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[bakuliwrites]

Day One- Gale of Waterdeep

500 Follower Event, 30 Day Writing Prompts Prompt: Relic, Tender, Petrichor, Gale (BG3) Pairing: Gale x Reader Tags: Fluff, Kisses, Cuddling, Slightly Suggestive, Gale Route Spoilers, BG3 Spoilers Word Count: 741

Gale’s dark eyes sweep languidly across the page, no doubt committing to memory the poetic verses written within. You watch from the doorway, comfortably warm in the threshold between cozy library and chilly balcony, a mug of tea slowly cooling in your hands. It brings joy to your heart to see Gale this relaxed. He’s reclined in a loveseat, dressed in his usual soft sleeping clothes and donning a pair of new slippers. The book he’s absorbed in is tome-like in appearance: leather-bound, some sort of ancient relic etched in gold leaf on the cover, a hefty clasp hanging loosely on the edges. You smile to yourself as Gale cautiously turns an onion-skin page, brows furrowed in concentration as he scans the next verse. 

With a small sigh, you lean against the doorframe, looking out to the churning sea beyond. There is something deeply nourishing about your days in Waterdeep. Perhaps it’s the way light rushes across the surface of the sea on clear days, sun glinting brilliantly in the sky, seagulls calling out to one another on the drifting ocean breeze. Maybe it’s the twinkling stars mirrored on the water at night, waves crashing gently to shore and the world silent as can be. It could be the hustle and bustle of the town around you, the familiar sounds of a peaceful life you’d almost forgotten in your adventuring days. Or perhaps it’s the unwavering gentility, the steadfast adoration of the wizard before you. 

Gale catches you staring, the corners of his eyes crinkling with delight at the sight of you. 

“Care to join me?” his voice breaks through your silent musing, eyes softening when you meet his gaze, “Books are always better with company.” 

“Of course,” you return, for how could you refuse such an invitation? You abandon your mug on the coffee table, shivering when a gust of wind brushes through the balcony. With it comes a pleasant whiff of petrichor and brine, a scent you’ll probably forever associate this tranquil afternoon with. 

“Darling, you’re freezing,” Gale worries, shifting in his spot to give you room to lay next to him. The loveseat is hardly big enough for two, but all the more reason to cuddle, you think to yourself. And that was most certainly Gale’s plan, for as soon as you sit down, he draws you into his warm embrace. He’s quick to take one of your freezing hands in his, drawing it to his lips and pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles. He warms it with his breath before sneaking in another kiss to your palm.

“Better?” he ventures, a gentle beam breaking through the gloomy grey of the afternoon. 

“Much,” you softly chuckle, letting your forehead rest against his. This moment is suspended in time, the balcony suddenly a realm of its own. Beyond the soft sound of Gale’s exhales, you can hear a drizzle of rain pitter-pattering on the rooftop, droplets bouncing off the railing and landing in tiny ripples on the water’s surface below. Gale holds your hand to his chest, his other arm drawing you close. Beneath your fingertips is the velvety texture of his shirt, the gentle thrum of his heart. This is nourishment in its purest form: Gale Dekarios, his love silently enveloping you, body and soul. 

You angle yourself to better reach his lips, pressing a tender kiss to them, lingering for a long while. Gale’s tongue softly traces the part in your lips as your fingers tangle in his hair. He moves to press tiny kiss after kiss against your cheeks, eyelids, and jawline. 

“Hmmm,” you hum, when he dips to give some much needed attention to your neck, “You can keep reading if you’d like. I don’t want to interrupt you.”

Gale’s book is long abandoned somewhere on the loveseat. You suspect he might be sitting on it, far too engrossed in you to pay attention to the tome digging into his leg. 

A small chuckle reverberates through Gale’s chest when you inadvertently gasp, his lips ghosting down to your collarbone.

“You’ve well and thoroughly distracted me, my darling,” he admits, “I’d much rather you be the subject of my studies this dreary afternoon.”

“Then you are easily distractible,” you return with an impish smirk. Gale quirks an eyebrow at you.

“Or is it that you and your irresistible charm are incredibly distracting?” he teasingly returns, laughing as he pulls you closer and lays his lips to yours once again.

A/N: I adore Gale. Honestly, I adore all of the companions in BG3. And many of the NPC's haha. I want to write more for him, so maybe a fic in the future? Time permitting, of course. Thank you for reading! Up next in this event will be Portia Devorak from The Arcana!

[nompunhere]

You've been staring me down all day. Not that I don't appreciate the attention, but it's... getting a little unnerving. My reading is interrupted a rather loud rumble from your stomach, from your position on the couch. I look up from my book to see you, of course, still looking at me. There's a sort of conflict in your eyes. Consideration, as you eye my curled up form, tucked into my favorite chair.

I offer a nervous smile and speak up. "So, eheh, sounds like we're about ready to get started on lunch-?"

"Get in my belly."

...I must've misheard you. "I- Sorry, what was that?"

"Get. In. My belly."

That low growl hardly sounds like you. I can see saliva building up at the corners of your mouth, your features painted in sharp relief to my eyes as fight-or-flight starts to kick in, involuntarily. It must be evident in my expression, by the way you jerk that piercing gaze off of me so abruptly, bowing your head to run your hands down your face.

Hesitantly, I set the book aside and sit up, tense. "I'm- I'm afraid I.. don't understand?"

You growl again and snap your eyes back up to mine. "It can't wait any longer—I need you in there. Now."

I flinch back and scrabble against the chair as you abruptly stand and start towards me. I can't get my limbs to work right. I don't- what- "What's going on? I-I- W-what are you- you doing?"

"You have no idea how long I've been holding back, do you? For your sake. You'll be fine. But I'm not, and I won't be, not unless you can sate me." You're exceedingly close, now, looming, arms to either side of me and watching my every move with what I now recognize as hunger in your eyes.

Out of panic, my arm flies toward your face, but you catch me by the wrist before it makes contact. The reflexes of a predator, I can only imagine. I tug at it with a whimper, cowering against the back of my seat. I trusted you, but now- now-

"I don't want this either. But this has to happen, before I start actually hunting down strangers. This is the better option. You'll be fine, I promise you. But I need this."

Your growl is the last thing I hear before my world goes dark, and damp, and hot.

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It's... calmer than I expected. No acid, for one thing. Seems you weren't lying about me being alright. ...Physically, at least. The walls shift and knead, but they're strangely passive. You'd gone quiet after, er, eating me, even if your guts hadn't. It took a while for you to come to your senses and reassure me that you truly mean no harm, dragged out of your instinctual post-meal bliss by the sound of my terrified and betrayed sobs. I'd only just calmed down a bit, soothed by the sound of regret and urgency in your voice to make amends, before you succumbed to the urge to nap.

And now, I... don't know what to do. It seems safe enough, at least? So here I sit, hidden away deep within you, listening to your sleeping body's inner workings. All that fear, slipping away into.. boredom? ...Peace, let's call it that.

It's soft, at least. I think the warmth is starting to get to me, bringing with it a deep drowsiness. Maybe this.. isn't so bad. Maybe I can still trust you. Maybe I could, mm, join you, in your.. nap...

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[jessybarnes]

Hi, lovelies! Welcome to my first writing challenge. First, I want to thank each and every one of you for following me, supporting my work, and cheering me on. I appreciate and love all of you. This is the first time I have ever hosted one of these, so bear with me and I hope you enjoy it! Anyone can participate as long as you're at least 18!

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Angst:

"You can't be bitter now, this was your decision." (1/2)

"Let me go." (1/2)

"I let you in. I let my guard down, and you made me feel like I'm no good." (0/2)

"I don't forgive you." (1/2)

"You know what? Everyone was right, you don't deserve me." (0/2)

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"You're too late." (0/2)

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"I haven't been this happy in so long." (0/2)

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"Look at you. You're dripping wet and I've barely touched you." (0/2)

"You'll cum only when I tell you to. Got it?" (0/2)

"Make me." (0/2)

"Maybe I need to remind you who's in charge here." (0/2)

"Don't test me, sweetheart." (0/2)

"Did I say you could stop?" (0/2)

"You look so pretty on your knees with my cock buried in your throat." (0/2)

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"You're so beautiful. All spread out like this just for me." (0/2)

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[glimmeringtwilight]

Ruin | Yandere Dainsleif x Reader

CW: Stalking, unhealthy relationships, yandere themes, implied murder.

Word Count: 658

Dainsleif has never known a ruin quite so undoing as you. 

To be entirely fair to you, and truthful to himself, it’s not wholly you. Rather, it’s him, with you acting as the unwitting catalyst. 

You’re none the wiser to the new shadow you’ve gained. Sure, you might feel eyes on you, late at night, as you walk a little faster home than you normally do. Or you might notice the occasionally misplaced item on your nightstand, earning what’s a little longer than a passing glance as you try to figure out what’s wrong with what you’re looking at.

But it’s nothing concrete. Not yet. Nothing you can take to the Knights, nothing to make you do much more than double-checking the locks on your window every night before bed. You used to sleep with the window open, letting the wind carry the gentle ambience of sleepy Mondstadt evenings in with it. Not anymore. 

Dainsleif knows that he’s the cause of your newfound paranoia. The guilt that is brought with it eats at him, worse than his curse, cutting deeper than any knife ever could. 

The guilt eats at him, and yet…

He still finds himself sitting beneath your windowsill, pretending he can hear your soft breaths, watch the rise and fall of your chest, see the peace in your expression as you sleep– even though your back is turned to the window, and it’s too dark to see with the moon hidden behind dark clouds, anyway. 

Eventually, standing guard at your window–a self-appointed duty, if only to disguise the ugly truth of the act and soothe what little of his conscience has not yet rotted and died– isn’t enough. 

Dain moves from nights spent under the stars outside your home to nights spent standing sentinel in your home. It’s for your safety, he tells himself, a paper lie through gritted teeth, it’s for your own good. 

He never touches you, of course. But it never stops him from looking, from standing across from your sleeping form and memorizing the gentle, quiet peace that finds you in dreams. You’re like the brightest star in his sky, blazing bright and fast across the backdrop of the universe. And Dain knows better than anyone that the brightest flame burns the fastest. 

So he holds you as close as he can without holding you. Stands guard while you sleep, kills any wayward monsters that wander a little too close to you, keeps as much of the darkness at bay as he can manage despite being made of rot and pitch himself. 

You will never know your shadow, but he knows you. It’s enough.

It’s enough, he thinks, to stand guard, to protect you, to slump against the windowsill bruised and battered and know you’re safe, making the blood on his hands worth the sin he’ll never scrub them clean of. 

It’s enough, he thinks, as in a moment of weakness after hundreds of nights spent silently standing guard by your bedside, he breaks the very promise he’s sworn to himself– to you– with only the stars as his witness, and kisses the inside of your wrist. 

It’s enough. And Dainsleif knows soon it won’t be, desires sparking like hunger pains, unbidden, in his gut. 

He knows he’s damned. Knows the blood on his hands isn’t entirely for you, that if you knew the things he’s done under the guise of your protector, you’d think him a monster. 

But if he’s a monster, then so be it. Let his feet fall heavy as he returns to your bedside each night. Let you stir and see him for the monster he is, let you know your shadow. May you never forgive him for what he’s done, for what he’s yet to do. 

Dainsleif brushes a thumb over your knuckles, knelt at your bedside enraptured like he has for months now, and thinks that perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to damn you, too. 

[writercole]

Enlightened

Summary: The heart wants what the heart wants. But sometimes, it needs a push to figure it out.

Squares: Denied Proposal @anyfandomangstbingo // Rejected Proposal @taylorswiftbingo // Picnic @anyfandomfluffbingo // Hurt/Comfort @supernatural-jackles TMAS bingo // Make Me Cringe @howbadcanitbebingo // @callsign-phoenix 500 Follower Challenge Words: 1485 Warnings: Few? Um. rejection, pining

A/N: I formally pre-apologize for what I’m about to do but I do fix it all in the same fic because I’ve tortured you guys a few times now with making you wait and I really need this to be a one-shot.

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Bob led his girlfriend, Laura, through the meadow, his fingers entwined with hers as he guided them to the picnic spot he’d set up. 

“Bob, where are we going?” she asked for the tenth time, her tone getting more and more impatient.

“We’re almost there, honey,” he cooed. He could see the picnic blanket spread under his favorite tree, the one he’d been running to since he was a kid. It was a special place for him; this would only be the second time he shared it with someone.

“I’m tired of walking,” she sighed.

Bob ignored her outburst, knowing that everything would be worth it and forgotten soon enough.  “Here we are,” he smiled as he pulled her in front of him, facing her towards the romantic date he’d planned with the help of his best friend, Y/N. 

“This is different,” Laura commented as she looked around, seeing her favorite flowers, her favorite champagne, her favorite fruits and vegetables and cheeses. 

“Mhmm,” he hummed, placing a kiss under her ear. “I wanted today to be special. Come on, let’s sit.”

They sat on the blanket and snacked, silence filling the space between them. Bob watched her closely, happy to be in his favorite spot with his girlfriend.

“Hey, Laura,” he said, slipping his hand into his pocket discreetly. “Did I ever tell you what was special about his place?”

“No,” she sighed again, facing him with a blank expression.

“It’s the one place I’ve always found peace. When I needed a break when I was a kid, I’d come here and just sit. Even now, as an adult, I come here when I need to think. But I find peace somewhere else. I find peace with you.” He pulled his hand out of his pocket before continuing. “You make me want to be a better person. I would run out of breath trying to describe all the ways I love you. I could call anywhere home as long as you’re with me. I love you, Laura. Will you marry me?” 

Bob held out his hand, a simple diamond ring laying in his palm. Laura was quiet, her face unreadable. The soft smile that had been etched on Bob’s face since he picked her up fell away. He closed his fingers around the ring and pulled his hand back, his heart shattering. He knew her answer.

“Bob, I’m really sorry,” she started.

“Don’t,” he interrupted, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I thought we were on the same page. I was so sure you’d say yes.” He started packing up the remaining food, trying to hide his pain by keeping his face down. “I can’t believe I shared my spot with you. Over a year of my life just…”

“I wish there was something I could say,” Laura whispered.

“Yeah, well, there’s nothing,” he snapped. 

“I just don’t see a future with you,” she continued.

Bob froze in his actions, hanging his head and squeezing his eyes shut, taking long, even breaths to calm himself. "So why stay as long as you did, Laura?"

"I thought…" she started, pausing when she needed to rethink her words. "I hoped that my instincts were wrong. The day that you approached me I saw it. The way you looked at Y/N. You've never looked at me that way. I just couldn't…I didn't want to be right. I didn't want to let you go."

"How did I look at her?" he whispered, confused and heartbroken.

"Like she's the first drop of rain in a drought, the first gasping breath after you wipe out. The one thing that can save you from dying." Laura's voice wavered and she shuffled, standing and resting her hand on his shoulder. "I do love you, Bob. But I can't compete with her."

Laura strode across the meadow, leaving Bob in his favorite spot, alone, grieving a love he thought was forever and wondering if that girl had been in front of him the whole time.

The clock struck midnight and Y/N rubbed her eyes, slipping the photo strip into her book as a placeholder. She stretched with a groan and stood from her spot in the living room, looking out of the window to see that it had started raining while she was engrossed in the story of childhood friends turned lovers. 

Her eyes lingered on the photo sticking out, her and Bob at the arcade, making ridiculous faces. The strip was wildly appropriate to use as a bookmark; she had been friends with Bob since they were in middle school, one of the only people to still call him Robby. Somewhere along the way, she fell in love with him, realizing it shortly after he got serious with Laura. 

He proposed to her. Y/N helped him plan everything. Laura was going to accept and she'd help plan the wedding and hide her broken heart as long as she could.

Y/N switched the lamp off and quietly walked towards her bedroom. As she stepped into the short hallway, a pounding sounded through her apartment. 

She froze in her spot, completely terrified. Should she try to get her phone and call 911? Call Robby? Check and see who it was?

Did she have a weapon? An escape route? 

Another knocking made her jump, her shoulders relaxing slightly when she heard a voice call through the closed door.

"It's Robby. Open up, I need to talk to you."

She breathed a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding, her head a little dizzy with relief. She rushed to the door and unlocked it, throwing it open to see her best friend standing in the rain, alone, the expression on his face unreadable.

"Robby, what are you doing? Get out of the rain," she insisted, gripping his forearm and pulling him inside. "You're soaked. Let me get you a towel."

Bob stared at the spot where her hand had been, turning his arm slightly. The spot she'd wrapped her fingers around was warm, tingling, where the rest of him was shivering from the fall rain. 

"Here, dry off," she said when she came back in, two towels in her hands. 

Bob lifted his head slowly and met her gaze, his lips parting as if seeing her for the first time. "She was right," he muttered with a scoff.

"Who was right? Robby, what's going on?"

"Laura said no," he told her quietly. 

 "What?!" she exclaimed. There was no way Laura turned him down. Everything was perfect. He was perfect.

"She said she didn't see a future with me," he continued, "that I wasn't as in love with her as I thought I was."

"That's ridiculous," Y/N scoffed as she unfolded a towel and started drying off his arms. He was obviously upset and hurt and needed her help.

"I thought so too, at first." His eyes never left her face as she patted the towel around his hands. "But she said that I was in love with someone else. And I still didn't believe it once she said it. I sat there for hours under that tree. Did you know it started raining about two hours ago?"

"It's been raining that long? I've been sucked into the latest story I'm reading. But back up," she said, "Laura thinks you're in love with someone else?"

"Yeah," he confirmed. "And she's right."

"She is? Who?"

Bob slipped his hand around her neck and pulled her close, his lips finding hers with a roughness borne from years of pent up longing and passion. His arm slipped around her waist, pulling her close, molding her body to his.

She melted against him, the rainwater seeping through her clothes ignored as she pressed herself against him, her arms wrapping around his neck. The towel dropped to the floor as Bob turned them, pressing her back against the wall and swiping his tongue across her bottom lip.

She moaned quietly as she parted her lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss. The heady sensation buckled her knees and her head spun, overwhelmed with the sensation of his chest pressed against hers, keeping her from falling to the floor.

The painful burning in their lungs forced them apart, their eyes fluttering open as their heaving breaths mingled in the miniscule space between their lips.

“I -” she started.

“Wow,” he interrupted with a whisper. 

“Please don’t be a dream,” she begged, “I can’t bear it if it’s just a dream.”

“It’s not a dream,” he promised as his hand cupped her cheek, “it’s real. It’s you. It’s always been you. I was just too stupid to see it.”

“Are you enlightened, then?” she teased as her fingers played with the ends of his hair, goosebumps erupting on his neck.

“I’m the wisest man on Earth,” he smirked as he dipped his head down, capturing her lips once again. 

[aquagirl1978]

This is the second of the Dazai hug prompts. You do not need to have read the earlier fic, but if you did, you might notice a thing or two from the first one. This one is spicy - very, very spicy.

And Into the Bedroom - Dazai Osamu x Reader (Ikemen Vampire)

A/N: Part of my 500 Follower Celebration as well as Be My Valentine 2.0 hosted by @xxsycamore and @chaosangel767

Pairing: Dazai Osamu x Reader

Prompts: hugging and gently holding the other’s head and slurring out a love confession in the heat of the moment

Tags: NSFW; MInors - DNI

“Thank you…for the flowers,” you whispered as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He sighed, his body melting against yours; cupping the nape of your neck, he cradled your head gently in his hand, your cheek pressed against his chest. The beat of his heart soothing, you felt as if you could stand there forever in this position. 

If only your lover shared that same sentiment. 

The hand that was resting on your lower back roamed, his palm sliding down your backside, fingers digging into your skin, pulling you closer against his body. A soft moan left your lips, his mouth capturing yours in a passionate kiss. 

“If you want to thank me for the flowers, we should go upstairs.” His voice, low and husky, was filled with urgency. Nodding, your head heavy, still dizzy from the kiss . Slipping your hand in his, he guided you to his room.

As soon as door shut, his mouth was on yours again. Needy. Hungry. Like he hadn't seen you in weeks, not hours. 

“I need you.” His voice was more like a growl than a whisper as he pushed you onto the bed. His eyes, darkened with desire, drank you in as he held your gaze. 

Not one to deny your love, you kissed him as you both quickly undressed each other. Your body ached, needing him too. 

The hard outline of his cock pressed against your thigh; you pushed your hips up wanting to be filled by him. Sensing your urgency, he teased you, rubbing his tip along your soaked entrance.

Wrapping your hand on his, you helped guide his cock to your core, crying out his name as he entered you. Gripping your hips, he pulled you towards him as he slowly stretched you. 

You buried your head into his shoulder, gently biting his hot skin when he fully entered you. He groaned, giving you some time to adjust to his size before slowly thrusting into you, your hips rocking to meet his.

Your bodies joined together in a familiar dance as the tempo quickened; warmth filled your body as his pace increased.

“I love you, Dazai.” Your whispered words were breathless as he brushed a kiss on your love-bruised lips. “I love you, I love you so much…”

Pleasure peaking, reaching it's crescendo, Dazai's fangs scraped at your sensitive skin before sinking his teeth into you. Your head fell back, eyes drifting closed as the initial sting of pain flooded your senses. Pleasure quickly washed away the pain, leaving you filled with the sweetest euphoria.

It was everything but an ordinary afternoon.

Tagging: @redheadkittys @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @chaosangel767 @atelieredux @ikehoe @kpop-and-otome @ikemen-writer @lucyw260 @queengiuliettafirstlady @kisara-16 @lordsisterxotome @violettduchess @jet-ivory @bellerose-arcana @crypticbibliophile @yarnnerdally @tele86 @nightfoxqueen @wendolrea

[fckwritersblock]

Bitchhhhhhh, not me having 500 followers 😩🥹 I don’t know what y’all doing here because I am not consistent like I should be but baybeeeeee this is motivation! Ima do better I swear! Starting right now.

Thank y’all so much for following and supporting me with the likes, reblogs, and comments. I really do appreciate that. I’m glad I have a place to get out all my random thoughts and stories. Glad somebody likes what I write. Even if I do think it’s mediocre af lol

With that being said, boom. You can call it a challenge, you can call it a collection, whatever floats your little boat; but again, with me being inconsistent I don’t have many mutuals that I’m aware of here, so that is something I would definitely like to change.

I have two writing prompts that I’m going to drop and anybody is welcome to join! Can I get them out of my head and have been stuck waiting for multiple characters with both of you.

1. If I fuck you, I’ll fall in love with you / if I have sex with you, I’ll fall in love with you

2. person a: “Describe yourself in one word”

Person b: “Yours

And thennnnnn, throw some SMUT in that shit! Completely up to you how things end

No word minimum or maximum. You can use a one propped or both prompts, you decided.

& whatever ‘Bae’ you decide to use for the reader to interact with is completely up to you.

NO MINORS. 18+ UP ONLY PLEASE. Per usual, mine will all be written with a black reader in mind.

Tag: #fallforyou500 and tag me

@fckwritersblock . I’ll be creating a master list for everything as well.

No deadline, no pressure, if you feel inspired, go for it! Also if you want to just say ‘hi’ just come holla! Like I said, working on actually talking to folks here since… I be here lol.

Thank you!

- Mo

[bakuliwrites]

Day Three- Muriel of the Kokhuri

500 Follower Event, 30 Day Writing Prompts Prompt: Silk, Glacial, Citrus, Muriel (The Arcana) Pairing: Muriel x Reader Tags: Fluff, Snuggling, Kisses, Inanna! Word Count: 800

Wind cuts through your body, icy and sharp, chilling the very marrow in your bones. Not even the heavy coat wrapped around your shoulders is enough to combat the almost glacial Vesuvian winter. It’s unusual to be getting this much snow and ice, but a passing storm has practically turned the city into a kingdom of ice. The cobblestone is slick with frost, slippery and more dangerous with each passing moment. Vesuvia moves at a snail’s pace, its citizens cautious as they slide along the narrow passageways and tiptoe carefully through particularly slippery alleys. Icicles hang from awnings, crystalline and wicked as daggers. Occasionally, as you pass by, one will fall and shatter to the ground beneath, sending shards of ice in every direction. Tiny icebergs float down the canals, and some of the smaller ones have nearly frozen over entirely.

You are grateful once you reach the powdery snow beyond the city streets. At least you won’t have to worry about slipping, though part of you is nervous about falling into an embankment and getting stuck. Luckily, you know this area like the back of your hand and manage to traverse it quite well, trudging slowly through the thick layer of snow and into the dark forest. It’s deathly quiet, save a few somber colored birds that flit from barren branch to barren branch, chirping a greeting at you as you shuffle by. Another violent gust of wind nearly knocks you to the ground beneath, but you manage to steady yourself on a gnarled tree. The tip of your nose is frozen, your breath releasing in clouds of fog. What you wouldn’t give for a cozy blanket and a crackling fire right about now. 

It’s then that you spot a large figure lumbering towards you out of the swirling snow. A lantern swings at their side, pools of warm light wavering with each step they make. Out darts a small wolf from behind one of the nearby trees, yipping joyously at the sight of you, snuffling your outstretched hands as you reach to pet her. 

“Inanna!” you exclaim, burying your frozen fingers in her warm fur, soft as silk. Her tongue lolls out to the side, happy whines escaping her throat. After a moment, she wags her tail enthusiastically, beckoning you to follow, before darting back towards the not-so-mysterious figure. A grateful smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you abandon the tree that steadied you and dart towards your rescuers. 

Muriel catches you up in his embrace, holding your shivering form close and warming you in an instant. 

“You’re freezing,” his low voice rumbles in your ear. When you glance up to meet his gaze, his brows are knit with worry. 

“Not with you here, I’m not,” you mumble against him, burying yourself in his chest. He lets out a small chuckle before gently nudging you and taking your hand in his. Inanna prances eagerly beside you, sending up bits of fluffy snow into the air and leaving perhaps some of the cutest paw prints in her wake. You chit-chat quietly with Muriel about your day at the shop and the perils of this unusually frozen Vesuvian winter. You worry about the forest, about the animals that call this woodland home. 

“Spring will come soon enough,” Muriel mutters, a soft, knowing smile reaching his eyes when he looks to you, “And then the forest will bloom again.”

He gives your hand a small, reassuring squeeze. With this, the two of you fall silent for a bit, enjoying the tranquility of the winter wonderland surrounding you. It’s not long until you reach Muriel’s hut. Smoke pours from the chimney and a welcome blast of warm air greets you as soon as you open the door. It smells of citrus, bright and inviting, two cups of lemon tea waiting for you and your beloved by the fire. Muriel takes your cloak from you, hanging it up to dry and gives you a moment to strip yourself of your icy, soaking clothes. 

Once you’re situated, Muriel guides you to the furs before the fire, snuggling close and pressing a tender kiss to your lips. This frozen Vesuvian winter is no match for Muriel’s gentility and warmth. 

“Welcome home,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around you. You hum as he draws you in, warming you to your very core. No amount of chill or ice could penetrate the comfort of this home. Inanna cuddles up to the two of you, slumbering peacefully as you and Muriel enjoy some invigorating honey-lemon tea and lay kiss after kiss to one another’s lips. You arrived home just in time, heavy snowfall pummeling Vesuvia almost as soon as you settled in for the night. But you are unconcerned, safely wrapped up in Muriel’s embrace.

A/N: I always get wordy with Muriel and I'm not entirely sure why. Don't get me wrong, I adore him. I'm just surprised that of all the M6, Muriel is the one I get the most wordy with when it comes to headcanons and mini-fics, haha. Also, I seem to have a common theme in the first fic and this fic, and that theme is being cold. I think I must be channeling how cold I am right now, lol. Thank you for reading! Up next will be Prince Sidon from The Legend of Zelda! As a note, not all of these fics will be Character x Reader. Many of them will be, but they might also be Character x Character, or simply have no pairing :) I'm just letting the prompts take me where they may.

[crabussy]

yoooo guess who lost a close friend because I asked her not to make fun of my autistic brothers special interests behind his back and she instantly accused me of gaslighting (then accused me of blowing up at her when I calmly stated that made me upset and I wouldn’t gaslight because that would make me a bad person and a shitty friend) and said that I was “clearly angry at (her) and thinks (she’s) a terrible person” even though I!! explicitly stated!! multiple times!!!!! that I wasn’t angry with her and just wanted to discuss this so that she knows my boundaries and so that we’re on the same page!!! because she’s a good friend who I value dearly and I want her to understand how this made me feel so that we can move forward!!!!!!!!! ok!!

[bobnewbie]

Better Beard & Goatee - 500 Follower Gift

I am back with some new Growing Together mesh edits as a thank you to everyone who has shared my content and welcomed me to this lovely community!

This time I have taken on the challenge of reshaping the beard that came with the pack and making a few changes that I feel improve the overall look.

Details, downloads, and TOU under the cut.

The following is an alternative to the beard pictured above, it includes my edit of the beard but no alteration to the mustache. It is available as an override and as a standalone.

TOU: You can do whatever you like with the meshes. If you end up using them feel free to tag me in your posts cause I'd love to see them in your game! (Not obligatory.)

All facial hairs are base game compatible, except for the override which requires Growing Together. Recolors done with Aveira's maxis match recolors found here.

Better Beard

Growing Together Beard Edit (Override)

Growing Together Beard Edit (BGC)

Better Goatee

Better Goatee (No Stubble)

@public-ccfinds @maxismatchccworld

[willowbelle]

The Right Direction

zoro & falling in love with you

per this request from my 500 follower event!

❤︎ roronoa zoro x fem reader ❤︎

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

cw: dom!zoro, teasing, first time sex, thigh-riding, oral sex (f!receiving), piv sex, reassurance, praise, hair-pulling, rough sex

summary: poetic beginning, zoro is head over heels in love, jokes about how zoro is directionally challenged (lol) zoro is a bit jealous, gives in to his longing, zoro is very skilled with his mouth (three-sword style, duh ;) first time sex, porn with plot, zoro confesses his love. (awe)

word count: ~5,000 (omg)

tagging: @bby-deerling @eelnoise

The Right Direction

Falling in love with you was a sensation that crept up on Zoro quietly, unexpectedly, and with no warning signs. 

It was an allconsuming feeling that took him abruptly, tugged at his heartstrings, and left him utterly and painfully smitten. 

Zoro is persistent in all that he does; headstrong and resilient, forcing himself through the trenches without a second thought.

This quality remains true as he attempts to make you his. 

He’s guarded, of course, desperately attempting to conceal the fact that he is so blatantly head over heels in love with you. 

He carefully masks his emotions behind a facade of casual indifference, forcing himself to maintain his typical cool demeanor even as his insides churn and scream with longing. 

Though he may feign disinterest, his heart pumps your name into his veins with every beat; loud, intense, unavoidable. 

Your form is etched into every crevice of his brain, your voice a permanent chorus in his ears. No matter how hard he tries, you remain an indelible mark, intoxicating and exhilarating. 

You’ve ignited something within him; a flame that courses through his veins and makes him feel new; uncharacteristically tingly and vulnerable. You coax these feelings out of the innermost parts of him; parts he'd never shared with anyone.

He often finds himself disappearing into his mind to find you; materializing your image beneath his eyelids, fantasizing about what it would be like to call you his. Your essence permeates every corner of his body, and he can no longer ignore the unmistakable presence you've marked within him.

He avoids your gaze, tilts his head up and wrinkles his nose to deny you conversation; he’s messy and obvious, but it’s fun to play along. 

_____

The others notice, too; Zoro’s quieter than usual, more reserved. This brute of a man seems softer, now, entrapped in the sway of fantasy and daydreaming. 

He’s been overtaken by something greater than he’s ever experienced, more compelling than sword fights, even. It’s new, foreign; it’s the unmistakable sensation of falling in love. 

You've unknowingly embed yourself into every fiber of his being, having taken command of his every move, sitting confidently on your throne in his skull. 

Zoro’s entrapped by emotion, and for once, he’s careful where he places his feet. 

He’s quiet, sturdy, cautious. But, he persists, like he always does; bold and confidently, almost embarrassingly so. 

_____

“What’s got you so quiet lately, Zoro?” Nami questions, “You seem real out of it lately.”

“I’m always quiet,” the green-haired man grumbles, not even wasting the energy to open his eyes as he sits relaxed against the wood panelling of The Sunny. 

“Yeah, I know,” the young navigator chuckles, “But this seems different.” 

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t,” he sighs indifferently.

His good eye opens suddenly, ears having pricked up by the mere sound of your footsteps. 

He knows you’re there before you've even arrived; chatting and laughing with Luffy as the two of you walk into the main area of the ship. 

Nami notices the shift in his demeanor as you waltz by; his typical stoic behavior has dissolved entirely, and he’s now anxiously tapping his fingertips on the wooden floor, iris following your every move with a level of precision that simply couldn’t be brushed off. 

A smirk tugs at the lips of orange-haired woman, and she hums knowingly, 

“Ah, I see.” 

“Shut up,” Zoro rasps, he’s talking to Nami, of course, but his head has tilted in the direction of your body, entranced by the hypnotic sway of your hips as you and Luffy make your way into the kitchen. 

A twinge of possessiveness pricks at his skin, and although he knows Luffy is quite innocuous, and you’re certainly not his, he still gives in to the pull of his domineering tendencies. 

“Fuck, hold on,” he groans, rising to his feet, following you and the captain. 

Nami chuckles softly to herself as the swordsman departs, 

“I see.” 

_____

The kitchen is warm and lively like usual; crewmates strewn about the dining room haphazardly as they chat loudly about nothing and everything all at once. 

Zoro immediately spots you, even amidst the ruckus; he’s grown quite fond of your appearance, you seem to always catch his eye.

You’re standing in the corner of the dining room, shoulders parallel to the table as you lean against the wall. You’re turned towards Luffy, head thrown back as you clutch your stomach, laughing at something the captain said. 

Zoro’s heart feels funny in his scarred chest, but he can’t quite place the feeling. He feels hot; hot and anxious, seeing you there with someone else. 

He grits his teeth and clutches the satin binding around his abdomen, moving forward with purpose. 

For once in his life, this stubborn man lets his yearning takes the reigns and lead him in the right direction. 

He advances next to you, wedging his broad shoulders between you and the captain, mirroring your action as he leans against the wall.

The sudden intrusion frightens you a bit, and you jump, playfully swatting at his muscular shoulder, 

“Jeez, Zoro, don't sneak up on us like that!”

Luffy grins brightly, happy to see his right-hand-man joining in on the festivities. 

“Hi, Zoro!” Luffy’s signature laugh erupts from his chest as he roughly pats the swordsman on the back. 

“Luffy,” Zoro begins, lifting a muscular arm to point towards the stove where Sanji’s busily working, “Cook’s almost done, don’t let your food get cold.” 

“Oh, you’re right! Thanks, Zoro!” Luffy beams, immediately perking up and bouncing off the wall, making his way towards the cook. “Sanjiiii!” the rubber man whines, his voice trailing off as he continues on. 

You chuckle softly at your captain’s one-track mind and turn towards Zoro, expecting him to be laughing, too. 

Except, he’s not. His face is like stone, per usual, utterly serious, his brooding demenour burning holes into your visage. 

 “Y/n, come with me,” he grumbles, voice low and hushed. 

“What?” you question, tilting your head. Surely, you'd heard him incorrectly. 

The green-haired man says nothing, just grabs your delicate hand in his strong, calloused one, leading you away from the kitchen. 

“Can’t ignore it anymore,” the tall man grumbles, his back turned to you as you blindly follow his lead. 

“I-Ignore what?” you stutter, “Zoro?” 

_____

Desire has crept up his spine and sunk its claws into his shoulders, digging into his neck to nip at his ear; it's unavoidable, now, and he has no choice but to give in to its unwavering persistence. 

In an instant, you’re twirled around and pressed against the wall of the hallway, Zoro immediately closes the gap, his chapped lips crashing onto yours with such intensity it makes your brain rattle in your skull. 

The kiss is rough and electrifying in its suddenness, but Zoro is skilled, lacing his rough fingers through your hair as his thick tongue pushes its way into your unsuspecting mouth. 

“Mmm!” you let out a surprised whine at the intrusion, but welcome it, running your delicate hand along his jawline, cupping his face in your palm.

He tastes like salt and booze but you like it.

You can faintly hear his golden earrings jingling as your mouths dance together, and your lips turn upwards into a smile against his. 

“Whatcha smilin’ about?” the tall man grumbles into your mouth.

You playfully bite his bottom lip in response, gently tugging on the tender flesh, “I see the way you look at me," you giggle against his lips, "How long have you been waitin’ to do that, Zoro?”

He hesitates, silently weighing the choice between remaining in his familiar role as the silent, indifferent figure in the corner, or yielding to your inquiry. Though he desires to cling to comfort, something new tickles at his throat, threatening to escape. 

“Too long,” he groans.

At his confession, you grant him control again, removing your teeth from his lip and pressing your tongue against his once more. 

You’re ravenous, tugging on his shirt collar to get him closer, pressing your lips against his with such intensity it feels as though you’re melding into one. 

You’re a moaning, sweaty mess; you’ve never been kissed like this before. 

He’s rough with his lips, but kind, still, calloused thumb tracing circles into the apple of your cheek as his drool spills down your chin. 

Your crewmate moaning into your mouth, his fingers dancing in your hair as he keeps you pressed firmly against the wall, coupled with the way your tongues are dancing together so intensely, passionately, you feel your head start to grow fuzzy. 

You begin to lose yourself, entranced in the bliss of the embrace, so you pull away, huffing, 

“Zoro,” you whine, “Please.” 

He groans at the loss of contact before pulling away, too, taking a precautionary glance down the hallway. 

“Walls are thin,” he grumbles, “My room,” he grabs your hand once more, pulling you along, “Let’s go.”

You don’t even think twice before following the swordsman, for once, you place your trust in this stubborn man to lead the way. 

Soon enough, you’re kissing again, but this time, Zoro’s seated on his bed with you standing in front of him.

He slides his big, strong hands up and down your sides; he’s greedy with his touches, softly massaging your flesh in his calloused palms as they move up and down your ribcage. 

He makes you feel small and you like it, as if he could pick you up and throw you, but still catch you if you fall.

“Come on,” he mumbles against your mouth, moving one hand down to pat his thigh, “Sit.” 

You acquiesce immediately, straddling his big thigh, whining in pleasure at the new sensation. You silently curse in your head, you’ve already relinquished control to this man and you’ve only just begun; he’s got you hook, line, and sinker, and he knows it. 

“Good,” he chuckles softly, lips turning upwards against yours at his ability to command you so easily. 

“Shut up,” you tease, wrapping your arms around his strong neck, lips melding together once more. 

His hands travel down, gripping your hips firmly. He instantly begins to move you, rocking your hips back and forth, earning delicious moans to escape from your lips as your needy sex grinds back and forth against his muscular thigh. 

“W-Wait,” you rasp, and he does, holding you still and glancing up at you, “I-I want to feel you” you whine, tugging at his shirt. 

He averts his gaze as his hands travel down to wrap his fingers underneath the hem of his shirt. You’d never seen him like this, he looked shy. 

His fingers trace along the fabric for a moment  before he slowly lifts it up and over his head. Your eyes widen as his physique is revealed; you’d seen him shirtless before, but never like this. This was passionate, vulnerable. As the fabric is peeled away, the contours of his muscles greet your eyes, and you twitch, core tightening at the sight. He’s toned and tan, beautiful. 

The long scar spanning diagonally across his chest, from his shoulder to his lower abdomen, was enticing. It added the allure of something foreign to you; danger, strength, leaving you openly oggling and aching to know more. 

His gaze meets yours again, and the sight of your astounded face makes a dark blush rush to his cheeks. 

He pushes the shyness down, as is his custom, arrogance surfacing once more. 

“Like what you see?” he smirks playfully. 

You lean forwards to plant a soft kiss to his thick neck. 

“You tell me,” you start, your voice a sultry whisper as you begin to kiss down his neck and chest, “Seem like I like it?”

Although he tries to push it down, a low groan inevitably escapes from his throat, making him tense at his own vocals. 

The unsuspected noise makes you smirk against his bronzed skin, satisfied with your ability to make this silent, stoic man groan from a mere kiss. 

You prepare to jest, but he beats you to it, already speaking before you can interject

“Don’t start,” he groans, “You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this,” he admits. 

And with that simple confession, you’re the one blushing, instinctively rocking your hips against his thigh.

A satisfied noise escapes from Zoro, “See,” he smirks, “You’re no better.”

You know he’s right, so you dodge protesting, unapologetically grinding your hips back and forth as you continue to kiss down the contours of his muscles. 

“Fuck,” his head teeters back as he curses, solid hands finding their place in your hair. 

He leans back to rest on his forearms, giving you more access to his torso. He watches on as you make your way down, shuffling off him to sink to your knees in front of the mattress. 

Realization strikes and he leans forward to cup your chin in his big palm, tilting your face upwards to meet his gaze. 

“Stop,” he commands, making your eyes widen, fearful that you’ve done something wrong. However, he smirks again, settling your nerves, “Swap with me.” 

Heat rushes to your face and finds its home in your core; taken off guard by his suddenness and unwavering desire to please you. 

You listen, of course, rising to your feet as he does the same. He swiftly lifts you, making you giggle in surprise as he gently tosses you onto the plush mattress. 

He takes your previous position, sinking to his knees in front of the bed, his large hands instantly finding their place on each of your thighs. 

He squeezes your plush flesh firmly, sliding his hot palms up and down your legs teasingly. You sigh in pleasure at the contact, letting your head fall back onto the mattress as you let the green-haired swordsman worship your timid body. 

He continues his gentle pursuit, sliding his hands up to meet the fabric of your denim shorts. He taps your leg with the rough padding of his fingertip, making you crane your neck to look down at him, 

He shoots you a questioning glance, silently asking for permission to remove your clothing. 

Your heart warms at his request for consent, and you nod softly, making his lips tick upwards into a gentle smile. 

A rough palm slides up your body, prompting you to relax against the mattress once more. 

His thick fingers find their way to the button and zipper of your shorts, one hand traveling to the side to grip the waistband as the other works diligently on the metal confinements. 

Your body tingles and goosebumps begin to bud all over your skin as the sound of your zipper along its track meet your ears; this was really happening. 

Zoro’s fingers curl under your waistband and you instinctively raise your hips to aid him in sliding the fabric off your body. 

“Thank you,” he smirks.

You take the opportunity to remove your shirt and bra, too, and he watches, unashamed at his blatant desire to gaze upon your naked form. His eye widens at the sight of your pretty breasts, your nipples hardening as the cool air meets them. 

“Fuck,” he says, his tone is soft, but ridden with admiration as he openly ogles you, “You’re beautiful,” he praises, sliding a hand up to grasp your left breast as he nuzzles his face between your thighs.

His warmth breath meeting your slit through your panties causes a desperate, shaky whine to escape from your lips. You crane your neck to gaze down at him, your bottom lip tucking under your teeth at the sight. You nibble at the tender flesh, desperately awaiting his next action. 

He slides both hands down to rest on your trembling knees before spreading your thighs, making you suck a suprised gasp into your lungs. 

He shoots you a wolfish grin, gaze never leaving yours as he playfully bites at the soft fabric of your panties. 

“Mm!” you whimper softly, head rolling back as heat rushes to your face, eyes screwing shut tightly in anticipation. 

He kisses along the soft skin of your inner thighs before taking the waistband of your panties between his teeth. 

“Hey,” he speaks clearly, despite still clenching down on the fabric, “Look at me.”

His lusful command has you complying instantly, despite your embarrassment, and you find yourself leaning up on your forearms to gaze down at the green-haired man between your legs. The sight alone makes your core tighten and flood with warmth. 

As soon as your eyes meet his, he begins pulling. He slowly inches your underwear down your thighs, all the way down, allowing them to fall down your calves and pool at your ankles.

He kisses up your legs again, making your lip tremble as you whimper desperately for him. 

He smirks in response to your silent plea, rewarding you with a firm, wet kiss to your aching slit. 

“Sh-Shit,” you hiss, back arching off the mattress instinctively at the long-awaited contact. 

You keep your eyes on him, just as he instructed, and he continues to worship you, fingers moving in to spread your wet folds, making you whine. He plants a line of passionate kisses down your needy slit, lips meeting your entrance to kiss it before slipping his tongue through his lips and swiping at your weeping opening. 

“F-Fuck,” you curse, “Z-Zoro…” “Mmm,” he moans against your cunt, “You taste so good.”

His tongue works diligently from the get-go, lapping at your slit like he’s starving and you’re his last meal. 

“Ah, fuck,” you moan shakily, sweat beginning to bead on your forehead as the man between your legs works greedily; each flick of his hot, thick tongue making stars erupt beneath your eyelids. 

Flames of pleasure tickle your skin, singeing your flesh as Zoro works his way upwards, instinctively latching onto your aching clit and sucking ravenously at the swollen nub. 

The sensation makes you cry out, delicate hands darting down to rest atop his head, trembling fingers lacing in his hair and tugging needily at the moss-colored strands. 

Euphoria washes over him, the culmination of receiving everything he’s ever wanted finally hitting him. He’s between your legs, your legs, and the desire to please you overpowers any other craving he’s ever experienced. You top everything, even his passion for swords, his desire to become the world’s greatest swordsman, you reign supreme.

He wants nothing more than to please you, love you, make you come undone beneath his touch. He wants to burn himself into your brain and fill your head with nothing but visions of him, his name falling from your slack jaw over and over again like a needy prayer. 

And here you are, doing just that. 

He continues his pursuit, pressing his face into your cunt harder as his tongue darts up and down from your weeping opening to your pulsing clit. 

Your legs begin to tremble, but Zoro’s grip remains firm; keeping your thighs wide open so he can continue his dirty work. 

He’s groaning into you, earning just as much pleasure from this as you are. His gaze is penetrating, not leaving your face as you squirm beneath him. It’s undeniably magnetic, captivating, and as much as you want to throw your head back and avert your gaze, you can’t. He’s locked onto you with unyielding intensity, and you reciprocate, staring down at him, face red and mouth hanging slack as you pant. He looks unbelievably good like this, natural, even, as if his face was always meant to be slotted between your quivering legs.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he presses, his low voice clear as day even as it’s hungrily suckling on your clit. 

You’re astounded by his ability, his gifted mouth,  and then you remember, 

“Th-The three-sword-style pays off, huh?” you tease, words shaky as you feel your orgasm rapidly approaching.

“You tell me,” he replies smugly, slowly shaking his head back and forth to treat your clit with more stimulation, "Does it?"

“Fuck!” you cry out, relinquishing control, allowing your orgasm to take the reigns, washing over you with such intensity it feels as though you’re levitating. 

Your veins tingle beneath your skin, and you tremble, gushing onto the swordsman’s skillful tongue, earning a low grown from him. 

“Mm, fuck,” he growls, continuing to lap at your pulsating sex, overstimulating you beyond belief. 

You’re twitching and gasping for air, legs snapping shut around Zoro’s head as he slurps up all that you’ve given him. 

He leans up, chin coated in your essence, a confident grin spreading across his face as he revels in his sense of accomplishment.

He rises to his feet, making your chin tilt upwards as you stalk his movements. 

His scarred chest heaves up and down as he gazes down at you, attempting to catch his breath, too. 

In an instant, his stong hands are at the waistband of his pants, working diligently to remove the fabric. He slides them down his tanned, muscular thighs, stepping out of the article of clothing  and kicking it to the side. 

His eye never leaves your face as he begins to pulls down his boxers; he wants to observe your face as he reveals himself to you, to catch every reaction and relish in each one. 

Your eyes widen as his cock springs free; your face abandoning your desires to remain nonchalant. You knew he’d be big, but fuck, he’s far bigger than you thought, and you struggle to imagine how all of him was going to fit inside you. 

He advances forwards, hands falling at either sides of your head as he holds himself above you. 

You suddenly feel very small as he cages you in like a predator does its prey; his big, strong arms tensing as he hovers over you. 

Your pupils are wide and lust-blown as you look up longingly at the strong man above you. 

Your gaze is telling enough, and he smirks, bringing a hand down to grip his cock. 

He slowly begins rubbing his tan, weeping tip against your slick folds, causing his bottom lip to tuck between his teeth as he groans. 

He’s unbelievably sensitive and uncharacteristically nervous, determined to love you adequately, to give you what you deserve. 

“Just tell me if it’s too much, okay?” he rasps out, abandoning his tough-guy persona to gift you with the reassurance he knew you so desperately needed. 

You nod, smiling sweetly at this foreign kindness. 

With your approval, he begins pressing in. The stretch is evident and you it makes you whine, instinctively reaching up to dig your fingers into his muscular back. 

His good eye is half-lidded as he gazes downwards to watch himself enter you, hissing at the feeling of your tight opening accepting the blunt tip of his thick cock. “I’ve got ya,” he assures you as he continues. 

“M-mm, Zoro!” you whine out, throwing your head back and shutting your eyes tightly. 

It feels like he’s splitting you in half as he inches his way inside you, but you feel safe underneath this burly man, regardless of the pain. 

Eventually, through tears in your eyes and nails down his back, he bottoms out, groaning at the sensation of his twitching cock being fully engufled by you. 

His hand returns to its place by your head, and he leans down, planting a strong, passionate kiss to your open, panting mouth. 

His kisses trail from your lips to your cheek, to your ear, “Tell me when you’re ready,” he rasps. 

You stay still for a moment, allowing your body to acclimate to the intense feeling of Zoro’s big cock stuffing you full. 

You lean up to kiss him, tongues dancing together for a moment before you pull away again, looking up at him with big, needy eyes. 

Even though your eyes spoke volumes, conveying everything without a single word, you spoke nonetheless,

“I’m ready, Zoro.” 

With your permission, he begins, bringing his strong, able hips back to thrust into you. 

“Fuck,” you whine at the sensation. You could feel him in your stomach, stretching out your insides, and although there was an underscore of pain, it was overtaken by something greater, pleasure. 

“Sh-Shit, y/n,” the swordsman groans, “You’re so fucking tight.” 

He begins thrusting in and out of you, leaning down to latch onto one of your hardened nipples. 

Your body jolts beneath him as he moves; the feeling of his thick cock sliding in and out of your tight walls was an overwhelming feeling that had euphoria seeping from your skin and your brain swiveling in your skull. 

“Oh, Zoro,” you whine, wrapping your legs around his waist, fingers still gripping onto his back tightly. 

“Fuck, I love feeling you open up for me, y/n,” he groans against your breast, picking up the pace in response to your heels desperately digging into his lower back. 

“This what you want?” he smirks, leaning up to watch himself disappear into you over and over again. 

“Y-Yes, Zoro!’ you mewl out, “P-Please harder!”

You had pleasure in your sight and you were chasing it hungrily; Zoro’s talented hips aiding your eager pursuit. 

“Fuck, Y/n,” he groans as he gazes down at your trembling form, “As you wish,” 

He begins thrusting harder, faster, making heat pool in your head as your mouth hangs slack, moaning loudly and without care.

You already feel yourself going dumb on his gifted cock, screwing your eyes shut as you allow pleasure to overtake your body. 

The moment your eyes shut, he stops, making them shoot open again to give him a needy stare. 

“Z-Zoro,” you whine, pressing your heels harder into his back, praying he gets the message, “W-Why did you stop, Zoro? P-Please,” you whine.

He remains still, determined to teach you a lesson, “Keep your eyes on me, y/n,” he groans, his voice is strict and authoritative, but still riddled with ecstasy, “In fact,” he begins, moving a strong hand up to grasp your hair, tugging firmly on the strands to force your gaze downwards, making you whimper. “Watch it.” 

He begins moving again, blush dancing across your sweaty cheeks as you watch Zoro’s big cock move in and out of your tight folds. 

“W-Wow,” you moan out, keeping your eyes on the spot where your bodies meet. 

“Yeah?” he moans, “Nice isn’t it?”

“M-mhmm,” you whimper in agreement, letting your mouth fall open as blissful moans escape from it. 

He starts thrusting hard again, gritting his teeth as he watches, too.

Your combined moans barely mask the lewd sounds of your sloppy cunt and your skin slapping together. Zoro’s still got your hair gripped tightly in his hand as he fucks you hard, his weighty balls slapping against your cunt each time he enters. 

You feel a coil tightening in your core, tingly and ready to snap at any moment. Heat rushes to your head and your limbs feel numb as you chase your orgasm; it’s fast-approaching and you’re insatiable. 

“I-I’m so close, Zoro!” you cry out desperately, and he groans, his cock twitching as he fucks you through it.

He relinquishes the hold on your hair as he thrusts into you mercilessly; confident you’ll keep your eyes where he instructed. 

“Z-Zoro,” you whine, looking up at him, you’re expecting him to still be looking down at your parts, but he’s not, he’s looking at your face. 

His heart pounds, blood pumping through his veins with both anticipation and trepidation as he stumbles over the sentence in his head. The weight of his emotions feels palpable on his tongue as he relinquishes control over the words that had been lingering on the tip for far too long. 

“Y/n,” he whines, a new noise, uncharacteristically needy and riddled with something greater than lust. 

The pace of his hips never falters as he confesses, the admission spilling from his lips with sincerity and spontaneity, as if it was always meant to be spoken, 

“I-I love you, y/n” he leans down, lips dry from breathing heavily as he kisses you,

 “I fucking love you.” 

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

༉‧₊˚✧ woohoo! this is my first full-length fic about a character other than law! ༉‧₊˚✧

i love zoro so very much, and have fallen for him even more while writing this! ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚

i hope i did him justice! ⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

& this is for my bff @bby-deerling so i needed it to be amazing ♡︎

[2soulscollide]

Write your book STEP BY STEP

hello hello, it's me again!

today i'm bringing you a step-by-step / checklist to finally get your book done. i know it can be a bit complicated to put everything together to make your idea come to life (you're definitely not alone!)

that's why i compiled some tips and made this post, in hopes to help some author out there :D

let's get started.

PREMISE

assuming you already have a good idea in mind, you should start by writing a premise. to help you with that, try to answer these questions:

who is the main character?

what are their goals?

which troubles will they face / what's stopping them from achieving their goals?

do they have an opponent? if so, who?

now that you know the answers to these questions, it's time to write the premise. the premise consists in a sentence that summarizes your whole idea.

PLOT OUTLINE

there are infinite ways to plot your story. you can do it by writing down ideas and linking them together, following a scheme, or any other method.

the most common plot outlines are these:

synopsis outline: one to two pages, where you hit all the major beats of the story

in-depth outline: outline each chapter/scene

snowflake method: develop the premise into a bigger paragraph, and that paragraph into a page (etc.) until you have the whole outline of your story

booken method: plot the start and end of the story, and the main characters

the novel factory created plot sheets for free, and you can choose from eight different templates. you might want to check it out!

KNOW YOUR CHARACTERS

having your outline defined, you should start developing your characters now. the main character's profile might be more detailed than the others, however, it's up to you. there are many character sheets out there on the internet that will help you create flawless characters.

i have a post with resources that might be helpful when creating a character, check it out!

and here you have some prompts and sheets to create a character:

Quick Character Creator - EA Deverell

Extremely detailed character sheet template - @hawkasss

The Best Character Template Ever - Dabble

Character Twenty Questions Worksheet - The Writers Circle

at this point, you should also define the narrator's voice, tone, etc, as well as the pace of your novel.

LOCATIONS

define the principal locations of your story, the settings, and where the story is taking place. it's important to know how the environment looks, and how your characters feel about it.

for this part, you might find it useful to do some research about some locations, if you're not familiar with them. find inspiration on Pinterest, Tumblr, or even on books, paintings, and art. everything is valid.

if your story takes place in a fantasy environment, you might need to fill out a template to create it or write down the way you imagine it to be. try to get as many details as possible, so there are no holes when developing the novel.

SUBPLOTS

you might want to give more depth to your novel by developing a subplot (or more than one). make sure it doesn't get too confusing or that doesn't take the focus away from the main action.

the subplot can be a romance, another character's relationship, a character's arc, a backstory, etc. this will make your story more real and 3D, more realistic.

develop it as a side story and mix it with the principal plot but don't make it as important as the main story, otherwise, none of the plots will make an impact.

SYNOPSIS

write a synopsis as long as you wish, covering every important part of the story. this will help you to really know your idea, and have a solid structure for it. it can range from 500 to 2,500 words, but you don't have to restrict yourself to a number.

things the synopsis should cover:

the status quo

the complication

initial challenges

midpoint

further challenges

the low point

the climax

the resolution

DRAFT

and we get to the best part which is writing! now that you know everything about your story, characters, locations, and scenes, all you have to do is to put all that together in words. don't feel pressured to make everything look perfect already, just write what comes to your mind. if you have a new idea for the plot, good, write it down! if this character doesn't make sense anymore, okay, get rid of them. just go with the flow, following the structure you've planned, and everything starts to come to life.

i know it's so tempting to go back, read what you wrote, and start editing and polishing, but trust me, don't do that! it's a waste of time, and you will take so much more time to finish your first draft. in fact, i've given up on so many stories because of that...

just when you finish the first draft, you will re-read everything and start editing, fixing plot holes, changing what doesn't fit well, etc. but for now, just write, get the first draft done. enjoy the process, don't rush.

thanks for reading!

i hope this post was helpful!

also, you might be interested in this free workbook with over 90 pages and many exercises! check it out here: THE WRITER'S WORKBOOK

resources for this post:

How to Choose a Plot Outline Method: 4 Techniques for Outlining Novels

How to Write a Novel: A Step-by-Step Guide

[chronically-ghosted]

lover, share your road

AO3 Link

rating: explicit 18+

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: 1931. North Texas. An ecological apocalypse has turned the countryside into a skeletal wasteland and its survivors into hungry, desperate creatures. You and Ellie cross Joel's path by accident and agree to a relationship that is mutually beneficial – a rare thing in times like these. But, in a paradise at the edge of the world, as the rot of the world sinks its teeth in, you and Joel find yourselves relying on each other for sentiments you both believed to be long dead.

major tags: idiots in love, sharing a bed, praise kink, a pining vibe, a happy ending, minor age gap (10 years at most), AU no outbreak, food scarcity, mentions of suicide and depression, panic attacks, depictions of a sick child, love as a metaphor for a kind of sustenance and fertility, eventual smut, some horror elements, a first degree slow burn, and finally present to you the most sacred tag of all: dust bowl daddy

a/n: this is the result of my 500 follower challenge where you all voted for the character, pairing, trope, kink, vibe and ending. what a fantastic year last year was and i'm so excited that this is my first fic of 2024! thank you for your patience while i got this beast out the door!🤍i could not have done this without the support of @ravensmadreads and @perotovar! It was recently Raven's birthday so please, for me, send her a happy birthday note! thank you to @saradika-graphics for the dividers!

prologue: between the earth and sky part i: go west, to the southern plains, go west to breathe part ii: part iii:

Playlist

History of the American Dust Bowl

Sources

[its3nvy]

Hello I was wondering if you could do a billy bonney hc on cuddling with him.

Billy the Kid cuddling hc's

Note : I'm so obsessed with this man, send help pls

word count: 500

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Billy was all about that elaborate sweet talk, weaving the cutest, most endearing words into your ear, making you blush and playfully roll your eyes—all of which you secretly loved.

His favorite thing was waking up in the morning with you in his arms. As the sun filtered through the window, he'd hold you a little tighter, savoring the warmth and the moment before the challenges of the day began.

Random kisses were his trademark. Neck, forehead, back of the hand, shoulders, cheeks, nose—everywhere. It was his way of expressing affection in simple, unexpected ways.

Being the big spoon was his favorite position. Feeling you all bundled up in his arms, pressed snugly against his chest, gave him a sense of security. It was like he could shield you from everything, even if he knew you were perfectly capable of handling things on your own. But in those moments, it was his way of offering a little extra comfort.

He loved touching you—tracing the lines of your face, combing his hand through your hair—every caress a silent declaration of his affection. 

Billy had this natural calm energy about him, and whenever you were with him, especially during cuddle sessions, his calming aura just rubbed off on you. His presence had a magical way of soothing your troubles, whether you were upset, angry, or just had a rough day.

On days when guilt about his mom and brother weighed heavily on Billy, he'd bury his face in your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist. Holding him tightly, you'd assure him that you were there to take away his sadness, and he'd respond with a soft smile, finding comfort in your embrace.

Tangled legs were a must when cuddling with Billy. If not, he'd instantly throw his legs over yours, claiming that it was the only way he ever got truly comfortable.

Serious, deep talks were inevitable during cuddle sessions with Billy. He was an open book with you, trusting you with his life. He never pressured you to discuss anything you weren't comfortable with, and he was equally game for lighthearted talks, cherishing every moment spent in your company.

Even when asleep, Billy stayed connected. If you shifted during the night, there was always an arm searching for that reassuring touch. The man couldn't sleep well without feeling you close.

Your fingers tracing the muscles of his arms or the veins sent shivers of delight through Billy. It was a simple act that soothed him, a tactile reassurance of your connection.

Both of you were obsessed with listening to each other's heartbeats. Falling asleep with one of your heads on the other's chest became a nightly ritual, a symphony of heartbeats lulling you into peaceful slumber. It was a shared intimacy that deepened your bond.

Billy loved it when you played with his hair. The hums of appreciation and the subtle smiles were proof that he cherished the simple act of you running your fingers through his curls.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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