the same time that he also spread your legs, to pound you until hitting your soul. And you scream out his name, sinked among your folds, squeezing your ass with his hands nailed on your buttocks.

“Fuck, my love… Look at how easy my cock slides… Shit… You're soaking me and the fucking sheets. How the fuck ya can be so wet?”

“It's because of you, mi flaco”. You cry out bouncing on top of him.

His lips go straight to you hard nipples, sucking and biting them over the fabric of his shirt you're wearing. You can't help but speed up with every jump, showing your boyfriend the much that you need him and all the things that he makes you feel with the most minimal touch.

✨  OBISPO “BISHOP” LOSA 

Feeling a soft touch on your cheek, you open your eyes somewhat scared, finding your husband laughing between teeth. You told him that you were tired and that you were to sleep a little on the couch inside the Templo. But he's not laughing because of that.

“I'm the good man that let his girl cum in dreams, before waking her up”.

“Wha—What?”

“It has been the most intense minute of my life, querida”.

“Bish…”

“Sh…” He hushes you, placing a hand on your thigh and moving it to lift the skirt of your dress.

Your panties are so wet that it bothers you, leaving it in the background when your husband presses your clit over the fabric. Putting it aside, he slowly introduces his two longer fingers inside you, without taking off his dark and sparkled eyes from yours. Curling them slightly, before pulling them away and raising that hand in between your faces. Without saying a single word, Bishop brings your wetness to his lips, sucking and licking them to taste you.

“Querida, that's fucking delicious”.

“Bish, I need you right now”. You demand with a desperate tone of voice. 

“At home, mi vida, but now… I'm going to try to make it up to you”. He whispers hoarsely, squatting close to the couch you're lying on.

His lips find yours so calmed that it's going to kill you, tucking under your dress his hand again with a clear intention. He knows well that it won't take you too long, being so recent your first orgasm. His two fingers pound you so hard and fast that moves your whole anatomy, drinking every moan that you try to contain to not be heard. But it's almost impossible. Bishop knows every inch of your body, where he has to press, where he has to touch you to make you fall loudly. Every thrust goes deeper, tangling your fingers on his kutte with your legs shaking softly.

“Mi reina, you feel so good… like if it was the first time I fucked you against your car. Do you remember it?”

“Yes…”

“You want me to do it again tonight? In front of our house?” 

“Please… Yes…”

“But you have to be a good girl and cum in my hand”.

Biting your lips nodding, you open by inertia your legs a little more. And he fingers you hard, closing your eyes and feeling too close.

“I want all the Mayans outside hearing you scream my name, querida”.

“Fuck… Bish… I'm gonna cum, don' stop… I beg you”.

The pace becomes rough. His palm hits your pussy, before nailing his fingers inside your wetness, to move them from top to bottom so fast that you can't handle it. And you touch the sky when you squirt for the first time, shouting out his full name so assorted in that pleasure wrapping your body that you don't even care about the mess you have made on the couch.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Obispo! Oh my fucking god”. You cry, watching him smile too proud.

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[honeyoongiah]

114 days

Pairings: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Idol! Jungkook, drabble, fluff, smut

Words: 2k

Warnings: explicit sex

Summary: Jungkook AU drabble

1. I love you, I hope you know that

7. I like it when you say my name

13. You're so much fun to touch

16. No I am supposed to make you feel good

A/N: I'm sorry that you had to wait a little longer 👉🏻👈🏻 but at least the drabble got a little longer than expected! I hope you enjoy it!💕

It's been about 4 months since you've seen your boyfriend the last time. He was on tour and that meant he wasn't even in the same country as you. Even though you tried talking on the phone and texted as much as you could, it was difficult.

The different time zones made it hard to text and talk much on the phone, additional to that Jungkook was obviously very busy and when he wasn't he was dead tired and needed lots of sleep.

You lost count of how often he fell asleep while facetiming with you or how often you didn't even come that far because he fell asleep as soon as his body met the hotelbed.

You tried being understanding and supportive, it was his dream and you loved how his eyes shined when he told you about the concerts. His voice was angelic and you knew he belongs on the stage, but having a stable relationship was hard.

You had your own responsibilities so you couldn't just go with him, even though you'd love to.

It's been 114 days already since you've kissed him goodbye, you counted every day and got more and more frustrated.

It was already 11pm, you were on your couch eating a last bowl of cereals before going to bed. It's been yet another Friday other people went on dates with their significant other but you spent it alone.

First you thought it must be someone breaking into your apartment when you heard the door. You grabbed the first thing in reach to defend yourself, a half full bottle of water, and walked towards your hall. When you realized who stood in front of you, your hand let go of the bottle that hit the floor with a loud boom.

Jungkook smiled bright when he saw your shocked face. "Hello my love. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you, but I wanted to surprise you." You immediately ran into his arms, clinging onto him as if he'd disappear any second. Tears ran down your face when he wrapped his arms around you tightly. You couldn't believe that he was finally back at home, finally standing here and kissing your face while whispering how much he missed you.

You sobbed softly, stroking his cheeks and his neck, running your hands through his hair and back to his cheeks. "Your hair grew so much.", you said with a soft smile, you loved how cute he looked with those long curls. "Mhm they wanted to cut it but I told them that they'd have to fight you then so they shouldn't try."

A sigh left your body, you were finally at peace again. Your boyfriend was back. "Let's not stand in our hall all night hm? I prefer to sit down.", he grinned, kissing your lips softly and guiding you to the living room. He pulled you on his lap, placing soft kisses all over your face that tickled your skin. "Don't cry anymore hm? I'm here."

You nodded, but your tears didn't plan to stop for now. You were just so overwhelmed to have him here that you didn't know what to do first. "Ah Jungkook.", you whispered softly, not able to form any other sentence for now.

"I like it when you say my name.", he answered with a loving expression. You felt his hand stroking your hair behind your ear and you almost forgot how much his touch affected you. Every single time he made you relax with his presence.

"I-I missed you so much it was so horrible to be without you.", it blurred out of you. You didn't plan on telling him, because you knew he'd feel bad for making you sad, but you couldn't help it. "I hated every single day without you, I couldn't get distracted I missed you so so much it never stopped."

His gaze changed from happy to guilty. "I'm so sorry that I left for so long, I didn't have a choice. You know I want to be with you every minute.", he apologized, but you shook your head. "I know that, kook, I really do. I'm just so happy that you're back."

Jungkook stroked your back and leaned his forehead against yours. "I love you. I hope you know that.", he whispered to you. You slightly nodded. "I love you too. You make me feel loved and you make me so happy."

He stroked your cheek and leaned in for a long slow kiss. You missed how warm and soft his lips were, how good they felt on yours as if they were made for each other. "Why are you even here? I thought it would be another 2 or 3 weeks."

"I honestly couldn't handle being separated from you anymore and I managed to get them to let us go earlier.",he said honestly and began kissing you again. God, you loved him so much. Suddenly all your worries about how stable your relationship really was were gone, you only felt the deep love for him inside of you.

Your soft kisses turned to a wilder make out session when Jungkook pushed his hands under your shirt. "I missed your skin, I missed being close to you.", he whispered and pulled your shirt over your head. You weren't going to complain, the nights without him left you needy and even though you tried helping each other out on the phone, it just wasn't the same.

"Me too Jungkook please touch me.", you pleaded, pulling up his shirt too and wasting no time to open his pants. He grinned at you while he watched how you struggled with the button. He opened it for you when you whined in frustration and grabbed your hips to lay you down on the couch.

Jungkook hovered over your body, kissing your neck and touching every spot he could reach. His skilled fingers opened your bra within seconds that he threw away carelessly. "God you're so beautiful."

He began kissing down from your neck to your chest, leaving soft marks on your skin until he reached your breasts.

His big hands cupped and massaged them, making you moan softly. His eyes were glued to your face, watching your expression when he used his tongue on your nipples. "J-Jungkook please don't tease me." - "I'm not teasing you, I need time to enjoy every detail of you after such a long time."

You felt his lips kissing down your belly as he opened your pants and pulled them down together with your panties. For a moment he just stared at you, appreciating every detail of your body under him. You felt like his hands were everywhere at the same time, stroking your thighs and massaging your breasts but also teasing you between your legs.

You whined when he touched your clit gently, moving your hips in hope you'd get more friction. Jungkook smirked at how needy you were for him. "You're so much fun to touch." - "God please give me more I can't wait any longer."

He began to kiss your leg until he reached your clit, wrapping his arms around your thighs and placing kisses everywhere. His tongue stroked over you gently and you whined again, moaning his name and hoping he'd get the message.

What you didn't expect was his fingers teasing your entrance now, wasting not much time to enter you slowly. You moaned louder now, grabbing his hair and pushing his face deeper into you. You had no patience to wait until he'd stop with teasing.

Jungkook just chuckled softly in response, moving his fingers inside of you and starting to lick you. "I missed your taste baby.", he groaned while he moved faster. You held onto the couch, your eyes already rolling back in pleasure and you knew you wouldn't need much to reach your high.

"J-jungkook please don't stop I need to cum.", you pleaded and hoped he felt generous today. You knew your boyfriend loved to bring you to your limit, he loved edging you and making you beg but this time he just wanted to make you feel good.

"You can cum anytime babygirl I want to taste it.", he answered, picking up the pace and going harder now. His fingers hit your g-spot perfectly and you bit your lip, you knew the walls were thin and your neighbors didn't like listening to you two but there was no way that you could stay silent tonight. " Ohgod yes Jungkook fuck!"

You digged your nails into his shoulders now and he groaned in response. He loved that. "You turn me on so much. You can't imagine how much I wanted to do this every single night.", he admitted. "I thought about your moans and how you feel all the time it drove me crazy."

You wanted to answer him, to tell him that you felt the same way, but his words made you get closer to your orgasm and your brain wasn't in control of your words anymore. "Oh God ah close!"

Jungkook moved his tongue the way he knew you loved the most and brought you over the edge. Your body shook under him while you moaned his name loudly.

He helped you riding out your orgasm and licked his lips once he was done with you. You breathed heavily and felt like you needed a minute to calm down, but you didn't want to wait until then. Much to his surprise you got up and pushed him down, pulling his boxers away and revealing his already hard dick.

There was nothing that turned him on more than seeing you in pleasure. You wrapped your lips around his tip and pumped the rest of his dick with your hand. He groaned and watched how you took more and more in your mouth until he disappeared completely. "Fuck, you still take me like a good girl."

You looked up and nodded, a smirk on your face when you started bopping your head slowly. You scratched his abs and thighs with your nails and massaged his balls while you moved faster. His eyes were still on you as he grabbed your hair and guided your head. You let your jaw relax so he could fuck into your mouth easily.

His hips started thrusting up and he started to moan deeply as you felt yourself getting wet again. You loved how Jungkook used you and that was no secret. He noticed fast how turned on you got and pushed your body up to him. "Ride me."

"No, I am supposed to make you feel good.", you pouted. "There's nothing that feels better than to be inside of you babygirl I need that."

There was no way he had to tell you twice. You couldn't wait to finally feel him inside of you, to feel how he stretched you out and hit all the right spots to make you see stars. You sat on his lap and positioned his dick so you could slide down slowly. Both of you moaned again and you bit your lip.

He was big and you weren't used to it anymore, but it didn't take long until you rolled your hips and scratched his chest. "Fuck you're so hot.", he kept complimenting you and you blushed, it made you feel so good, so loved and cherished when he told you how beautiful you were on top of him.

You began to move faster and harder, you couldn't keep yourself silent even though you tried. Jungkook kept touching you on your most sensitive spots and you clenched around him every time. "Baby I'm close.", he moaned into your ear when he sat up to guide your hips.

"Cum inside of me please fill me.", you whined, scratching his back and marking his neck. You loved to leave your love bites everywhere, he was yours and you wanted people to know. "I'm close too."

Jungkook grabbed your neck and pulled you close for a long passionate kiss as you both came hard. Your body was shaking again but he held you close until your hips stopped moving. "I love you so much.", he said lovingly, kissing your neck and stroking your back, leaving goosebumps on your skin. "I love you too. I'm so glad I have you back with me."

[fanfiction-funtime]

Spritefather and Selene Interaction

A fan drabble for @clouds-rambles, I hope I characterized Selene right

Without much prompting it's a tad hard to write like this, but I hope it works.

Also I hope you don't mind me mentioning Cael amnesia anon.

(Selene was hanging out with Cael when Venti makes trouble, bringing the night to a close)

(Selene pov)

Yet again, I had to drag Cael's boyfriend out of the bar. This time because he thought someone was insulting his father and punched them, but he was just talking about some mythological person called 'Spritefather'.

I haven't thought about that story in a long time, not since I was a kid. Something about him being able to "use all elements" or something and how he "taught Barbados about freedom", maybe I'll ask Lisa about it.

"Excuse me madam, my father needs to speak to that man you're carrying. Please, hand him to me." I heard a voice from behind me say, the accent was a thick Schneznayan one.

I turned around to meet the person, a woman in an outfit that wouldn't look out of place in a family portrait of old Schneznayan nobility, they also held a vision.

A cryo vision.

I three Venti into a hay pile and summoned my spear, "your a pretty bad liar, LA SIGNORA!"

"No wait! You've got it all w-" I jabbed at her with my spear, using conduct to increase it's power, "I said wait!-"

"I don't bargain with people who hurt my friends!" Hehe, that was a cool line, nice one Selene.

"W-WHAT!? HOW DARE YOU INSINUATE THAT I WOULD HURT MY OWN BROTHER!" The woman gasped and pointed behind me.

I looked back and saw an abyss mage sneaking away with Venti.

"HEY! THAT'S MY BROTHER/BEST FRIEND'S BOYFRIEND!"

The mage noticed and bolted away. We chased it all the way to star conch cliff, where it threw Venti over the edge.

"Haha! Do your worst human! I have already completed my mission! Now without your precious archon, mondstadt will-!"

A tornado of water sprouted up from the sea, then froze in place. From the newly formed spiral of ice rose a cloaked man, and around him were 6 wisps of every element but cryo.

The mage turned around, and were it not for the dendro tendril crushing it's windpipe they would have screamed in horror.

"First you threaten to kill my son," the cloaked man stepped off the spire, the air polarizing itself with electro to form a step, "then you kidnap him while my daughter is trying to retrieve him," another step, this time the air simply pushes him up to form a step, "and now you have followed through on that threat. It tried to," the man took one last, powerful step, to which a geo platform met his feet and lifted him to the hanging abyss mage, "how truly foolish must you be."

He man then lit the tendril on fire, burning the mage like a furby in a campfire.

The man lowered himself down, Venti in his arms, and said, "I'm sorry Barbados, I should have gone to get you myself. Viktoria, what happened?"

Then he noticed me.

"EEEEP!" He shouted as he dropped Venti with a thud.

_____________________

(3rd person limited, Spritefather pov)

'Oh celestia, a person! No no, keep it together. You love interacting with humans in a controlled manner. This is just as controlled, just...a suprise.' Spritefather thought.

"By Barbados' hairy nostrils! You're the Spritefather!" The human Selene shouted.

Spritefather straightened himself out and cleared his throat, "y-yes, I am. But I am not 'the' Spritefather, I'm just Spritefather. Saying 'the Spritefather' is like calling you 'the Selene'. But now isn't the time for such trivial bickerings," Spritefather gave a gentlemanly bow, "thank you for attempting to rescue my eldest child, and for taking him home everytime he indulges a bit to much on vices."

Viktoria facepalmed, "dad! They aren't supposed to know that!"

"Well why not? They're friends with him, and best friends with his boyfriend. Which by the way I STILL need to meet-" he noticed Selene was seeming kind if pale, "you ok?"

*thud*

"Oh dear."

_____________________

(3rd person omniscient pov)

(There's no good point to explain this, but they're in a serenitea pot)

Selene woke up in a very confused state, and on a cloaked woman's lap.

"Please do not be alarmed, neither me nor my daughter did anything to you." The woman said.

Selene, in response, punched the woman and scrambled away, "who the abyss are you!?"

"Well I'm not particularly loved by celestia but I'd hardly say I'm abyssal.."

"Father, people here are not as accustomed to the divine as Liyue or Inazuma." The woman from before, who Selene thought was La Signora, said as she approached them with some tea.

"Wait, fa-no, no. Don't do that Selene, it's rude."

The cloaked woman shook her hands to dismiss Selene's concern, "it's fine, however I thank you for your accepting nature. Though it is to be excepted given your personal identity."

"How do you know me?"

"Heh, have you forgotten already? Though I suppose the change in form is not common among you humans. And nonexistent in the way me and the wisps can do."

The woman got up and started twirling, then surrounded themself in elemental power, and when it cleared stood the cloaked man Selene saw in her dream...

*wait*

"That wasn't a dream...holy shit that wasn't a dream! You're the Spritefather-I mean-you're Spritefather! Your real!"

"Indeed I am. I would think everyone in mondstadt believes I'm real, but atleast that leaves less for that misconception."

"What misconception?"

"Ask Barbados, shouldn't be too hard since you two are close."

"Barba-wait Venti is actually Barbados!?

"Oh dear I'm making this worse."

The still unnamed woman sighed and shook her head, "how about we focus on why my dad decided to be a woman? Surely that would be a far more easy thing to understand."

"It's because she likes women, and I don't blame her. World cold and hard, titty warm and soft."

"Dad who taught you that!?"

"You do realize I can hear the lives of all in my home yes?"

"I guess I'm at fault." Selene laughed.

"I will have my revenge upon you for this." The woman responded.

Spritefather chuckled, "oh? And how about you get your revenge over a date. Anastasia."

"F-FATHER!"

"What? She's single, friends to someone who can teach her proper tea ceremonies, and uh....they have....hmmm..." Spritefather was trying to think if what he could say to convince his daughter, "look I just want to see grand kids!"

"FATHER"

"K-KIDS!?"

"Look I'm pushing fifty million! If one of you doesn't get me kids in the next ten million years I'm going to grow grey hair!"

Anastasia starts forming an ice throwing knife, "REBEL'S-"

"Papa, what happen?" Came a childish voice.

Selene gasped, they were looking at probably the cutest thing EVER!

"Oh my ARCHONS! IS THAT A PYROSPRITE!?"

"Yes that's my child Flameo-"

Selene, already having picked up the the baby, "they're so CUTE!"

They hugged the little flame close to their face and nuzzled them, to which Flameo quickly responded to with their own.

"Smell like..." they thought for a moment, "big Bro Bardos!" They flew around Selene excitedly, "friend!"

Spritefather sighed, "Oh dear, now the rest will be coming out. And I just got them to sleep aswell."

It wasn't long before Selene was surrounded by six Sprites.

The Electrosprite landed on her vision and started vibrating happily.

The Geosprite asked, "are you strong!? I think I could be you!"

"Oh I'm sure you could." Selene said to appease the little Sprite as she chuckled chuckled.

The Anemosprite and Pyrosprite flew around her head like children.

The Hydrosprite was inspecting her clothes, "how utterly bourgeois, has my Brother and father been teaching you how to dress? Honestly, the people of mondstadt should learn from the reconnaissance captain of the knights. Now there's a woman who knows how to dress."

"Oh you mean Eula?"

"You know her?"

"Oh yeah, she's invites me to tea every now and then."

"SHE...invites....YOU...out for TEA!?-"

Anastasia puts her hand over the Hydrosprite and tries to hold her back

"Sorry about that," the woman replied, "kids and their crushes."

(Agua, muffled: I'M SIXTEENTH HUNDRED YEARS OLD!)

"Ha-haaa...."

Selene couldn't respond to that as they felt a prick in her spine, causing them to yelp.

A Dendrodsprite slinkied up her back and put it's head on her shoulder, "just sampling...never seen blood like yours...so intertwined with the...divine....yet so distan-"

Spritefather picked up his child, "please forgive Leafy, they're in their...adventurous stage. And their adventure is to learn things. Often things that involve pins and needles."

This was going to be a looong night

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The next day, Vanessa's tree

Selene yawns and falls on the statue, Venti doing the same. The difference between them is one is hungover and waiting for his boyfriend to take him home after the fifth assassination attempt this week, the other has to deal with the consequences of being loved by children and being there to try and stop the most recent assassination

"Holy shit....this hang over....I thought Decrabain's hailstorms were bad..."

"You shouldn't try watching after Leafy.....but I think half the pains are from Agua's jealousy bites......"

"You think that's bad?.....you should have seen them when they realized Cael and I....were dating....."

"...archons I hope I was never like that as a kid...."

"Oh cherry up you two!" Spritefather said, a bit too loud for the two, "it's a new day and-"

Venti hit his father with a clump of grass using anemo

"YOUNG MAN!-

"Ohheythere'sCaelgottagobye!" The archon said as he ran off.

Spritefather sighed, "he's always like that, running from responsibilities. But he always means up when it counts, so I can only say I'm proud of the man he's become," he thought for a moment, "except for when he turns into a woman for whatever reason, then I'm proud of the woman she's become...you know, after being around single form life for so long stuff like that feels so strange. I mean you humans are born with one form and cant naturally change it. But if you feel it's wrong you'll go through so much trouble just to get close to what us shape changers can get. While to humans it is inspiring purely because of the person's determination to take the form they so deserve, that they were truly meant to have. But for me it's so much more! The human spirit and will is oh so inspiring, but the amount humans go through! So much money, so much time, and in many places simply enduring life! Why even I couldn't get the...uh...transphobia is it?...out of Inazuma!Terribly sorry human language changes so much. Oh and on language! To think that I was there when the first cave man was trying to mimic the grunts of the gods, only to make something so much superior to them to the point that the gods copied THEM! And speaking of copies have you ever heard of the time Dainsleif-" he paused as he saw Selene's bored face, "sorry. One little thing and I start ranting and rave...no, it's info dumping. And I should thank you humans for making that term, and all the other wonder words you've made, and the medical advances. They've helped me understand myself....ah but look at me, rambling on again. You know what? For entertaining my kids the whole night, and listening to an old man's ramblings, I'll give you a boon. Anything you want, if I can get it you shall have it."

Selene thought for a moment. She thought about asking him to bring back her father, but they knew he couldn't raise the dead. She even thought...of her mother, to see her again, but they knew that it wouldn't help. A selfish part of her even wanted someway to reignite her's and Rosaria's relationship, after all that part of her life was, but she knew it would be wrong and that they both agree they just didn't work.

Perhaps just ask for mora? She did need some for a good night's rest, but that felt wasteful. What was one night's rest for what could be a lifetime of amazing power. But maybe it would be wrong to ask for something like power. Ah! She's got it!

"How about a spear? A really powerful one that compliments my powers perfectly! Oh! And make it look really cool!"

Spritefather blinked, then laughed, "well, that's rather simple isn't it? So amazing you humans. You expect them to make something big and/or selfish, like taking control of a country, or killing someone. Yet never once has one of my boons been used for anything bad. Even when they're selfish. Like one time I met a very selfish person who I granted a boon, and all he did with it was ask me to make sure the kids of Inazuma were never hungry. Ah, now that. That was ranting, sorry." Spritefather walked over to the statue's base and knocked three times, "hello Vanessa. It's been a while since I last called you, but I was hoping you could give me a hand? And perhaps a very sturdy branch off your tree?"

"Uhhh-"

A light shown down from the heavens and the ground shook, causing a skeletal hand to rise from the depths.

Selene would have screeched if she weren't so tired, "I'd prefer my weapon to be less...body part-sy."

"Nonsense! Everyone knows that bones make the best weapons! You know why it's called a prototype rancor?! BECAUSE NOONE WANTS TO ACCEPT THAT THE PERFECTED VERSION I, THE INVENTOR, MADE INCLUDES THE SHINBONES OF MITSCHURLS! YOU EVER SEEN A-*ahem*-sorry, rambling."

As he was ranting, a branch handed Spritefather a sturdy branch from the tree.

"Perfect, now a bit of magic and-" the two items blew up in Spritefather's face before reforming into a purple and black spear that ended in a feathery sleeve like pattern that was attached to a sharp blade that looked very much like a hand made into a spear blade. Mainly because it was.

A brilliant light shone down on the Spritefather as he floated up and presented the spear to Selene(mumbled: thanks Venessa)

"SELENE OF MONDSTADT!"

His voice became that of s god's, filled with power and compassion, booming across windrise.

"YOU HAVE SPOKEN YOUR WISH, AND BY MY HONOR AS THE ENTERNAL FATHER, I AM DUTY BOUND TO GRANT IT!"

He leans imup to Selene and whispered to her, "do you like the eternal father moniker? I thought it up myself."

"Oh yeah, 10/10, really keeping with the Inazuman background."

"Thanks."

"TAKE YOUR GRAND BLADE, AND GO FORTH TO CARVE THROWS DESTINY AND TILL YOUR OWN FUTURE!"

Selene took the spear, "uh...thanks?"

"Oh your very welcome. By the way how was that delivery? I've been working on the whole 'I am a powerful being' delivery for a few centuries."

"A bit hard to understand, but overall gets the vibe across. Maybe 8/10? Low seven probably."

"Yeah, I kind of expected that. Wonder how else I could get that effect, you know without the whole can't understand thing."

"Well, I've got teo other immortals to meet. Ones I need to question."

"Ah yes, I'm sure Cael and Barbados have much to answer for to you."

"Yes they do. I don't suppose 'see you around' would be appropriate here?"

"On a sense? It's appropriate. After all I'm your friend now aswell, and I prefer a life without isolation. So...see you round?"

"Sure, see you around."

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Admittedly didn't know how to end this. I like it but I'm a tad worried I made it to focused on my character and didn't give Selene enough attention.

Regardless I hope you enjoyed it cloud! I really tried to get Selene right. And sorry it took so long, sleep kept getting messed up, and then covid shot+forgetting to hydrate kicked my ass.

(Tagging: @storytravelled, @golden-wingseos, and @clouds-rambles)

[razzmatash]

So I've been wanting to write a FFXV fic for a while now but I'm struggling to write. I keep getting focused on my OC's backstory and how I want it to make sense and not be cliche. And then I'm worried I'm going to get things wrong with canon events. When I get anxiety/stressed in real life, I tend to avoid whatever is causing it. I feel like that is happening with this. Any advice? Does this happen to you? You're so talented and I've been reading your fics since LowLander so much love

I totally understand the getting focused on backstory because it happens to me all the time. Sometimes I have more fun world building than I honestly do writing a story. It isn’t the worst problem to have but it’s one of the reasons I haven’t posted as much writing lately as I used to. It can get hard taking all that information and turning it into a cohesive story that fits with canon events. Other times, I ignore some canon events (like Nyx dying because fuck that noise) or rather don’t ignore them but change them just enough that it can still be plausible and work. Or at least be believable. I don’t know if this would work for you or not but for me I can develop ideas faster and shift and change them to make them work if I have someone else I can talk to about it. Either verbally or over a messaging system because it gets the ideas out and you can get someone else’s opinion on them. I’ve developed entire plots on the spot just babbling at someone. It doesn’t work for everyone but it’s something you could try if you have someone that will listen to you babble.

About making them fit into canon and having them make sense (and this advice is coming mostly from my bestie @juuneaux), the best way is to do research about the entire world in general, not just one specific part of it. Consider the entire world, looking for ways that your character will fit in and won’t because no one fits in every where. Focusing on just one area won’t help you grow and flesh out your character to fit into the entire world, instead of just one tiny piece of it. So it’s kind of a lot of world building just to make sure everything works.

As for the anxiety...lord, this hits me a lot with writing, even if it doesn’t seem like it. It can be hard and scary to post anything because it’s a piece of yourself and you want people to like it. The only thing I do really is keep writing because honestly most of my stories I’m writing for myself and just deciding to share them with people. If you aren’t up for sharing them yet, keep writing. It’ll all fall together eventually. It doesn’t even have to be a lot. If you get a couple lines down, that’s good. If you write thousands of words, that’s good. I try to write a little bit every day and sometimes it isn’t good and I wind up abandoning it for other ideas, but I still do it. I have so many stories that won’t ever see the light of this site or any other but I keep them because they’re special to me or they spawned a new idea. Writing is not easy in any sense. It’s a creative endeavour as much as anything else and some days it just doesn’t always work the way you want it to.

End of the day, you want to do what’s best for you and if world building is coming easier to you, take time to do that and flesh out the character or the plot however you want. By the time I post a story, there’s been weeks or sometimes months of planning put into it because that’s just what I do and like doing. If you’re looking for little things to help you flesh out the character in the world, find a prompt list that you like and write short little drabbles or ficlets based on them to see how your character would react. Don’t put a word limit on yourself. Just write until you’re happy with what’s happened. That can help you start to get comfortable with them in the world and about the writing in general.

I hope my rambling helps if even a little bit and thanks for asking! And for sticking around my fandom leaps orz