#TYY again<33

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

How about 20 and 25 for Georgie, and 7, 30, and B for the twins!

Tyy!!! these are all so fun!! my awnsers got Looong so the rest are under teh read more<33

Georgie:

20, If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Hmm. romantic as just a slightly different flavor of platonic, and familial as something stronger in some ways than both, familial is choosing to stay with someone through everything, where as most friends and lovers, however strong the feelings, are people who can fade in and out of your life. him being adopted causes this take on familial, and his calm approach to life & love shapes the others.

25, What are their thoughts on marriage?

Happily married to the love of his life Sosiel!! longer answer, he sees it as an extra step to show the bond you and a partner have, but doesn't see it as nessasery or an end goal, just one of the ways of pledging your love for someone [and throwing a big party!]

7, What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

Celia: Most often? her close friends, but in general shes a very nostalgic person, constantly following threads of recognition back to the past, distracting herself from the constant threat of her situation in the warmth of the past, in the reassurance that shes made it through past struggles, she can make it through these, as well as reminding her what and who shes fighting for. she enjoys the feeling most of the time, and even recalling the horrors of the past can be reassuring to her.

Cecio: hmm. Wotr: everything? there is very little he cannot link back to Celia in his mind, to how she was when he was younger and how he thinks of her now. its less self soothing than Celia's nostalgia, and could be seen as self harm in a way, by constantly think of her and his complicated relationship with her. its not very healthy, but he morbidly enjoys the feeling sometimes.

30, Who do they most regret meeting?

Celia: Hmm. there is no one person that ruined or changed the course of Celia's life like Cecio, it was more of a butterfly effect over time. on one hand she regrets meeting her freind's and her part in dragging them further into the cycle of violence, but on the other she knows they had slim chances of surviving without her. I will say Polpo, even though she technically never met him as it was the lighter test & his stand puncturing her with the arrow that pushed her and her friends into a higher level of crime and violence, and her powerful stand meaning she would not be allowed to escape Passiones grasp.

Cecio: OOH. this is so good ill have to answer this both ways<3

wotr: his father, or the servant that took him to meet his father. if he had not met them, he would have stayed with Celia, stayed home. if he ever lest himself think about it, he would like to join the hellknights after her and eventually be able to fight side by side with her on the battlefield as an equal

jjba: the man who persuaded him to go undercover as a plant in the police force. while his urge to help his sister was preyed upon, and he is the only person other than Elena to have a genuine chance to escape the cycle, and he threw it away. then Passione didn't care about Celia's little brother, but by the time Rametto was 16, he had no other path than to take the test, which made Cecio feel guilt and regret over throwing his chance away. he would have been a defense lawyer, working to defend the people of his community, he had the grades and charm.

B, What inspired you to create them?

Celia i've already answered here but ill put myself on blast with Cecio.

Haurchefant Greystone. its so weird saying to now bc they are so completely different, but one fic i read made the very interesting choice to make his relationship with his father strained [in an au where he survived] and it was so fascinating to me!

i then pulled my dragoon oc and made her his half sister, someone left behind when Haurchefant was taken in by his father, and then combined it with him getting mistreated by his stepmother, leaving Celia to work to fund his knight training, as well as use the only method of social mobility she had, becoming a dragoon and attempting to become the azure dragoon. she fucking hates estinian and tries to kill him several times in her attempt to become the azure dragoon. yes im still anooyed by him from the drg job quests. i love him but i show it by throwing him on a cliff

silver hair and being a bastard son is what little remains, but i do imagine Cecio's friendly act, especially in pre-game in wotr is very similar to how Haurchefant acts.

[thedeadthree]

HEHEHEHE 🥀💌☺️🥴

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hi love your writing! I was wondering if I can request a steamy shower sex drabble with Miguel

(I swear this fictional man is going to be the death of me) ❤️🤭

hii!! tyy!! :( I got u 😌 thanks for requesting, hope you like it 💌

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SHOWER HOUR

miguel o’hara x fem!reader

word count: 369 (sorry, it's more of a blurb, than drabble)

warnings: 18+ only !! sexually explicit content (p in v, implied oral, word porn) think that’s it?? mdni

✧.┊ MASTERLIST

Slow Sunday mornings with Miguel would always be your favourite, snuggled up in his big, burly arms, sheets draped over your bare bodies as the late morning sun crept through the blinds.

It was always a struggle to leave his embrace in the morning, and the only way to get out of bed would be the compromise of sharing a shower- one that would inevitably lead to sex.

Which brings you to now, your back splayed against the cold, wet tiles, caged in his hold once more as he winds his hips up into you, his thick cock stuffed deep inside you, repeatedly hitting all your gummy sensitive spots.

His broad back shields the running water from you, pumping into your pretty pussy as he pins you against the wall, your weight balanced upon his thick thighs.

He's everywhere- all over you. Fingers tangling in your hair, tongue on your throat, meaty dick buried far inside you, as if he knows all your pleasure spots, skillfully prodding at them all at once. Coaxing out his favourite sounds from you- your strangled cries and whimpers, whiney mutter-like noises about how good he's making you feel. It was all like music to his ears, like air to his ego - everything fueling his deep-rooted need for you. 

"So perfect," he whispers into your dampened skin, a stifled moan catching in his throat when he feels your cunt tighten, your body instinctively responding to his praise. "Yeah, just like that. Do it again."

You do as told, your walls choking his fat cock, clamping and releasing him in a steady rhythm that matches his sloppy thrusts, all of it causing desperate pleas to slip past each of your mouths, moans muffled together under the cascading water.

He wouldn't stop until his legs gave out, pumping his thick, swollen cock into you, drawing out orgasm after orgasm, or until you simply couldn't take anymore. And even then, he'd have difficulty dragging himself from the gooey warm spot between your thighs, instead choosing to reward you with his face buried in your pussy, sucking at your severely sensitive clit till you're pushing his head away. Begging to taste his pretty girl one last time. <33 !!

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[ningvory]

i just randomly stumbled upon ur blog and i wanted to let u know ur writing is SO good 😵‍💫😵‍💫 do u have any thoughts on g!p ning?

TYY SM ANNONIEEE 🥹🥹🫶🫶

parings: g!p ningning x fem!reader

synopsis: ningning just can’t get enough of you! fucking you in the maid outfit she bought you and fucking you with her fuck machine while she’s fucking your ass!

warnings: anal, use of plugs, you’re basically ningyi’s cute lil cum dump, fuck machine, free use, ningyi double stuffs you, overstimulation, ningyi fucks you dumb! <33

now hear me out..most ppl see her as a cute lil sub but i honestly think she’s a switch, maybe a lil dom when she feels like it, a very kinky one at that!! i feel like she would be into free use with you, making you wear a skimpy black and baby pink maid outfit she had bought for you to wear around the house with of course no panty or bra on, allowing her access to you whenever she wanted to fuck you!

you would be in the kitchen, cleaning up after you had cooked for you two. but she suddenly pushed you against the the kitchen counter top, raising your maid skirt up and pushing her thick ass cock into you and thrusting into you hard.

“you look so pretty, baby i just couldn’t help it!” ningning squealed out, hands holding you in place as she pumped her cock into you aggressively until she made the both of you cum.

i feel like she would cum a lot! her sticky seed would paint all of your insides white and some of it seeping out of you while she was still inside! she would push a clear plug into your cunt to keep you stuffed full of her cum saying how she just wants to keep you warm as she collected her cum that was seeping out onto her fingers, as shoving them into your mouth, making you lick them clean.

she would definitely own a fuck machine! she would tie you up on the bench infront of the machine, rendering you unable to move as she turned on the machine putting it on its highest setting making you cry out begging her to slow the machine down :(

but oh ningning couldn’t care less about your whining, she was too busy stroking herself off and watching her clear 13 inched dildo go in and out of you in a quick pase, watching how you would cum all over the dildo repeatedly. she would jerk herself off until she came with a long whine.

“ningyi- please! please- g’na cum again!” you told her, eyes rolling back and body shaking, cumming once more.

ningning walked over to you, lowering the tempo of the machine, raising your hips up to align her cock up with your ass. she would push her cock into your ass with a high-pitched moan from how tight your ass was around her cock, she felt like she was in heaven! hips ruthlessly pounding into you, ass smacking against her pelvis as you let out moans you had to force out of you. you were so overwhelmed from all your previous orgasms and now ningning was fucking you in your ass had you squiring all over the dildo with a silent moan.

ningning’s thrusts were so brutal, she was gripping onto your waist so hard it would definitely leave a mark, pushing her cock into your ass right after the dildo slightly came out of your cunt until she shot her seed into you, filling up your ass with her cum! she would grab the pink butt plug she had, plugging your ass up with it and turning the machine off.

“you can give me one more, right baby?” ningning asked you, untying you and turning you on your back, making you look down at her still hard cock. you would feel so bad you just had to say yes!! :( dumbly nodding your head and letting her overstimulate your jittering cunt and stuffing your cunt full of her seed and plugging you up!! <33

[lvndrdaaze]

OMG HI MY FAVORITE TUMBLR CREATOR I have an idea >>:D WHAT IFF Your favorite Genshin Men (Diluc) come home extremely late ((2:00 am late)) and you are MAD. So- after you express how you feel (NICELY OFCCC❤️❤️) they feel so bad that they spoil you ROTTEN. Anddd if you doo— then uhh I'll sing... SWAY BY MICHAEL BUBLÉ!!!

(Honestly— Micheal Bublé reminds me so much of Diluc idk why) ALSO TYY FOR TGD WRIOTHESLEY ALPHABET!!!

——🎵🎶🎼Anon (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

aaaaaaaa i'm sorry this took so long to get out (つ﹏⊂) i hope you like it!! i put my whole pussy into this one just for you <33

(also i've never thought about it but now that you mention it...yeah diluc does give michael bublé vibes ._. and now i'll never un-notice it)

Warnings: SMUT, includes use of 'pussy' and 'cunt', light hurt/comfort, crying, insecurities, oral (f!receiving), p in v, missionary, mating press, breeding kink (if you squint), biting, squirting

(fem!reader, NSFW so no minors!!)

Wc: 2.6k

The Dawn Winery was always quiet at this time of night, though you weren't usually awake to notice it. With the maids asleep and all other business concluded for the day, the only sounds in the manor's entrance hall were the crackling of the fire and the rush of blood in your ears.

Diluc was out again, fulfilling his self-imposed duties as he did every night.

Not once had you ever complained, knowing that the Darknight Hero was something of a coping mechanism for Diluc, but tonight, something about the quiet of the manor caused all of that repressed loneliness to well up from deep within your bones, streaming out in sorrowful trickles from where it had been locked away for so long.

You sat at one end of the sofa, staring into the fire. It reminded you so much of him, not only for the obvious reason of his pyro vision, but because of the burning intensity of it. Once, he would have been beside you, red eyes crackling with that same passion that few others recognised in him, hands exploring your skin like a new world made just for him.

But now, you were alone. All you wanted was for him to come home and take up the other seat, to take his place beside you and stay for a while. There were no doubts in your mind as to his adoration for you, you saw it anytime he spent so much as a few moments by your side. It was his dedication to protecting the city that drew him away from you, forcing more and more distance between the both of you.

If only his feelings of guilt weren't so much stronger than his love for you.

When the door to the Winery suddenly swung open, you were startled out of your reverie. Shooting a glance over your shoulder to watch him enter, you read the exhaustion written in every movement he made like a story you had read a million times before. His claymore was propped against the wall and his coat hung on the rack before he noticed you sitting there.

As soon as he did, his eyebrows furrowed. Even with such a look of concern, it felt good to have his eyes on you once again.

"Love?" He called out to you, consternation tinging his low voice. "What are you still doing up?"

How could you answer that? The truth, that you had been aching for him to return and spare you even a single glance, would only weigh him down further. The worst thing you felt you could possibly be in this moment was a burden to him; that would only push him further away.

"Just couldn't sleep." You lied easily, giving him what you hoped was a convincingly relaxed smile.

However, Diluc's frown only grew deeper.

"Love…you're crying." He pointed out gently, not yet moving from his spot in front of the sturdy wooden doors.

With a swipe of your fingers across your cheek, you found that he was right. They came away wet, glistening in the warm firelight.

"Oh…" You hadn't even noticed them until now, but suddenly, your lip trembled with the emotions just barely being held back. "It's nothing, don't worry about it."

But your placating words only seemed to make him worry more. In an instant, he had crossed the room, kneeling before you and cupping your damp cheeks in his hands with a troubled look in his eyes.

"Please don't lie to me." He requested quietly. His thumbs swiped delicate lines beneath your eyes, clearing the tears that collected there.

His intense gaze was filled with such deep concern, such apparent care, it felt impossible to hide your feelings from him any longer, despite not wanting to cause him any more strain.

With a light sniffle, you dropped your gaze from his to your lap, staring down at your fidgeting fingers as they twisted around each other fretfully.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to trouble you, I just…"

Your words faltered, and tears clouded your vision once again, streaming down your cheeks in hot rivulets. Diluc stroked your skin soothingly, waiting patiently for your words.

"I miss you, Luc." Your voice was barely above a whisper. "You've been so busy recently, and I don't want to take up your time when you've got so much on your plate already, but I just feel so…lonely."

The air was still for a few seconds after your admission, until you chanced a look up at his face. His expression was stormy, clouded with irritation, causing your stomach to drop. Of course, you were demanding too much of the man who already had so many people depending on him. With a shake of your head, you pulled away from his gentle touch.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to be a burden. I'll be fi-."

"No." Diluc cut you off with a firm shake of his head, taking your hands into his with the utmost conviction. "Don't apologise. Never apologise for taking up my time."

Your lip quivered once again, the vehement tone of his voice only making your guilt feel that much stronger. Of course, Diluc would be understanding. Why had you even tried to hide your feelings in the first place?

"No matter how busy I am, you are always my priority. I apologise for failing to show you that, my love." He spoke in a low voice.

One hand released yours as he wiped the tears from your eyes again, tilting your gaze up to meet his fiercely passionate one.

"Allow me to make it up to you, love." He murmured in a voice so gentle the steady crackle of the fireplace almost drowned it out.

His gaze was heavy on your rapidly easing expression as he approached slowly and grazed his lips over yours faintly. The aching tenderness of his mouth, the smoky scent clinging to his clothes, the warmth of his body so close yet so far, everything about the moment was so overwhelming. A soft whimper escaped you as he coaxed you into a careful kiss, easing your sadness with every reassuring brush of his lips against yours.

In your desperation to prolong the feeling, your hands gripped his shirt tightly, wrinkling the fine material in your fists. With his gloved hand cradling your jaw, he tipped your head back just slightly, providing him a better angle to glide his hot tongue against your lips as he deepened the kiss.

His free hand came down to rest on your thigh, skimming over the shape of your leg beneath your dress in a way that made you tremble with barely repressed want. Diluc noticed the shiver that ran up your spine at that slightest touch, and with a low rumble from deep within his chest, his wandering hand groped more firmly at the plushness of your thighs and his tongue tangled with yours in a display of his own growing need.

Your heart was racing faster than you thought was possible, the sound of blood rushing in your ears all you could hear. No thoughts made their way past the overwhelming feelings he caused to blossom within you. Eager fingers found their way to his nape, tugging the hair tie from his hair and threading through the fiery red locks. Diluc let out a groan at the feeling, and in an instant, his arms were looping under your thighs, scooping you off the sofa easily.

"Apologies, my love, I had not realised just how long it had been." He murmured, pressing one last kiss to your lips before heading towards the stairs with you in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist tightly.

"Allow me to make this right, yes?"

The heat in the bedroom was sweltering, radiating from where the both of you laid together for the first time in several days. Your clothes had been long since discarded, and your shivering body was coated in a thin sheen of sweat.

Diluc laid between your legs, sweat gluing a few red strands to his forehead in a way that was almost lewd on its own from your vantage point among the luscious pillows of his bed. Strong hands pinned your quivering thighs to the bed insistently, preventing you from closing them whilst his tongue explored your folds as though it were the first time he had ever done it.

Archons knows how many orgasms he had pulled from you so far; your throat ached with every keen and whimper you let out, and dull heat throbbed in your stomach with every dip of his tongue into your wet entrance as yet another high approached steadily.

Diluc's eyes were clouded with a lustful haze as he paid attention to every reaction you made and the lower portion of his face glimmered wetly with your slick, but he showed no signs of stopping yet. Even by tugging on his loose hair, you were unable to draw his lips away from your aching cunt- in fact, the action only spurred him on, drawing deep rumbles from his chest in response to the sharp sensation in his scalp.

"Luc, please…" you whined, though you weren't certain what it was that you were pleading for. The stimulation was too much, the thought of another orgasm overwhelming, but the idea of him retracting his tongue was even worse.

"Shhh…just one more, love." He mumbled huskily, his eyes slipping shut in contentment.

His lips lowered to your entrance, lapping up the essence of your arousal whilst his nose nudged against your clit, sending electric waves up your spine. Wetness soaked the sheets beneath your hips, and the fine silk was rumpled messily from your writhing.

Wet sounds filled the room as Diluc slurped obscenely on your pussy, every action he made undignified and animalistic with his need to taste you, to feel the way your walls clamped around his tongue as though desperate to keep him there forever.

He dragged the hot muscle of his tongue against your core slowly, swirling around your clit once, twice, then fusing his lips around the bud and sucking. Your back arched and your eyes clenched shut, a clamorous wail tearing through you at the same time as your pleasure peaked, every muscle in your body spasming in euphoria as another orgasm crashed over you. The whole room seemed to fade away, until all that was left was Diluc's mouth, working you determinedly through the peak of your pleasure.

The sensation was so intense, it took several seconds for you to come down. His lips withdrew, peppering light kisses along your inner thighs until your eyes had fluttered open again, searching for him blearily in the darkness.

He appeared almost smug, smiling contentedly as he kissed his way back up your body, lathing his tongue over marks that he had left on his way down. He worked slowly, his hands sliding up your sides and coming to fondle your breasts greedily, rolling your nipples between his fingers whilst he ran his sinful tongue over your damp skin.

By the time he reached your lips, you were whining and bucking against the mattress once again, still not quite satiated after all of the pleasure he had given you. Lying atop you like this, his cock pulsed with need between your bodies, and the slight twitch of him was all it took to get you going again.

"Do you think you can handle one more?" He murmured against your lips, his hips rocking against your stomach, staining your skin with pearls of precum.

"Yes, gods, yes. Please, Luc, need to feel you." Your words came out as desperate sobs, and he breathed a shaky exhale as he leaned his weight onto his elbows above your shaking body.

"Archons…" Diluc whispered, his head dipping into the crook of your neck to nibble softly at the skin there. "You are simply irresistible."

Quickly, he aligned himself with your entrance, running the warm head of his cock through your folds to collect the combination of your juices and his saliva, before pressing it against your tight hole with a groan.

The stretch of him, so thick and hard as he pushed his way into your cunt, was almost more than you could handle this soon after such an intense orgasm. His pelvis ground up against your clit when he bottomed out, stuffing you full with his aching cock whilst you cried out for him.

He held himself there for a few moments, short, gasping breaths leaving his parted lips as he steadied himself. The lushness of your walls wrapped around him was too delicious to be over so soon.

"I promise, I'll never leave you alone again." He whispered, fixing his gaze on your cock-drunk expression as he delivered one slow thrust into your heat.

"I'll keep you satisfied from now on, my love. Never going to let you go without my touch again. I'll dedicate my whole life to you, okay? You'll never be lonely again, I swear."

Diluc was babbling unconsciously with every thrust he gave, all sweet words and promises in a deep, velvety voice that pushed you further into those blissful feelings.

All you could do was moan and sob incoherently in response, tears of ecstasy wetting your lashes as the shivers running up and down your spine grew more and more violent, wracking through your body in tremorous waves in time with every wet slap of his hips against yours.

Strong hands found their way under your hips, lifting them off the mattress slightly so that he could press your thighs upwards and practically fold you in half against the mattress. The tip of his cock reached even deeper inside you in this new position, and your walls pulsed around him in response to the intense sensations.

"Archons, you feel too good…" He moaned, leaning down to lathe the sensitive skin of your neck in hot, sloppy kisses that were so unlike the tender way he usually kissed you. "Gonna cum for me again, love?"

Frantically, you nodded. The invisible string in your stomach tightened until your entire body felt like a piece of elastic ready to snap as his pace only grew more animalistic. White blind spots began to grow in your vision with every invasion of his thick length into your aching hole, and your symphony of moans were surely waking up the maids on the other side of the mansion by now.

"Gonna fill you up, my love. Gonna cum so deep, you'll always have me in you." Diluc growled. His pace was faltering, each drag of his cock inside you losing their rhythm but gaining strength in his wild desperation.

Your responding whine was music to his ears, and he panted hot breaths against the sweat-slick skin of your throat.

"Luc, 'm gonna cum-" Your words came out slurred, as though drunk on the pleasure. Even your eyes could hardly stay open, so overwhelmed with extraordinary pleasure that every muscle inn your body seemed to be clenched tight.

"Me too, fuck- cum for me, darling. Let me feel you, need to feel you." He groaned, sinking his teeth into the column of your throat. "Cum for me, and I'll give you everything."

That was all it took to send you crashing over the edge into impossible pleasure. Your back arched and a loud scream of ecstasy tore out of your throat. Wetness coated his stomach as you squirted with the force of it, finally pushing him over the edge until he was crashing down to his own climax. Diluc let out a loud moan at the same time as yours, and your synchronised cries of pleasure filled the once silent Winery with the sound of your devotion.

[arlerts-angel]

(i might have already asked this but it wasn’t worded right) Can u plssss make an Armin fic where he gets tired of seeing reader getting injured from fighting titans so he breeds them so they have to stay at home n like don’t get hurt🤯 pls and tyy <33

a/n: this is literally canon armin behavior and i'm obsessed 🤩 i apologize for how long this took & for the shortness of it, but i hope you enjoy regardless! 🩷

warnings: canonverse | fem reader | physically ambiguous reader | established relationship | brief mention of injuries | heavy smut | pet names: angel, love | penetrative sex (piv) | heavy breeding kink | aftercare + fluffy ending

"mmm-! armin-!" you mewl as he slams his hips into you.

"quiet, angel. don't want anyone to hear us," he pants, "and i won't stop 'til i'm sure you're pregnant." he grunts, talking in rhythm with his cock pumping in and out of your overstimulated cunt. "can't keep letting you get hurt... and you never listen to me, ngh, you're always over-exerting yourself so this is the only way." he grunts again.

"armin please-!" you gasp as his tip kisses the sweet spot inside you.

"please what? hm? i thought i asked you to be quiet, angel." he hisses while his fingers rub your clit quickly.

"m close," you whine, "n want your babies!"

"mmm fuck," he moans as his eyes roll back, "yeah? don't worry... i'm gonna fill you up angel. you're gonna look so beautiful carrying my babies." he lifts you up slightly by your hips to fuck you deeper and harder. "ready for my cum?"

you nod eagerly and moan, too cockdrunk to respond. he hammers the tip of his cock as deep into you as possible while circling your clit, then shoots his sticky, warm cum into you as you both reach your climax.

"nice and full now, like you should be." he smiles and rubs your belly, then kisses your head. "how are you feeling? you okay, love?"

"pregnant already." you giggle as you come down from your orgasm.

"that's what i wanna hear. i'll go run us a bath, 'kay?" he asks rhetorically. "but before i go, i want you to know that i mean it... about no more going out with the survey corps. i can't lose you..." he pauses briefly. "i love you, you know that, right?"

you smile at him while your chest heaves.

"i know. i love you, too."

he smiles back and pats your leg lovingly. "alright, bath time."

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[lucy-gray1075]

Finnick comforting reader when she is on her period?

I love your work so much<33

Tomorrow Never Came

tyy love!!

context: Finnick and reader are fellow tributes from four who are both currently at the Capitol cause they were Reaped for the Games.

a/n: Yes, Finnick nicknames reader ace lol. I've been binging s5 and 6 of Gilmore Girls and Finnick is so Logan coded <3

౨ৎ･ﾟ:*

"Ughhh!" You hated being dramatic, but you hated things not going your way even more. "Stupid blanket!"

You let out another prolonged groan when it once again slid off your legs and onto the floor. It was a blanket for God's sake, wasn't the thing supposed to keep you warm? Instead, the threadbare fabric couldn't even stay on top of your legs.

"Now, honey, there's no need to throw things around and cause a fuss." You could place the unmistakably pouty drawl from a mile away. You felt his maddeningly hot breath on the back of your neck as he leaned over your spot on the couch.

"Go away, Odair." You fought to keep your voice calm. Seeing you annoyed only egged Finnick on like some crude form of encouragement.

Predictably, he jumped over the edge of the couch, jostling you as he landed with a thump. Leave it to Finnick to annoy you when you're in your most irritable mood.

To your surprise, he held out a throw blanket. The plushy material looked so out of place in his calloused hands, so rough from all his seafaring.

"Take it, ace." He nodded encouragingly. "I can't even imagine how hard it is being on that time of the month. Especially, being here and all, away from home, and with all that pressure on ya."

"How do you know..."

"I saw you eating like three pounds of chocolate last night." At your look of mortification, he hurried to add, "I couldn't sleep either, sweetheart. I wanted to join you, but I figured if I interrupted you, I wouldn't stand a chance at even making it to the arena tomorrow night."

You chuckled at that, finding him funnier than you'd like to admit. You reluctantly accepted the blanket he was still holding out to you.

"You know, ace, we can be allies in there." He was looking at you earnestly now, gaze piercing enough to cut through glass. "I don't want this to sound forward, but I would die for you."

He swallowed as you frowned up at him. "I...I-I don't have anyone who cares about me. I don't have anyone to go home to if I come out of this thing alive. But you..."

You surprised yourself with what came out of your mouth next, "I care."

Finnick raised his head slowly.

"I mean it, Fin," you continued. "You're...Look, I know I'm not the easiest person to like, but somehow you make me seem tolerable. I never thanked you for saving my ass during the interview." You rolled your eyes at the memory.

"But thank you for spinning our story into a love tale. If it weren't for you, I would probably have a negative amount of sponsors. I mean, who wants to root for the scrawny girl from the fishing district who can't even fish-"

Finnick's plush lips found yours, immediately silencing the million thoughts running through your mind. He pulled back, eyebrows raised as if he had surprised himself. If tomorrow never came, you would be glad for it.

You pulled him back to you, the collar of his sweater clutched tightly in your hands. He kissed you slow as if you were a delicate primrose blooming in early spring.

When you pulled back again, he eyed you, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips.

"I would root for the scrawny girl from four, who by the way, is the strongest swimmer I've ever seen." You suddenly felt yourself growing redder than channel bass. "And about that love tale, I didn't just spin it. I spoke from the heart."

"Oh, now you're done," you thwacked his chest, moving to stand up. "This does not mean you're getting in my pants tonight, Odair." You glanced at him pointedly, clutching his blanket to your chest.

You turned before you could notice that his answering smirk was more of a hopeful grin.

[switchypanic]

you . ONLY have 100 followers ??.

YOU DESERVE SOVMUCH MKRE WTF ur fics are AMAZONG i love them so bad

but that aside .. do u think u could possibly write cherrisnake w lee pentious n ler cb ?? if not then can u maybe do lee husk w a ler of ur choice ?? !! either is fine u dont have to do both it was js a second option if u cant / dont want or write for pentious n cherri :33 tyy !!

again ur fics r amazing i love ur writing style n ur rly cool .

Aw, thank you so much! You're such a sweetie!

I'd totally be up for writing one, if not both, for you! Might take a while between fics, but I should get them both out eventually!

[spectr3inl0ve]

About the cradle robber!Bruce thing. I think that interesting! I have some questions about this now!

Like how did they meet? A gala? Conference? Overseas?

Do the batfamily approve of the relationship even though they see his feelings are genuine?

(This one cause I saw the tags) do dick or Jason try to swoon her over to go out with them since she closer to his age?? (I think she could be mid or early twenties. In between dick's and Jason's ages)

Also, him overthrowing the age gap to the point it put a damper on the relationship 😥

I really like this au. Good job!

-🦊

tyy for this ask I think that reader met cradle robber!bruce wayne at an event, whether it be a party, ball, gala, charity event, etc.! I think that reader would've went up to bruce first, introducing herself and whatnot, while she's tipsy?? and bruce can't help but be somewhat charmed by her youthfulness and smile. he ends up chatting w her the whole night, and before he leaves to do batman stuff™️, he gets her number :33

i think that while being sceptical at first, bruces (and readers) family approve of their somewhat unconcentional relationship. most of the batkids are respectful and kind to reader, but jason would at first probably tease and make fun of her. he seems like the type to hit on her for the sake of seeing her flustered and squirmy, but would eventually mellow out into just teasing (very titans!jason imo) u abt ur age and the age gap between u and bruce. dick, however, i think would flirt w u, but in a way that makes u unable to tell if he's genuinely flirting w u or if it's just his personality. this would obviously confuse u, but u dont think it's anything to tell bruce abt.

im kinda slow and don't understand the last bit sorry 💔💔 again please send asks abt cradle robber!bruce wayne 🙏

edit: I realised what u meant in the last bit (overthinking) when I was typing the word overthinking and it got autocorrected to overthrowing ☹️. I might write smth small for it later

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Could you PLEAASEE write a day with matt in which he facetimes her in the morning and just watches her get ready and he begs her to come over, overall a very clingy matt PLEASEEE I LOVE YOUR WRITING

Tyy<33

Missed you

a/n: I love me some clingy Matt

pairing: Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

cw: kissing😼

summary: request🤓

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I wake up at 8:00AM, and immediately grab my phone to check for messages. My boyfriend, Matt, has already sent one.

Matt❤

hey baby, how'd you sleep?

I smile at his sweet message. He knows I always check right after I wake up.

Me

I slept well, what about you?

I set my phone down and wait for his next message. I brush my hair and wash my face. I hear a ping on my phone and I check it and see that Matt has messaged me again.

Matt❤

I slept good. Facetime?

I quickly check my appearance and text him back.

Me

Sure :)

I watch my phone get sent to a FaceTime and I answer it, seeing Matt's tired face.

"Hi baby," he says, smiling. A shiver runs down my spine as his voice is still raspy from sleep.

"Hi," I laugh. We gaze at each other for a few moments. "I'm getting ready right now, I don't know if that'll bore you or anything." I tilt my phone to show him my bathroom sink with my cosmetics on it.

"Nah," he says, sitting up on his bed. "I like to watch you do that stuff." I smile at him and start fixing my hair, using just a tiny bit of hairspray to keep the flyaways down. I hear a soft sigh on my phone.

"What's wrong?" I ask Matt, grabbing my mascara.

"I just miss you," he says. I look at him with a blank face.

"Honey I saw you yesterday," I say, lifting an eyebrow.

"Yeah but that was like forever ago, I wanna come over," he huffs. I giggle.

"Matt I have to go to the store today," I protest, finishing up my mascara.

"Nooo, stay home with me, you can go tomorrow," he whines. "I wanna hold you and kiss you."

I laugh. "Fine, I'll go tomorrow. You better get here quick before I change my mind," I say. Matt immediately smiles and I see him leave the frame to put on clothes. He comes back in record time. He grabs his phone and takes it into the bathroom, setting it up on his wall as he brushes his teeth. As he brushes his teeth, I pull on some jeans and the sweatshirt Matt left here last night. I notice Matt staring at me with a soft smile on his face. "Everything alright? Is there something on my face?" I ask, laughing.

He laughs and I notice a light blush sprinkled on his cheeks. "Everything's fine, I just love seeing you in my clothes." I blush, but before I can answer, I hear banging behind Matt. I can hear Chris distantly yelling 'Matt! Get the fuck outta the bathroom!'. Matt sighs and looks back at me. "I have to go, I'll be at your house in ten, alright? I love you," he says smiling.

"Okay, I love you too," I grin. Matt hangs up and I rush around my house to clean up. I finish cleaning and almost fall down the stairs when I hear keys unlocking my door. As Matt steps into my house, I run up to him and jump into his arms, giggling. He laughs with me and catches me in a warm embrace. He kicks the door shut and walks me over to the couch, sitting down so I'm on top of him. He pulls back from the embrace to smash his lips against mine. Our lips work in sync, expressing our love for each other. He pulls back and giggles as I chase his lips with my own.

"I missed you," he says, peppering kisses all over my face.

"We literally saw each other less than twelve hours ago, Matt," I laugh, his kisses tickling me, giving me butterflies.

"I don't care," he mumbles, nuzzling his face into my neck. "Missed you anyways."

I press a kiss to his temple and hug him closer to me. "I missed you too, you big goof."

[gaybananabread]

AHHH, ok ok. This is my first time like ordering anything so I’m nervous asf. But I’d like oranges, grapes and cherries with Ler!Jax and Lee!Pomni. Obv everything platonic, and like, go nuts with the plot. (Idk if this is worth mentioning pero I have this silly little headcannon that Pomni squeaks like a squeaky toy when squeezed so like, IF YOU WANT, you can add that.)

IF YOU DONT DO THIS ONE ITS OKK, I rly enjoy your writing and hope you have a great day/ night, tyy <33

Fruit(s): Oranges, Grapes, Cherries

Aww thank you Anon! You’re all good, and love that Pomni would absolutely become a dog toy (¬‿¬). Jax is definitely interesting to write for, and I like playing around with his asshole-ness. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Pomni

Ler: Jax

Summary: Pomni is still getting used to the circus, anxious and uneasy in the new environment. Jax tries to help out, though he does it in his own annoying way.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

In the circus tent, small NPCs ran wild, knocking things over and babbling nonsense. They were like the Gloinks, but so much worse. Caine had dipped on them once again, leaving the characters to fend for themselves. Zooble peaced out, but the others were stuck with them.

It took nearly the whole day, but they had managed to contain the little monsters until Caine came back to woosh them away. For most of the characters, it was weirdly routine. For the newest arrival, however, it was more than off-putting. Pomni just felt…out of place in the digital world. She wandered around the tent, trying to calm herself down.

-

Jax was walking around, trying to find something to do. He would have messed with Ragatha, but her and Gangle were having some kind of “girl’s day.” Ugh…he wanted no part of it. 

Just as he was considering going to explore the forbidden rooms, he heard the faint jingling of bells. Pomni must’ve been “exploring” the grounds again. While she wasn’t his usual target, the jester would probably keep him entertained until something else happened.

The smug and confident smirk he always wore shrank as he approached her. Pomni looked so…so tired. Tired and way too wound up. Still, he sauntered over, trying to gauge just how upset she was. “Hey, newbie. You sane after that horror show?”

Pomni flinched at his voice, taking a second to register what he said; she’d been spacing out for most of the day. “U-uhm…yes? Why?”

He rolled his eyes, trying to act as aloof as possible. “Really? ‘S just that ya look like you’re about to fall apart. Hey, you think that’s possible here?” Jax cared about how she was doing, but he had an image and a rep in the circus. No way he was jeopardizing that.

“Shut up, Jax…” She turned away from him, rubbing her arm and looking down. The girl felt crummy enough; she didn’t have the energy to deal with his junk. 

He chuckled, leaning down and getting eye-level with her. Jax was bored, yes, but he didn’t want to see Pomni so down. Might as well try and cheer her up. “Aww, c’mon Pom-Pom! Try a smile; it won’t kill ya!” He reached out, trying to poke her side in an attempt to get her to smile. Before he could even get close to her blue side, she gasped softly and jerked away from his hand. Oh…that’ll work.

The look on his face was a dead giveaway to his plan. “Jax, no! I swear, don’t you even think abo-KYAH!” Pomni was cut off by a sharp poke to her stomach, whatever she was trying to say lost in a squeal.

“Oh, I’m doin’ more than think about it~” Jax’s voice was smug as ever, his gloved hands wrapping around her middle and wiggling them into her sides. The bunny crouched down, just so he could whisper in her ear. “Tickle tickle, Pomni~”

Squeaky and bright giggles bubbled out of her, only making Jax’s smirk grow. Pomni was much less amused, kicking and wriggling around in his grip. “Y-youhuhu prihick! Gehet ohoff mehehe!”

“Nah, don’t think I will.” One fun thing the purple rabbit noticed; Pomni was blushing. Really blushing, so brightly that it put the circles already on her cheeks to shame. So, of course, he called her out on it.

“Wow, I didn’t know you could blush like that, newbie!” He cooed, making sure to poke up and down her ribs as he spoke. “Thought bright red was crybaby’s thing, but you go girl~” 

“Sh-shuhut uhuhuhup!” The bells on Pomni’s hat jingled with every sharp jolt and tug, only making the scene funnier. Jax was thoroughly enjoying himself; he had maintained his vibe while also making Pomni smile. True, he was being a bitch about it, but it was working.

Wanting to try something else, Jax clamped both hands firmly on her sides, giving them a nice squeeze. Nothing could’ve readied him for what happened next. “Jahahax! Wouhuld you- *squeak*” 

Suddenly, his hands stopped moving, giving her a quick breather as the shock and amusement set in. After a few seconds, a loud bark of laughter escaped him, his voice more playful than it had been the whole time. “No *sproing*-ing way… You squeak?!” 

Without any further warning, he dug into her sides, rapidly squeezing them in the hopes of more squeaks. “J- *squeak* COHOHohome ohon! Quihihit- *squeak* JAHAX!” The sound was almost like a dog toy’s squeaker; it endlessly amused Jax, leaving the rabbit wanting more and more of the adorable sound.

“This has gotta be my favorite quirk of yours, squeaky-toy!” He squeezed and poked along her sides, sneaking a quick rib scribble in every few seconds. Best day ever…

“P-PLEHEHE- *squeak* NOHO! JAHAX!” While he was more than enjoying the squeaks and laughter, he could tell Pomni was wearing out. Not wanting to potentially get on Ragatha’s very-bad side, he stopped squeezing the jester. “Alright, alright, no more squeezes. That was fun, though~”

Pomni went almost limp in his arms, trying to catch her breath. She looked up at him expectantly, expecting to be released. Jax only laughed at her expression. “Oh, newbie, no. I never said I was done~” The ever-growing blush on her cheeks made him smile wider, his almost haughty confidence growing.

He tested out her neck, smirking at the surprised giggles he received. “You’re just a walking tickle-spot, aren’t ya? There anywhere you ain’t ticklish?” Deciding to be a bit merciful, he kept the tickling to light scratches, exploring the area. 

Much to his surprise, Pomni’s giggles softened, her body going almost slack against his. Jax wondered if he’d managed to kill her for a second, but he soon realized that she was just…enjoying it. Pomni wasn’t trying to push at his hands anymore; she just grabbed his wrists and loosely hung on.

“Aww, Pomni! You like this, don’t ya~?” He continued lightly tickling underneath her chin and the front of her neck, basking in the lazy giggles and lax squeals he got. Jax had no idea how someone could practically melt from getting tickled, but he wasn’t gonna question it. 

“Ihihihi- shuhuhut ihit…” Pomni could’ve had a better response, but she was too comfy to try. While he was still tickling her, it felt much more relaxing and nice in that spot. She could’ve stayed there all day…

Quickly realizing the jester was about to fall asleep on him, Jax stopped and patted her back. Pomni took a few shaky breaths, residual giggles still squeaking out in her daze. The bunny boy just chuckled, trying to help her wake up, in a sense. “You’re good, I’m done, wakey-wakey.”

Pomni was tired, though, and feeling like mild revenge. She just leaned into the purple boy, closing her eyes and letting the sleepy relaxation take over; girl was out in seconds. 

“...Pomni?” Jax’s smirk slowly fell, his brow-area bunching. She hadn’t moved in a few seconds, though he could see her breathing. Did she… That little-

Seeing her asleep on him felt strangely similar to a kitten napping there. It felt wrong to move… “*boing* it…”

Hopefully Ragatha and Gangle will be done soon…

[thedeadthree]

♫

+ vereena, morrynthe, amavet, virthac, and vaermina

+ georgia goode and ovidia

GRAPE HI HI I HOPE YOU ARE WELL!!!! i apologize for the delay for this but *screams* this was SO funn to do <33

send me a ♫ + a character’s name and i will respond with a song that reminds me of them. send a ♫ + a ship and i will do the same.

✧ ― 𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄 (𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘) -`. sky ferreira.

you say you don't want to hear me complain / just to get my point across / you don't seem to care if i'm feeling lost / and now it hurts that i want you to stay / i can't understand why i feel this way / all the friends i ever had told me to go / every day i hear them saying something else that i know / yet, nobody asked me what i wanted

✧ ― 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓 -`. vtss.

she never rest(s) / disconnect, stays unimpressed / pecking order go to hell / ambush her you end unwell / don't suggest fuckin digest / second best u feeling pressed?

✧ ― 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 -`. borislav slavov.

dance upon the stars tonight / smile and pain will fade away / words of mine will turn to ash / when you call the last light down / moon reminds me of your grace / all the love i can't repay / rest and know that i will pray / farewell my dear old friend

✧ ― 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑 -`. florence + the machine.

no walls can keep me protected / no sleep, nothing in between me and the rain / and you can't save me now / i'm in the grip of a hurricane / i'm going to blow myself away

✧ ― 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 -`. hozier.

you may never know your fortune / until the distance has been shown between what is lost forever / and what can still be known / so far from home to have a stranger call you "darling" / and have your guarded heart be lifted like a child up by the hand / in some town that just means "home" to them

✧ ― 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 -`. juliet ivy.

what's the point of living without dying for an ego? so we validate our fantasies to feel like we're special inside / you know we love to lie / we like grabbing onto anything to feel like we're important / not a moment that is shorter than a hiccup or a blink of an eye

✧ ― 𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 -`. paris paloma.

asked me why i no longer try and waste my time / and i said, "spite" / 'cause every time you are succeeding / there's an old man somewhere seething / and spite's as good a reason to take his power

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

I loved the acne scar insecurity headcanons! I Hope it this isn’t a problem but could you do the acne scar insecurity with eyeless Jack and bloody painter!!

(IF YOU DO IT TYY) 

Oooh!! Ive never gotten to write for Helen before!! I have a soft spot in my heart for that guy <33

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Eyeless Jack

As someone who is also very insecure, he understands you having insecurities of your own

However, he will try his hardest to get you out of that headspace

Explaining how acne is natural, and nothing to be ashamed about

He might take a more romantic approach as well, calling your scars "constellations", trying to see what pictures he can make out

If he were to find you picking at the scars and looking at them with a displeased face, he would chuckle a bit

"What'chu laughing at?" You ask, a smile forming on your lips

"You look so focused, my love" he purrs smoothly, coming to sit beside you on your bed and taking your hands, holding them to his chest

You sigh and cuddle into his chest, allowing him to cradle your head and press many kisses to your hair

He then brings your head up to look at him, his sharp claws gently booping each scar

"You look like a starry sky, love. Oh my, is that the big dipper?" He squints and leans in closer to your face as if trying to get a better look

"Haa. Haa. Very funny, jack" you say with a grin, swatting his face away

He kisses your forehead and settles down, placing your head into the crook of his nack and wrapping his legs around your own

"If they bother you that much I'm sure there's some form of cosmetic surgery you could get" he mumbles

"Would you be ok with that?" You ask him

"It doesn't really matter what I want, dear. It's your face we're talking about"

You smile and kiss his neck "maybe"

Bloody Painter

He finds your scars quite beautiful, actually

Helen's art style involves seeing beauty in almost everything

A lot of his works include disturbing things, like death, sadness, natural deformities, etc

He follows the motto "art is supposed to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable" to a T.

So when you open up about your insecurities to him, his first instinct is to paint it, and turn it into something you perceive as beautiful

And so he spends many days, working tirelessly on this new art piece of his, making sure to catch every scar, mole, birth mark, etc

If you want to take part in this piece, he will ask you to model for him!

He will put you in a comfortable pose, you are not allowed to have makeup or any skin product on

"Hold still, my sweet, I'm almost done with this piece and then we can take a break"

But if you would rather it be a suprise, he will use a picture of you as reference (as well as adding his own artistic flare)

And he will give it to you as a gift!

The painting itself will be filled with reds and yellows and browns, in the middle will be you with your eyes peacefully closed, each scar being bright stars glowing and bringing some light to the otherwise dark painting

Other than painting I feel like he would love your face in general, just because he thinks its so beautiful <333

Again, he finds beauty in things others do not, so even if you hate your acne scars i can guarantee he will love your face

[anhdaosart]

tagged by @minilev to post some wips again! tyy!! <33 morgan and vernon hitting the slay button

[icky8]

still crazy about ur art (needed to say again)

tyy !! <33

[itsnotmourn]

HIIIIII I've always loved Winifred's design she's so pretty!!! :D <33 Youkai characters are some of my favourites! 💡maybe? /nf

WAHH TYY !!!

💡 - How did you come to create this oc and what were you inspired by?

I really wanted a monster oc in Spooky Month.

Winifred was originally supposed to be a siren/mermaid with a passive-aggressive personality! Though, the colours I was choosing was too close to another character of mine (Felix), so I altered the green-blue to a bright-blue instead, which created a winter look to her.

Randomly, I was thinking about cranes so I thought to give her black. I couldn't decide between that or pale hair so technically, Winifred canonically has both (hidden in lore).

I went "okay" and continued with that energy. I have always loved the "white hair + blue outfit" combination. Off in the back of my mind, I wanted to keep the "monster" aspect to her... then I realised: oh, Spooky Month has plenty of characters dressing up as eastern yokai*, so there should be more eastern yokai characters in general!

*i say eastern yokai specifically because (depending on your definition of yokai) in the western culture, yokai would include creatures like vampires, leprechauns, fairies, werewolves, etc.

So, I went around to see what I can do with that idea. I was set on making Winifred a kitsune but I don't think I liked my ideas for it. It did however, set a key characteristic for her though: closed eyes. Anyways, I went around again for any particular ideas. Characters that are based off of the futakuchi-onna are a sweet spot of mine (like the pokemon, Mawile!) so I ended the hunt there.

Winifred was born and her personality has dulled down to something more secretive. Her design did end up more simplified to match the Spooky Month style but I'm thinking about redesigning her a little bit.

Oh, and I always loved characters with coloured eyelashes.