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More Than Meets the Eye

♡ what to do when your human is all blue? ♡

♡.Obey me! ♡♡.SFW! Fluff! ♡♡♡. @nalamyc00l I understand. Sometimes the world feels like it's got its magnifying glass pointed at all the wrong places, and you just need to feel seen for who you truly are, not just... what you look like, right? And here you go, babes <3 apologizes for the late post…

. . . M A M M O N !

♡ Standing slightly off to the side in the House of Lamentation, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. Memories of your time in the human world before devildom were whirling and spinning around what happened at the mall this evening.

♡ A shirt that caught your eyes didn’t make it into your purchase, the saleslady shaking her head and not so subtly saying your frame was ‘distracting’, ‘loud’ for the shirt style, herding you, like a child, to a different isle of clothes.

♡ It wasn’t a first that you were talked to like that but this time, the words landed a little too wrong and too strong to just brush off.

♡ Mammon, pacing back and forth, counting Grimm in his hands, almost bumps into you. "Oi! Watch it, Human! You're gonna make me drop my—" He stops mid-sentence, glancing at your expression. His own expression falters just a touch. He sees the way your shoulders are hunched, the way your eyes avoiding looking up. Something in your downcast posture stops him short of making any jokes or teasings.

♡ He might clear his throat, shifting his weight awkwardly. "Uh, hey. You alright? You lookin' kinda… wilted." He scratches the back of his neck, suddenly less sure of himself.

♡ Before you can finish telling him everything what happened before you pushed into the dressing room, Mammon would actually frown. "Who said somethin' to ya?  Who? Lemme at 'em!" His impulsive instincts, ones you surprisingly tamed down some time ago, would flare up. “Ya know more than damn well I can take anybody on! Tell me!” He wouldn't understand the nuance of body image and insecurities right away (he is perfect) but he would understand someone being unnecessarily ugly to his human.

♡ All his grumbling and huffing would cease when he sees how badly you just want to fade away. Stepping to you, his arms would pull you closer, shielding you from sight of other eyes. "Look, uh… don't listen to 'em, alright? Demons are just… demons."

♡ "You’re… you’re fine. More than fine. You’re… uh… you’re useful. Yeah, useful! And… and freaking…” He breathes in, mustering up the words he wanted to say for a stupid long while. “And… and you look good. Alright?” The whorls would fall softly onto your hair, his lips hovering there as if he wants to kiss you but he pulls back. “Now come on, let’s go get somethin’ to eat. My treat. Anything you want. Except my credit card. That’s still off-limits.”

. . . L E V I A T H A N !

♡ Leviathan’s room was dimly lit, the glow of multiple screens casting an eerie blue light across the floor filled with pillows, snacks and the such. You had sought him out, hoping that the familiar chaos of his space might distract you from the turmoil in your head. You slump onto his beanbag chair, trying to appear casual as you watch him intensely focused on a new MMORPG on his main screen. His fingers danced across the keyboard, commands firing off in rapid succession, his brow furrowed in concentration.

♡ Leviathan’s senses were sharper than they seemed. He might be socially awkward in the real world, but he was surprisingly attuned to shifts in mood, especially amongst those he considered his comrades – and you were definitely in his ‘party’.

♡ “Oi,” he grunts, without taking his eyes off the screen, “ I can hear you sighing over the music and it's making it hard to enjoy the screams of these newbies. You’re… radiating gloom. Like a… a debuff aura. Is it…" He repeatedly hit the spacebar, "is it Diavolo again? Did he make you participate in some… cringe human tradition again?”

♡ You shake your head, managing a weak smile. “No, nothing like that. Just… stuff.” You try to brush it off, but Leviathan, surprisingly, presses a bit further, though still glued to his game.

♡ “’Stuff’ is vague. Vague is… inefficient.” He pauses, fingers still flying. "Someone bothered you?"

♡ You sigh. "Yeah… kind of. Someone… someone at the mall said some really rude things about… well, about my…” you gesture vaguely at your chest, his eyes staring at you from the reflection of the PC screens.

♡ Leviathan finally pauses his game, his avatar momentarily frozen mid-battle, much to the potential dismay of his online teammates. He swivels his chair to face you, eyes widened.

♡ Once everything was ranted out, Leviathan stares blankly for a moment, then his face scrunches up in confusion, and then, indignation. “Distracting? Distracting how?" He gets up abruptly, pacing in his small space, “It's a SHIRT!" He scoffs, "Distracting?!"

♡ "Distracting is-is when a poorly designed UI element obscures vital information on the screen. THAT would make sense. And even then, just that’s bad game design, AND still… not your fault!”

♡ “Listen,” he says, turning back to you, his voice earnest, “Don’t listen to those… those low-level losers. They’re just jealous because your… your character is clearly a… a unique, high-stat build. Everyone else is just… generic.”

♡ He fumbles around his desk, pushing aside stacks of manga, finally retrieving a slightly dusty, but clearly treasured, limited edition anime figurine. He holds it out to you. "Aha!"

♡ “See?” He points at the exaggerated curves of the figure. “This… this is art! Designed with… with emphasis! It’s… it’s beautiful! Like… like you! In a… in a non-dull, totally meta way!"

♡ "She's cool, you're cooler." He propped her on your knee, patting your leg in what he hopes is comfort.

. . . B E E L Z E B U B !

♡ Beelzebub was happily munching on a mountain of spiced chicken wings, his movements focused and economical. You watched him, a small smile playing on your lips. It was… endearing, in a strange way, to see him so utterly absorbed in his food.

♡ You were in the kitchen with him because… well, you just enjoyed being around him. Even if most of his attention was usually on whatever edible item was nearest. Today, though, you felt more awkward than usual. You’d deliberately chosen the baggiest sweater you could find this morning, hoping to minimize… everything.

♡ Beel glanced up from his wings, noticing you properly for the first time. He blinked slowly, his usual calm gaze settling on you. “Hey?” he rumbled, his voice slightly muffled by food. “You’re… wearing a big sweater.” You look down, fidgeting with the loose fabric. “Yeah, um, just… comfortable.”

♡ He tilted his head, his brow furrowing slightly. “Comfortable? It’s… warm in here.” He gestured around the kitchen, which, granted, was warmer than usual thanks to the earlier active stove. “Right, well, extra… comfortable,” you inhale, feeling increasingly foolish.

♡ Beel watched you for a moment longer, then shrugged. He was more than happy to be returning to his wings. “If you’re comfortable.” He paused, then added, almost as an afterthought, “Are you… cold?” “No!” you said quickly, perhaps too quickly. “I’m… perfectly fine.”

♡ He seemed to sense something was off. He put down his wing, wiping his hands on a napkin with a slightly more deliberate motion than usual. He turned fully to face you, “Is something… on your mind?”

♡ You looked down, avoiding his gaze. “It’s nothing, Beel. Really.” He took a step closer, his presence filling the space, in a grounding manner. “You’re… hiding.” He stated it simply, matter-of-factly.

♡ His steady gaze made the denial die in your throat. Brewing tea and scooting his stool closer to your frame, he listened to all the worries that bloomed in the back of your head since you woke up that morning.

♡ A look of understanding took over in his eyes, slowly, like the sunrise. He looked down at your chest, then back up at your face, his gaze softening. He still didn’t quite get it, not in the way someone who’d experienced that kind of insecurity would, but he was trying. “People… don’t like… your body?” he asked, his voice incredulous. "But nothing is wrong with you."

♡ “Your body… is… good. It’s… soft. Warm. It… smells nice.” He leaned in slightly, "It keeps you warm...and And… I like… all of you," He lowered his head slightly, his forehead resting against yours. “Don’t… hide from me, alright?” he murmured. “I… like to see you. All of you.”

Number 3 is served!

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Moonlight Temptation.

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The streets of Pentagram City stretched before them in a web of neon lights and shadows, the air thick with the scent of sin and smoke. The night was alive with murmurs of the damned, the flickering hum of distant jazz, and the occasional scream from some poor soul meeting their end in an alley. There was something in the air, something you didn't understand what it belonged to. Like a dissolved spell… this thick scent expanded to streets, reaching your nostrils and penetrating your skin. But none of it mattered—not when Alastor walked beside you, his grin sharp, his eyes burning with something unreadable.

There was a certain thrill in being near him, in the way his energy crackled against the air, unseen but felt. A walking enigma, a gentleman of another era, yet undeniably a monster underneath. And yet, tonight, there was something different about him.

"What a charming evening for a stroll, wouldn't you say?" Alastor's voice was honeyed mischief, his cadence almost sing-song as he twirled his cane.

"Charming? In this hellhole?" you scoffed, but there was a smile in your voice.

"Ah-ha! Precisely! The best kind of charm, my dear!" he chuckled, his crimson gaze lingering on you just a second too long. His grin almost predatory.

The weight of his attention burned like a brand.

You didn't know when the shift happened—when the easy banter turned into something else, something heavier.

Maybe it was the way his fingers brushed your wrist as he gestured animatedly, or the way his voice had dipped, velvet-smooth, when he whispered something teasing into your ear.

Or maybe it was the way you looked at him.

Whatever it was, it had you both stopping in the middle of the street, caught in a current neither of you had been prepared for.

A second passed.

Then another.

Then—

Alastor moved.

One step.

Then another.

And suddenly, you were in an alleyway, back pressed against the cool brick, his towering frame caging you in.

"Do you have any idea," he murmured, his voice a caress laced with something darker, "how irresistible you are?"

Your breath hitched. His gloved hands hovered near your waist, trembling with restraint.

He wanted to devour you. You could see it in his eyes, in the way his grin twitched at the edges, barely holding together. He was starving. And for once in his damned existence, it wasn’t for blood, nor for flesh.

It was for YOU.

The city roared behind you, oblivious to the storm of hunger crackling in this tiny, forgotten corner of the underworld.

Then his lips ghosted over your throat, not quite touching—just the whisper of a presence, a promise of something devastating if you just leaned in.

"Alastor," you breathed.

And that was all it took.

With a growl of surrender, his hands finally claimed you, his grip firm, unyielding, as he pressed you fully against the wall covered in creeping ivy, his breath hot against your skin. His body was solid, caging, a force of nature barely restrained.

The world spun. Heat coiled. And for the first time, you felt what it was like to be truly caught in his grasp.

In a very quick movement, his hand was on your neck. At first he wrapped his hand around the circle of your neck, squeezing, but not causing pain. Just enough to feel your heartbeat throbbing under his fingertips. And then… he loosened his grip, sliding underneath, caressing your slightly exposed chest and feeling the heat you radiated. With one of his claws, he traced the path of the buttons, popping them off...

... one

by

one.

Until the blouse opened because of your ample breasts.

"Gorgeous. You're so…", he didn't finish the sentence, he threw himself towards you, devouring you with a kiss.

It wasn't sweet.

It wasn't gentle.

It was hungry and without resistance.

Alastor wanted you, your scent driving him crazy. His eyes were closed as your salivas joined in a dance of intimacy, his tongue intertwining and caressing yours, while with one hand he held your waist and with the other he teased your nipple. It was him who broke the kiss. His face slightly red, saliva hanging from his lower lip. "Would you do something for me?" he asked, gasping. "What?" you stammered in shock at what was happening. His body pressed against yours. "Touch yourself," he said in a firm voice, stopping to breathe, his eyes fixed on yours, shining. "Touch yourself for me, hm?" he said, taking your chin between his fingers, barely touching your jaw. Then he took your hand, and brought it under, near your pussy. His fingers gently took your index and middle fingers, placing them on your clit. "Touch yourself like this, and imagine me doing it," he said moving your fingers in circles, then moving his fingers away, the imprint of his fingers still on yours. The contrast burned.

You started panting at his request. "Alast—", your cheeks flushed red. "Mmmh", he panted as he came closer to you, panting in your ear and inhaling the scent of your hair, sinking inside. His body pressed closer to yours, he positioned himself at the side of your thigh and you could feel his hardened cock. His face was now on your neck which he began to lick very slowly, breathing on it causing deep shivers to penetrate your brain. "Alastor—", you panted.

One of his hands took your other hand and directed it towards his cock, making it rub against the fabric of his pants. His breathing was getting faster and faster, and all the while he kept his eyes fixed on yours. It was only then that he opened his pants and pulled out his cock, already twitching.

While with your hand you started to take it and move it back and forth along its entire length, applying a light pressure while you felt its shape and veins swell.

While you masturbated him and gained speed, he moved with you, swaying his hips in your hand.

"You…", he said panting. "Don't stop", his hands held your cheeks anchored to him, while his mouth desperately searched for yours, wanting to lose himself in you, in your taste, in your intimacy.

His hips were still swaying, until he suddenly stopped. His eyes flashing with excitement. He slowly sinks to his knees before you, his hands rested on your hips possessively, while his teeth slid your panties down your legs, his breath hot against your core.

He leans in, his tongue flicking out to tease your clit. A jolt of pleasure shoots through you, and you grasp his horns for support, your nails digging into the smooth bone, his deer-like ears twitch atop his head betraying his excitement. Alastor chuckles darkly, the vibration sending delicious waves through your sensitive flesh.

"Mine. You're mine," he murmurs, before diving in with gusto. His tongue explores every inch of you, circling your entrance before plunging inside. He laps at you hungrily, his pace increasing as he senses your growing arousal.

Alastor's tongue delves deeper, his movements becoming more urgent as he devours you. His gloved hands knead your ass, pulling you closer to his face. The rough fabric of his gloves contrasts sharply with the smooth, velvety texture of his tongue, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins. He sucks your clit between his lips, his tongue flicking back and forth over the sensitive bud. Your hips buck against his mouth, desperate for more friction. Alastor growls in approval, the vibrations adding another layer to the intense sensations overwhelming your body. His fingers join his tongue, sliding in and out of you in a relentless rhythm. He curls them just right, hitting that perfect spot that makes your vision blur. Tears of ecstasy prick at the corners of your eyes as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

"That's it, come for me, my love", he said painting.

Alastor rises to his feet, his lips glistening with your juices from the orgasm before.

Alastor gently turns you around, his touch surprisingly tender as he positions you on the wall. He leans over you, his chest pressing against your back, and nuzzles your neck affectionately.

"You're so beautiful like this," he murmurs, his voice soft and filled with admiration. He enters you slowly, his hips moving in a gentle, rolling motion. His hands caress your sides, your hips, your breasts, worshipping your body with each loving touch. Alastor kisses your shoulder delicately, tracing pleasant paths of kisses. Along the path he stops at your neck, kissing and biting softly, marking you as his. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear as he makes love to you.

"You're so damn mine," he breathes, his pace steady and deliberate.

Alastor's movements become more passionate, his thrusts growing deeper and more urgent. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you back against him with each thrust. His other hand tangles in your hair, gently tilting your head to the side so he can kiss and nip at your neck. The dual sensations of his hard length filling you and his lips on your skin send shivers of pleasure through your entire body.

You never wanted to stop, you desperately wanted it.

You wanted him.

You were a mess of gasps and screams of pleasure.

"Come with me," he pants against your ear, his voice thick with desire. "I want to feel you fall apart in my arms," he says whispering your name.

Alastor's thrusts become more erratic, his grip on your hips tightening as he nears his own release. He reaches around to massage your clit, his touch firm and insistent. The combination of sensations proves too much, and you cry out as your orgasm crashes over you, your inner walls clamping down around him.

"Yes, just like that," he groans, his movements growing more frantic. With a final thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his own release pulsing hot and thick within your depths. "Fuck, I love you!" he whispers, collapsing onto your back and wrapping his arms around you tightly.

You didn’t know how much time passed. Minutes? Hours? A lifetime?

By the time reason returned to you, your pulse was wild, your lips tingling, and Alastor…

... Alastor was watching you.

His grin softens, a hint of tenderness creeping into his expression as he notices the mess coating your thighs. With a gentle motion, he pulls out of you, his cock glistening with a mixture of your combined fluids. He retrieves his signature handkerchief from his pocket—a rich, burgundy silk with intricate black embroidery—and holds it out to you, his clawed fingers brushing yours as you take it.

"Here, my dear," he murmurs, his voice a low, soothing rumble.

"Let me take care of you. A gentleman should always ensure his dear is… presentable," he said, amusement threading through his voice.

You exhaled a laugh, breathless. "You're impossible."

"Ah, but you adore that about me, don't you?"

You took the handkerchief, your fingers brushing his. He lingered for just a moment longer, watching you intently as you clean yourself, his gaze lingering on the creamy streaks of his cum that cling to your skin. There's a possessive glint in his crimson eyes, a silent claim staking his territory. His eyes filled with a hunger that promised this would not be the last time. After you cleaned yourself, Alastor came closer, brushing your flesh with his gloved claws. He slowly pulled up your panties, smiling mischievously at you and, as you stepped back into the neon-lit streets, one thing was certain:

Pentagram City had never felt so dangerous.

Not when he was looking at you like that.

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《unplanned journey》

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Synopsis:

"park sunghoon, just a teenager high school student who is thrown into the world of huge responsibility, challenge's all alone his whole world crash on him when his girlfriend leaves him after giving birth to their child and abandon both of them, Despite sunghoon's struggle challenges of unplanned & unexpected journey into fatherhood made his unwavering love and dedication shape their unique father-son bond & he accepted his fate. "

Warning none;⛔

Just fluff, father son, soft, angst 100%, 3rd person (reader will be added later) after few chapters.

cute, fluffy, father son bond, parenthood, fatherhood, love, mentione of pregnancy, abortion, cheating, unprotected sex, anxiety, depression, abandoning, blood, drug's sleeping pills, alcohol, cig. heavy curse, swearing, crying angst & angst, a single teenage father struggles go through challenges to raise his child all alone, i'm just warning there would be angst & angst i'll put here read at your own risk.📌

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✧˖°. ☆ hi! i'm starflung! ☆.°˖✧

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ welcome to my blog! ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ art tag // comics tag // oc masterpost + catalogue // au masterpost (soon!)

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ about ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

i'm a kirby artist who specialises in comics, storytelling, and worldbuilding. lately my work has been focused on telling an original story about my oc/sona starstruck dee, but i also have several canon-focused AUs in various stages of development and release!

my blog is typically rated pg-16. nothing overly untoward or visually explicit, but there's some swearing and the occasional (text-based) suggestive joke.

i really enjoy developing in-depth sci-fi worlds and environments, languages and cultures, and biological or magical headcanons! my ask box is open, and i love to receive questions about my stories, aus, headcanons, and so on.

⛔ i am not doing commissions or requests. ⛔ please do not attempt to roleplay with me. ✅ i reblog art and content by others in the community! i aim for 2-3 pieces a day, almost always from the queue.

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[fereldanwench]

Hi, I'm Wench! ♡ This is a personal and multi-fandom blog that predominantly features original and reblogged posts about Cyberpunk 2077, The X-Files, and whatever cursed shit makes me laugh. For the full scope of what I post and who I am, check out my tags and about pages.

Virtual photography in Cyberpunk is my main creative hobby, but I am very much a jane-of-all-trades, master-of-none. Here are some tags where you can find a lot of my stuff:

🎨 ART | 📚 FIC & COMICS | 📸 EDITS | 🎭 COSPLAY | ⚙️ MODS

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If you'd like to connect elsewhere, I'm fereldanwench in most fandom spaces. Here are a few other accounts* I frequently use:

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*Additional accounts are also listed on my Carrd.

✧˖°. OTP: Goro & Valerie

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FAQ

✧˖°. Before You Follow

🔞 NSFW & Adult Content Warning This is not a minor-friendly space, and I strongly discourage anyone under 18 from following me.

I tag all visual content with the "nsft" tag; explicit text is not tagged. (I try to use the Community Labels feature when appropriate, but it's often very glitchy for me, so I would advise filtering that tag if you really want to avoid boobas.)

⛔ On Blocking & Filtering I typically only block bots, trolls, and, if I notice, anyone who has blocked me. However, I extensively use content and tag filters in conjunction with XKit to hide filtered posts entirely. This occasionally means "false positives" will be caught in the filter, and I might miss posts and notifications as a result.

💌 On Following Back I honestly don't follow new blogs often, and I won't follow blogs at all if they don't meet these two criteria at minimum:

The blogger must be over 18 years old, although I typically prefer following folks who are at least in their late 20s.

A basic and consistently used tagging system must be in place (e.g., at least tagging the title for a piece of media or the name of a character).

💔 On Unfollowing I will sometimes unfollow blogs (including mutuals) under certain conditions, namely:

If they've been inactive for over 6 months

If our interests have dramatically shifted

If their posts make me uncomfortable for any reason (drama-mongering or guilt-tripping are the most common reasons)

Also, I encourage anyone who no longer enjoys my blog to do the same! Keep your dash a fun and happy place for yourself.

💬 On Asks and DMs My ask box is open with a few stipulations:

Anonymous messages are prohibited. Similarly, messages I suspect are being sent from a sock puppet account will not be published.

I default to replying publicly, but if you include a "PM" in your message, I'm more than happy to reply privately.

I don't participate in or publicly post any sort of "chain mail" messages (e.g. "send this message to 10 blogs you love")--I very much appreciate the thought behind them, but they tend to overwhelm me.

📃 Miscellaneous A few other personal policies of note:

I'm a big advocate for reblogging your own posts! I frequently do it myself. Self-reblogs are usually about 6-8 hours apart, but if you find they're clogging your dash, you can blacklist the "srb" tag.

I queue a lot of my original posts and reblogs, and my queue can be as long as a month out.

I typically only use likes to acknowledge personal posts, and I wipe them completely a couple of times a year.

✧˖°. FAQ

❓ What tools do you use for your Cyberpunk 2077 screenshots? For poses and expressions for both V and NPCs, I use these mods:

Appearance Menu Mod (AMM)

Photo Mode Unlocker (PMU)

Nibbles to NPCs 2.0

For spawning decor, SFX, and lights, I use:

Appearance Menu Mod (AMM)

CharLi Character Lighting Suite

And for enhanced photomode tools, I use:

ReShade The two shaders I mostly use are Cinematic DOF (which creates a nicer blur than the vanilla DOF) and RealLongExposure (which reduces hair pixelization).

Otis Injectible Camera I predominantly use this for hot-sampling and hiding the game menus for making GIFs, but it is also a more powerful flycam and includes another lighting tool (CyberLit). This is a paid mod.

All color-editing, levels-adjusting, clip-fixing, etc. is done in Adobe Lightroom and Adobe Photoshop.

❓ What other Cyberpunk 2077 mods do you recommend? I have a list that I update every few months that links all the publicly available mods I use in my game and a general mod tag for any mods that look interesting/useful. I’ve also dabbled in making mods (mostly pose packs that are kind of obsolete at this point and alternate clothes for Goro) that are available for free at my Ko-fi shop.

❓ Is your V's preset or NPV publicly available? Nope! I rarely share Valerie, and when I do, it's only with close friends who I know will take good care of her.

❓ Do you take commissions? I currently don’t take commissions of any kind, although I am sometimes open to art trades with mutuals (art for art, VP for VP, or VP for art). I can’t guarantee my schedule will always permit it, but if you’re interested, feel free to DM me!

❓ Would you be interested in taking shots for my mod? There's a good chance I would be, yes! Generally, the only times I'd say no are if 1) I don't have enough time to take and edit shots (usually a week's notice is enough) or 2) it's a fashion/cosmetic mod I just don't think is Valerie's style. Otherwise, I'm probably game--Send me a message with the deets!

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For that game post your rb! Prompt: “take your clothes off-“ “not that, that you keep on.”

DIAVOLO’s eyes wrinkled in a smile, mischief dancing deep in them.

Finally.

It’s been a drag, truly….to keep away from you all night was not easy. The charade in casual chatter had become intensely taxing. Despite it being a very important event to host, it was not as loud in his mind as what he planned for you.

He cleared his throat, turning the door knob of his chambers, his unoccupied hand deftly unbuttoning his shirt. The fabric loosened around his frame, freeing his skin to the air as his polished shoes stepped into the dimly lit room.

You were most undoubtedly spending too much time with Solomon. The results fruiting in a dangerous manner. The innocent-looking pudding you offered him earlier, a thoughtful gesture on the surface, carried a potent connotation of aphrodisiacs now floating in his veins.

His dress pants tighten in a way he felt familiar while his hands closed the door behind him.

He knew you had stepped up the cases of stairs before him, he could feel your presence in the room. “Take your clothes off.” His words deep and alluring, floating in the air.

He held back a noise of a growl and a sigh in the back of his throat. Shrugging his tops off, legs stalking to the massive bed, eyes catching sights of your shoes on the floor.

“Take your clothes off.” He met your eyes, voice rumbling. His reached-out finger tracing along your jaw, light on your skin then he held your chin up. Touch not so sweet now. “Unless you’d like me to take it off of you, hmm?”

Number 11 is served!

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Hi, i’m fafa °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

twenty three, chronically online, and always a little too tired. i spend most of my days curled up in bed, daydreaming about stories i’ll never write and conversations that only exist in my head. i romanticize everything, even when i’m doing nothing at all. i live off on tea, soft blankets, and pretty things i find online at 3am. this blog is where i keep all the pieces of me that don’t fit anywhere else.

Likes ♡

୨ৎ tea in quiet moments, especially with a book

୨ৎ pink everything, from ribbons to sunsets

୨ৎ drawing

୨ৎ strawberries

୨ৎ cherry blossoms

୨ৎ fictional characters who live in my head rent-free

୨ৎ soft songs, musical soundtracks, and singing

୨ৎ cartoons, animated movies, and anything that makes me feel like a kid again

୨ৎ old musicals, vintage fashion, and anything dramatic

୨ৎ historic eras for the beauty, especially the Middle Ages and the Victorian world

୨ৎ romanticizing little moments: window light, a quiet playlist, the sound of rain

୨ৎ living in imaginary worlds i’ll never write down

Dislikes ⛔

⛔ messy rooms

⛔ people who judge before they understand

⛔ being underestimated or brushed off

⛔ impatience

⛔ rudeness just for the sake of it

⛔ when people mock others for what they love

⛔ being pushed into things i don’t want to do

⛔ forced socializing

⛔ when my safe spaces stop feeling safe

if you also romanticize your life, cry over characters, and live in your head more than real life—hi, we’re the same. my inbox is always open <333

with love,

fafa ♡

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⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

more fanfic writer emoji asks!

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

So many! But tbh, I rarely ever scrap a fic forever. Oftentimes I'll let a half-finished (or barely started) draft sit idle for months before I come back to it. Though I suppose that the first version of Recompense counts as something I scrapped? But I do have plans to repurpose some of that fic so maybe not!

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

I'm in the process of plotting/outlining an idea for a post-AWE fic that centers around Jack, Norrington, and Elizabeth! It's a bit different than the directions I've taken before, and I'm hoping I'm able to make it happen.

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

You forgot to specify a character, anon 😭💔

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

This is such a hard question. It comes down to either Jack or Elizabeth, and it probably depends on my mood. I find them both so fun to pick at.

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

I love love love when readers interact with my fics ♡ And I love getting questions as well! Apologies for how long it might take me to get my thoughts together, but please ask away if you've got questions ♡

[lime-erance]

OH OFC SORRY!! i didnt see anything about not doing ships on ur rules post (if there is on it, then sorry, im dyslexic and read over things very easily-)

if alright, (and again feel free to decline!^^) may i ask for a request of the same thing except only for manjiro sano? (media is tokyo revengers) please nd thank u v much!

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Welcome to my page, I'm Bittlebat but you can call me Frank or Bittle. I'm an artist who also selfships for comfort! If you want my fandom content that's nonshipping related my main is over at @bittlestofbats

I've been reworking my style and self-inserts as of late so there isn't much content on here but there will be in the long run! I'll have my Carrd posted here soon.

I don't condone any evil actions my villain F/Os have done in canon. Most of the stuff I post is of my AU or headcanon versions of the villain characters I simp for. ( This disclaimer is mostly for Gristol, Warren, Farquaad, Shrignold, and Theodore but also goes for the more tame villain F/Os I have. )

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